#they living in my head 23/9 i guess

[bio-metal404]

Dead Family Remembers

#mega man gamma #mega man classic #mega man ra thor #my art #ironic what every megaman characters are born to die but these guys are pretty unlucky #they living in my head 23/9 i guess #now i imagine gamma being swapped with X lol #basically traumatized himbo #or hunk lmao #i imagine the family photo of Light and Willy:Left are Pretty Normal the Rights are Hella Chaotic

[breeloveschris]

Eyes Like The Ocean

Pt 2

Pairing: Chris x Reader

Summery: Just a girl on vacation at her beach house who meets a boy on the beach, what happens when she has to go back home.

Warnings: cussing, mentions of loss of a parent (briefly talked about)

Breespeaks: new series!! Eyes Like The Ocean. I hope y’all enjoy and I promise you guys this will be so much better then you’ll never understand, keep in mind, You’ll never understand was my first work ever.. lol anyways! Enjoy:)

I quickly made my way out of the cafe, and making a beeline to my car just wanting to get home already.

I’ve been working for the past 9 hours, and I just wanna take a shower and crawl in bed. Today’s already started off shitty when I was called into work on my day off.

Somehow in the first two hours of being at work I ended up spilling coffee all over me, I also had a middle aged man throw a whole drink all over my outfit.

All because there were no seats left and I wouldn’t tell people to move. Shame on me I guess.

I drove the 10 minute drive from work to my home, well Apartment. As soon as I got into my house I went straight to my closet grabbing a sweatshirt and some shorts.

I took a two hour long shower, I didn’t even notice the coffee all in the tips of my hair until I started taking off my clothes. It was an everything shower type of day.

As soon as I got out of the shower I went straight to my couch and turned on Bambi, my favorite movie.

I’ve been living in New Jersey since I was 8, I moved here from Boston Massachusetts. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss Boston, but New Jersey is also where my family is and I don’t know what id do without my sister and her husband.

My sister is 5 years older than me, She’s 23 with a husband and a nice house. If I look up to anyone it’s her, she has her life together more than our mother ever did.

Every spring we go to Cape Cod, we have a cute little family home down near the beach. Last year we didn’t get to go because Allies husband was sick.

We plan on going in two days, and if everything checks out we will be there. And let’s just say I’m beyond excited, I miss it there.

I was scrolling through TikTok when I got a FaceTime call from my sister, “hey Allie!” I said with a smile as I paused the movie. “Hey, I was just calling to make sure you’re still down to go” she said smirking as if I’d ever decline the offer to spend a week in Cape Cod.

“Girl stop playing, you know that I’m always down” I said getting up and walking to the kitchen, setting my phone up so she could still see me as I grabbed chicken nuggets from the freezer.

“Yeah.. I’m sorry about last year, he got sick so randomly.” She said with a frown, “it’s okay, we’re going this year” I said with a shrug as I threw the chicken nuggets in the air fryer.

“Whoop whoop” I heard Gavin shout in the background.

I laughed and shook my head as I put my elbow on the counter and leaned on my hand. “How was work?, you look like you’ve had a long day” Gavin said with a small laugh.

“Dude! This guy threw a drink all over me because I wouldn’t tell other customers to move” I said groaning, “wow, remind me to never work in the food industry ever again” Allie said laughing. I laughed and shook my head.

“I wasn’t even supposed to go in today, but they said since I won’t be here Friday I should go in for someone else so they can take my shift on Friday” I said rolling my eyes.

We talked for 2 hours, and as soon as we got off the phone I started the movie over so I could listen to it as I clean and lock the house up.

I went to bed as soon as I got done with all the house work, I turned my fan on high and went straight to sleep.

I woke up very early going straight to my bathroom to brush my teeth and brush my hair, I looked into the mirror and smiled “One more day” I whispered.

I walked back into my room sighing, time to deep clean this room so I can come back to a clean room. Right after I spend an hour on TikTok, I thought with a smirk as I jumped on my bed.

I’ve been cleaning my room for the past two hours when I heard a knock on my door, I furrowed my eyebrows not expecting anyone to come over.

I walked to my door and opened it revealing a bag of Taco Bell with a note stuck to it. I picked it up and walked inside placing the bag on the counter and taking the note off to read it.

“Don’t forget to eat, and make sure you pack bathing suits, I really don’t feel like shopping for some as soon as we get there cause you forgot <3 Allie”

I laughed and shook my head, I ran into my room picking up my phone sending a quick thank you to her. I walked back into the kitchen and ate my Taco Bell because I’ve been up for 3 hours and still haven’t ate.

After I got done eating I went into my room to change, I changed into a sweatshirt and sweatpants as it’s always cold in my apartment.

I started to pack pretty early because it usually takes me over 2 hours to pack, I’m indecisive as fuck.

It indeed took me two hours and 56 minutes to pack, but I got it done and that’s all that matters. I honestly just wanna go to sleep now so I can hurry up and wake up in the morning.

We’re leaving at 6:30 in the morning because we have a 5 hour drive and we want to make it there before lunch.. before all the tourists get there.

I don’t have many friends. I only have one friend, Alyssa. She lives in the cape, So I only get to see her once a year and we FaceTime through the year. It’s hard but we make it work.

I put on some random movie on as I started to deep clean the living room.

I was about 30 minutes into cleaning when I found an old picture. More specifically, a picture of my dad. Tears immediately sprung to my eyes, my dad was my best friend and the only reason why our family stayed together.

He was the best dad around for as long as he could be, he passed away when I was 16. Luckily my sister was already moved out so I was able to just go live with her instead having to get a hold of my mother.

I sighed and wiped my eyes, standing up and walking over to my mirror in the hallway and putting it with all my other pictures that littered my mirror.

I continued to clean the living room for another hour and a half. I finally finished, the only reason why it took me so long was because the kitchen is connected to the living room so I also cleaned the kitchen.

I took a shower and did my nightly routine before putting all of the stuff that I use in my bookbag, besides my toothbrush and hairbrush. I laid in bed for like an hour before actually drifting off.

I got rudely woken up by someone shaking me, I gasped and jumped back. I opened my eyes wide to look at my intruder, just seeing my sister.

I groaned loudly and threw my pillow at her face, “you bitch” I said rubbing my eyes sighing.

“Always sleep with one eye open baby sis, I don’t understand how you still get scared when you know I have a key” she said shaking her head. “Well usually you don’t come in here shaking me like a damn earthquake” I said glaring at her.

“Girl, put a smile on your face. We’re going to the cape!! Oh by the way Gavin has already taken your shit to the car” she said with a laugh, “Allie!! I needed to put my toothbrush in my bookbag” I said throwing my head back.

“Stop yapping and get ready, I wanna leave” she said dragging out leave. I roll my eyes and get off the bed as Allie left, probably to rummage through my snacks.

I go to my closet changing into a pair of sweat shorts, and a cropped baby pink tank top. I went to the bathroom and brushed my hair and teeth, bringing both brushes and my toothpaste out into the living room.

As soon as I walk in the living room I see Gavin and Allie sitting on my couch talking, I coughed showing that I was there. Gavin whipped his head around and jumped up running over towards me, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and spinning me around.

We all busted out laughing as he placed me back to the ground. “Dude your gonna give me a headache and I haven’t even been around you for more then 10 seconds” I said with a laugh.

“Hey! That’s very rude.” He said pouting, “boohoo, can you hold this” I said as I pushed what was in my hands to his chest which he grabbed.

I turned around immediately and started walking to my room, “what the fuck am I supposed to do with this Y/n?!” he said with raised eyebrows. I just shrugged and flipped him off over my shoulder.

“Go put it in the car Gavin” Allie said with a laugh, I turned around and pointed at her “ding ding ding” I said with a smirk.

I turn back around and walk through my door, walking back into my closet I grabbed a pair of socks and my white Nike platform tennis shoes.

We made our way to the car after locking up my apartment and grabbing the things I didn’t pack before because they were still in use.

When we got to the car I hopped into the back groaning and jumping back out. “What?” Allie asked as she climbed into the drivers seat, “I forgot my blanket” I said as I turned around running up the stairs back to my apartment.

I got my blanket and even brought a pillow because it’s a 5 hour drive and I’m hoping to get some sleep.

We were an hour into the drive when Allie and Gavin wanted to switch because Allie didn’t feel like driving anymore, I’m assuming, I don’t really know because I have my headphones on blaring some old lil skies.

We made it to the beach right at 11:40. I yawned and rubbed my eyes, “get up loser, we home” Allie said from the front. “Bitch I’m awake” I said shaking my head with a laugh, “yea bitch she’s awake” Gavin said from the trunk making me and Allie whip our heads around.

“Gavin!” Me and Allie both said at the same time which made us all fall over laughing.

I opened my door with a big smile and breathing in the salty air with closed eyes. “Oh how I’ve missed you” I whispered, “oh hell nah, don’t you start that shit” Gavin said shaking his head and moving his finger side to side as to say no.

“Dude shut up, I’m talking to my favorite place” I said as I held up a hand towards him. I turned and looked at the beautiful beige, one story house, my smile only growing.

“Allie! Gimme the keys.. right now!” I said turning to her, she tossed them to me and I made a bee line to the door only stopping to get my bags from Gavin, I’ll get my stuff from the car later.

I ran my fingers along side of the fingers as I walked towards my room. I walked into my room seeing everything was exactly how i left it.

I opened the balcony door that was in my room and stepped out, the weather is so nice, probably like 85 degrees.

I was just looking out at the ocean from the balcony, I never wanna leave this place.

I felt hands on my shoulders which made me jump and gasp turning around quick, seeing Allie. “If you don’t stop fucking scaring me” I said rolling my eyes.

“My bad, I just wanted to see if you wanted to go down to the beach with me. Gavin said he didn’t want too because “he’s tired” but I really want too” she said holding her hands together like she was begging me.

“Girl bye, you had me at beach” I said smirking, she yelled out a loud “Yahooo” I punched her arm and pushed her inside. We were laughing so hard that Gavin came in and looked at us like he just saw a ghost which made us laugh harder.

Allie left my room so I could change, I changed into a cute blue floral bikini that showed my little sun tattoo just on my hip. I threw my phone on the bed as I walked out of my room.

We walked down the cute flower trail we have in the backyard leading to the beach.

We made it to the beach with huge smiles, it wasn’t that crowded at all, our favorite. We looked at each other and smirked “Last one in has to pay for dinner” I said as I dashed towards the ocean. “Your cheating?!” Allie said running after me, I just laughed as I jumped in.

I came back up and looked around me to find Allie, I couldn’t find her anywhere until I felt arms around my shoulder as I was getting flung back under the water. I came back up laughing and looking at her “you bitch” I said shaking my head.

“That’s your favorite word today huh?” She said laughing, I just shrugged “maybe” I said with a smirk. She just laughed and shook her head.

I sighed and looked around trying to see if I could see any familiar faces. I ended up locking eyes with a boy who looked around my age, he had the prettiest eyes, he has eyes like the ocean that’s for sure.

He smirked and waved, my cheeks went rosy as a small smile spread across my face, he looked away a few seconds later. I hope I see more of him.

“Y/n!” Allie whispered as she pushed my shoulder, “what?” I asked as I turned around. “That dude was totally checking you out” she said as she nodded her head in his direction, “no, he was just being polite, I was looking first” I said shrugging.

“Bro.. catch a dick or something” she said smirking, I gasped “Allie!!” I said pushing her under the water. She came up laughing, “live a little, you’re only 19” she said smiling. This trip is gonna be so much fun.

Breespeaks pt 2: phewwww she’s a long one hehe, do we like it? Are we excited?? Idk about y’all but I’m fs excited. Also if you’d like to be tagged in this series please comment here

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[kanmom51]

JM's Production diary Documentary

And Live 23 October 2023

So, I don't know how to do this.

Write about JM's documentary separate from his live.

Write about the two without being all over the place.

Because not too much happened, and yet so much did.

So, where do I start? How do I get through this?

At this point I have so many ideas running through my head for posts, so much so that I'm not sure just yet how this post will work out, given that everything intertwines.

I still have JM's previous live to work on as well. Yeah, kind of overwhelmed at the moment.

I guess I will just get on with it, but I do think that more than likely there will be things I will either save for another post or two or three, or forget something (that I can guarantee) or just post on repeat, cause some things we just cannot get enough of.

Let's talk about the documentary a bit.

We got to see the process of JM creating his songs. How they would start with the idea, the narrative. Then the melody, instruments and the vocals and then the actual lyrics.

JM's musicality, his talent, his creativity all showcased.

We also got to see just how nice Pdogg is. How much he loves JM, how respectful he is to him, not to mention how talented he is himself. As a matter of fact, the whole team that worked with JM were super nice and talented and they just all seemed to be having a good time, even while working to the bone.

Oh, and how none of them actually knew English, lmao.

In the documentary we were shown how JM and Pdogg chose the quote from the movie to use in the song. Only that it wasn't the one they actually used in the song itself. And that is because, as JM revealed to us in the live, they picked it without knowing what the characters were talking about, picking a convo between the characters that sounded nice to them at the time, something that would suit the song. All while the two characters were actually talking about a visa, lol. And JM, well, he found that super funny (which truthfully, it really is), so he repeated it a couple of times.

We also saw RM in the documentary sitting down with them talking about writing lyrics. Only for JM to share with us that:

Which JM found to be very funny. I guess now it is, but back then... not sure he shared that same sentiment, lol.

He kept on laughing about him being an idea bank, lol. It's ok to acknowledge your genius, man!!!

Hobi and then Jin show up in the comments while JM is watching the documentary. And I was surprised at that point, given that I really did think JM wouldn't be doing this live, that it would have been pre-recorded. But it wasn't, and thank god for that, cause we all know what happened later on. Less than 1.30 minutes out of an almost 2 hour live, but gosh, what a 1.30 minutes they were, lol.

Anyways, Hobi shows up and JM goes all shy and even stops playing the documentary telling him to leave, that he won't continue playing until he does.

Guess who won that fight, lol. Hobi, of course. JM gives in and continues, once in a while saying they will go away at 9 pm (Jin came in to say that there is some kind of something military related, lol).

Letter

Yes, let's actually start with the name of the song.

Cause for some reason, although they all talk about the song using the word pyeonji (Letter), all while the translation is Dear.Army. Like what the actual fuck? Why would they do that?

Well, we kind of know, don't we?

Someone (cough Hybe cough) is working super hard to cement the song is for the fans.

Please tell me, if this was a song completely meant for the fans, why this incessant need of the company to sell this to us? Why change the name of it in the fucking documentary, while JM and the others are literally saying the word "letter" translating it to "Dear.Army"? There is only one answer I can think of here. And you know exactly what that answer is.

I'm not going to go back to all the reasoning as to why this is way more than a song for fans, I feel like we've discussed this ad nauseam. I will only say that NOTHING we saw in the documentary contradicts what we think about Letter.

You can see, throughout the process how emotionally tasking the song is for JM. And yes, a song for ARMY could be emotional, I mean both JM and JK have immense love for ARMY, and we've seen JK burst into tears talking to army or about army, JM getting very emotional himself. But this, this was more. There are moments there when you can see the anxiety just bursting out of JM.

This song was just MORE.

Especially when you take everything you see in the documentary, JM's state of mind, his words, his behaviour, and add it all up with the lyrics, even more so the missing lyrics. Would be hard to explain how "dongsaeng" fits into "this is a song for army"... Add it to the hidden track. But not only it being a hidden track, it's a hidden track only on the physical CD. Not the digital CD. So, no streaming. A track for Army, for his fans, that not all of his fans get to hear freely? A track for Army that, hmm... maybe wasn't supposed to even be in the album?

We got more than 2 seconds of JK. That's worth a mention too, no?

