#ONLY THE MOST HANDSOME TUNES FOR A HANDSOME DUDE (MYSELF)

[lightfeltmemories]

trouble trio sharing a partner.

characters include: feitan, phinks, shalnark

note: fun fact, this was left as a draft on my main for like over a year and i read over it and thought.... it would be better on here, but anyway, there's a lot of adult trio poly stuff, why not trouble trio? I have plans (just me announcing it, I already know it'll take years for me to actually go through with making said content) on making trouble trio content, fanfics and whatnot. so, here's a headcanon post about how the trouble trio would go with a polygamous relationship with the reader, nsfw themes will have a 🔞 on the side so look out! and when it comes to requesting anything similar to this..... no, i will not do the adult trio.

trigger warnings: yandere tendencies (but there's no actual yandere stuff like obsessiveness and whatever, most of it is just their normal way of showing affection), mentions of kidnapping, possessiveness, reader's eventual death, feitan carves his initials onto you because "you're his."

parts of this contain nsfw material, do not interact if you are a minor.

How It Starts

So, who are you? For them to actually even care about your existence, you would either have to be a part of the troupe or be someone they know way back from Meteor City, I highly doubt they would go heart eyes over some really stunning person they ran into on a mission or so, because looks aren't everything, right? A pretty girl, a handsome boy, or an attractive genderless person isn't gonna phase them in the slightest, unless you're powerful enough to woo them out their boots, other than that, the choices are; being apart of the troupe (which is the most likely case, since they have a chance of them all being with you more often) or you being a friend of theirs in meteor city and their feelings grew overtime.

Who would fall for your first? I'm honestly tied between Phinks and Shalnark, for Feitan it would take like 2 billion years for his crush to kick in since he isn't in tune with his more softer emotions (yet), Shalnark to me is.... odd... he seems like the type to fall for someone oh so easy but dude is like, the personified version of "don't judge a book by its cover," and the only thing Phinks got going for him is..... anger issues, so I'd go with Phinks on this one! of course when people (troupe members) ask him about his affections towards you, he denies them with the most obvious blush on his face, his infatuation isn't exactly that obvious but there are some hints like him wanting to be next to you more or even the two of you hanging out on your off days! next on the list: Shalnark, so how exactly would he fall for you? well, he'd probably get paired up with you more on missions and when he starts to hang out with you more he starts to feel himself grow fond of you more, and it slowly grows into a crush! kind of simple really. And finally after those 2 billion years are up, Feitan is up next! Everyone has this collective idea that if he realizes he has a crush on you, he'd do the opposite of his two counterparts; he'd want to avoid you so that the feelings won't grow stronger as he considers it a distraction, he may even contemplate on killing you, which is something I really hate to say since I feel like the idea is slightly far fetched for his character (i'm guilty of saying this myself but i considering the topic of that specific post i wanted to be dramatic) but I can see why people think this, killing you only goes if you aren't a member of the troupe but since you are, he'd have to deal with you, forcing himself to accept the fact as time goes by that he is in love with you, he's confused with his feelings when it comes to you, he isn't used to crushes, no one to him is that special for him to fall for, love is very sacred to him, it's something he and the others mentioned above haven't really experienced, and as it grows, he starts to form a soft spot for you as he gets to know you well, he starts to find parts of you that made him like you to begin with. (ik Feitan's is kinda longer than the others but I'm biased he's my fav).

How would they act around you? This was really hard to do for some reason but I already stated above that Phinks would hang out with you more and would be near you a lot, at first his affections towards you wouldn't be too different to how he acts towards others, for someone like him he's pretty good at hiding his infatuation, though over time he's starting to loose the "I have a crush on Y/N" allegations, the others would tease him a little for how he acts around you, he shows to have more sympathy and affection for you, like he's more handsy with you than everyone else, and is most definitely protective over you, he really is a girly girl, ain't he? Shalnark is a bit more happier when he's in your presence, he opens up with you way more than everyone else (when you two are alone ofc) and plays video games with you, he'll never give you a break and let you win though, he's just too good! (And competitive) May not be as protective as Phinks but he damn sure isn't gonna let you getting injured slide. Feitan once again is an interesting case, since he's come to terms with him being infatuated with you, the signs will be waaaay more subtle than Phinks', you would lowkey be left confused, like something tells you he likes you but you can't exactly prove he does, you're seen with him more often, he talks to you more, but in the beginning that's about it really, but overtime he gets more handsy with you like Phinks but not as much, he would most definitely tease you when he's in a good mood, giving you nicknames and such, and of course, very protective over you.

Confessing & Relationship

Finding out they all like you! When they start to see one of the other become more affectionate towards you, shit starts to get real, a scenario where Feitan sees you and Shalnark playing a newly released game, the both of you are so happy, laughing and all, and Feitan is hiding somewhere and just stares at the both of you, the worst scenarios are running through his mind, are they dating? do they like him? he wants to do something about it but can't because for one troupe members can't fight and two, he sees how happy you are, how can he ruin that? Another scenario is the old fashioned switcheroo where you and Feitan are getting a little too handsy with one another, he's got his hand on your thigh and your hand on his shoulder, Shalnark is now in Feitan's shoes, bad scenarios running through his brain thinking the two of you have a thing for each other, a part of him wants to step in but he can't. It's kind of subtle at first until everything starts to build up, they can see each other's jealousy seeping through, let's say Phinks was the one to save you from an attacker and Feitan wasn't quick enough, a glare is shot at Phinks' way as he sees the way he's holding you and reassuring you, and he catches it, he's confused, what the hell is going on? Another scenario where the troupe is having fun or whatnot and you and Shalnark are laughing about something a little too hard, he spots both Phinks and Feitan seething in jealousy, he's also confused! Until it all hits the three of them; they all like you!

Them finding out..... So, when they finally sit and conversate about the rising tensions between them to solve it, they come to the conclusion that you are the reason why, how will they go about this? They all have a goal in mind; a monogamous relationship with you, they are all trying their absolute hardest not to start anything between them, they were all on good terms until this very incident, they had no idea what to do about this, their own friends are crushing on the same person they want, and the tensions can only grow from here, and beyond this point things can go either north (good) or south (bad) really quickly. From here on out, they challenge themselves to impress you so that one of them finally gets you, an unspoken rule, until they realize that you like all three of them, and things grow extra confusing, they're happy because "yay they like me!" but also mad because "grrr they like him back!!" So everyone involved is kinda like.............. "omg??"

Poly? So, because everything came out, they all like you and you like all of them back, they're stuck here wondering how this will work, a polygamous relationship isn't even a thought to them because they just want to have you, and it may be one of your biggest fantasies, you eventually let it out that you want all of them at the same time and because of their confusion you would have to explain to them, they argue that it's not going to work well, since for one, they are all territorial when it comes to you, Feitan is most definitely the worst one since he's never exactly felt this feeling before and it's most likely his first crush and potential relationship, and since you're pretty special to him he doesn't want to lose you to someone else, in all honesty he'd probably kidnap you and hide you away from Phinks and Shalnark if you weren't apart of the troupe, so you can be his forever, yayyy, we love yanderes!!!! Phinks is in the middle, while yes he wants you to himself he doesn't want to admit that he would want to at least give it a chance, Shalnark is pretty chill, the idea of him having you to himself is nice also, but a polygamous relationship would probably solve all this conflict between them.

They Agree, so The Relationship Starts Here! So they decided that just for you, they would all agree to date you, of course at first this doesn't sit right with them since they want you to be with one of them, but they're also like... shit, I mean we all technically got what we wanted so we might as well make the best of it!

Small Miscellaneous Things

When they don't receive enough attention. Despite you all agreeing on a polygamous relationship, they all still get jealous whenever one is getting more attention than the other, when Phinks isn't receiving enough attention he gets more agitated, prone to more outbursts and will even straight up pull you away from the other, when Shalnark isn't receiving more attention, he would tap your shoulder or find ways to annoy you like hugging you or getting in your face, when Feitan isn't receiving more attention he finds ways to get yours by breaking something like a glass cup so that you can at least say a few words to him even if they aren't exactly the most kind, or staring at you for an ungodly amount of time to the point where you can physically feel his eyes on you, or like Phinks, will pull you away from the other so that you can be with him more.

🔞 What sex is like! Sex isn't too different from the usual, you can't really have group sex with them often since shit gets competitive real fast, they will go above and beyond to make you cum the hardest and scream the loudest, but when one or two of them so happens to be away, Feitan will make marks on your body to be territorial, so show the other two or to other people outside that he was the one who made that mark there, and it's even worse because he puts them in places that aren't exactly the easiest to cover, either it be a bite mark or a scar that spells out his initials. Shalnark will mark hickeys on your neck or will have photos of you having his cum dripping on your face or you laying beside him just completely slutted out and send them to the other two just for giggles, Phinks won't do anything outrageous (he can't you'll fucking die) but will have you wear his clothes afterwards to let the other two know when they get back who fucked them out ;).

Things start to get better! Overtime they start to realize that the petty fights over who gets to spend more time with you are meaningless, and that they all love you and you all love them, it takes them a while for them to come to these terms, but in the end, it gets better for the future, and everyone loves each other, movie nights aren't filled with who's chest you get to lay on anymore, sex isn't "who gets to make them cum harder" more, you don't feel as if you're some type of prized possession, you're now treated with actual respect and love and consideration, of course there's fights here and there like any other normal couple, but life is good.... for them anyway.

You were murdered! If they ever come into your house to find it ransacked, their first priority is to see if you're alright, they find your body laying in your room, devoid of all life, shit starts to get real, they never rest to look for the one who did this to you, since Shalnark has cameras hidden away around the house, it doesn't take long to find out who did it from hacking and such, and once they find them, it takes so much to not just rip their head to shreds and feed it to wild animals, Feitan wants to give them the worst of all of his tortures, and afterwards they die by their phinks blowing their head clean off their shoulders or shit maybe shalnark will do it.

[jacksjoke]

Hi hello, so I may have noticed that you appear to have taken an interest in be my favorite… and I myself am now… intrigued 🤔 (I mean with two of my three most favorite tumblrs watching it, how could I turn a blind eye) I was hoping that you might be so kind as to fill me in on what I’m missing out on by not watching this show currently. Thank you kindly -💖💕💖

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then there's this guy pisaeng who kawi is like 😠he's my enemy number one😠 bc he is soooo handsome and rich and popular🙈 but pisaeng actually is just some dude who is as unhappy with his life as kawi is! we-should-be-best-friend-boyfriends hijinks ensue.

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[dr-fetus]

{Yeah, I've got some extra veins, I've got some extra nerves \ I'm hoping one day acting cool will make me feel self assured}

A DR. FETUS TRACKLIST

1. The Tender Surrender - EAT BABIES?

2. Witness - Mindless Self Indulgence

3. Scott Pilgrim vs. the World Ruined a Whole Generation of Women - NEGATIVE XP

4. Enemy - Imagine Dragons

5. Hayloft II - Mother Mother

6. I Think I Really Really Hate You - NEGATIVE XP

7. Oh No! - Marina and the Diamonds

8. I Fuck Everything Up - Mom

GOOD FOR KINNIES, INTROJECTS, AND THE SOCIALLY INEPT

[BUT NOT ENDOGENIC SYSTEMS OR THEIR SUPPORTERS, EAT SHIT AND DIE]

[hearteyesbowen]

twenty-dollar baby ☆ ricky bowen

big red thinks that ricky’s lost his touch and isn’t as smooth as he used to be, so they make a bet to see who is right

warnings: swearing, kinda cliché, fluff

part I , part II , part III

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Big Red and Ricky were sitting at their usual lunch spot, staring at his now ex-girlfriend, Nini Salazar-Roberts. It had only been two weeks since school started again and Ricky was still angry at how Nini had moved on so fast. He believed that they were only on a break, just so he could wrap his head around the whole “I love you” drama.

“You know, the more you stare, the creepier you look.” Big Red teased, nudging his best friend.

“I’m so over Nini now. How could she just find a senior boyfriend so fast?” Ricky complained.

“You broke up with her, dude.”

“It was a pause!”

Ricky stopped himself from getting any louder. He ruffled his hair, trying to destress himself. He pushed his lunch tray to the side, clearly losing his appetite over his anger.

“I should move on, too. I’ll start dating again.” Ricky declared.

Red scoffed, “Good luck.”

Ricky snapped his head at Red, raising an eyebrow. “What does that mean?”

“It means you’ve lost your game. You were in a relationship for almost a year, how would you know how to get another girl?”

“You’re so supportive, you know that?”

Red rolled his eyes, pushing his tray away and sitting up. “I’ll bet you $20 that you can’t get another girlfriend in a week.”

“Excuse me?” Ricky asked in disbelief.

Red quickly scanned the cafeteria, looking for a girl that he can give to challenge Ricky. His eyes found you, sitting at a table in the center with your best friend Carlos. You were sitting extremely close with him as you he had his phone out to show you some videos.

Red smacked Ricky’s arm and pointed towards you, “I bet you can’t get Y/N to be your girlfriend.”

“What? No, I don’t want to be a dick. She’s super nice and literally in all my classes. Plus, I don’t need a bet to prove that I can get a girl.”

“You auditioned for a musical just to get Nini back and she’s still dating her new boyfriend and doesn’t even want to look at you.” Red pointed out.

Ricky sighed, staring at you from across the lunch area. Strands of your hair framed your face. Your head was laid on Carlos’ shoulder as you stared at his phone screen. Ricky never denied that you were pretty, in fact, he thought you were one of the most beautiful girls in the school. Everything about you captivated him, it was like you had him under this spell for the longest time.

You and Ricky shared almost every class with him. Only meeting at the end of your sophomore year, you both grew a treasured friendship. He would always try and get you to laugh during lessons, sometimes getting you both in trouble. If you were lucky, the teacher would let you two partner up for class projects. You thought he was cute, really cute. You never thought could like him, maybe because he didn’t seem like your type or that he had a girlfriend for a year. When they broke up during the summer, you made sure to check up on him whenever you could. He would ask you to hang out a majority of the time, so you grew even closer.

Ricky’s ego was building up, and maybe it was because his best friend was playing with his emotions, but he decided that he would take the bet. He knew he would have regretted this choice completely, but that’s a problem for later.

“Fine, in one week, I’ll get Y/N to be my girlfriend.”

Ricky and Red shook hands, finalizing their new deal.

➢➣ ➢➣

You rolled your eyes the more your teacher lectured minutes before the final bell rang. You rested your head on your chin, doodling swirls all over your notebook where your notes were supposed to be.

“Make sure you keep in touch with your partner, I’ll give you some class time tomorrow to finish the assignment.” Your teacher closed his textbook and walked to his desk as everyone packed their things.

You sat up and closed your notebook. You stuffed it inside your backpack, tuning out all of the noise of kids laughing and talking loudly. You took out your phone and your earphones, plugging them into your ears when you felt a small object hit your head. Your head looked to the floor where the item fell, and you found a tiny paper ball. You laughed and looked a few desks in front of you to your friend. Ricky was already staring at you, smiling to himself as he got up with his backpack and squeezed through the aisle to get to your seat.

“There wasn’t any other way for you to get my attention?” You wondered, picking up the ball and throwing it back at him.

Ricky laughed and kneeled in front of you, “I tried to call you but you ignored me. It’s your fault for sitting in the back.”

“No, it’s your fault for getting moved for distracting me from learning.” You teased.

The last bell of the day rang, making everyone in class shove each other out the door. You stood up with Ricky who grabbed your backpack for you, and you both headed out the class. He grabbed the door handle before you could and held it open, letting you pass through first.

You gave him a confused look, “Who let you be a gentleman today?”

Ricky’s mouth grew open in shock, “I can’t just be nice to my friend?”

“No, you’re a dick.”

“Wow, you and Red both make me feel so much better about myself.” He joked.

You walked down the staircase to the bottom floor. The theatre door was ahead, meaning you and Ricky had to part ways.

You tilted your head, “What did he tease you for this time?”

Ricky’s eyes widened, averting from yours. He scratched the back of his neck, “The usual.”

You laughed, said bye and started to walk away, assuming Ricky would just walked into rehearsal. Before you could take two steps away from him, he called for your attention.

“Y/N.”

You turned around on your heels, facing the anxious boy. He stood with his hands in his pockets, swaying back and forth on his feet. His mouth was open, as if trying to find what to say.

“Ricky?” You asked, stepping closer to him.

“What are you doing later?” His voice was soft, almost nervous.

“Nothing, why?”

“I have rehearsal for only an hour today, we’re ending early. Maybe I can pick you up and we can go out?”

You were now face-to-face with him. He had a timid smile, anticipating your response. You smiled brightly at him, easing his anxiousness.

“Are you asking me out on a date, Ricky Bowen?”

His lips grew wider, relieved of your reaction, “What if I am?”

“Then I would love to go on a date with you.”

Ricky sighed, making you giggle. He wrapped his large arms around your body for a tight hug. Your hands went around his neck as he lifted you off the floor for a few seconds. Once you were set back down, he checked the time on his phone.

“I’ll pick you up at 4:30?”

You stood on your toes to kiss his cheek lightly.

“Don’t be late.”

➢➣ ➢➣

Looking in the mirror, you finished checking yourself to make sure you were ready for your date. You finished fixing your hair, making sure it’s perfectly smooth.

You don’t know why you were so excited about going out on a date with Ricky. Sure, you thought he was cute, but you never thought of him that way. He was always really nice to you, and made sure you were ok after anything happened to you. Maybe it was because of how close you two got recently, but something felt different with him.

Ricky had sent you a text five minutes ago that he was on his way to pick you up, so you picked up your small purse and opened your bedroom door to leave.

“Y/N, Ricky is here for you!” Your mother called out from the living room.

You walked through the hall and saw Ricky in front of the door next to your mother, holding a small bouquet of red and yellow roses. He wasn’t dressed formal, just a light sweatshirt and jeans. You practically matched him, mostly because you didn’t know what his plans were for the date.

His eyes looked you up and down, his lips were parted slightly. “You look beautiful.”

You stood in front of him and smiled as he offered you the roses. “Thank you very much. You look handsome.”

His face grew pink, making your mom laugh behind you. “Remember what we talked about, alright?”

Ricky nodded his head furiously as he held your hand, “You can trust me.”

He sent a wink to your mother before he opened the door. You waved goodbye to her and closed the door behind you once you got out. You turned and saw Ricky’s small car parked in your driveway.

“Sorry it’s not some sports car, but I hope it will do.” He said nervously.

You laughed, “Anything will be fine. I’m just not sure what we’re doing today.”

Ricky opened your door for you, ushering you inside. You got in and watched as Ricky closed the door and ran around the car to his side and sat inside as wel.

“I’ve learned a thing or two about dates. Not sure if I’m any good at it yet but I’m learning. But I thought it would be nice if we go to the pier.”

“Like, the beach?”

“Yeah, why? You don’t like the beach?”

You scrunched up your nose and hid your face in shame. Ricky put his hand on your shoulder, his face in awe.

“How do you not like the beach?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Just never did.”

“I’ll try and make this the best date ever. We don’t even have to go near the sand, the pier is way more fun anyways.”

“Well this is a step up from any date I’ve been on.”

Ricky started the car, letting the engine run for a few minutes. Confused, he tilted his head towards you.

“What do you mean?”

Great, now you get to look like a loser in front of your date. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, clearing your throat and fixing your hair, a habit you developed when you get nervous.

Ricky put his hand on top of yours which rested on your lap. You faced him, a small grin on your face.

“Have you never been on a date before?” He wondered. You shook your head slowly. Your head grew hot from the embarrassment. “Am I your first ever date?”

“I feel pathetic now.”

“No, no, no, don’t feel that way” He promptly put his hand on your shoulder. “I promise to make this the best date you will ever go on.”

➢➣ ➢➣

The sun was already beginning to set by the time you both made it to the pier. The beach was tame, not many people were swimming, mostly families running around with each other in the sand or friends starting bonfires in the charcoal pits towards the center of the beach. The pier wasn’t as full, either. Other, older, couples were walking together, holding hands or dining together at the restaurants. It was fully lit with lamps on the sides of the fencing blocking you from the sand. Any other light came from the sun already dimming away.

You didn’t know what to focus on first. Everything about the atmosphere was so breathtaking. To think that you had never gone out to see beautiful spots like this was a crime.

Ricky made sure to hold your hand the entire way, keeping you from running off to the numerous sites that caught your attention. He couldn’t help but be amazed at how beautiful he thought you looked in front of him. It almost made him forget this wasn’t real.

You dragged Ricky to the edge of the pier, staring straight ahead at the ocean in front of you. The sun was barely showing anymore, and all the colors molded together from day to night. You stepped on the fence and leaned over, gazing down at the water below you. Ricky’s strong arms held you at your waist, preventing you from falling over.

“I’ve never seen anything like this, or anything this beautiful.” You awed, stepping down from the rail.

