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ËËËÂ AS THE SUN HITS ; l. seokmin ÂŽËË
she'll be waiting, with her cool things, and her heaven. (7.6k+)
â SYNOPSIS. â you were his muse, the motivation behind every note he strummed on his lyre, and every verse he sang. but now the air that would rush through his lungs as he'd sing could only be pried from your cold dead hands.
â INFO. â angst, fluff, ancient greece!au, historical fantasy!au, greek mythology!au, hurt no comfort
â PAIRING. â orpheus!dokyeom x eurydice!reader
â PRNS. â they / them
â CW. â MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, blood, seokmin can carry the reader, seokmin is afraid of dying cus of hubris, hades!minghao and persephone!jun take on gender fluid-esque forms for my sake (dont question it), mentions of starving, s3xu4l 4ssault mention (verbal), alcohol, food, kissing, pet names (my love, darling), possible historical/mythological inaccuracies, mentions of a beheading, mentions of poisoning, mentions of vomitting, light smut mention (if u blink u probs won't notice)
â đŹ.  â special thanks to @seokmn for proof-reading!! inspired by a post which quite literally stated "orpheus seokmin x eurydice reader" BUT I LOST IT I WANT TO CRYYY. basically op wanted somebody to write something along those premises so i done just that (not shocked if somebody else got to it first tbh...) IF SO THIS WAS NOT COPIED FROM ANYBODY INTENTIONALLY THIS CAME OUT OF MY TINY BRAIN. i forgot who the original poster is but if anybody figures it out PLEASE TELL ME IMMIDIETALLY !!! this idea isnt mine i just wanted to bring it to life :(
Seokmin's favourite pastime was to have you running your hands through his hair. He loved the way your fingers gently brushed through his scalp, as you coaxed him with sweet nothings after a long day. It's what kept Seokmin going, his knees buckling as the musician climbed the hill to your cottage. Every day followed a very specific routine, you would be diligently looking over your garden, and he would wrap his arms around your waist from behind. It was your voice that renewed his love for music. Every word you spoke perfectly pieced together like a song. The way the corners of your mouth curled into a cheeky smile, the shape reminiscent of his lyre. Everything about you sounded right. It's why you made so much sense as his fiance.
Domestic life, despite his rich imagination, was something Seokmin never envisioned. He had travelled across the globe, seeing all that grew upon Gaia's skin. Kings had discovered his talent from messengers, and out of curiosity, invited him to perform. Everybody that heard his voice was bewitched, with rumours spreading that he was Apollo, the God of the Sun and Music taking on a mortal disguise! For his performances, Seokmin had been offered sparkling gems from the King of the Sea, pearlescent ivory from foreign lands in the South, and olive oil that flowed like honey from the finest of orchards. But Seokmin believed the best gift he had received was the gift of song. The gift of your song. With your song came his most stunning melodies. Melodies which tell the story of a wandering bardâs love for a valley nymph, an auloniad. The bard had only hoped the auloniad would notice him. Fortunately, Seokmin could conclude that the bard had a happy ending, because he was living it.
"You've been working too hard, Minnie."Â you giggled as you gently tucked a flower behind his ear. You two sat quietly on your shared bed. Seokmin felt his body sink deeper into the linen with how gentle you were, treating him like he was made from the finest glass. Even with his eyes closed, could feel the warmth of your gaze. "You should tell the King to give you a day off, spend it with me, no?" you winked at the man, whose head rested on your lap. A blissful smile rested on his features. He looked angelic with the way the sunset cast its glow upon him.
"My love, he's invited to our wedding tomorrow! I can't afford to accidentally disrespect him. You know how these things work. There are too many stories of courtesans being beheaded; you don't want your fiance dead just before the fun starts!" he laughed. "Waitâ are you planning on getting rid of me!?" his eyes looked like they were about to fall out of his sockets.
"Well, your big brother Wonwoo has been looking so good after becoming a scholar in Athens. It would help if you were out of the picture," you smirked, eager to see your fiance's reaction. Seokmin scoffed loudly, getting up from your lap.
"I'll kill Wonwoo before he can even see you!" Seokmin jokingly yelled before tackling you into the bed to be tickled mercilessly. You squealed "stop" repeatedly as your laugh filled the small house. Seokmin was pleased with your reaction, and finally released you from his grasp. He was hovering on top of you, hair falling in front of his eyes. You wanted every day to be like this. You wanted to see that same hair of his turn white and his face aged with time. You wanted to drown in his neverending love. Marriage would finally make you one being, an entity that shares a future and a past, and two breaths walking.
"I can't wait for us to get married tomorrow," Seokmin sighed, as he reached for your hand to kiss. You smiled as his lips brushed against your knuckles. You had heard from fellow nymphs that marriage was a poison that seeped into your bones, immobilizing you and keeping you trapped in a moment. Nymphs were born to be nothing more than bargain pieces, their names alone meaning "bride". However, you begged to differ.
When it came to Seokmin, you felt free. Never did you feel that you were inferior. Waking up next to him peacefully sleeping, as he spooned you. His soft pleas for you to "stay in bed a little longer". When he'd come home from a long day of performances and litter your face with the sweetest kisses, where he would thank you for "being his muse". Looking into his eyes after a long day felt like staring into the wide skies in the valleys you would live in.
You couldn't wait for tomorrow to come.
"You look good," Wonwoo chuckled as he placed a wreath of gold leaves on his younger brother's head. Seokmin took a good look at himself in the mirror, the gold illuminating the spark in his eyes. It was Wonwoo's wedding gift he brought with him from Athens. His brother supposedly enlisted the best of the best goldsmiths with the very little money he had left to his name to make the stunning crown. The gold metal felt heavy on Seokmin's head, but your love was something he would proudly wear.
It was the day of your wedding. Seokmin had invited his human friends he had met on his adventures, and you invited nymphs of every kind. It was still early in the morning, much before the ceremony would commence in the evening (a personal touch Seokmin included; he remembered how you would get up in the middle of the night to stargaze). Still, the garden was bustling with life. He could hear the joyous hollering of well-wishers from outside his thin house walls.
"Look at you, getting married before me." Wonwoo teased. "I thought you were going to die in a tavern as a spinsterâ thank the Gods that you found [Name] before you met your fate drunk in a random street."
"Please, I'm not THAT miserable." Seokmin pouted at his brother's remarks. Seokmin's chest heaved. He wanted to see you, he wanted to kiss the bridge of your nose and tell him he was honoured to be your companion in life. He wanted to lift your veil off your face and see your doll-like eyes stare into his.
"Do you think..." Seokmin began to trail off. "Do you think they will love me forever? I know I will love them forever, but what if they become too good for me?"
"Well, Heraclitus had famously stated 'you cannot step into the same river twice' with his Doctrine of Fluxâ"
"Please don't go all scholar on me! I'm going to my wedding, not to school,"
"All I'm saying is, love never remains constant. It's a dynamic entity, but then again, you and [Name] are pretty dynamic too. You match each other perfectly, it's like Aphrodite blessed you. Although, my little brother has always been loved by the Gods." Wonwoo smoothly explained.
Like Aphrodite blessed me.
Seokmin gave himself a proud smile in the mirror before putting on the rest of his wedding garments.
Brushing the blackened ash of incense over your lashes, you grinned satisfied with your reflection in your hand mirror. You didn't previously imagine marriage or starting a family because you had heard so many stories from fellow nymphs of their nightmare affairs. But once again, Seokmin was different. He had the sincerest of emotions for you, and you for him.
You took a good look outside of your window, inhaling the fresh air. The air was particularly sweet today, maybe it was from the plethora of figs and wine available. Or, maybe it was because your heart swelled so much with excitement from the wedding all your senses were being overshadowed. The cottage you and Seokmin resided in was looking exceptional today, with the bouquets of wildflowers and candles. The cottage was a gift bestowed to you and Seokmin by the King of Aeolia, who adored Seokmin's music. The orchards were bountiful, the fruit plump and sweet. The garden was your favourite place, as you were previously a follower of the nomadic forest deity, Pan. You remember vividly how you first met Seokmin.
You were stringing flowers up from the Earth when you heard a scream ripple through your valley. You chuckled softly to yourself. Humans. Still, there were many stories of them searching for greatness, ignorant to the fact that they were designated to ultimately become the dirt they walk on. Your previous lover, a minor God of trickery, would boast about his status and the inferiority of humankind. Youâd laugh at his stories of luring humans to their death, but you were aware that nymphs were just as weakâ if not weaker, than humans. Really, nymphs and humans were two different sides of the same coinâ two entities that were used by the Gods as playthings to pass their time as immortals. However, a key difference was that humans spent their time locked away in their big marble palaces and scriptures, and nymphs would be imprisoned by the freedom of the wilderness.
What would a human be doing out here in auloniad territory?
You tracked down the origin of the sound, finding yourself deep in the forest. "STAY BACK!" the man shrieked. You peeked behind a willow tree, its long branches acting as a disguise, and you cracked a wicked smile. The man, clutching his lyre, was cornered to the back of a tree by a boar. The beast snarled, showing off its sharpened and bloodied teeth. Boars, to auloniads, were like what puppies were to humans. If this were any other human, you would have allowed the beast to have its way. But something about this man, with his big doe eyes and perfectly sculpted face made him seem... different. He held an auraâ no, a glow, that made you interfere.
"Alright, Sherman, please don't eat the nice guest." you stepped out from your hiding spot, cooing at the beast. The boar stopped its hunt once it heard your voice. It trotted over to you, for you to cup its face. "Aren't you just adorable!" you gushed, ruffling with its fur.
Seokmin's eyes fell onto you, fear evaporating from his body. You were... magnificent. He had seen beautiful people before, when he was entertaining royalty. Princes and princesses would throw themselves on him, begging to take him to bed. But you were beautiful like the waterfalls he'd see on his journeys, birds chirping signalling a new day, the rocky steppes of mountainous terrains in Crete.
"His name is Sherman?" Seokmin began to laugh.
