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Summary:Harper Lee “Harley” Barton had always been the hunter, but when the tables are turned on her, Harper must put aside her natural instinct of protecting her family through distance by coming out of the shadows and admitting the truth. Will she survive the challenges that lie ahead of her? Or will she fall prey to her own darkness once more?

Pairing - hinting/eventual Bucky X Harper (OC)

I’m thinking of adding the Metal Plate Giant to the cast of The Cell Giants Project (used to be the Red Rabbit Project) along with Ethan Roller (The Red Giant) the story is developing more!

Between light and shadows

Last night I was thinking about you,

Of how you appeared out of the blue,

Of that dreamy smile, that one can’t hide

When you finally let your heart guide.

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Oh, I believe I can catch the moon

And live in a perpetual June,

Of flowers bloomed and bright sunshine,

Of tender music and fine wine.

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Concurrently come the games,

Those that can burn one in their flames,

The power battles and great disguise,

Don’t show too much interest in your eyes!

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I wished we could skip that stage

And go directly to the golden age,

When we loose the fear and conquer all,

Dance together in love’s ball.

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Well I guess it’s part of the way,

As the wisemen say:

The sun is the greatest source of light

But also of shadows that can fright.

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- S.T.S.

How To Run From The Mess You Made | 7

Make Me Choose

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Hunter

I know I shouldn’t have left so suddenly last night but I just couldn’t stay. Regret was ripping through my chest from the inside out and I was starting to think that I wasn’t going to survive the night. Coach won’t think anything of it but I know Elizabeth heard me leave. As soon as I did she switched on her bedroom light.

A great shame overwhelms me. I’m searching for any good reason as to why I am still here on this godforsaken planet. I survived the crash… but at what cost?

My father was a good man. Yes, he got a little angry sometimes but now I realise it is only because he really cared about me. He cared about my future, he cared about my grades, he cared so much about me that he selflessly searched for me when I was rebelling against him. He loved my mother so much… and she loved him. I took that away from her. I destroyed my family.

My mind glitches with dark thoughts, just like an old broken computer screen, as I sit with my head thrown back against the uncomfortable seat of my photography class. My eyes are closed and all I can see is my fathers face etched onto the insides of my eyelids. I can’t escape from the memories awake or asleep.

“Psst… Hunter…” I hear a soft call of my name, like someone is trying to bring me back from my darkest hour- like someone is trying to lull my demons to sleep. I open my eyes with caution and effortlessly tilt my head to the side. Elizabeth has scooted into the seat next to mine and I’m not sure if I should just get up and leave before she pisses me off or if I should stay and listen to whatever bullshit she has to say. I don’t think I have ever seen her in this class before…

“What do you want?” I ask with a groan and she leans in closer to me, keeping her voice low as the lecturer carries on with their lesson.

“You left really late last night… and I don’t appreciate the fact that you woke me up again. Why did you leave?” She tries to disguise the worry in her voice but I can hear it clear as day. I sit up straight in my seat, bringing my face as close to hers as I can and I smile wickedly. Her doe eyes are trained on my face and I can hear her breathing begin to quicken. As soon as my face is mere inches from hers I say, “None of your fuckin’ business, blondie.”

Her small natural smile quickly dampens and I smirk at her as her eyebrows come to tighten together in both anger and confusion, “Okay. Be that way, but just so you are aware, our assignments are due today and I hope Professor Amber has your ass.” She huffs back against her seat and I roll my eyes at her childish behaviour. Moments later she swoops her bookbag up from the floor and bolts for the classroom door, the dismissal bell soon following after her exit seconds later. Strange…

I don’t allow myself to think too much about it… about her. She is right about the assignment, I haven’t completed it yet and it is due for today. I know that if I hang back after school and beg Professor Amber’s for some extra time then she will most likely give me it. She gets so flustered when I talk to her- she probably has a thing for tattoos.

I’m feeling like utter shit today and Elizabeth’s little strop didn’t make my migraine any better. I have a tonne of shit to do today and I absolutely need to start training or I am going to fall behind. I’ll complete the assignment tonight as well, even if I have to stay up to do it.

After visiting the Professor I head for the gym, however when I arrive the entrance door is swung wide open and I contemplate the possibility that we may be actually getting robbed this time. As I stalk my way further into the building I realise that I am mistaken…

Elizabeth is sat near one of the benches by the ring, her olive coloured sweater is pulled over the palms of her hands and her legs are crossed, “Why the fuck is the door just laying open like that?” I throw my bag down onto the ground and she just shrugs her shoulders, her eyes remaining on her mobile phone.

“It smelt sweaty in here. Needed to air the place out.” She replies after some time and I sigh. I really hope that I am not stuck with her tonight… Her presence is overall distracting and everything she does seems to frustrate me in one way or another.

I walk my way back over to the glass door and close it over, keeping my back turned to Elizabeth I ask, “Where’s Coach?” I tilt my head slightly, catching a glimpse of her with the corner of my eye as I look over my shoulder.

“You mean my dad?” Her tone is daunting and I don’t know how much longer I can cope with her cockiness, “He’s busy. You know… he has other priorities besides training someone like you. Like bills, groceries- Oh!-” She trails on for a moment and I slowly turn back to face her, my eyes narrowing, “-let’s not forget the most important one of them all. Me.” She smiles at me and I can feel my blood begin to curdle like warm milk beneath my skin.

Who the fuck does she think she is?

“Quit being smart with me.” I snap. Her eyes settle on my face, emotionless, and I watch as a shit-eating smile stretches across her pink lips. She finds this amusing.

“Or what, big boy?” She stands to her feet, full of confidence and I am rendered speechless, however actions have always spoken louder than words, right?

My feet move quickly towards her, swooping her thighs up into my arms and slamming her against the wall. Her chest rises and falls rapidly with both surprise and confusion, and I bring my lips close to her neck, pressing a chaste kiss right onto her quickened pulse.

“Why do you always have to be so bad, huh?” I whisper huskily, my eyes glare into hers and I watch closely as her eyes seductively begin to close. I stroke my thumb against her bottom lip, dragging the plump skin slightly with the pad of my finger. My cock twitches in my pants and I smirk slightly at how quiet she has become. The warmth of her body pressed against mine is too much to handle. I drop her back to her own feet and I walk away, forcing myself to the other side of the room before I do something that will fuck up everything. Elizabeth stands there for a moment, her cheeks are dusted a rusty shade of pink and I try to tame my wild thoughts. She smelt amazing… just like the blanket from the other night.

“Look…” She coughs to clear her throat as she speaks after some time of silence, “I didn’t come here to argue with you… I’m not a child. But I do have something to ask you.” She steps closer to me but I keep my feet planted firmly where I am.

“What would that be?” My tone is teasing and I can tell that she is still trying to recover from the moment that happened just seconds ago. Depending entirely on what she says next I may or may not have an easy going night ahead of me.

