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Should Something Happen

Pairing: Mark Hoffman x You

Summary: While working as Jigsaw Apprentices, Amanda spoils some quality bonding time between yourself and Hoffman.

Warnings: Cursing!

Might this actually be a little bit of fluff? I wanted to do something involving the main Jigsaw crew and a protective Hoffman. 👀

Perhaps the only aspect of being an apprentice Mark enjoyed was the opportunity to work alongside you. Every trap crafted, every game played and every eventual death led Mark one step closer to his freedom. A life no longer in servitude for an impulsive act of vengeance. Mark had always struggled to quell his impulsiveness. It made him good in the field, Mark had earned a fair share of promotions for his quick actions, but his greatest mistake had cost him almost a year of servitude to Jigsaw himself. Until his sentence was up, until mark could be certain both John Kramer and his helper monkey were dead, he would carry out his part in the games with minimal complaint. In the meantime, he could find a steady contentment in watching the slackened, dream-like expression on your face as you fiddled with some shards of broken glass.

“Careful,” Mark finds himself saying, “It’s not intended to spill your blood.”

You drop the shards back into the glass coffin and wander back to the workbench you’ve commandeered as a desk, “There’s so many traps,” You whine and if it were anyone else Mark would be grinding his teeth together. You flip your notebook onto a fresh page, “Who is this one for again?”

“I try not to make a habit of remembering names.” Mark answers, “Once you name something you get attached.”

You nod, “You’re right.” You pick up your pencil and hover it over the page. “Sadly I don’t have that luxury.” Mark keeps one eye on you as he cleans up his workbench, placing a set of screwdriver heads back in their assigned places. You think for a couple more minutes, your expression growing more pained till you drop the pencil again. “How can I write the tape for someone I know barely anything about?”

“Don’t ask me,” Mark says. “I’ve never been one for words.”

You give him a shrewd look, as if confirming his words. “You have special uses.” You say, jumping off your stool and heading over to a stack of boxes, freshly delivered.

“Oh yeah, like what?”

You send him a small smile, “Brawn, muscle, inside info…”

“Is that all I am?” Mark can’t help the flicker of irritation he feels, “A meathead?”

“No,” You return to him, catching on you may have offended him. “You…” A couple teeth sink into your lip, “You’re the only one whose behaving.”

Mark glances towards the open door, connecting the room to the rest of the Nerve Gas House, “Go on.”

You turn cagey, “Ever since Mexico…”

“Ah,” Mark nods, “Say no more.”

“I don’t like what I’ve been hearing.” You admit, “The aim of all this was never revenge.”

“Was it not?” Mark enjoys how your head lifts up to meet his gaze, “Was that not why you got mixed up in all this?”

You fix him with eyes of steel, “Maybe…” You admit, “But not anymore. Seems we’re cut from the same cloth, Detective.”

Mark likes how you say his title, pronouncing every syllable distinctly, “You don’t know me. Not really.”

“Maybe we should work on that?”

Something gives a leap inside Mark. Before he can answer you’re back at the delivery boxes and Amanda is thudding through the door. Her steel toe capped boots echo on the wood, little patches of dust springing up where she steps. She pauses on catching Mark stood in the centre of the room, “Admiring my work?” She asks, tilting her head.

“I thought John made this one?” You pipe up, before Mark can.

“He did.” Mark confirms, “That’s why this one has some refinement.”

“But it was my idea to add the…” Amanda’s points to the walls and then places her hands a couple inches apart. She presses them together slowly, applying pressure. The visual is enough for Mark to look away.

You busy yourself with the boxes again, “There’s nothing but syringes.” You take out one to show the two apprentices.

Mark tosses you a pair of gloves, “Put them on, they probably aren’t clean.”

You make a face and drop the syringe you’re holding, “Great. I’m going to need a check-up after this.”

“Be thankful you’re not the poor bastard diving in there.” Amanda smirks, heading over to inspect the coffin trap. “Is this one done yet?”

“Just needs a couple tests,” Mark says. “Any volunteers?”

“You first.” Amanda holds her arms up as if she’s a presenter, “Get in there, Detective.”

“What about you, babe?” Amanda slinks over to you and throws an arm around your shoulders, “The glass isn’t in yet, it’ll be like taking a good nap.”

“Stop trying to scare her.” Mark’s voice comes out with more bite than he expected.

Amanda’s eyes flash, “Why you protective all of a sudden, Hoffman?”

Mark would never confess to the bitch before him, but he’s made a mistake and Amanda knows it. “We’re not testing anything without John here.”

Amanda makes a noncommittal noise.

“If John approves it, I’ll test it.” You offer, “I trust him.” Amanda jumps back into performance mode, “Aren’t they precious?”

“If you put this on.” You gingerly remove from another box a very familiar contraption and hold it out for Amanda to see. Mark grins behind Amanda’s back. He can just picture the colour draining from her face. Amanda doesn’t move as you walk past her with the Reverse Bear Trap in hand, “Very funny.” She calls, trying to reclaim some of her bravado.

“I thought so.” You counter, placing the device on the workbench.

Amanda’s scowl only becomes more prominent the longer she stares at her old trap, “Why is that here?” “Inventory.” You supply, “Or so I’m guessing.”

“Something old can always be re-used.” John wheels himself into the room. Wheelchair bound, he surveys the glass coffin standing pride of place in the middle of the room. “Is Laura’s test finished?”

“Almost,” Mark busies himself with checking over the gears situated behind the coffin.

“Laura,” You repeat, scribbling something on your pad. “I couldn’t for the life of me remember.”

John appears amused at your choice of words, “Writer’s block?” You look up as John wheels himself over to you. The Reverse Bear Trap is sat just a few feet away, Mark doesn’t like how close you are to something so barbaric. With you showing John your tape speeches and Mark still preoccupied with the gears, Amanda sulks in the middle. She makes her way over to Mark’s toolbox and grabs a wrench, right in John’s line of sight. Mark thinks it’s pathetic behaviour, how co-dependent she’s become since Mexico. He can see that your worries were justified. She makes her way over to the trap, but Mark has left her with nothing to do.

“There’s one glaring issue I see with this entire game,” You say in a low voice. You glance over to Amanda, “Won’t they all get suspicious if every one of them has a trap but her?”

“What did you say?”

“Amanda,” John cautions as his apprentice as she wheels round on the spot.

“I just worry that something will happen.” You say, closing your notebook and leaning against the workbench. “Are you really betting on all them failing and Daniel just being the last one left alive?”

“He doesn’t have a trap either.” Amanda points out, “I’m not the only one.”

“He isn’t being tested.” John states simply, “That is why you are there, Amanda. To protect him.” He turns back to you, “Nor is Amanda being tested.”

‘I still think we should put something in there.” You hold up your hands, “I think it’s foolish to leave it to chance.”

“Not if you can predict the outcome.”

Mark has heard it all before from John Kramer. He knows your attempts are futile, so he finishes up his work on the coffin and with nothing else to do, makes his way to the door. “I’m done for the night.”

“Thank you, Mark.” John says, “The game begins tomorrow. I presume you’ll be in position?”

“On the monitors.” He nods.

He’s been excused. Mark should go home and rest up for a long day ahead tomorrow. But he can’t quite bring himself to leave. John has resumed helping you with writing out the tape for the trap, but Mark doesn’t like how Amanda won’t leave the two of you alone. Her new behaviour has made him protective. Mark would have liked you to finish up at the same time as him. Perhaps he could offer to drop you home and they could work on getting to know each other.

“You want to put me in that.”

You, John and Mark all turn to Amanda, “What?” You ask.

Amanda nods, “That.” She points to the Reverse Bear Trap, “You want that to be my test. You want me to do it again?”

John glances imperceptibly to Mark. He swallows, so John shares their concern about his favourite apprentice. “Do you know how stupid you sound?” Mark cuts in, taking up what he hopes is a casual position beside you. “Everyone knows you already escaped it. 24/7 news coverage.” You’re still leaning against the workbench as Amanda walks around it, her eyes fixed on you as if you were prey.

“It’s not a bad idea,” You taunt, “Some poetic justice”, but Amanda doesn’t find it clever.

She shoves the Reverse Bear Trap toward you, “You don’t deserve to be here.” She hisses. Mark swears he can hear a ticking sound as you brace your arms on the table, “Of all the people to win, it had to be you didn’t it?” “Fair and square.” You return and Mark finds himself wondering for the umpteenth time just what your own game was. Before Amanda, before Mark himself joined Jigsaw, you were tested and won. His eyes fall on the scar on your neck, all that remains of your own brush with death.

“Use your brain,” You counter and your face is far too close to the trap as you glare back at Amanda Young. “You’d have to wake up in it, or someone would have to put you in it. I don’t think either of those are going to work in this game.”

“How about you wake up in it, you bitch?”

Mark’s hands snake around your middle and yank you back just as the trap rips open with a loud bang. The ferocity makes both you and Amanda jump. You would have fallen off your stool if not for Mark’s chest breaking your fall. He can feel the sharp breaths you take as the Reverse Bear Trap cools down and lies dormant once more.

“Amanda, take the trap and put it in my office.” John says. His apprentice turns wide, teary eyes on him, but John’s face is expressionless. “Now.”

She obeys instantly, taking the trap and striding out of the room.

Mark slides you back onto your stool, “Thank you.” You murmur, hand jumping instinctively to your neck.

“Are you alright?” John asks and you nod. Mark can see right through you, he could feel the tremors of your body against his. That was a close call.

“She’s out of line, John.” Mark says, “I don’t know what the fuck happened over there, but it’s messed with her.”

“Amanda will be fine.” John insists, “She will play her part, so long as she isn’t provoked.” You nod, understanding your own fault but Mark refuses to admit to his own. “Now Detective, I believe we’re finished here. I will see you both tomorrow for the final preparations.”

Mark watches John wheel himself out. The moment he’s gone you rest your forearms on the workbench and place your head on them. You let out a deep sigh. Mark’s never been good at consoling anyone. It’s just not what he does. Not since Angelina…

He spots your fallen notebook and places it beside you, “Need a ride home?” “I don’t think I want to go home.” You say, your voice weak.

“You don’t want to stay here.” Mark says, “You can’t anyway. They all…arrive tomorrow.”

“How can you do that?” You lift up your head, “How can you willingly put people in here knowing they will probably die?” Mark meets your eyes, “I convince myself they deserve to suffer.”

“You don’t lie awake thinking about it?”

“No,” He’s being honest. “I think it’s one less shitty person out there.”

“Then you must think that about me.” You push some hair out of your eyes and wrap your arms around yourself. “I’m not…you know what I did-“

“And you know what I did.” Mark takes you by your forearms, “Do you think I’m a monster?”

Your eyes dart around the room and then land on the glass coffin, “Sometimes.” Mark allows himself time to digest that, it isn’t what he wanted to hear. But your hands come to rest on his own forearms and then you’re pressing your forehead into his chest, “But you make me feel safe. You help me.”

He didn’t expect to earn such close proximity again, this time deliberately. Mark pulls you closer, your hands slide up to rest on his chest and Mark curses his choice to remain in a jacket. Your warmth is tantalising as it seeps into him. Mark tucks you into his large frame and winds his arms back around you.

It feels good to be wanted.

With your face smushed into him, Mark rests his head atop yours. He doesn’t know what else he can do, so he lets his eyes close. “We can look out for each other.” He proposes, “Should something happen.”

“I’d like that.”

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CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)

{Chapter Seven – Feelings Of Content}

Pairing: OT7 BTS!HYBRID X FEM!HUMAN READER

Kim Namjoon: Black Mackenzie Valley Alpha wolf

Kim Soekjin: White Alpha Lion

Min Yoongi: White Alpha Jaguar

Jung Hosoek: Alpha Snow Leopard

Park Jimin : Alpha Albino Cobra

Kim Taehyung: Alpha White/ Bleached Tiger

Jeon Jungkook: Alpha Black Panther

Reader: Heaven Valentino Human

Status: Ongoing

RATED (M) FOR MATURE

words: 3.7k!

WARNING: EVENTUAL SMUT, BLOOD GORE, DETAILED GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION, ABUSE (ALL FORMS), PROFANITY, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH(MINOR), SADOMASOCHISM ACTS, MENTIONS OF BDSM, ETC...

CHAPTER WARNING: No warning just fluff, enjoy!

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MATERIALIST

Heaven's POV

As I walked hand in hand with Taehyung towards Jungkook's room, my heart swelled with happiness. I missed my boys so much while I was away. It felt like a lifetime had passed since I had seen their faces.

My boys? Hmm, it has a nice ring to it. The bond we shared was still in the making but I felt a deep pull towards them, it felt so right.

Despite the affection I felt for them, there were certain aspects of my life that I couldn't share with them. The dangerous and dark world I navigated through was something I wanted to shield them from at all costs. That's why I had taken it upon myself to train them so that they could defend themselves if the need ever arose. I couldn't bear the thought of them getting hurt or dragged into the shadows that haunted my existence.

They had already been through so much, faced numerous obstacles that tested their courage and resilience. I vowed to protect them from any further harm, to be their pillar of strength and support no matter what challenges lay ahead.

As Taehyung animatedly filled me in on all the things the guys had been up to in my absence, a warm feeling of contentment settled in my chest. Knowing that they were safe and happy brought me immense relief. To see them thriving and enjoying life without any restrictions or limitations filled me with pride and joy.

“— And Jungkook has been hooked ever since,” Taehyung concluded, talking about Jungkook's newfound obsession with gaming.

The thought of Jungkook engrossed in something he loved brought a smile to my face. It was moments like these that made all the hardships worth it.

When we finally reached Jungkook's room and I made a move to open the door, I was caught off guard as it swung open before I could even touch the handle. A blur of motion and a strong pair of arms enveloped me, pulling me into a tight hug.

“Noona, I missed you so much, don't ever leave me again,” Jungkook's voice was a mix of longing and playfulness as he squeezed me against his chest. His affectionate gesture warmed my heart.

“Aw, I'll never leave you, baby,” I reassured him, returning his hug with equal fervor. Just being in his presence made me feel whole and at peace.

Jungkook tugged me into his room, shutting the door behind us to block out Taehyung's protests. As he pulled me further into his personal space, I raised an eyebrow in silent question, only to be met with his guilty pout.

“I want to spend time with Noona, you can have her later,” Jungkook said to Taehyung, his voice tinged with a hint of mischief and affection. I chuckled at his antics, knowing that underneath his tough exterior, he was still a lovable and caring individual.

I heard Taehyung grunt from the other side of the door, but he didn't push the issue further. Jungkook had a way of getting what he wanted with his adorable pouts and persuasive tactics. It was a talent that never failed to amuse me.

Jungkook's POV

As Taehyung left the two of us alone in the room, I guided her to sit on my bed and settled myself comfortably on the floor, resting my head in her lap. A wave of relaxation washed over me as she placed her hands on my head, gently running her fingers through my hair.

I closed my eyes, savoring the moment of pure bliss. She started humming a soft, soothing tune while continuing to play with my hair, almost hypnotizing me into a state of tranquility. Her touch was gentle yet comforting, and I felt a sense of peace wash over me.

“Jungkook, why do you and Jimin call me Noona? From what I read in the files, you guys are older than me,” she asked, a hint of confusion in her voice. I could sense that she was genuinely curious about our choice of address.

I smiled up at her, taking in the sweet scent that always seemed to surround her whenever we called her Noona.

"Because you're like a Noona to us. You're strong, brave, and caring. Ever since the day you brought me and my Hyungs into your life, I could see that fiery passion in you. It just feels right to call you Noona," I explained, my voice filled with affection.