"Her." you giggled, as the beast revelled in your affection. Seokmin began to laugh to himself, wondering how the same vicious boar, who had chased him from across the forest, could resemble the same characteristics as a harmless puppy under the right touch. You released Sherman, letting her go to run off into the wild.Â
"Thank you for saving me," Seokmin spoke up, drinking in the nymph's beauty. You laughedâ goodness, how could somebody be so charming? "Next time when you come into this neck of the woods, I'd advise you to not play any instruments. Boars are extremely sensitive to noise. Rather, go to the Pineios River to practice." you advised. "What were you playing, anyways?" being a nymph, curiosity bested you. Itâs not always you get a human in your hand.
"Oh, just this old thing!" Seokmin brought a rather strange thing from his dilapidated satchel, a gold tubular instrument.
âAnd⊠what is it?â
âA salpinx! Its pretty loud though, soldiers use this in battles. Maybe this thing is why Sherman wanted to kill meâŠâ Seokmin thought out loud. You giggled at the human's cuteness. He was endearing, like a fawn.
âWell, I should get going now, back to doing absolutely nothing.â you chuckled. As you began trekking up the forest, you heard Seokmin call out to you.
âWait!â Why donât I play something for tomorrow, just the two of us? At the Pineios River!â Seokmin offered.
He was composed when it came to playing in front of giant cyclops to convince them to let him live, at weddings of huge political significance, impressing the Goddess of Arts and Crafts, and setting wild lions to sleep with gentle lullabies. But to have you in his audience was the most nerve-wracking thing to him. To feel your eyes bore deep into him was⊠tantalizing. To be the object of your attention, as you spend your days together lazing in each other's company. He had never felt stage fright before. But that only motivated him to perform the best he could.
Grinning, you turned your head around. âIâd love to.â
He knew at that moment he wanted to marry you, and that feeling only grew stronger every time he played for you.
The festivities were in full swing. Guests took it upon themselves to feast on the multiple honey-flavoured sweets prepared and the platter of goat's cheese with cucumbers and figs. There was an overwhelming amount of wine available to wash it down. "Eat it all up and vomit it all out" was the Ancient world's favourite way to pass the time. Amongst all their excitement, Seokmin was oddly quiet.
"You aren't eating anything," Wonwoo observed, eyeing his brother's untouched plate.
"Something feels wrong," Seokmin responded, voice hushed so only his brother could hear.
"How?" Wonwoo asked before going for a second lamb rib.
âIt feels like⊠my life is going to change tonight.â Seokmin solemnly spoke. âI meanâ aside from the fact Iâm literally getting MARRIED. But, I donât know, something is telling me I should check in on [Name].â
"Maybe youâre just experiencing pre-wedding anxiety. It's common.â Wonwoo explained. Wonwoo was Seokminâs polar opposite, in that he viewed convoluted situations as simple problems with logical answers. Wonwoo was reasonable, a characteristic all scholars possessed. Growing up, in difficult situations, it was Wonwooâs brain that triumphed over Seokminâs heart. âI'm sure [Name] is alright, they have all their friends. Just trust me on this and eat your food." Seokmin gave a weak nod before picking up a fig to eat.
Seokmin wishes he had listened to his heart before it was too late.
By evening, Seokmin was expected to have wed you already. By now, you would be dancing to his lyre with a careless smile with the stars smiling down on your union. But as Seokmin searched tirelessly for you, he could hear the stars laughing wickedly.
âMy love?!!â Seokmin called out for his love. "Please, answer me!" Seokmin's eyes frantically scanned over the almost endless rolling hills. He felt like he was staring into the ocean. At first glance, the ocean was inviting and almost harmless, but the danger was in its infinite grasp over the world. But Seokmin would claw through the waves if it meant he could be with you.
"No sign of them here!" one of his wedding guests shouted.
"Over here!" one of your nymph friends called out, waving at him. Seokmin ran over to see what was happening, and his heart sank. You lay peacefully on the tall grass, as though you were just in a deep sleep. The earth was waiting for you to finally return to its arms. It had yearned for your return ever since you left the valley to travel alongside Seokmin. Now that you have returned to it, Seokmin knew better than anybody it wouldn't let you go.Â
"We were all just dancing, like we normally did andâ" another nymph choked on her tears, rolling down her cheeks at the same tempo of the beads of blood rolling down your ankle and staining the lush bed of grass underneath. "We were startled by an entourage of hunters, threatening us with all sorts of crude things, because that's all nymphs are good for. But [Name] wouldn't take any of it, and soon enough, it delved into an argumentâ and the huntsman just shoved them so hard that they stumbled onto a stupid venomous snake."
Rage.
There had never been a moment where Seokmin felt so much rage.
What was even more bitter was that your blood was trickling into the Pineios River, the same place he had given his first performance to you. The sounds of the water gently crashing against the shore did nothing to soothe him. His world, you, had just stopped. But the rest of the world still flooded past your body, reminding him that he was just another pebble in the riverbed that was life. The river, which was supposed to be a natural monument to your love, was now stained by your death. You had deliberately chosen to get married by the Pineios River and to have your cottage here, because this is where time would stand still for you and him.
"Where are those hunters?" Seokmin questioned, as he scooped you into his arms. It hurt him that you were so perfect. Even in your final moments, you chose to remain generous and protect the people you love most. How he wished you could have been more selfish.
"They ran off into the woods, laughing to themselves..." another responded.
Seokmin's fingers clung to your figure, hoping to feel your blood rush. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to bring you back and finalize his vows with you. He was supposed to carry you into your shared cottage as blushing newlyweds, staring up at the ceiling together because that was your favourite thing to do. But here he was, carrying your cold lifeless body. That same body which he spooned to sleep. Just moments ago, he woke you up with a kiss on the forehead. How did moments seem so distant?
Burying his face in your chest, Seokmin sobbed. Maybe he could hear your heart beat once more? Maybe you could feel his warmth, and then you would regain your spark and miraculously come back to life. Your eyes would flutter open, and you could spend your last moments with him in the sweet bliss of domesticity. Seokmin thought that if he wailed loudly enough, the Gods would hear his pleas and give him his greatest love. His big brother's words, "Beloved by the gods," echoed in his mind, ringing painfully in his memories.
No human could ever be loved by a god. Not the same way he loved you, at least.
He loved you. And that's what was going to be his undoing.
It had been days since the wedding. Seokmin hadn't been eating regularly. Some twisted part in his mind lashed at him for not being there to protect you. He should have been the last thing you saw. He should have held you so as you shut your eyes and left this world he could have been able to say goodbye. He wishes he could have been able to say goodbye. Or maybe, he wouldn't need to say goodbye, because he would keep you away from those hunters and you would have never tripped. It doesn't matter now, because while your breath was faltering and your heart slowed he was feasting without a care in the world.
Seokmin also stopped sleeping. It's grown to hurt him too much. Every time he would close his eyes to rest, he hoped that when he woke up, it was all a part of a cruel trick his mind was playing on him. But it never was. It then grew to become him trying to sleep forever, so that time would pass by seamlessly and he would shrivel and find himself in the Underworld with you. But it would never work. It was because he was selfish. He would wake up in the middle of the night, his chest heaving and gasping for air. As much as he was terrified of losing you, perhaps most importantly, he nursed a fear of dying. He was a coward who turned his back on death, the only time humans are treated equally. But he was not like the rest, he was a jewel amongst the rock garden of humanity, and you were supposed to adore him. He was vain, but any artist with self-respect was. Why should he be treated the same as other humans, when he was a hero of far-off kingdoms and Apollo's champion?
Rather than disappointing himself, he took to roaming the gardens you tended to so ardently. "I'm still a nymph, after all! Iâm good with plants" your voice rang clearly in his head like a bell.
Staring mindlessly at the flowerbed, meddling with the strings of his lyre, singing to himself. All he could think about was how spring was treading forth on its heels, bringing flowers in their bloom. But when you died, you left him none of the bright colours that dotted your shared world. Maybe, he could catch the Goddess of Spring, Persephone, and beg her to convince her husband to bring you back to him. The Goddess of Spring, or as he likes to appear to humans, Jun.
Seokmin knelt before the once flourishing bed of flowers, singing once more. Louder. With more strength. Maybe Apollo won't fail him, and will take his golden chariot mounted by swans to pluck you back from Hades and return you back home. You would emerge from the shining beams of sunlight, and you will both laugh about this cruel dream. If Apollo could gift him his lyre, surely he could gift him his love?
Seokmin's eyes fluttered, feeling those restless nights catching up on him. His exhaustion made him mistake the dirt as a gigantic pillow. Seokmin's shoulders sank, as he lowered his head. Maybe the dirt will consume him and crush him into a fine dust that will leave nothing but his soul, free to travel between worlds and free to reunite with you. Butâ then he would be gone. He would be nothing more than the dirt people stepped on. He could no longer hear the music of the world he loved so much.
"No!" Seokmin shook himself awake. His eyes slowly enlarged. That once large brown pillow suddenly had flowers sprouting out of its barren surface. Soft pink blooms with thin twig-like stems, native to the craggy stony steppes of Aeolia, called evia. Your favourite flowers. There was only one possible explanation of how this could have happened.
A figure walked towards the bard, long pastel pink silk trailing to the ground and flowers from every part of the world woven into his hair. Jun. The manifestation of the Goddess of Spring.
"A nymph was sobbing in the Underworld about you, mortal." his voice echoed.
"How did you find me?" Seokmin bowed in front of the Goddess, making sure to keep his eyes glued to the ground.
"Please, enough of these formalities! I'm not going to drag you down to the Underworld." Jun chuckled, finding Seokmin amusing. The Goddess of Spring was much kinder than his husband, that's for sure. Although, that didn't mean they didn't share the same sense of gallows humour. It makes the Ancients let out a sigh of relief that it wasn't Hades allowed to crawl the service and take all who frustrated him back underneath the Earth's crust to never be seen again. "As one finds all champions of Apollo, find where the sun shines brightest and where the music sounds sweetest."