She has come to me. Of all the people that she knows… something isn’t adding up. We barely know one another and we are always at one another’s throats… literally.

“This might sound weird.” She warns and I cock my head to the side, intrigued. I’ve never seen this side of her. She seems so soft and… almost shy, “Just… don’t laugh.”

I blink solemnly at the anxious blonde girl in front of me, “I won’t.” I half promise… maybe it is something totally ridiculous?

“Would you-” She stutters, bringing her fingers down to play with the soft fabric of her jumper, “-teach me how to box?”

“I-” I find myself recoiling slightly, totally taken back by her question, “What?” I finally manage to ask. Why would she ask me? Her father is the perfect individual for a task like this… why wouldn’t she just ask him?

“Will you teach me how to box?” Elizabeth repeats but the words go right in one ear and then right out the other. I’m finding it hard to process this,

“I want to learn how to defend myself.”

That sentence alone makes me feel uneasy… in fact, it takes me off guard. Defend herself? From what? Or who?

“Why?” I push further and a lot more harsher than before, my eyebrows scrunch together in what is now concern. “Is something going on?”

“Everything is fine.” She attempts to wave my worries away with an inattentive flick of her hand but I’m not buying into her bullshit. I take a few steps towards her, my eyes narrow as they study her face. She is refusing to meet my gaze.

Elizabeth is lying, I quickly come to realise, right through her pretty fucking teeth. I refuse to pry further, it would be a dick move if I made her tell me something that she is uncomfortable with… besides, this is the first time I’ve had the company of a female in a while.

“Okay.” I say lowly, even though I am still unsure of this whole situation. I guess I can try and help her out…

I watch as the light springs to her eyes and just like that I can’t look away. Something about the way she is looking at me is addicting… it makes my chest airy and my brain mush. I shake the thoughts and groan silently.

“What do you want to learn exactly?” I eventually ask, shoving my hands into my black jean pockets.

“Well-” she says breathlessly, “-anything… everything!” She exclaims a little too excitedly and I feel my lips twitch.

I bring my hand up to scratch at the back of my neck, “I don’t have a set in stone rota just yet… between general training and actual matches it may be hard to fit ‘everything’ in. You have to be a little bit more specific, Elizabeth.”

“I know… I’m just really unfamiliar with it all.” She says understandingly.

“We have school.” I continue, bringing two of my fingers up to briefly scratch my itchy eyebrow, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

She nods instantly, “Yes. I’m positive…” her voice is desperate and I can see something burning deep within her eyes… something I am unfamiliar with, “I just want to train. We can do it after hours? I can help you with your assignment…” She states and I stare at her for a second, frozen. How does she know that I haven’t done it yet?

Noticing the look on my face she continues, “Please, Hunter.” She takes a step towards me and her words swirl around in my mind. How can two words possibly excite me this much? Her eyebrows curve into soft arches as she frowns, “I’ll help you and you can help me. Just… Please don’t tell my dad. He can’t know.” She says and that’s when I fully remember that I am talking to my Coaches daughter… fucking hell. This just complicates things. She is asking me to keep secrets now.. a lot of secrets.

“Alright.” I swallow thickly, treading over to my duffle bag I dig out a piece of paper and a pen and I hand it over to her, “Write your number down and I’ll text you with mine. I’ll message you on nights that I am free… and if you aren’t too busy then we can meet here.” With a soft touch she takes the small tear of paper from my fingertips alongside the pen. She scribbles down some digits onto it and I contemplate the possibility that she may be giving me a fake number.

“I’ll write your assignment for you tonight, I completed mine last week.” She promises and hands me back the piece of paper, of course she completed her assignment last week, “I know about the big fight coming up… congrats on getting accepted.” Her voice is warm for a change and I nod my thanks in response. She is acting so differently…

The two of us stare at one another for a long, silent moment. The spell is soon broken, however, when Elizabeth takes a small step away from me, clearing her throat and diverting her eyes to the ground in front of us.

“I think I should go…” She says and I cumple up the piece of paper in my hand and shove it into my pocket.

“Yeah. You should.”

“Just remember to lock up, loser.” She says as she steps towards the exit and I stare at her, unamused. If she wants me to teach her how to behave then I can definitely do that, too…

“Obviously.” Whatever civil ground there was between us has now vanished and I can physically feel my mind turning cold.

“Goodnight.” Elizabeth murmurs but before I have the chance to say anything back she is gone, retreating to the dark streets outside.

Him | 5

Make Me Choose

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Elizabeth

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I think the saddest people are the ones who always try to make everyone feel included and loved, because they know how miserable it is to feel utterly worthless and alone. So they try their best every damn day to assure that no one else ever has to feel that way. My dad and I are best friends, I look after him and he looks after me.

For a long time money has been tight and the stress just piled onto me throughout the years, so when my dad least expects it I  like to sneak away to parties to hang with people I have no intentions of talking to again.

When I burst into the gym the other night I had no idea Hunter would be there. The party I was at got crashed by people that weren’t invited and a fight broke out. A gun was shot off and my vision blacked out- I just ran until my legs eventually started to give out. The gym was my safe haven… it was the closest place I could hide. I thought Hunter may have been one of the guys that showed up at the party and followed me into the gym, that’s why I was so terrified when he tackled me to the floor. As much as I hate to admit it, when I realised it was Hunter I immediately felt safe. He has this undying loyalty for my dad and I knew he would have protected me if he needed too.

I’m not a bad person, I am just a very stressed person who struggles to find ways to wind down. I don’t smoke and I have never really liked drinking alcohol… but when I surround myself with people that are a little bit like me, it brings me comfort.

We are all just people made up of broken pieces.

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The bookcase is ornate, as if carved by someone with a profound love for literature. The engravings are of leaves, of autumn berries and birds with spanned out wings- so sublime as if to invite the fingers to take in the art just as much as the eyes.

The musky smell of old worn pages fill my nostrils and upon the shelves that line the library walls are the rainbow spines of a banquet of books. The ink filled pages hold stories greater than real life, stories that are able to take you from one universe to the next. I often find myself lost in the world of words, picturing myself a happy ending where everything is still and calm.

My ending would be peaceful- alone in a field with the love of my life, we are laughing and talking and messing around.. we would be gazing up at the bright sunny sky and that is where my story would end. I’d be happy…

The clock strikes 7 p.m. and I have never been happier to leave the library. After school hours I work shifts at the local library not too far from the college campus, the pay isn’t extortionate but it does help my dad and I on a rainy day. I usually help reorganise the shelves into genre and dust and polish the bookcases, it is time consuming but it keeps me busy… I like to be busy. It keeps my mind from wandering to places it shouldn’t.

Winter air engulfs me in an unwanted embrace and I am so thankful for the gloves that cover my fingers and the grey beanie that is pulled across my scalp. I yank my coat tighter around my torso, clinging onto any sort of warmth that I can. I head for home, my father and I haven’t been very lucky in life- sure, our house is small and boringly decorated but it is better than being homeless. We are just thankful that my mother signed the house over to us before she passed away…

My dear mother.

