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fandomscombine · 3 years

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It's the Lease I Can Do

Platonic! Weasley Twins x Reader

BG: The Weasley twins are so close to having their joke shop become a reality. They had found the perfect location but they had hit a minor problem that could cause them everything. You want to help, but how can you when they, the birthday boys themselves had given up?

a/n: I had this idea for a almst a year now and waited til ther twins bday to write it. I hope you enjoy.

WC: 2111

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

Fred and George causing a ruckus in the common room is a daily occurrence that everyone is accustomed to. However ever since the start of Year 7, the amount of commotion these two had caused can be counted in one hand.

At first glance, it could be attributed to NEWTS or in this year's case-to a pink toad acting as High Inquisitor. Still, more and more nights the twins had claimed the back corner of the common room.

The last remaining batch of students were making their way through Filch's checkpoint (an added security protection which also serves for Umbridge having a list of names on who comes in and out of Hogwarts). You glanced down at your watch- 2:27pm, they’re late. Weird, the twins never pass a chance to go to Hogsmeade.

You hear the castle door open behind you. Thank Merlin, you thought but instead you were greeted with a disheveled Angelina. “I’m coming! Wait!”

“Have you seen Fred and George?” You called as she ran past you.

“I think I saw them in the common room!” Angelina shouted back.

The common room? “What are they up to now?” You sighed. Stomping heavily up the stairs. “Ditching me….”

“Oi Weaslebees! I know you’re in here!” You rounded the corner of their secret spot. “AHa!”

You caught them red handed, midway into shoving papers into their “Weasley & Weasley'' Trunk. Though what they were hiding, you weren't exactly sure.

“Y/N!” Fred greeted, grabbing onto your shoulders, effectively covering George and the table. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

Narrowing your eyes at him. “Really?” Hands on hips you blatantly say “2:15 am, courtyard?? Ring any bells?” Fred shook his head.

Meanwhile George’s head shot up. “Oh shit, y/n we’re so sorry!”

Fred turned to his brother, still clueless on what the heck George was talking about.

Abandoning the trunk, George gave his twin a classic smack on the head. “Hogsmeade, you idiot! We were supposed to all go together.”

“OHHHH FU--” Fred knew he was screwed. “I’M SO SORRY! WE’RE SORRY.” Seizing the messy trunk, he strategized. “Right, here’s the plan: I’m gonna quickly drop this off back in the dorm while you two make your way to the gate. If you run, I guess you can make it. I’ll catch up with you two then.”

“Fred….. We’re not gonna make it” you argued.

“Not if we don’t try.”

“It’s almost 3, Filch would be closing the gates by now.” You sat down on Fred’s empty seat. “Besides we can go to Hogsmeade next time, we could just hang out here. I miss having my best lads around.”

“Awww…we’ve been upgraded from annoying pricks to best lads!” Gushed George, pulling you into a side hug.

“Yea, I could help in whatever it was you guys were doing before I came. I don’t mind.”

At that, you could feel George tense up, his arm around you dropping. “Uhhh…” He looked to the older twin, silently conversing.

You gaze between the boys, sometimes they get so caught up in their scheming that they don’t notice that to others, especially those who had known them for years that their non verbal communication is not so sly.

In the end, Fred gave his brother a subtle shake. “No, that’s alright. I’ll just put this back and we could play gobstones or something, anything you like.”

As Fred headed up to his dorm room, you noticed a piece of paper under the table. Picking it up, the header caught your eye. RE: Lease Agreement. Were the twins looking for a new home after graduation? You didn’t mean to pry. You were close friends, they would tell you if they were moving right? This is big news….you decided to brush it off until another line caught your attention. The shop premise located at Number 93 Diagon Alley. Shop? They are trying to set up shop? That’s brilliant! The twins would get to showcase their inventions to the world! You could feel your pride swell. Leasing Agreements would not proceed if tenants, Mr. Fred Weasley and Mr. George Weasley, are unable to provide an endorser by the date of 31st of March.

“Where’d you get that?” George standing across from you, gobstones on one hand and another pointing at the document. There’s no backing out now.

“It was under the table.” You explained. “I didn’t know you were this far along with the shop.”

“Yea, well it’s not happening now is it?”

“What?”

“Cmon y/n. I know you read it.”

“I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s alright. We aren’t getting the place anyway.”

“Wait what? Why?”

“No endorsers.” George stated matter of factly but you sense the pain in his voice.

“How about your parents surely-”

George laughed. “As if mum would suddenly have a change of heart. You knew how she disapproves of our inventions, calling it a waste.”

“Arthur then.”

“Mum won’t let him.”

“Anyone then?” George huffed in defeat. “How about me! I could back you up.”

“You have to be an adult with a proven financial stability.” He stated, effectively shutting you down. “Forget it y/n. The hold ends in 3 days. We’ve tried everything. Just don’t let Fred know that you know. He’s devastated. Promise?”

“I promise.”

“And no pity, sad eyes!” He added as footsteps are heard descending the staircase.

“But I suck at poker faces!”

“Then let’s hope that Freddie is distracted even to not notice.”

It’s been 4 days since you had sent the letter to your father.

“Dear papa,

I know that this is a huge favour to ask but I believe it would be worth your while.

So remember back in the summer when you caught Fred Weasley, George Weasley and me snooping around with the Extendable Ears but let us go because you were so enamored?

Well turns out the twins and trying to get a shop up and running! How amazing is that?

The only problem is that they need an endorser to back them up in order to proceed with the lease agreements. The are currently on hold for the Shop Number 93 in Diagon Alley until the 31st.

This is where the huge favour comes in. Could you please be their backer? You did say that you’d love to help in some part in their invention, be an investor of sorts. Please papa. I would love to do it myself but I have to wait a couple more months to qualify. Plus it’s their 18th birthday on April 1st. Imagine their surprise if it were to come through.

I’d love to hear from you soon, regardless of your choice.

Your favourite child

y/n.”

The twin’s 18th birthday was spent with absolute love and madness.

Lee had unloaded his stash of butterbeer and firewhiskey, Fred had slipped Angelina with one of their new prank inventions- which changes the person into a sickly color of vomit green, a perfect way to ditch class or events.

Upon learning that the color would last for a few days and would only fade with the ingestion of an antidote, antidote that George said they still had yet to create. Angelina (understandably) threw cake at them. The Gryffindor chaser with perfect aim, hits its mark. However, Fred using his beater skills, instinctively blocks the incoming cake.

Resulting in a wide splat zone. Fred’s arm was covered in frosting, having sprayed everyone around him in whipped cream during the impact. George wasn’t safe too, despite being across from Fred, the rebounce of the cake had made him the new target.

You had just changed into your pajamas when a tapping sound came from your window.

Your family owl, Lanny, was outside carrying a large yellow envelope.

Quickly letting him in, you gave Lanny a gentle pat and brought out some owl treats for the tired bird.

Unscrolling the note tied to his leg, you begin to read.

“My dearest y/n,

My sincere apologies for the late reply, it’s been quite hectic at work.

In regards to your favour, you need not worry. Everything is taken care of. I had met with the landlord of Number 93 Diagon Alley and had all the documents settled. I had also gone and checked to make sure the two lads aren’t being ripped off. Fred and George had picked a nice prime location.

Greet them a happy birthday for me alright? And tell them that I look forward to witnessing them succeed in their endeavors.

They would undoubtedly be bringing a lot of much needed joy into these darkening times. The people would be thankful for them.

I also had Lanny bring the twins’ copy of the Lease Agreement.

I can’t wait to see you all soon.

Much love,

Papa.”

Fred was grateful that their friends had retired into the night, leaving him and George to sulk into the dreadful reality.

“We were this close Georgie, this close!” Fred winced, pinching his fingers close without touching.

“I know but there was nothing else we could have done.” consoled George but even he himself was having a hard time. Number 93 was the perfect location for their joke shop. But now it’s gone.They are back to square one, scouting for locations.

“Fred! George! There you are! I have great news!” You yelled, not caring if you could wake up the other students.

“Oi Y/N! Be careful!.” Even in a bad mood, Fred Weasley couldn’t help being protective.

You banged the envelope on the table. “Surprise! Happy Birthday! From papa and I.”

“Another gift?” wondered George.

“So you don’t want it then?” You challenged, crossing your arms. You tried to look intimidating but the pajamas weren’t doing any good. “Cause I bet a hundred galleons that you’d shit your pants if you were to reject it.”

“That confident eh?” Smirked Fred, taking the contents of the envelope out. “ What do you think is so grand that Georgie and I would---BLOODY HELL! Y/N!” Fred kept looking down at the paper and up to you, unbelieving.

“What is it Freddie?” asked George leaning over to read whatever it was that left his brother speechless.

Re: Lease Agreement

Mr. y/l/n has submitted his endorsement to Mr. Fred Weasley and Mr. George Weasley.

The turnover of the leasing property of Shop Number 93 Diagon Alley would begin on April 1st …..

“Oh My- Y/n? Is this real?” George whispered, afraid that if he were any louder this dream would end.

“Yes, absolutely, 100%.” You affirmed. “The shop is yours! Opff-”

George embraced you tight, catching you off guard. You could feel your right shoulder getting wet. “Heyya big guy, don’t cry.” Running a hand up and down his back.

“But how?” Fred with brows creased was still stuck in a trance, you could see the paper shake in his grasp.

“You left the agreement noticed a couple of days ago. I might have accidentally read it. George said to not let you know cause you might get angry-”

“YOu KNEW?!?”

“George only knew I saw the paper. Nothing else.” You defended. “I thought i might try and help, so I called in a favour with papa. You knew how much he was impressed with the Extendable Ear, so I mentioned if he wanted to back you up. I only got his reply just now, said he’d love to and got onto ironing out the paperwork and viola!” Pointing at the document. “Oh and he also said Happy 18th Birthday, looking forward to your success and the people would be thankful for bringing a lot of much needed joy into these darkening times.”

“Thanks Y/n but this is a lot we can’t possibly-”

You cut Fred off before he could say more. “Oh please, you have done countless things for me. And I know what you’re gonna say- but see you would do the same for me. Besides think of this as your first investors. We want to help. We see your potential, we know you two, Fred, George, are gifted with bringing laughter and joy to people with your inventions."

"Thank you, truly y/n and to your dad too." Fred admitted, opening himself up. "No one's really backed us up with our inventions before, we've been always told off for being childish. It really means a lot."

“Hey, it’s the lease I could do.” You replied, causing the twins to chuckle immediately lightening up the mood.

It's great to see them relax again after weeks of stressing over the shop. Times might be changing but at least tonight, you got your best lads back.

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the-scarecrxw · 3 years

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📓 :D

okay <3 I'm very fond of The Boys Retiring apparently but I have this one fic that I've just barely started but it's probably gonna be long.

So au Jeremiah going crazy plotline never happens. it's just chaos of chaos' sake. Rome still gets shot and is out of the picture for awhile. Jonathan and Jervis are up to no good until Jervis gets arrested (Jonathan very rudely does not give a fuck and doesn't help him) then like a week later Jerome emerges and together they cause chaos.

After a seemingly only Jerome attack on the gcpd (jim voice: that knockout gas hasn't been identified, tho. could be Crane.) Jim and Harvey are searching around the gcpd for any stragglers of Jerome's followers and such and whoops they check an alley and completely interrupt Jerome and Jonathan's post mission adrenaline rush bang and after some awkward back and forth (and Rome admitting he tossed his gun the moment he saw Jon) Jim is like "fuckin idiots. please cuff yourselves."

As they're leading them away Harvey makes a snide comment calling them freaks (bc Jerome made a joke about handcuffing Jonathan) and Jonathan does Not take it well and promptly elbows him and bolts, and Jerome quickly follows. Jim and Harvey take fire but the boys are able to duck out of the alley unscathed.

or so it seemed. Jerome looks back to not see Jonathan. He of course immediately turns back and oh god Jonathan is on the ground and there's blood and Jerome is panicking and getting angry because and Jim Fucking Gordon shot his boyfriend in the lung and hes probably dying.

this got long whoops one sec

Jim. feels very bad. he has very much so always felt bad about Jonathan. he always thought if he'd been quicker he could have saved him from his dad's serum. if he payed more attention to his case afterwards he wouldn't have gotten sent to Arkham. Abused there. Wouldn't have become Scarecrow. And now he just shot him. he's just a kid, really. barely 18.

Jim of course is like "okay, be mad later and help me stabilize him. get him on his side, put lots of pressure." in the bg Harvey is calling an ambulance and a patrol car to take Jerome to the precinct. Jerome very fiercely fights that he's not leaving Jonathan, who at this point is very out of it. So out of it that Jerome is very concerned and Jim is like "uhh yeah he's in shock because his lung just collapsed" and Jerome is like👌this close to strangling Jim but that would mean taking pressure off of Jonathan's wound.

Patrol car is there, ambulance another few minutes out. Officer switches places with Jim so he can take Jerome to the precinct [AND THIS IS WHERE I LEFT OFF WRITING SO FAR] but Jerome is still refusing but he eventually manages to pull him away (Harvey replaces him to apply pressure) While they're driving to the precinct Jim awkwardly tries to reassure him that Jonathan will be okay, the operation to help him rarely has complications. Jerome doesn't respond and Jim just... politely pretends he doesn't hear Jerome biting back sobs.

They keep Jerome in one of the interrogation rooms while Jim ya know washes all this blood off himself (Jerome is still covered in it) I haven't thought much about this portion of the fic, it's moreso time filler for until Jonathan gets out of surgery. Probably just gonna be Jerome refusing to talk to anyone until he can see Jonathan. Eventually Jim gets a call from Harvey that Jonathan is out of surgery, stable, and just waking from anesthesia so it would be the perfect time to interrogate him and Jim reluctantly agrees.

Jim, though, does have a heart and informs Jerome of the news and he immediately flips and demands to see him but Jim keeps refusing until Jerome yells "I'll stay in Arkham peacefully for the rest of my life if I can just get some time with him!" Jim reluctantly agrees (and helps clean him up bc they're not gonna bring him in covered in blood)

When they arrive Harvey has already been questioning him for a bit but it hasn't gone far bc Jon is still loopy and very good at avoiding questions. The moment he sees Jerome he tries to get out of bed except he's been quite literally strapped down to it so that doesn't go well. Harvey steps back and lets Jerome sit by Jon

We get very soft times from the pov of the awkward observers. Rome holds Jon's hand, occasionally strokes his face and hair and kisses his cheek while they're quietly talking and it's all very sweet and so incredibly uncharacteristic from what they're used to seeing from. well. maniacs.

As Jon really starts to get more lucid it's clear he's not comfortable being strapped down at all, he's constantly testing the straps and squirming and Jerome starts to unstrap him but Jim is quick to protest, saying he has to stay in bed and they can't risk him trying to escape while injured and Jerome snaps "he's not going to escape! he's going to stay and cooperate. He just doesn't like the straps. They did that to him in Arkham." Jim lets Jerome finish unstrapping him. they talk quietly some more for a bit before Harvey interrupts like "hey we really got to uh. talk and shit." and they both agree so the four of them sit there and after a moment of silence Jerome goes

"I'll agree to go to Arkham and stay if Jonathan can be pardoned. Blame it on temporary insanity-- something. Anything to keep him from going back there. He can function in society-- he can." Jonathan reluctantly nods and agrees

"Arkham tried giving me a medication. it quieted the Scarecrow. made it easier to ignore his suggestions and the urges he would give me. I refused to take them... But I'll take them now. If I can visit Jerome in Arkham."

Jim and Harvey of course initially protest but Rome and Jon make a really good argument. It's clear the arrangement was something they'd talked about before, but was still painful to enact. They clung to each other's hands, shaking. They didn't like the idea of being seperated. Being together kept them sane but Jerome refused to have Jonathan go back to Arkham. it had been a long argument and a lot of convincing before Jonathan agreed to the plan of Jerome going to Arkham alone.

So.... it happens. There's an actual trial this time (bc Negotiations) Jonathan is still too hurt to attend in person so lawyer in his stead and such. Jonathan watches the news with tears in his eyes in his hospital room as they get everything they planned. As Jerome gets carted off past a jeering crowd into an Arkham inmate transfer van.

I don't have much past this point. I imagine part of the deal has Jonathan being some sort of city/state ward for awhile? he's technically an adult but he'd been in basically prison since 15, so he has help getting set back up. I imagine a filler chapter of a Very Mundane Day of Jonathan's life.

Wakes up in his shitty little apartment. takes his morning meds. has a shitty poptart breakfast (he never really liked them until Jerome introduced him to the cookies and cream flavor) Goes to some classes (he's learning psychology...) where he pretends to be a normal person. Works after school (he's a library assistant.) Gets home and ponders if he needs glasses (glasses jonathan supremacy.) Has a shitty dinner while he emails his court ordered therapist that yes he is doing perfectly fine (that's a lie) no he doesn't need to see him this week, that panicked email in the middle of the night was absolutely nothing. Takes his night meds. Does homework or studies until he passes out. Rinse and Repeat until Saturday.

Saturday is his one good day. That's his Jerome day. His therapist notes an immediate uptick in his mood on Saturdays for approximately 4 days until it rapidly drops to concerning levels. Seeing Jerome sort of... Resets him. Cant quite say happy, how can you be happy when you can only see the love of your life your boyfriend for two hours once a week? For a long time they weren't allowed to touch, Jerome was handcuffed to the table. Now they hold hands his entire visit and sit close enough to whisper to each other softly, and they try to sneak kisses when the guard looks away for a moment.

Jerome's therapist notes his mood stabilizes on Fridays and lasts until Tuesday, in which he returns to the expected maniacal behavior.

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okay I have more I want to write about this but I have to start getting ready for work so :( please enjoy this <3

#asks #b-rainlet #my writing #scarejokes #jonathan #jerome #fic: caught

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pekorosu · 4 years

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just a lil “if ash lived” headcanon that i need to unload somewhere bc i've been holding it in for a long time

- set within the manga ‘verse

- takes place when ash and eiji are in their early 30s... so around the mid 1990s?

- i don’t get the weird animanga trope where older = longer hair, so they’re gonna look the same... maybe with slightly shorter hair bc they get regular haircuts now

- (note: i've always interpreted long-haired eiji as symbolic of the fact that he couldn't move on from ash’s death)

- ash and eiji will continue living in the states, idk if still in NYC or somewhere else. they’ll move around a lot though.

- ash will mostly remain underground as he had to fake his death after lao’s stab, but he does it in a "hiding in plain sight" kind of way. only a handful of people know he’s still alive.

- ash spends most of his time on the computer, mostly coding, hacking, being a nerd, among other fun stuff.

- he also takes on “jobs” anonymously, and occasionally from max (who’s still into investigative journalism) when he needs info that can only be obtained through Dubious Means.

- i also like to think that ash's a bit of a hacker robin hood lol. but he isn’t doing it purely out of the goodness of his heart, as part of it is a subconscious need to atone for his “sins” and cleanse the gnawing and persistent feeling of shame that gets amplified when he’s around eiji.

- also whatever he’s up to these days would ofc still be Highly Dangerous and Illegal, but it keeps him busy and would sate the part of him that’s still hungry for adrenaline without him having to engage in stuff like active bloodshed or substance abuse. basically that’s how i imagine he’d try to cope with life the only way he knows.

- eiji continues to do photography and other part time gigs bc he does not like the idea of mooching off ash forever, and he slowly makes a name for himself.

- ash and eiji live together but they are NOT together in a romantic sense... not yet >:)

- therefore eiji will probably date other people in the meantime, which gets a little troublesome bc it's not like he can bring them home to where his secret Very Important Friend is secretly hiding.

- ash will maybe have one-night stands every now and then. or not. idk. this isn’t a very important detail.

- anyway there will be lots of clueless but mutual pining :)

- ash especially, is of the opinion that they should start living separately bc someone will eventually track him down, maybe someone who has a past or present grudge on him. combined with his current activities, it’s only a matter of time before eiji would unwittingly get dragged into his problems again.

- eiji is v adamantly against that plan bc he's sorta developed a debilitating sense of paranoia that ash might just get killed somewhere while he’s not looking. not that ash isn’t paranoid either, but his insecurities often tip the scale over to “eiji is safer away from me” than “with me”.

- basically they’re doing their whole “stay. no, leave. no, stay” dance all over again, but like, dragged out over MANY YEARS.

- you thought eiji’s letter would’ve cleared up any crossed wires?

- HELL NO

- like yea, there was probably a beautiful honeymoon period of about a year or two after they reunited, before their respective trauma and issues started creeping in and fucking things up again.

- esp on ash’s end, i think he’d engage in a lot of self-sabotage. and eiji is only human, he has his own limits and baggage too.

- there will be a government conspiracy plotline but on a smaller scale compared to canon that i am unfortunately not knowledgeable enough to worldbuild on, but it will probably have something to do with cybercrime/cyberterrorism/stuff like that bc it needs to tie in with ash's hacking shenanigans.

- i've heard that sing ends up becoming some sorta political big shot in yasha? idk, i haven't read it myself, but since china’s rising status was mentioned in GoL i imagine the plot should relate to that somehow.

- therefore sing would also get to be in this story!

- i guess this means yut-lung would come into the picture at some point as well, and it would be a good opportunity for a redemption arc but i haven’t given it much of a thought bc i’m indifferent to his character orz SORRY.

- look i can’t do plot, but i am basically envisioning a political thriller with a side of slow burn romance (wait, you mean like a rehash of canon?)

- i’m thinking max is the one who kicks off the story by bringing something fishy to ash, and they just end up uncovering more and more and MORE stuff as they keep going.

- so for like 80% of the story, ash and eiji will be separated bc ash will be busy spying or infiltrating something... and being at the center of Plot Things, while max and eiji will be more on the outside dealing with the journalist side of things. i’m fond of max-ash interactions but i’m also REALLY CURIOUS about max-eiji’s dynamic :D

- meanwhile sing will be like, half in and half out i imagine. he's versatile like that lol

- ...i did NOT mean that in a dirty way

- anyway, this will provide ash and eiji ample space to work out their issues separately, as i think living in close quarters for so many years has actually been aggravating them. ofc those issues don’t get 100% resolved by the end, but some time apart from each other to cool off and spend with other people should provide a bit of perspective.

- i want ash to make some NEW FRIENDS (!!!) that are on the same wavelength as him bc there’s only so much that he can tell eiji and i’m sure he gets rather lonely, so there will be OCs that he will meet in the middle of Plot Things.

- ash will get trapped at some point. preferably with sing so they can have a much needed heart-to-heart talk. they��ll have a lot to hash out, ranging from the events in BF, shorter’s and lao’s death, all the way to ash’s love life.

- btw i like the idea of eiji and sing being close drinking buddies who confide in one another but ash is kinda, justalittle, not very happy about that LOL

- i mean, it's not like eiji can confide in ash when ash is the topic at hand, ya get me? as for sing, he’s similar to ash in the sense that they live dangerous lives, so i imagine he just finds it nice to be able to hang out with someone mundane like eiji every now and then.