"What are you doing here, then?"
Jun merely laughed at that question. "What gall you have, mortal! Asking why spring goes where it wishes?" Jun stopped laughing, catching his breath.
"Normally, I don't care about the dead. That's Minghao's job. It's so glum, don't you think? Listening to whining brats isn't really my forte, thank goodness he's so patient." Minghao was the chosen mortal name of Hades, the malevolent ruler of the Underworld, waiting for the fall of every being from the shadows. âPatientâ was certainly one way to describe him.
"But this one was special. Wailing as loud as possible so Apollo could hear them, but alas! His home is high up in the sky, he's too brilliant for us! Minghao told me that this was the soon-to-be spouse of Apollo's champion. Naturally, I was curious about them, since they had managed to capture the attention of one who is in Apollo's favour."
"I'm honoured to have caught your attention, but..." Seokmin paused, wondering what to say. "Will you please bring them back?"
"Bring out your hands, mortal." Jun sighed, reaching down to pick up an evia. Reluctantly, Seokmin laid his palm flat. "Minghao always explains to me that mortality is chained to time. The second a mortal is born, the clock never stops ticking. Second after second" Jun tears off a petal. "day after day." and another. "Year by year." and another. "Your darling was already dying. Until finallyâ" SNAP! Jun rips the stem in half. "The clock stopped." Jun brushed off the broken flower into Seokmin's palm. "Now if you excuse me, my curiosity has been satiated."
"Forgive me for my intrusion, but you're immortal. I don't think you should be explaining how death works to me." Seokmin spoke up without thinking. What had gotten into him!? Why was he challenging a goddess!? Guilt sunk into him. "I'm so sorry! Iâ I was speaking without thinking!" Seokmin got on all fours. Jun once again laughed.
"Mortal, do you think I'm enraged? On the contrary, I'm amused!" Jun smiled, kneeling to grab Seokmin's chin and make him look into his eyes, bright like flowers emerging from the cold winter snow. "I'm nothing like those old hags on Olympus! I like your attitude. I was worried that Apollo favoured idiots, but I'm glad he finally chose somebody with a mouth!"
"Iâ Really??" Seokmin was at a loss for words, getting back up on his feet. "All I ask is, I have a word with Hades. I'm sure he will understand my plight."
"Are you saying you want to challenge him?"
"I mean, you are his bride. You have his affections, surely he will listen to you!" Seokmin pleaded. "Please, I need to see [Name]. Every day has been worthless for me. Food has no taste, music has no rhythm." Seokmin stumbled on his words, his mouth clogged by the emotions plaguing his heart.
"You do understand, mortal, that the dead is not my kingdom. Once we head to the Underworld, I won't be able to protect you." Jun explained. Seokmin sighed, weighing the options.
"I've travelled oceans and fought monsters, talking with the King of the Underworld seems like nothing if I can have [Name] back," Seokmin answered.
Jun wryly smiled, his eyes mischievously glinting with the opportunity to witness a game, as he began his long walk back home. "Well, onwards we go then. It's a long way back." Seokmin firmly nodded, picking up his lyre, as that was all he'd need. "Seriously? That's all?" Jun quirked an eyebrow. Seokmin nodded. Jun scoffed. Maybe all of Apollo's favourites were idiots.
Finally done climbing up the stony steps, Seokmin arrived at the large entrance of Hades's palace. Dark obsidian columns with silver accents and a large door handle of bone, except large bouquets crawling down its walls (courtesy of Jun).
"Let's go over some basics before you meet him, alright?" Jun turned to Seokmin. "Number one, don't touch anything! Otherwise, you're stuck here for good. Instead, let me open this door for you." Jun leaned against the cool frame of the door. "Number two, Hades isn't nearly as cruel as you mortals make him out to be. He's actually quite fair, as death should be."
"Death wasn't fair to my love." he huffed, letting his true feelings show. Jun knew this feeling of resentment toward Minghao wasn't uncommon. So many mortals beg for his forgiveness, to make their deaths as seamless as the flow of time. But even then mortals resent death for taking their loved ones away.
"That's what they all say." Jun rolled his eyes. "Third, play by his rules. Minghao normally finds you mortals championed by the arrogant Gods of Olympus to be so prideful, so it'll be refreshing to see something opposite of that, and you'll be in his graces." Seokmin's ears perked at the last bit. Could he wager immortality, then? Could he have you and him enjoying the future without the fear of it ending? "Number four, and most importantly. It's easier to get into the Underworld than to leave it."
"Alright so no touching, Hades is nice, listen to him, and it's hard to leave." Seokmin recounted.
"Exactly!" Jun gave a thumbs-up before the gates opened for him. "Now put your game face on, Champion of Apollo." Seokmin quietly followed after Jun, his eyes glazing over the palace. Each wall held engraving of different stories, all stories which shared an ending in the Underworld. The final destination for all.
"Hao!" Jun called. "I brought you somebody!"
"Leave them at the front desk, the clerk will sort them out!" Minghao replied, his voice booming. Seokmin covered his ears, he forgot how loud the voices of Gods appeared to regular people. Jun opened the last gate, and into the throneroom. Seokmin's jaw dropped. He could only imagine being back at the cottage with you, composing a song of Hades and rescuing you. The large throne perched upon stairs of what looked like sizzling magma. Seokmin gulped looking at the throne, composed of skeletons, all of them belonging to those who had mocked the King of the Underworld. Most importantly, was the very king that sat comfortably on his throne. Seokmin imagined the king to be hot-tempered, like the fires which scorched wrong-doers. But it was very much the opposite. Cold. Cold like a corpse when it stops breathing.
"I bring to you, a Champion of Apollo! This is the one we were talking about earlier, the fiance of the nymph." Jun turned to Seokmin, signalling for him to follow.
"Um, uhâ greetings, your... awfulness? I would say highness, but we are at the lowest part of the Earth. Would your lowness work better?" Seokmin mumbled, awkwardly, kneeling in front of Hades.
"Isn't this exciting!" Jun forced a smile, mentally face-palming.
"He isn't dead." Minghao finally spoke, a chill piercing through the room. "Stand, mortal. I want to look at the one who dares challenge me." Minghao stepped down from his throne as Seokmin's legs struggled to stand up without wobbling. Jun sighed, knowing this was where his power over Minghao ended. As Jun walked up to his own throne adorned in flowers, he turned to Seokmin and mouthed "Good luck."
"Mortal, you dare mock me? Using my bride as a bargaining piece, breaching my palace, and all while your heart still beats?" Minghao threatened, analyzing the man in front of him. Minghao was perfect. Perfect in the way all Gods are. But he was impressed with Seokmin, that even compared to a God he was able to stand proud. "It makes sense that you caught Apollo's attention, but I detest the Gods of Olympus. They keep me underground, send me humanityâs worst, and expect my generosity." he scoffed.
"Iâ I only have one wish for you." Seokmin finally spoke. Minghao raised a brow. "I suspect it has something to do with shipment #50A194. The auloniad." Minghao thought out loud.
"You assign numbers to everybody who comes here?"
"People die every day, I have to keep track somehow." the God casually shrugged. "They were nothing like other nymphs. Normally, nymphs are relieved to come to my arms, as humans and gods alike toy with them. But this one was upset. This one says you have shown them something special, something that makes my kingdom pale in comparison. I wonder what it is." Seokmin's answer of âmusicâ hung in the air.
"All I ask from you is that you return my love to me." Seokmin blurted. A beat of silence. Seokmin felt the air around him suffocate him, his body growing numb. Another beat of silence.
Minghao stepped closer to Seokmin. "Are you afraid of dying, mortal?" Seokmin froze.
"W-what?" he tried playing it off, but Minghao knew the living just as well as the dead, and the racing of his heart gave him away.
"You champions are all the same. You lead fruitful lives, you find great loves and great riches. But you all are terrified of the end." Minghao smoothly explained. "Just because the sun bends in your favour, doesn't mean death will. You are a coward, is what you are. A coward that fears his end! You will not do what is natural and wait for death to find you. No, instead you will mock death. You will find death, and you will demand it give you what you deserve. Your love for [Name] is not true!"
"OK ENOUGH!" Seokmin roared back, tears dripping down his face. "I love [Name]. More than anything. You can call me a coward, I don't care." Seokmin spoke. From the corner of his eyes, he could see a satisfied Jun enjoying his performance. His vision began to obscure with tears falling once more from his eyes. "Yes, I'm scared of dying. I hate the idea of it. I know it is everybody's fate, but the journey has to be completed alone. I cannot bear the idea of being alone. I cannot bear the idea of being without [Name]." Seokmin looked at the god, gaze unfaltering and filled with rage, the same that filled him on the day of your death.Â
"Fine. I admit, I empathize with your cause." Minghao reluctantly sighed. "I shall retrieve your love, and dress them in the finest of Underworld garments and jewels so you can have a wedding ceremony even better than the last." "Really?" Seokmin blinked.
"There is an exit out of the Underworld only Jun and I know, you two can hike up it and will be back home in the blink of an eye. However, I have a condition"
"Anything!" Seokmin grinned, already imagining how he would hold you the second you two reunite. You two will exchange stories of brushing with the Underworld and the sights. Heâll tell you about his encounter with Persephone and her husband, and you will tell him about your trip across the River Styx.Â
"You by any means cannot turn around. Not even go as far as to check on the nymph that will be right behind you. You will only have one chance. If you fail, you shall be separated from each other in eternity." Minghao sternly spoke. Seokmin's smile dropped as quickly as it quirked up. "You are forbidden from communicating to them, as well as touching them. You will also be unable to hear them."
"But, how will I know they are with me!?" "Not my problem." Minghao sighed. "This is the most you're getting from me. Now, shoo." Rolling his eyes, Minghao made his way back to his throne. "The next time I see you, you better be dead. If not, I'll make sure of it."