I never got the chance to meet her… she died giving birth to me. Pictures of her and my father litter the walls of our house but that is the closest thing I have to remembering her. Crumbs… literal crumbs of what was once an amazing human being. My father has always said that I have her smile, and that I definitely have her personality. He would joke about how much of a perfectionist I am and knowing that my mother was the same brings me some sort of comfort.

I sigh out softly and allow my eyes to scan my surroundings analytically. Paranoia begins to seep into my brain and I choose to walk a little faster. This city is dangerous and I have to be aware of what monsters may be sneaking around in the shadows.. Luckily for me I’m only around 7 minutes away from my house. I walk this route every day, day in and day out, and each time it gets a little bit quicker. The music buzzing through my headphones never really seems to last as long as it used too.

When I was little my dad tried to get me into boxing but I just couldn’t take to the sport. As a little girl I was more interested in sparkly ponies with bright coloured hair and barbie dolls, not sweaty boxing gloves and punching bags. I regret not taking him up on his offer, I know that if I did I would feel a whole lot more secure walking home alone…

Instead of him trying to force me into something I hated he would take me ice skating every Friday after school. He would pick me up from the school courtyard and we would just drive straight to the ice rink. It was the highlight of my week… but when I started highschool it just stopped. He got more occupied with business and I tried to understand. Disappointment became a regular occurrence in my life and I learned the art of independence. I went off on my own and I stopped relying on others for company… I taught myself how to not need anyone.

I push forth through the chilling wind and eventually I am met with my front door. I hear my father chuckle loudly from inside and brush it off, blaming it on the fact that he may be watching something funny on the television. Before I enter inside I kick my shoes off from my feet and step into the warmth of my house- only for my ears to be met by the laughter of one other person. He is here with someone.

“Hey, sweetie! We’re in the kitchen!” My dad booms loudly as he catches his breath from laughing so hard and I remain silent as I stalk my way through the living room and into the kitchen.

We?

“You remember, H…” My eyes land on the lean brunette who is sitting in my spot at the dining table and I nod, smiling briefly.

“How could I forget?” I peek around my fathers frame and notice that the stove is cold.. “I thought we were going to eat when I got home?” My eyebrows soften as disappointment seeps into my chest. He hasn’t done this before… I’ve gotten used to my father disappointing me with certain things but this is new and it hurts.

“Shit.” He brings his fingertips up to press the crease between his eyebrows, his eyes are closed tightly with frustration, “I forgot. I’m sorry, El… ” His eyes land on me and I allow my shoulders to slump as I physically relax at the sound of my nickname. I know how busy he can get sometimes… especially when he and Hunter get together.

“It’s fine, Dad… Why don’t you throw something on now while I go and take a shower?” I drop my book bag down onto the kitchen table and I can feel Hunter’s eyes following each move I make. He is such a weirdo. My stomach clenches with hunger and I clear my throat to mask the grumble that comes from it. I ate breakfast this morning but other than that I haven’t eaten anything else… I’m starving.

“I could give you some cash… I think Mr. Peterson’s store is still open. You can grab something from there.” I watch closely as he plunges his hand into his coat pocket and I find myself questioning why he still has his jacket on. Is he planning on leaving? Why is Hunter even here?

“And what about you? Won’t you be eating anything?” He hands me a ten dollar bill and I take it from him hesitantly, frowning slightly as I await his answer.

“Not tonight, Honey. Hunter and I have some errands to run.” My jaw flexes at the mention of Hunter’s name and I let my eyes flicker to the tattooed asshole seated in the corner. He is already staring at me and he spares me a smug smile- a look that say ‘fuck you and eat by yourself’.

“Brilliant.” I snap, frowning deeply and turning on my heels to head out of the kitchen. My father’s feeble attempts to call my name go unnoticed and I am persistent to continue on with my rant.

I bound up the staircase, stomping my feet purposely hard on each step that I walk up until I reach the top. I know I am overreacting but I just can’t control the anger bubbling up inside of me. It’s not just anger, it is hatred and hurt. I slam my bedroom door closed and pace around the floor. I can hear the muffled sound of Hunter and my dad talking down the stairs which only aggravates me more. The ignorance of that man makes me want to scream- and I am not talking about my father. Hunter knows exactly what he is doing, he is pushing me and pushing me because he knows that he has something to hold over my head. Something he can easily tell my dad. I can’t react to him in the way I want to, not when my dad is present anyways, and he is aware of this. Why can’t he just piss off and interfere with someone else’s family?

I grab a pillow from my bed and whack it against the wall. Urgh! I hate him. He has gotten his stupid nails wedged so deeply between my father and I that there is literally nothing I can do about it. About him. My dad is treating him like he is a part of this family- like he is the son he never got to have. Fucking Morales.

Epinephrine floods my bloodstream and I try to control my sharp and fast breaths. Life was fucking great before that idiot showed up. I never got caught doing anything- I could do as I please without consequences but now that has all changed. Hunter has crashed into me like a meteor strike and my life is in diabolic ruins. He needs to go… or something has to change. I need to know more about him, where he came from and how long he intends on fucking around.

Concentrated and calm I head back down to the kitchen, walking in at what seems to be the perfect moment, “Coach, I can’t drive- well, I can but I don’t want to. There is no way you can take us because you’ve already had one too many beers. Let’s just wait until morning-” An idea rockets into my mind and I step further into the room.

“I’ll take you. I’m sure you are a delight to spend a couple of hours with.” Hunter shoots me a questioning look at my sarcastic tone and I shrug my shoulders. This is the only opportunity I have to get a bit more information about him and I’ll take whatever chance I can get.

“Meet you out front in 5 minutes.” I give both of the boys a tight lipped smile before I head to the front of the house. Luckily my shoes are easy to slip on and I am outside in the matter of seconds. I juggle the car keys in my hand before I click the small black button to unlock the vehicle. It is a silver Toyota Prius, the 2010 model. It isn’t the flashiest car in the world but it is cheap to run and the maintenance isn’t too bad. It gets us to where we need to be so I’m not complaining.

I slip into the driving seat and immediately I turn on the air conditioning, setting the dial to hot as I try and warm the car up a little bit. Hot air blasts through the vents and I relax into the padded seat. With the corner of my eye I see something dark charge towards the car, and I barely have time to realise it is Hunter before he is diving into the passenger seat. A scowl rests heavily on his face and I smile at him.

“What is your problem?” He asks harshly but I simply ignore him and I turn my head away from him to look out onto the dark road in front of us. We haven’t even left my house yet and he is already talking too much. Shoving the key into the ignition keyhole I turn the key to start the engine. It takes two tries but eventually the engine roars to life. I shift the stick into gear and we speed off into the night. Hunter’s breath catches in his throat and I glance at him vaguely.

