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hiii!! do u have a potential post/finish date for first impressions pt4? ive been rereading the parts like every other day i cant get enough of ur writing omg.

Warning: Swearing

Background: After dinner, Liane suggests you and Eric go out for the night.

Status: Ongoing

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'Night out'

Dinner was tense, to say the least. Liane would either not speak or ask only Eric questions. She wouldn't even eat the potato salad you made and looked offended when Eric seemed to love it.

"Honestly babe this is great." He said with a soft smile.

You gave a simple nod feeling the cold glare Liane was shooting your way. Her food was honestly amazing but so filling and kinda greasy. You felt like if you ate more than the small portion you served yourself you'd gain half your body weight overnight.

"Your cooking is so good Ms. Cartman." You said trying your best to salvage the night, and foolishly hoping with that one comment she's immediately love you.

She gave a forced smile and nodded before turning back to Eric. "So honey you look like you lost a lot of weight are you eating alright?"

She was right, of course. Eric had lost a bit of weight since you first met him, it wasn't too much but it was noticeable. You've seen a picture of him as a kid and he was always chubby, but now he gained some muscle, and honestly? He looked amazing.

"Oh. Yeah, I'm eating ok. Y/N never really stops cooking." He said with a chuckle, seemingly not as nervous anymore. "And we go to the gym sometimes so yeah I guess I have."

Liane took in a sharp breath, her nostrils flared and her grip on her glass tightened. "Well isn't that wonderful? Seems like you changed a lot since you left me."

This made Eric gain all that nervous energy back. And you can see why. She said it like it was meant to harm him. Like her words were a knife and she was aiming for his stomach.

"Yeah, I guess so.." He said shifting in his seat.

"You haven't called since you left." Another stab. "Was starting to think you forgot about me."

She put her fork and knife down and gave a small smile. It was insincere, angry. But you weren't sure if Eric saw that. "So I'm glad you came.

"Y-Y/N wanted to meet you so I thought so yeah know...thought it was a good idea." He said looking at Liane but avoiding her eyes.

"Oh. Well, I guess I have you to thank, Y/N." She said darting her cold eyes to you, and you can tell it killed her a bit inside to say that. She turned back to Eric and gave a sickly sweet smile. "You two staying long?"

"Maybe just the night," Eric said, biting his lip.

"That just won't do!" She said with a shocked expression. Don't you want to see your friends again?" Liane said gathering the empty plates on the table. "In fact, why don't you go out tonight? I'm sure the boys would love to see you."

You got a sinking feeling in your stomach at her suggestion. God, if she hated you, how would his friends react?

"I-I don't know...I mean are they even still in town? I'm sure they're busy." Eric said trying to figure out how to say no without the words coming out of his mouth.

"I insist! Most of them are still in town. Stan visits every now and then. Kyle and Kenny work at the school. In fact, I bet they're all at the bar downtown as we speak." Liane said before turning to you and dropping her 'motherly' voice. "Y/N wouldn't mind going. Would you?"

You hated how much this woman scared you. "N-nope! Don't mind at all! L-let's go I'd love to meet everyone." You said, giving an unconvincing laugh.

Eric bounced his leg and nodded. "Okay...yeah let's go."

You and Eric stood up and speed walked out the door. Once you two were in the car you both let out a sigh of relief.

"I told you this was a bad idea." Eric said starting the car.

"Yeah well it would have helped if you told me she was fucking crazy!" You said running your hands down your face. "I feel like I aged twenty years. I started worrying about my morgage in there."

"Why do you think I never wanted you to meet her?"

"I don't know! I thought you were like planning to break up with me soon or something!" You said as he drove.

He slammed down on the break petal and turned to look at you. "Y/N are you kidding?" He said, clearly offended. "Y/N you are the only person in my life that I turn back to. I left everything here because I couldn't fucking stand it."

You felt your cheeks heat up as Eric looked at you with his blue and brown eyes. He cupped your cheeks and pressed his lips into a line. "I can stand you. You are the only person I never get tired of."

"You are the only thing that makes sense." He continues. "My mom says she loves me but doesn't want me to be happy. My friends fucking hate me but still keep me around. Y/N you mean everything you say. When you say you love me I don't even fucking question it. God you're so-"

He cut himself off and let out a small frustrated growl. He grabbed your cheeks and pressed his lips into yours. You melted into his touch and kissed back. One of his hands moved to the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair, gently tugging. You gasp softly and he takes the chance to slide his tongue into your mouth.

The kiss quickly heated up. Your hands move down to his arms trying to keep yourself grounded, feeling that if you let go you'd float away. Before you two could get enough there was a honk behind the car, reminding you both that you were parked in the middle of the road. Eric let out a frustrated growl and reluctantly pulled away from your lips.

"Asshole could just move around." He muttered as he continued driving.

You let out a small laugh and leaned your head against the window. You felt less nervous about the rest of the night but you couldn't get rid of that nagging feeling in your stomach. What would his friends be like? Why would Liane make you and Eric leave if she didn't want you around? What was she playing at?

"What are your friends like?" You asked softly.

"I wouldn't really call them friends." He said looking ahead at the semi-empty road. "I liked hanging around Kenny, he was pretty cool. Stan was fine but he was more Kyle's friend than me or Kenny's. And Kyle....Kyle and I didn't really like each other."

You look over at him wondering if you should ask what you're about to. "Why not?"

"It's a long story...not ready to talk about all that yet." He said with a sigh.

"Remember last time you weren't ready to talk about something?" You asked half-teasingly. "Had to have a weird dinner with your mom who clearly hates me."

"I know but I just...It'll take me some time so be patient yeah?" He said parking in front of a small bar.

"Yeah okay." You said with a sigh. "Now let's go meet your....childhood acquaintances?"

Eric grimaced and chuckled. "Maybe calling them friends is better."

A/N: You guys can make me do literally anything you ask. I love seeing you guys enjoy my writing. But part 5 won't come for a bit, gotta give attention to my other stories. And I don't have a set schedule I just post when I post, but yeah if you guys love my writing and ever want an update on the next part just comment so it's a bit easier to give more updates. And if you don't wanna miss a part ask to be added to the taglist and I'll add you. I literally will not reject anyone who asks. a million people can ask and I will tag all of them. But yeah thank you sm for reading. Love ya'll bye bye.

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ninbayphua-moyan · 3 years

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Moonlit Sparrow Through Parted Clouds

Thunderous grey clouds hung heavy in the sky as I made my way towards the lecture hall. My body ached with a bone-deep exhaustion and each leaden step I took felt heavier than the last. I stopped, wanting to turn back, but time and time again, my body refused to obey as my legs carried me towards my destination.

Half an hour later, I found myself standing outside the empty lecture hall despite the countless hesitations along the way. Sighing, I sank to the floor and closed my eyes, too tired to remain upright. That’s what university does to you. It sucks out your soul, your passion, and your youth, leaving nothing behind but an empty husk of a human being.

A familiar voice calling my name pricked my hazy, sleep deprived brain and I cracked open my heavy eyelids. My facial muscles moved like clockwork, automatically forming a smile to greet my friend.

“You look like a corpse!” Chu Ying exclaimed worriedly at the sight of the heavy dark circles beneath my vacant eyes.

“Haven’t been getting much sleep this week…” I replied with a nonchalant shrug as I quickly scrunched up my eyes until they turned into little crescents of laughter, “assignments due soon.”

Seemingly convinced by my explanation, she gave me a look of sympathetic encouragement and left. The second no one was looking, I let the smile fall. Amazing what a simple smile could conceal. You could probably murder someone, smile, plead innocent and everyone would believe you. Sighing softly under my breath, I grabbed my bag and joined the gathering crowd of students as they trickled into the dimly lit lecture theatre.

My laptop sat quietly on the desk, an empty word document laid open on its illuminated screen as the lecturer’s monotonous voiced droned on and on in the background. I should have been taking down notes but my mind was too preoccupied with my issues with the Undergraduate Office to focus on what the lecturer was saying.

A rhythmic vibration drew my attention towards the phone sitting on my lap. Glancing at the pop-up notification, a wave of anxiety and hope surged through my body as I registered who the sender was – the Undergraduate‘s Office. Quickly, I pulled up the email and immediately felt my heart sinking after reading the first line.

All seminar groups are full and we cannot move students.

Lies.

Another notification, this time, from my personal tutor.

It’s only week 3, relax.

Disappointment. Betrayal. Frustration. Anger. I clenched my trembling hands into fists as the tsunami of emotions threatened to explode and spill out of my shaking body. Half of me wanted to storm over to the Undergraduate’s office and let loose the unbridled rage coursing through my veins at the unfair treatment. The other half of me wanted to lash out at my tutor’s condescending advice. My body trembled at the barely, ever so barely contained anger.

Sixteen thousand pounds. That would be eighty-four thousand two hundred and seventy-nine ringgit each year in school fees. Fees which didn’t even include the amount I needed to spend in order to buy the books required for the modules. Sixteen thousand pounds per year just to get an education, an education that I wasn’t even getting at this point and her advice for me was to relax? How could I when my parents worked their entire youth away, saving every cent just so they could send me, all the way to Britain to get a proper education! Did they even know what the stakes of sending me abroad to study was?!

My father’s average yearly income is twenty-four thousand ringgits, barely twenty-eight percent of my yearly school fees. Was it that unreasonable to want to be in a class that will allow me to learn and improve after paying for that much money out of my parents’ own pocket?! Why would anyone in their right mind come half way across the globe, paying that ridiculous amount of money, and being so far away from family and home for years, just to fool around? If that had been my intention, I wouldn’t even have bothered going to university in the first place, let alone coming all the way to Cardiff!

University will be fun they said. You’ll meet open-minded people passionate about learning they said. Hah! That’s the biggest misconception if there ever was one. First of all, the university doesn’t care about whether you actually learn anything so long as you're paying the fees. The majority of lecturers or seminar leaders will only do the most minimal amount of work required and by that, I mean three hundred words of prose only per weekly assignment. What kind of creative work could anyone produce under three hundred words? In prose! Some don’t even bother with critical commentary which is just as essential as the creative pieces. Not only does the lack of practice in writing critical commentaries and limited word count for the creative pieces inhibit students from developing any work of significance, it also underprepares students for the three-thousand-word portfolio due at the end of the semester.

Secondly, British universities are also especially discriminatory towards outsiders or people of colour, often treating minorities and international students with hostility or disregard. I’ve experienced this discrimination first hand upon requesting a seminar change. Despite having emailed the Undergraduate Office at the same time with the exact same reasons, I was denied the change whilst my British classmate was immediately allowed to swap seminars. The office even went so far as to lie about the class being full even though I was told by the professor leading that very seminar that it wasn’t. So much for the integrity of the institution.

At the end of the day, international students are nothing but cash cows to British universities.[1] Not only do they have to pay double of what British students pay in terms of fees, they also have to deal with the discriminations that come alongside being an outsider. I understood that in this day and age, education was a business, and that the university itself was, essentially, a business, but doesn’t actual passion for learning still count for something? Or was I wrong in believing in that as well? Oh, so naïve, so very naïve!

Old memories started to surface amongst the turmoil of emotions. My father and his worn-out clothes, refusing each time to buy new ones for himself just to save a little more money. My mother mending them as best she could whilst we slept, never once complaining. Images of my father’s prematurely greying hair and bloodshot eyes as he worked his health away to provide for his children’s future. My mother’s back bent low, labouring away at some project or another in order to make ends meet. Yet, they never once showed us how tired or how tough things were. There was always enough food on the table and they always had a smile on their faces around us. Sometimes, I noticed that they would eat a lot less than usual but whenever I asked, they merely joked and said they were trying to lose weight. They could have enjoyed their youth, their honeymoon, but they decided to save it all, sacrificing their health and comfort just to ensure mine by sending me here.

I remember the times where they would secretly check their wallets whenever I begged them to buy me a book. Oh, how those very books painted and fuelled my illusions of Britain’s perfection. If only I had known the reality of it all before applying to study here. But it’s too late for regrets now.

A sharp stinging pricked the back of my eyes, tears threatening to fall as my body shook with suppressed, uncontrollable rage. Maybe if I was a little braver…maybe if I fought a little harder…maybe if I confronted them a bit more…maybe…maybe…maybe…

Then as quickly as they appeared, the tsunami of emotions faded away, leaving behind an empty husk. My clenched fists loosen and fell limply at my sides as a quiet, bitter laugh escaped my lips. Nothing was going to change. No matter how hard I fought, the end results will remain the same so what’s the point of even trying in the first place?

As the cold hard reality of the situation finally presented itself, I slumped against the chair, my empty laptop screen staring blankly back at me. Resignation dragged me deeper and deeper into the murky depths of my mind. I was drowning. No one knew and no one cared. But that’s fine. The ending remains the same regardless. Always the same…

The sound of rustling papers and loud chatter momentarily draws me out of the murky waters. Realising that the lecture had ended, I gathered my things and shuffled towards the exit, my mind returning once more to the depths of the void. Outside, the rain was pouring. I plodded down the streets drenched to the bone as my legs moved mechanically towards my flat. A stifling numbness engulfed my mind as I trudged on in silence, the howling wind battering my shivering, rain-soaked body from all sides. Rounding the corner, I pulled out a key-card and entered the cramped grey flat. Out of sheer habit, I grabbed the letters from my letterbox and stuffed them into my coat pocket before heading upstairs.

Entering the dingy room, I dropped my backpack on the bed and sank to the floor. Hugging my knees to my chest, I stared vacantly at the bleak wall. My phone rang insistently in my pocket but I didn’t answer, too tired to move. The crushing weight on my lungs forced out whatever little oxygen I managed to draw, making each breath a struggle. The clamouring voices in my mind grew louder and louder, growing in intensity yet forcefully contained, like built-up pressure without release on the brink of implosion.

You’re useless

I’m…not…

You can’t even stand up for yourself or fight for what you believe is right

Yes I can! And I’m trying! I’ve –

You’re a disappointment to your parents and your family

I’m not! I swear! I –

You’ll never amount up to anything

That’s not true! I –

You’re pathetic

No –

Nothing but a Failure

Stop saying –

Human garbage

Please! Just –

Waste of space

“SHUT UP!”

Silence. Nothing but the sound of my ragged breathing in the darkness.

The world would be better off without you

I don’t know how long I had stayed there on the floor but by the time I came around, my dripping wet clothes were nearly dry. The chaotic calamity within had finally died down and I was filled with an eerie calmness. A deafening silence blanketed the air, pierced only by the hypnotic rumbling of trains across tracks. Ah yes…the railway…my ticket to solving everything…just two blocks away…and it’ll all be over…permanently…

Forcing my lethargic limbs to move, I wobbled onto my feet and stumbled towards the door. A tiny parcel fell out of my pocket and the handwriting on it made me paused. It was my mother’s. Even under the dimness of the moonlight trickling in, there was no mistaking that immaculately cursive hand.

Letting go of the door handle, I kneeled down to pick up the neatly wrapped package. Then, slowly, as if afraid it would fall apart at the slightest touch, I began unwrapping the parcel. Upon opening the box, tears welled at the corner of my eyes. Six little cylindrical bundles of haw flakes were carefully packed within, each attached to a tightly rolled up strip of paper. Gently untying the scrolls from the sweets, I began reading them one at a time.

Jie![2] I got you your favourite sweets! Wanted to buy you more of them but Ma said there wasn’t enough space in the box. Don’t worry, I’ll send you a big box of them once I’ve saved up enough money.

– Di[3]

My heart ached as I thought about how much it must have costed for them to ship the parcel all the way from Penang to Britain. And with the little amount of pocket money…it must have taken Di-Di months of saving to be able to afford buying that one bundle of sweets…

Jie, just because you’re the oldest doesn’t mean you have to hold everything in on your own y’know? It’s okay to rely on others a bit more from time to time. Enjoy the sweets you idiot, you’re crazy about those haw flakes. No idea why you like them either, they aren’t even that nice.

– Mei[4]

Tears pricked the back of my eyes as my sister’s grumpy voice echoed in my ears. I could even see the disbelieving eye roll at my odd preferences in sweets after the last sentence. How I’ve missed our senseless squabbles and late-night chats….

A-Yun, being an international student in the UK isn’t always the easiest thing, especially when you’re a minority there. You’ve already taken the necessary steps and have done all you can in that situation. Remember, it’s the end result and not the process that defines a victory. Remember what Sun Tzu mentioned in The Art of War? ‘The most important rule to victory is to know when to pick your fights and how to fight it’. Not all battles need to be fought to win the war. Never forget our family values and never lose sight of your goal. Don’t worry about finances, let me handle that. Just focus on your studies and aim for that first-class honours. The best revenge is to succeed despite their efforts to stop you. Continue to work hard and don’t give up. Know that regardless of the outcome, your Ma and I are proud of you and that we love you very, very much.

– Ba[5]

A sob catches at the back of my throat as tears flowed freely down my cheeks. Acute pangs of longing weighed heavily on my chest, making it hard to breathe.

A-Yun[6] ah, if it ever becomes too much to bear at Cardiff, come home. Ma will make you your favourite dishes. I know you want to do well but don’t overwork yourself. Remember to get enough rest and try to change your bad habit of skipping meals. Two boiled eggs alone don’t count as a proper meal either!

– Ma[7]

A sheepish giggle escaped my lips despite the tears, Ma’s exasperated voice ringing in my ears. I could almost picture the look of indignation on her face as she judges my terrible meal choices before proceeding to fill my bowl with steamy boiled dumplings.

Ah…Ma’s famous boiled dumplings…the saltiness of minced pork marinated with soy sauce and sesame oil…the refreshing sweetness of spring onions and carrots contrasting the pork’s saltiness…flecks of finely chopped hei-mu-er adding a chewy texture to the tender meat whilst thin sheets of delicately wrapped dough encapsulated it all…the slight bitterness of the herbal broth complementing the savoury dumplings…[8] My stomach growled in protest as I smiled fondly at the memory.

Wiping away the remaining tears, I unrolled the last strip of paper. Elegant brushstrokes painted familiar characters in horizontal lines. A wave of nostalgia washed over me as I recalled sitting on A-Gong’s [9] lap in the garden as kid, watching him practice calligraphy. I remembered how he used to read his poems aloud as I gaze at his hands guiding the bamboo brush across the ivory sheet, entranced by its flowing movements. Each word written was like a piece of art, each stroke of ink painting a meaning of its own.

Tranquil night’s darkness, the moon shines bright, From the mud the lotus rises, its petals pure despite. Vermillion red blossom like wildly raging flames; Elegant, virtuous, delicate, yet exquisitely untamed. The wise once said that adversity yields flair, An upright heart, oblique shadows don’t scare. Dripping water with time wears the stubborn stone, Sturdy wood too can be cut with rope saws alone! [10]

A strange tranquility wrapped itself around me as I read the poem, A-Gong’s calm and mellow voice resonating in my ears. It was almost as if he was standing right before me with the usual toothless smile and twinkling eyes on his wizen face. Tenderly cradling the small box of sweets, a faint smile graced my lips. Their vermillion red and gold wrappings shone with a certain warmth under the soft light of the moon. Gently unwrapping one of the thumb-size bundles with shaking hands, I popped a disk-like piece into my mouth.

Immediately, a wave of warmth spread throughout my cold and hollowed body, almost as if it was infused with the life-giving heat of home. The familiar tart sweetness of the hawthorn berries cleared the heavy fog that clouded my mind and for the first time in a long while, I felt energy slowly seeping back into my worn-out soul, reigniting the snuffed-out fire within. Strange how something so small, barely the size of my thumb, could bring so much comfort and hope. That night, the moon shone a little brighter than usual, and the normally barren sky seemed to be exploding with billions of twinkling stars.

NOTES

[1] Alina Schartner & Yoonjoo Cho, ‘“Empty signifiers” and “dreamy ideals”: perceptions of the “international university” among higher education students and staff at a British university’, Higher Education, 74 (2017), 455-472

[2] ‘Jie’ means older sister in Chinese

[3] 'Di’ means younger brother in Chinese

[4] 'Mei’ means younger sister in Chinese

[5] ‘Ba’ means father in Chinese

[6] ‘Yun’ is written as ‘云’ meaning ‘cloud’

[7] 'Ma’ means mother in Chinese

[8] Hei-mu-er is the Mandarin term for black cloud ear fungus, a type of mushroom often used in Chinese cuisines.

[9] ‘A-Gong’ means grandfather in Chinese (specifically, the Hainanese pronounciation)

[10] This is a self written and self translated poem I wrote. The original Chinese version can be found here.

[11] ‘Moonlit Sparrow Through Parted Clouds’ is a play on 守得云开见月明 meaning the moon will shine brightly again when the clouds part, and 麻雀虽小五脏俱全 meaning though a sparrow is small, it has all the vital organs.

Author's Notes:

So this is one of my earlier prose pieces from uni (all the way back from first year lol). I don’t usually post prose? Not prose of this length at least. Anyways, I thought I’d take the leap and try posting them online now since I decided to start doing that for my poetry pieces? The rest of my prose pieces throughout uni somehow ended up becoming interlinked with several recurring characters though there are some inconsistencies since they were initially intended as stand-alone pieces rather than a series of somewhat loosely linked short stories. I’ll be posting them in story timeline sequence (or at least as closely to a sequence as I can since I didn’t exactly plan out the timeline of these pieces either) rather than in the sequence it was written in so there might be a slight fluctuation in writing style cuz they do kinda change over the years? Anyways, I hope you enjoyed reading Part 1~

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Since exams are over and graded and I've officially graduated, I can finally post my work online without having to worry about Turnitin picking it up as plagiarism because apparently you aren't allowed to plagiarise yourself according to university which is absolutely ridiculous but I'm not the one making the rules here so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Also, please don't reupload my works without permission.

