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Ease - Part 11

Genreangst/fluff

Pairingreader/taehyung

Length: 3.4k

SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

Originally posted by jeonbase

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“I want you to update me on what happens,” said Jungkook, the night before your field trip. “What Taehyung says to you and all that.”

You scoffed. “Jungkook, stop being protective. Taehyung’s never going to do anything; he’s also still probably broken up over Yeji, so I can’t exactly not talk to him.”

“Still,” he shrugged shiftily, “you’d better tell him that I’m with you now. Even if it might be difficult.”

He hugged you tightly before you left, while you muttered that you’re technically weren’t ‘official’, but Jungkook ignored you.

“Remember to text me how it’s going!” he called to your retreating back.

“Yes, mother!”


It was the first time you’d seen Taehyung since the night of the café, so not only were you worried about how he’d been coping, but also how to tell him, without rubbing it in his face, that you were seeing Jungkook.

Your major class had been taken on a trip to a museum, which was a large building with several floors and rooms branching off in every direction. The ceiling was impressive by itself, as the patterned glass with a large chandelier allowed light to flood the room. Jungkook’s words rung in your head, but you’d seen a huge ‘no phones’ sign as you entered and there were numerous members of staff milling about the place, so you weren’t going to risk sending a message for the sake of Jungkook’s motherliness. Instead, you scanned the crowd for the familiar face of your best friend, but you couldn’t see him anywhere.

“You may go off and do your own thing, but remember to have lunch and meet me back here at 4,” announced your teacher. “No excuses. Remember to be respectful to others and take notes; I may include some of this in the test next week.”

Although everyone nodded, there were several small sighs as they realised that they couldn’t completely slack off. After thank you’s had been said, students split off from the group as they went to explore, leaving you standing at the entrance by yourself. You hadn’t needed to make any friends in your class, as you’d always relied on Taehyung being there, and no one had bothered with you, either. In fact, you were pretty sure no one even knew your name.

However, as the crowd thinned, you finally spotted Taehyung standing next to a statue, peering up at the chiselled face in wonder. As your heart rate increased at the sight, you almost bounced over to him, a relieved smile on your face.

“Tae! There you are. I couldn’t see you on the coach.”

Taehyung turned around, and you were surprised to see that he looked relatively healthy. Although he still had dark circles and his eyes lacked their usual shine, he didn’t look like he was suffering from heartbreak. But then again, that’s Taehyung for you, you thought to yourself. He’s the king of hiding his emotions so you think he’s fine, but in reality, you never know what’s going on underneath.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, lacking enthusiasm in his tone.

“Have you been eating properly?” you asked, as he avoided eye contact. “I hope you’ve been okay, I know these past few days haven’t been-”

“I’m fine,” he interrupted, readjusting his cap so that his long hair covered his eyes. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his denim jacket, he walked away, leaving you by the statue. He stopped not far off and looked back, as if he expected you to keep up with him despite the moody response he’d given you.

Sighing at his obstinance, you followed the older boy, throwing him more questions but earning similar, half-hearted replies. Taehyung refused to look at you, and with a mask covering his mouth, it made you feel as if he’d shut himself off, building a wall so that you couldn’t go near him. You racked your brains to figure out if you’d done anything wrong, but as far as you were aware, you’d parted on good terms. Perhaps this was just the consequence of the Yeji situation, you thought.

Taehyung stood behind a glass case, looking down at the objects inside and reading the labels alongside them. You tried to do the same, but you weren’t really looking, the objects merging with one another as you struggled to come up with ideas of what to do next. Clearly, words weren’t working, seeing as Taehyung had clammed up and refused to say more than two words at a time.

“Do you want to talk about it? Because if you don’t, just say and I’ll stop bothering you. I don’t really fancy having a one-sided conversation for the whole day.” You didn’t mean for it to sound sassy, but recently you’d found yourself getting annoyed at the smallest of things. It was mainly directed at Jungkook, as whenever he got snappy you found yourself arguing back, or whenever he talked about Taehyung you backed up your friend instead of him. It was out of character for you, because usually with Taehyung, you knew when to take a step back before things got too heated. But the stress of the dance competition and the pressure from Jungkook and the worries of Taehyung were taking its toll.

