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m-aster-of-spinjitzu · 3 years

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the hues of an empty sky

Missing memories, or having two of them for one moment - not quite the same, but if there's one thing Jay's leant over the last few weeks, it's that literally nothing makes sense anymore.

Or, some Skybound aftermath, Zane actually expressing emotions about his memory switch being turned off for all those years, and what was supposed to be a 'they tell everyone about the erased timeline' fic, but it turned into a 'two characters who barely interact on screen talk at like one am in the morning, and don't actually tell the other what exactly they're alluding to the whole time' fic that I wrote at like one am-

Also yeah, I realized too late that they split up to look for Wu after s7, we’re just gonna pretend that they waited a few days or something, idk anymore tbh, lol.

(I also didn't have time to edit - so please tell me where the typos are? 😂💛)

Word count: 4539

Prompt: crying, from @ninjago-bingo 's warm board.

Trigger warnings: the main character has a panic attack, and squeezes their fingernails into their hands once or twice but I think that's it.

*facepalms* also, guys, i’m so stupid - i literally just realized that this freaking CHANGES TENSE HALFWAY OHMYGOSH I- i don’t think it’s super noticeable, but ugh, apologies to anyone who actually thought my writing was good lol-

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It's cold.

Bitterly, freezing cold.

The biting chill of the air is a bit strange for this time of year, but, heck, that's nowhere near the craziest thing that's ever happened to him - not by a long shot.

He sighs, squinting at the stars dotted liberally against the black canvas of the sky.

Cole had once joked that one of them might be the remains of their golden weapons, after they'd hurled the burning mass into the sky - in another alternate timeline; one that only existed in the memories of a certain few.

Gosh - that seemed like such a long time ago.

Wouldn't it be nice to go back to that time, when he'd still thought that their powers were the coolest thing ever - instead of despising them for all the responsibility and sacrifice that came with them? When one of his biggest worries was whether the girl he had a crush on liked him back - not wondering if his friends would survive the night?

"I did not expect to find you awake at this hour, Jay."

Reflexivity, he jumps back, his mind twisting his friend's gentle voice into the- the djin's triumphant, accented one.

You're supposed to be a ninja. What good are you if your friends can still sneak up on you?

"Geez, warn a guy before you sneak up on him! I almost fell off the Bounty!"

"My apologies. I was... surprised to find you awake at this hour," Zane answers. "What are you doing?" "Couldn't sleep. It's too cold," he confesses, not entirely a lie. Ninjago wasn't 'that' far from the Sea of Sand, but he'd grown up in a much warmer area - unfortunately resulting in his practically nonexistent tolerance to the cold. That never failed to stop Kai from teasing him about it, though. He doesn't mention the pressing weight on his chest, almost tangible - or how it constantly makes him feel. Like he's being dragged through the darkness of an empty sky, spikes of fear making everything so freaking terrifying- "You?"

"I have been analyzing my memories of Pixal, in the hope that it may lead me to her whereabouts. However, all my efforts have proved... unsuccessful," Zane answers wearily, shifting his gaze to the sky.

Oh- oh. They'd all be so caught up in the chaos of the last few weeks - hey, it's not like any of them had asked the universe to permanently be out to get them! - that they'd forgotten Pixal was still offline.

"Hey, I'm sure that she's still there somewhere," he says, earnestly. "After all - she wouldn't be your girlfriend if she didn't pull a vanishing act every now and again, eh?"

The question is punctuated with a laugh, but he doesn't say that he's a little worried about her too. They hadn't talked much, but-

I can't see one of my best friends find out that his girlfriend is dead, a quiet voice at the back of his mind points out. Well - been there, done that, wouldn't recommend, he thinks bitterly. Emotional breakdowns and frequent nightmares apply. Anxiety attacks are half off, too!

It's quiet for a few minutes, neither of them seeing a need to break the silence. The wind blows softly through the sails above them; gray wisps of cloud revealing a pale sliver of moonlight that paints the sky in its glow.

It should be a peaceful night: beautiful, calm, no one trying to kill them or destroy their city - for a change.

His hands won't stop shaking.

It should be a peaceful night, but, as usual, the world is too freaking unfair for that-

He hasn't even slept for a full night in weeks! Well, not since- since-

Don't think about it! That's only going to make it worse, duh-

"Are you alright, Jay?"

"Yeah- I- I'm good, thanks," he says quickly, ignoring the way his breathing keeps speeding up. FSM, not this-

Not for the first time, the world suddenly becomes too loud - too much. Every little thing, from trying to breathe properly or even walk- feels insurmountable, because, gosh, oh gosh, it's going to come crashing down if he even moves-

The memory starts off the same as it always does.

Rubble strewn over the temple grounds, his friends literally reduced to nothing more than statues. A shot that hit the mark perfectly, but perfectly shattered his world in the process.

A poison-splattered dress, a terrifying realization.

Her well-aimed joke, but one that never fails to sting every time. Gosh, why hadn't they just allowed her to join their team in the first place? Maybe they could've prevented this- this- whole situation, if they hadn't been so freaking egotistical-

And, again, he's overwhelmed by the sheer sense of helplessness, all his power and training and skills completely useless to one of the people he cared most about. FSM, if only I hadn't used my first w-request so carelessly! If only I'd been able to escape- or, or if only I'd been able to assemble the team faster! If only-

Despite being in what must've been unimaginable pain, she offers a strained smile - a sweet gesture that, ironically, feels like she's poisoning him, because- because FSM, this is all so wrong, it wasn't supposed to end like this-

He watches with horror as her eyes dull and she stills in his arms.

She's gone, FSM, she's gone and it's all my fault-

"Jay?" a voice asks, concern evident in their tone. Distantly, he registers that he's having a breakdown in front of one of his best friends - one of the things he'd been trying really hard to avoid.

Dang it.

"I-" he tries to say, but, great, he's breathing too fast to even get the stupid words out.

"Breathe in for four seconds," Zane says, softly.

Four seconds? Time has no meaning right now, narrowed down to, like - falling down a chasm, terrified of what's at the bottom, except the fear's all around, this- this... foreboding thing of his mind that keeps yelling that he needs to run, or fight, but he can't, can't-

Right. Four seconds.

You're okay, you're fine, no one's trying to hurt you or your friends. She's not dead.

But what if- what if they're being dragged out of this ship right now? What if it was all a dream, and she's dead anyway, because all of us were too stupid to come up with another plan, and none of us could even do anything when she-

After a little while, when he could breathe a little easier, and the fear didn't feel like it was slamming into him from every possible direction, he slowly opened his eyes. Shakily, he wiped a tear from his face - as if that would wipe away all the weeks that had, theoretically, never even freaking happened.

The sky comes back into focus - pinpricks of light against pitch black.

How was he going to come up with some sorta explanation without... well, explaining everything?

Great.

My nerves are frayed, and I have to lie to a walking lie detector - what could possibly go wrong?

"Are you alright?" Zane asks, his brows creased in concern.

"Heh heh, yeah. Probably just too many video games," he replies quickly, laughter a bit strained.

"You were muttering to yourself," his friend replies quietly. Ugh, trust the way-too-observant-nindroid to call him out on the remains of his facade. "If you do not mind me asking, what was 'all your fault'? I am sure that it was probably a misunderstanding."

You're the one who misunderstands everything, he thinks wearily, ignoring the part of him that yearns to tell someone else about... well, everything that's happened because of that stupid teapot. He's not one to keep secrets by nature, and it's been taking a bigger toll of him than he'd thought it would. Is this how Nya felt when she was still the Samurai? "It's- it's nothing, probably just nonsense."

"Are you sure? You seem... quite worried about something."

Dang it, were his hands still shaking? He presses his fingernails into his palms, squeezing his eyes shut for a second.

He's talking to one of his best friends, FSM. Weren't friends able to tell each other anything?

"Do you think it's easier to forget? Better?"

He didn't even realize he'd asked a question until Zane's eyes widened in surprise.

A forest coated in snow, ice crystals dangling from the tree branches above their heads. Plenty of screaming - way too much, he reflects, couldn't they have been a bit nicer? It must've been pretty jarring to learn that you weren't human, or that your father had erased years of your life from your mind - in that weird underground treehouse. Those crazy tree monsters - and the realization that they all had much more power than they'd thought.

"N- nevermind," he stutters, fleetingly thinking of kicking the deck. "That's way too personal, you don't have to answer it-"

"I do not mind," Zane says, a bit sadly.

Oh.

Heck, his friend was way too nice.

They gaze up at the stars for a few minutes, not really seeing them - one drowning under the weight of too many secrets, the other, too many memories.

It's quiet - too quiet.

Ugh, he thinks, sighing, that sounds like something a low-budget horror movie would start with, cringey sound effects to match.

But the silence is a painful reminder of the days he'd spent tossing and turning in a cramped cell - nothing but his worries and the bruises on his leg from that stupid ball and chain keeping him awake.

He's been trying hard - maybe too hard - to avoid being alone, avoid being in a situation where they've gotta be quiet ever since then, because, dang it, his memories always seem to fill the silence, and they're always far more terrifying than they should be-

It's easier, in a way, to be mocked for his stupid jokes than it is to relive a single moment from those nightmarish few weeks.

Almost reflexively, he grasps for something to fill the quiet.

"Heh, this is a bit awkward. It's okay if you wanna leave-"

"I do not mind," Zane echoes, walking a bit closer. "It is not as if I need to sleep. But... I do not quite know what to think of your question."

There comes the answer - or a semblance of one at least, and it's the last thing he'd been expecting.

"You don't know?" he blurts out before he can even think of trying to filter the thought. Way to treat your friend who's been nothing but kind to you, Jay. "But you're- you're a nindroid! You know everything-"

"Pixal," his friend mutters softly, sighing, and the hurt, the fear, laced through the word makes something in his heart practically twist. He knows all too well what it feels like to be in that situation - even if, technically, it had never happened.

Then- "I wish that were true. But I suppose that my emotions make certain situations much more complicated than... than they need to be. Thus I cannot give my perspective on this - or, at least, without sounding quite conflicted."

"You know that you're allowed to be conflicted, right? Even the coolest Nindroids don't know everything."

"...Yes, I suppose so."

Jay frowns at the almost subconscious hesitation, eyebrows creasing in concern.

"Seriously," he starts earnestly. They're both leaning on one of the railings just above the deck now. "Just 'cause you're a nindroid doesn't mean that you've gotta chase some kind of perfection that doesn't even exist."

He doesn't miss how Zane's eyes widen in shock, their bright blue hue glowing a little brighter - and heck, if that doesn't hurt even more than the earlier realization.

"Besides - it's not like none of us haven't made mistakes before. Hate to go all Wu on ya, but they help us learn or some stupid thing like that. Even if the mistake is trying not to make 'em, you know?"

"Thank you," Zane replies, a tired smile on his face. "Even the most advanced tech is susceptible to error, I suppose."

They've all made lots of mistakes, heaven forbid if one of them is still agonizing over messing up over the crazy situations the universe constantly put them in. It's not like they were told they'd have to face more ancient evil armies than they could count, were they?

Maybe it's time to stop focusing on events that never even happened, and pay more attention to your friends. What's the point of being part of this team if you're always scared or selfish?

"Shut up," he mumbles, rubbing his temples. What's the point of fighting if your own brain is gonna fight you whenever it gets a chance? A few seconds later, he schools his face back into his default anxious grin. "Great, cause I- I- could use your advice on something." "Alright," comes the quiet reply, his friend seemingly lost in thought.

"What if you wanted to tell someone something, but you couldn't?"

His breathing starts to speed up again, but he grips the deck until his fingers are practically bruised, stark white against his tanned skin. Not this time-

"Is this what you were referring to earlier? An event that you blamed yourself for?" Zane asks, eyes flitting between the floor and the sky.

Dang it, way too observant as usual. He masks his surprise with a laugh, but the conversation definitely isn't going as planned and, oh gosh oh gosh, what if-

No, there's no way that any of them would even believe that. Besides - no one can remember stuff that they've forgotten, especially if magic's at play.

"Yeah, kinda," and he's surprised by how steady his voice sounds. It's not easy to even think about that- event, talking about it is a whole different thing. A much more difficult thing, but also - a bit, a little bit, easier. "I-" "Apologies for interrupting," his friend interjects. "I suppose that I have not been entirely honest with you." What?

"A few days ago, I discovered a number of deleted memory files buried deep within my code."

Just like that, his whole world tilts out from underneath him.

It takes every ounce of his strength to keep himself from falling into the abyss again.

Wait, what?

Has he really known for all this time? It's been weeks! Surely he would've said something? It can't be, it never even-

The rational part of his mind points out that he can remember every day of those few weeks. Well, he was the one to make the wish - magical logic is kinda stupid, but maybe that's why he had to remember it or something?

Well then, a small voice interjects, why was Nya cursed to remember everything too?

Of course, even the stupid magical logic doesn't even make sense to the one who caused this whole mess in the first place.

"They were almost entirely corrupted - scrambled in a way that I am not familiar with. However, I did realize that certain files bore dates that have not even occurred yet. I dismissed it as a problem with my code, however..."