Seokmin waved goodbye to the kind Goddess of Spring and bowed to Hades to signal his respects to the Underworld. He took a deep breath in, looking up at the glittering light seeping through the cracks. The only exit out of here, and his ticket to freedom. He could imagine the sweetness of your lips kissing him. Your voice sighs in relief that he came to rescue you from oblivion. Standing in his way was a long, steep and rocky path, its width shrinking the closer it was to the exit.
"My love, how I missed you!" you grinned. "You can't believe how abysmal it is here! God, it felt so lonely, I justâ I couldn't stop crying."
As he gently stepped forward, he could feel the loose soil underneath him shift and slip. Normally, he would have no concern. You're an auloniad, for crying out loud. Rocky terrain dotted with grass is your home. But the snake bite that pierced your ankle was bound to compromise your movement. He figured he'd just move slowly, for your sake.
"Ah, I fear my leg still hurts from the bite. Could you go a little slowly?"
As Seokmin carefully climbed the rugged steps, a thought popped into his head. Hades did not specify that he was forbidden from singing to himself. It just happened to be a coincidence that you overheard him. Humming to himself (and maybe to you, as well) he strummed the strings of his lyre.
"My favourite song!" you gushed. "Do you remember the first time you performed for me, at the Pineios River? Goodness, you just get better every single day!"
Normally, his song would penetrate through the deepest of depths, and his voice would triumph above all. But it all felt hollow like the darkness of those depths was consuming him whole and slowly pushing him back into the Underworld. He wished, so desperately, to know you were listening. Seokmin couldn't hear your steps or your breathing. It was haunting, how you weren't here on this long climb, yet he could vividly remember you. Grief is strange. How you must restrain yourself from looking back on memories of loved ones corrupted by their death.
"Please, turn around so I can get a good look at you. Don't you think I deserve that, at least?"
Maybe he was doomed. How could he know that Hades wasn't mocking him? The light which had guided Persephone to him and the passion which motivated him was being waned.
"Seokmin, why are you ignoring me?" your voice grew softer. "Is it something I said? Have I upset you? Please, just answer me already. You're making me nervous." You reached out for his hand, but he moved it away.
Feeling the chill of a cold wind brush past his palm, Seokmin moved it closer to his chest, hoping the Underworld hadnât drained him of his life. When will he get to hold your hand again?
Knees buckling, he let out a sigh of relief that he was finally halfway up, already smiling knowing Apollo was waiting for him with the way the light grew even brighter.
"Darling, please, just talk to me. Say something." you huffed. "Why can't you just turn around!?" You hobbled on your ankle, trying to keep up with your lover, watching him disappear as he moved closer to the light. "I don't understand, what is wrong with you!? Please, just turn around already!" Your eyes began welling with tears, raising your voice as much as possible.
As Seokmin treaded higher up, he noticed the crack enlarge just enough so that he could pop his head through. He let out a long sigh of relief, as cold sweat dripped down his forehead, his knees stinging from exhaustion. What would be the first thing he would do with you on the Overworld? Roll in the grass? Breathe in the fresh air? Hoist you up and listen to your heart beating in your chest? Seokmin tries to think, but the Underworld is unforgiving. The air felt thick and heavy, gravity dragging him down as he tried to tear himself away from its clutches, taunting him that your death was inevitable and that he would soon be ensnared in the Underworldâs net. It casts doubt upon him. Does his music have the strength to pierce through the darkest of moments as he prides himself on? Was his passion enough? Was Hades and Persephone lying to him? The Gods are not exactly above toying with mortals, as that is their favourite pastime. Doubt settled in his mind.Â
Seokmin shook his head. He must stay firm. He mustnât listen to the doubt in his mind and push through. He feared death. He feared the cold wind brushing behind his back, echoing how his story would end. Cold. Dark. Alone. He needed you back with him. He needed your bodyâs warmth, your light. He needed to die in your arms.
The grating sound of a rock falling off the ledge and into the abyss below obstructed Seokminâs train of thought, realizing the sound could mean only one thing. âI got you!â he snapped his head back. Seokminâs jaw dropped, realizing the horrible mistake he had made. âYou finally turned around.â you weakly huffed, tears sparkling in the dark. Minghao had kept his word. You were otherworldly. Contrasting against the darkness, you were a bright star, shrouded in a bright white glow. Your beauty only made him even more upset, as his eyes grew wide with the realization he had squandered his last chance. This was easily a pardonable offence, if the spirits knew how to pardon. In their long-spent immortality, never could they empathize with Seokminâs plight.Â
âI⊠thought.â Seokmin slowly blinked, tears dripping down his face. Breathing heavily, he tried to calm himself down. He thought you had fallen, and your body would crash against the ground like a fallen star. It wasnât that his love for you was small, but that it was too much. It was overflowing and reckless, just like the nature of youth. He couldnât resist turning around to help you, especially with the knowledge of your snakebite. The same stupid thing that sent you here. You frowned, heart hurting at the sight of your lover in disarray. Stepping forward, you cupped his face, your touch still lingering with the frost of the Underworld. âDarling, whatâs wrong?â You tried to make eye contact with him.
âIâm sorry.â he choked on his sobs. âI wasnât supposed to turn around⊠but I just got so nervous, I thought you fell,â Seokmin confessed. âIâm an idiot. I failed you. Iâm so⊠so⊠stupid. Iâm so sorry. Iâm sorry.â Seokmin screwed his eyes shut, unable to muster the strength to look at what would happen to you now that he failed. Minghao hadnât specified what would happen if he had failed. Would he send furies to tear you apart? Would he force him to drink poison? Â
âNo! Youâre not an idiot. Donât be so cruel.â swiping your thumb against his cheek and wiping away his tears. âYouâre so brave, coming all the way to rescue me⊠all because you love me. You failed⊠because you love me. Iâm happy knowing that.â You smiled, knowing the bitter end that was to come to you. They needed to kill you twice for him to let you go. But you had to be strong, for his sake. He was strong enough to challenge the Underworld, the unforgiving end. He was strong enough to face death, his greatest fear, challenging its irreversibility. He was strong enough to defy the laws of nature. The least you could do was comfort him. âIâm so⊠proud of you.â your touch felt feather light against the heavy mortal flesh weighing him down. âPlease⊠just look at me.â
âBut, youâll be gone!â Seokmin wailed. âI⊠Iâm not strong enough for this! I canât go on!âÂ
âYou are strong enough. So open your eyes.â your words gently coaxed him. Seokmin inhaled one last time, bracing himself for the horror he was about to witness. As his eyes fluttered open, you were gone as quickly as you had appeared before him. There was no dramatic murder, just a hazy glow left in where you were standing before him. That was how mortality worked, in the eyes of Gods. Mortals come and go on this Earth, in the span of a blink. Mortality, which feels like entering a room and just finding the exit. Mortality, which weighed Seokmin down, and held you in its clutches. It was a signal to him that it was time to wake up from the dream that was you. It was time for him to grow up and to accept mourning the loss of his muse. Falling to his knees, Seokmin sobbed, the noise drowned by the hollow abyss of the Underworld. His voice, which set him apart as a champion of Apollo, was indistinct from the rest of the wailing of the Underworld.Â
Maybe you will have a greater fate than him. You will drink from the River Lethe, whose waters flowed through the God of Sleep's cave, causing one to forget the mortal world. Sure, it meant you would forget the blisses and joys you shared above the surface, but it also meant you would forget the pain and sadness. You would wake up, yawning as you ponder the strange figure in your dream named "Seokmin". You would be reborn and would carve a path through the foreign wilderness of the underworld. You would be trapped in a moment, a distant memory of a time of idealistic, passionate, youthful bliss. You would be free. Like you were destined to be. Free from mortal anguish. Free from him. Your skin could never wrinkle, your hair couldn't gray, and your health wouldn't deplete.
Who knows what would have happened if you had returned to him in the mortal realm. Would the love between you dry up? Would your love only be immortalized in a contract, and not in real life? Maybe life will ravage your happy marriage and shred the love that once existed. You would part ways and leave him behind, as you could never truly be his. When would be the last time in your unhappy married life you tell him "I love you"? Would he bar the door when you got sick of him and tried to leave? Would he welcome your newfound hatred of him and show you the way out?
The memory of you would be his prized possession, something to draw inspiration for his music, to know he had the pleasure of experiencing such a love, and to wonder the many possibilities if he were successful in bringing you back. He was fine if you could just stay. It didn't matter if you only stayed in his memory and never talked to him again. But please, stay.
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pairing: choi san x fem!reader
w.c.: 6.5k
genre: mafia au, smut, mutual pining, some fluff, tiny bit of angst, some dark themes, slightly ambiguous ending
In a city where the mere whisper of his name sent shivers of terror through its core, Choi San's barbarous reputation proved powerless to dissuade you from delving deeper, the glint in the feline eyes cast upon you exposing a sliver tenderness hidden beneath the façade of bloodlust.
â warnings: mentioned death/murder (no one significant), insensitivity from all major characters to said murder, san is lowkey psychotic, and an asshole, reader is a badass bitch, gun play (kinda?), service/soft dom!san, bratty!reader, unprotected sex (đ), kinda public sex, exhibitionism, mutual masturbation, creampie, begging, praise, some cockwarming, san gets whiny, he is whipped your honour, not your typical mafia boss ehehe, nicknames (baby, darling; sannie), I believe that's it. ^^
â A/N: this is entirely self-indulgent. who doesn't want a psychotic mafia boss obsessing over their very being? happy reading! ^_^
nsfw under the cutâminors dni đ
Another day dragging on for far too long, tedious â incompetent employees getting paid to induce headaches rather than doing their jobs, new clients unaware of who theyâd gotten themselves involved with, augmenting the torturous panging against Sanâs skull. His eyebrow twitched, a bead of sweat hanging onto the thick hairs, another trailing down the ink decorating his slick chest. Heâd thought a late-night rendezvous would silence the ringing in his head, but the cheap perfume, the bright lipstick, the obnoxious, high-pitched tone of her voice only amplified it. And yet, the woman now laid beneath him, his fingers digging into one of her tits while pornographic moans rolled off her tongue. With her head thrown back, she missed the grimace painting Sanâs features, but his hips were undeterred, continuing their ruthless rhythm while her ringing voice pierced through his eardrums. He just needed release, even if it were aided by a woman he had not a lick of interest in.