Her fragrance, a delightful mix of lavender and baby powder, enveloped me in a sense of contentment. I inhaled deeply, reveling in the familiar scent that always made me feel at home. Knowing that I was the reason behind her happiness only added to my own.

“Kook, you're such a sweetheart, you know that?” she remarked, her smile warm and genuine.

I couldn't help but grin back at her. "I know," I replied playfully, drawing a chuckle from her. The sound was music to my ears, a reminder of the bond that was steadily growing between us.

Despite knowing her for a relatively short time, she had already managed to bring a sense of peace and acceptance to our little group. As hybrids, trust didn't come easily, especially given our past experiences with humans. However, Heaven – Noona, as we affectionately called her – was different. She exuded kindness, warmth, and a genuine care that set her apart from anyone we had encountered before.

It was evident that I, Jimin, Hosoek and Taehyung weren't the only ones drawn to her. The other members of our pack, though initially wary, had also begun to let down their guard in her presence. She had a way of making us feel valued and accepted, despite the prejudices we had faced due to our hybrid nature.

I closed my eyes again, letting the rhythmic motions of her fingers through my hair lull me into a state of peaceful bliss. In that moment, surrounded by her comforting presence, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for her existence in our lives.

We bask in the serene tranquility, cocooned in a bubble of time where seconds feel like eternity, while her gentle fingers explore the strands of my hair, eliciting a chorus of contented purrs from deep within me. The minutes slip by imperceptibly until she shatters the peace with her soft voice.

“We'll be leaving this place, and I'll be taking you and the guys home,” she announces, her words laced with a sense of belonging that tugs at my heartstrings.

The word 'home' reverberates within me, stirring up a maelstrom of emotions. It's a word I've long forgotten, a concept that feels foreign yet strangely alluring when she includes us in it.

Tears cascade down my cheeks unchecked, catching me off guard until her tender touch on my face brings me back to reality.

“Sweetheart, what's the matter?” Her concern only intensifies my torrent of tears, and she enfolds me in a warm embrace, anchoring me to the present.

Clutching onto her like a lifeline, I release a floodgate of emotions that have been bottled up inside me for years, a deluge of unspoken longing and aching vulnerability.

The love I feel from her is a stark contrast to the protection and care my brothers have showered upon me as the youngest sibling. Despite my physical stature, I am forever the baby brother in their eyes, shielded from the harsh realities of the world.

Countless times, I've been summoned to satisfy the desires of others, yet my brothers have shielded me from the darker aspects of that world, insulating me from its horrors to preserve what little innocence remains in me.

I cherish them for their sacrifices, for the sacrifices they've made to shield me from the brutalities of life. I would willingly lay down my life to shield them from the darkness that threatens to engulf us all.

But now, a new person had entered my life, someone who had quickly become an essential part of it. Heaven. The mere thought of her brought a surge of emotions, a primal need to shield her from any potential harm that might come her way.

As I gazed into her eyes, a sense of protectiveness enveloped me like a cloak. I could feel my hybrid instincts clawing to the surface, urging me to keep her safe at all costs. It was a peculiar sensation, one that I had never experienced before, yet I welcomed it with open arms.

The overwhelming desire to safeguard her, to shield her from any danger that might lurk in the shadows, consumed me. It was as if a voice deep within me, primal and raw, whispered fiercely - "Protect what's mine." And in that moment, I knew without a shred of doubt that Heaven was mine to protect.

My eyes blazed with an intensity that startled even me. A fierce determination welled up inside me, igniting a burning need to stand guard between Heaven and any potential threat that dared to come near her. It was a feeling of territoriality and possessiveness, uncharted territory for me, but one that felt undeniably right.

And so, without hesitation, I made her a solemn promise.

“I will protect you, no matter the cost. Even if it means sacrificing myself in the process, I would do so gladly, knowing that I could keep you safe." My voice rumbled, thick with emotion, the words spilling out as a vow not just to her, but to myself as well.

As Heaven gazed back at me, her eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude, trust, and perhaps a hint of vulnerability, I knew that this newfound sense of protectiveness was not just a duty, but a privilege. To have someone to care for, to watch over, to love unconditionally - it was a responsibility I accepted with wholehearted dedication.

~Valentino Mansion~

3rd Person POV

~A Few Hours later~

The boys found themselves in awe as they drove past the grand gates of Heaven's mansion. They couldn't help but stare in wonder at the magnificent sight that was going to be their new home. It all seemed so surreal, like a dream they never wanted to wake up from.

As the car pulled up to the front of the house, they all stepped out, eagerly making their way inside the expansive mansion. Heaven, beaming with excitement, welcomed them with open arms.

“Welcome home, boys!” she squealed happily, her eyes shining with joy.

The boys were speechless, their hearts overflowing with gratitude and happiness. Jimin took the lead, followed by Jin, as they all surrounded Heaven, enveloping her in a tight, protective hug. She was their sanctuary, their comfort, the one who brought light and warmth into their lives.

Just then, a man entered the room, his presence commanding attention. He was strikingly handsome, with neatly groomed black hair and piercing hazel eyes that seemed to see right through them. Dressed in a sharp black suit, he exuded confidence and sophistication.

The hybrids, sensing a potential threat, instinctively formed a protective barrier around Heaven, their growls conveying a clear message of warning. The man, unruffled by their display, flashed a charming smile.

“Well, Heaven, it looks like you've found yourself quite the defence team. I can rest easy knowing you're in capable hands,” he remarked, his tone shifting from cool detachment to genuine warmth.

Heaven's laughter filled the room as she gently disengaged herself from the protective circle, running towards the man and embracing him tightly. The hybrids, though puzzled by the sudden change in atmosphere, maintained their guard, their loyalty unwavering.

With a soft sigh of contentment, Heaven planted a kiss on the man's cheek, eliciting a low growl from the hybrids, their possessiveness evident.

“Guys, I want you to meet someone very special to me, Andre Valentino, the eldest son of the Valentino family—my older brother,” she announced, causing the boys to gasp in surprise and quickly shift their focus. Suddenly, they appeared more like anxious puppies than fierce protectors.

Heaven's POV

"Hey everyone, it's so nice to finally meet all of you," Andre greeted the group with a big smile on his face. His enthusiasm was contagious, but I noticed that the boys seemed a bit hesitant and cautious. I totally understood where they were coming from. Building trust takes time, especially in a situation like this.

I decided not to push the boys to immediately trust Andre. They needed to learn for themselves who they could rely on and who they couldn't. It was all part of their training and growth process.

Namjoon, with a hint of confidence in his stride, stepped forward to greet Andre. The handshake between them was firm and friendly, and I could sense a real connection forming between them. It was clear that they would get along just fine.

As the initial tension melted away, the rest of the boys slowly approached Andre, exchanging introductions and pleasantries. It was a relief to see them starting to warm up to him and accept that he was a trustworthy companion.

"Alright, now that everyone has met, let me show you all to your rooms," I announced, leading the way towards the staircase. The boys followed closely behind, eager to settle into their new environment.

Andre gave us a wave as he headed off on his own, leaving us to continue with our introductions and settling in. The atmosphere was starting to feel more relaxed and welcoming, and I felt hopeful about the bonds that were beginning to form among us.

We finally made it to the fourth floor where my room and the rest of the boys' rooms were located. Jungkook couldn't contain his amazement when he saw the place, and his surprised expression made me chuckle.

As we stepped out of the elevator, Jungkook's eyes widened in awe, "Woah, Heaven Noona, your place is amazing!" he exclaimed.

"Our place, Kookie," I corrected him, giving him a warm smile. He blushed and looked away, his shyness contrasting with the fierce determination he had shown earlier. It was amusing to witness the duality of these boys, how they could switch from protective guardians to blushing messes in a matter of moments.

The space was not just mine but also theirs. I wanted them to feel at home and know that they didn't have to ask for anything because it was all theirs for the taking.

My room was at the far end in the middle, with the boys' rooms branching off to the left and right. I led them to the first room on the left, and their reactions brought tears to my eyes.

"How do you like this room?" I inquired, waiting for their response. Jin's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he spoke, "It's beautiful, Heaven, words can't describe how happy we are."

With a gleam of excitement, I revealed, "You're welcome because this is your room, Jin!" His disbelief was evident as he stammered, "W-what do you mean this entire room is mine? I'm not sharing with the other guys?"

I explained my intention, "Yes, you each have your own rooms. I know you guys enjoy being together, but I wanted to give you the option to have your personal space when needed. It's essential for your mental well-being to have that time for yourself occasionally." They all nodded in agreement, understanding the importance of self-care.

"Feel free to decorate the rooms as you like. They come with built-in bathrooms and a restocked mini kitchen daily. It's like having your own mini flat. Make the most of them, but remember not to drift apart from each other," I advised, emphasizing the significance of their bond.

Jin, overwhelmed with gratitude, managed to blurt out, "Thank you so much, Heaven. It's a bit soon, and I love you all, but please leave, I need some me time." With that, he ushered us out of his room and shut the door.

We couldn't help but burst into laughter at his abrupt dismissal, realizing how much he cherished the idea of having his own space. After showing the boys around the rest of the rooms, I left them to settle in and headed to my room for a long-awaited shower.

I stepped into the warm embrace of the shower, feeling the hot water cascade over my body like gentle waves, relieving the tension in my muscles. It had been a challenging week, but I knew every moment of it was worth it.

After my shower, I settled onto my bed, my mind already drifting to the task at hand - training them. It wasn't going to be a simple process. They were hybrids, each carrying different counterparts that played a crucial role in their development.

While general training methods could be effective, I knew that specific training tailored to their individual counterparts would be necessary. It meant I had to call upon my brothers and my uncle for assistance. In order for the training to be successful, they needed to trust me and my family.

To my surprise, the boys seemed to trust me quicker than I had anticipated. It was both reassuring and concerning, knowing that they were not inherently trusting individuals. They seemed to possess an instinct, a sixth sense, that guided them on who to trust and who to keep at arm's length. It was a trait that could prove to be a valuable asset for them in the future.

I was intrigued by the boys' innate abilities, as it gave them an edge in identifying friend from foe without the need for extensive background checks. I looked forward to helping them embrace their animal sides fully.

Their animalistic instincts had been suppressed for too long, and I knew that during training, there would be risks. They might struggle to control their instincts, leading to moments where they would need to tap into their animal selves. This could potentially unleash a feral side that risked them losing touch with their human nature.

It was a challenge I would tackle when the time was right. For now, my focus was on ensuring their well-being. Showering them with love and kindness, and making sure they were well-fed and content were the first steps towards building trust and establishing a strong foundation for their development.

Lost in my thoughts, I heard a knock on my bedroom door, snapping me out of my reverie.

“Come in!" I called out, wondering who it could be.

The door creaked open, and in walked Hoseok. He flashed me a smile and strolled over to the chair next to my bed.

“Hey,” he greeted me casually, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“What's up, hobi?” I asked, using his nickname.

He plopped down on the chair and rolled his eyes dramatically. “Nothing much, just trying to escape the chaos of the other guys. They're all busy fussing over their rooms, deciding on layouts and scenting every nook and cranny. Not my idea of a good time, you know?"

I chuckled at his exaggerated expression. “I get it. Well, you're always welcome to hang out with me.”

Hoseok's face lit up at the offer. “Really? That would be awesome. What are we gonna do then?”

I thought for a moment before suggesting, “How about we watch a movie together? I've got some good stuff lined up on Netflix.”

He nodded eagerly, adjusting his position on the chair. “Sounds perfect. Let's do it.”

As I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, I chuckled a little remembering his earlier statement.

"Hey, isn't scenting something like a hybrid thing you guys do?” I asked amused

Hoseok chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, it's a hybrid thing. We like to mark our territory, so to speak. Having our scent around makes us feel safe and connected to our humans. It's just a natural instinct for us.”

I couldn't help but smile at his explanation. “That's actually really interesting. I'm glad you guys feel at home here.”

He reached out and gently squeezed my hand, his eyes filled with gratitude. “Thanks for accepting us, it means a lot. You've created a place where we can truly belong.”

I felt a warm wave of affection towards him and lightly touched his cheek, feeling the softness of his skin beneath my fingers. Hoseok leaned into my touch, his gaze intense and filled with unspoken emotion.

In that moment, I realized how lucky I was to have him and the rest of the boys in my life.

I headed to my snack cabinet, ensuring it was stocked with all my favorite munchies. With everything in place, I settled into bed with a cozy throw blanket draping over us, snuggling against each other.

Hobi's eyes sparkled with curiosity as he dove into the world of technology. It was as if he was a toddler discovering new wonders, and his enthusiasm was just too adorable to resist. He bombarded me with countless questions, eager to soak up all the knowledge he had missed out on in his life.

We decided to watch a movie and ended up cuddled together, sharing laughs and tears as we got engrossed in different scenes. One movie led to another, and eventually, we found ourselves binge-watching a whole series.

I must have dozed off without realizing it because the next thing I knew, I was slowly waking up to the sensation of multiple bodies around me. As I fully opened my eyes, I saw the TV turned off and my bed occupied by seven grown men.

Despite the surprise, I felt an overwhelming sense of warmth and contentment. It was a rare moment of tranquility.

In that moment, surrounded by those I cared for, I experienced a sense of peace and belonging that I rarely found elsewhere only around my family. It was in those simple moments of togetherness that I felt like a normal 23-year-old girl, just enjoying the company of my boys.

Those moments made me feel complete, as if all the pieces of my scattered self had finally come together. The feeling of contentment washed over me, enveloping me in its comforting embrace. And in that serenity, I found solace and joy in the embrace of my makeshift family.

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Heyyy beautiful people!

I'm so glad you enjoyed this Chapter. Writing this one was really special to me because, let's be real, the initial chapters were quite dark. It's been so refreshing to delve into a fluffier side of the story. It's like a breath of fresh air, you know? But hey, don't get too comfy just yet! We still have a long journey ahead before everything falls into place. Heaven and the boys are just getting started, and trust me, there are a lot of surprises and twists waiting to unfold. 🤫🫣

Jungkook's character development is really starting to shine through. I can see him slowly breaking free from his conditioning, revealing his true self. And let's not forget about Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi — they're also on their way to embracing their predator hybrid sides. It won't be long before they all fully transform into the powerful beings they were meant to be. 😁🤭

Oh, and can we take a moment to appreciate Hobi's adorable and dramatic personality? He may seem all sunshine and rainbows on the surface, but trust me, there's more to him than meets the eye. Don't let that pretty face and sweet voice fool you! 😏🥴

I'm beyond excited for you all to witness the growth of the hybrids as the story progresses. It's all just brewing under the surface, waiting for the right moment to burst forth. So hang in there, folks! There's so much more excitement to come. 😆

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading and supporting me. Your votes and comments mean everything to me and keep me inspired to keep writing. You all are the best!

Sending you all my love as your favorite AUTHOR-NIM. 😗🥰 I promise to do my best to update sooner, so stay tuned for more developments.

Borahae! 💜

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misshoneyimhome · 5 months

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William + possessive, like you're relationship is private, and somebody hits on you (i.e past teammate). You know how possessive he can be, and that still translates to the bedroom. When he knows you're his, you cannot help but feel turned on by his possessiveness.

Darling, absolutely! The possessive!Willy is incredibly hot 😉

I'm really sorry I was meant to share this yesterday, but, erm… I ended up getting a bit drunk at a Christmas party 🙈 So, it's not properly edited, but I hope it's still a good read 🫢

Warnings; 18+ smut; oral sex (m recieving); unprotected sex (p in v);

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Willy Doesn't Share... ⚡️

Five minutes into the third period, the Scotiabank Arena was filled with a mix of tension and excitement. The Leafs were up against the Hurricanes, and though the Canes had taken the lead from the beginning, during the second period, Jarnkrok levelled the score, setting the stage for an exhilarating third period.

