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kurokens · 3 years

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Une Minute | Gojo Satoru

anime/manga: jujutsu kaisen

character: gojo satoru

words: 2k

pronouns: they/them

request: "Hey sorry love your blog, need another overprotective Gojo I love the one with s/o is goes on dangerous mission by their higher, but Gojo goes them and witness his s/o getting horribly injured and bloody by surprise grade curse?" & "Hihi! Could I request something with Gojo, where he finds out someone hurt the reader but they didn't fight back? Like, he notices her limping or something and confronts her? Hurt comfort maybe??"

notes: hey! first of all thank you so much for requesting, im so sorry it took me so long to write this. second, i've decided to combine both of your requests because i thought they were going well together so I hope you will both like it! I was inspired by ep 3 of the anime for that one. and as always english isn't my main language so sorry for any mistake.

not proof read

song rec: une minute - pomme

genre: hurt/comfort

warnings: blood, injuries and canon-typical violence, nothing too graphic but still a little bit. my writing

Getting paired up on a mission with Gojo was rare, extremely rare, so it could never be good news when you were, you both knew that, but it didn’t stop either you to be excited about getting some alone time. Well, an old hospital full of curses wasn’t really the ideal date spot, but as long as you were together you were content.

“Let’s get rid of these curses quickly and then go on a real date!!” Your boyfriend said while swinging your intertwined hands.

“We have to go back as soon as we’re done Satoru, we have things to do.” You chuckled at the man-child standing next to you.

“But love we haven’t gone on a date in sooooo long. They won’t know, we can just say the mission took longer than expected!” He whined which only made you laugh harder.

“We will see how the mission goes and how well you behave.” Your last comment earned you a gasp from the oversized puppy you called your boyfriend.

“Let’s go, it should be here.” You said, the abandoned hospital coming into view.

Once at the entrance Gojo and you decided that it would be wiser to split up in order to be more efficient.

“And like this we can finish faster and go on this date we both deserve!” was what your boyfriend exclaimed right before making his way down one of the corridors.

While Gojo was covering the first floor you decided to make your way to the top one. Everything was rather calm, maybe a bit too calm, but you wouldn’t complain, deep down you really wanted to finish this mission fast and go on this date. But suddenly a whimper made you stop dead in your tracks, you whipped your head towards the sound only to be met with nothing but darkness. You waited to see if you would hear it again and decided to start walking again when you didn’t. You made your way to the next floor, starting to find it weird that no curse manifested itself yet, it was quite strange. Walking through the corridor you couldn’t help the chills that made their way up your neck. Something felt off but you couldn’t pinpoint what.

When you were about to reach the next staircase, you heard a sound again, but this time it sounded more like a cry, a human one. You didn’t think twice before dashing towards the sound’s source, not wanting it to disappear again. You violently opened the door only to be met with a bloodcurdling scene, a child helplessly trying to get out of the grip of a curse, while the bloody body of a dead one was laying down on the ground. Upon hearing you the curse tighten its grip around the child’s body, making the little girl hiss in pain.

“Help me, please help me.” She cried out, her eyes fixated on you.

“Don’t worry, you will be okay.” You told her, taking a step forward only to stop again after the curse started tightening its grip again, almost choking the girl.

“Okay, I won’t hurt you, but you need to let her go.” You resigned and tried to bargain with the curse who only wickedly smiled at you.

The distress of the little girl was only growing seeing that the grip of the curse wasn’t loosening up, each of her plea going straight through your heart. You sneakily tried to take a step towards the both of them but the curse saw right through you and brought its hand towards the kid’s neck, as if to warn you of what it would do if you dared coming closer. Reluctantly you stopped making the child scream in terror, her begging intensifying.

“I promise you will get out of here sweetheart, okay? Trust me, it won’t hurt you, I’ve got you.” You told her, smiling softly at her in hope to ease her mind.

You couldn’t let this child die, you had to find a way to save her, no matter what it would cost you. Bargaining with a curse was a lost cause you knew it, they are devoid of conscience, yet you still tried, you needed to. The curse was barely a grade 3, you could take it out easily but before you could do anything you had to find a way to make it let go of the girl, you couldn’t risk hurting her.

“What about making an exchange? Me against her?” You offered, but the curse only snickered, as if it was mocking you.

Your blood was starting to boil, you wanted to punch this bastard across the face so badly, but before you could even make a move, you felt it, the immense cursed energy right behind you, one that you immediately recognised as a special grade. You took a deep breath and slowly turned around, your guts were right, right there stood a special grade curse, viciously smiling at you. You made a move ready to hit the curse with your technique only to be abruptly stopped by the little girl’s muffled cries, you whipped your head back towards her and the weaker curse to find that it was now choking her. The special grade curse used your moment of inattention to slam you against the wall with such force that it knocked the wind out of you. It had you pinned against the wall, one hand wrapped around your throat, you could barely move and you knew that if you even tried the other curse would hurt the kid. The special grade brought its face closer to yours, clearly enjoying your current situation. Staring right into your eyes, it slowly raised its hand before stabbing you right in the stomach. The pain made you cried out, wishing you could rip its head off and make it suffer just as much as you were right now, instead you turned your head towards the kid hoping she was still alive. She was wiggling, crying, and screaming, well at least you think she was. If you had to be honest you couldn’t really hear anything anymore, your consciousness slowly slipping away. You could feel the hand of the special grade still deep inside your stomach, blood spilling on it and slowly dripping down staining the ground beneath you.

“It’s okay sweetheart, you’re okay.” You weakly said, trying to reassure the child as best as you could. “You’re strong, we will get out of here.”

“Help me, please hel-” She was unexpectedly cut off, the silence around you suddenly deafening, and before you could even realise what happened the special grade’s head went flying, its body falling numb on the floor, and its hands releasing their hold on you, causing you to collapse.

“Hey baby please stay with me, okay? I need you to stay awake, don’t fall asleep on me.” You heard your boyfriend’s voice.

“Hm, ‘Toru?” You managed to let out.

“That’s right love, now please stay with me, don’t close your eyes.” He said, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb. “I will take you to Shoko, but I need you to stay with me until then, don’t you dare fall asleep.”

“The girl, you need to save the girl.” You croaked out, scanning the room the best you could in search of the little girl, praying she was safe and sound.

“I did, she is okay. I will take you both to Shoko and then I will take her back home, okay?” Your boyfriend explained to you, to which you only nodded in response, way too tired to speak anymore.

You felt Gojo pick you up, trying his best to apply pressure on your wound so you wouldn’t lose too much blood, you weakly smiled at him before your eyes closed and sleep took you despite your boyfriend’s cries of protest.

Gojo’s steps were urgent, he didn’t have time to lose, he needed to take you to Shoko as soon as possible. Once her office was in sight he started walking even faster, as if it was possible. He didn’t bother even knocking, he barged in praying for the doctor to be here, and to his relief she was. Upon seeing her high school friend’s expression and your unconscious body in his arms, Shoko didn’t ask any question and guided him towards the nearest bed on which he laid you down. She signalled him with her head that she was going to take care of you and that he should leave for now. Reluctantly he stepped away from the bed before going back to the child he left outside the office.

Once he made sure that the little girl wasn’t injured in any way, he asked Ichiji to take her back to her house, and made his way back to Shoko’s office. Knowing his friend would scream at him to let her work in peace if he was to enter the room, Gojo decided to wait outside, praying you would be okay.

And after what felt like hours to him, pacing around the corridor anxiously waiting, Shoko finally came out to tell him you were okay and that he could come inside.

“They are still asleep but they will be okay.” The doctor said with a gentle smile.

“Thank you.” The teacher breathed, hugging his friend tightly before making his way to your bed, sitting down on the chair Shoko put there for him. He took one of your hand between his and brought it to his lips to lay a gentle kiss on top of it before laying his head down on the bed, patiently waiting for you to wake up.

You slowly stirred awake, the pain in your stomach still here but duller, you tried to bring your hand up to cover your eyes from the brightness of the room only to be met with a resistance. You turned your head towards it to find your boyfriend sleeping soundly with your hand in his. You brought your free one to his hair and slowly threaded through it, gradually waking him up. Realising what was happening Gojo shot his head up, his deep blue eyes frantically searching for yours and immediately relaxing once they met.

“Hey.” He whispered, his voice hoarse with sleep.

“Hi.” You replied.

“You scared me.” He continued, his thumb rubbing soft circles on top of your hand.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” You said, your hand still in his hair, affectionately rubbing his head.

“You didn’t even try to fight back, you could have killed them if you wanted to.” Gojo sighed, remembering the picture of you with the curse’s hand in your stomach.

“They were threatening the child, they would have killed them if I tried fighting back.” You explained.

“Still, I, I thought I was going to lose you. If I got there even a minute later, you might have died.” The white-haired man breathed heavily.

“But you didn’t, you saved me.” You smiled, sliding your hand down to cup his cheek, your thumb catching the tear that was threatening to fall. “You saved me.”

“Never do this again.” He said, nuzzling his head into your hand, and kissing it.

“I will try my best not to.” You answered before chuckling quietly.

“What is it?” Gojo asked with a soft smile on his face.

“I guess this mean our date is cancelled?” You laughed louder when your boyfriend snickered at your question.

“I think so yes, but we have all the time in the world to plan another one, and an even better one. Now scoot over, my back is hurting from sleeping in this position.” He gently pushed you on the other side of the bed before laying down, putting his arms around you and your head on his chest.

“Better?” You inquired the dumbest smile forming on your face.

“Much better.” He mumbled.

“I love you ‘Toru.” You yawned.

“I love you more angel.” He replied, kissing your forehead one last time before the two of you fell asleep, exhausted by your eventful day.

#saturn's writing #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru fluff #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #gojo x you #gojou satoru x reader #gojo fluff

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enderwoah · 3 years

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ORIGINS SMP HEADCANONS (because i love them): SEASON TWO EDITION BAYBEEE

(this is really long ENJOY :gun:)

tommy

he is phil's son smile

phil's most recent son at least

he's got like one more somewhere

he picked this one up off the dangerous streets a few years ago and he's been sticking with phil ever since

his wings are small- not too small to fly, but they're untrained to the point where it would take a lot or work to get him off the ground

but at first, he didn't really seem to want to learn all that much?

(he has three scars on his face- all from trying to learn how to fly when he was younger)

(he gave up after the third one)

("if at first you don't succeed; try, try again" is his motto, and he tried all three times)

but!! phil and wilbur are very persuasive :) and now that he knows he can fly, he's not going to rest until he does

he's a little manipulative to get what he wants sometimes, but can you blame someone that lived on the street for so long?

he had to do that to survive! it's not his fault.

(it's a great excuse.)

he laughs like a kookaburra amen

he squawks when he gets scared

he chirps. he tries not to because it makes phil go absolutely bird-brained but he does sometimes and he hates it.

tubbo

NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO BE A B[GUNSHOTS]

god he is. so fucking annoying (/rp)

he simply does not know when to stop

he ignores social cues to see when someone is annoyed

(see: he can read social cues. he does read social cues. when you get annoyed that's when he starts being more annoying, because you're more likely to give him what he wants to get him to shut the fuck up.)

he loves talking to (at) people, especially people he doesn't really know that well

so he's trying to be friends with ranboo, but the absolute prick keeps trying to avoid any actual conversations, so that's not working

he buzzes when he gets excited-happy

his fingertips are completely blackened and horrendously sharp, functioning as ten individual stingers

they don't do any actual damage but he's working on that

techno

wither hybrid (??)

how can you be a wither hybrid?? nobody got down and dirty with the wither

he's an experiment

the reason we haven't seen him yet? he's staying away from the main area of the smp

he doesn't want to ruin its natural beauty with his withering effect, so he keeps to himself on the outskirts of the smp

which sucks

withers get health from killing things

he's not fully a wither, so he gets energy from being around people and sort of draining their life force a little bit

he feels terrible when he's with just one person because they are Literally his life support and it makes the person feel like shit

when he's with a big group of people its great!! he only has to take a little bit from everyone and its barely noticable!!

but then there's the wither part. so he has to stay away.

he's always tired

always exhausted

he's a farmer, so taking it from animals works, but god does he miss people

but he can only visit a few times and for very short

(he's afraid that one of these days he'll get so bad that the next time he sees someone he'll accidentally kill them)

(it already happened once. he's blessed that he's been forgiven, even made friends with by the victims, but he doubts he'll be able to pull that off again with no consequences like last time)

wilbur

phantlings are dead elytrians, and given that wilbur was phil's son...he's a phantling

he died in the late 50s and was a librarian when he was alive, so he's very possessive (ha) over all of his things

you should never ask to "borrow" anything from him, he will hound you about it until you give it back

it's best to just say that you want something from him to keep

even if youre going to give it back

just for your own peace of mind

phantlings can feel fear and get a genuine feeling of elation from scaring people

of course, sometimes its unwelcome (feeling large amounts of fear from someone they care about in a bad way just makes them pissed)

but for the most part, wilbur loves appearing in the corner of people's visions just to jumpscare them a few minutes later

all in good fun, of course!! it's just hilarious :)

being the lighthearted, fun guy he is, he's not particularly secretive about his method of death

"how did i die? well, it all started -- ended -- on november 16th, 1958!"

"i walked out of the library late, since i took the shift for my wife since she was feeling sick and i worked there anyways,"

"the streets were dark and only lit up by gaslamps...and out of an alley...appeared..........."

techno.

he didn't mean it. wilbur isn't at all mad at him (anymore)

he was starving. he didn't know that one touch would be enough to fully revitalize him...

and murder wilbur where he stood.

sneeg

has details on everyone on the server

you Cannot Hide Shit From Sneeg

its impossible

if you find of his any shittly little mouse holes then you're doomed

you find one and there are twenty more

he's under your floorboards while you're having your important discussion about trapping the nether roof

sucks to suck ig??

he seems to be the favourite of many, which is weird since he rarely goes out of his way to actually talk to many people

he's the only person that tubbo doesn't actively try to annoy (or maybe he just doesn't find tubbo's antics all that annoying)

he's the only person that ranboo stays around (or maybe he stays around ranboo- he and Phil seem to be the only ones not off-put by his slightly sadistic and whiny demeanour (not counting tubbo, who annoys him anyways)

phil seems to be more protective of him than he thinks is normal (he lets sneeg ride on his shoulder while travelling, so he doesn't really complain)

niki is completely protective over him (again, not complaining)

contrary to popular believe, he does not get high from sugar

if anything he gets

high-per

(get it)

(high-per)

(hyper)

he's literally just a nine-year old getting a sugar rush leave him alone

phil

take the normal "bird-brain" headcanons and multiply it by like sixty-four

and you've got origins phil

he can't see glass- or, rather, he can, but it doesn't register that 'hey, this is a solid surface i am going to slam into'

its very funny for everyone else but he's pretty sure he has permanent brain damage from the blunt force trauma

if there is ANYONE on the server who dares to chirp, bird or no, they must understand that they are signing away their privacy and giving phil the right to go absolutely bonkers over them momma bird style

(shoutout to tommy, wilbur, ranboo, and fundy for having to suffer through this)

"oh??? you don't have wings?? you don't have feathers?? omg?? then what's this im preening?? what do you mean im just braiding your hair?? nono this is preening smile"

god help you if you dare to have wings

poor tommy, wilbur, sneeg, and tubbo

phil can't help himself alright

do you think he wants to be any sort of protective over sneegsnag?

no!! but he cant stop himself!! sneeg might damage his wings if he keeps flying those super long distances!!! nnnno! carry the bug man!!!

it's weird, he's always had that protective sense over ranboo, too

but ranboo very obviously doesn't have wings, so he doesn't get it...

ranboo

yes ur a peasant

yes ur poor

yes im cooler than u

what r u gonna do about it

the enderdragon's son! partially a dragon, partially enderman, partially human (don't ask, his other mom is a hybrid), all spoiled brat!

given that he has a ton of dragon genes, he's extremely possessive over his stuff and Yes He Does Do The Hoarding Thing

he has a pile of rings and gold chains and necklaces and most of his jewellery hidden underneath his bed

(if you ask him, no, he doesn't)

not to wear

just to Have

one time, fundy stole one (1) bracelet from the hoard and ranboo was sent into a panic for a good 24 hours

he wouldn't leave his cave and kept counting and recounting as if that'd make the missing piece reappear

(when fundy had to give it back because of the guilt, he expected to get his face bitten off)

(instead, he just watched as the prince was flooded with relief, telling him to get the hell out and nothing more)

it's weird, he has so much gold and even a crown, and yet here he is

living with all those people ^^^

truth be told, the enderdragon isn't a very nice dragon

nor is she a very kind queen

nor was the other queen

nor was her son

there was a mutiny in the end, leading to the dragon queen and her wife being killed brutally by the crowd of angered people

they went after their son next, who had ordered executions and worked servants to the bone just as much as they had

they cut off his wings in the middle of the square

he was sure he was going to die until a random person (a peasant) jumped up and yelled at them for publicly torturing a child

but ranboo didn't really catch all of it, given he was delirious from pain

he got to get some stuff quickly and escape with his life

this wasn't too long ago, either, so he's still trying to...adjust...to people talking rudely to him

(he's also trying to adjust to not having wings)

(hence why he hurls himself off the edges of cliffs and then has to teleport to the bottom instead of glide. he keeps forgetting.)

#this is so long #origins smp #originssmp #ranboo #tubbo #philza #philza minecrft #sneegsnag #wilbur soot #technoblade #tommyinnit #help this is so long

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not-me-simping-for-blasty · 3 years

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bakugou thoughts pt 2001847471 :)))

- if u go to the park, and somebody is like, walking their dog n the animal barks at y’all??? bakugou is barking back. mans full on squares up, n barks at the dog until it backs off

- he rarely gets into shows/series, but when he finds one he likes, he’ll only watch the first few episodes and then make u watch the rest with him. he’ll always say sum “if i dont watch with you, then i gotta make extra time for your needy ass. ‘m prioritizing my fuckin’ time. it doesn’t mean anything, shut up.” ...... he’s lying. it does mean something. it means he wants to share the things he likes with u

- pls he’s so smart, and generally pretty aware, but sometimes he’ll just do something so duMb. like, u kno that thing that happens sometimes with hair?? like, when it sticks to ur fingers and no matter what u do, u can’t get it off?? bakugou is literally breaking his wrist a foot away from u, shaking his hand back and forth and cursing soooo loudly. u just gotta go up to him and gently remove the hair from him like “oh honey- no.”

- peanut gallery comments. lots of them. mans will sit fully dead silent, not talking for the whOle day, but the second u do something embarrassing?? like trip??? suddenly he has a LOT to say ..... smh men

- animals just always like him. its absolutely unexplainable bc he’s so loud n moves super suddenly,,, but the amount of street animals that follow him home is ridiculous. srsly. sometkmes he even has other people’s pets trying to follow him home

- respects absolutely no one n that somehow strangely makes him the most respectful u’ve ever seen??? like- he hates everyone the exact same so u won’t ever catch bakugou in an act of discrimmination

- he can’t draw at all but if u asked him to draw something, it’ll be the same skull every single time. it’s a good skull, but it’s soooo obvious he learned how to draw it from a tutorial in the midst of his emo phase

- will fully make fun of others for baby-talking around their s/o, n then just fully go home n look at you like “tired.” “hungry.” “kiss.”...... like okay baby man, maybe try putting a full sentence together before u start trying to run your mouth. hypocrite.

