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xenizaation · 2 years

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the baseball club

Warning! Sexual content ahead! Minors please do not interact!

pairing: fem! reader x ateez

genre: sitcom? , high school! au, smut

word count: 5.2k

warnings: explicit language, mentions of violence, choking, protected sex, exhibitionism.

a/n: this chapter is completely scandalous and i admit i have no shame and yeah i know it's a mess and honestly i can't wait to finish this series and all that taken in consideration, i still love writing for it, and why do i use 'and' so much????? anyway guys, i hope you enjoy! stay safe! xoxo

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there was no way in hell you could misread someone this badly, right?

mingi was a stranger, and that definitely made you overlook the things you knew about him when you asked yourself certain things about what he did, but there was no way he was a criminal.

'the new guy stabbed someone at his previous school, can you believe it?' a text followed by a link to an article on a sketchy site about mingi stabbing a teacher in a messy altercation which resulted in him being expelled coincidentally posted right when he transferred to your school.

that had to be fake and turns out it was when you looked more closely, but still, people couldn't get the rumor out of their mouths. the rumor that gave shivers down your spine made your peers talk about it with such joy that it actually disgusted you in some kind of way. how they were happy they found out the 'truth' and not worried that if it was actually true, a person actually got hurt. people were so easy to be tricked and so thirsty for an answer, that they didn't even bother to question it for a lie.

when you got to school, everyone was still talking about it, even though you patiently explained in multiple group chats how the article was fake, and you shouldn't spread rumors that are actually grave accusations. it was safe to say that you didn't want to be in mingi's shoes.

as you sat in your usual place, you started to doubt that he'll even show up but you were snapped back to reality when you felt the chair next to you being pulled. mingi seemed as relaxed as ever, sitting on his chair and stretching out his legs after greeting you. you watched him taking out his book from his bag and placing it gently on the desk.

"you ok?" you ask the silver-haired boy, a bit of concern lying behind your words.

he looks at you with wide eyes and lips held in a tight pout as he tries to figure out what you're asking him.

"ooooh," mingi exclaims, his features dissolving into a relieved expression as he realizes. didn't the whole thing affect him at all? you were sure that he'd seen the link spreading out in the school forums and completely certain that he heard at least one person talking about how 'he is a criminal and should be locked up in jail' in the hallways like you did. "you mean the article?"

you nod.

"yeah, just the jerks at my old school messing with me."

you nod again, looking into his eyes. it could be a lie, everything he says, but you don't believe it is.

"don't you think i'm a criminal?" he questions as he leans closer to you and pokes at your ribs with a long index finger.

"no," you laugh in response. "i actually know you a bit better than any of these people do." you add, elbowing him back in his arm jokingly.

if you didn't know better you'd say he looks relieved to hear that coming from you. the only other person that knows him is yeosang, and he decided today (of all freaking days) to not show up on time for moral support.

"i wonder how long this is gonna circle around..." he says as he plays with his fingers on the sturdy surface of the desk in front of him.

"a couple of days at best, they'll find something spicier when this starts to die down." you inform your friend of the usual endeavors in your high school.

maybe this was a good time to talk to him about the clubs and inform him that he was in high demand for the people leading them. now, more than ever, mingi would need a supportive community so the gossip won't get to him, and you weren't enough to help him.

but right when you open your mouth, you get distracted by the wave of students coming into the classroom, all led by the blue-eyed girl who desperately wanted you to have an opinion about mingi and yeosang's relationship status, who is holding a phone out and coming with determined footsteps towards the two of you.

"hey, new guy! is it true? did you really stab someone?" she asks in an annoying tone that almost becomes a shout towards the end, pointing the phone towards mingi. everyone was looking at the both of you, whispering to each other things that you already heard in the hallways, most probably.

"guys, come on, you saw it's fake news!" you say, trying to remove the spotlight from your desk mate, and not necessarily point it towards yourself, but on the subject discussed.

"even if it is, what did you do to make someone come up with such a lie about you, huh?" she asks him again and you're sure you feel how uncomfortable mingi is just by looking at him.

if there's one thing you could never allow, that was bullying. and the blonde girl in front of you sure wasn't far from being an aggressor if she kept acting like that.

"holy fuck, can you let him be?" you say, throwing your arms out as you rise up from your seat.

the way almost all of your mates have been only rude and kept focusing on every other thing about mingi but welcoming him since he came really started to get on your nerves. you weren't one to lash out, especially with the status you so much struggled to maintain all this time, but you weren't one to shut up when someone was wronged either.

"not until he tells us what got him expelled," she says again, in a n even more high pitched tone that makes everyone in the room silent and focused on mingi and on what he has to say.

you feel fury burning in the depth of your stomach as you look at the annoying girl and you realize that the day has come when you finally have to beat a bitch up.

"that's none of your business." a solemn voice can be heard behind of all the people gathered at the door.

well, the motherfucker was on time after all.

"can y'all get to classes before we have some problems over here?" yeosang says calmly as he strolls through the crowd towards his seat.

there are people who roll their eyes, who sigh because nothing interesting ended up happening, but you? you are grateful. and you never thought you'd be grateful for kang yeosang showing up.

"do you think anyone else is gonna come?"

no, was the short honest answer. but you couldn't do that to the poor boy you just met two months ago, the one no one talked to but still invited everyone to his party when his parents weren't home.

"yeah," you told yeosang, looking around the room and studying every decoration in his house. his parents were filthy rich and even though you couldn't tell from his behavior, you could tell as soon as you saw the outside of the house. "but even if they don't, we can have some fun together."

the first year of high school was hard for everyone and having a party where no one showed up definitely didn't help, so you were certainly not going to leave him all on his own.