And just then, as the Hurricanes seeming to dominate, Tavares showcased his skill with a remarkable wrist shot, slipping the puck past Frederik Andersen. The Canes tried hard to retaliate, but in the 16th minute, your boyfriend William Nylander made sure to settle the score with a solid backhand shot, sealing the game at 3-1.

William fucking Nylander, the guy who had captured your heart months ago and had no plans of returning it to you.

You and William had been together for some time now, and while both of you were certain about your relationship, William preferred to keep things low-key, especially in the public eye.

Sure, his teammates had swiftly picked up on the change in his usual playful behaviour to a more serious and composed attitude, particularly when it came to relationships. Despite his naturally calm and easygoing demeanour, his jokes about serious commitments and marriage had significantly toned down, and his shift hadn't escaped notice.

Moreover, it was evident to everyone that you held a special place in William's life. He'd stick around you like a devoted puppy when mingling with other partners after a game, and he'd draw you close when engaging in conversations—especially with other men.

And you weren't bothered by his behaviour at all. Though initially, when he first expressed his wish to keep your relationship private, it puzzled you a bit. Yet, knowing that he still openly talked about you to his closest friends and family, you understood that he wasn't ashamed of you. He simply preferred not to have the public meddling in his personal life.

So, you respected his wishes and found solace in the straightforwardness of your relationship.

As the final buzzer echoed through the arena, the cheers and applause filled the air while the players gradually exited the ice, one by one.

And amidst the post-game atmosphere, the halls buzzed with lively conversations and laughter as friends and families relived the game's highlights and celebrated the victory. While William completed his media commitments, took a shower, and changed back into his post-game attire, you patiently waited for him.

After organising his gear and leaving the equipment for the staff, William emerged from the locker room, eager to catch a glimpse of your wonderful face.

Never had he imagined falling so deeply in love with someone. Despite his past casual flings and brief relationships in his younger years, settling down hadn't seemed likely. However, the moment he laid eyes on your captivating smile, he knew he was done for. Your playful and teasing nature had ignited something within him, and he was certain he had to make you his.

Yet, it was precisely your playful charm that made him want to keep you close. Although he adored that aspect of you and deep down knew you weren't actually flirting with others, he couldn't ignore the glimmers in other men's eyes when you engaged in conversation. Making him harbour conflicting feelings, both loving and resenting how effortlessly you connected with people.

Your attentive and empathetic nature endeared you to many, yet it occasionally sparked a hint of irritation in William—a feeling unfamiliar to him: jealousy.

And tonight, as he strode down the hall in search of you, his heart fluttered slightly at the sight of you engrossed in a heartfelt conversation with his former teammate, Freddie Andersen.

Knowing Freddie well, William could discern the subtle signs of desire and flirtation in the big redhead's body language and sparkling eyes. He knew that Freddie wasn't typically overtly outgoing, so these signals swiftly caught his attention, igniting a fire within him and stirring a sense of jealousy.

With determined strides, William approached, attempting to maintain composure while casually loosening his tie before greeting you with a solid kiss. He then glanced up at the tall goalie, offering a friendly nod and a casual "hey" before refocusing on you.

"Hey, monkey," you chuckled softly. "Ready to head out?" You flashed him a sweet smile, to which he eagerly nodded, bidding farewell to Freddie as you both prepared to leave.

The ride home was dead quiet. William remained completely silent, his brooding gaze fixed on the road, and you obviously sensed something was bothering him. You observed his eyes, firmly focused, and noticed his subtle facial expressions tightening with each breath.

Yet, you also understood him well enough not to prod at any potential issues, at least not in that moment.

William had always been a puzzle to you. Despite his outwardly calm demeanour, there were aspects of his personality that remained hidden from most people, one of them being his possessiveness.

Early in your relationship, he had shown signs of wanting to keep you close, especially in social situations. That was when you first glimpsed his more dominant side—a side that, truth be told, turned you on like nothing else. His possessiveness sparked something inside you, even though most of the time, you weren't actually consciously flirting. But William's intense gaze often suggested otherwise, and tonight, he wore those eyes.

Upon arriving at his condo, shedding shoes and coats, you both entered the living room in silence. And as you made your way to the kitchen, you couldn't contain your thoughts any longer. It was time to address the issue.

"Willy, you've got to stop doing that," you said softly, casually leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Do what?" he retorted tersely.

"Trying to push away any man I ever have a conversation with just because you get all jealous," you attempted to lighten the mood with a chuckle, but William's serious expression didn't waver.

"Y/n, you were flirting with Freddie," he insisted.

"I wasn't flirting!"

"Then what was that all about?" His voice grew louder.

"I was having a pleasant conversation with an interesting man," you explained firmly.

"Well, I think he had a little bit more than a pleasant conversation on his mind," William muttered, his words audible enough for you to catch every bit.

"Oh, come on, Willy… Freddie's a good guy, and you know it. Besides, why are you so angry? He doesn't even know we're together because you're the one keeping our relationship a secret,” you responded, trying to stay composed, yet sensing traces of frustration in your tone.

William simply let out a deep huff in response to your comment.

"Oh, a huff, what an answer," you retorted sarcastically, crossing your arms and shaking your head.

"Shit, y/n... he's a hockey player—everyone thinks he's such a good guy, but I know how hockey guys think," William exploded, clearly losing control of his emotions. His face tightened in anger, his eyes darkened, and his body tensed with veins pulsing visibly.

"He's seeing someone, Willy..."

"Yeah, well, that doesn't usually stop most hockey players..."

Your heart sank at his words.

"Well, that makes me a lot more comfortable about our relationship, then,” you snarked sarcastically, knowing you were likely adding fuel to the already raging fire within the Swede.

"That's not... I'm just saying how guys think."

"Well, maybe you should also think about what I think then. So what if he was flirting with me? It's not like I wanted to do anything with him," you defensively shot back, irritation prickling at your nerves due to his behaviour.

And it appeared your words struck a nerve with him too.

Without saying anything, William drew rather close, using his size and strength to pull you into a deep kiss. Instinctively, you tried to pull away; you didn't want to let him have his way so easily. But he persisted, forcefully kissing you again, his lips firmly pressing against yours as his arms held you in place, pressing you against the counter.

And you knew it was becoming increasingly difficult to resist him. His forceful actions only heightened your lust for him. So surrendering to his dominant touch, you responded with fervour, your hands finding their place on his neck as the sounds of passionate kissing filled the room.

William wasn't one for articulate words; his way of expressing love was far more physical, and he intended to demonstrate that fully.

Amidst the heated make-out session, his hands moved beneath your hips, lifting you effortlessly into his arms. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you towards the bedroom.

Once there, almost throwing you onto the bed, a smug expression adorned his face as he removed his tie, his eyes locked intensely on yours. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned physique. Your gaze was fixed on his, a seductive smirk playing on your lips, your body yearning for his touch.

And William was well aware of your desires, but he had no intention of gratifying them so easily.

He unfastened his belt, slipped off his trousers, kicked away his socks and boxers, then confidently stood at the foot of the bed.

Meanwhile, you removed your jersey, along with the t-shirt underneath, before also getting rid of your trousers, leaving yourself in just a bra and knickers.

No words were exchanged in this heated moment, where the sexual tension filled the bedroom air. Only heavy breaths conveyed pure lust and desire between you both.

Seductively, you positioned yourself on all fours, facing your man, slowly crawling towards him, as your face came near his already hard cock.

This behaviour had both of you feeling excited and incredibly turned on.

William's eyes stayed fixed on you, and you gave him a cheeky smile before gently taking his cock into your mouth.

“Shit,” he breathed out as his sensitive member touched your warm mouth, and you gradually took him in, coating his length with your saliva.

William couldn't help but close his eyes slightly, leaning his head back, as you continued to pleasure him. His hand found you hair, as his hips moved slowly in sync with your motions, wanting to delve deeper into your mouth.

“So good baby,” he moaned as you stroked him where your mouth couldn't reach, before pulling back and releasing his manhood to catch your breath. You looked up seductively, teasingly licking your lips and lightly nibbling the tip of his shaft.

But William wasn't up for your teasing tonight. You had turned him on too much, and he needed to assert his dominance.

With his strength, he pushed you onto your back, before settling himself between your legs, and you couldn't help but smile at his dominant manner, although you knew you weren't supposed to show this much enjoyment, as it only fuelled his desire further.

Something that perhaps increased your need for him more, making your heat pool between your legs.

Then, firstly, he swiftly removed those dainty little knickers that blocked his path. Then, he located your entrance, slid in two fingers, just enough to make you squirm from his touch and stretch you a bit, preparing you for his length.

"Soaking wet for me, baby," he smirked, his voice rough, as his fingers moved in and out of your core, eliciting moans from you. "Does sucking me off get you this wet, huh?"

You couldn't respond, but your body spoke volumes on your behalf.

His fingers worked their magic, stimulating your inner walls as they became coated in your juices.

"Please, Willy," you almost whined, growing a bit impatient, which only seemed to satisfy him more.

Retracting his hand, he then positioned the tip of his length at your tight entrance before pushing all the way in, making you moan loudly.

"God, you're so tight for me, baby," William moaned into the curve of your neck before he began moving his hips. Your hands grasped the back of his shoulders, urging him closer to you.

His cock found every sensitive spot within you as he rocked his hips vigorously, not holding back, prompting you to cry out his name amidst several profanities.

You couldn't contain yourself, your breaths heavy, and your body completely surrendered to him as he continued his forceful thrusts.

"Oh god, Willy, I'm going to come,” you gasped, but it only spurred him on to increase his pace.

His skin slapped against yours, the tip of his cock reaching the deepest parts of your walls.

"Yes, baby, come for me," he groaned.

As you let your body arch, your nails dug into his shoulder's skin as your climax rushed over you.

And the tightening around his cock brought William closer to his own release.

He continued thrusting through your intense orgasm, slightly picking up the pace; it was rough and vigorous, yet filled with sheer pleasure.

“Ja, baby, du är min - bare min.”

And with a few more thrusts, he emptied himself entirely into your depths, coating your walls with his fluids.

Minutes passed as you both tried to catch your breath, gradually descending from your intense high, while William tried not to collapse onto you.

Gently, he withdrew and settled next to you, tenderly pulling you closer for a cuddle.

You gazed deeply into his beautiful blue eyes, sharing an intimate post-sex moment before he broke the silence.

"Maybe we should go public with our relationship…" His voice was soft and gentle as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Willy, it's fine if you're not ready," you gave him a sweet smile, but he simply shook his head.

"No, I don't like sharing, so I think it's time for everyone to know that you're mine."

#18+#william nylander imagine #nhl smut #wn88 imagine #william nylander smut #nhl hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine

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witchofthesouls · 1 month

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Lately all I can think of is TFP Optimus being demon bait. Amongst every iteration that I seen with the Matrix, he feels more like a placeholder involving the relic than an actual Champion for Primus. Plus TFP is the only one who doesn't retain any knowledge about his past as Orion Pax.

Placeholders are easier to tempt than champions since they aren't fully protected or warned of the danger. The Matrix of Leadership practically rats him out to anything supernatural when you consider it acts more like a vessel unlike other relics. Optimus is gonna have a mixed time should a demon hone in on him.

I get what you're saying. All the strange and, let's face it, very sus Artifacts are painting a very wild picture.

Personally, while I do believe TFP Optimus is a legitimate Prime, he isn't a fully realized one. It gets weirder with the Canon lore in the Aligned verse that the Matrix was housed with Prima's Star Saber and that Optimus is supposed to be the reincarnation of the mysterious Thirteen. Plus, Metroplex from the games vouched his status as a Prime: "Metroplex heeds the call of the last Prime." (Fall of Cybertron game)

I wonder how come the writers didn't go with the Primal Artifacts being semi-sentient? It would really make sense with the mythos and immense powers, especially since those tools can be only wielded by a Prime. So the building blocks were there. Or, have the ghost of Prima within the Matrix that's controlling new ordained champions, and it's intefering with Thirteen's connections? The Matrix has an established history of reformatting new bearers, so is it a big surprise that they're turned into Prima's thoughts of a prefect guardian? Prima has different Aspects and Domains compared to his youngest brother.

The themes of identity and self-determination are there. I think he internally struggled with it. Is he Orion Pax of Alpha Trion? Optimus Prime of Prima? Are they one and the same mask? Does he remember the Wilds in his dreams? Did he have hopes and plans for reconstruction? At night, does he recounts all the steps that brought him to that point?

But yeah, TFP!Optimus would be a succulent prize for a supernatural entity. The Matrix is both a beacon and lighthouse. To see a mortal God-King or a divine champion drowning in uncertainty would turn the very dangerous or very desperate towards him because a contract could be established.

Weirdly enough, out of all the Autobots, I think Optimus would have the easiest time navigating any potential entities. Orion Pax lived and breathed in doublespeak as an archivist directly sponsored by Alpha Trion himself. He knows the intricate dance to steer between treacherous allies and hostile enemies and how to be very leery of certain agreements. Orion was stuck between impossible contradictions of his status.

Ratchet has had certain privileges afforded by his function and frame. He's comfortable taking over things and saying his piece, especially among the current team. He also has a poor opinion of non-Cybertronian anything. He would either be killed for insolence and disrespect or be ensnared in a dream that gives him his deepest wishes. Arcee, depending on your viewpoint, is either lucky or unlucky, especially since she survives all her partnerships. Even Jack Darby, no matter how careful, has a human lifespan, which is seafoam to a Cybertronian. Something would latch onto her anger and grief. Bulkhead can be a very considerate soul. Some being would be charmed by the mech. Bumblebee is kind, and Smokescreen can be impulsive and so very clever. Traits that are endearing to many entities in old tales.

Optimus would have his hands full should something start sniffing around the base.

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ashen-crest · 1 year

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Winter Writeblr Ask Game!

My October-themed ask game went over pretty well, so here’s one in time for December.

Like before, it’s a mix of OC questions, writer questions, and calls to share snippets:

❄️ Snowflake: talk about a unique trait or aspect of your favorite OC. Have they been living rent-free in your brain? It’s time to talk about them!

🔥 Fireplace: what type of scene are you most comfortable writing? Emotional, action, dialogue-heavy?

🥶 Ice: what’s been the most difficult scene for you to write?

☕️ Hot Cocoa: what do your OCs do if they need reassurance or comfort? Do they talk to someone/fall back on a certain activity?

🧤Gloves: share a snippet you’re particularly proud of!

🧣Scarf: tell us about a secret your OC has and what would happen if they revealed it.

🌲Pine Tree: share a snippet that shows a character being strong (whether that’s physically, mentally, emotionally, etc.)

🌟Night Sky: what are your writing goals for 2023? Or: how did you feel about your writing in 2022?

🍲 Soup: share a snippet where a character does something kind.

⛸️ Ice Skating: tell us about a skill your OC has. Is it unusual? Something they worked hard on? Does it ever come in handy?

🛷 Sled: how has your writing process changed this year? Or: are you going to try anything new in your process in 2023?

#writeblr #writblr #ask game #winter ask game #on writing #tw food

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ofnightshadeandthornyroses · 1 year

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Hey there! I was wondering if I could get your thoughts on the lost boys and an s/o with an iron deficiency, please? How would they feel about their blood considering their lack of iron? Would they even drink from them considering how easily their s/o gets lightheaded? I'm very curious as to how you would give this.

Thank you! -🦝

They are definitely curious about your medical situation. Especially because it has to do with blood .

An aspect that definitely intrigues them is how it affects you blood.