When I saw this I was: fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Cause, no way under the sun, yes, pun intended, that this was about ARMY.

Army was NEVER REFERENCED AS THE SUN BY ANY OF THEM.

NEVER.

You know who was?

The level of emotion we see from the two of them throughout the process... this was so personal.

I rewatched it again today before writing these lines. It's JK's body language, it's JM's body language, it's JM going in to cup JK's face when telling him he wrote a fan song, and JK's reaction.

Dare I remind you that "Still with you" was classified by JK as a "fan song". Dare I remind you what our sentiments about that song are? Yeah, a fans song.

And I will remind you, not that you need the reminder, who happened to state for all of us to see that he was JM's fan. Happening to do so during JM's promotions of Face and before JM's Face Live, which I do not think was a coincidence AT ALL.

They are just precious. What else can I say?

There is this as well.

Also, I don't think I'm the only one seeing this. JK at the end going in for a hug, but JM, reaches out for a hand shake and a bow.

He bows.

Twice.

Now, the not going in for a hug could be one of two with JM. The first could be that it was too emotionally charged and that hug, in front of the cameras, will just be too hard. Too hard not to show the emotions. Too hard to break off.

Or, the second could be that by doing this, bowing the way he did do JK, he was showing us, the spectators, just how profoundly thankful he was for JK, and for his participating in the song.

Now that I think of it there could be a third reason. Which would be the combination of the two.

You know what I also noticed there?

That JK didn't bow back.

So, that's more or less what happened with them in the documentary. Not too much talking, when there is it's subdued, understandably so, given this is all done in front of the cameras. But, there is an undertone of emotions there.

Oh, and did I mention we see JM wearing the very important, at the time, necklace throughout the documentary? On that day of recording as well.

And happy little coincidence them wearing the black and white bucket hats? Lol.

Ok then. By now we all know that JK joined the live. And he does it exactly when they started letter. Quelle surprise. Quelle coincidence. Or was it?

Observations:

JK is too skinny. JM thought so too all while grabbing his tiddy.

JK is really tired. Said he was practicing. Eyes red. He needs to eat and sleep.

JM was genuinely surprised by JK's appearance. Th way he lights up, he was surprised and giddy and excited, his whole body movement, practically dancing in his seat with glee.

JK walks in holding his right hand in place. At first I thought maybe it was injured or hurt or unable to move, a cramp maybe, like the ones JM suffers from at times. But later on it looked like there was nothing wrong with his arm. So was that his way of holding himself back? Restraining himself? Containing himself?

JM signals for JK to talk into his mic,

Pulls the mic up forward away from his chest, and as JK comes closer he lets it go and leans back for JK to move in.

And JK, well why? The mic is right there. Why does he lean in lower? To say hello to Army? Talking to JM's what? Not the mic, that's for sure...

There did not seem to be a chair there next to JM when the live started, and when JK was leaving JM had him take a chair with him. So, as JK came into frame were the staff assuming he's going to be joining JM for the rest of the live? Also making sure to hand him a mic?

And then, JM asks JK "why did you lose so much weight?", all while reaching out his arm, and JK moves forward towards him, and you can see JK's eyes moving down to JM's arm all while JM just goes for JK's chest. Just going straight for the grab.

And JK, he loses it for just a second.

Sniff, gulp, giggle...

And we are back.

JK laughingly tells us he just practiced. But kind of still dumbfounded I guess.

And then I think JM came to as well (you know, awakening from the aftershock of his own actions, lol) and tells JK "time to go", or more so "get the fuck out of here as fast as you can and take that chair with you while you're at it, cause if you don't leave now I'm going to jump your bones right here right now".

Ok, so maybe he didn't say those words exactly, but that was the sentiment, lol.

JM apologises. Thrice.

For sending JK on his way.

And we get the hug. One of those Jikook in front of the camera hugs.

And again JM rushes JK to leave, smacking his butt while he's at it.

JK grabs the chair, tells JM to enjoy watching with Army and tells us he loves us on the way out. And JM sitting there watching JK, giggling, smile plastered on his face, waving by. But that isn't the end of it.

Because as JK leaves JM follows him with his gaze, until he waves him goodbye and only then gets back to the documentary.

And this is when we lost JM for a few minutes there during that part of the documentary, and even more so when JK was on screen singing or during their interactions.

And we also got this reaction to their hug.

What was going through your mind at that moment JM?

After JK leaves there is not too much left until the end of the documentary. And then we have a JM giggles attack. And the man is telling us he's laughing about balloon placements, but seriously, do we really think that's it?

And yes, JM was as always his own shy self while going it alone, and yes, he was finding it hard where to go with the live once the video was over, but this was just more than just plain embarrassment or shyness.

Could there have been someone there waiting for him? Someone that has that kind of effect on JM perhaps?

I don't think JK was there the whole time. He really did leave when JM was waving him goodbye (if he hadn't have left JM wouldn't have been able to get back to the documentary the way he did). But possibly, very possibly, lover boy went to shower and came back in time for JM's ending.

JM tells us during that giggle attack that he will post a pic of the funny balloons only to later post a pic of 19 balloons, the ones in the front shaped like an S. And why do I feel like that was JK's doing? The S shaped balloons...

Clearly the balloons were not placed that way at first.

Someone did this. Question is which one of them. The S, the 19, not a coincidence.

I guess that's it for this post.

Like I mentioned, I know I probably forgot stuff, and there will probably several posts to follow.

But I just needed to get this one out there for you guys. And I guess we'll add on as we go (especially seeing that I've reached my image limit here, as usual).

To sum this up.

WOW!!!

#Jimin #JM #JM's Production diary #JM's documentary #Jikook #kookmin #Minkook #Jungkook #JK #Jikook Letter

[ladykailitha]

Royal Pain Part 27

Just two more chapters to go. The end and a short epilogue.

Here we have more communication and the girls threaten to murder Eddie if he leaves Steve sad again.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8 Pt 9 Pt 10 Pt 11 Pt 12 Pt 13 Pt 14 Pt 15 Pt 16 Pt 17 Pt 18 Pt 19 Pt 20 Pt 21 Meta|Pt 22|Pt 23|Pt 24|Pt 25|Pt 26

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Steve and Eddie curled up on the sofa that must have been older then they were put together. But Steve didn’t care. He was wrapped up in each other’s arms.

“Was that the reason you were angry all the time when you called?” he asked gently.

Eddie sighed. “Shit, I didn’t realize you were picking up on that. I was trying to keep upbeat and happy for you.”

“Babe,” Steve said, nuzzling their noses together, “I want to hear about the good and the bad. If you’re upset I want to know. I was so scared you had found someone else and didn’t know how to tell me.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. His first thought was to argue that he would never! But thankfully a second voice in his head, which sounded suspiciously like Wayne, prevailed. Steve didn’t know that. They had barely confessed to each that they did love each other, that they did want a relationship before the whole thing with Metallica fell in their laps. There was no way for Steve to know that.

He gathered up Steve in his arms and pulled him close. “I was angry at myself because I knew I was going to chose you. Because I love you more than I love the thought of fame and fortune. And that scared me how easy it was to chose you.”

“Especially since you knew I wouldn’t do the same?” Steve asked softly.

Eddie kissed the top of his head fiercely. “No, baby, because I knew you shouldn’t have to chose between your dreams and mine. Because I lived my dream. I can honestly tell people I toured with Metallica.”

“Aren’t you worried about what people are going to say when they ask you why you don’t tour anymore?”

“I tell them what I told everyone today,” he murmured. “That touring was too stressful and that it took me away from the people I loved.”

Steve kissed him tenderly on the lips. “Okay.”

Eddie tilted his head. “Just like that?”

Steve nodded. “I guess I just needed to hear you say the words. I believe you, Eds.”

Eddie hugged him tightly. “Bloomington isn’t that far away if we decide to take the deal. We’ll still see each other. Especially on the weekends and on the days you do my tattoo.”

“You still want me to finish it?”

“Of course I do, sweetheart,” Eddie whispered. “I have the whole fucking members of Metallica following me on Instagram to see the final product. I wouldn’t want to disappoint the biggest metal band of all time, now would I?”

Steve giggled. “Yeah, okay. I’ll finish you’re tattoo.”

They kissed again.

“I’m not sure it would work,” Steve began, “but since you guys still need to practice for your weekend gigs, and since you’ll already be in town on Tuesdays and Thursdays, have those be your practice days and then be in the studio on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.”

Eddie blinked. “I’m mean gas would be killer, but yeah, I think it would work.”

“And since Hawkins is in between Bloomington and Indy, you’d get to see Wayne more...”

Wayne walked out of the kitchen where he had been steadfastly trying not to eavesdrop. “If I didn’t like you enough already, Stevie, you’d be my new favorite person besides Ed.”

“Who is it currently?” Steve asked with a grin.

“Claudia Henderson’s pecan pie.”

Eddie and Steve laughed.

“Steve already is my favorite non-family member,” Eddie said kissing Steve on the cheek with a huge smacking noise.

“And how does Jeff feel about that?” Wayne asked with a chuckle.

“We already decided that Royal Pain employees and Corroded Coffin members count as family and not friends,” Steve said with a fond smile.

Wayne smiled back. “You’ve certainly got a good head on your shoulders, Stevie. Be good to each other, yeah?”

Steve and Eddie nodded.

Eddie turned to Steve. “You going to be staying tonight?”

Steve nodded again. “Yeah, I just have to be in at ten to open shop. I’ve already pushed back so many clients in the last couple of months, I really can’t do that again.”

“Robin get some grumbling when she rearranged your schedule for this?” Eddie asked, sitting on the sofa so that he he could prop his elbow up on the back of it.

“Vickie too,” Steve said with a nod. “She got so flustered on a couple of them that Robin had to take over.”

Eddie winced. “Yeah, you really shouldn’t miss anymore days, then.”

Steve leaned forward. “I’ll tell you what, if you’re good and get me to work on time, I’ll show you my new tattoo when you come in to do yours.”

Eddie lit up. “You have a new tattoo? Where?”

Steve tapped the space between his hip and side on his right leg.

Eddie licked his lips. “Yeah?”

“Yup,” he said with a seductive grin. “So how about it, Eds? You get me to work on time and you get to see my new tattoo?”

“Deal.”

Eddie stuck out his hand and Steve shook it.

“You boys have both had a long day,” Wayne said. “You should hit the hay, I’ll wake you up before I go into work, okay?”

Steve and Eddie agreed and got ready for bed, Eddie lending Steve a pair of sweats to sleep in.

Eddie took a moment to appreciate his boyfriend’s broad chest and tight abs. Both dusted with thick hair. He licked his lips slowly.

Steve caught him looking and laughed. “No fair trying to get a peek at my tattoo before you fulfill your half of the deal.”

Eddie pouted. “Just a little taste?”

“Come to bed you menace,” Steve said with a big smile.

Eddie scrambled into the bed and Steve took the other side. They wrapped up in each other’s arms and sighed happily.

“I’m happy you’re here, darlin’,” Eddie murmured.

“Me, too, sunshine,” Steve agreed. “You make me happy when skies a grey!”

Eddie poked his ribs until he squirmed away, giggling. “Sap!”

Steve kissed him, hot and searing. “So are you. Mr I wrote dozens of songs for you on the road.”

Eddie blushed. “Whole songs, too. Lyrics included. The boys knew I was missing you. Of course they did. They heard the songs I was writing. But I don’t think they knew how much until I told them today.”

Steve kissed him again. “Saturday night, you and me. After your gig, my place. I’ll make dinner. You sing me sappy love songs and I show you my tattoo.”

“Sounds good, baby.”

Soon the room was filled with the soft sounds of two people wrapped up in each other, like there was no one else in the world.

*

Eddie dropped Steve off at his apartment to get a shower and change clothes with promises that he would see him that afternoon.

So when he walked into the shop at nine with a spring in his step and smile on his face he didn’t blame Chrissy and Vickie for thinking he had gotten laid.

Steve laughed. “No, but we talked and we’re still going to take it slow, and see wait happens.”

“Lame!” Erica said, rolling her eyes. “You so lame.”

Steve eyed her. “Yeah and what’s your boyfriend’s name?”

Erica’s jaw dropped.

Chrissy pounded her palm on the counter. “Oooh...”

“Whatever!” she said and stomped back into her henna parlor.

“She’s eighteen,” Steve said with a shrug. “She’s got time.”

“Brochacho!” Argyle greeted as he came in, just behind Steve. “You made it back in time. Little Birdie was concerned.”

Robin squawked from her perch behind the counter. “What! I was no such thing!”

Chrissy tilted her head and raised an eyebrow.

Robin blushed. “I may have been a little worried when you weren’t home by the time I left for the shop this morning.”

Steve waved hand over himself. “As you can see, showered, changed, and ready to go tattoo people’s poor life choices on their skin.”

They all laughed.

Chrissy pinched his arm on her way back to her room. “It’s good to see you smile again. And if he does that again, I’ll murder him. Got it?”

Steve nodded.

Argyle went to go setup Steve’s kit and left him alone with Robin.

“I’m with Chrissy, by the way. No one would find his body.”

Steve smiled. “Well, then you’ll be happy to note that the reason he was freaking out wasn’t because he was going to leave me for fame and fortune.”

Robin raised an eyebrow. “Oh, then why was he freaking out?”

Steve leaned on the counter. “Because he was going to leave fame and fortune for me.”

Her eyes went comically wide. “Seriously?!”

He nodded. “He said that the decision was so easy that he had to really think about it and make sure that’s what he wanted.”

Robin whistled long and low. “Now that’s devotion.”

“It really is.”

“So...” she said grinning slyly. “Has he seen the tattoo yet?”

He laughed. “Nope. I needed to make sure he was going to let me come into the shop today so I told if he got me here on time, then he can see it.”

“Yeah, that’s fair.”

Steve smiled. “He’s actually going to be coming in for his appointment today, too.”

Robin gasped and covered her heart with her hands. “What a shocker! That he wants to see you after not seeing you for three weeks!”

He swatted at her. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it. He’s head over heels in love with me and I am just as smitten as he is.”

She smiled at him fondly. “I’m happy for you, dingus.”

“Me, too.”

She laughed. “You’re happy for yourself?”

Steve grinned. “Hell yeah I am. I’ve got a hot boyfriend, the bestest best friend in the world, and a shop I’m proud of, why shouldn’t I be happy for myself?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Robin said waving him off. “I’ll call you when your first appointment gets here.”

“Love you, Chamberlainne,” Steve said, using her Royal Pain nickname, causing her to make a face.

“Argh,” she huffed. “There just aren’t any good names for the power behind the throne and still being a woman.”

Steve laughed. “Sure there is. It’s called the queen.”

Robin laughed. “Or even higher, empress!”

“Empress!” Steve crowed. “There we go. Empress Robin, the real power behind the king of Royal Pain.”

“And don’t you ever forget it.”

He kissed her cheek. “Never.”

As he walked back to his tattooing room, she watched him go with growing fondness. He really was her person.

****

Part 28 Epilogue

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They end up watching Casablanca thanks to Robin bringing the VHS over. For the majority of the movie, it’s not a serious watch at all; they’re all happily talking over scenes, slapping each other’s hands away whenever one of them gets too close to another’s pizza order.

It’s comfortable, like they’ve known each other for years and years: instinctively able to tell whenever someone’s wrapped up in the movie and falling quiet accordingly, before launching back into chatter again when the moment’s passed.

Eddie silently entertains himself with imagining how he would react to all of this only a few months ago—not the whole alternate dimension related horrors, just the fact that he’s having a ‘Casablanca impressions contest’ in Steve Harrington’s living room, in which Robin Buckley is beating him soundly.

“Steve,” she says, still in Rick Blaine’s drawl, “I gotta ask you something.”

It seems like Steve can’t hear her, but Eddie knows it’s an act when he briefly presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing.