- not to say that ash and sing aren’t talking to each other at all, but i think they’d have a bit of a rift between them. sing probably does feel some resentment, both at ash for killing lao AND at himself bc he knows deep down that given a choice, he would’ve saved ash over his own brother. ash can sense that tortured vibe, so eiji’s like their middle man. AND THAT’S WHY THEY NEED A HEART-TO-HEART TALK

- (SIDE NOTE: i want akira to have a role in this too. i actually have a separate headcanon that happens prior to this story... kinda like an alternate GoL?

akira goes to the states to visit eiji, but ash is also there, yeah? akira and ash start out sorta prickly with each other bc ash is all weird and standoffish and always cooped up in his room. she probably mistook him as a jobless model mooching off eiji at first since 1) eiji and ibe have never spoken about him back in japan (cuz he’s supposed to be dead), 2) why would eiji be living with some random hot guy? unless they met during one of his photography gigs? right???

and then she ends up witnessing them in the middle of a tiff, which makes her not like ash even more bc HOW DARE HE YELL AT POOR OKUMURA-SAN??? UNGRATEFUL JERK!!!

but over the course of her visit, she snoops around learns a bit about their history and gathers hints as to why their r’ship is kinda strained. also ash and akira somehow end up bonding (reluctantly) over their emotional insecurities and part on a friendly rivalry to win over eiji’s affections (which eiji is completely oblivious to. also akira may have been 100% serious but ash was just jokingly playing along with her (OR WAS HE???)). anyway long story short, ash teaches akira some cool tech/IT stuff along the way so that leads to her gaining an interest in the field.

she won’t be able to do much in this story, but a minor role would be cool :)

^ a lighthearted gyoza-making scene amid all the angst)

- (SIDE NOTE #2: i ALSO want cain to feature in this, but bc canon provided very little bg info on him it’s hard for me to figure out where he’d fit. but i suppose that’s precisely why it would be great to include him, since i can just make up my own backstory! lol. for now, i think he should be connected to one of the new OCs to make him more central to the plot. or heck, he can be involved himself! ...yeah, i’m just salty about how cain was treated more like a convenient plot device compared to the other major side characters. we barely know anything about him even though he was one of ash’s most trusted allies. #caindeservedbetter2k20)

- anyway, back to the main story. ash (and his new "friends") barely escape where they’re held hostage. ash would be rusty with combat now as he’s spent the past few years doing only stealth work and being rather sedentary.

- so there’ll be lotsa old man!ash jokes like them poking fun at him whenever he complains about his back hehe

- when they finally emerge outside they find themselves in the middle of nowhere! they then hijack a passing pickup truck and do a roadtrip back to civilisation. ROAD TRIP FTW

- at this point, quite some time has already passed and ash even has a fuzzy beard and mane and all. he’s standing at the back of the truck with a small smile on his face and the wind blowing in his hair, thinking GONNA GO BACK AND SEE EIJI, MISS HIM LOADS, HELL YEA

- (bonus: this song and this scene is the catalyst for this entire headcanon btw)

(drew this about a year ago. i was trying to imitate the manga’s art style... and the ash i had in my mind was a little different. i’m too lazy to redraw, but he’s fuzzier now okay! MORE FUZZ! like an actual freakin LION!)

- meanwhile, eiji and max will get into some deep shit around this point?

- eiji in the pic above was me imagining that the Bad Guys had tossed some damning evidence (eg. severed body part?) on the ground like “ash’s dead/ash’s in a lot of danger now so hand over all the info u have”

- and eiji and max are like. SHOOKETH

- this would be the 3rd time ash has “died” after all, and as they say... 3rd time's the charm...

- eiji almost gives in, but then max spits in their face like fuck no and then... yeah. they get beat up and taken away or something lol

- EDIT: hmm... what if the Bad Guy is someone IN the government, and he uses his power to get eiji and max arrested for aiding and abetting a wanted fugitive (ash). and then ash has to rescue them... JAILBREAK STYLE

- also it might be cool to introduce ash's mom somewhere in this story... maybe SHE'S the villain! mwahaha *drama intensifies*

- anyways they will get saved by ash and gang bc that’s just the way things go, BUT! only on the condition they already made it out at least 80% of the way bc GODDAMN IT👏LET👏EIJI👏BE👏BADASS👏FOR👏ONCE👏

- (that is, after he overcomes the initial shock of ash possibly being dead again... again...... again............)

- there will ofc be moments of “oh my god, you’re okay” "i thought i lost you...!"

- something like this, because one can never have enough cheesy reunion scenes

- this will eventually lead to REVELATIONS (of the romantic kind, yes)

- buuuut they will never say "i love you" directly to each other bc ash is too emotionally constipated and eiji is too japanese. it's okay, they will communicate it through heated stares 👀

- i would love for there to be a scene where they have to be separated again for Plot Reasons and ash sorta hesitantly goes all "...will you wait for me?" as a direct parallel to canon!eiji's "i'll be waiting" and it’s like,

- FINALLY!

- FINALLY!!!!!!!!!! ash has finally allowed himself to ask for this, to let himself want it!

- and eiji would be like OF COURSE I WILL YOU BIG DUMMY, ALWAYS AND FOREVER

- but i think it'd be hilarious if eiji pops up while ash's in the middle of the final showdown and ash's like WTF I TOLD YOU TO WAIT FOR ME and eiji's like I WAS WORRIED OKAY YOU WERE TAKING SO LONG

- idk how this is supposed to end...

- oh wait! since the plot is government-related, maybe Someone will be able to pull strings to wipe out ash’s criminal record (past and present) and give him a brand new 100% legal identity, as thanks for his efforts? or maybe ash (or sing) just does it himself somewhere along the way LOL. anyway, he’ll be able to start over with a fresh clean slate and finally work on recovery FOR REAL NOW. yes this is a happy ending AND it didn’t require him to go to japan /flips off canon

- ...i realise it’s never going to be that simple but W H A T E V E R

- (also they probably will visit japan in the future with that shiny new passport... gotta meet the in-laws and all y’know)

- who do i gotta pay to write this cheesy self-indulgent fic for me

#since tumblr is for talking to myself that is exactly what im gonna do now #a very long self-indulgent post //#banana fish

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yoitscro · 4 years

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First thought: Homestuck^2 should've just been called Beyond Canon, and more people should call it that.

The 2 was put on for chuckles; HS trending the day it was announced with it being a sequel spoke enough about how such a thing shant be underestimated, and why Homestuck is ABSOLUTELY more than just our small twitter crowd (and the scrap of us still on tumblr). I say that because remembering the Beyond Canon part slightly reassures me about the fact that this is a fanwork that will do some weird shit, and things I don't agree with, but isn't something that I have to subscribe to enjoying all the way with how I engage with Homestuck.

Homestuck 2 is not the canon continuation. Homestuck 2: Beyond Canon, is an OFFICIAL continuation.

Not having it on such an important stool and as the only content we all are only allowed to digest should come from both people who obsessively dislike it, and people who defensively support it. If a character says they kick babies then I can say, hey that's weird, maybe not great writing, but I can pretend they don't in my content, and i dont have to send threats or call people cishet white men for it! and, it's an absolutely great thing that we were all encouraged to create our own ideas without anyone who's influenced us to do so squinting their eyes when we actually go through with it. Glad I don't have to put this story up to the expectations of being a sequel to a 11 year, worldwide IP that's shooketh the internet landscape since it's merely optional, Death of the Author persists, and ideas aren't just dominated and revolved around the perspective of a 1% in this entire fanbase.

That said.

As an OFFICIAL continuation versus a canon one, HS2 is ok. It certainly has that fanfiction vibe, and a story it wants to tell. I can't really tell what that story is since we have like, 10 sub plots rn though. There's not a real a clear indicator on where the focus of main conflict is that connects all these stories together.

I thought that the prose in replacement of Vriska's battle was jarring, but not teeerribly surprising for the format HS2 is going for. It's more so using drawings to compliment text versus Homestuck's usual of panels being side by side with visual importance, or even itself being the one compliment. It sorta feels weird tho that it brought old fans back in with art just for them to get sneered at when they get a bit upset that there won't be main staples of art known to progress the story forward.

Also people who mock people for “having to read homestuck” knowing there’s language barriers and struggling focus from those who’ve been use to something that was never so dense, are ridiculous.

Personally this could be solved by knowing how old flashes worked, having way more artists on the team, maybe even an art director if not already, and noting that we're not asking for the next Cascade. Rome wasn't built in a day, but Rose Ride sure was, and Homestuck’s animation is absolutely not the same as a 12-24 framed 12 minute cartoon. That, or just snuff the illustrative art as a whole since it's very clear on where the focus is.

I’m sure you’re not here trying to see my opinions on how the outer workings are though, versus plot.

Uuuuh, let's see. Yiffy's still a name I don't care to use until I eventually get tired of any of my art that do not show up in tags. This is fine and not as offensive as people are saying it is. Minors who want to cosplay this character don't have to call themselves this character. Not wanting to be one letter away from accidentally entering a very NSFW space of twitter is fine. Also the lot of people call Tavros, Tavvy.

I hope Kanaya's anger at being cucked is actually seen versus being implied through fan guesses and another character having to say she was.

Roxy needs to be more of an involved character. Where are they during all this?

Jane should have a mention of her relations to HIC being a main/bad influence on her current parallels to Alternian dictatorship.

The PRE-RETCON GROUP should have a fun one-shot update for fans who like them, since they oughta be around if they fell through the ghost hole. Most of them. The sprites that aren't Jasprosesprite should also show up too, since they're around.

Aaaaaand I think we should be extra careful going into the future when it comes to the alien rebellion. It's weird that a lot of the writers are white and toy around with concepts that can be a not so great parallel to racism. Currently not great timing rn! If the characters are going to remain aracial, but with them still doing not much to reference other non-white earth cultures or getting new hair cuts that have different textures (looking at you, Rose), we shant make the species with actual biological benefits a racism commentary. the xeno joke at least had a play on words. If any writer has happened upon this then a, please don't get mad at me again haha, and b, consider having more black writers or directional assistance on your squad. You know who they are.

In the future. I casually want the ghost from the Dream Bubbles to be shown since it's a big elephant in the room to not have a single one of them in the bg despite a load of them appearing from the ghost whole. Don't gotta give them speaking lines, especially the dancestors. I personally don't know if I want that right now.

I also hope in the future that we don't get HS content that is only going to revolve around HS2, if it's optional enough to engage with without being the only option. That's why PQ could ended a bit better for me, and why I hope it's not the main thing that's keeping Hiveswap on the backburner. I don't think it's farfetched to consider that multiple HS content could come from more than just one team; to relieve work load, but to also strengthen the idea that Homestuck can be a various amount of perspectives when it comes to the ideas fans have. The most dedicated fans leading the direction of the story is not just a handful of them. If anything, at least acknowledge the massive ass fan projects going on once in awhile to showcase the different avenues.

"Hey Cro, you sure have bitched about this alot. Do you have anything good to say? Why don't you stop reading if you hate it so much!"

Not every comment needs to be golden, love. Again, some of these decisions I eck at, but ultimately they're just words on a computer that I'm not holding anyone at gun point to do, and I'm curious to see how the story handles itself going forward, since again, it's just a fanwork. Sometimes I wish to not only see where the plot goes, but to see a writer's craft in action.

Good Things:

The Art. Again, please have more artists. It'd help so much, especially since the main one is also double timing for VE. That said, HS2 sticks out to me because of the way the color composition is used. Aside from hair and other tiny things, I haven't seen black used a lot, which makes colors pop. It's really nice to look at. I hope we get more sharper styles of character in the future, since it builds on nostalgia and makes the trolls feel much less like they're from Repiton, but I can deal with it for the most part. I also like that one panel where the omega kids and vriska are talking in the dark room, and based on where they're standing, the text aligns. Tasty as hell.

Meat and Candy still do hold neat logic in the direction the stories go. Candy, while it could be more tasteless in some areas, is chaotic and too much of a good thing. Meat is having something a little more straightforward, though I'm not sure quite yet where it's going. I always found Candy to be the part of the epilogue that actually entertained me the most, from how much of a surreal Robot Chicken skit at 3am it felt. Sometimes the jokes slapped real nice and made me wonder, going in, how is this monkeys paw gonna play out and, hopefully, make people laugh or smirk like they got a good roast at themself?

The slightly episodic feel of each update is what I wanted from the Epilogues, so it's interesting to see that play out when it comes to switching different perspectives.

The bonus updates get points for featuring characters that a lot of us have been wanting to see for ages.

Hopefully this isn't unpopular, but I think the tension of Yiffy's introduction was nicely composed and written (ignoring some of the things I wish for Jane). It leaves you with enough want to see what'll happen next time. You could also say that despite her growling and making a lot of noise, it's not actually bad writing: I see it as the audience being forced to see her in the same perspective that Jane see's her; a dog. Upon no context we're seeing the same thing while knowing things are obviously off, and once we see this character in a new environment where their personality shines, it'll have a bigger impact her own character being humanized. So I like that.

Okay, I think that's all I got. I improv wrote most of this; hopefully I won't be taken out of context since I don’t think that HS2′s writing should ultimately be a judgement of the writers as people, nor treated as if they should hold the same unhealthy work environment that Andrew forced himself to do when writing the og comic. And I'm still like, donating to the patreon and everything, lol.

[runs away]

edit: i was going to put the cw as another positive thing for the comic...but...yeaaaah.

#hs2 #beyond canon #homestuck 2 //#i ran out of room so i posted this here lol.

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gukptune · 5 years

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— SOFTY (m)

↛ seokjin x reader

a freshman and senior seemingly despise each other, one says the other acts older than they are and one says the other acts like a child, a feud brewing within the estranged pair.

↛ genre: gb n’ bg series, uni!au, good boy!seokjin, smut, fluff

↛ warnings: explicit language, slight age gap, unprotected sex, little bit of masturbation, vanilla sex

↛ words: 7.5k

↛ note: like mentioned above the sex is vanilla cuz he’s old yah know, it fits the concept okaaay

Lacklustre, was the kindest thing you could say about this party. The music was absolute crap, the drinks weren’t even getting you relatively drunk and the people here could barely get a few words out from how fucking timid they were. You didn’t plan on partying, but Jisoo wanted to come see her boyfriend and begged you to come with. But of course as soon as her eyes caught sight of her man she left you with the dust.

You were fumbling in the kitchen of the host’s house, seemed like the host lived with their parents due to the sheer amount of adult utensils, what kind of college kid would have multiple toasters.

You were also sure from the family pictures all over the walls, kind of cute, most party hosts would hide that stuff.

The cabinets were filled with healthy cereals, nuts and dried fruits. A family like this should have some sort of hard liquor hidden, you know your own parents even had their own wine cellar. As you peaked into the fridge there wasn’t anything interesting but a cola, you picked up the can with a huff before you could hear a few people step foot inside the kitchen.

“I can’t help you much with psychology Namjoon,” An unfamiliar voice clearly, they didn’t take note of you or couldn’t see you from your position.

The boy who was probably Namjoon groans with frustration, “I don’t even know why I chose to study this.”

“Because you like knowing how people feel without asking them?” The other boy teases as he steps closer to where you were currently, crouching.

With that you jumped up from your crouch, revealing yourself to them from the other side of the island. A shriek left both their lips as if you had frightened them beyond their heart could take, the shorter one holding onto his chest and heaving.

“You—holy shit, what—how,” He asked, trying to catch his breath.

His buddy holds onto the poor dude chuckling.

“He meant, how didn’t we notice you,” Namjoon asked.

You shrugged taking a sip of your cola, “Dunno, maybe you’re both blind.”

As if they’ve never heard someone say something like that they looked at you with such shock, you cocked your head taking a look at them. What you could say was that they exuded the most nerd energy you’ve never fucking seen.

The Namjoon boy sported a dress shirt tucked into his slim fit trousers. Whilst the other, visibly more attractive to you, wore a navy sweater with a black turtle neck peaking from the base of his neck. But of the way they carried themselves told you enough about them.

“Well, see you around.” You began making your way out of the kitchen, hearing a sound come out of the other boy’s mouth but not bothering to look back. You weaved into the crowd as the music seemingly got louder, making you want to find a whole to hide in at this point.

He bothered you, a lot. You were mostly bothered by him, he didn’t do anything to you but he kept looking your way as if you were some sort of freak. It was also extremely noticeable how he’d constantly find himself in the same area as you, and no it was not a coincidence anymore.

Finally, you found Jisoo again and dragged her away from her boyfriend who didn’t seem to mind at all.

“What’s his name?” You nodded towards the brunette who tries to blend in by looking at some pictures on the wall. Currently you were situated near the front of the house, not that the house was large it all but it was cozy and maze like enough to hide in some corners easily. You leaned against the rail of the staircase that you dragged her on, not going up all the way.

Jisoo looked in the direction of your head nod and visibly perks up, “Ah! It’s Kim Seokjin!”

You raised an eyebrow at her enthusiasm. “He’s in my biology class, he’s a senior I think. Did you know he’s like super smart, he’s majoring in bio-chemistry, just like Spider-Man—“

You interrupted her with a overly loud yawn, pointing out, “Why are you telling me all this, I only asked for his name.”

Jisoo who can’t seem to lie or keep a straight face grins like a child in a candy shop, she weaves her fingers together as she rolls on her heels, “Well, I think he’s got a crush on you.”

Your face stretches into a disgusted scowl, “Uh, gross.”

“Oh come on! He’s cute—“

“And old!”

Jisoo smacks you in the arm causing you to let out a gasp, “He’s my age!”

“My point exactly—”

You ducked before she could hit you again, laughing as you turned around walking backwards up the stairs with a hand holding Jisoo away from you at an arm’s length.

“We both know we’re only friends because you like treating me like a little sister right.”

Jisoo’s eyebrows stitched together, “Doesn’t mean I’m old!”

“Well, if we think statistically, you’re a millennial and I’m a gen z which makes us very different. If that’s not enough, we like very different things, talk very differently and well, see the world differently.” You tried to explain to a grumpy Jisoo.

“Still doesn’t mean I’m old!”

Before you could retort and spit out another factor, a very clumsy person rushed past you before you could see them. You turned with a huff, about to yell as you see it was Seokjin who was running towards the bathroom. Slipping past you were who you assumed were his friends.

“Aw, look, you made him cry!”

You whipped your head around looking at Jisoo, stomping your foot childishly, “He didn’t go running to the bathroom because I made him cry, gosh, why do you say shit like that.”

You dropped off the steps, getting around Jisoo. She stops you with an arm blocking your path looking you right in the eye, you sighed in frustration as you rubbed your face with your hands, “I say shit like that to make your life more interesting, you should probably check if he’s actually crying or not.”

She turns you around and pushes you up the stairs, “He’s not crying though!”

“You don’t know that.” You could practically hear the grin on her face.

You grunted your entire way towards the bathroom upstairs, you knew exactly where it was mainly because you nearly spent your entire time in there during the lame party.

You could see the crowd of boys murmuring to themselves around the agape bathroom door, you pushed past them towards your focus. Seeing Seokjin coming into view with his face all red and blotchy.

“Aye! Park Jimin, fuck off. You find your volleyball girlfriend somewhere and leave me alone!”

“Hyung! I’m trying to help you please just direct that vomit to the toilet,” Jimin groans, “Can you also stop crying please, it’s making me sad too, hyung.”

Seokjin pushes Jimin until he fell onto his bum, you stood in the frame of the door with the rest of the boys leaving the scene as you appeared. You rolled your eyes hoping this wasn’t going to be going in the direction you think it will.

You could see Seokjin planted on his butt with his head leaning against the sink counter as he vents to himself.“That’s the first time I’ve seen her that close, I couldn’t even say anything!”

“Hyung, it’s okay, you’ll see her again,” the poor younger boy did try his best.

Seokjin sniffled, turning away from Jimin with his eyes shut, “See her again? For her to say what, that I’m old! Like I said, she’s too good for me.”

Alright, at this point it was very clear he was talking about you. You didn’t know whether you should be flattered. You didn’t feel bad though, it was kind of funny that he took a joke this far.

Seokjin, fumbled with his top before he looks up, right at the door frame where you stood to pretty much have his eyeballs pop out of their sockets, “She’s here!”

Jimin whips his head around to see you looking right back him with your eyebrows stitched together as if you were confused and concerned. He stood up, brushing off his trousers as he nods at you, “Hey! Could you please help with him, thank you so much y/n!”

Park Jimin had the guts to weave past you and shut the door, pushing you into the small bathroom with a man-child sprawled all over the floor like an omelette someone had dropped. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the imagery.

“So now you’re just going to laugh at me?” He whines, acting very hurt, at least he managed to say something.

You rolled your eyes as you dropped on your knees in front of him, staring at him dead on.

“What are you doing,” You said, “Look at yourself, you’re acting like a kid.”

Seokjin frowned, his eyes dropping to the floor like you’d just told him off, “I’m sorry.”

“What?”

Seokjin sighs, looking up to meet your eyes, “I said I’m sorry.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because I put you in this situation, you probably hate it, and me.”

Oh god, now he’s really sad. The lack of sympathy you had for most people seemingly disappeared, you actually felt kind of bad, maybe because he looked really cute all huddled up hugging himself.

Maybe it was weird since he had tears running down his face and his lips were swollen, his very plump large lips were—

Shit, what were you thinking.

He had been staring at you too, he had to had noticed how you lost your words and just stared at his most prominent feature and very attractive prominent feature that you’d love to—

“I don’t hate you, stupid.”

Seokjin finally releases himself from his own hug, seemingly opening up to let you in figuratively.

“Really?”

You shrugged, “Yea, as long as you don’t cry anymore like a little bitch.”

After that you had managed to get him out of the bathroom, having him trail behind you like a lost puppy for nearly the entire night. He also resorted back into a snail hiding in his shell. You concluded that his friends made him nervous, they kept looking over your way and well they were pretty happy for him, anyone would be if you saw your friend finally talking to their crush.

If only they knew Seokjin kept his lips shut the entire night, if only he could’ve gained some sort of confidence and well put those lips to good work, you would’ve enjoyed your night much more.

After that party came the rest of the week, of which you had only gotten a glimpse of him every now and then. You had the urge to ask him what’s with that, you had thought he would at least try something, after all you did befriend him.

“You keep looking his way,” Jisoo said with her mouth full of her yogurt, “Don’t tell me you’ve got a crush, y/n, I can’t believe you’re falling for a nerd!”

She sounded happy for some reason, as if she was relieved by the idea, that was still an idea and nothing more. You grunt, shaking your head aggressively, “Don’t—”

“He’s really nice, kind, he’ll treat you right. His family is wealthy and look at him—”

“You know if you actually think of him so highly you could date him,” You interrupted, eyeing her now that the party had gone south for her.

With that being brought up, Jisoo pouts as she dug at the bottom of her plastic cup. It was rather out of nowhere, that after only a few weeks together, she was dumped.

“He’s a prick,” She said, referring to her now ex-boyfriend.

You nod your head in agreement, “Told ya.”

“He literally had sex with me once!” She whined, “And then he told me I was shit!”

You let out a deep sigh, pursing your lips. God, some guys could truly be brutal. By all means, she did decide to date the biggest fuckboy in school and she was hot.

“Shit at what? exactly” You asked.

Jisoo leaned in from across the table, whispering “Doggy style.”

Which immediately made you groan and squeeze the centre of your forehead with your fingers, “He’s a fucking noob, oh my god, seriously I can’t believe you thought you were bad. Jisoo, in a position like that he’s the only one fucking you, we can’t do shit from being held down like that.”

Her eyes widened in realisation, “Thats why I felt so useless.”

“All we could do is push our butt against them, this is stupid, he’s so stupid.” You managed to make her feel better.

“So he’s the shit one at sex,” She wiggled her eyebrows with pride.

“Duh,” You replied.

She did truly believe him, as if he was to blame her for the shitty sex. He was probably the worst guy to ever hook up with, from your friends elsewhere they said he only cared for himself during sex and cared little for his partners. A dick pretty much.

“Oh! He’s looking at you.”