A certain two boys are intrigued with the difference in shade, almost obsessively so. ( Marco and Paul)

They're all interested with the difference in smell though. Of course all blood has it's own smell, the metallic scent mixing with the hosting humans own, but this smell differs from them. The lack iron affects the smell and leaves more of you, and they can't find reason to dislike it even if they wanted to.

If for any reason they taste your blood they're once again taken by how it tastes more like you than anything else.

They wouldn't actually drink from you unless you practically force feed it to them for what ever reason (Marco getting a free impalement by the Frog bros.)

Other than wondering how your condition affects your blood they also were concerned on how it how it affects you.

Throughout their adventures on the boardwalk walk they soon find out one of the common side affects (fatigue) and though at first they may be a little down that they can't wreck havoc with you as much as they wanted (Marco and Paul(Dwayne likes to start shit from the side and butt in when he wants), they're more than happy to take you back to the cave or if you still want to stay around the board walk, take things at a slower pace.

If you're dizzy they're quick to find you somewhere to sit or lean, staying close to check if your doing okay or need any thing.

They keep snack and water on them just incase

Need a snack sweet thing? No problem, Paul's got you. Has them jam packed in the pockets inside of his jacket like a kid sneaking a boatload of candy into a theater.

Need a water? David has a few in side of his as well.

They make a game of hiding them throughout the cave so no matter where you are in it they just reach around and grab something out for you.

Random containers of peanut butter/fruits

Brittle nails, Paul, Dwayne and Marco definitely have nail painting sessions so you can put that can put that coat of protection on in any pretty color or haphazard/horrendous design they come up with. David has even been known to participate.

Sorry this took so long, tests and Tumblr being on crack. I hope you like this.

#the lost boys #request #the lost boys x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #marco the lost boys #paul the lost boys #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #fiction #the lost boys x you #iron deficiency #i know half of what im talking about #other half comes from a current source and google #i hope you like this #Tumblrs on crack

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pansear-doodles · 8 months

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I gotta get this out of my chest (and i might get hate for this but whatever)

I feel like the rain world fandom as a whole is painted in a one-sided lens- thats not true because if you really take a step back and look at the entire picture of it all there are circles and subcircles of certain populations who are into specific parts of the game and its much more nuanced than what most people complain about.

You have of course people who care about the gameplay. Not all of them are into lore stuff but when it comes to fandom stuff they tend to be mixed. They are the closest to being in line with canon. They are a mostly neutral party but they have their own can of worms to feed when it comes to new players, but I'm not here to talk about that relatively speaking.

You have people who enjoy the ideas of the characters and create transformative stuff out of it. This is where most circles of fanon, headcanons and aus reside, the """fandomification""" side of rain world if you will. This is relatively new in the fandom and most new fans(post dp) reside here, and because of that factor they're always given the most flak and attention by veterans who reside in other circles. (Even though these circles can coexist)

Many veterans (though not all of them are veterans) reside in circles that are described as the more canonical and spiritual side- because of the focus of the game. They tend to be more focused on the consistency for what the game offers- making theories and discussing certain aspects and making content that most consider isnt """fandomification""" or woobifying/blorbo-ing characters. Of course, this circle has subcircles of their own

I'm not trying to antagonize people who say that they miss when the fandom was in a relatively calmer and ""non-fandomy"" state. What bothers me is that the newer fans and the ones who enjoy focusing on "the idea of the characters" and talk about it more than the spiritual complex side of the game, are the ones being antagonized usually by these circles. I have not once seen a headcanony person complain about people talking about canon (unless you count me, an individual who is always subject to these discourses albeit unwillingly but whatever)

There is an underlying reality that as a fandom grows larger, so would these circles and some would birth new subcircles (and one of which is rw shipping, which is always the subject of antagonization in fandom discourse. Funnily enough, not within the shipping subcommunity but by people who dislike and or against shipping, especially with slugcats- yes i still cant believe the shipping community is one of the most peaceful communities in all of ship communities ever and that's very telling).

Then there are the subcircles that have always existed. There are people who care more about the slugcats more than the iterators. There are people who care about the iterators more than the slugcats. There are people who care about creating oc content rather than canon content. It goes on.

Im not saying that if you dislike how rivulet for example is often portrayed as "the adhd energetic roundhouse of wawa" that you are invalid. You absolutely have the right to dislike certain aspects the fandom has.

What I don't like is that some of these circles are antagonized and treated as if they were headless chickens pushing the affinity for liking the characters in their own ways. I don't like that they often assume that we can't like or be engaged with canon and discussions surrounding the spiritual and technical aspects of the game because we were more fond of something else. I really don't like that these types of fans are seen as parasites and that they're portrayed as people who are out to ruin the fandom when in reality they're there to enjoy it in their own way. I dont like that we are being assumed that we hate rain world, the game itself.

We have our very own reasons and our very own ways to enjoy this special piece of media. You have the ability to curate your experiences in the fandom- you have the ability to create your own circles and come with your own ideas for how you feel about the game. The fandom is an entire ecosystem composed of unique individuals and fans with their own unique individual takes. That's really not that hard to fathom.

But nah clearly gay slugcat talk and "edgy aus" will turn the rain world fandom into that similar to undertale and steven universe's fandom.

#so yeah please leave us alone holy shit #this rant sounds aggressive and its imperfect but goddamnit do i have to tap the sign again #its only an issue if you make it out to be an issue #i apologize #thoughts #long #also its inevitable that memes will repeat but what can you do this happens for every single fucking thing ever

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knightyoomyoui · 9 months

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(G)I-DLE Miyeon x M & F Reader - “The Woman Of My Dreams”

One of my longest one-shots ever made with 10,700+ word count! Enjoy... reading, I guess? Hehe...

The weekend is about to end tomorrow, but that won't stop you from continuously spending all of the free time you have with whatever you want to do that would provide you entertainment or relaxation.

One of them is to play video games on his desktop computer. Currently, your cousins have offered you an invitation, which you eagerly accepted.

The longing and anticipation to interact with them, at least for today, is what compelled you to join them.

Sitting on his comfortable gaming chair, he focusedly monitored his movements on Valorant, the game that he's playing, underlying on the instincts and strategized aspect that would be handy on securing a victory for their group.

"There's the one, it's heading to B guys."

One of your male cousins spoke to the mic. You are the only one left on your squad, while the opposite still has two more left.

You traveled around on the paths that would lead you to Base B, but as you were about to arrive there, you were met by an update saying that the team had already done the most crucial part of the gameplay.

"They planted the spike now. Be careful, YN."

You slowly checked if there may be traces found that will got them obvious of guarding the spike. Having nothing, you began to formulate a plan on how you will infiltrate the base without getting killed.

You still do believe that they're inside and they're just really good at hiding.

"Damn it, I'm taking the risk now guys." You breathed deeply for a few seconds before you executed the action, invading the base with 15 seconds remaining before the rounds ends.

Looking back and forth, YN then heard footsteps right away. He/she saw the enemy hiding near the crates, and killed it with a sniper.

"Go, YN! Cmon hurry!"

You were startled when you noticed that a damage took hit by your character Phoenix after getting slightly shot on the back.

9 seconds remaining.

Holding the keys and some quick shifts of the mouse, you rotated Phoenix quickly and aimed it at the last one before firing a shotgun at the player.

All wiped out, the cousins elicited a mix of joy and panic as they simulteanously shouted for you to disattach the spike.

Thankfully, it was 1 second left where you successfully did it. You won the game and all of you celebrated while sending their praises for YN's smart play.

"Nice game, YN. That was very close."

"Yeah, I actually thought I wouldn't make it." you chuckled.

"Nice clutch. The luck was on us, so let's just be grateful with it."

All of you agreed with it. Back at the lobby, you decided to fix your settings for a bit while waiting for them since there's one of them haven't pressed the ready button yet.

Chatting along with them about some randomized topics, your cousin returned and spoke on the mic to alert the rest.

"Sorry guys, just did a bathroom break. We can go-"

"Loveee, do you want some sandwiches?", a certain feminine person spoke in the background which could be clearly heard by all of you who are now smirking and having teaseful faces.

"Wait, what?"

"Sandwiches. I made some for us."

"Woah really?"

"Mmmhhmm go get some."

It was a brief silence for a while before that woman unexpectedly spoke for all of you.

"Oh, I'm sorry guys. I know you are playing with Beomgyu here. I didn't mean to interrupt of whatsoever."

"No, it's okay Shuhua. We get it." Taehyun said, who is one of your male cousins you are currently playing with.

"Hi, Shuhua!" you and Minnie who is your other cousin greeted.

"Hey guys!"

"Apology accepted only if you make us some sandwiches too next time we meet, okay?"

"Oh you guys." Shuhua laughed. "Come here anytime you guys want, that's a note taken."

"Thanks for this, love. It was so good."

You were listening to their conversation and couldn't help but alter your emotions in order to feel less happy of hearing the sweet sentiments they exchanged with one another.

You became curious again about what it truly feels like to be in your cousin's position and have a loving girlfriend accompany you with anything you may want to receive that would probably satisfy your needs and desires.

You couldn't help but be little envious of your cousin for already dating someone great. Knowing the issues you're facing, it appears that some fixation is still needed for you to become like him. Nevertheless, you still wanted to become like him one day.

"Glad you liked it. I'm going back there, continue playing with your cousins. Love you!"

"Thanks again for this, love you too!"

A sound of a door shutting close was heard. you closed the loadout and stopped your thoughts about that to focus back in the game.

"Damnit, Beomgyu. What's with the sudden slap of reality that we wouldn't be that lucky as you." Kai said, earning a hilarious response from the rest.

"It wasn't intentional, okay? And cmon guys, just find somebody around. Who knows, maybe you guys can be as blessed as I am now too. I don't want to be the only one left being like this from all of us, ya know." Beomgyu advised.

You wondered about that. It's not as easy as it looks, especially for a guy/girl like you who not a social person.