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dirt-cup-draco · 4 years

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Professor!Remus x Reader- Silent Supporter

can u write a remus lupin x reader where he helps any student that seems to be struggling mentally and physically and the reader one day helps him with his lycanthropy? sorry i literally thought of the "everybody always asks where's waldo, not how's waldo" meme lmao

A/N: that meme speaks to me anon i love it so much

warnings: none ye sinners

The sun climbed the sky steadily throughout the day and your fellow students seemed to become antsy with the turn of the weather. The grass was vibrant and the sky a blinding blue. Spring had made itself known and now Summer was making it’s introduction.

You cracked a smile at the giggling of first years as they raced on to their class. How carefree they were, how young. That wasn’t to say that you weren’t young but you couldn’t remember the last time you had had such boundless energy and endless wonder.

The school year had been as it always was, long and taxing. You loved Hogwarts but this year had lost it’s sparked. Or maybe, you were the one with the missing spark. You had started the year hopeful but you were in your last year and as your friends spoke of their futures you had realized that you were all going in different directions. Your friends were growing up and moving on and you wanted to stay in the blissful memories you’d made.

You were more apprehensive about the future than they were and by the time holidays had rolled around, they had drifted from you. You supposed you couldn’t blame them, you had spent too much time closing yourself off instead of reaching out and now you didn’t fit in the group you’d been with since third year.

It was hard to feel anger towards anyone but yourself. Why couldn’t you just be fine with change?

The amusement from the first years quickly faded into a dull ache and you tightened your grip on your book bag before scurrying off too Defense Against the Dark Arts. Hopefully your favorite class could lift your mood.

Remus watched you slide into the furthest seat from the front, eyes dodging his as you pulled your textbook and quill from your bag. At the beginning of the year you had been his most attentive student, always at the front with bright eyes and your hand in the air to answer a question. You were still one of the brightest and your homework always proved you were paying attention in class but you had developed a tardiness issue that surprised him.

You arriving late to class hadn’t been noticeable in the beginning, lord knows he had too many students to keep track of but you stood out from the bunch. You had a maturity and depth that was difficult to find in kids your age. Most were still starry eyed and ready to jump into adulthood. You seemed like you were the type to look before you leapt and Remus respected it, yet it worried him. Where had your wariness come from?

You were far too young to be feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders and nobody understood that more than Remus Lupin. It made his heart ache to realize that instead of the open demeanor you’d shared with all at the beginning of the year, loaning out pencils and helping make study groups, you were closed off from everyone around you. Now you stuck to the lonely seat in the back with your shoulders raised up to your ears.

He decided then and there he wasn’t going to let you slip through the cracks, despite your seemingly eager attempts to fade into the background.

“Y/L/N, please stick around after class. I can write a note to your next professor if needed,” Professor Lupin commented over his spectacles, the textbook open in front of him as he assigned homework for the following week. Your stomach churned but you nodded at his request.

Had you misunderstood the last assignment and failed completely? Had you acted out in class somehow or been disrespectful? Maybe this was about all of your tardies... He hadn’t mentioned them before now so you had hoped he didn’t mind. It was easy to say that Professor Lupin was one of the most understanding but it seemed you had gotten too comfortable in his forgiveness.

You couldn’t help but fidget in your seat as he ended the lesson. The chatter of students grew louder in their excitement that they had three whole days to work on-or procrastinate- on their homework. You knew you could get a lot of it done tonight if you really wanted to but you knew it depended on where your mood took you that day. It’d either be done by tomorrow morning or you were bound to stay up too late the night of, head buried underneath your covers trying to finish it on time.

The last student filed out of the classroom, the door closing resolutely behind them as you froze in your seat. Lupin reclined against his desk, arms crossed over his chest as he peered over the rims of his glasses at you. They had slid down his scarred nose and it only aided in making him look more... intimidating.

“Miss Y/L/N-”

“I-I’m sorry professor for my tardies, it won’t happen again. I won’t let my studying for the N.E.W.T.S hurt my attendance in class-”

“That’s not what I want to talk about,” He smiles then, a soft and pitying look but there’s a warmth in his eyes that calms you. “Please, take a seat closer and we can discuss whatever is on your mind,”

“Pardon?” You have to ask as you slip into a seat- the one you used to always grab at the beginning of class before anyone else could arrive.

“I hope I”m not overstepping but you’ve seemed... sad Y/N. I don’t know how else to put it. There’s been a change in you and I’d hate for it to hurt your success for the rest of the year. But more than that- I’d hate for it to hurt you.”

“Professor I-” You weren’t sure how to respond. His concern was nearly as shocking as his attention to your changed attitude over the course of the year. However, it wasn’t so simple as he put it. The more you thought of his words, the less ideas you had on how to respond. “I’m doing fine,”

“Well then,” Professor Lupin smiled, extending an ashtray filled with butterscotch candies. “I will see you on Wednesday, I look forward to reading what you come up with,”

“Thank you,” You mumble, thoughts still swimming about as you plucked a candy from the dish.

What was that about?

Wednesday came and went and you waited anxiously to get your paper back and once you did you weren’t disappointed. In fact, you were pleasantly surprised. Lupin had given her an E as well as a “amazing work!” written neatly in the margins.

You stood a little bit taller that day and the day after.

Amazing work, huh?

The following weeks proved to do wonders, the fresh air making it easier to breathe and the steady A’s an E’s on your papers were encouraging. You’d even gotten an O! With your current grades you could see doors opening for careers you hadn’t even considered and that brought some excitement into your life.

Instead of worrying yourself to death every night you were imagining yourself as a healer- aiding everyone who came to you with optimism and professionalism. On the other hand, you could be an auror- making the world a better place one brave action at a time. The possibilities were endless and vast and you didnt mind one bit.

Your success was gratifying and you arrived to DADA with a pep in your step. You wanted to talk to Professor Lupin for a moment before anyone else got to class. You weren’t sure how he had known that you’d been struggling to find your confidence and drive but he had certainly helped you restored it and for that you were grateful.

However, you were shocked to see him in a heated discussion with Professor Snape, eyebrows knit together in exhaustion as the potions teacher tossed back his inky hair in frustration. Their voices were low and stern and you hung by the door until Snape spun on his heel, robes twirling about his ankles as he shoved past you with a scowl on his face.

Professor Lupin dropped his head into his hands, a rugged sigh escaping him.

Your silent supporter seemed to have his own struggles, but how could you help?

After that day you had tried your best to observe Professor Lupin and you found that it didn’t take much effort to see that the man was running out of steam. His eyes were dulled, shoulders slumped and voice strained.

Whatever was plaguing him had been keeping him from his duties as a teacher and you realized that there had been days even at the beginning of the year where Professor Lupin wasn’t able to attend class, other professors filling in for his day long absences.

If you thought hard on it, it was nearly like clockwork that Lupin would vanish- mood changing drastically before he returned to class a day later with sleep heavy eyes and a new scar on his cheek or a limp that hadn’t been there before.

It was the frequency that had caught your attention now that you were invested in finding what was hurting your professor. You remembered how you had gone to him more than once asking him to review one of your assignments that had been graded while he’d been away. You hadn’t been satisfied with whatever the substitutes had given you and he always happily changed your grade for you if he saw fit.

You still had those assignments.

Working on a hunch you gathered your DADA papers that were neatly tucked underneath your bed in their own respective box. With the shoe box tucked underneath your arm you made your way to the library.

You needed to find the lunar calendar for this year.

“Is everything alright?” Remus found himself bewildered as you lingered in the classroom one hot summer day. In less than two weeks you would be leaving his classroom for good and it seemed so would he.... It was a prized position he held as the Defense teacher but he feared his lycanthropy was getting more in the way than he had wanted to believe.

Severus had been quick to point out that he couldn’t depend on the other professors to take care of his lessons when he was out for the count. Remus knew that his coworkers didn’t seem to mind, or at the very least they didn’t complain, but that didn’t mean they weren’t dissatisfied.

It was a bothersome ache in his chest that he couldn’t get rid of completely. He knew that it would be a miracle for him to remain as a teacher for long but he had high hopes, had even thought he’d done a good job.

You aren’t meant to live a normal life. The Potions teacher he had never considered a friend had reminded him so cruelly and Remus hadn’t been able to shake the feeling in his bones that the man was right.

“I wanted to ask you the same thing Professor,” You gave him an easy smile, one that reached your eyes nicely. “You’ve seemed upset recently,”

“Oh,” Remus flushed, eyes wide. “It’s nothing, thank you for asking but-”

“You’re a werewolf aren’t you?”

“Ms. Y/L/N!” Of course you were intelligent enough to realize the truth of his absences but he had hoped you wouldn’t be so brave as to ask him to his face. It was another blow to realize that if you had found him out that others would also be able to do the same.

“I don’t mean to be offensive professor- It doesn’t matter to me that you are. I just wanted to tell you that you helped me a lot this year and you were helping me even when I didn’t want to be helped... I guess all I’m trying to say is that I brought you something and I hope I can be of some help as well,”

When you reached into your bag the last thing that Remus expected to see was a corked crystal glass filled to the brim with murky liquid. “I read that it helps with your symptoms and I get decent grades in potions... I know I’ve broken the rules professor and used ingredients not available to me as a student so if you dock house points I understand but I couldn’t think of any other way to show you my gratitude,”

You extended the wolfsbane and Remus felt weak in his knees. You were a kind soul and he would be glad to see you grow and succeed once you moved on from Hogwarts.

“This world needs more witches like you,” Remus grinned, taking the potion before pulling you into a quick hug. “You remind me of my friends when I was a student here, thank you for showing me the kindness I haven’t seen since losing them,”

Gathering your courage you wrapped your arms around your professor’s waist, squeezing him as a sign of gratitude and understanding. The year was ending rapidly but you had a new beginning waiting for you and Remus had the peace that he’d lacked for years.

“I wish you all the joy in the world Y/N Y/L/N,”

“And I you, Professor,”

This chapter in his life was ending but if you were one of the last students he got to teach then he supposed it was still ending on a high note.

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shishu-writes · 4 years

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Words: 1.6k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

A/N: My first piece, enjoy 🥺❤️

Finding work fresh out of a college for the performing arts was never easy. Your resume was decent considering you had a good relationship with your directors during that time and they were able to slip small opportunities to be in plays or movies to you, but they were all small parts. Extras in the background to fill space, and as grateful as you were for those opportunities to grow your resume until the role of a lifetime fell into your lap, it was starting to get tedious. Another role, same as the others, had been offered to you, “Girl 6” they so gracefully named you. You were to sit in the background of a scene where the two protagonists finally share their first major moment together, the scene where they finally realize their feelings for each other just to run in circles around them for another hour, then to confess. Your job was easy, talk idly to the other extras to make the scene feel busier. The thought of having to share conversations with other actors aspiring to be in the positions as the title leads, makes you cringe internally. Wrapping a scarf around your neck and flinging it over your shoulder boredly, you let out a huff, grabbing the small purse that rested on the coat rack near the door and tugging its strap over your head, leaving it to lay limply across your chest. You open the door, heading out and locking it behind you before finding your way to the train station before the shoot started.

As you arrived the hair and makeup team got to work, not much was changed from the way you had arrived and they pushed you off to the costume department. After you were dressed appropriately, in “20 year old university student” attire, you were escorted along with a group of people to the filming location. It was outdoors, shabby metal picnic tables were scattered around. Everyone was quickly assigned a location to sit and a role to play. You took your place under one of the large trees situated closest to where the leads would be settled, everyone else scattered amongst the tables and trees. You were handed a messenger bag with two books inside, to make yourself seem busy you pulled one book out to pretend to read, long beyond the book was empty and nameless. An airy chuckle left your lips as you flipped through cover to cover to see if the prop team had put any notes in it, but there was nothing but white pages. As you flipped through the sound of crunching grass and leaves got louder and a figure covered up the sun that you once bathed in. “A good read?” the figure asks softly. His voice was like honey, sweetness oozing off of his words. “If you're blind, I suppose.” sarcasm laced your tone and he smiled, taking his place next to you under the tree. As he sat you were able to get a good look at him.

He had short grey hair, a tuft of it sticking up and flittering as the wind blew, his eyes were wide and had a beautiful hazel color in them that made your knees weak. A mole was placed under his left eye, and he had a wide smile on his lips, which, out of all of his features, looked the softest. One of his eyebrows cocked at your silence, “You okay? Do I have something on my face?” he asks, placing his hands on his cheeks. “A-Ah-No you don’t, sorry..” You whispered, fearing if you had spoken any louder your voice would crack. “Hm..Okay...well i’m Sugawara-I’m supposed to be your boyfriend in this scene..Is this your first time doing something like this?” he inquires, to which you shake your head. “I’m Y/n and...No-actually..I’ve had quite a few of these roles.” “Really? That’s so cool! This is-” “Positions! We’re starting!” a voice yells, he gives a small, bashful smile and scoots closer to you, in his own bag he pulls out a notebook and pen. As he settles his things in his lap he scoots closer once more until your legs are touching, and wraps a firm hand around your waist.

As an actress, physical contact between your cast is a common occurrence, the first couple times you had to initiate any type of contact between your scene mates was embarrassing, but since then it’s become comfortable, intimate scenes were like a breeze for you, however, something as simple as Sugawara wrapping his arm around your waist made your face heat up, the tips of your ears dusted a light pink, and your body tensed. Suga felt your body tighten at the contact and leaned down a bit. “If you're uncomfortable I can scoot away and we can just hold hands or something..” he mutters, his breath fanning the shell of your ear. You simply squeaked out a no, and inwardly bashed yourself over the head for getting so embarrassed over something as simple as this. He nodded and rested his back against the tree, seconds passed before the directors called the scene and, swallowing down this seemingly new sense of nervousness you’ve never felt before, initiated a conversation. That was what you were here for anyways. You just needed to talk to him for five to ten minutes maybe, if the actors were able to get this down in one take, then you’d leave and never see him again. That thought, even though it was meant to comfort you, made you feel an uncomfortable sense of dread. Mentally sighing you turned to him, changing up your body language and smiling softly. “So this book is really good.” you giggle, causing him to snort in response. “Oh yeah? What's your favorite chapter?” He asks, amusing your attempt at forming a conversation that the two of you could maintain the entire scene, Mindlessly you flip through the pages onto another, identical blank page and point to it, your face lighting up as if the most interesting thing was written amongst the paper.

You begin to speak to Suga about how great it was, but the cute expression spread over your features made butterflies fill his stomach. It was his turn to get flustered. His cheeks tinted a lighter, barely noticeable shade of pink as he took in the look on your face. He hadn’t even noticed you stopped talking to stare up into his eyes. Silence overtook the two of you until he cleared his throat, “u-uh...anyways...the chapter..” he mutters looking at the blank book, and you nod, turning to the book. “So it's about some kids with crazy superpowers and some old guy that's really buff but only sometimes.” “Only sometimes?” “only sometimes.” he laughs and takes the pen out of his lap, with his free hand he draws in his notebook, you lean over to see but he nudges you playfully. “Not yet!” “fine fine..” you murmur, still trying to peek subtly “I can see you, you know..” he says, setting the pen down before picking up the notebook to show you the terrible, poorly drawn semi stick figure man, hes old, a long disheveled beard being used to symbolize his age, hunched over with a cane in one hand, however half of his body is super buff and detailed.

You cover your mouth to muffle the laugh that escapes it, he snickers at your reaction, taking the time to drink you down all over again while you laugh. He pulls his eyes away reluctantly, not wanting to make things awkward again. As you compose yourself again you take his notebook and pen, scribbling on it “Whatcha drawing?” he asks softly, trying to peek just as you had before. “Patience..” “You're one to talk.” he jokes. With an eye roll and a small huff you ignore him, continuing your work, looking up at him every so often to notice him staring back at you, then to immediately snap his head away as if he wasn't. You set the pen down as he had before and turned the paper to him, his eyebrows lifted a bit and he cocked his head to the side slightly. “Is that me?” he asked. You bobbed your head and he let out a breathy laugh in astonishment. “That's so cool! You’re really talented..” he praises, taking the notebook from your hands to admire it. “You should teach me how to draw eventually-I mean I’m pretty good already but a few tips wouldn't hurt..” He teases. “Mmm...I’m not sure lessons are expensive..” “Name your price,” he replies confidently. “Take me to lunch after this?” you propose quickly, before the confidence you had in yourself falters. He nods quickly, his faux confidence he had seconds before melting away at your request, stuttering out a quiet, “Y-yeah of course- s-sure..” you shoot him a sympathetic smile and hesitantly rest your head on his shoulder, mumbling “Perfect.” under your breath.

As you settle in your spot, you finally notice the deafening silence surrounding the both of you. Nervously your eyes shoot towards the director, who has a hand clasped over his mouth to suppress his cackles. “We had to call a cut- you guys aren’t supposed to be the one looking like you're falling in love for the first time!” he teases, laughter lacing every word, the cast and crew now laughing along with him. You and Suga both apologize profusely, the director waving it off as nothing.

After that day, Sugawara took on his favorite role yet. The role of a doting, supportive boyfriend, who made every day feel like you were the lead role of your own romance film.

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Why Super Mario Sunshine is kind of bad (and how to fix it)

It’s safe to say that in our current hellscape that there are few games in the Mario franchise with as strong of a following online than Super Mario Sunshine. And how could it not? It’s so unique and fun that most people could probably have a good time with it. But it’s interesting to note just how much this perspective has changed over time.

When Sunshine came out it was considered by some to be the black sheep of the series. Or at the very least a noticeable step down from 64. There’s quite a lot wrong with Mario Sunshine. While there’s a great game at the core of this thing, there’s certainly a few miles of paint-like goop to sift through.

What’s frustrating is that a lot of these problems could have been solved with just a bit more development time. Mario Sunshine was rushed. This can be observed even without prior knowledge, but it becomes plainly evident when you look at some of the prerelease videos. In some instances it doesn’t even resemble the final product. Even at E3 2002, just three months before launch, there are a lot of noticeable differences to the final product.

Because of this rushed development, a lot of corners needed to be cut to pad out the game’s relatively lacking amount of content. The result is a game that is fun and well designed in some instances but a complete and utter disaster in others.

The issues plaguing Mario Sunshine were emblematic of a Nintendo-wide issue. At the start of the GameCube’s life, many prominent franchises were rushed along development to meet strict deadlines to fill out the console’s thinning library and boost sales. The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker is a textbook example. A lot of people had issues with that one too when it came out. Despite some clearly dumb points about the game’s art style, there’s definitely a lot to say about how Wind Waker pads out limited content. Doesn’t that sound familiar?

Thankfully, in 2013, the Wind Waker received an HD rerelease for the Wii U. Alongside a hefty visual overhaul, there were many under the hood changes to make the game an overall smoother experience stemming directly from those 2003 critiques. Sailing is made way simpler and faster in this version and the Tingle-inspired back-half of the game is shortened significantly. These two changes alone make this version superior, at least to me.

In the years since, I believed that Sunshine could have benefited from a rerelease similar to Wind Waker. Not necessarily in terms of its visuals (which I think have held up rather well) but in terms of its structure. Some small changes to the way Sunshine progresses could really benefit it overall, and I believed, erroneously, that it was only a matter of time before it received this treatment.

But we live in a post-3D All Stars world, and Nintendo’s response is clear. They believe Mario Sunshine is perfectly fine as is. Just touch up some of the textures, give it a resolution increase, and you got yourself a solid product. And yeah, its still pretty fun like this. But its hard to look past the missed potential in refining some of Sunshine’s rougher edges.

Which is what I plan to outline in this video. If I were to be given the reigns to nosedive Nintendo’s current plans to revamp a 2002 GameCube game, what would I change? After a suitable amount of complaining, I’ll discuss a fan project that comes close to doing what I think Nintendo should do.

So sit back, relax and let me refresh your body and spirit.

The first changes I’d make have to do with the frame rate. It’s evident that Super Mario Sunshine was supposed to be a 60 frames-per-second game. Some prerelease footage even shows as much. But somewhere late in development, the framerate was capped at 30, making it the only 3D Mario Game post-64 to not reach 60. Using Gecko codes, it’s possible to unlock the framerate and play at a pretty consistent 60. It’s so consistent that it starts raising the question of why Nintendo didn’t implement this into the Switch rerelease. This code isn’t emulator exclusive either, it also works pretty well when used on Wii consoles. Also, a hypothetical rerelease using the source code wouldn’t even have to deal with this anyway. But it’s good that the game works so well like this even without more structural changes. I don’t really need to explain the benefit of an increased framerate, so strike that one down.

And with that out of the way, it’s time to outline the biggest change my hypothetical Mario Sunshine remaster would make. One seemingly small but with major ramifications towards the rest of the game. But first, some background.

Super Mario 64 took a pretty big risk back in 1996 by significantly changing the main objective of playing a platformer. It was no longer about clearing a level. You aren’t going through these areas to reach an end point. The objective is now to find certain major collectibles, in this case power stars. But the game doesn’t want you to collect all of them. I’ve heard a lot of discourse recently about the boot-out system, but even when I was a kid I realized that 64 kicked you out of every level not just to pad out game length but to keep you moving around the castle.