Ricky’s arms stayed wrapped around your body and nestled his head in your neck. “I can think of something.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and laughed as you turned around to face him. “You’re really cute.”

His eyes glanced at your lips the more you stared at each other in silence. Your hands rested on his shoulders as you leaned up hastily. Ricky followed your actions, his breath shaky.

Ricky’s loud ringtone interrupted your possible kiss, making him scrunch you his face in frustration.

“Sorry, I should have silenced my phone.” He apologized, bringing out his phone to see it was a call from Red.

You shook your head, laughing slightly, “It’s fine, answer it. I’ll be here.”

He was quick to kiss your cheek before answering his phone and taking two steps away from you. As much as you knew it would be rude, you were curious as to what Big Red could have called for. Fortunately, you could make out some of what he was saying through the phone, and all of Ricky’s responses.

“Yeah, I’m with Y/N. Why?”

You turned your head slightly, your attention fully in their conversation at the sound of your name.

“So is it going to happen tonight?”

“Dude, don’t say that. Be respectful, you dick.”

You laughed at the way Ricky and his friend fought. He struggled to hang up with Red. The look of impatience on his face grew more and more. Boys are so stupid.

Once he was finally able to hang up, he shoved his phone in his pocket and turned back to you.

“Do you want to get ice cream?” He offered, holding out his hand.

You walked up to him and held his hand, “I would love to.”

➢➣ ➢➣

The sun had already set completely, so the pier looked even more gorgeous. Lights coming from the inside of shops and restaurants lit up the walkway along with the lamps. Less people filled the area, most of them leaving to the sand.

You and Ricky had just bought your ice cream, almost finished with it immediately. Your plan was to go to the arcade. He challenged you to play against him in Guitar Hero, so you simply couldn’t back down. This night was far too perfect for you, it was almost like a dream.

Ricky, on the other hand, couldn’t keep steady. He bounced his leg or fumbled with his hands when they weren’t holding yours. It’s not like he wasn’t trying to take you out on a nice date, he wanted to make this as special as he could for you. He never truly realized how much he really did like you until now. You made him feel something he never felt when he was with Nini.

Ricky’s problem was that he was still lying to you. He didn’t ask you out because he has loved you since you two met, or at least that’s what he wished was the case. He wishes that he discovered this emotion towards you early, that it could have been different. He still made a bet, a $20 bet that was just useless at this point. But when would he tell you this is what aches him the most.

“I need to tell you something, Y/N.”

You stopped walking along the pier and stared at him confusingly while you threw away the spoon with your finished ice cream, “Is everything alright?”

He toyed with the spoon inside of his almost empty cup, not able to look at you. “I seriously need you to know something, but I’m really scared that you will hate me forever.”

You rubbed his arm soothingly, hoping he would look at you. When he did slowly move his head up to you, you gave him a soft smile.

“I could never be mad at you. Ricky. Especially after everything you have done for me tonight. You’re the nicest guy ever.”

His eyes saddened. His foot tapped rapidly along the wooden flooring, and his upper body looked as if he tensed up. One of his hands went to his eyes, rubbing his temples furiously.

“I just feel bad.” He mumbled, still covering half of his face.

“Why?” You wondered, feeling petrified of his tone.

Ricky lifted his head again from his hands and had a smirk displayed across his face. “I feel bad that I’m going to beat you at every single game in that arcade.”

Your whole body relaxed at his response. You let out a relieved laugh and picked up the spoon from his cup that had the smallest scoop of chocolate ice cream.

“Yeah, but at least I don’t have chocolate on my face.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “What do you mean?”

You gave a sinister grin as you took the spoon and smeared it on the top of his cheek and across his nose. You laughed and threw the utensil in the trash near you.

He groaned, throwing the cup away as well. He wiped his face with a napkin he had and eyed you down. “You’re going to get it.”

You bolted off immediately away from Ricky, who was still cleaning up his face from the chocolate. You went inside the arcade, knowing he would chase you down.

You ran around the children and teens playing in front of the large machines, hoping you would lose Ricky as quickly as possible. You tried to find something large to hide behind so you could watch out for him. Soon, you found a large basketball game that was set up on the side of the wall towards the back. You ran to the machine and ducked down, trying to see if you could spot him.

After a few short minutes of looking, you couldn’t find Ricky anywhere. You thought that maybe he just completely lost you. Well, he didn’t.

Once you stood up to try and get a better look around the area, a pair of strong hands grabbed you from behind and picked you up. You screamed, only to hear a familiar laugh from the person who grabbed at you.

“You aren’t good at hiding.” Ricky teased as he set you down.

You faced him, still being held in his arms and quickly greeted with his devilish smile. “Yeah, yeah, don’t get too cocky.”

“Sorry, loser.” He joked, bringing you closer to his body.

You decided to make the bold move and lean up to plant your lips on his. You held at his neck and stood up on your toes higher to meet his height. Ricky was completely shocked, but only for a second so he could kiss you back. Your lips molded together perfectly, making you feel warm. Although it was short, you didn’t think it was anything less than perfect.

You pulled away after a few seconds, and giggled at his peaceful face. His eyes stayed closed, along with a small smile.

“Wake me up when I’m done dreaming.” Ricky whispered.

You placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, making him open his eyes. He pecked your lips once more, making you giggle. You held his hand and led him to one of the games you ran past earlier.

As you both walked around, Ricky felt another buzz from his phone. He pulled it out of his pocket and checked the notification.

Big Red 🔥

Nini and EJ broke up, and I’m pretty sure it’s because of you.

A/N - we love a cliffhanger lol this is for sure going to be a longer series ( maybe not too long but longer than two parts ) . hope u guys like this one !! also i hope u guys are home , staying safe and healthy , and all that stuff cuz we’re not trying to spread and catch diseases ): love y’all xx

[galaxwrites]

That time Kaito (accidentally) seduced a dragon

Yugioh writing, this time.

crossposted on my AO3

A mix of Zexal and Arc-V

Ship: ...what's the ship name for Kaito x Shun? that's the one

Dungeons and Dragons AU!

Please, enjoy~

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The very way Yuto Sakaki was sitting on the throne radiated power, but... His face looked sorrowful. Kaito had seen plenty of sorrowful kings, but never one this...gloomy. Almost as if in mourning.

He did find it weird how there was no advisor or queen that sat besides him. The last time the pirate was in front of the king, he had the Kurosaki siblings at his side. But now...He was alone.

Yuma's voice snapped the pirate out of his thoughts, as the paladin spoke to the dark-robed king. "Your majesty, I am Yuma Tsukumo, Paladin of Ellipas. And me and my gang have a proposition for you."

The king raised an eyebrow. "What kind of proposition, and what is in it for my people?"

"Well, you may already know about your brothers and their kingdoms. And...The threat that Yuri's kingdom poses." Yuma stated. "We believe it'd be best to reunite the kingdoms into one. We've got King Yuya of the Kingdom of Flames on board. We want to continue with you."

Yuto rose from his throne, and walked up to the party of four. Kaito noted that his cape was...well, pretty long. "Reuniting the kingdoms would be vital to our survival, but if I am to get on board with this plan...I need something in return." He stopped right in front of Kaito. The pirate gulped. "My advisor and my queen, Kurosaki Shun and Ruri.. They've gone missing and I am assuming it has to do with the two dragons that have shown up at the edge of my territory. I wish for you to find them, and get rid of my little dragon problem."

Ryouga nodded. "Piece of cake."

The king only narrowed his eyes, at Kaito in particular. "You've been in my kingdom before, and caused quite a stir.. I don't trust you, Tenjou."

"I assure you, your highness, I won't cause that sort of trouble again." Kaito replied, having to physically stop himself from shaking by gripping his arm.

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Yuto had lead the group to a dark forest he called "Raptor's Hollow". It was thick and twisty and Kaito wondered how any creature could live here.

A distant roar, that steadily grew closer as the group pressed forward, was heard. One of the dragons, maybe.

It took about an hour of walking before the group had reached it-a large, dragon-made clearing. Stumps of wood and full trees were scattered around it. Two dragons sat in the middle, one roaring in pain and the other whimpering while trying to help the other.

The roaring one was much bigger than the other. Its scales a dark green, with a lighter teal underbelly and wings. Its gold eyes shimmered with a sort of familiarity.

The other was a deep purple, with hot pink eyes and pastel purple wings. A small ribbon was tied around its tail.

The bigger one lifted its snout, sniffed the air, and roared, heading straight towards the gang. Yuto and Kaito simply jumped out of the way, with Ryouga and Astral simply running.

But like always, Yuma was an idiot and froze up, getting rammed into a tree. He cried out in pain. "OW-"

"YUMA!!" Astral yelled, obviously concerned. The paladin flashed a thumbs up.

"I'm okay! I think I broke a few ribs but I'm okay!"

Kaito sighed. That's gonna be a Cure Wounds later. For now, he had a plan. A risky one, but when were his plans ever risk free?

He took his lute, and strummed a small tune, letting the spell he had prepared be cast on the dragon. The dragon tilted its head and looked at the bard, listening to the tune. Kaito continued to just...play. Not just for his spell, to to calm himself down as well. Playing music always seemed to help.

As his tune ended, the bard put his lute back, and held a hand out to the dragon. "Hello, there." He said. "Are you hurt?"

The dragon nodded, holding up its tail. A rather large bear trap was secured on it, and dark blood still steeped out of it. Kaito winced. The thing looked painful to even look at. But he nodded and walked over to the dragon's tail. He wasn't a formal healer, but he knew a thing or two about traps and how to get unstuck from them.

He barely even touched the trap when the dragon roared. He held out his hand again. "Easy, there." He said, softly. The dragon layed his head down next to Kaito, softly whimpering. Kaito placed his hand on his head. "Try and stay still."

The smaller dragon tilted its head in confusion as Kaito got to work. With all the strength he could muster, he opened up the bear trap. The dragon roared again and raised its tail, only for Kaito to push it back down. "Let me patch you up, first." He reached into his pack and took out two large rolls of gauze, and started wrapping it around the dragon's tail.

Meanwhile, Yuto turned to Ryouga. "Are your party members always like this?"

Ryouga nodded. "Sadly, yes."

"...I am deeply sorry for you."

The siren shrugged. "Eh, I'm used to it. Though Yuma's idiocy can be a bit much."

"I figured." Yuto said.

As that went on, Kaito finished wrapping the dragon's tail. "There. You should be good for now."

The dragon bowed his head in thanks, and made a sort of friendly growl.

"...I can't understand you, you know." Kaito stated, but he got an idea. "Hang on." With a snap of his fingers, he casted a spell; Speak With Animals. "Try now."

Thank you, kind stranger. The dragon said, in its growly voice. Who are you?

"My name is Kaito Tenjo, I'm the captain of the Starry-Eyed serpent." Kaito replied. "Part time bard. And your name?"

Kurosaki Shun. I was cursed to stay in this form until someone breaks the spell placed on me and my Sister.

Kaito raised an eyebrow. "And how do I do that?"

Shun shrugged. I've no idea myself..

The bard thought for a moment. What breaks curses?

....A kiss? That might work!

"...I have an idea, but I have to ask if it's alright for me to kiss you."

In the background, Ryouga mumbled "Of course he's suggesting that." Yuto facepalmed, and Yuma just weakly cheered Kaito on.

Shun tilted his head. ...Why?

"In some of the old fairy tales I've read, the curse is broken with a kiss." Kaito explained. "It might be the case here."

...Just do it then. I can't take this form any longer,

Kaito nodded, and pressed a kiss to Shun's snout. In a flash of dark magic, the dragon-just the one, the other who Kaito guessed was Ruri was just hugging Yuto at this point-seemed to shift into a young man who was just Kaito's type. Dark hair of green and turquoise, yellow eyes, and dressed almost like a classy vampire.

Needless to say, it was pretty much love at first sight.

"Thank you, Kaito." Shun said, with a smile. His voice was smooth and deep.

Kaito took a bow. "You're welcome, Sir Shun."

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After the incident, Yuto joined the alliance, and Shun joined the group. Turns out having a shapeshifting sorcerer as a teammate is a good idea. As night fell, the Starry-Eyed Serpent set sail once more, towards the Kingdom Of Winds. Kaito stood out on the main deck, the wind blowing in his coat. Most of the crew-minus Droite and Gauche- had gone to sleep. But, Kaito never slept. Not like he needed it, anyways.

As the moon and stars rose, Kaito held a hand up to one of the constellations. Gemini.

"Hang on, Gem." He whispered. "I'll find you.."

"What's all this about?" Shun asked, walking up behind Kaito.

The bard turned around, and smiled. "Shun. You need anything?"

The shapeshifter shrugged. "No, just...Couldn't sleep. Why you up?"

"I don't exactly need to sleep." Kaito stated, pointing at his pointy ears. "Just meditation every once in a while. Comes with being a half elf."

"Ah." Shun said. "...May I ask who Gem is?"

"...Gemini is one of my siblings." The bard stated. "Hart isn't my only one. We have ten others, and Gemini's one of them." Kaito explained. "...They'd be 15, today."

"...Did they die?" Shun asked.

Kaito shook his head. "No. Just...Father mistreated them and Virgo. So all of us ran away from him and...we somehow got separated. I'm still searching for them."

"What were they like?"

"Well, Gem's really bright and fun. They loved it when I sang. And Virgo was just really shy, but she got along well with basically everyone." Kaito said. "I miss them..."

"I know the feeling, dude." Shun said. "One time I lost Ruri, and I almost went insane trying to find her."

Kaito chuckled. "I can see it, I suppose."

"Yeah..." Shun gave a small laugh of his own. "One more question?"

"Yeah?"

"...Your siblings seemed to be named after the zodiacs, but you and Haruto aren't?"

"Oh, that. We chose these names to distance ourselves from our father." Kaito explained. "My real name is Sagittarius."

Shun smiled. "..Kaito fits you a bit better."

"I know, it does. Now I've got two questions of my own." Kaito stated. "One, mind calling me Kite? We're friends, now. You don't need to be so formal."

Shun nodded. "Sure, Kite. ..What's the second?"

Kaito-Kite-smiled. "....Is there anyone out there whom you like?"

The shapeshifter blushed. "..T-there's someone. Not s-sure if he reciprocates."

The pirate raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

"...W-well, it's you.." Shun confessed.

Though Kite kept his cool, he was screaming on the inside. This hottie liked him? WHAT THE HELL?

He took a deep breath, and calmed himself. "What if I said I liked you back?"

Shun's face gained a dusting of red. "...Wait, seriously?"

Kite nodded. "Why wouldn't I? You seem like a nice fellow, and it helps that you look positively handsome."

"I.. I m-mean... Oh fuck it." Shun grabbed Kite by the coat, and pulled him in for a kiss.

Kite blushed heavily, but...well, he kissed back. His arms wrapped around Shun's waist and pulled him close.

It wasn't anything big, it was just a kiss, but Kite, in that moment, felt utterly elated.

When the two had to pull away for air, he smiled. "Look at that. I seduced the dragon."

Shun huffed. "Yeah, yeah. Guess you did.."

[royalblue-star]

helpless- zuko

Pairing: Zuko x Raeder

Summary: This pic was based off of Helpless from the musical Hamilton! Zuko and the reader have been secretly engaged for a long time. And the secret starts to come out once the Gaang notices that reader is wearing an engagement ring.

(gif not mine)

"So (Y?N)," teased Sokka. "Who's the lucky man?"

His gaze was set on my ring finger, and I had forgotten to remove the ruby ring that Zuko gave me.

See, Zuko and I had been secretly dating for years now. My father and I had worked closely with the Fire Lord when the two of us met. We had only been dating for a year before his banishment, and even then we managed to keep our relationship strong. I would send him letters using one of my father's hawks, and he would reply as fast as he could. When he returned, our relationship became a little rocky. But when he found himself and asked me to escape with him, it began to blossom again. He knew of my hatred towards the war and of how poorly I was treated among other court members. This way, we wouldn't have to be apart any longer. He gave me a ring as a promise of the proposal once the war was over. But neither of us had actually told the rest of the Gaang about our relationship.

"Oh, I-'

"Is it some guy who works for the Fire nation?"

"No! He doesn't work for them!" I blushed, trying my best to not look at Zuko.

"How did you two meet? Oh! That must be an interesting story!" The water tribe boy exclaimed, gaining the attention of everyone else in the Gaang.

"What are you going on about Sokka?" questioned an exasperated Katara.

"Somethin' about (Y/N) being engaged," Toph said nonchalantly.

I sent the earthbender a glare she couldn't see. This was not how I intended to tell the group about Zuko and I. Honestly, I hadn't intended to tell them at all.

"Well, I could use a story." Aang chimed in, his eyes wide and full of an innocent curiosity.

"That's a good idea!" joked Zuko. "Why don't you tell us how you two met (Y/N)."

'Traitor.' I thought, glaring at the fire nation boy. He knew what he was doing. He was egging them on because it was me who was being questioned, not him. Oh, if it was him, he'd be singing a different tune.

"Well, we met a few years ago. The Fire Lord's advisors thought that it would be a great idea to hold an evening gathering, or party, for all the members of the court..."

~

"We are going to break so many hearts tonight!" exclaimed my sister, Angelica.

"You are, that's for sure." I grinned at her, looping my arm through hers.

"Shut up! Have you not seen yourself! You look gorgeous!"

The two of us made quite an entrance, entering the party. It seemed as if all the eyes in the room had turned toward us. I glanced over at my sister as we descended the steps. She looked as if she was glowing under the candlelit room. Her gown as a simmering gold that caught the light perfectly every time she moved. I chose to contrast her with a simple dark red gown. Hers had long gold sleeves, while mine had a thin pair of straps. Her dress was light, and mine was dark, a perfect way to reflect our personalities at a party. One sister living in the spotlight, while the other shies away in the corner.  

The room was beautiful. There were sets of golden tables and chairs around the outskirts of the room for people to sit and talk at. The center was completely cleared, and couples were dancing gracefully together. There were assorted tapestries hung around on the walls. Most of them barred the symbol of the fire nation while others had various designs on them.

"Come on, let's find somewhere to sit." I urged my sister, trying to stop her bounding off into the party. As soon as we found a table, however, she was off of my arm and racing towards the dance floor, grabbing some poor gentlemen along the way. I laughed as he quickly accepted his fate as my sister's current dance partner.

She seemed to light up the room, quite literally with that dress of hers. This was Angelica's scene, not mine. She was always the more adventurous one of the two of us. I admired her for that.

For most of the night, I sat back and watched Angelica entrance most of the room with her dazzling smile. Occasionally, I would talk to someone too, but it was mainly painful small talk about my father and his work.

"You are such a bore." my sister teased, plopping down into the chair next to me. "There must be someone here that is remotely interesting to talk to."

"No, there hasn't been-" My breath hitched. Across the room, someone new caught my eye. The crowd parted to reveal a tall, handsome young man. His golden eyes shined as they roamed the crowd. He held his head high, and he seemed to radiate a sort of calmness.

'What! (Y/N) what is it?" Angelica shook my arm furiously.

"This one's mine." I was at a loss for any other words, so instead, I just pointed at him.

I was so busy shamelessly staring at the mystery guy that I failed to notice my sweet sisters smirk. She suddenly stood up and, without a word, made her way over to the man.

My stomach twisted into knots. "Angelica! What are you doing?" I hissed, but it was too late. She was already across the room.

The two of them talked briefly, but it felt like forever. My heart started to sink, they looked as if they were getting along quite well. "It's okay, there are other guys here anyway," I mumbled to myself as I tore my gaze away from my sister and the mystery guy.

I couldn't help myself, I had to sneak another glance they're direction. And I was shocked to see the two arm-in-arm headed towards me. I stumbled slightly as I stood up to greet them.

"(Y/N) (L/N)," I greeted holding out my hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"(L/N)?" He questioned while bringing my outstretched hand to his lips.

"My sister," Angelica explained quickly.

"I think I finally see a good reason to attend this party." His gaze didn't leave mine.

"As do I."

~

"Are we ever going to learn this guy's name?" exclaimed Sokka. He earned an elbow in the ribs from Katara and multiple shushings from the rest of the group.

"Well, just because you said that and interrupted me; No, you will not be getting his name." The group collectively groaned on cue.

"What the heck Sokka!" shouted Toph, throwing a rock at his head. The two inevitably started bickering.

I glanced over at Zuko quickly. He was busy laughing quietly to himself, and the sight of it made my heart warm. It had been so long since I had seen him smile genuinely. It had been long since we had been able to be formally alone together, and I missed him.

I cleared my throat loudly, and all chaos that had broken out stopped abruptly.

"Thank you. So, from there.."

~

"How about we escape this place and walk around the palace?" Mystery guy asked, offering me his arm.

"That sounds lovely." Taking his arm, he guided me through the crowd and out into the courtyard. It was beautiful, the perfect night. The moon shone above us, illuminating everything in the surrounding area. It was gorgeous.