After another hour of playing with them, you cut off the call and ended the game. Thinking of wanting to get some rest, you head to the bedroom and slumped your body on the bed lazily, where you slowly fell asleep.

~~~~~~~~~~

"Why are you crying? Tell me, please."

"You keep on ignoring me these past few days like I've done something wrong that I don't even recall doing one. Did I really do one?"

"N-No, you don't okay? I-"

"Then what is it? Everytime I see you away I can tell that there's something wrong. You don't even lay an eye on me if you wanted to or speak fluently if I try you to. Do you hate me now, YN?"

"Please, don't say it like that."

"You're making me feel lonely, YN. When I made myself to be youf friend, I thought that we would be nothing but happy with everything. But now, it feels like there's something changing again and I'm confused what to do to keep you from me. Are you gonna leave me, YN?"

"N-No, I don't! Please, listen to me-"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"WAAAAAHHH HUH... HAAGGHH... HA..."

You sprung your eyes up in a state of shock and petrified as you rose your body from the bed.

Looking around the room and at your clock, you noticed that it was still 2 o'clock early in the morning. The sky is still dark, with moonlight shining through the posts on the streets, illuminating your window.

For the nth time, you had this dream again of being with somebody you didn't even know or couldn't even identify. But judging by her appearance, she looks like a girl. She wears this dress that has different colors in every dream you have with her.

Everything is describable except for her face. Imagine it being blocked by strong sunlight. It was blank, but you knew that you had to do something to fill it up and reveal the answer.

The question though, is... how?

Anyway, you still feel sleepy, so you don't mind it that much for now. You considered it just one of your strange nights that bothered you. Returning back to your bed, you closed your eyes and proceeded with your peaceful slumber to doze off into the remaining hours ahead.

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You went to school without much help again with your parents, with your mom and dad both away from work. This is where you mostly learn how to be dependable to yourself and mature in your actions and mindset to support yourself on your own.

Fortunately, you have your grandmother with you, but as a request, you didn't want her to assist you too much because you feel like you will never learn how to stand up for yourself.

Additionally, you didn't want her to be disturbed or get tired just to do things for you that you could even do easily by yourself.

Despite the hesitation, she just agreed and didn't take it with hard feelings. She understood that you just wanted to be thoughtful of hers, so the only thing she can repay you for is to do the same for you as she monitors you around silently, just in case you struggled and there you will finally need some for her to do.

Back at the scene, you went to class early since it's Monday and there's a flag ceremony being held whenever it's the start of the school week again.

After that, you endured lengthy lectures from every professor about your three different subjects slated for the first half of your class schedule. The bell rang just in time for the instructor to distribute the required assignment.

Bringing your own lunch box to avoid spending most of your money, especially when you are saving up to buy a precious thing, you looked for a vacant spot and sat there.

As usual, you were all alone, just like you wanted, so you opened up your lunch box and prayed before scooping a spoonful and having your first munch.

While you were eating silently as you disregarded the numerous people in the same room as yours, you became oblivious enough not to be aware of this random girl suddenly appearing in front of you.

"That's a nice looking cooked lunch you have there." A girly voice spoke near at you. You paused your hand in mid-air when you heard that.

Looking upwards, you met a figure of a random schoolgirl with her tray filled with her orders being holded in her hands. "Uhh, I'm sorry?"

"Chicken nuggets with bacon and egg, that's a must win for sure!" The girl lets out one of the cheerful and mellow giggle you've ever heard in your entire life, but you didn't made it obvious because you still are trying to figure this out:

"May I know your concern why did you appear in my spot?"

"Correction: OUR spot." The girl placed her tray on the table and sat on the empty chair in front of you.

"What the- hey!"

"Thanks for the seat!"

Your face crumpled in confusion at the guts of this girl to just came up with her own doing without permission of somebody else. "Miss, I didn't even allowed you to seat with me. Leave."

"Aww that's sad of you, but don't you ever get bored of being alone?" The girl frowned. You look at her closely now that she's very near in front of you. Awe-struck and dumbfounded, you recognized this girl's beauty and adorable features.

She has pearly white skin, her cheeks are pinkish enough to be misintepreted that she always blushes at certain reasons, her black long hair organized neatly and that shiny smile she has displayed over you.

"I'm not. I've been doing this for a long time now and I got pretty used to it."

"Yeah, I know. I've been seeing you here every week, nothing but yourself eating on your own. I could tell that exactly that you ain't bothered anymore of being alone." The girl replied. You were quite surprised that she's already noticing you every day. It didn't crossed your mind that other would care about it as less as you do.

"You do?"

"Mmhmmm. I'm not being a stalker or what, huh! Just look around, you're the only one who doesn't have any classmates to eat with. I mean... no offense but, why didn't you just eat at the classroom?"

"My classmates always steal my food from me." You answered. "And my patience is thin so... I found the perfect place for me not to get interrupted."

"Ohhh... but still it doesn't look right that you are different than every one here." The girl began to take out the orders laid on the tray.

"I'm sorry, miss. I barely even know you, why does it bother you that much?"

"Because...

.... I want to be your friend."

"What?"

"You heard me." The girl smugged. "I've been wanting to do this but now that I've seeing you frequently without having change was enough for me to do it so... I took the move now then."

"Sorry, miss. I appreciate the concern but I'm truly fine, really. You can have some other students there as your friend. They'll need it more." You said with a forced apologetic smile as you start comsuming the last remaining portions you have in your plate. "Please, leave."

"Oh... okay then. If that's what you want." The girl pouted and brought her orders back on the tray and she stands up on her seat. "I didn't meant to be rude but... hey, my names Miyeon. How about you?"

"I won't gonna tell, please just go away." You avoided her look as you continued to focus on your food.

"Fine. I might failed today but I'm getting it soon anyway." The girl whose name is Miyeon shrugged. "But take this as my word, mister. I won't going to stop! As much as you like or not, Cho Miyeon is going to be your friend from now on!"

She raised her fist to the sky and left joyfully, returning to her original position. You were left gawking and furrowing your eyebrows as you were astonished at how authoritarian this Miyeon is.

You may be skilled at pretending, but you couldn't lie deep within yourself that Miyeon successfully had you built a fascination for her.

The bell chimes again to signify that class resumes. Recess is over, so you left your spot and walked through the hallway. You noticed that Miyeon speedily walked ahead of you, watching her skip and hum softly as she entered her classroom. You realized that hers was just next to you.

When the class ended, it was bad timing that the heavy rainfall advisory that was announced earlier in the news arrived at noontime. You forgot to bring an umbrella, so you cursed under your breath and defeatedly watched the other students freely escape the campus with their belongings.

"How am I going to get home early with this? Should I call grandma? Nah... I don't want her to get sick. Ugh, now I'm going to stay here for I don't know how long. I'm pretty tired now; I want to rest already," You muttered to yourself.

As you kept on watching the rain fall hardly to the wet and soaked ground, you were startled when an umbrella opened beside you. You look it up to see who owns that hand that holds it, and to your surprise, it was Miyeon who is smiling again at you just like she did earlier.

"Forgot to bring yours huh."

"W-what are you doing here?"

"Uhh, going home?" Miyeon replied, it sounded sarcastic so you couldn't help but to begun doubting her.

"Are you stalking me, Miyeon?"

"Oooh now calling me with my name huh, that's better." Miyeon giggled. You almost get lost again by that soothing sound. "And what did I say back in the recess, I wasn't intentionally stalking you. It happens that we have this... great timing between us to caught up with one another."

"Ugh, whatever you say." You shook your head.

"Don't believe me? I was just late because I had to help my professor check our tests today. You can ask hin if y-"

"Yeah yeah, alright fine. I believe you now. No need."

"See, that was easy." Miyeon smirked. "Don't try to be arrogant, YN. If that works with others, that won't be the same for me."

"I-I'm not..." you gritted your teeth and grunted. "Argh, you're annoying. I didn't even asked for you to come here, act like my friend and accompany me."

"You sure you don't want to?" Miyeon looked at you before she side-eyed the heavy rain outside while she wiggles her umbrella.

"N-No." You looked away from her.

"Are you sure? Huhhh okay then, I'm going now. I hope you finally get home after 3 hours of waiting, I heard that the rain will s-"

She was about to step on the staircase when you quickly made her halt.

"No, wait! Stop, f-fine! C-can I join you under your umbrella?"

Miyeon grinned and raised it above her head. "There you go. Now get on my side!"

You embarassingly went beside her and tried to adjust your weight at Miyeon's level of holding the umbrella. "I-I just don't have any other choice, okay? Don't take this like I still accept your initiation."

"Yeah yeah whatever you say, YN." Miyeon rolled her eyes and mischieviously smickered at you. "You're welcome, by the way."

You shook your head at her mockery as a payback for what you did to her.

As you and Miyeon started to walk through the middle of the rain, you can feel the coldness through your skins and your socks and shoes getting soaked.

You sensed Miyeon's hand starting to be challenged with the force of the heavy rainfall dripping down to the surface of the umbrella that causes it to be pressed down and sway unsteadily.

You didn't want the girl to bring you both into a much difficult situation by possibly dropping or slipping down the umbrella in her hold that could cause you both getting bathed in the rain so you did what it had to be done and possibly get sick.

You don't want her to be sick and cost her attendance.

"Let me." You patted Miyeon's hand on the handle. She looked upon you as she felt that slight touches of your fingers to her skin.

"I'll be holding it. You can't take this longer. Just... hold on to me if you want, don't stay out and wet yourself from the rain."

Miyeon slowly lends the umbrella to you, listening to your suggestion. Being the one holding it, you strengthened your arm so that it can handle the pressure of the raindrops.

Feeling a bit shy and grateful at the same time, Miyeon slowly moves her hands on the arm you are using and gripped it with just a right tightness.

"Thank you, YN. I didn't know you were this gentleman too, huh."

"Stop teasing me Miyeon. I'm just doing this because I don't want us to get sick because you accidentally let go of the umbrella with your shaky hand." You said while you remain your glance on the direction you both are heading too.

"So, we'll be going to your house first then."

"Ofcourse, you own the umbrella."

"Yay, so I get to see your house also today? Woah, isn't that cool that we just became friends today and now I'm here with you on the way to your place?!"

"Again, I'm not your friend, Miyeon. I'm just letting you do the favor because I needed it."

"Heh. He's still in denial" Miyeon blurted in her mind.

"Sure, YN. You don't really sound exactly like you're approaching a friend for that." Miyeon winked and nuzzled her head at your arm which taken you aback and confusingly get flustered at her action.

All you have to do is sigh and endure this new company you're having with Miyeon.

Despite all of your stubborn remarks that went against Miyeon's desire to be friends with you, those engagement that you did along with her conversations she had with you along your trails beneath the rain that slowly builds the closeness between you and her says otherwise.

Then few days later, you had to finally submit as you admitted to Miyeon that you acknowledge her now as your friend. Your very first official friend around the campus.

She's just too irresistable and "annoying", that's why.

2 MONTHS LATER

Your friendship with Miyeon became broad as it developed over time with your daily interactions with each other. Ever since you finally decided to be her friend, she couldn't leave you alone unattended with her attention.

You could tell it was exaggerated now, but you don't really mind at all at the same time. In fact, she was helping you in some other way. It's not a big deal to you because, at some point, you needed her presence, whether physically or maybe through some social media where you two stay connected with each other.

At least she knows what to do and how to adjust if she observes. If you were in a bad mood, she just let you burst out whatever you wanted to release from this uncomfy feeling that you'd been containing inside of you. Miyeon has become the trustworthy person to whom you can open up about your personal troubles.

If you needed entertainment, she was just right there, all ready to join your fun, whatever you wanted, which was playing video games. It was even better to know that she's a gamer girl and loves anime. Both of you correlate with each other, and that's impressive to think about.

Sometimes, it makes you wonder if meeting someone like her was a coincidence or meant to happen. It was like meeting yourself but in the form of another person, and you can't even describe how compatible you feel because of Miyeon.

With all that, it's safe to say that you've actually grown to like all of these things that you're having with Miyeon. This annoying, playful, bubbly girl who just invaded your space turns out to be a blessing in disguise in your life.

Today was an event currently being held on your campus. This requires all the students to participate, so that being said, it allowed everyone to be free from their class. Technically speaking, it was just like you went to school today only to hang out with your classmates... and of course, that unescapable friend of yours who has been nowhere to be seen for 3 hours now after you last saw each other in the locker area.

"You could've sold some of your collections, man" your classmate named Yeonjun said to your other classmate named Soobin. You three were sitting at the kiosk, doing a multiplayer game for the third and final round.

"I know, but it's hard if I'm not fully decided to do it. I know some were just a waste of space in my room, but at the same time I couldn't let it go because it was too special to me. Those were original qualities, guys" Soobin replied while moving his thumbs around the screen of his phone.

"Man, if only I have that much of a money I would've bought yours right away. Your One Piece figurines were sick man." Yeonjun said. "We're friends anyway, Bin. Can you just give it to me if you al-"

"Hep hep! Nah, that's the line there. Yes, I can borrow it to you though but giving it away... I can't waste that much of a money by just giving it away." Yeonjun declined. "No offense, man."

"It's fine I was just kidding anyways." Soobin rippled his lower lip. You were still listening to their conversation while your concentration remains intact to the game which was effective to bring yourselves into victory.

"Nice one, YN! Good game guys."

"Well that was easy."

"Good thing their team wasn't that skilled, haha." You said before turning off your phone.

"Hey, lets go visit those booths there. I'm getting invested to see what they have in store for the students to buy. Lets go?" Soobin suggested. You and Yeonjun agreed, leaving the kiosk and walking your way towards the open ground in front of the accountancy building.

You've seen the products from those student entrepreneurs that indeed holds up various reasons on why these should be bought and gain and income to this idea they had.

From milkshakes, to old clothes, to jewelries and many more... the students have many to choose.

There were some other booths that only provides entertainment service for students to try, and the example you were seeing at is this booth that gives everyone an opportunity to do a-

"Wedding pictorial?" Yeonjun reads the placard. "So... does this mean-"

"They need two students, one each for boys and girls that can act as two wedding couples for a pictorial."

"Oh I see, so this is simply for students who wants to take a chance to have a pictures with their crushes but in a daring way, huh." You elaborated.

"Like that."

The three of you saw a female student and a male dressed in a tuxedo and a wedding gown with flowers on their hands. They went to a stand that shows a background suited for a wedding.

All of the students cheered and screamed in flattery as they witnessed the two seem to like each other mutually and finally have a picture with each other.

As they were finished, they removed the props, and you followed the sight of the girls, and you figured out that it was one of Miyeon's classmates who was also at the booth with you.

"Both of us had our picture now, come on Miyeon you can't be the only one left behind!" one of her classmates named Soyeon shook her arm.

"B-but I don't have a crush-"

"Then just fake it out and look for somebody! We should all be fair with each other so you better find one for you too, Miyeon." her other classmate who just previously tried the pictorial named Yuqi insisted.

While there's other students who are having a picture in the booth, that gave Miyeon a few more time to find. Fortunately, as she roamed her eyes, it landed on a perfect option that she had.

Actually, it was pretty stupid that she didn't think of this guy knowing that he's the only boy she's close with.

Miyeon ran and tugged your arm while you are observing the toys displayed from the other booth.

"W-what the- Miyeon?"

"Follow me!"

"Eh? W-where are you taking me you crazy girl! Get your hands away!"

You tried to remove her arm but despite of this girl's thin physique, her grip is actually strong and unescapable.

You concede defeat as she pushed you to the booth where the same wedding concept is being done.

"Oh no." You immediately answered and tried to leave but Miyeon blocked your way.

"Pleaseee~ just one, YN." Miyeon looked up at you and pleaded.

"Miyeon we could have a picture but not in this?!"

"My classmates wants me to try it too, I'm the only one in the group who doesn't have one yet. Can you help me?"

"Miyeon, I said no. Where are they? I'll talk with them."

"Pleaseee, YN? Just once, promise! Let's try this."

"Miyeon, this is just for people who have feeli-"

"Hey, are you two gonna take the turn or what?" One of the student entrepreneurs asked irritably, interrupting your conversation.

"I'll make it up to you, I swear." Miyeon quickly whispered. "For now, let's get married and be my groom."

"Whaaa?"

"We'll take it!" Miyeon yelled and the crowd cheered, including your respective classmates who are very intrigued and supportive with this.

"OOOHHH YES! LET'S GOOO YN!"

"AAAAAAAAA YN?! I KNEW THAT IT'S HIM, MIYEON!"

"Look what you did." You hissed as you dressed yourself up

"Hehe, oops." Miyeon fakely made herself accountable.

You and she walked outside the backroom and stepped out with your props. The photographer directed you both to stick at each other very close and pretend like you two just married each other today.

Miyeon cuddled your arm, and you slowly pressed the side of your head against hers. Everyone was just shrieking and howling in madness at how unaware they were that you both looked incredible together.

You glanced Miyeon aside for a moment, and you saw her large grin on her face and her supple touch on your arms as you viewed her in a wedding-like attire. She was undeniably magnificent and gorgeous. How much more if you saw her up close with you in a real wedding gown, having her married with you?

