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yunsoh · 3 years

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s3 episode 3 thoughts and oh boy!!! trio time. disaster siblings + yuki time.

- man have i missed the student council. just wow have i missed them

- tbh my first thought is just how cute kimi is at the start of this ep. also i love that she and yuki have this same problem with the seniors suddenly confessing their love/trying to ask them out before they graduate and while yuki’s sitting here like “i can only hurt their feelings :(” kimi’s straight up like “let them throw a pity party!! whatever” queen

- and of course “what makes a guy attractive is his bank account 💖” fave. and kakeru agreeing with “true facts” god the two of them. mhm.

- the way that kimi decimates nao’s entire life and career in one fell swoop. get his ass. also i find it endlessly funny that nao has a crush on minagawa of all girls because she is point blank the most obnoxious girl in the whole school. like it just seems like he wouldn’t have the patience for her at all LMAO but i guess crushes just do that to your brain sometimes

- the girls calling machi scary for knocking over a bunch of chalk while being dead fuckin silent on haru literally destroying their classroom. actually not even dead quiet the girls literally cleaned up after him. hot privilege.

- i’m endlessly curious about how this rumor about machi trying to kill her little brother even got around like. i have to assume it was something that slipped from either her parents or kakeru’s mom to other parents of kids who go to the same school/adjacent schools. because obviously it did not come from kakeru and he’s the only other person who knows yk.

- kakeru: *sulks*

- machi: *trots*

- ugh man it’s machi’s parents just continuing to put her own feelings in her mouth and never once letting her have control over her own personhood, down to displaying her thoughts or emotions. “you’ll be more comfortable alone.” also her dad saying that he assumed that machi might try to hurt her brother and treating that as the truth because she’s never had the space to become an individual to them separate from what they project onto her. how much can you hate your child actually.

- also find it interesting that kakeru has never fully questioned whether or not machi actually tried to kill her brother. when he says it to yuki, he says “what those girls said is pretty close to the truth.” and when yuki says he finds it hard to believe, kakeru says he “may be right,” since it’s just the version of the story he heard from his parents. but all things considered i don’t think he’s necessarily ever believed it to be true; he’s just never been able to see machi’s side of the story because she’s been fully closed off to confiding in him, which is mostly because she feels as though she won’t be listened to or understood anyway thanks to the treatment she’s had from her parents.

- that said. kakeru go to jail

- it’s about yuki feeling comfortable enough to engage in physical acts of friendship without so much as thinking about it. yeah :)

- i do find it interesting that kakeru remembers this moment of machi making footprints in the snow when they were younger. it’s something that would probably be easily forgettable but it stuck with him because even he found something a little off about it.

- this whole minute is just such a whirlwind. the little arrows pointing to yuki. machi trying to slam the door on them. kakeru dragging yuki in to the point that he’s tripping over his own feet. yuki calling it the sea of decay with sincerity but machi has no idea what the context is. the bra. machi about to throttle yuki. kakeru finally fucking leaving after getting hit and still being a shit. this all happens in like forty seconds.

- her best quality: her squiggles

- oh this visual of her having to walk this tightrope with her mom. interesting

- also interesting how young machi sounds in this scene where her mom is talking down on her to another person. i know she must be in her first or second year of middle school (just because kakeru was in middle school when he finally got out of the inheritance situation) but it really drives home just how young she was.

- also heartbreaking because this is a moment where machi is trying to stand up for herself and asking why her mom is saying those things about her when she’s the one who shaped her this way, and she’s just so thoroughly shut down by her that she can’t cope.

- i thought this shot was adapted well, although i think the scene itself is kind of confusing -- in the manga, it’s insinuated that she has this breakdown moment right after this conversation with her mom, and that it’s the first time she reacts this destructively (in the manga her outfit is the same between shots, and it doesn’t appear that she’s in her own apartment yet -- it’s more ambiguously just a home office). here though they change it so that it’s a more recent event -- more like she’s reacting this way because she’s remembering this conversation, rather than reacting directly after it. the outfit she wears in this scene is the same one she wears when her parents are accusing her of trying to hurt her brother, too; it’s also reasonable to read this as her having a breakdown after being left alone in her apartment for the first time. to the team’s credit her window is also broken in the season 2 ep where we see her apartment for the first time, so we can assume that they made this change deliberately.

- yuki is so genuinely kind as usual, but it’s also because he does have a thread of personal understanding of where she’s coming from. he also suffered from being held to an incredibly high standard and was similarly emotionally neglected because of this, but it’s also something he’s come to terms with and has started to heal and move on from. so he’s at a place where he’s able to give her some comfort. even just the simple act of praise for still being here, and just being herself, is something that is so desperately needed.

- kakeru listening in..... boy take ur notes

- literally yuki is like the epitome of being machi’s senior like this moment is just sooo gentle but also protective i think. like he’s really just taking the helm where kakeru has been unable to all this time. he’s her mentor in a way.

- kakeru’s goofy fucking ringtone and the animation that goes with it. love that

- the chalk-breaking scene did change the game. yuki is just completely on for her to the point that he doesn’t even stop what he’s saying to consider it. he’s just really looking out for her :’(

- rest of the ep under the cut because i know this is gonna be about minagawa lmfao

- oh this new scene is cute? love kyo actually helping out + uo and hana just fucking chilling. also uo hana and yuki only giving a fuck about tohru while kyo falls from like eight feet up.

- yuki literally only coming in for that second lmfao king

- i knew that this would be the minagawa ep and yet when yuki said he had an appointment i was like...... are you....... going to the doctor’s for some reason....... this is a weird reboot addition..............

- the beginning of this scene is weeeeeird what a weird transition to minagawa. also this feels super jarring and i knew this was coming?? like there’s no setup for this being a goodbye to minagawa she’s just suddenly sitting there getting super nostalgic

- i am grateful though that they didn’t split the time these chapters got completely 50-50. minagawa only getting like five minutes of screentime before gong away forever feels apt.

- minagawa really is just here to say “thank you yuki for being the center of my harassment campaign on the general student body here for these past two years” before bouncing. this isn’t even a point of character development she literally didn’t learn anything.

- the pacing of this feels so WEIRD like. on the one hand, glad it’s only five minutes. on the other hand why was it included at all. it really dampers the rest of the ep and just feels super distracting.

- the dramatic music....... the dramatic flashbacks......... i mean it tracks for her but i just cannot take it seriously lmaooo

- wow the way this is delivered just makes this scene with minagawa feel extra undeserved. like even more so than in the manga. that’s pretty incredible.

- am i going to sit here and make mental parallels between the fact that neither minagawa nor machi actually know yuki personally. like they’ve both been observing him from afar this whole time. like is that the parallel i’m supposed to draw this episode that both of these girls have crushes on him but he hasn’t actually divulged anything personal to either of them. idk. like i know the answer is no and that it’s more fodder for him having a romance plot and whatever but. idk!

- what is happening what is happening what is happening

- this departing song + the shots of the empty school feels so fucking weird. we’re saying goodbye to minagawa and takei. what is being imparted emotionally does not match the actual narrative we are receiving. also feels weird to put a scene with this much “goodbye” emotion in the third episode?

- did i just fast forward through this nao and minagawa scene. maybe.

- oh that’s right we also get hiro at the end of this chapter too. and kagura talking about rin. this pacing is weird

- it still baffles me that rin was able to graduate how tf did she manage that

- wow i really wish these last parts of the ep were moved to the next episode or something. they feel really out of place squashed into the end here. this rin bit definitely deserved more time to let the weight sink in.

#fruits basket #fruits basket spoilers #surprisingly felt like i didn't talk too much about this ep #probably because i've talked about all this stuff w machi to death already

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foryoumyheroes · 4 years

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Their S/O takes them to an Asian House Party

[Midoriya + Todoroki + Bakugou + Kaminari + Kirishima]

A/N: Hey here’s a niche that no one asked for.

I know that Japanese is a type of Asian but I am a wildly different type of Asian 🤣🤣, so my headcanons are based entirely off of being this other racial group.

I just want to say that most of the time older Asian relatives really step out of line with their comments and can be really hurtful. I absolutely hate that behavior and their mindset, but for the purposes of this let’s just say that they’re not being harmful at all and it’s mostly light teasing :) If they’re like that in real life :) screw them >:) Also P.S. if these sound familiar it’s because I’ve recycled a lot of ideas from my other blog where I wrote “Asian House Party” headcanons already!

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, hints at underage drinking

Midoriya Izuku:

For the longest time it has only been him and his mom, so when he enters the house and sees it packed with people his brain just goes blank because this is a family party.

These people are all related to you somehow??

He asks you how you guys are all related and you’re genuinely like, “I don’t know???” You just call everyone auntie and uncle and hope for the best.

If you start taking him to parties before he becomes a Pro, he has enough of a baby face that your older relatives and grandparents give him a red envelope without thinking too hard about it. But he gets so embarrassed and feels so bad that he ends up giving it to your mom.

At his first party he’s supperrr nervous and wants your family to like him. He’s stuttering nearly every other syllable.

Never leaves your side. Trails behind you like a puppy the entire time.

After he’s been to several parties with your family, they recognize his red Nike Air Forces in the pile of shoes outside the house enough to be like, “Hey, [Name]! Your boyfriend’s here!”

Midoriya is kinda of a pushover during the beginning of the series, and Asian families have the tendency to tease without knowing how it might sound, so he becomes an easy target until you pull him aside and tell him to argue back.

He’s like noooo I don’t want to be disrespectful :(. He says that he’s used to bullying so this is nothing which makes you kinda sad and angry. You’re like hahahaha no.

You two eventually get your family to stop and that’s when he’s finally indoctrinated into your fam.

He’s kind of the quintessential Asian boyfriend? He goes to a good school, is sweet and innocent, polite to elders, etc. When he goes to the party with you your aunties are going to your cousins and say, “Why can’t you get a boyfriend like [Name].”

Your female relatives kinda baby him because every time they see him he’s always in a new cast with another broken bone, so when there’s no more space left on the couches or the folding stools they kick your cousins off to make room for him.

When he later becomes Pro-Hero Deku, everyone’s in love with him. He becomes the talk of the party. Everyone brags about him saying that they practically saw him grow up when they only see him once or twice a year.

He also becomes the “cool uncle” that offers to take your younger relatives out for boba. But you pay. You have to pay or else your mom will yell at you for making the guest spend money.

Yes, you will polite fight your own boyfriend.

No, he will not win, but he’s determined to win one time like the shonen protag he is.

Always leaves the party with the large trays of leftovers for him and his mom.

Even when he’s like in his late twenties he’s still sitting at the kid’s table.

Todoroki Shouto:

When you first invited him to a party with your family he’s just like, “Oh. Sure.” Most of the parties he’s been to is the rich people parties that his dad took him to for publicity, so he arrives to the house in a whole suit and tie.

Your cousins and uncles are clowning him while the older women swoon. You’re in the background panicking because everyone else is in sweats or shorts while he looks like he’s going to prom??

[Your auntie says, “Oh my god, he’s making such a good first impression!”

You: Hahahaha! Yea!〔´∇｀〕

Inner You: Oh god I forgot he’s clueless ⊙▽⊙]

Brings an expensive pastry every time because Fuyumi said it was polite. From that everyone’s like, “Oh??? You’re invited to every party from now on!”

Becomes the source of your mom’s humble brag. “Oh, your son goes to Stanford and is studying medicine? My kid and their boyfriend are both Heroes-in-training and he’s the son of the Number One Hero — “

Kinda just does whatever your aunties and mom tells him to do?

He’ll sit wherever they tell him to sit, even if it’s far away from you and he’ll even take the many family photos for you guys in the end. Even though he’s shit at photography.

If they’re like, “Oh, you’re so skinny, you should eat some more!” He’ll just shrug and be like okay, and doesn’t stop them when they continue to put food on his plate even though he’s full and gets into a big food coma that knocks him out on the couch right away.

Every time he appears, your aunties will just stop and say, “Oh, he’s so handsome!”

He’s getting better at handling kids and it shows by the way he’s more willing to play with them then hang out with your cousins that are around your age. He’s in the room upstairs and is ;; just napping with them.

The kids in the party call him Zuko.

Before you brought him your aunts and uncles would be like, “Do you have a boyfriend?? Do you have a girlfriend??” and you would say, “Yeah, Todoroki Shouto.” And they would laugh in your face.

NO ONE BELIEVED THAT HE WAS YOUR BOYFRIEND UNTIL YOU BROUGHT PROOF!! HERE HE IS !! IN THE FLESH!!

I feel like he would have the most culture shock? You guys conduct yourself in such a different way than his own family and from everyone in 1-A. You guys go batshit insane.

When you wake him up and offer to walk him to the train station to take him home, he offers to walk you back to your house as well and you say, “Oh, I’m going back to the party after this.”

It’s almost midnight??

He asks you where are you going to sleep or if you’re going to sleep at all and you don’t know how to explain the concept of how you and all of your cousins and siblings are going to cram into one room upstairs and sleep on every blanket in the house on the floor while only three or four lucky relatives are able to get the bed.

Older Asians have no filter so they will straight up say to his face that he looks nothing like his dad he’ll just go, “ :’) Thank you, that means a lot to me.”

Before Endeavor’s redemption arc he’s prone to oversharing and one day he tells your mom that his dad is a piece of shit and his mom is in the hospital.

Your mom, taking her sandal and holding it like a weapon: Oh? Where’s your father?? I just want to talk. Your mom is welcome to every [Surname] party from now on!! Haha! (◕ᴗ◕✿)

His brain is doing backflips trying to figure out how you’re related to everyone.

The only guy that neatly puts his shoes off to the side at the front door.

Bakugou Katsuki:

At first you didn’t invite him to the party, he kinda just figures it out from how your relatives are all tagging you on social media and forces you to invite him.

Not because you’re ashamed of him but because they’re somewhat overbearing ;; and Bakugou has no filter.

For someone who’s so “badass” he’s super anal about the rules and punctuality.

You tell him the party is at 18:00 and by 17:45 he goes into your house and finds you still napping with your PJs on. Even though you tell him that the party isn’t really starting at six he doesn’t listen. He forces you to get dressed and takes you to the party and whatdoyouknow no one is there yet. No one is going to be here until at least two hours after the designated time.

He instead forces you to help the women in the kitchen prepare the food, aka he’s helping while you laze around in the living room.

All of the women are like, “Wow! You can cook so well! [Name] you should be more like him!!”

If this is the first time he meets your entire extended family, he’s inwardly hyping himself up to make a good first impression. If you are not Japanese, he manages to memorize several greetings in your language and the proper formalities when greeting an older relative. Then he goes in and everyone’s already drinking and screaming their throats out to karaoke.

When he walks into the party with his black tank top and saggy pants everyone’s first thought is that he’s an Asian Baby Boy. Like he probably takes social media pictures in front of cars, is going to break your heart, goes to raves, is named Kevin Nguyen.

Everyone is loud af at this party so they don’t really care that he’s screaming. They love teasing the shit out of him because his reactions are so fucking funny.

When one of your uncles offers you alcohol he immediately snatches it away from you. No, you guys are underage, have an athletic lifestyle, and he’s so protective of you asdfg

He’s been so focused on being a Hero that when your cousins play against him in video games or card games he loses horribly. He’ll just keep going, “One more round!” until he finally wins.

Your mom forces you to do a convenience store run to get something that the party is running out of and when you come back Bakugou managed to find is way into the “women” side of the room where they’re all gossiping with him and playing poker together like they’ve been friends forever.

Your mom honest-to-god acts like he’s more of her child than you are.

When you guys finally get your families to meet, his mom and your female relatives are going to be so powerful together.

Is trying his damned hardest to get through the entire party because it can go all night long and he sleeps at 8:30PM.

Kaminari Denki:

The KING of the Asian House Party.

Absolutely CRUSHES it at karaoke with your family. Even though he might not speak your language, he’s putting so much passion into it that no one cares anyway.

Sings so loud that the neighbors complain.

Your family loves him because he’s just so happy-go-lucky. The life of the party.

He goes around eating all night and continually asks you, “Hey [Name], what’s this? What’s this one?”

You can drop him off in the designated kids room and not see him for hours on end. He’s too busy playing video games with your cousins and siblings.

But he’s such a sucker. Your uncles and older cousins pull him into any gambling game and he loses so bad, even if he’s gambling things like candy or food.

Kinda gullible when your family teases him?? If you’re not Japanese they teach him an insult in your language but tell him it’s a complement or “It’s like saying, I love you more than words,” and they send him off to tell you it.

And he acts super fucking cocky like the e-boy smirk while he’s rubbing his hands together, and biting his lip and shit. While you’re just sitting on the stool with a drink in your hand like, “Okay....”

He tells you the insult and butchers the pronunciation already, but acts like you’re about to fall in his arms and you just ;; burst out laughing ;;; until you fall off your chair.

Has the party time down pat. He won’t arrive until three hours later, and that’s when you tell him an earlier time than everyone else.

Will drink anything your uncle offers up. He’s a lightweight. You end up half-carrying him half-dragging him back to his house. Nearly trips on the sea of shoes outside the front door and falls on you.

You’re just lucky that he doesn’t discharge his Quirk randomly when he’s drunk.

Doesn’t get Asian glow.

When your mom discovers you struggling outside she just tells him to sleep over and if this is his first party with you guys, you’re able to get the bed because he’s the guest 😌😌. If he’s been here several times before, yeah ;; you guys are going back to a pile of blankets on the floor.

Kirishima Eijirou:

The “big brother” figure of the party.

The kids love him and he’s willingly playing “Heroes and Villains” with them for hours.

Since he’s so broad they hang off of him like a limpet and he walks around with children draped around him.

Ngl... He walks into the party dressed like all of your other male cousins.

Basketball shorts, t-shirt, crew socks.

He’s able to find his shoes super fast at the end of the party because he’s the only person that’s willing to wear crocs.

Willing to go outside with your cousins to play basketball with them but he’s so out of practice that he fumbles so bad.

After several games he gets the hang of it and isn’t deadweight to your team anymore.

LOVES going to your family’s parties because he gets to eat whatever he wants without holding back. Eats several plates and when someone suggests going to get ice cream he’s like, /gasp/ “Ice cream???”

They were offering the little kids, but okay, a teenager can come along too.

You’re never too old for ice cream.

For some reason he’s able to get along with everyone at the party?? He just has a personality that makes him easy to talk to, and by the end of the night or the next day, he’s saying goodbye to everyone by name.

[“No, wait, [Name], I haven’t said goodbye to your cousin’s sister-in-law’s daughter yet.

You do a double-take because even you have no idea who that is.]

When he gets a little bit older and he’s finally allowed to move out of the kid’s table and eat with the older male relatives he’s so ;;; awkward.

They’re just all in the garage eating, drinking, and smoking and he’s just sitting there having no idea what to do.

Eventually he convinces you to join him in the garage because he wants your emotional support and is super shocked when you fit right in. He’ll just ;;; go back to the kid’s table.

Can’t sing to save his life.

You guys heard him do karaoke once and you never let him do it again.

If one of your relatives teases him he’s able to laugh it off and not think too much about it, but if they say something that might be hurtful to you he’s so quick to shut it down. He doesn’t care that they’re blood related to you or not.

Does not let up until they apologize.

For some reason all of the ladies are confused af when they find out that he dyed his hair?? They’re like omg is he a secret delinquent.

LOVES to hear your relatives talk about what you were like when you were a kid.

It’s embarrassing af but he just laughs it off like, “It’s okay, babe! You sound like you were super cute as a kid!”

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votederpycausemufins · 3 years

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Alright, time to work on tying up loose ends ish. i think there’s like... 2 chapters left after this? idk, I’m still writing!

@petrichormeraki @helleborusangel

While most everyone wanted Grifter dead, the fact that he was the only way to free Xannes made them keep him alive. They did manage to get the Listener to let him out, but at the same time, he let his own family out as well before disappearing with them. Fortunately as they left, the world rolled back, undoing all the damage as well as leaving Grian rather grumpy that his hard work was gone.

