#*pats the roof* you can fit so many bad girls in there

[simauita]

Lena Luthor be like

[hey-imma-fangirl]

(I cheated with the background a bit but, eh…)

‘A Very Devil Christmas’ but it’s in the Welcome Back to The Casino AU Part V

“And suddenly, I am a genius.”

In a one- Henchwoman- open sleigh, the two of them took off into the night, right on schedule and heading to the first houses. Henchwoman laughed as the wind and snow blew through her purple hair, the Devil having the opposite effect. Her curly- and sure, matted- hair wasn’t easy to keep out of her face, primarily out of her mouth. It often would get stuck in her glossy, red lipstick, which wasn’t the most pleasant experience to say the least.

“Henchwoman, are we almost there? I can’t take this wind in my hair much longer.” The Devil grumbled.

“Well Boss, I asked if you wanted a haircut this past week and you said, and I quote,” Henchwoman cleared her throat and started doing a rather bad impression of the Queen of the Underworld. “‘I’m busy doing evil, Henchwoman, we’ll do it next week’.”

“Answer the question, Henchwoman, or I’ll give you a reason to go faster.” The Devil said through clenched teeth. “And I don’t sound like that… Do I?”

“Huh? Oh no, Boss, you voice is like butter; it’s so smooth and sweet… I love it!”

“I’m ignoring that comment.” The Devil blinked, her already rosy cheeks going even redder. Of course, she loved compliments- even if she wished that they came from more people other than Henchwoman- she just… Didn’t know how to put this to Henchwoman… She didn’t exactly…

“Look, there’s the first house!” Henchwoman dived down and carefully landed on the roof. The Devil stood with her bag on various gifts, opening the bag and getting the gifts for the kiddos in this certain house. “Aw Boss, you’re gonna make so many kids happy tonight!” Henchwoman clapped her hands. The Devil walked over to the chimney, dropping the presents in; Henchwoman flinching at the sound of the contents shattering. “Duh… Careful with those…”

“I know what I’m doing, Henchwoman, I’m not an idiot. Now how am I supposed to go down this chimney?” The Devil loomed over it, looking down to the pit of darkness below.

“Duh, Boss?”

“I might’ve been able to fit earlier, but I’m not exactly the… slimmest right now…”

“Boss?”

“I suppose if Santa can do it, I can.”

“Boss!”

“Henchwoman, I’m thinking out loud. What could you possibly want- “

The purple demon smiled sheepishly, holding out the Devil’s trident for her.

“Oh yes, of course- Thank you, Henchwoman.” The Devil took the pitchfork and patted the other demon upon the head. Henchwoman giggled like a middle school girl as the Devil struck the ground with her trident and appeared in the living room of the house. She leaned the trident on the wall, picking up the presents- now covered in dust and ashes from the fireplace. Dusting them off, she sat them under the tree, wiping her hands off with a job well done.

“That should do it.” She went back to her trident, then saw the milk and cookies waiting for Santa- or her rather. “Oh right, Santa must eat all the cookies, for some stupid reason.” She mumbled and walked over to the plate, picking up one of the treats. “Eh, I can’t complain.” She ate the rest of them and chugged the milk, throwing the glass behind her- shattering it- and finally going to her trident.

She appeared back on the sleigh, leaning back and using the front of the sleigh as a foot rest.

“Henchwoman. Onward!”

The pudgy demon jumped in place excitedly, doing as she was told.

🛷 🛷 🛷

A few more houses later, things were running rather smoothly- As smoothly as the Devil being forced to be Santa could go. It wasn’t exactly a hard job, far from it;

Drop off presents, eat cookies, repeat.

Well… It was easy aside from falling off a roof and getting shocked by Christmas lights, and… Getting attacked by a couple of guard dogs. But what is work without a few bumps in the road, huh? Surely not interesting.

“This is ease, I’ll be getting my Choo-Choo in no time!”

“I wouldn’t say that, Boss…” Henchwoman just loud enough for the Devil to hear.

“Hey! Don’t ruin this for me!”

“I’m not ruinin anything, Boss! I’m just saying that we’ve just started.” Henchwoman said louder. “No need to be defensive.”

“I’M NOT BEING DEFENSIVE!”

“Alright, alright, sorry!”

“Now, who’s next on the list?”

“It’s…” Henchwoman stopped short, staring at the parchment while still flying. If the Devil didn’t know better, she’d think that the Imp had forgotten how to read all of the sudden.

“It’s….? What?- Or who I guess- Just tell me who it is!”

“Queen Dice.” Henchwoman finally said.

“Dice…?” The Devil felt a flutter in her chest, but chose to ignore it. “Fine. Let’s… Lets just get this over with.”

They stopped atop a building next to a rather wide alleyway, though the Devil knew more than anyone else that this wasn’t the building where Queen Dice’s apartment was. That wasn’t for another block. So of course, she was rather upset by Henchwoman’s poor sense of direction.

“Henchwoman! This isn’t where her apartment is at, you idiot.”

“Boss, you know I do not appreciate insults.”

“Ugh!” The Devil leaned her head on her hand. “I’m sorry, alright?!”

“I’m sure you are.”

“I’m… I really am sorry... Happy?”

“That’s probably the best I’m gonna get.” Henchwoman shook her head. “And you’d be right. But the list says this is where she’s at.”

“Great! The list is broken! How can this get any worse?!”

“Boss, things could always be worse, like you could…….. Uhm…”

“I rest my case.” The Devil grumbled, getting out of the sleigh and grabbing the oversized bag. “Where exactly do I go? Do I just leave it at the doorstep or…” She blinked at the sight down below, she wasn’t even sure if she was seeing right. She squinted her eyes as if it would help her see. “What the Hell?”

“I’m- I’m pretty sure swearing is not part of the job description, Boss…”

“Can it, Henchwoman.”

“Sorry, Boss.”

“Before I go… Wherever I’m going- I need to see what that is down there.”

“Alright… Just remember, we’ve got till midnight.”

“I’m going, I’m going.”

Using her trident, the Devil teleported down to the alleyway. She nearly said something, if her hand hadn’t covered her mouth in time. Despite her apartment being a few blocks away, Queen Dice was in fact here. And far from what the Devil usually seen her as. Her face free of makeup, extremely tired- you could definitely see her age now. Not that being in your early 30s was bad, but Dice could pass for early 20s with her makeup on. Her clothes were ripped and dirty- who knows how long she had been there. If the Devil couldn’t see her side rising up and down, she’s assume she was dead and not asleep.

Dice looked absolutely miserable.

And not even the good kind of miserable.

Not even the funny kinda miserable.

The Devil lowered her hand from her mouth, approaching Dice before kneeling down to her level.

She was still beautiful, despite the many imperfections- and cracks- on her face.

“Oh Dice, what happened to you?” The Devil asked aloud, though was careful not to disturb the woman. She stood up straight- much harder than it usually is- and dug through the bag, perhaps to find something to help Dice. She didn’t know how powerful Santa Claus was- probably not as powerful as herself.

The only thing with Queen Dice’s name on it however, was a wooly blanket.

“That’s it?” The Devil wrinkled the bridge of her nose as she growled. “That’s all she gets? Not a heater? Not food? NOT A HOUSE?! The kid at the last house got a fucking science kit, and Queen Dice gets THIS?!” She felt something hit the back of her head. Growling and rubbing the back of her head, she glanced down at one of Dice’s heels, no doubt what was thrown at her. She looked up, Queen Dice now wide awake- and very angry.

“Do you mind?” Dice snarled. “It’s not exactly easy to fall asleep on this stupid broken mattress!”

“Sorry.” The Devil looked away, hoping that Dice wouldn’t recognize her like Henchwoman did. Though it was much darker in the alleyway than in the throne room back home.

“What’re you doing here anyways?” Dice rolled over to face the wall. “I doubt I made the nice list. You here to rob me? Go ahead, you won’t find nothin’. Just trash.” She pointed to herself. “And some bins and boxes full of junk.”

“Don’t talk like that. Why’re you here anyways?”

“Isn’t obvious? I thought you were supposed to see all?”

“Well- I’m a busy… Whatever I am…”

“I…” Dice sighed. “I failed once and my Boss fired me. I failed again, I can’t face my Boss again or she’ll burn me to an oblivion. I couldn’t afford rent cuz I lost my show. Do the math.”

“Queen, I didn’t mean to…” The Devil stopped, a pang of guilt tugging at her… Well her heart is supposed to be there but she wasn’t confident she even had one. “I’m sure she didn’t mean what she said…”

“You obviously don’t know her like I do.”

“She might just need time to think about what she’s done…”

“Right.”

The Devil glanced down at the blanket in her hand.

“I can’t redo what’s been done. And I apparently can’t give you a damn house- no swearing, dammit- Uh- DANGIT.” She sighed, her blood cooling down. “But I can at least give you this.” She draped the blanket over Dice, the woman’s green eyes flying open.

“I made the nice list…?”

“Maybe? I dunno? I guess.”

“Oh… Thank you…”

“Of course… And about your Boss?”

“Yeah?”

“She might… Surprise you. Maybe she’ll forgive and forget.”

“That’s one way to see it.” Dice closed her eyes again, sighing. “Thank you- again… Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas… my Darling Dice.”

“What?”

“What?!”

“What’d you say?”

“Uh- Nothing. You’re dreaming! Go back to bed!” The Devil grabbed her trident and teleported away just as Dice sat up to see better.

“Coulda sworn he sounded like…” She rubbed her eyes, as if she was going crazy. “No…” She shook her head. “No… No, that’s impossible. The Boss isn’t- He’s not- I think the lack of sleep is gettin to my head. And that fall the other day. Dunno where that bubble even came from…”

The Devil appeared on the roof, next to the sleigh, redder than a tomato.

“Boss, what did you tell Dice- “

“NEVER MIND THAT LET’S GO.”

❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Back on track, they hadn’t even gotten through a fourth of the houses. And the Devil was running out of steam fast. As someone who doesn’t eat on the regular- unless she’s bored of course- she wasn’t used to eating all these cookies and milk in one sitting. The Devil even preferred sweet and sugary treats over any other food to begin with. And she technically didn’t have to eat to survive, but again, would throw feasts or get donuts when she was bored.

But eating this many cookies couldn’t be healthy for anyone.

House after house, present after present, the two of them trudged through, and the Devil began to wonder how Santa himself dealt with this every year.

If it were up to her, she’d just leave the whole world present-less and move on with her life. Even so, she reminded herself exactly what she was doing this for- and damn the Seven Hells, she was going to get her Choo-Choo. Even if it killed her!

She couldn’t exactly die so she can say that without consequences.

“Hang in there Boss, we’re almost done. And then after you finish giving away presents to the lady house, you get to fly away and shout, ‘Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!’” Henchwoman twirled in the air, blissfully.

“Ew, I’m not saying that.” The Devil brushed off a few cookie crumbs. “The only reason I’ve been doing any of this is for my Choo-Choo!” She crossed her arms impatiently. “Now, how many houses do we have left?”

“Good news! We’ve only got one house left!” Henchwoman read the names and quickly rolled the list back up. “Oh! Uhm… Yep… Just one more…” She smiled sheepishly.

“Ugh, finally, now maybe I can get on with my life- “ The Devil caught sight of the house of the last few people, a rather familiar cottage;

Cuphead’s house.

“Oh! Are you… fuCKING KIDDING- “ The Devil felt her blood boil with the fire starting around her.

“No! No… You gotta stay jolly!” Henchwoman reminded her. The Devil sighed, the fire dying down, but her temper barely calmed down. Henchwoman stopped in the snow next to the cottage, looking back to her Boss, her smile vanishing. The Devil sat with her face buried in her arms, unwilling to move from her spot on the sleigh.

“Come on Boss! Don’t give up now! You can do this!” She put a comforting hand on the Devil’s shoulder. “Because tonight, you are Santa Claus!” The Devil growled, a deep, menacing growl. If Henchwoman didn’t know better, she’d say that the demon was about to snap- Actually, she knew for a fact that the Devil was about to snap. Nevertheless, the Devil stood, taking the bag and her trident with her. Her hand clenched around the trident so tightly that her knuckles had turned white. Her ears were bent back and her nose wrinkled with her furrowed eyebrows. The Devil was certainly not one to mess with, especially when she’s in a mood like this.

“An- And everyone on that list deserves a present from Santa, even Cup- “

“Don’t say her name or I swear I will start Armageddon right here, right now.” The Devil whipped around to face Henchwoman before striking her trident to the ground.

Inside, the Devil furiously looked around. Oh, by the Seven Levels of Hell she wanted to burn the cottage down and watch it be engulfed in flames. She wanted to rip out that little brat’s soul and eat it before her very-

But she also knew that there was too much on the line here.

And that Cuphead’s soul owner had in fact returned to its ‘rightful owner’. Which was stupid and dumb. What idiot designed that plan?!

Oh- Right, she did-

“Where is that stupid tree?”

Catching sight of it, she found that the tree was nearly burnt down and barely standing up. It was quite a depressing- and ridiculous- sight. Rolling her eyes, she leaned her trident on the wall and grumbled, getting out the presents;

Books for Mugma’am, a new radio for the Crazy-Kettle-Lady, and-

The Devil blinked, knowing exactly what the last present was… She slowly pulled it out, revealing a small train, just like the one she had seen just this morning at the toy shop. She gasped, excited to see the Choo-Choo, her Choo-Choo.

That is… Until she saw the name tag.

Cuphead.

“What?” The Devil furrowed her eyebrows, disappointment hitting her like the car the Old Kettle Lady hit her with. “This must be a mistake! This is supposed to be my Choo-Choo! That little brat has been naughty all year! She doeSN’T DESERVE A CHOO-CHOO!” The fireplace behind her erupted in flames from her sheer anger. “Hmm… I could…” She blinked, getting a wonderfully, awful idea. “I could just keep this present for myself. That would teach that little girl a lesson. Why yes, of course!” She opened her coat and sneaked the present inside the jacket. “What better present is there than learning a valuable lesson?”

“Santa?”

The Devil stopped short, recognizing that voice from anywhere. She turned her head a bit, seeing the little Cup girl herself, standing at the bottom of the stairs, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

“Is it really you?”

‘FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK- Think of something, Luci, think of something! ‘

“It- It sure is! Ho… Ho…… Ho…?” The Devil flashed a jagged-toothed grin.

“I was… I was worried you weren’t coming…” Cuphead walking up to her, chucking slightly.

“Whatever do you mean, child?”

“I know I’ve been kinda… Well… Naughty… This year… It’s just so hard to be nice all the time. Y’know?”

The Devil tried to stop herself, but found she couldn’t;

“YOU HAVE NO IDEA!!” She cried, eating the final cookies and drinking the last glass of milk she will probably ever have in this millennium and threw the glass down like a madwoman. Cuphead stared down at the shattered glass, but ignored it and looked back up to ‘Santa’, smiling.

“You know what, Santa?”

“What?”

“Even if I didn’t get on that nice list, or didn’t get my present… Getting to meet you, has made this the best Christmas ever!”

“R- Really?”

“Yep!”

The Devil had never felt bad for doing something. Never on the long 6,000 something years she had been on this miserable planet. And yet, here she was, feeling bad for taking her sworn enemie’s Christmas present. She tried to bury the feeling under all the hate she felt for this spoiled brat… But she couldn’t…

“Alright… Fine! You win!” She reached into her coat, pulling out the toy train and hesitantly offering it to Cuphead. “Here.” She turned away from her own actions, and ignored the wonder in Cuphead’s eyes.

“Wow! Thanks Santa!” Cuphead tried to tug away the gift, but a part of the Devil still clung onto it for dear life. “Thank you!” She continued to tug, but the demon still had a tight grip. “Thanks?” Cuphead finally got it loose, breaking the Devil’s heart. “Wow! A Choo-Choo! Just what I wanted! This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten!”

‘DON’TCRYDON’TCRYDON’TCRYDON’TCRY- ‘

The Devil could hardly believe what she had done- and could barely hold in her tears.

“You’re the best Santa! Isn’t that right, Mr. Choo-Choo!” The round of the train’s whistle made the Devil turn around in excitement.

“The little noise! It’s so cute!” She reached for it, planning to pry it from the child’s cold, dead hands-

But then decided against it.

“No, no… I’m fine… I’m fine… I’m- I’m going.” She walked back to her trident sadly.

“Hey Santa?”

“Yes…?”

“Merry Christmas!”

The Devil sniffed sadly, a wave of disappointment washing over her as she accepted that she was going back empty handed.

“Merry…. Christmas…”

Striking her trident yo the ground, she appeared outside in the cold, wet snow, thinking of what she had done.

“So, how’d it go?” Henchwoman smiled up at her. Oh how the Devil didn’t want to tell her, she wanted to make sure no one else knew about this. So naturally, she said nothing. Merely sighing, she walked back over to the sleigh, covering her face with a hand. “Boss?” The Devil looked back down to Henchwoman, the other demon clearly worried about her. “What happened?”

Henchwoman placed a hand on the demon’s arm, giving her some level of comfort, and Hell maybe even solitude. The Devil placed her own hand over the Imp’s gloved one, sighing loudly.

“It… It was awful!” The Devil caved. “I did something… Nice…”

She shook her head, unable to believe her own actions. She wasn’t supposed to be nice. She wasn’t made to be nice. She was meant to be evil and that was that. No matter how much she wanted that train.

“Something… Nice?” Henchwoman finally said beside her, her hand slowly dragging away from her Boss’ arm.

“Yeah… Unfortunately… That stupid little bratty cup! Ugh!”

“No, Boss, do you know what that means?” Henchwoman’s smile returned. “You upheld your side of the bet!”

“The nice list!” The Devil lifted her head and gasped.

Henchwoman opened the list, in the ‘M’ section, waiting for the Devil’s name to appear on the list. With hopeful eyes, they both wished with all their might. This close to midnight, and the fact she had been being nice all the evening- well as nice as the Devil could be. There was no way she wasn’t on the list.

So they waited.

And they waited.

And waited…

But nothing.

Dejected, the Devil’s gaze fell to the ground as she sniffed. Henchwoman looked up at her with apologetic eyes. The pudgy demon opened her mouth to say something, until a bright light from the list caught her attention.

“Boss! Look!” She shook the Devil by her shoulder.

The Devil looked up, and sure enough with glowing, blue magic, black ink appeared in a convenient spot writing out;

‘Lucifer Morningstar’

“You did it!”

“I did it…” She could hardly believe herself. “I really did it!”

Henchwoman came in for a hug- the Devil lifting her up and twirling her out of sheer excitement. Both completely forgetting about the ‘No touching without permission rule’ the Devil had placed. They laughed joyously, hugging each other close.

“Oh, I knew you could do it, Boss!” Henchwoman backed up, still holding the Devil’s hands in her own.

“Thank you, Henchwoman.” The Devil smiled down to her loyal companion. “Now let’s get beck to the North Pole! There’s a Choo-Choo with my name on it!”

[liron-ao3]

It's not that Dean doesn't like Castiel. It is more of an I-swear-on-my-mother's-grave-I'll-kill-him kinda relationship. Because the thing is, Castiel set up Dean's little brother Sam and his stepsister Rowena and it isn't that Dean could say it out loud, but he is worried. To say the least.

Rowena has a power over Sam that makes Dean's stomach flip. She conjures sappy smiles on Sam's face and makes him follow her like a love-drunk puppy. She's a witch, Dean is convinced, but he tries hard not to mention that in Sammy's orbit. He heard the whole that's-a-misogynistic-term speech when Sam was dating that Ruby chick and Dean knows that his brother would only cling closer to the Scot if he knew that Dean thinks that his fiancée is straight from hell.

So Dean grits his teeth, swallows his tongue, and plays nice around her, even going as far as agreeing to be his brother's best man. He will still be there when Sam comes running with his heart broken and with his tail between his legs.

Castiel, on the other hand? That man he can hate in abundance. Not that he has ever met him, but honestly, he has to be Lucifer himself if he thinks their siblings to be a good match.

Dean can picture him vividly—a leer on his face, sweet-talking people into feeling safe and then smiting them with the snap of his fingers. That man has to be evil incarnate and Dean won't pussyfoot around him. No way!

***

"Play nice," Bobby grumbles when they enter the venue for the rehearsal dinner.

"I am nice," Dean hisses back.

"Sure you are," his surrogate father says and makes a beeline for Ellen and Jo on the other side of the room.

Dean shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans and scans the room for the man he is sure he will recognise immediately. But no one really sticks out from the crowd that is well-dressed and mostly speaking in different kinds of British accents. Family of the bride, obviously.

Dean feels a little underdressed until he spots a man in an ill-fitting suit, draped into a trenchcoat. He is standing next to a redheaded, slim woman, who Dean would probably try to get on the backseat of his Impala if he wasn't set on finding that Castiel guy, sweet talk him today and wreck him tomorrow. Unless Sam does the wise thing and cancels the wedding, which seems less and less likely by the minute. Rowena's spell seems to become stronger day by day. Dean hardly recognises his ever-worrying, self-loathing brother anymore, with all the grinning that goes on on his face.

Maybe Dean is an asshole, but he has pulled Sam from the edge too many times to count. This is too good to be true. Happiness doesn't find a Winchester. Not in his experience.

Dean walks to the other side from where the redhead smiled over to him. Maybe she can point him to the object of his hate. She tilts her head to the side when he comes closer.

"You must be Dean," she says, stretching out her hand. Dean is taken aback by her knowledge.

"How did you…?"

She shrugs. "I know nearly everyone in this room. And the only two men Sam ever mentioned were his brother and Bobby who I assume is the fella over there."

Dean looks in the direction she is nodding to. "Yeah. Sam always had more female friends."

"I think that's what Rowena likes about him. He's sensible."

Dean huffs. "Yeah, I bet she likes that he's soft for her."

"He makes her very happy," the man says and his voice does things to Dean's insides he doesn't want to nurse right now. He needs to focus on his anger. Arousal isn't helpful.

"If you say so," Dean grunts.

Anna furrows her brow. "Are you okay, Dean?" she asks concerned.

"Yeah, just not really convinced about this whole wedding business. Don't you think it's too fast?"

The man tilts his head to the side and Dean starts seeing the family resemblance. "I think that they complement each other very well. I would have expected Sam's best man to see that, too."

Dean can't really argue with that. "I don't know her well enough to judge. I just know that my brother is a different person now."

"And you don't like that?" the woman asks. Hell, Dean doesn't even know their names and spills all the beans, probably making an ass of himself.

"He's my brother. I know him better than anyone and this—" He gestures in the engaged couple's direction. "This isn't the man I raised."

Two pairs of eyes move to the tall men and back to Dean.

"You mean a happy man?" the woman asks.

"No. I mean…" Dean should have kept his mouth shut. They don't know Sam, his dark thoughts, the forced smiles, the brave face. Dean knows it all or at least well enough to know that the chuckling man on the other side of the room is a stranger to him. Okay, maybe Dean is a bit overdramatic. He knows Sam laughing, pulling pranks. But life had been shitty to both of them and the only people they could always rely on were the two of them.

Yes, their circles have widened over time, with Jody and the girls, Charlie and Dorothy. Still, happiness isn't really part of their lives. They might get glimpses of it, but…

"You mean what? That our sister isn't good enough for your big shot lawyer brother?" the man asks.

Dean freezes. He sometimes forgets that Sam isn't little Sammy anymore. That he's one step away from leaving his old life behind, and with it his big brother, probably.

Dean scans the people in the room, mainly the bride's family and he swallows hard. Yes, he's the odd one out. He only owns a single suit, so he couldn't wear it tonight. Is it that? Is he jealous? Or anxious to lose Sam?

He looks back at the bride and groom. Sam presses a kiss into Rowena's hair. From afar, they are a cute couple with the difference in height and the unconventional age gap.

Dean bites the inside of his cheek and tries to unclench his fists. It isn't working.

"She's way out of his league," he hears himself say, not knowing where this is even coming from.

"That's what you said, Anna, the first time you met Sam," the man chuckles.

Anna? Oh, that's the future sister-in-law Sam raved about and Dean thinks he wants to set him up with. Well, that probably flew out of the window a minute ago.

"I didn't, Castiel. I said I was surprised that she went for someone younger. That's all."

Dean's eyes shoot up. That's the man? The man, who he built up as the bogeyman who would get familiar with his fist? A fucking baby in a trenchcoat?

The whole house of cards that Dean has built up over weeks is threatening to collapse. Dean's throat tightens and he pops a button on his polo shirt, but to no avail. He meets Castiel's eyes for a moment, the other man squinting at him as if he could look deep into his soul.

"Are you okay, Dean?" he asks and sounds concerned.

"Yeah. Just need some air," Dean all but spits and heads for the door.

He props himself up on the roof terrace's balustrade and tries to sort through all his contradicting feelings. He hates it. It's all him. His fear to be left behind, for the only constant in his life to leave, like everybody else who has ever meant something to him. He's jealous and the realisation hits him hard.

Yes, he doesn't know Rowena, but Sam does. Well enough to want to marry her. Sam, who thought he was too toxic for a real relationship. Dean always told him that this was bullshit. And now that his little brother is finally listening, Dean acts like a jaundiced ex? Fuck!

"There you are," a too-familiar voice comes from behind. "I thought you left me hanging, man."

Dean chuckles. "I have to lead the bride to the altar, right?" He ruffles Sam's hair. His brother glares at him, but without heat.