Your eyes widened and then blinked rapidly as you sweeped away that thought. You began asking yourself mentally why did you even had that kind of idea? She's your friend, damnit. That was a curse directed for yourself.

"Kid, are you good now?" The photographer asked for clarification.

"Y-yes, sir."

"Alright, on three. One, two, three!"

The camera flashed as the photographer captured an image of you and Miyeon together. You were confused about why the screams went louder after that.

You both removed the props before you joined Miyeon to look at the picture.

In your bewilderment, you saw a result far from what you were expecting.

Miyeon changed her pose in the last second, where she faced you and pursed her lips while closing her eyes, almost touching your cheek.

As you looked back at Miyeon. She nodded and hummed in satisfaction.

"Well, that worked." She gave you a thumbs up before she immediately ran back to her classmates who began to tease her more. You just stared as she disappeared in your eyes, not minding Yeonjun and Soobin teasing you also, as you were so preoccupied with what just Miyeon did to you.

When you two walk yourselves on the way home, you and her would just talk again at each other about some topics that would have yourselves get related with.

"Wait, can you wait here for a second? I'll just have to buy a medicine." She excused herself as she went through the pharmacy store where you two just stopped in front of.

You waited for her like she told you to, gradually browsing at your phone for a while before she returns back to your side and continue walking along with her.

Reaching the roads where you and her would be seperating ways, she faced you as you led yourselves at the corner of the sidewalk.

She reached for her pocket and opened her wallet where she reached and placed on her hand the fake wedding picture you two had earlier and lend it to you.

You felt a bit awkward facing her after what happened earlier. You thought she won't gonna make a reference of it during your talk with her so you decided to just go with the flow instead but here you two are and there's no dodging it now.

"About earlier, I'm sorry for what I did." Miyeon said as you reached the picture from her. "I thought that it will make it realistic so I tried, but ofc I know that would be entirely against you so... I just pretended like I would give you a kiss. But still, thanks for joining me despite how I humiliated ourselves earlier."

You looked at the picture again then at her. "I wasn't angry about it, Miyeon. Don't overthink about it. I do like it though. Atleast in ours, we put a little twist so yeah... I like it."

Miyeon nodded and smiled in relief. "That's good. Okay, well let's go home now. See you tomorrow! Bye, YN!"

"Bye, Miyeon. Be safe." You smiled and waved back at her as you two went to your directions.

After Miyeon enters her house, she smiled and was overwhelmed that you also share the same approval of that moment you two just shared.

4 MONTHS LATER

You and Miyeon just finished your third year in college. Only a year remains before you and she finally finish your studies and achieve that master's degree that will help you both further label yourselves as professionals in your chosen specialization.

However, this may be a thrilling and more encouraging year for the both of you. But bad luck made its entrance into your lives when things started to transform into a difficult situation for you two.

"You got it?" You asked Miyeon and shown her the registration form in your hand which you will receive after filling up the enrollment form that will be presented to you after reaching your turn in the line.

"Yeah, I have it." Miyeon softly waves the piece of paper in her hand.

"Let's go, where do you want to eat first?" You asked her as you joined her side as you leave the building.

"At the-" Miyeon lets out heavy breaths before continuing, but it was still uncomplete when she elicited another batch of heavy breaths in between. Her speaking has gone low because of her volume either.

"Miyeon, are you okay?" You asked her worriedly. Based on your observation she looks so exhausted, dried up and lame. Her face just shows pale expression and no sign of uplift at all.

"I'm good. I'm good, thanks for as-"

"Miyeon? MIYEON!" You suddenly exclaimed when Miyeon collapsed beside your leg. You kneeled and inspected her, her eyes are still open but barely moving.

Raising up her arms and gently tapped at her face, you asked her once again. "Miyeon, hey. Stay awake, okay? Here, drink some water."

You offered your tumbler which still has coldness on the water inside. You helped Miyeon to drink, lifting the container and hold it in place to support her mouth.

Carrying her with ease, you brought her down in one of the benches which you helped her fix her sitting position. You wiped the sweat around her neck, head and arms and used the folder of your documents as a handfan to give her more air.

"You okay? How are you feeling, Miyeon?"

"I-I don't know, I just got tired... again.' Miyeon unenergetically responded. You probably guessed that she was very nervous and the hot atmosphere of this sunny afternoon wasn't contributing well to her state that's why she got drained immediately from the amount of heat and stress she had to endure.

"I'm going to take you home, okay? Let's just go out some other day. You have to rest for now." Miyeon just nodded understandably. You crouched in front of her, your back facing her.

"Hold onto me, I'll piggyback you."

"But YN, I can walk-...."

"Don't make me repeat again, Miyeon."

Miyeon placed her arms around your neck and you tightened its lock before you placed your hands underneath her thighs as you carried her body until you got both of you grab a ride on a bus.

Knocking in her house, her mother answered the call. She became very concerned just when she saw you having her daughter who looks very unwell.

"What happened to her?!"

"She just collapsed when we are about to exit the school, Mrs. Cho. I figured she was very dizzy and intensely tired. Have she eaten already?"

"She did took a lunch but I don't know she got weak. Oh, no. Could it be... a-anyways I'll take care of this here. Thank you for escorting my daughter, YN."

"You're welcome, Mrs. Cho." You gently bowed before you slowly lowered down Miyeon on your back with her mother helping her.

"I-I'm sorry, YN..."

"No, get well soon Miyeon. Take care of your health for now. We can have it again next time." You patted her head before you left her with her mother.

As a commitment to your promise for her, you went out in the weekend just a day after Miyeon had a proper rest. You enjoyed your free time with her through strolling outside and explore new places where both made more moments together.

While you and her were taking a break after hours of shopping at the grass outside the mall where the playground for kids were also located, you were just watching videos on Facebook while eating your ice cream when you felt a weight on your shoulder.

You glanced to the side, witnessing Miyeon who already fell asleep with her head laying atop of your shoulder.

Her phone was left open in her phone, displaying her home screen, but what struck you the most is that the wallpaper she's using was a picture of you and her from the recognition day of your classes, holding your respective medals hanging around your neck.

You were touched that she's making reasons to express how proud she is to see you as her beloved friend, but you can't depict if that's the same reason brought by the happiness you were feeling after seeing your photo with her.

Your hand reached up to her newly dyed pink hair and gently stroked it, swaying some strands that were blocking her face and there she was, her full beauty exposed only reserved for you to be seen up close.

Here you are again, secretly praising how beautiful and unreal features. If only you could tell this to her straightforward without sounding suspicious, you would've done it right away.

Because she earns it. She deserves every compliments for a nice girl like her.

Even in her asleep, she still manages to look breathtaking. Everything she does is already exceptional for you, and it was just plain insane to think about it.

As you were about to remove the phone from her hand, your hand paused on its movement and just stayed on top of it. It came to your attention that your heartbeat increased, your skin shivered, blood rushed aggressively, and your cheeks were numbing at the red tint forming that you couldn't even see.

Looking back at Miyeon, you created questions inside your head about whether this feeling you're still having isn't mutual to each other's friendship anymore. This time, you are the only one who's starting to grow a deeper admiration and love for her than the friendly relationship you have with her.

You quickly removed your hand from her and placed her phone away for safety. Looking away at her and staring up at the night sky, you gulped and released a heavy sigh at the thoughts forming in your head.

Days later, Miyeon gets to notice that you are beginning to avoid her, either making up excuses not to participate with her, acting cold, or pretending like you don't know her.

It was worse than the attitude he was trying to pull off when she first met you and offered her welcoming friendship to you. She knows that she was just trying to keep your walls up as you think about the decision to let her be close to you because you never experienced having an actual friend to get along with.

But this time, it was just like you were forcing yourself for no particular or obvious reason. Miyeon was completely clueless as to what drives you to act differently again toward her.

That's why when you joined her after days of not being around her like you always used to do, she couldn't hold her worry and frustration anymore.

You were still silent because you've been sensing Miyeon's unusual blank demeanor. You couldn't able to have her engage in a conversation especially that you are the introverted one. As much as you wanted to talk with her, you instead decided to give her some space as it seems like she's not in a good mood.

"Goodbye, Miyeon. Let's play later if you don't have assignments like me, alright?" You said to her.

Before you're about to continue walking, you heard Miyeon calling your name from behind.

You turned around, and it surprised you to see her eyes with pool of tears, one just dropped across her face.

"Miyeon? What's wrong?" You stepped forward, inching your gap with her.

"What did I do, YN?" She asked you sadly.

"Why are you crying? Tell me, please."

"You keep on ignoring me these past few days like I've done something wrong that I don't even recall doing one. Did I really do one?" She sulked, removing her view as she couldn't bear to stare at you after what you've done to her.

"N-No, you don't okay? I-"

"Then what is it? Everytime I see you away I can tell that there's something wrong. You don't even lay an eye on me if you wanted to or speak fluently if I try you to. Do you hate me now, YN?" Her voice cracked, painfully cracking your heart a bit.

"Please, don't say it like that."

"You're making me feel lonely, YN. When I made myself to be your friend, I thought that we would be nothing but happy with everything. But now, it feels like there's something changing again and I'm confused what to do to keep you from me. Are you gonna leave me, YN?"

"N-No, I don't! Please, listen to me." You hold both of her arms and caressed it. "I just had a trouble about figuring myself. It's in me, you don't have anything to do with it, Miyeon. That's it, and I needed some alone time to figure and settle it on my own."

"Why couldn't you just tell me that you do, YN? You know I would be willing to adjust for you while I wait when you need me fir help. Have you forgot?"

To be honest, you did and that's where it hit the spot of your guilt.

"I'm sorry, Miyeon." You bowed your head.

Miyeon sighed and placed her hand on your shoulder. "Are you being insecure, discouraged of yourself again?"

"W-what?" You asked her, a glimpse of shock was evident when she described accurately what you've been hiding from her.

You just joined her today after you calmed down and solved your problem of making convulsive and negative insights and possibilities of why a girl like Miyeon would never fall in love with you as you are.

This has been the issue why you couldn't find a friend easily. and preventing yourself from getting attached to somebody who marks everything that will win over your interest.

All of it was shattered by Miyeon, and I don't know what to do with this feeling. You had to compose yourself again so that you wouldn't make any slight mistakes that would reveal your admiration for Miyeon and make all of your worries manifest into reality.

"Even if I wouldn't know the reason I can see it through your eyes, YN." Miyeon said. "I told you before and it will remain similar. No matter how much you look down at yourself, it will be nothing to me. I will stay because I wanted to... and you needed it, YN. I've seen you improve and everybody around us could see it. I made myself to be your friend because it was a choice that I never regretted to do."

Miyeon holds your hand and locked it on her hold. Your heartbeat quickened at the touch and her appreciating look she's been giving at you.

"So please, don't regret yourself or me that we met, okay? Be happy and just be free like me, like the time and world is in our hands." Miyeon patted your hand and smiled sweetly.

You nodded and formed an upright curve in your lips in return. "I will."

Miyeon pulled you into a hug, pressing her head on your chest as you snuggled your chin on the crook of her neck. You let yourself be subdued by the warmth of her comforting embrace, and with your grateful prayers and wishes being sent above in heaven, you let a wonderful person like Miyeon enter your life.

That peaceful understanding and make-up that you two had brought back the liveliness and the effects of the dynamics that Miyeon has instilled in you

You proceeded to catch up those few days ago when you separated yourself from Miyeon just so you could get rid again of all these negativities and overthinking that you've been getting ever since that night when you felt different touching Miyeon's hand and how your perspective altered about her beauty.

Treating her to wherever she wants the both of you to try, going around to such places, and even tutoring her about some subjects that she's struggling with.

It was just like what you two always do together, and it was always nice. Something you can't ruin.

However, those good times didn't last much longer when both of you encountered another problem to take seriously, and this might have been the most frightened and anxious you've ever been for Miyeon.

Right as you exited the campus after the class ended, without having your best friend with you, you received a phone call from her mother.

You were notified by bad news that Miyeon was just sent to a hospital today, and she knows you will definitely be coming for her once you know, so she didn't waste more time to inform you.

That's exactly what you did. For the first time, you've never been this panicked after leaving the class. You hurriedly ran and traveled all the way into the hospital that was mentioned to you.

Searching for the rooms, you finally united with her mother, who was waiting outside.

"What happened to her?"

"YN...." Mrs. Cho squeezed your wrists as she cried. You just stared at her as you waited for the next words to come out. "I don't know what to do. I'm scared, I don't want to lose my daughter too."

"Why? Is Miyeon sick? What's her condition?" You asked frantically.

"She is. But I think it's better if you hear it from her and discuss it." Mrs. Cho said. Your chest felt tightened as your body goes weaker at hearing that information. It's been a prediction of yours that there's something wrong with Miyeon ever since she collapsed back in the enrollment day, but you didn't expect that this would've gone worse and that will have you to see her in such inappopriate place for you.

"She's currently resting after the doctors took a check up on her. She'll wake up soon." Mrs. Cho then urges you to go inside the room where she excused herself to buy some food on the convenience store.

As what she said, more than 10 minutes later Miyeon shortly woke up from the hospital bed. You saw her eyes blink carefully and you rushed to her side.

"Miyeon. Hey, buddy. I'm here." You said, placing your hand atop of her torso.

"Y-YN?" Miyeon called your name lamely. "You came..."

"Yeah ofcourse I do, I worried so much about you after your mom called me that you're confined." You kneeled beside her. "She told me that you were sick, Miyeon. Of what? May I know, please? Cause truly, I hate to see you being like this."

"So she already mentioned to you about it." Miyeon sighed and closed her eyes. "Alright, YN. I'll give you the answer. I don't have any more time left to hide this from you."

"What haven't you telling me yet?"

"I'm sorry, YN." Miyeon said, reaching for your hand which you grabbed it and locked it on your hold. "I'm sorry if I'm... going to make you sad."

"I don't care about it, Miyeon. It's just a part of our life. Happiness isn't the only mood that exists, we also go through dark times in our phase. And I believe it's better to be sad at something I know than assuming something that is not." you said to her.

Miyeon smiled at you. "You really are okay now..."

"I always think of you, that's why. It wouldn't be possible if it's not because of you, Miyeon. You inspire me to be better."

Miyeon's teardrop fell from her eye as she nodded. "I know, and you encourage me to fight for what's right. That's why I'm still trying to take care of myself on battling my heart condition."

Your whole senses felt like it zoomed away from your conscience as you intepreted the enormous state of shock that ever striked on you after learning what Miyeon just revealed to you.

"A what?"

"My heart... it isn't what you think, YN." Miyeon tightlipped. "Even my lifeline."

"W-what do you mean? Y-you... Miyeon, so this is..."

"I had it since I was born, YN. My father had it, and now you know why he wasn't around anymore with me and mom." You tilted away to avoid that truth. "I inherited his condition and it was passed through me YN and what happened to him, I can have it too. The doctors thought before that I won't be going to reach 20's... but it's a miracle that I'm still fine, yet again it happened to me again and now I'm thinking twice now if-"

"No, no. Miyeon, you say that your time is limited but like you said, look at you. You are 26 years old now. 6 years, you surpassed that supposed end of the line for you. That means, you can still handle it whenever it occurs, and you will be going to be fine in repeat." You said to her. "As long as you continue living, all you have to do is to enjoy the rest of it."

"About that, I was reminded of something that I can share to you too." Miyeon smiled at the recall while looking softly at you. "I knew I had to do it, when I learnt that it's bad for me to apply pressure on myself, I always remind myself to be joyful and calm. Until I saw you..."

Miyeon rubbed her hand on top of yours, soothing you. "Lonely, gloomy, bland. You were the opposite of me, and I hated to see the very thing that I am preventing myself to be at. Do you know the other reason why I became so interested to meet you, YN?

It's because you helped me realize how can I use my happiness and the remaining time I have with a purpose. That's why I pushed myself to become your friend, YN. I want to accomplish one last thing in my life, and that is to make you happy just as I did to myself.

So please, promise me. Once I'm gone, continue to put smile on other's faces, but don't ever forget about sparing one for yourself, YN. For now... stay, and continue to show me how I've changed you."

You shed your tears that you couldn't contains fron the emotions forcing to escape inside of you. It sucks so hard that you reached the point and such unlikeable scenario that you have to witness and listen to your friend sending her final wishes to you just in case her suffering conquers her.

"Can it still be saved through a surgery?"

"I think so. They did it on my dad, before... but I don't know if it will be successful on me unlike him." She shrugged.

"We don't quite sure, then." You understood. Miyeon wiped your tears with her hands, you curled it and laid your head on her knuckles. "It still doesn't matter to me. I'll never leave, Miyeon. I'll be here to support you anytime. That's what.... friends are for, right?"

You took a pause before saying the word. You've been wanting to improve more than that, but you had to remain cautious.

Both grinned at each other. You joined Miyeon to rest again until Mrs. Cho arrived back at the room with the packed foods in her hands.