The two of us talked for hours about anything and everything. It felt nice to talk to someone new. He didn't expect me to be a certain way, he was just interested in me. For years the only people I had talked to were my sister, my father, and some of the other generals. I didn't have any friends, but that was the life of the general's daughter. My sister and I embodied the two different paths that were laid out for us to take. One was to be married off to a general's son, or learn the ways of war and participate in council meetings. There wasn't any time for me to do anything but assist my father in meetings and breath occasionally.

I learned that Mystery Guy and I weren't so different in that respect. It gave us a common ground to fall on and a mutual understanding of one another. He told me of his past and his dreams of the future. His eyes lit up as he spoke about his passions. It felt as if I was the first person that he had truly opened up to.

"Let's stop here." He gestured to a small pond in the middle of the courtyard. It was cute, but the turtle ducks were even cuter.

For a moment, we sat in comfortable silence while the cool air surrounded us. It was at that moment that I regretted wearing a sleeveless gown.

"Are you cold?" He asked, noticing my small shivers.

"A little, but it's alright," I assured, trying to suppress another shiver. He scooted closer to me and closed the space between us by wrapping his around my bare shoulders.

He pulled me into him ever-so-slightly and asked, "Is this alright?"

Unable to trust my words, I just nodded. He was so warm that I couldn't resist leaning into him. And I mean, he didn't exactly stop me. If anything, his grip tightened. I felt at home next to him. Like I had finally found peace. The moment felt so perfect, I never wanted it to end.

"Do you think we could stay like this forever?"

"I think we can certainly try."

That was all I needed to hear. I moved my head to look up at him, and apparently, he had the same idea. Our eyes locked and I felt a new sensation wash over me. He had managed to break down every single wall that I had built up with a single look into my eyes.

He delicately brought his hand up to the side of my face. "May I?"

"Yes," I breathed out. And the next thing I know, his lips have crashed into mine. The kiss was gentle. My arms threaded themselves around his neck, pulling us just the slightest bit closer.

"Wow," I said once we broke apart.

"Wow indeed." He replied. "(Y/N) I-, I don't know how to say this, I'm not that good with words. I just wanted to say that there's something about you. Something extraordinary. And I want to be with you! I know we just met, but it feels right."

I pressed my lips gently onto his. "I would love that."

~

"..And we've been together ever since." I finished. A chorus of "aws" was heard around the campfire, but one person was laughing. It was Zuko laughing, of course. Only he would laugh at me telling this story.

"Dude shut up!" Sokka hissed at the prince. "She just told us her love story and you're laughing!"

"Sorry," Zuko managed to get out between laughs. "it's just, you make me sound so sappy. We both know that's not what I said."

"Shut up!" I gasped. "You're just embarrassed that you are extremely sappy deep down."

"You're still wrong, love."

"Okay, so I might've exaggerated a little bit of what you said, but you still got all emotional!"

"You're a dork."

"Shut up, idiot!"

Ah, how I missed our bickering. Zuko was beaming at me. He knew that he had won that fight.

"Wait a minute, he's the one that you're engaged too!" Questioned a puzzled Katara.

My eyes widened. We really did just give ourselves away.

"Surprise?" I offered meekly.

"WHAT!" Screamed Sokka. "How! How come you never told us!"

"Because," said Zuko walking up behind me. "We never told anyone. It's always been a secret."

From his position behind me, Zuko wrapped his arms around my waist. Instinctively, I leaned into him.

"So you guys have been engaged this whole time, never told anyone, and the only explanation you offer is that your relationship has always been a secret??"

Zuko and I made eye contact and the twinkle in his eyes instantly told me his next move. "Bedtime?"

"Bedtime," I confirmed. And with that, the two of us took off running towards his tent, leaving the Gaang to yell at us to come back.

[readerinsertfanfiction]

Nemo, I would like to request a Faun!Keiji from you. What you want to write with it I will leave up to you as long as it's not angsty ^^ I hope this is gonna be fun. Love ya and thanks *heart emoji*

Oooh, Faun!Keiji, that actually suits him so stupidly well. Or what I have come to know about this dude. 

No angst for Mama! 💖💖💖

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Character: Keiji Maeda

Prompt: Fantasy AU!

A/N: I tried a new style here, a mixture of an unreliable narrator in the first pov and what I tried before with the God!Shingen story. Enjoy! 

Where there are old things there are stories to tell, the imagining of the youth of a tree that was struck by lightning and thought to be dead only to grow branches once more, or what of one bearing fruits in strange forms? Even by giving an object a name it is enough to give power to the tales shared and to be immortalised through tell from old to young. This story is no different, what with the belief that once the legends lived amongst us, only to be forgotten.

Let this be a cautionary tale, that not all are what it may seem. I was a mere child when it happened and even then I’m not sure what had happened and if it had been real. After all, the imagination of a child is a wild one and their fantasies endless. This doesn’t change much when one is a writer, for the borders between reality and fantasy seem to blur, just as their sources of inspiration come from the littlest things. Alas, let me continue my story of how I met a certain faun.

A faun, yes. To get to the point. Half man, half a goat. Mischievous creatures, truly, but captivating and charming despite the hairy stocky legs on which they stand upon. I’m quite undecided whether it is the music following them, or them following the music that makes them so amicable to the crowd, but that’s all I seem to remember clearly. The music that they played and they joined and danced to. And that is another thing about an artisan, for musicians are the same as authors, just as artists tend to be; alive in their heads and their dreams without a distinction of their own reality or where it starts and blurs.

It was this music that the young me heard one sunny day in which I found myself lost in the forest desperate to look for some twigs to burn in the fire. The adults often told us not to wander off too deeply into the treacherous dense tree mass, but when the days are pleasant and the berries numerous and the village dull, one seems to have an affinity for finding trouble. Added to it was the pleasant tune so cheerfully played that it could not be anything else but a little party and one quickly forgets caution in exchange for excitement.

Now quickly, just to add, I was not alone, certainly not. We children are always braver in a group, just like adults tend to be at their worst together. Just like you dear spectator, we are not much different despite our ages apart after all. But if you ask any of the cowards I called friends then today they would deny it. They will speak of a wandering vagabond who happened to play us a pretty tune instead, but they have not seen the hooves as I have. Yes, hooves in place of feet, how curious, isn’t?

So the day was sunny, with the berries sprouting freshly on the bushes we passed as we were gathering firewood in the forest and there he sat. A handsome lad near that big old tree we have today, but back then it was still a young sapling amongst many. Panflute in hands and a pretty tune to follow out of it. Captivating, trance-like for we couldn’t help but feel ourselves pulled by the sound and gather around the lad and it was only when we gathered around him that he stopped playing, as if he wanted us to be around.

Now, children, please remember that if a stranger in the forest ever asks you a question you’re best off not answering it with the truth. These mischievous creatures have a way around words and turning it against you. Don’t make promises and never give your name, or ask them for a favour or even express gratitude, for a debt to one of these creatures is a debt to the forest.

“What are you doing?” I asked, fairly innocent still and suspecting nothing yet.

“Growing the tree,” the faun had answered, now still a man in our eyes, for they have a way of hiding their legs, or at least to distract us from them. His answer most certainly did, for who had heard of growing a tree through song? Isn’t it always through the sun and water? We asked him that as well, but he refused to answer, perhaps because he knew that it involved a secret of nature and one does not share those secrets openly with strangers. Not when they use the trees to burn their fires and build their houses with. Not when whole forests disappear just like this disappeared leaving only this special tree underneath which I tell you the story.

Of course we were quite confused by this stranger. He had strange manners and sang foreign songs, but they captivated us, pulled us in. For little village children for whom the world was no larger than the borders of the village and some trees into the forest we didn’t know better than that to be our world. But the faun he had travelled and through song he would tell us. At first out of free will, giving us a sample of the dozens of stories he had to tell. For one must understand that for all their mischief these creatures are unable to lie. Later on, it came with little favours. Pieces of bread, some paper, new strings for his lute and eventually…

“How do we go on the same adventures as you?” We had asked him this to which the faun only had one answer:

“Follow me.”

And so we did. Or at least, the bravest of us did as some made excuses stating that our parents wouldn’t like that. Others had other reasons. Such as chores undone, or promises made to visit grandparents and the likes. He allowed those to leave, for the faun valued such obligations above anything else.

“If you want to see the world you will have to step out. If you want more you can live like me, just come out and join!”

In hindsight the trick is always obvious. But we didn’t know the rules of the game yet, or how these creatures tricked us into promises we could not get out of. None of us children realised other than that we knew we were bored of our little village and longed for an adventure outside. You can imagine what answer came from that boredom and what consequences there were.

With another song he led us away and on that we went on our greatest adventure. I met the elves, who are even trickier and may steal your name, but our faun protected us well from them. Though he did allow us some elvenbread. For it is said that elvenbread increases the lifespan so greatly you may be mistaken as immortal. It is the secret of their long lives and as children we wished for our days to extend forever. But there was another secret to the bread and the faun made us promise never to break that vow.

And there were also fairies who will hold onto a grudge for longer than a human lifetime if you don’t treat them or their flowers well. Remember, always be kind to flowers even when they’re not blooming, for there is something tending to them, just like the fruits they bear, or the dragonflies we see on the water on a hot summer day. Our faun protected us once more from these creatures, teaching us how to be kind to all what surrounds us and how song could help grow a sapling into a sturdy tree. By the time we were done exploring and had to return home it felt like decades had passed, though our hearts remained the same.

The adults said so as well when they finally managed to wake us up underneath this tree that had moved on from the sapling it started to be. Our appearances were still youthful, as if no day had passed and the faun had disappeared, but our souls had grown richer and more knowledgeable with all these wonders still lingering in our minds like a beautiful dream. And a dream it was indeed, for soon after many of us started to forget, thinking that it was indeed just a dream we happened to share. And the older we got the more we forgot. We forgot how to be kind, we forgot the elvenbread we had shared, we even cut down the trees that gave us shelter in our youths making room for more of us. We had forgotten what it was like to dream and to imagine and to maintain our youth.

The silence that fell after the story was an awkward one, the children staring at the now ancient tree rather uncomfortably before turning their eyes at the storyteller. “So, how old is this tree? And how old does that make you?”

You laugh at the honest question posed, looking up at the tree towering over you as you shrug. “Lost count, I suppose,” was your answer and none could make out if that was a joke, or the truth.

“And what happened to the faun, and the fairies and the elves?” This question was expected and once more you smiled as you looked up at the crown of the tree, lush and green, offering shelter and shade on this hot sunny day.

“Wandering around, growing trees,” you smiled widely at the unsatisfied faces of the children before you pushed yourself up, a deep breath escaping you, the simple move not so simple anymore as you gestured for one of the children to help you up. “I suppose,” you grunted, “he is still looking for some children to share the elvenbread with.”

With another wink you’re finally on your legs, the cane helping you along as a third leg to support yourself as you move on, ignoring the numerous questions the children had for you. If you remained to answer all, you would indeed stay underneath the tree for another eternity.

“A handsome young lad? Really?” a mischievous voice comes for you, and you chuckle at the flamboyant presence nearing into you, offering an arm in support. Red wild hair and a sunny smile beamed at you in a familiar way you had never forgotten, just like promised.

“Why so? I’m only faithfully relaying the account of my youth and what I perceived to be true,” came your answer as you leaned against the extended arm, grateful for the steady support it gave you.

“Ah, and I imagine that there is no bias involved?” Another tease and you pinch the arm you hold, earning a yelp from the man that had come to pick you up and return you to your little hut, the morning soon to be over just as story time had come to an end in the village.

“Most certainly, only a truth for I quite like what I see now as well.” This earned a blush from the man, who for some reason was not as accustomed to the compliments of man even after all these years.

“Will you tell us another story tomorrow?” one of the children piped up, catching up to the two of you with curious eyes and excitement written on their faces. You could only nod, glad for their enthusiasm as you pointed at the tree behind.

“Same place, same time?” you rang the question that had been asked of you all these years before and that satisfied them, little fists bumping into the air as they ran off in a flurry of giggles. Only one remained, a pensive young child that didn’t seem quite satisfied, but perhaps just a little too shy to ask what they wanted.

“Yes?” you encouraged them and the child looks down at the ground, their eyes roaming over the soil as if the answer could be found there.

“What’s the faun’s name?” they finally ask and your smile grows wider as you shake your head.

“That I cannot tell, you will have to ask him yourself.” Your answer was as mysterious as it was suggestive, a twinkle in your eye as you continued your way, leaving the child alone who stared after you and your chaperone in confusion.

Had the child paid attention to the footprints instead they would have noticed that there was only one pair of human feet, the other being hooves instead.

[wovenstarlight]

YWBK update: chapter 26 + liner notes

yesterday will be kinder has updated! you can read chapter 26 here, or start from the beginning here

as always, commentary below the cut

Yoojin🐉😊

watch this space....

In preparation for it, Han Hyunjae temporarily requisitions Yoojin’s laptop and combs through the internet looking for photos of the Hunters that he thinks his family should know about in advance. He goes down one too many internet rabbit-holes, takes way too many screenshots, transcribes a summary of the notes in his future diary, then painstakingly puts everything together into a neat little presentation for them.

picture HHJ reading his fifth article wondering where the sung family heir has disappeared to and being like 👁️👁️👁️👁️

had a little giggle to myself about “future diary” that phrasing was definitely on purpose. will exclusively be referring to it as this now

“Right,” he starts, clapping his hands together, after Yerim’s been sent off to play with Hohyoung.

LHH is so much of a background figure.... i want to see more of himself but he likes his privacy.... he’s got his girlfriend and his baby sister and yoojin who’s wormed his way into his good graces by way of Living In Same House but that’s kinda it....... he’s always lurking in the background instead of showing up on screen. come here hohyoung oppa i just wanna talk

Even if Yoojin’s right, Han Hyunjae still has to protest. [...] But he can’t keep it up when Jiyeon looks at him like that.

KJY has the world’s best Stern Mom Voice and Disappointed Mom Glare and to her great delight they work even on fellow adult HHJ. she will use this power For Evil

The other S-ranks are Moon Hyuna, leader of Breaker Guild, and Bak Mingyu of Hanshin Guild.

OK FOR THIS PART I STRAIGHT FORGOT ABOUT HANSHIN GUILD AND I WAS COUNTING UP ON MY FINGERS LIKE WAIT... IF YERIM WAS THE EIGHTH KOREAN S-RANK WHO WERE THE SEVEN BEFORE HER.... (for those curious they were 1. sung hyunjae, 2. han yoohyun, 3. moon hyuna, 4. song taewon, 5. bak mingyu of hanshin, 6. choi sukwon of MKC, and 7. yoon kyeongsoo of soodam. but. i forgot about the last three altogether.)

“Oh, blond guy,” Yoojin says, unimpressed. “Yeah, I’ve seen him on the news and stuff.”

Top 10 Funny Yoojin Moments (I JUST THINK IT’D BE REALLY FUNNY IF HAN “HAVE I MENTIONED IN THE LAST 5 MINUTES HOW HANDSOME SUNG HYUNJAE IS” YOOJIN DID NOT GIVE TWO SHITS ABOUT HIM IN THIS TIMELINE....)

Han Hyunjae takes a moment to double-check that he really doesn’t have Noise Resistance (L), and looks back in time to see Yoojin rubbing at his eyes and glaring at the screen. 

HEHEHE...... A SECRET TOOL THAT WILL HELP US LATER

“Hyunjae-yah,” Jiyeon says, looking at the photo of Sung Hyunjae on screen, “this man looks—” “LIKE A PIECE OF WHITE BREAD,” Yoojin bellows. [...] “HYUNG THINKS HE LOOKS GOOD? [...] Oh, god, he kinda does, [...] but like, in a trashy romance novel cover way.” [... Jiyeon] gives the computer screen an assessing once-over. “He looks like the models in cologne advertisements.”

this part of the chapter was planned waaaay back in august 2020 and i actually crowdfunded these descriptions from the s-class server dshblksjdfkblsdfb. the original suggestions (thanks to server members for these):

“bland whitie potato with a slap-on seme personality”

“tacky valentine’s day/mom’s cologne advertisement”

“the face of the dude on the cover of all my mom’s trashy romance novels”

and tbh HYJ does think he genuinely looks good but like, disgustingly good, you know... also Hyung Likes Him so [19 gun emojis]

also me handwaving moment of mild homophobia because like. jiyeon doesn’t know yet AND homophobia is a thing in this world BUT i don’t really wanna do, All That (we already did it with HYJ once), so.

“Do S-ranks get rich?” Yerim asks as she enters, because apparently everyone’s coming for his life today. Han Hyunjae closes his eyes and lies down on the bed while Yoohyun calls out an affirmation over his head. “Then I think— oh! He looks nice!” He cracks open an eye just in time to see her nod. “I think ahjussi should marry him for the eye candy and the money.” She beams very wide. Han Hyunjae closes his eyes again and tunes out the loud conversation going on around him. And wishes, not for the first time, that he’d picked literally any other name when he first got here.

yerim says gay rights cuz she’s like 12 rn and she straight up does not really care. but says it in, like, the most frustrating way possible.

sometimes you just need to lie down even as the world keeps throwing shit at you. just lie down and nap for a little bit. especially when the shit in question is the alias regret you had literally back in chapter one of your 25+ chapter story. this is gonna come back to bite you in the ass Very Fucking Soon babe!!!!

You Oh this is like the 17th one I got wrong I swear this course is trying to kill me

me, flicking on that EPSON brand projector,

(i have. been having a Time of it.)

[Yoojin🐉😊 called you (21:35)]

that’s minutes and seconds babey... you can pretty much guess the content of call from context :(

well, uh. most of call. some internal plot and Realizations happening right at the end of those 21 minutes, 35 seconds. namely:

Yoojin🐉❤️

:-)

or i dunno you can be my roommate and we can both leech off my rich and prosperous baby brother!

[extremely sad voice] heehoo... they... care each other....

YMW’s parents are kinda shit ngl. they care about him, but unfortunately, that does not show through in their care for him, ykwim? if they just paid attention to what he was actually talented at and encouraged him in his efforts.................

well, he wouldn’t have met HYJ in canon. but he would also have been a lot happier!! and YMW deserves to be happy!!!!!!!! YMW fucking rights!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You When you came with me to drop off Jihui’s standee. 

they finally remembered her name sjfbklsjdfbl

Yoojin🐉❤️ OH right i was talking to one of my new commissioners about their piece realized they were an old friend of hyung’s

HEEHOO.... HONKS MY LITTLE CLOWN NOSE yoojin forgot to ask about pronouns but that’s okay they’re figuring that stuff out still

Yoojin🐉❤️ it’s getting late the kids are going to bed i have to turn off the lights 

you can take the caregiver out the role of caregiving but he will still think of his baby siblings as his kids

Part of that is changing his behaviour. Hyunjae and Yoojin sit side by side and watch as Suk Simyeong gently coaches Yoohyun on how to interact with others and present a neutral, if not friendly, exterior.

[same voice as ingredience] neurodivergence.....

try and look them in the eye, or at least look somewhere on or near their face, if eye contact is too much

yoohyun, who’s the type to look people in the eye without blinking until they inevitably look away because then they don’t try that eye contact shit again later:

tbh i kinda made up shit for the Training In Formality section i don’t know shit about being Formal and Polite. hope i got it right :pensive:

“He’s not good with touch,” Hyunjae cuts in. [...] “Sorry,” [Yoojin] says apologetically to Suk Simyeong, crossing the room and gently pressing a hand against Yoohyun’s back. The kid slowly stops rocking and leans into the touch as he talks.

he’s not good with touch, Usually..... there are exceptions :-) every time i think about this being canon i go insane. wow. love and trust and faith.

Suk Simyeong nods understandingly, giving the closed door a considering look. “If that’s the case, perhaps he can take over part of the preparations,” he offers.

SSM who’s frothing at the mouth wanting to know more about this dude who apparently did some killer business deal with the head of Dungeon Task Force who all the dungeon people are gossiping about on their phone calls while they cart around unassuming A-rank businessmen: PLEEAAASEE fucking involve him PLEEEEASE make him involve himself in business with me

Still, Yoojin’s work is fairly repetitive and boring, so Hyunjae and the women pull out a pack of UNO cards from somewhere and start playing while he works, not paying much attention to either of the boys.

plugging my Han/Bak family playing UNO art here, please reblog like and subscribe,

He stares down at Yoohyun’s hair. Yoohyun’s wavy hair sits there judgmentally. Yoojin bemoans his budding career as a stylist and admits, “This… isn’t working.”

i’m sorry sweetie... hair isn’t your forte :( you can still do fashion if you try really hard

(fun fact about this whole scene, yoohyun not being able to straighten his hair until he could control flame resistance is Certified Canon!)