“Put your seatbelt on, Elizabeth.” I look down at myself, only now realising that I actually don’t have the protective belt strapped across my body. Doing as he asks, and for my own safety, I clip the belt into place. Clearly it puts Hunter at ease as he is now not tensing up like he was before.

“Where are we heading?” I ask with both hands slackly gripping the steering wheel I keep my eyes trained on the road, reading any road signs that flash up at me and sticking to the speed limit.

“Uh…” Hunter hesitates for a brief moment, clearly wracking his brain for the answer, “Think he mentioned something about picking up some paperwork from a few towns over. A guy named Nathaniel is going to meet me with it.”

“Hmm, okay.” I reply back and nod my head in agreement. There is some common ground between us… for now, anyways.

“So… when will you be abandoning ship then? A couple of weeks from now or-?” I watch as Hunter’s face wrinkles with both confusion and distaste. I go on to say, “Just because no one sticks around forever, ya know? You seem like one of those guys that just goes wherever they please.” My blows are hidden by the neutral tone in my voice but that doesn’t stop Hunter from overreacting- as always.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He almost growls and I grip my fingers tighter around the steering wheel, my knuckles turning an icy shade of white. The air is beginning to feel thick between us already and I don’t know if I should blame myself or the air conditioning but I don’t stop.

“Don’t you have a family of your own?” instead of trying to steal mine, is what I want to say but I don’t. For a moment his features darken and I feel a pang of regret hit my chest. Maybe I’m being crazy and harsh… maybe he is just a boxer and my dad is just his coach.

“You know fucking nothing about me, blondie.” He fires back lowly after some time and I gulp down a growl.

“Stop calling me blondie!” I yell, totally enraged at his lack of interest in my questions. He doesn’t seem to care that I am asking him these things, but he is being ignorant with his answers.

“Would you shut up and quit yelling, I can’t even hear myself losing the will to live.” I turn my head to him and the look on his face sends me flying over the edge. I grind my teeth uncomfortably tight and glare at the road passing us by.

“Kiss my ass.”

Hunter releases a gravelly laugh and I breathe out heavily, trying to calm my raging inner emotions. I don’t think I can even stand to be in this car with him for much longer, but this was my idea. Maybe I do make bad decisions…

To my right, Hunter starts to dig around blindly in the glove compartment of the car and I glance between him and the road a couple of times, both confused and a little bit angry that he is mindlessly going through our things, “What the hell are you doing? Stop touching stuff that isn’t yours!” With one of my hands I reach for him over the centre consol and struggle to close the compartment whilst also keeping control of the moving vehicle.

“Chill out, I’m just looking for some CD’s.” He carelessly remarks and I scoff.

“You’re going to make me crash!” I say seriously and Hunter freezes. His entire body comes to stiffly sit in place and I retract my hand from his side of the car and focus back on the road. His breathing becomes gripped and deprived and I look at him worriedly. What is up with him?

“Thank yo-“ I go to say.

“Stop the car.” He pants harshly and I can hear the panic entwined in his voice.

“I can’t just stop the car, moron, we are on a highway-” I try to argue back but he frightens me by doing something that nearly sends me spinning off of the road.

“I said stop the fucking car, Elizabeth!!” He reaches across the console and grabs at the steering wheel. I scream and push his hands away forcefully, my heart and mind racing frantically. We swerve from left to right and I feel my body begin to shake.

"OKAY! OKAY!” I wail loudly and pull over to an empty spot on the side of the busy road. Hunter is fast to unclip his seatbelt and plummet out of the car and I instantly follow behind him, basically falling out of the driver’s seat. He nearly got us both killed!

Furious, I open my mouth to scream at him but what I see stops me right in my tracks. Hunter is curled over on the ground, his hands are pressed flat against the floor and his fingers are splayed out across the concrete. I can see the rapid movement of his back muscles as he breathes in and out briskly. He is having a panic attack. It is painful and scary to watch him lose control of himself.He needs someone… and I am the only one here.

I crouch down next to him and place a caring hand on his buff shoulder, letting him know that he is not alone and that I am here for him, whilst also leaving some distance between us both, “Hunter…” My voice is quiet against the roar of the traffic and my chest tightens when his teary eyes meet mine. Impassiveness shrinks his irises as terror gleams through his forest  green eyes and he rises up from his knees and to his feet, “Don’t.” He says coldly, “Just don’t.” There is a warning behind his words and I respect his boundaries.

Maybe I went too far.

I have another WIP idea… someone tell me no… SOMEONE TELL ME TO FINISH THE ONE I’M WRITING PLEASE!!!!

From that moment on I make a promise to both myself and to the frail blonde girl snuggling beneath her mint green comforter-

I will never leave her to face anything alone ever again.

Hunter Morales, Make Me Choose.

Master list

I have decided to participate in Wattpad’s Open Novella Contest!! The goal is to write 20,000 words in 13 weeks, using a prompt given from the ONC crew. I am thrilled to introduce the novella I will be working on for this contest: Alexis of Troy! This is a comedic story of a girl thrown into the legend of Troy. Aided by a frustrated goddess, Alexis must find a way back to her world without messing with the timeline. The only problem, she’s caught the attention of one Paris, Prince of Troy!

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“All my life I wanted something more than what I had. I wanted action, I wanted adventure, I wanted everything I read in books. More than anything, I wanted romance.

My life is as boring as it gets. Until, that is, I met him.”

For Olivia Matheson, life is pretty decent. She has an okay job as a barista, she has a house of her own, and her pride and joy, Athena, her lovable, yet skittish, cat. She also has one big passion: writing.

But, there is one thing missing from Olivia’s life: love. Being shy, recluse, and awkward, Olivia can’t seem to get the whole dating thing right. As soon as she meets someone, she shuts down entirely, and they usually don’t pursue her any further. Her loneliness is growing, but her standards for meeting someone is right up there in romantic world of books and movies.

Everything changes when she meets Lucas.

Lucas is the new guy in town, with his own haunting past. He’s charming, confident, and adventurous, everything Olivia is not. And yet, he pulls her into his orbit like a sun drawing a planet. Lucas isn’t going to give her up without putting up a fight, and just when Olivia is finally able to break her walls down, Lucas’ past catches up to him.

Olivia wanted a daring life, and Lucas is giving it to her, but when confronted with it, can Olivia handle it? Will her love for Lucas hold out against the darkness of his past?

If you love Korean Dramas, and love reading fanfiction, this might just be the story for you! (though this is not fanfiction per say, it is definitely inspired by all Korean Dramas I’ve watched). 

If you want to read this story, follow this link: The Kingdom in the Closet

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Summary: You may have never heard of the Kingdom of Tangna, which is said to been created by magic. Tangna is safe haven for its people, who feared the dark threat that was growing in the West. With one last attempt to protect his people, Emperor Yong-Sun had a sorcerer place the kingdom in a place no one would ever think to look: a simple, wooden closet. 