You heard Jisoo quip as your eyes met with Seokjins from across the cafeteria. He seemed to jump when you noticed him. Pulling up one of his friends to hide his standing form, which didn’t work since he was much taller than the friend.

Even a tiny look and he was already blushing head to toe, as if your ego couldn’t get any bigger. You waved a hand at him and gave him a smile.

Seeing the boy, blink back at you as if he couldn’t believe it before he waves back enthusiastically.

“Awe, young love.” Jisoo sighed euphorically, leaning on her hand.

You cocked your head at her, “Say that again and your yogurt won’t make it’s way to your mouth.”

At the end of the day, and the end of the week you had finished your final class of the semester and was ready to party yourself to death. A party finally hosted by someone you could stand and well, had a whole lot of money to drop on booze.

As you began walking home you could see a very specific boy standing on the sidewalk as he seemingly looked like he was waiting for a ride. Your heart beats faster within an instant as you approached him.

“Hey,” You said, watching as he turns his head to see you right next to him.

His eyes widened as he takes out his earphones, clearly flexing with those earpods, before responding, “Hi, y/n.”

He looked great today, a simple gray sweater and dark jeans. His hair done messily, probably from his whole day in lab.

“How are you?” You started the conversation on something you hoped he could answer easily, of which he did.

“Great, I managed to finish my project in class and left early. I felt bad leaving the others back in class but they didn’t mind, I also have a family dinner apparently. I was definitely not aware of that until a few minutes ago but—” He pauses for a second as he looks into your eyes, he lets out a cough, “Sorry, how was your day.”

He must’ve stopped himself thinking he was rambling on about something you didn’t care much for, honestly it was fun hearing him finally speak his mind and well speak to you. Just a tiny progress.

“Nothing too interesting, had my last class today so I’m free until school starts up again after Christmas,” You explained, taking a look around for a second before continuing, “Do you not live at home?”

“No, my parents think it’s better for me to have my own responsibilities and have my own space for things I want to do... but I do live with some of my friends,” He trails off.

A little part of yourself wanted to imagine if the boy brought girls to his place, you bet it was nice seeing as his parents were extremely well off. You could think of many things he could be doing in a flat, all for himself with anyone.

“Are you having dinner with your parents?” You asked.

You realised how bright he was, excited to talk about his family, he must love them. He took a second to respond though, seemingly just staring back at you. Before he shakes his head a little, nodding with a big smile on his face.

“Yes, and well my siblings. Think of it as a monthly update on our lives,” He explains, rolling the airpods in his hands as he did.

You nod biting your lips as you looked down, playfully hitting his feet with your own, “Is the dinner tonight?”

He nods, his eyebrows raised as if he was wondering why you kept asking of it.

You pursed your lips, “All night?”

“I’m not sure about that yet, uhm, why are you asking?” He watches as your hand came up to tangle in his hoodie strings.

“Well, there’s this party. You could come—after the dinner,” You suggested, “I really want you there.”

There was no lie in that, you wondered if he would actually agree. A family dinner wouldn’t drag into the night would it? Then again, his family probably talked about his extremely difficult course, their future, shit that actually dragged on.

He took a moment to look at you with the most confused face you’ve ever seen on a person, “Me? You—you’re inviting me to a party...because you want me there?”

He must’ve thought he was dreaming, the boy was literally pinching himself. You nodded, trying to convince him, “Yes, I want you there, Jin, you can bring your friends too—if you want.”

“My friends? Would that be okay with the—uh—the—”

“The host? Of course, if he has a problem with it. I’ll deal with it.” With that he was convinced, you thought, nodding to himself as he probably thinks of how to get his friends there.

“I’ll—uhm, try to leave my family’s place at nine then?” He asked, looking at his phone at the time with his face scrunched.

You laughed, shaking your head at how early the boy thought he had to be there, “The party would start at eleven, you can come at midnight or something like that.”

“Oh...that’s very late.”

You shrugged, tying up his hoodie strings together, he gulps slightly at how close your hand was to touching his very nice chest, “It’s a normal time, just call me.”

You took his phone out of his hand to see that he didn’t have a lock on his phone, what a weirdo. Typing in your number quickly you handed it back to his shaky hands.

“Wear something, hot?” You smiled, tapping his shoulder as you walked past him to leave.

Giving him no time to think or stop you, clearly you wanted to leave him wanting more. You could hear him mutter loudly as he looks down at his top. Venting about how you tangled up his top to the point that could choke him.

You just couldn’t wait for that party now, huh.

As the time was well past midnight you stumbled around the house wondering where he was, you couldn’t see none of his nerdy friends though the place was very crowded, much more crowded than the last party you got yourself into.

Jisoo was over on the couch trying her best to play spin the bottle without chickening out, as if you’d ever play a game like that, you’re just asking yourself for herpes at that point. You didn’t stop her, she wanted to do it, after all her ex-boyfriend was watching every move she made.

You managed to get yourself into a secluded area of the house, where one person sat with his hands on a piano, playing nothing.

“Yoongi?”

He turns around, seeing you talk towards him. He flashes you a smile as he notices you’ve lost your shoes, “Are you here to ask for where your shoes are?”

“Psh, no. I’m here to ask if you’ve seen some nerdy looking boys,” You leaned against the piano, asking him in a playful tone.

Min Yoongi, was a good boy. He only looked bad on the exterior, and god, he looked extremely hot in his black getup and mellow attitude. Never the less you were here asking for another.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow at you, “Nerdy looking boys? Sorry to say, I haven’t seen them.”

You hissed, turning to lean your back against the piano with frustration.

“If you’re looking for someone, can’t you call that someone?” He adds, immediately beginning to play the keys before you could say something back. He was right, you could call him, or was your ego too big to allow yourself to do such a thing—

It kept ringing with an answer, fuck, you managed to swallow for pride for what. To be stood up, now you felt pathetic.

Kim Seokjin, stood you up. How could someone like him, drop the opportunity to be here with you. That didn’t even anger you as much as knowing that you invited him yet, he wasn’t here to ease you of your boredom. Even the split second you had with him on the street was the most thrilling moment of your month, somehow a prissy nerd managed to get you whipped.

You thought about leaving, going home to sleep, something Yoongi would do. Unless of course, the tides changed and you suddenly get a buzz in your pocket that made you jump.

You pulled out your phone to see it be him, Seokjin, you sneered wondering if he was calling to make an excuse, you took the chance and answered, immediately your ear being filled with the sound of his voice.

“Hi! Hey, y/n! Shit, I’m so sorry, fuck, I had to go pick up the guys. Are you mad at me? Please don’t be,” Seokjin continued to ramble on as the words went in one ear and out the other.

Seokjin swearing was truly a strange feeling, somehow kind of kinky to hear such a preppy boy spit such vile. You let him go on until he had stopped for you to respond, and of course you couldn’t really stay mad knowing how awful he felt, “I’m not mad, but could you get here faster, I’m dying.”

“You’re—you’re dying? What happened!” He pretty much yells in panic, which resulted in you hearing his friends start to panic too.

You scrambled to calm him down, “No! Not actually dying, I’m figuratively dying... of boredom?”

You could hear a very loud sigh of relief, as if he just dropped his entire chest, “Thank god, I thought, wow.”

Now you held in your laugh, it was funny to say the least. Only a few years in age difference and here he was acting like he’s never heard a joke in his life. Yet, you’ve heard him pull dad jokes as if he was forty.

It took him only a couple of minutes after you ended the call to get here, you had opened the door for them knowing they may have been too scared to ring it themselves or just walked in like everyone else. Whilst, his friends scattered around the party you managed to keep Seokjin attached to you for most of the night.

“Did you have a good dinner?” You asked, getting him a drink from one of the icebox in the kitchen. You shook the little ice off of it as you handled it to him, his hand brushing over yours without him flinching for once. You leaned your side against the counter, looking right at him as he looks down.

“It was—alright.”

You cocked your head, raising your eyebrows, “Something happen?”

“No...not really, just the same ole stuff,” He hobbles around, popping open the drink as he took a sip as if it was way for him to not talk about it anymore.

You thought about asking him about it more, it seemed like something he didn’t really want to talk about so you let it go. Giving him a grin you saw him blink at you strangely, “What?”

He blinks again, as if he couldn’t come up with the right words, “I—just, you’re—you look really...hot.”

You perked up, letting out a small ‘oh’ as you pushed yourself off the counter. Clearly it was a good choice to wear an almost off the shoulder top that had a fat tank strap on one side, a choice you made just to show more skin. That and you just wore a tartan skirt that flowed slightly, definitely adding to the plumpness of your bottom. You were glad he noticed and said something.

“And you,” You replied, “Not that you don’t look great everyday, just today you look hot not just cute.”

That must’ve been something for him to take as he blushes, holding up the can higher as if it would hide his pretty face at all. You chuckled, leaning towards him.

You grabbed his wrist and pulled it away from his face, he was tall, you craned your neck a little to look up at him. There he was looking right at where you were, you then dropped your gaze towards that of his lips, twitching slightly at how your breath was brushing past it.

“Jin—”

“Yes?”

You swallowed, biting onto your lips as you pushed his wrist towards the table making him drop the drink onto it. You breathed out heavily, hoping he’d take the hint, at this point most guys would take the leap but knowing him, he was too much of a good boy to do it on a whim.

“I want you.”

He raised his eyebrows, “You want me to what?”

You could roll your fucking eyes right now, he was so oblivious, that or he was in-denial. You were hoping it was the latter, you were obvious, occasionally trying to brush your ass up against him whilst you walked around. Even brushing your hand against his thigh whenever you’d sit down.

You sighed, tilting your head, “Really? You really want me to spell it out?”

“Spell? I don’t—”

“Kim Seokjin, you stupid nerd, I want you,” You tried your best to explain to him with the tone of your voice, at this point you were sure he was just denying it. You pushed his wrist onto the small of your back and pushed yourself against him. His breath hitching as he fumbles with that hand.

You leaned in, lips brushing against his, “Do you get what I mean?”

“I—I think so,” He stuttered, his eyes moving around behind you as if he was worried someone would see, “Do you really want to though? You’re—”

“Not too good for you—”

With that you pressed your lips against his, tilting into his lips as you held onto the back of his neck pulling him into you. His lips didn’t move with you at first, must’ve been the shock, he then realised that you weren’t in for just a peck.

His hand tightening on the side of your waist as his empty hand pulled you in at the hip, your stomach now flat to his pelvis, feeling the rather friendly thing he was hiding in his pants.

Your lips moved together roughly, more rough that you thought he could handle. Of course, you lead the pace, knowing him he wouldn’t try to. He only tilts his head in the same direction you did, allowing him to pretty much swallow you. You let out a whimper at the tightness of his palm, holding onto your waist as if he was going to lose it somehow.

He must’ve liked it, his crotch acting on its own.

You unlatched yourself from his lips, with a pop. A whine leaving your lips as you opened your eyes to those shut of Seokjin’s with his lips redden and full. You moaned, pressing your hips into his cock, feeling it twitch within it’s confinement.

“Y/n...”

“Yea?” You replied, running your hands up his nape, lacing his hair between your fingers as you pulled. His eyes would shut in pleasure, with a grunt like sigh leaving his lips. At least he was relatively vocal.

“We—we can’t do this here,” He said, allowing you some space to look around. He mustn’t have been to a party like this where either everyone was too high or too drunk to think. Of course, no one was looking your way, but at least he was a gentlemen.

You agreed, pulling at the collar of his sweater, “Does that mean we can do this elsewhere?”

He had suggested taking it to his house, which was great, you just couldn’t wait. He had left the car with one of his friends, one of the boys that lived with him. You didn’t mind, here you were walking to his place with your arms linked with his. Ever so often you could sense him staring at you, probably in disbelief.

You were in disbelief, were you really about to take him home…to fuck him?

There wasn’t much time to think through it as you’ve arrived, apparently, he takes you into his condo. Passing through a very fancy looking lobby which made you wonder if his parents had paid for it or did he and his friends manage to, never the less you walked into the elevator along with him and made way to his door.

At his door, he pressed his thumb against the keypad which lit up with a passcode for him to press in but instead he just swipes his keycard against it and the door unlocks, fancy.

He pushed the door open for you, allowing you to walk in first. You took in the place, very well kept for a bunch of university kids living together. He must’ve noticed your pleasantly surprised expression.

“I—uh, I try to keep the place together,” He said.

You chuckled, “You? Just you?”

He shyly laughs as well, brushing up his hair as he watched you wonder around his place, “They others aren’t as keen on, wasting their time on this stuff I guess. I just dislike mess.”

“You’re pretty much their caretaker at this point, Jin,” You looked to him, seeing his lips twitch as you said his name.

His very visibly still red lips, messed up by your lipstick previously and his hair, that he had tried to tame still tousled on his head. You sunk into having a way too creative mind again, seeing his broad shoulders right at eye level. Him leaning so casually against his kitchen table, you could imagine just dropping on your knees and taking his thick cock right in your—

“Would you like to see my room?”

With that you nodded, sort of over eagerly. He smiles, leading the way to his bedroom.

As you entered the room, you could see his personality all over his room. His walls were the plain gray colour, yet the wooden floor had a few carpets sprawled around the room adding some sort of coziness to it. His bed was relatively large for one person, with dark navy sheets. In one corner was his set up, his computer probably for gaming, laptop and a whole load of posters of space, robots and all things he liked. He also had random, blue prints and computer parts littered on his desk, in a mess, strangely enough, he also noticed you staring right at his desk, making him jump and run over to it trying to put it in place.

Not that it bothered you at all but it was kind of cute how he was trying to make his place look presentable for you, even though it already surpassed expectations.

Your eyes fell onto something that kind of made you step back of a second, maybe you seeing things. You stepped closer to the strange thing ahead, on his nightstand.

“Jin...” You called out, proceeding to point at it, “Is that a lizard?”

As you began to move away mainly out of fear the damned thing starts moving, “Jin! There’s a fucking lizard on your nightstand and it’s chasing me!”

You jump on his bed to get away from the culprit, seemingly a terrifying bearded dragon that you weren’t very keen on. The owner of said demon’s eyes widen as he realises your absolute fear, picking up the thing and putting it in a glass enclosure. As he moves towards you with guilt, his eyes sad and lips pouted, you sat back and looked at the lizard staring back at you.

You held up a hand to stop him coming towards your laid body, pointing behind him, “You better cover that up and wash your hand if you’re thinking of fucking me today.”

He splutters with his eyes blown out, “Fuck—fuck you?”

You shrugged, beginning to unlace your shoes, “Unless you want me to fuck you?”

“Uh—I, ah—”

“I’m kidding,” You teased, before winking, “For now.”

Within an instant the flustered cute nerd jumps off his feet and finds something to cover up his lizard from seeing whatever sinful shit was about to happen. Rushing himself to the bathroom leaving the doorway ajar, allowing you to see inside the pretty bathroom.

Kicking off your shoes, you pushed your socks off pushing your feet up against the blanket. Other than that you’d hope he wouldn’t have trouble taking any thing else off. Stretching out before your next exercise you turned back to the nightstand that his pet was at, looking at his strangely fascinating clock, in the shape of a constellation. This boy really loved space and science, huh.

Before you know it you felt a heat behind you, the bed sank down from a fresh weight. With your braided hair to the side you felt an oddly confident pair of familiar lips running down your neck. He breathed against your nape before sinking a deep open mouthed kiss on your shoulder, sucking on it.

You let out a long awaited moan, feeling his hand run up your sides as he pushes himself against your back.

“Didn’t know you were this bold,” You moaned.

Jin, breathes out a shy laugh, “Are—are you okay with that?”

You turned your head towards him, looking him in the eye, “Of course, do what you want, fucking use me.”

As if he’s never heard such a thing, the boy had a stitched on expression of shock, but you could tell it was a pleasant surprise. Maybe for the first time a girl like you was finally giving him the time of day. You were willing to give him your everything.

With a nod, he proceed. His lips immediately attaching against yours taking the breath out of you. He was pretty much sucking you try, it was rough, wet and hot. Your hand lazily strung over his broad shoulders as he tightly holds onto your waist.

He turns his head sideways to better access you, his tongue slipping through you easily as you whimpered submissively. Feeling slightly lightheaded from how intense this was becoming, fuck, a nerd was literally fucking his tongue into your mouth and you were just accepting it.

You wanted more, fuck, you wanted so much more.

You pushed away from his lips with a pop, breathily whining at him, “Jin, take it off, please~.”

Jin grunts, swallowing hard as you can see his adam’s apple bop up and down, “Take what off, y/n.”

Oh fuck, hearing him say your name with such lust in him was making you so wet. The look he was giving you, like he wanted to eat you like wild animal.

“Everything, Jin, everything,” You pushed his top to exposed his stomach to you. His very toned, and ripped stomach to your surprised. He doesn’t argue knowing it was damn well what he wanted as well.

He rips off his top without a sliver of shyness, standing on his knees whilst his eyes never lose contact with your own. Your hands beginning to pet at his sides and sliding down his bottom, squeezing his tight ass in your hands causing his breath to hitch, not out of dismay but of pleasure.

He unbuckles his belt in a way you could already imagine him using those veiny pretty hands and fingers to fuck you.

As he takes care of the rest of his clothes you wanted to him so bad, it was getting rough, you slick dripping self was trapped inside an extremely tight pair of pants and underwear. As he pushes his clothes off the edge of the bed, you pushed yourself back against the headboard, running your fingers down your slit before you lifted your bottom to slip the constrictors off.

Your bare pussy now visible to his keen eyes, you pushed apart your thighs to show him your glistening needy cunt. Jin’s hungry eyes forced himself closer, his bare body closer.

You took his time to notice his package, his very red, thick cock just dangling right in front of you. It was enough to make you cream but of course you didn’t, you couldn’t let the nerd come before you.

You rubbed your fingers against your folds, opening up yourself to him, “You want this?”

“Yes,” He breathes, his hands brushed up over your ankles towards your thigh.

You pouted, dipping your finger inside of you, “What is ‘this’, that you want, Jin?”

He swallows again, taking deep breathes as he watches your finger ease in and out of you, “I want you, I want to fuck you. I want to cum inside of you.”

The last part made you raise your eyebrows, you shivered a little from the thought, shit, you wanted it as much as him.

“Then come here,” You whimpered, tightening around your finger as he reaches you fully. His bottom half only lifted over you slightly. His face right up against you, his heavy breathing would’ve been audible from the damn bathroom.

You used your free hand to brush up against your clothed breast, his eyes trailing towards them. He gets what you wanted as he engulfs your throat with a deep kiss as his hands pushed up your top, fully over your head allowing your barely covered breasts to bless his eyes.

Jin sighs euphorically, his eyes asking you for permission of which you granted with all your pleasure. He takes them in his hands as he rolls your nipples through your very thin bra.

“Can I take this off?”

At this point you realised that you’ve willingly taken nearly everything off yourself. For the last piece of course you let him. His soft and gentle hands wrapping behind you to ease the clips off and the whole thing.

Stars festered in his eyes as he was met with your entire bare body, as if he had just gotten a candy he was never allowed to have. He latches himself onto your neck licking, sucking and biting on it as his hands caressed you with such lust.

You moaned and choked up, the boy hasn’t even touched your most sensitive parts and here he was already making you tear up. Your fingers weren’t finished, still set inside of you.

“Jin, help me out will you,” You batted your eyes, “Baby, I need you so bad.”

He looks down at the fingers leaving your core, drenched and hot, he nearly drolls from the sight. Pushing himself off of you as he begins to stroke himself. You were guessing he wasn’t a virgin, by the looks of it he might’ve just had some plane vanilla sex all his life, it was fine for you to do it that way—to start.

He closes his eyes as he wet himself with his cum, pulling his thick cock between his hand as the other keeps him half upright over you. You got up on your elbows, to allow yourself to be closer to him and help him as well.

“Jin, come on, you know you want to feel how fucking wet you made me,” You kissed his cheek, running your lips against it, “All of this—”

You slipped your hand between the two of you and smeared your own arousal on his dick, making him groan. “—I’m this wet just because of you, Jin.”

“Fuck!” Jin swears, for the second you hear him curse subconsciously. His face stitched with overhearing pleasure, from jerking off and having a visible human being, a fucking hot, needy, naked one right in front of him. Rubbing against him, licking him—not to mention a human being he’s been wanting for the longest time but never dared.

You leaned into his ear, biting it a little as you whispered, “Come on, you’re ready. Just fuck me already.”

Like a command, he guides himself towards you, stopping himself right before the entry, “Don’t we need a condom?”

“Uhm, no? Unless you’re not clean...” You paused.

Jin nods his head for a second, as if he was contemplating he looks over at his nightstand making you turn that way as well—

But in fact, he tricked you. With you distracted he pushes himself inside of you, making you moan out in an out of nowhere sense of pleasure. His thick, head heavy cock penetrating you with so much brute it hurt but in a good way, fuck, you liked it when a guy can stretch you out this much.

“Fuck—y/n, you’re so tight, shit,” He finally whimpers, the first time you’ve heard a guy do that, “And—fuck, I haven’t fucked anyone in nearly a year, I got checked last month.”

What a fucking tease, the look on his face of cockiness as he’s fooled you was sort of cute. He for once got the better of you and well here he was fully inside of you as your cunt squeezes the brains out of him.

He was a spluttering mess, he couldn’t even make a proper sentence after the second thrust. With a mighty cock like that, he knew where to put it, how to fuck hard and how to be a cutie about it.

“Do you feel good?” He asked, his voice pitched up like hell.

You laughed, “Fuck yes I feel good, holy shit—I feel so fucking good.”

It was sort of a fuel for him, hearing you praise him, knowing that he’s fucking you good. He begins to slack after a while, at least he lasted quite long in your opinion.

You pushed his shoulders back, non-verbally telling you to lay down. You pushed him down onto the bed sheet, pushing yourself on top of him as your bottom half swallowed him whole.

“Shit—y/n, uh, I don’t want to cum yet,” He whines, his eyes looking at you in panic.

You smiled at him, riding him without listening. Your hand on his chest keeping yourself upright, the other petting the side of his face as he leans into it with his eyes now shut trying to hold himself back from busting.

“It’s okay Jin, come on, just cum for me,” You told him, seeing him physically twitch as you did.

“But I—I don’t want it to be over yet,” He said.

As cute as that was you knew he was just worried he wasn’t going to be doing this ever again, “Shush—If you cum right now, I promise I’ll fuck you again, okay?”

His eyes widened as his face lit up, “Really?”

“Yes, really. I like you, Jin.” You explained, he really doubted it that much.

“You really like me? Like, like like or just like?”

You rolled your eyes, considerably done with him holding himself back by talking, you clenched as he begins to cum out of pure pressure, “Fuck!”

“I like you, like I want to date you like you.”

Finally he gets it, nodding as he lets himself go. With that you did the same, knowing how to get yourself off in his position better than most. He manages to get down off his high at the same time as you. His hand tightly squeezing your hips to keep you on him as you both could feel his hot cum leaking out between the two of you.

The grin on his face was the most fucked out expression you’ve never seen, that or he was genuinely happy. Probably the second.

“y/n, I’ve liked you for the longest time—”

“I know, I see the way you look at me,” You cut him off.

Jin smiles wholesomely, “Thank you.”

“For what.”

“Excepting my love,” He says in the most cheesy way possible.

You rolled your eyes, trying to get off him as he holds you down with his hands.

“Let me go, I’m—”

“No, please baby.”

You shook your head, looking away from him as he kept blabbering like the old man he is. As you laugh at his best efforts to make you stay, you managed to get sight of something you didn’t want to.

“Jin! Your lizard is on the bed! Why is it on the bed!”