“Oh, sorry,” Steve says, exaggeratedly turning from the T.V to Robin, “it’s like he’s in the room with us.”

Robin throws a cushion at his face. Dropping the voice, she says, “I forgot I didn’t bring anything to sleep in.”

This time Steve doesn’t try and conceal his smile, though he does turn to Eddie, mouths bullshit.

Eddie hides his laugh with a well-timed bite of pizza; Steve keeps smiling like he saw it anyway.

“Sure, go ahead.” Steve gestures upstairs with a nod of the head, sighing like it’s a chore. “It’s not like you do this every damn time.”

Robin jumps up in triumph. “Steve,” she says, the drawl returning, “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

Steve throws the cushion back at her; she dodges it with an uncoordinated leap before bounding upstairs.

“She thinks I don’t notice whenever I’m missing a shirt,” Steve mutters. He rolls his eyes as he says it, but the fondness is obvious, and he must catch something of Eddie’s thoughts on his face, because he says, “What?”

“Nothing,” Eddie says—thinks once again about how natural Robin and Steve are with each other, like siblings; that such a closeness is never a guarantee, but it’s a choice they’ve made, one they keep on making, rather than being born into it. “Just noticed that you didn’t put your hat in the ring for impressions.”

Steve laughs. “That’s cause I knew Robin would win.”

“Well, guess we’ll never know…”

Steve shrugs. “Guess not.”

Eddie scoffs, mimes casting a fishing line. “You’re meant to take the bait, Harrington.”

Steve opens his mouth presumably to retort, but the sound of the phone ringing interrupts him; Robin calls from upstairs, “I’ve got it!”, and he shouts back, “Sure, thanks!”

“That’s what she did with our phone call,” he adds to Eddie, “probably sneaking around in my room so she could find a shirt she wanted.”

It’s said with affection, like he knew that’s what she would have been doing all along.

The phone call must be a short one, because Robin’s back downstairs in less than five minutes, dressed in a royal blue shirt that’s faded with age. Steve softens when he sees it, and as Robin gets closer, Eddie makes out yellow letters across the front: Free Concert Central Park.

Steve catches Eddie’s eye, smiles like they’re sharing a secret.

Then Robin makes for the couch they’re both on: Steve at one end, Eddie at the other. She flops in the space between them, tips over so she’s upside down, feet dangling over the top of the couch, head lolling down halfway towards the seat.

Eddie gently prods her foot; she’s got one threadbare sock on, a hole at the big toe. “What’s up, Buckley?”

“It was Nancy,” she says. Her head tilts in Steve’s direction when she adds, “She asked if she could come over tomorrow, like, late afternoon? And if it’d be okay if she brought Holly.”

“Yeah, ‘course it’s okay,” Steve says. “She didn’t need to ask.”

“Yeah, I told her you’d say that.” Robin sighs, long and heavy. “She was… quiet. I… I hope I helped—”

“Rob,” Steve interrupts, not unkindly, “you will have, don’t—”

“It’s just—” Robin breaks off with another sigh, hands flexing like she’s grappling for the words. “Sometimes I worry that—okay. Do you ever get the feeling… kinda like stage fright? But more… I remember in middle school, a girl in my class phoned asking for my help with homework, and all I could think was oh, now it’s my job to be the Homework Girl, I’ve gotta my lines right. You know?”

Steve frowns, says, “I mean—” at the exact same time that Eddie says, “Yeah.”

Robin rises at Eddie’s agreement, moving until she’s perched upright on the top of the couch.

“It’s like… it’s like I can sense so badly that she needs… I don’t know! A friend, or just someone to tell her…” Another sigh. “See, that’s the thing, I don’t even know what. I’m, like, so focused on the fact that she needs something, that whatever I say, I can’t mess it up, and then whatever I do say is… useless.”

Eddie’s eyes dart between the two of them—Robin’s uncertainty, how Steve’s frown makes him seem… conflicted.

“Robin, I get it, but it—it won’t be useless. Promise.”

“At least she phoned,” Robin goes on, pensive.

“Yeah,” Steve says. He looks off to the side, and he goes somewhere—Eddie doesn’t know where, but he can tell somehow that it’s not about the night he saw the clock, or at least not entirely.

Robin must sense it, too, because she goes still on the couch. “Steve?”

Steve breathes out, rubs a hand over his mouth. “There’s… there’s some stuff I wanna say,” he says hesitantly, “but it’s… complicated. It’s—it’s not mine to—it’s hers, but…”

His eyes drift again, this time over to the windows; the only thing to see outside is the pool, the water covered with tarp and a thick layer of leaves from last fall. When he turns back, he takes another big breath like he’s steeling himself.

“Look, this is… in, like, confidence, all right? It’s… I don’t think she’ll ever talk about it herself. And obviously I know you won’t, um, bring it up to her, but I think—if she’s… it’s something you might need to know.”

There’s something about the way he phrases it, like he’s walking a tightrope. It makes Eddie think of a morning in 6th grade where a kid’s mom had died the night before, but she was going into class anyway, and the homeroom teacher had warned them in advance before she’d come in late. That the instruction to be extra kind to her, to only talk about the whole thing if she brought it up felt woefully inadequate, but also all they could do.

“You kinda got an… abridged version of everything,” Steve says, eyes on Eddie. “So, back when… um, with Will, and… Barb. Barb Holland died. And she—she—”

“It wasn’t a chemical leak,” Robin says. There’s a tone to her voice, Eddie thinks, like these are suspicions she’s already had; but the way she’s looking at Steve with wide eyes suggests it’s never been talked about, not really.

“Right,” Steve says softly. “Nance, she—she got this journalist to, like, expose Hawkins Lab because… Barb’s parents, they still had hope, y’know? Nance wanted to go further than the cover-up story, but she had to fight even for that, so…”

Eddie recalls Murray’s voice down the phone: “Got enough leverage to take a story, water it down until it’s just ripples in the pond, softly softly, yeah?”

Understanding sinks heavily into his stomach, like rocks hitting the bottom of a creek.

“Barb… she died here, in the pool.”

The rocks in Eddie’s stomach turn to ice.

He sucks in a sharp, horrified breath; as Robin, if possible, becomes even more still, Steve keeps talking.

“Not—it wasn’t… Shit, sorry. We didn’t see what… but eventually, we. We knew. And it—it wasn’t like how it was with Chrissy, or… There wasn’t a Gate. There wasn’t anything.” Steve looks outside again, says quietly, “Trust me, I checked.”

“Jesus,” Eddie whispers.

“But Nance, she… It was after Barb’s funeral in ‘84. Before… I know it was before Christmas, but I don’t… Anyway, I came home from school, and the front mat was lifted up, and the spare key was gone, and… It was Nance. She was in the pool.” Steve swallows. “She’d turned off the heating. And she—it’s like she couldn’t hear me. She just kept diving down to the bottom, kept feeling every damn tile. Her hands, they—I had to jump in and pull her out.”

Eddie glances at the pool, and it doesn’t matter that the cover and leaves obscure it in reality; in his mind’s eye he can still see the ghostly glow of the water. Can see Nancy repeatedly trying to dive, Steve desperately calling her name—both of them shaking from the cold.

He thinks of Steve insisting that he’d make the dive at Lover’s Lake. “It’s gotta be me.”

“God, it was awful,” Steve says. “She just… she just went silent, most she talked was fucking apologising for using some towels to get dry. Then she left and—that was it. Never brought it up again.”

There’s a heavy pause.

“You know how we were during Starcourt?” Robin says, fragile. “Like, when everything was… spilling out.”

Steve’s face screws up a bit. “In more ways than one.”

Yeah, Eddie thinks, really hate how all that’s a casual reference point for you two.

“I think Nancy might be… the opposite,” Robin says slowly. “If there was a drug that made you just… go quiet. And I think she’d—” Robin exhales. “She’d put the needle in herself.”

It looks like the sheer weight of that hits Steve all at once. He closes his eyes. “Shit,” he breathes.

Eddie wants to hold him through it. Desperately wants to make it better. Knows that he can’t—that the only thing that would fix it would be Nancy and Steve never needing to dive into a freezing pool.

The movie keeps playing through the long silence. It’s almost over.

“But I’ve got a job to do, too,” urges Rick Blaine. “Where I’m going you can’t follow. What I’ve got to do you can’t be any part of.”

Eddie looks away from the screen, tries not to think of Steve staring out into the road. Fails.

They’re almost too far away to touch. But Steve manages to press his foot against Eddie’s.

I’m here.

Eddie feels Robin shift along the couch, feels her hand gently squeeze his shoulder. For a moment, it’s like they’re all connected through one touch.

And they breathe.

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MITCH MARNER -VS- TORONTO MEDIA/TORONTO FANS/HIMSELF/EVERYONE (a playlist for when you love a thing so much, and it bites you)

track list and selected lyrics for each under the cut ❤️

1. I Want You So Bad I Can't Breathe - OK GO i want you, yeah, i want you/ i want you, yeah, i want you bad/ so bad i can't think straight/ so bad all my bones shake / so bad i can't breathe 2. Careful What You Wish For (the doctor said to) - Jack Harris something is missing/this predisposition/i feel like i'm living inside of my head 3. Who Made You A Monster? - Hael tricking the world to trust you/but everything that you say/is some kind of sordid lie/who taught you how to lie so well? 4. GOSSIP - Maneskin, Tom Morello welcome to the city of lies/where everything's got a price/gonna be your favourite place -- so sip the gossip, drink till you choke/sip the gossip, burn down your throat 5. Don't Be Nice - Watsky false modesty is a guilty habit/some people simply have it/but the fact is i would not have spent a decade doing this/if i did not believe i was at least a tiny bit ridiculously filthy at it 6. JEKYLL & HIDE - Bishop Briggs sweet and then you're sour/changes by the hour/never know which one i'll taste 7. End of It - Friday Pilots Club it's cruel you know/the way they've been treating you lately/get you real messed up on the daily 8. Nowhere Kid - Des Rocs inside of a maze you hide away/where nobody cares who you are/caught in a lie you can't escape 9. All For Us - Labrinth, Zendaya guess you figured my two times two/always equates to one/dreamers are selfish -- i'm taking it all for us, all/doing it all for love 10. Cruel Devotion - Night Club do you want me? tell me true/on my knees and now i'm begging you/loving you is such a cruel devotion 11. Who Are You, Really? - Mikky Ekko i have nothing left to prove/cause i have nothing left to lose/see me bare my teeth for you/who, who are you? 12. Heartbreak Feels So Good - Fall Out Boy is there a word for a bad miracle?/nobody said the road was endless/nobody said the climb was friendless 13. Some People - Dan Mangan cause it's too easy to be righteous when you eat what you've been fed/some people don't question what they've read/some people should 14. SELF-SABOTAGE - Waterparks i'll self sabotage/if you like when we talk i'll dislocate my jaw/what the fuck is wrong with me 15. Matches - Huxlxy bring me the ashes/set me alight/i'd rather burn than say goodbye 16. SICK - Chandler Leighton never let anyone see your guard down/too proud, just stop, keep my frozen/iced out, i'm six feet underground 17. Black Wave - K. Flay shaking in my own cage/what do i believe? i believe/waiting on a black wave/living under bad days 18. Middle Finger - Bohnes you show me love and then spit in my face/making your money off all of my pain 19. still feel. - half-alive when i'm furthest from myself/feeling closer to the stars/i've been invaded by the dark/trying to recognize myself when i feel i've been replaced 20. Rather Die - Barns Courtney i came to kill 'em, now i'm/wipin' the spit from my eyes/i take a beating but i/i'll never give up 21. Lake Effect Kid - Fall Out Boy oh i've got the skyline in my veins, forget your night time/sumer love on a gurney with a squeaky wheel/and joke us, joke us til Lakeshore Drive comes back into focus/i just wanna come back to life 22. Stronger - Kanye West n-now-now that, that don't kill me/can only make my stronger -- do anybody make real shit anymore?/bow in the presence of greatness/cause right now thou hast forsaken us 23. Bulletproof - La Roux, GAMPER & DADONI i won't let you turn around/and tell me now i'm much too proud/all you do is fill me up with doubt/this time, baby, i'll be bulletproof 24. What Do You Want - Nico Vega you can go ahead and hate me/for bringing in news, but you could still choose/ain't going to be a party/but you turn it all down, down, down/say, what do you want?/what do you want from me? 25. I'm Gonna Win - Rob Cantor you've seen me before, you'll see me again 26. Hero - Martin Harrix, JVKE

a thousand voices whisper noise/they plan my fall from grace/whoa-oh, i know/you say you want a hero, you don’t

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Ok I'm not a copypasta person unless it's memes but like. Look I'm not Palestinian but I'm also a Southwest Asian and my mental health has definitely deteriorated seeing just. Everything. Especially the increase in racism and islamophobia (I'm also muslim) and seeing all the hate crimes and knowing that someone could probably shoot me in the head while I'm writing gay fanfiction in public and justify it by saying that I could've been a dangerous terrorist and therefore my entire family tree must be eradicated-

basically what I'm trying to say is that I'm hoping that making this post on the himbo tourney blog will get some eyes on this. Like. I've been feeling really powerless about this and kinda just like shriveling up and dying lately. Tbh. The world is fxcked right now. In the year of our lord 2024 /ref, here we are post undertale we are being pro-genocide how funny is that haha. It's not funny. It's. It's not. It's not funny . I can't. I've seen too many videos of children dying and crying and I just. I saw the one thing about the kid with cerebral palsy whose parents got shot right in front of them for literally no reason and then they got yelled at by soldiers and like. People literally will look at this and call these people animals?? I saw that term get thrown around a lot. It's just disgusting and like.

have people seen the bingo the literal genocide bingo. People are treating this like a joke like. Do people not realize that Southwest Asian people are like... people??? We're people you know. Like this is mainly targeting Arabs but I've seen stuff about people discriminating against the rest of us too (mainly because they can't tell the difference. Because the idea of not treating Asian cultures as interchangeable applies until you get to Southwest Asia I guess even in progressive circles everyone just says Arab for everything even here I've seen people like-). I'm Persian and I'm still scared someone will cut my life off. I'm 16. Nowruz is next week and I just want to live to it with my family. My mind is inundated wit the tears of the families that had never gotten to have their celebrations. Because of one group on one day.

one group on one day. One group on one day. it's always that. it's always that for people like us.I feel like I'm going insane. It's just 9/11 in America all over again. I wasn't even born for that. But you can just feel it all around you. And now we have the sequel, across the world. But it's used the same way. 7/23. Can't wait for the memes /s. This one thing happens therefore we can dedicate multiple months to killing all of you just making you suffer stripping your dignity you don't deserve anything and we'll make the world hate you because fxck you and then the world goes along with it because nothing good ever happens and I just want to escape from this but every time I go on tumblr it's just this and I know if I ever stop seeing this it means that the worst has happened anyway

and then people try to act like YOU'RE the bigot because you're trying to hold a country's government and military force responsible for war crimes just because the country has its branding in minority groups. How about I make this crystal clear: I don't give a flying fxck about what Israel is, it's what it's doing that matters. I'd be saying nearly the same shzt if they were PERSIAN, and that is MY ETHNICITY. I literally do not care. It doesn't matter. Because killing people is wrong and that should not be a controversial statement but I guess some people like the sound of screams in the morning. The Palestinian death toll has surpassed the 7/23 death toll. And it's still going. And not all the deaths have even been accounted for because bodies are still buried under rubble. Because they're still bombing people and they won't stop. And no one will make them stop.

like I don't give a fxck about Hamas either, I heard some of the members did genuinely say some like directly quoted antisemitic shzt and also they like condoned a racist caricature of a black woman in a magazine I think but I'm not sure about the second one (I know the magazine thing definitely happened but I'm not sure of their like involvement at all-) like. I don't need to suck there dzcks like some people do it's one group of fxcks like I don't. They're just the excuse being used for this. You're bombing the entire population of a country where the majority population is fzcking tater tots. You're attacking children. You are killing children. Paint yourself purple. Dammit. Just. Again it's 9/11 all over again but in another country.

even then like it's like. You know that trope in cartoons that shows up more often than you'd think that was in like Avatar and Korra and RWBY I think where there's like a fictional minority that is oppressed and wants rights and then active protest is represented by an evil terrorist group who attacks people and is the villains of the media and passive protest is always portrayed as good and active protest is evil and there's no nuance and also they just frame the group as just like evil spawned out of nowhere not addressing that they literally would not exist if not for the truly evil system of oppression that basically created them. Like.