"uhmm, i'm gay." yeosang murmured as he looked you in the eyes with concern.

you couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"dude, i know! not that kind of fun." you said as you continued to mock him for thinking you were insinuating something different.

you and yeosang simply clicked. maybe it was because you did make-up on each other's faces or maybe it was all the crying over the most romantic, tragic movies you could and find turning the party into a sleepover, but from that moment yeosang remained the only friend you would intentionally see outside of school or other gatherings like parties people threw. the only one who asked you how you feel and the only one who cared enough to actually listen to the answer.

"thanks for showing up." he said the next day, smiling brightly as he walked you to the door before you left.

the memory makes you smile as you walk down the hallway at the end of the day, going once again through everything that happened today and not being able to stop your mind from associating your gratefulness with yeosang's. you should be even now, had he shown up a second later, you would now be in detention with a fistful of that annoying little brat's hair and not on your way home.

"y/n!" a specific shout of your name that instantly makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

talking of annoying little brats.

"wooyoung!" you greet as you turn on your heels to meet the boy's gaze. your sarcastic tone makes it hard for any joy to be detected behind your words "i see you're still alive and well."

of course, he is. satan can never die.

"it's good to see you too." the way his lips are curled on his face tells you anything but this.

you trace your steps back until you come to face wooyoung, a tad bit taller than you, but sure acting like he's way higher than you, and not only in height.

you forgot how many times you actually verbally sparred with the guy. on how many occasions did he leave you so stupefied with his takes on matters that you just couldn't help but go off on him. his way of being a pompous ass who acted like he knew everything scratched you in such a wrong way that you sometimes couldn't help but just shout at him from across the classroom when he would have an idiotic monologue.

of course, the first few times wooyoung pissed you off and you snapped back at him, people were shocked. but with time, it turned into such frequent encounters that everyone sort of got used to them. people weren't really taking sides, but you knew you were speaking for more than yourself whenever you engaged into an argument with wooyoung.

you also knew that he wasn't such a bad guy. was he as dumb as a donkey sometimes? sure. but he didn't always act like that. he always took care of his teammates after every game, and even if you won't admit it, he was good at baseball. still, that wasn't enough for you to turn a blind eye on his side commentaries every now and then.

"so, what have you been up to?" wooyoung asks as he leans back on the wall next to the door of the boy's locker room.

you raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. he never showed any interest in you or what you did, so there was definitely a hidden motive for his question.

"what do you care?"

"oh, come on, i'm trying to mend our relationship over here. can't we be friends for once?" the way he coats his lies in a sweet tone almost makes you believe him. you huff before starting a quiet chuckle and right when you part your lips to throw a not-so-kind-word towards wooyoung, the door opens and san captivates both of your attention.

he lays eyes on you first, a look you didn't quite see on him and if you didn't know better, you'd say that he missed you. he scans wooyoung next, and then you again, and then he leans his head to the right.

"did i barge in on something?" he asks curiously.

san was well aware of the relationship between you and his best friend. part of why he never told him of the affairs that happened in between the two of you a few months back. 'what would wooyoung say if i told him i'm fucking his mortal enemy?' made you laugh and feel even more excited for keeping things flowing. the best part was that he was right, you were fucking the best friend of the closest person you could name your rival- of course, in the most superficial way possible. you only liked adding this overly-dramatic veil to a high school feud based on how you simply annoyed each other.

"well, you actually barged out o-"

"no." you interrupt wooyoung who shoots you a displeased look. you add one small victory to the other ones. "get to the point, jung."

wooyoung sighs as he rolls his eyes and shakes his head looking at san. they make eye contact for a brief moment before san looks down at his gym back, zipping it up.

"your boyfriend must be so happy."

just as quick as his hand zipped the bag up, san's gaze shoots up at you, a slight crease forming in between his eyebrows. honestly, wooyoung caught you a bit off guard. of course, you put on a confused look but there was more to it. did he talk about yunho? did he somehow see you two yesterday? was that why he was so cocky about talking to you today?

"oh wait, i forgot he's playing for my league." wooyoung adds before breaking into a short laugh.

mingi. of course he was talking about mingi. thank god he was talking about mingi.

or not. why does everyone keep talking about mingi?

"let me guess, you want him to join your club and since i'm such good friends with him, i should be the one to let him know, right?" you ask on an ironic tone. it's getting tiring for all these people to ask you to sway mingi on their side instead of doing it themselves.

"exactly. and i know that the rest of the clubs asked this of you already but..." he takes a break as he straightens his back, throwing an arm over san's wide shoulders and pulling him closer. "maybe we could persuade you," and his voice comes out like one from a movie. an erotic one, more precisely. "and you can convince him to join our club instead."

his look is almost like he knows what you and san did over the summer, but you know he doesn't. you and san promised you'd keep it secret, and if wooyoung knew, he would definitely be straightforward about it.

still, you huff in amusement at his insinuation.

"did it hurt?" you ask the shorter boy.

"when i fell from heaven?" he asks back, a twisted smirk staining his face.

"no. when the nurse dropped you on your fucking head after birth." you answer and take great pride in how his smile drops entirely, leaving him to stare blankly at you. "you're an idiot if you think i have any say in his decision."

did he even read the fake article? did he want mingi on his side because he read it and thought it was true? wooyoung seemed like the kind of guy who would want to keep those kinds of people close just for the fun of it.

"jeez, you don't have to be a bitch about it. just say you don't have the intelligence necessary to convince someone to do something and we'll stop here." he dismisses with a flick of a hand.

you slap his palm away from where it twists in front of your face.

"i'm not his fucking mom."

"yeah, i figured. you seem like you have other kinks." he teases.

you instinctively look over to san, who barely manages to contain his smirk after hearing his friend's words. you'd like to think that he's amused of the fact that he actually knows some of your kinks and not because what wooyoung said is funny in any way. he was quiet this whole time, only spectating to the exchange of words in between you and wooyoung, something he usually did, so it wasn't strange. san said more with his body than he did with his words.