The emperor was killed, but his family and people survived, living in safety in the closet. They had all they needed to build a life for themselves, and soon they started to expand and grow. The sorcerer’s magic created a habitable world within the closet, and for centuries it lay hidden, the closet sealed away in the ruins of the old kingdom, eternally preserved. 

In 2020, for Crown Prince Chin Kang-Dae, there is no life beyond the doors that borders his kingdom. Technology has developed, and the kingdom of Tangna continues to live in peaceful ignorance of the truth behind its creation. The history has become nothing more than legends. Until, one day before his coronation, Kang-Dae is visited by a weathered, sorcerer. She tells the prince that the darkness is coming, and Tangna will be destroyed unless Kang-Dae leaves the closet to find a way to stop it. When Kang-Dae refuses, she casts a spell on him, and, when he awakes, he finds he’s not in the Kingdom of Tangna anymore, but in a country known as Korea. 

Park Mi-Cha is a charismatic, lazy girl who is used to coasting through life on her charms and wits. Now, failing out university, still living at home with no idea of what to do with her life, Mi-Cha is facing constant scrutiny from her parents and friends who are all starting to build families and lives of their own. Mi-Cha’s life is flipped upside down when she is rescued by the mysterious, but strange Kang-Dae, who insists she’s going to help save his kingdom. But, evil follows Kang-Dae, and Mi-Cha soon finds herself facing two wars she isn’t prepared for: the war to save a kingdom, and the war for her heart.

Bimil Tokki

Summary: Everyone across the world knew of the famous seven, their reputation going all around for being the purest idols out there. In fact, some might have thought they were descendants from actual hybrids in their family, but respecting their private life… No one knew the truth—However, what has been kept a secret for years was that the youngest member, known for his bunny smile, has a hybrid himself.

What happens when the shy bunny girl meets the members for the first time? Will it be fight, flight… Or a clingy adorable mess?

~Genre: Fluff & Humor, Hybrid au

~Pairing: Jeon Jungkook (BTS) | JK x Hybrid f! Reader

~Word Count: 4.3K

A/N: This story was requested by @rainbow-bunny-bts ! I hope you all enjoy it…

“Where’s Jungkook?” Hoseok questioned; hair slightly disheveled from just waking up. His feet dragging himself through the hall until the busy kitchen was in plain sight, immediately noticing how the youngest was nowhere to be seen as Seokjin and Yoongi moved around the island with ease.

Scrunching up his nose in confusion, Hoseok’s eyes darted around the room… Weird, he would’ve thought that Jungkook would be the first one here. Especially since the delicious smell filled the whole house—In fact, the promise of food was the main reason Hoseok left his bed, the scent being too mouth-watering to ignore.

The two eldest’s attention, however, never wavered from the multiple tasks at hand as they didn’t acknowledge the new presence or question. Yoongi and Seokjin never hesitating to take charge on cooking a heartful breakfast for the members. It didn’t hurt that they were also the best chefs in the group, maybe even the world as they put all their love and hard work into making everyone ate a proper meal.

Occasionally, Taehyung or Jimin would gather ingredients for them, but for the most part… All of the guys stayed out of the way, watching from the side-lines.

“He’s still sleeping… Since its our day off, I didn’t bother to wake him. Jungkook needs as much rest as he can get—We all do,” Namjoon stated seriously without eye-contact, his nose in a worn-out notebook. It was obvious to anyone that he was tremendously tired, but Namjoon continued to work.

Tapping sounds echoing throughout the room from a pen hitting the table’s surface, loose papers being scattered around that contained inked scratched marks and notes. Namjoon’s face twisting in deep thought, eyes shining with nothing but passion as he quietly mumbled the brand-new lyrics to himself. Proof checking to see if the words flowed off the tongue.

“Plus, waking up that kid is a living nightmare. We’d have a better chance moving Bukhan Mountain,” Yoongi scoffed, blowing on a piece of meat before presenting it towards an eager Jimin. Narrowed chocolate eyes analyzing his facial expression for any sign that the food needed adjusting. Yoongi nodding smugly as a smirk formed when hearing Seokjin’s usual high-pitched seal laugh toward his joke, the rest joining in that caused him to puff out proudly—That’s right… Laugh peasants.

“Yah, it’s about time that brat gets up anyways. Come help set the table, then someone go wake him—Namjoon! For the last time, I am not going to tell you twice… Stop working right this instant, you need a break too!” Seokjin instructed, shouting as loud as he could and although there was no firmness or anger directed in his tone—Quite the opposite actually as he tried to recover from laughing too hard—no one gave any protest or reason not to follow orders.

Everyone leaving their seats to help, even Namjoon sighed in defeat while putting the notebook and papers safely away to assist.

The six didn’t have trouble getting around, rarely bumping into another as they unconsciously moved in sync to gather plates, utensils, and cups. Yoongi and Seokjin not wasting time to place the meals on different serving plates before moving it to the table for grabs. The preparations had the dining room appearing like their own personal restaurant and everything.

A mini buffet for days… Or at least everyone gets seconds.

“Perfect! Someone call JK.”

“I’ll do it… JUNGKOOK!” Jimin shouted, refusing to physically search for the sleeping member as his powerful voice ricocheted off the walls like a beautiful melody and not a screeching banshee. Waiting a long silence before Jimin let out a mischievous grin, shrugging as he started to serve himself. “Oh well, I tried… More for me then.”

Snorting, Taehyung held in a laugh as Yoongi clapped with pride at the comment. Seokjin shaking his head softly, getting up to at least try and wake up Jungkook himself. However, as soon as the oldest was about to turn the corner a shriek left his mouth in fright. Practically jumping a few feet when seeing the man in question all but ran towards him. Jungkook thinking quick on his feet to maneuver around, dodging Seokjin from a tackling disaster.

The sudden turn of events had everyone freezing in place, almost as if Medusa turned them into solid statues—Jungkook’s hair was freshly styled without fancy hair products, leaving it soft to the touch… and it was clear sleepwear was not an option for today.

This change, on a day off no less, had everyone greatly confused as all six tried to process what the hell was going on. They haven’t seen Jungkook with this much lively energy unless they were performing, trying to win a challenge that was prized to win coupons or food, or donating to the hybrid shelter—Is there a special event happening at the HYBE building? That didn’t seem likely though considering they would’ve known about it by now.

But! There was that one time… fours years ago when Jungkook was practically a ball of sunshine for a whole month, more than usual at least.

Everything felt out of order seeing the youngest not greet them, or even spare a glance at the food!

Socks sliding against the floor before Jungkook skidded to a halt, hopping on a single foot to slip on his shoes. Even Bam seemed excited as if he knew a secret they didn’t, following closely behind with his tail wagging in happiness.

“Woah, wait! Jungkook, what’s going on? You need to relax and have breakfast with us, it’s our day off remember,” Namjoon snapped out of his daze, rushing to explain their schedule for the week in case the youngest forgot and thought they were running late. The leader stumbling out of the seat to stop Jungkook from leaving, everyone’s eyes full of concern and worry.