Shortly after that, everyone had to keep Grian and Techno apart when the avian tried attacking him for being near Grum, who to Grian’s annoyance seemed perfectly fine around the warrior. He reluctantly accepted it, only to get piled on again as he tried to make a second nest.

Xannes hacked them all out of the castle, at least those he could. Kristen and Joe followed on their own a few moments later, everyone soon at the quartz mansion. Grian was immediately after as many blankets as he could obtain, Tommy laughing, but quickly helped out.

Kristen stayed for a bit, long enough to officially say hello to Grian once he was lucid enough, but stayed longer after Grum clung to her leg and refused to let go. Eventually she relented and got pulled into Grian’s blanket nest, Grum running off to drag Techno in next.

“So… how have you two been?” Kristen asked, before correcting herself. “Besides this whole mess that got me involved.”

“It’s been pretty pog since I found Grian. We didn’t even know we were related until, what? A week ago?”

“I’m sorry. I honestly had no clue.” Kristen apologized, but Grian shrugged.

“I don’t blame you. I ended up in a world that death didn’t seem to exist in, at least not really. People who died showed up as ghosts. So even if I did remember your job, I wouldn’t have blamed you there. Then there were the Watchers, and then apparently Zed’s been dealing with things in Hermitcraft. I- are you two related?”

“Yes, we’re siblings.” Kristen replied, shocking both Grian and Tommy.

Zedaph, who was nearby, stepped closer. “Why do you look so shocked? I thought you knew, or at the very least I thought Grian knew.”

“Is that why you acted so casual when you asked me to kill myself?!” Grian balked, making Kristen whip around to look at Zed.

“You asked him to what?!”

“It was for a game! I asked a number of hermits to see who could kill themselves the fastest for a prize! Honestly, I don’t see what the problem was since he started Demise a year later.”

“That was sort of my last shot to find anyone. I thought so much death would make Mum show up.”

“Well, as far as I know, she wasn’t even showing up for Phil after you left, so not like there was much hope there.” Tommy shrugged, though he said it in a joking manner. It still made Kristen frown before Tommy elbowed her. “Hey. It’s fine. I mean, we’re meeting you now and not before we found each other again, so that’s pretty pog too.”

As the two of them chatted, Grian managed to find some paper and ink and started putting together a quick family tree before handing it to Techno to fill in the blank of Fundy’s mom. “Alright, so Wil, Techno, Tommy and I are the kids of you and Phil. Wilbur’s got Fundy with someone named Sally?” Grian quickly looked to Techno who nodded. “Sally. Mumbo and I built Grum and Jrum, meanwhile Techno and Tommy don’t have any kids.”

“Yeah I’m still looking for the ladies.” Tommy jokingly boasted, getting some chuckles from those nearby.

“And I don’t see the point in relationships.”

“Aro, got it.”

“I prefer fireworks. I don’t need arrows.”

Grian stifled some chuckles before continuing. “You’re siblings with Zed, who’s currently with Impulse and Tango, which I’m not going to go further into for my own sanity. And then you and Dad are immortal or something, so who knows about your parents.”

Kristen nodded. “Good, but you’re forgetting your uncle.”

Grian showed off the chart. “What? No, I’ve got Zed there with Impulse and Tango. If you’re going with the misconception that Worm Man is related, I’ll have you know that Poultry Man has assured me that’s not the case. Plus Zedaph has an interview with Worm Man and they are definitely in the same place.”

Kristen half nodded. “Oh, I’m sure that’s very much the case. However, I’m talking about Phil’s brother.”

“Mum, I’m glad to meet you and everything, but could you have waited like another week to drop that on us too?” Tommy asked as Grian looked like he was on the edge of a breakdown.

“So, should I not mention he has-”

“Nope! Not now! And we’ll ask dad ourselves.”

“I was just a hermit a week ago. I was technically still an orphan. I had the hermits as a family. Now some of them are really my family. Why? Why? Why is this happening?”

“Okay G, time to go to bed.” Tommy said, pulling one of the blankets out of the nest and throwing it over Grian’s head, hoping the darkness would kick in Grian’s parrot brain and get him to calm down.

It was just at the right time too, because the door opened with Phil coming into the building. “How’s everyon- Kristen?!”

From there, all of the family currently in that world - other than Zedaph - ended up in Grian’s blanket nest. They chatted a bit before Kristen eventually had to leave, though she made sure to let all of them know how to call her if there was an emergency. Zedaph finally joined to take her place, getting glared at by Grum of all people. “You doing alright there?”

“I’m upset I didn’t know you were my uh… great uncle?”

“Grunkle has a better ring to it.” Zedaph smiled, but Grum just pouted and crossed his arms before being pulled into a hug from Grian. “But yeah, I’m sorry Grian. I can’t believe I never noticed you didn’t know.”

“No, it’s fine. I had a crazy enough story with my family growing up, what’s five more.”

“Five?” Phil asked, raising an eyebrow.

Grian started counting on his fingers. “Finding out that Tommy was my brother, the whole situation Techno caused, finding our Zedaph is related to me, finding out you’ve got a brother, and then Mum mentioning there was more to that.”

Phil sighed. “Oh, she told you about that? Okay first off, we’re half brothers, so that’s normally why he’s left out of things. Plus, he’s been doing his own thing for a while. I haven’t really heard from him since his letters about Minecrack.”

Grian paused, processing that new information before grabbing one of the blankets and screaming into it, Grum patting his dad on the back.

“Is he okay?” Phil asked, making Zedaph shake his head.

“Some of the hermits used to live there, so one of them might have met your brother. Sorry, half brother.”

“Ah, good to know.”

Grian slowly put the blanket down. “Okay, obviously talking is just making things worse. How about we all shut up for like… ten minutes while we still have some peace? I’m scared if we try much else, something else will come out of the woodwork and make things worse again.”

“Ugh, normally I’d hate not talking,” Tommy piped up with an agreeing groan. “But for once, you’ve got a point.”

“For once?!”

Tommy didn’t say anything else, just mimed zipping his lips up, locking them, and throwing away the key.

Grian woke up, glad it wasn’t from a nightmare. He, Tommy and Grum were the only ones left in the nest from before, but he smiled upon seeing the empty space had been given to Tommy’s friends. Ranboo seemed to have been dragged in based on his awkward position, likely by Tubbo and Michael who seemed much more comfortable.

Looking around, it didn’t seem anyone else was in the room, voices coming from elsewhere in the building. Grian carefully moved Grum closer to Tommy, the bot happily clinging to the teen instead. He then pulled himself out of the nest, doing his best not to wake anyone in the process.

He was glad to see everyone looked calm and nothing immediately seemed concerning. The closest thing was what looked like a living diamond walking around, but the fact that no one else was concerned made it less worrying. “So, who’s the new… person I think.”

Phil looked over to where Grian was standing now. “His name’s Skeppy. When the world got repaired, the people that weren’t already revived showed up. It also fixed my wings.” And he let one of them open up so Grian could see.

“Good to know. Nothing bad’s happened yet?” Grian asked, and Phil shook his head. “That’s good. Once Grum and Tommy are away, I’m going to be taking them home. I mean, unless Tommy wants to stay, because he might want to see people again, but Grum still needs repairs. Plus I need to talk with Mumbo about something I found out.”

“Anything bad?”

Grian shook his head. “Not necessarily, just something we need to be aware of.” Then Grian was quiet for a while before speaking up again. “You know, ever since I found it again, I’ve been taking care of the castle.”

“You mean… back in-?”

“Yeah. The place I grew up in has way too many bad memories attached. Evo’s gone and my building world is lonely. Hermitcraft is the closest thing I have to a home, but being able to take a break and go back there helps.”

Phil smiled. “Well, you’ll have to show me what you’ve done with the place.”

“Yeah.” Grian smiled. “I’ll try to visit with Tommy plenty. I’m sure you want to stay here now that it looks like things are calmed down. I’m sure you’ll want to visit us, or at least someone will, so I’ll look into that.”

“Just don’t go silent for eighteen years.” Phil joked, making Grian whack him in the back of his head with a wing.

From there, the two of them chatted, catching up. Both of them avoided the more unfavorable topics, which was a bit tricky, but they managed. At least they did for a while. “Hey… I’m sorry. I know I screwed up with Tommy.”

“Can we not talk about that?” Grian said, ruffling his feathers. “Enough has happened. I don’t want to talk about serious stuff right now.”

“Well who knows when we’ll get another chance.”

Grian sighed. “Fine, but I’m making it quick. Since you’re not going to be around, I’m just trusting you’ll maybe do better. I can check in any time I want, so just know if you screw up, there’s a good chance I’ll see it. There’s a good chance I’ll break down your door if I heard more stories from Tommy, but for like the next week or so, you’re safe. Is that good enough?”

Phil hesitated for a moment before responding. “Alright, sure.”

As soon as he responded, Grian went back to the other room, glad to see Tommy was awake. When Grian replayed the options to Tommy, the teen thought it over before deciding he would stay behind for a little bit at the very least. He didn’t want to disappear while Ranboo and Tubbo were both asleep. Grian made sure Tommy still had NPG’s old comm so that he could call for Grian to pick him up again.

Grian carefully picked Grum up, the bot clinging to his chest, then he opened a portal to take them home.

Grian was glad that the repairs ended up being mostly his job to fix. The redstone seemed unharmed, save for right near the trident wound and Grum’s buttons. Technically the buttons themselves were mainly aesthetic anyway, but some redstone was close by so they needed to be careful.

Once everything was fixed, they plugged Grum in to be safe and then Grian started explaining what he had learned. Mumbo was surprised and excused himself briefly to try contacting people for information. For the most part, he was able to get help, but in terms of whatever glitch the bots had, the information was too vague for anyone to get a good guess.

Grian got Xisuma to take a look, but unfortunately the admin couldn’t figure anything out. Neither could Xannes, but that was affected by NPG wanting to go home soon and check in his aerbunny.

With no other options, Grian was ready to use his Watcher magic, but he was quickly interrupted. Suddenly Grifter was there and threw himself into Grian’s arms, leaving the Watcher struggling to hold his double up before just dropping him. “What are you doing here?”

“Hiding?” Grifter answered innocently. “I kinda messed up, though Dad did too.”

“What did you do?” Grian growled as Grifter stood up and dusted himself off.

“Okay, so dad wanted me killing Nightmare. That’s cool, I did that. He just kinda let it slip his mind that he didn’t tell Punch. So now until Dad talks him down, I’m hiding here! Also watching for spies. Who knows where they could be hiding.”

Grian half groaned, half sighed. “How do I know you’re not going to destroy the place?”

“Uh, because that would make it obvious I’m here, duh. Look, just tell me what you want and I’ll do it. I mean, if it’s something other than leaving. I’m sticking here because if I get seen here, he’ll assume it’s just you. Wait, I’m going to need to get out of my new look. That’s no fun, I really like th-”

“Okay shut up for like five seconds. I don’t have the patience for this today. You said there was something of a glitch with my kids. Tell me what it is or fix it or something and you can stay for a bit. If you cause any trouble, you’re out though.”

“Oh yes of course!” Grifter responded, hugging Grian. “Okay, so the problem is kinda pretty simple. They aren't completely connected to this world so other data is being used to check where they’re from. If everything’s just within this world, it’s fine, but it fucks up their respawn if it’s not.”

“That’s… that’s it?”

“Yup! Just tell your admin and I’m sure he can- OH FUCK! Gimmie your bowwwww!” Grian suddenly started doing his best to climb Grian, having little luck with them being the same height. Grian did his best to keep his balance before seeing what exactly was freaking his hels copy. Nearby, a chicken had walked into view, and apparently that was the problem.

Grian gave a deadpan look before killing the chicken, which immediately calmed Grifter down. “You were scared… of a chicken?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I said he could be sending spies!”

“And… those are chickens?”

“Yes! Of course!” Grifter exclaimed like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Grian wanted to sigh in exasperation, but then he realized that this was good news. If for some reason Grifter acted up, well, a certain hero could help save the day.

“Alright, maybe this might not be the safest place for you here, but you can stay.”

“Why? Why isn’t it safe? Are there lots of spies?”

“Oh, we have the worst one yet. His name is Poultry Man. Have you ever heard of him.”

“I have! I thought Xannes was lying! He’s really real?!” Grifter asked, trembling, making Grian have to hold in laughter.

“Well, he hasn’t been around for a while, but who knows? If - you said Punch? - if he’s looking for you, Poultry Man might show up.”

“Oh no! Do you have anything to stop him?”

Grian couldn’t help the sly smile that got onto his face. “Well…”

Grum watched as Mumbo looked through a bunch of books. He had gotten fixed up, but his daddy said there was still something they needed to figure out, so Dad was out doing that. But he had left a while ago and sitting in one place for a long time was getting boring. “Daddy, how much longer do I have to wait here?”

Mumbo jumped slightly before looking up from his book, which just made Grum frown. Obviously he had been forgotten about. “Um, well, I suppose that depends on what your dad does.”

“But I’ve just been sitting here for ages.” Grum crossed his arms.

“I know, but apparently there’s a bug in your system and until we can identify it, we want to keep you safe. You’ve already been through a lot, I’m sure you don’t want anything more happening.”

“But Daddy I-”

“Grum, this isn’t up for discussion.” Mumbo cut the bot off, who flinched back at the harsh tone. “I know. I don’t like it either. But sometimes the harder options are the better ones.”

Grum was quiet again, just thinking. Mumbo started to look at his book again, but then the bot spoke up once more. “Is it about Console? Or my chat in general?”

“What?” Mumbo looked back up, confused.

“Well, Jrum’s not here, so it has to be something that’s just me, correct? That would likely involve when the admin was using me as a console or the fact that I have gained a chat like Techno, Phil and, based on conversation, Dad.”

“Oh, you mean MFDD? At least I’m still pretty sure that’s what we said it was. I’d have to go digging for my old books again. And Grian might have them at this point.”

“What’s MFDD?” Grum asked, tilting his head.

“It’s the abbreviation for the condition we’re pretty sure Grian has. But it’s a condition that last I checked, was still in a sort of odd state, and I’ve been in Hermitcraft since school, so I’m not updated on it.” Mumbo glanced over to Grum, who just looked confused. “Right. Well, the simple version is that’s what the real name of your Dad’s ‘chat’ is. MFDD. But based on what he told me, that’s not what you have.”

“Oh. Wait, I don’t?” Grum asked, sounding worried and slightly panicked.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine. It’s nothing bad. I’m sure we’ll need to get it properly diagnosed, but the fact that you seem to have what’s like… multiple people in your mind and they can sometimes be in control, along with the fact that it happened after… stressful events. That all likely means it’s DID. Which essentially means you have multiple personalities.”

“And is that good or bad?”

Mumbo rubbed his mustache. “Well, I don’t think it’s necessarily good or bad in and of itself. I wish I knew more about this… In short, it’s at the very least not bad. Or at least not bad if you don’t let it be bad.”

“I still don’t understand.” Grum frowned, leaving Mumbo to try and figure out some other way to explain.

“Hmm… It’s. Uh… Well let’s see. Well it… no that wouldn’t make sense. It’s… Oh! So, when you’re building, say you make a house. And the house has a bunch of rooms. It’s all one house, but there are different rooms and um… well each one has its own person.” Grum nodded along, mostly understanding. “And well, you own the house even though others live there. Because you own the house, you’re in charge.”

“But sometimes I’m not. Like Console and Eyes decide to be in charge or I let them.”

“Well, sometimes something… happens. Like maybe you’re busy… cooking? And so if you’re doing that, someone else gets to be in charge. Or maybe you just want to… sit on the couch?”

Grum’s digital mustache twitched in thought before he nodded. “Okay, I think that makes sense.”

Mumbo nodded, turning back to his books before sighing, glad that what he made up on the spot worked.

“Mumbooooo! I’m back! I figured out what’s wrong! We need to take the boys to Xisuma!” Mumbo jumped from Grian arriving, then was confused to see two of him.

“Why is Grifter here?”

“Long story, it’s fine for now, we need Xisuma. Let’s go go go!”

Mumbo just stared for a moment before sighing and shrugging before going to get Jrum. It didn’t seem like anything bad was happening, so there was a fifty fifty shot it really was fine. Maybe less since there were two Grian’s involved, but it was something Mumbo came to expect with Grian in general.

#hermit!tommy au #hermit!tommy #hc x dsmp #grian #watcher!grian #grian xelqua #avian!Grian #tommyinnit #xisuma #xisumavoid #evil xisuma #mumza #mumza as death #zedaph #philza #technoblade #grumbot #hels!grian #mumbo jumbo

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nostalgia pt 3

“Auntie Amelia!” Zola smiled as she walked into her aunts room holding a box that Amelia had never seen before. “Look what I found.” She plopped the box onto the bed and crawled to the space next to her aunt.

“What’s this?” The neurosurgeon asked curiously as she adjusted her shirt allowing her son to eat.

“I think they’re some of my moms things.” The girl answered pulling out a multi slot dvd holder. “Could these be my mom and dads dvds?”

“I think they are.” Amelia smiled as she flipped and looked at the dates that were written on the discs. “How about we have dinner and then we can watch this. How does that sound?”

“Can’t we watch them now?” Zola begged.

“I want to make sure you eat first. I pinky promise once we’re done with dinner we can watch as many as you want.” Amelia held out her pinky and waited for her niece to interlock with hers.

“Deal.” Zola smiled jumping off the bed; running out of the room quickly to assist her uncle with the cooking so they could get to watching the dvds faster. Amelia chuckled to herself at her nieces enthusiasm, she couldn’t remember the last time she had seen Zola so excited. She skillfully wrapped her son across her chest and made her way downstairs; to assure the kitchen didn’t turn into a complete mess. Once she entered the kitchen she was surprised to find organized chaos orchestrated by her boyfriend; usually when he was put in charge of dinner the kitchen was a war zone.

“What are we making?” The neurosurgeon smiled as she took in the scene around her. Zola was trying to speed Link along, Ellis was distracting herself with her IPad, and Bailey was following Link around the kitchen like a dog.

“Spaghetti and meatballs!” Ellis cheered looking up from her IPad, long enough for her aunt to take it and put it on the charger, resulting in a pout from her youngest niece. All the kids knew the rule about their IPads. No using them during the school day, in the kitchen with the family, or before doing to bed. “Hey!”

“You know the rules sweetheart.” Lately she felt bad for being so strict on the children especially during such a stressful time, and it didn’t help that it wasn’t what she normally did with them, she was the fun aunt. Hence the pandemic, her and Link were responsible for the kids making sure they put into place all of Merediths rules to make sure everything was as normal as possible for the kids and on top of that navigating their own journey of new parenthood.

“Can you go aaaaaaany slower?” Zola whined as leaning against the counter.

“What’s the rush?” Link laughed at the eldest girls impatience. “There’s no where for us to go, we’re stuck here.”

“I found my moms and dads home videos, I can’t wait to watch them!” Zola exclaimed; the happiness radiating across the room.

“Then, I guess we’ll have to hurry up.” Link agreed, with his signature smile.

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“That’s aunt Lexie.” Zola pointed out to siblings who never got the opportunity to meet her. She didn’t remember much about the woman, but she’d heard stories and seen pictures of them together. “Oh! And that’s Cristina!”

“I remember her.” Bailey smiled, on the screen it showed their mother, Cristina, and Lexie in the residents lounge laughing with one another. It was suspected that Derek was filming the moment between the friends. It then panned to Meredith holding up her eldest daughters hands as she was attempting to walk. “Zola, look! You were so little!” Bailey stated, shock tainting his voice, in his mind Zola was always his big sister he couldn’t fathom the fact she used to be little. After Zola’s failed attempt at walking panned off the screen, it then showed a smiley Derek showing the foundation of their Dream House. The former neurosurgeon explained what each room was going to be with such enthusiasm, and he showed the view from the side in the mountain overlooking the city.

“Where’s that?” Ellis asked, pointing to the screen.

“That was the house your dad built.” Amelia silently reminisced on the phone calls she had with her brother, where he raved excitedly about the house he was building for his family. He had been dreaming about it since he moved to Seattle, and then he was able to build it with the person he was supposed to spend a lifetime with.