"is your goal in life to annoy me?" you direct your attention to wooyoung yet again.

"no, my goal in life is to exceed everyone's expectations of me." he says, puffing his chest with pride like he said the wisest thing since aristotle last walked the earth.

"then, congratulations! you achieved it!" you say with the fakest happy tone. "i never thought you could ever be more fucking annoying than you already were."

at this point, you were sure you could see the veins on his neck popping out as he struggled to pick the words for a comeback. it didn't happen though, and as san leaned over to his ear and whispered something, the fire in his eyes seemed to dull down and his shoulders became more relaxed.

"you got me this time, y/n." he admits. unusual for him to back out of a fight so easily. you frown and smile at the same time as he starts stepping away, leaving you and san facing each other as both of you watch the boy stroll down the hallway.

strange how wooyoung was the biggest manipulator you knew, and yet was so easily manipulated by san. you couldn't blame him though, you let yourself swayed by san's words more times than you'd admit out loud.

"can i have a word?" san's soft voice steals your attention from wooyoung, farther away with each step. you nod and he opens the door to the locker room, inviting you in. you hesitate for a bit, looking around the empty hallway before entering. he follows in your footsteps closely, closing the door after him.

"look, i really am sick of talking about min..."

"oh, i don't give a shit about that." san interrupts as he takes a seat on the nearest bench. "saw you with yunho yesterday."

you try to keep the horror from showing on your face as one of your hands shoots to move on strand of hair from your face. when exactly did he see you with yunho?

there were two options and one of them was wrong.

"he gave you a ride home i suppose." he completes, studying your gaze closely. you feel relief take over your body as you let it move naturally towards san, sitting right next to him. so it was the correct option, he must've seen you at school.

taking in consideration that this room is constantly filled with boys, it doesn't smell that bad. still, the infectious nuance of the spray deodorants doesn't caress your nose gently, covering the beautiful floral tones of san's perfume. you look around the room, anywhere other than san, and you try to think of what he is really trying to say with those words.

"he did." you confirm.

"you never let me take you home." he says, lowering his head as he looks somewhere in between his thighs.

there was an emotional part of san that would not combine well with the other things he possessed. one that would be completely opposite from the tough exterior he chose to wear around. you knew it well though, he revealed many things to you during the time spent together and you managed to get to know this side of him better. the side of him that felt.

jealousy was new though. if that was what this was.

"i don't think i have to explain myself to you, do i?"

it's a common thing for you to get rude when you're feeling put on the spot. with time, you've found that it's the best defense.

too bad san already knows his way around your attitudes.

"you didn't have to fuck me all summer either," he says, looking at you from the side. "and yet, you still did." san completes as he leans his shoulder into yours. you look at him closely and study the smirk on his face, the proud one he would always have whenever he was quick enough to reply in the same manner you threw your words at him.

you would like to add one more thing to what he said. you fucked him all summer and ghosted him afterwards, so he should be more humble about it. and even though the words sit on the tip of your tongue, waiting for you to open your mouth so they can jump out on his beautiful face, you don't let them. and that could be cause of his face that is stupidly close to yours, and his breath still smells of watermelon flavored bubblegum which arises in you memories of all the times you felt the scent coming out his mouth just before you kissed him. and he kissed you back. with so much passion that you sometimes wondered 'is there a chance that this guy actually likes me?'. but when you ghosted him, you received the unspoken answer.

no.

and it hurt, looking back seeing how he never texted you to ask if anything's wrong. how he never tried to initiate anything like you always did. you were glad you stopped, you did yourself the biggest favor of not letting your heart catch feelings for a boy who simply wanted something less.

you roll your eyes as you get up from the bench, walking towards the door as you fix the strap of your bag on your shoulder. as if there weren't enough boys annoying you about stuff already, he had to take part as well.

"leaving already?" he asks as he gets up from his seat.

"well, if you have nothing else to say..." you say as you turn to face him.

san's place in the baseball team was the one of the baserunner. he seemed to integrate that in his daily life, seeing how in the blink of an eye he was suddenly in front of you, removing the strap of the bag off your shoulder and gently placing it on the floor. backing away into the door, he follows your every tiny step with more confident ones, until your back is smacked against the blue surface.

looking into his eyes might be the worst thing you could ever do, and yet you can't help yourself from watching the desire in his eyes as his hand slowly creeps up on the skin of your neck until it reaches your jaw and cups your cheek. you swallow the knot in your throat, trying to resist the way his face is so close to you, lips almost brushing over yours as his other hand finds purchase on your hip, pulling you closer to him.

is there a universe where you don't feel like san has complete control over you, your body or your desires?

probably not.

he huffed out a chuckle in response to your containment, letting his lips travel lower, brushing over your jaw and starting to hungrily devour your exposed neck. it was ridiculous to think about how wet you already felt from so little contact.

"do you like him?" san asks with a muffled voice, his lips still buried in the skin of your neck, sending vibrations in all your body with each and every word. it was making you embarrassingly light-headed, how his hands felt on your body- now unbuttoning your white shirt, how his torso was pressed softly against yours in attempt to keep you fixed against the door behind you, how his breath would tickle your neck ever so lightly in between his words.

"what if i do?" you interrogate back, giving your hands freedom to run across his wide shoulders, pulling him closer.

"thought you only liked me." san answers, and you simply know that the annoyance in his voice- the one that underlined his earlier words, the one you mistook for jealousy- was not because he ever cared about you in the same way that you did, more than a sex partner, but because he felt like something only he had access to was slowly being swiped away from him.

"never said that." you struggle to get out, words coming out almost as a desperate moan when his cold hands made contact with your breasts, kneading the flesh inside the bra with fervor.