- probably sleeps like the dead. contrary to popular belief, i absolutely do not believe he’s up at every single noise. man’s could sleep thru an explosion, im sure of it. that being said tho, it’s probably actually hard for him to turn his brain off n fall asleep. he prob goes to bed so “early” bc he has to wind down for a good hr or two until he’s ready to actually sleep

- he’s got a vendetta against salespeople. like, if his phone rings with some bullshit about a product? if somebody, god forbid, tries to walk up to your door? fully frothing at the mouth annoyed. will chew out any employee who’s too underpaid not to listen to him

- eats like an absolute animal. no rlly, its bad. holds his spoon with a fist and digs at his meal like its the gold rush. the worst table manners you’ve ever seen rlly

- he gets sorts antsy if he sits for too long, so he’s always off doing random shit. like, u’ll look out the window n he’s just like, raking the .3 leaves from ur driveway, probably trying to guess where the wind will be so they wont blow back

- ik this with my heart and soul okay,,, bakugou has never had a conversation with u that wasnt from exactly .2 meters away. like,, if he’s comfortable, then he’s just close all the time. like he’s waving his hands around and yelling and you just have to take his face in ur hands and go “im literally right here. ily but pls tone it down for the sake of my hearing.”

- very much guard dog behavior when y’all go out. absolutely will not leave ur side for even a second, like, at a bar or during a concert. even if u go to the bathroom he’s like, leaning against the wall and waiting right outside the door

- gets absolutely bitchy about your phone blowing up while you’re hanging out. its not that he’s suspicious that ur, like, cheating on him, it’s just that he doesnt understand why u’d even leave ur phone on in the first place since he always has his turned off when ur around. if he gets annoyed enough he’ll fully take the phone out of ur hands, say sum “yeah, you don’t fuckin’ need this anymore. you’re done with this.” n toss it across the room while he kisses u senseless

- tbh his ultimate love language is 100% playfighting. v much would go heart eyes if u even seemed like u might try n wrestle him. obvi u dont win, but his favorite is how u laugh while he pins ur hands above ur head

- he sneers at other angry people. will fully, fully sit there like “jesus christ, they need to calm the hell down. annoying as shit- fuckin’ loud too.” ....... -i. who’s gonna tell him

- silent conversations with ur eyes. no rlly. if y’all are with friends and somebody says something questionable, bakugou is immeadiately turning to u, eyes hardly even shifting but u just know he’s hurling insults in his head

- he doesnt realize his own strength sometimes. like- he knows he’s strong, but if u ever open a door n ur like “woah, careful, this is heavier than it looks” bakugou is .2 steps behind u practically ripping the damn thing off it’s hinges. he’ll look at it, huffing like he doesn’f even understand the issue

- he rlly likes when u call him by his name. pet names are fine, but he srsly is super soft for the simple stuff. like when u look over at him, all excited, smile wide like “hey katsuki, u gotta see this! c’mere!”

- his road rage is severe. no rlly. bakugou drives like every day is a race n he’s one win away from going formula one. you’re pretty sure that the only reason he passed his license test is bc the instuctor was too terrified to tell him no

- bakugou probably does that thing where if you’re sitting on the counter top, watching him cook, he’ll stand between ur legs. hands on ur thighs or resting on ur hips while you tell him about your day

- can’t explain this one, but he doesnt kill spiders. he takes them outside. says sum “they eat ticks, idiot. what- you actually want a fuckin’ blood disease? Hah? ‘m not gonna kill it. motherfucker’s gotta earn his keep before dyin’ just like the rest of us.” while he v gently picks the spider up into his hand and walks it outside

- ik that his one cheat food is sugary cereal. like, he’s a health freak, but the one thing he can’t help but make a concession for is sugary cereal on the weekends

- he’ll sometimes get in this over-stimulated mood where everything pisses him off, n the only thing u can do is leave him alone. u learn this quick bc his anger doesn’t discrimminate and if u push him even after he tells u what’s up?? pls bakugou will lash tf out. at u. like, ik y’all like to write it but that whole “it’s okay- it’s just me. just look at me.” thing does not work with him,,, u literally gonna get merc’d if u try

- he’s probably a guy who’s gonna be super big on passing touches. like he drops his hand on ur head when he passes, or bumps his shoulder into urs when he laughs. no footsies tho. too sappy even for him- pls if u tried to initate that he’d crush ur toes under the table aHAHAHA

- feeds every street cat he comes across. is probably super fond of the ones with a bunch of scratches/scars on them. he’d die if u knew, but one time u caught him feeding a scratched up calico n going “bet u beat his stupid ass, right? that’s my girl. we always win, huh?”

—/—

surprise suprise,, my brain rlly never shuts the hell up about this man

#bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x reader #bnha fic #mha bakugou #bakugou headcannon #bakugou hcs #mha headcannons #mha hcs

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artificialqueens · 3 years

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You Rewrote My Ending (ABCD Friendship) - Candy Cane

A/N: so glad i finished this today!! i have two other wips im currently working on, and im so thankful for @chaoticnachokitten for beign a cheerleader and beta for this one!!! thank you!!! you can follow me at @sillylittlecandycane if you so please <3 enoy :3 Summary: After a long week, the four bffs finally get a chance to relax.

Adore has had what feels like the absolute longest week ever. She knows Courtney was struggling too, Bianca’s texts sound grumpier than usual, and Darienne hasn’t been texting enough, which basically confirms for Adore that they all need to get together asap.

The youngest of the four sends the absolutely most pathetic text she can think of to the group chat, then boom! Next thing she knows, Darienne’s inviting everyone over to her place, Courtney is making sure Bianca’s bringing rich lady alcohol, and Adore is calling in their pizza order to be delivered to Darienne’s.

As the two musicians rush around the house gathering their things before the Uber arrives, Adore remembers at the last minute to poke her head into Trixie’s bedroom so at least one of their other roommates knows where they’re going.

“Hey Trix?” Adore says before she’s even looking in, the second she does look though…

Katya and Trixie are shoulder to shoulder in the latter’s bed, laughing their asses off over something on the laptop situated on their laps. Adore doesn’t quite know what she’s seeing, it’s definitely not the first time they’ve acted like this, but it is… different.

“What’s up?” Trixie says, still coming off the high of laughter.

“Courm and I are headed to Darienne’s for the night, I dunno when we’ll be back-”

“Cool, have fun!” Trixie cuts her off a bit too quickly.

Adores glances between her roommates, deciding she’d much rather go get cuddles from her favorite shady elephant than psychoanalyze these two psychos.

“Kay, bye!” Adore grins, slinging her backpack over her shoulder to meet Courtney at the front door.

Courtney looks exhausted, even if her makeup is totally perfect, and Adore is really, really worried for her. Her shoulders are a little too slumped, her hair is just a little too messy, her voice just a little too groggy… Adore hates it. She cannot wait for their night of relaxation to start.

Luckily, she doesn’t have to wait much longer. They get the text from their Uber, rush outside and climb in, then after a bumpy, curvy, wild ride from a seemingly normal driver, the roommates tumble out of the car a little worse for wear, but fine.

Courtney is the one to knock on the door of Darienne’s townhouse that lies at the very edge of the city. Bianca is the one to open it for them, holding a large glass of wine and wearing an expression of fondness and exasperation.

“It took you long enough,” the older woman snorts, “Even the fucking pizza guy beat you two.”

“Our Uber driver was probably insane,” Courtney sighs, accepting Bianca’s hug as she walks into the familiar home.

“Yanks!” Adore shouts before practically launching herself into Bianca’s arms, pressing her face into the crook of her friend’s neck, feeling warm and safe in the embrace.

Bianca runs a hand through Adore’s tangled, dyed-red hair, “Missed you too, bitch.”

Adore throws her head back in free, happy laughter, she’s definitely missed her best friend this week, and it feels so good to be with her again. The singer looks up to see Courtney leaning against Darienne, who looks just as tired as the rest of them. Adore is kind of excited to hear about why everyone’s just had a collectively sucky week or day. Those three are hilarious when ranting while drunk, and she could really use a good time.

Adore grabs Bianca’s hand so that they can go and join Courtney and Darienne in a nice, big group hug. They all hold onto each other tight, a firm reminder that their friendship is unshakable, and that one bad week can’t hurt any one of them.

They pull apart after a few minutes, then Adore looks out into the kitchen curiously.

“So… the pizza’s already here?” she asks cheekily.

“Go get your fucking food, you needy bitch, because once you’re done I’m going after your nasty hair,” Bianca says in her typical motherly way, reaching up to ruffle Adore’s hair.

Darienne rolls her eyes, “Hey, don’t take too much of my good wine either! I’m old, I’ve lived long enough to deserve it.”

Adore laughs out a “Yes, mom!” as she heads over to the kitchen, Courtney right behind her. Despite living in the same apartment, Adore doesn’t really get to see Courtney or talk to her as much as she wishes she could. Their schedules rarely line up, and Courtney has been spending more and more time out of town over the last couple months. Adore doesn’t think she would ever be able to say it out loud, but she’s terrified Courtney is going to move out of town with how much she’s been away lately.

And that would suck for so many fucking reasons! One, she’d have to find a fourth roommate, which, gross, talking to new people. Two, Courtney would be moving out. Three, Courtney wouldn’t even be in the same fucking city anymore! Adore doesn’t know what she’d do without being able to crawl into Courtney’s bed for cuddles at four a.m., or Courtney’s way too peppy early morning attitude. It would just suck.

Head spinning with worry, Adore grabs a couple pieces of the veggie pizza, then pours herself more wine then either of her old lady friends would approve of. Courtney follows behind her, the two lean against the kitchen counter, quietly enjoying each other’s company, eating pizza and sipping on wine.

Adore smiles when she hears Bianca and Darienne’s crazy laughing, and then giggles when the two of them tease each other as they storm into the kitchen.

“You two look pathetic,” Bianca says gruffly, arms crossed over her chest as she stares at them from the other side of the counter, “Let’s go watch Real Housewives or something, I wanna make fun of ugly bitches and I’ve already said all I can about everyone in this room.”

“Fine, but if anyone stains my sofas I’m going to lose my damn mind,” Darienne says, even though she’s already taking Adore and Courtney’s hands to lead them to her couches.

“Impossible, you lost your mind ten years ago,” Bianca retorts, sitting down on the end of the couch.

Darienne doesn’t say anything, but she’s laughing along with everyone else, and it’s really, really fucking good. After everyone’s situated on the couches, Adore curls up on the floor against Bianca’s legs, her cheek resting on her friend’s knees. Bianca absent mindedly runs her fingers through Adore’s matted, messy hair while Courtney and Darienne argue over what to watch.

“Ugh, your hair’s a mess, kid,” Bianca complains, “I can hardly put my fingers through it!”

“I’m too tired to brush it though,” Adore whines.

“Well I told you earlier I’d take care of it for you,” Bianca reminds her, trying not to smile at the way the younger perks up.

“Thank you…” Adore mumbles, her face pressed tight against Bianca’s knee.

Bianca smirks, “You gotta let me up though so I can get a hairbrush.”

“Nooooooo!”

“Then I can’t fix your hair, you lazy mermaid.”

“…Courtney?” Adore asks hopefully.

“I’m not getting up,” the Aussie says, snuggling further into the soft cushions of Darienne’s couch, her cheek resting on said friend’s shoulder.

“Count me out too,” Darienne says, her tiredness from the week extra heavy in her voice.

Adore groans and rolls off of Bianca’s legs, her back resting against the couch so that Bianca can get up. Bianca pats the top of Adore’s head before she gets up, and Adore’s eyes drift to the TV, which is playing some over dramatic reality show. It’s perfect for this kind of night.

Before she even has time to miss her Willow too much, Bianca is back and tugging the younger in between her legs so that she has a good angle to take care of the rats’ nest Adore is currently calling her hair. Darienne and Bianca start a back and forth banter over the craziness happening on screen, while Courtney intermittently interjects and Adore laughs along with her friends, immensely enjoying the gentleness of Bianca’s fingers and the methodic, soothing motions of the brush.

No one is sure when, but Adore quickly starts dozing off against Bianca’s legs, and only moves when Bianca tugs her up onto the couch. Adore winds up with her head in Bianca’s lap, and her long legs sprawled across Courtney’s and Darienne’s. They tease her a little at first, loving and good natured, but are quick to give it up once they realize she really is falling asleep in B’s lap.

“Poor kid is just completely worn out,” Bianca mutters as she works on an extra difficult knot.

Darienne sighs, “Yeah, one of those weeks for us all…”

“This was the first full week I’ve been home in months. I’m really glad to be back, but I think it’s just made me realize how tired I am from travelling,” Courtney admits.

Darienne squeezes her hand sympathetically, “Don’t overwork yourself, that’s how you turn out to be a bitter old bitch like Bianca and I.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Bianca chortles, brushing Adore’s hair gently, “I was two times worse than you are, ya know, and I didn’t really have anyone around me telling me to calm down. So take the advice now, and maybe a vacation while you’re at it.”

Courtney smiles fondly at Bianca, and leans over a conked out Adore to give her a one-armed hug, “You are much more of a sweetheart than you want anyone to know.”

“You don’t gotta rub it in my face,” Bianca says with an eye roll.

“Oh no, we will be holding this over your head for the rest of time,” Darienne teases.

“You’re one to talk,” Courtney smirks, “And I’d say it’s less of a secret with you.”

Darienne feigns a scandalized expression, reaching up to grasp at her heart, “Courtney! How could you?” Courtney’s shoulders shake with laughter, causing her to accidentally jostle Adore, which in turn makes the youngest of the four groggily protest being woken.

“What the hell…?” Adore whines, her cheek squished against Bianca making her words almost unintelligible. Bianca pets through Adore’s hair to soothe her back to sleep while whispering to her, pointedly ignoring the looks from the other two ladies as she does so.

“She has you wrapped around her little finger,” Courtney says, nothing but awe and amusement in her voice.

“As long as she doesn’t figure it out I’ll be fine,” Bianca jokes, not denying it.

“From that first day at that damn club…” Darienne says, reminiscing already.

“I’m not drunk enough for this,” Bianca complains, wrinkling her nose, still detangling Adore’s hair even though it’s almost perfectly smooth now.

Courtney grins mischievously, “Remember how much you couldn’t stand me? Or Adore? I think Darienne you liked from the start, but that’s because she’s just your type of person.”

The older woman rolls her eyes fondly, “Yeah, I remember. You two were so fucking annoying, and if it hadn’t been for Darienne being the most tolerable bitch in the building I probably would’ve strangled someone.”

“That sounds about right,” Adore mumbles sleepily. The other three chuckle and Bianca brushes back Adore’s hair from her face.

“I remember hating all three of you immediately,” Darienne jokes, the others laughing along with her, “I only like people with good taste in makeup.”

Courtney gasps in faux offence, Adore sniggers into Bianca’s lap, and Bianca continues the banter, “What does it mean now that we’re your best friends?”

“That there’s still hope for you guys yet.”

Courtney nearly falls into Darienne’s lap from laughing so hard. Maybe they’re all over-doing it on the wine, but they’re having too much fun to consider slowing down. Courtney hasn’t felt so relaxed and happy in weeks, and she can’t help but to regret not calling Bianca sooner.

She sighs and curls closer into Darienne, “So what happened with you this week?”

Darienne hums boredly, “Just my boss being shitty, but what’s new? Oh, and that guy I met on Facebook turned out to be completely worthless.”

“It’s not your fault the people around you are awful,” Courtney says sympathetically, “You deserve better than anyone like them.”

“You know what? I do,” Darienne agress confidently.

“I’ll beat them up for you,” Adore offers, lifting her head up just enough to be heard.

“Now that’s a fight I’d like to see,” Bianca grins.

“I’ll send you addresses next week,” Darienne says, patting Adore’s calf, which is still sprawled across her lap.

“I love you, Darienne,” Adore sing-songs loudly.

“Bitch, stop moving so much I’m trying to fix your hair,” Bianca complains.

“I love you, too, Bia!”

Courtney rubs Adore’s back softly, “Awww, what about me?”

Adore quickly sits up, causing Bianca to grumble in surprise, and turns herself so she’s nose to nose with Courtney, “Courm, I love you so fucking much and I don’t know where I’d be without you so please, please don’t move out because I can’t function when you’re not around-”

“Whoa, whoa, slow down,” Courtney frowns, placing her hands on Adore’s shoulders to steady the younger girl, “Move out? What are you talking about?”

Adore’s eyes water, and she swallows hard, “I know you’re planning on moving out because you’re always out of town, and you’ve been getting a lot of mail from this one company, and I just… Please don’t go, Courtney.”

Courtney throws her arms around Adore’s neck and pulls her in for a tight, loving hug, “I’m not going anywhere, Adore. I promise. I’m sorry that it looks like I may be planning on moving out, but I swear I’m not.”

“Thank God,” Adore mumbles, snuggling closer to Courtney.

Bianca rolls her eyes, but they all know she really does find it sweet, “Alright, now that the mushy shit is sorted, Adore can you get your fucking knee off of my appendix?”

Adore rolls herself off the couch and onto the floor with a yelp, “I’m okay!”

Courtney giggles, “Bianca, appendixes are so old-fashioned. If you want I can recommend you a surgeon to get rid of that.”

“Of course you can, you cunt,” Bianca says, playfully slapping Courtney’s arm.

Adore looks up at her three very best friends. She wouldn’t trade them for the whole world, not ever. They’re too perfect, too perfect for someone like her, but somehow they’re still hers. So she’ll take what she can get, and accept it for what it is.

She loves them, and she knows they love her too.

#rpdr fanfiction #adore delano #courtney act #bianca del rio #darienne lake #abcd #biadore #fluff #light angst #lesbian au #cisgirl au #s6 #you rewrote my ending #candy cane #concrit welcome

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bitchiha · 4 years

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A/N: So I wrote this instead of doing any of my psych assignments which is fine by me. Im a little bit rusty with one shots bc the last one I did was a Harry Potter angst with Draco and that was on a diff blog a few months back. Any who, enjoy and thank you for requesting!!

Request: I would like to order a Gaara x Reader where Gaara and Reader are dating, but she is a Leaf Shinobi, and she she is always very talkative and smiling, but one day she is serious and quiet, and he is worried, but finds out that she is only concerned with something kind of silly, and then he is relieved and realizes that he really loves her.

✎ Worry (Gaara oneshot)

You didn’t get to see your boyfriend all that often, being that you were a Leaf ninja, constantly on missions and he was a Kazekage, constantly protecting his village. However, whenever you did reunite it was always memorable. In fact, Gaara would be lying if he didn't count down the days to your arrival.

He always looked forward to seeing you. He would stand at the gate of his village, waiting for your body to slowly become visible through the winds of the blowing sand. He loved the face you would make when you finally discerned his shape in the distance: your eyes would brighten and a smile would spread rapidly across your face. Even if the journey was long, seeing him waiting there always gave you a burst of energy. You would then squint your eyes to shield them from the sand and run the rest of the distance towards him.

However, when Gaara spotted your figure in the distance today, you seemed a little tense. In fact, when you spotted him you didn't make that signature facial expression he loved so much or even start running towards him.

Something was off.

He watched you carefully as you got closer and frowned. He lacked a lot of emotional experience with others, but there was no denying that you looked worried.

Seeing you like that made him panic a little bit. Again, Gaara has never been very good with emotions - if anything he relied on you to be the one to help him navigate peoples feelings. So seeing you in such a worried state made him really, well... worried. He didn’t know what to do.

Once you finally arrived face to face at the gate you greeted him with a small smile and he guided you into the village. He gave you a little perplexed look in return before weeding the two of you out of the way of villagers and back towards his apartment.

I should say something, he thought to himself almost awkwardly, but he just didn’t know what.

Normally you would have started a conversation with him and he would have listened carefully, not saying much himself as he preferred hearing your voice as opposed to his own. However, you didn't seem in the mood to do that today, meaning it was his turn to pick up the slack.

“Erm- Temari and Kankuro will be happy to see you. Kankuro has been working on a new puppet and he has been dying to show everyone in the village how good it is.”