“He built a house? All by himself?” Ellis asked impressed, it was a piece of information she never knew. “Why don’t we live there?”

“We live in grandmas house now.” Zola answered. She had vague memories in the house, she had one in particular she would replay, her and her parents were sat near the living room having a tea party with cat ears. Sometimes she wished they still lived there, but she remembered her mother telling her it was better to be here. “It’s easier.”

“There’s Mark again.” Bailey pointed out, as the man stepped into view carrying what seemed to be Sofia, bundled up in warm clothes because of the cold air in the mountains. “He’s in a lot of these.”

“Yeah, he was your dads very best friend.” Throughout everything that happened between the two, they always found their way back to one another. She specifically remembered a conversation she had with Mark when her brother had left for Seattle, Mark knew what he did was unforgivable and had given up hope on getting his best friend back, that was until Amelia kicked his ass to Seattle and informed him that his tennis partner had figured out about the affair he was having with his wife and had purchased himself a gun. The next time she looked up at the tv the screen was black indicating that it was over.

“Do you have a best friend Auntie Amelia?” Ellis asked her aunt directing her attention off of the now blank tv screen.

“I’ve gotta say Link.” She locked eyes with him and smiled lovingly.

“Nope, that doesn’t count.”

“Why doesn’t that count?”

“He’s your boyfriend, that’s a different kind of friend. Who’s your best friend? Mines Bailey.” She high fives her brother, while Zola rolled her eyes.

“The probably my friend Charlotte.”

“Is that the one who lives in LA?” Zola asked.

“Yep that’s the one, I haven’t seen her in awhile, we still talk though.”

“Is she a surgeon?” Bailey asked, almost all the adults he was associated with were surgeons.

“No but she is a doctor.”

“What type?” Zola asked, her mother had told her about the different specialties and the personalities associated with them.

“S-she, she’s a doctor. Actually one of her jobs is kind of what Dr Bailey does, run the staff and make sure everyone’s doing the right thing.”

“Can we watch another?” Bailey asked changing the subject.

“It’s getting pretty late, and Miss Zola has a test tomorrow.” Link informed, causing a round of boos to flood the room. “We’ll watch more tomorrow after dinner. But now we’ve gotta get ready for bed, and I think I promised Bailey and Ellis an extra story tonight so we’ve gotta get going.” After this the kids reluctantly trudged up the stairs to get prepared for the night.

“Have I ever told you how hot you are when your being all parent-y?” Amelia smirked as she walked over to where he was sitting and situated herself on his lap.

“I didn’t know parent-y was a word.”

“Is now.” The neurosurgeon announced before kissing him passionately, only to be pushed away.

“Wait, what speciality does this Charlotte do that you couldn’t tell the kids?” Link raised his eyebrow curious to hear the answer.

“She’s a sexologist.”

“Really?”

“Mmh Hmm.”

“Wow, that’s kinda hot.”

“Hotter than me?” His girlfriend batted her eyelashes in the way that always drove him crazy.

“Nothing could be hotter than you Amelia Shepherd.” Link affirmed before he quickly kissed his girlfriend, he allowed for them to fall into a rhythm before pushing her off of his lap.

“Hey!”

“Hey? You were the one who started it, I’ve got stories to read to children.” Link smiled once he saw the angered look on his girlfriends face, it was his divine payback for the other night when she paused because a tv show she’d become obsessed with during what time was about to come on.

#baby amelink #atticus lincoln #amelink #amelia shepherd #greysanatomy #Zola shepherd #bailey shepherd #Ellis shepherd #greys fanfic #greys anatomy fanfic #Lexie grey #Derek shepherd #mark sloan

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five-the-assassin · 5 years

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Unplanned mafia au

So because of writers block everything official i’ve tried writing is shit so here i am in notes just going for a stream of consciousness style fic bc lets be real nothing else is fucking working

so here’s an au. no powers, reggie’s not an alien, grace is human, pogo doesn’t exist bc i forgot about him and by the time i remembered it was too late

- reginald is essentially the same. abusive asshole. i still see him as an eccentric billionaire, so that lends the question how did he get so rich? he’s not an alien or whatever the fuck he is in the show, so where did the money come from? more on that later.

- so you have this weird ass kinda shady billionaire who decides out of the blue to adopt six children. reasons unclear, but hey it happens. the tabloids go wild.

- after a series of failed nannies he marries grace, a beautiful young women in her very early twenties. the tabloids go wild yet again, but they can’t find any details on the marriage or grace.

- it’s as if Grace didn’t exist before her marriage.

- eventually they just accept it and move on.

- and the kids grow up. reginald is still an abusive dick, and these kids have a pretty miserable childhood. grace is their one saving (excuse the pun) grace.

-and one by one, they leave.

-allison is the first, getting a small part in a movie filming in la when she’s sixteen. she emancipated herself (reginald doesn’t even look at the papers, just signs the dotted line), and she’s gone.

-a few months later, so is vanya. full scholarship to study performance violin at a local college. she doesn’t tell anyone she’s leaving, and it takes days for anyone to notice she was gone.

-there’s a brief interlude. a few months go by.

-then ben leaves. he was accepted to a local community college with plans to go to medical school once he saves up the money.

- a few days later, klaus follows.

-diego storms out a few weeks after he turns seventeen. no plans, no savings, he ends up in a gym and the owner takes pity on him and lets him stay in the boiler room. he stays there for a little while, then enrolls in the police academy where he meets a fiery seventeen year old named eudora patch, and for the first time diego has met his match.

- luther stays, and then when he turns eighteen his father unceremoniously kicks him out. he flounders, then joins the army.

-in the last three months of luther’s stay there was something he failed to notice. but to be fair to him, grace always has worn loose dresses.

-reginald only notices around the five month mark, and therein lies the problem. he and grace has never harbored any delusions of love, or even fondness. grace loved her children, and for her children she stayed. but once most her children left, there was a hole in her heart.

-so one night she left, and she tried to find something to fill that hole.

-and six weeks later, in one of the many empty rooms in the hargreeves mansion, she finds that, while it’s not what she expected, the hole will be filled a little.

-grace’s baby is born in a hospital on may fifth.

-she is alone in the delivery room, save the doctors.

-she doesn’t know quite yet what she wants to name the child, so she brings home a blank birth certificate and a baby the doctors have been calling little baby grace.

-reginald barely blinks when she brings the baby home.

-(“What is it called?” He asks, not looking up from his journal. He is sitting in his desk chair, portrait of himself looming over the room.

“He doesn’t have a name yet.” Grace replies softly, trying not to wake the baby in her arms. The doctors had said he was one of the most alert babies they had ever seen, and he seemed to scoff at the idea that babies needed sleep.

Grace loved him with all her heart.

“When was it born?” Reginald demanded, sharply closing his journal and finally looking up at his wife and her baby.

“May fifth at-“ Grace started to answer, but Reginald cut her off.

“It will be called Five.”

And that was the end of that.)

-Grace considers calling her children, telling them they had a new brother But they had fought so hard to make lives for themselves, and never once had they looked back. Grace ignores the heartbreak, because she understands. She considered leaving, so many times, but her children had kept her here. So she stayed, but she will not drag her children back here when they finally escaped.

- She knows what it’s like to run and never look back. She knows how much it would hurt to be dragged back.

-And so Five grows up with pictures and stories of his older siblings, but no visits.

-It’s evident from the beginning that he is not an ordinary child. He’s speaking by six months, carrying full conversations by twelve. Grace encourages this with all she has, this house had been silent for too long.

-Grace had planned on sending Five to school. With her other six children Reginald had demanded they be privately tutored, but Reginald seemed to ignore Five’s existence altogether. Grace has taken this as permission to raise Five as she saw fit, and she wanted Five’s childhood to be nothing like his siblings.

-(and maybe if she gave Five a childhood completely different than his siblings then he wouldn’t run one day and never look back.)

-Five’s first day of preschool was... interesting.

(“Five, how was school? Did you make new friends?” Grace asked as she walked him to the car. Five was still a tiny little thing, she nearly had to stoop to hold his hand.

“It was boring. All we did was sing the ABCs.” Five muttered, kicking a rock along the pavement. “I tried to tell the Ms. Henry that I knew my times tables but she just told me that we’re not supposed to do times tables yet.”

Grace sighed, then fixed on a smile. “Well, were the other children nice?”

“They were boring. They just wanted to play pretend. They didn’t like me.” Five admitted the last part softly, and Grace’s heart clenched painfully.)

-So Five had been moved up to first grade. Within a week he had been moved to third. After the third grade teacher recommended he be moved to fifth Grace finally caved and decided to tutor him privately.

-She still tried to encourage him to spend time with kids his own age. Five seemed to enjoy the martial arts class Grace signed him up for, and there was a mother/child art class that Five liked. But despite her encouragement, Five never seemed to want to play with kids his own age. He was perfectly content to be on his own, reading and learning more and more.

- (One day when he is five, Five asks if they can talk. Grace agrees immediately, and follows as Five sits down on his bed and Grace sits across from him.

“Why do you stay here?” He asks, his five year old face as serious as Grace had ever seen it.

“What do you mean? This is our home.” Grace replies, trying to put her hand over Five’s. He snatches it away, and looks Grace dead in the eye.

“No, it’s not. It’s his.”

Grace doesn’t ask who he means.)

- She has her reasons for staying. She had her reasons for marrying Reginald. But those reasons begin to get more and more insignificant every time she finds Five curled up in nearly unreachable corners of the house, pale face buried in a book.

- And so when Five turns seven, she hands Reginald divorce papers, quietly sues him for four and a half million dollars, and moves herself and Five to a small apartment in the middle of the city, near the local university.

- Five flourishes. When they still lived at the mansion he was withdrawn and kept to himself, it took forever to Grace to coax him out of his shell every afternoon.

- (Privately she was terrified that something had happened that she didn’t know about. Reginald had never seemed to notice Five nor want to be around him, but there were times when Grace came home from the store and Five would be hiding in his room, head buried in a book, tear stains on his face.)

- One day at the library, when he’s eight, he meets a girl named Dolores. Her wheelchair is turquoise and decorated with sequins, and Five is drawn to her immediately. Grace gives the two their space, and by the time she comes back Five already knows the alphabet in sign language, and his entire stack of books he brings to check out are sign language instructionals.

-When Five turned ten, he graduated college with a degree in theoretical physics. By the time he was twelve he had his masters, and then he immediately began his PhD.

-Grace was at every one of his graduations, videotaping them with a proud smile and a tears in her eyes.

-(Privately, she wonders what Ben and Vanya’s graduations had been like, how handsome they must have looked in their gowns and hats. She wonders if Vanya smiled that bright smile reserved only for her violin, if Ben’s shoulders finally unclenched as he walked across the stage.)

- Dolores becomes a permanent fixture in their lives. She’s cyber schooled because of her various doctor’s visits and appointments, so whenever Five isn’t absolutely required to be in school he is by her side. Grace gives the two their space, and she and Dolores’ dads become fast friends. When hospital bills start to become too much she quietly steps in and offers to help out; she has more money than she knows what to do with.

- One day, at the hospital, she runs into Ben. She nearly doesn’t recognize her baby, he got so tall since last saw him.

- But Ben recognizes her immediately.

- (He had dropped his folders and run over to her, crushing her in a hug before she knew what was happening. He quickly pulled back, examining Grace worriedly.

“Mom! Are you ok? Is everyone fine? What are you doing here?” He asks, and Grace smiles, barely able to contain her joy at being reunited with one of her children.

“Everyone’s fine, I’m here with Five to visit his friend.” She soothes, and Ben’s eyebrows furrow.

“Five?” He asks, and Grace’s smile is tinted with sadness and she suggests they get coffee and talk.)

- She tells Ben that she divorced Reginald four years ago, and of the existence of Five.

-Ben meets Five a few days later.

-(He would have brought Klaus, but Ben had just checked him into rehab again. Grace’s heart hurt, but she knew that rehab would help Klaus more than she could right now.)

- Five is understandably wary, but Ben has a way of worming past people’s defenses and before dinner they’re chatting like they’ve known each other their whole lives.

- Then, one day when Five is thirteen, Grace’s sister calls and tells her that Sir Reginald Hargreeves is dead three days before the news announces it.

- She hadn’t spoken to Claudia since the day before she was married.

- Except Claudia apparently only answers to ‘The Handler’ now.

#The Umbrella Academy #Umbrella Academy #Grace Hargreeves #Reginald Hargreeves #au #ramblings #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #ben hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #maybe ill expand on this later #i didn't plan on it turning into a mafia au but im fully prepared to roll with it #grace hargreeves is gonna fuck shit up to protect her kids #yeah there's gonna be a part 2 #so i gotta name this #runaway au

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the-what-but-not-the-when · 5 years

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Anniversaries

I’m a day late and a dollar short but here’s my post for Ares’ Appreciation Day!!

Lizzie could hear Gregor's quiet sobs from outside the bathroom door. She didn't want to picture him curled up in the tub, using the running water to drown out the sound of him crying. Lizzie walked back to the kitchen and shook her head at her mom's inquisitive look. She pursed her lips but kept her face passive as she began calling all three of them in sick to school.

“What are we gonna do?” Boots asked, climbing onto the counter, “the tattoos?!”

“Gregor gets to pick Boots, just like every year.” Lizzie replied.

“Everyone called off?” Their dad asked as he wrapped an arm around their mom. She leaned into him and he kissed her temple.

“Yea, they're all good. Hannah's got my shift today, we're all good.”

Everyone perked up when they heard the shower shut off. They watched the hallway silently until they heard Gregor close the door to his room.

Lizzie couldn't stop the tears from falling. Boots hopped off the counter to hug her as she wiped away the tears angrily. They couldn't fall apart yet.

Gregor's door opened and they all turned to watch him walk into the kitchen, his eyes red. He didn't bother to hide the tears that fell. They had all seen him do it, hide his feelings behind a steel gaze. It was too hard to do today.

He walked straight to Lizzie and Boots who were still in each others arms. They were the easiest to take comfort from. Boots remembered almost nothing but knew she had been almost everywhere Gregor had. Holding her was always the best for Gregor. He had at least kept one person safe.

“It's beautiful outside.” Their mom said, her voice cracking, “we won't need jackets.”

The siblings broke apart and wiped their faces, cracking small smiles as they compared puffy faces.

They walked out of their Virginia home and into the sunlight together. The family walked through the grass so close together they kept bumping into each other, but no one wanted to put space between them.

It was a short walk to the field. Knee height grass surrounded them but a small dirt path led them to the memorial. Boots wandered off the path to pick a few of the scant wildflowers that grew there.

The field was large, nothing but a wide open sky above them. They stood hand in hand in front of the small stone. It said simply, “Ares. My Light.” in slightly messy script. Gregor had carved it himself.

The family stood in silence for a long moment. Gregor hand in hand with Lizzie and Boots. His parents each with a hand on his shoulder. They all relived the war.

His parents left first, both crying more for their children's pain then anything they went through in the Underland. They walked back to the edge of the field and sat on a bench they had placed beneath a tree. They leaned into each other and cried as their children's sobs echoed through the trees.

Gregor fell to his knees when he could no longer hear his parent's footsteps. He hated breaking down in front of them. Their pity only made him feel worse. But here, with his sisters by his side, he let go. Sure his parent's could hear him, but it didn't matter. Not today.

Lizzie and Boots sat beside him, wishing there was something they could do, knowing they needed to just let him cry. Boots placed the handful of flowers at the base of the rock and Lizzie pulled out a lighter to light the candles on either side. She made a mental note to buy more, they were almost gone.

When Gregor's sobs quieted and they all sat there sniffling, Lizzie handed out tissues. Gregor took a steadying breath and began talking. Stories of him and Ares flowed from his mouth as they did every year, though there was always something new, small details he remembered or events that had become funny with time. He talked of Ares' heroism, his strength, his loyalty. How he hadn't met anyone else in the Underland he could ever trust as much.

Beneath the tree their parents' eyes dried as Gregor's sobs turned to stories and soon their children's laughter traveled across the field. They watch the wind travel over the grass and shared a sigh of relief.

Lizzie and Boots walked back up the dirt path toward their parents, leaving Gregor alone. He was alone as he had been in the cave. Gregor look up at the sky. It really was a beautiful day. Ares would have had so much fun flying with so much room and racing through the trees.

He apologized, on his knees with a hand on the stone and the other over his heart. He wanted so badly to go back to that cave, to find Ares' body and to bury it here, under the sky.

He stood up eventually and walked slowly through the grass.

“Breakfast, anyone?” he asked when he could see his family. They all shared small smiles as they headed back toward their house. Gregor started some small talk to let everyone know it was okay and soon their tears were dry and they walked tall.

To his parents' dismay and Boots' excitement, Gregor chose for them to all get tattoos after breakfast. He didn't really have a concrete idea of what he wanted, and ended up sitting down with an artist while the rest of his family's art was underway.

He explained that he wanted a tribute to his friend and made up some things to cover the parts she wouldn't understand. He said his friend had died, but that he had really liked bats. He had Lizzie write out the bond vow in code to add in as well. He didn't really want everyone to be able to read it.

In the end, the artist came up with the whole thing, and surprisingly quickly. A chest piece. A black bat with a skeleton in black light ink, something Gregor didn't even know existed. A banner floating above and below with the code on it. He loved it. He made a couple changes to her initial sketch just to make the bat look more like Ares.

His family's tattoos had been drawn by the time his was decided, and he watched them get their stencils placed and get started. His parent's were both getting candles over scars they had gotten in the Underland. Lizzie was getting a simple outline of a rat with an X shaped scar on his face. Boots got a small cockroach on either side of an ankle, one would have a single, bent antennae.

“Alright! Let's see if this size works for you.” Gregor's artist showed him her drawing with a flourish and his mouth dropped. It was amazing. She cut around the drawing and asked for him to take off his shirt. He hesitated for only a moment. He wanted this.

“Oh! Those are some scars!” she said.

“Does that matter?” He asked, suddenly worried. He really didn't know.

“Only sometimes,” she said, immediately moving closer and reaching out with her hand. He flinched when she touched his chest. She pulled her hand back, “Okay?”

“Yea! Sorry,” he replied nervously.

She let out a low whistle, “Some of these are pretty wicked, I doubt they'll hold ink.”

“Could we, um, work them into it? Or just, I don't know, kind of, leave them blank? They're kinda, um, part of the whole thing.”

“Yea, sure! Let me take a picture of them and I'll see what I can do, alright?”

She took a picture with her phone and Gregor called out to her as she headed back to her desk, “Hey, uh, thanks, for not, for uh,”

“Of course, man. Everyone has their demons. I'm glad I get to help.”

His tattoo ended up being the exact one she had drawn, but she cut it into sections and added extra shading to work in his scars. The imagery was enough to make him cry. His artist pretended not to notice.

Lizzie was done first and was the first to see Gregor's. He was afraid to show everyone, but while he was on the table, he didn't have much a choice. Lizzie was so shocked she forgot where she was, “Oh my gosh! It's perfect! The same claw that-” she cover her mouth with a squeak. The artist only smiled.

It took three sessions in total, his skin was not taking well to the added trauma of the tattoo gun. He never looked until the day after, because the blood on his chest was too much. He hated how expensive this must be, but he loved waking up every morning and seeing Ares, right there over his heart.

His last session his artist who he could finally remember the name of, Ashley, sent him to the private room instead of her normal area.

“Alrighty, mister.” She said as she put on her gloves. “I like you and your family a lot, and I told them not to tell you I was doing this tattoo for free because I wanted to coerce you into telling me the story.”

Gregor was so surprised he sat up. “But, I, there's not.”

“Lay back down, man, and start talking.”

Gregor stared evenly at her, his heart pounding.

“See? That's not your normal teenager in there and these are no normal scars. Lay down and speak up.”

He stared for another moment before he lied back down.

“I've never,”

“I know.” she said, “Start with the words you don't want anyone to read.”