You know Hamas only exists because Palestinians were already treated like shzt right? Like they were already displaced and didn't consent to the whole Israel thing and like look up Nakba it's fzcking awful like. Hamas is just a symptom of the disease and there will just be another Hamas if you try to knock it down without actually like. Doing anything about. the fact that Palestinians are oppressed. but people will just act like you can keep punching at Hamas like that'll result in anything like they're the flowers not the roots y'know-

also I'm calling it here, this entire thing is gonna definitely be used down the line by Neo-nazis I mean it kinda already is being used to justify antisemitism but like I saw the stuff of people trying to redefine antisemitism to be synonymous with antizionism and make isrseli and jewish synonymous and to basically gatekeep jewishness from anti-zionist jews (I'm not kidding I actually saw shzt like that) and it's like. Y'all they're gonna turn around in a year or two like "ohhh look at the big bad scary jews- I mean Israelis their identity is literally tied to the genocide of Palestinians they are inherently evil there is no denying it!" (Ignoring the fact that the USA and other bastards of colonization did the same shzt as Israel literally the same story history is repeating itself but we have social media brands this time-). And then like what the fxck do you do about it when the word antisemitic now means anticolonialist so no one takes it seriously anymore. What the fxck are you supposed to do about that. And when they probably made themselves right because they probably contributed to Palestinian Genocide themselves they don't care they're just using them as props in their fxcking jew hatred. But like. Yeah you are now tied to this nationality that is tied to fxcking genocide what do you do? It's like perfect to use for fearmongering around Jewish people since the shzt they used before somehow worked despite literally being pulled out of their xss istg like where the fxck did any of the bank stuff come from like. The fzck?-

im tired. I'm so tired. Both in the literal "It's past 1am" sense and the less literal "make the stop" sense.

I just don't want people to die. I just want people to be happy. I just want people to not suffer but every day it feels like it's getting worse and I just want something to change for the better and I'm scared. Why do people act like it's a bad thing to not want people to suffer? I don't understand. I just. I just don't understand. I. am I naive? For this?

does this wish make me naive?

#I can't take it anymore #I want to cry

[love-islike-abomb]

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I guess I can update this now! If you haven't figured out by now I love Roman Reigns! I'm also pagan (some prefer the term polytheist because they see pagan as offensive but I don't) and a witch (not wiccan) I post about it regularly on my blog along with Roman. I write fanfics whenever I get the urge. I make gifs and post a lot of pictures.

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[arteastica]

early in the morning, especially when it rains, and a little before noon. (13)

erwin x fem!reader

chapters: (1) | (2) | (3) | (4) | (5) | (6) | (7) | (8) | (9) | (10) | (11) | (12) | (14) | (15) | (16) | (17) | (18) | (19) | (20) | (21) | (22) | (23) | (24) | (25) | (26) | (27)

summary: I basically took Isayama’s work, forced it into a romance story, and made Erwin the love interest. Commander meets cadet and they fall in love (not instantly though)

notes: very berry canonverse (but some events were modified to fit my narrative), wasn’t intended to be this long, but it all is in the details right?

content warnings: smut where it fits (or where I make it fit. Also, reader is NOT underage, so likewise, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, please.) slow burn (I really mean it. I’m not olympic diving into any form of smut for the first chapters.) no angst. I dislike angst. I would never. I could never. (Although angst can be somewhat subjective so take it with a grain of salt?)

wc: 2.7k

“I mean, if that’s something you’re comfortable talking about.” You rushed to add, fearing your question might open old wounds. “We don’t have to talk about it if-”

“No, it’s fine. You told me about your family, it’s only fair that I tell you about mine.” His eyes scanned the ceiling, as if trying to find the starting paragraph to a really long, complex story. He then took a deep breath and said: “My father, his beard was always unkempt and so was his mustache.” You chuckled lightly, tickled by the unexpected and rather random beginning he chose for his story. “He disliked loneliness. Not only when it came to people, but also objects. He didn’t like it when things looked lonely. If he passed by a bakery and there was only one loaf of bread left at the end of the day, he would buy it even though we had enough at home. If there was a book alone on a table, he would place it in a group with the others.” If your eyes hadn’t been glued to him the way they were, scanning every inch of his face, trying to read all the sentences you knew he was purposely leaving out of his story, you would have missed the way his lips twitched as they tried but failed to compose a smile.

“He rarely got drunk, but when he did, his habit of bringing lonely things home would only worsen. One time, I woke up in the middle of the night, startled by a noise that to my sleepy 8-year-old self sounded like a woman crying.” He said, as you shuffled against him, having no clue where this story was going. “Scared, I looked out the window only to see my father trying to push a cow inside the house.” You opened your mouth in disbelief. “He said the poor animal was all alone in a field, looking like it could use a friend. The next day, he had a hard time explaining to our neighbors that he wasn’t trying to steal their cow.”

“Well, that alone tells me a lot about him.” You said, the thought of a perplexed, golden-haired boy in his pajamas, and an equally confused thousand-pound cow being forced through a small door in the middle of the night making you chuckle. “What did he do for a living?”

“He was teacher.”

“Let me guess, History.” His eyes widened, head tilted to the side, asking you to explain your deduction as well as the conviction present in your voice. “I mean, that would explain a lot of things, including your love for History as well as all these books.” You said, pointing at the shelves that covered the walls of his room.

“These are not books. The ones in my office are. But these… these are just things I write.”

“All of them? You mean as in journals?”

He nodded before explaining: “Writing helps me clear my head, especially after expeditions. When we come back from a mission, time moves on and so does life, at least for those who survive. But what about those who don’t?” The question seemed to be directed at the air and not particularly at you. “What about those who never make it back home?” He paused for a moment, seemingly letting the taste of those words linger on his tongue like bitter lemon, before continuing. “When my men die out there, they are not really left behind. They are forever immortalized in the pages of these journals. It’s my way of remembering them, of making sure their sacrifice doesn’t go to waste.” Your eyes paced around his room, things slowly taking on a whole new meaning, and you wondered how much anguish and sorrow were trapped in the pages of those journals. “They stay behind and trust us, the living, to go on and find meaning in their deaths.”

You stared into the flickering flames of the fireplace without speaking, but simply, quietly understanding. Understanding that writing was his way of finding meaning, of making sense of it all. Understanding that a scout’s life was never easy, you knew that from the get go, but it was then and there where you finally and fully comprehended the dimensions of the position you held, the implications of the path you had chosen. And, when your vision started to get blurry, and your mind, to wonder if one day you would become a character in one of those dreadful entries, you decided it was time to change the topic.

“So! Your father was a teacher.”

“Yes, and I was in his class.” He paused for a moment, the space he decided to leave between each word, as well as the calmness in his voice, reminding you of trees after a violent rainstorm, battered and partially uprooted, but still standing somehow, or at least trying to. “One day, he was talking about how humanity was forced to take refuge within the walls to protect themselves from the Titans, and how that bought them 100 years of peace.” There was something about his voice that took you back to a rainy day, ten or fifteen years ago, sitting by the classroom window, only that this time your head wasn’t propped on your hand, your pencil wasn’t tapping on the desk, and your mind wasn’t lost somewhere far away, wondering when you would be able to go home. Because this time, the commander was the one speaking, and his voice, while monotonous and gentle, had the spark required to narrate the longest of stories without losing the audience’s interest in the process. A rare skill you had known only one more person to have: Hitch. That, paired with his ability to explain complex things, made you think he would make a great History professor; and you couldn’t help but wonder how different his life would have looked like had he chosen to follow his father’s footsteps.

“In doing so, any records of our earlier past were lost for all of time.” His voice pulled you back to the present, and you nodded, both to signal you were following his story, and to shake the vivid pictures that had started flooding your imagination, vivid pictures of him coming home after work to a warm dinner on the table, to his family, to a beautiful house in some small village or to a cozy cabin in the middle of some quiet forest, instead of this lonely office trapped between walls of cold stone. An alternate reality where he wouldn’t have to wake up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, startled by nightmares of titans tailing behind him, trying to devour him and his men.

“At least, that’s what we’re all taught.” You looked at him, your brow furrowing in suspicion, sensing there was more to this story. He seemed to be trying to decide what he would say next. Or whether to say it at all. And before you could tell him it was okay if he didn’t want to say more, he decided to continue. “I… having doubts of my own, asked my father a question. At first, he evaded answering and ended class as normal. But after we got home, he answered my doubts. He said the history books given by the government were full of contradictions and mysteries.” Something about that last line reminded you of a conversation you had with your own father a while ago, about those government conspiracy theories he was so intrigued by. But you didn’t want to interrupt, so you just nodded and let the commander go on.

“My father continued to tell me more, and even as a child, I was astounded. You see, there’s a reason he didn’t tell that story to the entire class, but I wasn’t smart enough to know.”

“You told the story to someone else.”

He nodded. “To other neighborhood kids. And one day, the Military Police came to question me.” He was looking straight into the fireplace, as if having a staring contest with the flames. Almost as if someone was standing in the middle of the flames, staring back at him, and he wasn’t allowed to break eye contact. You thought about the scenery reflected in his eyes. The blue in his eyes mirroring the bright, red fire, as well as glimpses of an emotion he had never displayed in front of you before. Slight anger, maybe. “My father didn’t come home that day… And I haven’t seen him ever since. He died in some accident in a faraway town. Or so I was told.” He added, sadness scattered around his eyes like stars in the dark night sky.

His words reverberated inside the silent room, spreading across the available space, reaching every corner, and stabbing every inch of your heart in the process. You had somehow deducted his father wasn’t around anymore, so when he started narrating the story you hadn’t expected it to have a happy ending. This, however, was way beyond your imagination. This was downright traumatizing, another level of disturbing for sure. And you felt horrible for asking him to pick at a wound that had barely even scabbed at all. But you also knew that his father hadn’t died in an ‘accident’. “Based on what I knew-”

“The government. He was silenced by the government.” You concluded, words leaving your mouth at the exact same time the thought was born.

He nodded again before continuing his story. “One hundred and seven years ago, humanity that fled into these walls… The king had altered their memories to make them easy to rule. That was my father’s theory.” You had never listened to this part of the story before. It was as if important pages had been ripped off the history books you studied at school. And the whole sensation was very odd. It left your mouth dry and your skin shivering. It was like finding there was an alternate ending to a book you had read a hundred times. One you never knew existed. A darker one.

He didn’t say anything, and you felt he was giving you time to process everything and reach your own conclusions.

“Because if he hadn’t done that, civilization within the walls could never succeed.” You finally said.

“Exactly. Ever since I was a child, I’ve been thinking… Why did my father have to die for nothing more than getting close to the truth?” He asked, and you knew this time he wasn’t talking to the air nor to you, but to himself, his voice and the emotions behind it raising like water reaching its boiling point. “Even those in the government would believe what they’re doing is just. However, I realized one thing about them: What they’re trying to protect is not humanity.”

“It’s their gardens, houses, and land.” You completed the sentence before he could, having lived far too many years around them to know what their most precious possessions are.

“If anyone dares threaten their authority, they’ll be silenced, whoever they are.” The hand that was intertwined with yours tightened its grip on your fingers. “In the end, there was nothing to justify my father’s death. In the end, my father was killed by human greed.” His knuckles went ghost-white. “And by the foolishness of his own son.” Still staring into the dancing flames before him, you noticed he had the eyes of a man whose future resembled a dead-end street. The eyes of someone who was tired of seeing seasons die one after another, knowing that his father would never come home. The eyes of someone who was tired of seeing tomorrow die even before it came. The eyes of someone who spent a whole life dreaming upon days that would never return, dreaming of a person he would never see again. And you wondered if it was his father whom he saw in the flames, or was it a younger version of himself? Or maybe, he saw memories of happier days. Memories of a past he would never be able to go back to, along with scenes of a future he would never be able to move on to. Because his legs remained forever trapped in the heavy muds of regret.

“Before I knew it, my father’s theory became true inside my heart. Now, my mission in life. It’s to prove my father’s theory once and for all.”

You wanted to string together the right words, one by one, until they formed a bridge that would lead you closer to him, so he wouldn’t feel so alone. Because, even though your bodies were pressed so closed together, you could tell his soul was lost somewhere far away, somewhere dark, somewhere lonely. And you knew his father would have hated it for him to feel that way.

You stayed still, silent, and slightly mad at yourself for not being able to say something to him. The night is always dark if no one holds the light, so you wanted to hold it for him. You really wanted to. But you were astounded and overwhelmed by all the information, both about his past and about the reality you all lived in. His father’s theory, if true, would change the world as you knew it. As everyone knew it. A possibility that, if true, would change everything.

In the end you made peace with the fact that you weren’t wise enough to know what to say, and opted for gently wrapping your arms around him instead, pulling him closer, burying your face in the crook of his neck, hugging him as tightly as you could. If you couldn’t tell him, you would show him. If words were beyond your ability, you would make sure actions weren’t. He immediately responded by tightening his arms around you and pressing his nose against the top of your head, where you could feel him breathing heavily. He took such a deep breath that, for a moment, you thought he was going to cry. But no, you knew he wouldn’t, that would be nearly impossible. Because at this point, given the rate of pain he had been enduring for years, at that rate your eyes would run out of tears before your heart could let go of the pain.

As your head rested against his chest, in such proximity to his heart, and as its beating told you more about the pain he had been living with for all those years since his father’s passing, a question popped up in your mind.

“The basement. In Eren’s house. It has something to do with this. Doesn’t it?” You spoke after a few minutes of silence.

“Intel suggests that the basement of Eren Yeager’s home in Shiganshina holds a vital secret regarding our enemy. That’s our destination. By getting there, I can prove my father’s theory. I know it.” He held your hand tighter. “I just know it.”

His words carried the exact same conviction they did during meetings when planning strategies or during expeditions when giving commands in the field. Only that this time they were infused with something else, a certain vulnerability. A vulnerability that, along with the violent beating of his heart against your ear, explained to you why he was so committed to the cause. Why he had decided to give his entire life to the Survey Corps. It all made sense now. You understood that it had less to do with freeing humanity from the walls, and more to do with his late father.

As his heartbeat lulled you to sleep that night, your mind became flooded with thoughts of the basement and the secrets that could be hidden there. If there was something hidden at all, in the first place.

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[verai-marcel]

Your Hearth Is My Home (BG3 Fanfic, Astarion x Female Reader, Part 28 of 28)

Summary, Notes, Tags, & Part 1 are here.

Act I - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12

Act II - Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | 

Act III - Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27 (18+) | Part 28 (END)

AO3 Link is here, my love.

Word Count: 2,422

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Act III, Chapter 7 - The Epilogue

Five months passed in blissful domesticity. You had started a small apothecary shop which made enough money to keep you in business and build up your savings. Astarion, when he felt the whim, would make scents for you to sell. Those always seemed to sell out extremely quickly, and after the first three months, he began taking commissions. That is, when he wasn’t busy with his little adventures in the night.