64 is always inviting you to explore new areas with a constant trickle of new content the more total stars you collect. At first, the amount of stars needed to unlock a new level are small. The first area of the castle has every level besides Bob-omb’s Battlefield locked behind a small star total. And the amount needed to progress onto the next full area with five more major levels is only 8. But these star totals gradually increase over time, requiring 30, 50, and finally 70 stars to unlock new content. But what stars you got never mattered, just how many in total. This allows for free exploration where the player doesn’t have to think about where their next objective is. For instance, exploring pretty much every cardinal direction of Lethal Lava Land will lead you in the direction of a star. And because it doesn’t matter which star you get, it allows players to choose how long they invest in each level. Are the constant treks up Tall Tall Mountain or Rainbow Ride annoying you? Well all those stars are completely optional, you just have to compensate by completing more of the other levels. It’s an ingenious system that allows for a lower total amount of levels to feel more rewarding.

Super Mario Sunshine is practically begging to be like this. In fact, for the first few hours, that’s exactly how it works. New levels are unlocked progressively through getting Shines. But it doesn’t work in quite the same way. These shine totals are never outlined to the player. It shows you that you’ll eventually be able to use the Rocket Nozzle and has objects like the pineapple blocking Sirena Beach to make you yearn for a Yoshi. But you’re not told when these things are to be unlocked; it just sort of happens. Which is fine, it definitely makes the game feel more mysterious. But it lacks that forward momentum of 64 where your end goal is always simple and in the back of your mind. Oh, I need 30 stars to unlock this big door. Sunshine doesn’t have this despite literally operating in the same way. But it still maintains the ability to slowly unlock content to players through playing more of the game, which is good. And importantly, which stars you get for these gates aren’t important, just that you’re getting them at all. And if the game stuck to this principle, that would’ve been great.

Except it didn’t.

After the rocket nozzle is unlocked and Pianta Village becomes accessible, your total amount of Shines is never relevant again. Instead, game progression is contingent upon completing mission 7 of every level. Not every shine is valued the same according to the game. The progression is far more linear than in 64. You can no longer choose to avoid the Chuckster mission. Or the Sand Bird mission. Or the teeth cleaning mission. Or racing Il Piantissimo three times. Or fighting Gooper Blooper three times. Or fighting Petey Pirahna twice. Or defeating these same Piranha Plant Gatekeepers five times. Or even chasing down and squirting on Shadow Mario E L E V E N T I M E S. There’s a lot of repetition here which would’ve been eased simply by allowing the player to avoid doing these missions wherever possible. 64 had similar situations of reused content, but it’s not as egregious when there’s no incentive to collect stars you don’t want to.

This structure is also weird because there’s a ton of extra missions in this game. Some of the game’s most, err, fun segments are hidden away in Delfino Plaza. These can be some pretty time-consuming tasks. You know what I’m talking about. But that’s not all. Every course also has some bonus shines. Every secret stage has an additional Red Coin challenge. There’s some “cleverly” hidden shines even within certain missions. There’s even a mission 8 to every level. Every level also has a 100 coin mission which, just to get it out of the way, should absolutely not spawn the shine somewhere 100 feet away from you AND boot you out of the level upon collection AND not be possible in every mission. Like c’mon, Mario 64 got this right on the first try. So Nintendo went out of their way to put all these extra shines in the game, and yet none of them matter towards game completion. Which makes me wonder what the point of completing them is supposed to be?

All this extra content, regardless of quality, would benefit from a system similar to Mario 64. In its current state, there’s not much of a reason to even bother with these extra missions, especially when some of them are of questionable quality. On that same token, there’s some pretty fun missions hidden in this extra content, and it’s a shame that they aren’t more important.

Well, with that...

B L U E C O I N S

I almost forgot about you!

Blue Coins are pretty despised. But in concept they’re pretty smart to put in a game like this. It’s kind of like the Red Coins but on a broader scale. They’re packed into every little tiny corner of the levels, giving players more of a reason to explore the pretty environments. And once you collect 10 of them, you get a Shine Sprite from the local beavers. If these Blue Coin shines counted towards a grand total for game completion, Blue Coins could give players a nice buffer to replace some of the games more questionable missions. But just like all of the extra content, Blue Coins matter not one iota towards finishing the game. So, the only reason to collect Blue Coins at all is if you wanted to collect them all.

And that’s precisely why people hate them. Because collecting all the Blue Coins is an absolute nightmare. Let’s not even talk about how cryptic some of these coins are because honestly I’ll be here all day. Let’s instead talk about how impossible it is to know how close you are to getting every Blue Coin in a level. You can intuit through previous levels that it caps out at 30 per level, but the game never tells you that. There’s obviously no Blue Coin tracker like there is for shrines in Breath of the Wild, so if you’re frantically darting around Noki Bay looking for the one coin you missed that's hidden inside a wall for some reason, you’ve only got GameFaqs and Jesus to help you at that point.

To top it all off, just like the 100 coins missions, it’s impossible to get every Blue Coin in every mission in a level. Some blue coins are exclusive to certain missions. And it’s impossible to know how many are exclusive, which ones are exclusive, how many exclusives you’ve gotten, how many exclusives you need. Must I continue? This process is a disaster and gives Blue Coins a bad name. If they were put in a game like Mario 64, I feel like these things would have much more of a positive reputation. But as it stands these things are so toxic they’ve been reduced to POW switch fodder in later games.

I think Blue Coins summarize the issue with the extra content pretty succinctly. In a game like Mario 64, they’re harmless. But in a game where none of it is tied to beating the final level, the only purpose they have is 100% completion. And 100% completion should never be the focus of 3D Platformers. Some players prefer playing to completion but there’s a reason why most don’t. Fully completing a game is a soul commitment as much as it is a time commitment. It’s saying to yourself that I am willing to go through all the unfinished, janky, and cryptic content Mario Sunshine has to offer all for the extensive reward of… a different end screen. So yeah, there is no reason to get 100% of Mario Sunshine’s content. Even completionists are going to be disappointed. Not only is this content useless towards Any%, it’s aggravating for 100%, since fully completing the game is so unrewarding.

So, how do we fix this issue? Well to do that, let’s take a look at a mod that, in my opinion, does exactly that: Super Mario Sunburn, made by Epicwade.

The biggest change Sunburn makes is in its requirements for completion. Rather than Bowser being locked behind completing the seven Shadow Mario shines, the door to Corona Mountain is opened when the player attains 70 shines overall. If you recall, that’s the exact same amount 64 requires of the player to reach the final level. This change, by itself, adjusts Sunshine more towards what I would like it to be. But if you’re crazy enough to prefer the previous mode of completion, it’s still there as an option.

That’s not all, though. Now, when you collect a Shine, you’re no longer booted out of the level, and instead are simply asked to save and then you’re free to explore the rest of the level. My feelings on this essentially boil down to which mission I’m playing. I think the first two shines of Bianco Hills show this working pretty much perfectly. You squirt on the gatekeeper to get the first shine and then you’re immediately free to go forward and fight Petey Piranha. This feels far more natural than having to get booted out after the first shine and make the entire trip through the first half of Bianco Hills just to get back to where you just were. So in this case, it’s a positive.

However, Sunshine very often changes its course layout per mission. And when that happens, it feels a bit unnecessary to have to boot out of a level manually and boot back in just to get the next event to trigger. Sometimes you can chain getting a bunch of shines out in the open with a secret stage which resets the level upon entering the newly placed warp pipe at the end of it. But otherwise you’re stuck pausing and exiting. I feel this issue may be able to be streamlined by doing something like Mario Odyssey does, where collecting certain Moons boot you to the beginning of the level with the new mission unlocked. This might be outside of the reach of Sunshine modding at the moment, though.

This isn’t the only change set to make Sunshine more open. One of my favorite parts of the original game was that you could see other levels whenever you looked around. Turning at the start of Bianco Hills and being able to see not only Delfino Plaza but also the yet to be unlocked Ricco Harbor and Pinna Park was fascinating to me when I first played it. Sunburn takes this concept one step further by allowing players to travel from stage to stage. For instance, taking the river in Bianco Hills spits you out Ricco, and climbing a vine in Ricco allows you to travel back. This is a pretty novel idea and definitely makes replaying the game an entirely different experience, especially when combined with the lack of boot out. It does lose me a bit in how it necessitates for every level to be unlocked at the start. As I mentioned previously, slowly unlocking stages to the player by collecting whatever collectible they’re using allows for 3D Platformers to have constant forward momentum, which is lost here. But for those who’ve already played the game I think this is a fun option.

Other quality of life changes are strictly positives. In most instances, Blue Coins are now accessible from any mission in a level. I say most because it’s impossible for some of these coins to make the transition. But in the vast majority of cases, it’s been done. More coins have been added to each stage, along with Red Coins counting as collecting two coins just like in 64. This makes getting 100 coins a lot easier, especially when you’re doing multiple missions of a stage in a row. Two of the game’s weakest sections become far more manageable with these changes. There’s some smaller changes too, like being able to skip cutscenes, Blue Coins no longer bringing up a save screen, and Shadow Mario’s invisible health bar being restored. There’s also new content here, with additional secret stages being accessible from the main courses. Nothing mind-blowing, but it’s at least pretty neat to run around Outset Island as a FLUDD-strapped Mario.

Super Mario Sunburn addresses a lot of my issues with the original version, which was exactly the point. I’m not the first to bring up these issues, nor will I be the last. There’s so much potential within Super Mario Sunshine to be one of the best examples of its genre, so to see it fall short in such fundamental areas is undeniably frustrating. As usual with Nintendo, and even with other publishers, it’s often the community that sees itself to correct the issues with the games they feel deeply passionate about. Basically the only difference between Sunburn and an official Sunshine remake or remaster would be a significant layer of polish. That still might happen, but I’m not holding my breath at this point. So if you find yourself feeling similarly as I do about Sunshine, it might be worth it to check Super Mario Sunburn out. Here’s the download link again if you’re curious.

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self-proclaimed-chaotic-good · 4 years

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Falling Slowly | Cassian Andor x Reader (Oneshot)

Words: 5992

A/N: I don’t even know. I just love writing Cassian and reader being awkward messes. It was supposed to be a nice oneshot about a bubbly new recruit that’s assigned to work with Rogue One and Cassian has his reservations on them, but they prove to be really competent and they start to fall for each other. But then it grew into something else all because my brain wants to make things complicated, so it became something about letting go the past that’s keeping you from enjoying the present? So... enjoy?

Warning: Not much, just slow-burn, reader doesn’t know how feelings work

“Captain, the general has requested that we bring one of the new recruits along,” K-2SO reminded Cassian.

Bodhi’s ears perked up at that, stepping away from one of the mechanics to listen in. “New recruit?” he asked curiously.

Cassian sighed. “There has been more people siding with the Rebellion, sending in people that have no experience in warfare to help,” he said, dropping his backpack onto a bench in the U-Wing.

“You don’t look so happy about that,” Bodhi noted, earning a snort from Jyn as she walked up to the group, a bag slung over her shoulder.

“He never looks happy,” Jyn muttered to Bodhi. The pilot hid his smile with a cough, turning his attention back to the mechanics to make sure the ship was ready to go. “And when is this new recruit arriving?”

“You’re late, Jyn,” Cassian said with a frown, though when is he not frowning. “The new recruit is late. Even Chirrut and Baze were here early, and they always take their time.”

“I’m blind, not deaf,” Chirrut quipped, then added pleasantly, “Good morning, Jyn.”

“Morning, little sister,” Baze chimed in.

“Morning, you two. How long has Cassian and Kaytwo been complaining?”” Jyn asked them as she climbed into the U-Wing.

Chirrut answered with a sigh and a shake of his head. Baze made no comment, settling for cleaning his gun. Jyn set her bag down and plopped next to Chirrut, sighing impatiently. Cassian gave her a tired glare before taking a walk to think. Mon Mothma and Draven had given him another briefing for the mission with the addition of the new recruit to the plan. He had been fine operating on his own until he got K-2SO and was just getting used to having a full team of five to lead and now they’re adding someone who has no experience in the field.

“They’re inconspicuous and they know how those types of environments operate,” Mon Mothma reasoned with him.

He nodded stiffly, knowing that he couldn’t talk his way out of this. The recruit was a liability. Any signs of danger and who knows what they will do? Blow their cover or turn on them or run. Then again, he was cautious with having to work with Jyn during their first mission and she turned out to be an admirable ally and friend. Mothma and Draven wouldn’t send the recruit to him if they didn’t think that they were competent enough to get the job done.

As he walked back to the U-Wing, he could hear the team laughing along with a voice he was unfamiliar with. He stepped into the ship and saw the new member of the team sitting on one of the benches in the middle of telling a story while the others surrounded her, listening intently.

“You’re an hour late,” Cassian said, breaking the mood. Jyn rolled her eyes before sitting down across from you.

You shot up from the bench. “I’m sorry, Captain. Some of the mechanics were having trouble moving the new shipment and I stopped to help-”

“It’s fine,” Chirrut assured you.

“You’re just lucky that we’re not pressed on time for this mission,” K-2SO clipped, “but we do need to start to head out as soon as possible.”

“I’m so sorry,” you began to apologize again.

“Enough,” Cassian said, walking past you to the cockpit, “We leave now.”

You slowly sat back down, hands folded on your lap as you waited for the U-Wing to take off. Chirrut gave a comforting pat on the hand while Jyn gave you a smile. She scooted to the edge of her bench, looking at the cockpit where Cassian and K-2SO were arguing about something, then back at you.

“So, what happened afterwards?” she whispered, wanting you to continue the story.

Chirrut and Baze leaned in while Bodhi, seemingly busy taking inventory, was still listening in. You cast a cautious glance over to the captain before clearing your throat.

“So, anyways, where was I?” you whispered.

“The tourists were entering the forest at night when they heard something,” Baze prompted.

“Oh, right, so they ignored all the warnings given to them by the locals, thinking it was some silly superstition. They drank and littered, kicking the stacked rocks that were everywhere and just was being incredibly foolish. Then, they saw a light between the trees, followed by a whistle in the chilly wind-”

You went on to telling the stories you’ve heard over the years throughout your travels. It helped ease your nervousness for your first mission with the Rebellion and you got the feeling that the team knew that. When you ran through the hangar, looking for the U-Wing, Bodhi was the first to greet you. He flashed a kind smile and introduced you to the rest of the team. You’ve heard stories about Rogue One, so the fact that you were assigned to this team had put a lot of pressure on you. You weren’t a skilled mechanic or a talented pilot and you preferred not to have any physical confrontations. What you were good at was staying invisible, observing, and having a photographic memory. Apparently, this type of mission required people with your skillset and they promised that it shouldn’t be too dangerous.

“Okay, we’re here,” Cassian announced, landing the U-Wing. He walked towards the group and zeroed in on you. “I assume they had briefed you on your task?”

You nodded. “Gather intel on the target, then we find the target and escort them back to base.”

“No, you are gathering intel and reporting back to me. We,” Cassian gestures to the rest of the team, “will find the target and escort them. Once your task is done, you come straight back here and wait.”

You blinked. “Uh, okay. I gather intelligence on the target, report back to you, then wait here in the U-Wing,” you repeated almost mechanically.

Cassian seemed satisfied with this and went to grab his bag. You exhaled slowly, your leg bouncing as you tried to calm yourself, though it seemed counterintuitive to do that. You felt someone poke your forehead and looked up to see a smiling Jyn.

“You’ll do fine. Cassian’s always grumpy, but don’t take it too personally. He’s insufferable, but he’s capable. We’ll be listening in if you guys run into any trouble,” Jyn said.

“Okay… okay, thank you, Jyn,” you said, grabbing your small bag and following Cassian out of the ship.

“Stay close until we reach the inner city, then we split. I will be following nearby,” Cassian said as he held out a wired device to you.

You grabbed it, turning it around in your hands, not sure what to do with it. “Um…”

He sighed, showing you how to set up the communication device and hide it on your person before testing it. He adjusted his earpiece and you copied him. You jumped at the static from your end, the corner of his lips turning up in amusement before it disappeared. How embarrassing. You were an hour late for your first mission, always stumbling over your words, and now you’ve just shown how easily scared you were. He made sure the device was perfectly hidden before pulling away. It was strange how cold it felt when he did.

“Can you hear us?” Cassian said into the device.

“Unfortunately, yes,” Jyn said, “Are you there, (Y/n)?”

“Oh, uh, yes, I-”

“That’ll do,” K-2SO interrupted, “I hope you’re not going to be like this throughout the mission. Cassian would be better off taking Jyn or Bodhi and we know how well that went the last time.”

“I didn’t think it went that bad,” you heard Bodhi mutter in the background.

“You did great, Bodhi, don’t listen to Kaytwo. He’s just upset that he’s stuck waiting with us instead of going with Cassian,” Jyn said.

You purse your lips, not knowing how to respond to this, but ultimately deciding not to say anything at all. Cassian shrugged on his backpack and zipped up his jacket before nodding at you. He started towards the city, checking every now and again if you were keeping up.

The walk to the city was uncomfortable for you. The space was too open, easy for you to be spotted and picked off if you were alone. But as the two of you got closer, you could feel the energy radiating off the busy streets, the rumbling of the collective voices in one area, and the heat of all the bodies and factory structures. You felt your muscles slowly relaxed once you reached the edge of the city. Cassian looked over to you to start walking ahead first. You did so, slowly being swallowed up by the crowd. You knew that Cassian was waiting a few beats before following, blending in like you.

There wasn’t much to go on when it came to finding the target. You were told that there was a potential and valuable ally hidden within this city under a heavy watch due to his inventions and engineering abilities. The Rebellion wanted to reach him before the Empire could get a hold of any of his blueprints or prototypes. No one knew exactly who he was and preferred to work with anonymity, but rumor has it, he owed a local kingpin a lot of money and was now working under them to pay that debt. Where do you start?

As you walked through the market area, you asked simple questions that travellers normally inquire about, like the businesses in the city, places to stay, if there were any forms of entertainment, just to get an idea of what kind of system this place ran on. You walked over to one of the market stalls, buying a variety of fruits before walking over to a couple of street urchins here and there who only gave you short answers before leaving. One person with ragged clothes and a cloth covering their face remained, so you sat down next to them. You took one fruit out of the bag and munched slowly, taking in your surroundings. You weren’t sure where Cassian was, exactly, but you suppose that was the point. Just have to hope that he’d be nearby to intercept if something goes wrong.

“You're new here,” the stranger commented, eyeing the bag of fruit.

“Is it obvious?” you asked.

“I know everyone that passes by here,” they said confidently.

“Really? And what kind of people pass by here?”

“Give me a fruit and I’d tell ya.”

You eased them into a natural conversation, from the old lady that smuggle drugs in her baking to the young men and women messing with the local law enforcement. All the while, people passed both of you without a second look.

“So who runs what?” you asked.

They raised an eyebrow. “What you mean?”

You shrugged. “I’d assume there’d be a group in control of certain areas around the city. There’s bound to be what with the state of the law enforcement and the illegal dealings going on around here. It just seems civil on the surface, if you know what I mean?” You took out another fruit and handed it over to them while you continued to munch on your own.

They nodded. “So you from the slums, then?”

“Something like that, yeah.”

“We’ve got four main gangs around here; Feuer, Erde, Meer, and Luft. They broke their territories up by quadrants, which is what people call them as a whole. Everything was supposed to be equal with trade going through each quadrant. But,” they held up a finger, “there’s been something that threatens this peace treaty. Lotta noise coming from the Feuer gang and the others are on edge.”

“Noise?”

They looked around before leaning in. “Zapata,” they whispered.

You frowned. “What’s that?”

They shook their head. “Not what, who. Look around, look at all the smooth machinery and the clear sky. This place was a smoggy sooty mess before Zapata found a way to make clean and practically infinite power to keep the factories going. The Quadrants have been eyeing him and they couldn’t agree about what to do with him. One says let him be, others say that he would bring trouble, then there were the other two who wanted him to themselves.”

“Why?”

They hummed, holding a hand out for another fruit, which you complied. “What can you do with an engineer like that? Practically anything, and that’s a scary power to have. What starts as something of good intention gets taken advantage of for others’ selfish reasons.”

You opened your mouth to ask more about Zapata when Cassian’s voice sounded through the earpiece. “We’ve got company approaching on both ends,” he warned.

“Where is this person?” you asked the stranger.

They narrowed their eyes. “Why do you want to know?”

You shrugged it off. You could see two men with charcoal colored light metal armor on either side of the street. “Just asking,” you said before handing them the rest of the fruits, “Well, I gotta get going.”

The stranger spotted the men and stood up. They had a hand behind their back as their green eyes flickered back to you. “Who are you?”

“Just passing through,” you said.

“(Y/n),” Cassian said, urging you to move.

“You’re looking for Zapata, too, aren’t you?” the stranger went on.

Your heart was beating against your ribcage as the men were drawing in closer. You quickly grabbed the stranger’s hand and squeezed it.

“(Y/n)!” Cassian said harshly.

You ignored him. “Look, I can help him escape here,” you whispered, “Help me, please. I know you know him.”

Their eyes studied you for a minute. “You’ve got a ship, then? Protection?” You nodded. “Then follow me.”

They pulled their other hand from behind their back and revealed a small blaster. Before the men could spot the two of you, the stranger pulled you through a narrow alleyway. You hoped that Cassian would be able to catch up as you were lead through the streets, weaving around through every alleyway or shortcut that this person seemed to know by heart. When it looked to be the outskirts of the city in the opposite quadrant, they pulled you into a small tavern.