"never said otherwise, either." san groans as he grinds his torso on yours, making sure you feel every single part of him, especially the one that is getting hard now that he finally got his hands on you again.

his plump lips finally climb up your body again until they rest on top of yours, moving in an all too familiar manner that arises more in you than you'd ever wish. when you feel his tongue prodding at your entrance you part your lips and let him dive in, swirling your own tongue around his while you tangle your fingers in his black hair.

his hands slowly go down your waist and hips, until they reach your bare thighs, raising up your skirt as they travel around and massage your ass cheeks. you moan into his mouth, pulling his head away from yours as a result of sudden rationality, to look into his heavy-lidded eyes.

"what if someone comes in?" you ask quietly, and in return san only kisses the rest of your face, unable to stop his hedonistic thirst.

"everyone's gone home," he says, taking over your lips again while one of his hands moves to your front to cup your heat gently as the other locks the door.

"except the janitor." san adds, moving the material covering your throbbing pussy to the side. "make sure you're quiet." is all he says as he presses two fingers on your clit, taking you by surprise and eliciting a whimper from you.

he's quick to kiss you back to drown the sounds you can't control from escaping your body as his fingers sweetly caress your clit, drawing unknown patterns all over it. your hips buck forward to get more of his intoxicating touch and to get to feel him again, the hardness in his pants that only makes your hole clench around nothing.

"we'll have to be quick," he says as he pulls away from you completely, stepping back and leaning down to get a condom from somewhere inside his spacious gym bag.

san comes in front of you again, leaving you no time to show any of the frustration over the fact that he denied you of the pleasure building up inside of you.

"will you do the honors?" san asks as he hands you the small package.

you take it from his hands quickly, ripping it open as he swiftly takes his shirt off, leaving you to wonder upon his body once again, this time in as much daylight as the small windows allow to enter the room. he slides his pants down the middle of his thighs, letting his hardened member spring free in your sight. you inhale sharply, guiding your hands towards his cock to slide the rubber smoothly down his length.

somewhere in the deep corners of your brain you were still waiting for a drop of common sense to wake you up from this horny frenzy and to make you realize how wrong this situation is. but being in this horny frenzy, the wrongfulness of the situation only made it feel more exciting.

so there you were, legs now crossed around san's waist as he positioned himself with your entrance, sliding in slowly.

"fuck, you're tighter than i remember." he groaned in the crook of your neck.

indeed, you felt it too.

it's been a while since you had any action, so it was only natural that your walls pressed down on his veiny shaft the way they did. looking down to where he was sliding in and out of you made you clench even harder around him, pulling out a soft moan from him.

your sweaty back was now soaking through your shirt, making the cold surface of the door give you shivers as you were trying to contain every sound threatening to come out of your mouth every time san thrust deeper inside you.

his chest glistening with sweat was almost as captivating as the frown that would form on his face every time he slid inside you from a certain different angle that would make your eyes roll to the back of your head. your walls were welcoming him back in a pleasant way after such a long time without feeling him.

the room was filled with your swallowed moans and his silent groans, desperately trying to hide how each of you desired their release more and more by the second. san's hand climbed up your revealed torso, hugging your neck from one side to the other at its base, thumb squeezing little by little, leaving you without at least half the amount of oxygen you'd need to even think anymore right now.

the pace he set for himself was almost not human, smashing his hips into you like he tried to prove how much he missed you- or how much you missed him, stretching you out as you felt every inch of him going deeper and faster inside of you.

the vibrations that announced an orgasm started to make their appearance in the lower part of your body, and you only gasped sharply when san's hold grew even tighter making you see little stars in the corners of your eyes in the most delicious way as you came undone all over his covered cock- legs trembling and threatening to lose their hold around san's body as you jolted under his touch.

your pulsating walls were the last drop for san, a few more thrusts and he stills deep inside you, slowly releasing his hold on your neck and letting your body regain its necessary airflow. his breaths are deep, trying to help him come back from the unbelievable high that made him fill the condom with his hot cum. you press your lips against his again, tasting the sweet watermelon on his tongue and bathing in the sensation of his pillowy lips.

he places you down gently, taking care to slide your panties back in place and to fix your skirt before removing the condom and tying it to throw it in the bin next to you, hiding it in a cup on the surface. he pulls up his pants as you button your shirt, watching the sweat drip down his muscular back as he picks his own shirt off the floor and slides it over his head.

there's a quietness around the two of you that certainly feels uncomfortable. it's the kind of silence that occurs when both of you want to say something but neither of you has enough balls to say it.

ironic, he had enough balls to fuck you in the locker room.

"can i drive you home?" san asks as he looks over to you.

you fix the strap of your bag on your shoulder again as you think it over. an honest friendly gesture, one that comes from no place you would've hoped for two months ago when you would've liked san as something more than a friend with benefits but he was settled for that only.

you could give san every part of your body and he still wouldn't be satisfied if you didn't allow him a peek into your soul- something you weren't able to do back then.

"sure." you smile.

this is either the beginning or the end of something.

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themelancholyhill · 2 years

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Thank you for sharing such a personal story regarding your illness. I think almost everyone could relate, regardless if our depression actually gives us physical symptoms. I know that for me, when I am in a depressive state, my entire body feels it. It doesn't feel numb, but it feels like all of my life source has been sucked out of me, and I am unable to do minor day to day tasks. Even without the advice of a healthcare professional, it is always a good idea to step away from something that causes you so much stress. I am saying all this to show solidarity, not to invalidate how you feel. I know we've only been talking like this for a while, but I do care about how you're doing. I hope you take good care of yourself, knowing what your triggers are is half the battle. There are definitely people that are only meant to be in our lives for a little while. I've come to terms with the fact that people come and go, and that as attached as I am with some of them, it doesn't mean the outcome would change. And that what's important is the enjoyment of knowing them when they still know you. I agree with your friend, that not everything in life can be explained. I also believe that not everything has a word complex enough to explain it. Just because you can't explain it doesn't disprove how you feel, or the fact that something happened, and in your case, a deep connection. I think I am a lot like you with friendships, us water signs feel things very intensely, and not everyone can meet us at our emotional level. I can imagine how you must be feeling right now, and I am aching right alongside you. I carry you in my thoughts, always.