"Wanna come in? I'd like to introduce you to Rowena's best man."

"Who's that?"

"Castiel."

Dean's eyes sink to the floor. Of course, he is. "Already met him."

Sam raises an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you already snubbed him."

"Nah. I wouldn't embarrass you in front of your new family." It's enough that Dean embarrassed himself.

"Most of them are kind people," Sam says carefully. "And after tomorrow, Rowena is your family, too."

Dean works his jaw. It's a bit difficult to look at Sam, now that he realised that he's never given his fiancée a real chance.

"You'll be here in California, and I'll be back in Kansas. We'll be lucky if we see each other on Christmas."

Sam squeezes his shoulder. "You could move here, Dean."

The older brother shakes his head. "I don't belong here, Sammy." Another squeeze. "And I can't afford to take off so much to drive over." And soon you'll be too busy to fly back to where everything feels small and like past, he adds in his head. He puts on a smile nonetheless.

"Samuel?" Rowena calls from the entrance. "Dinner starts in five."

Sam smiles over to his future bride. "I just need a minute, mo ghràdh."

"Mo what?"

"It's Scottish Gaelic for 'my love'."

Dean raises an eyebrow and chuckles. "You really got it bad, huh?"

"I wouldn't marry her if I didn't."

Dean pats his back. "I'm happy for you man." He's surprised that he means it.

***

Dinner goes fine and Dean has a nice conversation with Anna, who is seated next to him. Luckily, she's not of the resentful kind. Still, Dean is feeling out of place. Their found family is so much smaller than Rowena's real one with all the siblings and cousins from both sides of the pond. And this is only the rehearsal.

As soon as dinner is done, Dean excuses himself and flees to the hotel. A real one that Sam was kind enough to pay. It makes Dean feel only smaller and not good enough.

He takes a shower and walks out on the balcony, just a towel slung around his waist. He can hear the waves hitting the beach nearby and seabirds screeching. He gets why Sam moved here, why he won't come back. It still stings.

Dean did everything in his power to get him so far and he can't bring himself to regret it. But he's still angry. Maybe he is anger, plain and simple. He's been angry since his mother died and his father gave a shit about giving his sons a home. This anger will probably never go away. It's good that Sam found happiness, Dean muses. At least one of them should.

There's movement on the balcony next door and despite the separation wall, Dean can see the trenchcoat clad arms propped up on the railing. What are the odds?

"Castiel?"

There is a long pause and then comes, "Dean?" This gravelly voice doesn't fail to move him. If Dean didn't decide to scratch the term 'witch' for his future sister-in-law, he would wonder if her stepbrother might be a witcher, too.

"Yeah. Not into parties?"

There is another pause, probably filled with a head shake Dean can't see. "I don't like crowds of people. And my family is, well, my family. I love them, but it's complicated."

"I get it," Dean says, although he probably doesn't.

"You seem to have cooled down a little," Castiel states matter-of-factly.

"Was it so obvious?"

Castiel laughs and the sound vibrates into Dean's heart, churning it in delicious ways. "You looked as if you were out to kill someone."

Dean chuckles. "I kinda was."

"Why? And who?"

Dean swallows hard. What he would give for a beer right now, but he had way too much of that red wine already. Maybe that's why he answers, "You." There is a long moment of surprise that Castiel doesn't seem inclined to break, so Dean adds, "I built up this story in my head that Rowena bewitched Sam and you were at fault because you brought them together."

"And now?"

Dean shrugs his shoulders. "I only want Sammy to be happy."

Castiel hums on the other side of the separation. "Why are you sounding so sad then?"

A flare of anger rises in Dean's chest. The man doesn't know him. What gives him the right to state something like this?

"Blow me, Cass!" he grinds out. That guy is getting under his skin. Why, he doesn't know. Maybe because he's right.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

The retort comes quick like a shot and Dean is struck speechless for a way too long moment. Castiel starts chuckling.

"You're an asshole!" Dean grumbles.

"An asshole who gives good head, though," Castiel says smugly.

Dean groans. No, he won't think of these sinful lips wrapped around his cock. No way, José.

"Is that an offer?" his mouth asks without his consent.

"I'm not a one-off kind of guy, Dean."

Dean wishes he wouldn't have to lie if he said he wasn't either. Is there an expiration date for that stamp if you haven't got laid for more than a year? Probably not.

The silence stretches into an eternity until Castiel quietly says, "Good night," leaving Dean alone in the pale moonlight.

***

Rowena looks beautiful and Sam smart. Dean manages to get through the whole wedding ceremony and his best man speech without a single glimmer of jealousy. Bobby looks at him approvingly and Ellen whispers into his ear that his mum would have been so proud of him.

Still, Dean finds himself on the balcony once again. His thoughts need space to swirl around him. There's a lot to process on this fine day—his brotherly/parent-like love, his own loneliness in a room full of people, the strange stares that Castiel and he have been sharing the whole day…

He presses the palms of his hands against his eyes, hoping to force back the sting of tears building up in them. A warm hand lands on his shoulder, startling him. "You've done well."

Dean chuckles without mirth. "Can't remember when anyone said something like this about me." He bites his lip, hard. Why did he say that? To a complete stranger nonetheless. Castiel doesn't comment on it, though, and Dean sighs in relief.

The music coming from the party changes to something slow and Castiel asks, "May I have the next dance?"

Dean turns his head and stares at the outstretched hand for a very long moment. He has never danced with a man before. Not without a beer bottle in his hand and for sure not a slow dance. But he feels a pull to this man, who he hated with all his guts just a day ago. A man with kind eyes, a shy smile, and a patience Dean isn't used to.

He takes the offered hand and Castiel's smile grows wider, just like Dean's heart. Castiel pulls him slowly into his arms, lets him settle against him, and rewards Dean's head leant against his own with a gentle brush over his back.

Dean shivers at the tender touch and bites the inside of his cheek in a last attempt to keep back the tears welling up in his eyes.

"It's okay," Castiel says. "Let go. No one will see it."

And Dean does. In the arms of a stranger under the Californian moon. He doesn't shake off the tender hand carding through his hair, or the strong arms holding him upwards. He lets out the sobs he's been holding and allows Castiel to brush away his tears before their lips meet in a gentle kiss. He smiles at Castiel bashfully afterwards.

"It's okay," Castiel repeats.

Dean chuckles. "Is it? Crying like a baby in a stranger's arms?"

"Crying like the big brother, who raised a wonderful man and has to let him go to live his own life. Crying like a lonely man, who hasn't been touched intimately for ages."

Dean furrows his brow. "How?"

Castiel smiles at him with so much warmth that Dean feels like welling up again.

"Sam loves you. He talks about you all the time. It felt like I knew you before we even met. And the rest? Let's say, kindred souls recognise each other."

Dean huffs a laugh. "You're good, man."

Castiel smirks at him. "And you're a good man, Dean Winchester," he says and leans in for another kiss.

Maybe, Dean muses, Castiel is magical after all.

[chiliiscereal]

Too tall part 2

Raph x tall! Fem! Reader

——-

So here we are again lol I liked writing it so here’s part two!

——-

“Yeah he was a douchebag.” You agreed, tapping the seat nervously. Sure you were glad to have conversation but it didn’t need to be any info dumping. Quickly, you turned the conversation back around to him. “You kept calling yourself a monster earlier. Do you guys get called that a lot?”

You could easily see the nervous expression on his face shift to something more... bitter.

“You could say that.” He grunted.

Immediately you felt bad. It makes sense that he’s get called that. To be honest, the word ran through your head when he and his brother fell from the roof. But to call someone that to their face? That’s cold.

You straightened up, desperate to fix what you’d said. “I personally don’t see it. Well, other than you guys breaking my phone that is.”

He looked up at you with a glare, only for it to melt slightly when he noticed the grin on your face.

“Who knows, maybe that perv was on his way back with a few friends and you guys dropping down was exactly what I needed to get rid of him.” You shrugged, watching his golden eyes intently. Sure you just met him but you needed him to have the right impression, even if you might not see him again.

“Maybe.” Was all he offered.

Well, maybe sitting in the quiet was better. Running your mouth might have the wrong effect.

“Got a pretty good punch.” He commented after a moment of silence. He wasn’t sure what else he should say but he didn’t exactly want the conversation to die... purely because it would be awkward. “You...uh... you box at all?”

You examined the hand he’d previously wrapped, grateful you weren’t the only one talking. “No just had to learn to beat up guys when they messed with my friends. I’d like to in the future though.” You cleared your throat nervously. “Do you? Do you box?”

He nodded. “Yeah, a bit.”

You nodded as well. “Very cool.”

The conversation began to dwindle again so he picked it back up.

“If ya’d like... I could show ya a few moves.” He immediately regretted offering the moment he spoke. He.... he couldn’t help it! What was wrong with him? You’d said a few words he’d never heard before! That was it! And... well, you also cracked a few jokes with him... denied him being a monster... hell you even apologized to him. Apologies weren’t things he got often. “If ya ever in need ‘a course.” He covered himself quickly. “Got lots a spare time an’ a punchin’ bag.”

You blinked in surprise. A giant, mutant, teenage turtle... was offering you boxing lessons?

Raph mentally kicked himself for saying that. “Neva’ mind ya probably got other places to be-.”

“I’d like that.” You sat up a bit. “It’s not everyday that I get offered a boxing lesson by a mutant hero.”

The term ‘mutant hero’ threw him off. He was used to ‘monster’ or simply being referred to as ‘giant turtle’. But ‘mutant hero’? That was a title he could get behind.

“Can’t have ya goin’ around breakin’ the skin on your knuckles again.” He clarified quickly, gaining a bit of confidence back. “An’ I noticed that ya had your thumb in your fist when ya hit the guy. Coulda broken it.”

You snorted. “Yeah I wasn’t exactly thinking about that when he attacked me.”

“Impressive though.” He commented. “Thought we’d have to jump in an’ save ya.”

“Instead you jumped in after I did all the hard work and broke my phone.” You raised an eyebrow jokingly.

He looked down in embarrassment. “Yeah you can blame Mikey for that. Dumbass wanted to make bets about how long it would take for you to take the guy down.”

You flushed a bit at the thought of them watching you take your rage out on the creep. “I don’t really know what to say to that.”

He nodded, not really knowing what to say either. He was new to the whole conversation thing. Usually Mikey or Leo carried the conversations.

“Well looks like you’re all good.” He leaned back once he finished wrapping your hands. “Guess you can get your phone and we’ll get outta your hair.”

You stood up, backing up a bit when he did to. Man he really towered over people. “Well, except when I come back for that boxing lesson.”

He was surprised to be honest. You really wanted to come back?

You pointed your finger at him jokingly. “I’m holding you to it. You offered and there’s no backing out now.”

“Yeah... sounds like a plan.”

——

It was a plan indeed.

In fact, it became the plan for almost every afternoon.

You brought over your homework to finish up (with Donnie insisting he could help), chatted a bit with Splinter (he loved having new company), finally got to the boxing lesson (your favorite part), and then played video games with Mikey to cool down.

You had to admit, you were nervous the first few times you came over. They were to. You, of course, cracked many nervous jokes and accidentally made far too many cookies on your first trip back. You were excited and scared! Food was then way to peoples hearts right? They seemed nice and this was a once in a lifetime opportunity to make out of the ordinary friends.

They’d definitely been surprised when you showed up with about 3 tons of chocolate chip cookies but they were teenagers; it was eaten within the hour.

In your opinion it helped you break the ice. It was hard enough to find things in common when they’re completely different species! Cookies had become the common ground.

Being different species wasn’t the only thing. They were HUGE! For once you were the shortest out of everyone in the room.

Well, until you met April.

She’d been talked up so much that you couldn’t wait to meet the girl that helped them save New York.

She barely went to your shoulder.

But you two got along. Sure she was an adult and it was a bit awkward that she was smaller than you, but you managed. In fact you even liked having someone smaller than you around when you were with them. It made you feel more... normal.

“I was a bit awkward the first time I came here to.” She admitted as you two sat on the couch. You two were supposed to be trying to figure out calculus but it was fruitless. “They’re just so... huge!”

You nodded as you erased your work. “Yeah, I’m used to being the tall one. But now it’s like I’m gonna get stepped on!”

“Well you’re pretty tall yourself.” She waved it off. “Does that ever give you any trouble?”

You set down you pencil with a sigh. “A bit. It’s... hard to find a guy that will like all 6 feet and 4 inches of me.”

April shook her head. “Psh. Men. What do they know.”

“Absolutely Nothing.” You grinned. “The only thing they know is that they like small girls.”

“Eh, I can think of a few guys that like tall girls.” She hinted slightly, disappointed when you didn’t seem to notice. “You’d just have to... branch out.”

You shrugged and leaned back on the couch. “I’ve tried that.”

“Maybe you just need a different... angle.” She held up her hands to fully frame your face. “Maybe there’s a reaaaaally tall guy out there for you. Someone who won’t care that you’re 6 foot 4 inches.”

You snorted, wrinkling your nose at her. “Yeah, let me know when a seven foot guy shows up in New York. Preferably, he has to be my age, and my type.”

Just then, Raph walked into the room. “Done chattin’ it up or are ya gonna go for another hour?”

You jumped. “What in the hot tater tots, dude!” You put your hand over your beating chest as if that would calm your heart down. “I get that you’re a ninja but come on! You’re gonna give me a heart attack showing up out of nowhere like that!

“Ya gonna box or what?” He rolled his eyes, mentally facepalming himself.

You weren’t like his brothers.

You weren’t even like him.

He had to be more careful. But he wouldn’t make it obvious of course. Stealth was clearly his thing.

You rolled your eyes right back at him, grateful that he was at a point where he felt he could joke with you. “Can you let my soul return to my body first?”

He frowned, unsure of what that meant. “Uhh... you okay?”

You jumped up off the couch, breath finally caught. “Alright I’m good. I’d rather get another lesson in then have to deal with calculus anymore.” You kicked your notebook a bit.

“You could... I don’t know... get Donnie to help ya with it?” He offered half heartedly.

You shook your head. “Nah, I’d rather do boxing with you.” You patted his arm as you passed him on your way to the training area. “Let’s go!”

His face flushed immediately.

Shit.

April raised an eyebrow from the couch. “Damn. You got it bad don’t you?”

Double shit.

He glared at her as the blush on his face grew hotter. “Shut up. Don’t know what the hell youre talkin’ about.”

She pursed her lips and tried not to laugh. “Of course. Just can’t help but notice that you never offered me any boxing lessons. Strange.”

He turned before he could get anymore embarrassed. “I don’t know what you’re on but you’re dead wrong.” And with that, he left.

———

“So these are your katanas?” You asked leo curiously, holding the weapons as gentle as possible. He’d let you look at them while you waited for Raph to show up. Never did you think he’d let you actually touch the blades.

He did, however, stand cautiously next to you. “Yeah, Master splinter gave them to me. Wanna see a few moves?”

You nodded eagerly. “Maybe when I’m actually good at boxing you can teach me some as well.”

You watched as he swing the blades with ease, talking you through each move and it’s purpose.

“Mikey, I’m NOT using my tech to fit every cheese and meat in the world into one pizza!” Donnie stated firmly, walking in with his younger brother right on his tail.

“Why not?” He begged. “It would be genius! We could offer it to the world! Give it our blessing!”

“The world wouldn’t take it from us.” Donnie rolled his eyes.

“Then we give it to Y/n in our honor!” He gestured to you. “She could give our gift to the world.”

“The world don’t want no gift of ours.” Raph commented, finally walking in.

You perked up immediately, altho you were unsure why.

“That’s why we label it as y/n’s” Mikey protested.

“I’m not gonna argue with you about this!” Donnie brushes past him and you.

“Then just say yes!” Mikey exclaimed, accidentally shouldering you.

Now these guys are pretty big. When they shoulder someone, they really move them out of the way.

And unfortunately, out of the way was closer to where Leo was practicing with his katanas.

“Shit!” You hissed quickly when you realized how close you were.

You’d have been chopped up into finely slice pieces if not for the arms that wrapped around you and moved you away quickly. Your feet left the floor before you could even realize what was going on. All you could feel was your back pressed against something solid and hands at your waist.

“Mikey watch where you’re goin’!” Raph shouted, setting you down gently.

“Sorry bro!” He called over his shoulder.

You took a deep breath and squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to stumble when your feet touched the floor. “Wow, that was a little too close for my liking.”

“Ya good there, short stuff?

At this, your eyes flew open. “Short stuff? Excuse me?”

He saw absolutely no problem with the name. “What?”

You placed your hands at your hips. “Never, in all my years, have I been called short stuff.”

He snorted. “Get used to it. Around here, you ARE short stuff.”

You narrowed your eyes at him as he prepared the boxing gloves. How was he so casual about this?? You were never talked to like that! “If I were in the human world, I’d be treated with respect because I tower over all the underlings.” You attempted to joke to cover up your surprise.

He found your reaction... amusing. You reacted better than he thought you would actually. “Well you’re the only underling here, SHORT STUFF.”

You tensed, so very very VERY unused to nicknames. “Come on, you can’t make an exception for human standards of height?”

You didn’t hate it, you just hated that it caught you off guard. Being off guard was the last thing you wanted.

“Nope.” He tossed you a pair of boxing gloves. “Now let’s get to it.”

———-

Why did that name make you feel so... giddy? You couldn’t help but play that scene over and over in your head as you sat at the lunch table with your friends. Was this how all your friends felt when they got called stuff like that? Was this what you’d been missing out on?

And you’d never been picked up before. Not like all the other girls in your grade had.

It was strange... and you liked it.

“Hey, again, I’m sorry about what happened.” Your friend apologized. “I know it’s been a month already but it’s clearly eating you up!” She took your hand understandingly. “I know that whenever this happens you lock yourself away but I’m here for you.”

You snapped back to the land of the living. “Oh! Actually... I’ve been fine!” It was almost like you hadn’t had time to be sad about what happened when that guy stood you up. Like other stuff took his place in your head.

She frowned at you. “Are you sure?”

You nodded, a smile creeping on to your face. “Positive.”

She gasped suddenly. “Oh my goodness. You met someone didn’t you?!” She shook your arm before you could answer. “Don’t deny it! Who are they? What’s their name??”

You shook her off. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” But your blushing face said otherwise.

“I don’t believe you.” She pursed her lips. “Can I just have a name? Does he go to our school?”

You snorted. “Dude, I don’t like him. He’s just a friend I’ve been talking to lately. He’s been giving me boxing lessons-.”

“Oh my goodness you two are basically married now.”

“Wait what?”

“Personal lessons? Girl he’s got it bad!”

Her words stuck with you the whole day. Even when you walked into the lair that afternoon. They spun in circles like a loop, playing over and over.

Psh you didn’t have feelings for Raph!

No way.

And he had a bad for you? No. No, your friend just misread the whole situation.

Just friends, as you’d been for the past month or so.

But the moment you walked in and saw him... you weren’t too sure.

He glanced up at you and then back at his phone. “Hey, you’re here early.”

You shrugged, setting your bag down. “Didn’t feel like heading home right away.”

“Donnies in his lab area if you’re gonna do more a’ that math shit.” He offered, eyes not leaving his phone screen.

“Actually I don’t have any homework today.” You started slowly. “And if you’re not busy...” you waited to see if he would catch on. You continued when he didn’t, “then could we skip ahead to the boxing?”

Now he looked up. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

He attempted to cover his reaction. “I mean, yeah I got time I guess.”

“Alright, then let’s get some water and get started?”

“Sounds good to me.”

Mikey, Leo, and master splinter were all in the kitchen.

“Hey didn’t hear ya come in!” Mikey grinned, patting your shoulder.

You jolted at the strength he put behind it, unready.

“Ay watch it.” Raph ordered, guiding you slightly away from Mikey.

It was just that he didn’t want Mikey to hit you too hard. Because... then you’d give up boxing too soon for the day. And then he’d have nothing else to do.

“It’s fine.” You waved him off, flushing a bit as you uncapped your water bottle. “Can I get through guys?”

Unfortunately Leo and Raph had started an arguement about the way Raph handled Mikeys action and now no one was really letting you get to the sink.

“Fine I’ll do it myself.” You tried to go around Raph, and succeeded. He backed away immediately when he saw that you had moved. But getting around Leo and Mikey? Not so successful.

With Leo’s strictness turned to Mikey, the two began arguing.

You tried to dodge them but Mikey took a step back.

“Oh my goodness your brothers aren’t making this easy.” You complained to Raph.

“Tell me about it.” He rolled his eyes. Suddenly.. he got an idea. “C’mon short stuff.” He grabbed you and set you on his shoulders so you wouldn’t get squished by one of his idiot brothers.

“Holy shit!” You squeaked suddenly. Now it was you that towered above everyone else. “Should I get used to you grabbing me randomly or is this only a temporary thing?” You held onto his shell as he shouldered past his brothers.

“Possibly.” He shrugged, “but it’s funnier if ya don’t.”

You hit his shoulder. “So you’re doing this for FUN??”

“That, and you gettin’ hit by Leo or Mikey would be an inconvenience.”

Wow where was all this joking coming from?

“Then I guess I gotta stop reacting.”

————

From then on it was a contest.

He would move you randomly out of the way and you’d do your best not to react.

You never did get used to it but he didn’t need to know that.

He never gave you any warnings either, which didn’t help.

You’d be standing in the tv area and he’d pick you up and move you out of his way, smirking while he walked by if he got a reaction.

You had fun with it though. It was fun... and you enjoyed having something like that in your friendship.

You flopped down on your couch after your hard day at school. Today you had no boxing lesson planned and only a few chapters to read. You WERE planning on relaxing by yourself but...

Mikey sent you a message.

Shreks_love_child: hey are you planning on coming over?

You frowned at it. Didn’t he know you had the day off?

You: I’m just going to relax at home today

Shreks_love_child: could you do that another day and come over? Raph’s in a mood

You: why would me coming over help anything? And why is he in a mood?

Shreks_love_child: no reason. He just doesn’t yell as much when you’re around

That wasn’t true... was it?

With a bit of thought, you responded back.

You: fine I’ll be there in a bit. But you better give me a better explanation when I get there. AND you owe me

“Mom I’m headed to my friends house!” You shouted, slipping on your shoes and heading out there door before she could make you do something like doing the dishes before you left.

You walked down the street, enjoying the scenery.

Why would Raph be in a mood?

And why would you being there make it better?

Well Mikey better have a good reason.

Just as you were about to come upon the sewer lid that lead you to their home, you recognized a person walking your way...

...the same guy that had stood you up.

His eyes widened when he seemed to recognize you to. “Hey, Y/n!” He shouted.

Nope.

Nope nope nope.

You began walking faster, turning the corner and heading towards the lid quickly. You had to act fast. You absolutely did NOT want to get caught face to face with him.

You lowered yourself and placed to too heavy lid over yourself as fast as possible, moments before he turned the corner.

You let out a sigh of relief.

Dumbass. Why has he wanted to talk? He made it clear how he felt and what he thought.

Whatever. You didn’t need to think about him now.

You could already hear the sound of shouting.

“Mikey I told ya not to touch it! It’s not finished and ya coulda broken it!”

You made your way down the ladder and through the tunnels quickly. From the sounds of it, Mikey was close to being murdered.

“I’m sorry! You left it on the counter dude! I didn’t know what it was!”

You rounded the next corner, coming face to face with two defensive turtle boys. Raph held a small object protectively in his hands and his brother backed away.

“That don’t mean ya gotta mess with it!”

“I already apologized bro!”

“Apologies are shit! Ya got pizza sauce all over it!”

You cleared your throat, letting yourself be known.

Both of them turned to you immediately.

Relief washed over mikeys face. “Hey! It’s y/n! Whatcha doin’ here angel cakes?” He rushed over quickly, practically standing behind you to protect himself from his older brother. “Today was your day off! Huh. Well now you’re here, right?”

You rolled your eyes at him, moving your attention to Raph.

His whole demeanor had changed. He no longer looked ready to kill. Instead he stood up straighter and held whatever the object was behind his back. “Why ya here?” He asked with a frown. “Today was the day off.”

You decided to not give Mikey an even harder time than he was having and not rat him out. “Thought maybe I’d just hang out with you guys if that’s okay?”

He nodded. “Yeah I’m cool with it.” He narrowed his eyes at Mikey as if he suspected what he’d done. Unfortunately he couldn’t hurt him in front of you so he turned his attention away from his younger brother.

“Cool cool.” You nodded as well. “Wanna watch a movie or something?” You leaned closer a bit to see what he had in his hands.

“Yeah, just let me go get my... my phone from my room.” He closed his fist over the object and moved aside.

“Whatcha hiding?” You raised a brow at him. “Candy?”

“Not hiding anything.”

You followed him to his room with a smirk. “If it’s candy you gotta share.”

“Nope. Not candy.” His face darkened as he grew embarrassed about the possibility of being caught before it was ready. “Just go wait on the couch.”

You rolled your eyes and held up your hands in surrender. “Fine. But I hope the shame of candy hoarding follows you forever.” You turned on your heel and walked to the couch.

Just as you sat down, your phone buzzed.

Hey, I just wanted to apologize for what happened. Are we good?

The absolute audacity. That guy ignored you for practically five months! And now he was apologizing? And he wasn’t even giving you a good reason??