Gregor took a deep breath, what was the harm, really? If she told anyone they wouldn't believe her. And this was a very expensive tattoo. And it would be nice to not talk to just his family.

The tattoo was so he always had a physical reminder of Ares, something more positive than a scar. He had already healed so much, he was ready for more. The past five years had been slow going, he wanted to be happy faster. Maybe telling the story to a stranger would be the relief he wanted. The weight off his shoulders.

“The bat's name was Ares.” His voice almost broke but Gregor stayed strong. “The text says, 'Ares the flier I bond to you, our life and death are one we two, in dark in flame in war in strife, I save you as I save my life.” He took another deep breath as she put the needles to his skin, “But I couldn't. I didn't.”

#Ares #AresAppreciationDay #TUC #theunderlandchronicles #This was where i planned on ending it #but it feels so empty when i read it #should i write more?#not sure #this doesn't have much ares in it #but all the appreciation

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poison-shark · 5 years

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Noa’s Siblings

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Mateu Eduardo Ramires

Is 7 years older than Noa

Is Atlantean/ Portuguese/ Amazonian/ Japanese

Only exhibits the human and Atlantean sides

25 in season 3

ADHD

Has a deep resentment for his parents for being addicts, alcoholics, sub par parents, and also dying

Deeply respects Noa and treats her like an equal, despite the age gap, but still sees Aya as a newborn

Is very overprotective of both of them

Got mad at Aya for going to study on Themyscira and Noa for allowing it

Thinks Obachan is just a crazy old lady

His personality is a lot like their mom’s, but his morals are closer to their dad’s

Basically looks like he could kill you, but is actually a cinnamon roll

Looks a lot like their dad, but has their mom’s eyes

They’re a deep brown almost black

Noa is jealous of them, she hates her hazel eyes because they remind her of Ren

His hair is always a tangled mess

Is studying magic in Atlantis

Cried when he met Aquaman

Managed a way to get surface tv channels underwater and never misses a Coast City Clippers game or one of Noa’s concerts

Is frustratingly straight and sometimes forgets his sisters are not

“So meet any cute boys at school? If so, who is he? Where does he live? Who are his parents? What’s his number? I just wanna talk!”

“Noooooooo?”- Noa

*blank lesbian stare*- Aya

Is still super supportive and apologizes everytime

Even though she’s younger than him, Noa raised him

He didn’t realize at the time what was happening and how it was affecting her

Called Noa for every little thing his first year in Atlantis

But when he realized his little sister had taken care of him for the past 5 years of his life, including 1 year of adulthood, and he didn’t know how to do anything

He regrets putting her through so much pressure

Was not the person who realized this

That was brought about in a conversation with Queen Mera and Aqualad that turned awkward

Has not stopped apologizing since

It’s been 5 years

Still has not stopped

Reminds her he’s sorry once a FaceTime

Bonds with his sisters through surfing and basketball

Hates all lanterns of the emotional spectrum, but green

Especially red and blue

Has gotten really good at magic

Has always been good at magic, but like Atlantean party tricks his dad taught him

They used to cheer the girls up

Their dad had only begun teaching him serious magic a year before he died

When he got to Atlantis he realized just how far behind he was

Got specialized training from Queen Mera

Faced Atlantean “Purist” discrimination for his skin and fins

Caught up on five years worth of magic in a year

Is now training to be an Atlantean Ambassador under Garth

Is a social activist in Atlantis

No longer cries when he sees King Orin

Actually babysits the little prince every once in a while

Is protective of Queen Mera a views her as a second mother

Would never tell her that

She already knows and has already mentally accepted him as her other son

Is trained in combat

Not only by Mera, but also their parents

They were paranoid and knew their kids would be in danger, so they all knew some form of self defense, except for Aya

Dislikes superheroes in general except for Aquaman, Tempest, Wonder Woman, and the Green Lantern Corps

Loyal to his country, his heritage, and views green lanterns as space cops

Ren Elpídio Ramires

Dead

Died at age 7

Was best friends with Noa

Even though he and Noa can’t be identical twins they looked almost the exact same

But y’know with scales

Looks takes after all sides of his heritage

Shy boi

Also anxious

Like all the time

Despite the super strength and speed he was always super gentle and liked to take his time and enjoy life

Dyslexic

Always had trouble reading and writing, but loved stories

Noa used to read him to sleep from the top bunk

He was a really good storyteller and had just as much imagination as his sister

They would come up with grand adventures and Noa would write them down while he drew the pictures

They were comic books

Ren loved comic books

And superheroes

Specifically Aquaman and Wonder Woman

And of course the mighty and brave blue, red, and green lanterns of Sector 2814

Had trouble making friends in school so Noa made them for him

He had a really bad stutter

Got picked on a lot for a lot of different reasons so Noa got into a lot of fights

Loved insects

He cried when Mateu tried to force Noa into killing a spider (I know spiders aren’t insects don’t come for me)

Noa set it free outside

A cuddler and a hugger

No one is safe not even the mailman who he knows by name

Hides behind Noa whenever yelling happens

Yelling happened a lot some months, none others

Was terrified of Aya

Had never seen a baby before

She looked like an alien

Freaked him out a little that’s all

Warmed up to her soon enough

Cried when she cried

Her crying used to wake up both him and Noa at 2 am, who would attempt to wake up their parents to deal with it

Their attempts were waved off

“Let her cry it out”

They did not

Noa would remove the newborn from the crib and rock her while he fixed her bottle

He was too scared to drop her to hold her

Noa would burp and change her and they’d both sing to her until she fell asleep

Was the only other person in the house other than their mother who could handle Aya’s grip

I like to think if he hadn’t died he’d have joined the Indigo Tribe (lanterns of compassion)

Now for the sad part

Their parents had dropped them all off at Obachan’s house as she was their closest relative

All the little ones knew was that they had to go on a ‘work trip’

Thought Obachan was silly and old and reminded him of his mom

The first day was great

She fed them ice cream for breakfast and pizza for lunch and sushi for dinner and let them stay up late and eat wasabi candies for dessert

The next day was not so great

The twins woke up at 1 am puking their brains out and running high fevers

Obachan panicked and didn’t know what to do

She was drunk and didn’t want Akari to never see her grandkids again

The other day she didn’t know she had grandkids

She wanted her daughters trust back

Even if Akari did live Obachan would not have earned her trust

She decided she would drive them to the hospital like a good grandmother and left Mateu to clean up and look after Aya

She was uber drunk and exhausted bc even kind of dealing with two barfing 7 year olds is the most parenting she’d ever done

They came to an intersection

She ignored the red light

She didn’t see the flat-bed

The truck couldn’t stop

It t-boned the tail end of the car

The crash caused Obachan and Noa to fall unconscious and gave Obachan some serious neck and back issues

But the impact snapped Ren’s neck instantly and his limp body fell onto the middle car seat

Hazel eyes wide

The twins were still loosely holding each other’s hands when the paramedics came after another driver passed by and found them

The other driver involved in the crash was flung through his windshield bc he wasn’t wearing a seatbelt

Noa came to briefly while being carried into an ambulance

She looked at the lady carrying her and asked, “Ren?” Before passing out again

At the hospital when she had been treated for everything she woke up again with a start calling for Ren, her parents, Mateu, anyone, but mostly Ren

Obachan hadn’t woken up yet

The nurse who came in asked her for as much information as Noa knew or could remember

She answered every one and asked a thousand in return

The nurse finally told her that her brother had died

She threw a fit

They couldn’t calm her down she screamed and cried so much she puked again

They had to sedate her

When they told Obachan her first thought was of how Akari would never speak to her again

He was buried with his parents in the Coastville Cemetery

Noa visits by herself every Sunday and lays flowers down and talks to no one

Aya Emi Ramires

Well, that was depressing now here’s the baby!!!

Aya was 3 months old when everybody died

In season 3 she’s 11

She takes after her Amazonian heritage

Dyslexic and ADHD

Sees Noa as basically her mom

Doesn’t agree with Mateu a lot, but respects him

Also has their mother’s eyes which tortures Noa

Generally reminds both of her siblings of their mom and of Ren

She doesn’t know that, but that’s part of the reason they’re so overprotective

Noa raised her to have fun and enjoy life and not take shit from anyone

Is really good at sports

This is encouraged by Noa who is literally the captain of the cheer squad

Gets made fun of and picked on by a lot of kids both boys and girls for her strength and speed, her learning disabilities, being Japanese, and being gay

Yeah

Aya gets into fights a lot

Noa shows up to the elementary school with Obachan who pretends she can’t speak English

Noa’s former principal is now afraid of her

Aya’s outlet for anger is sculpting believe it or not

She’s pretty talented too

Isn’t really into superheroes except for green lanterns and Wonder Woman, Troia, and Wondergirl

Gets bad grades even though she’s incredibly wise beyond her years

Doesn’t get along with kids her own age

They bore her

Figured out she wasn’t straight pretty early on with a crush on Molly from Bubble Guppies when she was four

Noa also kinda normalized girlfriends with her sister talking about girls and boys at school she had crushes on

Realized she was probably a lesbian in 3rd grade when she realized she wasn’t growing out of her boys are icky phase like her sister had

Confirmed 5th grade lesbian

Does not like being treated like a baby

Eventually the question came up about what happened to their parents at family dinner

Obachan steered herself out of the kitchen right when she was about to enter it

Mateu curtly and accurately responded with, “They died.” Before tossing the dishes into the sink and sulking off to his room, slamming his door shut

Noa explained the best she could to the 5 year old, but it was hard for a 12 year old to form the right words

Also informed her of Ren in a very watered down way

Aya knows Ren existed and was Noa’s twin, but doesn’t know exactly how he died

She’s seen their comics though

Noa used to read them to her

Mateu used to stand outside the door secretly listening and trying not to cry

Is very affectionate with Noa

Will hug and cuddle her until she falls asleep

Noa forgot how rib-cracking Amazon hugs were

She’s glad Aya’s there to remind her

Aya mildly resents Mateu for leaving for Atlantis

More for leaving Noa to handle her alone

Is just as protective of her siblings as they are of her

Worries about them constantly

Especially Noa bc she’s human

When she turns ten she decides she wants to study in Themyscira where she’d be better accepted than her normal school

She was right

A lot of thought went into that on her part

Noa’s music career was skyrocketing, she had school to think about, extracurriculars, scholarships, taking care of Aya, taking care of Obachan, taking care of the cats, handling the shop, putting out new music, new videos, photo shoots, socializing with her friends, charity benefits

It took accidentally overhearing Noa have a breakdown to actually set her mind on the Themyscira decision

She brought it up to her sister who was heartbroken and the idea brought up a lot of Noa’s insecurities, but in the end Noa said yes

Noa set the whole thing up through her new friend, Garfield Logan, who was more than happy to help

Aya lives with their great-grandmothers on Themyscira

She was happy to see that they were 10x more stable than Obachan

She studies all the classics, receives combat training, has been learning Ancient Greek, and her skill with dealing with her learning disabilities has improved and even aided her in some subjects

She FaceTimes her sister everyday and Mateu every month when he checks in

She watches every one of her sister’s concerts even during training, and which she gets reprimanded for

Has asked her sister if she can meet celebrities

Noa says next time she visits she can meet whoever she wants

Her hair has lightened to a lighter brown from being out in the sun all of the time

Has entered both the dreaded horse phase and dolphin phase

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oohfluffy · 5 years

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LMN Ch.25 | OSH

Group: EXO

Member: Oh Sehun

Theme: Angst | Fluff | Writer!AU | Neighbor!AU

Word Count: 2,786

✎ Chapter 25: Red Carnations ✎

"Yeoreum's stable right now but..."

Sehun blinked away his sleepiness, fully awake when he heard your name. He quickly stood up and went to your mother, who's talking to the doctor assigned to you.

"...even if you do the operation right now, I can't assure her survival." Dr. Zhang slightly bowed his head, deeply sorry for what you had to get through. "It's been too long since the tumor grew, spreading in various parts of her brain and spinal chord." He looked at your mother with solemn eyes, glancing at the young man behind her.

"I remember that it was 6 months ago when she figured about her condition." Dr. Zhang said, causing Sehun to look away sadly. "She told me she was getting dizzy and her heart keeps on beating painfully. She said that it started months ago. She had multiple tests and check-ups every week, only to know that she's already too late." His hands gripping on the clipboard tighter, showing that he's having a hard time not to let his emotions show. "We'll be checking her condition often and keep you updated."

Dr. Zhang Yixing has been your family doctor since you were a kid. He does every check-up on you and your siblings whenever someone gets a cold or sickness. He was a close friend of your father too, working at the same hospital.

It's painful for him to see you getting worse day by day.

"We knew it was coming but I didn't know it'll be this fast..." Ga-in cried as Dr. Zhang gently patted her shoulder.

"She endured it long enough, Ga-in. I don't want to say this but she needs to rest."

Sehun felt enraged by what Dr. Zhang said, his hands tightly forming into fists as he kept himself calm. A hand grabbed his shoulder and faced him.

"Bro, let's eat breakfast downstairs. Chanhee's already there." Chanyeol glanced at his mother, crying as she sat on the bench. Dr. Zhang comforted the older woman, rubbing her back as he tried consoling her. "You can go ahead at the canteen, I'll wait for mom."

Sehun complied, knowing Chanyeol would just force him to go down and eat. It has only been 10 hours since you've got admitted to the hospital. He hasn't eaten a single thing since he saw you get taken inside the emergency room.

He can't calm down.

"Oppa?"

Sehun shook his head as he looked up at Chanhee, who's eating cup noodles. Her eyes were no different to his, red and puffy from crying and lack of sleep. He's not the only one who's suffering and hurting.

"Yeah?" Sehun tried smiling at her but his eyes gave him away.

Chanhee looked down at her cup noodles as she sighed, stirring the contents with a small fork.

"You know about unnie's condition, right?"

"Yes." Sehun breathed out as he looked at the window beside him. The trees were swaying with the wind as usual, people are busy everywhere, cars beeping and swiftly passing each other.

Everything was the same for everyone.

"If you knew," She looked up at Sehun with glistening eyes. "why'd you still love her?"

Sehun's lips curled up into a smile, not the ones that can melt girls hearts nor the one that can kill you.

It's a smile that can break your heart.

A painful one.

"I-I actually ask that to myself too, a lot of times already." Sehun mumbled, his voice cracking at the end. His emotions couldn't be controlled right now. He can't get himself together, knowing you can leave him anytime and that'll hurt big time.

"But I really don't need to ask that to myself..."

"Why?" She asked, almost like a whisper but still audible. Chanhee's eyes filled with tears, seeing how the strong young man stared into hers with his tearful eyes. The guy she admired for being popular and happy-go-lucky one was crying for the nth time for her sister.

"...because I know the answer to that already." Sehun looked down at his untouched soup. "Why do I love her? Why am I still sticking onto her when I know she'll go away? Why do I still find myself getting deeper into that danger zone of hers? W-Why..." His tears slowly flowed on his pale cheeks, his lips pursing into a line as he tried not to sob in front of your sister.

"Why can't I stop loving her?"

"It all falls to the same answer." Sehun shook his head as he let his tears fall. "That's because I'm so in love with her that I can't do anything about it."

The silence that filled between the two was deafening.

They don't know how long they were staring off into a blank space when Chanyeol and your mother came.

"Have you two eaten already?" Ga-in asked with her usual soft voice, sitting beside Chanhee. Her gaze drifted towards Sehun's bowl of soup. "You haven't, Sehun-ah."

Chanyeol put his mother's meal in front of her before looking at his best friend to his sister.

"Hey." He called Sehun, slightly nudging his shoulders. "Bro."

"I-I'm sorry. I just don't have the appetite to eat right now."

Sehun stood up before slightly bowing as he took his tray and went to the segregation of plates and bowls, wasting the cold soup he ordered. He walked out of the canteen and went back to the emergency room, sitting at the bench he sat on earlier.

He saw your father coming out of the room and quickly stood up. In Sung noticed the young man and went to him.

"Sehun-ssi."

"Can I see her, Mr. Park?" Sehun asked with pleading eyes, his voice desperate and hopeless.

Your father stared at him for a while, observing how the young man's eyes glisten with tears and forlorn. Even though he still has to talk with him about your relationship, he knows Sehun truly feels a lot for you.

"Follow me."

After a few floors up, he turned to a corner and faced a door.

| Room 461 |

"I'll let you alone for a while. I need to do something at the office. I'll contact my wife to let them know you're here." In Sung said, taking a last glance at your door before walking away, leaving Sehun staring at the door in front of him.

His hand touched the knob, slowly twisting it after breathing out a sigh. The door creaked, causing Sehun to slightly cringe as he thought of waking you up. He quickly went inside and closed the door. He saw a glimpse of you when he opened the door and it pierced through his heart seeing you lying down on the bed lifelessly.

He couldn't bring himself to turn around.

"Noona..." Sehun mumbled as he stared at the door, his feet itching to turn and head towards you. He took a deep breath before walking to your bed, his eyes getting blurry as he saw you.

Several needles were painfully piercing in your skin, an oxygen mask resting on top of your nose and mouth, your hands peacefully laying together on your stomach. The beeping of your heartbeat rate was the one that calmed him down.

You're still here.

"N-Noona." Sehun cried as he fought the urge to touch your face, scared that he might hurt you in some ways. "Y-You're okay, right?"

His fingers ran through the soft pillow that supported your head, slowly laying his head beside yours, his eyes blinking with tears as he took your beautiful side profile.

"Sehunnie misses you." He whispered as he forced a smile on his lips, gripping his hand on the pillow as the other gently caressed your cheek. "Don't leave, okay? I'll be waiting."

His tears stained the white pillow, showing a proof of his painful suffering beside you. He silently sobbed as he grabbed your lifeless hand, so small in his large one, so fragile that he's afraid he'll break it with just one squeeze. Sehun closed his eyes as he get lulled by your heart beat.

I'll be here when you wake up, noona. Make it fast, please.

✗ ❥ ✗ ❥ ✗ ❥ ✗ ❥ ✗

"Mom and dad will be the ones who'll stay here since we have classes tomorrow. We can just visit her after."

Sehun looked hesitant to leave your hospital room as Chanyeol talked to him.

"Can't I just not attend? I want to stay here." Sehun pleaded, making Chanyeol quickly shake his head with a sad smile.

"You need to attend classes, Sehun. Noona will not like you skipping classes for her."

Chanyeol always knows what to say.

"But—"

"Sehun-ah." Ga-in called as she stood up from the chair next to your bed and walked to him. "I'll take care of her while you're gone, okay? She'll still be here when you get back." She smiled, gently patting the young man's cheek.

"Okay, Mrs. Park. I will."

Days passed by, you're still unconscious and being observed in the hospital. Sehun didn't miss a day in visiting you and always brought flowers in case you woke up. His parents visit you too when they have time, bringing fruits and coffee whenever they come.

Your hospital room was never left empty.

Chanyeol often makes noise and talks loudly, trying to make you react to him and wake up while Chanhee just watches him with a smile. They were all busy with school but they still manage to set aside a huge part of their time to be with you.

"Oh! You're here again."

Sehun grinned at the old woman, arranging the fresh flowers in the pots. She carefully stood up from the ground and patted her pants clean. She smiled at him and glanced at the flowers he's staring at.

"The usual?" She asked happily as she took a dozen of the flowers that he usually buys.

"Yes, please." Sehun nodded and watched as she rolled his chosen flowers into a beautiful arrangement.

The old woman hummed as she tied a red ribbon on the stem, keeping the flowers together.

"You know, in the language of flowers," She said as she lightly showered water on the bouquet. "dark red carnations denote deep love and affection."

Sehun's lips twitched as he looked at the flowers, his fingers touching the petals.

"My heart aches for you."

He looked up in surprise and saw the woman reaching the bouquet to him. Her eyes staring into his as if telling thousands of secrets with her gaze.

"What?"

"That's what the flowers mean."

She smiled as she went to arrange her flower pots again, making Sehun confused. He took out his money to pay when she just waved him off.