Is your friend Aries too? So is mine. What is with these Aries men? Today, he wanted me to do a drawing for him for his social media account. I told him drawing is not my strong suit and that I'm much better with words and asked if he would like a poem instead. He said that the last time I wrote a poem for him I told him I never wanted to do it again. I explained that last time was a commission and that I don't consider this time to be a commission. He then said, jokingly, that he won't talk to me until I draw him a picture. My gut reaction was that two can play this game, but I am 100% serious. I do not like playing mind games with people, I consider it a waste of my time. Mind games are for people who want to mess around with other people, like how a cat messes with a mouse before it kills it. I do not play around and I do not like to be played. And even though he said it as a joke, and I am reacting to it as a joke too, a part of me is frustrated and annoyed. I replied to him after what he said with a joke and all he sent back was 🤫. I feel like we just patched things up recently, I really don't want to deal with more headaches with him. He knows I am not a good graphic artist, and him withholding friendship in order to gain something for his social media account leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I will actually enjoy this break from him. I don't like playing mind games, because I always win. ✖️

"My life source has been sucked out of me," I chose to open this reply by what you said because I can 100% relate to it. I've been feeling downright terrible these past couple of weeks and it feels like my body is about to collapse at any given moment. I haven't had a relapse in years, but I know that it'll pass as I stay away from what triggers my anxiety and stress. I'm not saying that he's causing me stress, but it's best to just let him go, and he's helping me with this by being this distant—I swear, he never stops to amaze me in a way.

Temporary people are part of life, but it hits hard when you meet wonderful people whom you think they'll stay for the long run, but they'll end up being just temporary. I just have to get used to his absence the same way I got used to having him around. It'll will take time, but part of healing is admitting that you need to move on, right?

As of now, I feel empty due to the feeling that something is missing, but it'll lessen with time. I guess this is what it takes to be a water sign—we feel things too much and too deeply.

Let's open a bracket for a sec. I have a friend, let's call her Ava to make it easier. Ava got dumped by her boyfriend because she told him that she suffers from chronic depression. But what baffles me is the way he went around to dump her. He went to Ava's friend and told her that he's dumping Ava just because he didn't want to hurt her! She's also a water sign btw. All that to say that some guys nowadays are not mature enough to face certain relationship situations—be it romantic or platonic. I sense that this is what happened with my friend, but I'm not sure and I don't wanna jump to conclusions.

Which brings me, he's Taurus and so an earth sign. I don't know much about it, but from what I gathered, based on our interactions, he's rather confusing and complicated. He seems like an introvert because he's shy and sensitive, but he also likes to hang out with his friends. His reactions are unpredictable and they never failed to confuse me.

As for your friend, I see that he's not that mature himself as least when it comes to his approach to certain situations. Distancing yourself is a good idea, and I think that this is what I had to do with my friend. But again, I guess we have to take things with a grain of salt, including people we deal with, while making sure that we're not taking advantage of. Sounds sad, but oh well 🤷🏻‍♀️

I can't thank you enough for all the support; it makes me feel less lonely.

#asks #V✖

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2nd part.

Other: Both groups understand they have different ways of showing affection and closeness. Though Charles does hesitantly ask Jackie if Ran ever shows affection, to which Jackie answers that he does he just isn't a very physical person.

After Ran first attacks and injuries Ranbob, and once the groups get the two separate, they sit down and talk. The Gladiators go first, saying they've never seen Ran that aggressive and angry before and ask what Ranbob could've done. To which the Fishermen tell them (to an extent. Somethings they leave out as its best for Ranbob to tell them) and after sharing, ask what Ran's relationship with Ranbob was. Where Watson says Ran said before he had a brother, and they then connect the pieces. So in summary, the Gladiators know about Ranbob being controlled by Dream, what Ranbob as done, how it affected him, and what the Fishermen have done to help him out and the progress Ranbob has made. While the Fishermen know that Ran has said he had a brother (Ranbob said it too), Ran having to survive on his own for years, And Ran having nightmare's but don't know what they are about.

The Gladiators are skeptical of Ranbobs story, but after reading a bit of a dairy Ranbob recorded the experience in when able to, and both picture and multiple eye-witness accounts they eventually believe him.

He ran from the hunters for around 4 years, he also lived alone and learned to survive during his time, while being constantly on the move. Multiple times the brothers have said something concerning, either jokingly or very casually, but both ways the brothers groups have responded with utmost concern and basically interrogating them until they find out the events behind what they said. Where they then either leave it be, or there's more talking, comforting, and maybe even cuddle piles.

It happens once during the trip, when Ranbob just isnt having a good day at all, when he relapses he immediately tells the Fishermen (as he has grown to do), who then go to comfort him and do a sort of therapy. Ran immediately uses the relapse as evidence that he shouldn't be trusted and that he is still the same person he was before. While Watson, ignoring him, goes to see if he can do anything to help, while Grievous and Jackie try to lead Ran away to cause less stress for Ranbob.

It is confusing at first for them, and when their finally able to, they (both groups) ask eachother what different instincts their enderman friend has. And after exchanging it they just kinda leave it be then and accept it. Sometimes Cletus will laugh when he just randomly sees Ran carrying someone around and mocks them, but Ran tends to growl at him when he mocks the person he's carrying, so he doesn't mock em often.

He was only able to eat crackers, nuts and seeds, and dried out vegetables. So when he first goes to the Fishermen's house he's only able to keep down stuff like soup and again crackers. Though he's able to slowly work his way up to eating meat, which then he's able to keep most things down.