They walked over to a booth in the corner of the room and sighed. A waiter came and set down a tankard of some strong smelling brown liquid in front of them before greeting you. You settled for a glass of water before looking around the tavern. It was relatively homely with the fireplace on one end, comfy chairs surrounding it, and a bar at the other.

“Where are we?” you asked.

“We’re in the Meer quadrant, a neutral zone,” they said, pulling down the cloth from their face, revealing a man with brown hair and a salt and pepper stubble, “but we can’t stay here for long. If the Feuer gang grows impatient and desperate, they may try to come here and look for me.”

“You? So, you’re Zapata?” you asked quietly. He nodded. “I was told that you were under heavy watch.”

He shrugged. “They don’t expect me to be able to climb out of the window of a four story building, but I’m an inventor. I have my ways,” he said, taking a sip of his drink. “I love watching people. I love learning about their behaviors, their personalities. I grew to appreciate our… humanness. It was something that I took for granted when I was younger. Empathy. So I made it my goal to help people and to better understand them. I ran into a financial obstacle and asked the gangs for help, knowing that they cared about the people more than the law enforcement here. I should have known that something was off when my contacts were replaced with Feuer gang members. But it was too late, and I owed a debt to them.” He paused for a moment before clearing his throat. “Forgive me, I haven’t properly introduced myself. I’m Zapata, Julio Zapata. You can just call me Julio.”

“I’m (Y/n).”

“Pleasure to meet you, (Y/n).”

“And what do they want you to do for them?”

Julio shook his head. “Maybe we should wait for your friend to catch up, hm?” he said, taking another sip of his drink.

“How did-”

He tapped his ear. “Your earpiece. It’s hard to see for anyone who wasn’t looking, but I’m used to checking for those kinds of things.”

“No, just get the information and then leave, (Y/n),” Cassian said into your earpiece.

You purse your lips. “Is there a ‘fresher here?” you asked Julio.

He gave you an amused smile before pointing to the door on the opposite end of the tavern. You thanked him before rushing over, locking the door behind you.

“But I have the target here with me,” you told Cassian.

“I know, but if we can find out where they had been holding him, we could get a hold of his work and leave.”

“But aren’t we supposed to get him out of here. The point wasn’t to get his work, it was to get him, so they wouldn’t be using him.”

“He sounds like he already has an escape plan. He always does,” he added, then said, “we get his work, he leaves, then there’s no threat to deal with.”

“I think we’re his escape plan, Cassian. What’s going on? Besides, he won’t tell me any more information unless you come. He knows I came with someone. We might as well talk to him now, then move him to the ship together.”

“I am the captain here, (Y/l/n). Get the information, then we move on,” Cassian said firmly before ending the connection.

You ripped the earpiece out in frustration. This mission wasn’t turning out to how you thought it was going to be. But then again, Cassian was acting in a way that you thought that he wouldn’t. In the short time that you knew him and from the stories you’ve heard of him, he didn’t seem the type to cut corners. When he has orders, he does what he must to finish them. It wasn’t like the mission was completely compromised. If anything, this was easier, knowing that you had already found the target and he was willing to talk to you. You thought that Cassian would at least warm up to you more with how things have gone so far.

Julio was waiting patiently back at the booth, half of his tankard gone, but he still looked sober. You sat back down and took a couple gulps of water before sighing.

“Let me guess, your superior is being impatient?” Julio asked. You nodded. He huffed out a laugh. “He thinks I didn’t see him, but I did. When you live like the way I lived, you learn to be more observant of your surroundings. Not trust anything you see. It was easy to spot him.”

“You trusted me,” you noted.

Julio nodded. “You’re the most sincere thing I’ve seen in years. When I’m not working on machines, I’m working with people with masks that they show to the world. I suppose, I’m more aware of this when I’ve had a mask on even around the people that trusted me the most. I’ve paid the price for it, but I don’t want to be jaded by my experience. I have this hope, you know, that there are genuine people out there.”

“You mentioned that you saw him. How did you even know that it was him that I was with?”

“I knew him. Years ago, and I’m guessing… no, I know it’s the reason why he’s not going to come over here,” Julio said, playing with the droplets that formed on his tankard, “Understandably. But, I really do need your help and you guys were sent to help me. Is he still listening in?”

“I don’t know.”

Julio sighed, then muttered, “You wouldn’t put personal grudges in the way of your mission, would you, Cassian?”

The two of you were silent for a moment, until he started asking questions about you. There wasn’t much to tell, only that you’ve been travelling around your whole life. You didn’t know your family, and you guessed that made it easier to not settling, but it didn’t mean you closed yourself off to the rest of the world. You loved helping people, telling stories, and learning about others. Maybe that’s why it was easy to talk to Julio, due to your similar mindsets. He expressed that he wasn’t always like that, that he was bitter even as a child. After a fall out with a close friend of his, he decided to change himself. He didn’t want to answer any questions related to the mission, and you wondered if he was just stalling until Cassian made up his mind.

Then, the front door of the tavern opened. You saw Julio’s eyes trained on the newcomer, a ghost of a smile on his lips. You turned and saw Cassian walking over to the booth. He gave a frustrated glare to both of you.

“I’ve ordered Kaytwo to move the ship closer. Jyn will be meeting us there. You tell us where they’ve been holding you and we’ll get you on our ship, got that?” Cassian said. After Julio nodded, Cassian turned to you with a stern look. “Let’s go.”

Julio pulled up his cloth mask again and followed you and Cassian out of the tavern and through the streets until you found Jyn waiting a mile out of the city. She didn’t look too pleased with Cassian, but gave you a smile instead. After Julio told the team where he was held, Cassian told Jyn to ready herself to leave with him.

“(Y/l/n), you are to wait on the ship with him while Jyn and I get the plans,” he ordered, holding your gaze to make sure you knew that they weren’t to be questioned.

“Okay,” you said with a nod, “I wait on the ship with Julio while you and Jyn get the plans.”

Cassian grunted, not amused by this. You led Julio into the ship where the others were waiting. He sat down across from Chirrut and Baze when Jyn grabbed your arm.

“You did good,” she said before leaving with Cassian.

“So you guys just sit here while Cassian does his thing, huh?” Julio said. They all sighed, even K-2SO, which was enough to answer him.

“We’re here as backup and protection if anyone finds the ship,” Baze said.

“At least with (Y/n) here, we get to listen to stories while we wait,” Chirrut added.

Julio turned to you. “Stories? I’d like to hear one.”

You were finished with your third story when there was a rhythmic knock on the ship. K-2SO moved to lower the ramp, revealing a tired Cassian and an angry Jyn carrying Julio’s projects. K-2SO grabbed the heavier objects off of them and placed them on the back of the ship. Once everything was settled, Cassian looked over at you as you sat close to Julio, before making a beeline to the cockpit.

He hadn’t spoken to any of you for the rest of the journey back to base. In the meantime, the rest of the team got to know more about you and Julio, exchanging stories about your childhoods and for them, how they ended up with the Rebellion.

“So, how did you end up with the Rebellion?” Julio asked you.

You shrugged. “Well, as you guys know, I just want to help people. Figured joining the Rebellion would help me do that,” you responded vaguely.

They all seemed to accept this, though you felt that Jyn was going to question more about it later. Bodhi asked him about his inventions and he began to talk about how he got started in engineering.

Soon enough, the U-Wing was back at the Rebel base. Cassian never spoke to you after the mission was wrapped up. There were times where you tried to psych yourself up to confront him, but you either become speechless the moment your eyes landed on him, or he’d turn the opposite direction. You feared that by arguing with his decisions, it affected whether or not the Rebellion wanted to enlist in any future field missions.

The others were fine talking to you, it was only the captain that was hard to deal with. Jyn had told you to stop wasting your energy worrying about it and you honestly don’t know why it bothered you this much. You’ve travelled enough to know your fair share of people that were cold, mean, and guarded towards you. So why was Cassian any different?

Rogue One had gone on to continue with their missions and Julio was given a work space near the hangar. Then, you, having no other skillset to offer, began floating around and learning everything you could to help in some way. You came all this way to join the Rebellion. You didn’t want to become a burden.

You were in your first week of shadowing the medics when you heard a commotion enter the medbay. You jumped out of the way of the incoming stretcher, only seeing a glimpse of who was lying on it. The others that rushed in after him only confirmed who it was. K-2SO pushed past you and followed the medics into one of the rooms.

“Oh, (Y/n), you’re here,” Bodhi said, walking up to you.

“What happened?” you managed to ask as you felt a strange stirring in your gut.

“Cassian got hit while we were running back to the U-Wing. The damage looked pretty bad,” Jyn said, “How are you?”

“Well, I was doing fine until... ,” you trailed off.

“Yeah, and how’s Julio?”

You frowned, not sure why she would ask you out of all people that. “Fine, I guess. I’ve visited his workshop once or twice a week to check in,” you said.

Jyn tilted her head and frowned. “Only once or twice?”

“Yeah,” you said slowly, “Why are you… why are you asking me this? You can go check on him if you want-”

“So it’s just platonic, then?”

“Well, yeah. We’ve become good friends since we brought him here. Why are you…” You looked at Bodhi for answers.

He gave you an apologetic smile. “I’m going to go check on Cassian’s status,” he said, excusing himself.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n), I was just… trying to figure out what’s been going on in Cassian’s head,” Jyn said, “He seemed distracted lately. It’s not like him to be distracted. The only thing I could think of was you and Julio.”

“Well, I assume Cassian and Julio had some bad history with each other. He didn’t even want to bring Julio back when we found out who the target was, and he seemed angry at me because I kept arguing with him,” you tried to reason.

Jyn shook her head, knowing that there was something more to it. “When was the last time you spoke to Cassian?”

“Since the last mission and I’m pretty sure he actively avoided having me join on any missions after that.”

Jyn pursed her lips. “You did nothing wrong, (Y/n). Cassian’s being frustratingly stubborn as usual, that’s all. Maybe talk to him and find out what’s wrong. He wasn’t focused today and I don’t want to think what would have happened if we weren’t next to him to drag him away from incoming enemies.”

“I can try, but I don’t think he wants to talk to me,” you said, looking down the hall where they took Cassian.

“You’ll be surprised,” Jyn said, patting you on the shoulder, “I’ll see you around. I like talking to you.”

“See you.”

With your new tasks at the medbay, there weren't many opportunities for you to see Cassian. Or, at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself. What if he didn’t want to see you because you tried to disobey him? What exactly happened between him and Julio?

You were doing your rounds during your late shift and every time, you’d pass by Cassian’s room, lingering in front of the doorway before walking away again. When you came back, you heard voices inside, one of them was definitely Cassian.

“How many times do I have to apologize, Cass?” Julio asked, “We were young. Too young to even be a part of this fight. How do you expect a kid who had grown up in the lifestyle that I have to react when a blaster is pointed at their face? They fear death like everyone else.”

Cassian sighed. “I know.”

“Then why didn’t you want to talk to me?”

Cassian grew quiet.

“Well, I need some rest or else I slice my finger off the next time I’m in the workshop. I’ll come by later.” You hear the scrape of a chair as he stood up. “Oh, and talk to (Y/n). There’s been some misunderstandings going around and I’m not sure what started it. I just want things to be cleared up.”

You walked away as quietly as you could before Julio walked out. You sorted some papers out at the front desk and smiled as he passed by. This was the first time you’ve heard him mention anything about the small rumors going around base. You shrugged it off as joking around, but you made it clear that you and Julio were just friends. Granted, when he first settled down in the base, you were there to help him get used to the new place and stopped by to talk almost every day. Then, both of your schedules became busy, so those visits were reduced to once or twice a week. You could see why people who didn’t know the two of you well would misunderstand, but you never thought it was serious. Besides, what did Cassian have to do with it?

You still couldn’t bring yourself to talk to Cassian that night, and the night after that. Whenever you ended up helping a nurse in Cassian’s room, he’d be sleeping. You were off duty when he was discharged, rearranging your side of your shared quarters with Jyn after you moved in. She knew you hadn’t spoken to him yet and she refused to elaborate why you had to talk to him.

“This is almost the longest I’ve stayed in one place and that I actually want to stay,” you told her, “I feel… safe here.”

“Yeah?” Jyn asked with a small smile. She was about to add to that when a message popped up on her datapad. She read it through and she groaned. “Bodhi needs to get his arm fixed again,” she said, shaking her head, “I told him not to move anything heavy by himself. I have to go check up on him. Need anything while I’m out?”

“Uh, no. I’m fine. Thanks,” you said.

Jyn nodded, taking her datapad and made her way over to the hangar where Bodhi was. Once the door slid closed, you flopped backwards onto your small creaky bed and closed your eyes. This was where you’ll be staying for a long time, until the base relocated or the war was over. Home. That sounded nice on your ears. Maybe it’s going to be easier to get used to that now that you have found friends in Julio and the Rogue One crew. Well, except Cassian. That’s something you still have to deal with.

You hadn’t realized that you had fallen asleep until there was a knocking at the door. Jyn wasn’t back yet, so you quickly fixed your appearance and stumbled towards the door. You weren’t sure who would be knocking, but you assumed that they were looking for Jyn. What you hadn’t expected to see was Cassian standing there with his hand raised to knock again.

“Captain Andor?” you frowned. “Um, Jyn’s not here. She’s with Bodhi right now.”

He shook his head. “No, I came to see you, actually,” he said.

“Oh.” You blinked.

What was the proper etiquette for this kind of thing? Do you invite him in or go somewhere else to talk or…? You saw a mechanic pass by, eyeing the two of you curiously before hurrying away. You shuffled to the side and gestured for Cassian to come in. He tentatively stepped over the threshold and stood by the door as it closed behind him.

Cassian cleared his throat, patting his vest until he found the small cards he was looking for. He flipped through them with narrowed eyes, already regretting giving K-2SO and Julio permission to help him pick the words to say to you. Many of them were either insincere or too flirty to his taste.

“Is there something wrong, captain?” you asked.

“No!” he said quickly, making you jump, “No, no, no, no. I, uh, I’m sorry for the way I’ve been treating you lately.”

“Well, I did try to disobey your orders-”

“No, you did nothing wrong, I’m just… I’m just an asshole.”

Your eyes widened. “Captain-”

“Please call me Cassian. And… I was mainly mad at Julio during that mission. We knew each other when we were younger and we parted on bad terms. I was upset because I wasn’t able to let that go and when I saw you being close with him, I just… I don’t know. Then, people would talk about how you and Julio would make a cute couple and I just got… bothered by it. I didn’t know why, but what everyone has been telling me, they think it’s because I... ,” he cleared his throat again, “I like you.”

“Oh,” you breathed.

Maker, what do you do in this situation? Your heart was beating hard in your chest and at first it was kind of scary. There was no threat, it was just Cassian, but it gradually felt thrilling. Sure, you’ve noticed that the captain was a handsome man, but your mindset to do well on the mission got in the way of appreciating what you saw before you. It wasn’t like you had the time to properly get to know each other anyways.

“You don’t have to agree, but if you want, we could go somewhere offworld the next time our schedule is free, or maybe something simple like a walk or dinner-”

“Okay… I’d like that,” you said softly.

Cassian grinned, showing his dimples for the first time. “Uh, good. Um… good. That’s good. I’ll stop by the medbay later?” He slowly walked backwards towards the door.

“Sure.” You stepped forward and opened the door for him.

Cassian suddenly stumbled forward into you as Jyn, Bodhi, Chirrut, Baze, and Julio tumbled into the quarters. Cassian pulled you out of the way, his arm wrapped around your waist as he turned to see his friends groaning in pain and having the audacity to smile sheepishly up at the two of you.

“So… I’m guessing it went well?” Julio asked with a cheeky grin, carefully picking himself off the ground.

“We’ll see,” Jyn said, “If Cassian does anything to hurt (Y/n), I’ll hunt him down.”

“I don’t doubt that,” Cassian said, looking at you softly.

“What in the galaxy are all of you doing on the ground?” K-2SO demanded, framed by the doorway and blocking most of the corridor.

You sighed at this lovely chaos. You finally felt that this was your second chance at a new life where you could contribute to something good, somewhere where you felt like you belonged and wanted. You were tired of wandering. Tired of being scared to lose something or someone. You finally had people who you knew were going to stick with you.

Jyn walked up and looked over at Cassian with a smile before gently squeezing your shoulders.

“Welcome home, (Y/n).”

A/N: And Happy Valentine’s Day, I guess. Enjoy discount chocolate, buy yourself flowers, and sit back while you watch Diego Luna in Narcos: Mexico

#cassian andor x reader #cassian andor #cassian andor imagine #Star wars imagine #Rogue One #Rogue One Imagine #Oneshot

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cablecorvid · 3 years

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The Night I Werked For Slenderman

Ah, the early 2010s, they were really much simpler times. I spent my days doing what most emo kids in their late teens did back then- sitting cross legged in my computer chair and scrolling through Tumblr. I would absentmindedly fiddle with the laces on my checkered Van's while I read through my friends' profiles, reblogging pictures of my favorite bands, and creating posts that were oh so relatable and original, ranging from "lol XD I'm so random" to "I'm so dark and edgy, and nobody understands me" depending on how I felt that day.

It was a night just like any other, just another Wednesday evening when I should have been sleeping before school in the morning. Me being me, the angsty 18 year old guy that I was back then, I had deliberately chosen to stay up late. I was keeping with my typical Tumblr routine, just clicking on various hashtags and hoping from topic to topic, my favorite songs streaming from YouTube on a separate tab.

I had always likened myself to the Mad Hatter, but you might as well call me Alice, because that night I fell down the most life-changing rabbit hole I would ever find. This was the night I discovered the realm of the Creepypasta.

It was like a whole new world had opened up to me. I went through so many posts, each one introducing me to or teaching me about the greatest creations of classic Creepypasta- Jeff the Killer, Smile Dog, Ben Drowned, one right after the other. After several hours of scrolling and clicking and almost a whole can of Monster, I was engrossed, disturbed and intrigued. Images of so many terrifying creatures had filled my mind; I had read just about enough on this topic for one night and was planning on finding something new to look at when I told myself I'd scroll down to one last post...

That was when I saw him. The tall man in black. The crown prince of Creepypasta. The one, the only, Slenderman. He seemed so simple, and yet so unnerving. The grainy black and white photo attached to the post sent chills down my spine. I was hooked, I just had to learn more. Before I knew it, another hour had passed. The can that once held my energy drink was empty, and I wasn't going to stop reading until I was thoroughly versed on all things Slender.

I don't remember what was on before, but I took just a moment to change the song playing on YouTube. Everyone has that one guilty pleasure song that makes them want to bust a move, and I found mine right at the top of my "recommended videos" list. Now, an important side note: the 2010s were a wild mix of pop culture advancements. Alongside the rise of the Creepypasta and the Emo genre, a new dance trend had come into the limelight: the twerk. My best friend, Victoria, who ran in the "cool" circles at school, had attempted to teach me, but I hadn't ever been what you would call good at it. I turned the song on, clicking back on the Tumblr tab on my browser, and kept scrolling, dancing in my chair and singing along while I read.

Over the sound of my music, I heard a tapping noise. I thought it must be the wind or something. I ignored it until again, I heard it, a tap tap tap coming from my window, louder this time. I turned around and felt my heart drop, letting out a scream. The pale, faceless figure I had been reading about was standing outside of my house, his long black tentacles snaking out from his body and, every so often, bumping against the glass with another tap. "This can't be real!" I said to myself, stifling another scream. I turned around to turn off my music, but instead of my regular browser the page was a background of static and, to my shock, the still image of a hyperrealistic set of asscheeks, clad in black formal trousers. It looked like they could pop out of my monitor at any time.

I jumped out of my chair and ran across the room. This can't be happening, I told myself. But, in my heart I knew it had to be. I turned around and he was still there, and he was… Shaking. His menacing form blocked the moonlight, casting a long thin shadow that wobbled through my room. We stared at one another for a little while until I caught my breath. A tendril pressed at the edge of my window, trying to open it. I realized that I hadn't locked it after my last time sneaking out of the house, but it was far too late to do anything now- eventually, after, prodding and pushing, the window gave a creak as it opened and the noodly appendage slipped inside. It curled and gestured towards Slenderman, as if it was beckoning me to come forward. I don't know what possessed me to do so, but I made the decision to go outside and face him, man to man.

I made my way through the house, through the kitchen to our back entrance, hoping desperately with each step that he would be gone by the time I got out of the house. My hopes were dashed when I threw the door open and stepped out into the chilly night air. I realized then, as I laid eyes on him, what he was doing- it was something that I can’t fully describe even to this day. Slenderman, the internet legend himself, was throwing it back in a way I had never seen before, and may never see again. He turned his head slowly, menacingly, his eyeless gaze landing upon me.

No story I read could have prepared me for this encounter, for that itty bitty waist and the round thing in my face. Slenderman, they called him? I beg to differ. Those thighs, that booty? He was thicc. So very, very thicc. He stared at me, unflinching. I stared back in shock, examining the scene before me. One of tentacle-like tendrils made its way towards me, the same beckoning motion it had in my bedroom. I took a step forward. “Okay, big guy. What do you want?” I said aloud, my own courage surprising me.