“I don’t know, shit—what if he was here the entire time!”

“Then he must’ve enjoyed himself.”

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing at all.”

#bts #jin #seokjin #kim seokjin #bts smut #seokjin smut #jin smut

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Ian/BG, school sweethearts accidentally meet ten years after break-up.

The elevator dings, the doors sliding back open to let another hotel guest scoot inside.

So much for having the roomy cabin to himself, Ian mourns, feeling like being extra petty today. For good reason, too. The last day of his business trip has a been a hectic affair and Ian couldn’t get his privacy back soon enough.

Ian glances discreetly at the intruder leaning against the wall opposite of him - worlds apart from the kind of crowd Ian would expect to stay in this high-end hotel if his simple tote bag and practical workout clothes are any indication. Oblivious to being judged hard, the man has curled onto himself a little, his eyes lidded and earbuds plugged in, lost to his own thoughts perhaps.

Something in his profile tugs on Ian’s attention, drawing him in for a closer look. The realization hits him hard. A whole moment passes as he just stares, gawps, at a loss for words.

Then, he makes a sound, an embarrassing gurgle-like sound. His name is glued to the tip of his tongue, almost there, but not quite. If there is one word that holds power over his emotional state, then it’s that...

“Jiyeon?” he mouths, so quiet, it might be just in his head, but the other’s eyes blink open to stare at him in controlled annoyance. It changes next second. He gasps,

“Yanni-” The pet name dies on his lips. “Ian?”

The last time they saw each other was a decade ago. Ian saw him off at the station before Jiyeon left for the big city. Ian kissed him, despite the crowd, despite the side-looks. Who cared, he was kissing the love of his life goodbye. He hadn’t yet known then it would be their final. That they would break up a few months later. Distant relationship. Didn’t worked out.

And out of all the things to remember, for some reason Ian remembers just that - the sweet taste of Jiyeon’s mouth before their final goodbye.

“Hey,” Jiyeon says carefully, as if stepping on glass. “It’s been a while, huh.”

“Yeah,” Ian says as he takes all of him in, meticulous and clinical, picking him apart inch by inch, the kind of look that would always make Jiyeon hiss and tell him to stop stabbing him with his eyes.

The Jiyeon from now doesn’t tell him to stop, just winds an arm over his sternum as if to shield himself from such debilitating scrutiny. He’s self-conscious. It’s really been awhile.

“You look good,” Ian says to reassure. He wonders if that’s enough. If he should complement him more. “Lovely as always.”

He does look good, but in a way that gives Ian a pause. It’s clear that Jiyeon has made some decisions about his life that would be incomprehensible to the Jiyeon from ten years ago. Like going back to his natural hair color, back to black. They do look healthier though than he remembers, the constant chemical abuse being a thing of the past, from the looks of it.

“Thank you. For sparing my feelings,” Jiyeon says with a smile and it’s tender around the edges. “Regardless of what the brochures say, no one looks good after a six hour yoga workout.”

Ian shoots him a curious look.

“Yeah,” Jiyeon adds, picking up on his unspoken question. He looks somewhere past Ian, though as he continues. “I do...I mean I teach yoga now. We’ve got this two-day event at the hotel - mindfulness in exchange for sore knees and all that tosh. But hey, it’s an all-paid package for the teachers, so...”

“Oh.”

Jiyeon’s smile wavers when he sees Ian’s face and as much as Ian wants to reel it in, there is only so much he can do to stay nonchalant at the big reveal.

It occurs to him then that he hasn’t the slightest idea who this man is now. All he knows is the Jiyeon from ten years ago who swore to take over the world and leave it in awe of his talent. Nothing would stand in his way. Not even Ian.

He wonders also how Jiyeon sees him now. It goes both ways after all. The Rolex on his wrist and the fine fabrics of his suit, his expensive cologne - he’s done good for himself, living the dream - a very lonely dream. What Jiyeon cannot see is the man underneath who would measure every little fling of his by the impossible standards Jiyeon once imposed and invariably find them lacking in every aspect.

In his heart, Jiyeon has stayed unbeaten.

The elevator dings the second time, announcing end of the line for them. The nineteenth floor. They look at each other in surprise.

“It seems we share a floor, huh?” Jiyeon smiles. He doesn’t really stop smiling, even if he’s probably itching to go. It’s all in the way he doesn’t meet Ian’s eyes for too long, staring longingly down the empty hallway.

Would they ever stumble upon each other again like that? Perhaps, but Ian doesn’t like taking chances. Something in him can’t stand the thought of just letting Jiyeon go. He did it once already - it wasn’t pretty.

“Are you free tonight?” he asks the moment they step out of the elevator. It’s not like he has a plan. He’s still trying to wrap his head around the whole thing, going off on a pure instinct.

Jiyeon looks up at him in surprise. And for a moment there, Ian finds himself lost in the sheer depth of his eyes - lovely, as always.

“I don’t have anything planned,” he replies, then. “I still need to pack, though.”

Ian wonders if he’s being politely dismissed. He presses regardless.

“Would you agree to have dinner with me, if I asked?”

Jiyeon takes time with his answer and Ian half-expects to be turned away now for sure, some bitter thoughts already gooping in his mind.

“Maybe,” Jiyeon says, unsure. Then, adds with a slight cheek to his tone. “Are you asking?”

“I am.”

“Okay,” Jiyeon nods, pulling his phone out. “I need to shower first, though. What’s your room number?”

Ian tells him and after that they part ways, Jiyeon heading for his suite, not looking back even once. Ian watches him go, wondering if it’s time he learns to let go of things.

Three and a half hours later. Somewhere around midnight, although neither of them could tell for certain, Ian presses Jiyeon against the door of his hotel suite, mouthing down his jawline.

Suffice it to say, things have progressed some since that awkward elevator ride.

The dinner was amicable, if a little stilted at first. A glass of wine helped to unbottle the wild chatterbox that Jiyeon used to be. Yet, the conversation never seemed to dip into their past, circulating around safer topics - like ten most ridiculous names for yoga postures. He laughed a lot, at some point sliding to sit next to Ian, cutting the distance between them - so slick a transition that it caught both of them unawares, but not unpleasantly. Their looks lingered. And back on their floor, things finally snapped, splashing over the edge and into Ian’s room.

“Stop, hey, please, stop, Yannie,” Jiyeon pleads, out of breath, as Ian pulls back, one fearful thought pulsing through his mind - Jiyeon wants to leave. This is over.

“Can I use your bathroom?” Jiyeon asks. “To take care of things, okay? Before we continue.”

“Oh.” It dawns on Ian then, panic leaving his body. He unclenches his jaw. “You don’t have to, we could just...”

“I want to,” Jiyeon insists, pressing one last firm kiss against his lips. “I won’t be long. Go and fluff up the pillows or something.”

With that, he slips away, leaving Ian with the subtle trail of his perfume. The citrusy notes ring close to the scent Jiyeon carried back then and it drags Ian into the past even if that’s the last thing he wants to do right now.

He was Jiyeon’s first lover. And even if Jiyeon wasn’t his, Ian was far from being experienced. Everything they did together was a revelation. But all he ever learned was how to love Jiyeon, no one else.

Quietly, Jiyeon emerges from the bathroom in a white hotel robe. Ian watches him approach in a trance. As the robe slips off to pool at his feet, Ian draws him close, kissing the skin above his belly button, thumbs hooking over the jut of his hip bones. His build is still on the lanky side, but his body filled in nicely due to exercise and, probably, overall healthier habits compared to ten years ago when Jiyeon, ever the perfectionist, would often neglect his meals in favour of his busy schedule.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Ji,” Ian murmurs between kisses, pulling him onto the bed and settling between his open thighs. Taking a moment to look down on him, marveling at the sight - black hair swept across the white linen and gaze so sinful, dark eyes dilated in want.

Ian strips, eyes never leaving Jiyeon’s. Every sound he makes goes stark in the room. The moment he’s done, he rises back on his knees, cock hard and heavy against his stomach. Ian gives himself a slow stroke, another hand slipping under Jiyeon to prod at his hole, finding it nice and loose for him.

Ian takes a few moments to finger him anyway, dragging the pads of his fingers against the swell of his prostate - Jiyeon’s breath quickens as he struggles not to snap his legs together, shivering in pleasure. His own cock is dripping wet by now. He’s ready and he whimpers to hurry Ian along.

“Is that okay?” Ian pauses to ask once he’s sheathed inside, voice gravelly from the effort of not falling apart. All he wants is to fuck him until there is no room for thought. Being enveloped by Jiyeon’s heat is a slow descent into madness as he’s barely threading the surface.

“Yeah, good,” Jiyeon nods, short of breath. He lets out a nervous giggle which he smothers against Ian’s neck.

His next words come unexpected, in a moment of vulnerability.

“No one fucked me as good as you did, Yannie,” he whispers against Ian’s ear. It’s not dirty talk. It’s a confession. “I was so fucking in love with you. Everything you did was like magic to me.”

The use of past tense hurts, but with Jiyeon, Ian had learned not to take everything he says at face value - they’re in bed together now and Jiyeon is wet for him, seconds from crumbling apart. Ian focuses on that and then, he moves.

“So, when are you going to ask about what happened to me?” Jiyeon’s question comes apropos of nothing now that the easy part - the sex part - is over with.

Ian expected him to leave almost immediately, had already prepared to list million reasons why he can’t, in fact, leave immediately, or ever, but Jiyeon hasn’t shown any intention of leaving so far.

After crawling back into his robe and putting out the night light, he let Ian pull him back in bed, let him spoon him from behind as he watched the skyline from the big panorama window. As mesmerizing as the city view is, Ian has found Jiyeon way more mesmerizing than that - the weight of his body against his, the softness of his skin, the scent.

“I wasn’t sure you wanted to talk about that,” he says then, nuzzling the back of his neck.

Jiyeon rolls onto his back, turning his head to face Ian with a van smile.

“I bet you’re thinking I’m some kind of fuck-up or whatever. That’s what I’d think, honestly. But ironically enough, it’s quite the opposite, you know. I did make it. Got to the top - a 7-digit salary and glass corner office, all to myself, in one of the most prestigious designer companies in Seoul. The day I got that promotion though…”

Jiyeon pauses, closing his eyes, lips pressed tight.

“...was also the day I quit. I don’t think i can explain it in a way that wouldn’t sound utter bollocks to you, but that same day, I just realize how fucking miserable I was all that time. So I locked myself in a bathroom cubicle for the rest of the day and sobbed my eyes out because I felt so fucking cheated - I thought I wanted that, but in reality I had no idea what I wanted. Success sounds good as an idea, but once you actually get there - you know that it’s all smoke and mirrors. There is no happiness at the top - in fact, there is nothing at the top. Just same old you, taken apart into soulless pieces and fucking groundless.”

Ian hears him heave a sigh, inching closer to let Jiyeon lean into him, his eyelashes wet against his skin. For a long moment, Ian just holds him.

“Do you think I’m an idiot?” Jiyeon asks.

“No,” Ian says. “I’ve always thought you’re way too smart for your own good, Ji.”

“I was an idiot to let you go, though,” he murmurs. “I’m sorry. After I quit, I had this crazy idea to find you and apologize, at least, only my selfishness got the better of me. I was terrified to find out that you'd settled with someone else. That you were happy with someone else, deservingly so. Just the final nail in my coffin, you know? So I stayed away. Ignorance is bliss.”

Ian wishes he had known sooner, but Jiyeon had cut off all the ties, skillful and with little mercy. Maybe, Ian hasn’t fully forgotten that past Jiyeon and if he was still in the picture, there would be little they even had to say to each other, only this is not the past Jiyeon and Ian just lets himself loose, voicing out the deepest secret of his life.

“There has never been anyone else, Ji.”

“There could have been. There still could be.”

Perhaps, but that’s not what he wants.

“I want us to be together,” Ian says, biting the bullet.

“Oh.” Jiyeon pulls back, untangling himself from Ian as he sits up, fixing the robe around his torso.

“Why not?” Ian says, watching him carefully.

“Yannie,” Jiyeon sighs, eyes trained at his knees. “It’s not that simple. I’m seeing someone. I mean...We’re not exclusive, obviously. An on-and-off kind of thing, really, but sort of complicated and fucking tiresome. So, the last thing I need right now is another complicated thing with you on top of that, okay? So, if this is just, you know, a walk down memory lane for you, I suggest we end it here.”

There are so many things he could say, thoughtful and mature things to put forward so Jiyeon could see how important this is to him. Instead, he feels ready to bust out a major pout because, eh, what now?

“Who is that guy?” he gripes. “I’m gonna punch him into yesterday.”

(So he’ll never ever bothers them again.)

Jiyeon snorts, a subtle roll of his eyes.

“And then I’ll punch him again for being a jackass,” Ian adds, petulant. “Who wouldn’t want to be exclusive with you?”

“Okay, okay,” Jiyeon placates him, smothering a giggle in the sleeve of his robe. “I promise to think about that, okay?”

“Sure, you have plenty of time until tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Jiyeon blinks.

“And now we sleep,” Ian cuts him off, tackling him down and muffling all his protests.

Jiyeon sighs in surrender, circling an arm around Ian as he curls into him - if you can’t defeat them, hug them.

“Can’t believe I forgot how pigheaded you can get.”

Another moment passes. Another sigh.

“I missed that, too.”

(Half a year later.)

“So, what do you think?” Jiyeon plops down on their couch, somehow both succeeding in snuggling next to Ian and swinging his legs over Ian’s knees with that bendy yoga magic of his.

Ian takes his time to cast critical eye over their new apartment which used to be just his apartment, a spartan bachelor loft, bordering on bare, all clean lines and restricted color palette. It used to be enough - it’s not like he used the place for anything other than to crash at night.

It wasn’t, however, enough for Jiyeon who agreed to move in under one important condition - he gets to design it to his liking. Probably the easiest condition Ian has ever had the pleasure to agree to.

“Love it,” Ian says, reaching for one of Jiyeon’s socked feet and digging his thumbs into the sole, working his way up from heel to toe in an impromptu massage.

Jiyeon hums and wiggles into a snug position, ready to be spoilt, as he hugs one of the handmade cushions to his chest - it has a frivolous birdy print on it, which, secretly, was a real shocker to Ian when he first saw it chilling on their couch.

Back in school days, Jiyeon was all about chic, not frivolous. He took himself seriously and his designs reflected that in spades. This new playful side to him is a real proof of the inner transformation Jiyeon has gone through - now he’s not afraid of poking fun at himself, not anymore.

And that fact alone brings a genuine child-like smile to Ian’s lips.

“You’re not just saying that to make me happy, are you?” Jiyeon eyes him suspiciously.

Ian holds his gaze, lips parting as if to confess to something terrible. Then, he shrugs.

“Nah.”

A smug grin stretches his lips.

Jiyeon chokes on a laugh as he tosses the cushion at him, pouncing next to dig his fingers into the sensitive area around Ian’s ribs. The attack is short-lived, however, as both of them slide down the couch and onto the plush carpet, making their peace there with Jiyeon’s head resting on Ian’s chest.

“What do you think about rekindling your career in interior design, though?” Ian asks, after a moment.

Jiyeon pick on one of the buttons of Ian’s shirt as he pretends to think about that.

“Nah,” he says, even more obnoxious than Ian’s reply from before.

They share a laugh before quieting down again. Then, Jiyeon lets out a mellow sigh.

“I guess I’m not in a rush to become miserable again. Even if it’s different now and you’re here with me, so I probably won’t end up completely in pieces, but still it’s a real cutthroat industry and I don’t really think I have what it takes to survive there, maybe never had. Too zen for that now, you know.”

“That’s okay with me,” Ian says, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. “Do what makes you happy. I’ll support you regardless.”

“Are you sure?” Jiyeon asks with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You never know, one day you might come home and see our bedroom painted duck egg blue. What would you say then?”

“I’d say bring it on, love,” Ian says, kissing his mouth gentle and weightless. It grows heavy and involved soon enough as Jiyeon busies himself with striping Ian naked. His own clothes following suit before long.

AN: I dunno if it translated well but I wanted to make Ian a bit creep-ish? Cuz why not, eh.

#ian/baby g #personas au #fluffy i/bg agenda

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safarikalamari · 6 years

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Coincide - Chapter 1

Summary: Race has a good life. Amazing friends and family, graduation just within reach, the past few years have been treating him well.

That is, until one night changes everything and Race finds himself spinning in ways his dancing never could.

Pairings: Sprace (focus), Blush (bg)

Rating: T

Genre: Modern Era, Sick!Fic, Falling in Love (lots more tags on AO3)

Words: 1690

A/N: uh i got impatient with myself lmao but this will be updated bi-weekly!! and i can say for sure it won’t be on hiatus ever yeeeee

Also special thanks to @seaofolives for beta-ing!!!

(tagging @marvinjuana!!)

AO3

The summer evening was cast in the glow of fireflies, bouncing around a small campfire where two friends sat, chatting the night away.

“Man, senior year. Can you believe it?” Race took a sip from his drink and tugged his hood over his head.

Mush laughed, mimicking Race’s movements. “No. Never thought we’d get to this point. But I’m ready to move on. Bigger, better things await us.”

“Always the optimist,” Race smiled, a lightness in his heart.

“You know me.” Mush added a wink at the end and Race threw his head back in laughter.

“Sure do.”

Sometimes, Race couldn’t believe how much time had passed. It felt like only yesterday that he had met Mush, the two becoming instant friends and forming a closeness that kept them inseparable. Now, with the end of their college career, a part of Race just wanted to turn the clock back. There were moments not savored enough, regrets still heavy on the mind.

Shaking his head, Race smiled at Mush, the two sharing a knowing glance before they toasted their drinks to each other.

As the evening wore on, the conversation drifted off and Race took to studying the flames as Mush leaned back, gazing at the stars. The silence was a comfortable change, Race mulling over all that had happened until this point in his life.

“Mush, I gotta say, thanks for everything. For putting up with all the bullshit I’ve put you through.”

“It’s never been putting up, Race. You’re my best friend. After Andrea…” Mush trailed off, swallowing before he started again. “We all coped in our own ways. We can’t blame each other there.”

Sinking in his chair, Race stared into the flickers of orange and red. “I guess...I just…” he stumbled as his thoughts turned dark.

If he hadn’t stayed at school so late or if he hadn’t been so testy with his brother that morning, maybe he wouldn’t be stuck with the guilt that consumed him. Race’s mind swarmed with what if’s but it was too late for that. He couldn’t change the past and that, more than anything else, hurt him the most. It chipped away at him every day, reminding him of his mistakes, his mark on everyone’s lives.

“Hey, Race,” Mush reached out, his fingers brushing on Race’s wrist.

Glancing down, Race swallowed as familiar needs grew inside of him. “Can I…?”

“Course,” Mush said, just above a whisper, holding his hand palm up. “You know you don’t need to ask anymore.”

“Still,” Race shrugged before lacing his and Mush’s hands together. “You and Blink.”

Mush nodded, his thumb running along the back of Race’s hand. “He understands. I mean, I explained it all to him when we first started dating and he was cool with it right away.”

“Does he know we fell in love with each other?” Race joked, taking another sip of his drink.

“Yeah,” Mush sighed, eyes turned up at the sky. “Star-crossed lovers, never meant to be.”

The two laughed at this, shaking their heads. Feelings shoved to the side, fading in and out at different times, in another life, Race and Mush were happy together. Now, Race was just content that they could be as they were.

Blink really was someone special. As first introductions went, Race was thrilled that he clicked with Blink and from then on, Race had been there, cheering Blink and Mush on as the relationship developed. Wedding bells were in the future and Race couldn’t wait to be best man to Mush. Or Blink. Whoever had won that rock, paper, scissors fight.

“Well, Mush,” Race sighed, grounding himself in Mush’s warmth. “Probably should head in for the night, huh? We’ve been out here for hours.”

“I suppose,” Mush smiled, squeezing Race’s hand before grabbing a bucket of water.

With the fire extinguished, Race watched the last of the smoke trails float into the night, weaving his worries in the fading grey. For now, he just needed to take it slow, be patient with himself. Change wasn’t going to happen overnight and Race had learned the hard way.

Mush’s arm wrapped around his shoulders and Race leaned into him, the two sharing another smile before heading into the house, the chirping of crickets accompanying them every step of the way.

“You’re so lucky you don’t need an internship,” Mush groaned as he fell onto Race’s bed.

With the summer nearly over, the two friends were frantically preparing for the incoming semester, Race planning out the details of his dance final as Mush played the waiting game for his nursing internship.

“Still no word?” Race turned from his notes, watching Mush press his face into the pillows.

Mush’s reply was muffled and Race hopped up from his chair, landing on his bed next to Mush.

“Talk to me, buddy.”

Lifting his head from the pillows, Mush stretched, a small groan leaving him. “They’re just taking forever. I know I’m in but I don’t know which hospital.”

Race smiled at Mush, poking at the crease of worry on Mush’s forehead. “I like your confidence. Let’s keep that up.”

Grinning, Mush hugged a pillow close to him and sighed. Race could see the tension in his shoulders, his eyes drifting away. Mush was forever the worrier and Race rested his head against the wall.

“Have you talked to Blink at all?”

Eyebrows raised, Mush shrugged. “He’s busy at the mechanic shop. I don’t want to bother him with too much.”

Race pursed his lips, nodding away his hint of frustration. With Blink hours away, living in the same city where their university was, Mush and Blink didn’t get to see each other often during the summer. Race could see the building tension and it was taking a toll on his own well-being. He cared for both dearly, but with Mush unable to outpour his love and concerns to Blink, Race was tempted to just drive Mush out to Blink himself.

“What about you? Your dance final?” Mush’s voice interrupted Race’s thoughts.

“I’ve got something,” Race looked over his hand. “I’ve got until next May so I’m not worried. Yet.”

Mush laughed then, rolling onto his back. “Famous last words.”

“Shush you,” Race shoved Mush playfully.

He’d learn how to manage his time this year. He had three years of practice after all and Race was determined.

It was time to give it his all, make everyone proud. There were going to be no distractions now, nothing to take him away from his dreams. He had promised his brother after all.

Mush’s eyebrows raised as if he had read Race’s mind and Race only smiled in return.

“We’re gonna be just fine, Mush.”

The last leg of his trip was killing him.

Music over-listened to, daydreams hardly a distraction at all, Race honestly thought he wasn’t going to reach the university. Sure, he had chosen it for the program, not caring about the distance, but now with an hour left to go in his car, he cursed to himself.

Why, why, why echoed in his mind as the road remained flat and endless before him. If it kept going like this, Race wouldn’t have much to distract himself and that thought alone was starting to terrify him.

To his relief, his phone rang then and he brought the call up on the car’s speakers, grinning at the name on his dashboard screen.

“What’s the good news, Mush?” Race asked, the gears in his mind whirling away.

“We’re bored,” Mush sighed on his end, accompanied with the sound of static. That or Blink getting caught in bubble wrap. “When are you getting here? The freshmen are starting to pour in.”

Race laughed a little, wondering how many new students he’d have to fight for his parking spot. Of course, he was used to it by now. Race was sure his last year had no more curveballs to throw at him.

“Oh, and Blink’s getting hungry too,” Mush added as Blink swore in the background.

“You guys go on and eat without me,” Race waved to no one. “I still got a while to go.”

Mush made a small noise and Race could already see the pout on his face. “We’re not gonna do that, Race. Even if I got to see you every day this summer, we hardly got a chance to be the three of us. I’ll just make Blink a PB&J to tide him over.”

Race smiled then, already seeing Blink’s expression of contorted confusion and anger. “You’re amazing, Mush,” Race complimented.