So, when Taehyung moved on to another glass case instead of answering your question, you spun around and stalked off, his behaviour beginning to make your skin crawl. You didn’t trust yourself to talk calmly, and that’s why you found yourself glowering on a couch in a silent room. The seat was shaped like a large splodge of paint, with places to sit formed between the rise and fall of the arms. It was on the fourth floor at the back of the museum, so although it had a huge, old clock facing outwards on the window with rusting Roman numerals for visitors to look at, it was dead. Sitting with your arms and legs crossed and staring out the clock at the river below, you let your annoyance fizzle out by grumbling a stream of curse words under your breath in as many languages as you knew.

You understood he was going through a tough time, and you could make allowances for his behaviour, but at that moment, you needed to take some time off. Taehyung rarely had mood swings and you rarely got angry, but since going to university and experiencing all of the hardships that went along with it, both of you had taken cuts and bruises, leaving you raw.

You’d only been sitting there for a few minutes before you heard someone totter into the room, making their way to the strangely shaped couch. They sat in the seat next to you, but due to the circular design and the small hills between each seat, you could only see their legs stretched out in front of them. Luckily, you knew Taehyung’s wardrobe inside out.

“I want to talk about it,” was all Taehyung said.

Without much hesitation, you leant forward in your seat so you could see his face. This time, you could clearly see the pained expression as he stared at a single spot on the floor, his eyes shining and his interlocked hands twisting. There was something in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before, despite all the years of knowing him. It was a mix of regret and disappointment, but the muscle popping in his neck suggested anger. You got up and squashed yourself next to Taehyung, even though there was barely enough room for one person, but Taehyung never cared about personal space when it came to you, so thankfully he made as much space as he could.

It felt odd having him that close to you again, with your hips pressed firmly together and your bodies so packed in that you felt his ribs contract and relax as he breathed. He still had his honey scent, and you couldn’t help feeling nostalgic to all the times where you hid in storerooms together to avoid doing sports or got in the back of Taehyung’s parent’s car with his siblings when they had a very small car. The memories made your heart lift, but you forced it back down again.

You’re seeing Jungkook now, you told yourself firmly. Move on.

“Yeji told me the reason she dated me,” he swallowed, looking down at his lap. Although you grabbed his hand in comfort, you felt your palms go clammy as you realised what Yeji must’ve said to Taehyung. “To put it simply, she never liked me in the first place. I remember everyone being so shocked why Yeji asked me out so quickly after we first kissed, and so did I, but I didn’t question it. I just thought that she had been wanting to date me for ages. In fact, I wasn’t really focused on a lot of things. I think I barely noticed that she wasn’t very happy with me, because I was… I was in my own little world.

“Yeji told me everything. She actually fancied Jimin, but Jimin had told her to ask me out before he would consider dating her. He apparently told her that it was a joke, but she thought she’d do it anyway because then Jimin might take her seriously. But Jimin found out about us dating and told Yeji that she shouldn’t have gone through with it because he still wasn’t going to date her. That’s what I saw them arguing about the other day. So, the only reason Yeji was with me was to get Jimin’s attention. She never liked me, Y/N, never. And I feel like a damn fool. She told me all this and then she split up with me, saying that I deserve someone who loves me and to go chase… whatever.”

The more he spoke, the worse you felt. You tried to shroud your heart to make it thicker, but the bitterness in his tone tore it to shreds and you were left feeling terrible. You couldn’t say anything to console him, because you would’ve been lying through your teeth. This wasn’t news to you, and the guilt was putting your acting skills to the test. You rubbed your thumb against his hand and rested your head against his, letting his hair tickle your cheek while hoping that Taehyung didn’t ask you any questions.

Luckily, he tried his best at making things light-hearted as he grew uncomfortable with the silence you’d created. “But I’ll get over it. Worse things are happening in the world, right?”

“Yeah, but it’s still difficult,” you muttered. This reminded you of what Jungkook had said to you earlier: ‘you’d better tell him that I’m with you now. Even if it might be difficult’. Was this the right time? Is it best to just get all the hard words out of the way?

Telling Taehyung would feel like you were lying to him. It would suggest that the feelings you admitted for him were gone, and that you were completely focused on Jungkook. As much as you wished that were true, the burning sensation in the pit of your chest and the nervousness running up your legs told you otherwise.

Taking a deep breath, you made a quick decision. “Tae, I’ve got something to tell you too.”

Taehyung nodded, his usual steady gaze now darting across the wooden panels on the floor. “I already know,” he whispered softly.

“Oh.”