“Ah, no time hyung! …Sorry but there is somewhere important I need to be,” Jungkook argued, pausing to give all the members a reassuring bunny smile that he was okay. However, it didn’t last long as he broke eye-contact to search for Bam’s leash. Not really having time for too much chit-chat, despite it being the morning.

This was the first break in months that they got, and even though Jungkook cherished every moment singing for armies… It was also exhausting being away from loved ones for too long. So, Jungkook stayed up all night planning the perfect day—But first, it was he needed to stop at a certain location.

Usually, the members didn’t pry into each other’s lives but enough was enough. Their curiosity was too great since this wasn’t like Jungkook to keep secrets from them. Although before anyone could blurt out what their thinking, dinging sounds grabbed their attention. Jungkook pulling out his phone to check the message, and just like that…

Jungkook was gone, the door slamming on the way out as he and Bam left in a hurry.

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“Hyung, open the door!!” Jungkook shouted impatiently, forgetting about the neighbors for a second as he banged on the nicely looking door. Groans and shuffling being heard on the other side, the sound of it unlocking had Jungkook practically dancing in the hallway of the expensive building.

“Jungkook…? What are you doing knocking on your own apartment, don’t you have a key?” Jung-hyun complained, rubbing his eyes tiredly and moving out the way. Anyone with a brain could tell that Jungkook’s older brother just woke up, okay more like forced to wake up from the loud knocks.

“Ah, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize until it was too late that the key was left back at the dorms. I was too excited to get as quick as I could!” Jungkook smiled brightly, talking louder than necessary only to quickly slap a hand over his mouth with wide doe eyes. The action causing Jung-hyun to laugh at Jungkook’s cute little habits, knowing he didn’t want the surprised to be ruined.

See, Jungkook had a secret from the world that he hid well.

You.

Four years ago, Jungkook wandered around Seoul until the paparazzi stopped him as he took off running. Entering a building to hide in, the people there being most welcoming and understanding. However, Jungkook didn’t except for his hideout to be a hybrid shelter, the owner deciding to show him around until the man noticed Jungkook’s attention was focused on the Leporidae family. All the different hybrids trying to get his attention, immediately recognizing the famous BTS member.

Except his eyes didn’t leave a small white bunny, your eyes refusing to look at him as you hid in the far corner from shyness and fear. Jungkook didn’t know what got into his head to adopt, but when your eyes finally connected once, it just felt right—Maybe it was fate…?

Though the first few months didn’t go well, your shy and startled nature making it hard for you to trust him. But eventually, Jungkook earned the right to finally see a different side of you that only he knew, despite Jungkook’s busy schedule and constantly needing to hide around.

“Does she know I’m back?” Jungkook questioned, curious eyes glancing up at his brother with a raised eyebrow. Jung-hyun shook his head, the action making Jungkook feel giddy at you not knowing he was back from tour.

“Nope! I kept it air-tight like you wanted, even distracting her from any news of your return—Though, I should get going because unlike you… I don’t have a day off today,” Jung-hyun teased, rolling his eyes and grinning to show Jungkook that there was no real resentment behind his words. However before Jung-hyun left, pitter patter feet was heard coming down the hall.

Not one, but two Italian Greyhounds happily running towards Jungkook causing him to crouch down with a wide smile. Enjoying the attention from his two dogs that he hadn’t seen in a long time, even Bam was excited to see them. The youngest dog wagging his tail, running off with the two smaller and older dog to play.

Since Jungkook was away a lot, he left you in the hands of a trusted babysitter and sometimes his older brother. While you were more than capable of doing things yourself, hybrids still needed to be watched and cared for. Especially bunny hybrids, hence the reason Jungkook decided to adopt Song and Paeng to keep you company while he went away and Bam tagged along.

“Bye hyung, thank you so much for taking care of Y/N,” Jungkook smiled, waving bye to his brother as he closed and locked the door. Learning against it with a sigh, feeling great to be back home. Though it didn’t last long as the tall male turned towards the hallway, making his way towards the main bedroom where he knew you’d be sleeping peacefully.

Once entering, Jungkook froze seeing a bunny ear immediately twitch out from underneath the covers. Your face scrunching up at the new smell and sudden creek of the door, nose sniffing lightly in your sleep. Listening for another sound but concluding that it was one of the dogs as it got quite all of a sudden.

Wait.

No… You definitely heard it that time, the sound of a male breathing.

Your whole body going stiff, eyes snapping open as you held a hand over your mouth to hold in a startled squeak. It almost felt like being in a horror movie, as you prayed that it was Jung-hyun coming to get you for breakfast or something—Okay, get it together. This is the most secure building, relax…

“Jung-hyun?”

“Expecting my brother in our bedroom? I’m hurt cotton-tail,” A familiar teasing voice rang out, laughter happening as your ears perked straight up in alert. Eyes widening, you stumbled up in bed to snap towards the sound, seeing Jungkook standing near the open door with a wide smile and shining eyes.

“Kook…? –You’re home!!” You didn’t hesitate to jump out of bed with a hop, small cotton tail wagging in excitement, ruffling being heard as it scraped against the shirt. Your body barreling into his, vanilla and mint entering your senses as it calmed you down.

“We just got back yesterday, I wanted to surprise you—But today I have the whole day off, so get dressed… We have plans milady,” Jungkook stated with a sheepish smile, releasing you from the hug as he bowed playfully like a knight to his queen. The action had you blushing, squealing in shyness as your ears flopped down to hide your face. It had Jungkook smiling softly when you lightly pushed him before hopping off to get dressed.

It wasn’t long until you were properly dressed, a hat forcing your bunny ears to flatten against your hair as you put on a mask for identity purposes. However, just as you and Jungkook were about to leave with the dogs on leashes… A phone started ring.

Jungkook’s ringtone had your heart clenching, already preparing for what that meant. There was no way that it was anyone else BUT work, you couldn’t even blame Jungkook for this sudden turn of events.

“Hello, hyung? Wait… What do you mean? But I thought—No, I understand… I’ll be there soon,” Jungkook mumbled into the phone, slowly hanging it up as his shoulders slumped before turning to you. Only for his heart to break seeing the familiar disappointment in your eyes, but not at him. It was more delivered at Jungkook leaving again after only seeing him for an hour. “Y/N… I—”

“No, it’s okay Jungkook. I get it, really… I’ll still be here tonight and tomorrow. Don’t worry about it,” You forced a bright smile, using all your will power to make sure your bunny ears didn’t fall in sadness after taking your hat off. Jungkook didn’t need to know that the neglect has been affecting your hybrid side recently, he had more important matters.

However, today of all days… turned out to be the worst days.

“Oh, I see… No Mrs. Jang, that is no problem—Thank you, I hope you feel better,” Jungkook finished the call, signing deeply at hearing another person saying they couldn’t watch you today. This was the 20thcall, Jungkook didn’t have anyone else to watch you while he went to practice for a few hours. His brother had work, your usual sitter was on a vacation with her family, the nice lady that lived downstairs was sick, and the rest were either too busy or not in town.