“No, shit, don’t get up.” Yoojin flaps his free hand at him distractedly. Hyunjae and his need to do everything himself, jeez. “I mean, like. The iron is not. Straightening.”

“hyunjae and his need to do everything” says the man who a few paragraphs ago wanted to be hair makeup clothing and management all in one

“Okay, but why is it not working, though? Is the iron not turned on?” Wow. Wow! Yoojin wonders suddenly if Yoohyun ever felt as homicidal towards him as Yoojin’s currently feeling towards his big brother. If he ever had, then it’s frankly stunning Yoojin’s survived as long as he did. “Do you think I’m stupid,” he snaps. “It’s plugged in.” “Yeah, but did you turn it on.” “You know what, why don’t you touch it and see?” Yoojin unplugs the straightening iron for a minute so that he can take it over to Hyunjae, presenting it to him with a flourish. The heat will hold on for the few seconds this takes. “Come on, touch it right now. I dare you.”

zmur put this into words better than i can, she described this part as “the feeling when elder siblings doubt your intelligence”--

“What if you used a regular iron. Like for clothes,” Hyunjae says, completely ignoring Yoohyun. Yoojin hums thoughtfully.

--and this part as “THEY ARE RIGHT TO DOUBT IT !”

“Killjoy,” Hyunjae mutters so only he and Yoojin can hear.

(should doubt your elder sibling’s intelligence too, once in a while. keep them on their toes.)

“HAN YOOHYUN YOU TAKE YOUR HAND OFF THAT RIGHT NOW,” Yoojin and Hyunjae and Jiyeon holler in perfect unison.

parental instinct for particular phrasings of commands

“Flame Resistance,” Yoohyun reads out. “S-rank.” It’s not heat resistance, but it’s pretty close, so it probably still applies.

hum hum the flame skill works on heat as well, huh

Yoojin’s watching Hyunjae idly when the flickers start up at the edge of his vision again. He blinks, rubbing his eyes idly, and looks back up in time to see, just for a split second— 

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE VISION PROBLEMS WAS IT? RUBBING HIS EYES WAS IT??

“Eh? It didn’t? I’ll… I’ll try it again, one second.” Nothing, for a second— but no, there is, pale flashes here and there. Yoojin shakes his head and blinks. They die down, then start up again. Fainter, this time. Why? 

gonna say this here because i accidentally set it up as a Thing there’s. there’s no reason. whether the message shows up or not is pretty much random error.

“Ahjussi has an L-rank skill?” Yerim demands. “That’s so cool!” Jiyeon and Yoohyun and Yoojin stare at Hyunjae in silence as he returns Yerim’s eager high-five. He cowers when he notices them.

these three are already so mad and they don’t know that between S and L there’s SS and SSS. they’re gonna be SOOOOO mad. anyway yerim remains the chillest in the room

“So, say you needed to cauterize a wound in an emergency, and you didn’t have access to healing items or Hunters. You could drop the Resistance there, set it on fire, and just… sear it shut.” Yoohyun blinks, an intrigued look coming into his eyes, and looks down at his own forearm. “That’s true, I could probably…” “Yeah, food for thought, I suppose.” “What the hell?!” Yerim yelps. “Though it’s up to you if you want to try it. I still think your hair is fine as is, we don’t have to—” “That’s horrifying,” Yoojin blurts. “No, I should know how. In case something happens like you said. How do I do it?” “Now hold on a second,” Jiyeon says, voice rapidly rising in pitch.

sometimes i think about how dungeon stuff made yoojin significantly more chill with violence and murder and self mutilation in some cases. and how he comments specifically (i think this might be in a slightly later chapter, possibly unreleased) that people like myeongwoo who don’t have those extra years of immersion in the dungeon culture still reject and avoid violence and killing whenever possible. really makes you think

anyway! i saved some extra commentary for those okay with spoilers. continue reading at your own risk. extra large warning in case you’re skilling

SPOILER WARNING FOR THE BELOW CONTENT!!!! IT DRAWS ON INFO FROM UNTRANSLATED CHAPTERS, POST-170S AT LEAST!

“How many of these people did you personally know?�� “Not many!” “So one, then,” Yoojin concludes. “You don’t know that!”

HE DIDN’T SAY THAT YOOJIN WAS RIGHT, THOUGH..............

“Why did you pick his name out of everyone’s! I thought you weren’t in touch with S-ranks. I thought you picked a friend’s name!”

:)

they wanted some kind of bedroom decoration for a family member, counting sheep or something, i forget 

a sheep, for a family member of one of han hyunjae’s old acquaintances, is it

[colossalsummer]

KOTLC book one READ ALONG part 2 of 5

I read the first Keeper of the Lost Cities book and annotated every page. Here are the highlights. (Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5)

Chapter 11

Tiergan: “I’ll see you Tuesday.” This is a weird thing to focus on, but… they have a seven day week like we do?

Soooo okay okay okay why are they giving her a top-level education gratis? Do they plan to use her once she graduates? Nothing in life is free.

Sophie: “What am I supposed to tell my family? They’re not going to let me disappear every day with no explanation.” Alden: “About that, Sophie. You and I need to have a talk.” OH-HO the truth come out

The sorrow in his eyes made her feel like she’d swallowed something slimy. Clearly, it wasn’t going to be a pleasant conversation. Ah—so this is a kidnapping. Cool.

Her registry pendant, Della explained. Everyone had to wear one, so they could be easily found. Oh so a collar. I’ll be ditching that come time for the revolution

Sophie: “But… why does anyone work, then—if they already have money?” Della: “What else would we do with our time?” Sophie: “I don’t know. Something fun?” Della: “Work is fun.” Spoken like somebody who’s never worked retail on Black Friday. Some work is dangerous and boring. Who’s doing that stuff?

Chapter 12

Alden: “Now that the Council knows you exist, they’ve ordered that you move here. Effective immediately.” Oh, I see. A kidnapping.

She didn’t belong in the human world, and she was tired of pretending she did. It feels a little messed up for all these elves to keep insisting that she doesn’t belong with humans. She probably won’t feel like she totally belongs with elves, either, and then she won’t feel like she fits in anywhere. Y’all gonna give this child a complex.

Sophie: “You’re going to kill me off?” Alden: “As far as your family and the rest of the humans are concerned… yes.” IT IS A KIDNAPPING

Chapter 13

Sophie: “I drugged my family.” Fitz: “You did the right thing.” Sophie: “It doesn’t feel like the right thing.” HELLO *looking around fandom* ARE WE ALL SEEING THIS??

To be honest I don’t have a lot of notes for this chapter because it was just so heartbreaking and distressing. Like I have one note at the end of the chapter and all it says is “oof”

Someone protect this child

Chapter 14

Alden: “Fitz can help you get settled in here while we’re gone.” Sophie: “Here? I’ll be living here?” Sweetie, Fitz can’t be your step-brother ’cause then there won’t be a love triangle

Elwin: “Whoa, that is some serious damage. It’s not permanent… And it’s not your fault. Toxic food, toxic water, toxic air.” Fluoride, smallpox vaccinations, 5G…

Elwin: “Now, try not to let this worry you, but your body needs a major detox. We’ll start with these.” …My essential oils

Chapter 15

Alden: They run an animal preserve at Havenfield, so they always have all kinds of exciting things going on.” COOOL

“We’ve even had to collect endangered species—gorillas, lions, mammoths—”  YES THANK YOU SHANNON

“Grady and Edaline train the animals to be vegetarians by feeding them gnomish produce; that way they won’t hunt one another once they’re moved to the Sanctuary.” mmm good luck obligate carnivores

“Another roar interrupted their conversation. Whatever it was sounded like it wasn’t happy about its new diet plan.” It is dying slowly because it can’t produce its own taurine but OK

Hopefully elf veggies are different than earth veggies. That’s just what I’m going to keep telling myself.

The path lead to a wide meadow, where gnomes were using thick ropes to lasso what looked like a giant lizard covered in neon green feathers. UNNH YES I DON’T DESERVE THIS

Also no wonder nobility work for fun, they got gnomes out here doin’ the dangerous jobs

I’m not going to bore you with my breakdown of this dinosaur reconstruction but as a person who worked in a museum as a paleontology educator these bits are the most exciting parts of the book for me. I rate this tyrannosaur 6/10 for scientific accuracy and 10/10 for handsomeness. Shannon Messenger gets 20/10 for popularizing feathered theropods.

…she couldn’t decide if he reminded her more of James Bond or Robin Hood—which felt wrong. He was so unlike her chubby, balding dad she wasn’t sure how to relate. Sophie, meet your new, hotter dad.

Chapter 16

At Sophie’s nod she conjured up a bowl of orange glop and a spoon. Why do elves eat so much goo? This whole time it’s been nothing but goo

Della: “Our world is ‘talent-based’.” AH-HA

Sophie: “Seems kind of unfair.” Yeah, who decides which talents matter and which don’t?

“Get ready to add the amarallitine, Dex.” Oh, I’ve heard of YOU

Grady: “I wouldn’t be surprised if he pushes for you to get transferred to Exillium—and let’s just say it’s somewhere you don’t want to go.” Oh, so there are BAD schools… it all comes together…

So if Edaline and Juline are sisters, is Dex like Sophie’s foster cousin?

Chapter 17

Dex: “The Leapmaster 500. You’re lucky. My parents aren’t nobility, so they’re only authorized to have the 250—it’s missing tons of cool places.” Like bad Netflix. I don’t love that this society limits where poor people can go.

Dame Alina: “First and foremost, whoever put the reekrod in my desk over the weekend will—It’s not funny!” *the camera slowly zooms in on Dex*

A spotlight focused on Sophie. Well, first day ruined. Only took fifteen minutes.

Her name hissed around the room like a viper’s nest. “Ssssssophie.” 

Stina: “You left it open, idiot. I guess remembering to close doors is too hard for the son of a bad match to remember.” Ah wonderful, eugenics. I love elf school

Chapter 18

“Mastering all the elements is one of the steps toward entering the nobility.” Everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked

“Dude.” Is this a human-obsessed thing or is there straight-up an elvish word for dude

Sophie: “What exactly is a ‘bad match’?” Marella: “A couple that was ruled genetically incompatible. Usually that means their kids will be inferior.” THERE ARE SCREENINGS??

Sophie: “What’s Exillium?” Marella: “The school where they send the hopeless cases.” Yep I want to go there

Chapter 19

Telepaths were in high demand. Once she’d proven trustworthy, she’d receive assignments from the Council. OH OKAY so they send her to wizard school and when she graduates they don’t miss a beat, just scoop her on up and enlist her

If a prodigy hadn’t manifested by Level Four, they might be expelled—and even if they stayed at Foxfire, they couldn’t take the elite levels, which meant they’d never be nobility. Most ended up working class.

But once again it didn’t escape her notice that Grady avoided telling her what his special ability was. It couldn’t be something bad. Could it? The man has dinosaurs so if he was going to do something bad I feel like he’d have done it already

Chapter 20

Sophie: “Prentice?” Marella: “Yeah. He was this supertalented Telepath, but he got exiled like twelve years ago.” Oh as old as I am hm how interesting go onnn…

Lady Galvin: “Don’t you know anything about alchemy?” FFFF that’s why I’m HERE you old BAG

Lady Galvin: “Dame Alina probably thinks this is funny, forcing me to teach such basic serums. Well, I won’t have it.” You know, you aren’t getting paid, you can quit. I don’t mind.

“I’m Keefe.” Will this bad boy help us lead the resistance?

Keefe: “Did you do any damage?” Sophie: “Only her cape.” Keefe: “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Do you have any idea how epic that is?” I really like this lil anarchist.

Keefe: “Destroyed Galvin’s cape.” Elwin: “Wish I could’ve seen that!” I’m recruiting this man for the rebellion. Keefe and Elwin get sorted in the Chaotic Good pile for the day of reckoning.

Stay tuned for Part 3.

[mahalkitajohnnysuh]

Conflicted

So, I never thought that it would come to this. I do not tolerate this action due to family history, but I don’t know what came over me. Maybe I was overpowered by this guy’s charms that I just had to write something like this. 

To know more what I’m talking about, read on. I won’t even give a summary because I want you guys to know what’s up with this. 

And here’s the devil, erm, Jeong Jaehyun looking like a full-course meal even if he’s just serving face to hype you up. 

Mahal ko kayong lahat! :) 

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POV: 2nd person still. 

Word count: 1,900 + words 

Genre: Romance, with a dash of fluff and a bit of angst. A well-balanced meal, if I should say so myself. 

Warning: Read until the bottom of this page, and you’ll get what you’re going to read, maybe next post or some other time. 

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You felt conflicted whenever Jaehyun was near you.

Although he was your boyfriend’s ex-roommate, there were times that he would hang out at your apartment to catch up with him.

After all, they used to work together as radio DJs. They had a nightly program that you always tuned to before. You and Johnny were still best friends then, and you know you would be frustrated if he still had his program now that you’re together. You two won’t have the time to cuddle, because he would be working and you would wake up with him asleep on the couch.

As you watched Johnny and Jaehyun converse at the dining table, you couldn’t help but observe the younger guy. He was a Disney prince in real life – creamy white skin, immaculately dressed, and with great hair to boot. He also had a beautiful voice that everyone, regardless of age and gender, would fall for.

Those reasons made you feel weird because you’re already in a relationship with one of the most handsome men you know, but at the same time, you couldn’t keep your eyes off him sometimes.

Why am I even thinking of this? You thought as you tied your hair up in a bun to focus on your sideline. It has been a hot minute since you edited textbooks, and sometimes they amused you because some manuscripts contained hilarious content from idiotic authors.

You were already halfway editing the textbook when you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned around to see Jaehyun, smiling with his adorable dimples on display.

“Hi Essie, it’s time to eat,” he said gently before he went back to the dining table. You followed suit since you didn’t say no to an invitation to eat. You saw that the guys prepared Korean barbecue, which you have been craving as of late.

“Wow, samgyupsal! I missed this!” You cooed, eyeing all the side dishes that you haven’t eaten in months. “I know you’ve been craving for this, baby. I hear you looking for samgyupsal in your sleep,” Johnny said, eliciting a chuckle from Jaehyun.

You glared at your boyfriend who just gave you a heart sign and winked when you raised your fist at him. Your guest was laughing at your interaction, entertained how one of his best friends bantered with his girlfriend.

As the three of you dug in, you talked about everything – from the weather, your music playlists (to be honest, you liked Jaehyun’s taste more than Johnny’s), your upcoming plans, and even your relationships.

“Uh, can someone please pass me the kimchi?” You asked, your hand trying to reach the bowl of said food across the table. It was Jaehyun who handed you the bowl, and you almost dropped it when your fingers touched.

“Sorry,” you both muttered, giving timid looks at each other. Johnny noticed your interaction and raised his eyebrows.

“Babe, what’s this? You’re shy of Jeong Jaehyun?” He asked, even stamping his feet for effect. You could tell that he was both curious and annoyed – curious that you felt that way and annoyed that maybe your feelings for him weren’t that strong as he thought.  

“B-but…” you started, your eyes meeting Jaehyun’s for a moment before you turned to your boyfriend. “He’s too handsome, just like you…” Your voice was so soft that you felt you were the only one who heard it.

There was a moment of silence before Jaehyun cleared his throat. You and Johnny looked at him, which made him flustered. His ears were practically red now.  

“Baby, I know he’s too handsome for this world, but I hope you’re not falling for him,” Johnny said monotonously, trying his best not to sound jealous.

On your part, you appreciated his honesty. That was one of the things you loved about him – his brutally frank comments helped you with your problems most of the time.

However, you also enjoyed how he seemed jealous of your budding crush on his friend, who now covered his face with his hands. “Please stop looking at me,” Jaehyun mumbled while peeking from the small spaces in between his fingers.

“Of course not, darling! You’re still my number one,” your attention was directed to Johnny this time, “but I have to be honest that Jaehyun is such a stunner that I can’t help but look at him sometimes,” you ended by taking a glance at the guy on your right.

The nerve of this guy to wink at you at this moment! You felt your body heat up at this, and you clenched your utensils tightly to fight it off.

“Jaaaaay! Don’t make her fall in love with you! She should be in love with me, and only me!” Johnny was whining like a baby, and the tension that enveloped the table earlier vanished.

You and Jaehyun laughed at how the 6-footer was acting. “Don’t worry, she won’t. Right, Essie? You’ll try your best not to fall in love with me?” The prince-like guy gave you another wink again and blew you a brief kiss.

You laughed in return, flushing red at the attention you were getting. “Hey, you’re totally trying to steal her from me!” Johnny quipped, whose long arm grabbed your wrist so you can focus your attention on him.

“I’m the only one you love, right?” He changed his voice to a sultry one and he gave you The Look. You felt your heart flutter and your insides became warmer. Ah, he still got you every time he did that.

“Yes, honey,” you murmured, shyly looking at his face. “You’re the one that I love.”

Jaehyun began to sing Shania Twain’s ‘You’re Still The One’, and Johnny followed suit. Then all of you sang the song until the end and burst into laughter at how funny (and flirty) you felt for the past few minutes.

After eating, Johnny had to take care of some errands, leaving you and Jaehyun alone in the apartment. “Don’t you even dare, Jeong Yoon-oh,” your boyfriend threatened, which you and your companion did not take seriously. “Don’t try to do anything to my girl,” were his last words before he left the house.

\\\

If there was one word to describe your situation after Johnny left, it was awkward.

You were seated on the end of the couch with a pillow on your stomach as you busily scrolled through your social media feed. On the opposite end was Jaehyun, who was also doing the same.

You could hear the videos he was playing, and you bet he could hear you mutter something under your breath. That was one quirk of yours whenever you scrolled through your Twitter feed – you had to comment on people’s tweets audibly first before responding to them on the app.

“You’re such a hoe, bitch,” you mumbled as you also typed it as your response. You were commenting on Ten’s latest post, which was an outtake on one of his shoots. He looked like a Renaissance painting that came to life with his velvet suit, silk ruffled shirt, and jeweled shoes.

“Who’s a hoe, Essie?” Jaehyun asked, melting you with his stare.

“It’s definitely not you!” You responded, cheeks red from embarrassment. You didn’t mean for him to hear your comment – you made a mental note to correct your quirk, so people don’t question you.

He laughed at your reaction and moved closer to where you were seated. “Then who are you calling a hoe then?”

You leaned back against the couch, hoping that there will be more space you could back out into. “It’s only Ten that I call as such, and it’s our thing,” you said, raising your phone to your face to cover how flushed it was.

“Really? You and Ten have a thing? Does Johnny know of this?” With every word he spoke, he moved closer to you.

“Not like that, dude! Ten’s one of my closest friends now. And you know he won't do something that will make Johnny angry, right?”

This stopped Jaehyun from approaching you, and it was his time to lean back on the sofa. “Oh, is that so?” he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

When you thought that he was done from crawling toward you, he surprised you when he wrapped his arms around your waist.

You squealed as he tickled you on the sides, on your knee, and his hands crept up on your neck.

“Jaaaaaay! Stop that!” You said in between panting, getting tired from laughing. You were pushing him away, but he easily overpowered you with his strength.

“No, Essie, I don’t want to! Say the magic word,” he said while staring at you with all his might.

Time slowed, and you took in how intent he was on making you say the magic word – what was it, anyway?

“Please?” You breathed, returning the stare he gave you. “Please, darling,” you tried again, your voice breathier than usual.

He loosened his hold on you, but he didn’t let go. “Do I need to repeat myself?” You asked, your hands ready to untangle yourself from him.

“Darling, you make me feel conflicted,” he said with the most painful expression on his face. It was a mixture of sadness and struggle, a combination that was indeed painful to see on anyone.

“Are you for real, Jaehyun?” You raised an eyebrow, hoping it masked how shocked you were with his words. You hoped you sounded scandalized to make him stop what he was doing.

“Essie, I like you. A lot. It pains me that I was never able to make a move on you first,” he said, tilting his body toward yours. He now had a loving expression on his face, making your heart melt.

“But why now?” You could feel the tears pooling at the corner of your eyes.

Come to think of it, Jaehyun was always nice when you hung out with Johnny before. He never teased you – he was actually very sweet and was always on your side. There were times he held your hand, and you let him since you two were good friends.

And how could you forget that he used to kiss your cheek every time you said your farewell? It was not just your cheeks touching – he really pressed his lips lightly on your cheek.

But best friends trump good friends, and eventually, you weren’t able to maintain your closeness once you spent more time with Johnny instead.

“I’m sorry, Essie. I don’t know what to do,” he slowly unhooked his arms on you, “I’m such a fool for coming here. Now I’m confused,” he ran his hands through his hair and looked distressed.

“I’m sorry too, Jay. But if you must know, I like you a lot too,” you said while fiddling with your thumbs.

“Essie, you’re making me more confused,” He sounded annoyed now. “I don’t want to ruin your relationship with John, I know how much he loves you.”