When you didn’t respond further, he slowly nodded, his eyes still flickering downwards. “That’s great.”

You swallowed your pride and nodded in agreement. When you were with Jungkook, it was easy to forget about your feelings for Taehyung and instead focus on whatever you had with Jungkook, but in that moment, you couldn’t help wondering if you were doing the right thing. Of course, Jungkook was sweet and funny with a childish side that kept you on your toes, but there were also things about him that got you questioning whether you were forcing something that would never work. He was hot-headed, protective, and he hadn’t established which lines he shouldn’t cross with you. Being with Taehyung reminded you of how comfortable you could be, because you knew each other inside out so you didn’t need to try with your friendship. It just… happened.

You shook yourself out of your reverie. Taehyung was probably well aware of what you felt for him, and yet there were no signs that those feelings were reciprocated. He didn’t see you in that way, whereas Jungkook did. Sure, you were going to have to work hard for your relationship to work, but you were determined not to pine for what could’ve been with Taehyung. Jungkook was right; he hadn’t been thinking of you. Although he’d made up for it when it was pointed out to him, not once had Jungkook forgotten about you or left you for someone else. You were doing the right thing. Doing the best thing.

“And do you still… like me?” he asked tentatively, causing your stomach to flip.

The answer was at the tip of your tongue, one breath away from slipping out of your mouth. It was the real answer, the one taking a beating at your conscience every time Jungkook smiled at you with gentle eyes and blushed cheeks. The easiest option was to say that you liked the boy who saw your dancing and the joy in your eyes, but the boy currently pressed against your side saw your fiery temper and learnt your deep thoughts, and still accepted you as you were.

But you sometimes, the easiest option wasn’t always the most honest.

Taehyung looked up with a sorrowful gaze, and as you locked eyes, you knew he saw straight through you. Although you didn’t respond to his question, a shy smile appeared on his lips, making you turn red and look away in shame. However, Taehyung squeezed you hand as if to say it’s okay, I understand.

“Come on,” Taehyung said suddenly, standing up and holding out his hand to help you. “We’ve got hours left here, and it’s only fair to celebrate that you’re no longer single, because that’s a miracle in itself.”

“You little bastard,” you groaned, but there was a smile on your face, knowing that Taehyung’s coping mechanism was keeping busy and insulting you at the same time. “The sad thing is, I’m technically still single, just not available.”

Taehyung grinned, his eyes glinting. “It’s a miracle that you even managed that,” he said cheekily.

“You’d better run, Taehyung, while you still can,” you threatened.

However, Taehyung just laughed, throwing his head back as he did so. The sound filled your heart with happiness, the nagging thoughts of Jungkook and the guilt about Yeji disappearing. “Come on,” he repeated, “let’s go have some fun.”

Taehyung took your hand gently and pulled you into room after room, and you soon relaxed and let the weight of your worries be lost in the back of your mind. Taehyung found most of the paintings hilarious, laughing at their expressions and managing to mimic the same face in each one, causing your camera roll to be filled with Taehyung posing next to paintings. It was just like old times, as you pointed out the ugliest statues and said ‘that’s you’ while Taehyung said he couldn’t tell the difference between you and the litter bins. It was as if time had been rewound back to your high school days when you went on similar trips, with your classmates asking Taehyung to hang out with them, but he always refused and stayed with you. You constantly objected, telling him to be with his other friends, but his response was always ‘who needs other friends when I have an idiot best friend?’ or ‘they don’t laugh at my jokes like you do’.

There were small booths playing videos explaining the history behind the knowledge in the museum, which you and Taehyung were more than happy to sit in to rest your legs. Taehyung watched each video eagerly, leaning forward on his seat as his eyes followed whatever was on the screen. You found yourself getting fidgety during an extremely long video about science, and you couldn’t keep still. Taehyung was intently focused, so you thought you would slip away to grab a snack in the café room before you fell asleep.

“I’ll be back,” you whispered in his ear.

However, Taehyung flung his arm across your lap to prevent you from standing. “It won’t be long now,” he muttered, knowing that you were getting bored.