Guess he had no choice now…

“Good morning, Mr. Jeon,” A BigHit staff greeted, bowing slightly with a wide smile before continuing on their path. Jungkook didn’t hesitate to greet them, forcing a smile as he nervously rushed through the HYBE building, clenching the handle of the duffel bag. Slightly patting the black carrier in comfort when hearing anxious shuffling.

Glancing around, Jungkook lightly opened the door to the dance studio where they practice all of their choreography. Peeking his head in to see the lights on, but no one in the room.

Sighing in relief, Jungkook relaxed as he entered the room before putting the bag gently down to the nearest chair. Although the bag was already halfway zipped open, Jungkook didn’t waste time to open it fully as a white bunny stared straight at him.

Anxiousness was clear in your posture, foot lightly thumping as your nose constantly twitched. This was just too overwhelming, the smells of different hybrids around the building had you on edge… Specifically the predator hybrids. “Don’t worry… It will just be a few hours and then—”

“Jungkook? What are you doing?” Namjoon asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity to see the youngest talking to the bag when first coming into the room. Though it wasn’t far of a stretch to his usual-self, Jungkook always being the one to talk to objects as if they were people. Though what concerned him was when Jungkook jumped in fright, covering the bag tightly as he hid it behind himself.

“Nothing!! Uh, practice?” Jungkook shouted, changing the subject quickly as everyone came into the room. Namjoon immediately brightening at the announcement of practice, as the rest of the guys put their bags on the floor near Jungkook.

“Jungkookie! I’m glad you made it—I’m sorry of the sudden call, but Yoongi created the beat to the music last week and Namjoon just finished writing the lyrics. So I thought we should test out the choreography, while its still fresh in my memory,” Hoseok smiled, point to his brain for emphasizes as Yoongi set up the beat to the music on his laptop since they would still need to record them singing Namjoon’s lyrics sometime soon.

“No… It’s alright,” Jungkook smiled, giving an unnoticeable glance to his bag before walking to the middle of the room where everyone else was stretching. Soon, an upbeat hip-hop rhythm rang throughout the room as Yoongi nodded along to his work with a proud smile.

“So what was so important today?” Jimin asked, head tilting cutely as he was genuinely curious on where Jungkook went this morning in a hurry. Though before the youngest could answer, Hoseok instructed where each members should go before demonstrating a dance. Everyone focusing on the moves before slowly trying to copy the dancer.

An hour came and went before everyone slowly started to perfect the dance move, some getting the hang of it faster than others. However, during that time you were beginning to feel suffocated inside the bag, despite the zipper still being open. Hesitating, you poked your head out to see what was going on, mouth widening at the sight.

The seven danced together, in a synchronize formation that had your jaw dropping to the floor—Sure, you’ve seen them perform… But never physically in-person. Only from the little videos and news on the internet, being there was totally different. Your eyes followed every rhythm movement they were showing as sweat ran down their faces. Even with the dance being complicated to learn, everyone worked together perfectly as if they were made to do this with one another.

You wanted to get closer than this, quietly trying to climb out the bag with the push of your feet. Eyes widening feeling the uneven weight as the duffel bag slowly started to fall off the chair. A yelp-like squeak leaving your mouth in alarm, landing on the wooden floor with a loud thump. Though, the music blocked most of the sounding impact.

That sucked.

Shaking it off with a frown, you hopped around until getting to the piled bags that were thrown nearby. Climbing over them until finding the lighter colored one as your fur blended into the material, watching the practice. You felt warm inside when seeing Jungkook dance with pure focus and a large smile, even if he did look tired, the man performed with all his heart into every move—Wait.

Something smelled off…

Nose twitching and smelling the air sound to see if you did, correctly, smell that. Only to freeze in place when the scent got stronger down the hallway. No, there was no mistaking that… Starting to wish with all you might that the saltiness in the studio overpowered the sweetness of your scent.

But apparently that was too much to ask for in the universe as the shadow passed by the door. It didn’t help that the door was slightly cracked open to come in either, your mind immediately going into fight or flight mode as you hid further into the bags.

Your beathing quickened, the door pushing further open without anyone coming inside. Although the music barred, your heartbeat was the only thing you could hear as it pounded in fear—What if it was a predator?

The suspense was killing you.

However, suddenly it felt like time turned into slow motion as your adrenaline kicked in to run when the door flew open a little harder than necessary. You didn’t even bother to glance at who it was, squeals leaving your mouth while sliding against the floor before heading towards the seven dancing males. Thankfully Jungkook noticed the moment you got closer as he practically pushed the other guys out of the way in alarm. Fearing you would get trampled on.

“Wha—” Everyone shouted off-guard thinking all of them tripped over themselves as they fell to the floor with a groan. This was the first time, since debut, did they feel out of harmonization. After getting their bearings together, each member finally glanced at the youngest only for their jaw to drop seeing a bunny hybrid hugging Jungkook.

“The hell—Who are you and how did you get in here?” Yoongi sneered, sharp eyes glaring daggers in your direction. Even the rest were now tensed, not breaking their eyes off you as they all wanted to call for help, but also not wanting to put Jungkook’s safety at risk. “Don’t even thinkabout trying to say you’re a fan because our army would never disrespect us in a way to break into a building and intrude on our personal lives!”

“I—” You tried to speak, shutting down as the fear refused to allow anything to come out. These six looked like a complete switch from when they were dancing together. Your grip on Jungkook’s hoodie tightening, and tail straining itself to stand tall as your foot thumped against the ground. Body hunching down behind Jungkook’s tall stature as tears slowly started to stream down your cheeks, bunny ears flopping down in front of your face as if that would make you invisible.

“Hyung!!” Jungkook scolded, the tone causing Yoongi’s eyes to widen and step back in shock. Even the leader paused in surprised, Namjoon’s phone—that he was secretly going to use to call security—falling to the floor with a definite crack.

Sure, the youngest tested the limits on annoying and ignoring everyone… But NEVER did he actually shout at anyone of them with such an icy glare.

Eyes watched Jungkook closely as he turned around to shush the frightened bunny into calming down. Confusion gracing their features at the simple affection you both were showing, they could’ve sworn that Jungkook also asked the hybrid what scared them out of hiding from the duffel bag as you mumbled an explanation. Blushing in embarrassment when Jungkook laughed, explaining it was just someone walking past while the air conditioner probably blew the door open.

“Hiding…? Duffel bag? –What?! Jungkook, do you know this girl?” Seokjin finally exploded, the loudness echoing through the studio as Hoseok turned the music down and closed the door fully, locking it in the process for privacy. You couldn’t help but jump at the sound, Hoseok softening at the action as he gave an apologetic smile.

“Yes, this is Y/N. She’s my…” Jungkook hesitantly trailed off, his tough exterior breaking trying to spit out a sentence. Although he wanted everyone to like you, Jungkook also didn’t know how to explain to his family that you’re a hybrid, adopted four years ago, and without them or the world knowing.