“Thanks, honey,” Mush responded almost immediately and Race couldn’t help laugh at Blink’s small protest of, “Hey…,” cutting through.

“I’m ‘honey’, Blink. You’re ‘babe’, remember?” Race teased and Blink’s laugh rang loud through his car speakers.

“Yeah, I guess,” Blink hollered very close to Mush’s phone, making Race wince at the sudden sharpness. “Turn down your radio, you’re going to ruin your hearing.”

Race rolled his eyes, but did as Blink said, then realizing his volume was maybe just a bit too high. “Okay, Dad.”

“I’m your weird uncle at best,” Blink shot back, but the rest of his commentary was lost to the commotion of what Race assumed was Mush grabbing his phone back.

“Okay, you gotta focus on driving. We’ll see you when we see you, okay, Race?”

“Catch you later,” Race nodded his goodbye, ending the call as he stared at the blue sky without a cloud in sight.

Never in all his years did he imagine he’d feel like this. Even with the looming schoolwork, the unknown after graduation, he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than where he was. He was content, coming to terms with the past bit by bit. Had his younger self known what awaited him, Race knew he wouldn’t have spiraled as he did.

Life had done its worst, but Race wasn’t as angry anymore. Instead, he settled into the memories that remained, repeating forgotten promises to himself as the road stretched ahead.

Whatever was headed his way, Race was more than prepared, ready for his hardened emotions to leave him for good.

#sprace #racetrack higgins #mush meyers #kid blink #marvinjuana #safarikalamari makes newsies stuff #safarikalamari's coincide #uh there's a name here that pops up that is pronounced ahn-dre-uh #when will spot show up??? question of the day me@myself #also if u think i'm jumping on the btc bandwagon i can say you're wrong; this stems very heavily off the 92 cast #but feel free to read this with whatever fcs you have in mind #also i just remembered that my read mores don't like to work on mobile so i apologize in advance....staff why

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lecherouswritings · 6 years

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I was asked recently the relationship between Rat, Peter, and Grandfather so here’s my sloppy attempt to put that together. TW for sexism and child abuse and drug abuse and murder, that stuff.

One thing I have to note is that with this interconnected plot, I like to leave things open enough for people to derive multiple meanings. The wolf, for example, could be: A literal wolf, something being interpreted as a wolf but isn’t, Satan, a metaphor for evil, a hallucination, or just an homage to Little Red Riding Hood, Three Little Pigs, Peter & The Wolf, and other old tales! That being said, I do like having one set line to follow for the purpose of wrapping up a story, but it’d be fun to see what people get out of it. So just keep in mind that sometimes, something could mean A, and I’ll say it means A, but if you wanna read it as B that’s fine by me too. Or C, D, etc... To relate the connection I have to start from the source: Hito! Hito is an old God. All of my stories revolve around Hito. All of them! I’ll probably state this fact with all my explanations because it’s super important. Hito had some believers who roamed this ghost town of NM. Mr. Bradley, the wealthy son ( of four ) of an old tycoon in TX, decided to go on some holy crusade to the desert and “live off the grid”, back to them Simpler Times. He was also shunned from the family for being too wildly religious and just generally an unreasonable person, very controlling and quick to anger. Comes off as a conman than a business man like his brothers. So Bradley and some like-minded men and women set out for this desert land, killing the natives that lived there. Keep in mind the setting is late 1800s, not that that is to justify anything. The people who lived there were Hitotians, people who dedicated their lives to worshipping Hito. Kiling a Hitotian is an unforgivable act, as is desecrating land of hers, which Bradley and his bunch did both. The 3 pioneers and their wives set up temporary homes, they had all the building equipment brought over and they were going to start constructing the town now that the natives were gone, building a church and homes and fixing up whatever’s been torn down. That night they each had a respective home outside the village limits: one home made of bales of straw, another of wood, and Bradley’s made of stone blocks and brick. The 3 men starts seeing things at night but chalked it up to their exhaustion from working. Then one night, soon after their arrival and building had begun, and keep in mind there’s no electricity so it’s pitch black save for oil lamps and natural light, so Bradley’s woken up by the sound of feet pounding against the desert earth, hay being knocked asunder and the other two men getting ripped apart. Their wives and children are spared -- for now -- but up comes Bradley, who is visited inside his stone home by a creature with black arms and legs and long hair. The idiot opens the door to his home after some loud knocking persists and hey it’s Hitotian demons and they’re Madder than Hell. Bradley, who begs to be spared, is confronted by these creatures. Hito’s there but unseen, but Hito is always accompanied by vizier-types that translate English words to her, and they communicate with humans. If Bradley wants to live, then he’s going to have to make a deal with Hito. His wishes were to continue building the town and to live there, for a son to carry on his name, and upon seeing the dark-limbed creature’s teeth, he asked to have his wolf teeth. Hito gives him what he asks for, in return, he has to carry out human sacrifices on her hallowed ground til the day he dies, and discourage procreation. Hito’s whole schtick is to elimate humans from the Earth, so making more is kind of dumb, right? So he agrees and they leave him. He’d made the mistake of staring into the black-limbed creatures eyes, which made his eyes SUPER light sensitive at all times, hence the sunglasses. Even the darkness is too much. The black-limbed creature with the wolf features is supposed to be Rat, but how and why Rat’s story starts in 1962 Florida as an 8 year old boy isn’t supposed to be answered, I want people to try and figure that out with clues ;) it’s a multiple choice answer! I know the answer but I’m choosing to keep it quiet. Bradley conceives Peter, but it’s with a prostitute and not within the confines of marriage, so it’s something he’s ashamed of. He slept with most of the women in the village but none of them ever became pregnant. He kept tabs on the prostitute, then she gave birth and he took Peter and killed her, bringing her back to the village for a woman Gretchen, one of the wives of the 3 original men who founded the land, to care for him. As Peter got older, so did Bradley, and he was getting lazy with keeping his bargain to Hito. Killing people became tiresome. Torture was fine, tormenting the orphans in the home he helped run with some of the women whose husbands were sacrificed for Hito in the past. Hito will accept torture but it’s no substitute for rital sacrifice and he knows this. He’s threatened that if he does not comply. they’re going to take something from him, and he doesn’t take the threat seriously. That’s when the black-limbed spirit begins to roam the dusty land, fouling crops, killing livestock, disturbing the inhabitants. Bradley uses the wolf metaphor for sin, and how they need to appease God with more sacrifices. Again, he gets lazy, no one dies, so the spirit starts visiting young Peter at night. Peter is fascinated with the creature that he sees as a giant wolf and wants to befriend him. A running theme with my stories is that Hitotian demons will prey on children because they’re impressionable and easy targets. At first he’s delighted with how strange the wolf is, but things go south fast. The wolf starts showing him disturbing visions of death and destruction and Peter wants none of that. The hauntings begin, the hallucinations, the nightly visits. Bradley, who has convinced Peter that he’s his grandfather and not his father because of the shameful secret of conceiving him with a prostitute, exacerbates things by telling him his parents were eaten by a wolf, and plays up the theme for his sermons and how if you don’t wanna get eaten by the wolf, you gotta be good. Peter, who just minds his own business and is being assaulted nightly by this creature, starts losing his mind, so his grandfather, who’s already a child abuser at the orphanage, decides to take manners into his own hands. Peter is to be tied and gagged to his bed until he “stops with the wolf business”, thinking he’s making it up at first being a fantastical child, then he thinks his son is “broken in the head” and decides Peter is too much trouble to keep around, he’s so fearful and sad and has to remain sheltered so he doesn’t incite the village into panic, or to make rumors spread. Bradley tries to conceive another child with the women in the village but again, none of them get pregnant, so he has to keep Peter around to carry on his bloodline, which Bradley thinks is So Important. With Peter tied to his bed through most of his childhood, he feeds Peter twice a day and indoctrinates him. If he misbehaves, he injects him with “medicine” which is heroin, causing him to hallucinate and get very sick. ( Keep in mind, Bradley gave drugs to the orphans as well, just to see what would happen and to see if he could give them to Peter when he misbehaves ) Eventually, Peter learns the way of the Lord as his grandfather taught him, and the visions of the wolf stop. Not completely, but enough to sleep at night. Because of this, Bradley decides to take him outside more often, or when the sun comes out. Because of the cursed land, Hito has a blanket of overcast to prevent growth of crops to punish the people. If Bradley makes a sacrifice, the sun will come out. Peter has prophetic visions of what he perceives as Christ ( It’s Rat! ) killing everyone and seeking revenge from the sinners of the village. Peter’s got it in his head that God is wrathful, hateful, and black and white ( which is why I use a b&w motif as Peter’s BG in some pics ) and becomes a raving fanatic for Christ. Bradley has pretty much given up on his son at this point, and eventually plans on overdosing him, leaving the village, and trying again with another son with a woman outside the village. He’s kept all his thoughts and secrets down in a journal he hides in his room that Peter later discovers. Bradley starts giving sermons about love, God is love, we all need to love each other and procreate. Going against Hito’s wishes intentionally thinking it’ll “reverse the curse” and with his son no longer holding value to him, or the village really, he doesn’t have anything to lose. Peter becomes outraged by his grandfather’s changing of tune and his desire to get Peter to give him a grandson ( hey it’s another bloodline option to fall back on! ) but Peter doesn’t want to follow his orders anymore. Peter wants to preach and set everyone straight in the town with the Lord, to keep the wolf away and to bring Jesus into everyone’s lives, whatever it takes, so by some luck he manages to lock Bradley into the room he was held captive in for most of his youth and torture him, putting him through interrogation, breaking open his head to let the Lord in, to fix his sinful ways. To be fair, Bradley did raise Peter to believe this stuff, but it was also a mix of the child abuse, the drugs, and the Proto Rat spirit. Flash forward many years later, Rat’s an adult and comes across a murderer at an active crime scene and pursues him when he runs. There’s a sequence I want to draw of Peter trying to get away from Rat in a Florida swamp and Rat tormenting him in a similar fashion to how young Peter was being tormented as a child, causing his regression fear. The encounter, up close and personal with Rat, tells Peter that this thing, whatever Rat is, is linked to his past with the wolf. He doesn’t know how or why, but it’s something inside of him that he can’t deny, just as strong as his devotion to God. Throughout the journey with Rat and his group with Peter there as a pack member, they have talks to try and dig and see where the two are linked, why they’re linked, and ultimately what they’re looking for with each other’s company. Amy is constantly trying to get in-between them because she thinks Peter is trying to harm Rat and break up the group with his religious presence, despite his participation with the murders and ritual activities. She’s also extremely protective of Rat and very immature. I’ve been asked too about Peter’s religiousness and the Hitotian aspect. If he joins with Rat and the ritual chain of command is Hito - Rat - Pack, but he’s this cultist Baptist, how does that work? WELL, Hito’s wormed into other religions as well, and a lot of times she’ll speak to people “as Jesus” to do murders for her, which plays on actual crimes of people murdering others because “God told them to” and in this case, Peter didn’t know any better and really thought God was telling him to do these acts. At the end it dawns on him that Hito was using him for sacrifices and it causes an internal breakdown that he either needs to go head-first into obeying Rat and Hito or turn away and find redemption. Rat is manipulative as all Hell and uses Peter’s trauma to dominate him into a submissive follower, like the other Pack members, conditioning him, using his flesh-realness as proof, not some invisible God, and illustrates supernatural power to him, much like the Devil would in a biblical tale to convert a holy man. Rat keeps what he knows about Peter and Bradley fairly secret too, not wanting to reveal his hand. The affliction that Bradley has with the sentient meat, hooked up to the medical machines is residual Hitotian energy leaking into the real world through suffering. Torture and suffering causes a dimensional “gateway” to open, bringing Hito closer and closer to resurrection, and one thing you need to know about Hito is when she retreated from Earth to regroup for a take over, something happened in her transition into a parallel dimension and it turned her inside out, so instead of her being a singular being in a world, she BECAME the dimension, insides and guts and blood and the air, her memories, everything. Something she hopes to fix once enough people have been sacrificed. Bradley’s gone mental from being forced to remain alive with his brain rotting. Both him and Rat have seen into the dimension and it’s a thing where once you see it you’re never the same. For Rat, his body calls to the alien dimension and starts to rot, preparing for a new body with new cells and genetic coding. Bradley’s human body is soft and weak and unfit for transition, so it drives him mad. He thinks if he eats Rat he will become as powerful as he is. Peter doesn’t know about any of this, just that his father ( he learns he’s his father from the secret journal ) is a horrifying meat monster, and that Rat is definitely not human but linked to his past. Denial of Rat is almost like obeying his father Bradley, so maybe his following of Rat is rebellion of his father’s ways, how we all rebel against our parents wishes? Maybe it’s Rat’s real presence, and not an invisible one? Is it the proof he provides? Is it a need to really give into evil and be one’s trueself without shame or remorse, or will human morality trump our animal minds? Learned behaviour versus the heart’s desires? Lots of questions arise! I want to show how the wheels turn for each member of the Pack ( I know y’all mostly see Peter lately, but all the Pack members sans Ryan have very deep links to Rat and why they follow him! ) I hope this answers the question more or less, I love keeping things open to interpretation because it’s fun to see what people think up if they get invested, but I do have a storyline I’m going for as well. I use musical inspiration as well as classic kids tale elements, biblical elements, coming of age, brutality of man, the idea of transforming onesself, etc etc... But I gotta have that horror element in everything :) if anyone has any questions please feel free! I answer them anonymously unless requested otherwise.

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Love and Sacrifice

A Fred Weasley x Reader and Adrian Pucey x Reader

BG: Fred didn’t know what went wrong. One moment you were happy together the next you reappear after months of silence only to came back engaged to Adrian Pucey. But what he doesn’t know is that you made the ultimate sacrifice for him.

Contains: Forbidden love. Arranged marriage. Angst alert! Get ready to feel the pain.

A/N: Was supposed to be just an outline, but kinda became a straight up full fic.

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Weeks leading up to the day that Fred and George were to leave Hogwarts to start Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, Fred had noticed you becoming distant. Though he didn’t put much though into that as to NEWTS coming up and you had been staying up most nights helping them sort out the joke shop’s paperwork instead of revising. He knew that this situation would be temporary and once you graduated, you would be moving out of your strict parent’s house to live in with him- as you both had planned.

However, after graduation, you were still giving him the cold shoulder and not replying to his letters. Even his siblings had noticed that after they left, you were acting weird-not talking much, low energy and generally not feeling like yourself. Although you had sat with the remaining Weasleys on the Hogwarts Express, you were unusually quiet, a shell of your past self. Similar to Fred, his younger sibling attributed this behaviour to being anxious in knowing the results of your NEWTS, which were set to arrive mid-July.

Fast-forward to a few weeks after graduation, you are now engaged to Adrian Pucey. You both were walking around Diagon Alley, doing some wedding shopping when a certain shop comes into view. Of course, you had only seen the concept art and blueprints, so you had an idea what it would look like, but it was even more magical seeing it in person.

Adrian catches a sight of your face and understands, understand that these past few weeks with him had been a whirlwind and acknowledges that you and Fred would need closure for both for you to move on. Adrian gave your hand a squeeze, ‘Go on y/n, I know you want to.’ Beckoning towards the shop. ‘We should at least give him the decency to tell him in person rather than him finding it out in the daily prophet that you are soon to be married. We are gonna have “The wedding of the year” as they call it.’

The whole time you were reluctant to approach him. Unable to predict how he would react to you popping up out of the blue.

With hands in your pocket, hiding your ring. You call out to him after 3 long months.

‘y/n?’ Fred did double take, almost not believing that you were real, the actual y/n that he loved, that disappeared is now within reach.

Emotions came rushing back. How foolish did you think that months apart, forcing him out of your mind would diminish everything you felt. Panicking, you dashed to the door.

Nevertheless, his long legs had quickly caught up to you. He tries to stop you from leaving him again, holding your arm back, you resisted yanking away his grasp.

His hand slides past yours, accidentally pulling off you ring too.

It falls to the ground.

Fred kneels down, getting to it first.

It’s even funny really, you though that he would be at that position before. Of course, under different circumstances.

He stares at the ring.

Right then Adrian reaches your side. “What are you doing with my fiancée’s ring?”

“Fiancée?”

‘Yeah my fiancée’ Adrian interlocks your hands. ‘The soon to be Mrs. y/n Pucey’

Fred chokes on air, turning redder than you’ve ever seen, you can see the veins in his arms contract.

The only time you saw him like this was when Malfoy insulted his family back in Year 5 quidditch match.

You turn to Adrian, with soft eyes.

He nods, understanding what you were asking. ‘I’ll be right outside, okay?’

‘Thank you.’

However, when you turned back, Fred was already walking away.

‘Fred! Wait!’ you finally caught up to him ‘Can we talk? Please.’

He stops, nodding though not bothering to face you. ‘In here.’ Leading you to his office.

Crossing his arms, he mocked. ‘So this is why you weren’t returning my messages.’

‘Fred….’

‘Cause you were with him all this time.’

‘NO!!! No… I wasn’t believe me.’

‘Then why?’ Fred was emotionally exhausted. ‘I just had the love of his life reappear after months of silence, only to find out that she’s engaged to someone else, someone I know she practically strangers with!’ Fred runs his hand through his hair, leaning defeated against the table. ‘Why did you leave me? You just disappear, like we didn’t have history. y/n. NO note. NO explanation. Just silence.’

‘Remember when you and George were trying to get this place up and running?’

‘Yea but what’s it got to do with all this?’

You raised a hand to stop him.

‘Do you recall that all your efforts were being blocked? The lease, the permits…..’ you exhaled. ‘Apparently that was my father’s doing.’

‘Your father??’

You nodded.

‘News got to him that we were dating- and no I don’t know how, but it did.’ You added, knowing what’s on his mind. ‘You know how my father is... with his traditional ways. He couldn’t believe that his only daughter was seeing a blood traitor. There was no way he would allow it.’ You shook your head. ‘So he used his influence in the ministry, pulled some strings in order to do whatever he could to stop you from building the joke shop.’

‘You and George were being held back with one thing to another, it’s unheard of to have a business struggle so much just to get the right paperwork. So I did some digging, I had my suspicions then, I knew it had someone powerful but what was curious was that you were faced with all these constant barriers that couldn’t possibly be an authority being throughout with the paperwork. No, it was more inclined to someone with a personal grudged.’ You explained.

‘So, I took a chance and confronted my father.’ Continuing on, you sneered. ‘It was funny cause he didn’t even bother to deny my allegations, said he was doing the right thing.’ You air quoted. ‘And that if I wanted it to stop. He would do so immediately, under the condition that I break up with you and agree to have an arranged marriage.’

‘What?’ Fred shocked by your confession. ‘y/n. Why did you agree? ’

‘It was the hardest thing I had to do, but I knew that it was for the best.’ You looked at him with melancholy. ‘It would be the best for you.’

‘You thought it would be the best for me, did you honestly thought that I would agree to this huh y/n?’ Fred challenged.

‘I did it so that you would have a bright and happy future, even if it meant that I won’t be in the picture.’

He scoffs.

‘Freddie..’ When he wouldn’t look at you, you tried again. ‘love…’

He winces at the nickname.

‘You have been wanting to turn this dream of having your own joke shop into a reality for the longest time. I know that burning unstoppable passion you have in bringing joy into the world ever since I’ve known you.’ Moving closer, you cupped his cheek. ‘Time and time again, you had overcome people’s discouragement on your passion, and you came up on top.’

‘So who am I to stop you from fulfilling your dreams? I can’t do that to you Freddie. I won’t be always to bear with the knowledge of holding you back. I can’t. I couldn’t Not to you. ’

‘So you sacrifice your own happiness for me to have mine?’

You shrugged.

‘Do you love him?’ Fred’s voice was strained.

You were caught off guard by his question. ‘Adrian?’

‘Yea.’

Gathering your thoughts together, you reasoned ‘I…..I…It’s only been a few week since we got engaged-‘

‘Do. You. Love. Him?’ Fred could feel his heart contracting. But he needed to know where he stood emotionally to you.

‘I like him.’ Blinking, you thought about your past couple of weeks with Adrian. ‘He’s sweet and nice. A really caring gentleman.’ You admitted. ‘Not exactly the typical evil Slytherin archetype either. So there’s that.’

‘That’s not exactly a high bar.’ Fred taunted causing you to chuckle.

‘But in time…given time. I don’t see why I won’t potentially fall for him.’ You replied truthfully.

You both just sat there, shoulder to shoulder on his office table. Hints laughter could be heard through the door. In contrast to this small room full of eery silence and tense with the gloom of a last goodbye.

‘Well..’ You stand, brushing your dress straight. ‘I guess that is all there is to say.’ You sent him a reassuring smile, eager to maintain this light ambiance between you. ‘I just dropped by for a quick visit you and to inform you of the upcoming wedding of the year. Thought that it be best to clear the air and be polite and give you a heads up personally rather than finding out about it in the daily prophet tomorrow.’

You wrap him into a hug, knowing that this would be the last time. ‘I’ll miss you.’

Fred held onto to you tighter, inhaling your scent. ‘I’ll miss you too.’ Compelling his brain to remember what you feel like, what you smell like. His The One That Got Away. Burying his face into your neck, he pleads. ‘Do this one thing for me please…. To make things easier.’

‘Anything’ you replied.

‘Tell me you don’t love me.’

You stiffen in his arms, pulling back a bit to see his face. ‘I can’t.’

You were about to walk away when once again he stops you.

The next thing you know, you were spun back into his arms, kissing with intense passion, pouring your hearts out, knowing that this is it. The final kiss. The final moment. This is where your stories diverge.

You broke apart, cherishing his face this close one last time.

‘Goodbye, Fred Weasley.’

With that you exit his office, leaving behind a perfectly happy life of what ifs and a heartbroken man surrounded by reminders of his achievements and happiness.

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chiauve · 6 years

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Algernon - Day 7

(Note: I’m bullshitting my way through the computer and cyborg stuff and no one can stop me!)

A too-bright override command smacked him in the face and he swatted it away. Whoever this guy was he wasn't an amateur, but Jet was a human mind and couldn't just be hacked into, and with the loss of…everything else Jet could focus wholly on his defenses. But for how long? To what end?

There was a "back door" that would override the human component and give access to the cybernetic brain, an emergency port that Black Ghost had used liberally once he learned how to control his cybernetics. Gilmore sealed it up long ago, but it was standard for Black Ghost models and Jet really hoped this guy wasn't familiar with them.

It wouldn't come to that. Transmitter or not, the team wouldn't give up looking for him. He just had to hold on for a bit, they'd find him somehow. If they were alive.

Stop that. They were fine, they always won, they'd already sacrificed…

Oh god, Albert…

Sorrow turned to rage and Jet flung open the door and reached out into the invading computer. Programming and computers really wasn't his thing, but he knew how to just instinctively react towards them and let the cybernetic secondary brain translate whatever he did into something viable. He grabbed hold of the foreign computer, twisted, and then yanked.

The man jumped as his computer crashed and Jet felt satisfaction at his dumbfounded stare. The screen turned back on, black save green text.

_I SAID F U C K O F F_

Jet's triumph was short lived as the dumbfounded expression turned to elation.

"It defended itself. It attacked my system in defense! This AI is incredible!"

Wait, what? AI?

Hardly stymied, Jet's new personal nemesis promptly began to get his computer back up and running. He unplugged Jet after the first attempt when Jet tried to trash the BIOS.

Jet wanted to scream. The motions occurred as his eyes narrowed and his mouth twisted and opened, but no sound came out. The man glanced up, not at all threatened, then merely reached out and shut his mouth.