“But does he know that you…like me too?” As much as it made you cringe, you just had to ask him that.

His answer surprised you. “He doesn’t, and I intend to keep it that way.”

This was a plot twist that made your love life more complicated – even though you already have Johnny, you had Mark trying his best to woo you, and now Jaehyun has joined ‘the group chat’, as the kids would say.

“So, what do you plan to do then?” The question came out of your mouth without any thinking, which you now regret.

“Do you want to sin with me?” The way he delivered it sent shivers down your spine. It felt as if you were talking to the devil, only he was clad in a sweater and black jeans.

From that day until the following week, you and Jaehyun had your trysts.

–––

FIN

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Sympathy for the Devil

Smoke swirled together, pouring out of a crack in the floor and curling against the boundaries of the summoning circle. Stiles was transfixed, horrified, in awe as the smoke rose and folded in on itself, began to coalesce into a shape that took too long to become recognizable. A man stood before Stiles. That black smoke poured from his eyes and his skin was black as pitch, cracked and charred. Lean arms tapering down to claw-tipped hands stretched, and Stiles heard the sickening crack and pop of settling bones and joints.

Stiles swallowed thickly. The man—demon?—looked at him, head tilted like a bird.

“Your pronunciation is off,” he said. His voice was smooth as sin and Stiles almost swooned, did drop the ancient—flesh-bound—tome on the basement floor. 

“Um…” Stiles swallowed again, cleared his throat. “Who are you?” A cruel smirk curled the demon’s lips. His teeth were a shock of pearl white against his charred skin, and disturbingly sharp. They gleamed like daggers in the fire light. 

“I have many names,” the man said vaguely. 

“Oh my God.”

“Not quite, but close.” 

What have I gotten myself into? “You’re a demon.”

“Closer.” The demon put his hand up against the barrier, unable to cross. He didn’t seem to be too concerned, watched Stiles curiously as the human began to pace. “It’s rude to bind someone, you know.”

“Oh hell no, don’t even start, Satan.” The demon bristled, but didn’t refute him. “There is no way I am letting you out of there.” 

“Really? Not for anything?” He leaned forward, voice like a serpentine hiss to match the forked tongue behind his teeth. “Are you sure?”

“… Yes.” 

“Alright.” Stiles watched, awed and disgusted, as the demon dusted off his arms, charred skin flaking away under his hands to reveal fresh, clean flesh. 

“Oh, dude, that is so gross….” 

-

“Unstoppable force, meet immovable object,” Stiles mumbled. “What the hell am I supposed to do now?” 

“Let me out?”

“Shut up, that was a rhetorical question.” Stiles tried not to look at the demon too much, but it was hard not to. Gone was the charred skin and sharp teeth, the demon replaced by the most handsome man Stiles had ever seen. Well. Lucifer was supposed to be the most beautiful of God’s angels. He was taller than Stiles, with broad shoulders and lean muscle. The smoke was still there, filling his eyes and wisping off the tips of his shaggy black hair, distorting the edges of reality around his form.

-

“What are you doing?”

“Figuring out how to put you back to wherever you came from.” 

“Hm.” There was an odd note in the demon’s voice. Stiles looked up at him with narrowed eyes, but the demon didn’t say anything. Stiles waited, but he just cracked open his water bottle and looked around the room, seeming aloof. 

“Okay, what?”

“Nothing.”

“That wasn’t nothing. Spit it out, I don’t have all night.” 

“You can’t send me back. You don’t have the power or the skill.” The demon smiled sweetly. “Although I could give it to you if you ask nicely. That would defeat the purpose though. But on the other hand, limitless power from the devil himself; people have done worse for less. Decisions, decisions …” 

“No.” 

The demon shrugged, unbothered. “You’ll change your tune eventually. They all do.” 

-

There are 203 joints in the human body and the demon seemed intent on cracking all of them, one by one. Stiles’ research was accompanied by flipping pages, the scratch of pen over paper, and the staccato crack crack crack. 

“Will you stop that!” he finally snapped. The demon gave him a droll look and cracked all of his knuckles at once. 

“No.” 

“What the fuck is your problem?” The demon wasn’t given the opportunity to answer before Stiles was hit with a wave of vertigo. Metal and fire filled his vision, sulfurous smoke burning his lungs with every inhale. A cage pressed in all around him, contorting his body, grinding his bones together. There was no position that offered relief and it felt like the bars were getting tighter—

When Stiles came to again the demon was right at the edge of the binding circle, watching him closely. “Interesting,” he said. For a moment, Stiles didn’t realize why the demon seemed so much taller that he was a second ago. Then he realized that at some point he’d ended up on the floor. Stiles pulled himself into a sitting position and took several measured breaths to keep from puking. 

“No, no, I don’t want to be interesting. What the hell was that?”

“Looks like there’s more to you that I originally thought. You’ve got the Sight.” 

“And that is …?”

“It means you can see things as they truly are.”

“How do I know you’re not just fucking with me?” Stiles desperately hoped he was. The feeling of that cage crushing all around him was still vivid, a shadow at the edge of his perception. He couldn’t imagine spending millennia in such a hell, and he’d only experienced a fraction of the sentence. 

“Would that I could, but I couldn’t even rattle a tea cup from in here.” 

“Well—! Well, um, okay…” The demon grinned humorlessly, expression, and then went on to continue cracking joints at random. Stiles could maybe forgive him; he would do the same if this was his first chance to stretch in thousands of years. 

-

Stiles was caught, captivated. He couldn’t look away, mesmerized by the swirling smoke in Mitch’s blackened eyes. “Tell me what you want, Stiles,” he purred.

“I-I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Come on, I know you want to.” Mitch tilted his chin up, claw-tipped fingers scraping delicately against his skin. He was so close, Stiles could feel the warmth of his breath against his cheek—it would take nothing to lean in for a kiss. “What are those deep, dark secrets you like to keep hidden?” 

Stiles’ mouth was dry and his eyes were hazy, lost in the smoke. The echo of an old desire licked at his lips, but his dad opened the door before he could give voice to it.

-

“You aren’t even a little bit tempted?” 

“Nope,” Stiles squeaked. Mitch put a hand on the center of his chest and pushed him back against the wall, pinning him with the barest touch. “Maybe— maybe a little bit.” Kissing Mitch was like being consumed by fire. HIs touch burned where his hands skimmed under Stiles’ shirt and against his skin, and all he could think about was getting more, filling his lungs with smoke. 

-

“Can I see your wings?” Stiles asked. Mitch hesitated, and Stiles didn’t think he would answer. It would be easy to pretend that he hadn’t heard, that he’d been asleep. If only Stiles didn’t know that Mitch never slept. 

“Okay,” Mitch said softly. He sat up, pulled off his shirt. Reality seemed to shift and warp around him, a strange, otherworldly shimmer that Stiles couldn’t focus on until it cleared, revealing wings unfurling before his eyes. They were big, bigger than Stiles expected; Mitch’s wingtips could easily touch each side of the room at once if he stretched them out to their full breadth. For now he kept them folded down, drooping around him, like a cloak. Like he was hiding behind them. He wouldn’t look at Stiles.

“They’re beautiful,” Stiles breathed. He expected leathery flesh stretched across thin bone, like a bat. The usual depiction demons were given. Instead they were made from feathers as black as night. They reflected the moonlight and shone like onyx. Mitch shivered when Stiles reached out to run his fingers through the shorter, softer feathers between his shoulder blades. “I didn’t think they would look like this.”

“I was an angel, once,” Mitch reminded him. He slowly relaxed as Stiles kept touching him, spread his wings a little bit more, subconsciously opening himself to scrutiny. 
Stiles kneaded his thumbs into the place where feather met flesh, feeling the taught muscle, strong enough to propel Mitch through the air with a single beat of his powerful wings. He fan his fingers through the longer pinions at the edge of his wings where they flared, each longer than Stiles’ forearm. 

“Is this okay?”

“Yes.”

Stiles moved his hands further to Mitch’s broad shoulders, wondered if anyone else ever got to see the devil so vulnerable. His wings were broken, jagged, ugly. Feathers were missing or crooked, bent, burned. Damaged from the fall. The bones at their crest hung twisted and wrong, padded by soft down. 

And yet Stiles has never seen something more breathtaking. Impulsively, he leaned in to kiss the back of Mitch’s neck. He pressed his lips down Mitch’s spine, laying a kiss on each vertebra, until soft feathers tickled his cheeks, and he could feel Mitch holding his breath. 

“Still okay?” he whispered. 

“Yeah…”

Maybe it was silly that Stiles was being so careful with the king of hell, but he couldn’t help wondering if anyone else has ever shown him such kindness. After all his millennia kept trapped in a cage too small for any human to withstand, perhaps it was time someone treated him gently.

[t-lostinworlds]

Soon To Be (Shawn Mendes)

Originally Written: Dec. 19, 2018 | Edited: Mar. 22, 2019

A/N: Just a quick fluff, also this was requested and originally posted on Wattpad.

Summary: Who would’ve known that his album release party would be the moment Shawn realizes that he, in fact, wants to call you Mrs. Mendes someday?

Warnings: Dirty(ish) in the end [like it’s there but not in detail lol] and Typos

Word Count: 4.1k+

Masterlist in Bio

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You were looking at yourself in the mirror one last time when you heard a soft knock on the door. You turned around to see your boyfriend leaning on the door frame casually, his arms crossed over his chest with a wide smile plastered on his lips.

"Too much?" You asked, giving him a twirl as you matched his grin, showing of the outfit he bought for you on your birthday.

The dress you wore was a sexy, plain black, midi dress with a plunging back and bodycon fit that shows the curves of your body perfectly. A triangle-cut bodice transitioning into double spaghetti straps that crisscrossed at the back with a hidden zipper just by the bum, making it look clean and sleek. The make-up you wore was soft and simple with your hair flowing freely to shape your face. To complete the look, you wore open toed heels, black of course.

"No, nothing will ever be too much when it comes to you." Shawn bit his bottom lip with a grin, his eyes scanning you from head to toe, the twinkle in them very evident as he watched you with pure love.

You flashed him a smile, your cheeks heating up at how he's looking at you. You have been with Shawn for almost 4 and a half years now, but you still haven't gotten used to the way he looks at you, and to be completely honest, you don't think you'll ever get used to it.

"God, you look amazing." Shawn gushed, finally walking over to you after a few seconds of staring, hands landing directly on your waist, pulling you flush against his chest before leaning down to give you a soft peck on the lips.

"You don't look bad yourself." You responded, hands lying flat on his toned chest then going up on his broad shoulders. You couldn’t stop admiring your handsome boyfriend who sported his usual black jeans and black leather Chelsea boots, his floral-printed button-down shirt tucked in with its sleeves rolled up, showing his forearms tattoos.

Damn. Your man never fails to look good.

"You look so handsome babe." With a sigh of content, you wrapped your arms around his neck as you pulled him even closer, fingers playing with his curls in the back of his head as your bit your bottom lip, eyes boring into his hazel ones with an innocent look written all over your face.

"Keep doing that and this dress would be off in seconds." He grumbled, eyeing your bottom lip which was caught between your teeth, his eyes turning a shade darker as his hands now rested just on top of your bum. You knew how that simple gesture always drove him crazy, whether it was you being so concentrated on doing something completely normal or when it has something to do with stuff that happens in the bedroom.

He gave your ass a hard squeezed, catching you off-guard and making you gasp. He chuckled deeply, biting his bottom lip with a smug smirk dancing on his face. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

"Save that for later Mendes, we're going to be late." You giggled, patting his cheek as you tried to pull away from his hold, but he only gripped you tighter, nuzzling his nose against your neck, placing feathery kisses on your skin. "Come on honey, just a quickie." He mumbled, now nipping on your skin, easily finding your sweet spot. Being with him for so long, Shawn has already memorized every single part of your body and he knows your every weakness.

"Shawn, we need to g – oh." You stuttered, your mind going all fuzzy as Shawn sucked on your skin pulling away slightly to blow cold air on the exposed spot sending shivers down your spine.

"It won't hurt to be a little bit late." He chuckled before capturing your lips in his, now attempting to push you back towards the bed. You giggled between the kiss, placing a firm hand on his chest and with all your strength, finally managing to pull away from him.

"It's your launch party silly, we can't be late." He pouted at your words, a soft whine coming out of his mouth to match the pleading look on his face, "Just a quick one?" You shook your head no, sighing at the man in front of you. "How about I make you a deal?" You offered, running your hand through his hair to push the stray curl back as it started to fall on his forehead. "Okay, I'm listening."

"If we go right now, you'll be the one to take every article of clothing off of my body later tonight, and you can do whatever you want to me." You gave him a wink and he grinned, a low growl coming out of his throat. "I'll hold you to your word princess. Let's go then." And with that, the two of you went out of his condo and off to the launch party.

* * *

It's been 20 minutes in and Shawn has already managed to lose you in the sea of people, not that he was worried at all. You were probably just talking with your friends for all he knows.

Everyone was having a blast as he and his team celebrated his 5th album release of his career. The 3rd and the 4th were also great successes, both albums being nominated for Grammy's and he has managed to win most of them. He is still on cloud 9 to this date, not being able to believe that he was now a Grammy award winner in such a young age, and to top it all off, he's found you in the midst of all the chaos.

"Hey dude! 5th album is out and already a great success, as per usual. Congrats man." Brian greeted, patting Shawn in the back as he raised his beer for Shawn to cheers. It's only been a few minutes in after they finally released it and it was already starting to sellout. The numbers were crazy and he couldn't have been more grateful for his fans.

"Thanks man, couldn't have done it without your support." Shawn smiles at his best friend as he took a sip of his drink, just casually scanning the room to find you while holding his other end of the conversation.

Both men were talking about upcoming plans for the future when Shawn's eyes finally found yours across the room, your (E/C) eyes meeting his hazel ones. You gave him a quick smile and a wink before turning back to the person you were having a conversation with. He grinned, just watching you laughing and smiling was enough to makes his heart melt.

You make him the happiest man in this planet, just by being you. You are such an incredible and amazing woman and he's so lucky to have you in his life. You we're incomparable to any awards out there and he'll be forever grateful that you stuck by his side after all these years. You were and always will be his number one supporter.

"So, how are things going with (Y/N)? Everything good?" Brian asked curiously, a smile also creeping up his face to just see his friend glowing with happiness.

"God it's been amazing. She's amazing. Like man, I find myself falling more and more in love with her every single day. She's the sweetest, funniest, kindest, most amazing woman I've ever met. She understands me you know? She knows me better than anyone else and she supports me so much. She's such an angel, and I couldn't have asked for a better woman to have in my life." Shawn took a deep breath, gazing at you with a bright and huge smile on his face. His heart all warm and fuzzy just by the love he has for you.

You were the epitome of pure beauty to him and Shawn can never put it into exact words how much he's in awe of you as a whole, from your stunning features to the little things that you do, and he is in love with every single one.

He loves the way you dance in the kitchen wearing nothing but his shirt and your underwear when you cook breakfast, swaying your hip to the beat of the music while using the spatula as a microphone. Shawn always has the stupidest grin whenever he finds you in that state early in the morning; scaring you out of your mind ones he comes up behind you or when he just suddenly breaks into a round of applause right then and there.

He loves it when you're sat cross-legged on the couch, hair on top of your head in a messy bun as you furrow your brows at your laptop, nibbling on your bottom lip as you are too concentrated on your work to even pay him any attention. And boy what a sight to see that was.

He loves the way you belt your favorite song in the shower, not even caring if it's in tune or not. Shawn used to wonder what takes you so long but when he opens the door and hear your voice echoing against the white tiles, he couldn't help but join in, a smug smirk on his lips once he slowly slides the shower door open. You get surprised at first, stifling out a scream, but when it happened so often, you've come to love it.

He loves the way you never fail to fall asleep right on top of him, your whole body just lying on him as you nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck, soft breaths coming out of your mouth that tickles his skin. You always looked so peaceful, so angelic with your eyes fluttered shut, the sight turning him into a puddle of pure happiness.

And he certainly loves that you are the very first to bless his eyes the moment he wakes up. The rays of the early morning sun bouncing off your skin, giving you the soft divine look that makes him ask, 'How did I get so goddamn lucky?'

Recalling all those moment, all the sweet things you do, Shawn now knows he wants all of that, he wants all of you, every single day, for the rest of his life.

Even just looking at you right now as you talked with your friend, being in your element and smiling happily with that gorgeous glint in your eyes, Shawn knows, he just knows you are it for him, his end game.

"I can't wait to marry her someday."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Shawn's head turned to look at Brian with wide eyes, surprised and completely taken aback by the certainty and confidence in his voice. Sure the thought has crossed his mind once or twice but he always pushes it in the back of his head and he has never said it out loud to anyone before, plus when you're a busy man like him, you tend to forget about it as the day goes by.

You and Shawn have never sat down and talked about what the future holds. Maybe the two of you are too scared to think about it, or maybe you just want to live in the now and to let everything fall in its place naturally.

But to come and think about it, Shawn really does want to marry you, maybe not right now as the two of you are still a bit young, but he can't think of anyone else he'd like to spend the rest of his life with.

"Oh stop acting so surprised. About time you propose to her. You're head over heels for her man. It's so obvious that you two are made for each other. And as they say, if you like it, you put a ring on it." Brian patted Shawn in the back, earning a chuckle from him as he shakes his head at his friend's cliché comment.

He was about to say something when he felt a presence approaching, so he kept his mouth shut, not wanting to get the word about "proposing" out as he himself haven't planned about it yet. And he was right when a familiar voice interrupted him.

"Hey boys, what's up with the wide smiles? Am I interrupting something?" You asked, looking at Brian then back at Shawn who both were smiling like idiots with a gleam in their eyes that you couldn’t quite pinpoint, like they talked about something that involves you.

"Nope, not at all." Shawn's arm instantly hooked around your waist like it an instinct to. Whenever you're near, he really just wants to touch you and keep you close to him, to hold you in every possibly way he can. You looked at him with a wide smile, eyes full of love, which he returned gladly.

"Gosh you two are so in love, can't wait what the future holds." With that, Brian raised his drink as he gave you a wink before leaving the two of you alone.

You turned to Shawn fully, your hands now resting on his broad shoulders, as his took home on either side of your waist. "What was that about?" You raised an eyebrow at him as he smiled wider, his eyes wrinkling in the process.

"Oh it's nothing, you know Brian, he likes to tease everyone." Shawn grinned, looking at you with such pride and love that you couldn't prevent the butterflies in your stomach from going crazy.

You thought being with someone for so long, you're going to get used to everything, too all the cliché things that he makes you feel, but boy were you wrong. You'll never get used to how Shawn looks at you, there's just something so special about this man that you couldn't point a finger on, but nonetheless, you're incredibly grateful to have him.

Your thoughts were interrupted when Shawn dipped his head down to give you a soft peck on your lips, then another, followed by another, then another one before going in all around your face, from your cheeks, to your jaw, the corners of your mouth and the tip of your nose.

"Hmmm, someone's being clingy." You hummed, soft giggles coming out of your mouth as he captures your lips once more. "I just love you so much." He whispers, brushing the tip of his nose with yours, the smile he was sporting lighting up his whole face, making him look even more breathtaking.

"And I love you." You mirrored his grin, your fingers now getting tangled with the hair on the back of his head. You two were swaying side to side to no music at all, you might even looked like idiots by your actions but none of you cared as you stared at each other's eyes with content and admiration, just enjoying each other's presences.

"Can we go back home now please?" Shawn pouted after a few seconds of silence, showing you his best puppy dog eyes, earning a laugh from you. He just wants to be alone with you now, to have you, skin to skin, to love you with every possibly way he can without the prying eyes of other people.

"Shawn it's your launch party, we can't just leave. These people are here to celebrate with you." You giggled as you cupped his cheek. He leaned against your touch like a cute puppy, turning his head to place a soft kiss on the palm of your hand.

"I've already talked to almost everyone, I think it's okay to get going." Shawn took your hand and spun you around, so that now your back was pressed against his chest. "Besides, I'd like to celebrate with you only, back home, in our bedroom, no clothing involved. I haven't forgotten about the deal we made babe." He added as whisper, his lips lingering on the skin just below your ear, making you shudder.

His tempting offer made you sigh in defeat, and what Shawn wants, he gets, most of the times at least. Besides, you were getting all tired with all these chatting and standing; might as well go back home and let Shawn take all the stress off your body.

"Fine, but you tell your mom and dad that we'll be going ahead. Plus Andrew and the team, your friends, basically everyone since this is your party." You raised an eyebrow at him, expecting him to back out, but to your surprise, he only nodded with a groan, taking your hand in his and pulling you towards his parents.

"Okay, fine."

* * *

Fits of giggles were heard from the two of you as you emerged from the elevator hand in hand, making your way down the hallway and towards the condo. Shawn fumbled with his keys to open the door, his lips now attached to yours with smiles written all across both your features. You can feel nothing but pure love for the man in front of you, feeling so safe and sound in his arms as he kissed you with so much passion.

