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asgardwinter · 2 years

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The Divorce (5)

summary | Victor Creel’s house was the description of a haunted house, a true haunted house. Searching for clues you had no idea how they could look like seemed like the most promising line of investigation and it did nothing to make you settle with the anxiety that was building inside. What was it like to be with Vecna’s curse in Vecna’s chosen house?

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pairing | Steve Harrington x fem!Reader

warnings | angst, arguments, hurt/comfort, SEASON 4 SPOILERS (episode 5), tiny bit of fluff, again they’re in love but don’t tell them yet, talks about death (reader), self deprecating talk, Vecna’s Curse, stranger things usual stuff

word count | 4k

author’s note | i’m back with part five!!! (and i figured out there are going to be more than six parts and an epilogue, sorry) i’m also sorry that i’m taking longer to write it because college and work are really taking a turn on me and i’m left with no energy :( i hope you guys like the new chapter! <;33

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You couldn’t sleep for the whole night after you saw the clock.

That fucking clock.

You knew one of the symptoms Max had described you was nightmares — not that you nights were that easy before, specially with the Upside Down problems looming over your shoulder. So it seemed pretty reasonable to just not sleep.

You can’t have nightmares if you’re awake, right?

But it was difficult to run away from Steve’s suspects, he was keeping an eye on you since the graveyard event, since you saw that clock and didn’t tell him. It was just like he was inside your head and wanted you to admit to him things weren’t right.

Because you promised him. Promised he’d be the first to know about any clock you saw.

But you didn’t want to take the focus away from Max and the actual problems. Fuck, you didn’t even had a favourite song to save you, right?

If everything went as planned everything should be solved soon or it wouldn’t be solved at all.

Especially for you.

It had to be about 6am when you were blinking heavily and felt a warm liquid running from your nose.

Your hand was there quickly, preventing it from getting to your mouth or your shirt. With the first rays of sun passing through the basement’s window it was easy to spot the crimson liquid staining your pointer finger. You were up in no time and got to the bathroom, closing the door to avoid any more suspicions.

The cold water cleaned the fresh blood easily, but you still sat down on the ground with your head leaning back to try and stop the bleeding.

Three firm knocks on the door came not too far after you got inside.

“Yeah?” You said in a loud voice without opening your eyes.

“Is everything okay?” Steve’s worried voice echoed inside the bathroom like he was right by your side.

You breathed deeply before answering. “I’m fine!”

“You’re sure?”

You got up and closed the facet right before opening the door to face him. “All good.” Your annoyed tone was enough to make his eyes widen and search for anywhere to look that wasn’t your face.

Standing there in the doorway was a weird place, but you waited for Steve to say anything more or just get out of the way… Damn, the stress was getting a little out of hand. Going against all your expectations, Steve’s eyes locked on you getting more serious every second.

“Look, I know something is wrong.” He started, raising his finger when you already began to defend yourself from the very much right accusations. “I may not be the most intelligent person, but I like to think I still know you. I’m here if you need me.”

His eyes carried a hundred more comfort words you couldn’t make out, just feel. It was overwhelming to say the least, all the goodness in his eyes, everything Steve could make you feel with only a few words. It made you want to spill everything that was inside your head and hide into his arms.

It was unfair, because you weren’t together anymore. Everything should be buried deep down, forgotten and healed but it clearly wasn’t, at least not for you.

You didn’t even know if you wanted to run away or try to find out if it felt the same for him, if his worry was fruit from the unspoken and lingering love you felt or just some mutual respect you developed for the past three days after that first unsettling encounter. Steve chose to follow Nancy after all, right? He was trying to get away from you and the kids but it was already explained… Would he lie to you to hide the fact he was still in love with Nancy Wheeler?

That was not something the Steve you dated would do, so all you could do was hope it was just your paranoia.

You were lost in your thoughts for good seconds to make the situation a bit uncomfortable for Steve that wasn’t aware of your inner monologue.

“I know.” You finally answered, shaking away the slightly sad face. Your hand found his that secured him leaning on the threshold without even thinking, but you needed to hold it. “I know, Stevie. We just have bigger problems now. But… We’ll talk, okay?”

He didn’t look excited by your response but yet nodded his head. His thumb traced small designs in your hand, like Steve didn’t want to let you physically go.

“Hey there, you guys are coming? We need to get going right now!” Dustin shouted from the top of the stairs making the soft atmosphere dissipate very easily.

“Let’s go then.” Steve said, making a gesture for you to go first.

The start of another lovely day to fight some monsters.

…

“Yeah, that's not creepy.” Steve was the first to break the silence as the group faced the abandoned house that once belonged to Victor Creel.

The whole house was sealed with nails and wood clapboards, closing the windows and all the doors to prevent any invasions. Nancy had brought two hammers in the car to help with the whole “getting inside process”.

“What exactly are we supposed to be looking for in this shithole?” Steve asked as he helped Nancy with the board that covered the front door.

“We're not sure.” She answered him. “We just know this house is important to Vecna.”

“Because Max saw it in Vecna's red soup mind world?” Steve kept trying to rationalize it for some reason.

“Basically.” Nancy was tired of his questioning so she was brief.

“Great.” He mumbled under his breath, changing focus to the task of getting inside the house.

“Maybe it holds a clue to where Vecna is.” Dustin decided to get in the conversation. “Why he's back. Why he killed the Creels. And how to stop him before he comes back for Max.”

“I just think this is the best clue we got till now, right? It’s better than having nothing.” It was your time to mutter, winning the attention of only a few members of the group that were near you.

“We… don't think he's in here, do we?” Lucas asked, a bit unsure.

“Guess we'll find out.” Max responded.

Nancy and Steve quickly let the wood board go and fell to the floor, exposing the stained glass with the figure of a rose right in the center of it.

It was creepy to say the least.

You felt colder than before, the same sensation you got at that moment when you were leaving the graveyard, those goosebumps down your spine that were far from pleasant. There was no voice you could hear but you could almost feel it telling you weren’t supposed to be there or anywhere near it.

“It's locked.” Steve announced the obvious. “Should I knock, see if anybody's home?”

“No need.” Robin shouted with a large brickstone in her hand. “I found a key.”

What a key… The glass shattered very easily with it, taking the bottom half of the rose away with the brick. Steve was the one to get his hand through the opening and open the house from the inside. The door creaked so much it was obvious it had been closed for a long long time.

Lucas tried to turn on the light unsuccessfully. “Looks like someone forgot to pay their electric bill.”

You walked near Dustin and Steve, getting the flashlight you hung on your belt before getting out of the car.

“Where'd everyone get those?” Steve inquired, looking at the flashlights everyone carried like he was left out.

“Do you need to be told everything?” Dustin was as soft as always with his tone. “You're not a child.”

You laughed at the situation, getting their attention. Extending your hands towards Dustin’s backpack, he let you hold it and take an extra flashlight out and hand it to Steve.

“Thank you.” Your ex-boyfriend whispered and you flashed him a smile, leaving Dustin’s bag in the ground so you could get it later when you left the house.

“They just left everything.” Nancy said as she took a look around with Robin.

“I guess a triple homicide isn't good for resale value.” Robin had a point with her snarky comment.

You took a look around by yourself, stopping on your tracks when you saw it.

The grandfather clock, the same as the day before.

Just that this time felt so much more real, the ticking was louder in your head and it looked… in place, like it belonged there.

“Hey, guys?” You could still hear Max while in trance? That was weird. “You all see that, right?”

“Yeah.” Dustin’s voice was there too.

“Yeah.” Steve was the one to make you realize it was real, that the clock was actually inside the house. That it was the inspiration for the one that appeared in your head.

“Yeah.” You muttered weakly, stepping away from it.

“Is this what you saw? In your visions?” Nancy asked Max.

“I mean, it's… just a clock. Right?” Robin said, stepping closer to it, which you clearly wouldn’t advise her to do. The last thing wanted was to touch that thing and make it feel a thousand more times real than it already was. “Like a normal old clock.”

"Everything can be normal until you're seing it in weird places." You mumbled.

“Why is this wizard obsessed with clocks?” Steve raised a question. “Maybe he's, like, a clockmaker or something?”

“I think you cracked the case, Steve.” Dustin’s voice was dripping with irony, making Steve look at him with a slight shade of anger.

“All I know is the answers are here. Somewhere.” Nancy announced dramatically before going down to business. “Okay, everyone stay in groups of two. Or three.” She added before looking at you. “Robin, Y/n, upstairs.”

“Come on. Let's go.” Max got Lucas’ hand and pulled him to follow her out of the room.

You followed the girls up the stairs leaving Steve and Dustin arguing behind you. They decided to go for the main bedroom, it looked like it came straight from a horror movie with everything in place but looking almost ghostly.

“Wow, this bed looks comfortable.” You mocked looking at the silky sheets that had already incorporated all the dust.

“It once was for sure.” Robin said, looking around the room.

The door to the bathroom was slightly closed, so you used your feet to kick it and look at more dust and webs that were starting to worry you and making you feel like the spiders were crawling over your skin and getting under your clothes.

“Hey.” Nancy called you, making you look at her in shock. “Anything over there?”

“Nothing, just a tub with three generations of a family of spiders.”

“Ew!” Robin widened her eyes. “Remember me to stay away from that bathroom.”

You kept looking in silence, Robin making a comment or two just to stop it from getting too uncomfortable — or too scary.

“Hey, Y/n.” Robin called you when you went to look in the same place in one that once was a young girl’s room. “Please be kind to Steve. He… He looks at you in the very same way he did back in July.”

“What?” You looked confused by the way she started the conversation out of the blue.

“He still loves you.” She went right to the point.

“I… To be honest I thought he was going for Nancy after the trailer park stunt and all.” You avoided looking straight at her, devoting all your attention to the cracks in the wall and floorboards.

“No, he spent the whole time we were inside the library complaining about how you didn’t seem shaken to see him.” Your eyes crossed with Robin’s after that revelation, a silent way to ask “What?” just to make sure she wasn’t playing with you. “And I have reason to believe you…”

“Yeah, right.” You went back to your careful examination of the structure of the place. You didn’t want to expose yourself to her, it wasn’t like your talks in the backroom of Scoops Ahoy.

Now she was Steve’s best friend and she wanted what was best for him, you could understand that and it made you happy to know Steve had someone who had his back here.

You hadn’t. And even lost the few who could’ve stayed with the breakup and the departure back in July 1985.

“Just… be kind with him, okay?” She asked one more time.

“I will.” You promised Robin, because you didn’t want to shatter Steve Harrington, it was the last thing you wanted to do. “I care about him way more than I should.”

“I bet he does the same.” Robin granted and she… she couldn’t be more right if you thought about the words that kept echoing through your mind if you let the fear of Vecna go for more than two seconds.

The way you jumped with the noise that came from the hallway made the floorboards creak a bit more intensely. You went quickly out of the room before exchanging worried looks, to check on what the hell was happening in that house. You found Steve and Nancy trying to take a spider out of his hairs, his voice raised a bit with every word.

“If there's a spider, you're never gonna find it till it lays eggs and the babies spill out.” Robin mocked him, exchanging a smug face with her friend.

“What's wrong with you?” Was all he could manage as a response. “Robin, seriously. She's got problems.” Steve mumbled the last part so only you and Nancy could hear.

“Tell me about it.” Nancy added.

“I missed her, though.” You confessed, looking at her walking forward and noticing it was true.

You wanted to go back and just make small talk with her in the backroom of the ice cream shop. And maybe help her with teasing Steve’s antiques with his stupid hat.

“It's cool you two are friends now.” Steve commented to Nancy, she only smiled a bit and went to follow Robin, leaving you alone with him.

“It's not like we're dating.” Steve said out of the blue. “Me and Robin. Not like we're dating.”

“I know, Steve.” You granted it, you just didn’t feel romantic tension between them. Love was there for sure but it was just… friendship.

“She told you? That we're not…?”

“She didn’t need to. You both look like brother and sister by the way you act with each other.” You explained, containing a laugh. “You sure argue like family.”

“It’s just… Robin is so…”

“If you say annoying you’re only going to confirm my theory.”

He laughed at you even if he didn’t want to show joy at you joking at his face. “You didn’t change one bit.”

It was an innocent comment but it sort of hit you hard, like everything you had before the Starcourt Battle was still there and like Steve was still seeing you as the one he loved back there. But you knew the truth, you knew you weren’t the same — there was a reason you two had broken up after all…

But you smiled at him anyway.

“You’re just the same.” He continued, eyes focused on you like they could see your soul. “But you’re still weak, right?” That made you uneasy, it sounded so off for Steve to say something like that, it didn't fit his voice. “You still push everyone away without warning, as I can see. Was it that easy to leave me behind?”

“What? No…Steve…” You tried to speak but the words would come to you, your mind was just a thunderstorm of mixed thoughts you couldn’t separate in any comprehensible form of communication. “I… It hurted so much to let you go.”

“So why did you do it?” He was ruthless to shoot that question right in that moment. “I needed you back there and where were you? You were breaking up with me and moving out of Hawkins.”

“Steve, we both agreed that we couldn’t have stayed together like that. We were no good for each other and…”

“That’s what you wanted to make me believe.” Steve accused you, his index pointing right at your face making you retreat in yourself. “You only wanted the easy way out, right? You were never suited for all the shit we go through in Hawkins, should just stay in the dark like the rest of the city. You just can’t deal with it, am I right?”

The tears flowed down your cheeks and there was no way to stop it, you were shrunken against the wall and Steve’s hands were starting to get weird, bigger fingers and burnt flesh replacing his features, a face without clear skin.

A terrifying face looking right back at you.

Vecna’s face.

“Y/n.” Vecna said your name in that scary slurred voice of his making you want to run as fast as you could even if you didn’t have anywhere to go. “Your time is coming. It’s always easy to use the weak link as a plan B.”

You slipped in the wall to the left to get away from him and close to any door you could find to put between you and Vecna, but you only fell back in the place you were standing before, stepping carelessly to the left because you suddenly lost your balance. If it wasn’t for Steve that was holding your cheeks firmly with his hands — when did that happen? — you wouldn’t be up.

“Oh, thank god! You’re back…” He was going to say some more things but your hand went to his mouth to stop the words from coming out and calling more attention.

“Did you call anyone here?” You asked him with a serious face, but the hurried steps getting closer answered it for you.

“Is everything okay?” Robin was there out of her breath, followed by Nancy and Dustin that were on the same floor.

You breathed deep to keep your act before turning to face them. “I’m good, I just tripped over one of these terrible floorboards and my feet got stuck. But it’s already solved. Steve got a bit too worried about it.”

They looked around to analyze the scene and it was weird. Even with the good act you fought to keep it was hard to believe, Steve’s shouts were too desperate and it didn’t fit with only a fall.

“Yes.” Steve freed his mouth from your hand and confirmed the story without an ounce of plainess. “I was just… on edge.”

They stood there for a few more moments at the door, but there was nothing to say if you guys didn’t want to say anything. It wasn’t like it was a vacation and everyone could go after some gossip, it was literally a mission in a haunted house inside the city everyone had grown up.

The moment they left you let Steve go fully, trying to ground yourself but it was hard when the house was so similar to its darker version you saw in your head.

“It has already happened, right?” Steve didn’t have to wait for the answer to know the truth, everything was already perfectly clear inside his head. “Fuck, Y/n! You promised you’d tell me!”

“I couldn’t, all right? I… I couldn’t take the focus away from Max. I’m the one who needs to keep her safe and not make everyone worry about me.” You continued the argument in the shushed voice.