The gladiators are overwhelmingly happy about no longer following such a strict schedule and can spend their time doing whatever they want. The fishermen are at first a bit hesitant at adventuring, seeing as they never really adventured outside of their home to much before, but are still very excited to see new places and get new items. Cuddle piles are sometimes shared amongst the groups, but strictly when neither of the brothers are nearby, other habits like telling bed time stories and sharing supplies and food are shared amongst the groups. While a sort of therapy sessions type habit are only in the fishermen group. And making and testing weapons are only in the gladiator group. For nicknames, Ran- Tall man/Tall bastard, Jackie- Jack, Shorty(teasingly/jokingly), Watson- Dad, Grievous- Ugly, John, Gri, Ranbob- Bobby, Benjamin- Benny, Ben, Charles- (Just Charles), Cletus- Wildfire, Little shit (Isaac only calls him that, Benjamin doesn't like it though), Isaac- Saac (pronounced as Isaac without the I, or just Zack).

The fishermen live a calmer, more quite life. Where the most active they've gotten is going to Mizu and getting Ranbob and a few attempted robbing. While the gladiators live a very active and fighting filled life, with only a few breaks where they can do whatever they want too. The fishermen are more accepting of outsiders and willing to give them a chance in their group. While the gladiators, you need to prove you can earn a place and are more tight in their group (Which is partly why it means so much to Ran and shocks him when his haunting welcomes Ranbobs group into their group). The fishermen are more freewilled, not having to follow a schedule. While the gladiators do follow a schedule and typically don't get much freewill.

They originally wanted to live in Mizu. But after the discovery of the Dream Mask Benjamin stated that it was far too dangerous to stay, much less live there. So they instead just went and looted the area then left

As of now I do not plan to add anymore characters. Maybe they'll meet some while traveling but im not positive yet, if they do meet someone later on though it'll probably be either Wilburs decendent, or if I include other Tales I'll include them probably.

It is very hard to convince Ran for a good while that what happened to Ranbob was the truth, but when he does finally accept it he's horrified. He feels incredibly guilty about leaving his brother and doing nothing during this whole time other than making it harder for him to recover. And immediately does what he can to make it up and help him out. And to the relief of the others, the brothers start to grow closer again, although there's still some problems. It took multiple tales of Mizu and Dream from all around the world, some very old records about how manipulative Dream was and how it seemed he had supernatural powers, and even finding Ranbobs journal and deciding to read it for safety reasons (where its recorded Ranbobs deteriorating mental state and all of the events where Dream came in, and even Dream wrote in it sometimes, comparing it to Ranboos Memory Book.)

Personalities (More may be added later): Ran- Secretive, protective, quite, joking when gotten close too, patient, serious mostly. Watson- Kind, very approachable, the father figure, logical, has a very comforting presence. Jackie- Playful, joking, mean at times, teasing, loud, energetic. Grievous- Very kind, energetic at times, quite, prankster, hard to trust someone. Ranbob- Quite, shy, well-meaning, clumsy, hesitant in things, very eager to please someone. Benjamin- Truthworthy, comforting presence, kind, approachable. Cletus- Chaotic, mean at times, prankster, loud, confident, energetic. Isaac- Leader figure, kind, logical, playful. Charles- Quite, shy, anxious, smart, logical. And idk if you want him too but Porkius- Confident, arrogant, hard headed/stubborn, hard to talk with, but extremely willing to make changes and call off events if serious injury to anyone is threatened.

Sorry if some answers are dull, I had trouble coming up with answers and wording some of them. But as a bonus I thought of something that could happen while traveling (while they've been traveling for almost 5 months now). Maybe a thunderstorm is coming in and the group is trying to find shelter and they find it mostly in time, but the brothers start to really get into a verbal fight during the searching and so start to lag behind. And just as it starts to storm more Ran screams and yells "YOUR NOTHING MORE THAN AN MURDER! NOTHING YOU EVER DO WILL MAKE UP FOR ALL YOU'VE DONE!"(or something similar) Which just really breaks Ranbob, and the two stand across from eachother in the rain, before Ranbob chokes out a heartbroken agreement and runs off. Ran almost going to chase after him, but deciding not too, and going to meet up with the group. Also Ranbob having a nightmare about when he first saw Ran again and is terrified in the nightmare, as no one is there to actually stop Ran this time (this happens before the thunderstorm part). So he does actually begin to kill him, and during the dream he keeps seeing glimpses of he and Ran as kids, being so close and laughing and everything. Then just before he wakes up he sees a younger, tween Ran directly next to the Ran killing him, and the Vision Ran's face is frozen in a scream of terror and heartbroken look in his eyes, and his eyes are filled to the brim of tears (which is the exact moment a Ranbob controlled by Dream turns the blade on Ran suddenly). Which just completely breaks Ranbobs heart, and when he wakes up, with tears frozen on his face, he can't look at Ran for days without seeing the terrified face of his younger brother.

1: So they’re pretty chill about it. Alright.

2: Fairly skeptical, but still willing to help out, and eventually coming to agree. Interesting. Ranbob has a diary? From before? That must be quite the interesting read. How much did young Ranbob understand was going on? How did he feel about it? Just how much does his diary show of his mental decline? Does he still have it? Were the Gladiators supposed to be reading it, or is it more of a ‘I found this, let’s see what’s inside’ thing? And I know the eye-witness accounts are probably the fishermen, but what are the pictures? Of Ranbob before Dream, back in Mizu? Of Ranbob when the fishermen found him?

3: Casually drops trauma on them, huh? What kind of things have been said? How much of it do these two traumatized gremlins think is the norm? Does Ran have any particular enemies with the hunters? Was it hard for him to settle in one place again?