Once the door was finally open, the two of you stumbled inside, the giggles getting louder when the task became a bit harder to achieve as none of you dared to pull away from one another, too intoxicated from the kiss to even care where you're stepping. Shawn kicked the door shut and pressed you against the wall, his fingers interlocked with yours as he held it above your head, trapping you in his grasp, lips fitting perfectly like two puzzle pieces.

He untangled his fingers with yours only to wrap his arms around your waist securely, pulling you closer into him as much as possible. Your arms snaked around his neck as you held onto him, kissing him back with equal the intensity he was giving you, lowly panting as your lungs started to scream for air.

Shawn's hands started to move lower until it was resting on the swell of your ass, "Jump." He whispered against your lips which you gladly obliged, wrapping your legs around his waist as he hoisted you up with ease, his time in the gym obviously paying off. You kicked off your heels just as Shawn carefully carried you back towards the bedroom. He closed the door close with his foot before sitting down on the edge of his bed with you on his lap, finally pulling away as the two of you gasped for air.

"I'm so in love with you..." He whispered with deep breathes, pressing his forehead against yours as he stared straight into your eyes, and you found no doubt at all, you can only see his love for you, and you know for sure you were looking at him with the same amount of worship.

"Me too Mendes, me too..." You smiled, cupping his face with both your hands, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs earning a satisfied sigh from him.

The two of you stayed like that for a couple of minutes, just enjoying each other's company and letting your eyes speak for themselves, to show just how happy and in love the two of you are.

"Congratulations on the success of your 5th album baby, I'm so proud of you." You whispered, brushing your thumb against his plump lips, it being swollen and red because of what you were doing just minutes beforehand.

"Thank you honey, couldn't have done it without my number one and most incredible fan, and my greatest inspiration. Am I getting my gift now?" He asked innocently, nudging the tip of his nose against yours, making you let out an adorable laugh. You gave him a soft nod, a wide grin spreading on your lips before you pulled him back in for another hot and intense kiss. He hummed in satisfaction, heart fluttering at how lucky he really is indeed to have you in his life.

His hands started to rub up and down your back before he reached for the zipper, slowly pulling it down, exposing your back fully to the cold air of the room. His tongue found your bottom lip as he asked for entrance, which you granted, deepening the kiss even more. You moved closer to him as you straddled his lap, making him groan as you now sat directly on his hard on.

His hand went back to your bum, giving it a quick yet hard squeeze, making you gasp, the temperature in the room slowly rising as you unbuttoned his shirt one by one, his chiseled chest now coming into view. His lips left yours as he pressed it on your jaw, slowly trailing down your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin, leaving mark all over, indicating who you belonged to, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the feeling of utter pleasure. You let him do whatever he wanted, a deal is a deal after all.

Shawn pulled away to watch you intently as he hooked his fingers on the straps of your dress, slowly pulling it down your shoulders, his fingers leaving goosebumps as it trailed against your skin. He pulled it off completely of you, exposing your top half to him as you weren't wearing anything underneath.

"So beautiful." He groaned, pushing your hair back behind your shoulders to prevent it from covering you. His nibble fingers exploring your bare skin, softly touching the area just around your breast with his eyes trailing along and you can feel something grow even harder under you, making your insides flip.

You felt your cheeks heat up as you bit your bottom lip, feeling so happy and content with how Shawn treats and admires you so much. You trusted him with all your heart, knowing that he would never do anything to purposely hurt it.

Shawn treats you like a queen that you are, and you couldn't have asked for more. Yes, being with a popstar has it cons but none of that mattered because being with Shawn outweighs every con that exists.

You let out a tiny squeal as Shawn flipped you on your back, your figure bouncing on the bed softly as he hovered above you, his arms resting on either side of your head to make sure you weren't getting crushed by his weight.

Shawn stared straight in your eyes, another smile creeping on his lips as he froze in his spot, not being able to resist his happiness and love overflowing from his body as he watched you just lying under him, ever so beautiful.

He can never explain word for word just how much he loves you, damn, he can even write a dozen worth of albums and still that wouldn’t be enough. But maybe that's what makes his feelings for you so strong and real, because it's unconditional, unexplainable, and immeasurable.

There was no doubt in his mind that you were a remarkable woman, that you are the perfect person for him and he can never stop saying – even if he's said it a hundred time already – just how lucky he is that you belonged to him.

You were his and his only.

He might as well make it forever right? Besides, (Y/N) Mendes does suit you very well.

They were right, there was never going to be a sign or some sort of indication that will tell you who's the right person for you, or who your soulmate is, because when the right time comes, and that moment may be as random as possible, you will just feel it.

And Shawn definitely feels that with you, right here, right now.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You asked, smiling yourself as his smile has always been so contagious, the joy in his face and the positive aura he emits just rubbing off of you.

"Like what?" Shawn grinned.

Maybe he'll have to make a few phone calls tomorrow, he will need all the help he can get if he wants to keep this proposal as a secret as much as he can, and as perfect as he can make it out to be, you deserved only the best after all.

And he can start it off by finding the perfect engagement ring for his soon to be fiancé.

Then, after that, his soon to be wife.

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Work Out: Chapter 2

Writings || Florian Index || MTC ||

What up, what up! It’s ya girl Liv here with another chapter of Work Out. In this chapter we’ll go deep into Geneva’s past and her favorite past time. Let me know if ya wanna join the Lil Nasties Squad. I also added 2 new characters to the roster, one is Josephine Montoya-Wade (in MTC) and the other one, well you’ll see soon. Thanks for reading! Stay tuned from scenes for our next episode. Skating visuals linked in bold.

WC: 3.4K [I’m starting to think each chapter will be this long]

Warnings: suggestive themes, dirty flashback if ya squint

Tag Team, Lil Nasties: @maddiestundentwritergaines || @sparklemichele || @designerwriterchic || @honeychicana || @chaneajoyyy || @jojolu || @dc41896 || @titty-teetee || @inlovewithmakeupcomicsanimelove || @ljstraightnochaser || @mimigemrose || @crushed-pink-petals || @fumbling-fanfics || @madamslayyy

The sounds of 70’s to 00’s music rumbled through the rink, as skaters young and old all came together for one night in solidarity. For those who can skate that is. Others like myself however, have been in the game for years.

“Come along and ride on the fantastic voyage.” I couldn’t help but sing along to the sounds of my childhood. Seeing friends of old and new in the rink made me feel at home again. Not like good old nostalgia to make you feel at peace.

“Is that Jimmy and Trinity? The franchise let them have a break before the big match? That’s new.” Destiny got my attention by noticing two old friends of mine from the past.

I was a trainer for WWE in Orlando, years ago. I have met the past; present and the future of the company come in and out of those doors. It was a tremendous job to have right out of college, that I will forever cherish. I’ve grown close to most of everyone from all rosters. I left due to some personal reasons.

“Yeah it is. Let’s go say hi.” Maneuvering through the busy crowd I tapped the glow queen herself, and was met with an excited squeal. Thus rewarded with a loving hug with just enough force.

“Gege! It’s am so glad to see you. How’ve you been girl?” Upon giving Destiny and Cynthia their hugs as well, Jimmy and Jey both hugged us all in a group hug.

“I’ve been well, about to be blessed with a divorce soon.” Taking a swig of my Angry Orchard Rośe, I heard Trinity chuckle.

“You finally went through with it. Proud of you little sis.” Jimmy commended me, with Jey nodding in agreement.

“Thanks Uce, It’s been a long time coming too. Trust and believe me, Dede and Cyn are throwing me a divorce party. What better city to do it in, than Atlanta?” You better believe I was looking forward to that party. Nothing was going to keep me away from it.

“You know I’ll be there. Even if I have to drag Jimmy with me.” Trinity nugged her husband, who was in a deep conversation with his twin over which food is better: bacon double cheeseburger vs mozzarella sticks.

“Huh? Uh yeah Atlanta seems cool.”

“That’s funny because last time I remember, you weren’t going for my good sis to move to the ATL.” I arched a brow in mock curiosity, causing Jimmy to blush a tad.

“At first I was but then I realize she needs a lot of family around no matter what. Plus Georgia and Florida ain’t far, so we came to an agreement.” Placing a kiss on how wife’s head, made all of us smile in pure joy.

“Y’all are sickeningly cute. Let’s go skate, I gotta get my groove on.” Lacing up my white skates, the ones with the hot pink wheels, and neon green laces on them, I saw a pair of Jordan’s come into view.

“Well well well, look who showed up.” Leaning against the table, giving a glance over

“Couldn’t stand my cousin up now could I?” Michael  showed his pearly white teeth, before giving me a hug. Looking up behind him I see Florian in all his glory.

His tight black v-neck shirt; with matching jeans and red polo sneakers just made him irresistible. His hair and beard were clean cut, and what set it off was his gold link chain around his neck. If I’m being completely honest here y’all, at some point I plan on yanking on that gotdamn chain and-

“Hello gorgeous.” His deep voice broke my inner thoughts and just melted my insides. Making my body feel all warm and giddy. This man does things to me already.

“Well hello there handsome. I see my cousin let you come out and roll with the big dogs huh?” Smirking a bit as I skated around him on the rubber glow in the dark floor.

“Actually he didn’t want to come, I dragged him. He wanted to stay in all day and watch Netflix.” The way he laughed was even a magical tone. Like you could be hugged by a velvet blanket, by a cozy fire in the middle of winter.

“Oh? Damn Baraki, you don’t wanna spend time with ya cousin? I’m hurt.”

“I’m here aren’t I? Besides, had to break out my skates from retirement and help Florian buy his from Amazon. Turns out, the dude here owns a pair, without my knowing” He shrugged and stuck his tongue out at me when I flipped him off. Feeling glad that the rink had given us the party section to have us somewhat away from fans. Yet a few had asked for pictures, and I didn’t mind taking them for them.

“Yeah yeah. Anyway, Florian do you know how to skate?” I asked gently.

“Little bit. Haven’t had the time to in a while, just been training more often.” His reply was honest and sincere. Man why isn’t her dating anybody already?

“Oh really? Well I wouldn’t mind teaching you a bit.” The slight bite on my bottom lip, caused Florian to smirk at me before taking a sip of his Heineken.

“I’m sure you could.” He mumbled just enough for me to hear, letting me hold his beer so her could tie his skates up.

His arms bulged with every movement, a vein popped a few times and it just made my body hum in desire and need. That was until I felt my phone vibrated, I gave him back his beer, and watched as he skated with Michael over to the Dj booth. Checking my phone for a few updates from friends and fans of my work, I received a message from Cassie that she had arrived.

Cassie was also another childhood friend of  mine who had no issue with telling you how it is. Knowing that she moved back to the city as well, made it all better for me to have friends. My phone buzzed again, letting me know a message came again. This time I was worried. Re-reading the message, I felt my face scrunch in confusion.

Cassie: Uh Geneva don’t be alarmed but a certain blonde walked in.

What was she talking about? Responding as fast as I could, I looked around the section and saw nothing.

Me: who?

Looking at Trinity, who nodded her head in the front direction of the rink.

Trinity: she devil

Me: oh fuck

The she devil in question, was another former trainee of mine at the facility back in 2016, when I had started. She is one of the major causes of my divorce; Mandy Rose. I don’t see what the WWE universe sees in her anyway. All the while I know what I did see; Jake’s dick in her in our bed.

“Watch my back.” I told the girls, and they all looked towards where I was skating at. They soon followed me when they knew immediately where I was going. The memories came flooding back.

I haven’t spoken to Mandy sinch I quit. It was around April of last year, Wrestlemania season, when everything went down and I had filed for divorce 2 weeks later. That was the final nail in the coffin of my marriage with Jake, and I couldn’t take it anymore. With all the blatant disrespect; the awkward silences when I asked him about the finances of our joint accounts; the secret rendezvous he’d have coming home late, the high expense charges and the lying.

I thought he was different from all the others but that was lie, a bold face lie. We got married right after graduation, in 2014, two years later I started working in Orlando. The first full year on the job I introduced Jake to Mandy. It had been a whirlwind to work for WWE with my medical degree, to make sure the superstars were in tip top shape. With the constant bickering, physical altercations and accusations he threw at me, about sleeping with one of my coworkers I had to put out marriage on pause that same year.

A year of separation had put my mind into perspective and think about what I wanted out of this marriage. We had agreed to meet up at our house, I was staying at Cynthia’s at that time, for dinner to catch up. I still had a key to the condo, it was in my name, and I looked all over the house for him. What do I see walking up the stairs? Mandy riding Jake like no tomorrow. He tried to save his ass by running away from me, as I waved my steel bat at him. Mandy was long gone and laughing by then.

Putting in my resignation was hard but I had to do it. Now more than ever, I was focused on me and only me. Moving back home to New York was just the beginning. During the first few months, filing for divorce, I did go on a few dates. Only a few guys came home with me, none of them satisfied the itch I craved. Maybe Florian could be the one to fix that.

Trying not to fall while skating through the crowd, I made it to the group that just came in. Sonja Deville sported me quick and pulled me into a tight embrace. The death glare I set straight towards Mandy could be picked out of a much bigger crowd.

“Geneva! It’s been too long. How’ve you been?”

Keeping my composure I returned Sonja’s gesture.

“I’ve been well, been well. Working on my personal trainor thing, keeping the lights on. I’m always busy, plus going back to school so yeah.”

I made it my priority, to keep my bond strong with Sonja, after I left the company. When I told the MMA fighter about the scene I witnessed, she couldn’t fathom it either. She promised to keep an eye out on Mandy for me as well.

She was one of the first people, besides my crew of course, to message me about the sly matching posts on Instagram, between Florian and I. She wished us nothing but luck and invite her to the wedding in the future.

“I hear ya. I hear ya. Just to let you know, I did keep- ah hell.” An exaggerated sigh escaped Sonja’s lips, causing my face to contort in confusion.

“Uh something wrong?” I asked curiously, seeing her visibly gulp.

“Want me to be honest?”

“I expect nothing from a woman who kicked my ass in practice back in Orlando.” Earning a soft chuckle from her, she sighed and turned me around to the scene.

“That little bitch.” The growl that erupted in the back of my throat, made Sonja go wide eyed.

“Geneva-”

Before she could even finish that sentence, a let my anger skate me towards Florian. I was already attached to him and I didn’t want Mandy to ruin that for me. She was touching all over him; feeling him up, touching his face, shoving her silicone bean bags in his face and just being her trashy self. The look of discomfort shown on his face, but soon shifted once I came into view.

“Hey Florian, ready to go skate?” I intervened so fast, that you could see steam coming out of Mandy’s ears.

“Well lookie here, It’s the hag. Listen honey, he doesn’t want to skate with the likes of you. He’s having fun talking to me. Isn’t that right Florian?” Moving her hand on his chest, you could see the disagreeable expression on his face. Upon removing her hand from his chest, he stood by me and I felt my body temperature erupt in euphoria and triumph, as if I had won.

“Well I was here to skate with Geneva and her friends.”

Mandy sneered at me with her fake lips and tosses her bleach blonde hair.

“Fine, but this isn’t over Geneva. May the best woman win. Oh and Florian, I’ll catch you later.” Being the snake that she is, she leaned up on her tippy toes and placed a kiss on his cheek, before leaving with her friends. I wanted to claw at her face so bad, yet I’m surprised Florian held me back.

“It’s Genevieve to you.” I gritted through my teeth.

You see, lately I’ve been talking to Florian about myself, opening up a bit more, getting to know one another better and such. I had mentioned Mandy in the conversation, how she was one of the causes of my divorce, and how she tried to one up everyone. He knew her through a friend of theirs, they chatted and had a night together.

Although she got too clingy for  him after that and it’s not in him to just let a woman go after a night, but he needed to be away from her. By the time this all transpired, it was before his practice scenes for Creed. That’s when I met him on set a month later.

“I’m sorry that happened Geneva. Nor did I know she was coming either.” He tried to sooth and keep me calm. I had never been consoled by another man who wasn’t my father or my brothers.

Glancing up at Florian I saw hope; dedication and devotion. Some qualities I loved in any man, but this man here was something else. Collecting myself together, I took a breather and skated away from him on to the rink floor.

“It’s all good Flo.” The way I said his nickname, caused his face to heat up in embarrassment. The action caused his sweet smile to appear as he leaned against the rock wall, watching me groove to the music in place for a bit. He was entranced by just a little movement.

“So I hear that you’re, Queen of skating huh?”

“Maybe so. If you can keep up with me during this song or the next I’ll go on that date.”

“Wait wait, for real?” He arched a brow, as I nodded.

“Foreal. I’ll go on a date with you if you can keep up.” Sending off a wink before I skated off to the jumping sounds of reggae music. Moving my hips to the rhythm, I kept eye contact with him as I move to the beat.

My hips have a mind of their own, as I float across the floor and take off my jacket. I managed to hand it to Cynthia as I skated around to hand it to her and I kept going. I always felt at home here, it was never a dull moment.

Upon hearing the song change over, to Rock the Boat by the ever so great Aaliyah,I felt a pair of strong hands grace my hips. I didn’t think he’d catch up to me.

“Guess who?” His warm voice graced my left ear, and sent chills through my body, as we grooved to the music in sync. Moving my hips on instinct against him, rolling in tandem with his hands around the rink.

“So Flo got rhythm. So tell me, how do you know how to skate?”

“A movie you mentioned, that was your favorite. May have picked up a few pointers.” Grabbing my hand on cue, he twirled me around before bring me back to his strong, broad chest. I stand corrected, I was in heaven.

“You watched Roll Bounce? And you listened to me too.”

“And I’ve been skating since I was 10. So that’s just a bonus.”

Dancing on him with the music changing, made the tension grow hotter and more sensual. Lost Without You started playing and I followed Florian’s movement this time around. Hearing his gentle voice singing in my ear once more, I began to sing along with him. I haven’t felt this much emotion in so long, I’m starting to feel like this was meant to happen. The smooth gentle rocking, made me feel like I was floating. We were floating. I felt safe in his arms more than I thought. I could feel his rigid muscles through his shirt on my back, making me hold back a moan.

I know he could feel the connection as well. The grip on my hips told me otherwise. Placing my hands on top of his, I laced our fingers together before turning to skate backwards.

“White boy got some moves. I like it, you can keep up with me.” He twirled me around a bit before holding me against his chest again. I leaned my head back to look up at him a little, just to place a kiss on his chin.

“That’s not all I can do.” The deep baritone bass of his throat made me want to jump his bones right then and there.

“Oh I bet.” I teased him back by rotating my ass against him, earning a low growl to erupt from his chest. Gege can play too Flo.

The Dj let everyone know that it was time to roll out, and to drive safely. Rolling off the floor, we met up with our group and planned the next move of action to extend the night. The rink was starting to close up soon, so we all met in the parking lot.

“Girl we saw you and Florian getting down like an old southern couple.” Cynthia nugged me, giving me a sly look.

“Y’all were doing the damn thing.” Destiny winked and caused me to laugh a bit.

Cassie high fives me before heading to her car.

“Geneva, I’ll catch you later this week aight? Gotta get up for work in the morning. I’ll see if I can bring Josephine to the meeting.”

Sending her my love my regards, I placed my skates in the back of my Range Rover.

“So y’all good for some bar hopping? I know this great spot along the jersey shore.” Ryan mentioned while looking up the directions.

“I can’t. I have class in the morning and a test, I need to be sober for. Sorry guys.” Gently replying I smiled up at the crew before shrugging.

“Dang maybe next time. Oh what about our monthly couples game night? How about Monday, Geneva’s?” Destiny suggested as she headed towards her Jeep renegade.

“Couples game night? Sounds intriguing, I’m in. I’ll bring Johari, you in Florian?” An enthusiastic Michael was all anyone could handle.

Glancing over at me, he smirked gently.

“Yeah I’m down. Geneva, I’ll pick you up tomorrow from class for our date. See y’all around.” Placing a kiss on my cheek, I sighed heavily and bit my lip. This man was gonna be the death of me. The action caused him to chuckle adorably.

“Deal. See you tomorrow Flo.” Kissing his cheek, I saw his face heat up again. Seeing him walk away with my cousin, I let out a soft groan.

“Girl, you are sprung.” Cynthia smirked at me while Destiny let out a gut busting laugh.

“She got it bad.” Destiny couldn’t help herself.

“I will say this; I hate to see him go, but I love to watch him leave. His ass is sculpted like a god.” I fanned myself in the process.

Hugging my friends goodbye, before getting into my car and driving home, I glanced down at the sound of my phone going off. Glancing down for a split second, I saw the notification. I had received a text message from Florian.

Making it home safely I got ready for my shower and for bed; tying down the massive mess of my 4c curls in a silk scarf, I finally read the message. Leaning against my room door, I read it over and over again, feeling all giddy.