Slenderman slowed to a stop, then stood straight up. His height, his stance, it shook me to my core. Then, he slowly took his former position once more, his hands on his knees, and waited, his unseeing glare seemingly peering through my very soul. “What do you want?! I already asked you.” Slenderman tilted his head quizzically. He raised his hand slowly, gesturing to me, then returned it to its place on his knee.

My eyes widened, the realization hitting me. “Do you want….. You want me to…. Join you?” I sputtered. He nodded slowly, and I paused. What was I doing? Was I really about to twerk with a being so powerful he struck fear into the hearts of anyone who saw him and could make me disappear without a trace? I told myself that if this really could be the last night of my life I might as well have fun with it. I placed my hands on my knees as he had and nodded to him. It was then that Slenderman started to twerk once more. I slowly shook my head, he slowly shook his ass. I heard the music from my computer grow louder and he really got into it. I tried my best to keep up but there was no way I could match his technique- he was just so advanced and so fluid in his movements. His hips moved in ways that no human could ever compare to, shaking what his momma or whatever unholy creature that made him gave him.

I can’t tell you how long we werked it for, but I could feel my legs growing tired. I wouldn’t dare stop until he was ready to, though I was afraid he could go on forever. I tried to follow his form, shaking it to the beat of the music, but I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I was almost ready to admit defeat, to collapse after the vigorous dancing that I’d been doing.

My saving grace came in the form of my mother’s voice, and I spun around just as she flicked a switch and flooded the kitchen with light. “What on God’s green Earth are you doing out here, blaring your music at this time of night?!” My mother screamed at me as I put an arm up, shielding my eyes from the sudden illumination.

“It’s not what you think Mom, it’s!-” I turned to look back at Slenderman, but, to my surprise, he had vanished. Not a fleck of dirt on the ground was disturbed where he had once stood- he had completely and utterly vanished.

“I don’t want to hear any lip from you! You get back inside this instant, turn off that racket, and get yourself to bed! Do you hear me?”

“But Mo-”

“No buts!” Mom snapped, grabbing my arm and pulling me indoors. As she shut the door behind me, I thought to myself. If only she knew what I had just experienced. Maybe she would have known that “buts” were the whole reason I was out there in the first place. I promptly went to my room, turned off the music, and slept like a rock. When I woke in the morning, I questioned myself. Could it really have been real? Did that actually happen? I knew in my heart that it could be, that it was, and that it did.

It’s been years since that night. I don’t think of it all that often, but anytime I’m in the club or dancing in my room and bussin it down, I get a chill and the memories come flooding back to me. Not out of fear, no no, simply out of my mad respect for the best in the game. If there’s any lesson that I hope you take from this story, dear reader, it’s this: If you should find yourself in the presence of the creature of your nightmares, don’t throw away your dreams. Throw some ass. You may just be alright after all.

Source: The Night I Werked For Slenderman - u/SkeletonicKeys on r/Iconpasta

#slenderman #slenderverse #wtf do i tag this as #creepypasta #its almost 3am #reb please go to bed #not mine #not my work

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dominicvail · 4 years

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Hey! Random question for you: How do you decide if/how you're gonna crop the gifs you make when putting together a set? I struggle so bad with the aesthetic elements of building a set it ends up discouraging me from finishing them most of the time.

I get the feeling anon, i struggle a lot with certain types of sets Still, which affects what i end up making A Lot. And i’ve only been making gifs for lol, 6 years, yikes? I tend to stick to what i Have learnt these days. But, anyway.

I mostly think that the aesthetics of what you’re giffing depend heavily on how you should decide to crop it to fit on here.

I don’t know what kind of sets you make? Because I make like, gifs of scenes very differently to something i make just for the sake of it being pretty.

I personally have preferences for what dimensions i think look best for certain types of gif sets on tumblr, i do not Usually ( i make exceptions) stray from these, and the dimensions have an effect on your cropping.

Say like, [This] set, the dimensions i used were 268x180 which is my preferred choice for either 6 gif set or an 8 gif set formatted like this and if i don’t use those dimensions, it’s because i had a good reason not to.

Typically, face close ups in sets like this look Far better than like, a shot in the first gif of that set with half of granger’s body in the shot. This isn’t because head shots look better in gifs, it’s because head shots remove a Lot of the background which is what, 9 times out of 10, is what is messing up the aesthetic of a gifset. Also, an aside, try not to have dialogue cover anybody’s face, sometimes with already close up shots it’s impossible to avoid, but if your text is obscuring somebody’s face, you’ve cropped too much off.

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Backgrounds are often messy, busy, and eye drawing. If you’re making edits just for the sake of being pretty, negative space is your best friend, i really can’t emphasis that enough. I think people think it’s what’s In your gif that will make an aesthetic set look pretty, but i personally think it’s in how you use what it Not there.

'what is not there’ also applies to shadows on negative space backgrounds, you Really need it to look as plain as possible, imo, take this gif for example;

Without edits, the plain wall behind the height chart was heavily shadowed, i used brightening techniques to remove the harshest shadows and also cropped it so the gif was thinner b/c the shadows were darkest at the far corners of the gif. It’s not a major edit, but the effect it had on the set it was in was Massive. It went from ruining the look of what was a ten gif set to fitting in perfectly and it was such a small, simple thing to edit.

Also, for examples of how different a seemingly plain background shot can look with and without editing, This;

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(the over exaggerated white was for Aesthetic reasons, i wanted it to look weirdly coloured, the bg was empty anyway) but this same shot looks totally different when i remove the small lines from the elevator he’s in that i left there in the top gif. His malevolence levels shoot through the roof. Just simple things like that can entirely alter the look of something.

I don’t have an example of this next technique with that specific G shot, But with some scenes like the above it would be possible to crop it in as close as the second gif has been, then increase the canvas size again and just paint on the same bg colour as the bg behind him and you’d have a panoramic gif with an entirely negative space bg without it even looking like you’ve even edited it.

i did that here, kinda:

I cropped the bottom of the gif off because originally there was a Lot more mountain on it, and added to the canvas at the top of the gif, and just coloured the blank canvas the same colour as the rest of the sky and presto! i have a Ton of more negative space and it took me like a minute. You can use the same technique for width as well as height, this was just the first gif i’d found.

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anyway i went on a tangent, but dimensions;

for 2 gifs in a set, if they’re face close ups i’ll for them side by side and like, rectangle, you can do them square but i just think it looks better if they’re higher than they are wide, i don’t always use the same dimensions for the height of these types of sets, just what i think looks best for the scene.

if it’s more of a view than a close up for 2 gifs, i’ll do one gif on top of the other, Usually if i do it like this it’s specifically to showcase a view, so i probably won’t crop the scene at all for this type, and just resize for tumblr, but if i do it will be to crop out a network logo but i’ll leave the gifs as large as i can do so while taking it off. If possible i will paint over a logo, so if the logo is over a bit of screen that’s just one plain colour it’s easy to obscure, but otherwise its a crop. If i ever leave a logo on, it’s b/c i had no choice because i Hate leaving logos on.

for sets of 4, like, dialogue scene gifs e.g. this one [here] the traditional square 268x286 is best, tbh. However, for that set there, not sure if this counts as cropping but it is aesthetic, in the show the shots were eric, nell, nell, eric. Because, in that format, doing it that way would have had them looking Away from each other in the bottom two gifs, i switched them around in the set and it looked So much better. When possible, always have people physically speaking to each other in gifs actively face each other. Sometimes this involves flipping the whole gif which i Try not to do because our brains are trained to look at these people through a backward lens, so when you flip it over we think it looks weird because very few people Actually have perfectly symmetrical faces so like, they look Wrong to us. But looking a little wrong normally looks less weird than having people insets face the totally wrong direction.

for 10 gifs, displayed 2 by 2, i will not make them as high, 10 gifs of 268x180 is too long, it looks weird, and even shaving 10px off each gif makes it look more aesthetically pleasing.

for gifs displayed one on top of the other with text over, where you have a lot of them, they look better thin, i usually use somewhere between 230-245px for each gif’s height. Like this one.

if you’re making Huge gifs like... 540x440px for Aesthetic reasons, that Can work really well but is Exceptionally difficult imo and i really can’t offer any advice or tricks because i am hopeless at it.

On of my other tricks of the trade is, when i see a scene i think will make great gifs in the caps i’ve taken for something, i will save the caps. Like, that G moment of him looking into the camera, i took caps of the scene for a specific reason, deleted the rest of them when done, but saved those ones away. Scenes with minimal background that Also contain a look into the camera are Rare, exceptionally good looking on edits, and u will never remember where they are in the show if u delete them lol. So if you find shots you love, keep the caps! reuse them! to this day, i’m the one one to ever call myself out over excessive reuse of the same shots over and over.

Also, zig zags and diagonals are more attractive visually. like, this is from my main but i can’t fine one off this blog atm, but [this] You see how i’ve made this so your eyes flow in a seamless diagonal downwards? You eyes don’t flit back and forth in 3 different directions, it has a flow to it. The first shot on that set isn’t actually like that in the show, her face was on the right side of the screen, i cropped off everything on the left, added to the canvas on the right and used the wall she was standing next to to make it less obvious i cropped it so dramatically to achieve that. You can only really tell if you’re looking for it in that one. But like, if you can crop something so the gifset has a decent flow to it, so your eyes slide over it rather than attempt to look in 6 directions in jerky moments, it helps a lot. I did the same thing with this one, [here] every gif on that is cropped into a different angle as it was on the show.

This works specially well when you have a lot of gifs in your sets, which is where the zig zag thing comes into it, like, those 2 i linked two didn’t last long enough to zig back, but if i’d done another 2 gifs on there, i’d have put it back so your eyes slid back to the left side again. Can’t find an example rn, it’s Hard to do the more gifs you have, but pull it off and it looks really good.

however, if you Can make each gif centered perfectly it looks Really cool but it’s really hard to do b/c show content just.. isn’t great sometimes. But it looks so cool.

tldr: Negative space is Super Important!!! backgrounds can be super eye grabbing and you don’t want that, choose your dimensions well, make sure you make peoples eyes flow across your work rather than dart.

idk, i hope this made sense, but making things look aesthetically pleasing is Really hard and takes a lot of work, it just looks like it should be easy, it’s not you finding something hard that other people seem to find super easy, it’s not easy, it involves a lot of tricks and editing that you Have to obscure because if it’s too obvious it doesn’t look attractive. A lot of work goes in, if i had my way i’d make mostly aesthetically pleasing edits but it’s too hard and i don’t have that kind of time. I hope this helped in some way?

#ask #anon #anonymous #editing #idk #i;m not super good at explaining things #Anonymous

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barefoot-joker · 5 years

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Yandere!Jeremiah Valeska X Reader One Shot Pt. 5

Hey, guys! Welcome back to the next installment of Yandere!Jeremiah. I was just going to let you know it does get a bit spicy at the end so if that’s not your thing you won’t miss much. As a side note I’d also like to say that I don’t condone things that Jeremiah does in this chapter and if any of you find the ending uncomfortable I can change it. Otherwise feedback is appreciated and I will see you in Part 6!

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Beep.

Clench.

I felt my fists tighten around the fabric of my skirt, my heart pumping wildly. Jeremiah was going to marry me?! At the sound of the door opening behind me I quickly swiveled to see Ecco, her body now in a long, skintight red and black dress. Her eyes instantly lit up as soon as she saw me, her lips spread in a smile. “Oh, Y/n. Don’t. You. Look. Gorgeous! Boss was right, you are the most exquisite woman in all of Gotham!”

She giggled as she walked to me, her heeled boots clicking the wooden floorboards beneath us. “Ecco, where’s Bruce?”

“He’s been taken care of don’t you worry.”

Taken care of? Don’t tell me he’s-

“He’s not dead, sweetheart. Boss made sure he came to your special day!”

Ecco began smoothing the fabric of my dress down and fluffing my veil to give it volume. As she did her pretty work the door opened once more to reveal Jeremiah, his attire being that of a suit in dark red, black, orange and dark blue. His black dress shoes scuffed the floor as he came towards us, my gaze lowering to the ground. “Don’t you look beautiful, darling!~ If I knew blue was your color I would have had you wear it all the time!”

“Isn’t it considered unlucky if you see the bride before she walks down the aisle?”

Jeremiah chuckled and lifted my chin which caused my gaze to be fixed on him. “Not in my mind its not.”

He side glanced at his proxy and waved his hand, her taking the hint and leaving. As much as I didn’t like the both of them I wish Ecco would have stayed. It would have been better than being with the beast alone. As soon as her heels radiated down the hall Jeremiah leaned in and gave a kiss to my neck, I flinching upon contact. “We’re going to be so happy together, dearest. It’ll just be us ruling this city together and no one will stop us, not even your dear Brucie.”

“What did you do to him? I swear if you hurt a single hair on his-”

“I would never! Bruce is just as special to you as he is me,” I turned away in disgust. “But you’re my top priority~”

“Why can’t you understand that I don’t want to be yours? Jeremiah, I don’t-”

Before I could finish he put a pale finger to my lips. “Shh, don’t say that. I know this whole thing will take some getting used to but we have our whole life ahead of us! If you don’t love me now surely it will come later.”

I sighed and closed my eyes. There was no point in trying anymore. Jeremiah was just too far gone that no matter what I said he wouldn’t change his mind. “It’s almost time for the ceremony, my love. But before I go I have something for you.”

Reaching into his blue jacket pocket, Jeremiah held up a silver chain necklace with a pendant on the end. Sadness reflected onto my soul as I instantly recognized what it was.

{Flashback}

“Miah, come on! Let me open my eyes!”

“Just wait a second.”

I playfully sighed. Jeremiah had called me down to the bunker for some unknown reason and I was hoping it wasn’t because he was in danger. My bad thoughts were removed when I walked into his study, the area decorated with birthday decorations. According to my ginger friend he was upset that he had missed my special day so he and Ecco arranged to have a small party with just the two of them. I will admit it was sweet of them to think of me but they didn’t have to go through with all of the trouble. Currently I sat on a couch with my hands over my eyes, footsteps rustling in the background. “Okay, you can open them.”

I did so and saw he held a small box with a green bow wrapped around it. “Miah, you didn’t have to get me anything!”

“I know but I wanted to stick to customs.”

I sighed and took the box from him, pulling off the bow and opening it. I gasped. Inside lay a simple silver necklace, a blueish green pendant on it. “M-Miah, it’s-it’s beautiful! Oh thank you!”

I got up and hugged him. “No problem, Y/n. I’m just glad you like it.”

“Could you help me put it on?”

“Of course.”

I spun around and moved my hair out of the way so he could clip it. It took him a second or two but as soon as he got it I turned towards him. “So, what do you think?”

I gave him a big smile as I posed with it, my friend not saying anything. After a few moments he shook his head and smiled. “I think it looks perfect.”

{End Flashback}

“This should complete your look.”

He came behind me and pushed my hair and veil out of the way so he could clasp it together. I felt my heart lock up as the cool metal dropped to my neck, it seemingly sealing my fate. “It looks just as perfect as it did all those months ago.”

I wanted to cry, scream, do anything. Everything was tumbling down for me. “See you out there, dearest.”

Quickly he pecked my cheek and left me to my own devices. Quietly I turned back towards the mirror and looked at myself. My reflection looked back at me with sadness in her eyes and in that moment I could see the cage that surrounded me, the one that no matter how lovely I sang or flew about the owner wasn’t going to be unlocking any time soon. Taking a deep breath I turned away and walked through the door, Ecco waiting for me outside. She handed me a bouquet of red roses before gently taking my arm and leading me down the hall to a pair of closed doors. My stomach twisted as I bit my trembling lip, nerves fluttering throughout my system. Suddenly the doors flew open and an organ began playing the infamous bridal processional tune as the dirty blonde woman led me down the aisle, her swaying us back and forth. My eyes scanned the room and I couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped my mouth. Sitting in the pews tied up and gagged was Alfred, Jim, Barbara, Harvey and Bruce, all of them dressed nice and fancy. Before I could go to them Ecco tightened her grip on my arm and pushed me forwards, Jeremiah catching me. Pulling me up to his level the madman gave me a huge grin before nodding to the pastor who looked like he was about to faint. The poor man flipped through his Bible in a nervous manner while mumbling to himself as Jeremiah gave him a glare. “Could we hurry this up a little?”

“U-um..of course, M-Mr. Valeska-a.W-We are gathered h-here today to join these t-two in h-holy matrimony-y. If there are any objections p-please say n-n-now.”

I looked back at my captive friends, all of them trying to say something. I looked over at the organist only to find a person holding a gun to their head. Suddenly my head was brought roughly back to look at Jeremiah, his pale fingers digging into my cheeks and chin. “Eyes up here, darling.” he hissed.

I gulped and he let go, his hands wrapping around mine in a tight grip. “Continue, Father.”

“D-do you pledge your lives t-to one a-another, to w-watch over the o-other in bad t-times? Do y-you promise to l-love each other-r tenderly-y and p-passionately, care for one another and c-cherish each moment?”

I wasn’t about to reply but I felt a gun pointed at the back of my skull so I changed my answer. “We do.”

“Do we have the rings?”

Jeremiah nodded and a random minion scurried off, returning with Selina’s corpse on a dolly holding the rings. I took in a shaky breath and watched as the minion made it seem like Selina was giving us the pieces of jewelry, her hand cold against mine. “R-repeat after me, Mr. V-Valeska. I Jeremiah p-promise to h-have and to h-hold this w-woman I take on as my w-wife. I p-promise to l-love and cherish her e-each day, for better or for worse, for richer, poorer, in sickness and in health till death do we part.”

My groom did as he was told, his blue eyes staring down into my soul and a big grin stretched across his lips. “W-with this ring I-I thee w-wed.”

Jeremiah slipped the gold band onto my ring finger, the blue jewel glinting in the candlelight. A perfect fit.

“Now repeat after me, Miss L-L/n. I Y/n p-promise to h-have and to h-hold this m-man I take on as my h-husband. I p-promise to l-love and cherish him e-each day, for better or for worse, for richer, poorer, in sickness and in health till death do we part.”

“Jeremiah, you don’t have to do this. Let all these poor people go!”

“I can’t do that, sweetheart. We need witnesses. Now, say your vows.”

My eyes searched for any remaining humanity in my former ginger friend’s but his grip on my hands tightened and a shadow passed over his blue orbs. “Say. Them.”

I looked over at my friends but I heard the gun cock behind me so I returned back to home base, repeating every word in a trembling voice. “With t-this ring I thee w-wed.”

Silently I slid my gold band onto his ring finger, his having an e/c stone in the center. “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

Quickly Jeremiah leaned and captured my lips, Ecco the only one clapping. Everything faded into white noise as I stood there enveloped in the madman’s grip.

This is it.

Beep.

You’re trapped forever.

Beep.

No longer will you be able to be with Bruce.

Beep.

You’ll just be a caged bird for the rest of your life.

Beep.

Living your days as a cooped up housewife.

Beep.

There’s no escape...Y/n Valeska.

My newly appointed husband pulled away by a few inches, his breath hot against my lips. We stared at each other in the heat of the moment as Ecco pranced about us throwing flower petals. I was numb as Jeremiah leaned down again and kissed me, his excitement and bliss not reaching my body. “Hurray, Boss! You did it! Congratulations you two!”

As Ecco continued her excited chant Jeremiah pulled away and held me close. I felt a few tears fall as my friend’s disappointment clouded my mind, them struggling in the background. “Come now, Ecco! Let’s take the celebrations elsewhere.”

Jeremiah gently took my hand and led me back down the aisle, him turning back to his minions. “The rest of you kill and destroy.”

“NO!”

I screamed as gunfire rang out and smoke piled into the church, the greenette casually walking us down the aisle as if nothing was wrong. In an attempt to get away I hit my husband several times but he just continued dragging me along. I looked back desperately at my friends who tried to get away, my eyes landing on Bruce. Time seemed to slow as I stared into those dark eyes and memories of my happiness came back to me in waves.

Bedside chats.

Embraces.

Laughter.

Dinners together.

Our kiss.

“BRUCE!” I shrieked at the top of my lungs. Don’t let me go.

I heard Jeremiah growl and turn towards the dark haired male, a smirk on his face. “I did it, Bruce! I won! Y/n’s mine!”

He chuckled and raced us out the door, I screaming my true love's name. Suddenly I was thrust into the backseat of a car, it speeding off with Ecco as the driver. My heart beeped in my chest as the two clown’s laughter filled my ears, my body getting hot in my dress. The night sky seemed to twirl as I felt my back collide with seat, my eyes closing. Bruce…

I don’t know how long I was out for but when I woke up I was lying on a couch with Ecco standing over me. She smiled upon realizing I was awake and helped me sit up, my surroundings new and unrecognizable. “W-where are we?”

“Your new home, Y/n! Boss has been looking forever for the perfect place and now here we are!”

I blinked a few times and looked around. The room I was in seemed to be a living room as there were several chairs strewn about and a few picture frames up. The fireplace was currently burning some wood making the room nice and toasty. “Well we better get you upstairs. Mr. J has been waiting for you to wake up.”

Gently, Ecco eased me up off the couch and up the stairs across the hall, stopping us at a door at the end of the right hallway. She opened the door and led me inside, a fire dancing in the center of the far wall mantle. “Boss told me to get you ready for when he comes back and that he’s sorry for leaving you in such a hurry. I guess some business came up that he needed to take care of.”