4: What do these relapse consist of, exactly? Ranbob becoming aggressive? Trying to run? Can’t imagine Ran’s too happy Watson ignored him about it. What was the aftermath of this event? Does Ran know what a relapse means, or does he just overhear and assume?

5: So Ran totes people around, and Cletus occasionally makes fun of them. How long before someone points out that Ranbob, as you put it, follows them around like a lost puppy, in retaliation?

6: The more I hear about Ranbob, the more I kind of want to wrap him in a warm blanket, give him cocoa, and go threaten Dream with bodily harm. That kind of food isn’t exactly great nourishment. If that’s the kind of thing he was eating, and only once every three days, I’m not shocked the Fishermen managed to force him into a room. Or that his house kept falling on him. Poor guy must be a malnourished noodle-stick. Honestly, he sounds light enough Cletus could probably carry him around. Or a breeze could. Hopefully he gets a little more weight on him, he needs it.

7: Sounds like the first few days of the trip are probably pretty chaotic, with everyone adjusting. But they sound like they’re having fun, so that’s good. What kind of things are the two brothers doing to be gone long enough for their groups to be able to cuddle pile for a bit? Gathering supplies? Do they just know, and do their own thing for a bit so their hauntings can chill together? And Bobby, huh? Sounds an awful lot like what Ran used to call Ranbob. Who exactly revived the nickname, and what was both Ranbob’s reaction to it being brought back, and Ran’s reactions to hearing it again?

8: The clash between lifestyles seems to be a pretty big one. The gladiators are a bit more willing to jump into things, and the fishermen are generally more open. Seems like they’ll contrast nicely once things settle down. So it’s kind of a big deal for the gladiators to just welcome the fishermen? You said they have to prove themselves. Do the fishermen ever end up doing something like that, or are they just an exception? Or is it that what they’ve already done proved themselves?

9: They just loot the place, huh? Do they keep what they find or sell it? What’s Ranbob’s feelings about that?

10: A Wilbur descendant? Interesting.

11: Oof. Well, at least they’re figuring it out. So there’s records about Dream and such? Do they just happen to find them, or are they led there? Who wrote those records? Does Ranbob notice when they find them, find some himself, or is that part of the trip he doesn’t know about? And Dream wrote in Ranbob’s journal too? Yikes. That must have been terrifying for Ranbob to experience. He compared it to Ranboo’s memory book, huh? Did that mean Ranbob figured out that something similar was happening to his ancestor? If so, how did he feel about it? And how does Ran feel about Dream’s part in all this? What does he do once he finally accepts it? Hug Ranbob? Apologize? Try to murder Dream?

12: Sounds like quite interesting group there. Charles and Ranbob both being shy sounds adorable honestly. Porkius sounds like he knows what he’s doing, and does it well.

13: They don’t seem particularly dull to me. But thank you for the heart-crushing scene, I’ll cherish it forever. Do the fishermen chase after Ranbob? How do the gladiators feel about that whole thing? Does Ran feel a bit guilty about it?

#Brothers AU #dream smp #dream smp au #ranbob #ran #jackie #watson #grievous #isaac #benjamin #cletus #ranboo #charles #tales from the smp

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When you woke up you immediately felt the throbbing pain of your head and the offensive light burning through the lids of your eyes indicating that the curtains are open

You groaned in pain slowly attempting to sit up and get something to help nurse the aftermath of last night's drinking opening one eye lid first and turning to bedside stand where you found Tylenol and a glass of water sitting atop next to your glasses.

Deciding that glasses won't help you see any better in this condition you opted to drink 2 Tylenol pills and washed it down with some water giving it a few minutes to take effect as you sluggishly made your way to the bathroom to fix yourself up, washing your face, brushing your teeth with the free toothbrush that came with the suite deciding to take a hot shower to ease up some tense nerves and wrapped yourself up in a bath robe right after

You spotted a plate of waffles and some coffee on the table in your room as you got out of the bathroom, it looked like it has been sitting there for a good 30 minutes but you eat it anyway and drank all the coffee, even making yourself a new one right after

Your hungover was slowly getting better and you could hear a faint sound of laughing and music but you weren't sure if it were coming from right now or if you were imagining it from last night's events

You looked around the room only to realize that it wasn't your room at all. It was very similar but had different shoes and different baggages, a little more messy

You tried to recall the events of last night trying to remember who you had come back with, you were clothed so nothing could have happened

And then it hit you like a lighting strike.

The bar. Drinking. That stranger. Dancing. Tom. Punching. The car ride and the conversation from last night

You couldn't remember if you kissed or not, you couldn't even remember falling asleep. You were freaking out at the possibility of him finding out your feelings

"Oh my god, y/n how are you so stupid?!?" you whispered angrily to yourself

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, what did i say? What did i do? What even happened?" you said nervously

You went to pick up your phone to see if any messages could give you a clue as to what happened last night only to be greeted by a couple messages from Zendaya, haz and Tom that gave you absolutely zero clues as to what may have happened last night.

You groan miserably trying to think of what you could do next. You definitely can't leave the hotel room, the only way out is to face them.

You can't even call for help cause youknow that they'll just convince you to talk to Tom and you weren't sure how to do that just yet

So decidedly you stayed in that room, you had everything you needed anyways so you dug up one of Tom's shirts he'd wear on a normal day and one of his boxers cause you refuse to wear the dress you wore last night.

You clean up your surroundings to occupy yourself a little, fixing up Tom's clothes on the gound, folding and sorting. Fixing up the bed, cleaning up the table littered with disposable coffee cups and paper plates.

You finished that task quickly and grew bored as you sat on the bed thinking of what you could do next when you heard the door open, snapping you out of your trance and quickly turning to see who it was

Tom was there leaning against the door frame with a sly smirk on his face

"When do you plan to come out?" he asked teasingly

"We'll hopefully, never if I'm gonna be honest." you muttered quietly

"hmm well if it helps they went out, got lunch I think" he said walking in and closing the door behind him.