“When did you see the clock?” His hands were on your shoulders now,keeping you steady and keeping you close. You were afraid Vecna would do his little trick again. “For the first time?”

“Yesterday at the graveyard.”

“I knew it. I fucking knew something was wrong!” Steve was mad, but even with all the madness that was your head at that moment you could see it wasn’t really directed at you. It was directed at him for not pushing it.

“I’m sorry.” And you were being completely honest with him. “I’m so sorry, Steve.”

He took a deep breath before talking. And one more just to make sure. “It doesn’t really matter right now. But I’m not leting you go through this alone and let you just kill yourself. We’re telling the others…”

“No. No!” You cut him, hissing the words because you could hear steps approaching. “I don't want you to tell them. We’re not going to tell them. That’s final!”

“Okay.” Steve said bitterly, looking around like he would find the solution in that old haunted dusty room. “I won’t tell him. But we are going first thing after we go out from here to the trailer park and we’re getting a tape of your favorite record.” You were going to argue but he didn’t let you even start. “There’s no way you are talking me out of this, if you say no I’ll tell everyone the second I see them. You’re walking with that in your pocket now and that’s final.”

It was weird, having him deciding things so seriously like that, so decided to keep you safe. “I care about you way more than I should”, the words echoed through your head bringing you a small comfort to your still racing heart.

“I think he’s changing his modus operandi or something.” You told Steve that looked back at you even more worried if it was even possible. “I only saw the clock once, and now he talked to me? I… I don’t know what he’s trying to do here.”

“He talked to you?” He asked in shock.

“Yeah. Said something about me being a plan B.” You decided to just spill everything to Steve, he already knew the worst part, there was nothing to do about it.

“So Max might be plan A…” He tried to form something but apparently it was way too hard. “We need everyone to analyze the new information, if we just tell Dustin…”

“No.” You were firm in your decision.

“It might help us understand.”

You had no idea why Steve was still trying to reason it with you, but it got somewhere. What if what you were hiding was vital information and it could help solve everything? What if by keeping it you were endangering the kids even more?

“Okay, Steve. We tell them but not right now.” You placed your cards on the table waiting for him to accept it or not. “This is final.”

It wasn’t the best, it wasn’t what he wanted, but if it was all he could get to try to save you he would grab it with everything he had. “Deal.”

You shook hands like you were trading something that wasn’t this life threatening, still touching eachother even when the handshake was supposed to end. His other hand came to the back of your neck to find support, the brown eyes were looking at you with such devotion you only ever saw there.

“Guys! Come here now!” Max shouted, getting you out of the pretty eye’s spell.

“Hm, we need to go.” You said, untangling your hand from his and walking towards the stairs. He followed you closely and you found everyone in the old dining room looking up at a blinking chandelier.

“It's like the Christmas lights.” Nancy said, eyes glued to the orange glow.

“The Christmas lights?” Max asked.

“Yeah, when Will was in the Upside Down, the lights… came to life.” Nancy explained it.

“Vecna's here.” Dustin said. “In this house.”

“Just on the other side.” Lucas added to it.

Steve looked at you preoccupied, the serious expression was still there and it only got stronger with the fact that you now knew that Vecna was sort of there. It was like you were talking through eyes only, his saying “Be more careful” and yours trying to keep him calm while saying “There isn’t really much to do”.

The light blinked even more until they shut down for good.

“I think he just left the room.” Robin said as everybody looked around just as if searching for a ghost.

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"Trade Today For Tomorrow" (LYUTDIDverse) Fic Notes

Trade Today For Tomorrow and it’s follow-up fic, Check My Chest (Am I Still Breathing?) are done! These were doozies that I kind of went a bit manic writing so it’s good to have them out of my brain lol

Trade Today For Tomorrow (Main fic):

⦁ No epilogue section in the fic notes this time since well, I kind of already wrote that, and also there’s so many endless possibilities to cover I couldn’t narrow it down, but there’s some stuff scattered throughout this fic notes too.

⦁ I posted the playlist ahead of the rest of the fic, but I didn’t actually assemble it until I was like halfway through the main fic because I was going through a major update to my music library at the time. For the first part of the fic, I instead listened to my (semi-generic) heartbreak playlist, which drivers license ended up being pulled from.

⦁ It’s the Temple of the Stars because they’re star-crossed lovers, you get it? Lol, well, only partially. Stars are kind of a thing in my fics, usually something I have be part of Etheria’s religious beliefs inspired by the loss and reappearance of them in canon, so for this fic that just worked out really well.

⦁ I mention “the old lines” of other reincarnating lives and Catra basically offhand thinking this whole process is a hassle and she could understand not redeclaring, but she quickly figures out that in the modern age, holy fuck you want to redeclare. It’s easy to reach out, easy to travel, and without it you will have a lot of difficult passing stuff on. The process is also a lot easier the second time. They have to establish so much when first building a reincarntor’s profile, but after that it’s just keeping it up to date. The old lines that do still exist have figured out ways and mostly are clinging onto not-so-relevant reasons not to come back often (they also haven’t visited in a while and realized how much easier this is now and how much less it makes you like, a political target now its not the feudal era or whatever) but a lot of them have also died out. It’s like immortals: there’s only so much the soul can take, and eventually it won’t want to come back. There is some speculation that there is a finite number of people who can reincarnate. The much-theorized number is there are only 9 reincarnating souls in existence at any one time, but it’s literally impossible to know since they have never had a summary of all the individuals throughout history with the ability and they have no proof even one of them has stopped reincarnating rather than just choosing to go underground and not declare anymore — not to mention someone from 600 years ago could pop up today claiming to be a totally different person and a brand new reincarnation based solely on their last life that no one knows is tied to their original (yes, this has happened, both undetected and speculated, rightfully and wrongfully) which could fudge the numbers. The 9 number is mostly touted due to its religious significance.

⦁ Adora was basically locked down for the rest of Catra’s mortal lifespan. She wasn’t going to move on until any chance of them meeting again was gone. When she had eternity to waste, that was a surprisingly easy commitment to make.

⦁ Adora started wearing her hair down more a bit after Catra left, trying to make changes and distance herself from their relationship. She always thought about Catra teasing her over her ponytail as she put it up, or about how she would take it down when she wanted her hands in her hair. Now she mostly wears it down or half-up with a low ponytail at the back of her head like that one fanart ND Stevenson did.

⦁ Adora is 100% right that Catra leaving saved their eternity together. She wouldn’t have survived Catra’s depression killing her. If Catra had somehow managed to pull herself out of it, they would have had several rocky years, and then the possibility of happiness for a while, but losing Catra even to a natural death would have been it as well: all Adora wanted was a mortal life with her wife, and that’s what she would have gotten. Not knowing when Catra died is what stopped her from having the chance for that grief to hit, no matter when it happened, because it would have always been wondering and then “she’s probably gone” and then “she’s definitely gone,” but it all would have been a slow build.

⦁ Alright, Catra’s moms names. I pretty much immediately knew I wanted cat-related/pun names because that’s very in line with the rest of the names in this universe. Felina comes from the off-brand doll because I thought that was hilarious. Leona is the name meaning lion (brave lioness) that I knew off the top of my head and I poked around at others but ended up settling on it.

⦁ Catra’s “first” word being ‘go’ was because she loved to give orders as a baby. Which was very precious when it was a shockingly cognizant baby being very clear about her wants and needs and then made a lot more sense in retrospect.

⦁ Catra’s parents never told her about the ‘ora ‘ora (Adora) thing after they realized what it was because they thought it might hurt.

⦁ Catra’s parents also, unbeknownst to Catra, did try to use search engines to find Adora pre-social media and didn’t turn her up. They tried again a few years late, but Adora only had a Facebook then and they didnt find it. After that, they didn’t try again since Catra was a teenager and it was up to her if she wanted to try to find her. If her parents had found Adora, they would have had to debate what to do then. It was kind of “we’ll cross that bridge when it comes to it” thing but it never came to it.

⦁ When it comes to Catra’s mental development and making friends, she was in this weird place where she “was forty” but her brain also hadn’t developed to that point. She had stuff like needing to recalibrate her brain’s reward logic and behavior straddling the line of a mature child and, well, an adult. She knew stuff like calculus but suddenly had a lot of trouble wrapping her brain around it. This meant she only related to “other kids” when she was really young and her past life knowledge hadn’t fully come in. Elementary through high school she just didn’t relate to other kids, preferring adults who knew what she was and tolerated her weird in-between behavior. Not a lot of adults want to treat a kid as an equal, after all, and Catra was very much “eight and forty seven,” not just “forty seven.” When she hit college, she finally hit the point where the people around her were maturing enough for her to relate to them even if she was sixty and done developing at that point. She also reached the point where older adults were more willing to hang out with her and see her as equal. All-in-all, the first twenty years or so are kind of rough, but after that point everything evens out.

⦁ Because of her weird place in life, Catra spent a lot of time at the temple, both because she met her tutors there and because she got emotional/psychological counseling there. A lot of Catra’s early life was part of the temple, which is why she petulantly thought it was all too much. In later lives she leans more towards establishing herself there and doing tutoring wherever she happens to be.

⦁ The “things” Catra learned about herself during puberty ranged. It could be stuff like “oh, that’s a normal biological impulse for us, giving into it when it won’t cause problems is actually important for managing stress levels” to ridiculously basic shit like “getting pets is an important serotonin source and you should be getting a minimum” (like hugs) and the really, really embarrassing (like “you didn’t know you have a heat?”). Originally part of Catra’s tirade was “I’m lucky I’m a lesbian” but I excluded that because I couldn’t find a way to phrase it (and make it fit) that was gender inclusive because the real thing is “I’m lucky I’m a lesbian and have only been with you” since it could have caused problems if she had been with a trans woman.

⦁ The rest of the cutoff line “Is Adora-“ is “Is Adora proposing again?”

⦁ The stained-glass window hanging Adora mentions Catra getting her was a gift back when things were good. It was a tableau of the moons and stars. Later, it just became a reminder of the tie between Adora’s immortality and the moonlight, something Catra couldn’t stand to look at. It went from a touching and beautiful gift to something stuffed in a drawer. After she was gone, it was almost as painful to look at as their wedding ring.

⦁ Religion for the magicats is kind of weird. It’s more of a life philosophy than a strict religion. There have been many books written for it, all evolving over time and taking differing stances on certain parts. They don’t exactly have a bible or canon, just general teachings based on their personal beliefs. Their “religion” includes myths, but more in the sense of folklore than anything else. The temple doesn’t serve god(s), but rather inner fulfillment. Like most Etherians, they believe life came from the stars, and so they celebrate them, but it’s more like cosmic Mothers’ Day than worship. As such, they have their meetings in the evenings as the stars and moons emerge. I called them sundown sermons because Alliteration, but they’re more like lectures on different aspects of life and healthy habits (stuff from “be kind to your neighbors” to “lets talk about the struggles of addiction” to “forming positive thinking habits” and occasionally telling their folklore or history stories). The temple exists to preserve their stories as well as artifacts and history, but during the day it’s mostly a support center. The priestesses counsel people through personal problems, relationships, health struggles, things like addiction, and more. As such, Leona inviting Adora to visit it with them was less like “deal with this weird religion for two hours so we can take pictures” and more like “attend support group where you don’t have to talk for two hours and then meet everyone who helped us raise Catra. And we’ll take pictures.” When she said “I know you aren’t religious” that was partially to assure her it wouldn’t be anything conversion-y and partially because she knew Adora didn’t ascribe to the magicat life philosophy personally (though her personal beliefs do hold a decent amount of overlap).

⦁ The name for the series (“Love You Until The Day I Die (And Then Do It Again)”) is inspired by the song “Until The Day I Die” by Morgan Saint that’s in the fic’s playlist (linked at the end of this post). None of the lyrics fit exactly on their own but it’s heavily based off the chorus.

Check My Chest (Am I Still Breathing?) (Snippets fic):

⦁ I really wanted to include this scene with Adora in the fic but it would only make sense to have immediately after the scenes that take place in her loft after they reunite, and Catra’s next scene messed with that, so in the end wanting to write that was one of the big factors in doing a follow-up. I also wanted to include the ring stuff, but the graduation and Adora starting to wear her ring again felt like the right place to leave off the main fic, so the snippet fic let me do that.

⦁ I considered having there just be a second chapter to the main fic for the snippets, but… I also wasn’t sure I wanted to do this snippets all in one fic, and I wanted to leave room to possibly add more on later (not that I’m planning it at all, I just went weirdly insane on this project, so building in the ability to do that made since) which is why I went with a second fic.

⦁ The scene with Catra in her city planning class is based off of two things: the struggles of older generations of the LGBT community that face erasure, and city planner Robert Moses. The bar that Catra mentions is the same one their photo was taken in back in the main fic.

⦁ When Catra hits her late twenties in their second life, Adora starts getting kind of nervous because like, what if they’re in cycles and her depression comes back? Nothing ends up happening and when Catra hits 31 specifically, past the depression together and past when she left last time, she just wakes up one morning and it’s a ridiculous amount of relief. They have ridiculous morning snuggles that day.

⦁ The whole fic I wrote knowing Catra was a mechanic in her past life, working on becoming a mechanical engineer, and that Adora had gradually transitioned through office work until she was a project manager, but it just never came up aside from mentioning Catra’s mechanic manuals, so I’m glad some of it got into the fic notes. I think Adora gradually climbs her way up in the corporate world until she’s like, just below executive. Having to keep up with trends and the business environment (in addition to just having Catra in her life, who tends to live like a mortal/on a mortal schedule due to the way her life is broken up) helps keep her present in the current time rather than letting the years just kind of flow by. Having a job that pays well also helps with Catra’s life cycles (paying for her early years, sometimes having to move for where she’s reborn, supporting her when she can’t find work due to “looking to young” or when she has to do re-education to keep up with current knowledge/technology that changed while she was young, supporting her health when she’s older, etc) and things like inflation effecting what they have already accrued. Living forever is really expensive.

⦁ No matter how many families Catra has, even if they’re a lesbian couple, everyone who comes after her second life is either “her parents” or “her birth parents” (if she doesn’t get along with them). No one else will ever be “her moms.” That’s just for Leona and Felina. She considers them her “true” family and everybody else a kind of extended family.

⦁ I never included it in the fic (it was going to be in the snippets but… was too sad), but the reason Leona and Felina were in their forties when they had Catra is because they did have a kitten when they were in their late twenties/early thirties, but she was unhealthy and died when she was just a year old. They took a long time to heal from that before trying again (this time swapping, because they were worried about some kind of genetic problem and losing another kid, so Leona was the one who got pregnant for Catra). When they got Catra, they considered her a blessing no mater what, and that’s part of why they became such amazing parents for her weird situation.