"Glitchy thing…" he muttered.

Damnit, I'm not glitchy, you idiot! I'm a human being!

His computer back online hours later, the stranger called it a day and left, shutting off lights in his wake and leaving Jet alone in the dark. It sounded like the man walked up wooden stairs behind him, like he was in a basement, but Jet couldn't turn to look. There was something highly disconcerting about being unable to turn one's head. Amazing what Jet took for granted sometimes.

With this reprieve he tried to get some semblance of order in his systems. He ran diagnostics; they failed. He tried overriding primary systems with secondary ones or obsolete programs that Gilmore hadn't bothered to remove during upgrades. The chronometer was malfunctioning; he had no way to keep track of time. He finally had to accept his bodiless state and performed a full disconnect, usually reserved for lost limbs in combat that he could keep functioning without being assaulted with errors and mistranslated pain. The cybernetics calmed considerably but the panic in his mind only doubled as he was left with a sense of nothing and he worried about shock.

Either way, he must have blacked out because he startled awake at the sound of a door closing and footsteps descending.

So it began again. Jet shut the door and slumped against it while the pounding continued, stray commands leaking through and whipping him across the face.

He needed to do something. Maybe he was going about this wrong. So long as this man got nothing he would keep trying for everything. Maybe Jet should throw him a bone and let him play with that, maintaining control of the information given. Maybe get some of his own in turn.

At least until the others showed up and Joe kicked this guy's ass through the wall.

He opened the door a crack.

"I'm in!" the man crowed.

Oh my god, who actually says that?

_WHERE AM I_

"Not now," the man grumbled and kept typing, ignoring Jet's request. He was too fascinated with the minor feed Jet was allowing him, continuing to talk to no one.

"I need to get past the AI right now. I knew it was damaged when I bought it but this is…It's glitchy as all hell look at this data it's a mess."

Those aren't glitches, you moron, that's me. Haven't you ever seen a neuro-cybernetic crossfeed before?

_WHO ARE YOU_

"What, I need credentials now?"

_YES_

That brought his assailant up short and the man stared at Jet long and hard.

"It can hear me."

_I CAN HEAR YOU YES__WHO ARE YOU_

"Can you understand me?"

_I SAID YES ARE YOU LACKING BRAINCELLS_

"Oh my god," the man breathed in delight, "Best robot head ever!"

_IM HUMAN_

"Of course you are. Shit, shit! I can't wait to reverse engineer this!"

_NO_

"Sorry, gotta find out how you work. Don't worry I'll put you back together."

_NOT A ROBOT_

"Somebody was watching too much Star Trek when they made you, huh?" and then he went back to Jet's data.

I'm older than Star Trek, Jet started to send but was cut off by an identification request command. Damnit. If he got hold of Jet's ID codes he'd never get his defense 'door' fully shut again. Fortunately this man was accustomed to robots and was sending the wrong request format. It was a Black Ghost code though, so Jet couldn't help but begin to worry.

He might have to force a shutdown if his systems were breached. Hell, he could technically do a minor self-destruct and destroy the cybernetic brain, though without the emergency oxygen and power flow modules at the base of his skull running he wouldn't live more than a few minutes.

Those were starting to get a bit low now anyway. They were designed to only keep the brain alive if all else failed; he wasn't supposed to be conscious while they were in use. He was burning through them too fast. He had maybe a few days at most.

Another request command slapped him in the face and he batted it away.

His assailant frowned then sat back, arms crossed in thought. "This is a Black Ghost core system, but I haven't seen much of their stuff on the market lately and yet you've got some pretty recent hardware upgrades from a third party. So let's see…" He reached out and grabbed some of the vertebrae hanging naked from Jet's neck. "There should be a serial number here somewhere."

He went back to his computer and started something else, Jet couldn't tell what without opening his door further and if he was honest with himself he was getting frightened. This man was familiar with Black Ghost tech.

Just hang on until the team finds you. Go back into lockdown.

Jet tried to shut the door when a stream of gold light shot through the gap and held it fast: the correct identification request. Jet was overridden and his cybernetic codes rushed out the door like an overexcited dog he couldn't grab.

_IDENTIFICATION - BG-CX00-2_

"There we go, just had to get the right series."

_STOP IT_

"Got'cha now, my little robot head."

_IM HUMAN_STOP_IM A CYB

Access: BG-CX00-2 Access granted: waiting Override: system AI System AI already overridden: active: primary neuro component

The man frowned and then shrugged.

Override: primary neuro component Accessing…

No! Jet screamed as a tearing sensation ripped through him. He was being cut off. No, no, no! He pulled from his mind the image of an axe and slammed it down onto the stream of gold light, snapping it and throwing him back against the door that slammed shut. It hurt, it hurt so fucking much.

Access overridden: entry denied: please enter passcode and lick my balls

"What the hell!" the man snapped, and continued to put in Jet's access codes that pounded against Jet's defenses

You get nothing! Jet seethed, and held the door fast.

Please pass out please pass out please pass out god please…

The drill whined and Jet's eyes rolled back into his head.

His assailant was familiar with Black Ghost tech, enough to find out where the back door emergency port was. He'd grown tired of Jet's rolling passcodes and emergency shutdowns and was going straight for the source, drilling into the roof of Jet's mouth. He wasn't an amateur, but he didn't have the specialized tools Black Ghost or Gilmore had and was making do with what he did. A hole saw that didn't fit into Jet's mouth well enough to reach the back, so he leveraged it against Jet's upper mouth and snapped the handle down, dislocating Jet's jaw completely. Jet had blacked out briefly from that but he wasn't so lucky for the drill.

Again it whined, wet and loud, and pain and terrible vibrations tore through him. Liquid flew out of his mouth, white and red, and splattered onto the man's gloved hands. The drill stopped and he stared at the fluid.

The cybernetic fluid that made up most of the 00 cyborgs was a milky white, thick and nutrient rich, but some human blood remained. When injured they tended to bleed pink, but this close to his brain separate veins carried only blood and it beaded the man's gloves. He stared at it.

"What the hell…" he breathed, incredulous, and touched some of the blood. "Oh no, oh come on!" he yelled, forcing Jet's mouth open and peering into the damage he'd made. With a frustrated cry he slammed Jet's head back onto the desk.

Ow…

"It's a fucking cyborg!"

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underxthexsuns · 6 years

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Chapter 1: Part 1 - Bruce Banner’s Story

WRITERS’ NOTE

This fic is compiled from an RP. Please excuse any choppiness or flow concerns that may arise because of this.

Also, please note this is entirely AU. Canon ships have been eliminated in most cases, and some timelines and canon stories have been changed for our story purposes and general amusement. Characters alive in the MCU may be dead in this universe and vice versa. Loosely, this RP occurs after Civil War, Spider-Man Homecoming and Ragnarok. Willingly suspend your disbelief and enjoy

~ Lucy and BG Blogger

-1-

The Island of Solace, Kingdom of Eldorai, Realm of Soleil

The two suns of the blue planet Soleil were both high in the sky. The elder red sun's warm hues were tempered by the golden rays of the newer and more energetic sun, and together the blazing orbs in the sky illuminated the shoreline of Eldorai. Unlike the beaches of Earth, the sands here were composed of pale blue glass that shimmered and danced as brightly as the warm blue waters that lapped against its shores did. It was here that Paloma Nuage strolled the way she often did in the dual afternoon, enjoying the way the warmth heated her freckled skin. Behind her, two great dog-like beasts padded, though their hulking paws made no sound, as these dogs were not composed of flesh and bone.

They were made of swirling black shadow.

As usual, the dogs were distracted. The glassy pink crabs that scuttled back and forth across the beach put both in a state of excitement. Their nubby tails shook to and fro, and their eyes darted back and forth like two spectators at some sporting event ever tracking the ball. The day was like any other for Paloma and her pets.

Until it wasn't.

Render was the first to sense that something was not right. The larger of the dogs suddenly growled, turning its blood red gaze toward the sky. Paloma stopped and turned to see what the trouble was, assuming that the silly creature had gotten too close to a scuttling crab and received a well-earned pinch in return.

"You silly poor--" she began but then stopped short, following his gaze to the sky. "What is it, Boy?" she asked.

Paloma turned her hand into a sort of visor for her brow, trying to see if anything threatening was visible in the cloudless sky. "There's nothing," she said as if trying to convince herself. "You odd little--"

It was then that Sheagra began to share her brother's fears, abandoning her nosing at a large lavender shell to join in with the growls. Although always later to react, the female was much more protective of her mistress, and so it was that the beast barreled toward Paloma, flinging the woman over her broad back as she darted toward one of the craggy seacliffs.

"It's probably just a lunabird confused at the hour!" Paloma protested. "Stop, Girl!"

But Sheagra paid no mind.

She continued to charge along the glassy beach until she reached a crevasse in the cliffside large enough to conceal herself, her flailing mistress and her trailing brother. Once within the crevasse, the two creatures blocked the entry, both snarling and showing their shadowy teeth. And it was only then that the silver metal of a ruined Asgardian space ship began to rain down, shattering the glass beads of the beach into smaller slivers and bringing the first of the travelers that would change Soleil forever to its surface.

A traveler by the name of Bruce Banner.

Biochemistry. Nuclear physics. Gamma radiation. These profoundly intricate scientific studies, ones that oft consumed the waking hours of Bruce Banner, were far easier for the scientist to grasp, to get ahold of than his own state of mind had become in the last few years.

Science--what had once been such a comfort to the doctor now posed an ever-present threat to him, one that he could somehow keep at bay until his heart rate began to pick up and his blood began to race, signifying an impending transformation should he be unable to get his breathing under control.

And the deep breathing exercises he had attempted to master could never quite stop his emotions from getting the better of him.

He had gotten more skilled at it, of course, and learned how to use his monumental mistake to his advantage when necessary. But moments like this, hurtling through the sky in a deteriorating hunk of metal heading for some colorful surface he could not make sense of--these unanticipated moments of panic wiped out years of coping mechanisms and allowed instinctual responses to take over.

Breathing hard and labored, Bruce gripped onto the side of what was left of his quarters in the ship, clinging to one of the walls as if the harder he squeezed onto the metal bar, the easier it would be to calm himself. That did nothing to stop the onslaught of panic and disorientation. The sound of air whistling through the holes in this forsaken section of the ship soon became replaced by a thundering in his ears so loud that not even Thor himself could have commanded it.

Dizzy, Bruce was forced to release his grip on the wall and go clamoring to the floor where his fists balled against it, one lifting up and slamming down onto it again as dread and fear for his life turned into confusion. The fog taking over his mind was often the last thing he remembered in these moments, and he had no choice but to surrender to what he knew was coming.

By the time the piece of the Asgardian ship ran explosively aground, inside there was no longer a mild-mannered doctor inside it. In his place, there raged a half-dressed beast whose roar of fury could be heard long before the metal that housed him was ripped apart from the inside.

With a piece of the ruined ship twice his size in one fist, the Hulk emerged from the ship, standing at full height as he flung what had kept him trapped many yards ahead of him. It was only when he looked at where he'd sent the silver flying that his eyes were able to take in the strange surroundings and the creatures that the metal had fallen just shy of.

There was another roar of a sound as he picked up the remains of the metal and hurled it toward the trio, following the path toward the break in the rock wall with large footsteps that shook the ground beneath him.

Paloma gave a cry of surprise when the ruins of what she could only assume was a spacecraft or a satellite crashed down. Her loyal pets growled more ferociously, causing her to reach a shaky hand out to the shadowy scruff of Render's neck. "Easy...there could be a survivor and-"

She peeked through the crevasse in time to see a...hulking green beast reduce what was left of his silvery wreckage transport into nothing but shards. "Never mind," she said, crouching down with terror as the metal was lobbed in their direction.

As the beast came barreling toward them, apparently in hopes of turning them into scraps as well, Paloma cried, "Defend!" to her pets.

Instantly, the two growling shadows leapt out of crevasse. Both hunkered down, hindquarters splayed, front paws flat against the glassy sand. They barked in warning, the sound coming out as aggressive booms. Each bark seemed to increase the size of the dogs until they were level with the waist of the great green man.

The sound of the dogs booming in his direction did nothing to slow the Hulk down, teeth gritted as he barreled toward them with the intent of getting them out of his way as quickly as he could. One of his massive hands came out to do just that with the two dogs in from of him, sweeping his arm across to fling one of them from his path. He could hear the voice of what sounded like a girl as he did, but her pleas for him to stop did nothing to inspire inaction. If anything, it only gave him another target to deal with in a moment.

"Halt and no harm will come to you!" she called to the man, just peeking her head out from the crevasse. "We could be friends? Maybe?"

Unsure this strange green creature had ever met a friend he did not want to eat or crush, Paloma quickly made a decision. She leaned out further from her hidey-hole and focused her gaze on the sizable shadow the green alien had cast along the glass beach. Suddenly, the flat black silhouette emerged from the ground, taking on a life of its own.

"Please stop!" she called at him before she turned the Hulk's own shadow against him. The giant black mass wrapped its flickery arms around the Hulk's charging legs much like a child would a parent it was trying to keep from leaving the home bound for battle. The shadow man drug his feet against the sand in hopes of trying to slow the approaching beast down.

Hulk turned around, bending at the waist to see what had dared touch him when he was confronted with, well, himself, essentially. Having something that size facing him down only fueled his survival instincts which in turn made his heavy brow crease and his jaw clench as another frustrated noise came out of him. He did his best to turn around and grab hold of the thing, but before he could, he found himself flat on his back.

"I really don't mean you harm!" she said as the Hulk's shadow managed to pull him off his feet. "Sorry!" she cheeped. "Please don't get back up..."

And as if to discourage him from doing so, the shadow dogs stepped forward and showed their teeth as the shadow hulk held on for dear life, ready to wrestle further.

Ignoring the voice of the desperate girl trying to reason with him, the great green beast reached down to try and pull the shadow version of himself off, only to have the creature lift up his own massive arm to block the movement. When it did, the Hulk had been in motion toward the other being which caused a collision with its fist and his own head. This incapacitated the massive green beast and sent him back against the ground, only this time totally unconscious.

Paloma winced when the green visitor collided with its shadow fist as if she had somehow felt it. Her dogs stopped barking and cocked their heads. Sheagra turned to look at her, making a series of confused yelps that prompted her to say, "No, he does not seem to be very bright...poor thing."

Before she could go and investigate, the green thing was changing before her eyes, shrinking and growing paler until he was no bigger a man than her father had been.

"Well..." she said, surveying him. "That is...not what I expected to happen." She approached the naked body hesitantly and bent down, giving it a little tap with her finger.

Sheagra growled a little in protest. "Oh hush. You worry too much. He's asleep..." Looking to the Hulk's shadow that was towering over the two of them scratching its head, she said, "If you wouldn't mind...I think he would be much more comfortable in a bed."

Hours later, Bruce Banner laid in just such a bed. The blanket covering him was impossibly soft and rippled with the sleeping movements of his body.

Outside, the young sun had set, leaving the landscape bathed in blood red light. The illumination reflected off of mirrors around the windows positioned to reflect at long green ivy vines that grew inside of the simply furnished room. Orchid-like flowers blossomed on the scrolling tendrils and they gave off a bright glow that illuminated the room like lanterns.

Bruce's unmentionables were covered by a long skirt made out of the same sort of material that dressed the bed, only in a rich shade of copper rather than pale ivory. Paloma wore one to match with a form fitting blouse with a ruffled collar covering her chest where Bruce's was bare.

Paloma sat watching carefully for any sign that the man might be waking, and when he seemed to be she rose to her feet and came to crouch beside the bed.

"Good halfnight, Traveler," she said. "You are safe...and I would most appreciate being the same. If you could stay peach and not go green, I would be much obliged."

Bruce wasn't sure how long he had been sleeping when unconsciousness left him, and it took a moment for him to open his eyes. He had been enjoying the comfort of the bed until he remembered that he had not been sleeping and should not be in a bed.

No, the last thing he had been doing was heading to his new room on the ship, and then having that room go plummeting from the sky. This realization startled him fully awake and he opened his eyes finally, afraid to look around and see where he was. Or worse, what he might have done.

His worst fears were confirmed when he sat up in a strange place and looked down to see that he was not wearing a shirt. Peering under the blanket, he realized that he had been dressed in something else that was not his, either. Bruce's eyes closed again; not to sleep this time but instead in dread and shame.

He hadn't noticed the girl at his bedside until she had crouched beside it and began speaking, and when he heard her say 'go green,' he let out a soft sigh and forced himself to open his eyes again.

Bruce pulled the blanket up further around him and held it tightly in his fists. He took in the sight of the red head asking him to remain as he was for her safety, which prompted him to meekly ask before even trying to find out who she was or where he was, "...did I hurt you?

Paloma wasn't sure if the man in the bed would understand her language or if he could understand language at all. He didn't seem to when he had been green, but there was much different about him in that moment. Already, she was planning how she might try to communicate with the peach version of the man in hopes of bringing out his greener side. She really had no evidence that he would be safer in peach form, but at least he was smaller.

To her relief, the peach version could speak. "Oh no," she said kindly. "The only one hurt was you." She gestured to his forehead. "You ran headfirst into your shadow's fist."

Although she frowned with sympathy, Bruce felt relieved at this news. That was the best possible outcome in these situations, and he was often not so fortunate. The explanation of how Bruce had hit his head brought a dull ache of pain to life. He reached his hand up to touch it, and when he did, she explained that he had run into 'his shadow's' fist.

Confusion read on Bruce’s face as he lifted his gaze to where she was pointing. The large shadow was sitting in the corner of the room with her two dogs contentedly in his lap.

Paloma followed his gaze and reached out a hesitant hand to touch his arm. "It is a friend. No reason to be afraid. I can send it away, even, if you promise to be peach."

Despite her assurances, Bruce was startled a little and pushed back on the bed, feeling his heart rate begin to pick up.

Not again. Not now.

"Are you in any pain?"

Bruce closed his eyes and took a few very deep breaths in succession. Though his head did hurt, he shook it to signify that he was fine, eyes still closed.

"I am called Paloma. What are you called, Traveler?"

Careful to only look at his hostess when he opened his eyes this time, he repeated her name and gave a soft, uncertain smile. "Paloma."

The way he pronounced her name caused the redhead to grin. Paloma had not heard anyone say it aloud in such a long time. She almost asked him to do it again, but thought he might think her odd. Or odder than he probably already found her now that he had discovered her entertaining his shadow while he slept.

"Dr. Banner," he said as he released the blanket and tried to relax himself. “Bruce.”

"Doctor Banner Bruce," she pronounced carefully.

"Bruce," he shook his head as if to correct himself. "Call me Bruce.”

"Bruce,” Paloma echoed, trying out the name. “That is faster to say. And a fine name."

“Where... what is this place?"

Wondering if he had even actually come here the way he believed as he hardly trusted himself or his memory, he asked, "How did I get here?"

"You are on the Isle of Eldorai on the Realm of Soleil."

Bruce nodded, even though he had never heard of the place before. That wasn't new; he had found himself in strange places before and managed to make it out alive. If everyone here was as kind as her, there was no reason to get upset or afraid.

Paloma continued on to tell the tale of his arrival, her voice coming in an excited sort of breathlessness as if she was reliving every exciting moment, "You...fell from the sky. From space, I think. You had some metal with you but you threw at me. I left it where it was if you need it."

"After you threw it, I made friends with your shadow and tried to calm you down. You gave Render and Sheagra quite a fright and they were barking loud enough to wake the Beyond. I think they only upset you more, though. And then..." She pantomimed him running into the fist.

She got to her feet and went to a basin, retrieving a damp rag. "Would you like me to send off the green you's shadow?"

""I can't make any promises,” he confessed in a soft voice “It...can stay." It was better if he had something to stop him rather than to get worked up and hurt the kind girl who was taking care of him.

Bruce turned his mind to how he had come to find himself in this unfamiliar world as Paloma saw to her work at the basin. The part about the metal and the sky did make him think that he had indeed come from the ship, which prompted him to ask, "Was there anyone else with me? A blond man, maybe?"

Turning to glance over her shoulder with her hands still in the basin, Paloma shook her head, "No, you were alone. Well, unless the blonde man can become very small...or turn into metal? Otherwise, I think only you made it to my shore."

Paloma lifted a cloth out of the basin and rang it out. She approached the bed, placing one knee on it. "May I?" she asked gesturing toward his head. "It is soaked in Peaceberry water. It should ease the pain."

"Thank you," he said with a tight smile, giving her the go ahead.

Paloma crawled onto the bed more and placed the cool rag against Bruce's forehead. She sat right in front of him in the space between his legs, leaning close so she could press the soft cloth flat against his skin.

In her new position, Bruce was able to get a good look at her face for the first time and noticed that she was not only kind, but quite pretty as well with large blue-green eyes and a heart-shaped mouth. This thought made him shyly cast his gaze away from her while she dabbed at his skin.

"There," she said finally with satisfaction and sat back. It was only once she had sat back again that he let himself look at her once more.

"That did help," he said with an easier, more comfortable smile than before.

"Excellent," Paloma was thrilled to hear that her remedy had been effective It had always worked for her bumps and scrapes, but she had no idea if it could help an alien. She was relieved to hear that it had, wanting her guest to feel comfortable. Who knew how long he would need to stay there?

"I find that interesting...what did you call it? It's a...berry with analgesic properties?"

"Peaceberry," she replied. "Anklejesus?" she repeated. "I am not sure what the meaning of this word is. Our healers have long used it to take away pain. My nurse taught me how to prepare it when I was small. I liked to put it on Papa's bruises when he would come home from the battlefield."

"You'll be good as new in no time." She slipped off of the bed and returned with a spiny looking piece of fruit. "In case you are parched and hungry." She passed the strange thing to him and a slight sloshing sound of liquid could be heard within.

Even more interesting to Bruce than an ‘anklejesus berry’ was the fruit that she brought over to him. His brow furrowed as he took it from her and examined it. "What do you call this?" He asked curiously, moving it by his ear to hear the liquid inside of it.

"Jubub,” Paloma said simply “Do you not have it on your home world?"

As he shook his head and examined the fruit, Paloma could not help but ask "Where were you trying to go when you fell out of the sky, Bruce?"

Bruce moved the strange thing down into his lap and fiddled with it as he tried to come up with an explanation for both himself and her. "I don't exactly know...I mean, I was leaving Asgard," he said matter of factly as if everyone was aware.

Paloma's eyes flashed with recognition when he mentioned Asgard. "I have heard of your world! It is one of the nine realms. Our court mystic taught me the names and locations of all of them in the sky."

"We were moving its residents to safety,” Bruce continued “And... I have to assume the ship malfunctioned and we did not make it very far."

That was the best answer he could give. It was either that or Loki's doing, and he couldn't be pressed with the thought of so many people in danger and him unable to do anything.

"Who is the blonde man?" Paloma asked in a softer tone. There was a risk the question might upset him, but she could not temper her curiosity.

"Thor, he..." Bruce sighed, trying not to get flustered as he realized he was really alone in this place.

"The King of Asgard. He was on that ship with me. If he made it down here, too, I might be able to figure out what happened and get us back on track. I'm just... apparently alone and at a loss without any further knowledge," he said the last words breathily and rubbed at his temple with one hand.

Paloma frowned a little. "I'm sorry that I did not see your king, Bruce. Soleil is a large realm, though. There is hope he and the rest of your people landed elsewhere." How he would ever find them, she had no clue.

That would have to wait, though. For the time being, she could see to his immediate needs. She moved and sat next to him on the bed, putting her back against the headboard.