His hand gripped onto your leg, and although he wasn’t holding on very tightly, you didn’t try and fight him. Instead, you let him absentmindedly play with the fraying rip in your jeans, his thumb stroking your exposed skin and sending tingles through your veins. Not good, your mind was shouting at you. Think of Jungkook, think of Jungkook. But you couldn’t. You knew that there had to be boundaries, but you couldn’t bring yourself to build them, especially when you’d been having such a good time. It was funny how the simplest act of affection from Taehyung left you immobile, whereas if someone else had done the same, you wouldn’t have noticed the roughness of the hands or the coldness of a bracelet trailing against your skin. But you removed Taehyung’s hand and went to the café anyway, telling yourself it meant nothing to you.


After leaving the museum and arriving back on campus, you turned on your phone as immediately it bleeped and buzzed with the missed calls and text messages flooding the screen, with one name on each one: Jungkook.

Not bothering to read his frantic words, you called him back straightaway. The phone only rang twice before he picked up. “Why didn’t you text me?” he asked, not bothering with hellos.

“We weren’t allowed phones inside,” you explained, watching your classmates say goodbye to each other before making their way home. “I would’ve got it confiscated if I’d tried.”

You heard him sigh at the other end. “I was so worried,” he muttered, but despite how quietly he spoke, you picked up on the upset tone.

“I’m fine.”

There was a silence, in which you imagined Jungkook biting his lip in thought. “I think we should practice tonight.”

“Ah, Jungkook,” you moaned, “I’m so tired! Let’s do it another night.”

“Well… if you’re sure… it might do you good, you know. I don’t want you being sad by yourself.”

“And why would I be sad?”

“You saw Taehyung today. Usually that doesn’t put you in the best of moods.”

You thought about it for a few moments, thinking back on the times where you yearned for Taehyung so much that it reduced you to tears whenever you realised that you didn’t stand a chance. “No, I feel better. Much better, actually. We had a good time.” Telling Jungkook this probably wasn’t your best plan of action, but you didn’t want to lie about feeling happy.

That’s what hit you the hardest. You should’ve been feeling worse, you should’ve been aching for him and wishing that it could be different, that there could be more between you. All the anguish and sorrow from the past few months was no longer there, and you knew it was because Yeji was out of the picture. You wished there was some part of you that was sad, as talking to Jungkook and hearing the longing in his voice would’ve been easier to accept if you had been. Because when you were sad, Jungkook could pick you up and take you under his wing, but because you were happy, you didn’t need his comfort. You didn’t need that longing. Sometimes, loving Taehyung got you out of bed in the morning, but sometimes, it left you crying into the sheets and wishing someone could help you up.

“I’d better go home,” you uttered, before hanging up the phone on the silent Jungkook.

He wasn’t happy, and you knew it was because he didn’t like the idea of you having a good time with Taehyung. Jungkook was aware that you hadn’t moved on from him, so his protective side was in overdrive because of it.

Were you just giving Jungkook false hope? Could he really help you move on? He was willing to love you, but it felt like a fairy tale; it was a pleasant idea, but when put into the real world, it felt flat and unthrilling. Instead, you yearned for something you couldn’t have, along with the intense fear that it would be all you’d ever feel.