You wrinkled your nose at the screen as if it were his face.

It was a stupid idea I just wasn’t ready for anything serious

You shut your phone off and tried to swallow the temptation of throwing it at the wall.

You know it’s rude to ignore people right?

The phone hit the brick wall with a thud.

It had an otter box case it was fine.

You took a deep breath and held your face in your hands, elbows resting on your knees.

“You good, short stuff?”

You groaned into your hands. “Just let me die.”

Raph frowned, unsure of what to say. One moment you were excited and bugging him. Now you looked like someone stole your dog.

“Somethin’ wrong?”

You sat up furiously. “Yeah this dipshit guy keeps texting me!” You paced the room, snatching up your phone as you went. “He stood me up the night I first met you guys and now he wants to talk?? And he’s calling me rude for not responding!” You shook your phone angrily. “Either I’m gonna die or he is!”

“The douchebag?” Raph attempted to clarify. “Ya still got his number?”

“I didn’t have time to delete it.” You admitted. “I got so caught up with you guys! And then he tried to talk to me on the way here!” You sat down beside him with a huff. “Fighting crime is your thing right? You think it’s justified if I run to his house and kill him? Would you stop me?”

“Wouldn’t try very hard.” He huffed. “He’s a dipshit. Don’t see what’s right in front a’ him.”

Crap out of room. To be continued!

@sophiedoodles-blog @fanlovedlt

[harrystylesleftkneecap]

Mint and chapstick

Warnings : Slight smut, spanking, poly (sorta) cussing, nudity.

(JJ maybank x reader x John b)

A/N: Uh so this is something I’ve literally been looking for but couldn’t find it anywhere so I just wrote it myself. It’s bad, it’s kinda nasty, and there are mistakes everywhere. I have another imagine written that’s more soft JJ and includes slight (breastfeeding sorta kinda). So let me know if you want to see it. But just enjoy ig lmao. GIF isn’t mine but the writing and ideas are.

“Come here...now y/n” JJ spoke, patting his knees.

You stared at him in disbelief, he wouldn’t. Not here. Not now.

“JJ i-“ you started, but jj quickly cut you off.

“That’s not my name” he corrected, a smirk forming across his face.

You glanced at John B who was sitting across from JJ. He looked fine, not confused one bit.

“He knows you’ve been a bad girl y/n, you haven’t been behaving and this may be the only way to get you to.” JJ said. He was enjoying this way too much.

Shakily letting out a breath, you looked down at your feet that slowly began making their way towards JJ.

“How many John b, 10,20?” He asked his friend.

John b finally spoke up, “20 sounds good to me.”

You gasped slightly and turned towards your friend, your body burning in embarrassment.

“What is 20 not enough for you?” John b started “you have been kinda bratty lately.” He finished with a smirk.

“N-no, 20 is fine.” You breathed, turning back to your boyfriend.

Arousal began pooling between your legs. This was so wrong, wasn’t it? John b shouldn’t be involved in you and JJ’s sex life. But for some reason, you began getting excited for the events to come.

“Come on, be a good girl for daddy.” JJ spoke, patting his legs once more.

You sat on his lap, not facing either of the boys. You intended to keep it that way, until JJs rough hands gripped your chin and pulled you to face him.

“Don’t be shy now baby, you’ve been talking about John B an awful lot now haven’t you?” He questioned, tracing your lips with his ring clad thumb.

He lightly shook you, “answer me pumpkin.”

“Y-yes daddy.” You mewled.

You had been thinking about this since JJ brought it up. But you didn’t think he would do it so suddenly. Maybe a casual ‘hey I think we’re gonna try this now’ would have helped calm your nerves.

“That’s right, now shirt or no shirt?” He sent a questioning glance to his friend manspreading in the chair across the room.

“Hmm, no shirt.” He responded

“Great idea, you heard him honey.” He told you, pulling you in for a quick kiss.

You slowly stood to remove your cami, facing John b as he smiled.

JJs hands found your hips as your shirt lifted, your tan skin and perky breasts finally being freed from the fabric. He rubbed small circles in your hips and turned you toward him.

His blown out pupils and messy hair didn’t help the wetness quickly pooling in your shorts.

Reluctantly, you crawled into his lap. Pressing your chest into his legs and resting your palms on the floor.

“That’s my good girl.” Jj cooed, sliding his hands into the pale pink pajama shorts you were wearing. He squeezed your ass lightly, almost reassuring you.

You had talked about this before, JJ thought it would be a nice change. You were reluctant at first, but couldn’t get the idea of someone watching you out of your head. Either way, this is just like you had talked about.

As he slid your shorts down to your ankles John B spoke again, “no underwear, I think that calls for an extra 5.”

JJ let’s out a light chuckle,” I think it does too, you know better pumpkin.” He continues by running his hands over the smooth skin of your ass, moving to the pool of arousal in between your legs.

“Why are you acting so shy? The pool in between your legs is telling me you’re enjoying this much more than you’re letting on.” He says, the smirk playing on his face has yet to dissipate.

John B let’s out a light laugh as your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

“It’s okay y/n, no need to hold back because of me.” John b speaks, placing his arms behind his head simply admiring the sinful view situated before him.

JJ moves his hands from between your legs and rests them on your lower back. “You know how this goes y/n, count each of them. Afterwords you apologize, and if you do well you’ll get a kiss... from both of us.”

You turn to look at your boyfriend, surprised That he’s letting John B get in on more action than you had previously thought.

“O-okay.” You shakily let out.

“Alight pumpkin, you ready?” JJ asks.

“Yes daddy.” You reply, your words coming out stronger than before from anticipation.

You close your eyes anticipating the first blow, and when JJs hand connects with your ass you let out a quiet moan as fire burns through you.

“One.” You began.

The second blow was harder than the first, but that doesn’t mean you liked it any less.

“Two.”

The third comes down, and his force isn’t helping your arousal one bit.

You let a louder moan slip as you count the third. And JJ smirks at you.

“Sometimes I think you’re bratty just so I’ll spank you. You enjoy this too much, maybe I’ll have to find another way to punish you.”

As you reach the 20th blow, your ass is burning. and tears began to form in your eyes. The pressure building in your stomach becomes harder and harder to control. And you begin to think that you may fall apart without any other stimulation.

“John B, you wanna get the last 5?” JJ suddenly asks.

You open your eyes and look at the other boy, who nods his head and rises from his spot in the chair.

“Okay, you be a good girl for John B.” JJ says, helping you stand from your spot on his lap.

Standing completely bare in front of the two very attractive boys had you squirming, reaching to cover your breasts as John B walks over.

Before you could, he reaches and grabs your arms. “None of that now, we all know you aren’t shy.” He speaks lowering down to your eye level.

JJ sits back on the chair John B was previously in. Watching in awe as his beautiful girl lays over his best friends lap. This was all he could have ever asked for.

He helps you situate over his cargo shorts, staring at the red marks JJ had left previously.

“Jesus man, these rings gotta hurt.”

“She likes them” JJ replies, making you let out a soft laugh as your boyfriend shoots you a wink.

“You ready?” John B asks, as he brings his hands over the reddened skin.

“Yes-“ you began, turning to look at JJ asking how to adress his best friend.

“Sir, yes sir.” JJ says.

Taking a breath you speak,” yes sir, I’m ready.”

John B was playing it cool, just like JJ had told him. JJ said that you likes being controlled, and he had to act cool if it was really going to get you going.

John Bs first blow wasn’t very hard, and you didn’t expect it to be. You hadn’t thought he had ever done anything like this before.

“Y-you can go harder.” You told him, making JJ stifle a laugh.

“I told you bro, she likes it.”

John B chuckles as he lands his second blow, causing a sinful whine to fall past your lips.

“Twenty two.”

As John B lands his last one, tears have spilled over, running down your cheeks.

JJ rises and sits down on the couch beside you two, pulling you to stand in front of them.

“I think you owe us an apology now.” He says, that sinful smirk still playing on both of their faces.

Still completely bare, you took a shaky breath and wiped your tears.

“I’m sorry I was a brat, it won’t happen again.”

JJ hums, “oh yes it will, but I think that was a great apology.” He turns to John B.

“Yeah, perfect.” John B smiles.

You smile at the two boys like a child. More than Happy with the events that had just occurred.

“Cmere baby.” JJ laughs and pulls you into a sweet embrace, pulling away to kiss you softly. He sits you on his lap and he pulls away, pushing your hair behind your ears and wiping the remaining tears.

“Now I think you owe John B something.”

You turn to John b and he places his hands on your face to pull you in for a kiss.

His lips were softer than you had imagined. He didn’t taste like JJ. JJ tastes like smoke and sweet liquor. John B tastes more like mint and and, was that your chapstick?

“Have you been using my chapstick?” You asked as you pulled away.

John b let out a laugh, “maybe!” He smirked.

You all fell into a fit of giggles, and JJ threw your shirt and shorts back at you.

“Get dressed, and put on some underwear princess. You know the rules.” JJ said, falling back onto the couch.

“Damn, her ass is tore up.” John B spoke in disbelief as you pulled your cami over your head.

“Honestly it’s not the worst it’s ever been, like that one time-“ you began, but JJ quickly cut you off.

“Dont even fucking mention that, God I was so mad.” He sighed, covering his face with his hands.

You laughed and wiggled into your shorts before falling back in between the two boys.

You fell into a peaceful silence before the front door swung open and kie ran in pulling pipe behind her.

“Hey guys, what’s up?” She asked, throwing her bag onto the floor and walking into the kitchen.

“Ah, nothing much,” John B groaned, standing from the couch and following her into the kitchen.

JJ pulled you into a hug and kissed your head. “Did you enjoy that?” He whispered

You nodded.

“Wanna do it again?”

You nodded again.

“Sounds good pumpkin.” He smiled, standing to shake hands with pope.

“Y/n where’s your chapstick?” Kie suddenly asked, coming back into the living room with John b behind her.

“Oh it’s in my purse, hang on.” You told her, rising from you spot on the couch and bending over to reach for your purse on the floor.

“HOLY SHIT WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR ASS.” Kie screams, running up to you to get a better look.

Dumbfounded you tried to come up with a reply.

“You and JJ need to chill out, and John B I’m surprised you let this happen under your roof!” She scoffed, causing the three boys to burst into laughter.

“I cannot believe you guys! After all I’ve done for you! And you come into my humble abode and do sinful things! Unbelievable!” John B scoffs, falling back onto the couch.

“Here’s your fucking chapstick.” You mumbled, handing Kie your cherry lip balm.

“Thanks.”

You look over to the two smirking friends on the couch, only hoping for something similar to happen again.

[cheri-translates]

Dating Mr Gavin (a translated one-shot)

This work, 和阿起先生的恋爱日记, was originally written by 喵小柒吃很少 on Weibo, and she has given me permission to translate it 🌸

[ ONE ]

Pushing the door open gently, you peek into the study room.

“Gavin! Are you still working?” 

Lifting his head in response to your voice, warmth seeps into his originally stoic expression. “...mm, I should be done soon.”

“That’s good...” You comment, but feel a twinge of disappointment. 

Why does this man have to work so hard during the weekend...

You’re suddenly struck with an idea--

“Can I accompany you? I promise not to be a disturbance!”

“Cough... sure.” 

In a volume he thinks you can’t hear, he adds, “It’s all I could wish for.”

You plop yourself down opposite Gavin, and start flipping through a novel on his desk.

After a few minutes, he suddenly speaks. “I think you should sit next to me.”

“Hm?”

The tips of his ears flush a slight red.

“I’m trying my best to concentrate, but I can’t focus when you’re in front of me...”

“All right~” You rise to your feet. After a moment of deliberation, you move over to Gavin’s left side.

“Not in front, and not to the right.” You mutter secretively.

“...why?”

“Because...” You lean in close to his face, and give him a light peck reminiscent of a dragonfly flitting across the surface of water. “This way, I’ll be closer to your heart!”

[ TWO ]

"Look at me!” You lift your phone up high, the front-view camera displaying a large you, and a tiny Gavin at the back.

“Coming.” He says affectionately as always, walking over. “Are you taking a picture?”

“Mm!” Adjusting your expression, you tap on an adorable sticker, causing bunny ears to appear on the screen. Given your shorter height, you struggle to hold the phone at a proper angle so the both of you can fit into the frame.

With a light chuckle, he takes the phone from you, lifting it up even higher. “Let me.”

Just before he snaps the picture, you give him a quick kiss on the cheek - the moment his face turns a bright red is captured perfectly by the camera.

“Great! Mission complete~” You take the phone back from him, checking the picture.

Gavin smiles as he tousles your hair. “If you like it that much, I can take pictures with you anytime.”

[ THREE ]

“We have to hurry!” You grab Gavin’s hand as the two of you rush to board the train, squishing yourselves among the throng of commuters. 

One of his hands are wrapped around your waist, and another is behind your head, preventing others from bumping into you. The train doors shut slowly.

“Are you okay?” He releases the hand on your head, but his grip on your waist doesn’t loosen.

“I’m fine!” You shake your head, giving him a bright smile. 

A few stations later, the crowd in the train gradually lessen. Luckily, the both of you managed to find seats.

You lean to the right, planting your head on his shoulder. Then, you retrieve a set of earpieces from your bag, plugging it into your phone. Gavin tilts his head to look at you, his eyes tender and affectionate.

“Here!” You stuff the right earplug into your ear, and hand the left earplug to him.

“Mm.” Gavin takes it, inserting it into his ear.

A gentle and romantic melody drifts from the earplugs, coursing into your heart. The surrounding din fades. When you see the windows opposite reflecting both of your profiles, a smile subconsciously surfaces on your face.

Being able to enjoy bits and pieces of happiness in this hectic life - this is your definition of being blessed.

[ FOUR ]

“Stop using your phone! It’s time to eat!” 

While holding an ice-cream in one hand, you notice Gavin standing at the entrance of the store with his phone. You’ve been yearning to visit this internet famous ice-cream store, and if it weren’t for you complaining over the past few days about how hot the weather has been, he wouldn’t have agreed to let you eat it...

“Mm, coming.” He agrees, but doesn’t put down his phone.

Hmm... what could be more important than focusing on the date? 

Of course, you wouldn’t make a fuss if it’s a work call, given the special circumstances of his job.

You rush over to him, your pout smoothening into a resigned smile. “If you’re busy, you could go ahead and handle it.” After this, you even give him a comforting pat on the head.

Gavin seems to be a little confused. “Ahem... no, it isn’t a mission.”

“Hm? But earlier...”

Before you finish speaking, you’re interrupted by his cough.

"Just now...” He rubs the back of his neck. “I was... taking pictures of you.”

You’re slightly doubtful of this answer. But when you take a closer look at him, you find that even his neck and ears have turned red.

“Gavin, you... Ahh, the ice-cream is melting!” You frantically take a bite of the ice-cream.

At this moment, you hear a “click”. Agile and nimble, he captures the scene of your messy attempt to salvage the ice-cream.

You peer at the picture in distaste. "I look awful! Delete it!” 

“No you don’t. It’s very nice.” He smiles. “Or I could take another?”

You decide to pose properly this time.

Click.

He sets down the phone. “I saw a quote on the internet yesterday, and wanted to share it with you.”

“What quote?”

“Your smile is as evident as a mountain, clear as water, tranquil and gentle. I want to... look at it for the rest of my life.”

[ FIVE ]

It’s only been a short while since you started cohabiting with Mr Gavin.

You’ve just woken up in the middle of the night, and have a feeling that you wouldn’t be able to fall back to sleep. Even though you feel disgruntled because you have work the next day, there’s really nothing you can do about it. 

Resigned, you turn around, staring at Mr Gavin’s sleeping face - his long eyelashes, straight nose, a few strands of stray hair on his forehead... He looks so dashing, yet adorable. But his eyebrows are slightly furrowed... is he having a bad dream?

With this thought in mind, you shift closer to him. Only then do you realise that in your sleep, you had practically snatched away more than half of his blanket.

You’re flooded with guilt.

With small movements, you prepare to cover him properly with the blanket. The moment you touch his blanket, Gavin wakes up, grabbing your wrists fiercely. Unable to move, you stare at him with eyes wide, not knowing how to react.

In the next second, there’s a change in his expression. He immediately releases his hold on your wrists. “Did... did I hurt you?”

Despite not yet recovering from the suddenness of what just happened, you answer in a daze. “I’m fine.”

Hold on. I’m fine??

“Gavin! That hurt! Why did you do that!?!” You pout, lifting your wrists to his eyes. “Just look, they’re swollen...” (it’s an exaggeration)

Hearing this, Officer Gavin takes your ‘injured’ wrists and blows on them gently. “I’m sorry, it’s all my fault...”

You chuckle. “I was just kidding. It doesn’t hurt~”

After saying this, you snuggle in his arms.

“Actually, I’m the one who feels sorry for you.” You mumble softly.

Such a sharp reaction requires many years of training and horrifying circumstances in order to cultivate. You nuzzle your head against his shoulder.

He seems to understand the meaning behind your words, and he pats your back lightly, planting a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“Let’s go to sleep, my girl.”

[ SIX ]

Men who love the starry sky are truly romantic, and he’s no exception.

Before officially getting together with Gavin, he would often take you to go stargazing. Of course, given that it’s Gavin, he would use an unorthodox method of stargazing - by flying you to the sky.

-

After work, you head to the precinct to look for him, and see that he was just about to leave the station with Eli. Seeing you, Eli smiles brightly. “Sis-in-law is here? Gavin, I’ve got some stuff to do, so I’ll leave now!”

With this, he flees from the scene, leaving you and Gavin in your original positions. He rubs his neck, a little embarrassed. 

You seem to have been taken aback by the address of “Sis-in-law”. Even so, you muster your courage to grab his arm to leave the precinct.

He takes your hand in his. “Eli mentioned that there will be shooting stars in Loveland City tonight. Want to take a look?”

You swing your laced hands back and forth enthusiastically. “Sure!”

When evening sets in, a crowd gathers at the fringe of the city. You heard that this was the best viewing spot, so Gavin brought you here on Sparky.

“So many people...” You frown. “Should we go somewhere else?”

Right after the words leave your lips, a pair of strong arms wrap around you, and a gust of wind lifts you up--

“Did you forget what we came here to do?” Gavin chuckles softly, tapping your nose with the tip of his finger.

He lands on the roof of a building. “What about here?”

“Mm!” You lift your head expectantly, waiting for the arrival of the shooting stars.

After prattling on for a while, the rain of stars finally appears. You point at the sky. “Gavin! Look!” 

This isn’t the first time you’re stargazing with Gavin, but it’s the first time you’re seeing shooting stars together. Watching them, you lapse into silence.

Gavin turns his head towards you. “What are you thinking about?”

“I’m thinking that the reason why stars give off light could be because they want everyone to find a star belonging to them.” 

He takes your hand in his, giving it a squeeze. 

“I’ve already found it.”

[ SEVEN ]

Every summer, the oppressive heat and sudden torrential rain leaves you vexed. But being able to wear pretty skirts and enjoy sweet ice-cream makes you anticipate its arrival.

It’s truly a love-hate relationship.

But nowadays, the amount of “love” far outweighs “hate”. The reason is simple. Because you’re with a man who reminds you of the wind.

You like summer. And you like it even more when you’re with him.

After dinner, Gavin sends you a text: Want to go for a walk?

Like a love-struck fool with a starry-eyed infatuation, you smile at the screen for a very long time. 

Then, you reply with: Sure~

-

When Gavin knocks at your door, your mind is still filled with thoughts of romantic strolls along the river.

By the time you come to your senses, he’s already taking your hand in his, and the two of you are walking along the riverside.

Gavin faces you, the dim yellow streetlights illuminating his face, casting him in a warm glow. “What’s wrong? You’ve been in a daze, and you’ve got a silly smile on your face.”

Your heartbeat speeds up, and you hurriedly deny it. “No I don’t!”

He smiles, tapping on your nose with his free hand. “Silly.”

You pout. It’s his fault for being so dashing!

“Do you feel as though the air is especially sweet, and has a scent of a summer evening breeze?” You ask, deciding to tease him.

Gavin thinks for a moment, but doesn’t seem to understand what you mean. “Summer evening breeze?”

“Mm! The sweet kind! Do you smell it?”

He pauses in his footsteps. “Is there such a smell?”

You look into his amber eyes solemnly--

“The scent of the summer evening breeze... is the scent of this mister right here~”

While saying this, you snuggle into his arms.

You don’t need to look at him to know that his face is definitely flushed, and probably his ears too...

In your heart, he is like summer. In early summer, the evening breeze is neither cold nor scorching. It’s a perfect temperature - the brilliance of midsummer and the warmth of late spring, melting all the thoughts in your head.

The evening breeze of summer conceals many romantic secrets. As for yours, you only want to share them with him...

-

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My (incomplete) Notes on The Lightning Thief

Percy Jackson, at 12 years old, is miserable

Percy is trying very hard to be good

Percy reacts violently when his friends are threatened

“I’m going to kill her” 

I wish I’d decked her right there

Percy turns red when he gets called on 

Percy knows a lot about both Greek and Roman gods

Percy has an “I’ll-kill-you-later” stare

Percy gives “safe” answers to authority figures

Percy sells an illegal candy stash out of his dorm room

Percy knows about shrooms and thinks that he was drugged on the field trip

Percy has nightmares about the teacher (Kindly One) that he killed

Percy has to get summer jobs

Grover is a very bad liar

Percy almost cries in class when his favorite teacher tells him that he’s different

Percy gets into fights to protect Grover from bullies

Percy sees the Fates snipping the thread and knows he’s going to die

Grover mentions that it’s always 6th graders who are killed

Percy ditches Grover at the bus stop

Grover’s bladder acts up when he gets nervous

Sally Jackson took night classes to get her GED

She wanted to be a novelist

Gabe Ugliano is Percy’s stepdad

His cigars make Percy nauseous 

He drinks beer and leaves a mess everywhere

He takes money from Percy and uses it to fund his gambling and calls it their “guy secret.”

If Percy tells Sally, he’ll “punch Percy’s lights out”

Gabe takes over Percy’s room while Percy is at school

Gabe makes fun of Percy’s grades

Sally works at a candy shop and brings Percy blue candy

She runs her hands through his hair and asks him how he’s doing

She never raises her voice or says anything unkind to anyone

Percy wants to punch Gabe

Percy wants to kick Gabe in the balls and “make him sing soprano for week” 

Gabe blamed Percy for things that aren’t his fault

Percy makes a hand gesture that Grover did, but at Gabe, and the screen door slammed shut 

They have a rental cabin on the beach that is “half hidden in the dunes, full of sand and spiders”

Percy and his mom eat blue foods because Gabe said there’s no such thing as blue food. It’s an act of rebellion. 

Percy thinks that his mom doesn’t want him around

Percy is mad at Poseidon for leaving him and his mom

In preschool, Percy is put to sleep in a crib at school. The crib had a snake in it and Percy strangled the snake to death. 

Percy has a dream that a horse (Poseidon) and an eagle (Zeus) are fighting to the death

“O Zeu kai alloi theoi” means “Oh Zeus and other gods!” 

Percy experiences panic when he realizes that his teacher was a monster trying to kill him

Lightning hits the camaro and blasts off the roof

Percy’s got good instincts; the hair frequently raises on the back of his neck when he’s in danger

Sally gets killed by the minotaur 

She’s actually stolen by Hades

Percy rips off the minotaur’s horn and impales it into his side

Percy is crying, weak, trembling with grief and he literally carries Grover and drops onto a porch

Annabeth tries to get Percy to talk while she’s spoon-feeding Percy ambrosia 

Percy has been unconscious for two days after his fight with the minotaur

Percy would rather live on the streets than live with Gabe

He considers lying about his age and joining the army

Percy is very good at telling when adults have been drinking

Grover is nervous about Mr. D

But he still manages to ask for the diet coke can to eat

  The farm house is four stories tall, sky blue and white trim

The camp grows strawberries and the campers pick them

Grover is 28 years old but satyrs mature at half the rate that humans do

The Poseidon cabin walls glow like abalone. There are six empty beds with silk sheets. It smells salty. 

Chiron gets horribly depressed about training heroes

Luke is very handsome except for a thick white scar that runs from his right eye to his jaw.

He’s the son of Hermes and the counselor 

Luke is 19

He’s in cabin 11

Monsters will always reform because they don’t have souls

The bathrooms are cinder block buildings with a line of toilets and a line of showers; there’s a girls and a boys

Percy feels a tug in the pit of his stomach when he uses his powers

Annabeth just watched Clarisse drag Percy into the bathroom to give him a swirly 

Luke steals Percy some toiletries from the camp store. 

Percy is not good at archery, foot racing, or wrestling

The only thing that Percy is good at is canoeing 

Percy can’t find a blade that fits right in his hand. 

Luke has been the best swordsman in 300 years

Percy bests him after pouring ice water on his head (son of Poseidon) 

Hades doesn’t have a cabin at Camp Half-Blood or a throne on Olympus. They say that it would be bad if there was a cabin for Hades. 

Sixty years ago, after World War 2, the big three gods made an oath not to have more kids.

Two of them broke it; Zeus with Jason and Thalia, Poseidon with Percy.

When Hades found out, he let out all three Kindly Ones and a pack of Hellhounds

Thalia wound up becoming a tree. 