Astarion had continued his little bouts of heroism. You noted that he had a penchant for going into Rivington and helping the less fortunate, getting a sort of high from sucking the life out of evil thugs and getting praised for it.

Oh, of course he lives for the praise.

You mildly wondered if some of the people he rescued had ever praised him a little too much, when he came back with an extra pep in his step.

“Did someone call you the most handsome hero in the Gate?”

He scoffed. “Please. They don’t need to say it.” Leaning against your work table, he gave you the most perfect grin. “I already know.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, yes, you’re the most beautiful beau in all the land.”

“And don’t you forget it,” he sassed, taking off his armor and weapons. “And what is my little witch making tonight?”

“Just a new batch of potions. Bluurg and Omeluum had a fresh batch of mushrooms from the Underdark and—”

You felt a tingle of power in the air and turned around just as a dove appeared in your window, a small message box tied to it.

“Thank you,” you said as you took the letter.

~*All part of the job, ma’am,~* he said, sounding like an elderly retired officer. The dove saluted with his wing and took off.

Being able to talk to animals regularly still throws me off.

Opening the letter, you smiled. Withers’ handwriting was a bit shaky, but still elegant.

Astarion read the letter over your shoulder. “Oh.”

You turned towards him. “What do you mean, ‘oh’?”

He looked away. “I, erm, may have forgotten to let the others know that you returned.”

You sputtered for a moment in shock. “Astarion!” you screeched in annoyance.

He gave you his classic shrug. “Well, it’ll be a hell of a surprise when you show up.”

***

When you and Astarion arrived at the old camp site where Withers had set up the little soiree, you realized that you and he were the first people there. Seeing Withers waving his staff and setting up the final dishes on the table was a bit surprising.

“Wait, so you could have summoned food and drink all this time?” you asked as you came up to him.

You swear you saw a wry smirk before he returned to his usual neutral expression. “No one asked.”

You damn skeleton!

Putting on a polite smile, you asked tentatively, “Erm, do you need any help?”

“Thou hast helped enough,” he said, but not in an unkind way. “It is thy turn to relax and wait for thy meal.”

You nodded. “Well, I guess I should let you get back to it then.”

He nodded and resumed preparing the feast.

You went back to Astarion, who was perusing the selection of wines at the other end of the table.

“Found something good?”

He shook his head. “You’d think he’d find a fresh bottle of blood somewhere,” he muttered. “Does he expect me to just drink this wine?”

“I’ll feed you when we go home,” you said, patting his arm.

He suddenly wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you against his body. “You could feed me now. Nobody else is here—”

Suddenly you felt a tingle in your spine, right before you heard your name being yelled with jubilant glee.

Turning towards the voices, you saw a portal from Avernus close, and two familiar figures staring at you in surprise.

Without any further words, Astarion let you go as you ran to them, hugging them tightly.

“Where have you been? When did you get back?” Karlach asked in a rush of words.

You started to tell your story, but Wyll held up a hand to stop you. “I get the feeling everyone will want to hear your tale,” he said. “Perhaps you should wait until everyone is here.”

“That sounds good, otherwise I’ll be repeating myself all night.” You turned back to Astarion, who saw someone behind you and quickly walked away, pointedly poking at the decorations around the site.

You heard her before you could turn to look. “Of course he would forget to tell us.”

Looking over to Shadowheart, you saw her sassy grin and smiled back. “Of course.”

She gave you a big hug, holding you tight before pulling back to look at your face. She shot a sour glare at Astarion before giving you a brilliant smile. “Or maybe he didn’t want to share you with anyone else for a while.”

You shrugged. “Him? Selfish? Whatever do you mean?” you joked. “You look great, by the way.” You looked around. “So…”

“Oh, he’ll be here shortly. He took far too long figuring out what to wear, so I left first.”

Oh Gale, you silly man. “I didn’t expect that from him.”

As the others slowly showed up, you got a chance to catch up with everyone. It was nice, seeing how everyone had carried on after enduring the adventure of a lifetime. Jaheira and Minsc were living in Baldur’s Gate doing their own things while Halsin had moved back to Thaniel’s lands to take care of the war orphans. Lae’zel, though she appeared spectrally at the party, told you that she had been fighting the good fight against Vlaakith.

Volo had somehow found his way to the party, but when you gave a subtle nod to Withers, he suddenly found that he had somewhere else to be.

Wyll and Karlach had gone to Avernus a couple weeks after you had cast your spell on her heart engine. At least knowing that she had time to prepare, with Wyll by her side, Karlach had gone willingly, and with a goal in mind: to find a way to fix her engine. And it turned out that they had discovered some blueprints and a map to a blacksmith, nabbed from the corpse of a cambion. They had hope that they’d be able to return to Baldur’s Gate soon.

Gale finally arrived, dressed rather sharply, and you caught he and Shadowheart sharing a loving gaze before he came to greet you. You found out that he had become a professor at the wizard academy in Waterdeep. While he had mostly moved back to his tower, he had also purchased some land outside of the city for Shadowheart and her parents to start a farm and take care of orphaned animals. Of course, they had a direct portal between the tower and the farmhouse so they could visit each other whenever they wanted.

You finally told Gale why you had always dodged his questions about Waterdeep. About who your old master was, and why you had fled town. Turns out that Gale had known of the man, since he was from a well known noble family.

“So that man was actually a masked lord, huh?” Gale had shrugged. “Well, no matter. Apparently the Zhentarim have, shall we say, disposed of him, so unless you have any other dark secrets, you’re free to come visit.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. The one major thing that had been haunting you from the past was now gone for good.

Scratch had been living in Baldur’s Gate with a very nice family, but from time to time he would wander off to visit with Owly, who had been living near the outskirts of the city. You asked if perhaps the owlbear might be better off staying with Shadowheart at her farm, and realizing you had accidentally offered someone else’s home without her permission, you quickly told Shadowheart about it. Fortunately, she was delighted to take him in.

And during your conversations with each person, you confessed to them your ability to feel emotions through touch. You let them know that you had never shared anything with anyone else, and now you knew how to shield properly, so their emotions would be private. You had expected some backlash, but they all just shrugged it off as a thing in the past. It was comforting to know that all the dread you had felt about telling them was all in your head, and you need not have worried. They were your friends, after all.

“So that’s why you always wore gloves,” Karlach had said, as if she had been holding onto that mystery all this time.

Well, that wasn’t so hard to confess… Guess I didn’t need to be so anxious about it.

With everyone here, sat around the table, sharing food and drink like old times, you felt that warm, cozy feeling surround you.

I think now is the time to tell everyone what happened to me after I fell into the portal.

You cleared your throat, and immediately everyone turned to you. 

“Are you going to tell us a story now?” Karlach asked excitedly.

“Have you been waiting all night?” you asked with a grin.

She nodded enthusiastically.

You looked at everyone, and their eyes were all on you.

“Alright, well, after I got thrown into the portal…”

You told your story, summarizing your year in the Feywild. High on the attention, you took a chance.

“Could I… share one of my songs with you all?”

Their enthusiasm was so overwhelming that you immediately got up and went to Milil. 

He had looked at you at first with disdain, but when you had identified him as the God of song, poetry, and inspiration, he was a great deal happier. So much so, that when you asked him to play your song, he readily agreed.

“No need,” he said as you offered to scribble the notes. “Just hum a few bars and I’ll adapt to you.”

You did so, and was pleasantly surprised when he played along beautifully. Satisfied, you climbed back down from his platform, only to find that everyone had gathered around. So you stood right where you were and began to sing.

You weren’t sure how long you sang, and you also weren’t sure when you began to change. Your hair turned fiery red before it broke free from its bun and cascaded down your back, locks of it floating around you, swaying with your song. Your voice split into three harmonious layers, making you sound like a choir unto yourself. Buoyed by the magic you could feel flowing through your body, you began to dance, and the vegetation around the campsite began to glow and flutter softly, as if all of nature swayed to your melody.

By the time your song ended, your magic had formed sparkles of fae dust, scattering around as you twirled around one last time, the flecks of light dissipating into the cool night air.

You took a deep breath and bowed.

Your friends erupted in cheers.

“Amazing!”

“Brilliant!”

“Gorgeous, absolutely stunning!”

You looked at Astarion, who was standing in the back, so no one could see the soft look of love on his face.

Smiling back, you let everyone pull you back to the table for more drinks.

The night carried on, and as everyone was getting a bit more drunk, you slipped away to take a breather. Wandering into the abandoned building on the other side of the small bridge, you found Withers, who was quietly looking through a book. You didn’t recall all the bookcases here before, but perhaps he had brought them here to entertain himself while the others were partying.

Just as you were about to sneak back out, not wanting to bother him, he turned to you.

“Was it worth staying?” he asked quietly.

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

“With thy companions on their journey.”

Oh. I see. You smiled. “Yes. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have met Astarion and the others. I wouldn’t have found my mother. I would have stayed in the dark about a lot of things, and continued to look over my shoulder for the rest of my life.”

Withers nodded. “Good.” 

As per usual, he silently watched you as you tried to look for the right words to express yourself, but you realized perhaps that simple was best.

“Thank you, Withers.”

He stared at you for a moment. “I did nothing to warrant gratitude.”

You shrugged. “You said something just cryptic enough that made me stay. So whether it was on purpose or not, you still have my thanks.”

The skeleton’s expression changed for a mere moment, but you caught the smile before it disappeared again. 

With nothing more to say, you bowed politely and began to walk away, but then he spoke once more. “Tell Lady Orla she owes me a cup of tea.”

You twirled around to stare at him in utter surprise.

Does my mother know everyone in the realms?! And what the fuck did they bet on?

Knowing that neither of them would ever tell you, you took a deep breath and let it go. “Will do,” you replied. You opened your mouth to say goodbye, but decided to change your wording. “See you later, Withers.”

Returning to the party, you found Astarion, who was being grilled by the others.

“Why didn’t you write to us that she had returned?”

He shrugged. “I may have forgotten…”

“You wanted to keep her to yourself, didn’t you?”

“Well, wouldn’t you?” he replied matter-of-factly. He turned towards you. “Look at her. She’s incredible.”

You grinned from ear to ear. “Not half as incredible as you,” you replied. “And I mean that for all of you. You’re all wonderful. I hope we meet up many more times in the future!”

Amongst the sounds of cheering and revelry, you saw Astarion holding his hand out to you, just as he always did. You took his hand and let your shield down, taking in the warmth of his emotions as he pulled you aside.

With his eyes gazing lovingly at yours, he brought your hand to his lips. “Are you happy, darling?”

You smiled warmly at him. “Yes, very much so. Are you?”

“Of course I am.” He stepped closer and pressed his forehead to yours. “You always bring my happiness with you, my love.”

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Act III, Chapter 7 End notes: Wow, what a journey! I’m so happy to finally complete this story, and so glad that all of you have joined me on this ride. Thank you so much for reading and commenting, it really means a lot to me to hear your feedback. For now this is the end of the main story, but I’m thinking about posting a few side drabbles from Astarion’s POV, if anyone has any interest. And if I have any side ideas about our hearth witch, I’ll post them here!

Also my author’s notes and HW’s character summary are here if anyone has any interest in a peek behind the scenes.

Also full disclosure - I stole a part of that last line from a manga; I wish I had come up with that on my own. I’ve used it in other fics too, haha. I just love that line. Let me know if you can guess which manga and which character said it!

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[abiiors]

sick days 💊 // george daniel x reader

promptober '23 - day 9

a/n: based very much on the irl bf who immediately turns into a sickly, dying victorian man whenever he has the sniffles cw: medication i guess, but other than that just fluff wc: 900

george giggles at another sneeze and promptly shuts up when you glare at him. today has not been a good day, your whole body hurts, nose runny and red and your throat feels like you’ve swallowed glass. 

“george,” you whine, struggling to scold him. the warm tea in your hands has done very little to soothe your throat. 

he presses his lips together in an attempt to stop the grin but it’s futile, the smile slips anyway. george, doting and loving boyfriend that he is, has spent the past ten minutes giggling at your red nose, even going so far as to calling you rudolf. he claims it’s affectionate. you settle for giving him one final warning glare before closing your eyes and trying to block out the world, desperately wishing for this terrible day to end.

“aww, my sick baby,” he coos, scooting closer. seconds later, you feel a tiny kiss on your forehead and despite the discomfort you give him a small smile. 

teasing aside, he has been very caring—bringing you warm soup for lunch and making you tea as often as you ask for it. he’s checked your temperature every hour even when it’s not necessary because you barely have a fever. he even did a chemist run to get more paracetamol, lemsip and some ice cream. 

all in all, his teasing really is affectionate. so when he gets in bed next to you, pulling you into his chest for a cuddle, you don’t protest too much.

“gonna catch a cold, babe,” you warn, snuggling in further. 

he snickers, “doesn’t seem like you’re too bothered by that. besides,” he sniffs primly, “i don’t catch the common cold.”

you roll your eyes, knowing he can’t see you. sure, he’s “immune” but it’s only a bad cold. even if he catches it, he’ll live. 

“right…” you reply about to say something more before your body launches into a small coughing fit. george dutifully rubs your back until it passes and holds out the bottle of cough syrup in front of you. 

once you’re done swallowing the bittersweet liquid, you go back to snuggling into his chest, eyes getting heavier by the minute. it’s not long until sleep drags you under. 

it’s only when you wake up again that you register how warm and sticky everything is. it’s like being trapped inside a humid furnace. surprisingly though, the warmth radiating around you is not yours. despite the residual soreness, you feel completely fine; no sore throat, no runny nose or aching body which can only mean one thing…

right on cue, george groans feebly behind you. 

you slowly open your eyes, squinting against the unexpected brightness in the room. as your vision adjusts, you realize that you're no longer wrapped in your own blankets, but rather cocooned in his arms, his warmth enveloping you entirely.

"george?" you murmur, voice still raspy from before.

he stirs and lets out another soft groan, burying his face in your hair. "ugh, i feel awful," george mumbles.

a rush of guilt floods over you. you shouldn’t have let him come so close to you, should have kept him at arm’s length…

you turn in his arms to see his face, and he looks even worse than you did earlier in the day. his nose is red, and his eyes are watery, and he's sniffling. it's clear that the cold has hit him hard, worse than whatever you had.

"oh no, baby," you coo sympathetically, brushing a strand of hair away from his forehead, and frown when you realise he’s burning up. 

you never had a fever. whatever he has is definitely worse. 

“i think i’m dying,” he moans, burying his face in the crook of your neck and sniffling dramatically. despite the guilt, that makes you giggle. 

“mmm, thought you were above the common cold?” you tease, still stroking a hand over his head just the way he likes it. george might be a giant but you know what a baby he can be when he’s ill. besides, you’re feeling much better so you might as well assume the nurse duties.

george grumbles. “don’t be mean, i’m ill.”

fever aside, he just looks so adorable all bundled up in the blankets that you can’t help stealing a few kisses. even better, knowing you can’t catch it back. “let me get you some soup and paracetamol.” 

extricating yourself from his arms proves a bit difficult, however. you feel awful ignoring his reluctant and groggy protests but he needs food and medicine. so you make your way to the kitchen, making quick work of reheating the soup he’d made for you earlier in the day. 

carrying the tray back to the bedroom, you find george curled up under the covers, looking pitiful and sorry for himself. his eyes light up as you enter, and he reaches out weakly for the steaming bowl of soup.

at least he’s hungry, that’s a good sign. 

“here you go,” you offer him the bowl, once again brushing the hair aside from his sweaty forehead while he takes a sip and sighs gratefully. 

“thanks for taking care of me, love,” he smiles weakly in between sips. 

you smile, and press a tiny kiss on his shoulder. “‘course. just returning the favour!”