The thought of Thor being his king earned the woman a laugh. "I'm not really from there. I--the guy you met, he was helping Thor. It--" he waved off what he was saying.

"It doesn't really matter, does it? I'm here now," he said with a long glance around the strange room, eyes lingering on the shadows in the corner for only a brief second.

"Your story is important," she told him. "To me, it is. But you needn't tell it now for you are correct...you are here now. Safe. And you may stay as long as you need to. I am glad for the company."

Paloma gestured toward the fruit in his lap. "I can show you how to drink from and eat it..."

Bruce nodded and handed it over to her, his curious eyes watching intently, genuinely intrigued by the thing.

Never taking his eyes off of the fruit, he asked, "Do you live here alone?" He was hoping she'd say yes, but not for any malicious reason; quite the opposite, actually.

For the first time since he had awoken, Paloma's smile vanished. She looked forlornly at the fruit and shook her head. "I am alone." Forcing herself not to become as dark as the day was becoming outside with the red sun setting, she looked over at Bruce, "With the exception of my pets, of course."

Bruce thought to himself that his hostess seemed too kind to have to be alone if she didn't want to be. He almost felt the need to apologize, but he wasn't sure what for.

Her confession made, Paloma took the fruit and carefully broke off one of the long spines. "Now, you just go like this." She inverted the spike and drove it into the dimple that had been created with is removal. A hole appeared in the fruit. "Drink from there," she told him. "And when it is empty, the shell will cleave, and you can eat the flesh."

Bruce took the bizarre piece of fruit and turned it up so that he could drink from it. The man hadn't realized how thirsty he had been until he began to drink it, and it wasn't long until he had drained its contents.

Finally, unable to resist, Paloma asked, "You said...the guy I met...are you referring to you green? Or...is it...not you? I hope it is not rude to ask. Everyone I have ever met has only managed to be one person at a time, not two. And certainly not one green and one peach. Your species is not familiar to me."

Bruce let the fruit sit in the cradle of his hands in his lap again and looked down at it as she finished her question, unsure of how to answer.

"It isn't rude. I'd have questions, too. But, uh... There is no species," he explained quietly. "I'm the only one like this."

Bruce looked over at her, trying to figure out how to satisfy her curiosity without giving her more information than she'd asked for.

"Speaking technically, he is me, but..."

He shrugged slowly. "We are not the same. He comes and...I go. Most of the time, without my say so."

Picking absently at the fruit, he added with a sad smile, "Rarely can I control him. He's mostly a burden." Glancing up at her, he finished quietly, "A dangerous one. My biggest mistake."

Paloma was relieved that Bruce did not think her question was rude. She had been taught to tread cautiously with strangers, as even the slightest of offense could lead to calamity. While she doubted that offending her guest could cause something as serious as a war, she did not want to risk him not liking her, or worse, just leaving.

She listened with wide eyes as he explained that he was the only one who turned green from his world. It made sense that he referred to that side of him as someone else. Paloma could tell that the green half of him was a source of shame, and judging by the question that he had asked when he first arrived, she guessed he had hurt people without meaning to in the past.

"You are one of a kind," she said gently with a genuine smile. "I am as well...as far as I know."

The more Paloma she talked, the more Bruce found he liked her. They'd only just met and under bizarre circumstances, but even with her having met his less flattering self before him, she didn't seem to be afraid and instead thought him to just be unique. The smile he wore when he agreed, "I think you are," said that he really did think she was the only one of her kind in his own way--in relation to how she thought of Bruce Banner.

Paloma's attention shifted to the shadowy creatures in the corner of her room. As if sensing her gaze, Render rose to his feet and yawned. He gave a low groan and then snuffed the air. Crossing the bedroom, he hopped up on the foot of the bed.

"He won't hurt you," she promised as the dog proceeded to sniff Bruce's feet through the blanket. "He just wants to know what you are."

Bruce did not relax even as she assured him everything was fine, but he did calm his muscles a bit once the dog determined him to be okay and rested his head on his foot. He wanted to sit up and try to pet him like she did to say that he was friendly, but he still was a bit off-put by its appearance.

Leaning down, she patted his head, "Bruce is a friend," she told the dog who promptly flopped down on the bed and put his chin on Bruce's foot.

"What is a mistake?" she asked, the word having been echoing in her mind. "This is not a word I know."

"A mistake," he repeated.

"You know... Something you do that you don't mean to do. I mean to say, I created him by accident. And now I've got to deal with what I've done."

His eyes had moved to the large shadow in the corner as he said those words darkly. With something of a breathy laugh, he said, "but you don't seem to mind. And I'm not sure how I feel about the fact that you don't. It's...nice, but it probably isn't a good idea."

"A mistake is an error that you regret, " Paloma said, summarizing his explanation.

"We do not have a word for this. I was always taught that you must accept your errors and learn from them. Regret is a waste of energy." Quickly she added, "But I know all cultures are different. Even here on Soleil."

Bruce looked back down at the fruit as she spoke. It wasn't as easy as that for him, he thought, but he did not intend to say so. He didn't intend to go into all of that; she didn't need to hear his life story or what he wished he could have done different. Paloma didn't need to know that his mistake had cost many people their lives in the long run. It wasn't her issue to listen to.

With the unfamiliar word explained, Paloma processed the rest of what he had said. "People where you are from mind that you become green?"

"My friends...they actively try to keep me in situations where I won't freak out."

Paloma smiled. The expression that he used was unfamiliar to her, but she could guess his meaning. They helped him to remain calm, as apparently that was the key to helping him stay peach rather than green.

She thought the situation for a moment and said, "I suppose if I did not have my shadow friends it might have been frightening to see you that way. But I do, so no I do not mind that you become him. If it troubles you, though, then I am sorry you find yourself living with your...mistake, as you called it."

"Life is peaceful here," she said. "Maybe this will be a good place for you." Of course, she did not want to get her hopes up that he would stay, but it gave her something to hold onto. Perhaps for at least a little bit of time she would not have to be alone.

Bruce was unsure of how to respond. Surely, he couldn't stay on this strange world forever; he didn't know the first thing about it or of her for that matter. But in the same vein, he couldn't go back to Earth. On Earth, he was just destruction and pain; even when he helped out a city, he did not do so without civilian casualties and destruction of property in his wake. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to consider it. After all, it couldn't be worse than where Thor had found him before.

Reaching out, Paloma picked up the fruit. "You should eat the jubjub before it begins to leak. It is very sticky and it will soon be too dark for us to go and bathe in the sea."

“Right," he mumbled with a nod as he looked down at it, pulling off a piece and popping it into his mouth.

As he chewed, he turned his head back to her. With fruit still in his mouth, he said, "You said I could stay... do you mind if I crash out for a little bit?"

"Of course you may stay....but do not crash, please. You might be hurt." Paloma said, holding up a hand as if she thought he was going to jump into the sky and then fall onto the ground.

Bruce took another bite, chuckling at her confusion "Just need to..." he motioned at himself absently. "Sleep it off a little more, I think."

"Oh! Sleep. Of course." Paloma jumped off the bed and whistled for Render to vacate his spot.

Reaching down, she took the cloth off of his head and set it back into the basin. "A pleasant rest to you, Bruce. I will be right here if you require anything before First Dawn."

"Thank you, Paloma," he said softly as he got himself into a lying position again. He watched her from where he lay as she told him she'd be right there if he needed something.

He closed his eyes and pulled the blanket up around him. "I think your..." he yawned through a sleepy smile, "big shadow friend will keep an eye...on me..."

By the time he had finished the sentence, had fallen into a restful sleep, one not induced by a large fist, and instead by genuine peace.

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Any random fics you would recommend?

Hi Nonny!

I’m actually in the process of writing a lists upon lists of fic recs, but I think I’m overdue for another fic rec list to tide y’all over! How about, in the same style of my last “random fic rec list”, a list of the last 50 fics I just recently bookmarked? Listed in word count order, because it’s the easiest way for me to organize these :D Enjoy!

(As a side note, this was only supposed to be “Top 10″, then 20, then 25, and now it’s 50. I had to stop or I would have just done all my bookmarks, LOL)

I-J’S LAST 50 BOOKMARKED FICS || JUNE 2017

Tied by beejohnlocked (E, 1,029 w. || PWP, Bottomlock, Bondage) – Sherlock ties John up and rides him.

A Christmas Holiday by consultinggalpals (sansa_undergrind) (G, 1,076 w. || Tooth Rotting Fluff, Christmas, Honeymoon) – "Come on, Sherlock. Just take the picture already.”

Giveaway fic #1 by ConsultingPurplePants (E, 1,170 w. || John’s Belly, Coming Untouched, BJ’s) – John doesn’t like his belly. Sherlock does. Part 1 of 500 Tumblr Followers Giveaway Fics

Of Small and Unexpected Things by wearitcounts (Sher_locked_up) (T, 1,239 w. || Love Confessions, Scars, Implied Abuse, Fluff & Angst) – It’s by accident, the first time John sees them.

The Pigeon’s deplorable nesting place by SlothfulSlytherin (G, 1,482 w. || Alternate First Meeting, Humour, Fluff) – Upon returning to London, John Watson took up residence in a mouldy little flat on Baker Street. The flat itself wasn’t all that special or interesting, his new neighbour on the other hand…

Want by siennna (T, 1,806 w. || Fluff, Pining, First Kiss, POV Sherlock, Requited, Second Person POV) – When John speaks, you hear more than words. You hear the rise and fall of his tone, the comfortable quake of his laughter, the warm pauses of silence in between. When John laughs, there are stars glittering on his tongue and galaxies resting just behind his teeth, and you wish you could press your lips there and burrow into the warm sound. Part 6 of sienna’s favorites

Biggest and Best by Sexxica (E, 1,815 w. || Dildos, Sherlock’s Size Kink, John’s Giant Junk) – John Watson has a huge cock. Sherlock wants it inside him. Part 2 of Tumblr Ficlets Gone Wild

In Which John is Attractive and Sherlock is Angry by kim47 (T, 2.382 w. || Fluff, Est. Rel., Jealous Sherlock) – Sherlock’s reaction to finding out that everyone wants HIS John, and how he told them to piss off and get their own Watson.

Perfect Solo by Itsallfine (E, 2,384 w. || PWP, Solo Kink, Fantasy, Pining, Dirty Talk, Sex Toys) – Sherlock couldn’t decide how he wanted to have John that night. (The one where Sherlock uses his box of sex toys to take himself apart in every way John might have him.)

Green Carnation by glenien (T, 2,616 w. || Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Meta-Fic, Angst and Fluff, Communication, Post-TAB) – John takes Sherlock home. Part 1 of It’s No Longer Eighteen Ninety-Five

It Was All Right There In Front of Him (A Five Times Plus One Story) by bees_stories (T, 3,191 w. || 5+1, Protective Idiots, Grooming, Bed Sharing, Lestrade POV) – DI Greg Lestrade is a good detective. But sometimes he doesn’t trust the evidence in front of him, until there’s a compelling reason to do so.

it’s in the details by kimbiablue (T, 3,272 w. || Fluff, First Kiss, Pining Idiots) – Sherlock and John meet with a forensic artist to determine how capable they are able to describe each other. In which John struggles to adequately describe Sherlock Holmes, and also thinks about his lips a lot.

Posh Boy by panickedbee (M, 3,622 w. || Kinks, RST, Pining, Sexual Frustation) – In his head he greets him with hey, handsome in the morning, calls him genius when he is being too clever again, calls him pretty man and silly git and sweetheart and, of course, posh boy. Part 5 of Sherlock Holmes Is A Very Lucky Man

All That I Have by the_arc5 (M, 3,721 w. || Post-TGG Canon Divergence, Pining Sherlock, John Whump, Anxious / Worried Sherlock, Light Angst) – In the aftermath of the Great Game, Sherlock finds himself with a new weakness. John is both the cause and the cure.

Let me be the wallpaper that papers up your room by Teatrolley (NR, 3,966 w. || Est. Rel., Two Idiots in Love, Fluff, Domestics) – Four seasons in the life of Sherlock and John, really.

Someone Else’s Heart by thisprettywren (E, 4,188 w. || First Time, H/C, POV Sherlock, Caretaking John, Pining Idiots) – A crime scene, a rainstorm, and something they both should have known all along.

Practical Johnkeeping by what_alchemy (M, 4,330 w. || Beekeeping, Aging, Gladstone, Tooth Rotting Fluff) – Sherlock predicts nectar flow the same way he deduces a murder, but he harvests the honey like John coddles the dog.

Atrium by kali_asleep (T, 3,460 w. || 5+1, Valentines Day, Fluff & Schmoop, First Kiss) – Five times Sherlock gave John his heart, and the one time Sherlock got a heart in return (literally)

You Can’t Always Get What You Want by hubblegleeflower (E, 4,804 w. || Sex, First Time, Pining John) – John wants. He always has, but now that he’s living with Sherlock again, it’s all he can do to hold it back. And Sherlock isn’t helping…

How Will I Know? by eragon19 (E, 4,895 w. || Pining, Love Confessions, POV Sherlock, Fluff, Sherlock’s Imagination, Papa Lestrade) – Here was the problem: Sherlock Holmes was completely and irrevocably in love with John Watson, and he had absolutely no idea how to tell him.

Linger by queenoftrivia (E, 4,908 w. || Lingerielock, Fluff and Smut, BJ / HJ, Bottomlock, Dirty Talk) – Sherlock decides to surprise John after a somewhat stressful day at work.

Wasted Hours by songlin (E, 4,973 w. || Omegaverse || O!John/A!Sherlock, Pining, UST, Angst & Porn) – John is respectful. John keeps his distance. He doesn’t look at Sherlock when Sherlock decides trousers are for dull people. He doesn’t breathe in and savor it when Sherlock flings himself onto the couch first thing in the morning, wafting alpha scent, dressing gown settling around him in a cloud of blue silk. He doesn’t linger when he’s piecing Sherlock back together after a fight, even though he’s half-dressed and beautiful and right there. He can ignore it. He can control it.

Sociopathy and Other Fibs by kinklock (M, 5,314 w. || 5+1, Miscommunication, Humour, Friends to Lovers, Post S3, Love Confessions) – Five times John called Sherlock out, and one time Sherlock returned the favour.

a very soft epilogue (my love) by darcylindbergh (E, 5,395 w. || Retirement, Domestic Fluff, Dancing, Dogs, Grumpy Old Men) – Across the pillows, Sherlock shifts and hums, the creases of his face deepening and then smoothing before settling. John watches him wake up, his chest swelling with affection and fondness, and thinks he’ll never get tired of Sherlock in the mornings, sleepy and soft. It’s been some forty-odd years, and John hasn’t gotten tired of it yet. Part 5 of things fairy tales are made of

Thirty Three Hours Without John Watson by Bookaholic, mybrotherharry (M, 6,232 w. || First Kiss / Time, Pining Idiots, BG Mystrade, Crackish) – Sherlock can SO TOTALLY survive without John Watson. It should be a piece of cake.AKA the time when Sherlock braved grocery store lines for milk, purchased and gave away a box of tampons and figured out what the X-Factor is. Greg and Mycroft didn’t sign up for this shit. Next time, they are going to the Bahamas.

once upon a time by darcylindbergh (M, 6,501 w. || Fluff and Angst, First Kiss / Time, Love Declarations, Christmas) – It starts with a wish. In the beginning, John comes home. Part 1 of things fairy tales are made of

The Effect of Memory by testosterone_tea (E, 6,430 || Praise Kink, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Smut, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Confused Sherlock) – John has temporary amnesia coming off of anaesthesia after an operation and not only does he not recognize Sherlock, he starts flirting with him! After John recovers, he doesn’t remember the incident at all. But Sherlock does. Confusion ensues.

Sherlock’s Laboratory, Episode 1: Romance by berlynn_wohl (E, 6,900 w. || Clones, Sci-Fi AU, Clone Sex, Foursome, Double Penetration) – “John, this isn’t one of your science fiction programmes. This is reality.“ Part 1 of Sherlock’s Laboratory

Onomatopoeia by aquabelacqua (M, 6,904 w. || First Time/Kiss, Frottage, Dirty Talk, Domestics, Word Kink) – Something is the matter with John. Sherlock is determined to figure out what it is. Mark his words.

Drawstring by May_Shepard (E, 7,412 w. || Friends to Lovers, UST/RST, Fluff and Smut, Post-TAB, John POV) – John is bothered by Sherlock’s slowly-falling jim-jams… as in hot and bothered and he is trying to deal with a sexy dishevelled Sherlock while also keeping his pining in check.

Six Dates by avawtsn (E, 7,421 w. || 5+1, First Time / Kiss, Post S4-Compliant, POV John) – A rather accidental 5+1 written for the prompt “is this a date?” Hint: it is.

Christmas by WhimsicalEthnographies (E, 7,673 w. || Worried Sherlock, PWP, Drunkeness, Christmas, Est. Relationship) – John feels a lump rise in his throat, and it hits him, again, that this beautiful, infuriating creature is his. Completely, one-hundred percent his.

I’d be Lost Without my Blogger by shadenc (T, 8,057 w. || Rev. TRF, H/C, Angst) – "There are several snipers with their guns pointed at your head this very moment. Now, if you look up you’ll see John and myself on the rooftop of Bart’s. Understand the game yet?“ “Shoot me. Let him go and shoot me.” “Noble now, are we? Unfortunately, you are not the one who will make that decision.”

To Quote Malcolm Tucker; or, Get The Fuck In or Fuck The Fuck Off by kim47 (T, 8,484 w. || Jealous Sherlock, Flirting, Cockblocking) – Sherlock is cockblocker and a prick tease and John is not amused.

A Lifetime Together by LondonGypsy (M, 8,886 w. || Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Falling in Love, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Pining Idiots, Alternating POVs, Domestics, Retirement) – John and Sherlock falling in love.

The Devil You Know by PipMer (T, 9,300 w. || Friends to Lovers, Romance, Holmes Brothers, Jealous Sherlock) – The Holmes brothers are behaving oddly. John is dazed and confused. In other words, it’s business as usual at 221B Baker Street. Except when it’s not.

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BTS complete theory: Blood Sweat & Tears Jap. ver.

This whole theory is about BTS and their music videos, short films, solos, lyrics. The pictures of the boys are ALL FROM THE MUSIC VIDEOS. I do not own them.

I will only explain their meanings and connections.

(There are mentions of death, suicide etc. If you are uncomfortable with that, then I would not recommend reading this.)

I will post the explanation to each mv separately but please be careful to follow the order of the explanations because otherwise it won’t make sense at all.

Read BTS complete theory: Awake Solo + Short Film first.

BLOOD SWEAT & TEARS JAPANESE VERSION: Please note that they’re in the world in between now, just like in the BST Korean version. (if you’re confused and forgot what that is then go back to BST Korean version explanation) [Ah, I know this might be random right now but just to remind you: Colours always have two meanings, positive or negative. So, if you ever were/are confused as to why I used one colour for two completely opposite things where they have two opposite meanings, it’s because colours can be negative or positive and judging from the situation and how it would make sense I choose the positive or negative interpretation. (like if we see someone dying and there is red then it wouldn’t mean lust and passion but death – I just made up that example btw) Also: the reason why I am explaining the mv here and not right after the k-ver is because there are many things in this mv, which are connected to the short films etc.]

Anyways, continuing:

Jungkook lying on a white bed with his hands crossed like a corpse (=> his death is indicated)

He then wakes up, sits up and we see that he also has a window in his room (just like Jin). window + white bed = death

Jimin is in a room with blue light and looks around confusedly. Why the blue light?

The reason why we see this blue with Jimin is because of Suga’s manipulation. Healing, tranquillity, relaxation, less stress – Suga’s words (his temptations) make him feel that way. The apple proves that he is being tempted right now. Even in Blood Sweat & Tears k-ver we see that Jimin is being manipulated by Suga. They’re in the same room and Jimin is holding the apple and Suga the blindfold. The only difference between the k and the j ver is the fact that there is no blindfold. That is because what we are seeing right now is inside Jimin’s mind (proof will come), which is why we also see that light blue (since it represents what Jimin is feeling). But Jimin hasn’t completely fallen for Suga’s manipulation, because the apple isn’t bitten. Him biting it would mean that he completely accepts everything. But he’s only holding it – it is as if he’s still hesitating a bit. If he wouldn’t be doing that, then he would have already bitten the apple. But still, the fact that the whole room is blue and the only thing that’s left to do is biting the apple shows just how close Jimin is to giving in.

I am breathless the beauty is real

Behind V, we see Jimin, Jungkook, Jhope, Jin and Rapmon (maybe Suga is also there but we don’t see him) but they are not moving. Jimin and Jungkook look kind of shocked whereas V looks almost blank and seems as if he’s tired of everything. I will come back to thiiiis.

Jungkook’s wings are still small. His wings aren’t fully grown because he may have died and gotten his wings but he isn’t ready to fly to god yet, meaning that, in this scene, Jungkook still hadn’t decided which path he should take. These wings were also seen on the envelope, which Jungkook sent to Rapmon in his short film.

I know these might not be HQ but this is the best I could do :/

This is the same picture from BST korean ver.

And in the j-ver, we again see him looking at it.

He’s watching the fight between the good and bad (fallen) angels. Like, Jin is not only looking at the painting but he really is observing the fight. The fight between the boys. Because we also have “the good” (for ex. Jhope) and the bad (for ex. V) and Jin is watching the fight between them.

Once he looks at the painting through that thing, he sees it in red. Jin watches the fight between good and bad, that’s why: RED: Defiance, aggression, visual impact, strain.

Throughout this mv, we see scenes from the k-version. Probably to kind of show that there is a connection between that certain scene in the k and what is shown in the j versions.

What did that statue mean?:

He watches the fight between good and evil, then suddenly, he sees the wings. But the difference between the BST k-ver and the j-ver is the colour. In the j-ver that statue is surrounded by the colour red, which emphasizes the fight between good and evil, because the statue is supposed to be the evil that tempts whereas red is supposed to show the fight against that temptation.

We also see this:

I believe that there are many ways to interpret this scene. V removing his hands from Jin’s eyes and then the statue appearing is one of the last moments of the fight between angels and fallen angels (in BST k), so the reason why in the j-ver, it’s the exact opposite (V covering his eyes) is because the fight is being rewound. Like, in BST k we see the fight between angels and fallen angels (angel tries to ward off the evil from the fallen angel whereas the fallen angel tries to turn the angel evil) and we also see how it ends (Jin seeing the statue and giving in to the temptation as the last one). So by showing in the j-ver that everything from that moment (Jin seeing the statue etc) is being rewound, indicates that we again see the fight also in this mv.

I will leave out a few scenes but I will come back to the later on.

Rapmon and Jungkook sitting together (just like how they shared one room in the k-ver).

Then Rapmon takes the drink and starts to move towards Jungkook.

This is the same drink from the k-ver, where Rapmon drinks it:

In BST k, the colour looks darker at first, but that’s because it still hasn’t completely mixed with the water yet. But then the colour slowly starts to get lighter.

Rapmon drinks it, meaning that he gives in to the temptation since this drink is something like the apple and is supposed to tempt you to sin.

But in the j-ver, we se him offering it to Jungkook.

(back to that later) Then, we see Jimin using a mixer to make juice out of an apple (lol):

If you pay attention to this scene in the mv, you’ll notice that it’s an apple. But then it turns green:

Meaning that this drink, which Rapmon drinks in BST k and offers it to Jungkook in BST j, is the apple. What does the colour mean again?:

This is from BST:

But the difference is the colour. Jungkook is surrounded by the colour magenta.