Grover was the satyr assigned to bring only Thalia in. Thalia had befriended Annabeth and Luke, and she wouldn’t leave them behind. 

Percy thinks that Luke’s scar makes him look almost evil

Clarisse has an electric spear

It makes Percy go numb wherever she touches him with it

One of the boys in Cabin 5 (Ares) cuts Percy across the arm

Once Percy gets into the water, he’s very good at fighting

Luke wins capture the flag

Annabeth has a Yankee's cap that makes her invisible. It was a gift from her mother. 

Annabeth is the first person to figure out that Poseidon is Percy’s father.

No wait, Grover was first and then Chiron. Well, they knew he was one of the Big Three’s son.

As soon as Percy steps out of the water, he is exhausted and in pain.

When Hellhounds die, they melt into shadow and soak into the ground.

Hellhounds are from the fields of punishment.

When Poseidon claims Percy, everyone kneels.

“Poseidon, Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail, Perseus Jackson, Son of the Sea God.”

Percy is miserable being alone in Cabin Three and being so isolated. He would rather get into fights every day than be ignored. People are steering clear of Percy. 

Except for Luke, who gives Percy one-on-one sword training. 

Annabeth teaches Percy Greek but she’s distracted.

Gabe tells the press that Percy is violent and a troubled kid. The newspapers say that Percy may be involved in his mother’s disappearance. 

Gabe also tells the press that Percy has expressed violent tendencies in the past.

Percy has more dreams of Zeus and Poseidon fighting. He hears Kronos’ voice calling to him. 

It doesn’t rain in Camp Half-Blood (or even get overcast) unless they want it to. 

Dionysus wants to kill Percy. 

Percy gets embarrassed when he knows something someone doesn’t want or expect him to. 

Percy has a nervous laugh. 

Illegal copies can be made of the Gods Symbols of Power.

Percy has tried to steal pizza from Gabe’s poker parties and got busted for it.

Percy is furious that the camp is being punished for his existence. He thinks he’s responsible for the gods' fight. 

The Big House attic is four flights up. It’s full of mementos from old demigod fights. 

Percy is scared of the oracle. 

Percy’s fists clench at the very sight of Gabe. 

Percy doesn’t have many friends. 

Percy isn’t afraid of Hades; he wants to get revenge and take Hades on. 

Gods can’t encroach on each other’s territories but demigods can. Gods can’t be held responsible for heroes actions. 

Percy describes his emotions as rolling glass in a kaleidoscope. 

Percy is so relieved that Grover is coming with him that he wants to cry. 

Annabeth volunteered to go on the Quest. Percy is not surprised. 

Previously, Luke told Percy that Annabeth has been harassing Chiron for a prophecy and that she’s been hanging onto all of the new campers until she’s sure they aren’t the chosen one. 

Annabeth says that Percy will mess up this quest without her even though he’s been more than adequate at handling everything that’s been thrown his way. 

The camp store loans Percy $100.00 and 20 golden drachmas. 

He’s also given a canteen of nectar and a ziplock bag full of ambrosia squares.

The ambrosia and nectar is only to be used in emergencies; it will kill a mortal and demigods will literally burn up if they overdose. 

Annabeth’s cap was given to her on her twelfth birthday by her mom, Athena. 

Luke actually runs up the hill to give them the basketball shoes. They’re the flying shoes he got from his dad for his quest when he was seventeen. 

Luke gives the shoes directly to Percy. 

Percy is worried that Luke would have been jealous of the attention he’s been getting.

Percy blushes because Luke gave him the magic gift. 

Luke seems uncomfortable talking to Percy. He trails off three times and uses “um.” And then there’s an [awkward] handshake. 

Luke pats Grover between the horns and gives Annabeth a hug.

Annabeth’s crush on Luke has been brought up three times so far. 

Percy figures out by this one interaction that Annabeth let Luke capture the flag instead of her. 

Percy thinks that he’s a brat for wanting a magical gift from his father. 

Riptide (Anaklusmos) is a gift from Poseidon that Chiron has been holding onto for the next child of Poseidon. 

Riptide is forged by the Cyclopes, tempered in the heart of Mount Etna, and cooled in the River Lethe. 

Mortals aren’t important enough for the blade to kill but it will kill demigods and anything from the Underworld. 

Percy thinks that the real world feels like a fantasy after spending two weeks at Half-Blood Hill. 

Percy thinks that Annabeth hates him. 

Annabeth thinks they have to be rivals because their parents are. 

Annabeth was also mean to him before she knew who his dad was.

Even after two weeks away from Gabe, Grover can still smell him on Percy.

This makes Percy immediately want a shower.

Grover says that Percy should be thankful Sally was with someone who smelled so repulsively human because it kept the monsters away and that Sally must have loved Percy a lot to put up with that guy.

This does not make Percy feel better but he hides his feelings; or hopes he does since satyrs can sense emotions with or without an empathy link. 

Percy is on the quest because he wants to save his mom.

He is not on the quest to retrieve Zeus’s lightning bolt

Or to save the world 

Or to help his dad out of trouble. Percy is actually really, really angry with Poseidon for never visiting or helping Sally. 

Annabeth and Percy are good at playing hacky sack. 

The three Furies are considered the worst monsters in the Underworld. 

Percy had a chance to escape on the bus and didn’t take it. 

Alecto threatens to kill Percy (again)

Percy can speak Latin

Percy knows that the Greek Gods (Zeus and Hades in particular) are being assholes to him. 

The food at Camp Half-Blood is grapes, bread, cheese, and extra-lean-cut nymph-prepared barbecue. 

“Your head is full of kelp.”

In Aunty Em’s emporium, Percy says that the smell of her cooking makes everything else go away, however he still has the sense of mind to notice Grover whimpering, the statues’ eyes following them, and Auntie Em locking the door. 

Percy’s neck tingles when he’s in danger. 

Percy is annoyed that Annabeth is being rude to a woman who just fed them for free. 

[hanahaki-neko]

Lucky/Unlucky? | Bennet x Reader

Bennett was used to being unfortunate,so this was a bit of a surprise for him. Nevertheless it was more of a good kind of surprise

note : this was an old fic i had back on wattpad so i thought i’d put it here. would like to write some more but given the fact i’m having little time to write i haven’t got much to post. anyway enjoy this little baby

Another day another adventure resulting in no treasure found. But this slowly becomes a routine for him,and he didn't really mind now that he had gotten used to it. Once every few days he'd set out and wander around Mondstadt and see if he can locate any treasures. Of course,that includes some near-death experience and some serious misfortune everytime he decided to go out adventuring. Many voiced their concerns over how Bennett is most likely to die young if he keeps adventuring and getting himself into trouble.

The boy already asked every single adventurer available in the guild to join his Benny's adventure team. But much to his disappointment everyone declined once they knew how unlucky he is and how every adventure,even the most mundane ones can become one hell of an adventure,quite literally.

Again,today Bennett was making his way to the gate about to go on another solo adventure when Katheryne called him. The boy stopped in his track and approached the desk where she was working.

"You called?" He asked.

"Yes. I...thought i'd let you know about a new adventurer that recently just arrive."

"A new adventurer!?" He repeated,his eyes widen in surprise and glee.

"Why,yes. In fact she's around your age i think? There's no harm in asking her to go adventuring with you." Said Katheryne smiling.

Bennett wasted no time in asking where she is at the moment and ran off to Windrise to find her. The woman looked at his back that was disappearing into the distance. Katheryne couldn't help but chuckle. It's been quite some time since he met another young adventurer. He arrived and began to scout the area before finding the person that fit the description he was given. The girl was ruffling through her bag by the statue of seven,her hair moving along with the gentle breeze. Bennett gulped and took a breath before approaching her.

"Um,hey..uh..Y/N,right?" He manage to stutter out. She looked up and closed the bag before facing him properly.

"Yes,and...who might you be?"

"I'm Bennett. From Benny's adventure team." Geez,his nervous level is through the roof right now.

"Oh,yeah. I've heard a bit about your team. Uh...nice to meet you?"

There was a brief moment of silence between both of them. They just sort of look at each other. Not wanting to keep this awkward atmosphere with her,he decided to carry on.

"I- uh,was wondering if you'd like to go and adventure with me?"

She stared at him for a moment,before smiling. "Well, it's better than adventuring alone. Sure!" Bennett was over the moon at her response. It's been way too long since he had a teammate,or just any other human accompany him. He thanked her profusely before heading out together.

"There's should be a treasure near the thousand winds temple." He said while they make their way on foot.

"Well,why haven't you get the treasure yet if you already had a general idea of it's location?"

"Oh yea,the whole you're super unlucky thing." Y/N chuckled.

"Well,i was about to but then it started to pour like crazy and there's lighting strike everywhere. So i had to retreat

" Bennett laughed nervously.

"You really don't mind being with someone who has a record of countless misfortune?"

"Well,i think it would make the trip more interesting." She grinned.

He didn't know what to say to the response he got. Other members of the guild either already had a team or couldn't handle his bad luck. But a part of him felt happy that she didn't mind or felt forced to go along with him. Their idle chit chat made the walk felt short,as they arrived at their destination. Bennett pulled out his map where he marked possible locations of the treasure chest. It was kinda vague because he rushed to mark it as he made his way back to Mondstadt during his last visit. But he knows the treasure is somewhere around here. Y/N suggested they look around for clues or any mark that he might have left. Both of them split up to look around. It took about half an hour before he heard her calling out to him. Bennett rushed to where she was to find her near a big tree.

"Look! I think i found it?" She pointed towards a big wooden chest under the giant roots of the tree. "Wow,we actually found it!" He exclaimed. Sure it would be hard to get the chest out from under all those roots,but it's still possible.

"We have to be careful,though. There's a hilichurl camp nearby." Y/N whispered as she pulled out the rope from her bag. They tried to put the rope around the chest and try to pull it out from under the tree. God who puts a chest on a small space of a damn tree!? And not to mention under all these giant roots too!

Both Bennett and Y/N used all their strength to try and pull the treasure chest out. It worked and the managed to pull it out,but then that bad luck kicks in and they flung the entire chest and its content over to the hilichurl's camp. Bennett yelped and quickly rushed over trying to get the chest with Y/N following close behind her,but unfortunately the loud crashing noise alerted all the hilicurls and even two of the shielded mitachurls.

"Aw,crap. Guess we're not getting this treasure for free." Bennett sighed in defeat.

"Well then guess we'll just have to fight to get our hands on that treasure."

Y/N's glove glow a pale green color as they rushed towards the camp together. He set ablaze his sword and swing it around just beating the crap out of those hilichurls. Y/N launched several of the hilichurl archers away before setting the mitachurl's shields on fire. The pale haired boy got launched a bit far with one of the mitachurl before Y/N used her anemo powers to set off the explosive barrel nearby. Luckily Bennett wasn't in the explosion range and she rushed over to him.

"Bennett,you okay?" She asked. "Yea, i'm used to it-" He tried to stand up,before noticing the last mitachurl ready to ran them over.

"Y/N,watch out!"

Bennett pushed himself up and rush over to at least try and get her out of the way. Both arms wrapped around her,he pulled both himself and Y/N to the side,barely avoiding the mitachurl who rammed itself against one of the stack of explosive barrels. After everything settled down he stood up and checked on Y/N.

"Ohmygodimsosorryihopeididnthurtyou-" he rambled on as he helped her get up.

"Seriously,it's fine. You saved me from that mitachurl afterall." She chuckled.

"But i guess we still don't find any treasure,though."

Both of them looked to find the chest was also destroyed during the fight, probably in the explosion. And with it all the contents. This was normal for Bennett,being disappointed by the results of his adventures,but he felt especially guilty that someone came along with him to find nothing.

"Hey,Y/N i'm sorry you didn't find any treasure. If i hadn't come along,maybe you would've gotten the treasure."

He looked down in a frown,both hands gripping his pants. There was a moment of silent with burning grass in the background. But then he felt a pat on the shoulder and glanced up to see Y/N smiling at him.

"Well,if you hadn't come along i probably would never know the treasure is here."

"We can just look for treasure some other time." Y/N grinned.

Hearing Y/N comfort him made Bennett felt just a bit better. His frown soon disappear replaced with a small grin as he nodded. Maybe next time he'd have better luck,who knows? They cleaned up the mess and put out the fire before grabbing their stuff that was scattered around during the fight and putting everything back into their bag. On the way back Bennett told her more about his adventure stories,or rather misadventures? They traded stories and a few tips and tricks before arriving at Mondstadt's gate.

"It's getting late,you should go back to your dads." She said as they walk around the city.

"Some of them might still be in Angel's share so i'll probably go there and make sure they're doing okay." He replied. They got to the building where sounds of singing and party can be heard even from outside. Bennett just stood there,not really know what to do. He wanted to keep adventuring with her,but he's not even sure if she would want to after all that fiasco. He wasn't sure if he should ask.

"So,same time tomorrow,i guess?"

He stopped his hand that was pushing the door open and glanced at her in surprise,while Y/N just stare back at him.

"W-what?" He replied,dumbfounded.

"Same time tomorrow? I have a few information on some treasure chests."

He was just caught off guard still shocked,just blinking at her in silence.

"They're not gonna dig themselves out, y'know. And me alone is probably not enough to bring them back safely." She chuckled.

"O-oh,yeah! Sure?" He manage to stutter out.

"Alright see you tomorrow then!" Y/N smiled and wave and him while she walk back to her own place of residency. Bennett just wave back like an idiot who's still processing everything. She was gone by the time he took everything in and couldn't help but smile the entire time he's with his dads by the tavern.

Well today was a huge mess and he probably hasn't put out his best first impression he can offer to Y/N. The adventure was a complete fiasco and they got nothing out of it,well maybe a few scars. Overall it's just another adventure day gone wrong for someone as unlucky as he is.

But a part of him just felt like he has a bit of luck left when Y/N said he wanted to go on another adventure with him. He thought of them going around Mondstadt together looking for treasures and discovering ruins or anything. It's nice to finally have someone to accompany him in his journey. He wouldn't feel lonely at the very least.

Maybe he wasn't so unlucky as he think he is.

[daebakinc]

A Snagged Thread (preview)

Pairing: Jihoon x Female Reader, ft. Seventeen and other currently undecided idols Genre: Angst, Romance Summary: You loved Jihoon, your boyfriend of three years, more than anything. But after one too many times of being forgotten, you can’t bear it. You completely disappear from his life, planning on keeping it that way forever. But when a favor for a friend forces you and Jihoon to cross paths, will you give your hearts a second chance or guard it fiercely to stop it from breaking again?

Could a night be more perfect?

A breeze warm with the promise of summer drifts through the cracked windows. It's gentle enough to kiss your face and barely push at the candle on the table's flame. The restaurant lights are dim and soft, perfect for romantic whispers and smiles glowing with infatuation. An acoustic guitar floats from carefully hidden speakers.

From listening to Jihoon's own playing, you can tell the guitarist is talented. The music speaks rather then being simply played. The melody is deceptively simple, enticing the listener to try to remember if they heard it before. It teases the ears, smoothly dancing from light flirtation to enticing seduction and back again.

Jihoon would fall under its spell for sure. His fingers would be tapping against your hand as it tried to follow the notes. As always, his mind would be squirreling away snippets and strands of inspiration to try to revive and rework in his own way later.

If he was here that is.

Instead, the chair opposite you is only occupied by a phantom. A phantom made of shards of broken promises and ugly insecurities made all the more clear by the shrinking candle reflected in the window.

“Miss.”

You glance away from the window at the waitress’ gentle voice, then away from her face. Instead, you focus on the neat bow-tie at her throat. It's too late though. The pity in her eyes was clear and stings more than you thought it would. You expected it, having seen it many times before in other faces in the same familiar situation. It never gets more bearable.

“I’m very sorry, miss, but we have a number of people waiting. If you’re not going to order, I’m going to have to ask that you give your table up.”

“Can I have another ten minutes?” You give her a smile, but you can feel how weak it is. “Please.”

“I'm really sorry, but my manager said-”

“It's okay. I understand,” you blurt out.

You get up, but do it too quickly. Your chair violently falls back, loudly smacking into the one behind you. Blessedly, it's empty. Turning to correct it, your ankle twists in its ridiculous heel, throwing you forward as well. If it weren't for the waitress catching your arm, you would have planted face-first into the hardwood.

“Miss! Are you alr-”

“I'm fine, thank you.” You take your arm back as your ears and cheeks burn. Opening your purse, you pull some bills from your wallet and press them into the waitress' hand. “I'm so sorry for wasting your time.”

Her eyes widen at the amount. She tries to give it back, protesting, “Miss, I can't -”

“Yes, you can. Someone should have a good evening.”

You all but run away, thankfully managing to avoid bumping into anyone. The shock of the cool air when you step through the door sends goosebumps up your arms and legs. A wind forces your arms to fold over your chest as insult to injury. Still, it's better to focus on that instead of the slow crumbling of your heart.

The subway to take you home is just a block away. But your feet hurt and you're tired and you just want to burrow under your blankets with the lights off. If you never re-emerge, it is what it is.

A taxi pulls up in front of the restaurant. A man dressed in a smart suit exits first, immediately turning to offer his hand to his female companion. They positively glow with the happiness of infatuation. Matching smiles. Gentle, intertwined fingers. Stars captured in their eyes.

It turns your stomach.

You had that. You know you did when you and Jihoon started dating a few years ago. One look in his eyes would steal your breath and stop your heart. You know it was the same for him. You'd seen it, felt it, breathed it. Maybe not as much recently, given how infrequently you met and how often that was spent napping together, but definitely in the beginning...

Fuck it, you think to yourself as you feel the disappointment, frustration and sheer pain building in your chest. If you're going to lose it, you'd rather do it in the privacy of a taxi than surrounded by strangers on the subway.

“Wait!” You raise your hand and rush to grab the taxi door, opening and sliding in.

After giving the driver your address, you lean your head back against the headrest. You close your tired eyes and sigh. You can do this. It's not that far. You're a big girl. You can keep it together that long.

Rubbing your eyes, you try repeating an affirmation.

“I am a strong woman. I am a strong woman,” you tell yourself. “I am a strong, beautiful, independent woman. I- I am-... I am a strong-”

The words get stuck in your throat, like they know their own futility. Before you completely lose it, you clamp your lips shut and press your tongue into the roof of your mouth. Praying you can just get home.

The taxi stops at your apartment building just in time. You place a too-large bill in the driver's hand, shouting back to keep the change as you scramble out the door.

You drop your card the first time when you try to swipe into your building. At this hour, the entry is abandoned, as are the stairs that you run up. Your breath is labored by the time you reach your door, your heart thudding even faster. It takes three tries to fit the key into the lock. When the door finally closes behind you, you immediately collapse against it.

“One more chance, Jihoon,” you murmur, sliding down to sit on the floor. “Please, don't mess it up. Please...”

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself as you take your phone from your purse. Its  screen is dark. Just like it has been most of the evening. It lights up, painfully bright in the dark of your apartment. Hoping you accidentally turned the notifications' sound off, you unlock the phone to look at your messages.

Hi, love. I'm here.

You didn't forget, did you?

I'm going to head in so we don't lose the reservation. See you inside.

Are you on your way?

Jihoon, where are you?

All your texts.

Not a single answer. Not even a single 'read' next to them.

The iron claws squeezing your heart clamp down harder. Is this what a heart attack feels like?

This isn't the first time Jihoon was a no-show for a date. He always had an excuse. A filming ran late. He lost track of time in the studio. The group needed to do an extra practice.

Every time, Jihoon held your hands, his apology as much in his eyes as his words. Every time, you smiled and forgave him.

He'd promised this time. He'd promised he wouldn't forget. He'd promised he'd be there. You'd believed him, even making a dress especially for the occasion.

But he failed you again. Ignored you again. Forgot you, again.

You feel the urge to throw your phone and scream, but it's gone in an instant. It's too much effort. A heavy, ugly hollowness fills the void left by the brief flash of anger. Instead, you let your phone slip between your fingers onto the floor. Just like your body wants to.

Your vision blurs as words utterly fail in the face of choked down sobs now erupting. The taste of salty tears run down your cheeks to catch on your lips. Your chest palpitates with your hiccupping breaths. It's like the shreds of your heart are attempting escape by battering their way through. Burying your head in your arms, you have no choice but to drown in the tidal wave of hurt slamming into you over and over again.

You are tired. So tired of the disappointment and the insecurities Jihoon's repeated absences seem to affirm. You are tired of feeling like you, your relationship, mean nothing to him. That you are all the things your worst fears hissed in your mind for years. The demons you've fought and once had Jihoon fighting alongside you.

That you are forgettable.

Unworthy.

Unlovable.

As you lie on the floor shaking, aching, and alone, you can't help thinking one thing.

Enough.

Jihoon sits in front of his computer in the studio. His fingers lightly tap against the mouse, where they've been glued for hours. There's something missing from the melody. He just hasn't figured it out yet. He hits play, settling into his chair, hunting intently for that piece to make it perfect.

Just as he feels it inching closer, someone knocks on the door.

“What?” he snaps, whipping his chair around.

Jeonghan pops his head in, completely unfazed by his groupmate's biting tone. “Jihoon, you're still here?”

“Yeah.” He spins his chair back around. “I need to finish this song. It's driving me crazy.”

“Is it the one you've been working on since last month?”

Jihoon hums in agreement.

“Have you asked Bumzu for help yet? Maybe you're too stuck in your own head.”

“Not yet... but getting a second opinion isn't a bad idea. Would you mind listening?”

“Sure.” Jeonghan comes in, grabbing the extra chair and wheeling it beside Jihoon. “Oh, by the way, you never told us how your anniversary date went. Did Y/N like the restaurant?”

Jihoon freezes, his hand hovering over the mouse. He had to have misheard. “Our what?”

His groupmate stares at him. Speaking slowly, Jeonghan says, “You and your girlfriend's third anniversary. Like four weeks ago. You’d only been arranging just the right restaurant for it for months....”

“Fuck,” Jihoon groans, slouching back into his chair with his face in his hands. His heart sickeningly drops in his chest.

“Jihoon, please don't tell me you forgot.”

His mind races through the days that feel like a blur. How did he not remember? How? “I think I screwed up.”

“Missing an anniversary? Yeah, I think you did.” Jeonghan gets up, patting his shoulder. “I'm going to leave. I think you have more important things than a song.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Jihoon scrubs his face with his hands before pulling his phone out of his pocket. He frowns at it. He can't even remember the last time you two talked, he's been so busy. Why didn't you call him, text him? If not the day of your anniversary, why not after?

He checks his call log. Two missed calls from you from a week or two ago. He'd meant to call you back on those, but never did. Stupid.

Then, he checks your chat. That's when he sees the number of notifications. “What the hell...”

Jihoon curses again as he remembers that one night. He doesn't even remember when it was. All he recalls is getting annoyed at the back to back beeps alerting him to messages when he was neck-deep in composing a song. Assuming it was the other members sending memes in the group chat, he'd silenced the notifications and tossed the phone back. He must have never gone back to check if they were on again.

Dammit. You have every right to be pissed at him.

He's more than aware of how much you put up with. From keeping your relationship low-key to constant rescheduling around his schedule. The awkward number of times he's had to apologize for missing a date or falling asleep while you told him about a new design you were trying at work. Yet somehow, you love him enough to always smile, tell him it's alright, and keep on loving him. Sometimes, he can't help but wonder if he's worthy of the love of such a saint.  

Switching back to calls, Jihoon presses your speed dial. Unsurprisingly, he gets your voicemail. Sighing, he leans forward with his elbows on his knees.

“Hi, it's me...” He clears his throat, embarrassment and guilt robbing him of eloquence. “I'm really, really sorry I missed our date. I just saw that I accidentally turned the notifications off on our chat. I can't believe I did that. I wasn't ignoring you on purpose, I promise. I'm an idiot and I can't blame you for being upset with me. I've just been really busy with work. You know how it is... I'll come by your place later to apologize in person. I promise, I'll make it up to you. I'm sorry... I love you.”

Although Jihoon had every intention of going to your apartment that very night, it's a few days later that he finally makes it there. As he climbs the steps, he can feel his hands shaking. How will you react when he shows up? Sure, he's made mistakes and you've fought before, but never this bad.

Will you be angry? Silent? Sad? God, he hopes you don't cry. He can't stand when you cry because of him. He never knows what to do when he makes you cry.

Whatever you do, Jihoon reminds himself, he'll deal with it. He'll take it. He deserves it after what he did. With that resolve, he tightens his fingers around the bouquet of sunflowers he's carrying. He'll do anything to make it up to you.

Reaching your apartment door, he knocks. When the door mechanisms click, Jihoon straightens his shoulders and fixes on his best apology face on. However, it’s not your face that greets him as the door opens. Only empty space.

“Who’re you?” asks a small, high-pitched voice.

Jihoon looks down over the bouquet into the eyes of an inquisitive child. He glances over at the number beside the door. It’s definitely yours. Is one of your friends with a kid visiting?

“Um, hi. Is –”

An older woman Jihoon doesn't recognize rushes from behind the door to scoop up the child. “Jiah, what did I tell you about opening the door?”

“Don't open the door for strangers,” the child innocently replies.

“Excuse me,” Jihoon says politely, “but is Y/N here?”

The woman shakes her head. “I’m sorry, but there’s no one here by that name.”

It feels like someone poured Arctic water over his head. That's not possible. “What?”