“Hybrid?” Taehyung finished, not bothering to hide his excitement at seeing you up-close. It was a rare occasion that he was able to gaze upon a hybrid without seeming disrespectful, but Taehyung was happier at seeing a bunny hybrid. Usually, your hybrid species didn’t like too much crowded spaces so large cities were a big no-no for some.

Taehyung, however, wasn’t the only one fascinated at you as Jimin started to make funny faces to get yourself to laugh. Or the way that Hoseok smiled brightly whenever your gaze directed upon him, giving a wave. The three were quite baffled at the news, but at the same time, knew Jungkook probably had a good reason to not introduce you to them.

Though, the two oldest members and Namjoon practically forced Jungkook to tell them everything! The youngest telling the guys stories with a giant smile as he tried to introduce you properly, only for your shy nature to kick in.

“Finally, Y/N… This is Yoongi,” Jungkook coaxed you towards Yoongi, your body turning stiff when being directly in front of the black-haired boy that had yelled harshly earlier. Yoongi stared upon you with an unknown expression, a sigh escaping as he thrusted a hand out that accidentally caused you to let out a squeak. The high-pitched sound had Yoongi’s eyes widening, mumbling a quiet apology at scaring you once more.

Eventually, Jungkook confessed the main reason he didn’t introduce you guys sooner was because of the media. Not wanting you to be overwhelmed with your privacy constantly trying to be invaded, especially since sometimes the members couldn’t hold in a secret when it came to interviews or VLive. This was something everyone could understand, each member relaxing that the reason wasn’t because Jungkook didn’t trust them.

Although when they all got back to practice, let’s just say it needed to be cut short. Any little shadow, smell, or sound startling you enough to practically jump into Jungkook’s arms during a dance routine. It was honestly funny and cute to the members to say the least, watching your face snuggle up into the maknae’s neck with a content sigh that had Jungkook blushing red at the affection in front of his hyungs—They were definitely going to tease him about this later, Hoseok and Jimin not hesitating to take pictures with a grin that had the youngest whining.

While this day didn’t turn out as expected… It was a perfect day altogether.

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Im not stopping “He Loves Her…and Her Baking Skills.” But would anyone like a Bucky Barnes or Steve Rogers x Bookshop Owner!Reader?? 

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Vampires Will Hurt You - I

Hey, how’s it going? Good? Good.

So…let’s talk things, shall we?

A Long Trip to Nowhere Important Part 1: OUT!

Yes,A Long Trip to Nowhere Important Part 1: Pirate Raid is out on Literotica and Hentai-Foundry. Find em here:

LE: http://literotica.com/s/a-long-trip-to-nowhere-important-pt-01

HF: https://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/andiguinness/40249/A-Long-Trip-to-Nowhere-Important

Crisis: OVER!!!

So, as I’ve discussed in the past, my job has been a severe issue in my life over the last several months. Enough that it’s left me in some dark places. Well, I finally some good news to report: I got an offer for a new job. Yay!

I just handed in my notice today, and will be officially done on Monday (assuming my old boss does not just fire me tomorrow…he was gone when I handed in the notice, and well, he’s a big reason why I’m done there). It’ll be a relief, to say the least, which means things will turn around. At least to some degree.

A Fun Little Swim: Getting Somewhere! 

I would say I’m now about 40% done with Part 2 of A Fun Little Swim. It has a lot of promise, a lot more intensity than part 1. That should make things interesting. In addition, I wrote a segment that came to mind for Part 3. I have the general scope of what I want to do with it: It’ll be 4 parts, plus an epilogue, and I might write two spin-off chapters. So there’s a general sense of where I’m going with that.

What Next?

So, of course, the job situation has brought me to a new direction. I will have a buffer of a couple weeks between this job and the next. Which means I’ll be doing stuff. What I have in mind:

• I want to finish Part 2 of A Fun Little Swim, as well as Scene in an abandoned bathroom. Both of those are farthest along.
• Remember how I was talking about 3D animation and such back in December? Well, now’s as good a time as any to start learning…
• I do want to consider publishing some more stories, though they require editors. I’m considering my options there.
• I will slowly resurface in certain spaces.
• Finish Katamari Damacy REROLL. I’ve been playing that off and on for nearly a year now. DANG COW AND BEAR STAGES

Anyway, that’s all for me. Remember to feed the ducks.

Undertale Au [not namend yet]

A big open black space, its seems there is nogthing just void like surrounding with no sound, no birds a sining, no sun thats shinning just pure blackness.

but if you look closer to the surrounding there was a tiny gold white spot and if you go closer this spot formend to big manson standing on white gold grads with small river on side, were the golden water fall to the never ending pit of darkness vanishing for good.

a plopping sound with sizzeling sound of magic and a skeleton fellar land on the soft golden grass, one eye had a pocket clock in, the tiny clock arms worked like a iris pointing were he was looking, the other eye was normal hole with teal gold light bulb. smilling he walked to manson and open the door. inside were tausend of hundereds of clocks, the skeleton himself had few on him with brown teal clothes on and a captain had written with name time. Time was sometimes bit lazy but allways on time. “would be shame miss out the timeline” he sniggered walking more inside were loud groan disturbed the Silence “SANS DONT YOU DARE DO PUNS IN THIS HOUSE SOUL IS CREATING SOULS AND DONT NEED HEAR YOUR ARFULE JOKES!” a large skeleton with brown working apron and two poket clocks dangling on side came in, he wore gold bronze armor and on his back was a large green bone “But pap, you like them you allways smile so wide. i work really hard to the bone for them” papyrus groaned and went back to his work sorting porionts.

a bell light lough entered the room. Soul human looking boy looked at sans softly “Time don’t tease pap so hard you know you bring him otherwise into the grave and i would get bonley when you go jumping through time to work yourself down to the bone to fix time holes” Sans grinned sniggering and soul chuclel, while papy complained in the other room about the arfule puns.

Soul had middle long white golden hair blue grey eyes and white golden cloting on. his soul itself was green gold kindess followed with caring, fitting for the soul weaver, soul walked back to his working room, sitting dpwn on his chair grabbing his tools and working on his newest procjet.

sans followed him looking at the soul “don’t but to much determation in, the last two were way to powerfule kiddo” soul hummend in nodding not doing more of those “did you find more time holes? you told me there were arfully alot” sans scratch his head “…ye..to many and to big hard to fix got tired and wanted see my bro and what you up to kid, have watch ya working not do mistakes again with ya clumsy hands” soul sighed “yeah way to often, makimg souls is hard work fragile work but there so many dust soul dust coming back, wonder why” you sighed worriedly why and what was happening and Sans agreed. mabey he needs to visit a old friend of his or look a bit arround into other dimensions to answer souls questions but in same time the kid needs protection as his brother to contiune his work as his to fix those holes that brings bit of chaos.