❛ SCREAM 2 SENTENCE STARTERS

tw for violence, murder, weapons, all that good stuff

“I hate scary movies.”
“It’s good to be scared. It’s primal.”
“Listen, I read my Entertainment Weekly, okay? I know my shit.”
“I got my money, I asked for your money.”
“You know, I don’t even know you and I dislike you already.”
“I don’t like being scared. I don’t like that.”
“Scary movies are great foreplay.”
“Hey, move your ass! You’re late.”
“You know me and organized religions.”
“Lower the walls for the next few days, okay?”
“This self-induced isolation you got going is not healthy.”
“You can’t blame real-life violence on entertainment.”
“It’s a classic case of life, imitating art, imitating life.”
“I lived through this. Life is life. Doesn’t imitate anything.”
“Are you suggesting that someone is trying to make a real-life sequel?”
“Many sequels have surpassed their originals.”
“Well, there’s no accounting for taste.”
“I’d let the geek get the girl.”
“It’s starting again.”
“Multiplexes are just a dangerous place to be these days.”
“You’re in extreme denial.”
“This has nothing to do with us.”
“Can’t we just go back to our psuedo-quasi-happy existence?”
“I skipped. I couldn’t take all the ‘That’s Her!’ looks.”
“You’re playing with the big boys now, got it?”
“Your flattering remarks are both desperate and obvious.”
“Be kind. She saved our lives.”
“She had calf implants!”
“I’m gonna get closer.”
“This must be flat-out hell for you.”
“How are you holding up?”
“It’s really weird, isn’t it? To think this fuss is all because of you!”
“What are you doing here?”
“I was worried about you.”
“Things were okay, until now.”
“I’m seeing someone. Nice guy, pre-med, no apparent psychotic tendencies.”
“I just want you to be careful.”
“What am I supposed to do? Cut everybody off? Crawl under a rock?”
“I want to make sure you’re safe, if that’s alright with you.”
“Nothing like a funeral to bring the family together.”
“What the hell are you doing?”
“I forgive and forget. Just like you, I’d like to get back on with my own life.”
“You bitch!”
“Did you get that on film?”
“You need to check your conscience at the door, sweetie. I’m not here to be loved.”
“I don’t condone violence, but maybe you deserved it.”
“Don’t you think your overreacting, just a little bit?”
“How do you know that my dim-witted inexperience isn’t merely a subtle form of manipulation used to lower peoples’ expectations, thereby enhancing my ability to effectively maneuver within any given situation?”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say.”
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some oozing to do.”
“I think you’re taking your psych major a little too seriously.”
“ ‘I’m fine,’ yeah—fucked up, insecure, neurotic and emotional.”
“HI! No, I really mean that—hi!”
“That shit only calls you when he’s drunk. Don’t go over there.”
“You sound loaded. What’s up?”
“Drink with your brain, that’s our motto.”
“Do you want to die tonight?”
“I’m outta here!”
“Did anyone call for me?”
“It’s your ill-conceived boyfriend.”
“Everyone thinks that sororities are just about blow-jobs, but it’s not true!”
“It’s happening again, isn’t it?”
“Better hurry. Might get scooped.”
“Get your jacket. Let’s get you home.”
“Why don’t you show your face, you fucking coward?”
“You know, I knew this was coming. I knew this wasn’t over.”
“You are not alone, okay? We are all here for you.”
“He needs to realize the nineties is no time to play hero.”
“Why would anyone go back in that house anyway?”
“You’re lucky he didn’t kill you.”
“I think we have a copycat on our hands.”
“Do these guys have to follow you around everywhere?”
“How am I ever going to get you alone?”
“To be honest, I think it would probably be in your best interest to stay as far away from me as possible.”
“I hope that was an off-the-cuff remark that holds no subtext whatsoever.”
“I’ll take my chances.”
“I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“Come on, smile. Just once. Please?”
“I’ll smile when I catch the killer.”
“I’m not here to do your job.”
“He is a gemini, single, but I think he’s gay.”
“Penny for your thoughts?”
“I think I love you!”
“Why won’t you let me touch you?”
“I think you just need to deal with that and move on.”
“How do we find the killer? That’s what I want to know.”
“Let’s not move on. Maybe you are a suspect.”
“Well, if I’m a suspect, you’re a suspect.”
“That’s what reporters do! They stage the news!”
“If she’s not a killer, she’s a target.”
“I’m gonna do what any rational human being would do, and get the fuck out of here.”
“I wanna report the news, I don’t wanna be the news!”
“I need you. I cannot do this without you.”
“Let’s go get killed!”
“I’m a fighter.”
“None of us can avoid our fate, but as an artist, you can honestly face it, and fight it.”
“How long have you been here?”
“I need to be alone right now, okay?”
“Do I get a say in this?”
“The killer’s trying to finish what was started.”
“I’ll be back when you start talking about something a little more Saved By the Bell-ish.”
“What do you wanna do, bonehead?”
“Want to wait here and see who drops next?”
“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”
“Have you ever felt a knife cut through human flesh and scrape the bone beneath?”
“No matter how hard you try, you’ll never be the hero and you’ll never, ever get the girl.”
“Where’s your innovation? Why copycat two high school loser-ass dickheads?”
“This isn’t a good time.”
“Come on, you sent me to prison. You can give me two minutes.”
“There’s been enough exposure. Why would you want anymore?”
“Yeah, I bet you’re real sorry.”
“There was no attack. We were talking, very heatedly.”
“I don’t know about homicide but you’ve definitely got me for raising my voice in a public library.”
“It should’ve been me.”
“Stop treating me like glass. I’m not going to break.”
“Until you find me standing over a body with a knife in my hand, I think you’d better treat me with the rights and privileges afforded to every innocent citizen in this country.”
“Enjoying the show?”
“I just wanna find this fucker!”
“Now we’re getting somewhere.”
“I never meant to hurt you.”
“Stay here!”
“There’s no one there.”
“When this is all over, I’ll still be here.”
“I wanna know who it is.”
“I’m going back.”
“Stupid people go back. Smart people run.”
“We’re smart people, so we should just get the fuck out of here.”
“I’m sick of running!”
“If we know who it is, it’ll be over.”
“Get away from me!”
“This isn’t what it looks like!”
“Shit, who tied these? We gotta get out of here!”
“The killer, he’s here!”
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“You really wanna trust your boyfriend?”
“Don’t you know history repeats itself?”
“Surprise, [name].”
“Thanks a lot, partner.”
“He’s crazy! You know me better than that!”
“What do you think? Experiencing some déjà vu?”
“I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!”
“YOU ARE DEAD!”
“I never would’ve hurt you.”
“You should really deal with your trust issues.”
“Oh! So vulgar!”
“Did he let you talk to him this way?”
“He was a sick fuck, just like you.”
“No. He was a sick fuck who tried to get away with it. I’m a sick fuck who wants to get caught.”
“I’ve got my whole defense planned out.”
“I’m gonna blame the movies.”
“I’m an innocent victim.”
“You’re a psychotic.”
“That’ll be our little secret.”
“See? It’s all about execution.”
“You’re forgetting one thing: I fucking killed him.”
“You piece of shit!”
“You got a Linda Hamilton thing going on. It’s nice. I like it.”
“Nice twist, huh? Didn’t see it coming, did ya?”
“It’s called a makeover; you should try it.”
“I’m very sane.”
“You’re never gonna get away with this.”
“Not wise to patronize me with a gun.”
“Don’t you FUCKING MOVE.”
“I have had a very, VERY bad day, and I would like to know exactly what the FUCK is going on here.”
“I can still help you.”
“Let me kill her!”
“Personally, I think it’s rather poetic.”
“No, don’t you listen to her!”
“Quite a predicament you’re in.”
“Give me the gun.”
“I want you to know I would never, ever do anything to hurt you.”
“We should probably talk about what exactly happened here, you know? Get our stories straight.”
“I’ve been shot!”
“Jesus, you scared the crap out of me!”
“You’ve got more lives than a cat.”
“They always come back.”
“How’s it feel to be a hero?”
“I’m back.”
“I’m coming with you!”
“I can’t believe you’re alive!”
“It’ll make a helluva movie.”