You laughed at that, which made his heart warm a bit, but he couldn't help but sense a possible hint of distractedness in your tone. You were gnawing at your nails too - he picked up that it was your nervous habit - which made him fall back into silence again.

What am I supposed to say? What do people do in these situations?

Gaara lead you up to his apartment, knowing that you were tired and usually fell asleep upon arriving at the village.

Typically after you woke up from a nap you two would eat dinner together and then you would really start to catch up on things. You would talk about eventful things that happened on your missions and he would talk about Kank and Temari or some of his own eventful occurrences as the Kazekage in return.

Your naps usually lasted pretty long after your 3 day journey. That would give Gaara just enough time to drop by Temari’s and see if she could assist him with how to deal with this whole situation. She was always the one he fell back on for relationship advice. Deeming Kankuro useless in this field, as he talked more to puppets than to actual human beings.

He opens the door for you upon arriving and remains at the enterance, when you realize he isn’t coming side with you, you turned to look at him. You stared at each other from your respective points in the apartment: him at the door and you just outside his bedroom.

“Gaara?.. Aren't you coming inside?”

“...No, I need to, uhm, finish some paperwork. In the meantime you should really take a nap. I’ll be back by the time you wake up.” He said awkardly as he closed the door.

With that, he left you to sleep as he paid his sister a visit, asking her for some needed advice.

Temari was surprised at the visit, it was always very rare for Gaara to ask her for this kind of advice anyway, let alone for him to have a worried look on his face too.

When she lets him inside, he recalls the events that have transpired so far, sitting across from eachother at Temaris dinner table. There was a guide book on Shogi sitting atop the table, which Gaara knew she was reading just to impress a certain Leaf ninja. Anyway, when she caught him staring at it she batted it away embarrassedly and cleared her throat, her face growing hot. There was a moment of silence in the room as she thought about what Gaara had told her.

“Hm... Well, did you ask her whats wrong?”

“...No.” He realized that would have been an important piece of information to ask.

“Gaara!“

Temari shook her head, but then proceeded to give him a simple rundown of what to do.

Step one: ask whats wrong

Step two: ask how you can make her feel better

It seemed so simple when Temari said it, honestly he felt a little embarrassed that he couldn't manage to think of it on his own. He wasnt going to waste anymore time now that he knew what to do though.

As he was leaving Temaris apartment she smiled at him.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that...”

“Oh, its nothing...” she giggled. “Well actually Gaara, you know, going out of your way like this is something people normally do when they care about someone.” Then she closed the door with a cheeky grin, leaving Gaara to blush at the face of a wooden door.

On his way back to the apartment he thought about what Temari said, going out of your way like this is something people normally do when they care about someone... Of course in his head he always knew he really cared about y/n, but having someone else notice it too really made him stop and think.

He remembered when he fought Naruto back when the sound village attacked the Leaf. Naruto had opened Gaaras eyes to a lot of important things. He had shown him that you needed to have people important in your life. People that you would fight for and even die for... And for the first time, Gaara realized that y/n ticked all those boxes.

As he arrived back at his apartment, he opened the door quietly, not wanting to wake you up. He could hear your gentle snores as he made his way to your bedroom, holding a medium sized box in his hands.

After leaving Temari’s he had wandered the village a bit, thinking over a few things and clearing his mind, he had passed by your favourite dessert place in his village and figured that it would be a good gesture if he got you something. Afterall, Temari was always so happy when got sweets from anyone.

He opened the bedroom door carefully only to see you curled up on his bed sleeping. It made his heart feel all funny when he seen you sleeping. You looked so calm and fragile. He couldn't really admire it for all that long though because His presence must have alerted you. He watched your eyes open groggily as you sat up.

“Gaara? Is that you?” you asked, letting out a yawn.

“Yes. I uhm... I got you something.” he placed the white box on the bed next to you.

You opened the lid curiously, to reveal your favourite dessert staring back at you. It made you smile widely, as if nothing was wrong in the first place, but in a few seconds the worry crawled back onto your face. This time though, Gaara didn't get discouraged.

“Something has been bothering you since you got here, y/n. I want to help you, but I can't if you don't tell me whats wrong.”

It was strange seeing him so forward with feelings, but you liked it. In fact it made you feel relieved that you could tell him about your predicament.

“I guess you're right... Well, you see I guess its kind of... A bit silly but I got you a gift a while back. It was so pretty... You see, it was this necklace I found in a village I was passing through for a mission, it was this red gem wrapped around a sort of turquoise wire and it made me think of you instantly. So, I bought it and I was so excited to give it to you I kept taking it out of my backpack to look at it on my way here. Then when I woke up this morning and checked out of the Inn I stayed in, I went to look at it one more time before I arrived and it was gone!” you sighed, falling back onto the pillows.

“It would have looked perfect on you, Gaara. I just wanted to give you something special for you to remember me by for when Im not visiting. I don't know I guess its kind of a stupid thing to be upset about, but I just can't help it.” You covered your face with your hands.

There was a dip in the bed and you felt Gaara lay down beside you, causing you to peek at him through your fingers.

He was relieved to say the least, in fact he may have even been smiling a little bit. This was all she was worried about? It wasn’t about anything that he had done, it was just about a necklace!

“Thats all that was worrying you?” He asked as he looked at you with an almost soft expression, he gently removed your hands from your face.

“You know, y/n, I’m sure the necklace would have been nice, but all that really matters to me is that you're here now and we can spend some time together.”

He thought about what you said: I just wanted to give you something special for you to remember me by for when Im not visiting.

“And you don't need to give me anything to remind me of you while you're away because I think about you all the time when you're not here with me.” He blushed a little bit after he said it, but refused to get all shy about it.

When you heard that, a big smile appeared on your face, the same one that he always saw when you ran towards him at the villages gates. It was a huge relief to see you like this again, it felt as though there was a crack of sunshine in the middle of a storm of dark clouds. He could see the worry and frustration in your face slipping away slowly.

It made him feel happy, to be able to make you feel better again. He really did care about you.

“Come on then, eat your dessert and then we’ll go see Kankuro. Like I said earlier, he wants to show you his new puppet.”

#gaara headcanons #gaara x reader #naruto imagine #naruto headcanons #naruto shippuden #naruto x reader #naruto #kankuro #sand siblings

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cafedanslanuit · 4 years

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would it be ok to ask for hcs of the main 6 + vaderwood and how they would react to their normally energetic and funny mc being a little off and making some self-deprecating jokes (like a little too dark to be funny) as a way of coping and hiding their anxiety/depression? if not thats ok im just in a similar mood today.

self-deprecating jokes are my thing too, tbh. hope you’re feeling better! Also, I couldn’t picture Vandy for this particular hc, I’m sorry :c

Yoosung

This boy honestly loves how fun you are. He will always laugh with you and you don’t tease him that much (Saeyoung does that for you)

One day, when he comes home from his job at the vet, he finds you calling for pizza. He lets you finish the call and then you look up.

“Hey, welcome back! I accidentally left the stove on for too long and messed up dinner” you casually said, with a small giggle. “So I called Pizza Hut, hope it’s okay”.

“It’s okay!” he says. “I love pizza”

“I know, me too” you smile. You stand up and stretch your arms. “Okay, so I’ll take a shower before it gets here. How the fuck did I forget the stove on, I don’t know” you laugh. “I swear to God I would totally leave me at this point”.

Yoosung says nothing, shocked. He watches you walk to the bathroom and turn on the shower. He knows you like to joke around, but that joke had been pretty specific. Leave you? Why would he leave you? Over some burnt food?!

He waits until you come out, wrapped in a towel and hands you a cup of your favourite tea. You smile weakly.

“An award for my awful cooking?” you tease him.

“Hey! It’s just food! And you solved it. I don’t really care, MC, please let it go”. He sees your lips tremble a little bit. “Are you okay?”

You had a really rough day at work. You tell him all about it while sipping on the tea and he silently listens to you, nodding at the right times. The pizza finally arrives and he puts on your favourite show so you both can watch it. When you go to bed, he makes sure to give you extra cuddles, so you never have to feel any more pressure on yourself.

Zen

Honestly, he’s not the best at comedy. But he really likes how much you can make yourself laugh with your own jokes.

He comes home and hands you his tablet. You arch an eyebrow and look at him from the couch. He sits beside you and asks you to press play. You nod and comply his request.

It’s a video from rehearsal. He’s singing at he’s actually hitting all the notes just right. You smile softly, watching the video in silence. When it’s over, you turn and gives him a kiss on the cheek.

“You’re amazing, babe. You did the song soooo good! How can you be so talented?”

“Thank you, babe. And I don’t know, can’t help it. I’m just talented.” he shrugs, with a confident smile.

“Well, someone has to be” you responded quickly. His smiled faltered and he looked at you, confused.

“What are you talking about? You are talented too. I’ve seen your drawings, those building projects you have been working on. They’re masterpieces, MC, I love them and–”

“I didn’t get the job, Zen” you quickly answer, not looking at him. “They didn’t like those ‘masterpieces’” you added, making the colons signs with his fingers.

Oh. So they had already sent you the email.

Zen would put the tablet aside and hold you on the couch. Whisper over and over again how talented you truly are and how they were in the wrong for not noticing it.

“If they can’t see how brilliant you are, why would you want to work for them?” he asked. “I’ve been rejected more times that I can count. I know how you feel. And you know what makes me feel better?”

You look at him and shake your head.

Ten minutes later, you’re both riding on his motorcycle, feeling the air against your face. you hug him tighter and smile.

Jaehee

Jaehee’s not one for jokes. But she does enjoy the occasional laugh she has with you. You make tons of jokes, but, unlike Saeyoung, you know when to stop

“Babyyyyyyyy, I’m a mess!” you complained, stretching on your bed. Both of you were working on your laptops, when suddenly you put yours aside.

“C’mon. Help me, Excel Goddess! Can’t seem to make this thing to work and I need to show it to my boss tomorrow” you asked. Jaehee smiled softly, put her laptop aside and grabbed yours. She started typing formulas, fixing your work.

“You’re so good to me, baby. Thank youuuu. That’s why you’re the smart one here”. Jaehee just smiled, continuing her work.

“They should have taught me Excel in school instead of sports. Did anyone of my class turn out to be an athlete? No one. Are we struggling to get a job because we don’t know shit about Excel? We are”.

“Maybe that’s why I’m failing. Maybe that’s why I had to settle with this shitty job, because I can’t comprehend the monster that in Microsoft Excel. Maybe that’s also why my Computer Science teacher hated me at school” you said dramatically. Jaehee chuckled softly.

“Maybe that’s why my whole life is a mess right now. Maybe that’s why I can’t find joy in the things I do anymore, maybe that’s why my father left us. Because I’m a shitty person who can’t do Excel and can’t get a decent job”.

She stopped typing and looked over at you.

“MC. What are you saying?”

“I’m sorry. I’m just… I’m tired. Don’t think about it too much”

“I-… Do you want me to talk to Mr. Han? Maybe there’s a position and… I know C&R takes most of my time but an entry level job may be good– at least for your resumé and–”

“I’m fine. Don’t think about it, baby” you dismissed, but Jaehee grabbed your hand.

“Can’t you really find joy anymore?” she asked. You sighed.

“Happens to me when the cold weather beggins. Will go away in a couple of weeks” you shrugged. Jaehee squeezed your hand.

“Let me know if I can do anything to help you… well, find joy again”.

“You do help!” you assured her. “I can find bits of joy here” you smiled and gave her a small kiss. She smiled and kissed you back.

Jumin

Jumin doesn’t understand most of your jokes. Most of the times, you have to explain them to him. He doesn’t mind, but it’s only because he really enjoys watching you laugh at your own jokes. The sight of you giggling it’s enough to light up any day.

That day, you decided to visit him during lunch. Which wasn’t a rare occurrence, you tried to visit him at least once a week, making sure with Jaehee you wouldn’t be interrupting.

“Good afternoon, my love. Didn’t expect you here” he greeted you, giving your cheek a tender kiss when you approached him. You gave him the bento you had prepared and sat in front of him, on the other side of his desk.

“I know. I just thought your darling, loving wife might make an appearence. I do have to keep those heiresses away from you” you laughed. He smiled softly and opened his bento. “Don’t want them making you change your mind about marrying some poor girl who couldn’t even afford university by herself”.

Jumin arched his eyebrow while eating his lunch. “Is there a problem with your classes? I thought you were excited about finally attending university, even if most of the classes are online for security reasons. Are the professors not competent enough? Are they not grading you fairly?”

You laughed. “No, Jumin, classes are fine. I just… Don’t really fit with your social class, you know. I mean, I knew I wouldn’t fit, but someday’s it really… just… I don’t know. You can put a working class girl in a Channel, but you can’t really change who she really is inside, right?” you smiled weakly.

Jumin furrowed his eyebrows, visibly upset. “What are you talking about?”

Your facade disappear and you sighed. You reached out for his hand and held it tighly.

“Please, don’t misunderstand me. I love you, I really do. Nothing can change that. But I can’t– I can’t pretend I don’t hear the whispers when I come here to have lunch with you. How I listen to them mocking these nice clothes you bought for me” you said, pointing at your light blue dress he had given you. “I don’t… I didn’t grow up with these things. I must look really dumb pretending to be part of a class I’m not”.

“Who made that comment?” he asks, angrily.

You try to cover it up, but after some pushing, you tell him it’s the secretary that works two offices away. She has a desk beside Jaehee’s. Jumin stands up, not stopping when you ask him to. He takes one step outside his office and spots the secretary you must be talking about.

“You’re fired. Assistant Kang, take care of that paperwork”.

Jumin returned to his office and locked the door. You can’t believe what just happened. He walks over to you and lifts up your chin with his hand, gently.

“Don’t ever let anyone tell you you don’t belong here. Or that you don’t deserve elegant clothes or anything I want to give to you. I know you didn’t grow up the same as me, but that’s why I love you. Because you didn’t look at me and saw my money or C&R, you looked at me. At who I was. Who I could be. I want to be the best man I can be, just for you. And I want to please you, giving you anything I can so you can enjoy life at its fullest. Also, look at you” he said, taking a look at your whole outfit. “You look breathtaking. You look classy, and it’s not just the dress” he smirked, kissing your cheek and making his way to your neck, leaving you a mess of giggles.

Saeyoung

Ok, so we all agree he’s the king of dark humour and self-deprecating jokes.

And he’s used to be like that around you and sometimes you make the same jokes and you both just laugh it out.

So that day, he doesn’t notice something’s off from the start.

He’s fixing the robot cat, since it had been malfunctioning. You’re reading a magazine on the couch while he’s sitting on the floor, both of you talking on and off.

“One day you should teach me who to do that. You know, fixing stuff and such”

“I wil! But you’ll need to call me sensei during our lessons.”

“Sensei? Isn’t that japanese?”

“It is! I’ll be your sensei if you wish. But what do you want to learn to fix?”

“I don’t know. I just don’t want to be the dumb one of the relationship”

“Awww. But we make such a good pair~”

“Just because you haven’t got tired of me yet” you chuckle.

“How could I get tired of your cooking? Never!~ I swear my mouth waters just thinking about your waffles.”

You laugh. “That’s all I am? My cooking?”

“Well, also how clean you keep this, Ms. Vanderwood hasn’t been complaining as much as before” he teases you.

“Well, you know I have to keep this apartment clean and your stomach full. That’s why I’m here, right? Until you get tired of my stupidness” you chuckle.

Saeyoung looks back at you, stopping on his fixing of robo-cat. He’s not longer smiling.

“… You really think that? That I think you’re stupid?”

“Well… I’m no genius. I’m just one more secretary, I’m… c’mon. You’d have more fun with someone who’s just as smart as you. I’m just here… until my time’s done. I’ve accepted it long ago.”

Suddenly he’s over you, making you lay on the couch, pinning both your arms over your head.

“Stop! What? Stop, just stop, what are you even saying?! You are kind, compassionate, generous and the most beautiful soul I’ve ever seen. You stayed by my side when I was at my worst. You saw all parts of me and still loved me. I’m the one who isn’t worthy of someone as loving and forgiving as you. I– I could never. I could have never rescued Saeran without you. I could have never been happy or even think about real happiness if it weren’t for you. So honestly, what if you don’t know anything about computers or hacking? That doesn’t matter to me. It’s you and your heart. It’s always been about your loving heart, MC. Please, please don’t be so hard on yourself. I’ve loved you my whole life. Even before I met you. I just didn’t realize it.”

Your eyes water

damn, saeyoung i almost cried as well, you fucker

You both stay on the couch, holding each other until you fall asleep. He keeps whispering soft and warm words to your ear every now and then, making sure you never doubt yourself again.

Saeran

“i want to die” “same”

It’s so usual for you both to make dark jokes, he doesn’t really notice when it stops being a joke to you.

You’re both laying on the couch. You’re on top of him, resting your head on his chest. You can’t remember how it started, but you start joking around.

“Your girlfriend’s a mess, you know”

“She is. Have you seen her hair?” he teased.

“What the hell does she think she’s doing? Have you seen the way she dresses?”

“Total mishap. It’s like a match made in hell”

“And her voice? More like a screech” you laugh, making fun of your own voice.

“Will she ever shut up?” he sighed dramatically, smirking softly.

“Why does she think she actually make someone happy?” you chuckle. His smile disappears.

Saeran stays silent for a minute. “You’re not happy?”

are you not happy with him? has he already bored you out of your mind? are you having second thoughts about your relationship? because he’s been trying, he’s been seeing a psychologist and even though there still isn’t a big change, he— is it because there hasn’t been a big change?

“Well, you’re not” you replied in a small voice. “And I can’t– And I don’t how– Maybe it’s me?”

So, Saeran decides to try something he’s been talking about with his psychologist. Better now than ever, he thought.

“I love you”

You raise your head, looking at him in disbelief. He’s never said that before. When you started dating, he had kissed you and you had understood how it was hard for him to express feelings due to the severe trauma he had gone through, so you hadn’t pushed him but… Saeran was still looking at you, a tense expression on his face. You suddenly realized you hadn’t said anything back.

“I love you too”. You had said it before. You had told him that a million times, but it was the first time you said it back.

“I know it seems I’m not making progress– But I think I am? I mean, I just told you that, right?” he said, scratching his head, a little nervous. “He said we were going to work on expressing feelings, and it was easier to express the most intense ones.”

“Your most intense feeling– one of your most intense feelings is loving me?” you asked, still surprised.

“Shut up” he said, making you laugh for real this time.

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanons #mystic messenger headcanon #mysme hc #mystic messenger hc #mm hc #mm jumin #mm zen #mm jaehee #mm yoosung #mm saeyoung #i've lost my ability to make small hcs #this turned out to be seven pages on a google doc #SEVEN #will i ever make small hcs again #idk

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Rules Of One’s Soul Ch17 Date

(Mak belongs to @wasted-church )

Strange how one could have so many sleepless nights couldn't it? In fact, when was the last time he had a dream at all? The last time he dreamt was that old memory with Lancer four or maybe five days ago, and that was a rare pleasentry. Well, one could chalk it up to just being too tired with all the stress and emotions going through him lately, but he couldn't care less. He was tired, worn out, and done with the situation he was in. But luckily it seemed things were starting to slowly go back to normal.

Of course, he had no dream that night either. He blamed it on returning home so late at night and being so warn out, he didn't even have the energy to deal with any of his nightly beauty routines and just went down like a sack of potatoes ounce he got in range of the mattress. That night had been quite a blur and he was still sleeping heavily once morning had risen. The sheets were all wrinkled and lazily tossed over the sleeping worm's body, his body slowly rising and falling In his sleep. Including the light snoring, he could easily call himself lazy if he could see himself right now, but since he couldn't he'd have to settle for just dealing with it. Not that he was really complaining to be honest. But if he was awake, he could've noticed the door to the shop slowly opening and the little bell's jingle. Or hear the footsteps that lead up to the entrance of the small bedroom in the back.