"It's for free today. Go now." The old woman mumbled as she focused on her flowers. Sehun stood there with his eyebrows furrowed, not knowing what to do when his phone vibrated on his pocket. He quickly took it out and saw Chanyeol's name.

"Bro—"

"She's awake!"

That's all that took him to run and break out from his confusion. Sehun held the bouquet of red carnation to his chest as he ran and got inside of his car, carefully placing the flowers beside him.

"Noona." He happily breathed out before driving to the hospital, arriving within 10 minutes.

Sehun pushed the elevator button eagerly with a grin, watching the numbers showing on top go down to the basement. He tapped his feet as he held the bouquet, often sniffing its magnificent scent.

When the elevator made a sound and opened, he went in and pushed the 12th button. The elevator stopped and fetched a few people in different floors before stopping at his destination, making him walk out fast like the lighting.

He saw several nurses and doctors running around, some even brushing past him and pushing him aside as they go to the same direction. His eyes followed them, seeing them panic as they got inside—

"N-Noona." Sehun mumbled, the flowers long forgotten on the floor as he ran towards your room, where nurses flocked in to check your condition. Chanyeol was on the side with Chanhee and your mother, crying as if.... you're dead.

Sehun's eyes drifted towards you, welling up in tears as he can't hear the familiar beeping of your heart beat on the monitor. Dr. Zhang was telling something to the nurse before pumping your chest with his hands, doing a Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation.

"NOONA!" Sehun cried as he tried pushing through his way to you, a few nurses calming him down as they pulled him away from the bed. "NO! FUCKING LET ME GO! I NEED TO SEE HER!" He struggled against their hold as he cried.

The blank noise from the monitor broke his heart. Dr. Zhang shook his head, his eyes welling up as he spoke.

"Time of death, 5:53 in the afternoon of February 16, 2018."

Sehun shook his head continuously as he walked towards your bed. The white thin blanket covered your body as the doctors and nurses slightly bowed their heads, praying for your peace. Sehun's hands ran through the thin cloth, his sobs can't be suppressed as he felt you cold.

"No..." He whispered, shoulders shaking as he cried non-stop. "No. S-She can't be dead. Noona..." Sehun shook his head as he traced the outline of your covered face. "S-She won't leave me."

"Sehun..." Chanyeol cried out as he tried pulling his best friend back to his sanity. "...stop already."

"No, Yeol. She's not dead!" Sehun shouted as he knelt beside your bed, hands gripping on your sheets. "Noona, please..."

"Sehun, you're only making it hard for yourself." Chanyeol mumbled, tears flowing on his cheeks as he watched his best friend desperate for you. "Stop it now. She's gone. Noona's gone."

You're gone.

Sehun watched as you got taken away from him again. Your mother pulling him up with Chanyeol and tugging him with them as they followed. His eyes were open but he can't see. His body was awake but he can't feel.

It's so unfair.

"She regained consciousness for a few minutes, opening her eyes and showing us a smile." Ga-in smiled as tears streamed down her cheeks. She turned to Sehun, who was staring at the wall in front of them. "She mouthed something after," Ga-in caressed Sehun's tear-stained cheek. "Sehun, she said."

With that, the young man broke into sobs, not caring if people look at him or give him strange looks. Chanyeol and Chanhee cried beside him, their hearts aching not only for their own but for Sehun too.

Within those 2 months you've shared your time together, Sehun couldn't believe he feel too fast and deep for you.

Maybe this is his punishment for being a jerk to women.

Maybe this is the way to pay for his mistakes and his dearth of being a child of his parents.

Whether it was a punishment or anything, Sehun knows he doesn't regret loving you.

He doesn't regret falling to the danger zone and ended up at the deepest part of it.

He doesn't regret annoying you and getting to know you more.

The only thing that he regrets is not giving you more love and affection when he still has the time to do so.

He should've hugged you a million of times, should've kissed you as long as he can, should've made love with you and feel your warmth closer, should've done the things you wanted to do, and everything he should have.

But he can't.

Everything happened too fast.

It was just 2 months ago when he saw you in front of their gate, a box of rice cakes in your hands, giving it to him with a smile, telling him that you were his best friend's sister and it's nice to meet him.

It was just 2 months ago when he knew about your condition and felt bad for you.

It was just 2 months ago when he didn't care about it and still liked you despite his best friend's warnings.

It was just weeks ago when he invited you to a date and planned making you the happiest person after.

It was just weeks ago when you kissed him under the tree, telling him that you love him too.

It was just weeks ago when you looked so beautiful under the moonlight as he kissed you, different colors exploding up on the sky.

It was just a few minutes ago when your heart stopped beating and now, you're gone.

"You're so unfair." Sehun cried as he looked up at the sky. He can't do anything about it even if his heart's bleeding for you.

You're gone.

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Fluffy’s note: Kill me now. Come on, guys. 😭 I cried too when I was writing this, it hurt me. 😭 I know, I'm such a cruel author but please don't abandon me. 😭 I swear, this is the most heartbreaking ending I've ever made. Look forward to my next stories. It won’t be as heartbreaking as this.

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❥ Ep.

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eds-gryff · 5 years

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Dust (Peter Parker x Reader)

Takes place right after IW. I'm sorry that it's soooo long but I wanted to post it all at once. @jordsie know it's not HP related but still tagging.

You weren't on the trip to MoMA because you had mono, courtesy of kissing Peter. Kidding, you just have really bad period cramps. Though you did kiss Peter (and enjoy it) a lot. A LOT. Especially when he uses his webs- um. Nothing.

You were holed up in your room, groaning and cursing God for this uninvited and unwanted monthly subscription to Satan's waterfall. Frankly, when you were younger the only reason you were even 1% glad about this was because you thought it was a certainty of becoming a mom. But well, now you knew the truth- it's because God hated women from the beginning.

The cramps really were horrible.

You had just managed to get up, tie your (H/C) hair sloppily and stumble for for some medicine. Just make this pain go away!

You were horrified beyond anything you imagined when you saw your father disintegrating in front of your very eyes.

"Dad?" You say, terrified and hold your hand out to touch him but you only feel sand.

"(Y/N)-" My knight in shining armour, the best and earliest protector gasped out before he disintegrated completely into dust.

Cramps? What's that?

What had happened? What, who had killed my father? Who has the audacity to do this?

"Dad-a-Da-" You choke out before you fall on the floor, weeping for your father and hoping that the same fate hadn't befallen your mother and brother or Peter.

Why had you been left, you wanted to know. If it was sins, I should go. If it was anyone ANYTHING, it should've been you. You. You. No one else. You were the worthless one, he was the best person.

Thinking you'd just died, you got up, you had to check on your mom and your younger sibling.

"Mo-mom-" you choked out as soon as you heard her crying voice. She wasn't dust.

"You're okay, you're okay, I'm okay, (Y/sibling/N)'s fine but half my students are just-"

"Dust." You say in a blank horrified silence. What the FUCK was going on?

"Is your father-" She managed to ask before I lost it completely and broke down crying.

~time skip ~

Despite the disintegration business, your mom couldn't come home because she was a teacher and had to look after her kids there.

You were numb, you couldn't bring yourself to care.

You managed to get some of...of your father, you nearly had a seizure as you thought that and carefully put it into the fanciest dish you saw and covered it.

You called Peter. No answer. You died again.

Somehow, still alive, you managed to call Ned.

"(Y/N)?" His voice was nothing special but it was the most beautiful sound just then- a sound of hope.

"Ned-" you croaked in relief. "-who?"

His voice took on a true depressed and cry-ey tone. "MJ, Harry, Sally, Jason, G-"

"Stop!" I yelled out. "I just saw my father, my first love, turn into dust in front of my eyes, I can't ... Can't think of them like that too. But .....Peter?" You ask resolutely when all you wanted to do was crawl into your bed and never wake up again. Or you know, die.

"I don't know." You heard his honest voice and half your would shrivelled away and the other glowed. "There were these donut shaped spaceships outside...he asked me to cause a distraction and leapt out."

"There's a chance he's fine." Your optimistic heart says out loud but the realist in you thinks, 'But he could be dead.'

It isn't until 2 days later, when your already broken spirit, because of your father, God, everytim you closed your eyes you could see him fading and his vulnerable voice, saying my name, oh god, was totally scattered to the wind, just like the dust which had made up your soulmate, Peter Benjamin Parker's body.

****

You hadn't laughed in weeks. Or even smiled.

Your father's last words were your name, pleading, to save him, you would've, you would've given your soul but you couldn't and it was your fault he became dust.

So of course, it was only right (wrong) that Peter's last words were just as heart breaking and wrenching.

"I don't wanna go, Mr. Stark, save me, please, I don't wanna go." As if this wasn't enough to, oh gosh, the thought itself sent you crying, but his actually last words were,"I'm sorry."

Because he thought he disappointed Mr. Stark. Because he thought he'd disappointed Aunt May.

Because he thought he'd disappointed you and Ned and MJ and his true friends. Because he thought he'd disappointed the world.

Because he thought he'd disappointed his parents. Because he thought he'd disappointed his late Uncle Ben.

"Peter, you idiot!" You scream into your pillow and want some to be there for you and then realise how exceptionally sad it was the person you wanted to comfort you was the same person because of why you had to be comforted and who couldn't do it.

Day, you slept, you cried, you screamed, you broke stuff. Night, you sat on the fire escape and thought and were as silent as possible. Your mother needed the sleep and you were so selfish you couldn't comfort her, she'd lost her past and present, but you'd lost your past, present and future. She'd lost her husband and soulmate, and I'd lost my boyfriend, my soulmate and my father. 'I can't believe I'm comparing.'

You'd think about how you once asked your father when you were 8 what a virgin was and he'd choked and panicked and said it was a girl who hadn't been touched by a man but you sensed something was wrong, so you didn't say that then you weren't a virgin either.

That's true now.

You'd think about how Peter had revealed his identity to you, right there, right after you'd kissed each other senseless for the first time.

'I want to kiss him again.' You think.

You thought about begging your father for an Avengers t shirt a couple of years back and he'd ordered something online and you'd given him a hell of a time for buying what he wanted but not what I wanted and then he opened it to show me the tee I'd wanted all along.

He was the greatest. He wasn't perfect but he was to you.

You thought about when Peter had been so wounded from a fight, he refused to tell you who the opponent was but he was so hurt and there was so much blood and thank god for the Internet or he would have died.

It was because of him you had seriously considered a career in nursing for a while before deciding on writing or journalism.

You thought about watching movies and making fun of them with your father.

You thought of reading and geeking out with Peter.

You thought of talking about cars and walking around fancy car dealerships with your father, to stare at the cars. Lamborghini Aventador was your favourite. You thought how extremely similar you were, yet how different yet how much of a father-daughter.

You thought of having sex with Peter. You thought about his lips, his hair, his eyes, his kiss, his touch.

You thought of them and you mourned.

Then as dawn broke, you'd slip back in and lay in your bed and let a nightmare plagued sleep overcome you.

Until one day, Tony Stark randomly showed up at your escape as you were brooding and told you that people were to start returning soon and could you wake your mother and brother and see if they wanted to see your father.

You fell off the fire escape.

Iron Man saved your life.

You didn't care, you were going to see Peter and your father again.

You were flying with the man with the suit made of gold titanium alloy and you asked, "How did you...?"

He must've glared at you.

"Confidential. But we defeated Thanos and got EVERYONE, killed before and after the snap."

He dropped you off in AFRICA??? Your other family had been dropped off by other Iron Men suits here too.

"Oh crap, I forgot his aunt. Stay in school, kid and don't tell her that I forgot. I'm off to get her now." He cursed, warned and jetted off.

You held your mother's hand, for the first time voluntarily in years and your beautiful brother held her other hand and you made up your mind to to spend more time with him. You saw a blonde woman wearing a super suit but you didn't know her. You spotter Captain America hugging a long haired man. You saw a carrot haired woman wearing scarlet, Scarlet Witch kissing a robot...or was it the Android, Vision? Whatever and whoever it was, you were happy for everyone who'd got back their lost loves back.

"Daddy!" Your brother suddenly screamed and ran, forgetting bout you, and no one reprimanded him for it because you were too busy hugging and crying and feeling remorseful at your father's appearance.

"It was my fault, I couldn't save you." You whispered as you hugged your father.

"If this was death, it wasn't too bad. I just felt like I was flying. And we were in some orange place....and what did you say? Your fault? You sound as stupid as Deep Blue Sea's directors." At which point you both laughed and cried.

Someone tapped your shoulder and you were so annoyed because HOW DARE ANYONE INTERRUPT YOUR DADDY DAUGHTER TIME.

Till you turned around and the whole world stopped.

It was Peter. Wearing some more advanced suit instead of the other tech one but you didnt notice that till much later.

"Your period is over, then?" He asked pleasantly as if he hadn't been dead for God knows how long.

Tears still streaming down your face, you tossed your hair, narrowed your eyes and punched him in the nose, taking no notice of your family's muttered surprise about 'Was he Spider-Man?' and your brother's shouts of 'SPIDEY!'

He barely faltered.

"What the hell was that for? Because I didn't bring the notes from the trip? I couldn't, I was in space. Or is it the fact that I smell like I've been dead or like I'd been stuck in a gooey candy world? Maybe because I have been. Dead, I mean, not in the candy world but the sou-"

And then you kissed him so hard and passionately that his words turned into nothingness and he kissed just as hard and furiously, because you'd both missed each other so much and you ignore your father's coughs, you could see him at home later and besides you'd already celebrated his homecoming.

So you backed Peter into a tree. And kissed him until the tree spoke. "I aM gRoOt."

"Maybe I'll ask T'Challa, the King here for one, you talking shrub." Peter said annoyed at the tree, which had eyes and frankly, it looked adorable. Even if it was almost as tall as Peter.

"Um." You interjected.

"Oh, uh, (Y/N), this herb here is Groot, he's a member of the Guardians of the Galaxy who are exactly what they sound as, and Groot, this is my girlfriend."

"I am Groot?" It sounded like a question but you weren't sure.

"No you CANNOT DATE HER, SHE's my GIRLFRIEND!" Peter screams in frustration and he pushes Groot towards a talking raccoon who's taking to a green woman and a woman with antennae. Okay.

"You'll ask who for what?" You decide to ask what seemed to be the most normal thing to ask.

"Black Panther, the King. For a room. Which the bamboo tree suggested."

"Groot wasn't wrong." You nudged him. "We need to catch up. Verbally and physically." You run your fingers through his wavy hair.

He looked like he was about to web away to the King. Then he stopped and asked, "Before I do that, where's May? Tony told me he'd bring her."

You laughed.

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marveliciousfanfics · 6 years

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Walk With Me Part 2

This is my entry for @dinnafashsoldat POC Writing Challenge.

Prompts: “You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.” “Who said it had to be the bed?” and “I wasn’t lying when I said I loved you.” Mexican!OC

A/N: I am a Mexican girl so when I saw this writing challenge I had to get on board. It is going to be about a 5-6 mini series. I love Thor. He’s my favorite! Even over Bucky and Steve because he’s just so…perfect and needs to be protected.

“Since my dad is—was a musician music is a big part of our family’s party. He will most definitely sing a song to my mom it’s always Paloma Querida meaning Dear Dove. It’s their song,” I explained to Thor as we stood at the living area with the furniture pushed away to give us space. “But I wanted to teach you how to dance it since it’s tradition for all couples to dance to it. FRIDAY play Paloma Querida by Jose Alfredo Jimenez.”

“All right,” he clapped his hands and stood in front of me. He was a whole foot taller than me—maybe more, so this was going to be a bit hard. I positioned his left hand on my waist and his other hand with mine. I placed my free hand on his shoulder.

“It’s really simple. We just step side to side until we make a circle or something,” I led for the first few steps. “Okay now you have to take lead because that’s the way.” He did as I told him and he picked it up pretty quick. “You’re light on your feet.”

“Of course, I’ve danced many dances throughout the realms,” he grinned. Of course he had. “But this is nice.” He looked down to me and it was the first time I got a good look at his eyes and I knew why so many women swooned. But I couldn’t be just another one. So I turned away and pulled back.

“So that’s just a nice one, we’re gonna move on to Salsa, Cuban, Bachata and Banda,” I knew the last one was going to be a bit more challenging to explain. So I pulled up videos on my phone and showed him. Even that he got it pretty fast. I was so impressed with his willingness to learn. He paid close attention and wasn’t afraid to ask questions.

“Why did you lie to your parents about having someone? Is there someone you’re avoiding?” he asked when I needed a break and had accepted the bottle of water he handed over. I took a long sip before answering. It was best to be honest or as honest as I could without revealing too much about myself.

“My family is nosy. I know they mean the best, but they all have this notion that because I’m a woman I’m supposed to just get married and have kids. They figured this—“ I gestured around me, “would be a phase, but my mom started hinting that my ‘clock’ was ticking. I’m only twenty-seven and the youngest! So to…calm her nerves I told her I was seeing someone, but we couldn’t go public to keep me safe…so the first person I thought of was you.”

“I’m honored, Dulce, but do you plan to tell your family the truth? Unless we are planning a fake wedding as well,” he laughed.

I laughed too. “No, of course not. I figure after this I’ll just tell them we broke up and they can leave me alone for another six years.”

“I’ve known you for nearly four years and this is the most I’ve learned about you,” he placed his hands on his hips.

I shrugged. “No one bothered to ask, plus I’m easily overlooked. I just do research.”

“I believe me…I noticed,” Thor got closer until he has half a foot away from me. “You are very observant. You care deeply and you definitely keep in touch with your family because you want to not because it’s a burden.”

He was right. My family and I were really close, but it took tragedy for that to happen. I wasn’t ready to share that. I knew he was going to find out eventually, but that would be for later. It was odd to get compliments from a God. Especially one who had gone through so much.

“Well, that’s enough, I think. You know the basics. So we should have rules so we don’t end up doing something dumb.”

“Like what?”

“Um…sleep together.”

“Why not? You like me and I like you. Why can’t it happen?”

I laughed nervously. “You’re not taking me to bed. Ever,” I did my best to use a stern voice, but under his gaze it quivered. He leaned down until we were only two inches part. I took in his scent and memorized.

“Who said it had to be the bed?” And before our lips met I took a step back.

“Whoa, whoa, no need to do that, Thor. I don’t expect you to kiss me at all!” I held my hands up as protection because I didn’t trust myself not to fall for his spell.

“Your family won’t find it suspicious I’m not affectionate?”

“My family doesn’t approve of PDA—so we won’t have to worry. The most you’ll have to do is hug me or kiss me on the cheek.”

“What a shame,” he winked. “I’ll see you tomorrow at nine to go to the airport. Will they care that I don’t have a passport?”

I groaned. “I didn’t think about that. Fuck.”

“I’m sure Stark will let us borrow one of his many planes, right?”

“Uh…sure.” I didn’t even convince myself.

“Let me take care of that then. You should get your money back for those tickets.”

“Uh sure,” I wasn’t going to get a full refund, but oh well. I really should have thought about that. Thor kept his word and I got a text from Tony saying it was okay to use his plane. Also he wanted pictures of Thor dancing banda so he could use it as blackmail. I doubted Thor would find it embarrassing.

I packed at night and felt the nerves start to kick in. Not only was I bringing a ‘boy’ well God home, but he was also not Mexican, which my parents always wanted me to marry in my culture. My sister did, my brother is going to do it and all of my cousins did as well. I wasn’t sure how my dad was going to react. Thor and I had gone over our story about how we got together until it was engraved in our brains. To them they think I’m going to get back with Bruno. He had been older than me, but he had been nice when he asked me out. And I thought it had been love, but if I had loved him, it wouldn’t have been easy to end it and move across the country.

I hardly got any sleep, but I got up and did my morning routine. I got a text from Tony that the plane was ready to go in an hour. I got my suitcase and headed for my door. I opened it and Thor’s entire frame took the whole space.

“Good morning, Dulce!” he boomed. “I am ready!”

“Tony said it’ll be ready in an hour, so we have some time to lose. I’m getting coffee,” I told him. “Let’s go over my family’s names.”