A few days ago, you received news from her mother that she agreed with their relatives to bring Miyeon to the States to undergo her surgery after the recommendation that it was the perfect place with complete equipment to perform the surgery successfully and attain a higher chance of survival for Miyeon.

Although it's saddening that you won't be able to see Miyeon for how long it has to be, you just reminded to yourself that you don't have to be selfish and her health is the number one priority here. It was always been the important part after all this time, and it was so relieving that you were able to help her along despite without your knowledge, which was pretty impressive to realize.

You are now at the airport with your family, joining Miyeon and her family on their departure so that you both can say goodbye properly to each other.

You and Miyeon faced at each other. "I'm going to miss you, YN."

"Me too, Miyeon. Good luck on the surgery, okay? I'll be here waiting for you to come back."

"I am, and you will me better than ever before." Miyeon smiled.

"You should be, because I have a gift for you when you return."

"What could it be? You're making me excited already, YN!"

"It's unique, that's all I can say." You chuckled. Miyeon invites you to a hug and you reciprocated it.

"Goodbye for now, Miyeon-ah. You can do it, okay? Fighting!"

"HAHAHAHA, I'll fight for you, YN."

As she lets go from the embrace, you were dumbfounded when Miyeon performed a quick peck of a kiss to your cheek. Your chest throbs rapidly, mood blooms and ou felt more alive than ever today because of that heartfelt gesture.

"Goodbye, YN! I won't be away for long!"

She waves her hand at you while her mother nods also. Joining your parents, you watched them slowly disappear from your sights as your hopes grew stronger and bigger that she could endure and overcome this challenge she's currently facing personally.

A few weeks later, you were inserting your things into your locker while your classmates Yeonjun and Soobin narrated to you the entire plot of the new game they just bought.

They invited you to join them after you went to the mall to check out the new collectibles and arcade shop that is scheduled to open tomorrow, and you didn't hesitate to agree since you would also be craving to see it on your own.

While you three are conversing, you felt your phone vibrate. Upon checking, it was a phone call coming from your mother.

You answered it right away, excusing yourself to your classmates for a moment and they immediately understood.

"Hello, mom?"

You furrowed your eyebrows when you heard her shuddering breaths.

"Mom?"

"Y-YN..."

"Yes, mom. I'm here. Why did you call?"

"I'm sorry, honey." Her mother was stiffling a sob. "Listen to me first, okay? Don't engage once you hear it-"

"Mom, please. What is it? I'm getting nervous right now. Why are you being like this?" You said anxiously, your breathing starts to go heavy.

"It's about Miyeon, YN." Your mother said. Your fingers went stiff from grasping the phone. "Her mother called me few minutes ago and she told me that... Miyeon's gone."

Everything went blurry, awfully quiet and unresponsive to you as you suddenly crashed in the ground, slipping at the locker door on your back, dropping the phone in your hand. Your classmates and other students around the hallway were startled at what happened to you.

"Hey, YN? Yo, dude what happened?"

"YN, what's wrong man?"

Yeonjun and Soobin were taken aback when you punched the floor and screamed in agony as you let out the hardest cry you've ever released.

As you went home, you were greeted by a comforting hug from your mother as you let yourself weaken and pour out all the pain that you've felt.

That wasn't even the worst part, as you learned next from your mother the additional details of Miyeon's sudden death. She told you that Miyeon, Mrs. Cho, and her aunt were on their way to the hospital when they got involved in a car accident caused by a drunk driver operating a truck.

Mrs. Cho and the aunt suffered injuries, but the large impact of the crash brought a shock to Miyeon that was unable for her enlargening heart to sustain, causing it to fail in functioning and pronounce it her cause of death just now.

A week later at Miyeon's burial, as you just stared brokenheartedly at her newly created grave, her mother approached to you.

"She gave this to me while we're staying at the hotel. Miyeon told me that if ever something bad happens to her, she wants to me to give this you." Mrs. Cho who is more devastated then you, losing both her husband and her only daughter with the same complication, said as she hands you a white envelope.

You reached it from her and slowly opened it. It was a handwritten letter made by her. You read the contents of it silently.

Dear YN,

Hey there, my number one buddy! I know I've said to you that I'll come back once this is all over, but still I have made a back up once the unfortunate has come to get me during this battle that I'm having with my vulnerable heart, and if you're reading this right now... I don't want to mention but I have to be clear. This only means that I failed you. I'm gone forever and I won't be back anymore, but whatever happens; it won't stop me for saying what I want to say all dedicated to my one true bestfriend, which is you.

Thank you so much that even though my proposal of my friendship to you was forceful and a bit threatening, you still gave it an attempt. Look at where we are now, I told you that I would be real for you, and you did the same for me. I think that's the reason why our bond became stronger, because we discovered our flaws with each other and we helped each other to change all of that. As I said, all I want to for you to be better. And you were always a great guy in my eyes, YN. It's a no shocker that I fell in love with you. Tadaaa, now you know my secret. Well, that's one of the reasons why I made this letter, so that I could tell you what I actually feel for you once I couldn't come back and unable to say this to you in person.

I like you a lot, YN. And I know you do. It's so obvious of you, you know? I find it funny and impressive how you still manage to endure all of that by showing this tough shell of yours. But I get it, I know there' a reason. You're just scared as me. That's why I couldn't confess to you earlier because I know you deserve better. And probably your own reason is that this boundaries and insecuries of yours are still present, maybe that's why you couldn't even face me because you're looking lowly of yourself while believing that you've already fallen for me. It's interesting right? We both share the same thought that we both deserve better. But anyway, I don't mind it. I still have this precious thing and that is called friendship, atleast... with this I could still prove and show to you how I love you with all my heart that will remain stuck on you.

Before I end this letter, I just want you to do me one last favor, YN. Please visit her grave anytime you want and never forget me. That way, I could take it as an alternate way to see you from above that you love me too.

Until we see each other again, buddy.

Love, Miyeon

You broke down in tears as you fell into the grassy land, just below her grave, filled with a mixture of bittersweet emotions, being delighted, grateful, and touched by her kind and heartwarming remarks about this whole awesome journey you two had been on, while on the other side, there's the guilt, grief, and torment that you didn't get to confess your true feelings to his only best friend and admirer before it was too late, unlike she did.

10 YEARS LATER

You are now currently working as an IT technician in one of the largest programming companies in South Korea.

You may be mostly busy in your professional life, but you still tried your best to allow and reserve free time to connect with your loved ones: your parents, your grandma, your friends Yeonjun and Soobin who now works as game developers, while Soyeon and Yuqi are now one of the most famous performers in SK, Mrs. Cho and her relatives and most importantly: her.

You always visit Miyeon's grave whenever you wanted to, just like her final request which you remember every single day.

Today is her birthday, you went to her grave last after all of her loved ones visited her earlier.

You looked down on her grave, the expensive tombstone standing on it with a lovely picture of her back in college placed on a frame.

CHO MIYEON Gone but never forgotten as she remains alive within our hearts forever.

January 31, 1997 - July 25, 2023

You placed the birthday cake and some balloons that you're bringing with you beside her tombstone.

"Happy birthday, Miyeon." You greeted her before lighting up the candles.

"10 years and counting now, huh. But I'm still here just like you asked me too. I stayed, and I'm still waiting patiently for my time to come where I can see you again someday." You said, your nose gets stingy as your eyes starts to become watery.

"Thank you for existing and having the pleasure to meet you, where you taught me how is it like to have a true friend... and to fall in love with you. It was all once in my imaginations, so thank you... for bringing it all to reality, even though... it didn't last longer as we expect to be."

You recalled all of the memories that you had with her, but what struck you the most was the necklace you're wearing.

You opened the locket, revealing that it was your fake wedding couple photo with her back in college, which was actually her last gift to you along with the letter she wrote from you inside the envelope given to you by Mrs. Cho 10 years ago. It's such a wasted wish that you won't be able to recreate this moment with her. If she ever did come back, you would've shown her the gift of your love for her, given her a chance to be your girlfriend, proposed to her, and married her without any pretend. Miyeon would be such a lovely wife to have, for sure.

As you looked at her appearance, you also remembered that time back at the mall where she slept on your shoulder. The picture she had on her wallpaper at that time was also the one you're using now.

It brought you back to your very first hug with her. Your eyes sprung up, and the familiarization hit you as you compared it to the same scenario you dreamt before, and up until now, it still is.

But what's even better now is that you can see the girl's face now. and it felt even more realistic than before. Same structure, same pinkish hair, same colorful dress.

Your eyes swelled before they broke down into tears, lowering your head as you cried in your palms.

It went on for minutes until you calmed down and ate the cake for her while watching your recorded moments with her on your phone.

You were so invested in all of those happy memories you were revisiting that you didn't notice a stranger peeking at you from behind.

"Awww your girl is so beautiful, dear." The old lady says with a soft smile. You looked above to see her figure.

"Thank you." You bowed your head.

"So that's her name?" She said as she reads Miyeon's tombstone.

"Yes, she's Miyeon." You politely answered.

She hummed and frowned. "It's unfortunate that she passed away too soon. She looks so young." You smiled through the pain as you wiped your tears. "We're just the same, I visited my late husband today on our wedding anniversary." She pointed at the direction where it is located.

"That's sweet grandma." "Are you okay now, dear? I know it hurts a lot to lose somebody we love, but trust me, it won't make us feel better if we don't practice how to let go." You nodded while trying to end your cries as the old lady is now caressing your arm to console you. "I am. I've already accepted her fate."

"You surely must have miss her so much, don't you? I bet you think about her anytime."

You looked at Miyeon's picture and smiled with pure confidence. "Yes, I do. She is and always will be on my mind... because Miyeon is the woman of my dreams."

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larkingame · 4 months

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Will there be any acknowledgement of your character's race?

So in the game there'll be acknowledgement of the main character's race via character customization aspects, skin color, hair textures and styling/care all along that vein, and aside from one of the backgrounds introduced backgrounds things are kept purposely vague so that the player can fill in the blanks for their character. But aside from that, I don't think there will be much acknowledgement of it--at least as it pertains directly to the main character. I've taken a lot of liberties with the setting, and I'm not exactly striving for an accurate period-typical western and neither am I necessarily aiming for historical accuracy nor would I really want to. My goal with writing Larkin is to explore religious trauma, mental illness and horror aspects within the imagined fantasy setting, and those are things I have experience with in some regard, but as a white person penning this story, I don't think it would be appropriate for me to put words in the mouths of non-white players about experiences that I can't hope to relate to as someone whose always had white privilege in a character that is fundamentally partially theirs-- as there is no universal experience of race. I've seen some westerns do it (or at least try to) but they've always felt clumsy to me, especially as most of them are centered around white characters/white coded characters and there is a certain level of exoticism applied to others that I'm hoping to avoid with my game.

There will be some discussion of it with certain areas of the other characters that I've felt more comfortable in regards to research. For example Ace is the child of two immigrants to America--one chinese and one irish, and growing up in a mixed-race house-hold had a direct effect on them and how they identify--so in that regard. I've based Ace's experiences off of a close friend's--again, everyone has a unique relationship to their race, I'm simply writing what I've seen and known in the text--that's not to say my interpretation of it is either a) correct or b) should feel that it represents an imaginary 'universal experience' for those of irish/chinese descent or the children of immigrants. So, I'd have to answer your question with somewhat? but I'm open to discussion on this matter!

#thank you!

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chemistryread · 2 years

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she is both hellfire and holy water

- part III

you should take it as a compliment, that I'm talking to everyone here but you

jake seresin

part II

part IV

callsign: scorcher

disclaimers/tags: female!aviator!reader. jake is a needy loverboy who wants to be loved. slowburn and angst.

a/n: sweet, kind reminder i don't know much about the navy and my research is lazily done. suspension of disbelief! a few things: if you don't like love triangles, i wouldn't worry. rooster's behavior is better explained in the next part, which finally includes scorcher's pov. i'm in love with loverboy jake struggling. anyway, this chapter is such a tease i might just post the next one tomorrow, that one’s juicy. when i tell you these two are a slowburn…please be patient with them! that's it, have fun :)

tagging: @thedroneranger @shanimallina87 @peakascum @cherrycola27 @iwantmyredvelvetcupcake @untoldshortsofthefandoms

Jake's pretty proud of this Hail Mary.

A week later, you've warmed up nicely to him.

Thanks to that one day he put a little more effort in, and a few other late nights talking, you're capable of exchanging more than nods to each other over the table during breakfast.

You had even picked him for your team in a training exercise, for the first time ever. Sure, Bradshaw had pulled the other short straw to be captain and he quickly took Trace and Floyd from you. But he was your first choice when their names were crossed out, counts for something. Especially because he gets to see Rooster's mustache almost turn upside-down with his complete beffudlement.

With Javy on his side, and having reached amicable grounds with the rest of the Dagger Squad, he didn't expect to make any more real connections.

And he certainly never thought he would see the day where the two of you leave Penny's bar early to grab a pizza and eat it by yourselves at the base's kitchen, before the rest of the group could come home and steal any slices.

Your phone sits between you and him, an eighties playlist that you had promised he would love playing. He did love it, but he's unsure if the songs are good or if he's being overpowered by the great feeling that comes from you saying he would love something, the idea that you might have picked up on his likes and dislikes. Paid attention.

The entire squad is suspicious of your sudden change of heart. They ask Jake what dirt he has on you all the time, and if he knows that blackmailing is a crime.

All you do is shrug, leaving them with no answers. He likes it so much. Let them wreck their brains over it.

He's starting to slip up, from time to time, however.

Like this morning, you were on the air and he called you honey. Not a drop of teasing in his voice. Just pure affection.

"Can you tell me where, honey? I can't see anything."

Cackles exploded through the comms.

Rooster is the loudest. "Don't fall for that, Scorch, you'll regret it for the rest of your life. Should I remind you of his callsign?"

"No need, Rooster. There's no danger there, the only way that happens is if I get real cool about a lot of weird shit real fast." More laughs, and he feels the start of a migraine. "Plus, I'm dead. Too late. Can't help you, hun."

Heat creeps up his neck. Embarrassment and tenderness mixed together.

Jake's not stupid. He knows what's going on with him. The thing is, he doesn't want to ruin a good thing.

He's aware of you, not the girl to easily slip and fall for just anyone. If you ever considered a guy at The Hard Deck, he didn't see it.

You're hard to break through. No one is getting to your heart unless you decide they can, and for you to get to that decision, well, it's a long and arduous journey.

It's not that he wouldn't try, always up for a challenge, it's that he already knows he won't make it. You are no challenge.

There's a certain aspect of dating that is dehumanizing. Seeing a person as something to win over, conquer. Part of the game, he knows. The girls who come up to him have the same glint in their eyes, he's just as much of a conquest to them. Even playing field.

That's the only way he knows how to get far with someone. How else does it start? This is what works for him, always has.

But you're the real thing. If he even attempted playing with you, you'd probably laugh in his face and never speak to him again. Maybe call him predictable. You've made yourself bigger than any of that. Above it all. God, is there any opening for him in your life?

On the total opposite end, sits Jake. Almost every girl with a breathtaking smile and a sweet personality has his heartstrings wrapped around their fingers, the warmest parts of him hoping they'll be the one to make him feel the same way his mom and dad do about each other.

While he - as much as he would never say it out loud - just wants to be loved, you could live with or without. Seemingly.

You're not really the same, and it scares him. If he acted on what he feels, you'd be given entirely too much power to destroy him, and the lasting effects could be irreversible. Destroy a good thing instead of herself. That's what Maverick said.

So he tries to focus back on the programme. Do they really need to be back here again? He could be on leave, on a different beach. Different girls on his mind.

It's not life or death. Honestly, you're clouding his mind and it is much more interesting than whatever Warlock wants your group to get on top of.

He isn't one to waste time overanalyzing people's behavior, but he's committed to putting every piece of you together. That's how he got here so fast, solving you in seven days. Sorta.

Maverick's words echo in his mind constantly.

He's been taking notes.

-> you give in when you know you can trust how you feel about someone (what exactly does that mean???)

-> work friendships are safe (not too many expectations, less room for disappointment)

-> you keep even friends at a certain distance

-> loyal, once you see good intentions you'll stick to someone's side no matter what

-> afraid of betrayal or being tricked (haven't seen it yet but don't want to find out what happens)

-> values trust and honesty

Phoenix is the one you allow closest. It figures, she might be the second most upstanding person in the squad after you.

A friend, definitely, but not a best friend. You'd vent to her, but not ask for help. That's too far.

Bradley is the main target of your jokes, as you are his, the one each of you go to for pairings at training, game nights or at the Hard Deck. Your first round together as a team, everyone was sure you would at least hook up once, but it never happened.