illustriya  asked:

Kate, that second part for Ignis/royal servant was incredibly well-written! I've read it over and over and it still hits me so hard in the feels, lol. I would absolutely love a sequel to that. Not sure if you have something of your own planned, but if you're taking requests for it: maybe she's rushed to a hospital in Insomnia, she's unconscious for a few weeks and the boys comfort Iggy who spends the majority of his time at her bedside, but endless fluff when she wakes up? Thanks so much! :D

Illustriya, you flatter me.🤗 

Knowing that I was able to get some emotion out of you is a job well done in my books - especially because this angst + fluff hybrid feels a bit foreign to me.

Thanks so much for the wonderful request!

I can’t express how happy I am to be able to continue what has become the Ignis x Servant series. I’m having a lot of fun exploring their relationship.

I hope you enjoy my take on the prompt you suggested.

If you’re new click HERE for part 1 and HERE for part 2.

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Note: Due to the fact that this chapter is meant to cover a long stretch of time, I have implemented the use of 3 large dots to signify an unknown amount of time, whether it be seconds, minutes, or hours. It is purposefully left that way to create a sense of ambiguity about the rate at which these events are occurring, and reflect the haziness and blurry nature of the flow of time for Ignis at his lover’s side as well as the s/o in her coma.

*Line breaks still cut off clean for places in time! Emboldened text will let you know where you are at that specific moment.

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As always, I strongly recommend listening to this song on loop while you read. Especially in the case of this chapter, I think the addition of music will deepen the effects of the words being said and allow you to drift away into this alternate reality }

🌜Song: “Space Song” by Beach House🌛 


“Is he asleep?”

Gladio huffed, shaking his head.

“When have closed eyelids ever meant somebody’s awake? I swear, I don’t know how you managed to graduate high school.”

Prompto crossed his arms over his chest in defense.

“Hey – some people just take longer to blink, is all!”