Breathe, calm down, it's not like he was able to process them or anything-

We agreed that no one was supposed to know! What if they end up blaming us for keeping it a secret this long, or, or-

"I mean, they could've been-" he starts, but the way in which he's nervously twisting his fingers is a pretty clear indication that he's lying, dang it.

"So when you mentioned that you were unable to tell someone something - did you mean that it was because they had quite literally forgotten about it?"

Great. Fantastic. Of course the literal robot has pieced it together by now-

He squeezes his eyes shut for a minute, hoping that if he ignores the problem, maybe it'll go away.

Okay, fine, maybe he's trying to figure out a way to fix this whole mess. Doesn't mean that he's any closer to coming up with a solution, though.

"Er, yeah," he whispers, shoulders slumped, eyes still firmly shut. Because gosh, he doesn't want to - can't, can't - see the realization dawn that, yeah, he's lied to people he's known for years and years, even though they've all seen way too many times that secrets bring nothing but trouble-

"Well, then - I would say that you don't have to tell them," Zane replies, surprisingly... earnestly? That, or he's either too freaked out to understand the tone properly. Could be either.

He opens his eyes, hesitantly.

And it comes as a bit of a shock to find nothing but concern reflected in his friend's.

The almost persistent weight on his chest feels a little lighter now, like the sky isn't as quite so empty.

Well, it still kinda is. But that doesn't hold as much weight as he'd thought it did - not if one of his friends is willing to look past that; past the heaviness of holding up all those memories with nothing his single star, flickering in and out of the darkness, to try and light the unforgiving darkness of the sky.

"Why?" Jay asks, so quietly he can barely hear it himself. "Don't I owe it to them? Do you?"

"No. Definitely not," comes the reply, so full of conviction that he almost stumbles back. Why-

"My father..."

Oh- oh.

"thought it was better to spare me the pain of mourning him than for me to know who I was," Zane confesses, hesitantly. "Not that I disagree, necessarily. I just..."

He trails off, clutching the railing so hard that the wood almost snaps beneath his titanium fingers.

It takes Jay a little while to realize why - why exactly his friend, who has access to a wealth of knowledge and information, is grasping for an answer. Because- because, well, even if someone does something in your best interests - sometimes the choice isn't always up to them. Or maybe it is, but it was... difficult, to say the least, to let go of the fact that his parents had never told him the truth sooner. Not that he blames them, necessarily - it's not like they knew that his father would pass on before he'd even get the chance to meet him - but... it's confusing, and difficult, not to know why you were left at a junkyard as soon as you were born. Maybe if he'd known that sooner, he could've asked the one person who might've had answers - although it's not like hoping for the past to change will actually change it.

They don't even know that you know, a small voice at the back of his mind points out, and suddenly everything makes a lot more sense-

"You wanted a choice," he breathes, eyes widening. A choice - like one that he'd never been given, one that he stills struggles not to hold against two people who've always had his best interests at heart. Even if they did have the right to withhold that one thing, after all they've done for him - the 'what if's' still echo in his mind far more often than he'd like. "There's nothing wrong with that, even if it feels that way. I kinda get where you're coming from, dude, and it's... super confusing, but I'd be pretty mad if my memories were tampered with like that."

So would anyone, he realizes, heart sinking. Oh, great. Not helping-

"I- I suppose so?" Zane answers, but it sounds more like a question than a reply. "However, in the same vein, it would be unwise for you to give away your choice whilst you still have one." "But don't I owe it to everyone? You just said it, it's horrible to alter people's memories and I- I-" "Did we forget... whatever it was for a good reason? "I- I mean, I guess, but..." "Then you do not owe it to us to relive something that we do not even remember." The words should be a relief - and they kinda are. But some part of him really does want to explain the crazy alternate timeline, and everything that happened in it. It's just... really, really freaking difficult.

"What if- what if I wanted to, though?" Jay asks hysterically, running his hands through his hair in a frenzied sort of way. "And I still couldn't? I just, I-"

He cuts himself off with a bout of forced laughter.

Zane takes a moment to reply, the bright blue light in his eyes flickering - a small tell that he was thinking so deeply, his processors were literally sparking up a bit.

"You queried earlier if it was easier, or better, to forget. And while all situations are different, I suppose it is... well, subjective. What do you think?" Zane asks, softly.

Derailing the conversation a bit, but his friend's obviously smart enough to be leading up to something.

Sure, he'll go along with it.

"I mean, there are some things I'd rather forget, you know? I guess we all know what that feels like," Jay replies, the statement with oddly sad air to it. They're still kids, after all, and it gets a bit exhausting pretending that their superhero lives were all fun and games - when they'd just given him enough grey hair to last then lifetimes, and enough nightmares to keep him from ever getting the normal amount of sleep his mum always prattled on about.

Sleep, heh heh. Practically a foreign concept, now.

"And I know that stuff that happens, like shapes us or something - and Master Wu would probably go off on a whole ramble about why we learn from our mistakes or whatever," he laughs nervously, resisting the urge to just fall headfirst onto the deck of the stupid ship instead of continuing the conversation," and how 'our scars only make us stronger', crap like that, but I just-"

"I'm just really... tired of this," he confesses warily, shoulders slumped. "W- I remember so many horrible things, and I-" he breaks off, laughing bitterly. His voice takes on a sort of brittle quality, way too high pitched, "and I can't even talk about them, dude. If that's not the most pathetic thing ever, I dunno what is."

"It does not-"

"Don't say it," Jay mutters, rubbing his temples. "I know, I know, my feelings aren't pathetic, they're always valid, whatever, spare me the lecture-"

"That is not what I was going to say," Zane replies gently. "It just seems that you have answered your own question."

"Gee, which one?"

"I do not know how much helpful assistance I can provide in this situation, but it is understandable to wish certain events had never occurred. However, seeing as we cannot change the past, it seems unwise to dwell on said events if you can avoid it."

Jay stiffens, clamping a shaky hand over his mouth. Something seems to press down even harder on his chest, a heavy sort of weight that causes his breathing to speed up again. Don't say it don't say it there's no reason to warn them this time-

"If you would like to tell any of us about something, of course you are welcome to. It does not to be the whole story, after all. Just make sure that it is the decision you choose, not one you choose because of what you think how it will affect others," Zane finishes quietly, ducking his head as if he's embarrassed.

The stars are still white-hot, burning away some million miles above them.

"Thanks," he says, and puts his hand softly on Zane's shoulder. "I mean, I know - that all makes sense, I guess. It's just- I-"

"You want to?"

"Yeah," Jay starts, sighing, "I do. It's just- it's not just my choice. And I'm pretty much dying already right now, so, as fantastic as making it all worse sounds, hard pass."

Oops, maybe he shouldn't have said that last bit. They'd agreed not to tell anyone about it - even this conversation was cutting it way too close. It wasn't impossible for them to put everything together - they were a pretty smart group, after all, even without their resident inventor and engineer - and Jay didn't really know what he'd think if they did. Fearful? Relieved? Angry?

"That does... not sound great? Dying certainly does not seem-"

"It's called sarcasm, Zane."

"Oh- yes. My memory now accesses the fact that people often speak in that manner. It does seem a bit counterproductive, though. Why not just say what you mean?"

"Shut it, you have no clue how integral to my life it is," Jay replies with a halfhearted grin.

A few seconds later, he remembers something his friend had mentioned earlier, and the grin disappears.

"You know that you can talk to us if you're not happy, right?" he asks, earnestly. Sure, it's not like he could always do that, considering, well, a stupid djin and even stupider magic, but it's not like he needs to. It's- well- he'll be okay, probably. Maybe. Kinda.

Zane's eyes blink on and off again, blue fading in and out. "I... I suppose that I was not quite aware of that."

Okay, they've screwed up way too many times, but this... this is pretty bad. Dang it, how long does it take for them to throw self-preservation instincts at their friend before he freaking- picks them up or something?

"However, will it not hurt those who have experienced the same unfortunate events?"

Dude, not the best question to ask someone wondering the exact same thing-

"It's been... uh, nice, kind of, talking to you. So- I don't think so, and I'm pretty sure someone would say so if it did. Besides, don't we talk about our adventures all the time? It'd probably be better if we... uh, well- heh heh, nothing."

"If we talked about the less than positive elements of them? Perhaps, but I still-"

Maybe it's the fact Zane has always tried to be there for him, or maybe he's too sleep deprived to care anymore, but this is a way too familiar situation and-

Well, not ignoring the issue would be a start.

"Sorry to interrupt, but we're family, Zane. We care about each other. And, gosh, that means that we care about you too. Memories are stupid and annoying sometimes, but we have to make good ones too, right? To block out the bad ones a bit, I guess? Kinda, at least."

They both look away from the stars now, grappling for something else to say.

In the end, they leave it be with a hug and a fondly exasperated warning about sleeping, if you happen to need it.

After all, they're family. They don't have to be perfect, or tell each other everything - even if it does take them a long time to realize that, and an even longer time remembering it.

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The next time Jay startles awake from a nightmare, the sky is still empty - painfully so, like an ache that simmers beneath the surface even when it's not able to be seen.

The hue, though, is a little lighter.

Just a little - the all-encompassing darkness of it is now a navy sort of blue, his star shining a little bit brighter.

It's still not sunrise, not even close - but he'll take it. AN: the ‘sky’ mentioned at the start and end is a stupid metaphor that i somehow ended up liking too much to trash, it’s ‘empty’ because he hasn’t told anyone about the timeline, and Nya’s not included because they never had a chance to tell each other everything significant or even talked about it or processed it on screen. so yeah! if you read this,,, not great thing, can i send you a hug or good vibes or smth? tyy🥺

#ninjago #jay walker #zane julien #skybound #ninjago fic #not the best thing i've written #actually it's not great-#but i spent too long on it to not post it so if you actually read to here i simunltaneously wanna send you good vibes & apologize profusely-#the ending is super rushed but im too tired to try and write a better one yay:/#also dang it- sorry this fits the prompt so badly i-#i didn't realize till after oops #ninbingo #ninjago jay #ninjago zane #ninjago masters of spinjitzu

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fbfh · 4 years

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“forever” paxton hall-yoshida x reader

genre: fluffy romance + mutual pining (not too slowburn tho lol)

word count: 3.4k

au: none?? jock x theatre nerd ig

pairing: Paxton x broadway baby!reader

requested: yes !! i hope u like it uwu

warnings: one hell one motherfucking and i think that’s it for swearing?? um brief self deprecating/talking bad abt urself from paxton (bby boy needs a self love boost), reader and paxton are home alone together for a little while but nothing bad happens, uh,,, i think that’s it

summary: when Eleanor can’t run lines with you, she sends over a very attractive, mutually pining substitute.

reccomended songs: “Seventeen” - Tuck everlasting OBC, “The Kiss” -The Princess Diaries score

a/n: i’m p sure i kept the reader p gender neutral but there’s implied slightly long hair, and you play the lead (a girl named winnie) in ur schools production of tuck everlasting but like it’s theatre so anyone can play anyone lol,, this took so got dam long bc i’m fucking s o f t for jock x artist and it just sorta happened lol aLsO,, not super thoroughly edited so there might be a typo or two?? im tired lol

requests r open <3

You had only ever seen two athletes present during rehearsals. Once when Madeline (who at the time was playing Penny in your production of Hairspray) was dating a guy from the soccer team. The other was when the star of the basketball team had come in to give your choreographer pointers for the basketball scenes during High School Musical.

Until now.

You had run onstage part of the way through “Live Like This”, which wasn’t out of the ordinary since so much progress had been made on the costumes. You were still tying the ribbon on your pinafore as you jumped into the song, but when your eyes met a face in the usually empty auditorium, you faltered. You almost sang the wrong verse, but recovered quickly, continuing with the blocking. What felt like a moment later, the number was almost done and you were nearing the end of your counterpoint with Mae Tuck - played by Eleanor, of course. Who could be better for the part? You held out the last note, trying to stay in character despite all the distractions in the back of your mind. You had to talk to Eleanor when the director called for 10; she’d started telling you how Devi was being weird recently. Also, what the Hadestown was Paxton Hall-Yoshida doing chilling in the auditorium? You shoved all that away, focusing on staying in character until the director called for a break.

‘I want to go to the fair. I want to go so badly! I just need a change, need to get out of this house for a little while. I never do anything, so this can’t be asking for too much, right?’

You projected all that into your everything - face, voice, mannerisms, energy.

“Hold!”

Everyone froze.

The director wrote a few things on his paper, sighed, and underlined something several times.

“Okay, good job! I need to revise some of the blocking, then we’ll do notes, so take ten.” Your sudden nerves had definitely made you pitchy, you knew that would be one of your notes for sure.

A chorus of “Thank you ten”s erupted, and you immediately ran to Eleanor, telling the others good job as you passed.

You leaned in and started speaking to her, quietly.

“Okay you need to finish telling me about Devi, and that other news you’re being so cryptic about! Also, what’s up with Fierro over there?” you nodded towards Paxton hoping he wouldn’t see, and you noticed Fab is sitting near him. You realized they’re probably waiting for Eleanor and/or Devi. That must be it, he’s been hanging out with them lately, right? Eleanor gasped.