“Your mother is Alejandra, your father is Alfredo, your brother is Junior, then it’s Camila and Betty. You have a nephew Charlie and a niece Elizabeth named after Jane Austen characters.”

I nodded impressed. We got to the kitchen. Steve was sitting down with a cup of coffee. I went to the cupboard and groaned when someone placed my mug too high for me. I was about to climb on the counter, but I felt Thor behind me easily reach for it. The whole front of his body covered my back and it woke me up faster than any cup of coffee ever had. He held the mug in front of me and I took it meekly.

“You’re welcome,” he whispered close to my ear.

“Th-thanks,” I mumbled back. He stepped back and I swore I heard him chuckle.

“Morning, Steve!” Thor boomed.

“Morning,” I could practically hear Steve’s smirk. I got my coffee from the pot and got my creamer from the fridge. “So you’re really going through with this?”

“It should be fun! A new culture and new faces. Plus I don’t think I’ve been to…where are you exactly from?”

I turned around to face them. “I guess I should have led with that. So, my family lives in…Watts. It’s a bit of a rough neighborhood, but they don’t want to move out of there.”

“Rough?” Thor’s body tensed.

“I mean, it’s not like it used to be, but my parents still hear a drive by every now and then. Not like when I was younger and it was every week we knew someone got shot or died,” I shrugged and sat down across from them and sipped my coffee carefully.

“I still think you should tell your parents the truth. The truth is always better,” said Steve and I knew he knew from experience.

“It’s a harmless lie, Steve, I’m not keeping deep, dark secrets from my parents,” I shot back and immediately regret it. I knew he felt bad for what happened with Tony, but he had no right to judge me when he hardly knew me.

“Things are going to be all right. It’s only a couple of days,” Thor tried to keep the mood up, but it was clearly not the same. “What can happen in just a couple of days?”

I gave Thor a blank expression and then he frowned. A lot could happen in a couple of days.

“Sorry, Steve, that was a low blow,” I sighed. “I’m just all wound up.” I rolled my shoulders.

“You’re all wound up because you feel bad for what you’re doing,” Steve pointed out and got up and walked out of the kitchen.

“It will be okay, Dulce,” Thor’s tone was softer now. I met his eyes and some how I felt that he was right.

“Again, thanks for doing this, Thor. I mean, what I’m about to put you through…” I shook my head. “Just be patient with my family.”

“They really can’t be worse than mine,” he grinned.

“No, my dad hasn’t told me of a sibling he incarcerated for thousands of years,” I joked lightly and he chuckled at that.

Soon we were on the plane. He sat across from me. I had taken the seat away from the window because if I looked outside of it, I would probably have a panic attack. Flying wasn’t my strongest suit. I didn’t really have to do it much working for the Avengers since I mostly gathered information and gave it to them in briefings. I worked on the ground and flying was one of the scariest things in the world. I literally had friends who could fly and I did not envy them.

Thor quickly picked up on it. He explained we were perfectly safe—well he said we would have been safer if he would have used the Stormbreaker. I just laughed which did help me distract me. When we hit turbulence, I closed my eyes and started humming. I felt a big presence beside me so I opened my eyes. Thor had sat next to me blocking the window so I wouldn’t be able to look out there if I was tempted.

In minutes I was more relaxed and then I must have fallen asleep because after what felt like half an hour—but it had actually been three hours—I was lightly shook. I fluttered my eyes opened and I had been leaning against Thor’s mighty bicep and there might have been drool because the corner of my mouth was a little wet.

Horrified didn’t even begin to describe what I felt. I needed to be swallowed by the Earth. Did I just drool on an actual God?

“Sorry,” I wiped my mouth.

“Don’t be. You looked so tired, plus you were adorable to watch with your little, soft snores,” he chuckled.

I held back an internal groan. “Did…I really snore?”

“Indeed you did, but it’s nothing compared to my great friend Volstagg after he ate a whole pig,” he laughed whole heartedly but then it died and he looked sad. I knew his friend had died defending Asgard from his sister. So I reached for his hand and squeezed it. He turned down to me and gave me a sad smile. “Put your seatbelt on.”

Sometimes it was easy to forget that Thor had lost a lot of people in his life. I held his hand after my seatbelt was on because it was time to land. I was able to squeeze his hand so hard that it wouldn’t even phase him, so I released a breath when we stopped. I hated that I was going to have to go through this in two days again, but if Thor was by my side again, I had a feeling it was going to be okay.

#luce’s first writing challenge #luce’s poc! writing challenge #thor x oc #thor #thor odison #marvel #marveliciousfanfics #tony stark #steve rogers

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luxvitae · 6 years

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Your Everything | Taehyung

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⇢His mind, body, and soul. These were the things you loved about Kim Taehyung

happy birthday to the light of my life

⋙Mind

Art usually came easy to you. You never had a problem with creativity before, you always had a lot of it. That is until artist block had hit you like a freight train and you were stuck on your senior project with a paintbrush full of purple ink and a blank canvas.

“Hey you,” a deep and familiar voice sounded as the door of the studio opened to reveal Kim Taehyung, resident man child who doubles as your best friend and boyfriend.

“Hey,” you strained, smiling tiredly as you watch him walk over to you and drop a short kiss on top of your head.

Looking at the blank canvas in front of you, Taehyung makes a face of confused pride. “It’s looking…..good babe. I think you missed a spot though.”

“Oh shut up,” you groaned, leaning back on your stool so you were leaning on his stomach. “I have lost all motivation. And my creative river has run dry. I’m washed up at 23.”

Shifting his body around so he stood next to you, he moved your head so it was leaning against his side instead while he rubbed your back and played with your hair in reassuring and and firm touches.

“What’s the prompt?,” he asked, tilting his head to the side to look down at you.

“Childlike wonder,” you said, the two words burning holes in your brain from all the times you stared at the stupid slip of paper that was causing your demise.

Taehyung thought for a little bit before pulling up a stool for himself so he sat next to you, hip to hip. “Don’t you ever wonder why people sleep with their eyes closed? Or ever get fascinated not by the first birthday candle, but the second one? What about how peanut butter and applesauce are liquid forms of something solid? Or why there isn’t a grape flavored gummy bear?,” Taehyung rattled off, looking back at you and smiling his beautiful, full smile.

“Childlike wonder isn’t childlike at all,” he said slowly, bringing the paintbrush in your hand up with his own, “It’s the unbothered curiosity not tainted by age.”

“So let go,” he whispered, drawing his hand back from your own, leaving the paintbrush of purple to rest suspended in the air. “You’re not washed up at 23 love, you’ve just forgotten what it’s like being untroubled by the hurdles of adulthood.”

Pecking your forehead once more, Taehyung left you to simmer in your own thoughts in the empty space of the art studio. It wasn’t until a week later, after your finished your piece, that you realize the way Taehyung thought, the way he navigated through the neurons in the brain to create abstract ideas and impressions, was what inspired your piece to come alive.

Taehyung and his beautiful mind.

⋙Body

“T-Tae I d..don’t,” you gasped against his intrusive lips and the harsh grind of his hips against yours.

“Shh baby,” he whispered against your neck, lips traveling further and further down until he was nipping at your collarbones, pulling your shirt down in the slightest, dropping wet kisses all over your chest. “You’re safe with me. I promise.”

Picking you up in his arms, your arms come up to lock around his neck instinctively. Playing with his hair at his nape, you pulled at the strands hotly so his lips detached from your skin and his head lolled backwards.

“I trust you,” you whispered as your foreheads leaned against each other’s before smashing your lips against his again. This time wasn’t like any other kiss; it wasn’t innocent or playful or sweet. It was harsh and needy, but meaningful all the same.

“Should I fuck you against the wall or the sheets?,”his husky voice asked, a sense of teasing in his tone so you just rolled your eyes.

“Why don’t you worry about fucking me in general first,” you played along, voice sultry against his harsh tone as one hand traveled down his chest in a slow, feather like touch.

“Oh baby,” he growled, pushing off the wall and navigating his way around the apartment without taking his eyes off of you, “I don’t need to worry about that.”

Once he reached the bedroom, your mind went blank as he softly laid you on the sheets, a totally different demeanor from what he showed you in the living room. Supporting his weight on his hands with his legs between yours, the kisses turned slow and steady, hands exploring the expanse of your still clothed body. As he started to roll your shirt up to reveal your stomach, you expertly flipped the two of you over before straddling his hips.

“Y/n-”

“Shh baby,” you quoted from him, “Let me take care of you first.”

With that, you shimmy your way down, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, kissing the new skin being exposed after each button. Taehyung was always rushing to please you first, but not today.

“I love you,” you whispered into his ear before kissing down his neck to his stomach.

“I love your stomach that clenches in laughter when I tell a joke that no one else thought was funny but you,” you said, kissing around his belly before going back up to his arms. As you journeyed around his body, Taehyung’s eyes never left your face, eyes getting darker and darker.

“I love your strong arms that hold me in times of distress and in times of joy, the arms that never let me go even if I say I want you to. I love your hands that hold mine, guiding me in all the right directions with you,” you said, slipping his fingers into your mouth so you could suck on them causing Taehyung to groan under you.

Popping them out, you ventured down, undoing his belt buckle and his pants for you to be face to face with his growing bulge. You begin to rub at it, causing friction from the scratchy fabric of his boxers, feeling his dick harden under your touch with every second going by.

“I love your legs that support you because they allow you to support me as well,” you continued even past his whining and moaning, putting his hands over yours to make sure you didn’t stop.

“I love you feet that walk next to mine,” you breathe out before Taehyung is flipping the both of you again, and this time you didn’t mind. He hurriedly gets rid of your shirt and shorts along with his jeans and underwear. “Because we’re in this together.”

“I love your back,” you gasp as he goes down on you, licking you through your underwear, causing your hands to fly to his hair, pushing and pulling at the strands. “I l-love your back because it has never t-turned, oh god, it’s never turned on me.”

Before you knew it, all three of his fingers that you sucked on were pushing into you, making your head fall back in ecstasy, moaning out in pleasure. But you weren’t done yet.

“I-I love your chest,” you managed to say as Taehyung came back up to drop a kiss to your lips.

“What about it baby?,” he asked, lining up his cock with your entrance before pushing in, slowly, then all at once.

“Oh god Taehyung,” you moaned out, arching your back from how good the stretch felt and how well he filled you up.

“What about my chest baby?,” he prodded at you, allowing for you to get a grip on your thoughts until he started to shallowly pulse against you.

“I love your chest,” you breathed, hands going against the muscle to feel his rapid pulse against your fingertips, “Because it holds your heart. And that heart allowed you to love me.”

⋙Soul

You start to think you saw it at the puppy shelter you and Taehyung volunteered at last month. Then, again, you think you saw it in the way he looked at the fans during the fan signs, cheering them on and giving them words of advice. But you definitely saw it when you visited his hometown with him.

“Eonjin! Jeonggyu!,” he screamed in excitement as he walked through the doors to see his little siblings already waiting there for him.

The two of them tackled him to the ground, you found a smile already on your lips from the laughter ripping through the small but cozy home, brightening the already lit walls. You watched as your boyfriend ruffled their hair and picked both of them up, carrying them into the kitchen where his mom and dad were still in the process of cooking.

“Taehyung!,” his mom said in surprise, dropping the plate she was holding up and wiping her hands on her apron to gather her son in her arms for the first time in a while.

“Hey mom,” he smiled, eyes watering just a little bit, but not enough to fall. After greeting everyone including his dad and little cousins, he grabs your hand and pulls you forward, introducing you and showing you off to everyone that gathered to see him come home.

“Uncle Tae, did you bring us anything like last time?,” a little girl that you remember as Taehyung’s niece asks, cheeks ablaze from how candid she realized her question was out loud.

“As a matter of fact,” he said thoughtfully before picking up the little girl and swinging her around, her high pitched laughter bouncing off the walls, “I did.”

Asking you to come with him, you follow him to the car trunk to reveal two big bags full of little gifts and trinkets. Leave it to Kim Taehyung to spend his money on everyone else.

“Love, aren’t you tired?,” you asked softly, taking on bag into your arms. You were convinced your boyfriend was an angel as he got off a 15 hour flight from Chicago to Korea, went straight to his dorm to pack, drove to pick you up, then embarked on a two hour drive to Daegu (which he refused to let you behind the wheel), then entertained his siblings, helped his parents in the kitchen, and still had enough energy to entertain everyone else.

“Yeah. Exhausted actually,” he laughed, “But these people, my family, I haven’t seen them in what’s felt like forever. I don’t wanna miss a single second of my time with them.”

You first witnessed it when the two of you went to an outreach program in June, the way his eyes would soften around the edges and his smiles came more naturally. You thought you were sure when he attended his first actual college lecture after all those years of online schooling, the excited demeanor to learn. But you weren’t sure. It was only until this moment, right now, as he set down the bags in the middle of the room and cheered along with the little kids while acting like Santa and calling out their names to give them their gifts, were you sure that you’ve seen it. Understood it, even.

Kim Taehyung and his beautiful soul.

In light of my love’s birthday, I did a thing :)

-M♡

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Blank Space - Chapter 12

Part 11

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Boys only want love if it's torture Don't say I didn't say, I didn't warn ya

Eighty seven. Eighty eight. Eighty nine.

What day is it again? He kept both eyes shut; it doesn’t seem to have any difference at this moment. All is pitch black, sunrise looks like midnight and the dawn appears like an eternity without any sheer of light. Last night, he has another weird dream, a term he agreed with himself to call it as a replacement for nightmare. It’s not frightening, it’s just odd.

In that dream he was standing in an undefined vast space full of shadow passing by and among those absurd creatures he caught a smile. Just smile, as if it’s floating on the air instead of belong to particular face. The smile was familiar for the Jinki in his dream. However, the sober Jinki could never tell who that is which stressed him way too far for a merely form of hallucination.

He stirred under the blanket. The uncomfortable weight of the mounds of cotton forced him to kick the poor duvet. Too heavy, it just flopped back to its position, only to irritate him even further. Palms pressed to his face, he wished the instant friction on the skin washed over the weariness.

But of course he could only wish.

Ninety. Ninety one. Ninety two.

There’s a slight crack on the wooden beams on his ceiling that he noticed just now. After he gave up and checked the life rotating around him. He then wondered, for how long the crack has been there. And how come it didn’t catch his attention before today? Random calculation of the bending moment and load combination suddenly came up inside his twisted mind, occupy the vacant space he’s been neglecting these past weeks.

He blinks, one and two. His vision’s projecting the same image, hypnotizing in a way, hinting a pinch of motion sickness as a precaution. The crack’s there, still, visually concerning, but seemed like it doesn’t bother the whole structure supporting the floor above. From down there, the crack is simply filling the gap, completing the entire system.

He wished the crack in his heart is as static as that. But of course, he could only wish.

Ninety three. Ninety four. Ninety five.

Distorted and obscure, that’s how everything’s pictured behind his closed back eyes. The timeline of his memory is jumbled, it’s patchy at the edge and fragmented inside and out. How it happened, he couldn’t tell. But how it felt, he had at least half of the dictionary to complain about it. About how unfair it is, about how agonizing it is.

One moment in life, he’s seeing how happy Gwiboon talked about his corny jokes which deadly annoying but actually helping her dealing with the pressure of the fashion week at the same time. Any other second, he went red when the fraction of his memory flashed, force him to dredge up how he screamed directly to her face like a mad man, asking what kind of joke she was pulling out. She said she desperately wants to spend their bubble together, a little longer, until the day turns week, and week turns months. Then again she also stormed out the room on the next day, all drenched and broken, mimicking the same hazard occurred inside his chest.

Gwiboon is more than a crush, more than a fling, more than a good catch he discovered across the field. He wished she wasn’t.

But of course, again, he could only wish.

Ninety six. Ninety seven.

Men can only wish, the sky, at the end, would be the one who decide was it worth to be granted or not. He spent a whole night in secluded beach, a hideout place he learnt from his grandfather, screaming to the far high sky, but the wound unfastened wider. At some point he admits, he was partly responsible. He wanted – and loved – the idea of a relationship, but terribly in fear for the actual relationship.

What’s bad for being in a relationship? You idiot, Lee Jinki! He cursed silently, for the thousand times already this week. That if he didn’t count words spilled out his mouth when he was unconscious.

Ninety eight. Ninety nine.

Jinki can list at least ten reasons in less than five minutes why he didn’t pull his ass together and man up telling Gwiboon his feeling instead dropping some barricade with the whole being-casual-and-let’s-not-put-any-label-on-it shenanigans. And out of those ten reasons, none of them because of something that Gwiboon did. Or feel.

After all, he has no heart to blame her.

Hundred.

***

It’s easy to put a mask around the house, especially with a father who’s that busy and a mother who recently found a new hobby in her flower arrangement club. Unfortunately, not when a little devil descendant like Lee Taemin is actually present.

Jinki is about to go out, suffocated inside his room and suddenly feeling skimpy with just helplessly cuddling his pillow. He finally charged his phone and took his iPod out from the dock. While the other family members are somewhere scattered between living room and the kitchen, he managed to take a very quick shower and put on some presentable clothes.

Today, he opted to pick brown-maroon sweater, attempt to distinguish his feeling after last week his Mom was complaining about all the black dirty laundry he piled up making her doubling the effort doing the laundry since she had to separate all those clothes to not ruin each other. He snatched pair of jeans carelessly and as if all the constellations are lined up to pinch a joke on him, it happened to be the cropped jeans Kim Gwiboon decided to put her magic on it a while ago.

“Do you like the idea of me making you clothes?”

Jinki looked up for just a second before focused back on the contemporary art book on his hands, “What does that supposed to mean? Sounds really domestic on my ears just now.”

“Oh, please. I just asked permission, like, is it okay if I spice up your wardrobe a little bit?”

“I don’t think I need any.. but if you insisted, then I guess it’s okay. Your hands wouldn’t do something disastrous anyway.”

“Good. Because I already did,” she handed him back the jeans she stole from his wardrobe few days before, “Your jeans are all the same and I noticed you kept wearing the same ones over and over again I almost sure if I assessed it a little bit more attentively I would find holes at some point. That’s boring and I don’t want my man’s boring. So give that a try and thank me later.”

He looked himself at the mirror, his eyes struck on both his ankle when the end of the jeans hanging with jumbled strain of threads, the vivid evidences that once, Kim Gwiboon existed in his dull life. To entertain his boring life.

Boring.

Yeah, maybe that’s why she left me, because I’m boring, Jinki thought.

He thought she would be forever, they would be forever, because finally Jinki thought he found someone who leveled very well with his obduracy without coercing themselves too far. Turned out, this time is not any different with the previous relationship that he head, got his hope high then spitted out back to the earth right on the top of rocky valley. Not like the thing he had with Gwiboon could be entitled a relationship anyway. He wouldn’t dare to call it that.

If only I could muster up some courage back then and just asked her out in a very proper way, I would feel so much worthier than merely a fuck buddy.

He pocketed the car keys, inhaled a very deep breath, practiced his auto-reply smile before exited his dungeon. And there he is, waiting by the corner of the breakfast island, the devious Lee Taemin who’s always up to roast his own brother.

“Oh, hello universe. The grad student is finally showed up! Congratulation!! We need to celebrate this very soon! Should I buy some champagne?”

Jinki kicked the stool where he sit furiously before poured himself a good amount of orange juice, the bright yellow liquid vanished in less than thirty seconds.

“I heard from your Mom, Buddy. Finally, you’re going.”

“It’s not in anytime soon, Dad. I just got accepted. Barely finish my final project here.”

“But you can still take the long distance single course for the first semester right?”

His father had been busy coming back and forth among Seoul, Tokyo, and London. There wouldn’t be any chance left for him to go through in his courting mode and interviewing his mother because the woman would shower him with the story of her new club before he could ask anything.

“Who told you that?”

“Your brother.”

He shot a glare to Taemin who stopped middle air from shoving a piece of taco to his mouth, “Don’t blame me. That man come to me with new pair of shoes, of course I surrendered.”

“That man is your father!” his mother slapped the back of his head which attained an annoying squeal from the youngest son.