Delicately she removed the veil from my head and placed it on an armchair in the corner before going to a dresser and pulling out a green nightgown. She returned to my side and helped me out of my dress before slipping the pajamas over my head, onto my body. Humming she picked up my wedding dress and set it over by the veil, returning to me with a hairbrush in hand. She had me sit on a footstool as she sat behind me, tenderly brushing my locks. “We’re all going to be one big happy family after tonight. If something should happen in that body of yours Mr. J will be pleased.”

I froze. I forgot about that part of weddings. My fingers dug into my legs creating marks. As if on cue Jeremiah strode through the door with a smile upon his face. Ecco stood and curtsied, making her way out and shutting the door behind her. I gulped and turned away, flinching when I felt his arms wrap around me. His nose tickled my neck as he gave a content purr, my body shaking at the thought of what was next. “You’re finally all mine, Y/n. No longer will I have to worry about someone stealing you away.”

His hand reached up and slid one of the straps down on my shoulder, I clutching his wrist tightly. “Please don’t.”

“Dearest, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment. Imagine how much more happier we could be if you gave birth.”

“I don’t want to! Please, Jeremiah!”

“Shh. You’ll be alright. Everything will be alright.”

I cringed as the other strap fell and I knew instantly that tonight was going to be a long one.

“Now...let’s have our date with destiny.”

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The Grind- Chapter 22

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All my perpetual fretting over Tia’s reaction to the news of my reconciliation with Colton was all for…well…. It was all 100% necessary. She yelled phrases such as “if you wanna let the asshole back in your bed, you can clean up the mess he’s gonna make,” and “what did the dickhead do to convince you?” Both valid, however brutally honest they may have seemed. I made up my mind not to push it on her just yet, but to tip-toe through the tulips, if you will, until she warmed up to him. The two of them were quite similar in more ways than one, so they were bound to fall into at least a civil relationship sooner or later. Or, there unpredictable, combusting similarities would eventually just explode like the boom of a nuke.

As for progression on the Ritter/Elliott home front, things were moving along nicely. We were back to our morning coffee routine at The Grind, and our running schedule had been carefully decided for Sundays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays. One of those particular Sunday workouts had navigated us to the new home Colton had purchased as of late, so he could give me the tour. He’d met me at my apartment that morning, carless, but I hadn’t considered where he’d began his run from.

He’d moved in a little over 5 months ago, and judging at first glances the deposit was heavy for a place like this. The brick front, two story structure must have been newly built on the street because the miniscule grassy path he did have in his side yard, was just ever so slightly sprouting from the clumpy, muddy surface. He led me up a black painted front porch through the front door, seemingly eager to show off his purchase from a successful years earnings.

“Home sweet home. Here we are!” He remarked before breaking the plain into his den. “Whatddya think?”

I thought it wasn’t the place I pictured him in, for starters. Not in pessimistic manner or anything, the space was merely more modern, and suburban for what I imagined his quarters to be like. The cabinets of a kitchen just to the right of the main entrance, were bright white, and stealthy black appliances accentuated more bleach white on the walls. Upon trailing deeper into the area, we entered a hardwood floor living room, where the navy of his leather couch shined under the natural light blazing in from a large window.

“It’s super nice, Colt! You keep it so… clean.” Seriously, there wasn’t a stich of the rug out of place. No molding take-out boxes on his countertops, or discarded shoes strung wildly about.

“Give it time,” he pointed at me with a wide smile. “I ain’t been here long enough to destroy it yet.”

“Don’t expect me to come over and clean the place, mister. This girl is no maid,” I said overlapping my arms in a forewarning.

“You could be. Hey, we could get you one of those little outfits and everything,” Colton said wagging his eyebrows in suggestion. “I’m gonna go shower real quick, then we’ll take the bike back to your apartment. Just hang out here, and give me 20. Unless of course, you’d like the tour of my shower too..”

Okay, yes please! I need to get a good luck at the tub. Inspect the plumbing, and the drains or whatever..

“I don’t have a change of clean clothes, silly. But, you get all squeaky clean, then I’ll take you on the tour of my new place. The bedroom is to die for...” He dropped his head back in a cantankerous huff as if I was torturing him for my own pleasure.

While he left me unsupervised, fidgeting on the couch, I decided some friendly, not at all psychotic girlfriend snooping would be harmless. Wandering aimlessly in my sock feet about the sitting area and kitchenette, something in particular sparked my interest plastered on the double doors of his refrigerator. In carefully executed newspaper snippets, were all of my published works from the last three years held up on display by small, coinlike magnets. One piece I’d written on an injured All-American local boy who had withdrawn his commitment to Pitt due to apparent substance issues. Various tidbits from the usual Steelers coverage, and my article from his fight with Mendez.

Thin, chalky newspaper nearly covered the entire spread of the left side freezer door. He appeared to have saved nearly every published work that had my name attached to it. What made the gesture even more monumentally romantic, was that The Pilot wasn’t available for subscription, nor a newsprint you could grab at any local convenient store on your morning milk run. It was only available for purchase at two outdoor newsstands in the city, one being a small cart on the sidewalk at the front entrance of our main office. The other was easily a 20-minute commute from any of the local businesses he frequented. Neither spot being one he’d cross by coincidence on his morning jog through downtown, or even the closest grocery store, or Mac’s. Meaning the man had made a specific trip, every Thursday morning to spend $3.75 on a paper that he could’ve searched the internet for. I sketched a feathery finger over the printed words, hearing a single dolloped tear drip below at my feet to the crisp tile of his kitchen floor. He really had never sincerely left me, just like he said only a handful of days ago.

“There’s more in an old cardboard box on the rack under the coffee table.” His stealthy, barefoot approach behind me was completely undetected, or I had just been so preoccupied with my discovery that any background noise was hushed.

I faced him, startled, carelessly forgetting to wipe the still running stream of tears, and hiccupped to repress audibly weeping.

“Oh, woah. Woah, baby. Hey, what’s wrong?” Colt stepped once to reach me, and cloaked me into the embrace of his grey tee, blotched with undried remnants of his shower. He placed both hands to my cheeks, leaving my face trapped between his scuffed, worked palms. Eyes searching over my face, like he was looking for the reason of my tears written somewhere across my forehead.

“I’m fine, seriously. It’s nothing.” I nearly snorted to sniff the running of my nose. Yeah, that was convincing. He’ll be right off your back now.

“Talk to me, Livvy. What’s goin’ on, huh? I know tears when I see ‘em. Especially yours.”

“You did this? You kept them? All, of them?”

A hesitant, “U” shape danced over his lips at my question. “Of course I did, babe. Well, I almost missed one week, but I told the guy at the stand I’d give him 20 bucks if he could get me a copy.”

It drew a laugh from both of us, mine still mixed with some joyful tears.

“It’s got your name on it, Liv. Hell, I woulda paid all the money in my wallet if you had written the alphabet down and had it published. I told you once I was proud a’ ya’, and I meant it.”

“I just didn’t… I never thought… I didn’t know you cared this much. I’m surprised you went through that trouble, especially since we weren’t even together for over half of these.” I looked back for the tenth time over the collection marked with my signature.

“I think that’s when I started to care so much. When we weren’t together, I mean. Because y’know, that’s the weird, twisted fucker I am,” he said rolling his eyes.

His hands departed from my face, and one was now pinching the bridge of his masculine nose in frustrated contemplation. I didn’t see the normal abundance of equanimity in his eyes now that normally dwelled there, and I was well aware that he was struggling for the words he sought. “I’m a head case, Liv. I find the love of my life, and talk to her like dog shit, because that’s obviously what a sensible man would do? God… What fuckin’ sense does that make?”

“Honest? It makes perfect sense, actually.” I comforted him, trying to distinguish the fires of aggravation, and self-loathing I could see kindling behind his eyes. “It’s the typical reaction of a man who’s never been in love before, and doesn’t have a damn clue how to handle all the things his feeling all of a sudden.”

“I know exactly how t’ handle it now though.” Colton said snatching me like a flimsy sack of potatoes into his grips, and reaching for a sly kiss.

When his arms outreached though, one of the tattoo additions I had been suspicious of when we bumped into each other at the Temple that fateful day, revealed itself like a shiny penny catching the beams of the sun. Carefully placed on the tender, hairless skin of the underside of his bicep amongst his dedication to the Andy Warhol bridge, and a Latin phrase “Fortis Passioni deditus” translating to “strong willed”, was a small 21 needled in varsity print.

I immediately locked a grip around the evidence in question, raising it further into the light to investigate whether my eyes had been viciously deceiving me. He didn’t dispute, either from downright perplexity, or for the simple fact that he knew exactly what had won my attention and wanted me to snoop it out a little more closely.

Once I had wiped sternly over the numbers with a thumb, seeing they were indeed permanently etched onto his smooth skin, I looked intently upward to his waiting face. I wanted to smile in cheesy satisfaction, I wanted to cry in earnest adoration, and I wanted to claw the very ink out of his skin as backlash for his silly, erratic decision. But no, not really. The sensible, rational Liv rallied admirably to find a way to veto what he had done and hammer him with venomous disapproval. Thankfully, my fanatical love for the man eclipsed the once “safe” nature I carried, and all I wanted to do was fall at his feet.

“Took ya’ long enough, 2-1.” He smiled barely showing a top row of teeth.

“Wh..when?” I tripped over my tongue.

“Few months after the Mendez fight, I think. Was gonna put it on my chest, next to ma’s date of remission. But my guy down at the parlor said here looked better.” The man explained so coolly as if a shrine to my basketball number, and his pet name for me drawn onto his flesh was just something people did so commonly. Seriously, it sounded as if he was just reading off the lottery numbers in the Sunday paper.

“A few months? So, you did this after you dumped me? We weren’t even together and you got this tattoo?”

“Are you mad? Like…seriously upset with me, Liv? I mean, yeah, it was a little reckless, but that shoudn’t surprise you, baby,” he snickered. “But I knew I’d get you back, Livvy. Or I was gonna damn die tryin’. The way I saw it, it would either end up being something meaningful to our story that we could tell our babies in 10 years. Or, if I didn’t win you back, I’d have to look at it every fuckin’ day and think of the colossal mistake I made.”

10 years? Babies? DON’T FAINT. DO NOT.

“Lucky for you then, huh? Your plan played out for the better, I suppose.” I stretched on my small toes to pat my nose to his.

“So, you like it then?”

I didn’t bother to reward him with praise, instead just sucked a hearty kiss from the thin part in his opened mouth, humming sensually.

“Colton?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Take me to bed. Now.”

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Sometimes It Rains In L.A. - Kol Mikaelson Pt. 2

//Request: Can u do a part 2 to Sometimes It Rains In L.A.? Can it involve Reader ending up in a coma by an explosion during an undercover job in Afghanistan by the Taliban, and Klaus gets a call about it, making the whole family go be by her side until she wakes up? And Kol and reader EVENTUALLY get back together, staying in L.A. together? //

//warnings: violence. blood mention. language. After the blast, there’s a perspective shift from 2nd person to third person... yes, it’s on purpose :) tag list: @simonsaysyasss @akshi8278 @llcalumllhoodll //

//Part One//

It took six months to move past the heartbreak that was Kol Mikaelson. He was as cruel as he was beautiful, and he knew it. His intentions weren't to hurt you. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He hid his interest in Davina because he did still love you. And while that wasn't you making excuses for him, you had learned to forgive.

You had also found a way to open your heart again. After the six months of intense pain, healing, and self-love you met your new boyfriend of eight months, Liam Callen. He was seemingly the complete opposite of Kol. He never blamed you or anyone else for his hardships. He supported everything you did, and even if he didn't necessarily agree with it, he understood it was your choice. He never left you to deal with the 'consequences of your actions' on your own. You really did care for him. Granted, you might not have been able to love him with the same fire you loved Kol with, but it was different this time. Kol was the first boy who really took your heart and ran with it. And even though you’d never admit it out loud, part of you knew he always would hold a piece of your heart, no matter how long it’s been. But little did you know, that you had taken a piece of his heart with you to Los Angeles.

“Hope! Hello, beautiful. How are you?” You said happily as you wandered the halls of the Bureau's Overseas headquarters.

Recently, you had been sent on a case in Afghanistan. It was another intense change to go from L.A. to a whole new country but it was all a part of the job. You loved being able to travel so often with your new job. You felt a sense of freedom that you never would’ve been able to find in New Orleans, a place you had left just over a year ago and yet seemed so long ago.

“Hello, Y/N.” She said and you could hear the smile in her voice. “I’m really good, actually. The whole family is getting along. Dad hasn’t decapitated anyone recently. And Davina is really helping me get a hold on this whole witch thing.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” You said honestly. “How is your uncle, by the way? When I talked to your dad, he didn’t mention him. Wait, your dad didn’t dagger him again, did he?”

She laughed lightly. “No, not yet at least. Um... He’s alright. Finally seems to be getting back to normal, I think.”

“Well, it’s good to hear that.” You smiled softly, remembering Kol’s bright smile.

“So who’s Liam?” She asked in a hushed whisper, the type of voice you use when gossiping with the girls at a sleepover.

“I met him in L.A. and he’s really sweet. He’s kind of like the polar opposite of your uncle. And we’ve been together for about-” You were cut off by a loud explosion from the floor below you. The ground rumbled and you were thrown against the nearest wall. “I have to go.” You said quickly into the phone, not listening to the words Hope spoke into the line.

“Y/N? Y/N, what’s going on!? Are you okay?” She had said just before the line cut out.

“Hope?” Kol had asked her when she slowly took the phone away from her ear. “Is everything alright?”

“I need to find my dad.” She shook her head and took off through the compound, leaving Kol in confusion.

You quickly made your way to the emergency stairs, which every other employee on that floor had convened. You all pushed down the stairs in as orderly of a fashion as you could. Another explosion, bigger than before. It shook and even shattered the stairs. You were closer to the front, closer to the collapse. Carefully, you climbed over the railing and landed on the steps just on the other side of the collapse.

As you were running down the remaining steps and through the ground level, a third and final explosion went off just to your right. The force of the blast sent you flying through the glass on your left. You could remember the shattering sound, the smack of your body hitting the ground outside, the rocks digging into your skin, and the collision of your head with a concrete statue.

“Hello, this is Dr. Miller. Can I speak with Klaus Mikaelson?” The woman said when Klaus answered the phone a few minutes after his daughter had ran frantically into the room and asked for him. “I’m afraid it’s an urgent matter.”

“Yes, this is him. How can I help you, doctor?” He replied slowly. Hope’s eyes went wide as she gestured that this is what she was worried about.

“It’s about Y/N Y/L/N.” The doctor explained. “It appears there was an attack on her place of work and she is being transported to our trauma center. On her paperwork, you were listed as one of her emergency contacts. I know this may be a long ways and extremely worrisome but she is in good care here in Afghanistan. We work closely with her bureau and have had instances like this before.”

“I see...” Klaus said, the shock and fear setting in. How could Y/N have been so unlucky? Part of him wished she had just stayed in New Orleans, where he could protect her like the family she was, but he knew she had to go. “And what hospital is she being transferred to? I’d like to come check on her.”

“Well, we won’t be keeping her here very long, Mr. Mikaelson. From the information we’ve received, she’s not conscious. We hope to stabilize her and send her back to the states for more detailed care. She had two preferred hospitals on her forms. One in Los Angeles and one in New Orleans. Do you know which she would prefer? We’ve tried to contact her relationship partner but he hasn’t responded.” Dr. Miller explained.

“The Los Angeles hospital, most likely. That’s where she lives now. Thank you for the call, Doctor. We will see her when she returns.” Klaus said kindly and hung up the phone.

He looked to his daughter with worried eyes. “Pack a bag. Get your uncle Kol. Tell him the same thing. We’re going to Los Angeles.”

“Wait, Uncle Kol? Is she okay? Dad, what happened to Y/N?” She asked as he pushed past her in a fit of pain-filled anger. “Dad!”

“Just pack a bag, Hope. I won’t tell you again.” He ordered.

Within a week, the three had went to Los Angeles. Hope, Klaus, and Kol had made the trip, though the rest of the family kept you in their hearts. Being that it was about Y/N, Kol made sure to leave Davina in New Orleans. But he did make sure to bring two things that had always reminded him of her, one from when she was in New Orleans with him and one from after she had left. He carried the bracelet she had mailed to Klaus with directions to return to Kol. A simple silver band with a small rose and her name engraved into it. He had given it to her within the first few months of dating and she nearly never took it off. She had sent it back with intentions of leaving all of that relationship in New Orleans. He also carried the letter she wrote him once she could honestly say she was over Kol. It was simple but still held so much weight in his pocket.

Hello, Kol. I know you probably never expected to hear from me again and quite honestly, I never planned on reaching out to you. But it’s been about six months now and the hurt has faded. What you did to me, I will never understand your intentions. Maybe you didn’t want to hurt me. Maybe somewhere, you do still love me like you swore to Davina that night. Regardless, I’ve moved here and at this point, my heart no longer stings when I think of you. My eyes don’t water when I look through old photos. My throat doesn’t get tight when I hear your voice in the background of calls to the family. My dreams don’t revolve around you. My life doesn’t belong to you anymore and neither does my heart. I know this might pain you to read but for my own emotional health, I needed to let myself say it, even on paper. And I needed to know that I said it to you. Please, do not write back. I’ll send the letters back to you, unopened. I am not in love with you anymore, Kol Mikaelson. But I will admit that I do still have love for you, more than I thought I ever would. I always will. You helped me grow as a person and you were the push I needed to get me here to L.A., just not the type of push I envisioned. Nevertheless, I know you’re happy with Davina and that’s all I can wish for you. From the bottom of my heart, with all the sincerity I can send you, and with a free feeling in my chest, I hope you enjoy your eternity. You deserve to be happy, Kol. You’ve been through too much and I had a hand in that so I’m sorry for any pain I’ve caused. Here’s to a proper goodbye, after all this time. Xx, no ill will, Y/N/N.

The small piece of paper that sat neatly folded in his shirt pocket, as close to his heart as he could get it, was the reason he came. When Hope ran into his room declaring that Y/N had been in an accident and the family was headed to L.A. to see her, he was hesitant to agree to go see her. Hope did what she could to convince her uncle but Davina argued that it was none of his business. Y/N had left him after all. But Davina didn’t know about the letter. She didn’t know about the nights Kol couldn’t sleep because he swore he heard Y/N’s laugh down the hall. The times Kol had to look twice because he thought he saw her smiling at him on the streets. The times Kol stared at his phone screen with her contact open, the same heart next to her name and smiling photo of her staring back at him, debating whether or not he should call. Maybe she would answer this time...

The begging eyes of Hope had managed to convince him but did nothing to settle the confusion he felt. Why did he really come on this trip? For Y/N’s well-being? Y/N didn’t want to see him, didn’t want anything to do with him. But the letter... If she was truly done, would she have sent the letter?

There was a heavy feeling looming over the Mikaelsons as they entered the hospital. The boys hung back and allowed Hope to talk to the nurse at the front desk. Somehow, she was the most put together out of them all. She had always seen Y/N as family, even after she had left for Los Angeles. In Hope’s mind, she needed Y/N. Yes, she had her mother obviously, but Y/N had an impact that no one else would ever come close too. It was a mundane influence, mortal and temporary but so beautiful and true. Just like Kol, Hope brought that letter with her. Hope thought that maybe if she brought it, if she brought the emotion that was trapped in that letter, it would be enough to help Y/N.

Quietly, they followed Hope down the hall to the room Y/N was staying in. She was placed in a medically induced coma but was due to wake up soon but there was no guarantee since her injuries were so drastic. The doctors warned that if the family was around when she woke, it was possible that she would have some memory loss. They said there was a lot of blood loss and she would be very slow to get back into normal activity. There was a necessary reconstructive surgery on her thoracic cavity, repairing a punctured lung and four broken ribs. As a precaution, they didn’t want Y/N to be on her own when she woke for at least a few weeks. The Mikaelsons guaranteed they weren’t going anywhere and thanked the doctor’s for helping their dearest friend.

When they entered the room, it was as if none of them could breathe. Y/N was laying gently in the hospital bed, as if she was sleeping, unaware of the fact the bruises and small cuts littered her visible skin. Her eyes were closed, a breathing mask was covering most of her face. Her right hand was heavily bandaged, as was her head and the bandages across her rib cage were slightly visible through the paper hospital gown. There was a cast on her left ankle and her left arm was in a sling across her chest. The heart monitor beeped softly in a timed rhythm. That was the only sound coming from the room, accompanied by a small whirling of her assisted breathing.

“This never should’ve happened.” Hope finally spoke, slowly walking to be closer to Y/N. “We were on the phone when it happened... You were supposed to come through New Orleans next week on your flight home. This isn’t how we were supposed to see each other again.” Hope cried.

Klaus gently comforted his daughter, her hugging him tightly as she cried. Klaus kept his eyes low, careful not to allow his own tears to fall. He was the king of New Orleans, no one could see him cry. Not even his family, his own daughter even.

“Y/N...” Kol had muttered, nearly to himself. All eyes turned to him, surprised he had said anything. Kol hadn’t been able to say her name since she left. “This is my fault... I never should’ve hurt you, never should’ve pushed you away.” He said softly as he sat by her side, placing a hand on her wrist and careful to avoid the bandages. “You were everything to me... Who am I kidding, you still are. I’ve regretted losing you every day since you’ve been gone. Please, Y/N. Just open your eyes, Darling.”

“This isn’t your fault, Brother.” Klaus said, coming around the bedside to kneel down and try to comfort his youngest brother. “Know this, Kol. She was coming here either way, taking this job either way. And while I wish there was something we could do to fix this, Y/N was going to do what she wanted to do at the end of the day.”