“You’re right! Paxton is such a Fierro!”

You cringed inwardly a little bit as her voice carried through the auditorium, mixing with the others. Your eyes darted over to him for a fraction of a second. Oh god. He was looking at you. Or in your general direction at least. Lena, the costumer, walked around the set gingerly, following you around and getting you out of your dress incredibly carefully as you and Eleanor walked off stage.

“No! Well, yes- but no. What’s he doing here? Jocks never come here during rehearsals. I saw Fab too, are you guys and Devi getting dinner or something?” You said, entering the auditorium, and stepping out of the dress. You grabbed sweatpants and a silky, floral kimono jacket from your bag to throw over your leotard and tights. She waved back at Fab before sitting down in the front. You both grabbed your fans and dramatically flicked them open in sync. Your wrists fluttered, cooling both of you off. A knowing, and slightly mischievous, look came on her face.

“Devi and Fab and I are. Paxton must be here for something… else.” she shrugged, nodding towards Paxton. You looked over again. He was staring at you. You did a double take and tried to hold back your smile.

“Wh- I do not know to what you are referring.”

“To what I am referring is the blush on his cheeks.”

You barely held back a nervous, bubbling laugh.

“He is not blushing! Why would he be blushing!”

“I don’t know,” She shrugged, “Just like how I don’t know that he’s been loitering in the halls outside the music room during your last three solo music rehearsals.”

You struggled for an answer. Before you could form one, you were interrupted.

“Okay, okay what is the best Lin Manuel Miranda musical? Because Kathryn thinks it’s Hamilton-”

“Duh!”

“-But I think it’s In the Heights! It’s an underrated jewel!�� Jonah interjected, still wearing his Jesse Tuck hat.

You considered for a moment.

“I mean, they’re too different to compare. In the Heights has the same energy as Rent - showcasing what goes on in ordinary people’s lives, and how love ties us all together,” he nodded in agreement, “But Hamilton is on a way larger scale, almost Les Mis meets Fun Home vibes. But in terms of personal preference…” Eleanor scoffed at your answer, and Jonah went back to debate further with Kathryn.

“Anyway,” you turned back to Eleanor to ask her what the hell she meant by Paxton Hall-Yoshida was blushing. But before you could-

“Eleanor, we need you to try on your blue dress again,” Lena was already pulling her away, “I had the empire waist in the right place but half the pins fell out, and it’s just...” And she was whisked away before you could finish the thought. You just had time to help Holly get out her wig pins and drink some lemon water before notes. Eleanor still wasn’t back, so you made sure to write down hers for her. It was pretty standard; be quiet backstage, go over your lines, don’t touch props that aren’t yours, don’t eat in costume, and a couple blocking changes you made note of. After your end of rehearsal warm downs and huddle, everyone left relatively quickly. You ducked into the bathroom to freshen up a little. Sometimes it was hard coming down from such intense energy after rehearsal. You mentally ran through your to do list. You needed to get some more tea, write that essay when you got home, go over your notes- You gasped, cutting off your own train of thought. You ran out of the bathroom to look for Eleanor, still clutching her notes in hand.

Your voice still echoed in Paxton’s ears. He wished he had a whole album of you singing. Your voice made him want to ruin his spotify algorithm by listening to nothing else. You had looked at him a couple times, and his heart had almost stopped. He didn’t know eye contact could be so intense. It’s probably just cause you’re like, the only person in the audience. Where else is she supposed to look? He deflated a little. He heard his name and looked over to you and Eleanor talking together. Hopefully it was about him. Hopefully it was good. He checked his phone, trying to look busy. When he glanced up to see if you were looking, you were gone. He started to look around for you when he saw Eleanor waving at Fab, and sure enough, you were next to her. What he didn’t expect was you dropping your dress to the ground. Time slowed down (and his heart sped up) as you stretched a little, and pulled out sweatpants from your bag.

Wow.

You had on what looked like a bathing suit on underneath, and a few other people had done the same, but he knew that image would be in his memory, probably forever. His heart was beating in his ears and he knew he must be blushing.

“You okay, Paxton?” Fab asked, a seat or two away. Oh god, he didn’t want people asking why he blushed every time he looked at you! He muttered something about needing to make a call and headed for the doors. Don’t look back at her, don’t look back at her… His eyes involuntarily darted in your direction right before he left. You had on a flowy translucent jacket, your hair thrown back supermodel style as you fanned yourself to cool down. He needed to cool down too. Maybe a cold shower, a really cold shower.

You managed to find Eleanor just before she left. Two girls were with her, you had seen Fab once, and you’d heard a lot about Devi, but had never been introduced.

You gave Eleanor her notes, and she hugged you.

“You’re a lifesaver!”

“Of course, I-”

“Uh, who’s this?” you looked over, and the shorter girl - Devi, based on what you’d heard about her - was giving you a weird look. You introduced yourself.

“Nice to meet you. How do you know Eleanor?” said the taller girl - definitely Fab.

“Oh,” you smiled, “she’s my almost mother in law. And my arch rival,” you counted on your fingers, “my sister, my niece, my lover, my husband, and…” you trailed off, trying to think of the other dynamics your characters had had in past shows.

“Your co-conspirator.”

“Right,” you laughed. Devi and Fab looked at you two.

“We’re in the musical together.” you clarified. You were about to part ways when you called to Eleanor, “Hey, we’re still on for running lines tomorrow night?”

“Uh… Sounds good!” she walked away quickly, speaking to Devi and Fab in hushed tones. Something was definitely up. That was typical Eleanor Scheming behavior.

That night, you almost couldn’t sleep. This wasn’t the normal post rehearsal can’t sleep. In fact, Tuck Everlasting was the last thing on your mind as you readjusted your pillows and snuggled into your duvet. You stared at the neon blue stars projected and swirling on your ceiling. You sighed. Again. Your brain was a 24/7 livestream of Paxton Hall-Yoshida to relax/study to. You saw him again, his face in the dimly lit auditorium, Adonis in a sea of faded seats. If you hadn’t been sure before, you knew now that red was definitely his color. You rolled onto your side. Your heart picked up speed as a thought crossed your mind. You could almost see Paxton now, kneeling next to you, his fingertips brushing your cheek. The piano underscore to “Seventeen” ran through your mind. You could imagine him saying “Wait with me, we could share the world…” so vividly it almost hurt. He leaned in, and…

You let out a loud sigh and rolled over again. Your heart was fully saturated. That’s more than enough pining for tonight.

“Paxton!”

He was a little surprised when Eleanor just walked up to him at lunch the next day. Most people were too intimidated to approach him out of the blue.

“I have a plan.”

“Uh, I don’t know what you-”

“Cut the crap, I know you like her.”

His face blanched. Well, yeah of course he did. Who wouldn’t? He was going to ask Eleanor if there was something he could do to win you over, just not here, not now. Not where everyone could watch and jeer and rib him for it. Just like they were doing now.

“Woah, dude, who is it?” Trent asked. He fumbled for words. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He hadn’t kept his crush a secret because he was embarrased of you, he’d kept it a secret because his dumbass friends wouldn’t get you. Hell, he barely got you. You were so deep, and emotive, and artistic...

“Bro, if you like her as much as it seems like you do,” Trent continued, “you gotta win her over.” He was a little shocked at the agreement murmuring through his group of friends. He didn’t know how to respond. Trent turned to Eleanor.

“What’s the plan, drama mama?”

“First of all,” she said, an almost humorously dangerous look on her face, “never call me that again. Second,” she shoved some papers into Paxton’s hands, “meet me in the music room immediately after school.” She started back for her table. Trent looked back over to Paxton.

“You gotta do it, dude. We’ll cover for you at swim.”

The rest of his friends agreed. He was pleasantly surprised at how supportive they were being.

“Yeah, I guess... we’ve got a plan.”

The next day went by pretty smoothly. No rehearsal was scheduled since they were finishing construction for some of the sets, but everyone was instructed to do a couple read throughs of the script, focusing on scenes they’re still forgetting, to make sure everyone’s off book. You stopped by 7 Eleven to get a blue slurpee (for homework) and a couple coconut waters (for run throughs). You texted Eleanor on your way to the slurpee machine.

okay so do you like the mango coconut water or the pineapple one?? It’s the mango one right?? i always forget lmao

sent at 4:16 pm

btw I don’t have that much homework so you can probs come by around 5:30 if you’re ready by then

sent at 4:16 pm

Bae Tuck

OMFG!! I totally forgot about running lines tonight, I can’t make it! :( but I’ll send someone over to help you out. :)

sent at 4:17 pm

You squinted at your screen. That was weird. Eleanor never used colon parentheses smilies. Like, ever. She always used emojis, and usually way more than two per text.

yeah np, are u good? ♡

sent at 4:17 pm

Bae Tuck

Yes :)

sent at 4:18 pm

Bae Tuck

Also get the passionfruit one 🥥🍠 👀

sent at 4:18

that’s,,, el that’s a sweet potato,,

sent at 4:19 pm

Bae Tuck

Close enough 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

sent at 4:19pm

...Okay? That was definitely weird. You shook it off and headed for the counter to pay. You stopped half way there, and turned back to swap the mango for passionfruit.

Not long after you had finished your homework and tidied up your room a little, the doorbell rang. You exited the kitchen, drinks in hand, and opened the door. Your heart caught in your throat. Paxton Hall-Yoshida was standing outside. And you were pretty sure he looked nervous. You both just stood there for a second. No one breathed, no one spoke.

“Uh, hi, do you want to…” you backed up, motioning for him to come inside.

“Yeah, thanks,” he said, entering the doorway. Paxton motherfucking Hall-Yoshida was in your living room. You held out a hand to him.

“Coconut water?” he took the box, looked at the label, and smiled.

“Yeah, thanks,” he said again, this time a faint, yet unmistakable note of joy in his voice. He took a sip. He smiled.

“Passionfruit’s my favorite.” You silently thanked Eleanor, who you knew must have planned all this. Most of the evening was a blur, and you thanked god your family wasn’t home right now. You went upstairs, texted Eleanor asking what the actual fuck, made some surprisingly comfortable small talk, then filled him in on how to run lines.

“Do you think playing the soundtrack would help you… get into character?” he asked.

“I would probably just end up singing the whole thing,” You laughed and tried to ignore the butterflies in your chest. The main scene you struggled with was before “Seventeen”. It was harder to get into Winnie’s head because you had no romantic feelings for Jonah, and you always just made each other laugh. You had started with a few easier scenes of Winnie and Jesse, like the fair, and the dialogue before “Top of the World”.

“That was really good,” he said, and you felt the sincerity of his words.

“Thanks…” you smiled and took a sip of coconut water, hoping you weren’t blushing too hard.

“So what next?” he asked.

“Probably the scene before ‘Seventeen’,” you said, giving him the page and scene number, “it’s one of the hardest ones for me. I guess I just can’t connect to Jonah the way Winnie does.”

“Huh,” he said, skimming the page. When you looked up at him, he had something between a smile and a smirk playing at his lips. You made yourself look away before you got too distracted. You refused to think about the fact that you were sitting across from Paxton Hall-Yoshida on your bed, in your room, like you were… close with each other. His eyes skimmed the script, finding the dialogue. He glanced up at you and nodded, indicating he found his place. You began.

“I was so afraid you wouldn’t get away,” you said, jumping into character.

“I may be 102, but I can still outrun anyone,” a smile played at his lips. You smiled, then let your face fall.

“I’m so sorry, I-I tried to warn you-”

“No, no,” he interjected almost seamlessly, “It’s okay, it’s… refreshing having someone look after me who isn’t my mom.” His eyes flickered between your face and the page. You smiled with him for a second, then let distress cloud your face.

“Jesse… that man came by my house today. He heard the music box, he knows about you-”

“I know he knows…”

You continued on with the scene and he trailed off when he came to the sheet music for the song Seventeen. You took in a breath to start the dialogue in the middle of the song, but before you could…

“Six years from now you will turn seventeen,

Turn seventeen,

The same age as me,

Six years from now,

Go to the spring,

Go to the spring and drink…”

He was singing to you. He was looking at you and singing to you. His eyes only flickered down to the page to confirm the lyrics. He was nervous, you could tell. But through his hesitance, the emotion in his voice was sincere. Your heart was beating faster. You didn’t even notice your pulse was ringing in your ears, you were too focused on Paxton.

“I'll wait for you till you turn seventeen,

Turn seventeen,

The same age as me,

Six years from now,

Go to the spring,

Go to the spring and drink…” Your hand rose to cover your mouth. He hesitated, and you remembered your dialogue.

“Uh, wh-what if I… forget where the spring is?” He reached out and took your free hand in his. Your pulse was off the charts. “I’ll go get you some water. Just… remember to keep it somewhere safe. Somewhere no one will find it.” You got the feeling he wasn’t just talking about the water. You knew he had never really been in a serious relationship before, and it clicked suddenly - if he learned an entire song to duet with you, just how much he must like you. You exhaled a breathy laugh, unsure how to process the sudden euphoria you felt.