⦁ I was going to include some scenes across Catra’s future reincarnations but honestly? It ended up feeling to sad even though they weren’t sad about it, I just find living forever to be a depressing idea lol. It’s part of why I said I’d never do an AU like this until I had this insane idea. That said, there was some important logistical stuff those scenes were going to cover, so here it is:

⦁ Reincarnation/Redeclaring process: Basically, the first time a reincarnator comes to the temple, the priestesses draw up a whole profile on them. Psychological, biographical, etc. They also set a passphrase with the individual. Now, sometimes the memory of that passphrase is recovered later than other memories, so it isn’t essential, you can just go and say who you are and list off as much of the information you do remember as possible, however it makes the process a hell of a lot easier. The process is partially a religious thing and partially a legal thing, but the religious part of it grants it a lot of exceptions (stuff Catra alludes to when she says legally no one can discriminate on her resume because it has been verified by the temple and that’s religious discrimination). Then there’s a test, which mostly is based on stuff you’ve done/said in the past (like “have you ever lived in Bright Moon,” “when was your first life,” etc with some philosophical questions thrown in). There is no automatic fail or win condition — aside from not resembling the person you’re supposed to be, anyway — you just try to verify as much information as you can. The priestesses also have lots of pictures of Catra throughout her various ages to compare her appearance, as well as her fingerprints. This process used to be a lot more spiritual and religion-based ("here’s ten stones, the real Catra would pick the right one" kind of shit), but over time it has morphed to a mostly practical one. There was a whole drive to reinvent and simplify it when almost no one was coming back to them anymore because old betrayals had driven them away. Said betrayals are things like the temple denying someone their redeclaring not because they actually thought they were an impostor but for political, religious, or even greedy reasons. Also once or twice verifying an impostor. The temple isn’t known for a history of corruption (it’s not the Catholic church, basically), but no institution is entirely unstained of it and over hundreds of years of history, there are bound to be some scandals. At the end of the testing, the priestesses jointly fill out paperwork with the new reincarnation declaring they have vetted and verified who they are, this individual is actually named [x] and [x] years old, they’re entitled to their old possessions and holdings, and they can be legally emancipated. Reincarnations are in this strange legal scenario where they can argue that they should be able to act independently as they are an adult but can also be argued against in the sense that they still need guardianship because their brain is mentally developing no matter the experience in their memories. It’s a strange place to be that there isn’t much legal precedent for in the modern system, but emancipation deals with some potential problems from that. Having immortals who know all her reincarnations also helps Catra out in the sense of there’s someone who would know better than the priestesses, who might not have ever met her old self (they easily could not have been born yet the last time she was there), and her friends will advocate on her behalf if there’s problems and — even when the temple is fully supporting and helpful — help her with stuff as basic as getting there when the temple doesn’t have the resources or authority to do so.

⦁ Okay, so, I thought about it. I had to. Sometimes when Catra gets reborn, her new family isn’t accepting. They don’t believe her because they wanted a young kitten and this would ruin that, or they’re uncomfortable with her being kind of older than them, or they just don't like her rejecting the name (and identity) they gave her, etc. That can be surmounted, though. In order to start the redeclaring process, all Catra needs to do is get in touch with either the temple or Adora. Preferably Adora, because she can and will drive to wherever Catra is to get her and bring her to the temple. Once she redeclares, she can be free of her family completely if necessary. Catra prefers to stay with her families in her younger years (as much as she is loath to admit it, what she needs at that time is parents, not anyone that she wants to be equals with), but sometimes it's just not a healthy option. If it's not healthy, she might stay with family from her last life if they're still around, or one of her other immortal friends, and Adora is a (temporary) fallback even though they agreed in Catra's first second-life that it's not ideal. Adora would rather chop off her own leg than let Catra be left in a bad situation again and Catra isn't about to sit back and let herself be mistreated, so they make it work however they have to. Most of the time, though, it's fine. Catra's parents are usually bewildered-but-trying and good enough. Adora can make things easier by doing stuff like arranging and paying for Catra's tutoring, trips to the temple for her declaring or counseling, etc so Catra's unusual situation is less stressful on them and their relationship can be as healthy as possible. Adora is there as a fallback but mostly steps back unless needed during Catra's younger years, though they still try to establish that first "I'm okay" contact as soon as possible and check in regularly. Catra is really lucky to have immortals in her corner. This would all be way harder if she had to rely on always either having understanding families or being able to reach the temple (another reason the other reincarnating magicats have figured out ways to do things on their own). Adora is kind of her trump card. Adora always tries to keep the same phone number, email, physical address, everything from when Catra dies so she can easily reach her when she’s cognizant enough to. The difficulty of carrying anything through life is also made so much easier when you have a wife who can inherit/manage all your shit for you, not to mention immortal friends who will step up and take care of you when you’re born in a bad situation, as well as provide emotional support.

⦁ On another final note, Catra treats her reincarnations like a continuation of her last life. A lot of the other reincarnators treat it as doing life again. Some of them don’t ever tell anyone it’s their second+ life, they just go through it like normal mortals and then do it again. Maybe if Catra didn’t have immortal friends, she would be more inclined towards that, but she always wants to reestablish herself young and to grow with each life. She generally treats her child/teen years as extended vacation, but she still wants to be recognized for who she is even as she goes through her mental development.

Original Outline:

Okay so my initial plan saw Adora and Catra missing each other entirely for one life, so for like 100 years or something Adora is just living with the “she’s probably dead, now she’s definitely dead” but that was wayyyyy too much in a fic that was already too much. I cried writing the first part and only started recovering once Catra was reborn so I went Nope this is happy now, this is where it all turns around.

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So I’m not 100% certain, but I’m pretty sure my next fic is gonna be a kind of interesting AU because it’s a style I haven’t done before. It’s called Children of the Crystal and it’s a bunch of one-shots taking place in the same universe over time, but largely unrelated and telling small stories, not one epic. Think in the style of my Outside of the War series. That's the one I've got on the backburner right now but we'll see what happens.

#TTFT #fic notes #ficmeta

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thatoneawkwardfanthing · 1 month

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I realized I haven't actually talked about the epilogue animatic yet, just reblogged some stuff. I have so many feelings about it so uhhh

Spoilers below (it's also definitely out of order because I haven't watched it in a few days. Still can't without CRYING)

"We buried our friends today" okay ouch. Following it up immediately with that shit of Nora breaking down? CRIMINAL

The fact that Ren was talking to Jaune about how much he held them together and how he wished he was there hurt

Oscar/Oz actively fighting the merge is exact what I want! Let that little boy free!

Mercury having that same hesitation that Emerald did in V3 cmon let my wlw mlm besties be reunited

I haven't finished the two Vacuo books, but I know The Crown is BAD NEWS BEARS

Winter Schnee how I wish I could hug you so close. You did your best and genuinely thought Ironwood would come to his fucking senses it's not your fault!

The Renora parts of this really hurt my heart I love them so much you don't understand.

OOBLECK AND PORT MY FAVORITE OLD MEN and wait WDYM Vale's gone? Hello?

WHERE'S TAIYANG?!?

Qrow being optimistic and saying an old friend taught him that? And then it showing Clover's pin? STOP IT WE KNOW HE DIED AND THEY WERE GAY LOVERS PLEASE

As much as I HATE Raven, I do think that the second she felt her connection to Yang come back, she was there, breaking her "one save" rule. Maybe we'll see her try to make amends if/when V10 is made. Also really want to see Ruby going off on her because SHE KNOWS WHERE SUMMER WENT THAT NIGHT!

Where's anyone from Menagerie? Blake's parents? Illia? The faction of the White Fang that follows Ghira?

I know a lot of it is gonna be different in V10, but I'm sure the key points (them talking to the grave, Vale being gone, etc) will still be there.

I'm holding out hope and RWBY Beyond is also really doing a great job at telling more of the story. It really feels like Monty's saying of "Keep Moving Forward" is what's at the forefront of everyone's mind and I love that.

#rwby #rwby spoilers #rwby9 #v9 animatic

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davekat-sucks · 5 months

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After reading your recent posts about wanting to distance yourself from homestuck eventually makes me feel bad too send asks because it means more homestuck is being streamlined to you

About a year ago i dropped homestuck after losing interest once again (this happens on and off) and only got into it recently because i currently can't really play video games at the moment so i ended up returning to homestuck. I think a big reason why i can get back into it so easily is because its FREE all you need is an internet connection and you get the massive amount of content from the comic and fandom, there's just soo much too engaged with even if it's not all good. Despite all my problems with Homestuck i still do like it but one thing i wish is What Pumpkin would just let it go, HS2 and Hiveswap are dumpster fires. It feels like they're milking a dead cow, this series would be better off if the poor decision making stopped at the comic itself. I just want it to be left untouched by a company and have it be supported by the love of the fanbase. I'm homestucked out but i like the character enough and shipping them as well will probably keep me hooked for awhile.

I guess I'll throw in what i was originally going too say anyway. I think homestuck took a massive drop in writing quality after murderstuck. Like why is everyone just standing on the meteor? You guys aren't going to get more serious after all that? Was there any reason as to why no one could've texted John or Jade while separated? I genuinely don't remember there being a reason. I thought Kanaya coming back to life was stupid, the Gamzee and Terezi thing gross, Rose being an alcoholic then drunk making out with Kanaya also being gross, Karkat and Dave being bystanding asshole during all this, Wayward Vagabond being practically a stuffed animal, like what is this? After murderstuck you could definitely feel the decline but there where some decent moments spread out afterwards with Caliborn being the main one stealing the show. I think Hussie really liked Caliborn, you can tell he had so much fun writing him. I like to believe Hussie went wild with Caliborn because he could get away with all the edgy stupid stuff with him because he's a villain, Hussie had obviously gave into the demands of the fans and i think even he got tired of it, Caliborn was the perfect blank slate for him to have some real freedom in writing again, Caliborns character is really in line with Hussies older sense of humor. Despite still giving into demands every other time, Caliborn got too be want Hussie actually wanted. Oooh Caliborn how you almost saved Homestuck, at least you get to be the best character in the end.

It's fine to still send asks about Homestuck here. Moving on doesn't happen overnight and I'm often sticking around more to speak out about the flaws. From the series itself, the fandom, or the current culture that surrounds it. It can be applied to other groups like those who like anime, comics, video games, etc. Homestuck is just one niche I focus on because I'm familiar with it. There are many other people online that talk about these similar topics that do it better than I ever could. But I agree that WhatPumpkin should just let the base webcomic end just there. No need to focus more on Epilogues, Homestuck^2, or Homestuck Beyond Canon. Let people interpret their own endings. Homestuck may not have been able to leave a mark in media history like what Undertale or FNAF did, but it's better to let it end there as it is. The story really felt going down after Murderstuck. Cascade was probably the only greatest thing left behind. Then Act 6 kicked in. There are many plot holes and questions to be raised about it. From things like why can't Dave/Rose or the other living trolls on the meteor use Trollian or any of their communication devices like they had before? There's nothing said about their travel to the Alpha Session will block communication between the two parties. I hate how Dave and Karkat stood on the sidelines as Rose/Kanaya and Gamzee/Terezi go through hell with their problems. Why wasn't Wayward Vagabond doing more to try and communicate with the others? Can Town and being a mayor is his dream, but we have seen him become a leader of his own to his own people. WV had communicate with John to act as his Exile, so why not the same with Dave, Rose, and the other living trolls? Where was he when the others went into the Dream Bubbles? Carapacians are not allowed there? Is still on the meteor to 'protect' the base? Was that the only time they left him alone like he was some housepet? Wouldn't it be better to have Wayward Vagabond that's now revived, stay on the Prospitian ship that John and Jade were on so that they could be with Dave and Rose? Wayward Vagabond would have a better time to try and get all the Carapacians to be ready when they arrived in the Alpha session. Where were the Carapacians by Post Retcon and Collide? By Post Retcon, the ones on the Prospitian ship and those with Roxy should be alive by then. Casey also was there to summon undead consorts during Jake vs The Felt fight. Wouldn't that mean the other consorts were still there Prospitian ship that John and Jade were on, could have joined the battle? There are too many plot holes and vague answers still around because of Act 6 and Post Retcon that it makes people question the quality and how the story was leading up to this. I do believe as well that Caliborn was the only way for Hussie to let himself use his old edgey humor. Dave and Dirk were there, but those two had their character development and he needed another being to stand in his place. Other characters that fit would have been dead and he had to come with some bullshit reason to bring them back. So it's better to make an original OC than to reuse another character. Caliborn really was the best as he really made lots of changeups and excitement to the series. If not only in narrative standpoint, but also in meta in the sense that he was able to change the website readers would be on. You had to be there with old flash to see him banging on the console that the link and panel you were trying to read, shook with every hit and everything gets scrambled and falling apart. Calliope hasn't done anything like that despite that we are suppose to root for her as the good guy that will join the heroes. Caliborn is just that amazing. Act 6 may have been carried by people like Dirk and Roxy, but Caliborn flexed it up high like Atlas did with the World.

#homestuck #homestuck fandom #Andrew Hussie #WhatPumpkin #What Pumpkin #James Roach

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discet · 2 years

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Druid. You can’t just drop “oh man I thought of such a sad twist for Train Trio AU! its so fucking sad and so very much Infinity Train. God” and then leave. What? What are you thinking you scheming this time? (Unless like, you plan on turning this into a fic at some point.)

Okay fair, I wanted to sleep on it and I'm not sure if its stronger than the other non twisty path the fic could take. It also would also kill some of the pacing in the middle. But here was what I was thinking last night when I made that post,

Fair warning, I did need to take a break writing this cause I started crying again.

So same stuff but Marcy shows up earlier in this version. The three of them have adventures together and Marcy becomes the bridge for Anne and Sasha to start working through their damage together. We get a few bits of foreshadowing over the chapters,

"My number? It went dark a little while ago."

"War of the Warlocks? No, sorry doesn't ring a bell. I've been having my own adventures in here."

"I'm sorry guys, I appreciate that you want me to come back with you but... this place feels like home to me."

Last episode they are all in some car hugging and crying denizens of some wacky alien adventure car surrounding and cheering. Despite all that through their adventure Anne and Sash convince Marcy that she does have people waiting for her on the other side of the door, and they'd tackle whatever it was together... no matter what.

Which is when both of their numbers drop to zero and their door appears. They encourage Marcy to go first who takes a deep breath clenches her eyes shut and then bonks off the side of the door (Like Lake in S2). Marcy is briefly bewildered by this tapping at the door before the whole car freezes, all the denizens go still as if paused... including Marcy.

One-One shows up, apologizing for the interruption. Sasha demands to know what he did to Marcy, and One-One explains that he just paused her, cause she's a denizen.

That about 6 months before Sasha and Anne got there, Marcy had died protecting two apex kids in a particularly dangerous car. However One-One had seen how much of a positive effect Marcy had on passengers, saving many and giving them the chance to be better with the adventuring guild. One-One realized that some people didn't trust or like the normal denizens and needed another human to connect with. So this Marcy was molded in the original Marcy's image using her tape and her time on the train as a template. He never guessed Denizen!Marcy would want to leave, and makes a note to make an adjustment for next time. One-One offers, innocently, to do a soft reset of Marcy's motivations so she can see the two off with a smile.

Sasha and Anne adamantly refuse and demand that One-One give Marcy a way off the train, but he refuses, saying denizens aren't allowed off the train and A+S can't figure out a work around like Lake had.

They ask instead for One-One to unfreeze Marcy. Marcy unfreezes to see her two friends, who moments ago were so happy suddenly weeping and hugging her.

We get a cut away as they explain to D!Marcy what's going on. D!Marcy laughs a little sadly. Ultimately like a good denizen Marcy encourages them both to head out without her. They refuse, for a little bit, staying with Marcy before ultimately leaving the Train, hand in hand.

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So yeah, real sad. honestly maybe even too sad? Infinity train gets pretty dark mid season, but it generally ends on a hopeful note, and I'm not sure there's an epilogue that would leave this one on a hopeful note.

Related, congrats to this Anon for guessing it.