What does magenta mean?:

Right after that scene, we see this:

Jungkook drinking from Rapmon. He’s drinking the juice (apple). But did you notice the change of the background?: At first when they were sitiing in the room, the colours in the bg were like this:

(the green frame is for the emotion the drink will make you feel) Rap Monster’s side is blue.

It is blue because he has already fully given in to the temptation of sinning and has turned evil.

Whereas Jungkook’s side is red. RED: Defiance, aggression, visual impact, strain. Meaning that Jungkook doesn’t actually want to accept that drink, probably because he knows that it isn’t supposed to be anything good. But he still does since it’s his “brother” who offered it to him. Like, I think, the reason why Jungkook doesn’t do anything and just drinks it is because he believes that Rapmon wouldn’t do anything to harm him. Because we know that Rapmon is like the “brother” who is supposed to care for all of them etc, which, I think, is why he accepts. And right after drinking it:

The red part disappears and everything turns the same blue.

Then we see him lying here in the back thingy (lol) of that car. It is Jin’s car.

RED: Defiance, aggression, visual impact, strain.

That car is surrounded by all these colours that represent Jungkook’s emotions. I think the fact that it’s Jin’s cars shows the effect his death had on Jungkook => That’s why the colours red and dark blue. But then, after drinking the juice, the light blue starts to push these emotions away and another colour appears:

But then we see more red:

RED: Defiance, aggression, visual impact, strain. => meaning that for a second Jungkook tries to fight against that temptation/against the drink. (more to that will come). But in the end:

It disappears again and we mainly see light blue and magenta, meaning that the drink/temptation “wins”.

Now this progress, which is shown with the colours is also shown in another way: At first, Jungkook has negative thoughts because of Jin’s death, drinks the drink. Then, as seen a few scenes before:

The light blue slowly surrounds him. But then, just like in the colour progress:

We see Jungkook’s defiance against the temptation/the drink:

Jungkook running into the bathroom. ORANGE: Deprivation, frustration, frivolity, immaturity. I think, Jungkook regrets listening to Rapmon, which is why:

He tries to vomit. We see these colours:

(I’ll talk about why Suga is there later on)

I think this is supposed to show that the “drink” starts to affect him. (meaning that he starts to give in) And then he pushes Suga away. That is not something Jungkook would do. It’s not as if Suga did or is doing anything bad to him, so why would Jungkook push him away? To be honest I was a bit confused as to why he did that since the boys mean the world to Jungkook, I mean, I know he just pushed him away but still, it’s not something Jungkook would do (if you remember the Begin lyrics then you’ll know what I mean). Well, I don’t think that Jungkook was like “Yee bro stop shaking me it’s kind of annoying” But what if this might show that the drink starts to kick in? Because first of all, the scene before that (pic above) also indicated that. And we said that if you drink this drink, apple => temptation to sin, then you give in to the temptation and start to sin. By sinning I mean things like harming people, maybe doing drugs – everything to get rid of the negative emotions. Because once you start to get rid of them, you’ll feel better (that’s why Namjoon etc are surrounded by the colour blue) So, Jungkook pushing away Suga might be his first step towards that path. By pushing him he could momentarily let out the frustration that he is feeling (this would also explain why we see the colour orange in the bathroom because orange = frustration etc) (if you’re confused as to why Suga is there – I will explain later)

He looks so beautiful

Jin suddenly stops for a second, probably because he saw how Jungkook lost the fight against evil.

See how the corner is starting to turn light blue? Jungkook stops fighting and the drink completely affects him.

Just like at the end of the “colour progress (I don’t know what to call this loool)”, the temptation/drink wins.

Now I will explain the scenes in which we saw Jimin (I skipped them until now) (also this might be a bit confusing so please read carefully): Sooo, remember how in BST k-ver Suga manipulated Jimin?:

As said here, the fact that Jimin is holding the apple and still hasn’t bitten it, means that he is still hesitating. The small bit of hope and innocence inside of him is holding him back. And in Lie we see this:

So, there are many things that prove us that deep down, Jimin still has a small, innocent part in him that is against Suga – or better said – against what Suga is trying to do to him.

And this is shown in the j-ver. Here, as said before, we see what is happening inside of Jimin’s mind:

So, basically this scene shows us that the manipulation has started and that there still is something that holds Jimin back from giving in (just like in BST k-ver, Lie, etc) And at the beginning of the BST j-ver we see this:

This Jimin above is supposed to be the “second Jimin”, the small innocent part of Jimin. That’s why we see him breaking free from Suga, or better said, breaking free from his manipulation. Which again is why we have the red light surrounding them since RED: Defiance, aggression, visual impact, strain. Meaning that the small innocent part of Jimin is deifying Suga etc. Then Jimin starts running away.

We also see the piano right behind Suga, which reminds us of Jungkook (more to that will come). Then we see Suga in the same room as Jimin (I am assuming that it’s the same room since we see the same background):

Them being in that same room proves that the manipulation has already started. (=> was also like that in BST k-ver.)

As the mv goes on, we see the small, innocent part of Jimin again:

Now that he is far away from Suga, we don’t see red anymore.

Right after that scene we see the other Jimin, who is being manipulated:

Then Jimin looks up from the apple:

And after that, we see the innocent Jimin again but this time he is seen with a very light blue:

You might wonder But Rapmon and Jungkook, who are supposed to be evil, are also seen with the colour light blue and this is Jimin’s good part, why is there blue??? But you see, light blue doesn’t mean good or evil. It’s just a colour for an emotion:

Both evil and good can feel it, but for different reasons. (Evil/bad reason: Like Rapmon and Jungkook after giving in to the temptation or like the Jimin who is being manipulated.) But right after the Jimin who is being manipulated is shown, this innocent part of Jimin is seen with the colour light blue (reduced stress, relaxation etc.) because he realises that the Jimin who is still under Suga’s manipulation, hasn’t completely given in since the apple isn’t bitten. Because the innocent part of Jimin wants to stop his other part from being manipulated. This sounds so weird but I hope you understand what I’m trying to say.

That’s why, in the next scene, we see him covering his mouth:

It’s as if he’s somehow trying to tell Jimin not to bite it. That’s why in the next scene:

Jimin only looks at the apple again, hesitating a bit more. Now the thing is, we know that Suga, in a way, forced Jimin to believe the things he said. But deep down, even this Jimin doesn’t want to, which is why he is hesitating. He believes that there is still something innocent in him left and he wants that something to find him and save him from Suga. Because he alone can’t run away from Suga since this Jimin has already come in contact with evil (the apple in his hand) and he can’t escape.

(Ah btw, I know that there are still a few scenes in the mv that I left out. But I will explain them later on, just like how I did with Jimin) Now, before I explain the next scene: Remember how this happened in BST k-ver: (‘ll just add screenshots of the explanation)

These were the screenshots from my BST k-ver explanation.

So basically, Jhope is trying to free V from his evil “side/part” We also see that in the j-ver:

Jimin and Jungkook are holding V. The fact that we see the two of them do that means that: 1. This scene happened way before Jungkook drank that drink because otherwise he wouldn’t help Jhope ward of the evil inside of V. 2. This is the Jimin before the manipulation started. The Jimin who is completely innocent. That’s why he’s wearing the same as the innocent Jimin from “Suga’s manipulation time”. Because Jimin has to be innocent to want to help Jhope.

And the person holding that ?dart? is Jhope since a few moments later we see him wearing the same. Ah also: In this situation and also in V’s case the colour means:

Since Jhope is trying to get rid of the evil for him. In the next scene, a moment from the k-ver is shown, which should indicate that there is a connection between the k and j-ver.:

Jhope preparing himself.

Jin is watching the fight between the angel and the fallen angel. Jhope and V.

rUDE

Again, Rapmon only watches what Jhope does (since he turns his head towards the direction the arrow comes from). He doesn’t help V. Also: the colour:

Moving on:

This scene is again from the k-ver:

RED: Defiance, aggression, visual impact, strain.

In BST j-ver., we see that scene from the point of view of an angel who is fighting against evil because: There is a thin sheet that separates blue and red. So basically, V’s, as seen in the k-ver., close to being engulfed by darkness and that thin sheet is what is keeping him from doing so. For the “angels” (Jhooope), everything under that sheet is calm and there is peace, but what’s beyond defies against the angels. And in in BST k-ver:

Meaning that V is being engulfed by darkness. For the angels, this would mean that he leaves the “good side” (calmness and peace) and is surrounded by red, which automatically means that he has started defying against the angels (he has become evil). That’s why in the k-ver they use black because black is usually associated with evil.

Jhope shooting the arrow. (left => warding off evil)

In the middle we see light blue, which represents Jhope’s arrow.

And on both sides, we see red and green: Now, the meanings of these colours are from Jhope’s point of view and since he shoots the arrow to ward off the evil inside of V, they represent evil. (because after he attacks V, instead of blood we see the colours – but I already explained that above with the screenshots)

RED: Defiance, aggression, visual impact, strain.

Also:

The thing with warding off evil is again indicated a few scenes later. Anyways, in the end, all of that means that Jhope shoots the evil out of V. (This again proves that Jhope is the angel and that this mv really is about the fight between good and evil)

my heart

Jhope is surrounded by light blue:

I think by now it is obvious that Jhope is an angel.

We also see things like the piano or Jungkook’s blanket, which may indicate that Jhope is thinking about them. Also, do you see the yellow light?: YELLOW: Irrationality, fear, emotional fragility, depression, anxiety, suicide. This shows the even though he’s strong and calm, he’s still affected by Jin’s death. But of course, compared to the blue light, the yellow one is tiny.

Same with Rapmon and Jungkook. But for them the reason why we don’t see it (or when we do its very small) is because they let it out by sinning. Unlike Jhope, of course. His hope is what keeps these thoughts from getting stronger.

Beautiful.

Hoseok is comparing those two times. And we can see how much everything has changed. How much they all changed, well, almost all of them. Jhope is still the same.

Then this happens:

What is he looking at? The fight between him and V. Now, let me tell you, there are 3 main scenes about V that are very important. The thing is, we don’t see them one after another, instead their order is mixed. I’ll explain them in the right order:

1. The scene where Jhope shoots V.

2. V acting weird (at the beginning of the mv)

3. The fight.

Of course, I have proof for all of that.

1 => I already explained everything about the 1. scene. It’s basically just about how Jhope “shoots the evil out of V” lol

2 => now this is the interesting part. I’ll explain the scene in the beginning:

So first of all, I LOVE THIS SCENE !!!! !!! !!! !!! !!!

Anyways. We know that Jungkook and Jimin were the ones who held V. And Jhope “shot” him. Now, after that, we see this:

They look shocked? Scared? And they aren’t holding V anymore. Apart from that:

We see Jhope’s hand. And if you watch the mv, you’ll notice from his arm that he already shot the dart. Like, you know, when you move your arm forward and the let go of the dart? His arm is exactly like that.

All of these indicate that this scene comes after Jhope threw that dart. But what exactly happened after he did that? As it is shown in not only the k but also in the j version, that “arrow”- or that dart - warded off the evil inside of V. In both the k-ver and the j-ver, we see how colours, representing evil, come out of V. So basically, when Jhope strikes someone, the evil inside of that person leaves and colours represent that. But in the j-version, it is not only colours that come out, but something else too:

V. Jhope wanted to ward of the evil inside of him but V himself is wholly evil, that’s why not only colours but also V are seen. He is wholly evil because he killed someone. Let me explain: Do you remember how frightened and uncomfortable V looked during the time Jimin and Jungkook were holding him?

But now, right after V is hit with that dart, everything and everyone has stopped. And the only one moving is V, whose attitude and expressions have changed completely.

He seems tired, as if he has just woken up. Maybe, this is supposed to indicate that th evil inside of him has fully awakaned and gotten out? I am not so sure tho. Also: The light blue shows us that he is calm, unlike the V from before. On top of that, he is surrounded by colours:

Jhope managed to ward off the evil. He wanted the evil to go away. That’s why V is gone and Jimin’s and Jungkook’s arms are empty. And that’s why, from V’s point of view, no one else is moving. It kind of seems like V is in a different dimesnion and he, as the evil, is the only one who can move. And the reason why he has to leave is because Jhope “forced him to do so” by striking him with that dart, or better said, with that arrow.

3 => the fight between Jin and V. Jin is always the one who watches the fight between good and evil. But only with V is he standing right there as the “fight” happens. (at the beginning when Jm & JK held him) When not only colours but V himself leaves, Jin is the only one who notices. Which concludes into this:

The fight. But before I explain why they fight, isn’t it weird that only Jin notices and fights against him? I actually thought that but then I remembered this:

Jin is the only one doing this. He is the only one who has a clear view over everything. When Jungkook turned evil, he put away that thingy (wth do u call that again)

probably realising that everythig’s going completely wrong. So when he sees just how bad V’s situation (him being completely evil) is, he decides to do something, anything. I am assuimg that in this fight, Jin tries to bring the normal V back since because of Jhope, all evil isnide of V is out (and has control). Jin starts hitting V, as said before, trying to bring the normal V back.

But he apologises, either because of the fact that he is hurting him or because of how Jin (his suicide) is the reason why V’s life turned out like this and how its come as far as V becoming so evil. But V is not normal. It is not the V that Jin knows, but it’s the evil inside of him. That’s why:

This expression. It is again proof that this V and the V from before Jhope shot him, are not the same. This one is pure evil.

And that is why he attacks Jin.

Do you really think that the usual V, who was abused by his dad, would even think about harming Jin, the one who helped him during that abuse? Of course not. There are multiple things in this theory, which show us just how much he loves and treasures Jin. And this again proves that the V we see is not the usual V. And the fact that V attacks Jin or even “kills” him (actually Jin can’t be killed since he is already dead and this is just the world in between) shows us that he is completely controlled by evil.

Moving on. Remember how I said this:

And after that Jungkook gave in to the temptation and chose Abraxas’ path (= evil path) That’s why:

We know that the window is here so that after death, you can fly to God, but just like Jin, Jungkook can’t fly out of that window since they both choose Abraxas. So instead of flying out of it, he brakes it and:

He flies to Abraxas.

And Rapmon watches him.

You see that thing in his hand? It could be this:

Otherwise it wouldn’t really know why he would suddenly hold that??? Like ?????

Pink:

The evil V passes these emotions as a lone wolf. I think this scene is supposed to show what he has been through.

Because during his worst time, when he was feeling physically weak, over-emotional, over-cautious, was having emotional neediness or unrealistic expectations etc, he had no one who was there with him (=> lone wolf). He wanted Rapmon but he didn’t come.

Until he arrives at the abyss.

Just like in BST k-ver. Him arriving there shows us that he’s close to fully becoming a fallen angel. Since in the k-ver, we see how after he jumps, he doesn’t have wings.

BUT the wings he looses are the wings with wich you fly to the God that only accepts good, not Abraxas. That’s why in the trilogy:

He gets new wings. And with these, he can fly to Abraxas. Btw, I am pretty sure you’ve noticed that most scenes have the same meaning as the ones in the k version since almost the same is descried/shown.

In the k-ver, in all of the scenes of V, which come after him being shot, it’s the evil V

Here V “covered” Jin’s eyes but it was more like: After their fight, Jin realises that there is nothing he can do anymore – he can’t save V, plus all the others are also starting to turn evil, which is why he gives also gives in. But what happened with V was the thing that “convinced” him to take the evil path. If he couldn’t turn V back to normal, then no one can. Even if the others were to choose the good path, its already too late for V. That’s why the hesitation he was feeling disappears and since V was the trigger for that, he closes his eyes, which makes Jin unable to see the good path.

Anyways, back to the j-ver: I am skipping some scenes again, but will come back to them.

What was seen as darkness before, is now green:

Why is the house red? RED: Defiance, aggression, visual impact, strain. I think this is supposed to show that he defies against the angels. Because: From the house’s “pint of view”:

The sky looks black, indicating evil. Then we see Jungkook, who has given in and has lost the fight against evil:

Smoke is coming out, meaning that Jungkook’s mind is clouded (just like Suga’s in the k-ver)

NOW, to my second favourite scene (I actually love every second of this mv but wtvs): Remember how the innocent Jimin ran away from Suga etc.? If you don’t exactly remember the details of that explanation, then it would be better if you’d go back and re-read it, but if you don’t feel like you need to do that, then that’s okay too 😊. Anywayss:

The innocent Jimin that ran away from Suga is here again. Where you may ask? Wait a sec.

And Jimin looks as if he is realising stuff.

Our innocent Jimin looks at the door.

Until now, the Jimin who was being manipulated by Suga, has always believed that there still was something innocent in him and he has always wanted that something to find him and save him.

That “something” being the innocent Jimin that represents all of his hopes and memories, which are the things that would hold him back from giving in. And this is the moment, in which the innocent Jimin is about to find him. But then:

Suga covers his eyes, making Jimin unable to see the innocent Jimin, unable to find his innocence and his hopes.

Jimin dropped the apple, he was ready to fight against the temptation, all he needed to do was to see him because once he sees him, it means that he found the innocent Jimin – or better said, that he himself was found and saved by his innocence and hopes. LIE:

So the reason why the Jimin who is being manipulated by Suga, “lost” his innocence and hopes in the first place, is because Suga kept telling him => Don’t be like a prey, be smooth like a snake.

The me who was innocent => He wants his innocent and hopeful self to be found because that the only thing that can save him from Suga. His hopes for the happy times to come back – this is what would make him reject evil.

He alone cannot escape because, he lost his innocence and hopes in the lie (the things that Suga tells him) that he is living. And he wants that the innocence and hopes are found again.

And this is where his innocent/hopeful self starts to talk. He wants the other Jimin (the one who is being manipulated) to want his innocence and his hopes back, because only when he still does that it means that he can be saved from Suga.

The me who is lost and astray => as said before, because of what Suga said, this Jimin is lost in the lie. I know that until now i never mentioned that we had “two people” talking in Lie, but even if I did that before BST JAP VER, it definitely wouldn’t make sense so I had to wait

This is still the innocent Jimin who is talking because:

You always come my way

Since because of Suga:

His innocence is again lost and astray in the lie that the temptation (the evil) promises. And

Once more will the innocent Jimin try to reach out for the other one.

But in the end:

The innoncent Jimin is still there but the lie is getting bigger and bigger and in the end it even swallows up the innocent Jimin:

Now, let’s come to Suga. There is still one thing I have to say about him:

I explained in BST k-ver why he manipulated Jimin:

So basically, Jungkook was the trigger.

Then in the world in between, during the time he was manipulating Jimin, we see him worrying about Jungkook in this scene:

sO CUTE Now, I believe that you can interpret this scene in many ways but I’ll just tell you what I think is most likely. We know that Jungkook is in something like a trance since this is right after he drank the drink and gave in to the temptation. But I don’t think Suga knows that that happened, which is he is worried since Jungkook is acting weird. But then, Jungkook starts to “become evil”, in the sense of: he starts to get rid of his negative thoughts by doing something bad. I already explained this so I’ll just add a screenshot:

Suga only wanted to help Jungkook, but then he pushed him away.

Maybe he thought that Jungkook blamed him for his death or hated him? Because I know and can say for sure that we never really see Suga and Jungkook interacting in both the k and j ver, while looking evil. What I’m trying to say is, I really don’t think that Suga knows right away that Jungkook gave in to the temptation because there is nothing that indicates that. And even in the j ver, when Jungkook falls and lies on the ground, having become evil, Suga is not there anymore to witness that. In fact, he leaves right after Jungkook pushes him because this is the last scene in which they’re seen together. Only at the end in the k-ver, where they show how the boys (besides Jin) all leave through one entrance – so basically the end of the fight/everyone having become evil – might be the time where Suga finally realises that Jungkook is evil. So I am assuming that before that ending scene in the k-ver, Suga wasn’t aware of the fact that Jungkook had started to become evil, which was the reason why he pushed Suga away. That’s why Suga thought that Jungkook might hate him for the fight they had, which is why he felt even worse. Now that again could be the trigger for him trying extra hard to manipulate Jimin, so that, as said before, he never has to go through the same.

You might wonder but why can Jungkook and Suga get in touch when Jungkook is dead and Suga is still alive? But don’t forget that this is the world in between. This is where you choose if you want to be evil or not. And as said in the k.ver:

By happening in mind, I don’t mean that they are connected in their mind or whatever, I mean that the place they are in is imaginary. They are together but in an imaginary world – the world in between.

But now you might think but if Yoongi and Jungkook are together, why would Yoongi still feel bad and manipulate Jimin. Jungkook is with him so where is the problem? Apart from the fact that Suga thinks that Jungkook hates him, they can’t stay in this world in between together and even when they all choose the same path, they cannot be together until Suga dies too. Because right after they make a decision its back to “their normal world” but since they all chose Abraxas, in the end they will be together.

Lol I don’t think you wondered about that but if you did yaaay I hope I cleared it up :D

We see this right after the innocent Jimin disappears. But here he is just putting down that thing, whereas when it came to V it already wasn’t there.

What I mean is: This is after Jungkook turned evil:

After V:

And after Jimin:

This is the order according to the mv but it isn’t correct because after V, he already doesn’t have that thing anymore. So the correct order would be: Jungkook, Jimin and V => and this makes sense because as said before, V is the last trigger for Jin to not hesitate to choose the evil path.

Sorry for the weird ass lines :’)

There are reflections, meaning that Jin is in something like a mirror room?

But the ground of that room starts to crack meaning that Jin finally decides. Now to this:

And yellow is supposed to represent the way he is:

So, this is the way Rapmon saw himself. Probably because he couldn’t help V.

But then:

And behind that poor, distorted self-image is V (that picture is supposed to represent V). Rapmon sees himself as a person like that because of the fact that he couldn’t help V.

So he destroys that image of himself, which tells him that he is all of these band things above. This might be because he chooses the evil path since that path allows you to let out all negativity by doing bad things. And we know that Rapmon chose that path so that might be the reason why he’s shown with these wounds after breaking the mirror.

This indicates that V really jumps down and even in the k-ver we see him doing that.

The room is empty, probably because Jimin has chosen evil. But we still see a little bit of red on the ground in front of the door where the innocent Jimin stood and also in front of the sofa.

ORANGE: Deprivation, frustration, frivolity, immaturity.

We know that there was blue because Jimin was being manipulated but what Jimin was actually feeling deep down was frustration and that can also be seen in the song Lie.

ORANGE: Deprivation, frustration, frivolity, immaturity. We also already know that Rapmon was frustrated etc because of his self-image which is why he broke it.

After breaking it: green

It’s the same background. V was standing at the abyss, ready to jump down. Just like Jin. I think the hole is supposed to represent the darkness in which he and his innocence is being sucked in after choosing the evil path.

Did you notice how he is surrounded by “darkness”. Before we saw him with loooots of blue light but now it’s just the wings. And as said before, small wings are usually a sign that you haven’t completely decided to which god you should fly.

But Jhope is supposed to be the angel, that’s why he “shot” V, he already knows his path. But now that even Jimin has chosen the other path, Jhope doesn’t know anymore. If he goes the good path, he will forever be alone since he couldn’t help any of the boys. But the other path is evil. Jhope doesn’t know anymore. That’s why, because of the darkness, the blue wings have “shrunk”, meaning that he is not sure what to do. But we know that in the end, he decides to go with the boys.

The glass breaks and blue light starts to appear. Meaning that Jin chose the evil path. Now, I know that there is still a last scene in this mv and I can also explain that scene but not right now because it is connected to Spring Day. So, we will be moving to YOU NEVER WALK ALONE Meaning that

Wings is FINISHI FINISHI

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