Florian:

Can’t wait for tomorrow night gorgeous. I promise it’ll be worth it. You deserve the best and I plan on delivering. Sweet dreams my queen.

This man knew how to charm his way through anything. Getting back on track, I kept staring at the message. I had to reply and not be rude. So I kept it short and sweet, yet tasteful.

Me:

Looking forward to what you have in store handsome.

“Damn Florian. My heart is yernin for ya love..” singing gently to myself before getting into the shower, I felt powerful. Maybe this is my chance to finally be happy. To finally be free from my chains of the past. This whole turning over a new leaf thing, won’t be so bad after all.

[noisyquokka]

Rainy Day’s||SKZ Hyung Line

Hey there friends! It's time I send myself into scenario/reactions mode. I'm finding it easier for me to get these out unlike drabbles and one-shots, so enjoy these more frequent postings for a while until I get the cogs turning in my head like I want them to.

Chan: I can’t keep my mouth shut about hIS HAIR!!! HE LOOKS LIKE A POODLE GUYS I LOVE HIM!

So I’m sure it’s obvious but...

a rainy day with Chan is like any other day

if you’re lucky, you’re able to convince him to stay home

but otherwise, the dude’s still gonna work!

whether this means mixing sounds or composing songs

adding finishing touches to an almost complete song

HE JUST WON’T SHUT DOWN!

like??? You’ve gotta sleep at some point, Chris!

of course, when you try telling him this, he shoots you a sympathetic grin

“Babe, being an idol is a 24-7 career!”

okay, but sleep is an eSSENTIAL PART OF A HUMAN’S LIFE CHAN!!!

you’re one to talk though, you’ve been studying for exams the past week

running on short fumes, coffee, and the realization that your grades make or break your future

you’re legitimately no better than Chan

huh, it’s almost as if you’re meant for each other

Woojin: This gif... why’s he gotta look so good for? Can I go crawl in a hole?

Woojin

smart, talented, handsome Kim Woojin

he’d wake you up with kisses, giggles escaping you once you open your eyes

then he’d wake you up with breakfast in bed

because he knows how hectic your week has been

and just wants to shower you in affection

so that’s what you do, picking a movie to watch while you’re at it

once you finish breakfast and the movie

Woojin would reach for the guitar sitting in the corner of the room

mindlessly plucking the strings while you listen intently

it’s a relaxing little tune, one that slowly lulls you back into a slumber

it only takes the sound of your soft snores for Woojin to realize that you’re no longer conscious

a smile tugs at his lips, propping the guitar back against the wall

he crawls back into bed next to you, pulling you into his chest

a sigh falls from his lips, falling back to sleep as you clutch onto his shirt

Minho:

A rainy day with Minho can be spent in many different ways

today, however, was a bookworm kind of day

the two of you were cooped up in the house, sitting on either end of the couch

novels in hand, it was pretty quiet for the most part

every now and again you or Minho would switch positions on the couch

until both of you are tangled up in each other’s arms

somehow still reading your own books y’all must be determined

just as you start a new chapter, you feel the hardcover of Minho’s novel atop your head

you turn your head to look at him, the playful smirk growing on his lips

“You’re such a child.” you mutter, stifling a smirk yourself

it isn’t long until you hear that infamous Lee Minho giggle

and he decides the books can wait, picking you up to place you in his lap

“I may be a child, but you love me either way!” he says, pulling you in for a kiss

Changbin: I just realized this is considered a rainy night??? oh well, let’s go with it

P L E A S E

tell me I’m not the only one who thinks Binnie would enjoy dancing around the house with you

If I am, then this might change your mind!

2am on a Saturday, empty take out containers litter the coffee table from earlier

your bare legs lay over Changbin’s thighs, his warm hands drawing shapes into your skin

his playlist thumps through the speakers, keeping both of you content on the couch

until you speak up

“You want some ice cream?”

and Changbin just smirks at you as you sit up, close enough that he could steal a kiss

he nods his head, watches as you pull your legs off his and slip off to the kitchen

the majority of your thighs covered by one of his shirts

he follows you moments later, snaking his arms around your waist

you chuckle, setting the ice cream scoop down and turning around in his arms

just as your favorite song comes on, resonating through the apartment

a mischevious smile finds its way to your lips and Changbin knows what's next

his hands settle on your hips, yours sliding from his chest up to his neck

and soon enough both of you are dancing around the kitchen at 2:38am

the occasional neighbor’s complaint is heard, knocks on wall and such

but Changbin could care less at the moment

he’s mesmerized by you

So here we have it! First scenario! A couple of these have the potential to be turned into a longer one-shot. Let me know what y’all think, and if you wanna see a part 2 (Maknae line) 💛

[1pepsiboy]

Newness (PT 1) - Colby Brock Blurb

POV: First person (Y/N)

Word count: 2163

Warnings: Colby fucking Brock, swearing, light smut

A/N: So...here’s part one of the new two parter blurb I’ve been working on for a couple weeks now. Part two definitely has more of the smut so...stay tuned babes ;)

@topthis808 ,  @j-ust-l-ive​ , @imprettysleepyhonestly​ , @themichelledavis​ , @cold-hearted-bish​ , @prettypattie , @sometimesiimaginethings​ , @i-am-just-trash-sorry , @almostelegantfire , @space-magick, @charliecynthiia 

Sorry if you didn’t want to be tagged! (There’s a couple who wanna be tagged, but it won’t let me?? I’m sorry about that!) And if you wanna be tagged next time I update, just let me know! <3 

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I adjusted my black, ribbed, criss cross front crop top that I wore with maroon, high waisted, skinny jeans and quite beat to shit, white, low-rise Converse. There was a sudden impact against my side and I stumbled a little before regaining my balance. I looked over at my giddy friend clinging onto me in a side hug.

“Hiiii Y/N.”

I laughed, reaching to brush out some of her bangs. “Hey, Jenni. How you feeling?”

She detached from me to throw her hands in the air. “I feel fantastic!”

“And how much have you had to drink?” I questioned, taking a step forward in the line for Joe’s, the main bar near campus. I’m a senior and this is my first time coming here; it’s a ritual I guess to come at least once, may as well do it now. It’s not that I don’t like to party, I’ve always sort of been against school spirit… doesn’t matter where I’m going; I was like this in high school too.

“Uhm…” She began counting on her fingers, but then gave up. “Enough so I don’t have to buy a lot here.”

I pointed a finger to my temple and then at her. “Logic.”

It’s what my other friend, Syrena, and I did, but also, she’s not 21 yet. I’m not saying I approve of underage drinking, but she’s so close and we were responsible about it.

“ID in your left hand and cash in your right!” The guy at the front door yelled.

“I don’t need the cash.” I mocked and Syrena sent me a small glare.

“Shut up, I’m almost there.”

I nodded. “Mmmhm.” I handed the girl my ID, she checked it and stamped my hand.

Syrena took my hand and guided me into the front entryway; it was slightly smaller than I was expecting to be honest. The small entryway had a pool table, then there was the only bar to the left in front of us, some high tables and stools to the right, a higher platform with seating that’s on the left, and then the dance floor was next to it.

“I’m gonna get a drink.” I stated. “Want anything?”

“Red Bull and vodka.”

I nodded and went over to the bar, resting my elbows on the counter as I waited. It was like midnight and this place was just getting started with how packed it is; the vibe felt great, not gonna lie.

“Hey, you’re Y/N.”

I looked in the direction of the voice. It was Cross, this wrestler I’ve had a couple classes with. He’s kind of cute, kind of sweet, but I don’t feel it with him. Not that I ever have with anyone.

I brushed back some of my hair. “I am, and you’re Cross.”

He laughed, licking his lips, and then did a lip bite. “Didn’t think you’d ever come here.”

“Talk about a wrong thought.” I replied, finally waving down one of the bartenders. I leaned in so he could hear me and ordered Syrena’s drink and a Malibu and Sprite. I held out a ten for the guy to take after he set down the two drinks. I picked up Syrena’s and handed it back to her as the bartender was distracted, then took my change from him and my drink.

“Nice talking.” I took a sip and held up my drink up in the air for a moment before taking a step away.

“Wait,” he reached out to grab my upper arm, “dance with me later?”

I shrugged. “Maybe.” I lightly tugged my arm from his hand and met back up with Syrena and Jenni.

Jenni somehow had another drink; it’s not like this place is 100% fool proof or checking age at the bar. “Let’s go dance!” She squealed.

I nodded. “Yeah!” I took another sip as we weaved through the kids. It got hot fast with how crowded it was in general, but the dance floor was the most infected with people. I could feel the beat of the music I didn’t know in my chest and had so much pleasure letting loose.

I ran a hand through my hair as I grinded with this random girl, feeling a layer of sticky sweat on my skin. In a normal state, it’d probably feel gross. Right now, it felt fucking amazing. I leaned back into her as her hands held my sides and a few seconds later her lips were grazing my neck. I closed my eyes and bit my lip.

There was now another body up against my front and my eyes shot open to see who it was; Cross. He’s kind of ruining the girl on girl here.

“You two are so hot!” He yelled, his breath reeking of beer.

“Thanks.” I mumbled, losing my horny mood a little.

He smiled, trying to grind closer to me. “Mind if I join?”

The brunette’s hands squeezed on my sides and she yanked me ever closer, her lips actually placed some butterfly kisses on my neck before licking up and she nipped my ear. “She’s mine.”

His face deadpanned. “Are you two like a thing?”

“Yeah.” I replied, laughing. Sure we are.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know.” He backed up and turned around to go find someone else.

I turned around to grind front to front with the girl and leaned in close to her ear. “Thank you!”

Her lips trailed my chin until they pressed against my lips. “Of course, baby. Girls gotta stick together.”

I was horny again. I downed the rest of my sour apple pucker and sprite and pointed towards the front. “Need to use the bathroom?”

She bit her lip as she trailed her hand down my front and placed it over my heat. She gave a small rub and nodded. A simple yes would have sufficed, damn she’s good.

I grabbed her hand and we hurried into the bathroom. I was going to check to make sure no one was in the one stall bathroom, but the girl pushed me up against the wall without warning and kissed me.

I’m fine with this.

***

“Call me later, baby.” The brunette winked, handing me my phone, and walked off.

Fuck that was amazing, but I won’t be calling her later.

I got another drink, Red Bull and vodka this time, and went to find Syrena and Jenni. They were up on the small stage, dancing. I’d lost them earlier, but it worked out. I walked through the higher platform area, stepped up onto the booth like seating, and got up onto the stage next to Jenni. I know Syrena was giving me a look, but I ignored. She knows how I am.

“Ayeee!” All of us cheered and rythemed together on display for everyone to see.

I felt hands lightly rest on my waist and pull me in. I smirked, biting my lip, and started to move my hips with whoever it was; just by the presence, it was definitely some dude.

I did any good hip movement and butt pushing into this dude’s dick area as I could. Even bent over to get a full ass shot in and snaked back up. I went slow now as the guy brought ring covered fingers to grip my hips and he moved them to my torso area, not getting too close to the breasts or vag; respect bro. When I brought my free hand to tangle into my hair, the song ended. I could finally look back to see who I’d been dancing with.

His piercing blue eyes were still looking at me as he was giving me a handsome, yet sexy smile.

I felt someone tap my shoulder so I flipped around. Syrena pointed towards the front. “I’m ready to go!”

“Don’t Stop Believin’” started to play now and I was pulled back into strong hips. Colby Brock wants to keep going with me? Oh my God, that’s unreal. I don’t even know why he’d be around here; I don’t want to question it too much.

I held up one finger. “One more song. Here, take my glass.” I chugged the rest so I’d have both hands free.

Both of us were laughing as we belted the chorus, still keeping our hips connected. But when it wasn’t the chorus, Colby was focused on getting me closer and I happily leaned back against his entire upper body, bringing both hands to run though my hair.

I felt my heart drop when the song ended, which was sort of weird feeling to me, and I knew Syrena was going to drag me out. We promised to stick together; if the other wants to leave, we both leave. I took a deep breath though and decided to shoot my shot, trying to play it cool; I’ve literally never done this before.

I turned around, keeping my body close and brought my lips to his ear, which he seemed to oblige to. “Wanna switch Instas?”

He pulled back, clapping his hands once. “Yeah!” He whipped out his phone from his back pocket and did something before handing it to me. He had his Instagram finder pulled up. Calmly as possible, I found myself and hit the follow.

Holy fuck.

He smirked into a laugh. He rested a hand on my upper arm and leaned in to rest his lips on my ear. “Hit me up later.”

His voice sent chills down my spine and I swallowed with a nod. “Okay.”

He did a lip bite smile before jumping down from the ledge and joining some unruly curly haired brunette guy; Eli, I think. I didn’t know that his friend was around here, especially not around the Burg.

“Earth to Y/N! Come on, let’s go!” Syrena yelled, obviously getting irritated from being tired.

I was on a high now and knew I’d be up for a while. I hopped over the cushion seating onto the carpet and she hooked her arm with mine. The cold rain felt good on my hot skin from all the dancing, hooking up, alcohol intake, and pounding music.

“So...was that who I thought it was?”

I looked over at Syrena as we began to power walk back to our dorm. “Uhm...I’m afraid if I say yes, it won’t actually be real.”

She laughed, small white puffs leaving her close by. “What did you talk about before we left?”

“Eh,” I dragged in a high pitched voice, brushing back some bangs, “he followed me on Insta and told me to hit him up later.”

“Later, as in tonight?” She raised her eyebrows.

I shrugged. “No idea.” She shot me a look and I shook my head. “I really don’t, but I highly doubt it.”

“Really, Y/N? You’re gonna play that game? You know everyone was watching you two, y’all had some hot shit going on. I bet you’ve already thought about fucking him.”

I snorted. “No shit. It was just the mood in the bar, and I hooked up with that gir-” I pulled my phone out for a second and stopped short. “Or maybe not...”

I showed her my message and she made a teasing face. “I was gonna go to Chuck’s anyways. The room is all yours.”

I pressed my lips together in a thin line, but excitement was rolling through my body and I couldn’t help jumping up and down. “Holy fuck!”

“Hells yeah! Look at us go!”

Getting back to the room, I looked like an absolute mess. My hair was tangled and clothes were soaked from the rain. I found a pair of black, booty short panties and disposed of everything I was wearing before putting them on. Then, without thinking, I pulled on my grey Take Chances hoodie. I brushed my hair out the best I could and then set it up into a messy bun, the bangs are just gonna have to be.

“Have you replied to him yet?”

Syrena was now in a dry pair of black joggers and a pink, long sleeve, jersey style shirt.

“Not yet. I will.”

“Good.” She smirked, eyeing my attire. “Is that all you’re gonna be wearing when he comes?”

“I don’t know...probably... It’s comfy, okay?”

She raised her eyebrows up and down. “Mmmhm. You’re not wearing a bra, are you?”

I flipped her off. “Go get your booty call.”

“I will.” She turned around, opening the front door to our small two person dorm, but we had our own private bathroom. “Get that second course, okay? Be safe though, I love you!”

“I love you too.” I called before I watched her shut the door. I picked up my phone to respond to Colby with where our room was at. Then I grabbed some saltine crackers to munch on to soak up some of the alcohol that I barely felt; I’m not even drunk, which a normal person would be with how much I had.

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Hundredth - LYJ 2

who?: Nine Percent’s Lin Yanjun genre: 🌺 type: bullet point TW: toxic relationship blog navigator. part two / two 

part one You love yanjun, I love yanjun. pls read part one first!! sorry for the lateness, school just started up again and it’s been so hectic :((( - admin l

disclaimer: pictures used do not belong to me and credit goes to their original owners everything that is written here is purely fictional DO NOT READ IF TRIGGERING

~

two things 

one: you felt absolutely shitfaced

two: you dreamed about meeting a handsome dude and giving him your jewelry

losing money

fantastic

but hey, he was cute though

head sore, back aching and the urge to throw up all the alcohol consumed last night, you didn’t want to pry your memory for details

your dating life was now non-existent

that hurt

it was very real

and very tragic 

the pain of realisation must’ve triggered your imagination to create your

ideal soulmate

tall 

handsome 

playful 

sexy 

all in one package 

he was no Ken doll 

not a trace of any of Yang’s characteristics 

a scowl edged itself onto your face at the thought of your ex-fiancé 

who was in Paris chasing the woman of his dreams, mind you

if only Evan was a real human and not some figment of your imagination 

you would have married him in an instant 

unfortunately, Evan was a mere hologram of your expectations

thus, you were doomed to stay single 

your back hit the soft bed with a thump 

sigh 

I just want to go back to sleep 

so Evan and I can keep meeting in our dreams 

想要牵着你的手到我们的梦中梦游

wait! 

this is still Yang’s apartment,,,that I used to call ‘home’ 

I lied to myself 

he’ll be back from his ‘business trip’ tonight

I have to pack up and get the hell out of here! 

f*ck, I wasted time daydreaming about something so useless

ouch! my head 

what the hell! why can’t anything go my way for once

you groped around to find balance, vision distorted, dizziness settling into your brain 

i’m never drinking again! 

what happened last night? 

.....did I? 

so, I got drunk, drew up my little own Ken doll in my head

lost almost 250 million worth of gems that aren’t mine

your face began to flush red 

lol at least Yang won’t have them either 

he designed that entire collection with her in his head 

that aside, I’m never getting drunk again 

carelessly, your hand swept over the bedside table

effectively knocking over most of the items 

indistinct clinks and clatters filled the empty space 

then, a soft ping of a tiny item hitting the carpeted ground caught your attention 

squinting against the sunlight, your eyes searched for the object 

even though it was mildly damaging to your retinas, the sunlight caused the object to sparkle

your hands curved around the smooth metal

fingers traced the distinctive carvings along the band 

Cartier 

upon closer inspection, you noticed that there was a strip of paper wrapped around it 

cautiously, you unwrapped it 

‘I’m sorry’ was scrawled on the paper 

it made your breath hitch in your throat 

who was apologising? 

what for? 

‘Don’t worry, things will start looking up from here. - E’

E v a n 

your hands began to shake uncontrollably

either in excitement or anxiety - you weren’t sure 

evan was real 

he had returned your Cartier bracelet 

at least he had kept your damned engagement ring 

throw it out or whatever, you didn’t care about that chunk of space rock anymore 

hopefully, Evan had burned in it an incinerator 

hopefully, he would run back to slip a new one on your finger 

NO!

lmao you just swore off relationships yesterday

and now you’re desperate for a guy to sweep you off your feet 

but this wasn’t just any guy 

he was your guy

your dream guy 

drunk or not, you knew he was a 12/10 personality wise

or maybe,,,you just haven’t met anyone befitting of your standards

tbh idk if that’s grammatically correct

were you just desperate because of a broken heart? 

god no

Yang didn’t deserve your prized heart

Evan though…

Was he a real, breathing man with blood flowing through his veins and sunlight gracing his skin? 

Could he be the person you had been looking for? 

Would you ever have a future together? 

There were just too many questions

and too few answers 

but what were the chances of you ever meeting Evan again? 

what were the odds of him coming back into your life again? 

outside of your dreamland

There was absolutely no guarantee that this note was genuine too 

Someone could just be pulling a gross prank 

Maybe there was a thief and he had just pretended to be Evan

had you been robbed last night? 

NO I’M THINKING TOO FAR 

Evan is off limits since he’s currently still a fictional dude 

besides, it would be creepy to just keep dreaming about this guy 

if he even exists 

This itself is creepy...only because I can’t remember anything 

a shudder shook your shoulders as you clambered off the bed 

ew 

your mind had to be made 

right now

two things: 

No, I won’t go searching for him 

Yes, I’ll quit thinking about him 

or anyone for that matter 

It’s about time I enjoy my life while single and youthful 

Time to pack up my things

Leave this apartment 

the Cartier bracelet slid onto your wrist perfectly 

this,,,you would keep closely 

you marched out of the building with confidence in your stride

even your bags were tugged with strength and determination 

no more Yang 

no more Evan 

no more relationships

...for some time at least

just me, I’m content being single 

however, if you had been honest with yourself

your heart would not begin to tug your brain in the opposite direction 

~

‘I lied when I said this necklace was worth 17 million,’ Cheng Xiao revealed.

‘It’s that value multiplied by nine. 

A hundred and fifty-three million dollar necklace 

and that amount would double after the deal was sealed 

Yanjun’s guilty conscience began to awake

he,,,stole close to 250 million in an unfair squabble 

The nine leaders surrounding the table were clearly shocked by the discovery 

Cheng Xiao chuckled

She knew those boys wouldn’t bother to wholly invest themselves in the jewelry 

The necklace was not theirs to keep anyway 

It was a mere pawn in this game 

There was 0.00% chance that YingYang Gems would continue their showcase 

the necklace was supposed to debut in that collection 

looks like they had to wait until Hundredths returned the gems

more likely than not, YingYang Gems would be forced to pull a plug on the showcase 

which would give Yuehua Jewellers the window to be the only top-tier jewelry debuting a new collection this month 

Hundredths held a huge amount of shares in Yuehua Jewellers 

believe me, I did research on this 

Cheng Xiao was not going to lose them all 

‘Once their stock market rises, so will our shares,’ Cheng Xiao explained, gesturing to a chart. ‘Jieqiong will decide when to buy and sell.’ 