#Train Trio AU #infinity train #amphibia #marcy wu #anne boonchuy #sasha waybright

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showyoumyfavoriteobsession · 9 months

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WELL.

I just finished my first playthrough and like. holy shit. I'm still kind of reeling bc even though I think I got a "good ending" main story-wise (destroyed the elder brain and all the tadpoles), the companions' epilogues were not as positive!

I fucked up Gale's story at some point - I was trying to romance him, but I also didn't want him to take the crown for himself, and I think I must have picked an option that backed him up at some point thinking I could convince him later. When we got to the epilogue, we just got in an argument and he stormed off to go claim godhood for himself. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ My (vague) understanding is that each companion has at least two endings? And I did quicksave during that conversation so I may go back and see what happens if I back him up - probably not the ending I was aiming for, but something different at least. I also never got his act 3 romance scene, but I'm not sure if that's because of this or because I started romancing him too late (I didn't get his act 1 scene at the party either).

*Quick edit since I just went back and loaded up that last save: there wasn't anything I could do in that conversation to change the outcome of Gale leaving. I think I must have started his stuff too late, so I couldn't get all the scenes, plus probably a few bad dialogue choices on the way. It's a shame, I really do like Gale and he has an interesting story, and that’s not the way I was hoping to end it (even if I wasn't romancing him).

I didn't actively do very much of Karlach's story (got her stabilized in act 2 and that was about it), but GOD her epilogue scene made me cry like a baby. Saying goodbye to the sun and the ocean... telling herself she did her best... 😭 I'm still feeling unwell about it.

I don't think I would have done anything different on this playthrough for Astarion (helped him kill Cazador and disrupt the ritual) but I did feel bad when he had to go scrambling away from the sunlight. I'm planning to romance him for an evil playthrough so I might just go full evil and let him complete the ritual then - we'll see.

But overall I really really loved this game! Absolutely one of the biggest, most captivating experiences I've had in a game. I understand why people are upset about the abruptness of the epilogue, but (at least for now) it really didn't bother me. I think if it were much longer, it would have felt like it was dragging, especially when you have a lot of emotional scenes one after the other - I think they erred on the correct side. The story felt so detailed and interwoven and compelling and still managed to be... manageable. Understandable and relatively easy to keep track of, despite being both sprawling and deep. The script and the acting elicited a huge amount of emotional reactions from me all the way through the game - this has taken me about a month, mostly playing a couple hours each evening, and I was still laughing at the dialogue and cringing at my bad rolls and invested in battles almost every time I booted up the game. That was a pretty cool feeling.

It's wild to me that every time I watch other people play this game, they're always finding things that I never found - there's just so. much. game. I expect any subsequent playthroughs will go a good bit faster; eventually I'll probably just watch parts that I'm curious about instead of playing through it over and over with slight changes, but I am curious to do at least one more playthrough with a very different approach to see how different the game becomes. I'm going to be thinking (and posting lol) about this for a while.

Oh! Randomly, I feel like I should mention that I played the whole game on the easiest mode and it was great. This is the first CRPG I've ever played, I have very little experience with turn-based combat or DnD, and I wanted to keep having fun! It was still plenty challenging - there were still a couple times that my whole team died, it's certainly not a story-only mode - but it ended up being perfect for my play style.

#end of bg3 spoilers ahoy :)#j rambles #in which j liveblogs #4 #5 #baldur's gate 3

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samreadsalotofbooks · 2 years

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Book Review 10/25/2022: These Violent Delights (SPOILERS!!)

I feel like I should start off stating that this book lives up to it’s name. It is pretty violent. There’s murder, gore, parents being abusive, gang violence, mentions of communists, just a lot of violence in general to be honest.

This novel was a spur of the moment buy in October 2021. Before this moment I’ve never heard of this book. Let alone the author. So, I went in without knowledge of what this is about. I did read the first paragraph before deciding to purchase it. That first paragraph had me hooked, so I bought it. A week or so later I found out it has a sequel.

Shanghai 1926 reimagining of Romeo & Juliet. Scarlet Gang (Chinese) versus White Flower (Russian). Cai family is Scarlet Gang. Montagov family is White Flowers. Of course there’s a blood feud between the two families with a mix of betrayal, romance, and supernatural lice like creatures.

Yeah, you read that correctly. When these lice like creatures burrows into the human, the human goes mad. This madness causes the victim to claw their throat out. It’s a concept that I hadn’t read (not that I can remember at least) before. It’s different but I liked it.

I can’t stand Juliette’s cousin Tyler. He irritated me to no end. I think he’s the only character that made my blood boil. One duo I truly loved was Marshall Seo (Korean) and Benedikt Montagov. At least I think Benedikt is a Montagov. Also up until chapter fourteen I had thought these two were in their thirties. It’s their mannerisms that led me to this conclusion. Turns out Benedikt is NINETEEN. I think Marshall is either one year younger, the same age, or one year older. I’m not 100% sure because I already forgot.

Speaking of ages I’m not sure how old Juliette is. I’m sure it’s mentioned somewhere in the book, I just can’t remember. If I did the math correctly Roma is nineteen. I admit I panicked when a semi steamy scene between Roma and Juliette happened. I still panicked even after I figured out that they’re both 18 or 19 years old. I just, I dunno, I don’t feel comfortable reading steamy scenes of characters that still have the word teen in their age, I feel so much worse when the characters are minors. I personally don’t feel comfortable about that.

That steamy scene made me tear up a bit. Just to clarify both of them did consent. It’s just the conversation they were having while they were holding each other. Four years prior Roma had some of her people killed. This is the betrayal I mentioned. Juliette confronts him about it. In that moment all he could say was he had no choice. Later on, during a second confrontation, it’s revealed that Roma was ordered, by his father, to kill Juliette. His father found out about their romance. Then he was given a choice. Attack Scarlet Gang or kill Juliette. Of course he chose to attack because he loves her too much.

The way Juliette had betrayed Roma was just as harsh. Before departing for America, she gave the address of where his mom resided to Scarlet Gang members. With that information they had gone to the address and slit the woman’s throat. To save face White Flowers told everyone that an illness killed her. For four years Roma had no idea that it was Juliette who gave the address. When she confessed to this my heart broke for Roma.

So, about supernatural stuff and madness. Turns out the lice like creatures come from a monster. When it’s revealed who the monster is and who Larkspur is I got mad at myself. The reason is because ALL THE SIGNS WERE THERE!! Somehow my brain didn’t register any of them. For real, Paul Dexter made it way too easy for Juliette to find Larkspur. Then he had the audacity to say he loves her and that all he was trying to do was impress her. Qi Ren turned out to be the monster. He seemed to accept his death in the end. This would imply that he didn’t want to hurt people. Maybe he was just following orders.

The chapter before the epilogue was intense and heartbreaking. This is when Juliette confesses her betrayal. Marshall “dies”. That destroys Benedikt. They are my favorite duo, but I wonder if there will be romance between them. I’ll find out in the sequel, I hope. Otherwise I’m gonna throw hands with the author. (Obviously that is a joke and not meant to be taken seriously.) I do hope the best for all of these guys. Except Tyler, he can step on a lego. Or I hope he steps on a lego with his bare foot.

This book was a fantastic read to me. I recommend it to the world.

#These Violent Delights by Chloe Gong #book review #book recommendations #thought about the book #bookish rant #bookworm

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DIABOLIK LOVERS DAYLIGHT Vol.9 Mukami Yuma [TRACK 3]

Original title: 咆哮

Source: Diabolik Lovers Daylight Vol. 9 Mukami Yuma

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Seiyuu: Tatsuhisa Suzuki

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Track 3: Roar

Yuma runs through the forest.

“Haah, haah, haah…!”

[00:13] ( Unable to sit still for another second, I bolted out of the house. The Doctor’s words echoing inside my head. When she returned from the examination room so soon, I immediately assumed that he had realized something was not normal about her heart so I went inside, leaving her to wait.

[00:44] As I threatened him not to make any of this public, he responded to me with a sheer white complexion that her heart’s condition has gotten considerably worse. So much so, he was surprised at how she was still alive. He went on for a while, suggesting she gets a full check-up done at a large hospital. However, even so, it was most likely already…

[01:19] I did not have to hear the rest of his story. Her heart had been severely weakened…and could no longer be cured. I had trouble accepting this sudden news, but I could also tell it was no lie. That is what my gut told me. It is what must have been causing this uneasy feeling inside of me this whole time. And the thing behind all of this, must surely beーー )

“Tskーー!! Haah, haah…Arghーー!! Ugh!! Ugh!!”

Yuma repeatedly punches a tree.

*THUD THUD THUD*

[02:13] “It’s my fault…All of it…I’m to blame…! Ughー!!”

*THUD*

“It shouldn’t be her…I’m the one who deserves to be broken…It’s me…”

[02:33] ( I came to a realization. ーー Exactly. Her heart had been ruined because I sucked her blood. I can tell as much. There’s no other reason behind it. I was positive. )

*Rustle*

“ーー Ugh!!”

*THUD*

[03:03] “Haah, haah, haah…Why…? How come…!? Why is this happenin’…!? Is this history repeatin’ itself…? Am I bein’ robbed of someone dear to me once again…? Ahー Exactly. Lucks’ case was no different. I don’t want to repeat the same mistake all over again…This time, I want to save them. Kuh…! Hahaha…’Save’...? Am I an idiot? Her body got messed up ‘cause I’m a Vampire…! All ‘cause I sucked her blood left and right…LIKE SOME GODDAMN BEAST!! I’m the one who ruined her…’Cause I’m…a Vampire…”

Yuma attempts to break his own fangs.

“Kuh…! Ugh…! Haah…Guess I can’t break them with my bare hands, huh?”

*Thud*

[04:33] “...Fuck. Why did I think I could break the fangs given to me by that man? Besides…I can’t deny that I’m the one…who willingly chose to become like this, just to live. I was so desperate…to survive…which eventually allowed me to meet her. ーー And now, she…”

He takes a couple of deep breaths.

“What should I do? I…I…Iーー!! Argh…AAAAAAH!!”

*TIMESKIP*

*Tweet tweet*

Yuma walks outside.

[05:55] “Ah-aah…What am I doin’, for real…? I’m just runnin’ ‘round all day…slammin’ my fists into random stuff. Simply repeatin’ the same process…Heh. A repeat, huh?”

[06:24] ( At this time, us four brothers would gather together to discuss the situation every day. The topic at hand was whether we should inform her about her heart’s condition or not. Ruki argued we should tell her sooner rather than later, while I believed we should keep it a secret until the very end. Since valid arguments could be made for both standpoints, Kou and Azusa had trouble picking a side. It didn’t seem like we would come to a conclusion any time soon. )

[07:04] “Che…Talkin’ to them is pointless. There’s no way those three could understand how I feel. Haah…They don’t know ‘bout her smile. That smile she shows when she looks at me, which is warm like the sun during Spring.”

*TIMESKIP*

You step out into the hallway and run up to Yuma.

[08:00] “...Ah? Oiーー! Goddamnit, Sow! Don’t run!”

He quickly stops you in your tracks.

*Rustle*

“...Haah, haah…What are ya doin’? You’re still not fully recovered, are ya? You’re not in pain, right? Does it hurt anywhere? Huh?”

You suddenly embrace him.

*Rustle*

“...Oh. What’s wrong? …Say something.”

You explain.

[08:33] “...! What? I’m no different from usual.”

You shake your head.

“Haah? My clothes…? …Ah, you’re right. I look like a mess. The fabric’s all ripped up…”

You ask if he is struggling with something.

[08:55] “ーー Not really. It’s no big deal. I just gotta let off some steam every now or then, that’s all. …Ya get what I mean, right?”

You point out his hands again.

*Rustle*

“...Everyone’s hands get a lil’ dry during this time of year. Mine are just slightly more beaten up ‘cause I went on a bit of a rampage.”

*Rustle rustle*

[09:29] “...Idiot. You’ll hurt yer cheek by rubbin’ it ‘gainst my hands…They’re dry and cracked after all.”

You offer to help look for a solution for his hands.

“...Haha. You’re darn stubborn, huh? …A way to treat them, huh? Oh well, be my guest, I guess. I won’t deny that I’ll have an easier time workin’ on the field without these cuts and scratches.”

You nod and smile.

[10:07] “...You really smile from the bottom of your heart, huh? …I don’t dislike that expression.”

You smile even brighter.

“Heh…Rather than worryin’ ‘bout me, you should ーー …Nah, nevermind. I’m sure you’d still worry about me, no matter what I say.”

You agree.

[10:40] “Hehe… (mumbles) I promise I won’t let that smile fade. ーー Never.”

You ask if he said something.

“Ah? No, nothing. …Anyway, let’s get inside. I gotta take a shower and throw on some fresh clothes.”

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #yuma mukami #diabolik lovers daylight #diabolik lovers drama cd #diabolik lovers translation #drama cd

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bonbonbunny · 3 years

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Do u have any good lady's isekai falls-in-love-with-a-prince-from-a-novel type webcomic recommendation? I read 2 and now im hooked

Do I EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Most of these I find on Webtoon. If you join webtoon and read regularly, you'll see them suggesting more things you might like, and new stuff on the main page, and you'll discover more and more of them, too. 💖

Happily Ever Afterwards - The heroine is reborn AFTER the epilogue of her fave novel, after her favorite character has been exiled from the kingdom due to the story’s events (he’s a tragic, sympathetic character). She sets about traveling to the cold, difficult kingdom of his exile to try to convince him to marry her, so that she can give him the happiness he deserves to have after all of the sad events from the book! This comic is SOOOOO sweet, cute, and fluffy-fluff! ☁️

The First Night With the Duke - Starts out with a lot of comedy, but has gotten much more serious as the chapters have progressed, with some intense scenes that I haven’t been crazy about. The heroine completely derails the plot of the novel by being born as a random, unnamed side-character who accidentally seduces the male lead, and no romance between him and the actual female lead ever even has the chance to happen. 😅

The Matchmaking Baby Princess - The heroine is born as a tiny baby princess, who uses her super cute charm to influence the characters around her so that things turn out better for them than the way the novel goes. This one is still fairly new, so the episodes haven’t shown a whole lot about how she derails the story yet, but, it is REALLLY CUUUUUTE!! And has very beautiful scenes of palatial gardens and such. Also obviously the heroine herself is not the one that the romance happens to lol.

His Majesty's Proposal - This one is a bit similar to The First Night With the Duke, with a rando side character getting proposed to by the prince after spending a night with him. A fun twist with this one is that the heroine is reincarnated from a crotchety old woman in her previous life, so she uses all kinds of old person slang (like calling people “whippersnappers” and stuff like that lol) and is kind of rude and grumpy lol.

Every Rose Has a Death Flag - Pretty typical isekai where the heroine is reincarnated as the villainess and knows that all of her ends are bad ends, so she tries to remove herself from the attentions of the prince and the other main characters, but through the process ends up endearing herself to them instead. Good stuff without any weird quirks or gimmicks. 👌

Tricked into Becoming the Heroine's Stepmother - The protagonist is actually one of the AUTHORS of this novel, so she is familiar with exactly what will be happening to all of the characters! She is reincarnated as a rando townsperson though, and doesn’t have much influence, until she appeals to the prince and just spills the fact that she’s the author and knows everything that’s going to happen to the princess (his daughter) in the future lol?! And he believes her?? And employs her to his household in order to prevent any of the princess’ suffering??? Also did I mention that the princess is the most adorable little toddler ever, with fluffy hair like a chestnut? 😭😭

The Male Lead's Girl Friend - Again, the heroine is reborn as the villainess of the story, and attempts to distance herself from the male lead as much as she can (endearing herself to him in the process). Some of the interesting quirks here are that she ships the male and female lead SUPER HARD, and is trying everything she can to hook them up together, but they both only seem to fall for her harder with every attempt. 😄 There is also a cool school/academy setting to this one to set it apart from the others with similar plots, as well as BIG YURI VIBES between the protagonist and the female lead.