"Why didn't you come with?" you asked

"Well, I couldn't exactly leave you here to starve now can I?" He said amused

"I could've take care of myself after you left you know." you replied

"And risk not talking about last night? You're not getting away that easy, darling" He said walking closer to you stopping and the foot of the bed

You shivered slightly at the pet name, god ypu missed being called that with his voice

"What's there to talk about?" you asked nonchalantly 9.30am

"Ah, so we're gonna play that game are we?" he said raising an eyebrow.

"why are you avoiding me?" he asked blatantly

"I'm not, how can I, I'm your personal assistant" You said

"Exactly, you're my assistant so why are you avoiding me? " Tom asked expectantly

"What does it matter anyway?" you asked giving up

"It matters to me." Tom said simply

"It's not that important anyway, I'm still doing my job correctly." you respond avoiding the question

"It's not about your job, y/n. I don't care if you decide to book me for the same thing 3 times or if you decide to not let me show up on set for a week, you'd keep your job if I had anything to do about it" Tom said cooly

"Then what is this about?" You asked looking at him in the eyes

"You and me." He said simply.

"You and me? Wha—What you and me?" You asked surprised

"Don't act like there's nothing going on between us, don't pull that on me." He said his jaw clenched

"Elaborate" You said inching closer

"Do you remember nothing from last night?" He said walking towards the side where you were sitting.

"I remember some of it." you confirmed.

"so you don't remember coming here?" he asked

"Nope. I've been trying to" you answered honestly

"huh." Tom stepped closer in your direction and lowered his head at your level, your faces inches away from each other "Maybe this will jog your memory."

Memories of last night came pouring in, your faces inches away from each other just like right now but still you couldn't remember if you kissed just the way your heart was beating out your chest and the overwhelming feeling to pull his face towards you and his hot breath reeked of beer but turned you on nonetheless.

"I remember this part, but not what comes after." you said so quietly it almost felt like a soft gasp

"Interesting" he said smirking "Do you wanna find out?" He asked his eyes locked on your lips

"I wouldn't mind too much." you said almost panting your eyes drawn to his lips your mimd littered with his soft curls between your fingers and his lips locked on yours.

"Care to guess?" He asked daringly

"No, it's hard to make assumptions" You said tilting your head just a little

"Hmm, I don't think you want to know that badly" he hummed tauntingly

"Hmm but you do." You fired back.

"You have a point" He admitted

"I know, I always do" you said

He pulled away from you and walked 2 steps back

"I think I'll keep that information to myself a little longer." He said.

"Hmm, can you live with yourself that way?" You asked jokingly

"We'll see." he shrugged his arms crossed

"What were you doing out there by the way?" you asked curiously

"Oh, deja was just teaching me a few dance moves" He answered

"You still dance?" You raised a brown at him amused

" 'Course I do, love. Why would I risk losing a talent like that?" he said exaggerated

"I dunno, Movie star. Why would you?" You teased

"Don't call me that" Tom groaned pulling his head back

"Aw don't like being called that, tommy?" You said teasing him even more

"Enough, Princess. You've had your fun, let's get some lunch."

"I'm wearing your boxers." you deadpanned

"we'll order in." he said

"Then why can't I stay here" you pouted

"Cause, the dining room is outside not here" He reasoned

"But it's comfier here and a table is right there." you convinced

"We can always come back later, darling"

"Why? am I staying the night?" You asked

"If you want to" he shrugged

"I'll decide later. Show me those moves first" you said biting your lip

He rolled his eyes at you but pulled out his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants and unlocking it

He sat next to you and handed you the phone

It was a video of him and deja dancing the controlla challenge

"Damn boy, what them hips do?" You laughed

"Wouldn't you like to know?" He said suggestively looking at you

You turned your head to face him and you immediately felt his breath fanning your face

"Hmm, I think I could just ask one of your girls." you said thoughtfully

"I don't have any girls." He said

"sorry, don't believe it" you shrugged

"You are literally with me all the damn time, you know the ins and outs of my schedule." He says flatly

"your schedule doesn't cover every minute." you pointed out.

"Those minutes are spent with you. On the bed. Or with Harrison out drinking." He deadpans

"And whose to say you don't pick up some chick when you're out drinking?" you ask

"You. You pick us up when we're drunk off our asses or not." he states.

"True." you nod

"see, now c'mon I'm hungry." He says pulling you away from the bed.

"Fine" you let out an exaggerated sigh and Tom rolled his eyes playfully at you.

You decided on Thai takeaway and turned on a bad romcom for the both of you to make fun of.

"Why were you avoiding me?" Tom brought the conversation up again.

"Did we kiss?" you countered the question.

"If I answet your question, will you answer mine?" he asked

"If you answer two of my questions, I might."

"Now that's just unfair."

"All is fair in love and war" You shrugged

"Fine." he said turning slightly to face you.

"You gonna tell me, pretty boy?" you ask holding his chin up with one finger

"thinking about it, actually" he muttered. "What's your second question?" he asked.

"Hmm. Why'd you wanna kiss me?" you asked tilting your head curiosity filled your eyes

"You really have to ask that?" He asked raising a brow an amused smile playing oh his lips.

"Well, I wouldn't if I knew the answer?" You fired back

"Have a guess?" He ask

"A few." you replied.

"How many exactly?" he asks

"Hmm, around 2 or 3?" You hummed

"Care to tell me?" He answered

"Nah." you say shaking your head slightly

"you really wanna know?"

"Yes."

"I can't be the only one who sees it."

"See what?"

"I mean, Z noticed it, Jacob too, Even Haz!" He said raising his hands in disbelief

"See what?" you ask curiously

"I'm pretty sure everyone sees it." he said unbelievably

"What?" you ask again

"I think I like you?" he finally says.

What.

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