“I could’ve helped her, Nik. If I had just-” Kol began to ramble. Klaus quickly pulled his brother into a hug, his own eyes watering even more than before. Hope quickly came to Kol’s side, offering gentle touches of reassurance. Meanwhile, Kol cried silently. His chest shook, his breathing was uneven. Y/N was everything to him, his reason to be better. And there she was, unconscious and unknowing that he was there. “I was supposed to protect her...” He whispered.

“I’m sorry, who are you people?” A male voice spoke. The family broke apart slowly, allowing time for them to regain their composure. They faced the stranger, an average height boy with a typical Los Angeles look. He held a bouquet of flowers and a small jewelry box in his arms.

“I’m Hope, this is my family.” Hope replied, stepping protectively in front of them. “Who are you?”

“I’m Y/N’s boyfriend.” The boy responded. “Wait, Hope? Y/N’s friend of New Orleans?”

“Liam Callen...” Hope said quietly in realization. “You don’t look like Y/N’s type..” She joked for her uncle’s sake.

“How do you... Wait, you’re Hope Mikaelson aren’t you? Which means one of you are the dick that cheated on her.” Liam spoke in a bold tone.

Kol chuckled and stood, any remnants of his pain tucked away behind his now confident and unbothered facade. He crossed the room and examined the boy, and his gifts. He took the flowers and dropped them in the nearby trashcan, ignoring Liam’s protests. He then snatched the box and opened it before shaking his head with a tsk-tsk. He smirked slightly at the boy’s look of annoyance and anger.

“She hates carnations.” Kol shrugged with a smug look, flaunting his knowledge of Y/N and her likes and dislikes. “She’s always been a fan of white roses. And this-” He wiggled the jewelry box. “-looks cheap. Y/N deserves better than this gumball machine bracelet. Besides, she loves silver for her bracelets and rings. Gold is better for earrings and necklaces. Good effort, mate.”

“You must be the cheating dick then.” Liam challenged.

“Well, if you’re really concerned about my dick, you could always-” Kol began before being cut off.

“Who do you think you are, breaking her heart a year ago and then coming here when she’s hurt? Hmm? Think you can swoop in when she’s broken and take advantage of her?” Liam tried to make Kol look bad.

Kol laughed in disbelief and turned to his family. “Can you believe this guy?”

“Uncle Kol, don’t do anything to him. For Y/N.” Hope pleaded.

Kol raised his hands in surrender towards his niece. “I won’t touch him, I swear it.” He turned back to Liam. “Now, it seems you don’t know my dear Y/N, so let me refresh your memory. Y/N had never been broken a day in her life. She is the strongest woman I have ever met and you should consider yourself lucky that she had even looked in your direction. She is beautiful, stubborn, caring, gentle, powerful, smart. She is everything you could ever want.” Kol gushed in anger tossing the cheap jewelery onto a nearby tray.

No one had a clue as to why Kol was fighting with Y/N’s new boyfriend. Kol had a doll waiting back home. There was no reason to be so defensive over his past with Y/N. Besides, he was the one who had given it up all those months ago. But Hope knew. Hope knew that her uncle had never truly been able to let go of Y/N, to move on and fully devote himself to Davina. Hope knew that her uncle was jealous of Liam, which was why she never mentioned him to her uncle before. Hope understood that Y/N had Kol’s entire heart, but Y/N had given hers away to another.

“And yet you still didn’t want her...” Liam said in disgust, pushing past Kol to be by Y/N.

“Listen here, you imbicile.” Kol said angrily, yanking Liam but his shirtfront and throwing him against a nearby wall. “Y/N is all I’ve ever wanted. She has not left my mind, despite her leaving her home. No one will ever compare to her. She is the light in my world, the most beautiful soul I will ever come across. You need to realize how luck you are that she has even looked in your direction. You want to make snide comments because you think that your relationship with her will protect you. I should kick your ass right here.”

“Hope.” You raspy, muffled voice said. Your eyes slowly opened to see Hope and her father sitting anxiously at your bed side. Carefully, you lifted your bandaged hand and pushed the mask off your face, allowing the cold air of the hospital room into your lungs. “Hope, why are you here?” You asked.

“Do you remember what happened?” Klaus asked gently.

“Yeah.” You said, your face scrunching in despair as it all came back to you. “I was talking to Hope on the phone when explosions went off. I hopped the stair railing and got thrown through a window, pretty much.” You summarized. “My whole body hurts.” You admitted, shutting your eyes from the light and taking softer breaths.

“It was pretty bad, Y/N.” Hope said kindly, placing a hand on your leg. “Your leg was broken and your shoulder was dislocated. You got a huge gash on the side of your head and your right hand. Your ribs were broken and punctured your lungs, so they had to do a surgery for that. Plus the minor scrapes and bruises from tumbling.”

“How did you know?” You asked the duo. “Did Liam call? Where is he, by the way?”

“No, Dr. Miller called my dad.” Hope said, pointing to Klaus.

“It was quite quick actually, between you getting off the phone with Hope and getting the call myself. Everyone back home is worried too, Y/N, they just couldn’t make it.”

“No worries. NOLA to LA is a long trip. Were... were you two the only one who came?” You asked, slightly hopeful a certain Mikaelson had joined them.

“Don’t act like you’re better than me, dickwad.” Liam said loudly.

When you looked over to see who he was talking to, you heard your heart monitor falter. The whole world seemed to stop. Kol was across the room, smiling as Liam was pushing his chest, trying to coax a reaction from him.

He was as beautiful as ever. His eyes shone with pride, as if what he ahd just said was extremely clever and true. His hair was tousled and a little longer than you remembered, as if he had been running his hands through it constantly. His arms which seemed a little stronger were crossed, unamused by Liam’s attempts. But what stood out most, was his smile, the smile that was just a little softer than you remembered.

“I don’t have to act like I’m better than you.” He chuckled. “I already am.”

“Don’t be an ass, Kol.” You muttered with a small smile. “Play nice.”

His body froze, tensing when you said his name. Slowly he turned to face you and he looked as if he had just seen a ghost. He quickly came to your side, forgetting everything he was saying to Liam. All he cared about was being with you. Being with the girl who held his entire heart and didn’t even know it.

“You’re okay.” He said in a whisper with a small smile. “Thank God, you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.” You nodded with the same smile. “I’m kind of surprised you’re here, actually.”

“You’re my girl, Y/N.” He shook his head, pulling out the bracelet and placing it in your bandaged hand carefully. “You’ll always be my girl, even if I’m an idiot and I blow it.”

You stared at the silver bangle in your hand, the band that was engraved your name and your favorite rose. For some reason, you wanted to cry. It was so simple yet so sweet. You had mailed it back because it reminded you of Kol but now, now you wanted to keep it because it reminded you of Kol. With Hope’s help, you got it on your wrist where it belonged.

“This always was my favorite...” You said softly.

“Told you.” Kol threw over his shoulder to Liam, who watched the exchange with confused eyes.

“Y/N, he cheated on you! How can you be so nice to him?” Liam exclaimed in confusion.

“Liam, it’s hard to explain. Kol has been a huge part of my life for a long time. It’s different now but he’s still Kol and... I don’t know, that’s just enough I guess.” You tried to reason.

“It’s bullshit, is what it is.” Liam scoffed.

“Really?” Hope said in annoyance. “Don’t talk to her like that.”

“Mind your business, kid.” Liam shot back.

“Watch your tongue before I rip it from your head and feed it to you.” Klaus threatened with an amused smile.

In an act of fear, Liam took a step away from Klaus. “Y/N, you seriously know these people?”

“These people...” You said, looking around at the Mikaelsons. “These people are like family to me. If you don’t like it then, sucks to suck. That’s not going to change anything. I’ve known them longer, and I love them.”

Without another word, Liam left the room. You let out a deep, relatively painful, breath of relief. It was as if you had been hiding this life from him and now it was out in the open. Your real family was here to take care of you until you were one hundred percent. For the next month or so, the three Mikaelsons stayed in your small, two bedroom house that you rented. You and Hope shared your room while the boys stayed in the other room. Liam had decided to stay with his sister in Inglewood until Kol left and you two could talk it over. But it became very clear that you didn’t want to talk it over. Anyone who left because of your past didn’t deserve your future.

#tvd imagine #tvd #the originals #kol mikaelson #vampire diaries imagine #vampire diaries #kol imagine #the vampire diaries #kol mikaelson imagine #kol x reader #to imagine #the originals imagine

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theyrejustadream-away · 5 years

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Angel!Jungkook

Jeon Jungkook ; fluff

i started this a while ago but i’ve been having such a hard time finishing that i decided to just write and finish so enjoy!

Word count: 2968

What’s up my loves

Just finished my last college application and submitted it

And all i have to do now is wait :’)

Mkay back to the topic at hand

Angel JK!I

might do one for all the members because I like the angel/demon concept

*cough* Blood Sweat & Tears era will always be that era

A n y w a y s

Let’s start from the beginning

When he was alive, Jungkook was a normal person

He grew up in a loving family

Got good grades in school

Had great friends around him

At the age of 21, he was happier than most people are during their whole life

But all of that was taken from him by mistake

It was the beginning of December when it happened

The weather was getting colder and that day was one of the coldest so far

So imagine this

Jungkook in a puffy black jacket

Because his mom told him to wear something other than his bomber jacket

With a red scarf and an olive green beanie

The definition of warm

And he’s walking down the street on the way to the bus station because he needs to get to his university somehow

And it’s sort of like everything plays out in slow motion in front of him

Jungkook instinctively reaches out and grabs the man running onto the road to stop him from getting hit by a car

But jungkook was just in the wrong place at the wrong time

The person he tried to save was actually running away from the police for robbing a small convenience store nearby

So once the man felt someone’s arms, he harshly pushed them away and kept running

Instead, jungkook fell into the way of the car

Unfortunately, there was nothing that doctors could do to save him

It was just too late

B U T this is where things take a turn!

You see, the angels above keep track of humans that really stand out

And Jungkook was one of them

His soul was just so pure and bright that they couldn’t bare to see his life end so soon

And although angels can’t just bring people back to life, they can make some accommodations

So they made him an angel instead

Because they know Jungkook’s heart is full of love and he’ll be the perfect guardian angel

So when Jungkook woke up, his body was a little sore and it was a bit too bright than what he’s used to

But nothing like how he imagined being hit by a car would be like

Once he sits up from bed, however, he knows something is off

His body feels lighter and there’s a slight tickle on his back

And then he looks around and he almost passes out

Because there are several people flying around on beautiful wings, carrying trays of food and bandages

They had wings

“Is this heaven?”

“It is, actually”

And this is where Jungkook meets a young angel named Taehyung

“What happened? Did I die? What about my friends, my family? I can’t be dea-”

“Woah woah calm down there, you’re starting to hover”

Jungkook didn’t realize it but the more worked up he became, the more his wings started to beat

Basically Taehyung explains the whole situation - how jungkook died, how and why he got to heaven, and the choice Heaven is willing to give him

Which is: if jungkook decides to stay and keep his memory, he has to become a guardian angel and be randomly assigned to a human and protect them from harm

If he doesn’t stay, then he loses his memory but can still stay in heaven

After being dumped with all that information, jungkook drifts off some place to think about everything

And that’s when it hits him: he’s dead and there was no returning back to the life he had

He just feels so empty because he didn’t have enough time to say goodbye to everyone and he can only imagine how his parents must be feeling to know they lost their son

But he has to make a decision by the end of the day so he sets out to find Taehyung

They became fast friends due to the seemingly small age difference and because Taehyung was very friendly and wasn’t bothered by jungkook’s constant questions

“Can I actually fly? Where’s my halo? Do I have to wear those togas and wreaths around my head too?”

“Yes, you can fly but it also takes a lot of practice. I ran into a billboard when I first started. And this is 2018, we aren’t in Ancient Greece. Why would you wear that stuff? It’s actually really inefficient with the wind whipping past you too, the goal is to help people not scare them by flashing them.”

Jungkook loved his life so much that he couldn’t bear to lose those memories, but he would also need to become a stranger’s protector

He wasn’t sure if he could handle that pressure but he had no other choice

Once he told Taehyung, he was immediately brought to the court of angels who were happy with his decision and already had the perfect person in mind for jungkook to be paired with

I had a lot more background and such but i cut it because it was getting too long :’)

Jungkook received a small tattoo on his inner wrist right after his training

It was a simple pair of angel wings - nothing out of the ordinary if a human were to see it

Now that our favorite angel is officially a guardian angel, he sets off to the human world to find his human

The main goal of an angel is to protect their human for as long as they can, in any way they can

So Jungkook leaves Heaven to find his person on Earth

He prefers human form so as soon as he landed, he hid his wings

Which was quite easy because his little tracking device

It’s basically a watch but instead of telling time it says where your human is

As soon as he entered Earth his watch started beeping because you may or may not be trying to save a small animal you saw trapped in a fence

But that required you to lean against a very unstable plank of wood that was blocking off a deep ditch

And you freed the poor thing!

Also the plank broke and you felt yourself losing your balance and your heart stopped

So did jungkook’s because he saw it all happen in slow motion: your body starting to fall down

His instincts took over and he rushed to your side and pulled your body away from the hole in the ground but also tripped so he ended up falling

Now you were falling - but in the opposite direction you anticipated and also onto a person

“Are you okay? Ohmygod I didn’t know anyone was near-” but before you could finish you saw your savior’s face and everything seemed to freeze and you were suddenly conscious of your heartbeat

You metaphorically and literally fell for him

This boy was breathtaking

And had his arms around you still

He was still a little dazed because he moved way too fast and then suddenly had the breath knocked out of him

“I’m fine, but more importantly are you hurt anywhere?”

Jungkook really didn’t need to lose his job within the first hour

You got up and helped him up as well because you were still embarrassed at the fact that you fell on him

He didn’t get a proper look at you until you helped him up and wow you were really pretty

Jungkook knew that this was bad

Really bad

He can't have a crush on his human

He just needs to suppress the emotions and stay professional

“So, uh, what’s your name? I need to repay my savior somehow” you laughed awkwardly because you didn’t know what to do now since saying thanks and leaving wasn’t enough

After introducing himself, he suddenly finds himself in a ramen shop sitting across from you

One thing lead to another and he just couldn’t say no to your pleading

You were so cute damnit

And hey, what’s the best way to protect you other than becoming your friend??

Right??

A few months later

“Junggoo, are you coming?”

“You really need to stop giving me new nicknames”

“But it suits you!”

Well jungkook really can’t argue when you look so cute calling him that

It also makes his heart flutter a bit when you happily give him a nickname

So he’s been a great guardian angel during the time he’s been on Earth

You find it a little weird that he’s constantly there when you need him

Uh oh, you forget your keys at home?

Surprise!

Jungkookie shows up with them in his hand along with a snack from the cafe nearby

Oh no, you left your notes for a really important class on the bus?

No worries, Junggoo will let you use his!

It’s quite odd how you’ve never seen him on campus

Because you’re sure you would have remembered such a cute face

But having him become a constant in your life is quite pleasant

He’s your knight in shining armor

There is something about him that makes you feel safe and warm

Whenever you see his smile and the way his eyes disappear and he waves you over and gives you a hug

Your heart flutters and you want to kiss the life out of him and hold his hand and just

…

Wait

…..

Friends don’t think that about each other… right?

Oh dear

You have a crush

On j u n g k o o k

The one who saved you from falling and breaking your legs the first time you met

The one who scolds you for not wearing a scarf, as the tip of his nose is red from the cold, and proceeds to wrap you up in his own

You were suddenly surrounded by his cologne and you hid your smile behind his scarf

The same boy that never fails to have your heart skip a beat was also the one who was always there for you

How did you not notice before

But does he feel the same??

Of course he does but you don’t know that

Jungkook is too nervous of the complications that may come if you reject him

Because it’s not like he can leave you alone

He is your guardian angel and just because you reject him doesn’t mean he can request a transfer

If he does, they court will ask why and then he’d have to explain that he let his feelings get in the way and honestly it’s just a mess that he’d rather not deal with

But it isn’t going to stop him from smiling when he sees you run up to him

Or when he hears another nickname

Or when you hug him, lean against him, or just be really touchy with him

That may or may not be due to the fact that you two are linked so your body naturally gravitates towards him

Once, he was staying up late with you while you were studying and you claimed it would only be a short break

It ended up being an hour of you and jungkook on the couch watching whatever was on tv

Eventually you ended up with your head on his lap and he was mindlessly stroking your hair

“Hey jungkookie?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m really happy you’re part of my life. I don’t ever want to lose you, i love you”

And he’s stunned because he doesn’t know what to say

But before he can even answer

He hears snoring and knows you’re out like a light

He takes this opportunity to look at you and his face is feeling really warm and he’s pretty sure he’s blushing

You’re so beautiful

You have a soft glow surrounding you

And he can’t stop the way his heart is doing somersaults in his chest

He really wants to kiss you right now

Your lips look so soft

The way your hair falls has him gently moving it away from your face

Jungkook loves admiring you

And it’s so much easier when he knows you won’t catch him doing it

Having you trust him so much does things to him

The fact that you enjoy being with him makes him feel important

When he was alive, he never really felt like anyone saw him for him

Don’t get him wrong, he’s very thankful for his friends and family

But they were always focused on what he did and his accomplishments

That no one really got to know him and what he enjoyed to do and his hobbies

But when he met you

You really took the time to get to know him

You know his favorite food, what he does when he can’t sleep, how he loves to sing when he thinks no one’s listening

And he’s never met a girl like you

So of course he’s going to take a strong interest in you

Also

You are very very cute

Your little habits whenever you were focused

The way your hair falls when you put it up

Your little snores when you fall asleep on him

The way you look at him when you’re excited

He just wants to hug you and never let go

Thank god you love to cuddle because that is jungkook’s favorite activity

His arm around your shoulder as you snuggle into his side and wow he’s in Heaven

Gosh, he’d do anything you ask him to

You’re also very unpredictable at times

Just when he thinks he knows your next mood

You surprise him

Like right now, for instance

“I, I like you”

“Wha- What? You.. you do?”

Once again you leave him speechless

Of course you were panicking on the inside

“Ohmygod why did I do that? What if he doesn’t like me? What if I screwed this all up?”

“Uh, I’m sorry. I need some time”

He interrupted your internal melt down and left

And now you’re standing outside of the little ramen shop where you took him after he rescued you

It became a little secret you shared and you took him here whenever he was feeling down

But now,, you’re sorta lost

He just left

But he didn’t say no

Which doesn't really help because he didn’t say yes either

You go home and crawl into bed

And just break down

The best thing that’s ever happened to you just walked out

And you can’t help but feel like it was your fault

It’s currently 2am and you’re staring out your window

You stopped crying a while ago, too drained to even continue

Now you’re just thinking about him

His stupid laugh

And stupid bunny smile

He! Is! So! Stupid!

Ugh

It took you all week to gather the courage

Everytime you were about to tell him

You backed out last minute

Confessing is so scary

Ever since you met him though, you’ve been so happy

It was weird

He is just your personal happiness

But if you don’t do confess now, he’d never know how much you liked him

Or how much you wanted to kiss his dumb face

Or hold his hand when it gets cold

Or take dumb selfies and make it your lockscreen and tell the whole world that jeon jungkook was yours!!!!

But apparently you were wrong

“kookie,, i miss you. I’m sorry. Please come back to me”

You could feel the tears coming back

You suddenly remember that crying sucks

All of a sudden there was a flash of white in your room

And there was jungkook…?

With wings..?

Huh

Were you so sad that you ended up hallucinating?

Is that possible?

“Don’t be sorry, i should be the one apologizing for making you cry angel”

He spent a few days in Heaven

Time is different there, it’s much faster. A few hours to you was a few days for him

Jungkook thought about a lot while he was away

But it never crossed his mind that you were suffering

I guess leaving just like that may not have been the smartest idea

But something in his heart felt wrong and he immediately came to check on you

When he saw you in bed with tears in your eyes and crumpled tissues surrounding your bed, a part of his heart broke

As a guardian angel, its his job to make sure you aren’t sad

And he clearly failed

Because he made you cry

He immediately hid his wings and rushed to your side

He cupped your face, wiping away the tears with his thumbs

“Angel, don’t cry please” he cooed “Please, for me?”

“Wh-what are you doing here? And how’d you do that?”

Jungkook decides there is no way for him to get out of this one

So he sits on the side of your bed and gasps quietly when you move over and pat the space next to you

Which is he how he ends up under your covers and you were cuddling him and he was petting your head as he explained everything

From how he became an angel and how he was your guardian angel and how he feels about you

“Yknow, i had a crush on you ever since i caught you the first time i met you”

“So i guess you were the one who fell for me?”

“...you’re lucky i like you because that was terrible”

You fall asleep with jungkook’s arms around you and a warmth inside of you because your guardian angel really is yours now

ah im soft hehe ; ALSO HAPPY NEW YEAR!

#jungkook #bts #jungkook fluff #bts fluff #bts jungkook #bangtan #jeon jungkook #jeongguk #jungkook bts #angel

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saidbyes-blog · 5 years

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( FRIEND OF GRANT'S ) ebony harrison ( 24 / she/they ): demigirl & friends who seemingly clicked despite emotional distance, and acquaintance of mallory's. ( nina nesbitt ) ( PACE / 20+ / SHE/HER )

hello ! so, i’m typing this up straight after acceptance ( lmao, talk about eager ) so hopefully anything i inevitably forget, i can add between now and when this’ll actually be posted, so you actually have some decent info to work with ! but i’m pace ( which is obviously an alias but,,,, pls just call me pace ! ) and my pronouns are she/her ! and moving on to the one you actually wanna know about...