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[scintillyyy]

This is connected to a post you made about a month ago about why Tim isn't getting any older, and it's about Dick being in denial. This one:

https://www.tumblr.com/scintillyyy/733703509941354496/the-real-reason-that-tim-cant-age-over-18-is

And I was just wondering what is your belief in the age gaps between some of the main current/Previous Gotham vigilantes? Like they don't have to be canon, but what age gaps do you have in mind when you think about it? On the same line of thinking, how old do you think the characters should be now?

ahahaha, i usually live pretty firmly in post-crisis so all my age vibes and how old people should be go based on that. and while i will see someone do the concrete 'this is how old everyone should be based on timeline and dates' and i'm usually like "hell, yea!! that's exactly how it should be", in my head it's really usually vibes with two notable expections: 1) dick has to be 7 years older than tim, 2) tim has to be 7 years older than damian. and i try to reason out everyone else while keeping those concrete ones into consideration.

(the reason those are non-negotiable to me is because of damian being 10/tim being 17 during reborn era. and dick and tim in post-crisis were written as 12 & 5 at the circus and it's non-negotiable to me that tim a) was there that night and b) remembers it, so dick had to have been older than 8 (tim couldn't be 1). but i also don't like dick being 12, so i usually split the difference and put him at 9-10 at the time of his parents death with tim being 2.5-3ish. because at that age it is. at least technically possible that tim would have been able to form a concrete memory of an extremely traumatic event.)

so yea. at the end of post-crisis, my ages for then look like this:

damian is 10

tim is 17

steph is about a year older than tim, so she's 18.

jason is probably about 2 years older than tim, so he's probably around 19.

cass is 2.5-3 years older than tim (he was 15 and she was closer to 17-18 when she was introduced), so she's probably about 20.

jpv was tragically dead, but i imagine he was always around dick's age

dick is 24

helena i don't have a concrete age on, but i vibe her as probably within a couple years of dick's age? so she's nebulously 23-26ish

barbara, to me, is 5 years older than dick, so she's 29.

bruce is far more nebulous, but i usually see him starting batman around when he was about 22-25. and he picks up dick at year 3, he's probably about 24-27. which if my dick is 10, then he's about 15-17 years older than dick. which would place him anywhere from 39-44ish (most likely 40-41ish).

leslie was thomas's med school friend, right. so she was probably about the same age. if thomas was probably in his 30s when he died, so was leslie. making her 25-30 years older than bruce. placing her at mid to late 60s/early 70s (and she's still doing surgeries. good for her. but also. retire, girl.)

alfred, eternally 70s

which if we go by current age of damian, then to me everyone should be the following: damian 14 -> duke i'm not entirely sure of bc i haven't read his stuff tbh but if he was in high school at his introduction he'd be here now at like 17-18? -> tim 21 -> steph 22 -> jason 23 -> cass 24 -> dick 28 -> is jpv alive again? you know what he deserves to be the same age as dick for ultimate pettiness on dick's part. 28 it is. -> helena late 20s -> barbara 33 (and thriving, the 30s are fantastic) -> bruce mid to late 40s (probably closer to mid, 45-46ish) -> alfred, well, dead i guess.

so that's how old they should be to *me* but i also understand why dc doesn't want to keep aging them and are making the gaps smaller and more ridiculous. it's funny, tim did exert pressure on the timeline when he was introduced, but when it was just him, it was a lot easier to have him be a teenager while keeping bruce nebulously in his 30s and dick nebulously in his 20s for such a long time. but the introduction of damian has really exerted pressure because once you start wanting to age him up (which was inevitable! the writers weren't going to want to tell stories of him at 10 forever if they wanted to grow him as a character. it's the same as when tim was robin, why he didn't stay 13-14 forever and eventually aged him up to 16-17. so they could expand on the stories they told for him.) without without wanting to age everyone else up then you really end up with ridiculous age gaps that don't make any sort of realistic sense with the history of the characters and what they've been through in their time (but hey, it's comics. it is what it is. time works funky sometimes.).

so yea, this is how i feel about their ages in my heart lol.

(for some non-vigilante fun, i can tell you that jack drake was canonically only 43 at the time of his death (which makes some of his character designs really funny in retrospect), which would have made him 27 when tim was born (as tim was 16 when jack died). meaning janet was also probably about 26-27 (or, to me, most likely a few years younger, so closer to 24ish. she could have been older but i just do not see jack going for an older woman.) (i can also calculate a potential conception date considering tim's birthday on 7/19 depending on if you want him preterm, term, or postterm), which means she would have. most likely been about 37-39ish when she died. dana winters had to have been at least 24-25 considering she was a licensed physical therapist but is implied to at least have some experience but was still young by the time she started working with jack so she was probably late 20s when she got together with late 30s jack).

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[jpitha]

Just a Little Further 32

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This time at least, I expect the tinkle of debris on the hull.

We come out around the same debris cloud as before. Oh, I bet Raaden might be interested in this. I call out on the PA “Raaden, please come up to the Command Deck, this might interest you.”

As we glide silently away from the Gate, Raaden pads up, still in her sweats. “Yes, Empress?” I gesture at the forward screen, showing the destroyed planet and debris field. “Welcome to the Wilds of Besmara. This is the other system we visited before we came to Reach of the Might of Vzzx.”

I will admit a certain small amount of satisfaction that I was able to render such a jaded expert in spaceflight speechless. She stared at the image, mouth agape for a few seconds before catching herself. “What happened here?” She turned to me “Did you do this?”

“No. This is how FarReach found it. We don’t know what happened, but when we got close to the Starbase in the system, some kind of field enveloped us. It was trying to pull us in.”

“How did you escape?”

“FarReach used juke charges to spin us around and we fired the Stardrive at 2gee to overload the field. We were able to escape.”

“I would have just found the source of the emitter and fired on it.”

“That was going to be what we did, but I received like… an impression or a feeling from the Starbase warning us not to do that. It was almost done in a commanding Voice like mine. Regardless, this time we’re going to let the field pull us in.”

Raaden looks at me and then back at the ruined starbase and planet and then back at me. “Why?”

“I want to go aboard the Starbase. I need to see who lives here and if they need help. Clearly this place used to have a planet, but it’s long gone. FarReach’s thermal scans showed that there were people aboard, but not too many. I don’t know how they’re eating or surviving. According to the Nanites I carry, the Wilds used to be a thriving planet and Starbase pair housing over a billion people.”

“Wait, ‘according to the Nanites?’” Raaden walks over to an empty station and sits down, spinning the chair around so she can see us. Ava looks up from a sensor station, she was trying to learn more about the Starbase. “Melody…”

I look over at Ava and shrug. It’s not like she can use the information against us. “The Nanites - the nanomachines that give the Builders their abilities - talk to me.”

“Bullshit.”

“How did you think I did it Raaden? Magic? The air all over here is thick with nanomachines. That's why your earplugs didn't do anything, it was long past that having any kind of affect. The memories and feeling are a part of the Empress package I have. They say that they contain the recorded memories and impressions of previous Empresses. That each Empress would upload them regularly-“ I don’t mention how exactly. I don’t need her escaping and touching a directory stone “-and if or when a new Empress needed to be made, they would get the memories. It’s supposed to be like… an incorruptible advisor I think. They help you rule.”

“So you have… an AI made out of nanomachines in your blood, giving you advice?” Raaden’s face says it all.

“I don’t think they’re intelligent, no. They’re more like… a database or a wiki. And they only know what the previous Empress knew up to the last upload. For example, I don’t know what happened to the Wilds, this happened after the last upload. The Nanites were the ones who told me how the Wilds were a large and thriving colony. They were as surprised as I was to see this.”

“Do any of the other Builder's Nanites… talk to them?”

“No. I get… feelings? Impressions? About things, but no voices.” Ava shakes her head. When I first told her about it, she thought it was kind of odd too. I mean, I guess it is kind of odd.

Raaden shakes her head. "What else do these Nanites do?"

"Well I have an amazing ability to read body language now. I wonder if it's a part of my language processing ability too. I can effectively understand any language spoke to me, but I can only reply in languages I know, and the original Builder tongue."

Raaden glances at Ava and then back at me. "So any language?"

"Yes?"

"It doesn't have to be a language you - or the Nanites - have heard before?"

"Not that I know of, no."

"Okay, now I'm impressed." Raaden laughs lightly.

Ava frowns and looks at both of us. "Raaden, all Builders get that ability. I can understand your conversation."

"I had a hunch. Don't worry Ava, I was already Ordered to be good, and good I shall be. I might use this ability to brush up on my own language skills though. I was skeptical until I started speaking French and you both rolled with it without blinking."

"You know French?"

"I like French comics. The French have had an amazing history of comics for a long, long time. It takes forever for them to get translated into Colonic for off-Earth consumption and most of the old ones never get translated."

A railfan and likes French comics. Better be careful Melody, Raaden is starting to humanize herself. But why does she support such a barbaric and fascist government? Why is she so cruel when she's in command?

"Anyway, we're off track. So sometime between the last Empress upload and now that-" Raaden pointed at the ruined planet "-happened yes? And you want to go and try and find out how and why?"

"Yes. That's why were here."

She shrugs and turns back to the front display.

I look up at the ceiling. "How are we looking Omar?"

"We're cruising along Melody. We've exited the debris field near the Gate and are headed towards the Starbase. Scanners find no evidence of FarReach by their drive exhaust or any other telltales. I think they were telling the truth when they said they were just going straight home."

"I can't wait to get the chance to show FarReach all that we've accomplished here when we come back."

Raaden laughed. "You're going to go back? You can't go back Empress."

"What? Why can't I go back? I would like to open up a dialog with other worlds and colonies and independent Starbases. We have things to trade, we could take on volunteers. I don't see what's so strange about it."

Raaden is unbelieving. She thinks I'm joking. "You don't see what's so strange about a human who can order people to do something and they are forced to obey? Empress, you are being naive. The moment you Voice someone on that side of the Galaxy you are going to catch a long range bullet or a brace of long range missiles. It won't even be Venus that does it, it'll be K'lax."

"More propaganda from the Venusian." I say bitterly. That was probably unfair of me, but I'm upset. Why wouldn't I be able to go back?

Raaden puts her leg down and sits up straight in her chair and pivots to face me. "Empress. I am being one hundred percent honest with you when I say that if we believed the reports about your Voice the Emperor would have ordered me to destroy the Reach of the Might of Vzzx the moment we traversed the gate. No fanfare, no warning, no nothing. Pop out of the gate, missiles until you're destroyed, pop back in. You do not realize how dangerous you are over there."

"Dangerous? Why am I dangerous?"

"Oh. My. Gods. You really don't see it?" She looks at Ava with a pleading expression. "Is this a joke? Does she not see it?" Ava glares but says nothing. Raaden looks at Starlight. "You. Aviens. Starlight. You understand what I am referring to right?"

Starlight turns away and nods. "I think I know what you are referring to, yes, Archduke."

"Empress, after being subjected to your Voice, I understand your title it not some lofty, bombastic aspirational title set by a tinpot dictator. Empress of the Holy Imperial Systems means that if anyone gets close enough to you, they are your subject. No ifs, ands, or buts. You are literally the undeniable. If you use your Voice, someone cannot disobey. You already showed that by ordering Max to stop breathing. Thank you for allowing him to breathe again by the way. He didn't have anything to do with the bombs, nobody onboard did. They're a standard Venus practice." She looks at the screen showing the ruined Starbase and then back at us and continues.

"Do you know what the all of the governments back home will do when they learn that you not only have that power, but are coming back to leverage it? They will come together like never before. Venus will work with AIs, the K'laxi will work with the Xenni, the Independent Starbases will work with the Colonies."

"They will all work together to destroy you. Before you can destroy them."

"I wouldn't hurt any of them! I can't believe this!" This is really upsetting. Raaden thinks that the moment I go back over there I'm going to declare myself Empress of that side of the Galaxy too.

Raaden runs her hands through her close cropped blonde hair. "Melody. You're not getting it. If you want to survive you had better take over."

"What?"

"You had better go over there guns blazing and Voice screaming. The only way you'll survive is if you take up the mantle you've been given and actually rule the Galaxy. The only other alternative is death. Probably by assassination."

I'm struck speechless. Raaden of all people is practically ordering me to take over the Galaxy? Why?

Ava's voice is quiet. "I can't believe I'm saying this but... Raaden is right, Melody. If you don't go to take over, everyone will be so frightened that you could take over, they won't wait for you to try it. They'll just kill you on sight. There is probably quietly a kill on sight order or you among the AIs already."

Raaden nods. "Almost certainly."

Starlight looks awkward. Their feathers ruffle in waves. "Empress, er, I concur with Builder Ava and Archduke Raaden. You cannot leave anyone in question to your legitimacy. If you do not want to rule the entire galaxy, your only other solution is to systematically destroy the Gates on that side. Prevent them from getting here easily and they might not assassinate you."

I feel the ground slipping away from my feet. Can't go home? Will get killed? This can't be right. "Of course you'd say that, Raaden."

Raaden throws up her hands. "Remember, I'm just the prisoner here Empress. I can't even call you anything other than Empress. Why would I try and trick you? For one, you ordered me not to with your Voice. For two, if I did you'd just kill me. I have absolutely no reason to do anything other than be truthful. Empress, if you go back, you will be killed. Not only that, but Starjumpers and Dreadnoughts by the dozen will come to this side of the galaxy and obliterate every Starbase left here. Unless you plan on taking over, don't go home. Ever."

She's not lying. She can't lie. Not to me. I told her not to. She can't undermine the mission, I told her not to. I told her. I told her.

If I go home, I will cause the deaths of everyone over here.

Just then, there's a rumble and we feel the pull of acceleration.

"Melody, the field has just enveloped us, just like last time. We're being pulled towards the Wilds."

Finally, something to pull me back to the here and now. I can concentrate on this and worry about me accidentally killing everyone later. "Thanks Omar, for now, let's let it us pull us. Keep an eye out for weapons targeting and for other things that we should know about. Are we getting any radio signals?"

"No, nothin- wait. Yes, I think we're being pinged."

"Open a channel please."

As Omar activates the radio and it scans for the signal being sent to us, there's a squeal and a hiss of static. The noise calms down and there is... a voice. It's hard to make out in the static, but Omar tries to focus the receiver and it gets tinny, but clearer.

"Who is approaching? Identify yourself."

"This is High Line, operated by the Empress of the Holy Imperial Systems, Melody the First. We would like permission to dock and come aboard. We come from Reach of the Might of Vzzx and would like to open a dialog."

There is a long pause after I make my announcement. I wonder for a moment if we've lost radio contact when I hear a different voice.

"Empress of the Holy Imperial Systems Melody the First? How intriguing. Permission to board has been granted. We shall direct you to a working umbilical and will meet you."

The Radio connection is cut and Ava and look on her screen. "Yes, it looks like we're being steered. I wonder if we have such a field and it's just offline or unused. It might be useful to have. Also, why do you suppose the voice changed."

"I'm sure it was some radio operator who started, and then the real authority was put on to grand our landing." Raaden lounges in her chair, one leg over an armrest. "Smaller Starbases and Stations can sometimes require administrator approval, especially if the Administrator is somewhat of a Tyrant. She looks up at me, but her expression changes when she sees my face. "Empress, what's wrong?"

At that Ava's head shoots up and she looks worried. "What did you hear, Melody? You look like you saw a ghost."

"That other person? The one who gave us permission to dock?"

"That was Janais, the previous Empress."

Part 33

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[thelazuliwitch]

Black Clover timeline Headcanon

(but gives numbers for happy brain)

Okay! Gonna put my timeline math into a post! Feel free to alter!

So Under the presumption that the average Wizard King term is 10 years, and a Wizard King can have multiple terms. And there has been 28 in the past 500 years. 