The door cracked open, a bleached head of hair peeking into the hotel room before his tall frame followed to stand in the doorway. San didnât stop, simply shutting his eyes to drown out his surroundings and the pain shooting through his head.
âWeâve got trouble, boss,â the gravelly tone dragged Sanâs attention away from the distractions he attempted to draw up in his mind, eyes cracking open with an irked exhale.
âImportant enough for you to interrupt me?â he spat, his thrusts now pointed in aggravation.
The manâs gulp masked under the continuous moans, he averted his gaze off the womanâs spread legs to explain, âa fight broke out in our Seoul location.â
Sanâs rhythm faltered, an unnoticeable hitch, but enough to stir up images of a familiar face, sly grin and confident walk followed by the sweet scent of vanilla and cheap tobacco. A subtle wink as you replaced the drinks his men had ordered for him with ones that would spare him the added flush, ears and chest tinted a dusty pink while he fought off the heaviness weighing down his eyelids. Sultry voice and swaying hips, the memory of fleeting touches and fluttering eyelashes sent urgent waves of heat scorching through Sanâs body, unwanted, vivid images of your haunting form flashing in his mind before he could stop them. But he pushed them away, prominent vein trailing down his forehead as he fought off the unrelieved headache, slapping a palm over smudged, red-tinted lips to muffle the agitating sound.
âIs that all, Mingi-ya?â he moved his gaze to the man at his side without twisting his head, watching as he straightened up at the sudden eye-contact.
âWeâve got casualties, Sir,â Mingi added, drawing a frustrated sigh out of San.
Pistoning his hips once, twice more, he pulled out, swiping his saliva-coated palm over the womanâs trembling thigh before finding his footing over the carpeted floor. He tossed the condom into some random corner, tucking himself back into his pants before snatching the luxury coat dangling from Mingiâs hand, the taller manâs eyes flitting to the side to avoid ogling at all the exposed skin. Just as they were about to take their leave, manicured fingers grasped Sanâs sleeve, arms drawn closer to her body to cram her breasts together in an act of seduction, bedroom eyes peering up at the tattooed man.
âAre you just going to leave me here like this?â
San didnât hide his grimace, âitâs late, go home,â he retrieved his coat, tugging his arm away rougher than intended to make his way to the roomâs exit. He paused at the doorway, turning his head slightly to address the dejected woman abandoned on the lush, silk bedsheets, âand call your husband back, he must be worried sick.â
He didnât wait for a response, walking into the hallway to meet with two more guards, Mingi following closely behind. âJongho, youâre coming with me,â he addressed the broader of the two, then turned to the other, âand you,â he angled his chin towards the door left ajar, âget rid of her.â
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Walking past the swung-open door resting against the frame with broken hinges, glass shards cracking underneath heavyset boots, San took in the scattered bodies splayed out over the wooden floor. He grimaced, thousands of dollarsâ worth of imported liquor pooling under shattered bottles, blending into a concoction reeking of alcohol poisoning. Bullets lodged into the polished bar reflected the orange hue in which the room basked in, stools broken and thrown into the walls and windows, splintered pieces of wood lying amongst the lifeless figures scattered over the floorboards.
âWhat a mess,â Mingi muttered, taking in the scene with repugnance unhidden in his expression.
âLooks exactly like something the both of you would do,â Sanâs retort was instant, âwasnât it just last week, Jongho?â
His tone was void of any judgement, simply recalling his menâs afternoon endeavors, and yet, Jonghoâs ears flashed red as he stuttered through a flustered response, reaffirming Sanâs memory of the incident. His eyes shot a glare up at the taller man as soon as San looked away, âjust keep your mouth shut, Mingi-ya,â he elbowed his side, unappreciative of Mingiâs attempts at earning him another lecture about the improper use of his gun.
While the two bickered wordlessly, pinching and shoving the otherâs side, San walked further into the bar, looking around for another sign of life while gnawing at his bottom lip, evidence of his night-long rendezvous trickling down his temples in salty beads of sweat.
âWhereâs our staff?â his voice cut through the silence, as well as the guardsâ banter, the two straightening up to address his inquiry.
âChangbin called it in, âsaid most were okay but a few got caught in the crossfire,â Mingi spoke, tone steady and hooded eyes focused on San, âtheyâve all left already, I believe.â
âYou believe?â Narrowing his eyes at the two men, he snarled before huffing in umbrage. âI donât pay you to fucking believe.â It wasnât Mingiâs doing, he knew, but heâd rather berate the two men before him than admit to the anxiety crawling up his chest, blocking his airway with a lump large enough to restrict his breathing. âDid he say anything aboutââ he attempted to maintain the resonance in which he spoke in, clearing his throat before proceeding, âwhat aboutââ
ââLooking for me?â
A sharp turn to his side was all it took to ease the tension stiffening his shoulders, a deep breath escaping his lungs when his eyes settled on you: hand on your hip while leaning you weight onto one leg, the corners of your glossy lips upturned into a smile that sent his heart racing.
âY/n,â he sighed, rotating his body to face yours, arms limp at his sides while his features softened at the mere sight of you before him. Choi San with his guard down was a luxury not many could revel in.
âWhatâs with your face? Donât tell me you were worried about me?â you teased, swaying your hips as you took a few steps towards his broad form, only a few inches separating your bodies where you were stood now.
Close enough to run a hand over the hair covering the side of your head, Sanâs lips curled into a playful smirk, âoh baby, I bet youâd like that, wouldnât you?â
You hummed pleasantly at the gentle fingers gliding over your scalp, teeth digging into your bottom lip before releasing to purr back a response, âvery much so.â
The aroma of cheap cigarettes followed you, laced with hints of vanilla and caramel, the specs of ash dusting the sunken collar of your top exposing the smoke break youâd taken while chaos unfolded during your late shift.
The bullets lodged into wood glimmered in his peripheral, and his amusement dwindled as he pushed through the intoxicating haze your proximity cast upon his senses. Eyebrows furrowed, his gaze traveled over your body while firm hands ran over your sides and waist, peering over your shoulder and twisting you in front of him while he questioned, âfuck, are you hurt?â
To his surprise, you exhaled a breathy laugh, mischief glinting in your irises, âhurt?â The coyness in your tone didnât go unnoticed, but the arm reaching behind you did, and before he could react, you had San at your mercy with the nose of your pistol dug into the skin underneath his chin. Leaning further into his space, your lips stretched further at the raised hand stopping the two men at the door from reaching for their own weapons. You tilted your head while addressing him, faux innocence painting your features, âwho do you think finally killed that bastard while the men you hired were too busy shitting their pants?â
His eyes followed yours to his right, the bastard in question sprawled out near the entrance with a bullet rooted between his eyebrows. Even with the pistol firmly boring into his skin, the corners of Sanâs lips quirked upwards, redirecting his focus to take you in with dazed, unreadable eyes. âOh, darling,â rough, broken knuckles grazed your jaw, his lips widening as you unconsciously leaned into the touch, âjust when I thought I couldnât want you more.â
Eyebrows shooting up â the first hint of surprise flashing over your features â a blend of amusement and curiosity seeped into your expression, âoh?â
He walked you backwards, guiding you with the pistol pressing an indent into his flesh and a hand spreading warmth over your lower back, stopping his pointed steps once the wooden edge of the bar replaced the heated touch. He towered over you, leaning you back slightly over the glossy surface with lidded eyes studying your unchanging expression, the tip of his pointer tracing a languid line down the side of your face. Despite the gruesome scene surrounding you, and the firmness in which you held onto the pistolâs handle, your features were relaxed, easy smile gracing your lips and head tilted slightly in a discrete attempt to chase the gentle gesture. Choi San was not gentle, but one thing he did was make exceptions, unconcealable tenderness breaking through a rigid exterior to bleed into his calloused touch, to glimmer within narrowed eyes, and shape the honeyed words rolling off his otherwise sharp tongue.
Choi San didnât make exceptions, scratch that. He made an exception.
To say he had been intrigued by you would be an understatement, years passing with him making time to drop by when he rarely ever needed to, making excuses to conceal his interest in a particular bartender who knew about his low-tolerance â classified information only a select few knew of âsneaking non-alcoholic beverages his way when he got pressured into drinking after a successful deal had been made in her presence. And despite the confidence oozing off you, shoulders straight and chin lifted as you batted your eyelashes flirtatiously at various customers, San noted the tremors shaking your fingers, the wary eyes darting in each direction while the men you worked with grazed against you while passing by, and those slurring their words drunkenly calling out to you from their booths. He noticed the tension in your shoulders even as the years went by, and regulars became familiar, their orders sliding across the bar seconds after theyâd found an empty seat, before a greeting could slip out their smiling lips, pleased to be served by you once again. You knew the respect this façade had brought upon you, and yet your eyes remained sharp, solid walls built up behind the sultry smiles you handed these desperate men on a gold platter. And in the restless fight to break them down, San found himself too deep into a pit he could no longer pick himself up from. A pit brimming with burning want, a yearning so fervid, it ate at him from the inside out the more he pushed it away, cheap whores and endless mistresses futile in their attempts to simmer it down.
But now, the woman he so desperately wanted to break down between rough palms was trapped between his firm chest and the bar, still holding him at gunpoint while her free arm wrapped around his shoulder. It felt like hours, the steady ticking of the vintage clock hung on the bullet-riddled wall fading the deeper San peered into your eyes, looking up at him through curled eyelashes as the longer hand continued its clicking. Playfulness glimmered in your irises the longer San dragged his silence, as though he had no intention of building on his prior statement.