“We just moved in last week. I'm sorry.”

Panicking when the woman starts to close the door, Jihoon catches it with his hand. “Do you know where the woman who lived here before moved?”

“No. I don’t even know her name.”

He lets go as the door closes, his fingers numb. Why would you move? Did you tell him?You must have mentioned your new address in the messages.

He hurriedly opens your chat, reading the messages. His heart drops further and further with each. Then, he gets to the last two, spaced a day apart, and it absolutely stops.

Jihoon, this is our last chance. Please call me back.

I'm sorry. I can't.

The sunflowers fall to the floor, forgotten as Jihoon runs back the way he had come. He reaches the street, out of breath. He can't think, only feel. He feels like he should run, run through the city calling your name until his legs give out.

You wouldn't just leave like this. You wouldn't abandon him. Not like this.

A single coherent thought breaks its way through his panic. Call her. His fumbling fingers hit your number.

“Come on, come on, pick up,” he begs.

Immediately, instead of ringtone, he gets the message, I’m sorry, but the number you have dialed is no longer in service. Please try again.

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

¤°~Driving With The Stars~°¤

It was a simple Saturday in Twisted Wonderland. No school, no friends over. Just a relaxing day with nothing to do. (Y/N) lays on a couch in the lounge room. Mindlessly scrolling through Magicam, looking at posts her friends or classmates post.

A knock was heard on the Ramschakle door. (Y/N) had a gut feeling it was Crowley at the door. "I'm not gonna get up..." She drawls out lazily as her head snuggles into the pillows. "Really?"

"Well, I am glad I let myself in then." Mr. Crowley says as he stood in the middle of lounge room. "Gah!" The female screamed as she falls off the couch. "Ow..." She mumbles out in pain.

(Y/N) fixes her spot on the floor so she could be sitting crossed legged.

"Hi, Headmaster Crowley..." (Y/N) said with a lackluster tone. "What brings you here?" The female asked, waiting for him to give her and Yuu a task that he didn't want to do himself. "Well, you see (Y/N), there seems to be a problem out on the Ramshackle lawn," Crowley said with a aggressive tone.

"Wha-! Hold on, I need to check this out." Hurriedly getting up from her spot, she speed walks to the door. Opening the door, she takes a few cautious steps outside. Looking around to see if anything looked suspicious.

"Headmaster... There's nothing here- *gasp*!"

Right in front of Ramshackle was a car. A. Car. Didn't those only exist in her and Yuu's world?! (Y/N) runs up to the machine and starts to look at it up close.

"No way!! How is this even! When! How, what?!" The dorm leader screams loudly, her eyes practically turning into stars.

Mr. Crowley appears next to the star-struck girl. "You see, (Y/N). I've had this old car for a long time. I never really used it often, but I got a new car a few days back. So I decided to let you and Yuu to have my old one."

"How gracious am I!" The old crow states loudly. (Y/N) slowly turns her body to face Crowley. They run to the Headmaster, before Crowley could react. (Y/N) engulfed him into a tight hug.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." (Y/N) says softly, not wanting to yell in his ear drums. Headmaster Crowley gently pats her back. The female student realased Mr. Crowley from her bear hug. Turning her attention to car once more. "So, do me or Yuu need a licence to use this thing or- and he's gone..."

(Y/N) gives a tired sigh and look at the cars. "Does this thing use keys?"

Stuffing her hands in her pocket, she felt something odd. Taking the small item out with confusion. Her previous questioning face turns into a fond look. A simple grey key was attached to keychain, along with a little tag attached to it. Spelling out Ramshackle in pretty hand writing.

Taking yet another look at the vehicle, (Y/N) sees that it looked rather similar to some of the cars in her world. It wasn't fancy or high tech, it was just a plain white, medium sized car. It was ordinary, simple, clean looking too. Maybe a little used, but (Y/N) could care less.

"Hmm, welp. I guess Headmaster Crowley wouldn't mind if I test this bad boy out!"

"Okay, let's see inside... Oh, it's just like the cars back home! Thank God!" Breathing out a sigh of relief, she puts the key in the ignition. The car roared as it started to turn on.

"Okay, hands on the wheel. Foot on the pedals and breaks. Alright, I should take a few test drives!"

______________________________________________

(Y/N) steps out of the car, shaking a bit. She couldn't tell if it was out of fear or excitement. Either way, she had to hold on to the roof of the car for support. The phone buzzed from her pocket. Taking it out with a wobbly hand, she clicks the notification.

Cater had posted something about a race that would be held tonight outside of school and how he was gonna record everything. (Y/N) reads over the post and takes a screen-cap on where the race was gonna be held. "Maybe I can test out my skills," she jokes dryly to herself. Thanking who-ever-above for not crashing into stuff and getting into a accident.

(Y/N) stiffly walks back to Ramshackle after parking the car inside the Ramschakle gates. Once inside her dorm, the ghosts start to question where she was. "Take a look outside, there's your answer." The three ghosts poke their heads outside and see the piece of machinery.

"It's me and Yuu's first car, so if you guys posses it or let Grim near it. Things are not gonna be pretty." (Y/N) said as her voice turned from joyful to serious. The three ghosts fearfully agree and congratulate her on the new car. Even if it was probably older than their dead souls.

She heads upstairs to her/Yuu and Grims room. The little furball slept on the covers while Yuu was reading a book, "I am the king of magic..zzz." Grim says in his sleep as he snores a bit. (Y/N) snickers at her animal friend and goes through her closet.

Only a few items of clothing would be good to wear outside. The clothes she had on were for lazy time, not outing wear. 'I gotta get a little more clothes, most of these outfits are for school.' (Y/N) held back a wince when she saw the outfit she wore for her "wedding day" yet smiled at her old fairy gala clothes. Beans day, dang, so much paint to wash out, it was pretty fun though!

'Where.. Wait, I think this would look nice..? Maybe.' (Y/N) was not a fashionista when it came to clothes. But, she could try today. "Hmm, ah-ha! This should be good enough." She picks up her items to wear, then remembers Yuu and Grim. Hoping that fire cat was still asleep, (Y/N) whispers to Yuu about what happened earlier this morning. Yuu gets up from his spot on the bed and goes over to the window to see the car, while (Y/N) quickly dashes to bathroom.

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A young man steps out of his car. It looked nice and sleek, only with a few bits of dirt on the wheels. The car was definitely new looking. This driver of the car could be said the same. He wore nice clothes that looked like they couldn't be affordable.

His eyes were narrow and he had a cunning smirk.

He laughs once his opponent cries out in frustration. Cussing out few words as they bang their head against the drivers wheel. The male teen leans against his car and asks if anyone wanted to challenge him. Know one stepped up. The guys tsks and decided to take a break from driving, he'd rather wait until someone had enough guts to face him.

A simple white car drives up to the area. Parking against some of the other vehicles, teens look up from their phones and conversations to see the newcomer. A young male steps out, he bore red hair and had a dumb smirk on his face. While another boy stepped out the car after him, he had dark blue hair and started to argue quietly with the light red head. Soon other males get out of the car.

It almost looked like a clown car at how many people could fit in it. The "ring leaders", were the last one's to get out of the car.

(Y/N) stares at everything with subtle excitement as she and her friends group together. "(Y/N), I'm still surprised you've drove us here. I didn't think vehicles existed in your world." Deuce tells the female with a curious look. Unaware of her uneasy smile she had after he said that.

"Yeah, there are cars and motorbikes in my world. But.. They are a little different I guess, and I learned to drive in my old world once I got older." (Y/N) explained as she and her friends find a good spot to stand in. "Deuce, I think you should be more surprised that the Headmaster gave her a car."

"I never thought the cheapskate would just give you his car," Ace says with a sigh. "His old, used car." Epel clarified. "Right. What Epel said, or anything related to vehicles in general."

"Headmaster Crowley gave it to us. So until we find our way home. We can use it to travel besides mirrors." Yuu said softly, remembering that when Crowley finds a way for them to return home. There not gonna have these moments anymore.

The group of first years went quiet after his words. Jack decideds to lighten up the mood by pointing out that one of the party guests were getting ready to race. They all look up at the big hill as the race started. The nice looking car was in the lead, while the other was behind. The race ended and the nice car won.

Murmers from other party members were heard. Saying, "dang, Bryan is such a jerk." Or, "he always gloats about his driving skill." Sebek overhears this and looks at the winning driver.

They were a young human teen, male. He reeked of arrogance and pride. Someone not even worthy of his time, he was nothing like Lord Mallues and his elegance! (Y/N) sees Sebek turn his nose slightly at the winner. She couldn't blame him though, the winner was a real jerk about winning.

Deuce and Epel walk over to the winners car with amazement written all over their faces.

Not caring about the loud owner of the vehicle. "So cool.." Epel whispers as the car seemed to shine a bit. "It looks really new, how did this guy afford it?" Epel was so caught up in sleekness of the car that he was about to lean on it.

"HEY! Get your grubby hands away from my car!"

"Eh!" The two first years say in sync, startled from the outburst. Epel and Deuce straighten up as the winner of the race approached them. "What makes you think you guys can just go up and touch my ride?!!" "We didn't me too!"

Deuce said, trying to defend himself and Epel. (Y/N) takes notice of the situation and steps in front of her friends. "Woah, wait a second. They just apologized, there's no need for you to yell at them." The female says, trying to control the situation.

The once angry male was now looking up and down (Y/N), his frown turns into a suave smile. "Look hon, I'm just saying that those weirdos shouldn't have touched what they probably would never own." Bryan chuckles out, placing a hand on his hip. "Besides, it's not like they can even enter the race without a car. So why are they even here, their practically useless."

(Y/N) could feel her two friends seething from behind her. The female felt Yuu hold her wrist to calm her, she was just as ticked off as Deuce and Epel were. "I'll race you!" The female said without thinking at all. Not that she could give a damn at this moment.

A few gasps and "oh's" were heard after she challenged. Bryan smirks wickedly, "alright. The first one who makes it down the mountain wins. Though, I doubt your going to." (Y/N) scoffed at Bryan, he then gets in his car and drives up the hill.

Dirt and dust fills the air once he left. Coughing up dirt, (Y/N) burps and glares at the spot where the car was. "That guy is going down." The dorm leader said, not seeing Yuu their head.

Both cars had their engines on, parked side by side on the road on top of the hill. The sound of crickets was drowned out by the cars purring as a few fireflies flew about. The moon gleaming brightly in the dark sky. (Y/N) grips her driving wheel in agitation.

A scowl on her lips as she clenched her teeth. Bryan looks over at her from his car window. He grins, "maybe once this race is over. Why don't you and I go for a little cruising down the street. How's that~"

(Y/N) stomach turns as this dude was trying to mess with her. "You wish..!" (Y/N) barks at him, her anger rising like a volcano. A timer rings out in the air, and Bryan immediately revs his car engine and takes off. "Shoot!"

(Y/N) clamps down her foot on the pedal because of her late start. Rushes of white and blue could be seen going down the mountain. (Y/N)'s fellow first years watch from below. "Do you think she's gonna be okay?" Ace said, Jack hesitantly nods.

"She should be fine as long as she doesn't crash.." The six first years could only worry for (Y/N)'s safety. Said girl on the other hand could care less. Turning her wheel to the side, she pulls her shift gear and sloppily turns left and right. The two drivers were neck and neck yet (Y/N) passed him.

She smirks and keeps her eyes on the road. But a little squirrel scurried on to the road. (Y/N) gasps in shock and tries to avoid hitting the furry creature. Though at the cost of swiveling out of control.

"AAHHH!!"

(Y/N) hits the brakes as a loud shriek of the tires stop on the road. The car stops on the left side of the road as Bryans car drives past her. (Y/N) catches her breath, sweat and a few tears trickle down her skin. "Shit, I need to catch up!" (Y/N) was about to step on the pedals but sees herself in the review mirror.

The female lets her hands drop from the steering wheel, along with moving her foot from the pedals. (Y/N) opens the car door and steps out. Leaning her back against the car, trying the calm her beating heart. (Y/N) closes her eyes and turns her head up at the sky. "It's okay.."

(Y/N) says to herself, "I'm okay."

Sucking in a deep breath, she breaths out. "The stars look nice tonight." (Y/N) utters quietly, a determined look crossing her face. (Y/N) stops leaning on the door and opens it. "I can still cross the finish the line."

*Extra*

When she makes it down the hills road. Bryan stands by his car, a smug look on his features. (Y/N) parks her car and steps out. Bryan mocks her, yet she gives him a strained smiles. "Good race," and then walks over to her friend group. They glomp her in a hug, yelling at her and asking if she was alright.

(Y/N) just grins proudly, asking them if they wanted to drive up the hill with her. Not to race, but to see the stars.

The End.

(Good god this took forever, I had no ideas on how write about driving. Mostly music about driving and T.V shows kept my motivation flowing. Sorry if this isn't great, but I did my best. Thanks for reading!)

[urlocalbunny]

*kneels down before you* MA'AM. NEIL CONTENT PLEASE? MA'AM. can you make gramps be the feralest man alive?

ask, and you shall receive, my sweet, ominous Bal.

The chilly wind hit the trees outside Eloise's room, making her set down her mug on the balcony table to open the window, bring her things in and settle on the bed instead. She almost left her cup there. The storm outside roared. She sighed, a worried frown on her face.

"I hope there will be no thunder... I should check on Ethan."

The girl moved from her curtains to the door, only to hear a bang on the glass. She jumped, clutching her chest. The shadow in the window was nothing but a tree branch. She locked the window, moving to the door again. Aaron was already home since the full moon was gone. Passing through the halls and rooms, she could see each vampire. At least they weren't going to get the flu or something. The house creaked under her feet. Eloise was never fond of storms herself because they were ominous and brought memories.

She found Ethan in the kitchen, pouring himself a beer. Eloise knew he was still feisty, but when she silently extended two earplugs, he smiled gratefully and put them on, sipping his beer. Eloise gave him a pat on the head, then left. After a while of being friends and trying to get along with her, the vampires deemed her very fitting. Eloise found herself getting used to vampires around because living alone was scary, especially after surviving the fall from the window.

She remembers drinking a lot of blood that wasn't hers. She could've called the police on them, but she realized that having six men living with her wasn't a bad idea, especially if they had at least 30 years old. Strange for some people, but it was a win-win situation for everyone.

Of course, Neil came and was gone when Asmodée died (which was more proof that she should keep these guys around), and she contemplated asking them to turn her many, many times. She was still making up her mind. But something about them allured her. Something about never dying. About hunting, learning as much as them. Being as smart, seeing the world go round and round under her feet while she never changed. She had nothing to lose.

Maybe that also came from the fact that Neil entranced her in ways she knew she shouldn't be thinking about, but just the fact that he could control a demon and fight for his own life mesmerized her. His will to live, the way he drank her blood and left to live as much as he could. She wondered what types of things the man did. Where he went, who he could be with- No. That was too much.

"Shit!" She hissed, running to close it. She was pretty sure she secured the window before checking up on Ethan and looking for the others before it rained. That was weird. She let out a frustrated sigh, pressing her fingers against the mug and feeling the heat coming from it. The coffee was still too hot, so she grabbed a few rags to dry the floor. The noises were dull and calming, but the weather made everything creepier. She kneeled on the floor, trying her best to use the rags to drain the water, but before she had the chance to take them back to finish, she felt two drops on her back.

But it was the truth. Eloise wished she could have seen it up close. She could only use a telescope she had gotten from Aaron when they became friends. The girl remembers seeing his golden eyes from afar, mouth dripping with that black, strange blood. She felt this incredible urge to follow. But she knew he could kill her even after they knew each other's motivations.

Every night, her heart would clench when she remembered him towering over her. The sweet yet masculine and sickening scent he had engraved on her mind. Eloise walked around a little more. Then she found herself back in her room. She was never good at sleeping during the night, so she just stood there, thinking about what to do now that the pitter-patter of the rain slammed violently against the roof. Her eyes wandered to the window again.

They were cold and came from somewhere like the ceiling. Eloise grabbed the bucket she was using to wring the rags and put it on the places where the droplets fell, moving to the side and continuing her task. Then more droplets fell on her back, this time, followed by a snort. She gasped, looking up. Those eyes of his shone in the dim lights. His hair was down and parted to one side, as long as she could remember. The black button-up was clinging to his slender but muscular figure. Her eyes were directly in front of his crotch.

He had this nasty smile on his face, but she didn't yell. It wasn't worth it. He seemed way healthier. His eyes didn't have that crazy glimmer of the first time they met.

She sighed blissfully, looking up at him. Neil didn't expect such complacent behavior from the human, given how much she loved to argue, but he wasn't going to complain.

"Are you going to kill me?"

"Not quite. I can't do what I was thinking about doing if you're dead." Eloise crawled away to get a better look, resting her head against the glass and listening to him. "You know... I have been thinking this whole time I had been in here. It was one of the only things I could do." He crouched to get to her eye level, watching how her panties showed through the skirt.

"I kept telling myself you were just like your parents and I was doomed, but it was your idea that made me join your friends to get my freedom back. The thing is, you are just like them in a way. You're clever."

"Uh- thanks? What are you trying to-"

"Say? I remembered the things you used to say now that my judgment isn't so clouded. I remember how you smell... How your voice sounds... Your small giggles and even when you have fun by yourself... You know what I mean." Eloise gasped, eyes never leaving his, while he checked her out.

"When I saw you for the first time, it was almost sad to have to kill you when you looked like this. You look so pure, so... Sweet." His finger approached slowly and touched her warm, soft knee. She didn't flinch. "You can tell me if you want me to stop, doll."

Eloise opened her leg slightly and pulled the hem of her dress up enough to show him her lace panties. Her eyes were as clear as day when he held her thigh and slid his wet hand against it. His jaw clenched, eyes shining ominously in the dark. Neil pounced, kissing her urgently, a groan leaving his lips as if he'd been waiting. Eloise's tongue went out to play with his. The faint taste of iron mixed with Neil's made her suck in a breath. It tastes good.

Neil was surprised. He expected more talking and less... Of this, but she was so intoxicating that he was gone as soon as she opened her legs. Tiny groans filled the room as Neil held her thigh to keep it open, but soon that wasn't enough contact, and he grasped the back of her neck with the other hand, pushing forward and placing her on the floor, letting his weight fall on top of her. Her legs locked themselves on his hips, and her hands looked for his shirt's buttons, undoing them as fast as she could. Neil couldn't have enough of her little mouth, but it didn't mean he had to kiss her forever.

Neil smiled lovingly at her, watching her hands work on his shirt clumsily.

"You're so pretty like this..." He whispered in her ear, a sly grin spreading across his beautiful face. She whined, looking for his mouth again, but he moved to rip the top of her dress, making her yelp. His mouth attached to one nipple. Eloise was already damp from Neil's clothes, so his hot mouth sucking on her nipple made her shiver. He rolled his eyes, sucking on one nipple while he groped the other breast. Eloise moaned, leaning her head back and showing him her pale, delicate neck. His eyes darted towards her face, contorted in pleasure. His hands ripped the rest of the dress, then pulled her panties as quick as he could.

His hand found itself on her hair, yanking it forward and making her kneel. Eloise didn't waste any time and stripped him fully. Her eyes were hazy, her body wet and bare just for him. He stood up and kicked his unbuttoned pants aside. She licked her lips, opening her mouth slightly to accommodate his length. He sighed, seeing this was too much for him. He felt his resolve breaking way too quickly.

He moaned when she lost patience, sucking on his tip and licking the slit. He loved how her face showed how much she liked the taste and her hands roamed on his thighs. Her lips closed around the head, making eye contact as she put more and more on her mouth. It was too much. He thrust forward slightly, making her moan in approval, and pull him towards her with her hands.

He started with a slow pace, but she groaned in frustration. His hand squeezed her fringe and pulled her head towards him, thrusting quicker than before. Her gagging sounds and moans filled the room. He kept his eyes shut as her hands caressed him, hissing and moaning from time to time as her throat closed in on him. The pleasure was almost blinding. She was so, so sweet that he could cum on her face just from this. However, he pulled out to have her sucking him again and pumping what she couldn't take without his help. Her eyes were teary and pleading. Neil could only comply. He kneeled, opening her legs to accommodate himself in between them, and barely waited, testing out the waters to see if she was ready, then sliding in. He'd thought about that for days.

"Neil, fuck me. Please." He hissed, bottoming out. She rubbed her clit while he held her fringe again, groaning in her ear. His mouth found her perky nipple he left before, sucking on it, then her neck, where he created as many marks as he could, cherishing every moan and plead she gave him.

"Pretty one... You don't know what you've gotten yourself into." His voice felt strained as his hips began to slap against hers. It was hard to get used to the pace. Eloise gasped, rubbing her clit and enjoying the near overstimulation he was providing her. He pulled on her hair, keeping her head on the floor as he had his way with her. Eloise keened, arching her back and smiling at him. Her expression was full of some wicked form of peace and bliss.

Neil didn't care about the slapping sounds or the way Eloise's whimpers crossed the door for sure. His mind was somewhere else entirely. The vampire pushed her legs further apart, pressing his upper body against hers. He felt her perky nipples dragging against his chest, his hips dragging ever so slightly on her fingers that worked on the small bud between her legs.

Eloise clawed at his damp back, both of them panting and moaning, kissing and letting go. When the brunette rolled her eyes and shut her mouth, he practically cried.

"Yes, yes, this is it, give it to me!"

Eloise's legs trembled, her back arching off the wet floor and closing the little space between them. Neil didn't let up until he was gasping for air, cumming inside her for all he was worth. They both panted, silent. The house didn't creak. The others were probably alone in a room, thinking about which one of them could be doing this to her. Probably wishing it was them? Maybe. But tonight, Neil was the only one.

"Are you ever going to be mad at me for everything that hap-"

"Stay. Just for tonight."

"...I suppose it's too late to leave without being noticed anyways."

[smutbymia]

into the woods

WARNING: violence & dystopian themes, alcohol consumption, minor sexual themes -- no smut (yet?) but lots of tension

Word Count: n/a i hit the limit lol

Pairing: Yuta Nakamoto x Female Reader

PLOT: In this world, the only safe places tend to be within the various compounds that each community is confined to. Between these compound’s is rainforest where war, crime, and danger tends to lurk -- it is the only place where there is no law and no authority, which makes it the perfect place for those who do not fair well with following the rules of the few societal structures that exist. Y/n leaves the compound on a research mission -- going beyond her usual limits, in the risk of making important medical advancements for her people, and finds herself in the underbelly of the uncharted territory. 

The afternoon air was crisp -- a very rare occurrence in the compound where most days were typically humid and damp. Weather like this usually meant others would be freely roaming around the grounds enjoying the outdoors without worrying about beads of sweat clinging to the sides of their foreheads or the warmth of the sun engulfing every inch of their skin.

You sat perched on the rooftop of the medical building watching as people continued with their usual tasks. Children with their hands firmly interlocked in each-others grasps spun in circles as they fell into a fit of giggles -- the warm breeze tearing through their hair. A smile spread across your face before disappearing once more as your eyes settled on a woman who pushed a cart down a narrow path between two other small structures as you noticed the slightest limp in her step. 

You drew your hair into a bun before rummaging around the the satchel you had slung across your chest. Your fingers landed on the pen you kept tucked in a compartment of the sack which you pulled out and stuck directly into your mouth before diving in once more to retrieve the medical notebook you had spent years filling with information. You flipped through the pages as you landed on a particular section of the book you used to keep track of treatments you wished to further develop. After scribbling a note down about joint pain, and potential herbs and plants you wished to further research for its treatment, you closed the book once more and shoved it, along with your pen back into the satchel before zipping it shut and swinging your legs back over the ledge of the roof. 

You crossed the top of the structure before descending a ladder that would take you back into the building, landing in a hallway that stretched across the third floor where approximately 7 rooms were located. Most staff of the medical centre stayed here, as the compound relied heavily on the availability of their services. It was a place you once stayed as well, before you decided to use her talents elsewhere. It was certainly rewarding to help others, but your curiosity in the field of medicine had gone beyond just working in the centre. You wanted to discover more, and you did. Now, you worked amongst a team of people tasked with the extraction of medicinal herbs and plants in the forest, whom the people of the compound referred to as scavenger medics. 

It was one of the many roles that existed in this locked off town. There were shopkeepers of all sorts, members of the government who supported the Father of the Compound -- who oversaw the community as its official leader, and a military team that worked to secure the outskirts of the compound, often venturing into the unlawful lands of the forest to conduct trades with neighbouring compounds in the eastern parts of the rainforest where it was safer to conduct business. The West, however, is where many refused to venture at all. Only those who became ex-pats of the compound or those banished for the most severe crimes where released into the west side of the rainforest. And once released, they were never heard of again.

“Actually, they say if you go out far enough west you’ll find someplace better to live,” you’d hear kids whisper in school, growing up. 

“No, they’ll cut your head off in the west forest!” was another legend that was commonly spread around the compound. But you knew the truth, or at least some of it. Yes, the west was dangerous, but it was also the part of the rainforest with the richest most rare resources. 

Before the passing of your father, he told you all about the west forest, which he often snuck to in search of rare herbs and plants. The little cabin located in a quiet and secluded area of the West Side of the Compound (where most people avoided due to its proximity to the “bad” parts of the forest), where he raised you was positioned perfectly by the large concrete barrier that surrounded the entire community. 