“I am worried a little bit about you, Jinki.”

There’s a reason why his father now became a very famous attorney. His instinct works beyond human shield.

“Don’t be, Dad. I will be fine. It’s just too handful a bit now, with the final project, preparation, and also adjust the online course and everything.”

“If only you picked London, I have lots of acquaintance there who can actually help you.”

“That’s in some measure, the reason why I picked Chicago. Too many people we know in London, Dad, they might judge as well while stretching a helpful hand. Besides, it was my first choice since the bachelor but the beautiful lady over there was begging like a toddler seven years ago for me not to go there too early. I won’t give up my dream twice.”

Thanks to cousin Minjung and her obsession on NBA when they’re in the grade school. Whenever she visited, she gushed about this Chicago Bull’s to the siblings and triggered a very young Jinki to go to his father’s library and checking some books about the place along the Lake Michigan. Soon enough, he fell for the Windy City and dreamed to move and work as an architect there.

“And yet, see how stubborn you grew up into. So much effort I pulled to keep you grounded next to me. At the end you’d flee away still.”

“You better go sooner or she reenacted the same scene again, Buddy,” his father winked to him, knowing Jinki would be at least smiling on it.

“Roger that, Pops! I’m going!”

Taemin looks dejected on his seat, this is the first time since forever Jinki’s finally leaving his sanctuary that he’s witnessing and he didn’t even pay attention to him. Is he okay? Did he find another girl already? Taemin is way more worried than he used to be.

“Where?! For a date?! Why?! How?! With whom?! Why did you leave me here?! Why didn’t you say anything to me?! Dude!”

“Stop the commotion right there, Lee Taemin. I called Junghee this morning both of you are going with me to shop for my next club gathering.”

“Why on earth you called her?! And how do you know her number?! Mom!!”

The scene left Jinki shaking his head and chortling, somehow, a bit of pleasant feeling occupied his hollow core. That might be the one he would be missing so much when he’s alone abroad. However, the excitement of finally leaving all the traces screaming Gwiboon’s name whenever he turned is all that he can think about now and then. What a perfect excuse. He can’t wait to run away from every single memory of her in this house, this town, this time zone that had been hunted him ever since she asked him not to see each other anymore.

***

Jinki stood right at the check-out desk, dropped his favorite red bean buns and pulled out the wallet from his back pocket. The first thing greeted him when he opened it was the silly picture of him and Gwiboon they took one day at the photo box near Jinki’s favorite arcade because it was suddenly pouring hard. He still has no gut to throw it out because deep down he realized when he took it out, when he finally took it out, it means he needs to let it go everything and he hasn’t down for it any closer yet.

“That’s all?”

The question of the boy in front of him breaks the bubbles inside his head. Jinki’s eyes went pass him and caught the rack full of cigarettes behind. How tempting in so many ways.

“Yeah. That’s it.”

He opened the wrap immediately he stepped out the mart and decided to get his caffeine intake across the street. The café seems not that full, maybe I can still find some blind spot at the corner.

“Jinki?”

A calm voice intrigued his consciousness. He looked around for a while until a woman with short blonde hair is intruding his personal view more.

“Amber, right?”

“Yeah. I thought I called the wrong person.”

“How so? Do I look different with his hair?” Jinki jokingly pointed to his choppy hair. He attempted to cut it by himself last week since he didn’t want to go to his regular barber shop, the man over there would talk nonstop and that was the last thing he desired. The result as everyone can see, was beyond awful. Let’s just all be relieved that his hair grows in the speed of light.

“A little bit,” Amber chuckled seeing how his hair seemed done by a blind person, “But mostly because you look tired.”

Jinki laughed, but not really laughing, “Just woke up and drove here. Stay up late for the final project. How are you?”

Of course he lied, who wants to turn the situation into an awkward moment by blurted out how messed up they’re currently?

“I’m good! Quite busy at the studio but that means we’re growing. So I’m not really complaining.”

“Sounds great.”

Sounds annoying. Why can’t other people as miserable as me?

“Totally,” she looks very pumped and Jinki felt so bad for not reacting with the same level of excitement, “And how is it going with you?”

“Busy but not, bored but not, just.. so so.. you know?” Jinki snorted, tad nervous with such a simple question.

“Ah, I know.. it must be difficult for you as well.”

“As well? I thought the studio’s doing great. You’re going through something?”

Guess it’s a blessing and a curse at the same time having his personality. Being born Jinki, he can’t just ignored people’s feeling even though he knew he’s not in the current capacity to help.

“No, no, yeah, I’m great, studio, factory, all is well. I mean besides Gwiboon.. it must be hard time for you too, you know… with all this situation.”

Jinki doesn’t remember he told anyone what happened between him and the girl. Not even Taemin actually, but that kid was probably a CIA in his previous life Jinki didn’t find the necessity to tell him, nonetheless he would still just come up with some weird ideas to cheer his brother up.

Like the other day, suddenly stack of Mars appeared on his side of fridge – yes, he has his own territory inside that place because once their mother got rid of something belong to him, he exploded like a land mine. Or suddenly, chicken bucket greeted him by the corner of his desk when he came back home almost four in the morning.

But besides that, he kept everything inside. Not any single word of her came out from him after that day. She must have gone to Amber to unload her heart and narrate some stuff about them.

“What can I say?” He sent her small smile but it looks bitterer than the last pills he took for his migraine two days ago.

“I’m sorry, for both of you, really. It’s always hard to choose when it comes for this kind of crossroad, even a very smart one can be the most indecisive human being on earth. I was in her position before. In my case though, I was so much more hardheaded than Gwiboon, that way it was easier for me to leave everything behind. Gwiboon was still nice enough to think about other people around her. Her brother, you, and even her crazy parents who don’t even care. You may already know how hard her father is to his children.”

Hard to choose? Between what? Father? Why suddenly she brought up her father when Gwiboon herself never talked about the said man? Not even Jonghyun who had been friend with him longer than his sister.

“I still remember she ruck-sacked my office all tears and snots rambling about she doesn’t mind throwing herself under the bus as long as she can stay here and not being sent to the states. Poor girl.”

Sta—wait, what?

He thought he knew Gwiboon, this new found though, completely confused him to the staple. After a very quick self-deliberation, he decided to play along and stay chill. Jinki’s afraid Amber would realize she did something she’s banned to and just left the conversation hanging on the air while Jinki finally can grasp the whole portrait of the puzzle Gwiboon left behind.

“Ah she told you that?”

For Jinki that was a pure question, with a tint of hope Amber would leak some circumstances a little bit more. However for Amber, she heard that as a response of bemusement as if Gwiboon not supposed to tell anyone that and kept it only between her and Jinki.

“I am really sorry. She didn’t want to say anything at first, but I guess I was too pushy and it happened that she just couldn’t handle it by herself anymore. Her dre—“

Amber’s phone beeped before she could finish her sentence. She excused herself to check the message and immediately glancing to her wrist, unpleasant air’s very evident on her face.

“Jinki, it was really nice stumbled into you. The work is calling, though, so.. if you don’t mind..”

“Ah, yeah. Of course. Sorry I was holding you here. Thanks for the quick catch up.”

“You take care, okay?”

“I will. See you around, Amber!”

Within a minute, Amber already leaving the side of the street they were standing. Jinki felt the need of caffeine boiling inside him is just got tripled.

***

Jinki accomplished simple tasks by eleven in the morning. He changed his sheets, almost one months later – finally, his mother almost burn the filthy mattress together with it, he made himself a good cup of coffee and grilled cheese, and now started to make trial renders for his interior proposal of his final project.

He put aside his ego and locked it at the corner of the back of his head after he met Amber and of course a long drive to his grandfather graveyard only to eat two whole chicken bucket while talking to his headstone. He obviously earned very weird and awkward gazes from the other people who happened visiting their beloved ones but he didn’t mind even slightly, because at the end of the day he’s convinced, at least Gwiboon left not completely because him.

Another reason is because his professor sent him an email reminded him if he still desired to graduate by the next batch, he needs to submit 50% of the final material no later than the next week. Therefore, the reasonable part of Jinki strangled the overly sensitive and emotional self to the ground and chained him for their own good.

And of course the last part was only happened inside his head but who cares? He finally managed to control his adrenaline by eating one kilogram of avocado for each meal yesterday. Healthy or unhealthy, the people in his house could only judge. With the amount of obstinacy he owned, nobody’s able to change anything.

“Jinx, you got a package,” Taemin trespassed the door on ease knowing he’s currently having the upper hand in the house after seeing the effect of his tattle tale nature on Jinki, “Did you order something?”

“I ordered pork stew and some soondae two minutes ago but I don’t think it would come this fast and I’m pretty sure they came in different container.”

“Funny,” Taemin dropped the small brown box on his desk, “I went to the mailbox to check my shoes but I found it instead.”

“You do have some shoes fetish, don’t you?”

“So what can I do if Reebok just released its new classic edition? Sleeping soundly at night knowing thousands people out there sporting the goods while I can only dream about it? Do you want to see the world burnt? Hell no!”

Jinki’s taken aback with the sudden outburst he didn’t expect. Those shoes must cost him such fortune, he shrugged and reached the package.

“Who sent this?”

“How would I know?”

Jinki assessed the wrapper, it does have the stamp of the courier company, so it must be sent through mail. But oddly enough, they let this package passed with no name or address from the sender was written on it. And lately, he didn’t order anything besides food. Or taxi, when the other day Taemin was sneaky enough being an asshole by taking his car to go on a date.

“You brought anonymous package inside my room? How could you? Don’t go anywhere until I opened it!”

Taemin wasn’t planning to go out soon anyway, but the shrieking voice released from Jinki’s mouth was insulting his pride enough.

“What? Did Mom finally rub you off too hard? You sounded exactly like her just now! And it was just a ridiculous package! Might be from your fans who finally found our address!”

“Might be a bomb as well! If this one exploded, I’m taking you with me!”

“Did you even hear yourself? Who do you think you are? President? Prince Harry? Bruno Mars?”

“Terrorism doesn’t own GPS nor common sense!”

“Neither do you!” he dropped himself to Jinki’s mattress after he couldn’t find any leftover of candies Jinki used to have here and there on his bookshelf, “Who knows it would be just fans gift like before? And who knows you don’t want it and I got to have that?”

Jinki finally realized the reason why his brother not leaving immediately after he dropped the good. It can’t be bad, this one went through the courier company scanning system, the worst he could get is a stupid prank from someone or like Taemin said, a gift from admirer.

“But I haven’t been on stage since God knows how long!”

“Jesus Christ, just open it for crying out loud! I’ll do it if you’re too scared!”

Taemin’s this close ripping Jinki’s pillow into two. Snickered lowly, he started peeling the wrapper only to find a fine maroon box with silver band tied it together. Once the content peeking through the opening Jinki made carefully, eruption of emotion burst under his skin.

Safely kept inside the box, all the Polaroid photos Gwiboon had been taking when they were together, she obsessed with Polaroid and could take three pictures at a time. The amount of love floating from the piles started to suffocate Jinki. They were happy, it’s started and ended in a disaster but they were happy.

He picked one where both of them doing stupid faces, it was in her studio where they spent the whole night working on their own deadlines. 3 AM, with the best companion ever, that’s how she wrote below.

‘When Jinki being an architect’

‘I had enough for today’

‘Coffee time’

‘Look at meeee’

‘He said I’m cute in this one’

‘The sweetest bunny’

‘Jinki’s number :)’

‘Can’t help but being sloth to him :P’

‘Winter Project’

‘He gives the best hug’

‘His baby carrot fingers :3’

‘How the sun looks when he’s sleepy’

‘Mine <3’

She left her message in almost every picture. And the last one nearly breaks the guard on his eyes. Mine, he brushes her cute hand writings, bitter smile adorned his gloomy face promptly. It was him, lips all red pursing like baby penguin, looks like he was arguing something and she didn’t miss the chance to frame his upset state.

He doesn’t know her whereabouts, phone calls and texts he sent only reciprocated by the provider service messages telling him the number had been deactivated. Yet now, he received the only traces left of her, returned back to him, as if she tried getting rid the last footprints of him that she possessed. It’s saddening.

Jinki continued digging the pictures, grimace, smirk, smile, and frowns appeared one to another, enlightened Taemin – who kept his brother in check by the corner of his eyes – that it was some important package. One Polaroid however was purposely been stuck to the bottom of the box.

Gwiboon was smiling, so bright, angelic and mesmerizing, with Jinki glued to her side, nuzzling her cheek, grin splitting on his half face printed on it, so evident it hurts.

‘98258’

It stunned him immediately. Still in daze, the sound of Gwiboon’s voice mocking him and his fixation on oldie stuff is echoing so loud inside his head. That’s started with simple conversation of current fashion trend which brought back the vibe from 90s. One thing led to another, both of them spent the rest of the night in front of Jinki’s laptop checking how the youngster using beeper to send each other message back then. He was so excited when they found this website full of silly quizzes where you need to encrypt the hidden message behind those series of number. And of course Gwiboon was annoyed because most of the time, it was Jinki who’s able to guess it correctly.

Even now.

“Taem.”

“Hmm?” he tried to act as nonchalant as possible but his ears perked so bad, desperately want to know what his brother is going to say.

“How do you know you love someone?”

He cocked his head to the side, just to found Jinki looking forlornly to the small box, “How do I know I love someone?”

“Did I ask the wrong person?” Jinki let out dry chuckle to ease Taemin.

“Ha. You may say so,” Taemin puffed the sides of the pillow under his head, “This may sound so pretentious and would make you cringed at some point, but I guess, nobody knows, Jinx. It’s not weather that you could forecast, not something that obvious as if you look at your window and be like crap-it’s-raining-outside. It’s just… happened. Some are lucky enough to be more aware than the other. Some are just too oblivious until the end, until they had the urge to invent the impossible time machine.”

“And some are just too dumb and chicken out when they realized they’re in love.”

“Were you in love?”

Jinki’s eyes fluttered close to the question, “I am.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

Silence fell once again between the two. Taemin’s digesting still all the unexpected confession he just heard while Jinki now stared blankly to the pile of Polaroid spread over the surface of his desk. Recollection brewed inside his head, somehow he’s quite proud, half awe-struck half regretted, how they managed to have this much memory in a very limited time. Indeed, time is just a concept, it’s all relative up to the point you desperately need to stretch one slice of its epoch.

“Sorry, I was disappointing with my stupid try-to-be-poetic answer. Never been in love before, never expected I’d be, but one thing I can say to you because you’re my brother and even though we’re not twins we have this scary gene connection which is too similar and I bet twins would questioning themselves once they acknowledge this, if you found yourself relating random tiny detail to certain someone, you might as well go for it, then.”

“Is that what happened with you?” Jinki timidly asked, afraid that Taemin could proof further how he missed his chance by assuming he knew what’s the best for him and Gwiboon for these past months.

“Do you realize that the color of your wood structure is exactly the same color of Junghee’s eyes under the sun? Of course you don’t. So, yeah, more or less, that’s what happened with me.”

His eyes locked to one of the photo. Gwiboon was smiling on it, hair pulled up into his favorite messy bun, one shoulder exposed to the sun flares seeping through his window and touched the glowing skin on it. She looked so serene, the most beautiful he had ever seen, because in this one, he could see the genuine Gwiboon under those rumors, those pointed fingers, those make ups, pretty clothing, cynical comments and cold surfaces she put as masks. She’s the Gwiboon who he fell for.

And his heart clenched for he still vividly recalled how he convinced Gwiboon to let him took that picture of her the minute she opened her eyes, the girl finally gave up after he threatened her he would withheld her favorite shower sex. Worked like magic back then.

And worked like poison now once he realized it’s simply a painful memory left he held tight.

“Can you do me a last favor?”

“Sounds erotic,” he yawned and ready to slither inside Jinki’s comforter, “Both of us knew very well it won’t be the last, but yeah, shoot it.”

***

The house is painted dusted blue, huge window pane by the right far covered with light grey curtain from the inside, preventing people to peek on what’s behind the glass. The porch is not that big, but enough to accommodate couple of wooden chair with small concrete table. There’s no vehicle present in the carport, only an old skateboard leaned to the white wall separating the house with the neighbor.

Jinki nervously double check his phone, reciting the address written on the screen to himself, then make sure the number there is the same with the one placed on the wall.

He has never been here before, clearly. He licks his dry lips for the nth time this morning and glanced to his watch. Ten minutes late. Damn you bridge construction, he mumbled. He’s debating whether he should make a call or just go press the ring bell.

At the end, after another minute delaying himself like a sweaty anxious provincial exam taker, he opted to the second one. Vaguely, he heard someone’s approaching, and the door in front of him swung open inside. A familiar face greeted him with small nod and smile.

“Took you longer than I expected.”

“Well, need some time to make a peace with everything, I guess? I asked your number to Taemin just yesterday.”

“Come on in, then.”

“Thanks, Minho.”

***

cross-posted on my AFF couple weeks ago :)

This one is purposely written to center on Jinki, and the universe rolling around him. I am excited but also quite sad that the next chapter will be the last one. Thank you for reading and following this story. Hopefully, you like this chapter and the upcoming one as well! As usual, I only wish for your happiness wherever you are! Comments are always welcome! XOXO

P.S.: do you know what’s the beeper message mean? Let me know if you can guess! :P

Final

#onkey #het!onkey #onkey fanfic #onkey fiction #onkey scenario #jinboon #shinee fanfic

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alexnixlsen · 6 years

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— task .002

1. ARE YOU A WILMINGTON NATIVE? IF NOT, WHERE DID YOU GROW UP? TELL US ABOUT YOUR CHILDHOOD.

“I grew up in Santa Cruz in California.” Alex pondered the last part of the question wondering how deep he wanted to go into it all. He had a great childhood but a confusing one. One day his Mom was there and then the next she was gone and people were asking him questions and giving him the attention he hadn’t asked for. They moved from the big home by the sea to one of the properties by the vineyard and from then on it was just his Dad and his brothers. Sure, there was the odd woman or two his Dad would be dating but for the most part, it was just the four of them. “I had a fun childhood. Growing up on a vineyard, having all that space to roam and brothers to go adventures with -- it was pretty damn perfect.” A flash of sadness flickered over his brown eyes and he smiled, waiting patiently for the next question not wanting to dwell too long.

2. WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP LIKE WITH YOUR FAMILY? DO YOU HAVE SIBLINGS? A LARGE EXTENDED FAMILY?

As if they knew, the next question asked had been the one he hoped to avoid. “I have an older brother and a younger brother. So, yes. I do suffer from middle child syndrome,” he joked hoping that might suffice but everyone waited for me. Alex pulled at the tight tie around his neck wishing he had let Naomi check it over before he left, as she always fixed it so it still looked neat but wasn’t choking him to death. “I have two niece’s - one is twelve and the other is eight but I have a little nephew who is only like two. I don’t see him as much as I did the girls because of the business and just some family stuff.” He stopped himself there before he said too much, like how his older brother hasn’t spoken to him in almost a year all because of the family business. It stung Alex that the older male held that over him when it had nothing to do with him who his Dad put in his will. Alex had thought his brothers would care more about family than money but it he soon found out quickly that wasn’t the case.

3. DESCRIBE YOUR HIGH SCHOOL EXPERIENCE.

“Cliche?” Alex said through laughter, thankful for the lighter topic. “I was great at sports, popular and loved by the girls,” he could sense how cocky that sounded so held his hands up in defense. “I don’t know why that was because I was a little shit but they liked me. It was probably because I was the only sophomore over six foot tall,” he joked again trying to play down his popularity. “I was captain of the basketball team and that was my world like everything was about making it to college ball and then the big dream was the NBA.”

4. WHAT WAS YOUR YEARBOOK SUPERLATIVE? WHY WAS THIS SO?

“Shit, remember those things?” Alex asked cringing a little at the whole memory of it all. “I was ‘Most likely to become famous’ which kind of sucks, right?” He had hated it even back then. It was vague and stupid. It didn’t say anything about who he was as a person; smart, kind, funny, talented - nothing. It had actually made him mad back then but like always he hid it and wore it like it was a label to be proud of. “It doesn’t even say what I would be famous for, you know? That’s just a low blow like they couldn’t think of anything for me. That I had no redeemable qualities other than being popular.”