How to Survive a Romance Fantasy - This is the most comedy-intensive of everything on this list. In fact, it just kept getting sillier as its chapters went on, and I actually dropped it from my reading list because it wasn’t making me laugh as hard anymore as it was in the beginning.. 😅 In this one, three normal-world folks are reborn in the fantasy world, as the heroine, the prince, and the villainess, and ALL THREE of them hate it and want nothing to do with the plot, so they run away as far from the plot as they can, and are also keeping their identities as the main characters secret from one another. It is very, very silly.

Non-Webtoon Webcomics

These have not been officially picked up & translated. To read them in English, you will have to find them online where they are posted by fan translators.

The Villainess is a Marionette - This is for real probably my very favorite comic on this whole list, and can you believe how beautiful the art style is??? The tone of this one is totally different from any of the others here. The protagonist is reborn as a malicious villainess with particularly cruel endings in her future, and she sets about to avoid them by using her power, influence, and wiles to manipulate the royal intrigue happening around her. She’s... RELATIVELY kinder than the original villainess was in the story, and several characters that were her enemies in the original story are endeared to her now, but she’s still got her claws sunk into the royal family’s shady dealings. This is a “bad boss b*tch” kind of heroine lol, and it’s super satisfying to see her come out ahead of the other villains with her crazy 4D chess manipulations.

Sincerely: I Became a Duke's Maid - A super snuggly, sweet, and fluffy story where the protagonist is reborn as a maid during the tragic antihero’s childhood. He is afflicted with a painful curse, and the protagonist, knowing that only more pain is ahead for him, does her best to befriend him and make his youth a little bit lighter.

Who Made Me A Princess - Yet again, a tragic end awaits this princess that the protagonist is reborn as in her childhood, so she uses her cute charm to change the king’s attitude toward her (he was neglectful in the original story). Some interesting original-plot-derails happen in this one, where her innate magic power is much stronger than it’s supposed to be, and she needs the help of a magical pet creature and a very handsome wizard to sustain her life in this world.

Seduce the Villain's Father - This one wins the award for having the most hilarious title in this list. 😆 It’s much cuter and lighter than it sounds!! This protagonist derails the original plot by allowing herself to be kidnapped by the villain’s kingdom instead of the intended character (her sister). She is reborn among characters the generation before the events of the novel, so the villain himself isn’t here yet - but his handsome dad is! And if she can convince him not to marry the woman that would become the villain’s mother, then the storyline is saved! Probably!

Special mention:

My Next Life as a Villainess: All Roads Lead to Doom! - This anime is probably the main “reincarnated as the villainess” isekai that introduced most of us to this concept. 😅 I’ve linked to where you can watch the anime for free on Crunchyroll, but there is also a manga if you’d prefer to read it! While there are many, many comics that use this plot hook, this is the only one that made it to anime form, so it’s like, required watching!

To close this long list up, all of these recs are JUST ISEKAI!!!! If I were recommending my favorite webcomics in general, there could also be Cursed Princess Club, The Remarried Empress, The Princess’ Jewels, and Men of the Harem in this list...

There are so, so many comics with beautiful art styles featuring gorgeous princesses, it’s crazy!! 😭😭 I could for real spend my whole life reading them probably?? 👌👌 Those millions of women that read romance novels about dukes falling in love with noble women are suddenly extremely relatable.

#asks #isekai #webcomics #webcomic #long post

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bitchassbucky · 3 years

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Warning/s: toxic/abusive relationship dynamics, gaslighting and manipulation, abduction, injuries were mentioned, stalking, dark!bucky x dark!reader, emotionally/mentally unstable!reader, dismemberment (not gore-y but still), three very special character mentions, shady corporate stuff, career sabotage?, food mention, sedation/drugging, f-words.

A/N: oh my god, this is the final chapter of CTRL. to all who read from the start, thank y'all so fucking much - from the bottom of my big-ass heart, thank you so much for coming along with this journey. this is my first FINISHED series, oh my god. to @babyboibucky (CTRL's number one fan), @sarge-barnes-sir, and @borikenlove thank you so much for indulging my inner degenerate GHJSDFG and for screaming (affectionately) at me when i first let y'all read the finished draft.

BUT THIS IS NOT THE END (just yet), i will be uploading TWO epilogues very soon: the explicit version and the not-so-explicit version. stay tuned!

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Your demeanor, character, even tone, changed.

Calculated, cold, unnerving.

But you sat there like a housewife in front of her husband, eating spaghetti and meatballs. Acting all dandy like there isn’t a man strapped onto the chair four feet away from you.

“C’mon, darling, eat! I made your favorite,” your eyes twinkled as Bucky helplessly tugged on his restraints, “oh, sorry, you’re tied up.”

Hm, sick in the head, bad for the heart.

“What do you want?” Oh, wow, even talking hurts for him. His throat is all dried up, he tasted something bitter under his tongue.

You chuckled, moving half a meatball around your mostly empty plate, “for you to stop treating me like I’m stupid.” You spear the meat with your fork, swirling it in the sauce, “I know you’ve been… checking in on me, Bucky.”

Oh, fuck.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I was-- I mean, look at you--” He’s making it worse. You’re mad. You’re angry because he was being a good friend.

He only did that because you were lonely and he’s right: you are lonely.

So lonely that you’re willing to kidnap a grown man to keep you company, “I’m so sad for you.”

“You’re aware you’re the one’s been tied up, right?” You’re curt as you should be, scooting over near Bucky to feed him.

“I can’t eat that—” If he wasn’t sitting down and tied, Bucky would’ve vaulted over you and called the neighbors, she’s fucking crazy!

You giggled, rolling your eyes as if he had the freedom to make a choice right now, “if you’re thinking of screaming… More than half of my neighbors are felons or on parole, I doubt that they’ll call 911.”

Jutting forward the fork, you let the prongs gently touch Bucky’s lips, “now, eat! We have so much to talk about.”

“No. I don’t-- I’m not hungry.” He shakes his head, the fork hitting his chin and clanking down the floor.

“Just eat the fucking food, Steve!”

Bucky flinched at your sudden outburst. The words—the name—seeping in a moment later. Steve? Who the hell is Steve? Was he your husband? Boyfriend? His head throbbed again, his mouth filling with saliva like he’s about to throw up.

You kneel down, pulling a napkin from the table to wipe the meat and the sauce from the floor.

“This better not stain.”

—

He promised thrice.

Once over pasta and meatballs, once over dessert, and once when you were clearing the table.

You relented, of course. Half because you love him and half because it’s getting annoying.

“As long as you don’t leave me, okay?”

“Yes, I promise. I won’t leave you.”

Bucky’s still seating on the dinner chair, slightly slumped without the ropes holding him up, “look, I’m really sorry about the anesthetic, I went overboard with it.” You look over to him—at least he’s regaining his fingers and arms again.

“It’s okay, babe, I wouldn’t trust me either.” If he could stand up, he’d go over and hug you. Helping with the dishes, peppering you with sweet kisses.

A genuine laugh slips out of your lips, “ugh, still… I’m really sorry.”

The last of the plates were neatly stacked, cups and cutleries were placed gently on a drying rack. It was getting late, you could tell.

“I’m not mad, by the way.” You muse, prompting Bucky to lean forward, listening to you.

“What do you mean?” He takes your hand into his, ever so gently.

“You did that,” you squeeze his hand back, gazing into his soulful eyes, “because you love me.”

Did you know that some people could read microexpressions well? Bucky went through a whole lot of them before answering, “of course, I do.”

Contemplating whether you call him out on it or not, you hum, placing a gentle hand on his jaw, “it’s okay, you’ll learn how to love me.”

He has to. He has no other choice.

Bucky clears his throat, “have you seen my phone?” His tone was hopeful, upbeat, maybe he can reach out to someone, anyone, before you can do any more damage.

“Yeah, ‘s on the couch.”

He tried to move, he really did. Bucky’s fairly strong, he can bench an easy 140 on a good day. But even the beefiest motherfuckers have no match for Propofol.

“Don’t worry about your friends, they’re not worried about you, Buck.” The coolness of your tone sends Bucky into a panic—again. “D’you wanna check your messages though? There’s a lot of ‘em.”

Grabbing his phone, you asked Siri to read him his latest notifications.

Urgent: Notice of Immediate Termination

From Joaquin: Where are you, man?

From John W.: Do you have copies?

Urgent: Notice of Immediate Termination

Urgent: Gross Misconduct

From Joaquin: Bucky, what the fuck?

From Samuel Wilson: Pick up the phone, Barnes. You’re fired.

17 missed calls from an unknown number

From John W.: I knew you were a freak but holy shit, dude!

72 text messages from an unknown number

Bucky never really liked horror movies. It made him jumpy and anxious. Too paranoid, even. But now? Now he’s sure that people have never experienced sheer fright before.

His toes cramped inside his boots, his feet were cold, sweating. The little hairs on his legs stood up, goosebumps littering the entirety of his body. If he held his breath, he’s sure he could hear his heart hammering out of his chest. The blood rushes past his ears and onto the base of his skull—he’s gonna be sick.

“What,” he gulped back the saliva pooling in his mouth, “what did you do?”

You’re irritatingly calm, “well, I mean… We’re already together, what do you need those for, right?”

Putting a warm hand over his forehead, you cooed, “poor thing, you look sick.”

—

Bucky thinks it’s well past midnight when the anesthetic wore off.

His limbs were heavy, he had to lean on the wall every couple of steps to regain his balance. Helpless. He’s helpless and you both know it. As if it’s a bear trap, Bucky carefully took his phone from the coffee table.

Why would you leave it unattended?

The screen lights up as soon as he picked up, his lock screen littered with ‘fuck yous’, ‘sicko’, and his personal favorite, ‘motherfucker.’

Ignoring the glaring messages, he went straight for the emergency dialler and—you took out his SIM card, snapping it into two neat pieces, placing it beside the phone.

Bitch.

The golden surface of the card was scratched too, he can’t do anything, use it as a toothpick, maybe? His phone was just as good as a paperweight.

He looks out of the window, limping towards it. Even if he could climb over, it would take him forever to get onto the street. Your neighbors would probably think that he’s just on a bad trip.

“It’s bolted shut. Perks of living alone as a single female.” Your voice made him flinch back, like a kid whose hand was halfway down the cookie jar.

Bucky plays it off with a cough, he can’t be weak now, “no, babe, I was checking out a noise. You ready for bed?”

You smiled softly, taking his hand and draping his arm on your shoulders as you prop him against you, “almost, big guy. Gotta get you settled in bed first. Are you tired?”

Nodding, Bucky kisses your temple, “yeah.” He just needs to play with your sick little games until he regains his strength.

Where would he go? His reputation and his job are besmirched, his apartment is probably crawling with forensics too.

“You fell down and banged your head earlier. Nasty cut on your head too. I told you to not tire yourself much.”

You hit and drugged me but I digress, “Yes, darling. ‘M sorry.”

“You scared me, Buck. I thought you were dead.” Are these tears forming in your eyes?

“I’m not leaving you, not by any chance. I promise.”

He promises a fourth time.

—

Your bedroom was bigger than he thought. But of course, he only saw your desk and your bed through the webcam.

Save from the Ted Bundy-esque corkboard you have in front of your workspace, he feels weirdly at home. You tucked him in, reminding him to wake up every two hours for the painkillers.

“You’re not going to bed?” He muses from behind you, all cocooned in your blankets.

“Just need to take this phone call real quick, babe.” Your back was turned from him as you work on your company laptop. He noticed that the webcam is covered with white tape.

The sound of an incoming call filled the room before you quickly answer it, your voice turning hoarse and raspy as if you’ve been crying.

Hi, Mr. Wilson. I’m so sorry for the late call. Do I- do I need to come in tomorrow? I just... I don’t feel comfortable facing everyone—I used all my home hours this week and—

Miss L/N, I’m glad you reached out to me. Is it okay if I record this call for security purposes? It’s just for you, me, and the HR department.

You turned to Bucky, your face is stone-cold but your voice belonged to someone so utterly helpless.

No, you don’t have to call into work tomorrow… Or any other day.

A dainty gasp and a fucking sob comes out of your mouth, your eyes were telling a different story.

Am I fired?

God, no. Please, Miss L/N, don’t worry about that. We want you with us through this entire debacle. We want you to take some time off—paid. We’ll also grant you… a grievance package.

You could almost hear what he would say next.

As long as you don’t talk to any members of the press or any journalists until our friends in the PR department can clean this up.

A triumphant smile creeps on your bare features, putting a finger in front of your lips, you mimic a ‘shh’ gesture to Bucky.

You round up another mirthless sob as the CEO drones on about the bureaucracy of this whole thing.

He was really nice to me, you know? He took me out on dinners and lunches. He even brought me to his place and I– nothing happened but I can’t stop thinking about it.

I’m really sorry, Miss L/N. I thought he was…

A good guy? I really thought so too.

Please stay offline for a bit, just for the weekend, alright? Someone from the HR department will be in touch with you for the process. We don’t wanna be a hassle more than what Barnes is. On our behalf, please accept our deepest apologies.

Jesus, this guy had the PR department cook up an apology letter.

Thank you—thank you so much, Mr. Wilson. I’ll keep in touch.

You burst out in laughter a second after the call ended. Hearty laughter, the one where you can feel your belly tightening.

“Did you hear how good I was, baby? Oh my god, we had them fooled.”

We? Fuck your ‘we.’

You slide over the covers, propping up yourself with your elbow as you turn to face Bucky, “don’t worry, you don’t need them anymore. You have me, yeah? We have each other.”

—

Out of the most bizarre things that happened to him last week, finding dismembered fingers in the fridge was the least of his concerns.

“Honey!” Bucky calls out, holding the ziplock bag with a pair of tongs.

You bound down the stairs, your laptop in hand as you squint, “what am I looking at?”

Bucky hesitated, maybe he’s going insane too, “fingers. Dismembered fingers—are these yours?”

Setting down the laptop onto the table, you peck him on the cheek, smiling as if him holding a baggie with human remains is just your Sunday normal, “god, I hope not. I need my hands to do things.”

As soon as you look back at him, you dropped the facade: “those are Steve’s. Well, used to be.”

Bucky’s afraid to ask the question where’s the rest of him?

“You know the term pinky promise, right? Well, it has a dark origin.”

Just as fast as a bustling train, Bucky rakes his brain for all the times he promised you something. Hoping that he won’t end up with a stump for a hand.

One vividly bright memory is seared into his brain though, the days blurred together with sharp edges and mismatched colors: we love how we were taught to love.

So, who taught you how to love like this?

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hohoz · 3 years

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The ones that suffer the most

I wanted to talk about this for a long time.

I’m a Resident evil addicted, I finished almost every RE game released and I must say that Capcom made some poor choices regarding Jill and Chris, they are EASILY the most mistreated characters in RE Franchise.

But let’s explain why is that:

Jill and Chris are survivors, they had to survive in a mansion with a lot of puzzles and zombies, while looking for items that could help them to progress and find a way to reach Brad.