Yellow eyes blinked at him. An unsure look upon the small intruder's face. He watched as the worm continued to peacefully sleep, his body laid half way off the bed in an almost comical way but this wasn't the time to laugh. Right now was the time to ask what he actually wanted to ask. Professionally and correctly this time. As Seam put it-

"Do it in a way that normal people do, and not in a way that scares him off. Try approaching him in a calm manor. Im sure he'll be more open if he feels calm around you."

WAIT! Would it have been more professional to knock before entering? He assumed Rouxls would've been awake by now with how precise he insists on being, he didn't think he would find him fast asleep snoring away. Would it be worse if he woke him up? Would he react badly?

He stared at Rouxls for a couple more seconds, just standing there and wringing his hands together. A few more seconds of just silently standing there, he took a deep breath and shuffled forward. Stopping at the edge of the bed, he took a moment just standing there and watched him. His face was calm and other than the snoring, not a sound came from him, it...was rather peaceful to be honest. Now that he got a good look at him, he could better see the small white freckles dotting across his face and the shimmering eyelashes against the cool blue skin. He could feel his face heating up a light purple at the sight. Quite the pretty sight-.....He could also see the scars slashed crossed his face. Blinking, he leaned closer-....There were...scars on his face. Three to be precise. One over the left eye and lower cheek, and one near the right corner of his mouth. It-

It looked like claw markings almost.

The confusion made him blink more, a clawed hand coming up to move a strand of glittering white hair from his face. What the- Where did these even come from? They were too fat in length to be his or Seam's, so that was a relief. But then....what caused them? He turned back to stare at the one over his eye but instead found an open white eye staring back him. Both froze. Neither moving due to the fact that he been caught- In one quick (but slaggy movement due to Rouxls being still half asleep) the worm yelped in shock and pushed himself up and away from the small imp's face. Jevil, in shock, stumbled back and landed on his hind. Yellow eyes panickingly looked up at him and watched the confused worm stare at him. The mitch matched eyes blinked slow and confused at the small imp sitting on the floor, as soon as he recognized who exactly it was, he groaned, yawned and reached a hand up to rub his face.

"What tis thou doing here?"

"I-I....Ahehe-" He gave a nervous smile when the duke turned his attention back to him, raising a brow. "I-I came to make up for last night, last night?"

The worm continued to give him a skeptical look before sighing. "I doth have nay choice. Do I?"

"You promised, promised."

"I didst not think that thou meant first thing in thy morning."

The worm yawned again and this time stretched out his body. A pop sound came from his back and his hands rubbed down the length of his spine as he turned back to Jevil, who by now had stood back up and was looking at him with a hopeful look. There really was no getting out of this was there? But the thought of Jevil bothering him for the rest of the day was absolutely not an option either, he couldn't fathom how he got himself into these situations.....but maybe if- He looked back to Jevil who was now looking less hopeful and more nervous. His hands wringing his tail. What if he could mold this situation to his liking? Yes. This day could still turn out nicely, considering if Jevil coroperates with him this time.

He looked back to Jevil and dared to give him an experimental smile, the purple imp perked up a bit. "So...Thou wantest to make amends with mineself?"

"Oh yes, yes! Hu-ha!" His smile returned in full making Rouxls grit his teeth to keep the smile. "I want to very much, much!"

"Well then....How wouldst thou l-likest to-" He gulped down the bile he felt before pleasantly replying in a sweet tone. "-h-helpest me with a few things today?"

The imp immediately gasped before gigglng in glee at the offer to help Rouxls for the day, tail shooting straight upwards and wagging around like an excited puppy. The site of those eyes lighting up a bright yellow and his giggles sent a very nice but surprised shiver up his spine. "OF COURSE, OF COUTSE! I CAN DO THAT!!"

A smile spread across. Perfect.

"Lovely. Now if thou will please exit mine room so I mayest get dressed accordingly." He pointed a blue hand towards the entrance back to the shop entrance.

"Oh! Yes, yes. Of course." Jevil gave out a few more giggles of glee before turning on his heel and bounding out said entrance. Rouxls watched after him before sighing and reaching up to once again run a hand through his hair. He was still very much tired, but hopefully getting a (hopefully) small headache now will save him from a bigger headache later. With another groan he threw what was left of the blankets off him and flung his feet off the bed-

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Jevil waited impatiently on the other side of the counter, casually balancing on his tail like usual. It had only been maybe at most a few minutes but it honestly felt like an eternity. The urge to just pop the question then and there was tempting and he mentally slapped himself for not asking it sooner, but then again the duke seemed really cranky when he woke up. Helping him out with what he wanted would help make up for it and possibly score some extra points. Besides, if Seam could help him so could he! He could help Rouxls even better than Seam could. He could do it! HE COULD DO ANYTHING!!

And he would prove it!

He didn't have to wait much longer. His ears perked up at the approaching footsteps and he turned just as The worm waltzed his way out the door, another fancy suit adorned his body and his hair was neatly draped over his shoulders. How many of those did he have? He smiled as soon as Rouxls's eyes gazed upon him and he could have sworn his eyes became a little softer.

Rouxls rolled his eyes and sighed. Body straightening into a professional pose. "Today I intend to finish up a few jobs I haveth yet to completeth. If thou insists on...'helping' me today, then I will allow it. But on the condition thou behaves thineself?" He raised a brow as Jevil nodded excitedly but decided not to comment on it. "Good. Now first thine on mine agenda is to get mine lock fixed! I don't want anymore thieves taking mine wares. " He took maybe two steps away from the counter before a rumble and groan came from the worm. Jevil tilted his head curiously at the annoyed looking worm before meeting his annoyed gaze. "...Correction. First thing on mine list tis breakfast-"

The ground was already pretty dry, even after the large amount of rain from not too long ago, which was fine to Rouxls, he'd rather not get his good boots. Luckily he was able to satisfy his hunger with what worms he dug up a few days ago, but he still felt empty and rather tired, Jevil had pointed it out when he noticed the bags under his eyes. He sure felt like he was carrying a lot of weight, but since when has that stopped him from doing what needed to be done? The cool wind was nice today. A nice change from the stuffy air that was Seam's shop, hopefully his special touch changed that....Of course Seam did seem the lazy type. He couldn't fathom how he could've possibly let himself make all those bad descisions. Letting dust settle on everything until it looked like a dirt bomb had went off. Keeping useless damaged items around to rot among the shelves. Not cleaning out that fireplace for who knows how long- not to mention it was a dangerous fire hazard- Oh! And not teaching that unruly child some better manners. Seriously, he ought to know. He has Lancer after all-

..Lancer?

Oh, he must be causing so much trouble right now. Insisting on riding that engine powered bike through the halls, not understanding his King duties,...Going down to the dungeon. That's what he feared the most. For down there lied the former King Spade. Poor Lancer was so naïve, so....Too nice. He'd be easily manipulated into letting the terrifying former king loose, and what then?! He'd go crazy! He'd take his anger out on everyone....including Lancer. A hand unconsciously went up to touch his face- He needed to get back there and care for his son. No one else would be able to take care of him like he would. He NEEDED him- That train of thought stopped with one single sentence from Jevil-

"Are you feeling, feeling ok?" The worm completely stopped, blinking his eyes at Jevil. The imp floated eye level with the duke and gave a confused look at the worm. "You started talking, talking to yourself."

He blinked a few more times looking dazed before clearing his throat and turning around to continue down the path again. "I-I amst fine. *ahem* N-Now cometh along! We have nay time to dottle."

Jevil made a hum but didn't question his actions just yet. Instead floating after him. " So where are we of to, to now?"

"Well, first order of business is to refurnish mine shoppe. Which is why I brought this!" With a flap of his cloak the worm proudly revealed an old looking bag from his side. Where did he pull that out from? The bag was old and it looked strangely familiar. Was that- "I'm sure Seam wouldst not mindest if I borrow his knapsack for one trip."

....Jevil blinked. "Uh- What exactly, exactly are we going to do with that?"

Rouxls rolled his eyes. "What else? We art picking more of those dangerously calorie filled dark candies for commoners to eat and die a sugary death...And to fillest mine pockets with darke dollars of course. " He pointed to a patch of trees in front of his that was blooming with fresh looking candies from their branches. "Those will suffice. Come."

The small patch of trees were indeed full of plump star shaped candy, some of the biggest candies Jevil had seen honestly. When asked how he knew of such trees, Rouxls explained Lancer had been the one to discover the trees and (forced) convinced Rouxls to come and see his new discovery. His mitch matched eyes crinkled in a smile at remembering the fond memories, his smile showing off the small gap between his upper teeth. A rather cute sight, his own soul thumping at the sight of the rare display of happiness. The ground around them was littered with old branches, leaves, and candies that was just starting to rot away, from last weeks storm no doubt. Rouxls had handed the bag to Jevil and ordered him up towards the branches with the biggest dark candies. Ok. This should be easy. ....It should have been easy. It turns out the duke was extremely picky with his choice of candy. If he found even just the slightest bruising or anything wrong with it, he would order Jevil to immediately get rid of it. Seemed like a waste of good candy, so rather than get tossed on the ground, the candy found itself tossed into the blank abyss that was Jevil's mouth.The next few times had a rinse and repeat pattern. Rouxls would take up to a minute scanning the trees as if trying to decipher a hundred year old puzzle with Jevil floating boredly waiting for orders, until eventually he would point one out. Jevil would pick, and bring it to said duke who would examine it in excruciating painful carefullness, and if up to his standards, the lucky star would be tossed into the sack. It took maybe an hour...or two at most for the bag to even be partly filled because the duke would start a small argument whenever Jevil almost dropped one in without consulting him first, making Jevil roll his eyes and retort with a "You're being too picky, picky". But otherwise he entertained the duke's 'rules', wouldn't want to risk a giant argument when he seemed in a good-ish mood. He just had to follow Seam's advice for now. Relent and make sure he was comfortable and calm around him....Though calm might've not been the right words to describe an overly perfectionist like Mr. Kaard over here. By now the bag was almost filled to the brim with the fat dark candies, and Rouxls took a few more minutes examining the actual fullness of the back before nodding his head in satisfaction at the job well done. Jevil sighing in relief, thank goodness that job was over with.....But then Rouxls asked him to get some of the best dark candy tree leaves he could find, whipping out an empty glass jar of nowhere. When asked why, he simply said "For darke candy tea leaves of courseth! Doth thou have any tastes?". Another round of examining and slight annoyance on Jevil's part followed until the jar had been completely stuffed with dark candy leaves, which Jevil ended up holding along with the bag.

He was again slightly surprised when Rouxls once again pulled another thing from under his cloak. This time a paper and feathered pen...Seriously where did he get that from? He made a small checkmark by the top near some words and Jevil noticed it was a list-

. pick up darke candy

.restock the living courters

. fix thee lock

.reorganize new wares

Yep. This was definately something Rouxls would do. Speaking of which- The worm smiled proudly at the work done but when he went to take the bag off of Jevil, the imp pulled the bag away with a smile.

"I can carry it, carry it! Don't worry about me, me!"

With a little reluctance, Rouxls agreed to let Jevil carry the items, and by 'carry' he meant have them magically float alongside them as Rouxls directed them down the path once again.

"Where to now, now?"

"Seam's shoppe-"

"WHAT?!" Rouxls paused and gave him a look, CRAP! Jevil quickly smiled and awkwardly chuckled. "O-Oh. Really? Why may I ask, ask are we going there?...There."

"Seam tis thee only other shoppe open that is not a part of the castle or myself." He faced back forward and began walking again. "So tis only natural to assume he has what I needeth......Art thou coming?"

Reluctantly he followed after the worm, but now with a sour anoyance to his face. Not that Rouxls seemed to notice or care about, he seemed more focused on getting the things on his list done. So when they came to the Sheap's opening, Jevil grumbled under his breath, ducking in after Rouxls and putting on an annoyed frown. Of course the old cat would be there, smiling as patient as ever. But he did look slightly amused to see the pair and tilted his head.

"Greetings, Duke. Jevil. What brings you to my humble home today? Did you forget something?"

"Nay! I amst simply here because I needst some things for mine comfort for the rest on my banishment."

Seam chuckled. "Well I wouldn't call a break a banishment, but Im always open for customers. Have your look around." The blue man scoffed dramatically before turning back and walking to a shelf near the right wall filled with stocked foods. Making Seam chuckle again, A grumble turned the cat's attention back to the floating companion of the duke. The poor fool looked annoyed to be there, arms crossed, and curious enough, a bag and jar floating alongside him. He chuckled good naturedly at the frown the jester adorned, making him frown a bit deeper. "And here I thought you would be entertaining the young king today. Did you get fired old friend?"

He gave a dry huff and sarcastic smile. "Only if, if- I simply asked the dear child for the day off, off to take of dear Rouxls, Rouxls..... He seemed worried, worried about him."

Seam hummed. "It's perfectly understandable. The boy isn't usually without the duke, or so I've heard. Tell me, how is he holding up?"

Jevil shrugged. "As energetic and clueless a child can be about running a kingdom." A real smile and chuckle graced his face for a moment. "He's causing quite the handful for the other kings and servents. Last night he wanted to order everyone to eat worms for dinner-" He was interrupted by a gag sound coming from the old cat who's fur bristled up at the thought of squirming insects entering his mouth. Jevil of course laughed at that earning a quick curious glance from Rouxls. "Not one for exotic quisine eh Seam?"

"Don't tell me YOU have started eating those things?" He shrugged and Seam shuddered in disgust. "Have you asked the Duke yet?," he asked changing the subject. Jevil's smile immediately faded and he gave a side glance.

"Um....Not yet, yet. He seemed rather..cranky, cranky when he woke up."

"So you're helping him shop?"

"N-No! Im making up for my past mistake, mistake yesterday! Happiness leads to good choices-"

"Oh, I see." Seam leaned against the counter, head in paw. Giving his own version of a smug look. "Jevil. In all our years of knowing each other, I've never took you for a kiss up."

Jevil gasped in a dramatic way, hand on his chest like Seam had just insulted his mother. Seam chuckled harder at the jester's reaction but neither had time to react before the footsteps of the duke approached the counter. He had an aray of items in his arms which included some of the dried or canned foods, and a few smaller things like tissues and some yarn. He placed them all down on the counter and gave Seam an expecting look. Without question, the old cat smiled politely and went to start reading the small price tags attatched to them to calculate the price.

"So how has your day been if I may ask? Or you don't have to say anything. It's none of my business." His one good eye glanced up at Rouxls.

Rouxls sighed and rolled his eyes, but answered, "Doing what I should have gotten done days ago. Getting things organized in an orderly fashion within mine space..." He glanced at Jevil. "With some minor help of course."

Jevil flashed a toothy grin which made the duke slightly cringe at. Seam didn't miss that for one second. The duke didn't go full on defensive mode, so that was a good change of pace at least. He wondered if Rouxls had gotten all his anger and stress out yesterday or if he was just really tired for a moment. The bags under his eyes weren't very impressive- But how the duke slept wasn't any of his business now is it? But he's your soulmate, a voice whispered in his head.

Yes, well he's also Jevil's and doesn't seem interested in persuing romantical feelings with anyone let alone a bouncy, little fool like Jevil or an old torn thing like me.

Then why are you helping Jevil?

He's my oldest friend. It's my fault he was kept from his soulmate for so long. It's the least I could do. Besides. This is nothing but a last game before the end.

Then why are you feeling jealous over this whole thing?

"Seam?"

"Hmm?" He looked back up into the raised brow look of Rouxls. He pointed to the ball of blue yarn he was currently holding.

"Thou hast been staring at that ball of twine for quite a bit. Is somethinge wrong?"

"Wha- Oh! Oh. Oh, no. Nothing but an old cat's thoughts."

"...Alright." He continued to watch as the cat sighed...sadly and put the ball of yarn back with a few other colors of yarn. All still with a raised brow, he turned to Jevil with a questioning look, but the imp seemed just as confused as he stared back with a similar facial expression and shrug. He heard cats loved balls of yarn, perhaps he was taking one of Seam's favorites? Or maybe it reminded him of something? He shook his head, who knows what goes on in that cotton filled head of his? Oh well. Soon enough, the old register made some clinging noises as Seam pressed down on some of the keys, with a smile, he turned back to the pair.

"That'll be sixty-four fifty-two, Duke. Of course unless you don't want them anymore."

Rouxls was quick to dig into his pocket and throw down some cash onto the counter, he had places to be after all. To Jevil's surprise yet again, the duke pulled out another bag from under his cloak - ok. This was getting ridiculous. Could he teleport things too, or was there a giant hidden pocket within the underside of the cloak he wore?- Granted, this one looked as if it was homemade from yarn instead of the patchwork rucksack that was seam's. Knitted maybe? Rouxls wasted no time grabbing the items and started stuffing them within the neatly knitted bag. Seam watched with a patient smile as the duke finished stuffing said items into the bad and turned to leave.

"Thank thee. But I must be on mine way if I amst going to make good timing I must be on mine way. "

"Oh. Well In that case I wish you a good day Duke." With a quick glance he turned back to Jevil and smiled again. "I suggest you go to. You never know when your opponent might make a surprise move. Hopefully you'll make yours soon."

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Rouxls was grumbling in annoyance again. Surprise, surprise. Even after giving Malius the one hundred dark dollars to fix the lock- This started a whole argument with the blue duke and hammer headed darkner, because as Rouxls said, "ONE HUNDRED?! Whomst charges that much for a simple lock!? Thou art a thief and a cheat if you think I amst paying THAT much for a dam LOCK!!" Luckily Jevil managed to step in and cool Rouxls down and somehow talk sense into him. Enough to get Rouxls to pay Malius in advance to come fix the lock tomorrow- Which made Rouxls even more annoyed because in his opinion, that 'metal-headed jerk' just loved to make him wait on purpose. He would've laughed because seriously, who fights over a door knob? But he decided to remain calm and just try to steer Rouxls away from another dramatic display of shrieking. Plus it would only serve to delay what he so desperately wanted to ask of him, in the meanwhile though- They were walking back towards Rouxls's shoppe. With the duke staring at his list and mumbling to himself, and Jevil floating bordly behind, the bags and jar right behind him. They passed maybe one or two guards and jigsaweries who stared in confusion or hid behind one of the many dark candy trees in fear of Jevil (or to the Jigsawries the dastardly villian Duke who was once upon a time given their jobs by the Ex-King Spade). They paid them no mind though. They had more important things to do right now.

"That whole trip was almost a complete waste of time! What waseth that lunatic thinking?!"

Jevil shrugged and let Rouxls rant his frustrations out. He had gotten the idea it might've been better to let all his anger out other than letting it pent up, no matter how slightly annoying it might've been. Plus wouldn't it be more kind to let him vent? That's what good partners do right? It didn't take too long before the two finally came up to the worm's shoppe, closed sign up in the neatly scrubbed store window so luckily no one came in and took anything while they were gone. The small bell over the door jingled when the duke pushed the door open and waltzed on in, Jevil in two with the supplies beside him. The worm sighed in relief at finally getting back home and getting most everything done for the day, well except for getting his lock fixed and getting more sleep, but that was beside the point. He almost forgot Jevil was there before he spoke up again-

"So what now, now?"

He jumped a bit and blinked back at him. "Um...W-What?"

"What are you going to do with all theses, these things now, now?" He gestured a clawed towards the still floating bags.