Only you and your father knew of the small opening he had managed to create years and years before that was concealed by thick shrubbery on the back of your family property. Because even the military could not patrol that particular corner of the wall due to the dense forestry that was directly on its other side, it served as the perfect blindspot -- and the only way you could discretely move in and out of the compound without anyone knowing, which happened to be extremely illegal. 

The sound of your combat boots echoed through the quiet hallway as you made your way towards the staircase. You walked past a few open doors where other medics were tucked away in their boarding rooms, either resting, rummaging through books, or working away at their desks. As you reached the staircase you gripped the banister, preparing to descend as a familiar voice rang out to stop you. 

“Y/n? Are you taking your leave of absence now?” you heard the head medic call out from his office.

    You hesitated, wondering if it was best to pretend like you hadn’t heard him before deciding that it would probably be best to solidify the lie you had been preparing. You turned on your heels to stand in the doorway, leaning against its frame. Doyoung was by far the best medic in the compound and had trained directly under your father for many years. He wasn’t much older than you. Though you weren’t exactly close, you did see him often growing up. What you liked most about him was his calm demeanour and the unspoken trust you both had for each other -- even though you did stretch the truth about the nature of your research leaves. 

“Yes, I’ve finished the briefing for the scavenger medics already. I’ll be off for about a week or so,” you mumbled quietly. It wasn’t until you peered around the side of the door that you noticed another medic sitting in the office as well. She was an older woman who was very caring but very nosy and had a tendency to ask way too many questions. You braced yourself as you watched her draw air into her lungs as her mouth fell open.

“A week or so? You’ll be gone that long?” she began while furrowing her brows with what appeared to be a look of concern, “And a young girl like you who lives on her own in the west end of the compound... I can stop by and --”.

You cut her off abruptly, “I’ll be fine. I don’t see visitors during my leave. It’s a part of my routine. I need to get some research done and reorganize treatment plans,” you answered cooly -- just as you had rehearsed. 

“But, we have office spare rooms here. Wouldn’t you feel more comfortable if--” she began. The look on your face must have been ice cold because Doyoung cut in for you this time. 

“Y/n, doesn’t like to be disturbed during her research leaves. I didn’t understand at first but her work speaks for itself. We’ll see her whenever she returns,” he said, looking up at you fondly. 

You offered up a weak smile before nodding your head at him and turning to leave without another word. 

    You rested your hand on the banister of the staircase again, stepping down as the wood creaked beneath your feet. Just as you neared the bottom you heard Doyoung speaking to the female medic.

    “She’s not unusual. She just takes after her father in every way and he was by far the smartest man I’ve ever known,” he reassured her. 

    You rolled your eyes. The nerve of that lady. There was no need to be mad, though. Many people thought of you that way but it was for the best because it kept them at a distance. Without that distance you wouldn’t be able to disappear for days on end without your absence being noticed. 

    The second floor of the medical building was very much like the third, except the rooms were larger and held beds for house patients while other rooms were used for medical checkups. The first floor, which you had finally reached was where medicinal treatments, from cats claw tea, to tuyuya vines extracted from the eastern parts of the forest -- everything needed for pain relief, detoxing, or even healing tonics like Ginseng were also packaged to be sold and prescribed to members of the compounds community. 

     You squeezed your way through the crowd of people who crammed into the small space as incense floated through the air, coating the lower floor with healing smells. People shopped for leisure and health purposes here, and came for their checkups. The compound was filled with people who worked to keep the community alive, and running as smoothly as possible. Those that did labour work frequented the medical pharmacy the most, and others such as midwives and cafe owners stopped by often to purchase supplies and products needed to maintain their businesses as well. 

    You pushed through the front door of the building, stepping right out onto the dirt road. The sky was beginning to turn a slight shade of yellow, signalling the beginning of golden hour.

  “One hour until the sun sets, then...”, you thought to yourself, “I better hurry.”

     You weaved through the people who strolled through the streets as the end of the work day approached as you made your way home, being sure to look up up at the sun as it moved positions, carefully keeping track of time. You took your usual shortcuts through a few back alleys while stopping to buy a few things like bread and matches and soon enough you had reached the west side of the compound. Mostly labour workers lived back here now. Most were middle aged and worked in the mines or in construction around the compound and for the most part stuck to themselves. A few had wives but once they had children opted to move to a more desirable area of the compound. You watched as the lanterns that lined the neighbourhood streets flickered on, faintly illuminating your path until you reached the end and went off road, trekking towards the bottom of a slight hill where your cabin was tucked away.

    Most people may have found the area a bit frightening but you knew the true beauty of what was ahead. The sound of the creek that ran alongside the property was the tell tale sign that you had reached your destination. The sun was due to set any minute now. 

     You pushed open your front door, not even waiting a second to rest. You tore off piece after piece of the bread you had purchased and shoving them past your lips, savouring the warm before putting the rest in your pantry and dusting your hands off on your shorts before making your way through the small cabin to change and pack your belongings up. 

       A quick trip out of the compound into the west forest didn’t last more than a few hours at most but you planned to make the most of it to limit the amount of times during your leave of absence that you would have to sneak away. The second the sun would set you planned on venturing out and returning just before sunrise again since it was risky to approach the outskirts of the compound during daylight. 

     You changed into a pair of black pants that hugged your body and a short sleeved cropped shirt before throwing on a sweater overtop and a pair of boots that were light, yet sturdy enough to navigate the wooded areas of the forest. Next, you needed to pack the small rucksack you planned on carrying with you. You had your medical kit prepared which included vials, and baggies that you used to transport medicinal herbs and extracted liquids, as well as other smaller containers used to carry seeds and uprooted plants you retrieved from the forest as well as bandages, gauze, disinfectant, and tools such as scissors and a compass. 

      Finally, you entered your fathers room which had remained virtually untouched since his death. After quickly shifting the rug under his worktable and carefully lifting the floorboard, you clicked open a small wooden box where you kept a collection of weapons. You retrieved two switchblades one small and the other larger, dropping one in your sack while the other remained tucked into the leather holster you wore around your waist before slipped the baton into a holster positioned around your thigh. And the most essential item of all was the leather bound travel notebook you carried with you to document research and keep track of the items you intended to return with because your usual notebook was far too valuable to bring with you on the outside.  

      You stood in front of the mirror in your fathers room as you drew your hair up into a high ponytail and casted a quick glance out of the window. The sun was officially set. As you made your way through your house, slipping into the backyard and locking up, you took a brief pause by the creek as you filled a canister with fresh water before fastening it to your sack. With one final glance back at your home and at the one faint source of light from a lamp you left on to mimic your presence, you approached the shrubbery hidden at the back of your property, parting it with your hands and falling to your knees, crawling the remainder of the way to the opening in the concrete wall that you squeezed through before emerging on the other end into another set of thick bushes.

     After crawling for another minute or two, you had made it out. You were careful to conceal your path once more as you rose to your feet, and broke off into a jog. You had successfully entered the west forest. 

Your father told you a lot about this area. You knew where to find the things you needed, you rummaged through your rucksack to retrieve your notebook and aimlessly flipped through the pages as you wandered through the thick of the woods, using the little bit of moonlight available to illuminate its pages. 

After about two hours or so you had retrieve a good amount of herbs and carefully packaged everything. You had worked through your list much faster than you originally expected and considered turning back to the compound before reaching a clearing. 

You squinted your eyes as you gazed across the river and over into a deeper part of the woods. You had never reached this river before but the thickness of the woods ahead made you feel compelled to cross. You could only imagine the plants that grew beyond the water and you stood idle fighting the urge to run across full force into the unexplored land. Just as you moved to step forward into the river, you heard the splashing of footsteps along the river bank. 

You stumbled backwards as you tried to retreat into the shadows to conceal yourself. Your hand travelled down to your waistband for your blade, and just as your fingers danced met the cool metal of its handle you felt someone grip your wrist. You almost let out a gasp until you felt the cool blade of a knife at your neck forcing you to hold your breath in unless you wanted it to cut the delicate skin under your chin. 

You stood motionless as your body was spun around away from the river. Your captor held you firmly in position as the back of your body pressed into his front, and his back was firmly positioned against the trunk of a tall tree. 

“Shh...” he said in a faint whisper directly into your ear. He was so close that you felt his lips brush against the lobe of your ear. Despite the delicate tone in his voice, his touch was strong, steady, and rough. You tried not to panic as you listened to the footsteps get closer and closer as they continued to splash down the bank of the river. You tried to shift under his grip but he held you tightly. You tried not to lose control of your breathing as you felt the anxiousness starting to build up. He must have sensed this as he shifted the blade a little further away from your skin. 

“Hold still, or I’ll have to kill you,” he said, his threat sounding again, like a delicate song whispered into your ear. You calmed under his touch, not wanting to provoke him. As the sound of the footsteps became more faint, you stood together for what felt like ages before he was confident enough that whoever was after him had long since disappeared. 

When you felt his grip relax, you moved your wrist in an attempt to distract him. As he tightened his grip on your right hand you used the opportunity to reach for the baton you had on your thigh, clicking the button on it and watching it extend itself out. It was enough to distract the man momentarily, as he removed the knife from your neck but wrapped himself completely around your body as he drew you with him to the ground, losing his stability as the two of you slid down a hidden embankment located a few steps away from the tree you had been up against earlier.

He held onto you firmly as the two of you rolled down the embankment before finally coming to a stop with you positioned above him. You scrambled quickly reaching for your blade as you straddled him, this time moving quicker than he was. As you pressed it to his neck the moonlight stretched across his face -- finally allowing you to get a good look at your captor. 

His gaze was dark, and his long silver hair was splayed around around his head as a few strands fell over his forehead. You were taken aback by his beauty, and as you both locked eyes you could see a smirk momentarily tug at the corner of his lips as you let out a gasp. He was... fucking beautiful, you thought. In fact, he looked nothing like any other man you had seen before. 

Within seconds he had reversed your position, straddling you in exchange, this time pinning your arm that held your blade above your head and roping his other hand around your neck. This time you didn’t fight back. You couldn’t. He leaned closer to your face, holding his own inches in front of yours. 

“Do you want to die quickly, or should I let you suffer?” he muttered under his breath as he slowly tightened his grip around your neck, limiting your breathing. You writhed underneath him as tears pooled in your eyes.

“Or...” he began, as he used his other hand to pry your switchblade free from your grip, “should i kill you with your own blade for giving me such a hard time?” 

You felt warm liquid drip onto the exposed skin of your stomach as you used the last bit of your strength as your vision went spotty to reach out and yank his shirt up, exposing his torso. 

“What are you doing?” he asked, as he winced in pain. 

“I-i can help,” you pleaded, your voice barely coming out in a whisper. “I can help you!” but you felt yourself slipping further and further away as your arm fell back to your side and your vision went black. 

You blinked a few times before regaining consciousness one more. Your eyes scanned your surroundings as you watched as the boy from earlier sat a few feet away from you, rummaging through your rucksack. 

You reached your hand up to your neck, rubbing at the sore flesh when his gaze landed back down on you.

 “Welcome back,” he muttered weakly as he pulled out your notebook and began thumbing through its pages slowly. 

Your eyes settled down on his shirt, noticing that the pool of blood in the fabric had grown significantly bigger.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” you complained as you lifted yourself up, wincing at the soreness you felt throughout your body. You approached him and this time neither of you moved to attack. 

His face was dripping in sweat as his skin was beginning to go pale. He sat against the bank, and dropped his head back as his energy quickly depleted. You lifted his shirt over his head, leaving him half naked to assess his wound. You thought maybe he had injured himself during your fall but the slash across the side of his abdomen made it clear that his injury was caused by a sharp weapon. You used his shirt to wipe away the excess blood. 

“You must have been bleeding for hours...” you muttered. He grunted in response, still with his eye closed. You reached for your bag and coated a cloth with disinfectant. He let out a loud hiss as it came in contact with his skin before you treated the wound with gauze and bandaging him up. He had passed out during the process and as you finally finished his eyes began to flutter open again. He ran his hand across his torso, feeling the bandage under his touch as his eyes met yours. 

“Why’d you do that? Are you really this stupid?” he asked. You rolled your eyes as you packed up your belongings and began retrieving your blade and baton without answering his question. He watched as you slipped your weapons back into their holsters and strapped your bag cross your back once more. 

Just as you were about to get up and leave he reached out to grab your wrist. 

“I. almost. killed. you.” he said through gritted teeth. You yanked your hand from his grip, growing tired of him touching you as if he had full agency of your body. 

“Yeah, I know. Thanks a lot,” you responded -- voice dripping in sarcasm. You shot him a cold glance as you got up and began making your way back up the bank. 

“Wait, where are you going?” he called after you. 

“Home,” you muttered as he immediately let out a scoff in response. 

“Nobody in the West Forest has a home. And if they do, they don’t make it back there alive,” he said matter-of-factly. 

“Good thing I’m not a nobody, then,” you snapped back. 

This time he let out an even louder laugh wincing as he drew himself to his feet. 

“Trust me, if you go back up that way you won’t make it back to your precious home alive,” he said as he looked up at the moon. “This is when they all come out to play,” he murmured under his breath. 

You rolled your eyes again as you ignored his words. As you took a step forward, you heard the sound of a single gun shot in the distance. It was enough for you to freeze on the spot. 

“We need to go. Now,” said the boy. He didn’t wait for you to respond before he pulled at your wrist and went off sprinting deeper into the rainforest. The air was damp, and the condensation that pooled on top of the leaves of the shrubbery you tore through together left you both covered in droplets of water. 

You were out of breath and panting when you reached a clearing. The boy with the silver hair still kept a firm grip on your wrist as he craned his neck up to the sky to look at the moon. He muttered to himself under his breath as he whipped his head around in every direction. You pulled out your compass from your pocket, trying to gain some sense of direction. You were getting further and further away from home and the sun would be rising soon. 

“This way,” he said as he continued to pull you further away from your compound. Eventually you reached a quiet area of the rainforest so hidden that you were surprised when you stumbled across it. Tipi like structures were scattered in the area and well hidden thanks to the way they were concealed with forestry in a camouflage like manor. 

The boy pulled you into the nearest one as he fumbled around before the inside was finally illuminated by a lantern. The both of you jumped in shock as he pushed you behind his body for protection, before sighing deeply. You peered around his shoulder, at the boys who sat cross legged in front of you. 

“Yuta, where the hell have you been... and who the fuck is she?” said one of them. He had black hair and big eyes. You held tightly to Yuta -- just now learning his name, out of fear.  His fingers were tightly roped in yours. You both glanced down at your hands before frantically pulling apart. 

“I... had to deal with something,” he said. Another boy with blonde hair who donned a slit in his eyebrow nodded his head in your direction. 

“And the girl? You know you can’t bring people back here right?” he asked. They all looked at you — gazes trailing every inch of your body. 

“Uh... I t-traded her,” he blurted out after failing to come up with an excuse. “I got her.. in a trade,” he finished. 

Your jaw dropped as you swatted at his shoulder, and shot him an icy look. 

“What I mean, is that she’s a medic. So she’s actually very useful to us,” he began, “so don’t see her as some random person I brought here because she’s... valuable, see?” he finished as he motioned to his torso. 

“Why would we need need another medic?” mumbled the third boy. He was tall and strong looking. He stood out from the rest because of his laid back stance.

“H-hi, my name is,” you began, before another boy dipped into the tent behind you both. He froze the second the two of you locked eyes.

“Y/N?” the voice called out in shock as they settled on your face. 

“D-doyoung?!” you screeched. Everyone in the tent fell silent and Yuta glanced slowly between the two of you.

Neither you nor Doyoung said a word to each other. His gaze remained attached to yours as his eyes conveyed what seemed like an endless combination of emotions.

He opened his mouth to speak but couldn’t get the words out. Your eyes wandered over his body, shocked to see him dressed so differently. The man who worked as a medic who always donned a white uniform looked unlike himself. His hair, which was usually parted and styled to perfection was gelled back sloppily, and he was dressed head to do in dark military styled clothing. He looked like all of the other boys from the campground.

Yuta finally broke the never ending silence that had fallen across everyone in the enclosed space.

“I don’t know what’s going on but can this all wait until morning time? I’m sore and tired,” he complained as he ran his hand delicately over his bandaged torso while letting out a tiresome yawn.

He looked over at the boys seated behind you both and nodded his head in the direction of the exit as he encouraged them to leave what you now realized was his tent.

As they moved to get up, Yuta turned back to you.

“You’ll sleep here—“ he began before getting interrupted almost immediately by Doyoung.

“No. She won’t,” he blurted out sternly.

Yuta, who was still looking at you, turned towards Doyoung with his eyebrows raised before a smirk stretched across his face.

It was similar to the one you had seen earlier when you straddled him with your knife pressed to the skin of his neck. One side of his mouth titled upwards and his eyes glinted in amusement. You cursed yourself for even getting distracted by the thought as you tried to clear your head and focus on what was going on right now inside the tent.

“Is she your girlfriend or something?” he taunted as he cocked his head to one side.

Doyoung’s cheeks flushed a barely visible shade of pink as he scoffed before muttering under his breath a weak “Of course not.”

“Then what’s the problem, doc?” said Yuta — his words dripping in venom this time.

Knowing Doyoung and his usually calm demeanour, you fully expected him to surrender and abandon whatever argument the men seemed to be on the brink of. But to your surprise he did the opposite.

“She works for me. I’m responsible for her!” he spat back. The other boys who had been in the process of leaving the tent, paused as they observed the interaction.

“Yeah, well she owes me,” said Yuta calmly.

“For what exactly?” inquired Doyoung.

“For not killing her earlier when I had the chance,” he said shrugging. Yuta ran his fingers through his silver locks aimlessly as if his words were meaningless.

“Hey, I saved your life... so technically we’re even,” you whined.

“Yeah but I brought you here instead of leaving you stranded with those gunmen running around,” Yuta reminded you as he flashed you a cheeky grin.

Doyoung’s eyes went wide from shock at Yuta’s prior admission to almost killing you before he zeroed in on your neck where your skin donned a few faint finger shaped bruises.

“W-what the hell? You did that to her?” he said glaring at Yuta, “he did this to you?!” he yelled as he diverted his gaze right back to you as his eyes franticly looked back and forth between your face and your neck.

Yuta rolled his eyes. Doyoung on the other hand was extremely riled up.

“Y/n, wait outside,” Doyoung said through gritted teeth as he glared at Yuta. You opened your mouth to protest at his order — not appreciating his tone, until Yuta placed a hand on the small of your back and sighed while delicately urging you to exit the tent.

“It’s okay,” was all he said as you reluctantly exited the tent, followed by the other three boys as Doyoung watched you with what seemed like an expression of anger and pain all in one.

Once you made it out the tent you could hear the strained noises of Yuta and Doyoung arguing back and forth.

The other boys quickly surrounded you. The first one to speak was the tall, relaxed one from earlier.

“I’m Johnny,” he said. Then he gestured towards the other boy with black hair and bright eyes “this is mark, and this is Taeyong,” he finished as he gestured towards the blonde boy with the slit in his brow.

“Y/n,” was all you could mutter in response as you craned your neck to look past them towards the tent.

“Your presence seems to have caused quite a bit of drama,” said Johnny as he chuckled.

“Where are you from anyway?” asked Mark curiously.

“The same compound as Doyoung,” you said. The boys exchanged suspicious glances with achother.

“So what were you doing in the west forest?” asked Taeyong.

You went on a brief spiel, recounting the events of the night — omitting the details of how you managed to sneak out of the compound. By the end the boys were chuckling a bit as you explained how you had held Yuta at knifepoint and then managed to end up back at the tents.

“Leave it to Yuta to almost die at the hands of a pretty girl in the middle of the forest,” Mark joked. The other boys agreed that it seemed very on brand for their friend to end up in such an unpredictable situation. However, they admitted it was very unusual for him to look out for someone the way he had for you.

“Speaking of...” you began as you had finally circled back to Yuta’s tent after walking in circles as you fell into conversation with the boys. “I wonder what’s going on in there. They’ve been talking for ages. I’m exhausted,” you complained.

“You could always sleep in my tent,” teased Mark before he jumped, absolutely startled by the heavy hand that had just landed on his shoulder.

“Do you have a death wish?” Yuta asked as he squeezed at the side of marks neck. The other boys stifled a laugh as Doyoung appeared with a stern expression by their sides while Mark winced in pain.

Doyoung approached you. “We need to talk,” he said as he walked off. You trailed behind him as you heard the boys and Yuta fall into conversation behind you.

“What, do you have a crush on her or something?” squealed Mark.

“What makes you think you could handle someone like her, baby?” Yuta teased at the youngest of the group.

“I heard she almost slit your throat so I doubt you can handle her anymore than I can,” Mark scoffed. Taeyong and Johnny broke into a fit of laughter as Yuta drew Mark into a headlock and the boys began to playfully scuffle.

Doyoung had taken you down to a small river that was situated near the campgrounds before turning to you.

“I bet you have a lot of questions,” he said. Truthfully, you didn’t even know where to begin. So much had happened over the last few hours and even though seeing Doyoung was probably the most surprising of all those things, you seemed to be at a loss for words. You looked up at him before shrugging softly and kicking the tiny pebbles by your feet into the water.

“First off, are you alright?” he asked as he reached out to touch your neck. You winced as his fingers came in contact with one of the small bruises left behind by Yuta.

“I’m fine, it’s just a little sore,” you answered. “What are you even doing out here, Doyoung?” you questioned.

He didn’t even hesitate before answering. “I’m working on something. There are certain things you don’t know about the compound,” he explained.

“What things?” you questioned.

“Well... it’s really complicated. But what I can say is that there are bad things going on there with the government,” he said hesitantly. You went wide eyed as you turned to him, hoping for answers.

“I can’t explain everything right now. You just can’t tell anyone that you’ve seen me here. And you can’t come out here again. I’m guessing you left through your fathers tunnel?” he asked. You were taken aback. You thought his tunnel had been a secret.

“H-how did you know?” you asked.

“He taught me a lot, y/n. He just left before we could get our real work done. I knew you left during your leaves from work but I didn’t expect you to come this deep into the forest. He told me that you were taught to stay within specific boundaries!” Doyoung said, as he scolded you.

“I did. If I hadn’t run into Yuta then-“ you began, before Doyoung cut him off.

“Yuta isn’t someone you should be hanging around. None of these guys are. You don’t belong here. You need to stay at the compound where it’s safer for you,” he argued.

At this point it was getting annoying. All these years your relationship had remained casual and distant and now he seemed to have transformed in an instant and become far too comfortable barking orders at you.

“You just said it yourself that there are bad things going on at the compound so why does it matter?” you spat.

“Because there are killers roaming this forest. You don’t understand what it’s like out here!” he yelled.

“And you do?” you challenged.

Doyoung sighed as he squeezed the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“I’ve been out here for years, y/n. You don’t know the half of it. You need to trust me,” he pleaded.

“You can’t expect me to trust you when you aren’t telling me anything,” you replied.

“Population control,” he stated abruptly. You opened your mouth to question him but he spoke again before you could get any words out.

“Resources have been running low for years. They’re controlling the population in the compound. People are being kicked out for crimes they didn’t commit. New uncontrollable illnesses are popping up slowly. There have been talks about the father being responsible. The compound is conducting shady trades and even seem to have some criminals from the west forest involved. I’ve been working with a few trusted people to expose it all and change things but...” he blurted our quickly.

“You’re staging a coup d’état?” you gasped. Doyoung sighed again.

“It’s not that simple. This is something that has been going on long before we were old enough to understand. This is something your father worked on too. He is one of many that wanted to liberate the compound. Not just ours either. He wanted to take back the forest and live in an open society like in the old days,” Doyoung explained.

Your head spun with the new information that had suddenly been dumped on you. You couldn’t even speak. For what felt like forever, you both stood in silence.

“I have to get back to the compound. I managed to slip away from the crowd but the rest of the head medics are going to grow suspicious soon if I don’t make it back east,” said Doyoung.

“B-but what about the gunmen?” you asked.

“I’ve been escorted to a meeting point by the some military men from the compound. I’m the only person authorized to do that in order to get some harder to find medical resources. I usually wouldn’t be able to come this Far East but one of the children of the Father of the Compound have been ill with an ongoing condition since he was a child and it’s worsened so I’ve been making more frequent trips. I’m the only person who has special permission to venture off alone and its because the father really wants to keep his child’s condition private,” he began, “so I need to get back to the meeting point quickly. They’ll escort me back.”

You nodded before Doyoung spoke again.

“I spoke with Yuta. He’ll get you back to the compound sometime within the next 3 days. Please just stay on the campgrounds and out of trouble until then,” he warned.

The two of you made your way back towards the campgrounds. Doyoung slipped away back into the forest after you said your goodbyes and you walked the rest of the way back.

Everyone had seem to retreat back into their respective tents as you approached Yuta’s. You ducked through the opening before pulling it closed behind you again. The tent felt much more spacious now that there weren’t as many people stuffed inside but to your surprise, Yuta was not inside.

You made your way over towards the flat sleeping mattress that was placed in a section of the tent as you decided to wait for him to return. That was the last thing you remembered as you fought the feeling of exhaustion that had finally overcome your body as you slipped into a deep sleep in the unfamiliar space.

The next morning you woke up to warmth and the feeling of your head rising and falling ever so slightly.