“You make the world sound so… exciting. I just want to drink the water right now!”

“Uh, no. You have to wait.” you both smiled, anticipating the upcoming joke.

“Why?” you ask, “What’s the difference?” You held your breath as he tried not to laugh through the delivery of the punchline.

“Believe me,” he rubbed his thumb over your hand, “there’s a difference.” You both chuckled, and he continued singing. You were so focused on him, so… touched that he would do all this for you.

“Winnie, wait with me,

And we could be married,

Winnie, wait with me,

And we'll share the world,

Winnie, you can stop time,

And live like this,

Forever…”

“I could live like this forever,” you echoed.

“Live like this...” you sang in tandem.

“What do you say, Winnie? Do you want to…” he broke character suddenly, and asked, his eyes boring into yours, “Do you want to go out some time?”

He could see the adorable smile blooming on your face, even from behind your hand. You nodded.

“Yes, I-I would love that,” and you began to sing the last line in the song, “Forever-”

But before you finished holding out the note, his lips were on yours. His mouth moved slowly, intentionally, against yours. You followed his lead, flustered. He leaned further forward, his palm caressing your cheek. It was everything you imagined it would be, and you had quite the imagination. Your head was angled up and your hands rested themselves on his back, one tracing little shapes. Your shoulders were pressed against each other and neither of you could think. He was so warm. He tasted like coconut and passion fruit, and a distant part of your mind silently thanked Eleanor again.

You really could live like this forever.

#paxton hall yoshida x reader #paxton hall yoshida #never have i ever #nhie #nhie x reader #never have i ever x reader

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i-loves-my-lemurs · 3 years

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Hi, I was reading your writers commentary. I love it so much! Do you have any commentary on "Shadows and Terror"? Its my personal favorite. I'd also love to see some commentary on your lovely sugarbuns fic.

Ah, thank you! Sorry it took me so long to get to this, I'm still drowning in coursework and stuff, but I appreciate the ask!

This was my first oneshot I wrote for this fandom, Ted centric this time! I just wanted to see the characters acknowledge their trauma a bit more, so I wrote this for Ted and Pancho. Enjoy the commentary!

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*One jab after another at his skin with that sharp spear... water suddenly burst from every wall and flooded them and-*

Ted's nightmare was a mash up of his various scary experiences from Exiled, because of course I couldn't just pick one! He was scared while fighting the war, combined with the loneliness and terror of being cooped up in the submarine, thinking he was trapped alone with a monster. As well as the sub sinking, that couldn't have been fun for him.

This takes place some time after the victory party, but slightly before the first episode of season 5. Just enough time to put some distance between the adrenaline of the war and the partying, and allow the weight of the experience to truly catch up with Ted.

*his eyes wide in terror. He frantically looked this way and that, checking the shadows around the room*

The title of the fic is incooperated in this paragraph, but it actually took me a super long time to pick a title. I eventually re-read some sections and thought, yeah this sounds good. Shadows and Terror still sounds a little fancy for this work tbh.

*looked up to see Dorothy standing about him*

I decided not to being Ted and Dorothy's marital problems into this, so they're very sweet with each other and they both care a lot.

(Also instead of about it's meant to say above, argh, embarrassing typo!)

*She quickly released him, seeing how jumpy he was*

Dorothy doesn't quite know what's going on with Ted, but she's trying to be supportive the best way she can.

*it reminded him of those long nights in the submarine when Julien*

Ted's train of thought runs away with him here, he's still half caught up in the dream poor guy, and suddenly he's having a flashback to the sub.

*Pancho was whining about their whining*

I can see Pancho just getting very fed up with consistent negativity when he's trying to focus on driving the sub, even if he too is just concerned about the kingdom. I wrote this fic before I started shipping panchulien actually, the early days.

*Ted had just quietly sat down in the corner of the room,*

Poor Ted, I imagine he definitely wasn't complaining as much as the others, he had been alone on the sub for longer than them and just needed a hug.

*All he could hear now was his own breathing, short and panting, and Dorothy, oh heck, she was talking*

Ted zones back to reality, the fic is written from his POV so you can read along his thought process. As he comes back to reality, realising Dorothy is talking completely throws him off guard.

*I just... I guess I'm still jumpy from the whole mountain lemur, submarine fiasco."*

Ted sort of dances around the issue, he doesn't even want to directly mention the word 'war'. He only hints at the things that are scaring him to try and keep Dorothy's worry to a minimum, and because talking about it will make it even more real.

*rubbed the fur on his head, something which he often found soothing*

These lemurs need to groom each other more!!! I get the feeling Ted and Dorothy might like physical contact if one of them is upset (not if they're upset because of each other obviously), but grooming would be a comfort to many of the lemurs, especially physically affectionate Ted.

*tried to force himself to relax*

Poor leem, he just wants the scary stuff to be over so he can be alright and be sunny old Ted again, but unfortunately for him, things aren"t that simple.

*his tail stiffening like it did under imposed threat. He even heard a low growl being forced from his throat*

I'm not sure if I actually researched if lemurs do this, or if I made it up on the spot, but it seems like something they might do when threatened (any experts want to weigh in?).

*She could tell Ted was still tense from the way he was clutching his tail. "Look, maybe you should see Doctor S?"*

As much as Ted tries to hide it, Dorothy can tell something is wrong. Despite their problems, it's obvious that she cares very deeply for him and she just wants to see him be himself again.

*Yep!" Ted tried to sound as merry as he wanted to feel.*

Ted is definitley the sort to try and put on a facade of everything being okay, especially when Dorothy is involved. Secretly he knows it can't be like this forever, but he wants to pretend for as long as he can. Kind of like his marriage. That's also why he wants to be away from Dorothy. He knows she can see right through his little facade and he's not ready to face the truth yet.

*"At this time of night?"*

This takes place at around two in the morning, late enough for Ted, Dorothy and most of the kingdom's subjects to be asleep, but still early enough for Pancho Horst and Willie to still be partying.

*Ted couldn't help but clutch at his tail as he walked....bit his lip as he tuned into the sounds of the jungle all around him.*

Ted would totally hold his tail like a snuggie to comfort himself. And since he's already jumping at shadows, being alone in a place where the war was just fought would terrify him. Even though he's lived in the jungle all his life, the war has left him so wary of danger that everything feels very scary and unfamiliar.

*Snoring lemurs who weren't paralysed in fear by nightmares and memories.*

Ted feels a little left out and jealous as the rest of the kingdom is able to sleep and move on from the war. It makes him feel isolated, which is why finding solace with Pancho is important for him later in the fic.

*Sweet mango juice, what was he thinking*

I tried to copy Ted's exclamative speaking style here, but it doesn't quite match up to how it sounds in the show. Oop.

*sign that read 'MANGO TANGO'*

Fun fact, I tried to get the bar's title to be in italics, but a03 glitches on me and turned the entire text into italics, and because coding is a nightmare and I just decided to have it in caps instead.

*Ted recognised Horst, Willie and Pancho.*

These guys are drinking buddies. CANNON!

*"The stinking drink's in your hand, you buffoon!" Pancho said grumpily*

I'm not 100% happy with the way Pancho is written here, but it is pretty good for a first attempt. It kind of makes sense though, Pancho was having a good time with his pals and is a little annoyed that their night has to end. Also he's annoyed at himself for letting Horst get into this state.

*Pancho winked at him*

Small hint at panched in there, it was my first ship for this show and I still think it's neat.

*which he promptly collapsed onto seconds later.*

Poor Willie, he's just very done now, and needs sleep. Pancho just didn't want their partying to end, so he unwittingly wore his homies down on their night out.

*"You wanna come back to the Mango Tango with me?"*

Pancho is still very desperate to keep the night going, even if it isn't with his drinking buddies. He just needs company.

*Pancho released Ted almost immediately. "Sorry, I just, don't want to be alone." Pancho muttered, looking embarrassed.

Ted was a little surprised by his outburst, but deep down, he knew he might have done the same thing.*

Ah, poor babies. I thrive off the angst.

*exited Willie's hut and shut the door behind them.*

Courtesy.

*Together, they climbed*

Ted and Pancho sort of have a kindred spirit vibe going here. They're both going through similar experiences and avoiding them by being out at night. They need each other, even if they don't know it.

*tall tree that had many different people's huts in it*

Baobab tree? Is that what you were going for, past me?

*Pancho chuckled as he continued to stare out across the jungle. "I'm not sure if I ever went to lemur school." He said eventually.*

Now that they're up above the village and everything, Pancho's beginning to slow down and their conversations become more meaningful. He's put some distance between his late night drinking and now he just wants some solidarity in his pain and meaningful company, which, thankfully, Ted can give.

*he really didn't know much about Pancho's side of things.*

I have to wonder what the POV of people who weren't directly involved in Panchurian would be. I think Ted would probably be quite confused about what happened to Pancho, and why he suddenly has a house now and everything. But hes too polite to ask, so it's only now he finds out.

*Ted sighed and glanced up at Pancho*

Ted sort of looks up to Pancho after seeing how brave and badass he was in Exiled, and he's always veiwed Pancho as this macho, confident swagger guy, and hopes that he might be a source of consolation that could help Ted feel 'normal' again.

*"but even when that something's over and you know it's never going to hurt you again you just can't help being terrified"*

All this would definitley resonate with Pancho and the first thing he does is to encourage Ted to do what's best for him because he cares. He doesn't want Ted to end up like him because of trauma.

*"Don't apologise." He said. Ted glanced back at him. "It's, uh, it's alright to get scared by that stuff"*

Pancho shows Ted that it's okay to be scared, because if Ted continues to bottle up his feelings then he won't be Ted anymore.

*"You know I got brainwashed, right?"*

Poor Panchy just wants to open up to someone. He's been shoving his feelings down, but now it's all coming to the surface because of how he relates to Ted right now. He needs some more chances to talk about the things that haunt him.

*"Soft!" Ted exclaimed, hands on his hips.*

Ted was a little hung up on being a 'tough guy' after Exiled, so that shows through here.

*"And I'm assistant captain of the ringtail guard!"*

This little rant feels very in character for Ted. I enjoyed writing it.

*"but I just can't bring myself to pay them a wedding visit!"*

A wedding visit was a custom in the olden days of England, and I can absolutely see Ted doing it and bringing the newly weds gifts.

*leaned back against the branch they were sitting on.*

At the beginning of this scene, Pancho was clutching the tree trunk, now he's relaxed. He's feeling more comfortable with Ted.

*"Why don't you talk to your wife, she'll help."*

Helps to establish a functioning support system. Pancho knows Ted has people he can turn to, so encourages him to do so.

I am completely all for this friendship. Ted would help Pancho with his issues without hesitation, and obviously I wrote this with the idea that nobody would be completely okay after Exiled. I just wanted to explore their issues further, and for my first fic in this fandom, I think it's pretty good.

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And that's it! Thanks again for the ask :)

#wow i haven't posted anything in a while #(it's barely been 2 days but still)#ask #friend ask #fanfic commentary #trauma mention #fanfiction #ahkj

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pheo742 · 6 years

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Super Sides~Chapter One

A/N: so this is the first chapter of my Super Hero Au, it would probably be best to read my little au post first right here (I hope the link works Im still new to this). Anyway I hope you guys like it:)

Warnings: manipulative Deceit, slight violence, swearing

Pairings: N/A (it'll probably come later in the series but idk yet)

Roman was in the middle of play rehearsal when his phone went off. He technically wasn't even supposed to have his phone on him during rehearsal, but in his case it was crucial for him to have his phone near by at all costs. Of course, Roman could never tell his director or his fellow actors why this was the case, but he was such a good actor that it was easy for him to get away with these kind of things. He glanced down at his phone and saw he had a text from his favorite nerd.

Bank robbery. Patton should meet you there. Sending the address now.

Leave it to Logan to be incredibly straightforward and boring in his texts. Would it kill him to be me expressive? Roman was about to send a snarky remark when his friend and fellow thesbian, Thomas, gave him an impatient huff.

"It's your line, Ro."

Roman gave him an apologetic smile. "Actually, I have to go. Patton's car broke down and he's stranded, so I need to pick him up."

Thomas raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "Didn't something like that happen like a week ago too?"

Stupid! Roman thought to himself. Way to use the same excuse twice in a row.

"Yeah, Patton really needs to get a new car," Roman quickly made up. "But we wouldn't want to keep him waiting now would we? If you could just cover for me until I get back? I would be forever grateful!"

"You're lucky you're such a good fit for this part, otherwise I'm sure the director would kick out for sure," Thomas said, but then let out a sigh. "But sure. I can ask Joan if they can cover your part until you get back, but you need to stop running out of rehearsal like this."

"Thank you, Thomas! And this is the last time, I promise!" He exclaimed, but he knew that there would certainly be more occasions like this in the future.

Roman hurried out of theater and made his way to the closest alley, making sure that no one was there to see him. He opened his large backup, revealing a very bright red costume inside. Roman could hardly hold back a grin as he put it on; it was time to be a superhero!