“I’ll make it so your eyes blink permenantly if you keep raising your voice like that. Gods forbid we let Iggy get a moment to rest”

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ohhh tim prompts maybe tim getting used to the idea that bruce is alive again?? maybe bruce realizing that tim had a hard time™ in the past months?

Thank you for this lovely prompt! I love Bruce & Tim hurt/comfort or fluff so this was a lot of fun to write. 

A black envelope peaks out from between the rest of his boring mail. Tim inspects it carefully; weightier than a letter, probably an invitation, his name printed across the front in silver cursive: Timothy Drake-Wayne. Formal, impersonal. No address: hand delivered. He slits the top carefully, shakes out a single piece of card stock.

Bruce Wayne cordially invites you to attend…

He blinks, scans the rest of the invitation with a frown. Party, Wayne Manor, black tie, the twenty-third, six-thirty p.m. A note, written on the back in Alfred’s neat print: You don’t visit as much as you should. Excuses will not be accepted. We look forward to seeing you.

Tim sighs, pins the invitation to the fridge so he doesn’t forget, and goes to check whether he still has a tuxedo that fits. 

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Magnetic Chapter 31: The Pier

Dean Winchester x Reader

1100 Words

Story Summary:  After your Dad was killed, you were shocked to learn all about his hidden life. Deciding to follow in his footsteps, you turn to a life of hunting, surprised at how well you adapted. Then comes along Sam and Dean Winchester, turning your life upside down. You and Dean don’t get along at first, but then things soon start to change.

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“So, what brings the FBI down here for a couple of missing person cases?” The balding police officer asked, as he came dangerously close to spilling his coffee all over the case files.

Wincing, you went to reach for them, but he pulled them out of your way. “No you wait a minute little lady. I don’t just hand these over to anyone.”

Feeling your skin crawl at the blatant looks he was sending your way, you reached down and yanked them from his hands. “First of all, don’t call me little lady, or anything else for that matter unless you want to be charged with sexual harassment. Second of all, FBI trumps any jurisdiction you think you might have.”

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YGO VRAINS fic: hurricane season

Synopsis: There’s a new enemy on the horizon, but Yusaku no longer has to fight alone. This… has its downsides. Namely the fact his friends are more interested in bantering than helping.

Notes: I have no excuse for this. I just can’t wait until they get to the friendship stage. Think of all the humorous team-ups, it’ll be great. Revolver is there because lets be honest, he’s probably going to get a redemption arc. 

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The last remnants of the storm are still swirling when Yusaku emerges from the cyclone, pieces of data streaming past him. It’s only code, a mess of zeros and ones, but the blocky and clear edges look enough like glass it takes effort to keep from flinching. His board is shaky beneath his feet; the latest storm is one of the strongest he’s passed through, and the effort of surviving in those raging winds took more that Yusaku had to give. It is skill and sheer will that keep him balanced on the board, and as he transitions back to the main river of the Data Storm, he finds his hands are shaking.

As always, exiting the cyclone leaves him breathless, and his opponent notices—laughs, too, that sort of loud cackling laughter that Ignis says belongs to “one of these weird American Disney villains” rather than an actual person.

“Look at you shiver, boy! Finally realizing you’re out of your depth?”

Yusaku kind of wants to sneer at that, but the sad thing is, it’s not wrong. His opponent is stronger than expected for sure—Yusaku wouldn’t have risked such a volatile storm otherwise. It’s a shame, too, because he can’t remember the other duelist’s name, and he’s losing to the guy. Talk about embarrassing.

He’s saved from having to respond by a sharp crack of a whip, and holds out a hand gratefully. Blue Angel’s rope of pure blue energy wraps tight around his waist and yanks him through the air. His board slams down onto another stream, the data storm kicking up a multitude of colors in his wake. Her own board skates alongside his, and her face is flushed with exhaustion even as a glowing smile curls her lips.

“Having some trouble, Playmaker?”

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Second Chance Part 7

Summary: Dean and Sam saved you from the witches, but something is wrong with you

Word Count: 1235

Warnings: none

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4   Part 5   Part 6


“Why isn’t she waking up?” Dean’s frightened voice was the first thing you heard when you started coming out of the fog in your mind. “You healed her! She’s fine now.”

“Dean,” Seb said calmly. There were undercurrents of stress in his voice that you knew Dean didn’t pick up on. It was only through years of friendship that you knew what he was really feeling. “She’s been through a lot. Maybe it’s best if—“

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Portalstuck - Dirk: Confront GLARDOS

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