5. WHAT DID YOU DO AFTER HIGH SCHOOL? DID YOU GO TO COLLEGE? IF NOT, WHY?

“Yes, I had some scholarship offers but I chose UCLA. I wanted to stay close to home and I was hoping the coach had some connections with the lakers them being my team.” Alex’s face lit up as he reminisced about that time in his life when he had so much hope for his future. “And I’m not trying to brag but college was even worse than high school. If I was popular playing varsity sports, then I was a superstar playing college ball. It’s kind of crazy the way the other students treat the athletes. I loved it back then but looking back it’s kind of a liberty and not fair.”

6. WAS THERE AN EVENT IN YOUR LIFE THAT GREATLY IMPACTED WHO YOU ARE NOW AS A PERSON?

Alex let out a heavy breath with that loaded questions his mind reeling over the years. “Jesus, where to start?” Alex chuckled, eyes darting around the ceiling trying to construct an answer. “My Mom vanishing in the middle of the night fucked me up? And uh... I guess wasting my shot to make it to the NBA -- “ his voice cracks at that point but Alex clears his throat trying to hide it. “Yea, that hurt and uh just recently my Dad passing was a pretty big deal, like him leaving me the business and all that crap. That was a lot to take in and I think it’s changed me, maybe for the better.”

7. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE? IF NOT, DO YOU THINK THAT IS POSSIBLE FOR YOU IN THE FUTURE?

“Not that I’ve realized?” Alex asked almost naively and innocently. A lot of his commitment issues came from his childhood and not knowing what happened to his Mother. He had loved her and was probably closest to her out of all the boys but then she turned cold on him and his child self-didn’t know why and blamed himself. Baby Alex would do anything to win back the woman’s affection and nothing, then she was gone. Alex has always thought about that and it’s played on his mind and when he asked his Dad what happened the older man would get irritated and shout or he would ignore Alex, so soon he gave up. That’s why he’s always found it hard to let anyone in because he’s scared of that happening again and for as cocky as he is, he is actually very insecure and it’s why he stresses out about wearing the best clothes and looking his best and it’s why he can be OCD over little things. It’s a sense of control and it’s an armor that deflects people from seeing the real him, the shattered him. Alex realized he had zoned out for a little while as the confusing thoughts weighed him down and then he looked up and swallowed hard. “I never thought so -- not until recently but I don’t even know if that’s possible. I’m not good enough for her.” It was the first time he had admitted his feelings out loud for Naomi and it might not be love yet but she was the only person he could see himself having any hope of a future with and it was terrifying because he truly believed she deserved more than him.

8. WHEN WERE YOU BORN AND WHAT IS YOUR ASTROLOGICAL SIGN? DOES IT INFLUENCE YOUR LIFE IN ANY WAY?

“February twenty-fifth. I thought you all would have known what with my big ass party on the beach,” Alex quipped with a wide grin that showed his perfectly white teeth. “I think that makes me a Pisces? I don’t know... that stuff isn’t really my thing. I don’t even know if I’m right and if I am what Pisces even is or what it’s traits are.” He shrugged and chuckled lightly. Now that was out in the open he was sure one of his close girlfriends would fill in the blanks, who knows maybe Matt or Sion would too.

9. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE TIME OF YEAR? TELL US SOME OF YOUR FAVORITE ACTIVITIES TO DO DURING THIS TIME.

“I do like the holidays because I let myself indulge in all the bad food because I can hide the little winter belly I get with a big sweater,” he grinned. “But I do love summer. I a sun baby, I love the beach, love to surf and I love to go to a Dodgers game as the sun sets, like those are my favorite things. Everyone is happier when the sun shines I think - I know I am.”

10. WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN TEN YEARS AND WHAT DO YOU HAVE HOPED TO ACHIEVE?

At that question, Alex groaned and felt his body stiffen at the mere thought of being forty-eight and old. “Oh god, I’ll be a washed up middle aged nobody,” he joked and then sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t like to plan ahead. I’m a live in the moment kind of guy, so who knows. Maybe I’ll be married and have a litter of kids and maybe I’ll be dead.” With that said he shrugged. “I can’t control that.”

#wilmingtontask02 #ch: alex #i went pretty basic with my graphic #yolo #wilmingtontask

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rosesforkl · 6 years

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A Christmas in Space (ft. The Holt Siblings)

Merry Christmas @hattmolt !! I was your secret santa, and this is my piece! I hope you like it as i very much tried!

(p.s. I swear I was going to write some autistic Matt, but I ended up failing and didn’t want to offend anyone)

It was strange that Lance had convinced Allura and Coran to help him at least try to decorate for Christmas. But it had been a fun day for the paladins.

Everyone was helping set up for the small party they were going to have. It was last minute, but it was still going to be fun. So far they had found something put as the tree, and Hunk had already made some cookies.

Sometime during what seemed to be the afternoon, Matt came into Pidge's room, dragging many wires of what seemed to be Christmas lights. "Hey Pidge, what're you doing in here? Aren't you going to come out and join us?"

"Already came out, so that's not possible," Pidge joked. She added a wink for effect.

Matt snorted, dropping the lights in the doorway and going for the bed. "Very funny, Pidge. But seriously, come join us. Right now, Lance challenged Keith to see who can decorate cookies the best."

"Sounds like something he would do, and with Keith nonetheless," Pidge chuckled. She thought about it and came to the conclusion that Lance, would in fact, win this. She closed her laptop and put it to side. "So, what's with the lights?"

"I was put to decorate the halls, because apparently I've done nothing but eat cookies all day." Matt laughed, glancing at the bundle of lights in the middle of the doorway. He smirked and grabbed Pidge's hand, tugging it as he got up. "How about you help me put them up? Y'know, Sister-Brother Bonding Time?"

She snorted, but got up along with her brother nonetheless. It had been a while since she got some proper time with her brother. By a while, she means since they had been reunited.

"Do you want some lights in your room, like I know you already have the white ones, but these are colorful." He picks up the bundle and holds them to Pidge.

"Yeah, no thanks, I'm good with the ones I have."

"Hey Matt! What do you think?" Pidge holds up the plate with her decorated Christmas cookie. Her smile is big as she waits for her brother.

Matt, who was attempting to decorate his own cookie, looks over at his sister. On her cookie was a blue blob with two white dots. "It's...great," Matt says, attempting to be enthusiastic even though he had no idea what the blob was supposed to be.

"Really?" Pidge asks, taking her cookie and putting it on Matt's plate. "You can have it, it's for you!"

"Oh, okay, thanks." Matt offers a smile and waits for his sister to do something else before he continues decorating his own cookie. But instead, he just stared at Pidge, who just watched him. "OH, did you... did you want me to eat it now?"

"I mean, you don't have to! But it'd be totally cool if you did!" Pidge playfully punches her brother and laughs. She reaches over to the middle of the table and grabs another cookie.

Matt's smile becomes bigger and he looks at everyone else. He shares a look with Shiro, who simply smiles and shrugs.

As much fun as it had been to get to celebrate the holiday, the day seemed to drag on forever.

Everyone was either in the kitchen, or passed out somewhere close by. Except for Matt, who was aimlessly wandering the castle in search of his little sister. She had disappeared after a while without saying where she was going.

He was very much past the point of giving up, that he simply walked around. Pidge was good at hiding, she was.

"You look dead inside."

Turning around, Matt saw his sister with her mouth with cookies. "Where have you been?"

"The kitchen? With everyone else?" Pidge seemed almost as confused as Matt. "I left so I could follow you wherever you're going."

Matt gave her a blank expression. It couldn't have been possible that she was in the kitchen. Matt had made himself look like a fool when he searched everywhere in the room.

"Where exactly were you in the kitchen?" Matt asked, furrowing his brows in a mix of confusion and fascination.

"Lance dared me to hide in the oven, and I did. But then I couldn't breathe, so I moved under to sink," Pidge explained. She smirked as she watched her brother grow even more confused. "Surprised, aren't ya?"

"To think I actually got worried!" Matt exclaimed. He laughed though.

"Worried? Puh-lease! I'm a paladin of Voltron, Matt! If I can defend the universe, I can most definitely defend myself!" Pidge made the most heroic pose she was able to think of, feeling mighty and proud of herself. But she laughed the moment Matt did.

"You're so weird, I like it!" Matt ruffled Pidge's hair, smiling the biggest smile he could. "A defender of the universe, huh? I'm so proud of you, lil sis! Mom and dad would be too!"

Pidge smiled. "Hey, I gotta show you something, yeah?"

"Yeah."

It didn't take long for Pidge to drag her brother to her room. She had him sit on the bed and close his eyes. She even threatened him if he dared to open them.

After a minute, Matt was allowed to open his eyes. He was met with a box in front of him. It was wrapped... as best as possible, and there was a note on it reading To Matt, From Pidge.

"For me?" He asked, flipping the note over.

"Well, duh! It has your name on it!" Pidge exclaimed. She playfully kicked Matt's leg, who pretended to be hurt.

"It also has your name on it." He holds up the piece of paper to show her.

"Aside from the obvious To and From, touché. Now open it!"

He glanced up at his sister, who stood proudly in front of him. He chuckled and took off the note, putting it on the bed. He looked up again at Pidge, who seemed nervous.

After taking off the wrapping paper, Matt stared the the small brown box in front of him. He picked it up and gave it a little shake, "is there even anything in here?"

"Of course there is! I'm not selfish, Matt!" Pidge rolled her eyes and waited for Matt to take off the kid.

"Alright, alright!" Matt, carefully, took off the lid, bracing himself for whatever was in it. When nothing happened, he looked down, eyes widening.

"So, what do ya think?" Pidge asked, playing with hem of her shirt.

"Pidge..." Matt took out one of the pictures. He stared at it as if he didn't recognize the people that stood in it. "Where did you get here?"

"I kept them! Yeah, I kind of had to take them from the photo album, but I kept them!" Pidge sat next to Matt, grabbing another photo from he box.

"Is this why you've been weird all day? 'Cause you were going to give these to me?" Matt asked, looking at the rest of the photos.

"Well, yeah! At first it was because I couldn't think of a good gift to give you, but when I did... I thought you might not like it," Pidge explained. She looked down, focusing on the pictures instead of how Matt was staring at her.

"Pidge..." Matt made a sound, that Pidge would describe as a dying animal, as he hugged his sister with pure happiness. "Ah, Katie, I love it! Thank you so much!"

Pidge took a deep breath, "idiot! You're crushing me!"

"This means you have to give me something in return, ya know.”

#vldss17 #matt holt #pidge gunderson #katie holt #holt siblings #pidge #voltron #vld #Voltron legendary defender #lance #allura #coran #hunk #shiro #keith #fanfiction #christmas #i suck at writing omg #i feel like i made pidge too ooc but it's too late to change it now

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scoutshonours · 4 years

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t a s k : c h a r a c t e r a s k s .

💔 Have you ever experienced heartbreak?

As many dates as they have been on, only one true heartbreak stands out to them: "His name was Victor. We were seven. We never talked, but I watched him from afar, and he was a good football player. One day, I gathered up the nerve to pick him a flower. He ate it." At this point, they erupt into laughter. "I thought that meant he hated me, I was devastated!" As the laughter fades and they wipe away moisture that has gathered at the corner of their eye, they add, "But no, I had a girlfriend for a while when I was younger, we lasted almost three years, which is an eternity at that age, but it was a mutual decision. We just weren't compatible as partners anymore, so we went back to being friends, and we still talk here and there."

🎬 Who is your biggest celebrity crush?

"Oh, that's a good question… I feel like I'm generally drawn to older people, someone like Sandra Oh, like, someone who has their life together and knows what they want, you know what I mean?"

👫 Who would you put before everyone else?

"My parents." It's the only answer that makes sense to them: without their parents (and specifically the kind of parents they have been to Scout), Scout would be lost. If they weren't so busy all the time, they would feel a constant ache for home.

📱 What was the last text you sent and who was it to?

"Hm…" Scout whips out their phone and frowns down at it. "Depends on how you define 'text'. Does WhatsApp count? Messenger? Skype? Discord? Twitter? Snapchat? Instagram? You'll get completely different answers depending on how you define it. I guess I'll go with the last message I sent on any given app: I messaged the volleyball club committee group chat to remind someone to bring pens to the pub quiz tonight."

🎵 What was the last song you listened to?

"Staring at the Sun by MIKA, I really love his music, it's just fun and enjoyable, which is what music should be, I think."

💻 What was the last Tweet you posted to Twitter?

"Oh, I do social media for the Medical Society at uni, so I just posted a reminder for people to sign up for an event later this week; we have limited space available, so we really need people to respond ASAP. That reminds me–" They look back down at their phone and begin typing furiously, completely ignoring the person in front of them. A moment later, they lock their phone and look back up. "Sorry about that. Now my latest tweet would be a reminder for the pub quiz I just talked about. Our social media person has been really busy, so I've been helping out by posting for them. I'm on my phone anyway, I don't mind."

💤 What did you dream about last night?

They laugh self-consciously. "I don't remember, I usually don't, it's all blank. My mom says it's 'cause I don't get enough sleep, but I don't know."

👚 What is your favourite confidence-boosting outfit?

They leap up from their bed and stride to their closet, which they swing open. Within is a mostly warm palette of clothing. They grab a denim miniskirt, a pair of long, white knee high socks, and a yellow tank with a simple illustration of a bee on it. "It's pretty simple but I love showing off my legs and cutting my waist like that, and I feel like it's kind of flirty."

👟 What are your most frequently worn pair of shoes?

"I'd love to say my platform boots 'cause they're amazing, but they're not very practical when you have to go from a walk with the dog, to a lecture, to the library, to outdoor training, to the pub… yeah, I stick mostly to trainers in my day-to-day."

📷 What was the last photo you took of?

"My dog!" They grin and hold out their phone, which displays the animal in question. It is quite a dopey photo of a German Shepherd sleeping halfway in its bed, halfway on the floor. "She's so cute, I love her."

🛏️ What is your favourite sleeping position?

“Spooning with someone,” they say, half-jokingly half-seriously. “No, uh, on my side, you know, the classic foetal position. It’s comforting.”

🛁 What is your favourite shower gel scent?

“I like lemony scents, like that one yellow gel from Lush, it’s really nice.”

👜 What would you typically find in your bag?

“Depends on the bag.” They pull out two: one is a Kånken-like backpack in light blue, and another is a brown leather over-the-shoulder bag. “This one,” they pat the over-the-shoulder, “fits my wallet, keys, earphones, a water bottle, bandaids, a lip balm, hand lotion, and hand sanitizer. Whereas this one,” they pick up the backpack, “is for school days, so I can get all of that,” they gesture to the smaller bag, “in here, plus my calendar, my laptop, a change of clothes, a deodorant, a couple of school books, a notebook, and a pencil case. It’s a tight squeeze, but it fits. You’ve got to be prepared for everything.”

⛰️ Where is your favourite place to escape to when stressed?

They laugh as though the idea of ‘escape’ is a pipe dream. “I guess the internet? I don’t have time to find a magic garden or something, so I just scroll through social media and reply to messages from friends.”

📚 Which fictional character do you aspire to be like?

“Hm… I’m trying to think of someone who made the world better… Katniss Everdeen but nice?” They laugh. “You know, I don’t know. I don’t read much, and the TV I watch is mostly reality, if I’m being honest. Or home renovations, they’re really satisfying.”

🍷 What’s your go-to drink to order at a bar?

“Double vodka lemonade. It’s simple, quick to order and receive, and it tastes nice.”

🦴 Have you ever broken a bone?

“Oh, too many! I played a lot of sports as a kid, so I’ve broken my right arm twice, my left leg once, and my toes… I don’t even know. I chipped a tooth, too, if we count teeth as bone. That’s why I’m ambidextrous, by the way; my right arm was in a sling for most of third grade.”

💭 How do you want to be remembered?

“I spend a lot of time thinking about that,” they say, leaning back in their seat, “which I guess is kind of selfish, but I’ve only got this one life. I want to help people, both people living right now and people of the future. That’s why I want to be a surgeon, so I can help other trans folks and other people who want gender-affirming surgery. There’s also not a lot of research on hormone blockers or even HRT, so I’d want to at least help facilitate that kind of research. Also, facial feminization surgery isn’t usually available through the NHS, and neither are hair transplants. Oh, and some people want surgery without transitioning in any other way, and they’re completely left out of the conversation right now.” They laugh self-consciously. “That was a bit of a rant, but I’m really passionate about this. Everyone deserves to have bodily autonomy.”

❤️ How would you describe a perfect date?

“I love something a bit more out there than just a lunch date, although those can be very nice! But I’d love to go rollerskating or to an amusement park, something with an activity built in so you can create those kinds of memories together. But I do love a good meal and a talk, there’s nothing wrong with that!”

📓 How did your high school teachers describe you?

“Teacher’s pet,” they laugh, “completely. Teachers have always liked me, they like when someone puts in an effort - not that others didn’t, and not everyone can, but I think they’ve generally liked me.”

✨ How would you describe your aesthetic?

“Trendy? Hip? One of the cool kids? That’s what I hope, anyway, I like to look good.”

👪 Do you aspire to be like your parents?

“If I become a parent, I’d want to be a parent the way my parents are parents… That didn’t make much sense. Essentially, yeah, I love my parents and I think they’ve done really well, but I do want something a bit different in terms of professional life and whatnot. But I wouldn’t be upset if I ended up like my parents, they’re really nice people.”

☎️ If you were in trouble, who is the first person you would call for help?

“Depends on the kind of trouble.” They laugh. “I keep saying ‘depends’, don’t I? Well, it does! ‘Cause some of my friends are good with a screwdriver and a hammer, and others give really good advice for personal problems, and others would get up in the middle of the night to pick me up if I was somewhere unsafe. Actually, I think the last one applies to everyone, really, I’ve got tons of nice people around me, it’s great. But I guess if I was in an accident or something, I’d have someone call my parents, they’d be on the first flight here.”

⌚ What advice would you tell yourself sixteen year old self?

“Hm… I guess ‘remember to be kind to yourself’ is a good one. We could all use a reminder like that. And stop wearing infinity scarves, they aren’t cute.”

🐈 If you could adopt any pet, what would you choose?

“Another dog! A sibling for Laika. I’ve got my future house and pets sorted out already, in my head. I mean, Laika will live forever, so she’ll be there, and I’ll have two siblings for her, and maybe the house will be big enough for a partner, we’ll see.”

🍽️ If you could invite anyone, living or dead, to a dinner party, who would you choose?

“You know, I’m sad I never got to meet my mom’s parents. From what she says, they were nice people. My dad’s parents, too. I know they’re not on speaking terms with my dad, but if they had to accept my dinner invitation and show up, then maybe I could hear their side of things. Maybe I could help. I know my dad misses them, you can see it in his eyes.”

🌹 If you had to get a tattoo, what would you get?

“Oh, I have a couple already.” They pull up their sleeve to reveal a pair of lovebirds on their inner upper arm. “That’s my mom and dad. And I got this matching one,” they pull up their other sleeve, but only a fraction, to reveal an ornate flower design on their wrist, “with my ex, actually, when we were still together, but I don’t regret it; we’re still friends, and it’s a cute tattoo.”

💢 Have you ever been in a verbal or physical fight?

“Never. I don’t like fights, I think people have their reasons to do things, and if someone got hurt, you can talk it out. People aren’t evil, they just don’t think sometimes, or they’re uneducated. Either way, it doesn’t get solved with a fight.”

🎓 If you could change what you studied at school, what new subject would you choose?

“I’d love to say law, so I could still change lives for the better, but I’m not sure I’d have it in me to care enough about corporate law and all that to really excel. Same with politics. I guess neuroscience or psychology would be interesting, and you could still use it to help people. Like I think I’d be a decent therapist.”

#; tumblr is a hellsite that wont let me make this pretty #( task! * )#( the student! * )

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