When they arrive at STARS Office, they are revolted that Umbrella did all that under their noses and innocents were dying because of that and they explained EVERYTHING in a report - but Irons made that go away.

In the ORIGINAL RE3 we had this special file (Jill’s Diary)

August 7th Two weeks have passed since that day. My wounds have been healed, but I just can't forget it. For most people, it's history now. But for me, whenever I close my eyes, it all comes back clearly. Zombies eating people's flesh and the screams of my teammates dying. No, the wounds in my heart are not healed yet...

August 13th Chris has been causing a lot of trouble recently. What's with him? He seldom talks to the other police members and is constantly irritated. The other day, he punched Elran of the Boy's Crime department just for accidentally splashing Chris's face with coffee. I immediately stopped Chris, but when he saw me he just gave me a wink and walked away. I wonder what happened to him...

August 15th Midnight. Chris, who has been on a leave of absence for a "vacation," called me so I visited his apartment. As soon as I walked into his room, he showed me a couple of pieces of paper. They were part of a virus research report entitled as simply as "G". Then Chris told me that, "The nightmare still continues." He went on to say that, "It's not over yet." Ever since that day, he has been fighting all by himself without rest, without even telling me.

August 24th Chris left the town today to go to Europe. Barry told me that he would send his family to Canada and then he would follow Chris. I decided to remain in Raccoon City for a while because I know that the research facility in this city will be very important to this entire case. In a month or so, I'll be joining with them somewhere in Europe. That's when my real battle begins...

For some weird reason this file isn’t available in RE3 Remake.

But ok, here we see that Chris was doing some investigation - in the RE2RMK you could see this letter that Chris left in a way that normal people wouldn't understand - the only thing that Claire says is that “doesnt look like him” but how normies would understand what Chris is like is he is not well represented in media ??????????????????

And Jill had all the detective work in her wall.

So far so good - we understand the basics about them - they are Special police force, the elite, they had a traumatic experience and they survived to tell the story.

Some problems until now:

Jill had a MAJOR personality change in RE3 RMK- I honestly like most of that, she is a badass in the originals and she is a badass in the rmk but I still dislike the fact that she swears all the time (specially because in RE1, RE Rev, RE5 she doesn't do that)

We can tell a lot about her personality just looking at her room, but I still miss some stuff (I had expectations - so this is not a real problem. but still) like a Vinyl player (since she is probably into classical music), some letters from her father so new players can understand her origin and why is she so good in lockpicking and more about her dog (she had a pic in the original that could’ve been her boyfriend but it was replaced by a dog in RE2 rmk but in RE3 Rmk there in no dog)

Okay - after you finish the game the only thing we see is this:

In my opinion this is Chris since he is always associated with Green colors while Jill is associated with blue.

So my speculation here is that she found him while in the original we had this:

This is not a major chance but still is important (lore of course - duh) but the problem here is that while Jill is looking for him - Code Veronica is happening.

So I can only assume two things, they did not show him because they DON’T HAVE A FACE FOR HIM or I am wrong and that is Jill, but if that is Jill so why there is no decent epilogue like the original ?

Okay, now we are arriving in the real trouble area

I will do RE5 first and the Wii and Rev1 (even tho those two comes first in the lore)

RESIDENT EVIL 5

So before the game was release we had some propaganda, including this:

So have in mind that Jill was dead, I thought that she died and RE5 would explain that shit.

But in the beginning we see that Chris is looking for her and have in mind that Chris HAD A MAJOR CHANCE IN HIS APPEARANCE, and I’m not talking about his muscles.

I will not address Chris in CV since he was good in that game but I the team that made CV also made the original, it had CONSISTENCE.

Here we have Chris, he’s THE classical american soldier protagonist from Hollywood in the 80′s/90′s and he had some omage to TOPGUN

He also shares some traits with his sister

A major trait here is that HE HAS BLUE EYES, typical good looking soldier from US.

and now let’s have a look at Chris in RE5...

Yeah... I still hate this face even tho I love his Character in this game, this ugly a** monkey looking mf and he had a lot of steroids

So we have some lore to him in RE5, Jill and Chris went to a mansion looking for Spencer (one of the fathers of Umbrella and the one that was behind project Wesker, he wanted to do this Virus so he could live forever, so RE has a good lore, it’s not just about zombies) but when they found him, he was dead and Wesker was by his side, in a fight Jill sacrificed herself to save Chris’s life.

Chris started doing mission after mission because her body was never found, and he made a name for himself, he became a ‘legend’ inside BSAA and you can see that in the beginning of RE5.

The reason behind the muscles was probably to fight Wesker mano to mano but still is not well made, it really felt weird playing for the first time.

So now we have a problem here, there is thing that you use in a narrative that is to make someone strong af powerless, and they did that to Jill. (a good example of this is in TWD- Ricky is a fucking legend and Negan made him powerless in the face of a event)

Jill was used in a Boss fight and that is it... She is not in the game as a character, she is being manipulated and her whole design was changed, she looks like Nina from Tekken. WTF. - BTW, the fact that Wesker had mind control over her created 1000 fics of sex

So that is it, my main problem here isnt Jill itself, but it’s the fact that they used her character as a boss even tho she is the heroine, she never appears in RE lore again until some guy inside Capcom said “Well people are asking about Jill so let’s place a file in Rev2 saying that she is in rehab”

The only time that she appears again is in a 3DS NINTENDO ONLY game, it felt that Capcom simply don’t care about her character.

By the way Revelations 1 is a great game and was adaptable some years later for PC and consoles

But you think that this is bad, wait until we arrive at RESIDENT EVIL 6

When I learned that Jill was not in RE6 I was mad... But after I played that game I said “thank you God” that game was bad, transformers kind of bad, it had bad writing, the lore was all over the place and Chris was the one that suffered the most in this game.

He was responsible for the death of an entire squad, suffered amnesia and people still wanted him in the command

THEY MADE HIM AN ALCOHOLIC

The golden boy of BSAA reduced to THIS.

By the way, the director said that HE WANTED TO KILL CHRIS IN THIS GAME to SUBVERT EXPECTATIONS - so if you liked Piers now that he died only because of that.

So now let’s analyse what we know:

The first 2 main characters are not well represented in media until RE6, they don’t know how to re introduce Jill in the games and Chris was reduced to a normal guy at a Russian bar;

But it gets worse...

Capcom LOVE Leon, we know that. he is always the hero, he is the protagonist in almost every movie and he is always the cool guy so when he get’s a new model, he looks like this:

But When Chris get’s a new face he look like this:

WHO DAFUQ ARE U, no offense to the model but he has NEGATIVE JAW LINE.

And still he doesn't look like Claire’s brother, there is no blue/green eyes and he looks younger that he was in 6 (and 6 still uses that ugly character model)

But let’s go in the lore- we HAVE 0 info on Jill in RE6 / RE7 and no sight of her in RE8

And speaking of which, they tried to make Chris the bad guy in the trailer so when we play we see “Ohhhh he was not the bad guy, that happened and that is why he did that”

But still...

If they are going to do that to his character don’t use this character, shit ! Do something with that Wesker’s son that made 0 sense in RE6 but leave Chris out of this - it really feels that they simply don’t know how to treat him right

And you may think that I may be complaining a lot because of his appearance

But this is him in RE8

(to me this is some random dude from Russia)

And this is him in RE:Verse (that is going to be release TOGETHER)

So this tells me that they have 0 clue of how to handle his looks

Jill got RE3Rmk but it felt like a cheap game compared to RE2Rmk where the original RE3 was SO MUCH BETTER

And this is bad because there are so many new fans joining the fandom only to see 2 great characters suffering from poor director’s choices.

I’m sorry about this rant, if you like Chris face and looks its okay, really, but dont tell me that Chris from 5/6/8 is the same from 1/CV and if you think im wrong about Jill its fine, but she is an amazing character that could have so much more impact in RE universe (I mean, she never even appeared in a RE movie - animations)

But it’s sad to see so many characters that receive good representation in media and good games/lore while Jill get’s almost none and Chris is handled like random face guy.

I was going to talk a little bit more about Rev 1 and RE Umbrella Chronicles but there is no need since Im mad right now and it seems that Capcom has 0 interest in making Code Veronica and Umbrella’s fall after that since their fav boy Leon need a rmk in RE4 even tho RE4 is not that old.

Bonus:

Fun fact: Chris served in the Air force, so yeah, to me even Tom Cruise looks more like Chris than Chris from the games

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Dead Man’s Cell Phone--Chapter 2

Summary: When Emma Swan starts getting phone calls and texts from an unfamiliar number, she decides to check it out–only to discover the number belongs to a Killian Jones, who was killed in a robbery gone wrong six months ago. With some help from a medium, Merlin Emrys, Emma hopes to find out why a dead guy is contacting her–and why she feels such a strong pull to someone she has never met before.

Rating: K+

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Welcome to my entry for the Captain Swan Supernatural Summer! A big thank you to @cssns, the ladies on the Discord! Thank you also to @eastwesthomeisbest, my artist and my beta @veryverynotgood!

Other Chapters: Prologue 1 3 4 Epilogue

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"So after the phone calls, the text messages started coming," Emma said, settling into her best friend's plush sofa.

"Texts?" Mary Margaret asked curiously before taking a sip of her tea. "What kind of texts?"

It felt like Emma had known Mary Margaret forever. Both girls were placed in the system at young ages-Emma, because her parents abandoned her on the side of a road as an infant, and Mary Margaret, because her parents both died of illness. They ended up in the same group home, and quickly became the best of friends. They were closer than sisters until the day Mary Margaret was adopted by Cora Mills, and then eventually, Emma was fostered by Ruth Nolan.

Even after being placed with other families, Emma and Mary Margaret kept in touch-letters, phone calls, even the occasional visit. On one such visit, Emma's foster brother, David, was home from college, and as soon as he and Mary Margaret met, it was love at first sight.

They were so in love it was honestly a bit nauseating.

When they got married fresh out of college, Emma couldn't be happier. She'd always considered Mary Margaret her sister in all the ways that counted, and now they truly were.

There was no doubt about it - Mary Margaret Nolan was the person Emma was closest to in the entire world, and so it was only natural that when the weird stuff with the cell phone started happening, Emma decided to discuss it with her.

"Weird ones," Emma answered, taking a sip of her own hot cocoa with cinnamon. "Stuff like Help! or You're the only one who can save me!. And then some of them were even stranger. Just...random letters and symbols, almost like someone was randomly pressing buttons on a keyboard."

"So what did you do?" Mary Margaret asked, sitting on the other side of the sofa and turning toward Emma.

Emma shrugged. "I tried answering at first. You know, you hear about people who are abducted and, like, stuck in a basement for years and stuff like that. I kept thinking, what if someone really needed help and I just...ignored them?"

"And what happened when you answered?" Mary Margaret asked.

"Nothing," Emma answered before taking another sip. "No answer, just another cryptic text several hours later. Finally, I decided I'd had enough. Either someone needed help, or someone was messing with me. I decided I'd call the number, decide whether I needed to help them or tell them to go f-" She stopped, glancing over at Mary Margaret's toddler playing with blocks nearby. "Well, go do something not at all child-friendly to themselves."

"Let me guess, your call didn't get through."

"Nope," Emma confirmed, "but it was even weirder than that. I dialed the number just after receiving a text, but it went directly to voicemail."

"But that's not possible!" Mary Margaret exclaimed.

"Right?" Emma said. "So I tried to ignore the whole thing. Maybe the phone was just...I don't know..glitching or something, although I don't know how a technological glitch could make phone calls and text someone. Anyway, for some reason, I just can't let go. Even though I don't know him, somehow I feel a...connection...to this Killian Jones. I just-I don't know what to do about it."

Mary Margaret was silent for a moment, taking several sips of her steaming beverage, before turning back to Emma with a cautious look in her eyes. "There is...there is another possibility, if you have an open mind."

"Just how open are we talking?"

"Pretty open," Mary Margaret said. "What if-and just hear me out, I know this is crazy-what if Killian Jones is contacting you from beyond the grave."

"What, like a ghost?"

Mary Margaret shrugged. "I mean, I know it sounds crazy, but why not? One of the other teachers I work with was talking about this medium. His name is Merlin Emrys. Supposedly he can contact the dead and see ghosts and stuff like that."

"A medium? Seriously?" Emma asked, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. "Mary Margaret, you know those people are frauds. It's all about researching their marks ahead of time and then cold reading them. They're only in it to bleed as much cash out of vulnerable people as possible."

"I know it sounds crazy," Mary Margaret conceded, "but what if it's not? I've thought about going to him myself. If I could just talk to my parents one more time-make sure they're okay, make sure they've moved on, or whatever happens after someone dies. Well, it would provide a lot of comfort."

Emma's heart turned over, and she took her friend's hand. She knew how much Mary Margaret missed her parents. It was different for Emma. She'd never known her parents, only knew they'd tossed her out like garbage. She wasn't sure she even wanted to find them.

"I know you miss them," Emma said.

"I do," Mary Margaret said, "but that's not the point. The point is...what do you have to lose? Maybe this Merlin is just a quack like you said, but maybe not. Maybe he could be the key to unravelling the whole mystery."

Emma was silent for a moment. It was crazy; she knew it was. A medium wasn't going to give her the answers she needed if all her bail bonds tricks had failed her, but what the hell?

"Fine. I'll go see Merlin," Emma caved.

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Emma's eyebrows rose as she took in the small, ranch-style house Mary Margaret had directed her to. She was skeptical before seeing the place, but now-now red flags were going up everywhere.

There was a huge, gaudy sign out front that read "Merlin, the great and powerful. Wizard of the unknown and medium of the great beyond." The sign-indeed the entire front of the house-was decorated with all kinds of astrological signs and symbols.

Was this guy even for real?

Emma seriously considered turning around and getting back in her car, but she'd promised Mary Margaret she'd at least check this Merlin out and give him a chance, and Emma was a woman of her word. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

A moment later, an older man with longish, thinning gray hair and a rather unkempt gray beard opened the door. He was wearing long robes. Really playing the part, apparently.

"Merlin Emrys, I presume?" Emma asked as the man welcomed her inside with a sweep of his hand.

The man chuckled. "I'm afraid not. I'm merely his apprentice. Who might I tell Merlin is calling?"

Emma cocked an eyebrow. "You mean your all powerful boss didn't see me coming with his second sight or whatever?"

Emma stepped inside and the apprentice shut the door after her. "My master isn't clairvoyant. He merely has the ability to speak with the dead."

"Right," Emma said, not even trying to tamp down the skepticism in her voice. "I'm Emma Swan, and I'm here to-"

He stopped her with a raised hand. "Don't say too much. Merlin does not wish to be influenced by his clients. He wishes to sense the energy around you for himself."

Emma shrugged. "Sorry."

"It's quite alright," the apprentice said, moving toward large drapes at the far end of the room. "I'll be just a moment. Please, make yourself comfortable."

Emma looked around the room while she waited, and it took everything in her to keep from rolling her eyes. This guy was really playing up the whole "psychic" thing. It felt like she was in some sort of fortune teller carnival tent. All the signs and symbols. This guy even had a crystal ball. An actual crystal ball.

This trip was a massive waste of her time, but maybe it would at least prove to be entertaining.

"Emma Swan, welcome!"

Emma looked up at the handsome black man who made his way through the curtains. He was dressed in much the same way as his apprentice, only he wore a sorcerer's pointy hat on his head.