Lemiel was the first and he was one for a day

Princia was the 11th (died at 22)

Jester the 16th  (died at 23)

Edward the 20th (died at 66)

Conrad the 27th (stripped of power at 35)

Julius the 28th (stops being Wizard king at 44 presumably, but it’s hard to say)

Black Bulls and Golden Dawn are created when Yami is 22 and William is 20, to which Julius is Wizard King (age 37) at this point. 6 years ago. And we know he became WK 10 years ago from Spade Arc (was he 33 when he became WK?) Damn. Wait… Rill is the youngest ever captain at 19.  And Rill even states he isn’t anymore when Yuno becomes a Grand Master. 

So who was Captain prior to Rill? 

And that means Julius had to become a Captain at at least 20 years old.

Yami meets Julius as a captain at 15 (14 years ago)

The fight with Conrad had Nozell, Yami, Kaiser, Merelona, Feugolean 

Mathamatically Yami should be 19 (Charlotte just joined the magic Knights by this point)

Probably right after Morgen’s death as he isn’t in the fight

Say Julius is 33 here, Julius could have been 20 when meeting Yami which fits in the timeline better.

So let’s say vaguely 10 years is a single term, if each Wizard King stuck to that then there would have been 50 Wizard Kings instead, but clearly that isn’t the case. Unless the average Wizard King goes at it for about 2 or more terms. A WK isn’t limited to a set amount of terms, but a decade is 1 term. If the average is 2 terms per WK, that is 25 Wizard Kings, for a perfect 20 years divided, but we know Lumeire, Princia, Jester, Edward, and Conrad all had short terms.  All of these are assumptions, so head canon territory

Lumiere (Age of WK, year 1)

? WK 2 for ten years (the start of a single ‘term’ (year 11)

? WK 3 eighteen years (dies as WK) (year 29)

? WK 4  seven years (Year 35)

?  WK 5 for 23 years (died in third term) (Year 58)

? WK 6 for nineteen years (year 67)

? WK 7 for for twenty years (year 87)

?  Wk 8 had a term for four years, WK for forty years, retires to the next WK who wins in the tournament ( Year 127)

? WK 9 for 22 years ( year 149)

? Wk 10 for 27 years  (year 176)

Princia (based on age of death 2 years) (year 178)

? WK 12 for 36 years (year 214)

? Terms: 33 years (year 247)

? Wk for 35 years (282 EWK)

3 Wk terms for 24 years  (303 EWK)

Jester (Three years based on age of death) (306 EWK)

Terms: 40 years (346 Ewk)

term: 32 (378 Ewk)

? Wk for 16 years (394 EWK)

Edward (harder to say, he could have become the WK at 46 and had a twenty year term, but I don’t think he was. He was also a priest, which takes 5 years, and you have to be 25 years old. So say he became a priest at 30 years old, orphanage he cared for was burned down at 40 years of age, he became a WK, average time to rise for someone talented enough to be the WK is probably around 3-5 years to be a Captain, and then after that who knows. So became WK at maybe 46-47. Died twenty years later at 66, for his beliefs, but lived a fairly long term as WK (4th  century) (414 Ewk)

Term: 15 years (429 EWK)

Term: 8 years (437 EWK)

Term: 20 years (457 EWK)

Term: 7 years (464 EWK)

Term: 15 years (479 EWK)

Term: term 13 years (492 EWk)

Conrad (term: 8 years) (500 EWK)

Was a captain, so had to be at least 20

revoked of power at 35

It seems he was WK for a good while, probably at least 5 years, so giving him a 8 year term

Julius (11 years)  (511 EWK on Judgment day) ----- SO! My guess is that Grimoire ceremonies are in spring as we know, probably the equinox, because celestial event and all that. So makes sense that when we know that magic knight exam is 6 months later on the Autumn equinox! Which September 22nd! Which is 12 days until Asta turns 16!

So Day 2: Mission with Magna and Noelle about boar hunting which spirals out of control

Day 3: Dungeon with Luck and Noelle

….

Day: 4,5,6,7,8,9, and 10  Asta was asleep for a whole 7 days, and then the magic knight meeting and the attack on Capital…. 

Day 11: Asta goes out on the mixer, saying he is 15 (and it fits because it technically is October 3rd here).

Day 12: Asta’s birthday, hanging out with Rebecca, her siblings, and also Marie. (Ironic since it's supposed to be her birthday, but Asta literally calls himself 15 the day before)... So Asta is 16 from here on, and we know that he is part of the Black Bulls for a whole year before training begins! So training begins right before he turns 17. So a timeline!

January 508 EWK

Alecdora turns 23

Gordan turns 25

February 508 EWK

Fragil turns 19

Henry turns 25

Finral turns 21

Grey turns 24

Solid turns 17

March 508 EWK

Show begins!!!

Asta and Yuno get grimoire

Rill turns 19

Recca turns 13

Dorothy turns 27

Theresa turns 64 (yeah... her birthday is gonna get confusing, I don't know what to do with her birthday ngl)

April 508 EWK

Magna turns 18

Nash turns 10

Klaus turns 18

Hamon turns 19 (this both shocks and saddens me) 

Sekke turns 16

Nacht turns 28

Kirsch turns 20

May 508 EWK

Sol turns 17

Vanessa turns 24

Late May is the dinner with Charlotte or something 

Siren turns 22 : ’(

Ichika turned 21

June 508 EWK

Charmy turns 19

Jack turns 28

Nero’s human form turns 17, but she is turning 517

Gauche turnes 19

July 508 EWK

Mereoleona turns 31

August 508 EWK

Feugoleon turns 30

Mimosa turns 15 (how does she have a grimoire???)

Altering it to her turning 16, because I don’t think grimoires can be collected early royalty or not

Leo turns 16 ( not 15 for the same reason as Mimosa)

September  508 EWK

Yami turned 28 (9/17/480)

Charlotte turns 27 (9/18/481)

Langris turns 20 

Asta  joins Black Bulls (9/22/492)

Yuno joins Golden Dawn

En turns 24

October 508 EWK

Asta being Fifteen during Mixer adds up as long as his birthday is the day after and turns 16

Yuno turns 16

Leibe turns 16 trapped inside Grimoire still so no cake (unless Charmy put’s some in Asta’s grimoire for no reason)

Luck turns 19 shortly after???? This works if the reason he said he was 19 in anime  (if he did) was only because he was literally a few days a way.

Marie kindapping

Nebre turns 24

Julius tuns 42

Kaiser turns 49

November 508 EWK

Noelle turns 16

Sea Temple

Everyone searching ways to cure Asta

December 508 EWK

Witch Forest

Zora turned 25

William turns 26

Marie turns 10… and minor plot hole (or headcanon hole, who knows??) !!! Her birthday was the episode she was kidnapped and ironically plot wise it lands on Asta’s birthday actually. I could spin this that Gauche lied to see her??? BC how else would that make sense?

Nozel turns 29

January 509 EWK

Alecdora turns 24

Gordan turns 26

February 509 EWK

Star Festival (tournament is announced)

Training

Fragil turns 20

Henry turns 26

Finral turns 22

Grey turns 25

Solid turns 18

March 509 EWK

The Tournment

Rill turns 20

Royal Knights Unite! 

Elf Madness

Recca turns 14

Julius is in body of a 13 year old

Dorothy turns 28 (she is revealed to be 27 during elf arc, and birthday is after, so she is now 28)!

Theresa turns 65 (yeah... this confuses me too, I don't know what to do with her birthday ngl)

April 509 EWK

Asta’s trial

Devil/curse  research begins! 

Magna turns 19

Nash turns 11

Klaus turns 19

Hamon turns 20 (this both shocks and saddens me) 

Sekke turns 17

Nacht turns 29

Kirsch turns 21

May 509 EWK

More devil research with little results 

Sol turns 18

Vanessa turns 25

Late May is the dinner with Charlotte or something 

Siren turns 23 : ’(

Ichika turned 22

June 509 EWK

Charmy turns 20

Jack turns 29

Nero’s human form turns 18, but she is turning 518

Gauche turnes 20

The Agrippa visit

Mimosa puts in application for Heart visit (It takes a month)

July 509 EWK

Mereoleona turns 32

Asta, Mimosa, Noelle, Nero, and Finral go to Heart

August 509 EWK

Feugoleon turns 31

Leo turns 17 (same reason as Mimosa)

Mimosa turns 17

September 509 EWK

Yami turns 29

Charlotte turns 28

Langris turns 21

Asta and Noelle have their little yearly reunion to the knights exam though (implied close to going to Heart)

Theresa's turns 65 1/2?

Filler arcs, but training as started

Charmy, Rill, Luck, Noelle, Finral, Leopold, Charlotte, Asta, Nero, Mimosa train in Heart with Lolopechka and the Spirit Guardians. 

En turns 25

October 509 EWK

Asta  turn 17

Yuno turns 17

Leibe turns 17

Luck turns 20

Nebre turns 25

Julius tuns 43/14

Kaiser turns 50

training

November 509 EWK

training

Noelle turns 17

December 509 EWK

Training

Zora turns 26

William turns 27

Marie turns 11

Nozel turns 30

January 510 EWK

Alecdora turns 25

Training

Gordon turns 27

February 510 EWK

movie!

Julius became Wizard King Ten years ago!

Either he is Wizard King longer because the tournament was postponed due to the drama of everything

Fragil turns 21

Henry turns 27

Finral turns 23

Gray turns 26

Solid turns 19

March 510 EWK

Spade Arc should start here actually (6 months of training ends)

Rill turns 21

Theresa turns 66

Dorothy turns 29

#black clover #black clover manga #black clover headcanons #asta black clover #yuno #yami sukehiro #magic knights #magic knight captains #black clover arcs #noelle silva #black clover anime #manga spoilers #black clover analysis #I should be doing my finals #Black clover arcs #Take with a grain of salt pls I am bad at math

[kairiscorner]

bc i have no life, i made (and will expand):

dialogue prompts list or something

REMINDERS! imma use these on fics if y'all want, though you guys can use these too for your own fics, just make sure to give me credit and tag me, attaching a link to this post is also appreciated if you use this ^^

(btw, i can also repeat some prompts, though please be patient, i might not be able to post so much this month ^^'')

1.) "you're a bad influence on me, y'know that?" (miles 1610)

2.) "yeah, i risked my skin saving you. i don't care if you wouldn't do the same for me, i'm not you."

3.) "mind using your eyes AND brain next time?"

4.) "my heart beats all the time, shouldn't be a big deal, but i can't help but notice how loud the beating is when you're around." (teen!gojo)

5.) "never really understood poetry, but when i read a few lines from this... you were the image that came out of the words." (noir)

6.) "if you really wanted to drive me insane... you'd hold my hand for more than 5 seconds, then you'll see me insane with love." (noir)

7.) "please, for the love of GOD, never shut up."

8.) "my hands are cold... wait, what are you doing, i thought you brought mitt--never mind, this is nice."

9.) "something tells me you aren't happy about it. and something tells me you'll be angrier if i keep asking. it's okay, take your time. just know i'll be right here for you."

10.) "if you can't believe me, then i'll have to show you that i'm serious about you."

11.) "sometimes, you don't have to worry about loving me enough--you do that too much already. what you should worry about... is giving me too much love that you forget who you're supposed to be loving first: you."

12.) "man, after 5 shots of whiskey and a good laugh, i think i've made up my mind--you're gonna be the one i'll marry." "we just met." "and i just fell for you."

13.) "they came to get their shit back without even getting their shit together, how nice."

14.) "i would've thrown a brick in your window if you didn't answer, and y'know, i was going to, but then i remembered you hated getting stuff on your carpet so i left and did it in my mind."

15.) "i want a platypus. and yes, i want you, too."

16.) "your place is filthy." "it's gonna be yours too, one day." "you mean ours."

17.) "why are my eyes gross right now?" "it's... you're crying." "nu-uh." "y'need a tissue?" "yes please"

18.) "you're so stupid, and reckless, and a literal danger to my very way of life--and yet i love you to bits!"

19.) "if i could just go back in time and see you again, maybe then i'd tell myself to love you for a long, long time. even if i never knew it at the time, i regret all the years we've lost together, i regret living my life without you in it."

20.) "now before you ask why i beat the shit out of him in the locker rooms, it was because he was gonna ask you out before i could, okay?" (soccer captain!miguel)

21.) "i am a fully grown adult. i am capable, i am independent, i am strong-willed." "and you lose your shit when you see me come home with a mcdonalds' kiddie meal."

22.) "nobody loves me..." "..." "ahem, i said, NOBODY LOVES ME" "and i'm nobody?" "yay"

23.) "i just wanna bash their head in, but... it's so distracting. their eyes get me lost and i'm, i'm out of it."

24.) "man, they're a lost cause. and yet i keep busting my ass trying to save them. i love being your spouse and curse being your spouse, dammit."

25.) "i wanna kiss... right now... but my spouse'll... hate me." "i am your spouse." "oh damn, then you'll... hate me if i... if i kiss your pretty face, love..."

26.) "go to bed right now." "no." "i guess i'll give your plushie all my kisses." "ok on my way."

27.) "again, would it be me or them? me who's been with you this whole time, me who's took you in when you're so used to being refused, me who's... who's loved you, all this time?"

28.) "where are my--" "keys? here, scatterbrain." "damn, i'm so glad i married you."

29.) "kids, go to your room." "as your co-parent, i say protect me from the dragon about to breathe fire on me."

30.) "i may be his wife, but i'm not his lover."

31.) "i think you have me confused for someone else."

32.) "it's because i care about you that i push myself away, don't you get that?"

33.) "we'll never be okay again, will we...?"

34.) "the noises in my head keep getting louder and louder and louder, but only you... only you help calm them down."

35.) "oh, i get it, fine. i'll fuck off."

36.) "i want that though." "it's a waste of money." "you got it for me anyway."

37.) "how could you say i don't love you when all my life, you're all i come home to and kiss a good morning and good night?"

38.) "what a stupid man i married."

39.) "don't... fucking move... not unless you want me to do it..."

40.) "you went in my ROOM?"

41.) "i accidentally broke the bed."

42.) "i love you." "what?" "ah fuck, i mean, i'll see you."

43.) "GOD, I HATE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH." "is that why you draw you and them kissing together all the time?"

44.) "i can make a mean burned down house and scorched lawn."

45.) "i'll admit it, fine, i can't win your heart. because your heart isn't any prize to be won, you're not an object. you're... you're you. and i LOVE you."

46.) "what, why're you staring? can't handle how hot i am?" "no, it's just that you've got a shit-eating grin on your face i'd love to punch off you."

47.) "i actually hate summer vacation... i won't be able to see you everyday for 3 whole months."

48.) "ooh, you drank from my cup, you know what this means, we had an indirect kiss."

49.) "just tell your crush you like them already and stop being a big baby about this." "okay, fine. i like you." "wait--"

50.) "i know it looks stupid, but... i tried."

51.) "it's funny, because i had you in mind while making it."

52.) "you think infinity is real, or... are we just living every day hoping tomorrow will come, despite all odds?"

53.) "you're so fucking stupid...! stupid, stupid, stupid... why did you... dammit, why?"

54.) "i don't even know who i share my bed with anymore."

55.) "bite me and get what you want, what we both want."

56.) "we'll never have to see each other again after this."

57.) "quit making promises you can't keep."

58.) "tell me to shut up one more time. go, i'm waiting."

59.) "ah, sorry, i... oh, your hand's really soft."

60.) "what are you doing?" "just capturing the moment in my mind when i'm with the most perfect person in the whole multiverse."

61.) "and you know what your problem is? you can't stand seeing me happy, that's your fucking problem."