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Virgil had messed up.

This was hardly the first time he had robbed a bank. He'd have done hundreds of robberies since he discovered his powers and started his life of crime about two years ago. However for some reason, today he was careless. He had waited for Deceit's signal and had used his shadow abilities to easily travel into the vault, but once he started shoveling the money into his sac the alarms started blaring. Virgil had panicked and fled, teleporting a few blocks away from the bank.

Now here he was, in an alley somewhere trying real hard not to have a panic attack. He knew Deceit was going to mad. Although Virgil didn't even know his real name, Deceit was Virgil's only friend. The man had taken Virgil under his wing after Virgil's powers manifested and he was seen as a monster by his family. Since then, Deceit had trained Virgil to be his prodigy in crime. Virgil didn't exactly enjoy being a supervillain in training and Deceit was a unsettling person at best, but he didn't exactly have anyone else to go to.

Virgil heard the police sirens in the distance and knew he had to get out of their quick, but first he had to calm down. His powers were linked to his emotions, so if he was too stressed out he wouldn't have much control over them. He focused on his breathing and finally calmed down a little bit, but before he could shadow travel an obnoxious flash of red got in his way.

"Well if it isn't my favorite emo nightmare."

As if this day couldn't get any worse, Virgil thought to himself

Now Virgil had dealt with plenty of superheros before, but none were as annoying as Blaze. Clad in a conspicuous combination of red and white, with a sparkly red mask covering his face and samurai sword at his side, one could definitely call him Extra. It didn't help that every time the two fought each other Blaze always came up with annoying nicknames for him.

"Listen, Princey, I really don't want to deal with you today."

"Aww, you see me as a Prince? Why, is it because I'm so charming?"

Virgil scowled. "No, because you're a royal pain in my ass."

Blaze let out a hearty chuckle. "As much as I enjoy our little talks, I think we'll have to postpone this conversation until you're put behind bars."

Shadows began to solidify around Virgil and form threatening tendrils. "I don't think so."

Blaze smirked and accepted this as a challenge. He created a ball of fire from his palm and hurtled it towards Virgil, which he easily blocked with his wall of darkness surrounding him. Virgil's shadows attacked Blaze, and the fanciful hero barely managed to strike them down with his sword in time. Virgil thought he had the upper hand when he noticed that his feet were stuck. He looked down and saw that a tangle of vines were wrapped tightly around them.

"Stop!" A voice rang out behind him, sounding urgent at first but then errupted into giggles. "Leaf him alone!"

"Not helping!" Blaze responded, annoyed and out of breath.

Virgil looked behind him and saw Catastrophe, Blaze's partner in crime fighting. Of course Virgil knew about him, but he had never actually met him in person. He had just as ridiculous costume as Blaze did: pale blue and white attire with a cat mask to match. His powers weren't as threatening though, as much as Virgil knew he could just control nature.

Virgil dissolved into shadows to free himself of the vines, and reappeared a few feet in front of the light hearted hero. He was losing his patience, Deceit was already going to be mad at him and these two heroes stalling him were only going to make matters worse. Virgil sent a shadow full force at Catastrophe, so hard in fact that he tumbled across the pavement and hisask flew off. Blaze cried out when he saw his friend in danger and rushed forward, but Virgil created a barrier between them. Virgil walked towards Catastrophe and he could feel fear radiating off of him, and Virgil let his shadows take shape into something to worsen his fear. The shadows morphed into thousand of little spiders that all hurried over to the man on the ground. He cried out in fear, and that was the moment it hit Virgil.

For the first time he didn't see a hero in a mask trying to stop him, he saw a real person. A freckled face with brown messy hair and big blue eyes that we're currently terrified. Virgil realized he was being the monster he was always worried he was. Guilt hit him like a brick. He immediately made the spiders disappear. Catastrophe was confused, although relieved, as to why he stopped his attack, but Virgil could only shake his head and blink back tears.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," was all he could say as he vanished into the shadows, leaving the two heroes bewildered."

Hope you like it, sorry if there's any typos I wrote this really late at night and didn't proofread it. Anyway thanks for reading it!

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Deepest Secrets Pt. 2

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: A bit of angst, Whole lotta fluff

Word Count: 2000+

Summary: A journal is meant to be personal a way for someone to express their secrets without judgement. Nor is it suppose to be read by others. A misplaced journal can cause all sorts of problems for it’s owner.

A/N: And here it is a Part Two! I had so many of you guys asking for a second part, and I know it’s super long over due. but DUN DUN DA! I’m running on about three hours of sleep, so I apologize if there’s typos. This was fun to write, and I hope you guys enjoy it as much as you all loved this first!

The gifs is not mine, credit to the owner.

Part One

It wasn’t until late in the evening that Y/n dared to step foot into the compound. She had spent all day in hiding, ignoring the incessant phone calls. Natasha and the others tried to get through to her, but they were met with voicemail each time. Y/N wanted to tell them to stop calling her. She couldn’t handle dealing them right now. It was all still too fresh. Unfortunately, she knew she knew she’d need to head back eventually. She couldn’t hide forever.

“Welcome back, Miss Y/N.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. greeted her when she stepped in the elevator. “The others were quite worried about you. Would you like for me to let them know you’ve returned safely?”

“No!” Y/N her heart rate sky rocketing at the thought of the others knowing she was back. She didn’t want to be bombarded with their questions, at least not yet.

“Very well. We are glad you’re back safe.” Y/N sighed in relief as the elevator brought her to her room. When the doors slid open, she hesitantly peeked around the corners to see if anyone was in the halls. Once cleared, she slipped down the hall keeping her back against the wall. Y/N reached her door and checked over her shoulder one last time before quietly opening her door and slipping inside. Standing with her back to her room, she slowly closed the door behind her, flinching at the resounding click. The lock slid in place and she let out a sigh of relief. For a home filled with highly trained spies and soldiers, it was rather easy to break in unnoticed.

Y/N turned around, a hand running loosely through her hair. There were a few things she was trained to be ready for, but seeing two large men sprawled out on her bed fast asleep in the middle of the night was not one of the training regiments. Y/n nearly flew out of her skin at the sight of them, a startled squeak escaping her lips as her back slammed against the door. The sound was thunderous in the silent room, and the two soldiers jolted awake. Both lurched up in the bed, blinking around bleary eyed to find the source noise. Y/N froze against the door, like a deer caught in head lights when the two sets of eyes settled on her. There was a beat of silence, the fog from their slumber hindering them for a moment, and then they were flying off the bed in a flurry of rushed apologies.

Steve reached her first, dragging the alarmed woman into his arms as he repeated over and over how sorry the both were. Bucky moved to wrap himself around her from behind, arms securely around her waist so he could bury his face in her neck. He whispered over and over how they were so worried when she left, and how happy they were that she was here. How she was safe.

Y/N stood motionless, her eyes wide as she was pinned between the two soldiers. She had dreams like this, pressed between the two of them, but she was always blissfully happy. Instead, she felt panic bubble up to cause her breath to quicken in short shallow bursts. The two didn’t miss her shift, tensing with her still in their iron grips.

“Y/N. It’s okay, breath.” Bucky cooed, his voice low and rough in her ear. Steve repeated Bucky’s word, a hand running through her hair. Y/N shook her head, twisting in their arms to gain some sense of freedom. The two reluctantly let her slip from their grip, watching her sadly as she moved across the room.

“Hey, Y/N. It’s alright.” Steve started again, freezing mid step at the panicked, wide eye look she shot his way. He raised his hands in surrender, his expression dropping. Bucky’s expression shifted to mirror Steve, his shoulders dropping. While she looked in terror between the two of them, they both were fighting to not break down right in front of her.

The shame of reading the words on the pages didn’t fully hit them until they saw the look of betrayal on her face in the living room. They had no idea it was her journal, it was left wide open on the coffee table as if inviting them in to read the neat cursive. They had only made it a few pages in, the words speaking to them in ways they didn’t know words could, when they heard Natasha and Y/N enter the room. They panicked. Their hearts dropped as her expression did, and then panicked once more as she sprinted out of the room. They tried to catch her, but she was too quick, too clever. Maybe if Clint hadn’t been on the elevator, they might have caught her and been able to explain as best they could. Instead, Steve’s shoulder still smarted from where he slammed against the metal doors, and Bucky’s knee still hurt from where he landed after tripping over Clint.

No matter how many times they tried to call, they were sent straight to voicemail. Messages were left unanswered, and their fear rose by the minute. They tried to convince Natasha to go look for her, but both were met with a cold hard glare. Resigning they wouldn’t find her until she wished to emerge, they gave up for the time. Minutes turned to hours, and both Steve and Bucky were beyond worried. They went to check to see if she might have slipped in unnoticed, just to peak. But her room was empty, and Steve couldn’t stop himself from walking in. He still had the journal, managing to swipe it from Tony before he could read it, and felt the need to put it back. Bucky trailed behind, looking around the room before he collapsed on her bed. They both sat, staring at the wall with her photos of the team before them before they finally spoke of the words they read.

It was hard for them, finding the right words to speak of their thoughts on her journal entry. Once they did, their discussion flowed easily. They didn’t know that Y/N thought that way, and talking to the other, both Bucky and Steve learned they had the same thoughts as her. They didn’t remember falling asleep, the stress mounting to a point of exhaustion. They woke to the slam of her body against the door, and now here they were with Y/N staring at them as if they were about to break her heart. And it broke theirs.

“Wh-what are you-?” Y/N struggled to speak, her voice softly shaking. She was still reeling from finding them in her room, to being wrapped up in both their arms, and then staring into their pleading eyes. She couldn’t take their rejections, her heart not strong enough to handle it. She wrote it out for a reason, so she could put it into words without having to speak out loud.

“Please, just listen.” Bucky begged, taking a hesitant step forward. “We had no idea it was your journal, and we have no idea how it got into the living room. Either way we’re both incredibly sorry to have read it. It wasn’t for us to read and we hope you can find it in your heart to trust us again.”

Y/N shifted in place, linking her hands together to twist in front of her. She turned her gaze away, finding it harder and harder to look at them. Trust wasn’t the problem, not at the moment, but she didn’t interrupt to correct him.

“It’s sitting on your desk now. We made sure Tony didn’t read it too,” Bucky motioned to her desk where it lay closed on the table top. Y/N glanced at it briefly, before she ducked her head once more. “But doll, we need to talk about this.”

Vigorously shaking her head, Y/N’s breath caught and she spun around to collapse on the bed. Burring her face in her palms, she made a noise of protest muffled by her hands. Weight settled on either side of Y/N, gentle hesitant hands surrounding her and began stroking down her back and rubbing her arms. She flinched away from their soft touches, but neither Steve nor Bucky pulled away.

“Hey, doll look at us.” He sighed at the aggressive head shake response, but Bucky was not giving up. “Alright then just listen. You don’t need to be ashamed, nothing that you wrote was shameful. You wrote words from your heart, words you never meant for us to read, but I’m so glad we did. I have no doubt it was hard to come to terms with what you were admitting, hell even with Steve and I it was hard.” Y/N began to relax in his touch, looking up to gape at Bucky. He chuckled softly before continuing. “Yeah, we talked about it. Fell asleep after we hashed everything out. Turns out, you’re not the only one who thinks those things either.”

Y/N’s mouth fell open, whipping her head between the two who were smiling softly at her shocked expression.

“Wait, what?!”

Steve scooted forward, his arms open wide in question before scooping her up into his arms at her hesitant nod. “It wasn’t something we both were aware of, not until we sat down to talk. But there are a few things you didn’t put into consideration. For starters, we both have grown up together. We were inseparable all the way up to the war, and even then, when I found Bucky the first time, we never left each other’s sides. When Bucky came back a second time, nothing changed and we’ve hardly been apart since.”

He paused, tilting her head up with a finger under her chin to lock eyes. There was a glint of mischief behind his grin, a look she’d only would see when he had a plan up his sleeve. A quick glance to Bucky showed a similar grin, dangerous when both were on the same page, and caused her heart to pound in her chest. The only way she knew they weren’t teasing her was by how they both were tense, ready to hold her tighter if she decided to fly the coop again. Were things really heading in the direction she thought it was going?

“We’ve always shared things, but never shared what we felt about you.” Bucky voice was softer as he brushed his knees against Steve’s. There was a waver, a hitch in his throat as he continued. “Us reading your journal brought out a secret we kept from even ourselves. I don’t think we’d ever admit it out loud if we hadn’t found it.”

Y/N’s mouth opened and closed, their words slowly sinking in. This wasn’t happening, right?

“Are you willing to try? With us?” Steve asked, a slight quiver in his voice as he took his turn to lay his heart out on the table. His stomach was in knots, and he tried to hide his jitters by holding Y/N tighter. “We know its… Odd. But Buck and I both agree; This is something we’d want. Something we wanted for a while, but could never admit it out loud. There’s no one else I’d agree to this with, but with you and Bucky, I want to.”