âWhatâs this about the great Choi San wanting me?â
Your tone indicated a challenge, a âhow will he avert the situation to his advantage this time?â while you kept your eyes on him, fingers tangling into the short hair at his nape to watch his eyelids droop even further at the pleasant stimulation. And perhaps what he needed was a pistol threatening to blow through his brain, realizing â after a chase lasting too many years â that he was tired of the endless back and forth, tired of the eager hands brushing over your body while he sipped on some fizzy beverage youâd handed him, watching as you basked under othersâ attention, his own bullheadedness and pride pushing him further away from you when all he wanted to do was break every audacious finger that dared touch your skin in his presence.
Leaning closer, until his hot breath mingled with yours in the negligible gap heâd left between your faces, his hand curved over your jaw, thumb caressing the skin of your cheek, âbaby, Iâd give you the whole world if youâd just ask.â
The sudden confession surprised you, eyebrows flying up and jaw slackening under his touch, but you swiftly picked yourself up, a pleased smile stretching your lips as you bumped noses with him, âMm, Iâll hold you up to that, Mr. Choi.â
Unlike the gradually deepening kisses shared in romance novels, teeth clanged and tongues pushed against one another, Sanâs hand travelling down your side to grab at your thigh until your feet lifted off the wooden floorboards. He set you down on the bar, fingers digging into the washed-out denim gathered at your hips while his teeth nipped at your bottom lip. Placing the pistol somewhere to your side, your hands wandered down Sanâs sculpted body and over the expanse of honey skin peeking through his open coat, fingertips grazing his nipples to elicit a sudden groan from the manâs lips, parting against your own. You made a mental note of his response, the corner of your mouth lifting as you repeated the action, the hungry clash of lips dwindling into interval pecks as you toyed with Sanâs chest, flushed and heated under your touch.
âAbout time you started thinking with your cock,â wrapping your legs around his frame, you dragged his pelvis closer to feel him against your core, hard and heavy within the confines of his pants.
He rolled his hips, eyes dazed as he took you in through the negligible gap separating you, breathing the same air as the friction and lust glazed over his lidded eyes. âWho said this was my cock speaking?â
Fingers pausing over his chest, you took in the implication behind his words, his heartbeat frenzied and erratic against your palm as though it was communicating in its own language, desperate to be heard amongst the chaos that was your nonexistent relationship with Choi San â a game of cat and mouse, with the roles reversing each time youâd crossed paths. Playful banter and meaningless flirting remaining at surface level with no endpoint in sight, both players stuck in a turmoil of pridefulness and cowardice, none willing to relent.
If youâd known a cheap, rusted pistol would push San onto his knees before you, you wouldâve blown a bullet through someoneâs head three years ago. It wasnât the game you wanted to win for the sake of your treasured ego, but the thrashing muscle beneath your palm, one many would assume didnât beat, cold-heartedness and dispassionate eyes only a few could see through. And perhaps thatâs what drew him to you, your willingness to look past the blood on his hands and the barbarism in which he carried out his business, your eyes sparkling in interest rather than fear as you sneaked an unknown drink into his hand, treating him like a customer you wanted to woo into becoming a regular, and not as Choi San.
The silence stretched, until Sanâs mutter broke through the stillness, âdo you fear me?â
You blinked up at him, pondering over his question for barely a second before whispering back, âno.â
Huffing out a small laugh, he cradled your jaw in one of his palms while his thumb caressed the skin of your cheek, âthatâs reckless.â Perhaps his response should have scared you, or at least sent an icy chill down your spine, but your heart only ached for the man before you as you took in his feeble, half-hearted attempt at pushing you away. Ironic, considering heâd unconsciously leaned into you while he spoke, chest brushing against yours with every breath he inhaled. âYou know I canât be trusted.â
âNot when you look at me the way you do.â
A dangerous glint sparked in the dark of his irises, burning as he silently went over your words in his mind, the few secondsâ wait stirring up butterflies in your gut as you resisted cowering under his fierce gaze. And before you could question his speechlessness, or attempt a teasing remark to lessen the rigid tension beginning to choke you, Sanâs face was lurching forwards to capture your lips in another kiss. Hungrier, greedier, as though heâd been starved of you â and heâd argue he was â and was finally offered a taste, teeth clashing with his nose pressed against the side of yours as he sucked out the last of the oxygen in your lungs.
Emotion flooded into Sanâs chest, and he allowed it to seep through into his actions, hands restless and wandering over your frame while his tongue busied itself with exploring your mouth after youâd given him access. Short, breathy moans left your lips when his fingers tucked into the denim waistband of your jeans, eliciting a desperate groan from his as he struggled to undo the button separating him from your heat. The dizzying haze Sanâs soft lips on yours cast upon your mind broke, his eyes closed as he chased your retreating touch when the sudden awareness of your surroundings jerked you away from him. Despite your sudden rigidness, he didnât allow you to move too far, tucking his face into the crook of your neck to inhale the sweet scent of your perfume masking the sharpness of the three cigarettes youâd smoked earlier.
His mouth found your pulse, tongue peeking out to drag kitten licks over the delicate skin in between the gentle pecks pressed onto the column of your throat. His breath warmed the stripes of saliva heâd left behind, âwhatâs wrong?â
Sanâs mouth stretched against your skin when your button finally popped open between his fingers, his thumb and index dragging the zipper down until black lace peeked through the opening. You flinched slightly, eyes wandering to the side while a bashful flush rode up your chest.
âSan weââ you cleared your throat, âwhat aboutâŠ?â
The thumb toying with the dainty lace paused when youâd placed your hand over his, directing his gaze over his shoulder with a faint nod of your head, eyes fixed onto your denim-clad lap. The two guards stood awkwardly by the entrance â Jongho appeared to be unfazed, yet the red tinting the tips of his ears betrayed his nonchalant attitude, intermittent coughs to relieve the dryness of his throat not going unnoticed under Sanâs watchful gaze. Mingi, on the other hand, fidgeted uncomfortably in hopes of relieving the suffocating tightness in his ironed dress pants, shifting his weight from one leg onto the other in a futile attempt to be discrete, the heavy arousal pressing against his zipper too tricky to conceal.
Moving his attention back to you, San lifted your gaze back to his softened eyes with a finger under your chin, âdonât worry, my darling, they wouldnât dare look at whatâs mine,â the words rolled off his tongue laced with dizzying sweetness. Stealing a glance over his shoulder, you noted the averted gazes of the two men, as well as the obvious arousal bulging in the blondeâs pants. Sanâs finger guided your focus back onto him, âuh-uh, eyes on me.â
With a gentle grip around your wrist, he guided your hand down the toned muscle of his abdomen and over the luxury, leather belt, his hand cupping the back of yours to press it into the twitching lust tenting his pants. Your eyelashes fluttered at the rush of arousal drenching your panties, wrapping your fingers around the clothed girth to elicit a shaky exhale from the parted, plush lips mere centimeters away from yours, leaning forward to close the gap between them. No longer minding the two spectators, your low moan vibrated over Sanâs mouth, tongue running over his front teeth while you palmed over his hardness, his chest shuddering against yours at the friction. With an arm around your waist, San lifted your hips just enough to tug the bothersome denim off you, leaving you to kick it off while he revelled in the gentle friction you provided him.
He rolled his hips into your touch, one hand still covering yours at his crotch while the other hurriedly pulled your shirt up to your chest, followed by your bra to watch your tits spill out under the band. âFuck, youâre such a good girl for me, arenât you?â
You hummed, watching as heâd begun leaning down towards your exposed chest before your hand shot up from his pants to grab his jaw, watching as he confusedly looked up at you, cheeks smushed between your fingers and eyes glazed over with want.
âMm, I bet youâd like that,â tilting your head to the side, a playful smile curving your lips as you watched him process the mocking tone heâd previously used on you â your refusal to comply bewildered him, but most of all, it sent shocks of burning arousal straight to his core.
The arm around your waist dragged you closer to the edge of the bar, his other hand raking through the hair at the side of your head, desperation leaking into his tone as he sucked in a sharp breath, âgod, youâre fucking perfect.â
His pouted lips found yours in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, bodies colliding as his urgency and yearning revealed themselves in hungry nips and bites. You carded your fingers through the dark strands, wrapping your legs around his hips once heâd slotted himself between your thighs, heavy bulge pressed and rutting against your overwhelming heat.
Your own impatience clawed at your cracking composure, a man youâd watched from afar, unobtainable to all but those heâd handpicked himself, only to toss away the morning after. And for as long as youâd remembered, youâd hoped heâd never pick you, afraid of the lingering feelings heâd leave behind as his broad frame walked out the room, his scent permeating the sheets still covering your sweaty figure, fingers entangled into the cotton in a hasty attempt at preserving the memory of a man youâd wanted for years, but who only wanted you for a night.
Drawing back to take him in, the dystopian scenario your mind had drew up faded into dust as said man chased your lips, feline eyes shut, eyebrows drawn in as he registered the unreturning loss of your touch. While Choi Sanâs warmth may very well still be torn away from you, the morning sun shining over the world while leaving you alone in the chilling shade, you wondered if the memory of the burning body heat radiating off his soft skin would accompany you during those frosty, weary days. Barely weighing your options, you pressed yourself to the man before you, dragging him impossibly closer with the legs around his waist.
If the dawn of a new day were to illuminate the shards of your shattered heart, at least the moon would have borne witness to your undoing within Choi Sanâs fervid embrace.
âHow about you be good and fuck me already?â
Digging his teeth into his bottom lip, San allowed you to guide his hands past the lacey waistband until your sweet arousal coated his fingertips, running them through your folds to feel you throbbing against him. His response was delayed, breathy as he struggled to focus with his hand in your panties, âbe patient.â
Unlike any other statement that had left his plush lips, Sanâs tone was lacking, the noted detail stretching the corners of your mouth. âI can feel you shaking, Sir.â
The accusation earned you a firm glare, his gaze shifting from the indents of his knuckles against the lace to the cockiness painting your features. Was it nerves, or the anticipation? You wondered if Choi San ever felt any of those emotion, let alone allowed them to translate into his body language. And yet the unsubtle trembling continued, even as the deep baritone sounded in the negligible space separating you.