.....Rouxls blinked. "O-Oh! Of courseth! Ahaha. How couldst I forget? *ahem*" He reached his arms beside Jevil and grabbed one of the floating bags and the jar of leaves. "I shalt puttest mine personal belongings away, if thou still wishes to helpeth mineself-" He gestured his head begin him towards a shelf with neat crates stacked upon it. "-puttest those ghastly tooth rotting sweets without those. And try not to drop any on mine clean floors."

With that Rouxls turned back towards the counter and started towards the other side of it. Most likely to put whatever he bought from Seam's sheap away. With a sigh, Jevil turned to the shelf and rose a hand. With a motion of his fingers two crates flew off the shelf and into the air, while the old bag full of dark candies floated towards them. With another finger motion the top of the bag opened-

"And put those in there carefully! One byest one if thou hast to. I nay want bruises on my product, only the best are sold in mine presence."

The floating imp threw a 'really? Im so done right now' look over his shouler at the busy worm, but only sighed and decided a fight wasn't worth his breath right now. Turning back to the work at hand, his body turned to a laying down motion with one hand holding his head up and the other one outstretched in the direction of the floating objects. His hand lazily moving in an up and down, making the candies float out of the bags ten at a time and carefully set them within one of the two crates. A small silence filled the room other than the shuffling of Rouxls moving around objects behind the counter or the sound of candies being put inside the wooden crates. It was calming to Rouxls, after dealing with the annoyance of constant bugging and fighting with everyone, it was nice to just sit back and work on his own things. Silence was something he greatly appreciated but barely got to have unfortunately with his many duties and raising a feisty boy, but at least there might be one good thing about this 'break'-

"Rouxls, Rouxls?"

Speak of the Jevil. Rouxls sighed and asked without looking up from the counter, "Yes, Jevil? Didst thou wantest something?"

He couldn't see it, but the small imp was giving him a nervous look from where he was floating. "Y-You are going with Seam as your....date,date for the ball yes,yes?"

That sentence made the worm pause his actions and lean up to look at the nervous jester.....Did he agree to Seam being his..date? Well, he did agree to let Seam go as his Plus One for the ball, but only because he offered to help keep an eye on Jevil. Di- Did that still count as a date? ...Would Jevil go insane if he said yes? Another look at the jester made him have another thought. If he said yes, was he less likely to bother him during that time? He'd have more time to watch over Lancer and help set order at this event.

He pondered his thought for a moment, before looking back to the jester and hesitantly saying. "...Yyyeeesss??"

Jevil's face dropped a little bit upon hearing that, but he just smiled back politely and responded with a polite. "Oh....Seam is a lucky, lucky one."

"I...suppose he is." He began to turn back to the counter-

"Rouxls?"

He looked back to Jevil. "Yes?"

Jevil gulped and smiled wider. "If....someone else, else asked you about a ....d-date, date....W-Would you accept that offer?"

Silence.

Rouxls continued to stare at the nervously grinning jester in silent shock. Did he just....ask about his romantical standards?

He blinked. "Well....I g-g-guesseth if one whomst asking is one I find a-attractive...t-then maybe? W-W-Why doth thou asks?"

His stomach sank after asking that, because Jevil's face lit up with a new hopeful smile and his tail slightly wagged back and forth with his new smile. Rouxls could feel his pupils shrink, his ears droop as the reality of what was about to happen hit him with the force of a hundred spade kings. Jevil didn't seem to notice though as he asked his next question with hopefully pride-

"Rouxls, Rouxls. Would you m-mind, mind...going on one with me?...Me?"

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tomsrebeleyebrow · 4 years

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Miss You | tom holland x reader

Summary: Travelling was tiring. Being away from your other half for a long period is tougher. But Tom always thinks about you at any time of the day. And you clearly do the same. Based on the song ‘Miss You’ by The Rolling Stones.

Pairing: Tom Holland x neutral gender!Reader

Warnings: fluff because tommy misses you and you miss him too

Words count: 1340

A/N: Here we go again, a new and fresh imagine✨ Still fluff because I guess I’m soft?? 😚 And as I loooooove the Rolling Stones, this song perfectly fitted with my plot! Also enjoy my first neutral gender!reader because I love you all and everybody can love Tom 😌☺️❤️

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Who said long distance relationships is an easy matter to handle? At least, you and Tom still manage to find a way to deal with it when you both are away from each other.

Texts and FaceTime.

You are used to Tom being gone to shoot his next movie, attending premieres and doing interviews. Sometimes you can follow him and share some times together like you used to do before he became the well-known friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. But as Tom’s career keeps escalating, yours is also progressing and you are quite proud of yourself, but it also means more work.

Still you made it just in time to the Far From Home premiere, flew to the US a day prior, stayed a bit longer with Tom and then came back together in London. He will finally be able to enjoy a nice deserved break for a month, well kind of because he still have to film videos for Internet in between but at least, you are together.

But before leaving, Tom said he received strict rules from the Russo brothers and that you guys will have to reduce your interactions.

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry baby but the Russo’s really want to keep everything about the movie under control and have no spoiler leak and other stuff. And I know it will be hard because my character is messed up so they want me to stay as much focus as I can during the filming but it’s a matter of three months! I hope so? Anyway this will be so intense and I can’t imagine not talking to you or seeing your face like we used to and-“

“Tom, breath, it’s okay.”

You giggle because he gets worried so easily about anything. You support him with all your heart in anything he does, and even push him harder sometimes because you know he can do better. He always does. You are proud of him every single day and you will never stop to.

“Just do your job like you always do and we will make it works. Like always, okay?”

But you feel deep inside that this time will be harder than the other times.

And then he is gone like a light. And then you are back to your everyday life: sleep – work – eat and repeat. Alone.

Tom left at the beginning of October to go filming Cherry in Cleveland, Ohio. Six hours of time difference, 3 732 miles apart and an ocean separating you. Nothing too challenging for you. But now it has been two weeks already without phone calls or FaceTiming. You just receive a few quick texts here and there in which he tells you everything is going well, and sometimes also with a picture but that is rare. And it is at this moment you realize you miss Tom. Pretty bad.

I've been holdin' out so long I've been sleepin' all alone Lord, I miss you

And Tom is as desperate as you are. On top of being dead tired since a few days and a bit tensed, not hearing your voice for so long is a challenge he never imagined he would have to deal with one day. And that day apparently came. Texts aren’t enough anymore. He wants to share so many things with you – without saying too much because he promised the Russo’s and the Cherry crew he will (try) not –, tells you he is all right despite his looks during his last Instagram live.

I've been hanging on the phone I've been sleeping all alone I want to kiss you sometime

And all his needs escalate pretty quickly because now he clearly misses your presence. Your body. Your everything. Cleveland’s nights in winter are so cold and that reminds him of the London ones, you next to him, squeezed against each other, all cuddling and warm. But not now. Some nights Tom feels so lonely in his bed he has to keep his mind working by reading his lines for the next day over and over again, until he tiredly fall asleep half sitting with his back against the headboard. All he could dream about was you. And let’s just say he often wakes up… Excited, and he has to take care of it fast before he had to go filming all day… Needless adding it was the same for you.

Well, I've been haunted in my sleep You've been starring in my dreams Lord I miss you

Finally, someone up there heard your countless prayers. That evening you stayed late at work because so much was happening and had to be done, so everyone was ecstatic and stressed. As soon as you put one foot outside the office, you let out the biggest sigh of your life. The sky was already dark but the streets are still buzzing. You have no strength left in your body to cook so you decide to drive to the Chinese near your apartment, order your favorites and go back home. Home, sweet home. But now cold and silent ever since Tom left. And you sigh again at the thought.

I've been waiting in the hall Been waiting on your call

As you are enjoying your meal and trying not to fall asleep while catching up with your series, your phone suddenly rings. It makes you jump with surprise because who calls people at… Almost midnight? You stretch out your arm and grab your phone on the coffee table, between empty boxes and bags of takeovers, and almost drop it as soon as you see the name on it. You hurry to chew and swallow the noodles still in your mouth, without choking if possible, and frantically take the call.

“TOM!! Oh my God, hi!! How are you babe?!” you scream with a smile on your face.

You hear Tom giggled. Oh how you miss his laugh.

“Hi sweetheart! I know it’s late in London right now but I finished filming earlier today. Now I have free time until tomorrow morning so what’s why I’m finally calling you. Oh God I missed you so much baby.”

“I missed you too like hell, Tommy” you reply almost with teary eyes, but still smiling.

I've been holding out so long I've been sleeping all alone Lord I miss you

Both of you talked for nearly three hours. Obviously you had so much to catch on and were just so happy to hear each other voices again after so much time. Like Tom had to convince you to go to sleep at some point because you worked tomorrow and after knowing about your hard day, he wanted you to rest enough. But you didn’t want to leave him already so you just begged him to stay a little more on line. And of course he had to comply. How could he say no to you?

With your knees bend against your chest and wrap in a fluffy blanket on the couch, you chat for thirty minutes more before you can’t stop a yawn full of tiredness to escape your mouth. Your eyes are also a bit itchy by fighting sleep so hard. Tom knows it is time for you to go and this time, you don’t fight back. But you still ask him to stay on line until you fall asleep and of course he agrees. After finding the softness of your pillow against your cheek and the comfort and warmth under your duvet, you place your phone next to your face and (kind of) keep talking with Tom. At some point he thinks he is doing a monologue but he can still hear you humming at him as an answer to whatever he is saying. But then all he hears is your soft breathing.

“Goodnight love of my life, sweet dreams, take care of yourself, I promise I will call you soon again. I love you.”

He hangs up, a grin on his face.

I've been hanging on the phone I've been sleeping all alone I want to kiss you

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odogaronfang · 5 years

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okay here it is!!! the long-awaited (not really) masterpost of hc’s about the background characters!!!

@105ttt and i have been working on this stuff for a couple weeks now and i’ve finally got around to making it into something shareable!! and i’m excited because now this means i get to use them in fics without people being completely lost!!!!

anyway this post is long so i’m gonna put it under a readmore-

Leonel

-link’s father

-captain of the guard & keeper of the wind key

-close friends with artura and valensuela since childhood

-because of the circumstances, he’s very well-read on the various legends/stories of the past heroes

-is a stand-in father for zelda sometimes because of how close she and his son(s) are

-constantly worried about his kids (sometimes because of the trouble they’ve been in, sometimes because of the trouble they cause)

-definitely the ‘cool manager’ type of captain- does what he needs to in order to run an efficient guard, but he’s also good friends with all of them

-there are days where he wants to take his kids out to town for a family day and there are days where he wants to throw them all out a window

Artura

-the captain’s top knight

-friends with leonel since childhood; they weren’t in the same battalion until they became full knights but leonel would cut sessions to go train with his group

-specialized in heavy armored combat, proficient in several kinds of weaponry but mostly uses bludgeoning weapons

-the backup dad for vio when leonel is busy because hylia knows vio needs constant supervision

-the embodiment of the gentle giant trope- does a lot of favors for people and the castle town kids ADORE him

-always busy + always tired. give artura his vacation days please

-he has a special room in the castle he goes to when he needs alone time and doesn’t want to be bothered. vio is allowed in but only grudgingly and only if he’s maintained at least one (1) week of decent behavior

-works a lot with younger trainees (mostly around link’s age); has a lot of instructional tasks on top of his regular patrol duties

-he doesn’t take off his armor in public a lot, so most people haven’t seen him out of it. there’s a joke among the younger groups that artura isn’t actually a person but rather a darknut or one of the phantom knights animated by the royal family’s magic. (actually it’s just because he’s secretly a twink and he doesn’t want people knowing that Mr. Top Knight/Mr. Living Darknut couldn’t hit 160lbs if he was soaking wet.)

Valensuela

-keeper of the water key

-close friends with leonel since childhood; was in the same trainee battalion as him

-trained for armored combat but dislikes wearing heavy plate- if he wears a lot of armor, it’s usually maille

-can dual-wield, but usually opts for one larger sword instead of two smaller ones

-basically adopts green after the pyramid incident. just steals him from leonel. green is his son now. green accidentally calls valensuela ‘dad’ once and leonel’s parentship of green ends right there.

-appears very dignified and serious but actually has a flair for the theatrical. most people are not aware of this but his friends know.

-leonel’s second-in-command, but he’s far more task-oriented and doesn’t deal with people as well as leonel does. he can come across as a little brusque with people he isn’t familiar with so he tries not to take that role if he doesn’t have to.

-not a personality headcanon but he has a scar on his forehead from when green shattered his helmet in the pyramid. and after he’s overcome the trauma that came with that whole ordeal, he definitely brags about it. someone asks what happened to him for him to have a scar like that and he’s like “oh my son did that isn’t he talented?”

Lucien

-keeper of the fire key

-so chill. extremely laid-back guy. the kind of guy you go to hang out with when you want to do something social but you don’t want to leave your house (or even your couch).

-kinda lazy when it comes to little mundane tasks, which he caught a lot of flak for while he was still in training, but wholeheartedly dedicated to his job when it comes down to it.

-basically adopts red. they’re like best buds. red makes lucien carry him around on his shoulders so he doesn’t have to walk but lucien doesn’t mind.

-absolutely the kind of person to disappear for an entire day and when you find him again and ask him where he went he says he was in the living room the whole time

-very good at cooking, but only the really time-consuming, complicated recipes, which goes directly against his low-effort nature. he rarely cooks, but everyone looks forward to the days that he does.

-also the kind of person to “work out” by doing one push up every five minutes. the second he hears someone approaching he’ll stay in mid-push-up position and when they walk in he’ll say “one thousand”. (he only actually made it to nine.)

-if he isn’t in armor he’s in sweats. “dress more professionally” the captain says to him one day. he shows up to breakfast the next morning wearing sweats again, but this time he also has a tie on.

-the tallest of the group, which artura makes fun of (it’s all in good fun. he just makes fun of artura for being so small.)

Wes

-keeper of the earth key

-the high-energy go-getter of the group. his energy alone balances out the chronically low-key natures of artura and lucien. basically an eternal child at heart.

-ALWAYS ready to throw down. it isn’t even that he has anger issues, he just needs a way to get rid of his restless energy while also triumphing in his various conflicts, and to him, fighting (within the controlled setting of a spar) is the easiest way to do that.

-one of those people that has to be physically restrained from doing dumb things. “hey i bet i could land in the hot spring if i jumped from the third story balcony” “wes you will break all of the bones in your lower body” “and??”

-also the guy in the group that’s constantly making bets and daring people to do things. he violates the sanctity of the triple dog dare by using it literally every time. he is also eerily good at predicting the correct outcome of bets.

-learns little things like sleight-of-hand tricks just to fudge them at the end; he’ll keep a group of little kids enamored with the “magic” before asking if they want to see the finale where he makes the cards disappear. the kids say yes and he just hurls the entire deck into a nearby bush. “there,” he says with pride as he walks away, “they’re gone.” (he would never actually upset the kids. if they look too disappointed he’ll sigh and go get the cards and do an actual disappearing trick just to make them better.)

-definitely takes blue under his wing. they spar like every morning. the other links might try to go on kitchen raids without their parents’/mentors’ knowing but blue goes WITH wes to go steal the best-looking cookies fresh off the baking sheet. arcy always gives wes grief for enabling that behavior but wes knows she won’t actually do anything about it

Selenas

-another of the captain’s high-ranking knights

-the exasperated lawful good of the group. he tries so hard to get the rest of them to follow the rules but it never works. he knows there’s no point to the efforts anymore but he still tries.

-the constant sigh-er of the group. you’d think he had respiratory issues if you didn’t know him.

-is tasked with helping to keep shadow in line because of his lawful good status. he’s the strict parent who insists upon balanced meals with a lot of vegetables and who believes in a strict 8pm bedtime. he will not hesitate to confiscate shadow’s laptop if he’s misbehaving. shadow despises him but he’s doing all of hyrule a great favor.

-doesn’t safeguard a royal jewel so he’s kind of an outlier but it’s fine, everything’s fine, he doesn’t need a jewel to prove that he’s a good knight and no, he isn’t envious, no not even a tiny bit, why would anyone ask that,

-prefers long-reach weapons like pikes and halberds over swords/daggers

[all of the above-mentioned knights are collectively referred to as the cape squad by the links]

Arcy

-one of the castle chefs

-an ex-knight; had barely made it into full knighthood before receiving a career-ending injury

-decided to continue work at the castle as a chef so she could still be around friends + to provide for her daughter

-was in the same trainee battalion as artura for armored combat, so they’re old friends

-her daughter is adopted; keina is the biological daughter of a late friend of arcy’s who died from birth complications

-is actually still technically in reserve for the guard; in a state of emergency she’s tasked with aiding evacuation efforts

-she’s the most popular chef among the knights because she takes requests. there’s a weekly competition among battalions and the winning one gets to choose the weekend meals that she makes. it’s a good motivator, especially for the ones in training, and it also gets her friends in high places (:

Keina

(see above images)

-arcy’s adopted daughter

-she’s very sickly; she’s never gone beyond the gates of castle town and barely even leaves the castle grounds. the only time she’s been beyond castle town was when she fled the castle with arcy, and she was in extremely poor health the entire time.

-she’s friends with the links + erune; they’ll often visit her and bring her things from other towns (or in erune’s case, her hometown) so she can still experience new things

-has a lot of pen pals all over hyrule since she can’t leave her home to go see people- she gets like two dozen letters a week and it helps keep her busy

-very knowledgeable on a lot of different subjects! because she’s often home- and sometimes even bed-bound, she spends a lot of time reading and writing and will sometimes illustrate as well. she’d like to be some kind of professional scholar so she can still contribute even when her health prevents her from travel.

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angelixii · 6 years

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1-140 (anything you haven't answered already) - Felix

Oh, hello! Thanks for the ask!! 💕

3 fears - Spiders (I get frightened when I think about them) heights (slightly) and the public (anything like murder, kidnapped, ya know stupid people)

3 Things I love - Music, Idols, and animals

2 Turns on - ig Hats (like snapbacks) and glasses

2 Turns off - oof I don’t really know.. ig self absorbed or a fudge boy

My best friend - C: @straykids-sk (wuv you)

How tall am I - 5′2

What do I miss right now - My cat that passed away :c (her name was P.J)

Favourite color - Blue, red, and sometimes green

Do I have a crush - no not really

Favourite place - my home

What am I listening to right now - theres a website called asoftmurmur.com and it has noises like rain or waves and stuff like that

Shoe size - pretty sure 10 in US womens

Eye color - brown

Hair color - light-ish brown

Meaning behind my URL - I chose Felix cause hes my bias wrecker and hes angelic C:

Favourite song - Theres like a million but 5SOS’s She Looks So Perfect wil always be a favorite (idk why)

Favourite band - Ill just chose Stray Kids cause I don’t wanna write them all out

How I feel right now - kinda tired but ig ok

Someone I love - Ill say my best fren Georgia (@straykids-sk) cause i wuv her

My current relationship status - single and i kinda wanna stay that way for a while

My relationship with my parents - We all live in the same house and its just us (I have one other sister but she moved out. But shes here a lot tho) and we all get along well

Favorite season - probably Spring c:

Tattoos and piercing I have - none and I don’t really want any

Tattoos and piercing I want - ^^^

The reasons I joined Tumblr - Georgia wanted me to and I thought it would be fun (I was right c:)

Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? - no :/

Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? - oh heel no she my best fren I would never

How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? - when I have school like 20 minutes at max

Have you shaved your legs in the past three days? - I did today

Where am I right now? - at my house on my laptop c:

Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? - reasonable level cause I’ve always had ear problems and they are sensitive (even tho I always have my earbuds in)

Do I live with my Mom and Dad? - yup

Am I excited for anything? - not that I can think of no

Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? - nope :/

How often do I wear a fake smile? - not THAT often

If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? - oooof I don’t think I could answer that question

What do I think about most? - probably k-pop

Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? - Definitely behind

What was the last lie I told? - It was kinda a joke but “i’ll do it because im the good child”

Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? - Eh depends on who it is but facetiming/video chatting

Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? - ghosts kinda and aliens, I mean sure we’ve barely discovered space, who knows whats out there

Do I believe in magic? - sometimes yeah

Do I believe in luck? - I mean yeah

What’s the weather like right now?- theres nothing really going on

What was the last book I’ve read? - uhhhhhh fully on my own (not in class)? The Maze Runner Scorch Trials

Do I have any nicknames? - Kassadoodle, Kassidilla, Kassy

Do I spend money or save it? - I’m trying to save as much as I can rn in my little money jar c:

Can I touch my nose with a tounge? - nah

Favourite animal? - Lions and Fennec Foxes

What was I doing last night at 12 AM? - uhhh im pretty sure saying goodbye to Georgia on video chat

What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? - oo um I cant really think of one rn :/

What is my favorite word? - yeet

My top 5 blogs on tumblr (not in any order)

@honeylixs

@zoxsu

@tinyfigureskater

@stray-kids-dork

@straykidsmate

If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? - I probably wouldn’t say anything cause im shy and afraid people would judge me on what I say c:

Do I have any relatives in jail? -not that I know of

What is my current desktop picture? - a pic of Bts

Had sex? Bought condoms? Gotten pregnant? Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? Had job? Smoked weed? Smoked cigarettes? Drank alcohol?

no to ALL those questions C:

Am I a vegetarian/vegan? - nope don’t think I could ever

Been overweight? - …

Been underweight? - no.