The rest of them is more or less the same, people you like and would obviously risk your life for, but not close enough that you would disclose any personal information that doesn't serve a clear purpose.

It's particular, the way you act.

Not mean-spirited, you don't distrust anyone there, you just, in the same vein, don't trust. You laugh with them, fight by their side, listen to their struggles and help if you can. But there's always a wall, at least one, that keeps them from truly getting close.

He hasn't worked out yet if you think it's for yours or their sake.

Captain Mitchell seems to be the one true exception. You talk about him with unabashed devotion and grattitude, like he saved your life. (He asked if that's what happened and you answered no, but did not divulge more). Even said, once, that he might be the only person in the Navy who could break your heart if he ever did anything you didn't expect of him.

"And still, he'd probably get a pass."

"Jesus, you're not in love with him, are you?"

You throw the volleyball at his stomach, making him curl.

"No, Seresin, there are other feelings in the world. Say that again and your crotch is next."

One afternoon, resting after lunch, Maverick sneaks behind him and steals the piece of paper he's often reading, and rereading. So fast for an old man.

Green eyes light up in a mix of shock, amusement and pride, he thinks. It's obvious that he knows, after that night at the bar and the many questioning looks he has thrown Jake's way seeing the both of you become closer these past few days. But he only says one thing, with a strong hold on his shoulder and shaking the notes in his face, dead serious. "Never let her see this."

He almost runs after the captain to explain it is not what he thinks. But what would be the point? He would never believe it. All that's left is hoping he doesn't mention it to you.

Later, that same day, he's following you around the gym to make sure a certain someone doesn't spill his secret to you.

Training together has become a bit of a habit.

Usually, if the two of you were there at the same time, you'd shove your earbuds in as deep as possible and ignore him completely. He didn't mind. Your eyes avoided his, which in turn gave him the perfect opportunity to watch you bend, squat and sweat. Not in a weird way, just, you know, admiring.

You continue to be a huge distraction, and it should make him mad, force him to work out especifically when you're not. But he adores helping you up on the pull-up bar. Watching you do half-splits, shamelessly staring while he drinks his protein shake, the most satisfactory little snickering face you make when you get flustered and tell him to fuck off. Being your spotter and delighting in the small dose of trust you bestow on him.

As a reward, you make fun of him as much as you can. Taste his shake and fake gags. Ask him if he runs marathons with the rest of his frat, where he's hiding his snap back with the Longhorns logo. Sometimes you'll copy him and just watch, biting back a teasing smile, waiting until he finishes a series to shake your head and laugh.

"What?"

"Nothing, you did good."

"Damn right I'm good."

"I said you did good."

"Same thing."

He likes it best when you're winding down on the treadmill, walking slowly and enjoying the music playing on the bluetooth speakers.

Or now, when you're both panting on the floor, sweaty and worn down, discussing which one of the endings for the movie Clue is the best.

"I like when Tim Currry plays the bad guy."

You huff to blow your hair away from your face.

"Doesn't he always? It's predictable."

"More than Ms. Scarlet? Oh, charismatic smart attractive woman can't be good, no."

"It's just sexier when she's also a killer."

"Won't argue with that."

Your hair is still over your eyes and you move to push it away at the same time he does. Knuckles knock together, his hand retracts but you smile. It's not awkward.

Not until Bradshaw bursts into the room, stomping feet and overwhelming body cologne disrupting the moment tragically.

"There you are! With…Hangman. Again."

Jake's proud your closeness gets under the man's skin. It means he sees something in it.

"No need to get your panties in a twist, bud, you too can look like this if you a try a lot, lot, lot harder. Someday. That smell, though, is a hard pass. I'd focus on learning some class."

They're not not friends. It's just easier to keep up the dynamic. (And he's not about to fade into the background just because you two have a more established friendship).

"Boys, please." Belittling. "What do you need, Roo?"

His muscles flex instinctively at the caring turn your tone takes when addressing Bradley directly.

"The caddy." Oh. That's your prized baby. Immediately, a resounding 'no' comes from your lips, and an ironic smile follows it. Jake chuckles to himself. "Please-"

"Give me one good argument and you can have it for an hour."

"An hour? That's-"

"Take it or leave it."

Bradshaw gives you a name. Someone he met at the golf club, or something, but definitely not the girl from the Taco Bell line. Truthfully, he was stupid to send his car to the shop on his day off and now he has no ride for his date. Deal with it, that's what Jake would've said.

"Oh, I do like her. She's hot."

He smiles at your informality, unguarded.

"Very hot."

Bradley is nearly wailing to you.

Despite the comedic sight right in front of him, Jake can't pull his eyes away from you. Normally, Rooster's too loud to ignore, but it's like he's not even there. Instead, he watches your profile as you look up at the fellow aviator, locks sticking to your neck, eyebrow hair a mess, forehead lines stressed in deep thought.

Damp shirt clinging to your waist, perfectly following the curve of your breasts, long enough it almost covers your shorts. Your thighs spill out of them, so inviting to his teeth.

The other man clears his throat, and is met with a daring glare. Yes, I'm eyeing your friend. C'mon, what are you gonna do about it?

But you mistake Bradley's intrusion for impatience, and give him the answer he was hoping for.

"Fine. You dirty it, you clean it." Standing up, you strut to your coat hanging by one of the machines and reach into one of the pockets, pulling out the keys. Before Rooster can take them, you snag them back into your palm, holding his gaze in a threat. "You owe me."

A stupid wide grin on his tanned face and he's thanking you, quickly laying a kiss on your forehead. You recoil, nose twisted up.

"What?"

"The, uhm…The cologne. It is kind of bad."

A vindicated Jake Seresin explodes into laughter from the ground. Your foot digs into his ribs lightly, but he sees the smirk tugging on your lips. A passing moment of camaraderie. Has he mentioned pride yet?

"Really? You too?" Shiny shoulders shrug at him. "How bad is it?"

"Just drive with the windows down, maybe it'll kinda…waft away."

There's a sympathetic look on your face, but the teasing smile never leaves your lips. A supportive friend who knows an idiot when she sees one. You're too nice.

"Or cancel it. I'm sure she has better things to do. And you don't want to make a nice woman throw up on her pretty clothes at the sight of you, do you? Smell! I meant smell."

He can't help himself, displaying what he is sure to be the most insufferable grin Rooster's ever seen.

With a finger wagging between the both of you and a painfully discontended expression, he's about to finally say something about it, but you cut him off. Spinning him around with a snort.

"Go. Before she cancels on you."

He huffs and starts walking away.

Jake is barely one relieved sigh in when the blonde turns back, sprints to your side and hugs you again, making a strong point to kiss your temple and practically rub the cheap smell on you. Your arms are close to your chest, slapping him away and protecting yourself. If it wasn't for your genuine laughter, he would've pushed him off of you.

This time he actually leaves, but not without sending a cutting look to the man on the floor, readjusting the aviators up the bridge of his nose.

You're jokingly scrubbing yourself, pretending to be disgusted. Maybe you would be, if you had seen the territorial intentions of your so-called friend. He wants to say something, almost does, but refrains when he thinks it would come across possessive.

Gathering your stuff to leave, Jake's mind whirls for a reason to keep you around.

"The day has come, Rooster has a date and neither of us do."

Right?

You make a weird face, confused at his sentence. Rooster usually has a date a week, if not more. Certainly more often than you do.

"Uhm, Saturday is right around the corner. And so is the Hard Deck. You'll be fine." His nose twists up the same way yours did moments ago, but he quickly repostures, faint smile on his lips. "Plus, I think he needs it more than you or me."

He stands up now, dragging his feet while he picks up his phone. You've already picked up his bottle for him. Cursing under his breath, the only things he brought to the gym, too efficient. He'll have to think of that next time.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, he gets clingy when he doesn't have a date for too long. As long as he's got a petite blonde to distract him, I don't have to hear his musings about falling in love with the one. Marriage, twins, Golden Retriever, beach house, et al."

You talk about it as if all those terms started with capital letters. Entities. Hence the 'et al'.

The snort that comes out of you is dismissive. Jake sees an opportunity.

"You don't think about that stuff?"

An even more dismissive shrug.

He steps closer, knocking knees almost, towering over you. C'mon. I don't believe you.

You don't cower, rolling your eyes. But relaxed, confident.

"At the risk of sounding like a big fat liar, I swear it's not something I'm actively seeking out. If it happens, sure, great. But it probably won't, it never does. Sometimes I feel like I wasn't born for it. Wired differently, I don't know."

He tilts his head at that. It's a strange way of thinking. Love is the most essential part of being human.

Oh, Maverick said something about that, didn't he? You're scared of getting exposed as something other than holy, as if you surpassed human needs. Maybe you think love is a weakness.

The lack of space makes you uncomfortable, and you call his name. Softly.

"Darlin', you're like everybody else. It'll happen to ya."

"Are we a hundred-percent sure? Maybe I'm, like, immune. Lucky me."

Whispering. He can smell the vanilla from his shake on your breath.

"One of these days, someone will catch your eye and then you'll have to watch your tongue."

Your smile grows so big. He sees the dimples. A pale blotch in your front tooth. Red skin in the crook of your nostrils, likely from the dry air. The tiniest spark in your cloudy eyes. This is the perfect promixity, to him. Maybe closer, if you allowed it.

"Isn't that a quote from Pride and Prejudice?"

His turn to shrug. "I have sisters."

Towel over his shoulder, dramatic exit.

"Sure."

As planned, you follow right behind him. Glad you can't see the dumb grin on his face.

"You stink of Rooster."

"Ugh, dick."

"Since neither of us has plans, want to watch a movie in the TV room tonight?"

If he asked himself months ago if he ever thought of so boldly making that invite he would've laughed, because yeah, of course. The difference is the bumbling hope you'll agree to it.

"How about Clue? Put to test who was right about the best ending. Bet on it?"

Stopping before you need to take different paths, he holds back the urge to say it's a date.

"My kind of girl."

Beautiful, lovely, soul-crushing eyeroll. You shake hands, committing to the bet, and leave with no more words, just painful smiles.

At night, a surprise Phoenix joins you for your movie night. When you're helping him with the popcorn, you whisper something about her being in a bit of a mood, but don't say much else.

You decide to resolve the weird tension by texting Bob, and he now sits on the floor in front of the couch the three of you were sharing.

It's not what he planned, but it's still fun. Since everyone in the room has seen it before, you suggest that they write their favorite ending on a piece of paper so your bet has more weight to it. You and him get one minute and a half at the end to sway the others' opinion to your side.

Natasha lightens up as the movie goes on, and both of you laugh non-stop at the cheesy jokes. Floyd and him laugh at both of you.

"Hey, they are surprisingly timeless for an eighties movie! It's charming."

"Trace, you wouldn't know charm if it knocked you off the air."

Before she can answer, you jump in. "Seresin, a toothpick trick and an over-the-top accent can hardly be called charm. You wouldn't know a scam if it knocked you off your try-hard cowboy boots."

Phoenix's middle finger is in plain sight behind you, and Bob's red from how hard he's giggling. You're innocently sucking on your metal straw, batting eyelashes.

He knows you're going light on him, sees it in your eyes actually looking up at him this time, scouting for his reaction. Gratifying when your nose is scrunched up, corner of your lips raising slightly. Pulling on an invisible string, seeing if he'll pull back.

Jake responds by nodding his head, a toothy grin to show you got him with that one.

"Does it matter that it's a scam, if the reviews are all positive?"

"All?"

Your arms cross in front of your chest, questioning him. He sighs, exaggeratedly.

"If you want to leave a complaint, that's fine, but you gotta try it first, angelfood."

"Gross."

"What Bob said."

Yeah, but he doesn't miss the way your cheek caves in, probably biting the inside so you don't smile for him.

The next few minutes go by like this. Bob makes light commentary that is surprisingly funny, the rest of you chuckle at his words, and Jake throws a subtle, long glance your way. Every time he does, you look back at him, with a sincere tight-lipped smile. Casual. (Except for the hair is his arms standing up when you do it, guaranteeing this is anything but casual. To him, anyway.) Cycle repeats. It's thrilling.

His good mood dies when Rooster walks in. He's not alone in it, though.

As per usual, Bob is the only one who doesn't seem to notice any weird vibes, greeting the new guest with an excited head nod.

Trace readjusts on the seat. Your dimples make an appearance for the spacious figure throwing himself down on the loveseat by the door, but you go back to the movie almost instantly.

Everyone is watching the film quietly, when he finally interrupts.

"Is no one gonna ask about my da-"

"Nobody wants to know, big head."

It's harsh, but controlled, a warning smile on your face. Jake wonders what he's missing. Are you jealous?

"Mhm." Rough fingers massage the old pillow, and he takes a mental note to never touch it again. "She was very receptive…"

A symphony of 'no's and groans rain on Bradshaw, and unfortunately you steal the fluffy cushion Jake was hugging to toss at his head. It's a perfect hit, so maybe not that regrettable.

"Fine, alright, okay!" He laughs, easing himself back in the room's good graces. Most of them. "Hey, Scorch?"

Your mouth is half-full of popcorn, focus back on the TV, trying your best to ignore the nuisance but he doesn't seem to take the hint.

"What?"

"We should talk."

"Now? I'm watching the movie."

Jake finally turns his attention to Rooster, who's already watching him. Oh, I understand. A while ago, he would've waltzed into that room and taken his spot next to you, joking with Trace and Floyd as he was doing. He's jealous.

Strong, uncovered arms stretch across the back of the couch.

Phoenix takes the image in, dark irises boring straight into his eyes and carrying a dying wish to punch him square in the jaw, before looking away with an unreadable expression, but that's hardly atypical.

His gaze shifts to the man on the loveseat. He sits up.

"I forgot to park the caddy in the right spot. That morning California sun is going to be killer."

Rooster basically sings it.

You lean away from the couch and he misses the warmth, just a little. His instinct is to pull you back, snake his free arm around your waist and sit you back down. Instead, he shoves popcorn in his mouth.

"What? Jesus, Bradley! I don't ask for much-"

"We can go now real quick, just gotta show me where it is 'cause I have no idea-"

"Nat knows."

This time, when you sit back, your bare neck - cortesy of your hair being up - skims his arm. Briefly. And then you make a decision, to lean into it, sinking down on the couch.

It's a clear choice. You're staying right here, with him.

He would smile, triumphant, but Trace has a terribly wounded look on her face that means this isn't that simple.

"But-"

You and Phoenix play a dramatically long game of staring before you sigh.

With a pat to his back, you draw Floyd's attention.

"Don't let him cheat."

Pointing to the folded pieces of paper, you don't even look at him before walking out the door, Bradley on your tail.

Natasha turns in right after you leave, and he honestly can't deal with his night turning into a date with Bob. Not that in another life he wouldn't, it's just not worth it if you're not there. Too busy exploring the base's garage with Rooster.

Before they turn off the TV, he asks who won the bet. It doesn't really matter, he just wants an excuse to look for you in the morning.

"Uhm, 'Wadsworth is bad and the gay guy is not actually gay'."

"So she did. Awesome."

"Yeah, I'd like to see you beat her at something other than flying one of these days. Actually, I wouldn't like that. No offense."

"None taken, Bobby."

He mimicks the pat you gave the mousy man before putting the popcorn bowl in the sink and walking to his quarters, admittedly disappointed. He tries to shake it off as he walks the hallways.

Javy's back from his emergency leave tomorrow and despite missing his friend, he is glad to have the room for himself for one more night. Undoubtedly, if Coyote were here right now, he would've called all of his shit out.

You've had this thing with Scorcher since she didn't acknowledge your dart skills that first night at The Hard Deck, remember? And then she predicted Mav's inverted dive move during the exercise. (He remembers your voice going huskier when you said, "Rooster, you might wanna keep your eyes high in the sky".) Then, she didn't flirt back. You've been achingly staring at her across rooms, hoping she'll look back, ever since. Now that you finally got the woman to speak, you refuse to make a move? What are you doing?

Or something like that.

But with no one to put him in his place, the storm happens freely inside his brain.

Your conversation from earlier, everything he learned about you in this very short amount of time, he mulls all of it over.

Not made for love, or whatever you said. He turns roughly on the bed.

It's a clear, screaming sign that says "I won't love you back".

He thinks it's all bullshit, of course. Some pep talk you give yourself to avoid dealing with the real stuff. But he also knows you've been hurt, and love is not a thing you've been shown a lot of.

It's understandable that you'd turn away, deny it. You don't know what's the protocol. And if you can't tell which parts go where, how can you trust it? You might have to ask for help, and that is the last thing you plan on doing.

So you forego love completely.

But anyone would say that not 'doing' love solely because you don't know how is crazy.

To deprive yourself of such an intoxicating experience that spits you back out into life a litte more worn, but also appreciated. Someone loved at least a part of you, as a reward for letting them see it. That feeling is irreplaceable.

Maybe Bradshaw could teach you that. Maybe he can show you all the good sides of love.

A nice date. The first time you get wasted together. Slowly figuring out what makes you so you. What makes you squirm, and whimper, and laugh when you shouldn't.

He knows what this burning in his chest and the hammering in his temple is. He doesn't feel good enough. There's always the better one. Never him.

Even if you were dedicated to finding someone worthy of the sacrifices and efforts demanded by love, you certainly wouldn't do a double take at him. It's not you. (He lets that echo in his mind a couple times. Maybe he'll learn.)

Again, Maverick's words sound off in his head. Easy to enjoy the company of those you know how to feel about. No danger there. There are other feelings in the world. Maybe you don't even like him that much, he entertains you when you're bored, and nothing else. Safe. The thought causes a cold shiver to run down his spine.

He wants to break your shell and drive you crazy. You want him as another work friend.

His point is, you're a complicated person. One he likes, very much. And he doesn't want to scare you away. So he'll keep his adoration quiet for now, forever if he has to, while he works on possibly killing it.

Another girl will come along. Always does. The right one, this time.

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