“This is relaxing,” you mumbled to yourself despite being half asleep.

Your head began to shake as a soft chuckle tumbled through Yuta’s chest as he answered quietly, “is it?”. Your eyes flew open within seconds as you realized you had been draped over his body and your head was currently resting against his chest.

“Oh my god.. OH MY GOD,” you gasped as you pulled yourself off of him and drew yourself into a seated position on the mattress in an attempt to create as much distance between you and Yuta as you possibly could.

Yuta still laughed softly. Your cheeks burned with heat as you could feel them begin to flush. You couldn’t help but wonder how long you had been sleeping like that. You were so tired the night before that you barely remembered falling asleep and definitely didn’t remember hearing or feeling yuta get into bed.

“W-why would you sleep here?” you scolded.

“Well this is my tent and my bed,” he answered as he slowly lifted himself up, being mindful of the bandage on his torso. He drew a shirt over his head as you watched him get dressed. His hair was pulled into a messy ponytail and despite it being morning time, he still looked so beautiful.

“Well you should have woken me up instead of just—“ you began.

“Instead of what? Becoming your human pillow? You didn’t seem to mind when you were sleeping like a baby all night,” he teased.

You pouted at Yuta as he winked back at you before dropping to his knees back on the mattress. He leaned towards you while resting on his hands as your heart began to beat faster. The closer he got to you the bigger the smile on his face became.

You leaned back away as his body drew closer to yours and his face hovered towards you. When he was close enough to bridge the gap between the two of you, you squeezed your eyes shut and pushed your hands out against his chest to stop him from moving as you braced yourself.

A few seconds passed but nothing. You opened up your eyes again with your hands still firmly against Yuta’s chest as you met his gaze.

He held back laughter as he reached one of his hands behind you and out of sight before it emerged again in your line of vision, this time with a stainless steel water bottle in his grasp which he had been reaching for the entire time while you were in the way. 

“Don’t flatter yourself, princess,” he chuckled before leaning away from you again and getting up. He made his way to the exit of the tent before slipping out.

“Wait here,” he muttered before disappearing and leaving you flustered, a bit embarrassed, and frankly still tired. You flopped back down on the mattress with a loud groan as you pulled the blankets over your head as you drifted back to sleep with thoughts of that cheeky bastard in your head.

The next time you woke up, you were alone. There was however a plate of fruit from the forest and some other greenery in a bowl waiting for you by the mattress. You didn’t hesitate for even a second before diving in. You hadn’t realized how hungry you had been.

Outside had grown gloomy again making you feel as though you were beginning to lose perception of time all together. It must have been a little while until sunset which meant you had slept through almost the entirety of the day.

You were finishing off the last bit of avocado that was left in your bowl when you heard someone call your name from outside of the tent.

You made your way outside only to find out that it was Mark who had been calling you.

“Sick! You’re finally awake!” he said excitedly. “Dude do you always sleep this much?” he giggled.

“Ugh, don’t even get me started. I don’t know how I managed to sleep for so long. I must have had a rough night,” you whined.

“Oh yeah, how did you sleep?” he asked. You blushed as the memory of this morning returned to you. The thought of being cuddled up to Yuta like that had slipped your mind yet you couldn’t help but feel the same level of embarrassment all over again now that Mark had unknowingly reminded you.

“Uh... y/n?” he called out as he waved a hand in front of your face.

“O-oh, I slept okay. I’m just still a little sore,” you murmured as you snapped out of your thoughts. You rubbed aimlessly at the bruises on your neck.

Mark tsked as he reached out to softly run his hands over your neck. “Yuta... that idiot. Why would he hurt you like this?” he said as he shook his head.

“She could have been dangerous,” said Taeyong as he walked up behind Mark to join in on the conversation.

“Yeah right. Yuta just likes to play rough,” Mark said as he dropped his hand.

“Well if it hurts that bad then we have the perfect thing to make you feel better, y/n,” said Taeyong as a small smile played on his lips.

“Guys! It’s ready!” yelled Johnny from across the tent grounds. The boys glanced at each other, smiling. Mark grabbed your wrist as he pulled you through the campgrounds past a series of empty tents until you reached a raging bonfire in its center.

“Where is everyone else?” you asked after noticing that you hadn’t seen anyone but the boys since your arrival

“Most of them are away dealing with business in the forest. A few others patrol the outer parts of the campground in shifts and alternate every few days so it’s just us for the next week,” answered Taeyong.

“Which is why tonight we are gonna celebrate the arrival of our dear y/n... and by celebrate I mean eat and get drunk because we finally have this place to ourselves,” said Johnny as he pulled out a large container filled with questionable liquid and held it over his head.

The four of you passed around more fruits and vegetables, grilling things over the bonfire along with some meat. The questionable alcoholic mixture Johnny had managed to make was actually surprisingly good and it didn’t take long for everyone to get buzzed. You cooed at the warm feeling in your stomach as you stuffed your mouth with food.

“Mmm, I’ll never get over how great fresh food tastes right out of the forest,” you squealed. The boys looked on in amusement.

“Maybe there are some perks to being out here after all,” muttered Johnny.

You all continued to drink and eat for a while as the sun set for the day. Eventually you fell into conversation with the boys whom it turns out you got along with quite well.

“Wait, where’s Yuta?” you slurred, tilting your head to the side.

As if on cue, he emerged from the shadows looking a bit dishevelled.

“Did you miss me?” he taunted as he approached the rest of the group, grabbing what was left of the plentiful amount of food you had grilled to eat. His eyes settled on the container of alcohol before letting out a deep sigh.

“No wonder I could hear you guys from the other side of the campgrounds. Why would you let these idiots get you drunk, princess?” he questioned as he shoved a piece of meat into his mouth and poured himself a cup of the mixture.

“Who me? I’m not drunk!” you slurred again. The boys giggled at the high pitched sound of your drunk voice. Taeyong, Mark and Johnny got up to retrieve more firewood while they continued chatting away. They occupied themselves with the bonfire as Yuta settled down next to you.

“You sleep like a baby and now that you’re drunk, you sound like one too,” said Yuta while forcing a slice of mango past your lips.

The juices from the fruit trickled down your chin as he fed you. To his surprise, you wrapped your lips around his fingers, suckling softly at the juices that coated his fingers.

Yuta’s mouth fell open slightly as he slowly pulled his fingers away from you. He chuckled softly as his gaze went dark.

“Play nice,” he said sternly. You rolled your eyes at his warning before shrugging.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Anyway, where have you been all day?” you said, changing the subject.

“Just handling business,” he muttered. You pouted in response. You knew very well the kind of trouble Yuta seemed to find himself in while away from the campground.

“Doyoung told me about our compound but I just realized that he didn’t tell me much about what any of it has to do with you guys,” you complained.

“Don’t whine. It’s nothing you need to worry about. I’m gonna get you back to the compound tomorrow night like he asked,” Yuta answered.

“That’s so soon...” you said as your voice dropped down to a soft murmur.

“I know it must be nice to have a bunch of guys take care of you but did you really think you were going to live here forever or something?” he scoffed.

You shot him a cold glance before getting up from next to him and muttering under your breath, “whatever.”

You ditched him and joined the other boys by the fire as you cozied up next to Mark who was just as drunk as everyone else. It was only Yuta that hadn’t caught up yet and at this point his attitude was killing your vibe.

The boys were engaged in an animated conversation about grilling meat when you joined them. They argued over who amongst the group was the best at their grilling techniques.

“You have to hold it still for a minute before flipping it on to the next side!” Johnny yelled.

“Nonono, you’re holding it too close to the fire. It has to be higher!” said Taeyong as he cringed at Johnny’s method.

“Nah watch this,” said Mark as he placed a piece of meat on the end of a metal rod and shoved it directly into the flames before pulling it out again.

“Dude, you burned it,” laughed Johnny.

“Wait! That was a mistake. It wasn’t supposed to happen,” he said as he drunkenly giggled. You took the rod from him and placed another piece of meat on the end as you expertly rotated it for a few minutes over the fire, dipping it ever so slightly into the flames. Mark watched wide eyed as you held the rod in front of your lips and blew softly on the meat to cool it down before pulling it off of the metal and holding it out for him to taste. 

Mark opened his mouth as you placed the piece of meat into his mouth, letting your fingers brush softly against his lips as they lingered on his skin. Yuta froze,, watching the exchange between the two of you.

“Dang, this tastes so good,” Mark moaned as he chewed away at the meat. You smiled as you watched him savour the taste.

“We should put the fire out before the smoke becomes too obvious,” suggested Taeyong. He grabbed a few buckets while Johnny joined him. 

“We’ll come with!” offered Mark as he got up and drew you to your feet. “The rivers fun at night time,” he chuckled as he pulled you towards the direction you had gone in the night before with Doyoung. The two of you stumbled along the forest in a fit of giggles as Johnny and Taeyong trailed behind you with the buckets. Yuta sat alone by the fire seething as he watched you and Mark run off into the distance. 

Once you had reached the river, Mark wasted no time tugging at his shoes before splashing his way into the water and groaning at the cool feeling  of the mini waves against his toes. He splashed about, drawing you in with him. Johnny and Taeyong filled up the buckets with water. 

“We’re gonna head back before that fire gets out of hand,” yelled Johnny as the two boys turned away, leaving you and Mark alone.

“You’re in trouble now,” Mark teased as he reached down and flicked water up from the stream all over you -- making you squeal as it seeped through your clothing. You returned his actions by kicking at the water below you as the two of you messed about like children. 

You hadn’t heard him at first but a dark figure by the edge of the river caught your eye as you froze. Mark, who had continued splashing you, stopped and followed your gaze. 

“Yuta hyung, you scared the shit out of me!” he said as he sighed a sigh of relief at the sight of his friend. 

Yuta stumbled slightly as he approached the two of you, words slurring ever so slightly as he called out “Mark, y/n is drunk. It’s too dangerous to play around in the river like this!”

Mark chuckled before responding, “She’s a big girl so there’s no need to coddle her.”

Yuta’s expression went cold as he walked into the water and grabbed you by the wrist. “That’s enough princess,” he warned -- clearly fed up with your antics. 

You opened up your mouth to speak but Yuta cut you off as he addressed Mark. 

“Fun’s over, baby. Go back and help the boys clean up. I’ll take care of her,” he said. Mark shrugged and stumbled out of the water before picking up his shoes and disappearing into the forest towards the campground. 

You stood frozen in front of Yuta. “Doyoung will be very upset if he finds out what you’ve been up to,” he scolded. You huffed -- suddenly feeling like a child who has being told off by their father. 

“I haven’t done anything wrong!” you insisted, still feeling warm from the amount of alcohol coursing through your body. You poked a finger into Yuta’s chest as you pouted your lips at him. 

“Y-you’re just jealous,” you taunted. 

“Of?” he asked.

“M-me and --” you began before you were rudely interrupted by Yuta’s deep and powerful laugh. What scared you was the fact that his laugh stopped just as fast as it started. 

He drew you close to him, squeezing your chin between his fingers as he hovered closely to your face. 

“Is that what you’ve been doing all night long? Trying to make me jealous?” he asked as his expression changed -- making him look very amused instead. You huffed again, shaking your way out of his grasp and making your way out of the water. It wasn’t until your feet were back on land that you realized how drunk you really were. 

The ground seemed to be rocking underneath you as you struggled to keep your balance. You stumbled, nearly falling over before becoming engulfed in Yuta’s arms. You tried not to throw up the contents of your stomach as he lifted you off the ground and into his arms. 

“You’re so annoying, you know that? And mean too,” you mumbled as you rested your head in the crook of his neck, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around his neck as he carried you carefully towards the campgrounds. 

“You’re no angel either. Don’t think i’ve forgotten about what you did to me earlier,” he whispered into your ear. His voice sent shivers down your spine as you recalled the mango incident. 

“Dang, what happened to her?” asked Taeyong as Yuta approached him and the rest of the boys as they cleaned up the final bits of the little party they had thrown. 

“Looks like Johnny’s juice finally hit her,” Yuta teased. Johnny smiled proudly knowing his creation was a hit. 

You finally arrived at Yuta’s tent and he carried you all the way inside before putting you down and holding you at your shoulders to ensure that you were steady enough to stand on your own. 

“Shit, I’m soaked,” you mumbled to yourself as you pulled at your shirt, growing uncomfortable with the feeling of the wet fabric against your skin. 

Yuta rummaged around in his tent before pulling out a dry shirt for you to put on. He passed it to you before ducking out of the tent to let you change. He waited before you poked your head out, and carried your wet clothing with you to hang outside to dry, still drunk and giggly. 

Yuta watched as you hung your shirt, and pants but went wide eyed when he saw you hang up a pair of panties as well. His cheeks flushed pink as he unconsciously allowed his eyes to run over your body, noticing the way the fabric would momentarily cling to the parts of your body as you moved making it very evident that you were in fact naked underneath it. 

He ducked back into the tent as he stripped down to change as well. He had just put his shorts, still shirtless, when you pushed through the opening of the tent. You clambered across the mattress and fell back with a deep sigh. Yuta lowered himself down to climb into bed next to you. “Get some rest, I’m taking you home tomorrow,” he said. “I don’t wanna leave,” you groaned as you stretched your arm across his body and rested your head on his chest like the night before. Yuta naturally let his arm circle around your body as if you slept like this together all the time. You started to drift off to sleep, feeling the rise and fall of Yuta’s chest and his fingers combing softly through your hair. You didn’t expect any of this to happen but you were grateful. The cold girl that walked through the compound and kept to herself was gaining some warmth again. She smiled more, and giggled, and felt less lonely outside of her isolated town. You couldn’t help but hear the words of the compound children echoing in your mind as you finally fell asleep -- “I heard if you go far enough west, you’ll find a better place to live.”

Let me know if you want a part 2! <3

[writingsfromhome]

Wish you were Sober

I couldn’t get this bop out of my head so I’ve turned it into a fic...enjoy!!!!

Warnings: alcohol, drugs, swearing?

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You switch the cup in your hands, eyeing Harry from across the room. You came here together but ever since the two of you walked through the front door, he’d put on his hot-shot act and hadn’t spoken to you once. You watch the brunette on his left now, laughing at whatever he’d said. His hand tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear. You feel sick but you can’t stop watching. You don’t even know why you came here, this wasn’t your scene, and you knew how Harry got at parties like these. But you just wanted to be near him.

It was toxic, some small part of your brain already knew that, your addiction to Harry and the way he only wanted you when you two were alone.

“Y/N?” Your mate Sofie from English spots you in your corner, you barely hear your name with how loud the music was. “I...wow, I didn’t expect you to be here!”

“Me neither,” you laugh. “Not really my scene!”

“I can tell! You look....” she pauses, deciding not to finish her sentence. “Come on,” she grabs your arm and pulls you away from the wall that you’d made a little watching post of. “Let’s get you a little relaxed...”

The rest of her sentence is drowned out as she turns away. You catch Harry’s eye on your way out of the room but his eyes slide off of you. You try to ignore the stabbing at your heart.

“Oh shite wait,” Sof takes a detour to the open door on your right. “This hasn’t been free all night. Wait out here?”

She enters the vacant toilet and you lean back against the wallpapered hallway. You didn’t even know whose house this was, but it was nicely decorated.

“Drink! Drink!” Loud chanting echoes from the kitchen. Wooping and shouts and then: “Styles! Styles!”

You cover your face with your hands, pushing back the urge to cry. You shouldn’t have come.

You wander away from the door to put more distance between you and the chanting. A room door is tilted open, a few people sit inside. The open window lets in a stiff breeze and a shiver travels up your spine. You imagine yourself walking towards it, opening it all the way, jumping onto the roof, and looking back to see Harry following behind with the grin you adored. You imagine the two of you going back to one of yours, somwhere where the music wasn’t too loud, and just spend the rest of the night in each other’s arms.

“Y/N,” an arm grabs yours again. Sof. “I don’t think you want to go in there.”

“Why?” You turn to face her.

“Do you know whose party this is?” She shouts. You shake your head and she glances back to the crack in the door. “Nevermind, best you don’t know. Oh hey your cup’s empty, let’s fill you up first.”

“I’m really okay,” you protest but Sofie doesn’t take no for an answer. You weren’t sure why she was being such a mother hen, you two were strictly school friends.

“Haven’t you got...other friends here?” You ask Sofie when you reach the kitchen, hoping it didn’t come off too bluntly.

“Yes?” She blinks.

“Won’t they wonder where you are?”

“They probably don’t even know where they are,” she laughs. “Plus you’re cool, we should hang out more Y/N.”

“Yeah...” you smile at her. She was nice.

You expect Harry to be in the kitchen once you reach the keg but he’s nowhere you could see. The churning in your stomach intensifies.

“Let’s go,” she says as your cup fills and you’re once again being dragged through the house. The room in the very back on the top floor is where you end up and as soon as the door opens you realise what Sofie meant about relaxing. A cloud of weed invades your nostrils and you feel you could get high with the sheer amount of smoke in the air alone.

“Close the door!” Someone shouts inside.

“Fuck off!” Sofie shouts, shooting you a wink. “Guess who I found?”

“Y/N!” A few people from class reocognise you and begin shfiting. The good thing about being the “nice one” at school was that everyone sort of liked you and nobody bothered you.

“Fancy seeing you here,” someone says to you. You couldn’t make out who it was so you just smile in the general direction.

“I always thought Y/N was too posh to come to one of these parties,” someone else says and your anxiety spikes. Maybe not everybody liked you.

“She’s right here you shites,” Sofie pats your leg. “Ignore them. They’re all out of their minds right now. We all love you, we just never see you outside of school.”

You let that sink in. It was true—you were always either at home or at Harry’s. Maybe this was good, to be out with your classmates.

You start to feel a little at ease until you spot him near the window. Harry. With the same brunette from downstairs.

You hear someone asking you a question but your gaze is trained on Harry, his hand grips the girl’s face and her hands are on his waist as he pulls her in, his face disappearing into her neck.

“Hullo!” Someone waves a hand in front of your face. “I think the smoke alone’s done her in.”

People around you laugh and you snap out of it, Sof stares at you with her round eyes, holding the glass object out to you. “Y/N? You alright?”

“Yeah,” you croak, taking a swig of your cup. This was so not your crowd.

“Over here,” Harry’s deep voice carries over and he motions for the bong being passed to you. Sofie hands it to him.

“Don’t mind him Y/N, he’s not worth it. He’s always hooking up with some random girl. Anyway, do you want one of these instead?” Sofie pushes cookies in front of your face, trying to distract you. She didn’t realise you’d minded him a lot, for at least the last year.

“I-“ she puts one in your hand before you can decline. Your eyes are still on Harry, don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it.

His eyes catch yours as he takes another hit and winks as he exhales. The churning in your stomach becomes violent.

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” you say before bolting from the room.

The toilets are occupied and your only other option is to make it outside in time to retch into the bushes on the side. Fuck.

You sit on the steps, eyeing the Rover that had driven you here. You didn’t even know why Harry had driven when he was going to get blackout drunk at the party. You didn’t even know why you had agreed to come with him here.

Your bum grows cold against the concrete steps as you regret the whole night.

“There you-you’re,” a voice slurs from behind you. Harry.

You ignore him, tears stinging from the humiliation of being here and the heartbreak he put you through every bloody time.

It wasn’t always like this though. Harry used to be sweet with you but always said he wanted to keep the relationship on the down low. Didn’t want his mates taking the piss out of you for dating him. So you’d agreed. And slowly he was less sweet and more sour, only coming by when he was drunk, leaving drunk voice messages about how much he wanted you, and only kissing you in the shadows. He’d strapped you onto the rollercoaster and there were too many ups and downs.

“Y/N,” Harry says gentler. “Why’d you go?”

“Surprised you even noticed,” you mumble.

“Huh?” He sits beside you, more like tumbles down beside you. “This party sucks, wanta come over mine?”

“I don’t know,” you say softly, getting up and walking towards the street. This was his routine, ignoring you at the party, then saving you for later.

“Okayokayokay,” Harry comes up after you. “I’ll drive ya home.”

You whip around, was he crazy? But he really was fumbling with his keys. You slide yourself in between him and the car and snatch the keys once he produces it from his pocket. This close, you could see what a mess the night had made of him.

“Give me-“ he tries to grab the keys but you lower them behind you.

“Are you out of your mind? You’re pissed and you’re high and you want to get into the bloody car like that?!”

“Woah,” he breathes, swaying slightly. “Tha was sexy.”

“What?” You sputter, he was impossible. “Harry!”

“Keys?” he leans in, his arms surrounding your waist and you feel your guard slip a little. Bad habits.

“We’ll walk home,” you say into his chest as he puts his weight into you, pressing your back into the car. He’s all muscle and musk.

“You are home,” he hums against you. “C’mere.”

He tilts your chin up and lays a sweet kiss against your lips, and you almost forget the whole night—it’s that perfect. You feel reborn against him this way, pressed into his warmth, his hands holding you like you meant something to him.

But you didn’t.

“Let’s go,” it takes everything in you to push him off. He’d kissed another girl tonight. In front of you. You had to remember that.

“Why?” He whines, pulling you to him again, his back against the car now. He traps you between his arms but you wriggle out.

“It’s gonna be a long walk, I’m tired. We should go.”

He sighs. “Yes missus,” He salutes you and then dissolves into a fit of giggles. You roll your eyes but your heart softens enough to loop your arm through his to drag him along.

“You’re the best y’know?” he slurs along your walk home. “M’lucky to ‘ave-“

He trips over a loose cobblestone and you’re nearly wiped too but you catch yourself in time. Harry, on the other hand, lays sprawled on the floor laughing. You really were tired, but a smile breaks out on your face.

“You’re such a klutz,” you say over him, bending to pick to pick up the phone that had fallen from his pocket.

“C’mere!” Harry shouts, opening his arms but you laugh and continue walking. “Y/N!” He stretches out your name from where he still lay. “Please! Help!”

“Harry I’m leaving you behind! And I have your phone and keys with me!”

That gets him up, following up behind you and grabbing you by the waist as he walks. You were almost to his house. Your own was another five minutes away.

“That’s my house!” Harry points to the third one down as it comes into view.

“I know,” you chuckle. “And everyone is asleep. Keep your voice down!”

“C’mon,” he walks backwards onto his driveway, still holding your hand. “With me.”

“I’m tired,” you say again.

“Baby,” He pouts, a tactic that usually worked. “M’lonely.”

“Harry,” you sigh.

He backs himself into the brick of his house and pulls you towards him by your belt loop. You go without much of a fight.

“Please?” He asks again, putting his forehead against yours. You close your eyes, a battle going on in your heart. Go with him, make love, feel wanted and needed. And then discarded. Or leave with your head held high, your heart a little hurt but better for you when you wake up tomorrow morning without regrets.

“Harry-“ you get out before he pulls you into a kiss, no longer sweet like before. This kiss was Drunk Harry, pulsing in want. Your teeths clash against each other, his kiss demanding all of you as he pivots so you’re up against the wall. Your hands automatically go up to his hair, you loved the silky strands between your fingers. His hands go everywhere: your face, down to your waist, back up to your hair, sliding up your shirt, his cold fingers fumbling with your shirt. It shocks you out of the fervour.

“No!” You push him away. “Harry, stop.”

“Wha?” He steps towards you again, his hands already on your hips, but you push your hands against his chest, his heart beating fast underneath. “What?”

You look at him, a good look. His eyes are frantic, his mouth rubbed raw-almost a violent streak on his face. This was not the sweet guy you fell for. You wanted off of his rollercoaster.

“Harry I just-I wish...” you drop your arms and step sideways. “I just can’t do this anymore.”

“What?” He repeats for the hundredth time. “What’s that mean?”

“I’m tired of this. I can’t play this game anymore.”

He reaches for you again, a wounded look on his face. But you push his hand away, the simple act crushing your heart in a vice so tight that it’s hard for you to even choke out the words.

“I wish you didn’t have to get so drunk. Harry I just...I wish you were sober.”

Harry sways towards you and then back and his brows furrow. He opens his mouth and then closes it as you take another step back.

“I wish you were sober,” you whisper again, more to yourself, before turning your back to the only guy who made you feel like life was worth living.

You turn away from him, and you walk back home. Head held high.

[shesawriter39049]

|THE PLUG| 4:20|M|

SMUT

(SNEAK PEEK #2 Basically all smut related..I forgot how many “Drug dealer” Jimin little thottys I have lmao so heres something else to tie you over)  ABOUT- Your local plug, aka your weedman..aka you’re kinda sorta, almost-boyfriend…is stressed…so you just need to ease his stress..in any way he sees fit!

There is a lil storyline in the beginning to set up the overall vibe and aesthetic of the one shot. Since it is technically a series now.

Note- This can be read as a stand-alone, and you’ll be good, there may be one or two things that you’ll be curious about but you won’t be lost! I was randomly inspired to add something to my “The Plug” Series so here she is.

WARNINGS:In this part? Recreational drug use (Weed) , Dirty talk, Foreplay....

WC: 6K

Dark haired, tan/tatted/ and tongue pierced JImin…that’s it…that’s the fiC

Have we established that the oc is literally is baby orr!?