#kairi has no life #dialogue prompts #atsv x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #writing prompts #atsv imagines

[dollystuartwrites]

Stray Gods - Chapter 45

Pairing: Gods!OT8 x !F!Reader Genre: romance, friends to lovers, polyamory, mystery, supernatural, angst, fluff, smut Wordcount: 2713 Chapters:  [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] [11] - [12] - [13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [18] - [19] - [20] [21] - [22] - [23] - [24] - [25] - [26] - [27] - [28] - [29] - [30] [31] - [32] - [33] - [34] - [35] - [36] - [37] - [38] - [39] - [40] [41] - [42] - [43] - [44] - [45] - [?] MASTERLIST Summary: With no memory of who you were, you wake up in the woods, only to be found by eight unusually handsome men. With no information of the past, the guys decide to take you in and take care of you for the time being. But that time becomes years, and as time passes, you start to notice that there is something different about them... and something different about you... Warnings: angst, praise, thigh riding, kissing, fingering, overstimulation, lovebites, bad/miscommunication, low self-esteem, swearing, name-calling, dry humping, college, degradation, gods, special powers, vaginal sex, oral sex (f&m), mentions of contraception (condoms&thepill), injuries, mentions of death (but no character deaths), virgin!reader, teasing, orgasms, poly relationship, semi-public sex, daddy kink, strength kink, grinding, I've probably forgotten some, so let me know if I did and I will add more as the story progresses. Taglist: @eastleighsblog​​​​ @tangerminie​​​​ @swittyregan​​​​ @septicrebel​​​​ @jiimout​​​​ @zandra-42​​​​​​@julciaqwerty​​​​ @vampcharxter​​​​ @mercurezed​​ @thatgirlangelb​ @cookiemonstermusic258​​ @stayconnecteed​​ @bubblelixie​​ Want to be added or did I miss you? Just send me an ASK or DM

Lots of love and many thanks to my beta’s from wattpad: rocker7898 and sydneye2411. You guys made my writing so much better <3

You yawned as you shuffled sleepily into the living room on Friday morning.

‘Morning cutie,’ Minho said, being the first to notice you. He came over to stroke your hair with his free hand. In his other hand, he was holding a pan with Pajeon in it, which he then brought over to the sleepy faces that were already sitting at the table. Chan’s eyes were barely open as you walked in. You guessed they had been closed until Minho had spoken to you. Hyunjin’s face had been resting in his hands but he looked up as you came in. Changbin was leaning on the chairs’ hindlegs, scrolling through his phone with one hand as his other played with a strand of his dark hair. Jeongin was standing in the kitchen, which was unusual as Minho normally wouldn’t let anyone near him whenever he was cooking. He must’ve been helping cook.

You greeted them all with a yawn and walked over to your favorite spot. Chan had already pulled back his chair, his arms stretched out for you as you crawled onto his lap.

‘Morning sleepyhead,’ he mumbled groggily as he wrapped his arms around you, planting a kiss on the top of your head.

Changbin let his chair back on all fours as Minho handed him his breakfast.

‘So are you ready for your trip?’ He asked, being the most awake of all of them, except for the cooks, maybe. You nodded eagerly, feeling slightly more awake as you thought about it. You had been looking forward to it so much. Not just going back to Jeju, but spending some quality time with Seungmin as well.

Hyunjin shifted in his chair, blinking a few times and sitting upright, suddenly looking more awake.

‘Oh right, that’s today,’ he said, smiling at you. ‘I do recommend you take some stuff with you to entertain yourself. Our starboy can really get a little too nerdy with his work,’ he said, clicking his tongue and pulling a face.

A loud whooshing sound came so unexpectedly and gave you such a start that you swung your arms around Chan’s neck and buried your face between his chest muscles. You could hear Hyunjin let out a shriek and both Changbin and Minho swore loudly.

‘I heard that,’ Seungmin’s voice sounded coldly.

‘For heaven’s sake Seungmin, can you not?’ Chan said angrily.

‘Sorry, y/n,’ Seungmin said, as you turned around to see him, letting go of Chan and ignoring what he said. Immediately, Hyunjin, Minho, and Changbin simultaneously started to lecture him about what they called “indecent” behavior.

‘So are we allowed to teleport whenever and wherever now?’ Jeongin’s voice asked over the tirade of swears the three men were throwing at an unconcerned Seungmin.

‘No, Jeongin, you cannot,’ Chan answered quickly with a stern voice. Jeongin pulled a face before returning to his cooking. Chan only had to look at Minho, Changbin, and Hyunjin for them to shut their mouths again, although they still looked annoyed. Seungmin sat down next to you and Chan.

‘Packed all your bags?’ Seungmin asked as he sat down. You nodded, turning on Chan’s lap to face him. ‘Good, I wanna leave early today, so I’ll have enough time to set up my stuff,’ he stated. ‘Also, as much as I hate to say it,’ Seungmin began, throwing Hyunjin a dirty look, ‘it would probably be wise to bring some extra stuff to do. I’ll be quite busy,’ He said, looking at you apologetically.

‘Breakfast!’ Minho said, as he put a Pajeon on Chan’s plate, working his way around the table. You got up from his lap, giving him some space to eat when Felix came walking in. He greeted the group and sat down next to Hyunjin, who was also eating now.

‘Good morning,’ Han greeted as he shuffled into the kitchen sleepily. The boys all gave their greetings as Han walked around the table, stopping in front of you. ‘Y/n,’ Han said softly. You looked up at him as he planted a short kiss on your lips. For just a second you felt taken aback. Sure you had kissed him before, and more, but none of the boys had ever kissed you on your lips in front of the others. You felt yourself blush instantly as Han withdrew his face with a playful but innocent expression. His sparkling green eyes suddenly seemed to be the only thing that existed in this world. Then a protesting exclamation pulled you back to the real world.

‘Hey man, no fair!’ Changbin growled, jumping up from his chair. Minho, Felix and Chan all let out grumbling protests as well.

‘Can I get one too?’ Hyunjin asked eagerly, also getting up from his chair.

‘Is this how we can greet y/n now?’ Jeongin asked enthusiastically, also running over. You felt a tug at your hand, pulling you from your chair and onto Seungmin’s lap.

‘I thought I had her reserved for the weekend,’ Seungmin spoke coldly as he wrapped his arms around you the way Chan had. Instantly, more protests arose from around the room.

‘Can’t we just share?’ you said with a giggle, looking at all the scowling and eager faces around the table.

‘No. Not this weekend. I’ll allow it after that,’ Seungmin said with a grumble, pulling you in closer and nuzzling his face into your neck. You giggled again as his soft hair tickled your neck.

‘You know she’s a person, right? You can’t just say you’ve reserved her,’ Felix said, clicking his tongue.

‘Boys, please don’t fight,’ you said, trying to hold in your laughter. Never in your life had you imagined being fought over, especially not by all the men you equally loved so much.

‘You reserved her from Friday afternoon. It is now morning, come on, we promised to share,’ Han said in a lecturing kind of voice. He had sat down and was now opening his arms for you, winking at you seductively as if he were trying to lure you in.

‘Again guys, she’s a person,’ Felix sighed, shaking his head as he pressed his lips together in annoyance.

Seungmin withdrew his face from the crook of your neck and for a moment you thought he would protest or even zap Han. But then he made a grumbling sound and let go of you.

‘Come to daddy,’ Han said with a low voice, his arms still open for you. You laughed as you walked over to him to sit on his lap. You could see everyone looking at the two of you sourly as you sat down with him. ‘Such a good girl for me,’ he said softly, but still loud enough for everyone to hear. It was clear he was in a teasing sort of mood. You could feel your heart rate rise instantly at his words and you knew your ears were pinking up. Han placed a finger underneath your chin and slowly guided your face closer to his own. For a moment his emerald green eyes enchanted your view before he once again softly put his lips on yours, longer this time. When he withdrew, your stomach was fluttering and your head was spinning.

A sudden clunking sound made you look away from his startled face. Minho had stopped next to the two of you and slammed down one plate with Pajeon. He had his arms folded and looked more than displeased. He wasn’t the only one though. You could easily spot the jealousy dripping from their expressions, many of them even eyeing you lustfully now. You gulped.

‘Where’s my breakfast?’ Han asked as if nothing had happened, looking up at Minho. Blushing fiercely, you quickly drew the plate closer to you to start eating so you didn’t have to see the guy’s wanting eyes anymore.

‘We just ran out of food, sorry,’ Minho said, poorly faking a smile.

Frowning slightly, you walked through the rows of books, searching for the title you needed. Your finger stopped in the place it ought to be, but the book was not there. You clicked your tongue in annoyance. You didn’t feel like asking the librarian whether it was loaned already, as you were sure you had seen several copies before and the woman had never been nice to you. You crinkled your nose and decided to continue searching, hoping someone might have misplaced it. As you wandered the rows of books for a while, a familiar voice caught your attention.

‘Maybe we can ask y/n to host it?’ Sera said softly and thoughtfully. You looked up, peeking through the rows of books. You could see Sera and Adam sitting in the study spot near the window where you often sat. Adam snorted softly.

‘Don’t expect her to,’ he said, pressing his lips together in a grim smile.

‘Why not?’ Sera asked, her voice sounding surprised.

‘Don’t know if you noticed, but y/n isn’t exactly forthcoming…’ Adam said with a look.

‘I thought that was just because I was new to her…’ Sera said, frowning now too.

‘Oh no, she’s actually super welcoming to you,’ Adam said with a nod, ‘But this is probably as far as we’ll get to know her I guess,’ he shrugged.

‘Haven’t you ever been to her house then?’ Sera asked, a hint of worry in her voice.

‘Nope,’ Adam shook his head. ‘I don’t even know where she lives. I just know she has, like, eight roommates, I think?’

‘What? Eight?’ Sera said, raising her voice somewhat in surprise. Adam quickly shushed her, looking around to see if the stern librarian had heard them and quickly continued in a lowered voice.

‘Yeah, and they’re all guys too. Two of them work here actually,’ He said.

‘Two? I thought it was just that Mr. Lee?’ Sera said, raising her brows.

‘No, Mr. Han as well, I think he teaches biology or something? I’m not sure. She doesn’t talk about them a lot,’ he shrugged.

‘Eight guys…’ Sera repeated again thoughtfully. ‘Have you met them though?’ she asked.

‘Yeah, I think I’ve met all of them by now,’ he said, thinking with a frown. ‘Seven of them were there when I woke up after my accident. One of them came to visit me a few times after that as well,’ Adam spoke.

You blinked at this new information.

‘Really? What did you guys talk about?’ Sera asked curiously.

‘Erm, we didn’t talk at all, to be honest,’ Adam admitted, rubbing his neck awkwardly. ‘To be honest, whenever he was there, I always pretended to be asleep. I mean, you have to remember that I used to like her and then I found out she had eight roommates that all look like they’ve been cut out of magazines. I was kinda salty about it for a while, so I didn’t know what to say,’ Adam said with a shrug. Sera clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes.

‘But those eight guys, are they family?’ Sera asked eagerly. It was clear she was getting more curious with every word Adam said.

‘What? Her’s or like, each others?’ Adam asked. Sera shrugged and waved her hand for him to answer but Adam hesitated.

‘Look, I’m not sure if this should all come from me, but on the other hand… She does seem kinda awkward talking about it with me. Although, she seems to like you,’ he thought aloud and paused for a moment. After apparently making a decision, he continued to speak. ‘Well, they’re not her family at least. I don’t think they’re related to each other either, because I don’t see a lot of similarities between them. I think they’re just friends,’ he spoke.

‘But how do they know her then?’ Sera asked eagerly. Adam paused a second, thinking. You remembered how you told him how they had simply found you and sort of adopted you into their group.

‘I guess they just kinda found each other, you know,’ he said vaguely, shrugging. Apparently, the answer was satisfactory for Sera because she shook her head slowly and spoke.

‘Living with eight guys… I’d go mad,’ Sera said with a huff, leaning back in her chair.

‘She seems to be fine with it,’ Adam shrugged again. ‘I mean, they are a little overprotective of her, but they seem to be taking good care of her as well. They often take her on days out too I believe, like art shows and stuff,’ he said thoughtfully.

‘Art shows?’ Sera repeated. Adam nodded. She frowned for a moment. Before anything else could be said, the bell rang, making you jump back in surprise. You checked your watch and realized that your next class had already started. For a moment you lingered, peeking through the shelving unit at the two of them. They had stopped talking and were starting to pack up their stuff. For a moment you considered skipping the class and following them, wanting to hear what else they would say, but you decided against it. Not only was the class an important one, but it also felt wrong to listen in on their conversations, even if it had been about you. You quickly hoisted your bag over your shoulder and ran off, hoping they wouldn’t see you exiting the library.

It was somewhat difficult to focus on your next class. Your mind kept wandering off, back to the conversation you had overheard. You weren’t angry that they had talked about you. You knew it was normal to talk about friends, and they hadn’t said anything bad or untruthful about you. But still…

Something felt a bit weird.

Absent-mindedly, you walked out of the classroom towards the exit of the school. Of course, Sera had asked the questions she had, it hadn’t been weird at all. She was just curious about you. And Adam was right, you weren’t very forthcoming about yourself. It wasn’t just because you found it hard to explain that you were a Goddess living with eight Gods with whom you were in a weird sort of relationship with, but that wasn’t much of a helping factor. After all, technically you were only three years old and never had many friends either to practice with.

But the things Sera had said made you frown for some reason. Like you were missing something. Overlooking something.

But what?

‘Y/n,’ a voice called your name and you looked up. You were already standing outside of the college building, a car standing at the kiss and ride with a familiar figure in front of it.

'Seungmin?' You said his name surprised. He was leaning casually with his back against the car, clearly waiting for you. He drew up quite the attention as you heard the other students passing giggling and whispering, catching snippets of remarks about his sky-blue eyes.

You quickly ran over to him, feeling your cheeks flush pink.

‘What are you doing here?’ you asked him, stopping near him and looking around nervously.

‘I didn’t know this area was restricted to Lino and Han,’ he said coolly, but you knew he was teasing. You clicked your tongue in annoyance.

‘Of course, it isn’t,’ you spoke with a pout, noticing a group of girls stopping some distance away and pointing and giggling at the two of you.

‘Then did you forget about our trip already?’ He asked, sounding somewhat concerned. You looked at him and quickly shook your head.

‘Of course not, but… Aren’t we leaving after dinner?’ you asked surprised, staring at the car and trying to look through the darkened windows to see if you could spot any luggage.

‘I told you this morning I wanted to leave early, didn’t I?’ Seungmin spoke, taking a step towards you. You looked up at him.

‘Like, right now?’ You asked, startled. He nodded, stretching out his hand for you. For a split second, your brain seemed to malfunction with all the thoughts that were popping up in protest. But when you looked at his bright blue eyes, the thoughts melted away like snow in the sun. Your insides felt warm as he looked at you, your heart beating steadily and excitedly for him. A breath escaped you and all concern, thoughts, and doubts seemed to leave with it. You were home with him.

Smiling back at him broadly, you took his hand as he took your bag from you and slung it around his own shoulder, freeing his hand so he could open the door for you. You got in, ignoring the people staring at Seungmin and his car with curious glances. Seungmin threw your bag in the trunk before walking around and getting in himself.

‘Don’t forget your seatbelt,’ he said, looking over to you as he sat down. You reached across your body to grab your seatbelt, but Seungmin was faster. He leaned over you and pulled the seatbelt out for you, his face passing yours closely. You could smell his warm summer-like scent as he clicked the seatbelt in. Your eyes locked for a moment and your lips parted with your breath. He grinned and pulled back, fixing his own seatbelt, before driving the two of you off.

W R I T E R S N O T E

Sorry for the long wait ya'll, I know it's not even a long chapter, but writing is becoming increasingly difficult. I won't forsake the story, I promise, but it might take a long time to finish... I hope things will become better soon. Love ya'll! Thank you all so much for your never-ending support and kinds words <3

Lots of Love

Dolly

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