Bucky reached up to gently pushed a stray hair behind her ear, an uncertain smile on his own face. Y/N breath caught in her throat at the intensity behind his stormy blues. He was just as nervous at Steve, and was laying his own heart out there. Not at all how Y/N thought this would turn out.

“Well, doll. What do you say? Will you give it- give us a shot?”

Was this really what she wanted? That’s a dumb question. Y/N didn’t have to think about it, she had done enough of that today to last a life time anyways. She knew they both were serious; they never were the people to tease and torment others to begin with. Not over something like this. Squaring her shoulders, Y/N felt a calm wash over her as she sat tall in both Steve’s and Bucky’s arms. The two followed suit, their full attention on the woman between them. Taking in a deep breath, Y/N answered them with watery smile.

“Of course, I will.”

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fam(ily) - four | pkjm

parent!au: park jimin A single father of twins show you the true meaning of family and what it takes to love like a parent, even if they aren’t your own. word count: 2,652 genre: fluff// future angst? ?? warnings: explicit language one | two | three | four | five

[A/N]: i wrote this in one sitting so i APOLOGIZE for any typos bc i know they’re going to be a lot of them

“That was their mother’s aunt. Don’t worry about it, (Y/N).” Jimin rubbed the back of his neck out of nervousness. He tried to smile to reassure you that things were going to be fine, but he could hardly get himself to.

You stepped towards him and hugged him. Your wet hair clung against his shirt, soaking through the cloth. His familiar sweet strawberry scent hit his nose, but for some reason, it smelled better on you. He pulled you in closer, to the point where your torsos were touching and your warmth from the shower wrapped him as well.

Jimin has never felt such serenity in his life. Embracing you calmed his waters, like all his worries suddenly vanished. That was what you did. You did that, his solace.

You pulled away and merely blinked at him. He couldn’t read your expression — possibly a mixture of emotions. Confusion. Compassion. Sympathy. You were searching him, finding any way to understand what had happened. “Bad blood?”

“Something like that.” Jimin shrugged, dropping eye contact and still holding you in his arms. He was afraid to let go, thinking you might never come back to him.

“I won’t push it.” You smiled. That incredible, infamous smile. You didn’t need the explanation, you just simply understood and he loved it. He wouldn’t know how to tell you, maybe when the time was right. “I got your shirt wet..”

He looked down at his white tee and laughed at the water patches. Jimin grabbed the ends of his shirt and pulled it over his head. He was use to walking around the house without a shirt, so it didn’t occur to him how strange it may have been for you. His eyes landed on your bright pink cheeks — a notable signature that you had — and your wide eyes.

“You’re really cute.” He chuckled, and pinched your hot cheek lightly. He walked to his room to grab another shirt, leaving you stunned at him in his living room.

You had moved back into your apartment and Kim was finally back. You weren’t sure how many more days you could last without strangling Ingrid. Your uncle’s vitals were stable and he was recovering quickly. Kim was glad she was back too.

She was back on her feet after two hours of settling back in, it was extraordinary. You aspired to be someone like her. She was admirable and you were proud to be related to such a strong woman.

You and Jimin contacted frequently after you moved out, he texted you often and invited you over for dinner almost every night. After leaving the small family, you realized how much you missed them.

You wandered your massive apartment and felt lost in it. An eerie silence always lingered in the air and it was cold. There was no warmth or happiness around every corner. There was no Jimin or the twins. It was quiet and you had to stop yourself from running back to them every night.

Minseo and Minjoo would ask you when you were coming back. They would plead for you to stay and even go to the extent of begging you to move in with them. You couldn’t let yourself get greedy and often tried to frown upon their behavior. It helped with your impulses of agreeing with them.

If they just pleaded you a little more, you would’ve packed your things and moved in with them. The problem was that you couldn’t. Jimin and you weren’t exclusive or anything official. You were his friend, even if you two had feelings for one another.

Jimin went back to work, so you no longer saw him after school. However, mornings were different. He made the effort to hold your hand as you two chatted. Kim almost ripped your head off to immediately explain what was going on. She demanded to know everything she missed during her trip.

Months passed by as you slowly integrated yourself in their family. You and Jimin started to meet on the weekends because he made you promise that you’d see him once a week outside of school. In some strange way, you were able to convince Wes to give you less hours. It was the start of something new.

“Guess who’s going on a date today.” Jimin paced around the living room with a small sock in his hand. He didn’t look quite happy. You two were scheduled for one of your weekend plans.

He was dressed in a nice button up, tucked into his black jeans. His hair was neatly parted and his skin glowed. You showed up in something a little different today. It was a simple pastel pink sundress that fell mid-thigh.

“Judging by your face, it’s not us?” You questioned as you leaned against the door frame.

“I didn’t know we called our plans dates.” Jimin peered up to finally look at you. He paused, sharply taking in a breath. His eyes widened as he scanned you from head to toe. He gulped, “are you going to be cold? Did you bring a jacket?”

Your shoulders fell along with your hopes and dreams. You thought he was going to be surprised at your outfit change, instead you only triggered his parental instincts.

“You are such a dad, Jimin.” You sighed and rolled your eyes.

“Maybe because I am one?” He chuckled and walked towards you. He held your forearms and smirked at you before pulling you into a hug. “You look beautiful, honey.”

His words of affection no longer caught you off guard. You were use to it, something you didn’t think you would be accustomed to. He called you pet names a lot and your heart trembled to every one of them. You still couldn’t get yourself to call him anything yet, merely his name. You were always too shy or embarrassed, thinking it would sound weird if you were the one who said it.

“Well, you didn’t think so a second ago. The first thing you literally asked me was if I was cold. Turn Dad Mode off for three minutes.” You pouted, but obviously melted in his arms. He pulled away and his devilish smirk remained on his face. His eyes turned dark while raising a curious eyebrow. He embraced you once more.

You felt his sneaky hands roam their way under your dress. His skin brushing your under clothed thighs. “Turn Dad Mode off, you say? I can do that.” His voice was low and sensual. You held onto his wrist before they could reach to your butt.

“Jimin! That was not what I meant.” You giggled, flustered at his actions. He laughed and kissed your cheek. His hands retreating from under your dress. “Anyways, what were you rambling on about before? And where’s Jen?”

Jen baby sat during the weekends for you and Jimin to enjoy yourselves. You have gotten to know her over the course of the months and you adored her joyful nature. You two got along harmoniously. She would tease you and Jimin a lot, knowing you two liked each other quite a bit.

“That’s the thing. Minjoo’s going on a date.” Jimin scoffed and rolled his eyes. He crossed his arms as the two girls ran out from their rooms. They were wearing cute little onesies.

“Ms. (Y/N)!” They cheered and hugged your legs. “You look so pretty. Daddy, I want to wear a dress like Ms. (Y/N) too!”

“Yeah, Daddy! I want to match with her too.” The twins begged and pulled at Jimin’s arms. He sighed and nodded. They squealed and hurried to change.

“Isn’t she like six?” You laughed, but Jimin wasn’t. He had a frown and his eyebrows were knitted together.

“Yeah, but Jen said it was a harmless child play date. It was going to be like just two children playing around.” He grumbled, still gripping the sock in his hand.

You rubbed his arm, completely entertained by how fumed he was. “Aw, Papa Beaw, are you mad your wittle daughter is finally growing up?” You teased. Jimin narrowed his eyes at your banter.

“I’m worried for her, (Y/N). The male specimen are animals. I can’t let a demon boy tarnish my angel.” He whined and complained. He was really protective over his daughters and you found it ridiculous, but adorable.

“If the male specimen are animals, what does that make you? Am I tainted now that I have gone out with you more than five times?”

“I’m different. I asked you to go on dates after several months of getting to know you. This boy probably didn’t speak to her for more than twenty minutes before asking her out.” Jimin talked with his hands occasionally, flinging them around to prove his point.

You crossed your arms, “I thought we don’t call them dates. Also, who is this boy? They might be in the same class.”

“We’re calling them dates now that you called them dates. His name is Jihoon.”

Your eyes lightened up at the name, more ecstatic than you were before for Minjoo, “Jihoon? They’re like super close. That’s adorable. I didn’t know they liked each other.”

“What do you mean?”

“Besides Minseo, Jihoon’s really the only other person Minjoo talks to. They sit next to each other all the time and I see them talk a lot. Jihoon is such an obedient child and he’s very nice, you don’t have to worry about him.”

Jimin wasn’t giving up his stance, “that’s what they all say. Boys eventually grow out of that and they’ll become heart rippin-”

“Daddy, do we look pretty!?” Minjoo twirled in her little dress. A smile beaming on her face.

Minseo stepped out and join her sister in a curtsy. The sight was absolutely unbearable. You wanted to scoop them up in your arms and pamper them with small kisses. The feeling of love was overwhelming, like seeing puppies cuddled up next to sleeping babies. It made you mushy and you knew that’s exactly what happened to Jimin too.

He crouched down and fixed their stray hairs, “my princesses are growing up now, they’re pulling at the heart strings of little boys.”

“Daddy, don’t cry. We’ll always be your girls.” Minseo jumped and gave Jimin a squeeze.

“We’re going to be late! I don’t want Jihoon to be waiting.” Minjoo nagged and didn’t forget to put on a jacket. Minseo reached out her arms for you to carry her, and you picked up the young girl. Her face immediately cuddling up against yours.

“Do I look just as pretty as you, Ms. (Y/N)?” She asked.

You nodded, “even better.”

The date was mellower compared to your usual dates with Jimin. The girls were with you because Jimin had to supervise. You guys had dinner and gone out for ice cream. Later on, you five went to the park where Minjoo and Jihoon chased each other endlessly. Minseo happily played with the other kids there.

It was simple, but nice. It helped wrap up the fast paced week you endured on a regular. “I’m sorry we couldn’t go somewhere else.” Jimin apologized as you two sat on a bench, observing the playground in front of you two.

The night was settling in slowly and the tonic blue hung low over the park. The warm breeze tickled your bare arms and danced with your hair. You rested your head on Jimin’s shoulder. “I had fun, honestly. This was really calming and it was just the thing I needed to end my hectic week.”

“But we have to watch the kids and I feel like it should’ve been our time—”

“Jimin, I wouldn’t trade this in the world. I’d go anywhere with you.” You whispered, knowing he was the only person who would be able to hear you.

He picked up your hand and placed it on his chest. You felt his quick, irregular heart beat and you heard him sigh. “You see what you do to me?”

“Oh, you’re worse, Park Jimin.” Your hand fell from his chest to cup your warm cheeks again. You didn’t know you made his heart do that. He mainly made your heart skip, not the other way around.

“I think you’re about the same, you just don’t know it.” He had his arm around the bench. You sat up and faced him.

“Then tell me what I don’t know. How do I make you feel?” You asked. He blinked back at you, unsure what to say. The tables have turned, Jimin stared at you, flustered.

Jimin leaned forward, tilting his head to fit your face. His eyes gradually came to a close and yours did the same. You felt his hot breath against your lips. He was so close, you could smell the scent of the shampoo you two had shared. His hand came up to caress your skin, to hold you steady. Your heart was pounding so loud, you heard and felt it in your ears.

“Daddy!” A bloody scream interrupted the moment. You were so close. The same feeling from the first night at his house reappeared, it was all too familiar. Deja Vu.

Both of your eyes shot up and you were able to see every pore on his face. You cleared your throat, and got up. Jimin did the same as Minseo ran over. She looked distressed.

“What is it, baby?” Jimin sounded concerned.

“I can’t find Minjoo and Jihoon.” She panted, tears spilling down her face. Your mouth went dry and you searched the playground right when those words came out of her mouth.

They weren’t anywhere. The last time you saw them, Jihoon was pushing Minjoo on the swings. Your heart started up again, but for a different reason. You were scared out of your mind.

You scooped the crying girl in your arms, unsure what was happening. “Jimin.”

“(Y/N).” You both sounded panicked. Jimin’s chest heaved up and down. He looked like he had the life sucked out of his system. You were petting Minseo’s hair, hoping she’ll stop crying. It was a mess.

“Jimin, search the trees.” You grabbed your purse from the bench. “I’ll look in the garden.”

The park had many attractions addition to the play structure. It was next to a small wood area with tall trees that cut into the massive baseball field and recreational center. On the other side, there was a huge garden filled with a variety of lush plants and flowers. All of which was open for the public to get lost in.

“(Y/N), fast. It’s getting dark.” Jimin sprinted off into the direction of the trees and you walked quickly to the garden.

Minseo was bouncing in your arms and you mindlessly spoke to her. “It’s okay, Monkey. We’ll find them. Don’t cry. I’m here and your Daddy is here too. We’ll find them in no time.”

“I was too busy playing with the other kids, I wasn’t paying attention to her. I’m sorry, Ms. (Y/N).” She wailed. You felt guilty that she blamed herself because it was partly your’s and Jimin’s fault. If only you two weren’t so immersed in yourselves, things would’ve been different.

“Monkey, it’s not your fault. We’re all going to be fine.” You weren’t sure about anything you were telling her. Frankly, you were so worried that you weren’t thinking straight and Minseo was getting heavy in your arms.