FT- A Little Yoongi & Tae

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Upon pulling up it seems as though Cash has opted to ruin your surprise...Cash was Jimin’s German shepherd, luckily she loves you so that’s not the issue. The issue is at the end of the day, she’s a guard dog, and she barked her damn head off the minute you rolled up the mile-long driveway! However, it seems you didn't even have to go far to see your boy because kiddie corner to an overgrown oak free, sits his Camaro, parked along the grass. Passengers door wide open with a cloud of smoke evaporating up into the air…

All you can see as you approach the spot to his left is his black J’s peeping out from under the door. Jimin’s car is tinted way past the legal hue so it’s pointless to even try and make out anything else! Not even bothering to move from his spot because he already knows your coming straight to him. Greeted by Cash first and foremost as she sprints off the porch never failing to cover you in fur before gently shoeing her in the opposite direction. Sauntering towards him slowly, though you couldn’t physically see him you could already feel his eyes on you, a slight chill running down your spine the closer you got to his car. A smug little smirk playing on those plush pink lips of his as you eased past the passenger door. Only to find the man in question laxed in his seat, looking like a seat his damn self, in a pair of black sweats and a hoodie, hood up, eyes low and full of mischief. Lacing his lips back around the joint as he pats his thigh, as if you planned on going anywhere else...sliding onto his lap with a slow roll of the hips so he can feel you spread apart on top of him. Did I mention you may have opted against wearing panties under your little cotton dress? 

Humming contently at the familiar weight resting flush against his lap inhaling deep, filling his lungs to full capacity. Reclining against the headrest, gazing up at you through hooded lids, flicking his chin upwards, gesturing got you to lean in so he can guide your lips to his. Coaxing them open, slowly letting the smoke drift into your mouth. His opposite hand taking a strong almost possessive hold on the back of your neck, keeping you in place, only easing up enough for you to catch your breath. Well aware your lungs aren’t built anywhere near his, though he doesn’t give you much of a refractory period. The moment he feels you exhale he snatches that breath straight from your lungs, an amused smirk playing along his lips as you gasp and he licks his way into your mouth. Body shivering the minute you feel the metal bar flick at the roof of your mouth, the kiss is insistent, hot, heady. A low whine staggering from the back of his throat as you slowly grind your hips against him, feeling within seconds that he’s also opted against  boxers. Your touges meet easily, it’s natural at this point, the way the two of you move together, slow and languid. Almost matching the rhythm of your hips as you continue grinding down against him. The hand on the back of your neck is so tight it’s almost painful and that only makes you moan even louder, body turning completely pliant on top of him. Holding onto his hoodie as if you needed it to keep you upright, lightheaded from far more than the indica at this point...it’s all Jimin!

“Fuckin missed your fine ass” panted against your lips, with a smile far more innocent than it should be, god this man has you all types of fucked up it’s unreal. Eyes sinking even deeper into his face...you can’t help but smile back at that, not even bothering to hide the giddiness fluttering though your body. Dropping your head down to the crook of his neck, as he laces his lips back around the joint, eyes slightly hazy from the amount of smoke filling the car. Sinking your teeth into the thick juncture of his collarbone, living for the way he literally just falls apart the minute you even touch the area.

“Babyyy-”

Painting a trail upwards until your nibbling at his earlobe, nipping harshly feeling his thighs tense beneath you “I really want you to fuck my throat…” Swirling your tongue around the hoop in his ear “All I could think about at work was you fucking my mouth so hard I that I’ll be able feel you everytime I talk tomorrow…” The words purred straight from your lips and went straight to his dick, you could actually feel him throb beneath you. 

Jimin straight up whimpers at that, low, and breathy a chill running through his body as you slide off his lap dropping to your knees before him. Those big brown eyes are staring down at you with soooo much need yet the fondness is clear as day. Reaching down to run his fingers through your hair, cradling your jaw in his palm, turning your cheek to lace your tongue around his thumb. Sucking it into your mouth rolling your tongue around the digit with a pleased moan, bringing your hands up to gently stroke his thighs. Batting your lashes up at him far too innocently for the moment in question, a pleased little smirk playing on your lips as he spreads his legs instinctively making room for you.

“You want me to fuck you, throat baby? You want me to put my hand in your hair and show you how I want it? Make you take me, all of me, until I come down your throat? Here? Right outside...you need my cock that bad baby?” His tone was almost taunting, slipping effortlessly into his bedroom voice, his tone getting a little lower..breathier... Freeing his thumb from your mouth exchanging the grip for the hair right at your scalp, craning your head back so you have no choice but to look up at him. 

“Yeah, yeah, I do, I want you so fuckin bad, I don’t want you to go easy on me either..I want you to use my mouth until your so fuckin loud your boys can hear you…” Trickling your fingers back up his thighs, pawing at his dick through his sweats “That’s what I want…” 

The glint in his eyes should probably be alarming but it’s not, because you know that means he’s going to give you exactly what you asked for and then some. Lacing his lips around the joint one final time before stomping it out into his ashtray. Leaning down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, releasing all the smoke back into your lungs, with so much intensity it burns!. Sucking your bottom lip between your lips as he pulls back...

 “It’s all yours baby girl, take it if you want it…”

UPDATE : The full thing is up AS OF 4/23 

[some-dr-writings]

Himiko x Reader one-shot: It’ll Work Out in the End

You knew planning a surprise party would be difficult, but not this stressful. Trying to get all the supplies, organize all of your and Himiko’s friends and classmates, finding a location, on top of the stress this was placing on Himiko. With you gone Tenko glommed onto Himiko even more than usual, much to the magic girl’s distress and would not leave when very clearly told too.

You flipped through your small notebook, double checking the notes you had taken of the caterer you were thinking about commissioning, comparing it to the others, a decision not becoming any clearer despite mulling it over for an entire day, then giving yourself an entire day for a break before getting back to this… You dropped your head onto your desk, a loud thud resounding, a sound your classmates had become accustomed too. “Think I can help again?” “… Yes please.” You sighed as Shuichi flipped around a chair, sitting across you from your desk. You took a quick glance over several pages before speaking. “A. is best quality but will break the bank, B. is in the price range but has so many mixed reviews about the quality of items and service, and C. is a bit more pricy, the quality is supposedly good, but they also allow add-ons for a price which all together would still be cheaper than A. That’s the gist at least.” Shuichi took your notebook, examining your detailed notes, finding you gave a very, VERY generalized explanation. “Mind if I-” “Go ahead.” Shuichi then began going through with several highlighters, marking certain points before doing some research on his phone. You in the meantime, took out another notebook filled to the brim with odd jobs you could take on to add even just a little more to the budget.

“I’m going to help set up a fair downtown, think you could give me the notebook back by evening?” “Yeah, sounds good.” You left class, trotting down the stairs with a slight hop in your step. As you were approaching the front doors, that high pitched squealing stopped you in your tracks. Tenko. Taking a quick glance around you found exactly what you had expected. Your girlfriend saying no or telling the girl to back off and Tenko just refusing to budge. “Here we go again.” you mumbled to yourself, doing some quick light stretches before dashing in, sweeping Himiko off her feet, and carrying her away. “Oh, there you are. I was just about to summon you with one of my spells.” She pat you on the head. Despite hearing Tenko call after you her voice quickly faded away. There were certainly perks that came with being the Super High School Level Traceur, you could escape anyone with ease. Truthfully you were such an escape artiest Himiko thought at first you were a mage as well, specializing in teleportation spells, as she called it. Himiko would never admit it but she kind of liked Tenko bugging her because it meant you’d save the day, holding her closely, making her feel so safe and secure. She was always left in aw at the strange paths you’d take and seeing the world from angles not many others would even think to check. It was much like how Himiko had to work as a mage, seeing the world in a way others wouldn’t think of and twisting that to her advantage. That was also probably why you had basically become her unofficial assistant.

You leapt from fence to fence, dashing across roofs, sliding down trees, and balancing on railings till you had reached the dorms, slowing down, and placing Himiko down. “Sorry Himiko, but I gotta go now. See you tomorrow!” With that said you ran away. “Okay, bye.” A long, drawn out ‘nyeh’ escaped her, seeing you were running away again just as you had been doing so often as of late.

The pay wasn’t great, and not worth all the hard work, but even a single cent was worth it to you at this point. You knew how to be fit, how to plan out paths, but money was a constant struggle so you grew fearful of spending it, likely spending more than you had, but if it was for your girlfriend, you were going to collect as much money as you could, so even if you spent too much, you’d be closer to that amount! Even you were sore, but didn’t bother to stick around for the festivities, looking through your job book, remembering you had another one right after this. And on and on it went, late into the night. You shivered, the sweat dripping off you combined with the autumn wind left you absolutely freezing. “Just some stretches, then you can sleep” a mantra you kept chanting to yourself as you shuffled to your dorm room.

With a trembling hand you opened the door. “Huh? Himiko?” “Y/N, you don’t look good.” “Uh, yeah, just working, nothing too bad though. By the way, how did you get in here?” “It’s magic.” Then you heard “Nishishi” from the open window. “Okay, but why are you here?” “Hiding from Tenko, and you look so tired lately, so I want to help! Helping you is not a pain.” “Ah, you don’t have to fret over me! It’ll be fine and worth it!” You realized what you just said and wanting to quickly distract Himiko starting your stretches, asking Himiko for help by pulling on your arm.

“I’m so sorry for not getting back by evening, Shuichi! I forgot I had work!” “I-It’s fine. I just had more time to work. I took a look at some of the other things you were considering like decorations, I hope that’s alright.” “No, no, that helps so much, thank you!” You fell into your seat, skimming through the notebook, checking what Shuichi would recommend. That was till you heard Tenko, knowing that meant our girlfriend was arriving to class, so you immediately shut the book, a sharp snap sounding through the air as you did so before stuffing it into your satchel. “He-hey Himiko… You’re looking good as always.” You nervously chuckled thinking that was a close call. Thankfully it seemed your distraction was a success, her blushing and thanking you for the compliment. Then you were confused to hear an alarm on your phone going off. The only label it had was ‘job #11037’ “Oh shoot!” Taking your bag, you raced out the room. “Wait, Y/N!” But you were already gone. “It’s okay Himiko! I can keep you company! I can even be your pretend partn-” “Stop it.” She sighed, seeing you had disappeared from class again. “Geez, Himiko. Y/N has been doing this for months now. Do they ever do anything with you anymore? You know, you shouldn’t stick around if they aren’t treating you right.” “Shut up, you don’t know them.” Himiko simply marched past Tenko and sat at her seat.

You had many odd jobs and no break in-between. It was fine though, at least you were kinda adulting, working on finances, working, building a good reputation and gaining contacts was a bit exciting, albeit exhausting, especially so when your contacts recommended you for more jobs, which was good! But… You became dizzy from the mere thought of how much work you now had on your plate. “It’ll all be worth it in the end though!” Reminding yourself of that you got a pep in your step, forcing you to jog back to your dorm, wanting to get back faster so you could get more sleep.

Upon opening your dorm door your exhaustion and worry seemed to hit you all at once but seeing her waiting for you ignited a calming warmth in your breast. “Ah, Hey Himiko!” “There you are… Hyeh?” Himoko walked up to you, standing on your feet, on her tiptoes placing her hands on your cheeks. “You’re so pale, but you feel hot.” “O-oh? Really?” You staggered a bit, leaning against the door for balance, Himiko being so close throwing off your balance strangely. “I-I’m fine, really. “No. You’re not.” “Okay, maybe I’m a little under the weather, but I’ll be a-okay tomorrow! You’ll see!” “Hmm. I’ll use my magic to help you.” Then she hugged you before leading you to your bed. “With you around I’m sure I’ll be better!” You practically collapsed onto the bed as Himiko left to make you a hot drink.

…

It was… You felt awful. You knew you were awake but weren’t aware of much else. Your head throbbed and your body felt as if it were made of burning lead, so hot and heavy, suffocating even. You groaned, trying to get your bearings. You were… yeah you got to your room, Himiko said she’d make you a hot drink and… and what after that? Wait… what did you even do yesterday? You remembered seeing Himiko at the end of it all, but nothing else. It all kinda just… mixed and swirled together. It was so difficult to breathe, so you tried and managed to kick off the quilts and sheets. It didn’t help much, not even making you feel any cooler. You dragged your arm onto the nightstand, searching for your phone… You just knocked it onto the ground in the process. You momentarily screamed into your pillow frustrated at yourself before quickly stopping, that feeling like too much, making you lightheaded. You tried reaching over the bed but you couldn’t even touch the ground. You kept trying, constantly scooching over the edge before completely falling out of bed with a loud thud. You desperately held onto the ground, your whole world and vision spinning too quickly to know where exactly you were now.

“Y/N!” “Huh-Himiko?” You thought it was her, but your ears were muffled. You felt as if you were underwater. “Are you okay? You need to stay in bed, you’re still so hot.” Himiko helped you back onto the bed. At least in the process you got your phone. “… only twenty-three o’ four? Feels like I’ve been out longer.” “Umm…” Himiko sat beside you and was about to take your phone when you noticed there were many missed alarms. “I tried waking you up, but… you seem to be too powerful for my magic and you stayed asleep… for two days.” “… two days… Wait Two days!?” “Hold on!” Himiko couldn’t stop you as you hopped onto your feet, tumbling over before catching yourself on the table. You keeled over, holding your head in hand, feeling like it were being crushed by boulders. “Hey, slow down, okay? With my magic I can help you heal, but you’ve gotta keep still and rest.” Ignoring her words unintentionally, simply not noticing them, you flipped through your job book. You hummed just trying to focus on something so you could use your focus on other things like reading. Suddenly the book disappeared. “No, you’re not working. You need to sleep.” “I can work!” “You can’t.” “I’ll be fine!” “No, you won’t.” You noticed the book in Himiko’s hand and tried to reach for it, only to fall over in the process. “You are sick. You need to sleep.” You groaned and just followed the feeling you felt on your arm, which was just Himiko leading you to your bed. “H-hey, wait-” “No.” Before you knew it you were firmly tucked into bed. “You are going to sleep, and I’ll use my magic to help you.” You wanted to fight back, begging you body to move, but… Himiko had already cast her spell, curled up next to you, kind of cuddling with her on the quilt and you under it. Why did her calm presents have to be so calming you wondered. There was probably a better wording but before you could deliberate on that everything was already fading.

For the next while everything was very fuzzy, time holding little meaning to your sick self, sleeping on and off again, the only solid thing you could recall was Himiko being by our side, but that was about it. by the time you could think straight… you felt even worse, but not due to illness. You had lost all the jobs. You had thought about trying to explain what had happened to your contacts, but just disappearing out of nowhere when they were relying on you to get the jobs done. You had shattered any rapport you had with them so why would they listen to you, you didn’t even give them a warning. Now who were you supposed to use as reference for more work. You got stuck in a downward spiral trying to figure out what to do, with Himiko’s help. She suggested using her as a reference, but she was your girlfriend, if people found out they’d think she just had a bias for you. It seemed your health deteriorated exponentially after that, the stress just making everything worse. The Super High School Level nurse wound up having to look after you and you were stuck in the nurse’s office.

There you laid just… so frustrated with yourself, fixating on how you could have done better so you could be working now. You looked out the window seeing it was night. You should have been sleeping, but just couldn’t. Even if you couldn’t work any more, the very least you could do was simply plan with what you had and try your best to not go over budget. It was eerie to be in the school at night. You doubted this would be allowed, a student staying overnight at any other school, but this was Hope’s Peak High, anything goes really, so when you heard the door to the room being picked you weren’t surprised, but terrified nonetheless. Then you heard a voice. “Welcome one an all too…” Suddenly the door opened revealing an all to familiar figure dressed in mages’ garb as a checkered boy dashed away with lock picks in hand. “The Amazing Himiko’s magic show!” You simply stared for a moment before lightly chuckling to yourself, clapping.

And thus, the show began. There were many small, light fixtures, softly illuminating the room. The show lasted through the whole night. Kokichi occasionally popping in, making some silly comment and brought Himiko whatever props she needed. The pair together were quite the entertaining duo. You watched tentatively as Kokichi was sawed in half, Himiko leaping into a large tank only to somehow disappear, or when Himiko breathed fire, burning Kokichi’s clothes only for him to be wearing the exact same thing but in reverse colors. There was even a point where you and Himiko somehow flew around the room on a broomstick!  Even as the sun began to raise they didn’t stop, despite Kokichi’s playful complaining and Himiko just trying to get him back to work. It became a comedy show of sorts at times, but it was all so fun. The most fun you have had in a very long time. They only stopped when Himiko fell asleep in the middle of her magic. You had acted as her assistant for a long time, but… it was certainly something else to be her soul audience member. Her trying to find your smile alone, to make only you happy. You just felt so special and almost began to miss her. You had been working so much, then basically knocked out due to illness for so long you hardly spent time with her anymore. You wanted to celebrate her birthday as the greatest day in the world for her. You saw her as so amazing and you just wanted to try your best, but… maybe it would be okay to take a break for a while.

You spent you time just hanging out and going on dates. Thought you were planning all the while, her birthday still snuck up on you. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you and everyone else hid on the stage Himiko was to perform on next. You knew she was going to come here to check, and partying in such a large space was surely going to be a blast. The moment Himiko came through those doors you couldn’t resist racing up to her, hugging her as you spun in place, everyone wishing her a happy birthday. The entire place, even the audience’s seats were decorated, an array of Himiko’s favorite food spread out on endless tables, her favorite music blasting from the speakers, and games galore. “Wow, no wonder you were working so hard.” “Wait, you knew? How? Was it… was it that obvious?” Himiko hugged you back, patting you on the head. “It’s magic!” “Ah, I should have known.” After all that had happened, seeing such a bright smile from Himiko made all the trouble well worth it.

[thewritingstar]

Hi star,

Hi love. I’m sorry I made you cry with my angst. So because you are so nice, I’ll give you some fluff to fix the soul.

Fluffy greens because you deserve it 😘

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She had always thought her first kiss would be gross and clumsy....and it was. An awkward pressing of two lips from two people who knew nothing of what they were doing and definitely nothing about love.

But it was still good. She liked it. It was messy and kinda gross but she had a sense of pride when she gushed to her sisters that the boy of her dreams, Mitch of course, finally had the balls to kiss her at the age of fourteen.

Bubbles squeal was ear shattering and Blossom taped her mouth shut as she congratulated her on the experience. The red in her cheeks only died when she went to sleep.

She had thought she was doing it wrong but when she asked Mitch was he felt, the anwser was just as promising as her own.

“Good.” Simple. Short. They didn’t do romance or gushy stuff, they were fourteen and she had more bruises and scars than Bubbles had stickers....so many stickers.

She never believed the movies when the girl would gush about seeing stars and feeling light headed. The rainbows and fluffy bunnies didn’t come to mind with the press of a short kiss. Mitch was good. She was good.

And she was okay with that. And when they broke up a year later, it was fine. They weren’t weird about it, okay maybe the first month but the moment they went into high school, they had settled their differences if you can call it that and genuinely appreciated friendship more.

Throughout school she shared kisses three more times. One with a boy for four months and that was fine. Another with a guy during spin the bottle sophomore year and a behind the bleacher make out session with the best offense player on the other high school female basketball team, so it happened once but still nothing.

After four kisses from four different people she was now convinced that kissing just wasn’t her thing.

“Mm could be.” Blossom said she asked differently questions about the idea of kissing.

“It’s not like I don’t want to kiss anyone.” She rolled her eyes and hugged her knees to her chest. “It just doesn’t feel right.”

Bubbles braided her hair and patted her head. “Ya know sometimes you need the emotional connection for the spark. Not all relationships are based on physical attraction.” Of course the psychological point was being added but Buttercup listened and nodded.

“Maybe.”

And she graduated high school with a few more kisses here and there, mostly from party games and dates but the tingling feeling maybe was just from her being drunk as a minor or that she needed to pee.

In any case she didn’t despise kissing, she just, she didn’t know. In fact the only time kissing had ever been of any excitement was when she blew that RowdyRuff boy up and out of the sky before he returned and beat the living daylights out of her, just for a simple peak.

It felt weird to think about that. They had returned back in town during high school and hadn’t had much connection, other than him bothering her every fucking day in four of her classes.

They were buddies, besties, bffs as Bubbles would sing and she had never thought of him in any way other than that, at least not out loud.

“So we finally graduated.” He huffed as they sat on the roof top of the school. Everyone was getting ready for the graduation party of the century at Princess place and of course she was only invited because Bubbles had taken a liking to her....they were cute she couldn’t lie.

“Not surprised I did.” She said as she popped open a soda can. His shoulder pushed on hers.

“Fuck off.” He slightly laughed and it softened as the sun began to set.

“So college now.” She hummed and she was kinda dreading this. She was excited for the next chapter. She wanted to study sport medicine every since sophomore year and with a full ride on her basketball talents, it was becoming clearer everyday.

“Yep.” He popped the ‘P’.

“Have you decided which school?” She toyed with her shoe lace. He had three options, one was at her school and deep down she hopes he would pick that. College with the best freind? Yes please.

“Mostly leaning towards the one in Oregon, it’s full ride which is great for my part but the other ones are only half.”

Oh.

“Well that sucks.” She picked at the cement and took a sip of her drink.

“Well we still have summer to get all the shenanigans of the greens out of our system.” She laughed at this as she thought of the extend list of things they had planned and it some how made it sad.

Buttercup finished her soda before setting the empty can on the ground. “You know what’s stupid?” She asked and their shoulders were touching.

“Enlighten me.” He cooed and she shot him a glare.

“We nearly dated or talked to every single athlete in this school.”

“Yeah but we are both hotties with fine asses so I don’t see who wouldn’t want a piece.”

“Right.” Her voice trailed off. What was she doing? She could sense it in her stomach. That gut feeling tightening as she knew she wanted to do something bad. She got this way when she would steal a cookie from the jar or break one of Bubbles crayons.

Guilt? Not really. Sadness? A little.

“Well we never dated each other.” He had finished her thought and she shuttered.

Most people chimed in saying it was like they were already married. If Brick and Blossom were the old married couple and Princsss and Bubbles were the love sick fools while Boomer and Mitch were honeymoon babes then what were they?

Had he thought about them together? Did he sit on his bed awake in the night with sudden random flashes of them together? Them on dates and whispering things into her ears? No he couldn’t have right?

“Guess we haven’t.” She said and they sat staring at the sunset. Orange and pink mixing to yellow, pretty.

“Do you want too? Just to say we did?” He asked and she was already turned towards him and his eyes matched hers.

“Why the fuck not.” They both shrugged and it truly didn’t feel like a big deal.

“Aight.”

His hands pressed gently against her cheek. She had felt the blundering blow of them before and was a little surprise at how soft and delicate they were. She leaned into it and she watched as his eyes slightly narrowed. Almost like he was deep in thought.

His pupils were slightl wider and she was sure that hers were too. That warm sensation that rushed to her cheeks, blushing? Yeah that, she felt it in a flash and for a moment he looked at her in a way she had never felt anyone look her before.

The flashback of senior prom came when they jokingly shared a dance. It had turned slow at the last second and instead of turning away, he took her hand and swayed to the beat.

She had pressed her head against his chest, because her feet were killing her obviously but she listened as he softly sang the words to the song only so that she could hear.

The song was coming to an end and she had made the mistake of looking up at him because she saw the most beautiful shade of green she had ever seen. Quickly she had looked away b she wouldn’t forget the way he gazed upon her.

That look. The one where his eyes seemed brighter than normal was her favorite and it seemed like something was on the tip of his tongue. His cheeks were slightly puffed out with that small smile and the only time she had seen it was under the light of a shitty disco ball as he held her close and the idiots thought nothing of it.

But now she came back to now. Them sitting on a foot top, graduation robes and hats tossed behind them as the sunset was fading in the distant. The classic romance movie setting and she had been so blind to everything before.

“We are so stupid.” He whispered with a laugh as her lips parted and accepted his almost as of her life had depended on it.

It rivaled her other kisses. It wasn’t sloppy or messy, not strangely wet or gross. It felt...remarkable.

His lips fit to hers in a way no one hand before and she was desperate for more as she angled her head and kissed him deeper and more passionately.

Her arms went to his neck as she pulled him impossibly closer and she felt that turn of his lips into that wicked smirk she desperately loved.

Love. The sensation that makes you feel butterflies, maybe this was it.

And all those times she didn’t believe the movies and books, she needed to write an apology for all the times she doubt them.

The fireworks as his lips heated her skin. They sparkled a bright luminous green around them as if their powers blasted in the sky. The tender feeling that could only be described as a chocolate truffle melting on your tongue, weird but true.

He tasted like heaven and soda pop and she found herself hoping for the moment to never end.

He pulled away for air and she was left panting as she stared at him in a new light. Like one of those romance movies that show the halo glowing around the love of your life? Yeah she saw that oddly enough and by the enchanted look in his eye, he saw it too.

“We really are idiots.” She laughed for she was pulled into another kiss.

She owed Bubbles her savings. The emotional connection of pure trust. She never trusted someone like this and felt a connection on a deep level that ran through her veins. Everyone else was missing that spark. That dark green spark that shines brighter than a thousand suns.

She understood everything better. If everyone else was love sick puppies and star crossed lovers then they were the fools. The ones who didn’t see that the love they craved and dream of was always besides them, a pair of green eyes and a toothy grin.

“Well I think my college choice is made up.” He winked and she knew in her heart that the fireworks were just the beginning.

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I hope this mended your heart and was soft enough. 💕💕😊