Gotten my heart broken? - nah

Been to prom? - nope

Been in airplane? - nope and I never want to really

Learned another language? - I take required (cause im one of the more intelligent kids in school. I know shocker right?) Spanish classes in school but im on summer break so I dont remember any c:

Wore make up?- nope

Dyed my hair? - nope

Had a surgery? - plenty of ear surgery and had my tonsils removed

Met someone famous? - nope

Stalked someone on a social network? - nope

Been fishing? - no but my dad has always wanted to take me and it sounds kinda fun

Been rejected by a crush? - nope never really had one and if I did I would never have the guts

What do I want for birthday? - ooo idk but i have to wait till next year anyway cause its already passed

Do I like my handwriting? - sometimes when my hand cooperates

Where do I want to live when older? - with my girl Georgia

Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? - nope ima good child (yeah ok suuureee)

What I’m really bad at - running :/

What my greatest achievments are - managing to keep straight A’s and I dont even study cause im online so

The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me - “u bird cage” - Georgia c;

What I’d do if I won in a lottery - ooooooooof idk

What do I like about myself - uhhhhh heh ig my hair or eyes/eyelashes

My closest Tumblr friend - Georgia (yes I do know her irl but shes honestly the closet tumblr friend I have so)

Any question you’d like? - hmm idk

Are you outgoing or shy? - definitely shy, unless with people im close to then quite crazy

What kind of people are you attracted to? - funny, cute and nice people

Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? - hA no

Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? - kinda

Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? - oof idk

What does the most recent text that you sent say? “ohhhh no XDD” (sent to Georgia)

What are your 5 favorite songs right now? - (I already answered this question and don’t wanna answer again)

Do you like it when people play with your hair? - yes I love when freinds at school did (once we were watching a movie in Spanish and my friend next to me was playing with my hair and I almost fell asleep heh)

Do you think there is life on other planets? - totally

Do you like bubble baths? - I haven’t had one in forever

Do you like your neighbors? - only one cause I think im related to them somehow or they are to like my uncle

Where would you like to travel? - out of this hell hole country c:

Favorite part of your daily routine? - checking my tumblr and stanning talent

What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? - stomach

What do you do when you wake up? - check my notifications on my phone

Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? - I wish it was more tan than it is (im quite pale)

Do you ever want to get married? - yeah

If your hair long enough for a pony tail? - yes but I hate pony tails so I never do it (I used to all the time as a kid)

Would you rather live without TV or music? - I rarely watch t.v anymore and listen to music almost all day so

Have you ever liked someone and never told them? - I mean yeah

What are your favorite stores to shop in? - I dont really have one for clothes but I do like Walmart

Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? - I mean sometimes

Do you smile at strangers? - If the smile at me first yeah

Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? - not that I can remember no

Ever wished you were someone else? - no (as much as I hate myself no)

Favorite makeup brand? - son;t wear any so I dont got one

Last thing you ate? - a Reese cup

Ever won a competition? For what? - not a big one I can remeber no

Ever been in love? - c:

Facebook or Twitter? - dont have a fb and i barely use twitter anymore but twitter

Twitter or Tumblr? - DEFINITELy tumblr

Are you watching tv right now? - i mean its always on for bg noise and light so ig so

What color are your towels? - all kinds of colors

Favorite ice cream flavor? - either Strawberry with out the strawberries or cookie dough

First person you talked to today? - my mom

Last person you talked to today? - Georgia

Name a person you hate? - C: theres too many

Name a person you love? - once again, theres too many

Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? - C: theres too many

Do you tan a lot? - I barely go outside so thats a no

Have any pets? - too many

Do you type fast? - I mean kinda yeah

Do you regret anything from your past? - everything XD

Ever broken someone’s heart? - I highly doubt it

Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? - C:

Is cheating ever okay? - hell no

Do you believe in true love? - I mean sure

What your zodiac sign? - Pisces

Do you believe in ghosts? - why is this question on here twice?

Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? (via catscuddlingandyou) - “…but not at all overwhelming, the balance of the different fragrances was subtle and flawless.” Twilight - Breaking Dawn (Do NOt ask me why thats the closest book its not mine and ive never read it and i NEVER plan on it)

oof that took like two hours heh.. its now currently 2:18am. and im very tired

but thanks for the ask anyway love! Im sorry for the wait! I was busy today. But im probably going to go to bed now

#oof #anon ask #thanks for the ask love #love you anon #c:#this whole post looks like a mess I’m sorry

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hermilfie · 3 years

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9:49pm 10/9/21

so, as expected. i’ve pretty much have shut myself out again. nothing interests me anymore, rarely ever happy or excited for anything in my life. mostly uninterested and disappointed by anything and everything, even by things or people that i love. i found a new song i liked, well i heard it from him, i’ve really let the lyrics run through every crevice in my brain. i really relate to it, to the point that’s i find it pathetic, not one person deserves to feel this way, kinda relieving that it’s not only me. my life is good, i have parents that take care of me, a brother that loves me more than anything in the world, but yet not satisfied or happy with anything in my life. i’m sitting in my bed listening to the song on repeat, it’s helping me explain myself to you, in this paragraph. i’m self deprecating, i set myself up to be disappointed, i self sabotage, to the point that i get fed up and mad, i hurt you then i hurt myself. i ruin “the party”. aka, your feelings. i promise i don’t mean to, you’re trying, but it’s not enough.. it’s not what i want. i’m sorry, i’m not picture perfect, even the smartest of people make mistakes, right? the thing there is they correct their mistake, make it even better than before. that’s what i want, that drive & satisfaction, not only for myself but i want you doing it for me. it’s a lot to ask, i know, it’s a joke that i pick the worst of the bunch. (not saying you’re bad, you’re not.) i mean, i know my standards are unrealistic, i’ll never meet someone who meets all my check marks, unless i craft them myself. so when someone or something doesn’t meet my standard or what i expect, i’m disappointed. 3 days in a row i’ve single handedly managed to not only ruin your night, but my own as well. i’ve already ruin this one, and it just started. i won’t get over how i feel, i probably won’t even be able to tell you why i’m bothered, i don’t want to hurt you, but i’m ghosting, which probably hurts more. i leave there to play a guessing game, you probably think i’m gonna leave you. i’m not. the song is playing still, my phone is on 4%, i don’t really know if we’re gonna talk again tonight, i really don’t want to. i know we won’t do anything i want, you’ve made that pretty clear, you don’t enjoy what i like and vise versa. i’m not going to ask either, i know you’ll only do it because it’ll make me happy; if you’re not happy with what i’m happy with, then i’m not happy. i have 0 excuse for my behavior, im not even sure why i act this way, i always do this, it always happens. i mean i’m either too much for someone or i’m nothing, right now i’m being nothing. a pain in the ass really, i’d give up on me as well, it’s tiring. anyways, im rambling, i still have no idea what i’ll do about this, im sorry.

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virmillion · 6 years

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What Was Missing

me? writing something unrelated to what i’m supposed to be working on again? it’s more likely than you think // aka i had another idea and wrote it down and hopefully it doesn’t suck // TLDR i try to write with some different tools and it maybe isnt terrible but i guess we’ll find out (@ the limericks, im lookin at you)

a n g s t (or at least my attempt at it)

Pairings: none, maybe prinxiety if you squint

Warnings: blood mention, lots of yelling, character death (sort of), let me know if you see any more

Word count: 4k ish

It started as most problems do in the mindscape—a sudden absence, a feeling that something was missing. Something, someone, who really knew anymore? With Roman gallivanting off to his room every odd day to fight another dragon witch, his booming voice was rarely missed so much as endured when it was present. Logan, research in hand, was oft to chain himself to a desk and not back away until his eyes were burning, eyelids heavier than his textbooks. Patton, so concerned with keeping everything together among the other three, rarely had a chance to shut himself away for some peace and quiet, no no no, his responsibilities were too great. But one day, one certain day that had no peculiar charm nor supernatural air about it, his duties felt… shorter, somehow. There was less to be taken care of, but Patton could not for the life of him tell you why. At least, not until the gaping hole demanded it be noticed, not until it was screaming so hard and so loud, Patton might well have gone deaf in its efforts. The only problem with it being so loud and so insistent lies within its very nature—this absence is not the sort to announce itself, so much as it is the type to slink away quietly, to duck out when nobody’s looking. Maybe this is why Patton initially seeks out Roman to inquire about his relaxed day. Maybe this is why Logan didn’t set down his research quickly enough. Maybe this is why they were too late.

“Hey there, kiddo,” Patton says one unremarkable morning, knocking gently on Roman’s door. The emptiness down the hall screams bloody murder, all consuming to each of Patton’s senses. Maybe this is why Patton is too disoriented to realize that, for once, Roman isn’t the source of the noise. Maybe this is why Roman cautiously eases the door open, one hand resting on the hilt of his blade, only to be met with the concerned face of the moral side.

“What’s up, Patton?” Roman replies, widening the door like screaming jaws as he lets his hand relax a bit from the sword. Not all the way, though.

“Something just feels off, y’know?” Patton struggles to put into words his feelings, his subconscious distracted by the cries and yells and shouts. “It’s as if the last few days have been really, I don’t know, simple? I haven’t had to do as much, and it just doesn’t feel right.”

“Can’t say I understand,” Roman apologizes. “Now if you’ll excuse me, there is a dragon witch I really must be off to see. If you could be so kind?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” Patton nods, backing out of the room as Roman draws his sword. Maybe the door closes too quickly for Roman to notice the strained look in Patton’s eyes, or the way he can’t quite seem to stop tugging his ear, like too much sound is being absorbed at once. Maybe the finality of Roman’s door slamming shut is what steers Patton away from what could have saved the absence.

At Logan’s room across the hall, Patton doesn’t bother with knocking on the door that’s already ajar, instead walking straight through the impossibly clean room to the hunched figure in the chair. It jerks awake as Patton taps it lightly on the shoulder, revealing Logan huddled under a mass of blankets, his eyes swollen pits of red and grey from inadequate sleep. The same blanket is bunched around the base of his chair as when Patton put it there two nights ago.

“What is it, Patton?” Logan demands, his eye twitching gently. Maybe it’s from overworking himself. Maybe he hears the cries, too. “I have very important work to be doing here, as you should very well know.”

“Well, yes,” Patton admits, “but you look as if the only work you’ve been doing is catching up on the sleep you never get. I had something else to bring up with you, but, um,” he glances over at Logan’s pristine bed, looking as impeccable as if it had never been slept in before. Patton has a sneaking suspicion this might be the case, but maybe he’s just a little tired, too.

“I have absolutely no requirement for such frivolous endeavours as sleep,” Logan scowls, disgust lacing every word. “You most of all should know that we hardly require any of that human nonsense, from sleep to hydration to food. With all of your silly baking festivities, I would expect you to have figured that out already.” Patton bites his lip before he can make some sort of joke out of the situation, knowing quite well that this isn’t the time. Maybe there’s never really a time to make a joke with any of them. Maybe the yells are in his head, and he just needs to let them pass over, like an angry storm cloud.

In his own room, Patton takes a few deep breaths, desperate to let the warm lights in his room soak through his skin, make the noises go away. Why should he be desperate, anyway? He’s had so much extra time, he got to see everyone in the mindscape today! Roman, and Logan, and—and—and—and—

The lights suddenly get brighter, too bright, as the yells crescendo, turning into shouts into screams then back into cries into sobs into whimpers into silence. Patton rubs his temples gently. Maybe he’s just overworked. Maybe he’s just exaggerating the problem. Lots of people hear things that aren’t there. You’re not a person, Patton. Patton knows this. He knows that he’s not human, that there’s no reason for baking or sleeping or drinking, but it’s all in good fun. All for enjoyment. The yelling is not enjoyment. He did not ask for the yelling. In fact, he would much prefer to have the yelling silence itself. Maybe he’ll go take care of it himself.

It’s impossibly cold out here

Way up on the highest tier

Why haven’t they come?

It’s all so numb

Why can you not recall the year?

“Now where is that blasted dragon witch?” Roman mutters to himself, stalking silently through the cattail reeds, sword drawn. Itching for something, anything, to fight, Roman lashes out at a blade of grass in front of him. Before he can mow it down, the noise returns. Quite obnoxious, to be frank, but indelible nonetheless. It skewers through his skull, screaming as his sword swings, stopping it short to smack the grass blade and allowing the green spike to swipe back at him, scratching the side of his face. Louder, louder, the noise mumbles and moans and mourns and Roman must move on, make more progress meeting his maker in the scaled madam making her monstrosities as Roman remains in the reeds. The noise gets louder. Roman chops through the sea of grass. The screams cut across his clothes, criss-crossing so crassly the prince can almost catch the cutlass in his hand.

Somewhere ahead, a dragon roars, undercut by a woman’s scream. Not a damsel in distress. This damsel is the distress. Damn. Roman throws his arms over his head, squeezes his biceps, anything to make that screaming shut up. Not enough. He backs carefully out of his room, head pounding, sword thrown haphazardly in its scabbard, and the whole package is tossed into the reeds. That’s a problem for later. Roman’s head pounds harder, hurting, hurts oh God help him he heaves with his hands on his knees hearing every helpless howl hammering through his head help him please help.

In the lounge, the furthest room possible from the yelling screaming cursing crying, Roman collapses upon a couch. Something under his back, sharp and prodding, makes him sit up. A pair of bulky headphones. Now where on earth could these have come from? Regardless of the reason, Roman slips them over his ears, expecting some sort of punk song to carry him away, tuning out the cries for help.

Why though? Why does he expect a punk song to come on? He doesn’t even know where these headphones came from, any more than he can explain away the screaming that grows ever louder. Why is it so. Loud?

“Oh thank gosh Roman you’re out here,” Patton sighs in relief, stumbling into the lounge area with one fist curled against his head. Worry lines etch themselves into his face, deeper than if they’d been there for years. Replacing something else that was there for years. Or never there. “Why are you just sitting down? I’d expect you to at least be doing something exciting.”

“I am, I’m listening to the—the head—the headphones—the headphones.” Roman’s voice trips over itself, warping and warbling, where were the headphones why wasn’t he holding the headphones was he ever holding the headphones why weren’t they there when were they there?

“Okay buddy, whatever you say,” Patton smiles, not seeming to notice the little… we’ll call it a glitch… in Roman’s system. “Want some cookies?”

“Don’t you do anything else besides bake?” Roman sneers. Something pushes at his mind, the yelling, thoughts, something, but it screams and cries to stop, not to get going on an argument he wants no part in. The yelling is louder. “Last I checked, we all had real duties to perform to help Thomas, and making cookies at the drop of a hat isn’t exactly a useful skill to a living person with real thoughts and feelings.” Roman gives Patton a once-over, suddenly standing—when did he stand up he was supposed to be sitting down—and continues, ignoring the hurt welling up in his companion’s eyes. “Oops, I guess that would imply that you, feelings, are real. My bad.” Stop it Roman stop hurting him stop it!

“Right. I’ll just, um, I’m just gonna be over, y’know, somewhere that isn’t, uh, isn’t in here.” Patton rushes out, both hands pressed against his face now. Roman sags a bit, sitting standing sitting standing kneeling sitting standing sitting standing sitting sitting sitting sit still. Bounce bounce bounce back and forth between being everywhere and being nowhere and being everything in between. The screaming increases. Help.

It’s probably been but a day

You were always just in the way

They don’t know it’s you

Your screams coming through

Forgotten, you may as well stay

“Honestly, how am I expected to get important work done for Thomas when I’m plagued by that infernal sound?” Logan mutters, whipping the blanket off of his back. Who does Patton think he is, intruding on Logan’s privacy like that without asking? The blanket is still in the way, rumpled in a heap over his feet, so Logan does the most logical thing he can think of—kicking it across the room, getting progressively more pissed each time it doesn’t cooperate by breaking the laws of physics. Is that really so much to ask?

The blanket finally beaten into submission, Logan makes for the commons, a permanent grimace set upon his face as the yelling recedes behind him. Expecting a calm scene in which he can bask in silence, Logan is sorely disappointed by what greets him in the lounge; Patton staring at a wall, motionless, and Roman sitting standing sitting standing not holding still. How displeasing.

“Have you two seriously lost your grip so easily?” Logan demands, freezing Roman in place and getting Patton to snap his head over. “Regardless of why this sound is occurring, we all need to work together to resolve it.”

“All?” Roman asks. Patton echoes him, softer and more unsure.

“Yes. All.”

“But we aren’t all here.”

“I can’t say I understand what you mean. You, me, and Patton. All.”

“But that’s not, I mean, it isn’t like we just—”

“Roman, I have never known you to fumble for words so largely as this,” Logan scolds. “All. Three of us. That is all. Now, if you’re done with whatever your situation is, we really need to get back to the task at hand—getting rid of that sound.” Roman casts his eyes down, face burning, but he’s finally sitting down, and staying that way. The cries get louder.

“Patton, care to share your input?” Patton mutters something about the days being easier, the same spiel he fed Logan not long before. “Not that. Something useful would be nice.” Patton quiets, biting his lip. A tinge of something, regret perhaps, floods through Logan for a split second, but just as quickly, it vanishes.

“Okay. Alright. What’s missing?” Logan tries. His glasses slip down his nose. He does not adjust them.

“It’s really loud,” Roman offers, “so it must have been important.”

“Then why can’t I remember it?” Patton hisses, gripping his forehead tightly. His fingers go white. Louder.

“Maybe it was just annoying, and this is its lingering irritation,” Logan says.

“It’s down at the end of the hall with our rooms,” Patton begins, flinching at nearly every word. Too loud. Make it stop. “Maybe we could investigate down there?”

“I second it,” Roman replies. “It’s as good a place to start as any.” As one, not dissimilar to a hive mind, the trio rises—when did Logan sit down?—and move toward the screeching. Ice cold laces through their blood, frozen fingers creeping down their backs as their ears seem to split. If you asked them later, none of the three could tell you whether their feet walked them down the hall, or the room pulled itself closer, using their agony as a grappling point. Louder. Deafening. One way or another, they arrive at the screaming door, vibrating from the noises coursing through it, all amplified by the door itself. The bravest of the bunch, Roman, cowers in fear. He’s not about to touch that monstrosity. The brain of the bunch, Logan, knows in his mind that the door can’t really hurt him. He does not reach for the handle. Patton. Patton stretches a hand, fingers trembling as the sound leaps across the axons and the dendrites to his nails and skitters through his bones, weaving between muscles and fat to fill him up until he’s gasping, choking, overflowing. Patton opens his mouth to let it escape, and the screeching heightens. Louder. Louder. LOUDER.