"Uh, thanks," Emma said, stepping forward and offering her hand. "Full disclosure. I'm more than a little bit of a skeptic, so if this is one of those 'it can only work if you truly believe' deals, we might have a problem."

"My gift can withstand the doubts of the skeptic," he chuckled before reaching out and taking her hand.

No sooner had his hand touched hers than he gasped, taking a step back, eyes going wide. "Would you-would you care to follow me back to my private sitting room, Miss Swan? It's far more comfortable back there."

Emma cocked a brow again, wondering what this odd man was on about. Still, she didn't sense any overt deception in him, and he didn't seem to be any threat to her, so she shrugged before following him through the curtains.

This backroom was far more ordinary than the room they'd just inhabited. Emma took a plush armchair, and Merlin sat on a sofa across from her.

Merlin pulled off his hat and sat it beside him. "I apologize for all the theatrics, Miss Swan," he said, reaching for a pot of tea and then raising an eyebrow in question. Emma declined the beverage with a small shake of her head, and Merlin proceeded to pour himself a cup. "I attempt to play up to what most clients expect from a psychic. Unfortunately, most poor souls who come to see me are out of luck. The loved one they wish to contact has passed on. For most, all I can do amounts to smoke and mirrors. I could tell the moment I shook your hand that you were different."

Emma inwardly scoffed. She knew enough about cons not to be fooled by a clever con man. Made sense he'd use a different tactic with a skeptic than he would with some poor, grief-stricken sap who was a true believer.

"No offense, but I still think you're full of crap," she said.

Merlin smiled. "It seems those with the most energy surrounding them always do."

"So, what?" Emma asked. "Are there ghosts all around me or something?"

"There are a few spirits here with us today," Merlin confirmed. "There's one who's quite insistent. It's a man; looks as though he died rather young. I don't sense he's family, but you were close. Maybe coworkers? Perhaps friends?"

Emma took a deep breath, a face coming to mind. Surely he couldn't mean-

"I'm getting a G in the name," Merlin said slowly. "Greg or Gray….no. Graham."

Emma's heart turned over. Graham. Sweet, slightly dorky Graham Humbert. They'd worked together on more than a few cases, and they'd become good friends.

In fact, they'd been teetering on the precipice of possibly becoming more than friends when he died suddenly.

"How did you know to mention Graham? How did you know that name would get the biggest rise out of me?" Emma demanded, voice hard.

"I don't choose the spirits who come to me," Merlin explained calmly, "I merely give them a voice. Graham is pleased to see you again. He's glad you're doing well."

The anger came then, spurred on by the pain the memory of Graham's death brought back. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"He died quite suddenly, didn't he?" Merlin asked, ignoring her question. "I'm feeling a tightness in my chest. Something with his heart?"

"Heart attack," Emma confirmed tightly. "He had a heart attack right in front of me and died in my arms."

"He's sorry, so very sorry you had to go through that," Merlin said, putting a comforting hand on her arm. "He never wanted to be a source of pain for you."

Emma felt the tears at the back of her eyes and had to take a deep breath to keep them from falling. "Yeah, well, he didn't exactly have a say in the matter. Look, I don't know how you knew to bring up Graham, but I'm still not buying it."

"He apologizes he couldn't bring you a bear claw today," Merlin continued with a smile. "Oh, and he asks if you remember the day he thought he saw a wolf. He wants you to know he wasn't drunk. It really was there-in spirit at least."

Emma gasped, remembering the night she and Graham had gone to the Rabbit Hole for a drink after a long shift and Graham swore he spotted a big, gray wolf right there on the main street of town. Emma had made fun of him for that, telling him he'd clearly imbibed a bit too much that night. There's no way Merlin could have known about that incident. He couldn't have found it in any newspaper or online article about Graham's death.

Was it...was it possible this guy was the real deal?

"Okay, I admit, it's weird you'd bring that up," Emma said. "Let's say I believe you, can you ask Graham if he's okay? If he, like, moved on or whatever?"

"You just asked him," Merlin said. "He's here with us and can hear you. He wants to tell you that he is okay. He's more than okay; he's happy. He's moved on, and he's at peace, more than he could have ever thought possible."

Emma smiled, feeling comfort at the thought.

"There's someone else here with us as well," Merlin said. "Another male presence, but I don't believe you know this one. This one seems angry, desperate."

"Um...should we be scared?" Emma asked.

Merlin shook his head. "He doesn't mean us harm, only wants his story told. He's too indistinguishable to speak now, but I sense he'll be accompanying us on our journey today as well."

Wonderful. An angry, desperate ghost guide. Just fantastic.

"So, Emma," Merlin said, after a moment, "what brings you to me tonight?"

Emma pulled out her phone and laid out the entire story for Merlin. She told him about the calls, the texts, everything. Merlin took her phone in hand and gasped as soon as it touched his hand.

"There is a huge amount of energy here," he said. "There's no doubt a spirit has attached itself to you-or at least your phone."

Emma felt a chill. "My phone is haunted?"

"Not precisely," Merlin murmured, turning the device over in his hand. "Someone wishes to get your attention; wishes for you to help him, but there's something odd here, something I can't quite place."

"What do you mean?"

"The spirit is...indistinct," Merlin said, "hazy and just beyond my reach. I've never experienced anything like this."

Emma waited, her curiosity more than piqued at Merlin's odd reaction to her cell phone.

After a moment, Merlin's eyes widened. "Your friend Graham cleared up the mystery for me."

"What?" Emma asked. "What does Graham say is going on?"

"The reason I can't get a clear read on the spirit attached to your phone-this Killian Jones-is, well, because he's not dead."

Notes:

-So there you have it. For those of you who have wondered how this story could possibly have a happy ending since Killian is dead-this is how. He's not actually dead!

-Up next: With Merlin's help, Emma finds out how this is all possible-and she finds the not-dead Killian Jones.

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Guilty Pleasure

[Porn AU]

Summary: Peter and Beck used to be a power couple in the porn industry, but after Beck dumps him, Peter is forced to start over. With no money, no family and nowhere to go, he doesn’t have much choice other than to keep doing porn, so he joins Just4Fans to get back on his feet and then one day he gets a very generous tip from someone under the username of YKWIM.

Warnings: 18+, explicit, references to past non-con/rape (not between main pairing, not explicit), daddy kink, Peter in lingerie, references to gaslighting and abusive relationship (not between main pairing, not explicit). The warnings are for the story as whole, not for this chapter specifically. I’ll add more in the future, if needed.

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Part I / Part II / Part III / Part IV / Part V / Part VI / Part VII / Part VIII / Part IX / Part X / Part XI / Epilogue

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“He can’t do this!” Ned slammed his hands down on the counter between them, as Peter took a swig of the cheap wine he bought with the last ten bucks he had in his wallet. “He isn’t even in all of the videos, at least half of the money is rightfully yours!” He kept going, stating the obvious, but Peter just sighed and shrugged.

“I’m not disagreeing with you, Ned, I’m just relaying what he told me: he’s not gonna give me anything. It’s his channel, his equipment, the money from the subscriptions goes straight to his bank account, so it’s his. It’s all his. His words, by the way.” He took another swig of wine straight from the bottle. He had been drinking from a small glass Ned offered him – he wasn’t a pirate – but it soon proved to be too small to quench his pain, so. Yeah. Pirate style it was.

“You have to sue his ass, Peter, he can’t get away with this,” MJ intervened. She was sitting next to him on a stool by the kitchen counter, so he turned to look at her with a deep frown on his face.

“Did you not hear me saying I just spent my last ten dollars on this bottle of wine? I have, like, twenty four cents left in my pocket. And that’s it. I can’t hire a lawyer, I can’t even feed myself right now!” He raised his voice a little, but quickly got himself back under control and apologized. His friends were not to blame for his predicament – they did try to warn him Beck was bad news, he didn’t want to listen. “And you know what? I don’t give a fuck. He can choke on all of it if he wants, the videos, the money, the subscribers, I don’t fucking care.” It wasn’t true, of course. Well, partially. He really didn’t care about the money, videos, subscribers, etc, but he cared about Beck. He would have given everything else up if it meant he could keep him.

Which was stupid of him, of course. But he certainly wasn’t winning any awards for being a great decision maker.

“It’s still not fair. I mean, I knew that guy was sleazy, but you’d think he’d have the decency to at least give you something, you know? You’ve been together for three years, he’s been making money off your ass for almost as long. How could he just fucking kick you out and not give you a single dime? After all the money you’ve made for him? It’s fucking sick, that guy is fucking psychopath if you ask me.” MJ’s face was turning red from anger, which made Peter smile a little. It felt good to know he was loved by someone, even if he hadn’t been the best friend to them for the past few years.

The thought made him close his eyes for a second, guilt creeping over him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d called either of them – maybe on Ned’s birthday, almost two months earlier. They used to be inseparable, the three of them; the three musketeers, as corny and lame as it sounded. For years, those two were the only family he knew, but when Beck came into his life, everything changed.

Stupid fucking Beck.

Peter used to think of him as his own personal super-hero – it did feel like he had come to save him, after all. They met when he was seventeen, he had been living in foster homes for almost seven years by then, after Ben and May passed away. At the time, he was with his fifth family, and there were so many children in that house, so many of them came and went, that their foster parents didn’t really keep tabs most of the time. It was easy to sneak out, and Peter did, often.

He met Beck on one of his night walks – and their first meeting should have raised all kinds of red flags, but for whatever reason, it didn’t. Beck slowed the car next to him, rolled down the window and asked how much Peter charged for a blowjob. Just like that. The teen gasped at first, but when he looked around for a moment, he realized he wasn’t in the most family friendly neighborhood. There were, in fact, some men and women around him who definitely looked like they were there for that, but Peter was in sweats, for crying out loud, and he definitely looked his age – or even younger than that.

His wide eyes must have given him away, because the older man quickly apologized and showed him a charming, white smile. He made up some excuse about mistaking him for someone else and the boy said it was ok. He was going to keep walking when Beck asked what his name was. Then how old he was. Then where he was going, where he ha come from.

Looking back, Peter knew he should have run. He should have left, because there was no excuse for an adult man like him to keep asking a teenager so many questions right after he basically offered him money to suck his dick. But that Peter, that 17-year-old boy, was still a bit too naive. To have such a handsome man showing interest in him – his kind, blue eyes smiling at him, warm and safe – was inebriating. He actually looked at him. And cared. At least Peter thought he did at the time. And he was so lonely back then, even that little bit of attention meant the world to him.

He should have run, but he stayed. Should have run, but got in his car. Should have run, but ended up giving him a clumsy hand job in the backseat, after just a few sweet promises whispered in his eager ears. Beck was so good with words, he could have convinced Peter to jump off a bridge that very same night if he wanted.

They exchanged phone numbers. For weeks, they texted and called each other, until they could meet again. By then, he was smitten. At twenty, he could see how innocent he had been, how trusting and open he was with a complete stranger. A 32 year-old stranger, at that. Ned and MJ, his only friends from school, warned him that it wasn’t okay. That it was weird for a man his age to be interested in a teenage boy, but Peter said they were wrong. He said he wasn’t just a regular kid, he had been through stuff they could only imagine. He was mature and experienced, and Beck could see that, which was why he liked him.

Looking back now, it was embarrassing how wrong he was. Beck was an illusionist. Sad thing was everyone could see the trapdoor but him.

“So what are you gonna do now?” MJ asked, fishing another bottle of wine from under the counter and placing it in front of Peter, who almost cried in gratitude.

“You mean besides crying myself to sleep for the next few months?” He wasn’t really joking. The only reason he wasn’t crying right at that moment was because he had spent almost three hours bawling his eyes out on a park bench close to their – well, Beck’s – apartment, hoping against hope that Beck would reconsider and come after him. When it became clear it wasn’t going to happen, he headed to the only place he knew he could find refuge – even if he didn’t deserve it.

“Yeah, besides that, obviously.” She opened the wine bottle and before he could take it and drink straight from it, she poured three glasses and Peter sighed, defeated.

“I have no idea.” He answered, only slightly surprised that he actually meant it. He had absolutely no clue what to do. For three years, he hadn’t had to worry about money – or anything, really. Beck took care of everything and he just assumed it would always be like that. That he would always have him by his side to take care of him.

He rubbed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

“Are you going to keep doing porn?” Ned asked, a worried expression on his face. Peter remembered he hated the idea when Beck first suggested it, as soon as he turned eighteen.

People are gonna lose it, Beck said. A pretty little twink and a hot daddy? We’re going to be a hit.

And they were. Their first videos blew up quickly, people were either disgusted by the thought of them together – because of the age gap – or completely enthralled. The haters helped them get more views, and Peter soon learned that there really was no such thing as bad publicity. Beck promoted their videos on twitter, where they accumulated thousands of followers. Peter remembered that, back then, many people sent him worried messages, saying he was too young, that Beck was a predator, that he was taking advantage of him.

In retrospect, they might have been right, after all.

He wasn’t too sure about doing porn when they first started, he knew once they released the first video, there was no going back, there was no way they could ever take it down – the internet was forever. Nothing was ever truly deleted. He wanted to be a dad someday, what if his children ever saw those videos in the future? What would have Ben and May thought? What about his parents?

None of this matters, honey, Beck assured him. These kids don’t even exist yet, don’t worry about them. And your relatives, well… They’re gone, sweetie. You can’t really disappoint them anymore.

So Peter did it. And he was terrified at first, he felt so exposed, people all over the world could see him in his most vulnerable moments, all of him, in every position Beck managed to put him in, in any outfit he thought the public might like, in any setting he thought might bring in more viewers, more subscribers, more money.

Soon, just the two of them weren’t enough. Their viewers wanted to see Peter with other people – other daddies – and Beck saw another opportunity to increase his profit. Peter was strongly against the idea at first, it felt too much like prostitution, which was where he wanted to draw the line, but, again, Beck sweet-talked him into it.

It’s nothing like prostitution, honey, he said. I’ll be there the whole time, I’ll be the one filming and directing, I’ll be the one paying the other actors, all the profits are ours. How is that anything like prostitution? It’s just like what we’ve been doing so far.

So not only there were a bunch of videos of him and Beck out there in the world, there were also lots of videos of him with other men, some of whom were old enough to be his actual dad. There was even one video in particular that he was specially embarrassed by – and sadly enough, that was the most viewed one so far. It was fucking humiliating.

At some point, Peter should have realized it became all about money for Beck – and maybe it had been like that all along, he just hadn’t noticed before. Over the last few months of their relationship, they never had sex just for fun, just for the hell of it. There were always cameras, and lights, and roles to play. Beck never said he loved him anymore. Barely touched him. Barely kissed him. He should have seen it coming. He had been too blind, or just… Didn’t want to see what was happening right before his eyes. He ignored all the signs. The voice in the back of his head telling him something was off.

But anyway, porn. Could he still do it?

“I don’t know,” he answered, finally. He looked at his best friends and sighed with a shrug. “To be honest, it was never something I enjoyed, and I don’t know if I could ever do it without him somehow involved, you know? I did it with him because I felt… Safe? I don’t want to get involved in the actual porn industry, I’ve heard some pretty fucked up stories.” Peter had heard horror stories about other boys in the industry, and even though his own story was no fairy tale, there was nothing so bad that it couldn’t get worse.

“How about Just4Fans?” MJ asked and both Peter and Ned turned to look at her in shock. “What? You guys were pretty popular, right? You won awards and shit, so there must be at least a few hundred people out there who would pay money to see some dirty pictures of you, maybe some short videos. That way you won’t need to go into professional porn and you wouldn’t need a partner, but you could still make decent money. And fast.”