The garden seemed quiet and still. It was much bigger than you remembered. It spanned across a gigantic field, with bushes that lined the paths. You hurried into the abyss and called after the children’s names. Minseo helping you.

“Minjoo! Jihoon!” The sky turned dark as you were running out of time. Your anxiety grew as you knew it wouldn’t be long until you were unable to see. Your hopes of finding them seemed slim and you grew weary.

[A/N]: I’m horrible guys i know…… im leaving you AGAIN with ANOTHER cliff hanger im sorry IM TERRIBLE ughuahfuhURHGUHUHG!!!

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chevko · 6 years

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12/22

Went to mom and dad's yesterday. Got there super late, boo. Had some fun. Uncle's chair collapsed on him, so that was mildly terrifying. Thankfully my cousin, his daughter, is an RN or something - she works at the hospital. Nothing broke, though there was plenty of swelling and he almost took a tumble down some stairs. That put a damper on things for the night :| I got to play with many dogs, but I feel I should have rescued one... he gets beat up and singled out - my brother's dog, brother to the one in question also, has a mean streak. Before we left today, my brother's dog randomly decided to crowd and attack the former. Resulted in both his back legs being very painful. They got to feeling better though. I did a lot of hand feeding with him so he would have something to eat the that others weren't getting in the way for. But when we left one of the others snapped at him and presumably caught one of his legs.. I can't take any of them though. Pet deposit is 200 and pet rent is +150..

12/23

Been sitting on this for a while. Wrote it off my phone, the above portion, so that’s why there may be typos. I understand there’s not really anything I can do. I keep telling myself this. I do want to help my brother with his own pet deposit though. He’s living almost solely off his disability, which is like 300$ a month.

Mom got the family VR headsets. Me, Mirage, and brother got cheaper ones that we can slide our phones into. Mine almost fits but not quite, but I’ve been needing an upgrade for a while.

Mom overlooked or misunderstood on ours that you need a specific type of Android. My brother got one of these headsets and his is a cheap, tiny little prepaid smartphone.

Hello Secondhand Emotional Distress!!

Dad got one for movies, but they didn’t realize it’s not accommodating for glasses..

So nice to see you again, Secondhand Emotional Distress!!

AND I got an electric kettle! I was expecting more of like a teapot that was glass and easy to clean - something cute and trendy and neat.

Not at all what was expecting [stage whisper] but this is so much fucking cooler than that!

Let me just say that I’m presently waiting on my cup to cool down because it’s too hot right now :D

Mom also got Mirage lots of socks! His never get washed because I can never find them. He also got two pair of jeans, but they need to be exchanged because I told mom the wrong size by mistake. Oops. He also got a really nice-looking blue dress shirt. Not quite what I was picturing, but somehow WalMart was all out of polos??? But it doesn’t surprise me too much now that I think of it. I got two pair of jeans as well and a warm sweater top with a hood! One of the sizes was wrong, but turned out I told mom I wore like 14/16 by mistake :| Oops. Not sure how I did that.

We really need to go to Walmart at some point and exchange them. I’m really hoping they’ll honor the receipt up here... We can’t drive back down and exchange them. Mirage wound up getting a business call and either missed/forgot about it, didn’t want to deal with it, or just wanted to hurry up back because I hate long drives in the dark.

I was also reminded of an occurrence from last year, or the year before or something. I had a day of sudden onset DO NOT WANT TO INTERACT. Had absolutely nothing to do with any mental illness. I just... didn’t want to talk to anyone. Brother was trying to contact me about something, I was ignoring his calls, and mom even tried to contact me for him - I ended up having to make a note on Facebook that was just like I DON’T KNOW WHY BUT I JUST DON’T WANT TO TALK TO ANYONE TODAY SORRY. This is definitely a more extreme version of that.

I’m just being... absolutely asocial.

... Well, to a certain extent anyway. I still talk to some people. Just not many. I am absolutely starting to come out of it though.

*Touches cup.* Ouch, yikes, too hot still.

.. Apparently I’m just chronicling my thoughts right now. I’ll go ahead and wrap this up for now.

#crowded thoughts #family #Christmas 2k17

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briwhosaysni · 7 years

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@dearbluetravelers tagged me in this absolutely ages ago, and I just realized I never finished it, because when do I ever finish things in a reasonable amount of time? But, better late than never, I suppose. Anywho, thanks for the tag!

+Where do you publish your work?

Ao3 mostly, though sometimes I’ll post stuff here too. Especially if I wrote it off a prompt.

+What medium/application/etc.?

Google docs/drive. My laptop actually broke months ago so anytime I need a computer I’ve been borrowing my boyfriend’s, and I don’t want to clog up his files with my mountains of WIPs. Plus, docs makes it easier to share with friends and get their thoughts on things.

+Do you collaborate with others?

I do, but not in like, an intentional way. I’ll start talking to friends cough @typehere452 cough about headcanons and fic ideas, and next thing we know there’s a fic’s worth of content in the chat logs that just needs a little editing.

+How much editing do you do before you publish?

It really depends on what style I’m writing in. Usually it’s barely any, just enough to catch typos, grammar stuff, and tense switches, but if I’m writing in 3rd person I’ve taken to going through and making sure that I’m actually talking about the characters’ thoughts and feelings, rather than exclusively writing dialogue and bland action descriptions. That’s one of the reasons I like 1st person so much, actually. It makes that introspective stuff flow much more naturally for me.

+Do you listen to music?

Not usually. If I listen to any while writing, it’s pretty much exclusively instrumental, because I can’t hear words while thinking of and type other words at the same time. However, if I get stuck or need some inspiration, I’ll definitely start out by listening to a song or playlist that I think captures the mood, or take a break to listen for a bit before coming back.

+How do you decide what to write about?

Um, generally it’s a mix of inspiration just randomly striking me, prompts, and stuff that’s hinted at in a show that I want to know more about or explore more. Usually I write about ships, because 1. I just like them and find them engaging and enjoyable and when it comes to my fiction I’m a hopeless romantic, and 2. I find them academically interesting and I love exploring the ways people interact with each other, especially in that context. I do a lot of hurt/comfort, because frankly it comes easiest to me, and a decent amount of fluff, because the world is kind of shit right now, and I want to see my faves being happy.

+When do you write?

It used to primarily be when I had another thing to write and didn’t want to, so I procrastinated by writing things I did want to instead. But, now that I’ve graduated and don’t have papers to write, it’s usually just when inspiration strikes and I get a good idea, or when I’m really bored and have nothing else to do, so I figure I might as well try to hammer away at one of my WIPs.

+How often do you write?

It’s super variable. I’d love to be one of those people that writes every day, but I’m not there yet. I talk headcanons and bounce around ideas with people most days, but as for like, actually intentionally writing a fic, anywhere between a few times a week to once or twice a month.

+Do you take requests?

I do indeed! I love getting prompts and requests, but I am also terrible at finishing things quickly, so fair warning there.

+Is there a genre or type of story you want to write but are hesitant to?

I really, really want to write a long-form story. Like, something with multiple chapters and an actual plot, rather than a one-shot. The problem is, my brain thinks in scenes and at the level of individual moments and characters, rather than in big, overarching plots, so I’ve never been able to manage it. Along those lines, I would absolutely love to write a proper mystery story one day, but we’ll see if that ever actually happens.

+Any inspirational quotes, videos, tricks, articles, etc that help you stay motivated?

No specific quotes, but just the general idea of write what you want to write. It’s so easy to get caught up in wondering if people will like it, or say it’s dumb or obviously self-indulgent or whatever. So I’m trying to own it. Like, yes, this fic is entirely self-indulgent. That’s why I wrote it. Because it was something I wanted to read. And there’s nothing wrong with that.

Along similar lines, trying to remember that people aren’t usually judging me anywhere nearly as harshly as I judge myself. Especially when it comes to things like exploring topics or aus that people have already written stuff for. I personally love seeing different people’s interpretations of the same idea, but it’s super difficult to fight back that voice in my head saying “So-an-so did it waaaay better. Everyone’s just gonna think you’re ripping off thier idea.” It’s something that I still struggle with a lot, so trying to keep in mine my reactions to those same situations from the other side is important.

As for tricks, my biggest one is probably just when I start to hate something I’ve written and think it’s boring and awful, I close out of it, and don’t look at it until at least the next day, if not longer. Usually after that break it will look a lot better, because I haven’t been reading it over and over and over for several hours.

+Go to page 7 of your WIP, skip to the 7th line, and share 7 sentences:

I have so damn many WIPs, so I just picked the first one that I knew was longer than 7 pages. lol

After a long silence, Peter speaks again. “If you don’t want to talk about it right now, that’s fine. Any of it. The hotel, last night… I want you to take your time. But I did mean what I said. If you’re in trouble, I want to help.” After a moment with no response, Peter takes a breath, steels himself, and scoots closer on the couch, putting a hand on Juno’s knee. “I’m here for you. In whatever capacity you want me.”

Alright, let’s tag @gaiyok, @justasmalltownai, @typehere452, and @wendy-comet

#me things #writing #fanfic

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uno-duo-triotale · 7 years

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who would like to read a really long backstory Post on Serif?

cause i wrote it out for,,, some reason. it’s kind of written in a loose biography fashion so its not very good. its also probably... horribly spelled and full of typos

Serif is the oldest recognized son of the famous and well recognized, highly esteemed scientist, WD Gaster. Most of his life was spent growing up on the military bases where his father worked and lived, was homeschooled, and often looked after by other military personnel- most particularly a high-ranking Mage Soldier, Grillby, incredibly well known for his Fire Magic. Grillby was who initially taught Serif how to use Human soul-based magic, an art highly valued by humans as it can only be taught by a highly skilled mage, or a monster, who were on incredibly unfriendly, tense terms with humans. Grillby was assigned to Gaster as a test subject, as Gaster's focus was on creating super soldiers based on magic, and so Grillby was frequently around, and much closer of a father figure than Gaster (incredibly neglectful, emotionally manipulative and at the worst of times physically abusive) would ever be, and a very uncooperative test subject for gaster, with no desire to allow magic to be gifted freely to human soldiers and increase killing. Another dear friend of Serif is another army brat- Undyne. she’s a year younger than him and they meet when they’re around 10 and 9. She’s the adoptive daughter of a very high official- Asgore- who’s militarily charged with Mt Ebott and the monsters inside it, and works closely with his father.

after several years of dead ends where grillby refused to cooperate with the magic tests, gaster turned to his own son's quickly growing capabilities. in the secret of their own home the experiments would take place and eventually Serif was condemned to the basement as a test subject and experiment. at around the age of 12, after being isolated for over a year, grillby finally gets through via threats of turning gaster in, and serif finally gets to leave the basement again. he comes out of the basement to the discovery that he now has a pair of twin brothers- sans and papyrus. his father doesnt even remember their mother's names and hints that he only had the children for the purpose of more test subjects at one point, ordering his son to begin teaching them magic (an insane thought, considering both of his brothers were only 5 months old at the time). the experiments are far from over, and continue for the next 4 years. over the course of these years, serif frequently takes his brothers to see Grillby, who- despite being discharged from the military (assumedly by gasters influence after the threats), continues to follow them around and set up near whatever military base. both his brothers show incredible talent for magic, just as Serif did when he was younger, and just like his father. Grillby agrees to help teach them at serif's request. during timespans where Gaster forbids them to leave the military bases and not see Grillby, they go instead to see Undyne. by 11 years old she’s vigerously training with her dad and other people to join the military herself when she’s older. Serif trains with her- papyrus joins in, too. both Papyrus and serif look up to her- she looks up to serif, too; she wants to learn magic. he tells her its a very bad idea. dont bother.

At age 4, two weeks after serif's 16th birthday, the youngest of the 4 year old twins, papyrus, makes a panicked and frantic call to the 911 operator that his Father is dead in the basement study and something is very wrong with his brothers. Police arrive on the scene to find Grillby already there, called by papyrus immediately before he had called 911. Serif is hysterical and radiating a dangerous level of magic, aglow with fiery lights, in the corner of the room, and Gaster's body lays dead at the foot of the far wall. Sans, unconscious, remains motionless in his arms and clutched to his chest. the mystery itself lies that they could find no reason Gaster is dead- his body is intact and completely undamaged with no cause of death- and despite that fact, Serif and his unconscious brother are horrifically spattered in blood, as is the rest of the room, and papyrus, too. police come to the conclusion there was an intruder. a monster, who was capable of killing a human. tensions had been so high- the assumption of it being a monster was just that- a cruel assumption, and the only guess they could have to what killed Gaster without a trace. Serif has no memory of this night. according to records taken on the younger brothers- Sans had been asked by his father to come to the lab- but as soon as they'd passed the doorway to the stairs, his memory is gone, as well; Papyrus had been woken from bed by horrible screaming and had run down to the basement- by the time he got there the screams had stopped and he'd stumbled on the scene almost exactly how the police had.