—– ❀ okay, so !! as you can see above, ebony is a friend of grant’s ! on the surface, they seem to just ‘get’ eachother, but of course ebony is completely oblivious to who he really is and what he’s capable of. however, because ebony isn’t the most open and uhh,,, Not-Closed-Off as people, it kind of works ? in a,,,, neither of them ask too many questions kind of way ? it’s mutual, y’know ?she kind of sees him as a guy who’s Not Like The Other Guys ( while lowkey a voice in the back of her head is like ALL GUYS ARE LIKE THE OTHER GUYS ) and they just seem to Understand eachother. but ebony can be a sceptical little fuck, and she’s generally just Wary in general sometimes, but she also wants to believe that some people are good and their intentions are as they seem and it’s Pure. even if she EVER got creepy vibes from grant, she’d either be like CREEP EVIL NASTY BYE SEE YA or convince herself she’s making it up because of relationships with people in the past. but ofc, the worst part is that he’s never given her any reason to think grant is anything but just a nice, charming guy who’s maybe a little pretentious and quiet but that’s basically the worst thing about him, and if it were to happen now, she’s in too deep for it to be a red flag. yoikes. but we all know that to everyone else he just looks like a,,, Nice Guy. either way, he’s a friend, and their lack of actually being as close as they may seem isn’t that weird for her ( which i shall explain in a different bullet point bc this is long ! )

—– ❀ she isn’t a complete plum, and won’t turn a blind eye forever, but in the recent months/so far, she’s come to grant’s defence, thinking that anybody who’s pointed the finger at him is a) unoriginal and b) has clearly never met him. she thinks it’s cruel and unnecessary. like, her pov is that he lost his girlfriend, who told the story of what happened/was going to happen to her, and it’s as simple as that, in a ‘why would mallory write about that otherwise’ kind of way. she’s applying logic to it and i’m like oh,,, honey,,, you sweet summer child,,, plus, grant’s manipulative ass is looking all kinds of charming and innocent and whatever. HOWEVER, things slowly unfolding and eventually ebony beginning to question things ! yes pls ! internal conflict !

—– ❀ however, ebony also briefly vaguely knew mallory ! she attended a few of her yoga classes ages ago, and it’s a complete coincidence that ebony knew the both of them. if/when grant ever mentioned mallory to ebony, the name wouldn’t have clicked, and since she never met her outside of the classes, it took her a while to click why mallory looked so familiar when everything blew up after her death. it kind of weirds her out that someone she knew was murdered, and that it never clicked that Grant’s Girlfriend was the one who taught those yoga classes, but it’s just a complete coincidence !

—– ❀ TW FOR ABUSE MENTION: ebony hasn’t read the book, and doesn’t plan on it. she might one day if she’s feeling impulsive and self destructive, but because of the subject matter, she’s avoiding it. it had nothing to do with being grant’s friend ( even though most people would probably question if it’s the Moral and Ethical thing to do, that doesn’t even cross her mind -- she’s not the most moral of people tbh ) and has more to do with the fact that she’s been in an abusive relationship in the past, herself, and she’s just like............nope. ( / end of tw ! )

—– ❀ she didn’t grow up in new york, and has only called it home for for a few years. but she also travels a lot, and is very flaky, and can disappear for periods of time just to show up announced a few weeks later. it’s not weird for her to drop off the grid for a bit ( sounds safe, ebs ) and it’s not weird for her to ditch social circles and local hangouts in general and just ghost, and she’s also lived in several different states across the country. she cannot commit to anything ever, including places. it’s actually odd that she’s been in new york for so long, but she loves the energy and the spirit of the city. and it’s massive so if she tires of a certain spot, she can drift elsewhere ! plus.........plot convenience.

—– ❀ sometimes she might feel a little out of place tbh ! she’s not an academic and she definitely didn’t come from money, and doesn’t have an abundance of it now, either. she’s a bartender, as that’s always her job when i play her lmao, but i might give her another too but i’m still flipping back and forth so..... tbd !

—– ❀ TW FOR DEATH: a bit of background: she was born in california to amelia robinson & david harrison, a young couple who hadn’t been together all that long when they found out they were expecting, but were madly in love nonetheless. david was completely devoted to his daughter, but he sadly died when she was seven. after his death, some hard truths to swallow came out about him, and her already distraught mother was even more heartbroken. life was pretty rough after his death and her mother couldn’t really cope anymore and became someone that ebs ended up not really recognising, and she became kind of cruel. she’s since forgiven her mother for who she became and therefore how she then treated her daughter, but they’re not close. ebony left cali for a few years after turning seventeen, and when she returned at twenty, she found her father’s broken watch, which she sometimes still wears now. it looks out of place on her thin wrist, especially since the damn thing doesn’t work, but she likes it nonetheless and refuses to get it fixed. in ways like that, she can be,,, a little pretentious ( again, why her friendship with grant works ) and while we’re on the subject of that..... ( / tw ends ! )

—– ❀ her personality is a little messy. she can be very........difficult ? especially as a friend ? though she’s kind-hearted and forgiving and can be very gentle, she’s also temperamental and vague and selfish. she doesn’t mean to be selfish, but she just is. it’s,,, probably infuriating to some people ? as well as the fact that she’s very easily misunderstood due to being hard to understand. yet she also doesn’t like people making the effort to try and understand. yet also wants someone in her life who does understand her. like.........she wants something, but won’t let anybody make the steps to get the thing she wants ? like.............jfc, ebs. she also cannot deal with anything, and it’s not uncommon for somebody to think that everything is going fine and they’re getting on with her great, but then shit hits the fan and the real things happen and she’s like !!! bye !!! so, again, she’s a bit of a flight risk right now. bc like...... well, a murder’s a pretty big thing, my dudes. but also, in her mind, one of her friends is going through some Big Stuff what with his girlfriend being “murdered by her ex” so although most people would be like “gosh golly i should be there for him” there’s a part of ebony that’s like “cannot............deal...............want.......................to yeet.........” but because it’s his Trauma to deal with, it’s easier for her to stay. for example, if something happened between herself and grant that was mutual ( no matter what it was ) that caused angst, that’d be more of a reason for her to Yeet because it directly effects her ? if that at all makes sense ?

—– ❀ quick thing about gender and pronouns !! gender is messy and complicated ( to her ) and she accepted that long ago, but she identifies as a demigirl. her pronouns are she/her, HOWEVER she really appreciates when people use they/them when she hasn’t explicitly stated her pronouns to somebody. she just ,,, thinks it’s the respectful thing to do, but it also makes her feel Valid. she mostly identifies with the gender she was assigned at birth, and tends to present very femininely, but that doesn’t make her any less nb, y’know ? and she doesn’t like people,,, forgetting that she’s Not A Woman ? a lot of the time she’s worried people won’t see her as being nb and even her nb friends she’s sometimes convinced will just forget she’s Not A Woman ?? however, she’s okay with sometimes being referred to as a girl, but always on her own terms. like.......her mobile header literally says ‘sad girls club’ but like..... on her own terms, y’know ? so tldr: if we could pls refrain from referring to her as like ‘the woman’ or ‘the girl’ in threads, that’d be greatly appreciated !

—– ❀ some extras if you want to see/read more about the goblin: stats, playlist, pinterest, aesthetic, old drabbles*, old about/drabble. she doesn’t have a full bio, as the last one i wrote ended up being over 7k words and honestly.........who has the time

* if you click this one, please be aware that trigger warnings apply for abuse, as well as vague/tiny mentions of pregnancy.

extra connections !!! if u want !!!! idk !!!

—– ❀ friends from out of town ! if anybody is from anywhere else in the u.s outside of ny, or they spent a lot of time somewhere else, they totally could’ve known eachother a few years ago. bc ebony has lived in several different places, i can probably wiggle things around and make it work no matter what state they’ve lived in !

—– ❀ friends ! as you might’ve gathered from the rest of the intro, ebony can be a little Difficult, but she’s still kind at heart, and can be soft, and thoughtful ! so, friends that have no problem with her, friends who call her out on her bullshit, friends who she’s ditched in the past, friends she parties with, friends who have tried to Fix her, friends she trusts more than most, etc etc ! as the great sutton foster once said, anything goes !

—– ❀ fwb/hook-ups/flings/exes ! whether they’re things of the past or kind of ongoing, it’s pretty open ! ebony likes people of any and all genders, and ( not dissimilar to mallory, actually ! ) has no problems spreading her love around. which is basically the beating-around-the-bush way of saying she has a lot of sex with a lot of people, and i support her ( ... eh, when it’s healthy ) but one night stands, friends that have no problem keeping things causal, people she dated for a while, something that started casual but Feelings happened and it’s messy, all kinds of stuff is good to go !

—– ❀ people who were also in the yoga classes mallory taught at the time ! it would’ve been a while ago but if the Yoga Peoples would’ve been there back in the day too then perfect !

—– ❀ grant’s other friends ! people who met through grant ! we all have that friend we met through a mutual murderer, right ? or someone who eb met through grant and they can’t fucking stand eachother ? someone she met through grant but then shagged and now it’s awkward ? people who were actually friends with eachother first and one of them introduced grant to the other ? people who she only met at mallory’s funeral bc they were both there to support their murderous pal ? having the two of ‘em meet unrelated and then find out casually like oh shit u know my good bitch grant ? wild ! all kinds of shit !

—– ❀ roommates ! what are the realistic chances of a group of roomies all knowing either the gal who got murdered or her boyfriend ? slim as fuck but plot convenience !! maybe two or three roomies ? ny’s expensive and ebony isn’t a rich gal !

—– ❀ tbh though i also really love just.......... throwing the characters into a situation and seeing how things go, and having people meet for the first time and stuff, but i also love pre-plotted and intenser stuff, and messy/complicated plots work really well with eb ! i love all kinds of things, i’m down for w/e. while we’re on connections though, i tend to suck with plotting and i’m sometimes a little slow with ims, but i just want to make that Known so it’s not taken personally or anybody thinks i’m not interested anymore or anything ! i’m definitely replying, i promise !

okay so if you read all of this, you’re a saint and greatly appreciated ! apologies for the rambling ! feel free to drop by if you’d like to plot or anything like that ! ps. pls enjoy the fact that i scheduled this while watching the ted bundy thing on netflix, bc it tickled me. bit too fitting huh lads.

#minehqintro #❀ — ʜᴏᴡ ɢᴏᴅᴅᴀᴍɴ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ɪ ᴀᴍ ﹙ooc.﹚#so fun fact i had this scheduled bc i was p sure i wasn't gonna be around #and yet.......here i am......#available for posting in Real Time #HELLOOOO

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request ; Ur fics are so good??!! Like theyre so cute really. Could u do an oak fic bc there's not enough. Idrc what it's abt. Thanks!

by anonymous

pairing ; oak x reader

words ; 2320

summary ; he gave her some of him. she broke him. he gave you everything. you fixed him.

warnings ; mentions of cheating; depressed!oak; breakups

note ; ok ok ok i wasn’t sure this made sense at first, so i had to ask jo, and she said it was good, buuuut i’m not positive. lemme know what you guys think!

A broken boy.

That’s who he was. Just out of a relationship that meant the world to him. He still loved that girl, but what she did shattered everything he was. He trusted her, so much so that he gave nearly all he had in himself, and he dated her for two years. But then she turned around and decided that his love wasn’t enough, deciding she needed someone else’s love to satisfy her sadistic needs.

A girl who loved him.

She loved him before he love the girl who broke him. But she stayed in the background, stayed out of his heart. Then, the girl came around, and y/n, the girl in love with the boy, had never felt more alone. After those two years, complete with two good-for-nothing boyfriends and getting through a debuting Broadway show with that boy, she never fell out of love with him. She just couldn’t help herself.

A story to always remember.

Once Oak, the broken boy, was out of that relationship, he shut down. He no longer laughed at Diggs’, a friend and fellow star, stupid jokes, or one of his many other co-stars, Lin’s childish nature. He didn't smile on final bows, and Hercules Mulligan, a character he portrayed, lacked his usual enthusiasm. And most of all, he shut everyone out. Even y/n, the girl he’d come to be best friends with in the last few years.

Oak wasn’t Oak, and without him, y/n couldn’t be y/n. Without him, she was just wandering throughout her day aimlessly. But that’s not to say she didn’t smile, and that’s not to say she didn’t laugh when ANthony danced around like a drunken teenager on the stage of the Richard Rogers’ theatre. But she wasn’t fully there, and everyone knew it. They knew that Oak and y/n needed each other to thrive, and when one fell away, the other was lost.

And one day in particular had started out no different. Oak, well, he didn’t show up, and his understudy had to take over for him. Oak not showing worried everyone, but it terrified his best friend. At first, she was just going to leave him be, let him rest today, but her gut was telling her that three months should’ve been enough time to cope, and three months should’ve marked a day that you finally spoke to your friends – especially your best friend – about how it, how you, felt.

So after staring at herself in the mirror for five minutes, she decided to let Lin know she wouldn’t be there for the shows that were scheduled that night, to which he knowingly nodded and let her go with a soft, “good luck” smile.

Once out of the theatre, she noticed the streets were filled with people getting along with their lives. It only made her wonder, for just a moment, if anyone else was in this period of their life – either playing the role of the best friend in love with the one they trust the most, or the one who's broken heart was caused by the one they trusted seemingly too much. Surely someone else knew how it that felt – not that it truly mattered, either way.

At that moment in time, as she stepped up to the door to his apartment, the rest of the world faded away, and the only two people on Earth were y/n and Oak, and their being separated by a dead-bolted barrier. Giving three quick raps against Oak’s door, she waited for him to open the boundary. She shifted her weight between each foot, tucking her hands in her pockets and looking down at her pants, as if they were suddenly the most interesting things in the world.

Then she began to wonder if maybe she should’ve gotten coffee, or tea, or hot cocoa, or something for him, and she felt her mind beginning to think she was dumb to not stop for something as simple as a calming beverage. But then Oak opened the door, and her thoughts went from self-deprecation to worrying about the state of the tall, dark-skinned boy in front of her.

“Oak,” she whispered, looking over his face. The boy looked… he looked tired. His eyes were red, under eye bags more than evident; his lips were puffy, as well as his cheeks, but you couldn’t tell if it was because he was crying or sleeping, or both; his whole posture had a slouch and the poor guy didn’t even remember to put a shirt on to answer the door.

“Hi,” he said, his voice scratchy. He moved away from the door, opening it up a little to invite her in. It took two steps until she was in his apartment, clad in sweatpants and an old t-shirt, and it would’ve looked like they were a couple and she had just gone out to pick up something while he slept.

But that wasn’t the case.

Once he locked the door, she stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her face into the space between his collarbone and trapezius muscle. He had to bend a little, but otherwise, he pressed his face against her shoulder and wrapped her in his embrace. It had been so long since they had hugged; since they had touched in a way that wasn’t staged or brushing against each other.

Frankly, Oak felt deprived of his best friend. And right now, it was like he was relapsing, because her touch was like a drug that he couldn’t get over – he couldn’t recover from it. He inhaled, and his eyes watered, and all of a sudden, he was crying and unintentionally lifting her up with his height. Though, she took the unintentional invitation and wrapped her legs around his waist, letting him walk her to his bedroom, still crying, still broken, still deprived.

Her warm hands went from his back to his head, pressing into his short hair and trying to comfort him as much as possible. She was whispering sweet nothings into his neck, knowing he was probably too distracted to know what she was saying (he wasn’t; he heard it all, and it helped – god did it help). He pulled away from y/n’s embrace, just for a second, to make sure that when he went down on his bed, he didn’t hurt her.

Lying down on his back softly, he let her sit on his stomach, staring down at him with utmost care in her eyes. “Oak,” she whispered, and Oak could feel his heart start to race, “you know…” She started to tear up, looking away and squeezing her eyes shut before looking at him again, “You know I love you right? And I care– I worry about you?”

He nodded, remaining silent. His heart was beating so loud in his ears, and he couldn’t tell if he was going to let out a sob or smile or sigh or heave, or if he was going to suddenly die because Jesus, he loved seeing her like that.

Sitting there, in lazy clothes, his hands on her hips, and the words I love you leaving her lips. And for a moment, he forgot about the girl he dated; he forgot about the one that shattered his heart and left him broken and alone and cold. And maybe there’s a saving grace for him, and maybe there’s someone up there listening to his prayers because in this split second, he’s completely at peace; he isn’t thinking about her, he’s thinking about y/n.

“I just need you to keep that in mind, Okieriete,” she whispered, saying his first name almost as if it were just second nature, “I am here, you don’t have to close yourself out, you don’t have to shut yourself away.”

Oak nodded, sniffling and sitting up. She shifted on his lap, but his hands didn’t let her hips go, and to her, it was like he was holding on to her as if she was the only thing keeping him tethered to the planet, keeping him from floating away or disappearing. “It just… she broke me, y/n,” he admitted, “she hurt me and I couldn’t– I didn’t want this to happen, I didn’t mean for any of this to happen, but now it has and I can’t– y/n, I’m terrified–”

Oak stopped himself, looking at her almost helplessly; his dark brown eyes were shining with tears, and his lips were quivering, his eyebrows were furrowed and his chest was heaving and she’d never seen a man– anyone, for that matter, so helpless, so in need of fixing.

Cupping his face, she wiped the tears from his cheeks and pressed her forehead against his. She could feel his hot, labored breaths on her face, but she didn’t care. She could feel his grip tightening, his hands moving up, but she didn’t care. He was sitting broken in front of her, completely vulnerable and helpless and that, that was the only thing she cared about.

“You’ve got me, I’m here,” she closed her eyes, her thumb moving mindlessly across his cheekbone. “Just breathe, listen to my voice and breathe,” she waited to feel his forehead move against her own before continuing, “you’re okay. She’s not around anymore. She won’t be back.”

Warm tears fell on the tips of her thumbs, and her eyes opened to see that Oak was crying again, but it wasn’t as bad as before. Pulling his head up, she watched as he opened eyes. They were still glistening with tears, and they were still sad, but they weren’t as lost, and they weren’t as helpless.

All Oak could feel was safety; safety in her hands, safety by holding her to him, safety by looking in her eyes and seeing hope. Maybe he could recover, maybe he could leave that girl behind him and focus on the one right in front of him. He was scared, though. He was scared that if he trusted her too much, she would do the same thing the last one did.

But she wasn’t like that, was she? Y/n wasn’t like that; she loved him, she trusted him with her life, so why couldn’t he trust her with his heart?

The girl in front of him leaned forward and kissed Oak’s forehead, letting her lips linger for a moment. When she pulled away, she noticed that his tears had stopped falling, and the only ones left were the runaways or the ones that had already been shed, but hadn’t left his cheeks. Wiping them away, she offered him a smile, her own teary eyes reflecting the hope she had for him.

He looked at her, his lips slightly parted, and his eyebrows furrowed. He was hyper-aware of her cool fingertips on his chest, and the hair that was falling in her eyes, and the tingling of his forehead where she had planted her lips. And her lips – they felt so soft, so inviting, and he wanted them against his own so badly.

No, scratch that. He needed them against his own.

With an urge he couldn’t explain with any other words except pure need, he went forward and pressed his lips to hers. He was kissing her; his lips had captured her top lip and he could feel her lower lip moving against the bottom of his own and he didn’t want it to stop. The feeling was that of heaven, and the taste on his lips was that of the chap-stick she always used.

He wasn’t giving her nearly all of him; he wasn’t half-assing anything. He felt his whole being molding into hers, and she could feel the warmth of his chest seeping through the worn cloth of her t-shirt. Their hot breath mingled, and Oak’s hands were gripping her sides with the most love, passion, and desperation he had in him.

He couldn’t get his mind to do anything except think about her. Her lips, her skin, her shirt, her pants, her on his lap, her hair, her body. Everything about y/n was flowing through his mind all at once and if he weren’t kissing her right now, and if he weren’t holding her, and if he couldn’t feel her body against his, he probably would’ve screamed.

So instead of screaming, he groaned. And she could feel the vibration of his groan on her lips. And she didn’t want it to stop. She was warm all over and she couldn’t think of anything but him. His lips, his skin, his chest, his abs, his arms, his hands on her hips. Just. Oak.

It was pure bliss.

And when they finally pulled away, Oak still had labored breaths, but he wasn’t thinking about his ex. He wasn’t thinking about his broken heart. Y/n wasn’t thinking about his ex. She wasn’t thinking about his broken heart. She was thinking about him. He was thinking about her.

“I love you,” she said. It meant so much more, so so so much more.

“Goddammit, I love you too,” he told her. His eyes trailed about her face, darting between her beautiful e/c irises and her soft lips. He kissed her again, and then he said, “I don’t– I won’t hurt you. I want to trust you. Can I?”

She looked at him, direct eye-contact, “I trust you. I love you. I will never hurt you, so help me God. You’re my everything, Okieriete Onaodowan. My Everything.”

That was all he needed. He was wholly invested in this angel. He was giving her everything he had. He pulled her against his chest, closed his eyes, and just let it sink in.

He was in love with his best friend. He trusted her more than anything.

#okieriete onaodowan #okieriete onaodowan x reader #hamilton #hamilton imagine #hamilton x reader

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