âCall me by my name.â
It seemed as though your choice of nickname was more alerting to him than the implication associated with his jitters. You wondered if this was his way of showing vulnerability, and the thought of another noticing his quivering irked you, âdonât wanna.â
To your surprise, Sanâs eyes softened, taking your jaw into his free hand and running his thumb beneath your bottom lip, âplease, baby.â He circled his middle finger around your fluttering hole before breaching it, sinking all the way inside while his eyes studied your features. Letting out a breath at the stretch, your lips parted further when Sanâs thumb ran along the cracking skin, tongue peeking out to run over his nailbed. The sternness in his voice vanished and subtle whines mixed into his tone, âplease, âwanna hear you saying my name.â
He slid another finger alongside the first, curving and running them over your walls until he grazed the spongy surface heâd been seeking, noting the flutter of your eyelashes, thighs tensing around his waist before spreading to allow him further access.
âCâmon,â he urged, fingertips digging into your g-spot as he shallowly thrusted them into your cunt, studying your face for encouragement as your eyebrows drew in and soft exhales quickened in pace. His thumb pressed into your bottom lip, and he leaned forward to leave an upwards trail of wet kisses over the slope of your jaw, mumbling against the flushed skin, âsay my name, baby, let me hear it.â
You were putty in Sanâs arms, pleasure building in your gut as he fucked his fingers into your pussy, his hand trapped behind the lace and grinding his palm into your clit, the single syllable rolling off your tongue before you could help it, an airy repetition of his name, âSan, San, Sanââ so sweet, melodic, bucking his hips into nothing at the sound, tucking his head into the crook of your neck and groaning into your skin, deep and gravelly, before sinking his teeth into the flesh.
A high-pitched whimper followed the echoes of his name, your walls clamping up around him as a sudden orgasm rushed through you, thighs shaking and back arching, head thrown backwards as he guided you back down with slow glides against your walls and tender kisses over the bitemark heâd left as a keepsake. Just as the tension in your muscles dwindled, Sanâs hand retreated out of your panties, hurriedly tugging the fabric down your legs and ignoring the audible tearing at the frantic action. He interrupted the complaint at the tip of your tongue with a look, berserk and brimming with searing lust,
âI need to fuck you right now,â his breathing was heavy, rapid, fingers digging into the flesh of your hip while his free hand rid him of his belt, tossing the leather to the side before undoing his pants and leaving them to fall to his ankles. âCan I, baby? Iâll make you feel so good.â
âYeah,â you breathed out in a whine, wrapping your fingers around his biceps after heâd shrugged off his coat, revealing the wide expanse of soft, tan skin and bulging muscle, âwant that, want you.â
Sanâs boxers gathered around his mid-thighs before his impatience became too much to handle, wrapping his arms around you to drag your hips closer before the burning heat of your core met his leaking cock. You breathed the same air, panting into the gap separating you as San ran his length through the slick coating your folds, once, twice, before his eagerness could no longer be held down. A visible shudder shook his toned figure as he breached your clenching hole, his cock stretching you open while you held onto his shoulders for stability, head angled downwards to watch your cunt swallow his cock whole.
âFuckâdarling, you gotta relax for me,â he bumped his forehead with yours, pressing tender kisses to your lips while you adjusted to his girth, unclenching your muscles and allowing the fullness to take over your senses. âGood girl,â he squeezed the back of your neck soothingly, planting a few pecks onto your cheekbone and temple.
He moved in shallow thrusts, craving the friction but refusing to part from the magnetic warmth of your cunt, slick squelching every time he pushed in and soft grunts leaving his lips as he cast his gaze onto your contorting face. He could tell you were still trying to hold your ground, but the pleasure soaring through your body at the languid grazes of his cockhead over your clenching walls dismantled the front youâd built up. And Choi San proved relentless in his pursuit, wanting nothing but to have you falling apart in his arms.
He snapped his hips without warning, a choked moan echoing in the back of your throat, âYouâre mine, arenât you?â he was so close, so deep, building up to a rhythm that rendered you momentarily speechless. âMy own pretty girl to ruin.â
You made no effort in concealing your voice, intermittent ahâs making Sanâs insides flutter as he pounded into you, arms holding you firmly against his body as he seeked the tight squeeze of your cunt.
âYou fucking wish,â lidded eyes not moving off him, you rolled your hips in sync with his, meeting his thrusts with just as much urgency, the heavy presence of his cock continuously fucking into you satisfying a years-long hunger youâd endured in silence.
âYou can pretend all you want, but I can see the fucking mess youâre making of yourself,â the hand on your nape moved to the back of your head, pushing it down to vaunt his slick-coated cock peeking out of your pussy before stuffing it back inside, toned pelvis and snail trail glistening with your arousal as he grinded against your clit every time he sheathed himself within you. Leaning forward once again, Sanâs lips pressed against your cheekbone, moving over the skin as he rephrased his previous question into a sure statement, âyouâre mine.â
And this time, you didnât protest, didnât tease, but simply nodded your head and breathed out a defeated, âyeah, âm all yours.â
Sanâs cock twitched, his hand dropping to your thigh to dig his fingers into the flesh, the other still wrapped possessively around you while he pistoned his hips into your sopping cunt, sweat beading over his temples while your foreheads remained flush, hot air circulating between your mouths as you pressed them against each other in breathless kisses, swallowing each otherâs moans as ecstasy soared through your bodies.
âSanânngh fuckâ" the more your back arched you away from him, the closer San drew you in, as though he couldnât function without every patch of your skin glued to his own; until your nipples pressed together and his scent was all-consuming.
San prided himself in his stamina, but with your walls wrapped around him, his cock pulsed violently and all he could think about was fucking you full. âGonna give you all I have,â he grunted, rhythm faltering and growing sloppy as the build of his orgasm blinded him, âyouâll take it all, wonât you?â
It seemed as though all you could do was nod, the sound of your synced breaths and skin-on-skin reverberating in the air surrounding your intertwined frame. All you could think about was San, so full of San, his scent, his warmth, his secure hold. San, San, San. The man noticed the sudden trance consuming you, moving his head back to hold your face in his palm, waiting until your eyes focused back on him to speak again,
âThere you are,â it was barely a whisper, but you released a deep breath youâd unintentionally been holding, muscles relaxing despite the hurried pace of his hips pounding into you, ââm gonna fill you up, yeah?â Though you were on the brink of delirium, wanting nothing more but Sanâs thick cum deep within you, you remained quiet, watching as desperation seeped into his expression. âPlease, babyâfuckâplease let me, let me make a mess of you.â
You ran your fingers through his damp locks, scratching at his scalp to watch the feline eyes droop further. âBegging looks good on you,â you giggled, noting his slowed pace as he staved off his orgasm, a creamy ring of white forming around his cock.
An exasperated whine escaped his throat, his hips betraying him as they chased a pleasure heâd been delaying, âyouâll look so pretty full of my cum, youâll take it so well.â
The furrow of his eyebrows, pretty pink tinting his skin and fingers trembling where he replaced them at your nape, you couldnât find it in you to refuse him anymore, the familiar tingle of your impending orgasm breaching your brittle mask of nonchalance.
âGive it to me, Sannie, Iâll take it all.â
That was all San needed, the nickname blurring his vision as he stuffed his length into your cunt, pelvis pressed against your clit as he painted your walls with sticky ribbons of pearly white, his cock throbbing while he fed his load into your womb. You watched his eyes flutter shut and mouth form a perfect âoâ as he used your warm hole to milk himself of every last drop, graced with the opportunity to watch him unravel for only a few moments before he dragged you into his body, tucking your head into his neck while he grinded his twitching cock into your cum-soaked pussy. It was so much, so warm as he flooded your insides with his seed, a thin stream dribbling out of your stretched entrance while he shot a few more pathetic spurts.
You tangled your fingers into the short locks at his nape, reveling in the untamed, successive moans San let out into your ear, the mix of his deep baritone and high-pitched whimpers leading your pussy to clench around him. And despite the building overstimulation, he started up a steady rhythm once again, pulling out before slamming back inside. You felt the thick cum flooding out of you, only to be fucked back into your needy cunt. An orgasm youâd thought had dwindled away built right back up as Sanâs cockhead pounded relentlessly into your g-spot, thighs clamping around his hips as they guided you towards the edge.
You clung to his shoulders, hesitantly pushing your head back when heâd gripped the hair at your nape, shaky breath blowing against your skin as he watched you melt in his arms, eyes squeezed shut, âgonna come for me?â
âmhmm,â your cunt pulsed sporadically as he pumped it full of his sensitive cock, and he leaned down to pepper kisses over your eyelids.
âDonât close your eyes, baby. Look at me,â he muttered over the delicate skin, his smile dripping with sweetness once youâd done as he asked, faltering slightly when your walls finally clamped up around him, âthatâs itâfuckâthatâs a good girl.â
Vivid flashes of colour painted your vision, muscles spasming in Sanâs hold as you finally tumbled over the edge. He coaxed you through it with languid glides over your trembling walls, honeyed voice mumbling praise into your ear while ecstasy rocketed through your body, going completely silent through the first wave before a broken moan ripped through your chest. Your cunt squelched with the added slick, a mixture of your release and Sanâs simultaneously being fucked into and out of the used hole, and San wanted nothing but to spread you open and swallow your combined taste until you squirmed and thrashed under him, pulling at his hair and squeezing his head between your thighs. But exhaustion was apparent in your eyes, body going limp in his arms as you finally came down, spasming and whimpering while weakly pushing at his bicep.
San didnât pull out, but simply slid his whole length back inside you and stilled, waiting until your features relaxed before leaning in for a kiss â slow, deep, breaking apart to plant a succession of feathery pecks over your pouted lips.