Screaming and crying and shouting and moaning all at once, Patton wrestles the door handle down and presses forward, first with the handle, then his other hand, and his shoulder and his foot and Logan and Roman join in, pounding the door that refuses to give way to their attacks on it.

The handle shatters in Patton’s hand.

The screaming stops.

A soft sigh takes its place.

Then silence.

They’re actually trying to look

All because your voice is a hook

Here you remain

Your ears unstained

Maybe now you should close the book

Patton glances at the shards of metal in his hand, then back to Logan and Roman. He’s so stunned, he almost can’t feel the edges digging into his skin, feel the tiny red pearls beading at the surface. He holds them tighter, trying desperately to hold onto what the three all realized before it can vanish again.

Virgil.

We forgot Virgil.

“Patton, your hand,” Roman murmurs, looking at the offending body part that refuses to let go of the handle, refuses to let go of what he can’t believe he forgot. Maybe he doesn’t deserve to remember.

“We need to get that wrapped up,” Logan adds. He takes Patton gently by his free hand, pulling him down the hall toward the commons, where they keep a few first aid kits, just in case.

We forgot Virgil.

Suddenly, Patton is in the commons, barely wincing as Logan carefully wraps bandages around his hand, Roman extracting the shards of metal as he goes. Maybe each stab is a fraction of what Virgil felt.

We forgot Virgil.

Maybe Virgil forgot them.

Patton looks on blankly as Logan finishes, gently tightening the wrapping and tying it off. “We need to help him,” he mumbles. Logan waves it off, checking the floor for any lost metal pieces. “We need to help him.”

“We need to figure out why he’s gone first,” Logan retorts. “We don’t know why he left, and we don’t want to make it worse. At least it’s finally quiet.”

We forgot Virgil.

“Yeah, remember how we left it last?” Roman cuts in. Patton shakes his head.

“It all kind of went foggy right up until that screaming.” Virgil’s screaming.

“There was an argument,” Logan begins.

“Thomas was having a social problem,” Patton continues.

“He was worrying,” Roman fills in.

“We told him off.”

“He went silent.”

“Didn’t even fight back.”

“Sank out.”

“No sarcasm.”

We forgot Virgil.

“We need to help him.”

“We still only have the vaguest of reasons for his disappearance,” Logan says. “We cannot afford to make it any worse, if this is the least we’ve seen of what is involved with a missing Virgil.” A missing Virgil. A thing to be fixed. Not a friend to be found.

“Maybe the room will tell us,” Patton whispers. Grasping at straws. Anything.

We forgot Virgil.

“Right, the room that shattered the thing you need to get inside of it. Brilliant, Patton, truly a work of genius,” Roman sneers, bouncing between sitting and standing again.

“Not the time for attitude,” Logan reprimands. “It’s the only idea we have to go off of, so we may as well, given the lack of success shown by ignoring the noise.”

“Not noise. Virgil.” Patton sniffles.

We forgot Virgil.

Patton is the first to rise and head for the door with no handle, now a deafening silence in contrast to the aching screams of earlier. Logan follows, all efficiency and strategy, despite the fact that no one is really sure what to do next.

“Even if we find out why he’s missing, that won’t bring him back,” Roman complains. “Besides, do we really need the Edgelord back?” Patton clenches his undamaged fist in an effort not to do something he’ll regret later.

Through gritted teeth, he spits, “of course we need him back. He’s one of us.”

With no small amount of discomfort in the air, the trio makes their way to the silent door, each peering down and squishing in to try to see through the hole left by the door handle.

Only gaping space beyond.

You know, it’s really not so bad like this

They claim to regret, yet remain remiss

You like being alone

This could be a home

This is how you leave, vanished like a wisp

“Move aside,” Roman orders, stepping back with his sword drawn. Patton and Logan leap out of the way of the door as Roman charges. He raises his sword, giving a battle cry, and barrels forward.

The door opens.

Roman’s momentum carries him through, swinging his sword regardless as the door slams shut behind him. Patton and Logan remain outside.

His sword goes flying into an endless abyss of stars and blackness. The red sash across his white attire tightens, constricting and squeezing like a viper before completely tearing off at the shoulder. Now a limp ribbon, it follows the sword into nothingness.

“What’s going on?” Roman attempts, but his voice is too hoarse, too small, lost in everything and nothing. The world around him seems to expand by the second, nothingness multiplying by nothingness exponentially. Silent.

Where is Virgil?

Sound.

Behind him.

Roman turns to where the door is—was. Gone. Above it, a strip of nothingness with no stars in it. A silhouette against the shining lights. Roman blinks, shakes his head, blinks again, and he’s suddenly beside the silhouette, looking out at an endless expanse of space. He turns his head.

Virgil.

Before Roman can open his mouth, offer an explanation, ask for a reason, Virgil punches him in the face.

Hard.

Roman goes down.

Hard.

Virgil disappears, and the world splinters.

And shatters.

“Just shut up! Thomas doesn’t need you dragging him down like this!”

“I hate to say it, kiddo, but Roman’s right. You really don’t need to be so… much.”

“Indeed, your excessive overtime is dragging all of us down with you. Don’t you suppose you might feel better if you were to, perhaps, lay low? Stay quiet?”

They’re always demanding your silence

They never consider emotions violence

Their words will bite

Don’t put up a fight

Just seclude yourself on your islands

“Too good to talk back? Come on Virgil, where’s that dry wit? Hit me with it! Hit me!”

“Roman, don’t taunt him. We don’t want him to get worse.”

“It may not be in our best interest to discuss this in front of him.”

You think your words aren’t ringing

Hatred in their bite stinging

But please have no fear

I’ll soon not be here

Not even a bell left dinging

“I wish he’d just leave, we’d all be better off and he knows it.”

“Now Roman—”

“I don’t think you should—”

“I hate him.”

Roman blinks again, finally remembering.

Why did he say that? It was a moment of weakness and stupidity, and he wants nothing more than to take it back. A little hard to do, given that Virgil is nowhere to be seen. Just space. The vast sky. And Roman. Alone. No sword. No sash. No purpose. What did you do?

“I just want to know one thing,” a voice whispers, coming from every direction at once. Impossibly quiet, to the point that Roman has to strain to hear it. “Why did you say it?” The drawling, apathetic tone, in a voice otherwise identical to his own, it has to be Virgil.

“I didn’t mean it, it was just the heat of the moment, I swear—” Roman babbles.

“I didn’t ask for excuses. I asked for a reason.”

“I don’t have one! Because I’m stupid, okay? That’s why.”

“Unfortunate.”

Roman waits with bated breath for the voice to come back, even just to yell at him some more, anything but being alone in this room.

Silence.

Alone.

Please come back.

Waiting.

“I just wanted to see the stars.” Roman glances to the right—the voice actually had a concentrated source this time. “You all forgot me, but no one forgets the stars.” A constellation takes shape in the distance, a vague silhouette of Virgil, unless Roman is just kidding himself. “No one forgets you.”

Before he can respond, Roman watches the world fall apart again, depositing him on the ground in an endless white space. He can’t tell where the walls end and the ceiling begins. The only thing standing out in this room, besides himself, is the black lacquer door. Stabbed through its center is his sword, his red sash twined around it.

The voice doesn’t come back.

Roman yanks the sword from the door with little resistance, fixing the sash over his shoulder. The door swings open. Patton and Logan are gone. He heads for the common area. Logan’s nose is buried in a book, while Patton stands at the counter icing cookies.

“Patton? Where’s, uh, where are your bandages?” Roman asks, looking at the hand that appears perfectly healed.

“Weird joke, Roman. Is that the kind of humor that’s hip with the kids these days?” Patton twirls an icing bag in the air. “I can be hip.”

“Logan, have you seen Virgil?” Roman asks as he moves out of the kitchen, leaving Patton to his cookies.

“Seen whom?” Logan doesn’t look up from his reading.

“Virgil! Anxiety? Hot Topic? Edgelord? J-Delightful?” Logan lifts an eyebrow and peers at Roman over his book.

“I will admit to not often utilizing humor, but even I know that this is not it.”

Roman leans against the back of the couch, suddenly unsteady as his mind is hit with too many thoughts at once. The most important one, the only one that truly matters, pierces his skull like so many unheard screams and cries.

They forgot Virgil.

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alicedoessurveys · 6 years

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80 Questions

1. What was your favorite sweet as a child? never really been a fan of sweets, I was more into chocolate

2. Do you like to wear socks to bed? occasionally, if im very cold

3. Do you own a lunch box? a couple yes, I bought myself some just before christmas when I was in a show so I could take dinner to the theatre

4. How many coats do you own? two

5. How many times a day do you brush your teeth? twice

6. Do you keep spare change? I do have a piggy bank that I empty small change into because I hate when it bulks up my purse. the only change I keep in my purse in £1, £2, 50p, 20p and 10p coins

7. When was the last party you went to? after show party for the most recent show I helped out with last month

8. Do you cook? sometimes yep, when I feel like it. I have to be in the right mood to cook a full on meal but I cook myself small lunches most days

9. Are you cold at this very moment? im just right at the moment

10. Do you know anyone in jail? nope

11. Have you ever dressed up? like in a costume? yeah quite a few times, especially since I joined the theatre.

12. What color pen do you prefer, blue or black? blue

13. Are you afraid of snakes? not afraid of them no but they make my skin crawl and id rather not be around one

14. Do you like scented candles? depends on the scent but mostly yes I love candles

15. Does your house have a white picket fence? nope

16. Do you watch the evening news? very rarely. I only tend to watch it when somethings happened like if theres been an attack or if someone well known has died

17. Whats your favorite berry? is a cherry classed a berry?

18. Do you like to watch people? yes

19. Do you prefer to have a shower in the morning or at night? morning, I can never be bothered to blow dry my hair if I shower at night

20. Can you relate emotionally to some songs? yes

21. Who do you tell everything to? there is no one I tell everything to. but I tell my mom most things

22. Where is your mobile phone currently located? on the coffee table in front of me

23. Are you emotional? very

24. What was the last thing you said aloud? ‘no thank you im alright’ - im sat in the bar area at the theatre waiting or rehearsals and the guy who works behind the bar offered me some popcorn

25. Did you have candles on your birthday cake? yes

26. How old are you? 22

27. Have you ever been bitten by anything? yes, my nans ferret bit and latched onto my nose when I was asleep on nans sofa when I was like 7 years old

28. What DVD is currently in your DVD player? Harry Potter and the deathly hallows part 2

29. Do you have curtains or blinds on your windows? blinds

30. Do you have a habit of talking fast? yes, especially if im excited or nervous

31. Do you appreciate what you have? Im trying to be more appreciative

32. Is it dark outside? not really, it got super dark like half an hour ago when it rained but its okay again now

33. Are you responsible? I try to be

34. Do you think you could take care of another person? I do quite often

35. Ever had a pregnancy scare? nope

36. Do you have scars you don’t like to talk about? not that I dont talk about nope

37. Ever want to take things you’ve said back? yes

38. Do you smoke? No

39. Do you partake in gaming? I play sims and I play some ps3 games

40. Did your mother sing you a lullaby as a child? I dont remember

41. Ever get mad at something that happened years ago? yes

42. What’s the kind of soda you drink most often? cherry coke

43. Have you ever swallowed a piece of ice whole? no, I dont tend to have ice

44. Who do you text the most? probably nick or rhys

45. Do your legs get really itchy after shaving them? every time

46. Were you ever forced to read The Scarlet Letter in school? nope

47. Have you ever been called beautiful? Yes

48. Do you plan on sleeping in tomorrow? I hope too

49. Are you afraid of getting cheated on? a bit, but I dont really think about it because im not even in a relationship

50. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? yes all my jeans are skinny jeans

51. How are you feeling RIGHT now? tired

52. What (or who) would you really like to hold right now? no one really

53. And what would you like to let go of? overly dramatic people who dont care about me as much as I care about them

54. Sunrise or sunset: which did you see last? sunset

55. Did you ever collect any type of cards? (Baseball cards, etc.) when I was in school I collected yu-gi-oh cards but I only because so many of my friends did. I didn't actually understand them or what there purpose was :’)

56. Do you have any stickers or anything on your laptop? I have a sticker on my laptop that covers the whole back

57. When was the last time you got a haircut? last July

58. Where did you go to college? Or, where do/did you want to go? I went to 3 colleges, I went to Stratford upon Avon college for 2 years then I went to Warwickshire college for half a year and solihull college for a year

59. Can you lucid dream? nope

60. Have you learned to love your body yet? No

61. What was the last sport you watched on TV? the Winter Olympics

62. When did you last get a sunburn and where was it? I dont remember, I rarely catch the sun

63. If you could drop any subject right now in school, it would be…? im not in school anymore

64. Can people usually tell if you’re sad? people who know me well can normally tell

65. Finish the sentence: I can eat a whole bag of… chocolate m&ms

66. Would you rather have curvy legs or skinny legs? skinny

67. How much fruit do you eat on a given day? most days none

68. When someone takes your picture, do you smile with mouth open or closed? open

69. Do you look presentable right now? I hope so, since I am not at home

70. Have you ever had your ass grabbed? Yes while I was at a music festival and it was not okay

71. Do you post things on Facebook that are personal? I barely post on facebook anymore

72. Do you ever listen to music that’s in a different language? yes. I used to be a Zumba instructor so I have a whole playlist of music I used to dance to that is majority foreign

73. Is your bed made currently? half made

74. Do you feel safe riding in taxis by yourself? I barely use taxis, but when I do I use uber and that feels safe

75. Are you craving food/snacks of sort currently? Yeah.

76. Are you very interested in History? not like super interested, but I do like learning about it. especially about British kings and queens

77. Play any instruments? ukulele and a tiny bit piano

78. Have you ever painted the walls of your room? Yes

79. When was the last time you tied your hair up? (if your hair is long enough) last night so I could wash my face

80. Ever wanted to learn a foreign language? Yes. I started learning Italian but kinda gave up and dont remember much of it now

#survey #long

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foreverhakyeon-blog · 6 years

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Wake Up

pairing : Hakyeon x Taekwoon | Neo

word : 2460

Oneshot of bestfriends Hakyeon and Taekwoon, whereby Hakyeon got into accident and in coma.

"Hakyeon, wake up" Taekwoon whisper as he shakes Hakyeon faintly. "Please"

"How am I going to live without you" his eyes starts to water, "I can't"

Hakyeon was still lying helplessly on the hospital bed.

******

Taekwoon's POV

Im not mute. I can talk if I want to. I talk if I need to.

It's just that, I refused to do so. I chose to observed instead of talking. It's comfortable being like this, observing the others.

But that's not what the other thinks.

'Taekwoon is a freak'

'Look at how he look at us, is he planning something'

'I've never heard his voice'

'Taekwoon is weird.'

I'm used to hear things like that. There are times when they act like they were whispering but it was loud enough for me to hear what they said about me. I hear it all. Sometimes they just say it in my face. I don't really care though. Let they say what they want. People are free to say what they want to say anyways.

After a while, people start to take advantage on me.

'Taekwoon will lift that heavy thing'

'Taekwoon will clean the classroom'

'Taekwoon will never say no, he don't talk anyway'

'let Taekwoon do it'

I just nodded and do what they ask me to do. It's not hard anyways. It felt helping them. I don't mind.

But after that,

They started to do more.

Sometimes they beat me without a reason.

'he won't say anything'

'Taekwoon can be punchbag for the day. He'll never report it to anyone'

'because he don't talk'

******

"Stop it. Why are you doing this to him?!" I heard someone yelled from a far. I saw he ran to us ; me and the three boys. Jay, minki and Junho. They used to be my friends. Well, I thought they are. Until one day they suddenly starts to beat me without a reason.

"are you okay?" the boy asked me in concern. I have never saw him face before.

"oh. new kid. seems like you wanted to get beat to. you need some teaching" Jay said, his fist are ready to punch the boy.

"Try if you have the gut." The boy said bravely. He is a lot smaller than the three boys, can he fight them?

Jay started to launch a punch to the boy but he was fast enough to dodge it. Seconds after that the guard came. The three boys run away. The boy then report to the guard "They bullied my friend!" Since when I became his friend? The guard nodded his head as he look at me with pity. "Bring him to the nurse's office" The guard said before continue chasing the three boys.

"Hey, are you okay?" The boy ask me again. He help me stand up. I nodded.

"What is your name?" He looks at me. I showed him my name tag. "Ohh~ Jung Taekwoon" he smiled.

Hakyeon extended his hand, "I'm Cha Hakyeon"

******

"Taekie you're back!!" Hakyeon cheered happily as I walk in the house. After that day, Hakyeon and I had become really close. We even went to the same university. Hakyeon had always been there for me. He protects me with all he have. He is cheerful and fun to be with, but sometimes I wish he can control his anger.

It's not that he ever beat me when he is mad or something. Hakyeon will never hurt me. He rarely gets mad at me. But he tend to hurt those who hurt me.

If only I didn't bumped into Kangin on the way home today, it will not turn out this way. "Taek?" Hakyeon called me as he noticed that I was avoiding him.

I covered my face with mask and wear my favorite black hoodie. "I'm tired." I said, hoping that he will understand and leave me alone.

"Something is wrong with you" I heard Hakyeon muttered. We have been for so long that he can notice even a slight changes of me.

"Wait!" He hold my wrist, preventing me from running away. He forced me to face him. He reach my mask and in a second the mask are off my face. Hakyeon observed my face.

His face slowly turned red, boiling with anger. "Who did this?" He touch my purple cheek. Obviously someone has hurt his bestfriend and Hakyeon wouldn't let that person go.

I flinched. This is not what I want. Last time someone had accidentally punch me at the stomach, Hakyeon punched him back and the boy had to stay in hospital for three days.

"Tell me who. I'll kill him with my own hands" Hakyeon said again. He punch the wall angrily.

"I promised to take care of you didn't I? I'll protect you. Tell me who! I'll search for him. I'll kill him for you. who the fuck-"

He punch the wall again

"hurt-"

again

"you"

and again

"I'll kill-"

Hakyeon hand starts to bleeds

"him"

I reach him, locking his hand in my grip and hug him to cool him down. "It's okay. It's okay. Calm down." I whispered and patted his back. "I'm okay. I'm okay"

******

"Taek, what are you going to do if I'm not around anymore? Who's going to protect you?" Hakyeon asked one day when we were watching his favorite drama.

I stop crunching the food in my mouth and look at him. Hakyeon is strange like this. Sometimes he would ask weird questions all of sudden. "Are you going anywhere? or you have incurable illness? are you dying?" I asked him back. I had never dream a life without him.

"No. What? are you happy if I have that kind of illness? What kind of friend are you?!!" He punch me playfully "answer me"

"I think I'll live peacefully. I can protect myself. plus, I don' have to cook for you too hahahha" I laugh as I said it. Hakyeon pouted. "I hate you. seriously" He stand up and walk to his room.

"yah! are you sulking? I'm kidding" I laugh. He is so sensitive nowadays.