Yanjun didn’t understand the specifics mentioned but he got the rough idea 

sort of 

he left issues like these to Xukun, Linong 

Cheng Xiao and Xukun continued to explain and discuss the situation 

Yanjun tuned out to most of it

His job was done 

he felt that he no longer wanted to play a part in this particular operation 

He just felt so damn stupid for allowing his feelings to get caught up in his work 

Yanjun felt like leaving the meeting room but he dug his heels into the carpet, forcing himself to stay 

His work was constantly emotionally and physically draining, yes 

but never like this 

Cheng Xiao glanced at the clock on the wall 

‘Okay. That’s all for today. We’ll discuss further when there’s an update from YingYang or Yuehua. Good work!’ 

Yanjun smiled and clapped along with everyone 

He was genuinely proud and happy for his mentor and fellow comrades 

It was just his own emotions that got in the way 

‘I want to praise Yanjun for doing such an excellent job at acquiring the goods. An applause for him please! Bro did well,’ Xukun suddenly announced. 

He had good intentions - Yanjun could tell by the look in his eyes

Xukun meant well 

his friends praised him with good wishes and slaps on the back 

The more attention and recognition he received, the nauseous feeling only grew 

Yanjun finally caught a breath when he slipped out of the meeting room and headed towards the gymnasium 

at this hour, the gym would usually have one or two athletes exercising 

it was an awkward hour between late lunch and early dinner time

true enough, Ziyi and Yuntian were the only two in the huge complex

Yuntian as in Zhu Yuntian, 1/2 on the slept on Zhu twins 

‘Hey bro,’ Ziyi greeted warmly as Yanjun stepped into the gym. 

Yuntian smiled from his place on a weight machine 

‘It’s great you’re keeping to your workout schedule,’ Ziyi beamed. ‘That ensures you’re always healthy for more missions like these.’ 

‘And hopefully a daily dose of endorphins keep that scowl off your face,’ Yuntian joked

that managed to crack a small smile from Yanjun 

Yanjun began to stretch as a warm up 

‘Jun, you did well. You’re happy with yourself, aren’t you?’ 

Yanjun’s mouth went dry, he pressed his lips together 

‘Of course, all of us worked hard for this mission,’ he forced the words out through gritted teeth 

brainwashing himself to focus on the benefits was harder than imagined 

Ziyi furrowed his thick brows

‘I-it’s j-just...you seem to be a bit glum and undermining yourself. I want you to know how great you performed.’ 

Ziyi

‘It must’ve been so difficult getting in there,’ 

Please

‘Especially when Zhangjing and I went offline and you were left by yourself,’ 

Stop 

‘I realised how much you’ve improved and I must commend you on that,’ 

Talking

‘Yanjun, you’re so amazing-‘ 

‘ZIYI!’ Yanjun finally exploded 

He didn’t mean to 

truly 

Ziyi was going what he thought would uplift Yanjun, it’s what any good friend would do 

shocked by his outburst, Ziyi stumbled back, losing his composure 

even Yuntian stopped his exercise to find out what had happened 

Yanjun bit down hard on his lips 

he had to calm down before he spoke

otherwise, a dear friend could be hurt by his words 

His words had already taken away many things 

He wasn’t about to lose his dear friend 

‘Ziyi, I’m sorry I reacted that way,’ Yanjun began by apologising

he gripped onto Ziyi’s shoulders but not in a domineering manner 

he just had to ensure his best friend wouldn’t slip away 

Yanjun sighed. ‘I-I’ve just been worn out from this mission and I’m trying to think of other things.’ 

Ziyi nodded. ‘Of course, of course.’ 

ways to cheer Ziyi up 

clogs in his brain reeled to find an appropriate solution 

‘You know, let’s take a break and get a coffee from the nearby cafe.’ 

~

manwhore: I know you stole my new collection. Return it to me, or you’ll pay 

manwhore: don’t think for a minute that I won’t press charges 

hiss hiss hoe: there’s evidence you left MY apartment with a big ass suitcase 

hiss hiss hoe: you can’t possibly have that many things just own up that you took the collection and I’ll drop the charges 

hiss hiss snake: listen, call my lawyer by 10pm today and all is even

just reading your messed up texts gets my blood boiling 

dumbass 

you: I don’t take shit that doesn’t mean anything to me 

you: you’ve got the wrong person 

you: the apartment was already wrecked when I got there and whoever was there had left ages ago 

*snake is calling* 

*call declined* 

*snake is calling* 

*call declined* 

*snake is calling* 

‘What!’ you snapped, causing customers seated around you to divert their attention. 

‘What the hell do you want? I don’t want anything to do with you!’ 

‘You know what I want,’ your ex-fiancé’s voice crackled. ‘I want you to return my collection by today or I’m going ahead with the police.’ 

‘I didn’t take your shit,’ you growled in frustration, exasperated. ‘I’m not playing childish games here, Yang.’ 

yes, I wore the jewelry but when I woke up only my Cartier bracelet was left 

I genuinely don’t know what happened!

but it isn’t my problem

Yang sighed from the other end of the line, most likely in annoyance. ‘Fine, be like that. I’m coming over to your townhouse with my lawyer to negotiate. Don’t drag our parents into this, you’ve already delayed the launch. That’s enough from you.’ 

the line went dead on the other side before you had a chance to protest 

your phone thudded onto the table as you buried your head in your hands

in the queue, Yanjun, Yuntian, and Ziyi were well aware of your situation 

their keen ears had heard it all 

‘What are we going to do?’ Yanjun hissed. ‘We can’t let Yang do this.’ 

‘Honestly, I don’t think there’s much we can do at this point.’ Yuntian looked uncertain, shaking his head. 

‘But if we allow Yang to press charges and call the police, we’re at a bigger risk of being found out. How did he get back from Paris so fast?’ 

oh no 

Ziyi shot him a strange look. ‘Paris? I know he was due back tonight but wasn’t he in the city the whole time?’ 

cover blown 

‘Jun ge, a-are you hiding something from us?’ Yuntian asked

Ziyi sipped his mocha latte, 

‘Okay,’ Yanjun said. ‘Let me explain.’ 

it was hard to whisper in hushed tones through their masks AND with the person in question sitting less than 5 tables away 

also, Ziyi and Yuntian weren’t the most helpful by ‘oohing’ and ‘ahhing’ at Yanjun’s every word 

once he was done with his storytelling, the table went silent as they were all deep in thought 

Ziyi huffed, feeling clueless as to what to do 

‘We have to help them for the sake of protecting ourselves,’ he voiced after awhile 

Yuntian and Yanjun nodded attentively 

‘Okay,’ Ziyi muttered after a while. ‘I have a plan.’ 

~

when Ziyi said he had a plan...I didn’t think we were going to be waiting outside their townhouse 

stalking is more of an accurate choice of words 

this is so stupid,,,and creepy 

but what else could we really do 

Zhangjing had already gotten their information 

Ziyi had said that Yang’s force would definitely pressure you into accepting his offer 

and that was when the Hundredths came in 

they were going to pretend to be Yuehua representatives and lawyers whatever role they could find 

if you know YingYang Gems, you certainly know how Yuehua Jewellers is pitted against them 

the townhouse seemed compact and cozy yet modern and elegant

clearly, it had not been lived in for a very long time 

in fact, the only occupants were the monthly housemaids 

Yanjun spotted your shoes strewn across the porch, a sign of your hasty arrival and departure to get coffee 

from a mile away, Yuntian announced your arrival 

unfortunately, a black Mercedes Benz was quickly making its way down the lane too 

too fast if Yanjun may add 

Yang on one end 

you on the other 

this wasn’t going to be pretty 

Yanjun braced himself for a hissy fight 

Probably most of the pettiness from YingYang 

as expected, Yang’s car reached first 

his car ignored the trio, nearly crashing into them 

a polished, suited driver stepped out of the car to punch a code into the keypad 

red began to shade his cheeks when the gate let out an alarming buzz, signaling the password was wrong 

furious, Yang stuck his head out of the window and barked, ‘What! They changed the password! Not like that would stop me! Try again!’

then, he noticed Yuntian, Ziyi, and Yanjun 

his lips curled into a nasty sneer 

‘Who are you? Get away from my house!’ He snarled defensively 

Yanjun had to bite his lips to stop the laughter 

‘If it is indeed your house,’ Ziyi began smoothly, mockingly almost. ‘Wouldn’t you know the password?’ 

Yang’s temper only blew up, his face reddened in anger. ‘Of course, I do! My fiancé must’ve changed the password, thieves these days....I’ll contact them right now! Off my property! My lawyer is sitting in my car.’ 

so many ‘my’s, Yanjujn rolled his eyes 

Yang ordered his driver to try again and even suggested breaking in 

‘I don’t think you break into houses you call your own,’ Yanjun snapped, unable to take any more of his insolence. 

Especially since he had heard your side of the story

Yang’s current behaviour only confirmed his suspicions 

his shirt was made out of 100% dickhead material 

‘What’s going on?’ 

three strangers, one shiny black all-too-familiar car with two all-too-familiar passengers were parked right in front of your house 

‘Darling!’ Yang’s fake sugary tone made you want to throw hot coffee in his face 

‘I was trying to stop these...these hooligans! from breaking into our house.’ 

the blood rushing through your veins began to boil like a tempest 

‘The only hooligan here is you. We’re done, get away from my property,’ you fired back. ‘Leave my representatives alone!’ 

the company of three strangers seemed much better than his at that moment 

guys, idw to be that person, but please do be careful around people you don’t know 

suddenly, the window rolled down to reveal a woman sitting in the back seat

Yanjun’s breath hitched in his throat when he spotted the giant rock on her ring finger 

‘Sweetheart,’ she shrieked. ‘Are we done here yet? I want to head inside, sort out this lawyer thing and go shopping for our wedding already.’ 

the sobs you choked back were so visible to Yanjun. You were trying your best to keep your emotions a bay 

it wasn’t only your anger but his 

‘Wow, Mr Yang I will say you have guts to act this way,’ he growled. ‘Our client has just parted ways with you after two years of engagement and more of betrothal without the slightest bit of a wedding in mind.’ 

‘And here you are, already planning a dream wedding to someone you’ve met a week ago after cruelly ditching your ex. Then, you have the audacity to accuse them, force them to meet your lawyer at their house, claiming the house was yours.’ 

Yang opened his mouth to reply but Yanjun didn’t even spare him a second to shut it 

‘And you bring your new fiancé along to humiliate my client. If it truly is a legal matter between the two of you like you claim it to be, her presence isn’t required.’ 

your jaw dropped open and shut many times and you couldn’t stop thinking about how this mysterious man looked so,,, familiar 

Recognisable

but you had to save your pride right now. ‘You’ve met my representatives, we’re here for a meeting. Go before I call the police.’ 

‘This house is in my name.’ 

Thankfully, the car sped off without another word from the passengers

your jelly legs sank on the pavement, breathes coming out in short bursts 

‘T-thanks the help,’ you whispered. ‘D-do I know you from somewhere?’ 

Yanjun shook his head, eyes sparkling

he offered to help you up 

‘Unfortunately not but, we’re here to help you.’

He had a smooth way of talking, you noted. Bad sign, bad sign. All the charming ones will are heartbreaking bad boys 

but isn’t that a trait of your Ken doll Evan? 

the raven-haired, man bun sporting man cleared his throat and stepped forward 

‘We’re representatives from Yuehua Jewellers and there are some issues we would like to discuss regarding YingYang Gems.’ 

if they were Yuehua, they had to take your side 

three strangers in your house isn’t a problem when you have about ten bodyguards inside 

the gate let out a friendly beep and slid open without trouble after you had keyed in the password 

‘If it’s about boycotting Yang,’ you said, gesturing for them to enter. ‘Then, be my guest.’

~

The ‘meeting’ was successful on both terms 

Yanjun couldn’t be more ecstatic that you were finally getting away from Yang - at least for a while 

but he had to keep his true identity a secret at all times, no matter what 

However, the ‘subtle, casual’ looks that you gave him didn’t go unnoticed at all 

it was SO obvious that your brain was reeling to provide answers to your burning questions 

my last three brain cells during an exam: 

as much as Yanjun wanted to answer them himself, he restrained himself from doing so 

Now, you only knew him as Jun

That was how it was supposed to stay 

but Yanjun wasn’t sure if his heart would allow it 

…

did,,, did he really admit that? 

he can’t 

emotions and work don’t match, it would only complicate things 

yet, he would surely crumble if you pressed any further 

in order to protect himself, to protect his brothers and to protect  you, Yanjun stayed far far away from you 

he sent relatively harmless people out to meet and update you 

you only held Ziyi’s contact 

Yanjun was doing all this to keep you safe 

from him 

but it was the smallest of details that gave away his attraction 

like how he pestered Cheng Xiao for an update on the transaction every hour

or how he snuck glances over Ziyi’s shoulder when he was texting you 

he also snuck out with zheng ruibin to keep tabs on Yang, to ensure he was no longer harassing you

dread was gnawing at him from all sides 

he felt as if eyes were glaring bullet holes into him even in the safety of his room 

Yanjun lay on his bed, ears tuned into the goodnight wishes of his corridor mates 

he had to sort out his life right now

first of all, he had gotten all heart-eyed when he met you and then charmed away your jewelry 

he felt guilty for worsening your emotional breakdown AND for letting his own emotions get in the way of his work

now, he was trying to solve your problem

but Yanjun wasn’t going to waltz into your life, sweep you off your feet and propose to you 

because he knew he didn’t deserve to 

either way, he can’t satisfy both sides of a Gemini 

Yanjun was not mistaking pity for attraction, he was schooled enough to know that 

he wasn’t going to f*ck up your life and feelings more than he already had

Yanjun was placed in a tight spot 

knowing him would only put you in more danger 

so no matter what happened, for the sake of your sanity and safety 

He had to withstand the pressure crushing his shoulders, go against the wind and grow against the sun 

only diamonds come out of the rough

A Hundredth had no excuse not to 

two days later, Yang’s collection was returned safely and anonymously 

the launch continued 

but by then, Yuehua had garnered the majority of the media’s attention and public eye 

beneficial 

today was essentially your last chance to get rid of the thought that bugged your mind 

Jun 

Evan 

why did both of them seem so,,, alike?

to clear up things, you decided that there was indeed a guy named Evan in your life

and the idea of it was absolutely mortifying 

curiosity killed the cat,,,but the cat does have nine lives 

if you did indeed dump your problems and jewelry through your mini cryfest on some poor dude, you had the right to know 

from the start, YH representative Jun had caught your eye 

he was calculating, cheeky, playful and intelligent all together 

he also reminded you of someone 

personality wise 

you remembered Evan had a light silvery tint to his hair, a pair of dimples, deep voice and large eyes 

your ideal ‘Ken doll’

Jun was definitely your type

nevermind, Evan didn’t have to exist if you had Jun

had

you wouldn’t ever be able to breathe the same air as him

Jun was slowly slipping away from you

in fact, the last time you heard of his existence was yesterday night

when Zacharie was texting you and mentioned a component that Jun would manage

take the Z from Ziyi and IE from Boogie and you get Zacharie

trying to make up fake names on the spot

there were so many burning questions at the tip of your tongue

Jun resembled Evan so closely

,,,were you confusing reality and fiction? are you going mad?

annoyed, you let out a huff and flopped onto your bed

men could be so infuriating and irritating!

you: hi Zacharie, thank you for all your help these few days. Please thank the team at Yuehua on my behalf. To properly bid you farewell, I ordered some small gifts for the office. It would be great if you could send someone to pick them up! Thanks!

mhm

Zacharie and Jun won’t even know what hit them

truthfully, you didn’t have any farewell gifts because you never wanted to part

you: assistant lu please prepare appropriate tokens of appreciation for colleagues by 2pm today

~ 

why why why why why! 

the same mantra kept chanting over and over in Yanjun’s head

he had been so desperately trying to avoid you at all costs yet here he was, at your front gate

Ziyi had specifically said this errand was for him to run

currently, the only running Yanjun wanted to do was to run away from his responsibilities

to his surprise, it was you who opened the door and not your bodyguard

‘Hi! Come in for a minute,’ you greeted enthusiastically

Yanjun wondered how you could be so bubbly

well, you had the right to be after getting Yang off your back

‘Everything’s in here!’ you beamed, handing him paper bags with stamped with a brand name you couldn’t even pronounce

Yanjun smiled earnestly, taking the bags from you

your fingers brushed against his for a moment and sparks ignited through your body

‘Jun, would you something to drink? Coffee perhaps?’

Wow, every word you said sounded so formal and robotic

this was very unlike you

were you nervous? around a guy?

Never!

then again, the only guys you had encountered were the middle school boyfriend, college cheater, and Yang

so,,,that was a possibility

Yanjun politely declined much to your dismay

He mentioned that Zacharie needed him back at the office for a board meeting soon

sighing, you nodded understandingly

‘Sure, you should get going soon. Thanks for all the help these few days.’

you ran a hand through your hair as you spoke

Yanjun caught sight of the Cartier bracelet securely clasped on your wrist

the one piece he decided not to steal

‘Nice Cartier,’ he complimented. ‘Very classy and iconic.’

damn Yanjun, you’re the smoothest guy on this planet and all you come up with is ‘nice Cartier’? 

impressive 

however, you face practically lit up at his compliment

‘Thank you! It was the first piece I bought with my own money,’ you revealed with pride. 

Yanjun paused at the driveway to slip his shoes back on 

which gave you time to work up the courage 

‘Hey, Jun.’

he hummed in reply 

you tried to make your tone sound as nonchalant as possible. ‘Uh, I figured you would be in touch with many of these... jewelry specialists...’ 

oh no 

Yanjun tried not to tense visibly. Instead, he offered a tight-lipped smile 

‘Um, I know this is far-fetched but would you know of anyone named Evan?’ 

E v a n 

Evan is standing right in front of you 

In your doorway 

Evan is lying 

Right in your face 

Evan doesn’t deserve you 

Because he messed up 

Yanjun shook his head and pushed back the whirlwind of emotions that was taking shape 

‘Nope, I’m sorry. I don’t know anyone of that name,’ he lied perfectly. ‘Why?’ 

Oh, the audacity 

you leaned against the doorframe, mildly disappointed 

‘Nothing. H-he just seemed really knowledgeable about gems. My cousin and I met him at...at a place near your office so I just-‘ you kept yourself from rambling. 

the silver-haired man chuckled softly at your outburst 

‘Y-you just resembled him a bit. Tall, tan, dyed hair, large eyes. Haha, thought he was a colleague or something,’ you fibbed, making up a story on the spot 

sadness flooded your lungs and made it hard to breathe, fires of vex scorched your skin and made it blister 

Jun obviously had no interest and to compare him with Evan! oh wow 

who even does this 

the moment would’ve turned awkward if Jun didn’t announce that Zacharie had begun texting him and bid you farewell with sincerity 

there was no need to rush 

he could explain everything

but what good would it do him 

what good would it do you? 

‘Jun!’ you called out as he was about to step outside, dashing after him without slippers 

‘I-i-is it okay i-if we stay in contact? I-I-. Can we b-be friends? We’re around the same age? It’ll be nice to know someone nearby.’ 

sentences began with stammers and ended with stumbles 

alarm bells rang in his head

Flustered, Jun fought to find an appropriate response 

Words got caught in his throat, they froze, then evaporated into thin air

‘Yes,’ he finally coughed out. ‘We can stay in contact but...I think it would be much better for us to stay as colleagues.’ 

hurt crumbled your features no matter how hard you forced them to stay upright 

‘Oh, o-of course.’ 

of course, you had been too immature, too caught up in the moment

too fresh from a breakup and looking in the wrong places for a rebound 

Yanjun’s smile seemed sympathetic but he too was struggling to keep his feelings at bay 

‘Goodbye. I’m sure there will be projects for us to work on again. Rest early.’ 

In the safety of Hundredth HQ, Yanjun let crystal tears slip out from his pearl-like orbs 

usually gleaming with fun, suavity,  perfection 

the mafia had made him focused, strong, bold and quick

and it was your diamonds that didn’t just scratch the surface of the onyx plating 

but pierced right through it and pricked his soft golden heart

~

honestly, i’m not super satisfied with this :((( 

it took me THREE weeks to write but it was interrupted by camp and school so my train of thought was lost

i’M SO SORRY

hopefully,,,school gets easier so I can focus on what I like to do

love all of you lots💓💓💓