Well, it actually made sense. It wasn’t like there weren’t hundreds of videos of him being fucked raw all over the internet, anyway. A few dirty pictures couldn’t hurt. And besides, it didn’t need to be forever, just until he figured something out.

“That’s… actually not a bad idea,” he conceded, drinking the last of the wine in his glass. MJ sympathetically filled it up again and he mumbled his thanks.

“What do you think he will do now?” Ned asked carefully, and Peter shrugged for what felt like the hundredth time. There was so much he didn’t know.

“Probably keep shooting videos with his new boy-toy.” He managed to say it with a steady voice, but his eyes burned. He still couldn’t believe how… replaceable Beck thought he was.

When he noticed them interacting online a few months earlier, before the boy was even eighteen, Peter was alarmed, but when he confronted the older man about it, he said he was crazy and seeing things, picking up fights for no reason. He always twisted things in a way that, somehow, Peter was the one apologizing to him in the end.

Months later, just weeks after the kid turned eighteen, there he was – homeless, penniless and lost – meanwhile the other guy was probably getting comfortable in his bed. If Peter didn’t hate the kid, he would pity him. In a few years, he would probably meet the same fate.

“Do you think he would take the videos down if you asked?” Ned asked, and Peter scoffed.

“Yeah, right, those videos will still make him a lot of money monthly, he’d never delete them.” And Peter would have to live with the fact that he would always be just one google search away from complete humiliation and exposure. If he ever tried to get a serious job, those videos would stand in the way. If he ever managed to meet somebody decent and good, those videos would be a testament to what sort of person he was in the past. Fuck, some of them were really fucked up.

“So… Should we create fake twitter accounts to trash talk his short dick or what?” MJ was already grabbing her phone and Peter laughed halfheartedly, shaking his head.

“He’s not worth it. Karma will take care of him, I’m sure.” He drank the last of his wine and whimpered sadly. “So… Can I crash with you guys for a few days? I promise I’m not gonna overstay my welcome! I’ll be out of your hair as soon as the Just4Fans thing works out.”

“Of course you can, nerd, stay as long as you need. We’ve got your back, c’mon.” MJ got up from her stool and gestured for him to do the same. “Do you mind taking the couch?” She asked as she headed to her bedroom in the tiny apartment.

“Not at all,” he answered with a sigh of relief, then went to grab his suitcase by the door. Three years together and that was all he had to show for it. A single suitcase with a few changes of clothes, after being kicked out of the house on a cold February night. His eyes burned but he took a deep breath, blinking them rapidly to avoid the tears.

“Then make yourself at home. Our casa es su casa.” MJ placed a pillow on the couch and handed him a thick, warm blanket.

“We’ll figure something out, okay?” Ned clasped him on the shoulder with a gentle smile on his face.

“Okay.” He sighed, feeling like a weight had been lifted off his crushed chest.

He waited for his friends to go into their respective rooms, waited to hear their quiet snores, before he allowed the tears to run freely down his face, replaying everything Beck said to him when he kicked him out.

Before he knew it, he was a sobbing a little, so he buried his face in the pillow to muffle the noise, as he tried to convince himself that things were going to be okay, that he was going to be okay. But at that moment, that was hard to believe.

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come back to me [seventeen] ⇢ jjk

you’re willing to do anything to save your marriage, even if that meant you’d have to sacrifice your own happiness to do so.

pairing — husband!jungkook x malereader, ft. ceo!jaehyun

genre — angst, sexual themes, idol au, exes to lovers-ish au, open relationship au, marriage au, parents au

series warnings — infidelity (kinda?), swearing, bisexual!jungkook, jealous!jungkook, insecure!reader, unhealthy relationship, unrequited love-ish, slow burn, use of alcohol, mentions of divorce problems, (more could be added in future chapters)

word count — 2.3k

author’s note — Just a heads up to everyone, school started back up again so chapters might take some time to be released. And there’s probably going to be only three or so chapters left until the epilogue.

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Being back home never felt so good.

Stepping inside of your house, you felt instant warmth, turning around to see Jungkook trailing right behind you with Minho right beside him.

Everything was different now—and in a good way this time. As you stared into Jungkook’s eyes, you now had a sense of fondness and yearn for him, instead of pain and heartache like you used to have before.

“Feels good to be home, huh?” Jungkook smiled down you, heartwarming at the sight of the same smile on your face as you nodded your head. He then placed Minho’s suitcase down on the ground beside the door, you doing the same with yours. “Well, I better hand out—”

“Appa, where’s your stuff?” Minho suddenly asks, staring up at Jungkook confusingly.

“Oh,” Jungkook eyes widened slightly at his words, causing him to glance at you and shrug his shoulders, not knowing what to say.

That’s when you grinned at him. “They’re still in the car, appa has to go get them.”

Jungkook’s eyes may have been wide, but after hearing your answer they were nearly bulging out of his head. He stared at you, trying to see if what you were saying is true, and when you nodded his heart skipped a beat.

“Yay!” Minho cheered loudly, clapping his hands. “Appa is living with us again.”

Minho ran off to his room, and when he was gone Jungkook turned towards you. “Are you sure you want me back? I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing his, allowing me to move back—”

“Jungkook,” you smiled reassuringly. “It’s okay. You can move back here, it’s your house too. But you’re staying in the guest room for now, is that okay—”

“Yes, yes!” Jungkook quickly interrupted, nodding his head. “Yeah, that’s perfectly fine.” He couldn’t stop the smile creeping onto his face. “I’ll do anything to come back home.”

You simply nodded, lowering your head to hide the blush forming on your cheeks.

“I’ll go get my suitcase then.”

While Jungkook went back to the car, you brought both yours and Minho’s things upstairs and began to unpack. It hasn’t even been ten minutes yet until your phone started ringing, Cho’s name flashing on the screen.

“Hey girl,” you answered, pressing your phone against your ear as you continued to unpack your clothes, returning them into their original places, whether that be your closet or large dresser. “What’s up?”

“I heard you’re back, is that true?” You hummed in reply, shoving one of your pants into a drawer. “Then can you come to the office real quick? Jaehyun needs to talk to you—it’s urgent.”

“Can’t he just call me?” You ask, releasing a sigh and in the background you couldn’t help but hear multiple voices going on, some of them even sounding loud and chaotic. You’ve been home for about two hours and they already wanted you to come into work—and it’s nearing five in the evening too.

“He’s busy right now, it’ll be easier if you just come here.” Cho replied, hearing her mumble something to someone in the background in the process. Just as you were about to argue, she quickly added in a quiet voice, “I’ve got to go so hurry,” before hanging up on you.

You shoved your phone into your pocket with an exasperated groan falling from your mouth.

Grabbing a coat, you rushed out of your room and down the stairs only to run into Jungkook coming in the opposite direction with his phone in hand.

“I’ve got to go,” you both said at the same time. Jungkook cleared his throat and gestured you to go first, which you then did.

“Cho just called and asked me to come down to the office real quick, something urgent happened and she said Jaehyun needs me there.”

Instantly, you noticed the way he tensed at the mention of Jaehyun but nodded understandingly nonetheless. “Yeah, Namjoon-hyung also called and asked me to come down to the studio and do some song recordings. It shouldn’t take long, just doing the lines that I missed while being gone.”

“Okay, what about Minho? It’s late and we can’t get a babysitter last minute.”

“I’ll take him with me,” Jungkook offered in an instant. “I’m sure the others will be happy to see him again, it’s been too long.”

You nodded, “Okay, we’ll meet back here then?”

“Yeah, and I’ll pickup some Chinese takeout for us on the way back home.”

“Sounds good.”

After saying goodbye, you both went your separate ways, you heading in one direction while Jungkook and Minho went in the other.

Entering Jung Enterprises, you immediately greeted with nothing but complete chaos around every corner.

Questions arose in your mind when seeing many employees, people who you didn’t bother learning the names of run past you with files and or boxes in their hands. You tried to stop and ask one of them what was going on, but they would only mumble out a quick reply, saying how they were busy and unable to help you.

Realizing that you weren’t going to get any information out of anyone, you took the elevator up to the top floor where Jaehyung’s office was, and when entering the room, you were greeted by the sight of his back as he talked to someone on his phone.

“You don’t have to worry, sir.” Jaehyun paused, turning around to glance at you and you swore you could literally feel the awkward tension shared between you two as he held his finger up before continuing his conversation. “Everything should be packed and moved out out of here by the end of this week. Alright, goodbye sir.”

You raised a brow confusingly at his sentence.

“Sorry about that,” hanging up, Jaehyun placed his phone down and leaned guest his desk, facing you. “Just had to finish a last minute phone call—welcome back, by the way.”

“Thank you,” you bowed your head. “It feels good to be back home.”

“How was the trip?”

“It was—good,” answering hesitantly, knowing that any topic that had any relation to Jungkook was a touchy subject for him. And even though you were careful with your words, you could still see the way Jaehyun’s jaw clenched and eyes staring down to avoid yours.

Jaehyun simply hummed in reply. “You’re probably wondering why I asked you to come here at such a late notice?” He asks, changing the subject.

You nodded, taking a seat at one of the chairs across from him—barely a feet away from where he was standing.

“The company’s moving,” and just from hearing those three words made your eyes widen, but you chose to stay silent. “While you were gone I had a meeting with a sponser who is interested in doing a full partnership with our business. And in order for our companies to work together, our company must move to where their headquarters is at—” he suddenly pauses, hesitation clear in his voice. “—which is in California—Los Angeles precisely.”

That’s when your widen eyes nearly fell out of your skull. “C-California? As in the United States, California?”

Jaehyun nodded.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” You question, “I mean, Jung Enterprises started in South Korea. It’s one of the most successful and largest companies in the country. I’m sure not everyone is going to move across the world, so that means there’ll be lots of layoffs. People won’t be happy about that,” your voice trailed off near the end, not knowing whether or not you were crossing the line.

Back then you were able to talk freely around him, but after everything you been through with each other, you weren’t so sure now.

“Yes, I’m aware of that.” Jaehyun nodded again. “But after going over the numbers with some of the accountants, we’ve learned that our profits can nearly triple in size if we do this partnership. Moving is the best choice for my company, regardless of how many people will be unhappy because of it.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but chose to remain silent. “I understand, sir. If you think that moving the company is the best decision then I support you one hundred percent.” You then ask, “But I’m confused, why are you telling me this?”

“I want you to come with me.”

“Y-You what,” you gaped, eyes wide. “I can’t.”

“Why not?” Jaehyun asks, tilting his head as he stared at you confusingly.

“Because of Jungkook,” was on the tip of your tongue, but you found yourself only able to say “Because of Minho. He has friends here, close friends and my family is also here. He’ll have to restart with school, meet new people. Those kind of things aren’t easy for a kid. And plus, we’ll be alone over there—”

“You’ll have me,” quickly spewed out of Jaehyun’s mouth, making you freeze and stare at him with shock.

You opened your mouth, struggling to find the right words to say. “Jaehyun, I—” you suddenly paused, nibbling on your bottom lip anxiously. “What about Jungkook, then? I can’t just take Minho away from him.”

“He has money, he can visit.” Jaehyun snapped, making you slightly flinch, and when he saw you staring down at ground, trying to avoid his eyes he knew. “It’s not just because of Minho or those other problems, isn’t it? It’s because of him.”

You stayed silent.

“A-Are you two working things out?” And again, you chose to stay silent which made Jaehyun roll his eyes and scoff. “I can’t believe you’re actually forgiving him that easily. You’re so stupid—”

“Excuse me,” you stared at him with disbelief, your gaze replaced with annoyance. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know how any of this is your business. It’s my family—not yours.”

“You’re making a big mistake, {Name}.” Jaehyun’s jaw clenched. “What if later on in the future things don’t work out between you two and you both still get a divorce? You won’t have a job, and you’ll be alone—”

“Then I’ll deal with it if that time comes!” You exclaimed, eyes filled with rage and hands balled up into fists by your side. “I know you’re doing this because you don’t like Jungkook and nothing will make you happier than to have me all to yourself but—”

“Oh my god,” Jaehyun sighs frustratingly. “Jungkook is not the reason, I’m doing this for you and Minho only. Just think about it, please!” He was now shouting back as well. “He’ll have a better education there, and you’re salary will be doubled. You’ll even have a nice penthouse in our company’s new building that’ll be fully paid off. Life will be better there—”

“That’s enough, Jaehyun.” You interrupted him, standing up from your seat so that you were now eye-level with him. “I’ll just save you the trouble and give you my verbal resignation right now.”

You turned and headed towards the door but stopped when Jaehyun suddenly called for you. “Wait,” turning around, you watched as he then walked up to you and handed you a thin file. “Just think about it, alright? Everything you need to know about the transfer is in here.”

You sighed, your harden eyes softening when seeing the hopeful glint shining in his own ones.“Fine...”

Taking the file, you glanced at him one last time before stepping out of his office and leaving.

Jungkook couldn’t help but admire the sight across from him through the clear class window. Standing inside the recording booth with a microphone against his lips and headphones over his head, he watched as Minho sat and bounced on Jimin’s lap while playing on his phone.

Jungkook could tell they were taking pictures judging from the funny facial expressions they both were doing.

“Alright, I think you’re done.” Namjoon spoke up from behind the glass, turning off all the devices. “Good job.”

Jungkook nodded, removing his headphones before stepping out of the small booth. Before he could even fully close the door Minho was already running up to him and flashing Taehyung’s phone at him. “Look appa, look at the pictures me and samchon took together?”

Glancing down and squinting at the screen, Jungkook chuckled at the different pictures of his son and his hyung, some were filters that changed the appearance of their faces and some were just of them doing silly facial expressions. “Those are funny, bubs.”

“So, Jungkookie.” Jimin spoke up, gaining everyone’s attention. “What are your plans for tonight after you leave?

“Nothing, really.” Jungkook answered, shaking his head. “Probably get some Chinese food on the way home, eat, and then go to bed most likely. We’re all pretty exhausted after the flight.”

Namjoon nodded, “Well, I’m happy you two are starting to work things out.”

“You just better not fuck things up again...” Jimin mumbled underneath his breath but was still loud enough for the youngest member to hear.

Jungkook instantly covered his son’s ears with his hands and glared back at him before whispering, “I won’t, hyung. I won’t mess things up again—and no swearing in front of Minho.”

Jimin pursed his lips and held his hands up in surrender, earning a small giggle from Minho.

“Well, it’s getting late so we better get home.” Jungkook then spoke up, “I’m hungry and I know you are too, bubs—”

Suddenly, the sound of someone knocking interrupted Jungkook, making him stare at his two hyungs confusingly. “Are you two expecting anyone?” And when they both shook their heads, he glanced down at Minho and patted his head. “Stay with your samchons, okay?”

“Okay, appa.” Minho listened without any trouble, running over to sit back down on Jimin’s lap.

“I’ll go check it out,” Jungkook says before leaving the room and making his way towards the studio’s entrance. When approaching the door, he was expecting it to be one of the staff or maybe one of his hyungs. But he certainly wasn’t expecting to see the one person he never wanted to see again standing in the middle of doorway.

“Y-Yeonha,” stuttering out, Jungkook stared at the girl who stood in front of him with teary eyes and trembling hands. “What are you doing here?”

“W-We need to talk, Jungkook.”

and you thought things were going to be okay. now it seems both parties have their own issues to deal with.

what do you think is going to happen next?

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