******

Hakyeon started to play his ukulele

When I'm gone, when I'm gone You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You're gonna miss me by my hair You're gonna miss me everywhere, oh You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

When I'm gone, when I'm gone You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You're gonna miss me by my walk You're gonna miss me by my talk, oh You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

"No I'm not" I said playfully. He sang louder and almost shout at me

When I'm gone, when I'm gone You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You're gonna miss me by my hair You're gonna miss me everywhere, oh You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

When I'm gone, when I'm gone You're gonna miss me when I'm gone You're gonna miss me by my walk You're gonna miss me by my talk, oh You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

******

'When are you coming back?' I messaged Hakyeon. It's been six days since he goes back to his hometown, Changwon. I admit that I felt a little bored alone at the house. Usually I would go back to my hometown too but my parents are on vacation so there's no one at home.

After five minutes I heard my phone rang, I pick it up

"You miss me don't you? I knew it you can't live without me" I heard Hakyeon loud voice on the other side of the phone. He is cheerful like always.

"no, I'm not. I'm just bored"

"You are so egoistic Jung Taekwoon. But whatever I took that as you miss me" He stated.

Seriously. Why did I pick up his call?

He is soooo full of himself.

"I'm hanging up" I warned him

"Jeez. I'm going back tomorrow. Happy?"

******

I ran into the hospital as soon as I reach there. "Taek hyung, wait for me" I heard Hongbin shouted from the back, but I can't. I have to hurry. I head to the counter "Yes, can I help you?" the nurse asked me.

"I..I..I" I keep stuttering as I can't form any word to say. My face was bloodless. This can't be happening. Tell me this isn't happening.

"We're looking for a patient name Cha Hakyeon" Hongbin panting, he said and catching his breath. "Okay, give me a sec"

******

We headed to the room the nurse had told us. Hakyeon lying unconscious on the bed. His face was pale. There's scratches all over on his face and his body. His leg broke and being supported. His head were bandaged.

"Ha-Hakyeon" I rush to his bed. "Ha-Hakyeon, wake up" I shake his left hand softly. My tears fall down like razor blades. "Wake up" I said again, crying.

Hongbin touch my shoulder from the back, he was crying too.

******

I told him to go back the next day, because it was raining so bad that day. But he said he promised his friend to come back early. I still remembered he smiled, saying he can't break his promises. He is so stubborn. If only he listens to me....

I recall what Hakyeon's sister told me.

Stupid.

You still broke your promise.

You said you're going back.

It's been a week.

Stupid.

Fool.

You said you're going back.

Liar.

You're a liar Hakyeon.

******

It's been two weeks since Hakyeon's accident. The doctor said that he was healing but he still haven't open his eyes. The doctor said everything is okay. but he isn't waking up.

I visited Hakyeon every single day. I even take turn with his family staying overnight at the hospital, taking care of Hakyeon. Sometimes I would bring flowers. Sometimes I bring book to read it to him. Sometimes I even talk to him, I tell him stories even though I know he'll not react to what I say. But somehow, deep in my heart I know he can hear it.

or maybe I hope so.

"You're a good friend Taekwoon" Hakyeon's sister patted me on the shoulder one day, she hand me an apple."At least eat something. When was the last time you eat?"

I take the apple and smile at her. I couldn't even remember when was it. I look at Hakyeon again. I look at the wire that being painfully connected to his body.

I suddenly remembered Hakyeon cheerful voice when I come back after having a rough bad day. 'Taekwoon are you okay? Let's do something you like! Remember that movie you liked so much? Let's watch it again! Taekwoon I bought your favorite meat. Let's eat it!!

"Hakyeon is a good friend" I replied after a while.

Hakyeon always love watching drama. I remembered that one day he forced me to watch his favorite drama with him. I end up accompany him watching the dramas almost all the time.

"Hakyeon, guess what?" I said as I took a sit beside his bed.

He didn't reply, but back then he would always asked me back, "what?" excitedly. I miss his excited face that would glitter as he want to know what I'm going to say.

I open my laptop, "I downloaded your favorite drama. Remember that drama called cheer up? You love it so much right? We haven't finish the drama yet you know?"

I open a folder named 'Cheer up' and click 'play' on episode 8. "Let's watch it"

After two hours of watching the drama I get tired. I look at Hakyeon that was still lying peacefully. "Hakyeon, why are you still sleeping? Wake up."

"You said you'll protect me. How are you going to protect me if you're lying like this" my eyes starts to water again. I did not bother to wipe my tears. I hold Hakyeon's weak hand and squeezed it lightly, "I miss you"

Suddenly I remembered all Hakyeon's words. My memories with him being played again like a flashback. I remember the first time we met. Our graduation day. The day when we both got into the same university. The day when we first time drank liquor and get drunk together. The day when we begged our parents to let us rent an apartment near the university. The day when we went to Jeju Island for vacation. Everything being played back.

'Hi, I'm Cha Hakyeon'

'I promised to take care of you didn't I? I'll protect you'

'you're my bestfriend Taekwoonie'

'You miss me don't you? I knew it you can't live without me'

'You are so egoistic Jung Taekwoon'

'I'm going back tomorrow'

******

Hakyeon's POV

It hurts. My body hurts.

I look around. It was dark. I was left alone in the dark.

Where am I?

Am I dead?

'Hakyeon, why are you still sleeping? Wake up.'

'You said you'll protect me. How are you going to protect me if you're lying like this'

'I miss you'

Taekwoon?

Is that you?

Why...

Where are you?

I look around, searching for Taekwoon.

Suddenly I saw a light beam in front of me. I ran and ran, chasing the light

"Taek!! Is that you?" I scream wholeheartedly.

"Taekwoon!!" I yelled. The light slowly fading. I felt my body slowly started to weaken.

I close my eyes.

I'm scared.

Taek help me.

I open my eyes when I felt my hand being squeezed.

It's so bright that it hurts my eyes.

I look around to the unfamiliar place.

Where am I?

I try to move my hands and legs.

I thought I was, I thought I could move them.

I couldn't.

I desperately try to move my toes, but it felt like there was nothing there.

What happened? I started to panic. I tried again, slowly and steadily, I gained some control over my fingers. I could move my thumb. I sighs in relief.

I then notice someone crying while holding my hand. I squeeze his hand, and suddenly he look up.

He look at me in disbelief.

I wanted to ask what happened but I'm too weak, my voice won't go out.

Taekwoon. Taekwoon.

He look at me and cried. He cried and cried. "Hakyeon" He said

I nodded. I look at him warmly. I observe Taekwoon that look like a mess. His hair was all over and his face are swollen.

"You're back. I thought I lost you. I thought you left me!" He cried again.

"You promised to protect me but you didn't wake up. I'm afraid. I thought I lost you" He cried so bad.

"It was so hard for me. I miss you so much I felt like dying"

Seconds after, the doctor rush in, checking me all over.

After a while the doctor smiled, looking at me, "Welcome back"

I turn my head, looking Taekwoon. He was still crying.

I smiled at Taekwoon. “Taekwoon-ah”

"W-Welcome back Cha Hakyeon"

#vixx #vixxN #chahakyeon #jungtaekwoon #vixxleo #leo #N #LeoN #vixxfic #vixx one shot

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jylanisotp · 7 years

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(A/uuuu) (a/n: i know this isn't realistic sooo it's a fanfic it's not real is made up don't @ meee) jackson and dylan had went to a party the night before and dylan gets drunk and falls asleep right away jackson a little drunk but not as bad as dyaln cuddles with his boyfriend and finds sleep himself, the two boys sleep until jackson wakes up the next morning wanting his boyfriend to wake up and spend time with him before he has to leave to go back home. (p.o.v: point of view) (a/n: authors note) the strong love quotes in the paragraph dyaln tells jackson (you’ll see while you read) isn’t credit to me i just knew them 💛

jacksons p.o.v

i wake up to the sound of my ringer and quickly turn it off knowing dylan has to be on the plane in a few hours and that he would need the sleep turning to see the cute boy in glad to finally call mine sound sleep next to me i wrap my arms around him snuggling myself into the space between his neck and shoulder and start peppering kisses there i really want to wake him but i know he’s sleepy he did party a lot last night i grab my phone and post a picture on snapchat with the caption “my baby is so cute 😛😻” knowing when he sees it he’s gonna say how he isn’t and i’ll argue back that he is i don’t care i can’t help it he really is the most beautiful boy i’ve ever laid my eyes on i’ve decided to wake my boy up to a treat and make him some breakfast he’s gonna have a hang over by the time he wakes up so i’ll prepare for that i quickly make him some eggs with a side of bacon and buttered toast with the pain killers and a glass of water and check the time….oh shoot he’s gonna be late for his flight it’s a 30min ride and he has to leave why does time go by so fastttt he’s probably up and getting ready i run up to my bedroom to find dylan still asleep i can’t like the laziness anymore so i grab my shoe and throw it at him and scream “WAKE UP BITCH” AUTHORS NOTE: IM KIDDING OMG THAT CAME TO MY HEAD AND MADE ME LAUGH JAKSKS ANYWAY BACK TO THE REAL STORY KAKWNWN

i go back into my room and see him sleeping being all cute so i cuddle up next to him and kiss him softly i continue the act in hope to wake him up but it doesn’t work soo start to shake him lightly “babyyy wake up” in between those kisses i say his name and for him to get up and he just mumbles inaudible words back at me “dylan you’re gonna miss your flight” he stays quiet and i turn to get more comfortable but i guess he thought i was leaving and pulls me into his chest “jackson i don’t want to go i wanna stay here with with you” he pouts lightly at me how cute “it’s alright babe we will see each other again soon, plus we can facetime as soon as you get off the plane” i say playing with his hair he holds me tighter and says “but…it’s not the same i want to hold you and kiss you i can’t do that through a screen i’m going to be completely honest with you when you kissed me before when you woke up i was awake i just pretended to sleep so i would ‘miss’ my flight and be able to stay with you…i don’t really care about the ticket i don’t care if it was expensive i wanna be with you”

i smile at my cute boyfriend “dylan i would love for you to stay a bit longer you already promised your friends that you’ll be back to help them with moving out i don’t want them to hate me” i say cupping his cheeks to kiss him “jackson i’m ignoring the headache i have to try and get you to say to just stay and it’s not working” i turn around grabbing the pain killers i had prepared and hand it to him “i all ready had that prepared” he presses his hands against his temple i guess from the hangover so i kiss his forehead and move his hands to kiss his temple (a/n: if you don’t know what temples are it’s the side of your head) he fake moans “your kisses are magical they made me feel better than the pain killers did i roll my eyes fondly before we both laugh before he says "i got it come with me” “hmm?” i say kissing him through kisses he explains “come with me back home that way i can help my friends and stay with you anyway i would be on face time with you every second so i won’t really help them out” he says smiling smugly “woah wait but-” he kisses me cutting me off “no 'buts’ i’ll pack for you and buy the ticket for you and-” this time i cut him off “it’s not the money or the packing..well i mean i hate packing but i’ll do it for you it’s more of that what if i meet your friends and family and they don’t like me? what if they hate me and make us break up what if-” he kisses me roughly “well jackson you’re so special they aren’t going to hate you and if that do i’m sorry but they have to get used to you because you’re not going anywhere”

i smile at him how did i get so lucky “fineee i’ll go” my smile getting bigger knowing i’ll be with him for longer “aw i love that smile it’s the cutest smile in the world i can’t go without seeing that in person and kissing your soft lips i’ll miss it to much..are you blushing?” i push him away “no” he pulls me back “yessss you are awww”

“i hate you get off me” i say getting out of bed “you don’t hate me jackson”

“i know i love you, lets go i made you breakfast it’s probably cold and i gotta buy the ticket…time to get out of bed” i say “wait what did you say?” my heart races as i realize i said that i love him i know it’s true but i don’t want to rush things and scare him off “i said that it’s time to get out of bed” he smirks at me “no before that” walking out the room i responded “um the breakfast” i didn’t realize he was behind me until i felt him hug me and kiss my neck “nope i heard it the first thing you said after i said you don’t hate me”

“dyaln the food-” (j) “you’re making this harder then it has to be just say it” (d) he takes my hands in his “jackson joseph krecioch trust me i feel the same way, i was scared to say it i’m going to say it back i was afraid that you didn’t feel like that yet i didn’t want to rush you into anything but now that i now how you feel it makes me so happy you mean the world and so much more to me before i met you, i never new what it knew what i was like to look at someone and smile for no reason you have no idea how fast my heart beats when i see you if i did anything right in my life it was when i gave my heart to you thinking of you keeps me awake dreaming of you keeps me asleep being with you keeps me alive you are the first and last thing on my mind each and every day you are my happy when my eyes meet yours i get this overwhelming feeling that i can’t put into words i just i want to be with you for as long as i live i love you too i love you so much more than you can imagine if i would choose between breathing and loving you i would use my last breath to say i love you i’m amazed every time i see you not only because of your looks but because of the fact that everything i ever wanted is right here in front of me i love you so much Jackson” i stood there speechless so he just hugged him “dylan i love you so much” he smiled at me “i love you more” we go to the kitchen and eat the cold breakfast and dylan hugs me “i can’t wait to show you off to everyone” rolling my eyes again “okay dylan…you do realize that that you’re meeting my family when we leave yours? i’ve gotta show you off” he kisses me “got it” we get the tickets and he helps me pack i really was blessed with such an amazing boy and i couldn’t be more thankful “jackson?” i hear cutting me out of my thoughts “yea?” i walk up to dylan “what’s this” he shows me the picture i posted of him earlier “what you looked so cute” he just laughs"i’m not but okay" i shake my head 'no’ “you’re right you’re more then cute” and we go to continue to pack :)

@srlnnn on instagram (give them a follow!) requested a continuation of this story so here it is! i’m making up dylan’s friends with random names so you can picture them now ever you like and read the name as a different one it’s up to you :)

and thanks so much for all the love and support it means so much to me i’m glad you guys enjoy the stories 💛

dylan’s p.o.v

as my boyfriend was talking aesthetic pictures for snapchat i was making sure we had everything we needed to go, he packed 3 shirts and got “tired” but i did say i was going to pack for him and i mean watching him take selfies that i’m gonna send to myself when he’s not on his phone (which is very rare) is cute i guess

“babe we have to go” i tell him and he gets up hugging me he’s so cute he’s my favorite thing in the whole world i grabbed both suitcases mine and jacksons he gives me a confused look “what why are you looking at me like that” i say laughing “i can hold my bag if you hold all that i can’t hold your hand” i hand him his bag and take his hand “i was trying to be a good boyfriend” he kisses my cheek “you’re an amazing boyfriend” airport (still dylan’s p.o.v)

waiting for our plane to arrive jackson and i were tired of walking around so we went to sit in the waiting area and i took hold of my baby’s hand i was on instagram scrolling through our fanpages because they are so cute jackson and i watched cute edits of us both until the announcement of our plane goes on

we board our place hand in hand i’m super excited to show my family and friends the boy i am lucky enough to have the boy that i’m so proud to call mine, i know he’s nervous but i don’t know why he’s such an amazing person i don’t know how anyone couldn’t like him

after the plane ride…back at dylan’s place :)

jacksons p.o.v

i guess dylan could sense how nervous i was because he held me close to him while we were walking over to see his friends, i can say meeting his family went very well i went to the bathroom and over heard them saying how i’m a nice boy which made me happy but i feel like his friends are gonna be a bit harder to get to

we arrived and i just looked at dylan remembering what he had said about being with me no matter what and how much he loves me and it just warmed my heart i knew it was gonna be okay

i was wrong…as soon as we arrived the girls there gave me dirty looks and one guy named noah (a/n: idk i’m making up friends so you picture them how you what) comes to greet us “so dyaln this is who’s been taking you away from us” everyone laughs except me i was to nervous to joke around i wanted to impress dylan but i saw how they looked at i could sense how they didn’t like me already i’m not sure if i was just being paranoid but i need this to go well for him

dylan sits on the bench and pulls me onto his lap and places his head on my shoulder the action calmed me down we all talked and it was going really well dylan kept smiling so it made me really happy that this made him happy noah gets up to go get a cup of water

he was being more affectionate then usual but i don’t mind it “i’m gonna go the bathroom i’ll be right back” dylan announced while pulling me up with him and hugging me his arms around my waist my arms around his neck hands in his hair and he kissed me we both got into the kiss before one of his friends named Michael interrupts and says “bro he’s literally going to the bathroom for like two minutes not another planet” dylan and i laugh and he pecks my lips once more before heading off i sit down and smile at his friends “so guys-” i begin “stop” Michael cuts me off “listen jackson this isn’t right” he says looking down “what is?” i ask “you and dylan look we really hate to be the ones to tell you this but you seem like a really nice guy now that noah and dylan are gone we can tell you, they had a thing and they were really into each other he’s using you to get over him but they send each other flirtatious text and hooked up behind your back i just i hate how he’s making you fall for him when he doesn’t care you deserve someone a lot more special…i’d treat you right” he winks at me this can’t be true i know dylan isn’t like that he’s different “michael shut up, i’m sorry about him now back to dylan he’s trying to make noah jealous that’s why he’s all over you..” another one of his friends named emma said, she had a disgusted look on her face “it’s fucked up and we really like the thought of dylan and noah together and we told him not to use you but he did”

i really couldn’t believe what i was hearing i trust dylan or i trusted him “why do you think dylan is taking long in the 'bathroom’ and noah is taking long to get 'water’?” that’s when my heart shattered more i just got up and started walking away trying to hold in my emotions before anyone could see “where are you going” emma yelled “home…” i said my voice cracked in the middle of it, it hurt knowing he was like the rest as i was leaving dylan grabs my hand “babe where are you going” i push him off “don’t call me that” he cups my face and kisses me i push him off again and he just looks at me confused

“what’s the matter?” he ask and i just stare at him how can he not know what he did to me “stop playing dumb dylan your friends told me everything” his face changes from confused to shocked (😳) and i just shake my head and head to the door but he pulls me back again “you don’t want that?” he says what the fuck “why would i are you serious?” he rubs my arm “i’m sorry i thought you would like the idea of us living together i was gonna throw a surprise little party for it i just thought since we are with each other all the time it would make you happy…but it’s okay i’ll just move in and we will be closer to one another i guess” he looks at my sadly “dylan what are you talking about?” i ask “what my friends told you, how i’m getting a house in L.A and a as hoping you would want to come live there with me….what that’s the only thing i was hiding from you”

dylan’s p.o.v

jackson just looks at me sadly “dylan they told me you had a thing with noah i know in a relationship we’ve gotta trust each other but it’s happened to me one to many times to try and say someone’s different i want to believe you but why would they lie? they are your best friends and they seemed so sorry for me” i can’t believe it they were telling me about jackson telling them he isn’t sure if i’m the right person for him i guess that’s why they told him they realized that i didn’t care so they tried to break him down

“jackson that’s not true i know it doesn’t make sense but noah and i did have a thing but it stopped and i’m over it i guess he isn’t and they all are trying to break us apart so that i can get with him which isn’t going to happen because i love you and only you” i take his hand and lead us both back out side i angrily stomp over to my friends they got the memo and quickly apologized “look dylan i know what we did was fucked up but we are really sorry” the girls explain “nah don’t worry about it”

jacksons p.o.v

i look at dylan shocked how can he forgive them so easily after what the- “i did something much worse” dylan says stoping my train of thought “what do you mean” michael asked “i left and left my world here and trusted you all with him…get the fuck out” i smile at my boy standing up for me they all leave and dylan and i stay in the back “i’m sorry this didn’t go well, i wanted to make up happy and impress them all” i say and dylan shakes his head “they aren’t real friends to begin with if they can’t be happy for me and my family loves you so that’s all that matters” he says and cuddles into me “i’m so lucky to have you and you always impress me” he continues “i can’t wait for you to meet my family” i say and smile he just kisses me and we sit back and relax together

ewwwwwwwwww that was so bad 🙃 i had something really good and long and it was gonna play with your emotions but it deleted 🤦🏽‍♀️ so i had to rewrite it again and realized that what would happen in that one should have its own story line, request me more because this one was so bad ☹️

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