It takes Grillby 15 hours to calm the panicked serif to the point anyone can approach him. Sans is mortally wounded- several broken bones, dangerous Magic reactions, and several sudden deteriorating diseases he'd not had before including degenerating bone, flesh rotting, and other issues. serif would be tested to be showing these symptoms, progressing much slower, but over the course of many years. when Serif holds him, sans' deterioration ceases. its a mystery for weeks what is happening until its discovered in the lab some of gasters' notes. a compound known as RaGe has been released into both brothers bodies. Serif's was capable of adapting to it. Sans was not.

another up-and-coming doctor known as Alphys, also studying magic (for robotic applications, not human applications) is given his case. after about 4 months of study where all 3 brothers remain in custody question at the hospital, frequently visited and cared for by Grillby, in which Alphys works closely with the brothers, she finally concludes a possible way to treat them. the need a monster, though- and she... isnt 100% sure they will survive. Asgore, in charge of the mountain, is desperate to help the sons of his close, late partner and top scientist. confronted by grillby, alphys, and serif- he admits he has... ways to get a monster out of the underground secretly. he’s done it a few times now- orphaned children. he’s done it a fewtimes, and as he sets it up he admits it is the the 8th time, now.

a monster child is retrieved from the Mountain by the name, Frisk. they are given to Alphys- who’s horrified. as is Serif and Grillby. Papyrus and Sans- unaware that Alphys’ original plan will involve possibly killing this monster child- a little goat monster- are quickly curious and already making friends. Frisk seems delighted. Alphys goes back to the drawing board.

they’ve been sick for about a year, and finally custody was settled around 7 months. despite grillby’s best efforts, they have a will from gaster that his sons are to never be left with him. temporarily they are to stay with Asgore, their godfather in the will, and his divorcing wife Toriel.at about the year-long mark, Alphys has a new solution after studying frisk. this solution will only work with Sans- using frisk’s system to filter out rage. Sans body is not dependant on it nor does it produce RaGe- after filtering, he will be safe. Serif is not so luck- over the years Gaster has altered his body to rely and rapidly produce it. filtering it would make him very sick- and eventually he’d just recreate it. The amount Serif creates, too- it could and most likely would be toxic for Frisk, especially with the added amount in sans decaying his system. over time, Frisk would work it out of their body- monster’s Magic systems are more... porous, and things get worked out of them as they create magic. they’d be okay as long as their system isnt overloaded with RG at one time.

Serif asks frisk if they will save his brother’s life. Frisk -they agree immediately, determined, and without hesitation. the procedure commences within the hour and takes 42- and goes successful. He’s weaker and iller than he should be after so much time with it in his system- he’s got fragile bones and bruises easily, and has a very poor immune system. but he wont degrade any more. He’s going to be okay. Everyone is relieved. Alphys explains to Serif that- well, he was altered to handle this stuff. he’s not going to die from it- not for a long time, at least. but he needs to keep using his Mage Magic. using magic works some of it out of his system- its important to get most of it out. otherwise it will damage him. He doesnt mind- he likes using magic. he can use it for good. Grillby agrees to teach him more about magic- everything he knows. Frisk comes with Sans and Papyrus, now. they like to train. This continues even when Serif and his brothers move in with Asgore and Toriel. Serif spends most of his time now, taking care of his brothers, and training- be it with his siblings- including his newest little sibling Frisk, who stays with them at Asgores- or with Agore and Undyne, his friend. Without Gaster around, he finally agrees to help teach Undyne about magic, to see if she can use it. she’s not as adept as Serif’s family tree of mages. but she trains her hardest- and with her determination she can do just about anything. Their magics are very different, but, she figures out how to work hers out. theyre both delighted.

a week before Serif would turn 19, the tensions between Monsters and Humans have finally errupted and war has begun. undyne has drafted herself for war the day she turned 18- in an effort to come with her, help her, he drafts too. They both join the Army, specifically targeting Infantry and Footsoldier work. they train and train together even before their drafts are called.

the war grows and gets worse and worse. they are only in training for a year before being deployed.

Neither of them talk about that war, or very little of what happens. by the end, there are few to know monsters left alive. not much is known about what happened with them personally- from the very few letters exchanged after they were deployed, its known they got seperated from side-by-side fighting somewhere around the middle of the war. Undyne tore off to fight front-lines style, against bigger warriors. Serif was packed into a small squadron for other missions. he writes one letter to grillby thats perhaps the most gruesome- grillby doesnt end up reading the whole thing, only the first paragraph. the squadron had invaded an area known as snowdin in the cover of the undergrounds night cycle and while monsters slept, they dispatched them- full families in their beds. Grillby stopped readings when Serif admits he kills a goat child and doesnt notice how much they looked like frisk until they were dead.

Undyne and Serif come home from the war at different times. Undyne comes home first, and everyone waits for weeks for Serif. weeks and then months. it takes 4 months for him to come home- he’s 21 and comes home in the back of a truck. Undyne came home exhausted and haunted but Serif- serif came back worse. he and Undyne dont talk to each other much, and he barely says anything to anyone- barely even responds when Asgore explains he had no choice but to send Frisk to a Holding Facility because they were a monster, or that the temporary custody settlments had finally been settled and his brothers had been moved to Fostercare- they have a good family, staying with the Mr and Ms Froggit, Toriel visits them all the time and takes them to see frisk. All these things Asgore tells him to try and comfort him but Serif never responds or seems to change. He sleeps for about 4 days after coming home. then he gets up, packs up, and goes with Toriel to see his brothers. They’re elated to see him. He cheers up incredibly in their presence. They go visit frisk with them- Frisk is so happy to see serif. he hugs them for a solid 15 minutes and they seem just fine in not being let go.

He goes back home with Toriel. Grillby comes over for dinner, he, Toriel, Asgore, and Undyne and her recently re-united girlfriend Alphys sit at the table. Alphys makes a joke about what he’s going to do now that hes home- he informs them he’s only going to be home for a week. he’s already enlisted to go oversees and continue his service. Grillby is outraged- and so is Asgore. Toriel is horrified. Undyne slams her fists on the table. Alphys looks shocked. Serif- looks just like he did the first 5 minutes he was home. Undyne accuses that they’re supposed to serve they times together and all 3 of his acting paternal figures demand he get more rest, Asgore says something like that cant be legal or allowed he return the quick. serif explains neutrally- he was approached by a man to join a special division. covert operations- survival skills- his magic- they need him there for training next week, he will be deployed as with a special team- but theyll part and he’ll work solo. he explains the foreign territory he’ll work- he talks calmly.

Undyne slams her hands on the table and leaves immediately. she’s gone on her way to- do whatever she can to end up serving with him. she cant, even with her track record and feild work. in anger she enlists for the soonest deployment she’s allowed in the same area. Serif spends his week visiting his brothers and frisk every day- by night hes out of the house doing god knows what and comes home drunk as hell twice late the next morning someone else leaves his room and leaves the house, having come home with him. he leaves early in the morning before anyone in the house wakes up without a goodbye, everything he has gone.

he comes home maybe once or twice a year- to see his brothers, see frisk ,see his family. maes quite a few jokes about ‘having fun’ with the locals with undyne- theyre amusing and she jokes along but mentions to gaster that she’s worried about him.

he’s 23 and still doing his mysterious work- ocassionaly he meets up with Undyne covertly- but there's a brewing war with the country he’s in. everyone at home is begging him to come home- undyne included, she keeps tracking him down when she can and asking they both go home, before theres deplyment in the area they can leave.

That war never comes; his timeline makes a surprising horror-story twist and a few thousand miles from them is ground 0; the news erupts with a story most people dont believe. zombies. a media joke to most of the world, what, zombies? neither Serif and Undyne have heard about it- they’re in the middle of work, no time for the news. Serif has a devious little gnashing teeth encounter- assumes it was a man gone crazy. the second one is too much of a coincidence withing 12 hours of the first-- he aproaches the nearest village with a caution that saves his life. people run and scream and die. he cant honestly believe it himself but he tears off to the North, knowing exactly where Undyne and her team are stationed. The little outpose base is in a panic- they’re here too. with a good use of magic he rids the post of the infected. Undyne and half of her team, alive. She’s the captain and orders they march now to help the village- Serif outranks her, she’s shocked to find. he orders they leave- now. they’re retreating right now- taking the military vehicle and driving to the nearest airport and going home. immediately. no stops. If they dont get home before that don there gets out of hand, they-re screwed. there wont be ny airplanes to ross an ocean, he says. Undyne thinks he fucking crazy, she marches to leave- he knocks her out and throws her in the back seat. the team follows his lead and they pile in. He informs them as he takes the wheel and tears out down a road that they are all officially awol. none of them really seem to care. zombies are a shock. Serif’s a fun liar and with a lot of jokes about how tired his unconscious companion is, he explains to a woman using his military position that they need to board the plane. a bit impressive, in all honesty.

He and the group board and fly and split up on-landing, instructed to go get their families and, if they want to join up, meet up at a specific location. Serif picks his alphys’ lab and orders them all meet there by 3 days. He takes off with Undyne, who after so many hours of unconsciousness comes to in the car he stole. he points out to her they’re already back home. she’s shocked. he states firmly that he’s kidnapping frisk when they pull into the complex to Undyne. double the shocked. she comes with him. smiles and all- the personell know Serif. he gets to frisk. they smile and hug and joke. Frisk calls him sweaty and dirty- he very much is, fresh from the field. He picks up frisk, still smiling and joking with a glance to the monitoring personel near by, and holds a hand out to Undyne. his still shocked companion takes it- and promptly the three of them are shortcutted out of the holding facility and into the parking lot. He buckles frisk into the back seat with a hum, the kid thoroughly confused. Undyne- who’s shortcutted with him before many times, just gets in the passenger door. Serif tears off in the stolen car before the surpised personel at the facility can even raise an alarm. theyre gone. Serif changes out his stolen car along the way. He pulls up to the school he knows his brothers attend and walk home from. they wait for a few moments there. despite frisk frantically asking confused questions, he only smiles and jokes. Undyne his quiet and squinting, and when the school lets out an hour into waiting, breaks him from his jokes at frisk to inform them that Sans and Papyrus are coming out. She yells out the window, and hearing her voice, the come running immedeatly, expecting and soon confirming that Serif is with her. They’re even happier when they climb in the car and discover Frisk. they’re so excited, asking if Frisk is finally allowed to come home again. Serif jokes around more. he changes out his stolen car again on the way home, to the confusion of his brothers who are a bit horrified theyre brother is stealing a car. He and undyne buckle them in. and move on.

They walk into the house that afternoon to Asgore on the phone. the high ranking official has already been informed that his adopted daughter has gone missing, as well as her whole platoon, and upon checking, Serif as well. toriel is pacing the living room with him, frantic. they’re beyond relieved and rush the two. Serif hangs the phone in asgore’s hand up during their hug, and when they pull apart, he asks to take it. Asgore, surprised, agrees. He calls grillby without pause. tells him to pick up everyone he can from the bar- which should be open and is- and head over to Alphys’ lab. dont hesitate. pick up everyone you can. bring as much food and water as you can.

he hangs up a moment later. He looks at asgore. can you get your hands on weapons? a lot of them? he knows asgore can- they’re on a military base.

Asgore doesnt hesitate. he already knows- he’s a high official. he sighs. there’s already been a potting in the country, he says, dreading. theyre mobilizing military forces... he wasnt optimistic about what this was going to mean.

a lot of people are very lucky. a lot of people make it to the store house that Serif knew is prepared in Alphys’ lab. the anxious scientist woman had been using her magic and robotics to design a safe house under the lab. a lot of people get there. a lot of people get safe. its almost completely sustainable.

it’s safe for a whole year down there, too. it was safe a whole year until serif exploded with RaGe in there. until he killed some people- by accident- he cause so much panic. the people fled through the safe doors. there was only 1 zombie in the area and it was all it took. one bite and there were two. and then 4. and then 8. people fled the doors from him when he lost it and many of them died. at least when he had zombies he had something to turn his RG to. zombies and the people screaming withing them died. very few of the people in that safe hatch who survived the year lived. most of them people who knew Serif and new what was wrong- they just stayed away and stayed quite and didnt attract attention. they didnt scream and they didnt flee the complex and they didnt fight against him.

after that, the few people who’d survived threw him out. understandably.

his family followed after him and left the vault. he begged them to stay. Grillby, Asgore, Toriel, Alphys, Undyne- papyrus, sans, frisk. children, kids. the people he loved. go back inside.

they refused.

for two years they lived nomadically. the scavenged and hunted and killed and protected one another. one day they even found theyre way back to the vault- the dors were open. there was no one left down there.

at the end of that two year mark, the Alternates came. Sayrus informed them thet they were indeed the last people alive and not zombies on the planet, not withstanding a ver few amount of people- a couple groups of canabals who were slowly eating themselves to extinction, a few people running around pilfering and raping and such. there were only a few other people left in the world that they’d deemed acceptable to save- they’d contacted Sayrus’ friend, koyol, and he’d come with His People and saved anyone who was worth it. all that was left now were them. Serif was one of them. Sayrus was offering them a place to stay with him and his blooming Haven of siblings. everyone would be welcome from their group. Monsters and Humans alike.

serif and his family took the offer.

#munwrites #serif w

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