As he tucked you closer once again, nuzzling your nose into his pulse point, you wondered if this was how Choi San treated all his women, lulling them into a false sense of security before ripping their heart out of their chest, leaving them with the bitter memory of what could have been and the retreating shadow of his broad frame. But one peek over his shoulder, you took in the wordless conversation shared between the two guards, bewilderment and questioning glinting in their widened eyes, frantic hands flailing at their sides in an attempt to dissect the situation. The peculiar scene eased your concerns, and the steady heartbeat of the man youâd longed to hold you for so long laced the air around you with a comforting aroma.
Twisting his head, San studied your dazed expression for a few moments before youâd met his eyes, earning you an easy smile and dimpled cheeks that sent your heartrate on a frenzy, and with your chests flush, Sanâs lips only smiled further at the realization. The man had warned you about the recklessness of trusting him, and while you knew it to be as such, you were content to live in this warm aura of comfort heâd provided you so long as you could bare witness to this side of vulnerability unknown to many. And even if this moment were to be fleeting, leaving you to grieve the short-live tenderness instead of revel within it, Sanâs overwhelming warmth and the fervency of his embrace would eternally linger, casting a comforting glow on any desolate, bitter days to come.
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broken machine ; miles morales.
track four of BROKEN MACHINE.
pairing ; miles morales x mutant!gn!reader
synopsis ; stuck in a time loop, miles had to witness the one thing that he dreaded the most in life over and over again: your death.
words ; 5.1k
themes ; angst, action, mild fluff, mutant au, time loop au, established relationship au
warnings / includes ; repeated major character death, descriptions of injury/blood, cursing, two brief mentions of sex, wolverine & omega red & doctor strange cameos, mentions of x-men & daredevil & wong, set in an alternature universe from the mcu, miles throws up at one point, one (1) reference to spider-man: nwh wink wonk, miles' parents are adorable and i love them
main masterlist.
NOVEMBER SEVEN â TAKE ONE.
Three knocks to his door, in rapid succession.Â
âMiles,â barked his dad. âUp and at âem, kid!âÂ
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Miles groaned into his pillow, propping himself up with his elbow and glaring at the closed door.Â
Outside, a car honked. A plump pigeon hooted by his windowsill. The sun beamed directly into his narrowed eyes.Â
With a muffled yawn, Miles swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He could smell his mom making breakfast quesadillas from the kitchen.Â
The day droned on like any other. He brushed his teeth and washed his face, shrugged on the same black hoodie he wore yesterday, snatched a quesadilla from the plateânearly burning his fingers in doing so, much to his momâs dismay, and kissed her cheek apologetically when she scolded him for not taking out the trash like sheâd asked the day before. His dad was scarfing down the steaming quesadillas by the small kitchen table, eyes scanning over the dayâs newspaper.Â
âAll these so-called âheroesâ⊠and yet crime rates are as high as ever. What a joke.â Jefferson pulled a scowl, reading on about the newest debacle with X-Men and mutants in court.Â
Miles could feel his stomach twist at his dadâs words, but he pushed it down.
âMiles, come sit down and eat,â said his mom, urging him to the table.
With an apologetic grimace, Miles replied, âSorry, ma, I gotta meet Y/N at the dinerâI promised breakfast with them today. Iâll be back before dinner, okay?âÂ
âAlright, mijo. I want you back before the sun setsâI donât want you out and about during the night now,â she huffed, straightening the lopsided collar of his hoodie. âTell Y/N I said hi. Remember what I told you, Milesâuse protection. And donât forget to take out the trash!â
âOkay, okay, Jeez, mom!â blurted Miles, clearly flustered at the prospect of his mom giving him yet another sex talk. He was already pulling on his shoes and waving goodbye to his dad, who muffled out something unintelligible around a mouthful of his breakfast. Just before he was about to stride out, he remembered to grab the bags of trash and toss them into the bins outside, before hurrying down the street to the diner.Â
Knowing you, you were probably already waiting at the diner, halfway done with your milkshake.
Correction, you were well into your second milkshake by the time Miles jogged in.
âYouâre late,â you told him, a fond smile on your face. âI ordered for you.â
âBacon cheeseburger with a side of curly fries? Lemonade with extra ice?â Miles asked, sliding into the seat across from you, the sticky red leather of the booth making him grimace.
You cocked your head at him. âYup. Extra ketchup on the side, too.â
âSee, thatâs just telling me we spend too much time together,â said Miles, affectionately kicking at your feet beneath the table.Â
Scoffing, you popped a curly fry into your mouth. âYou wouldnât last two seconds without me.â
Before Miles could fit in a scathing remark, a loud crashing resounded from far outside the diner, followed by distant screams. Both you and Miles exchanged worried glances, peering out of the window to see civilians frantically running down the street.Â
âGot your suit?â you asked quietly. You had yours on underneath your sweater already, since you had planned to go training with Daredevil after breakfast.
Miles bobbed his head, the light-hearted atmosphere disappearing in an instant. âIn my bag. Iâll meet you there?âÂ
You nodded. âI donât know what it could be this timeâwhatever it is, it doesnât look pretty. Stay safe, Miles.âÂ
With that, you slid out of your booth, planting a quick kiss to his cheek, before dashing out of the restaurant, running against the current of the panicked crowd. Squaring his jaw, Miles darted into the dinerâs bathroom, hurriedly changing into the suit May Parker had gifted him, and hopped right out the small, rectangular window.Â
The fight was about two blocks from the diner. He swung down onto a streetlamp, eyes widening when he caught sight of a bloodied Wolverine pinned against the asphaltâOmega Red not too far from him, his carbonadium coils wrapped around Loganâs biceps and neck.Â
Wolverine let out a growl, his adamantium claws slashing out, but not long enough to reach his attacker.Â
Miles shot a web out to get closer. Though he wasnât all that close to the infamous Wolverine, Miles knew he was a halfway decent guy, and deserved a bit of help.Â
Mid-air, he blasted web fluid straight into Omega Redâs eyes, blinding him momentarily. Furious, the large man roared out an expletive, letting go of Wolverine in shock and scratching the sticky webs away from his face with one fluid motion, before rounding his angry crimson gaze at Miles. One of the metal tentacles shot out in his direction, but before it could reach him, you came barreling forward out of nowhere, a purple blade of energy stemming from your clenched fist.Â
âNo, kid, waitâ!â gruffed Wolverine, a warning about Omegaâs death spores just on the tip of his tongue.
It was too late.
Omega Red chuckled darkly as your blade of energy sunk into his abdomen with a sickly squelch. To Milesâ horror, he seemed practically unfazed by this. You snarled up at him when he wrapped one of his burly hands around your neck, the other coming up to lay over your skull. Miles scrambled forward, shouting your name, but Wolverine held him away, frantically telling him to stay backâsomething about deadly pheromones.
But Miles wasnât listening. All he could see was you, and the final second of your expression shifting from determined rage, to raw fear.
A misty fog began surrounding Omega Redâhis death spores. Your eyelids fluttered and you fell limp in his grasp. He was feeding off of your life energy.Â
A sick crack of bone as he effortlessly crushed your head in his palm.
A raw, blood-curdling scream tore from Milesâ lungs.
Wolverine wouldn't let him go.
And then, it all went black.
NOVEMBER SEVEN â TAKE TWO.
Three knocks to his door, in rapid succession.Â
âMiles,â the muffled voice of his dad drifted from beneath the doorway. âUp and at âem, kid!âÂ
Outside, a car honked. A plump pigeon hooted by his windowsill. The sun beamed directly into his narrowed eyes.Â
He immediately sat up on his bed, breathing heavy and labored. A tear fell down his cheek and Miles hurriedly wiped it away with the back of his palm.
âWhat theâŠ?â he muttered beneath his breath, glancing at his phone to see that it was November seventh.Â
Huh. So it mustâve all been a dream. Wolverine, that weird metal-tentacle dude, you dyingâŠ
It was all a dream.
Huffing out a sigh of relief, Miles swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He could smell his mom making breakfast quesadillas from the kitchen. Funny, his dream-mom had made quesadillas as well.
The day droned on like any other. He brushed his teeth and washed his face, shrugged on the same black hoodie he wore yesterday, snatched a quesadilla from the plateânearly burning his fingers in doing so, much to his momâs dismay.
âMiles, I told you to take out the trash!â she scolded, crossing her arms expectantly.
For a second, Miles froze. This was⊠eerily similar to his dream.
Realizing that he had yet to reply, Miles hastily choked out, âSorry, ma. Iâll take it out when I leave.â
âWhere are you going?â she asked, eyebrows raised.
âDiner. Meeting Y/N there for breakfast,â Miles responded. âIâll be back before dinner, okay?â
From the small kitchen table, his dad glanced away from the dayâs newspaper. âAll these so-called âheroesâ⊠and yet crime rates are as high as ever. What a joke.â Jefferson pulled a scowl, before reading on about the newest debacle with X-Men and mutants in court.
Huh. Miles could swear his dad said the exact same thing in his dreamâŠ
âAlright, mijo. I want you back before the sun setsâI donât want you out and about during the night now,â she huffed, coming forward to straighten the lopsided collar of his hoodie. âTell Y/N I said hi. Remember what I told you, Milesâuse protection. And donât forget to take out the trash!â
âAlright, alright, Jeez, mom!â blurted Miles, flustered at the prospect of his mom giving him yet another sex talk. He was already pulling on his shoes and waving goodbye to his dad, who muffled out something unintelligible around a mouthful of his breakfast. Just before he was about to stride out, he remembered to grab the bags of trash and toss them into the bins outside, before hurrying down the street to the diner.
âYouâre late,â you told him, a fond smile on your face. Cupped in your hands was your second milkshake, already half-empty. âI ordered for you.â
âThanks,â said Miles as he slid into the seat across from you, the sticky red leather of the booth making him grimace. âHey, something really weird happened this morning. Itâs likeâdeja vu, but in my dream? Like everything I saw in my dream felt weirdly real and then when I woke up, the exact same things started to happenââ
Before he could continue explaining, a loud crashing resounded from far outside the diner, followed by distant screams. Both you and Miles exchanged worried glances, peering out of the window to see civilians frantically running.
This happened in my dream! thought Miles. Unless⊠unless it wasnât a dreamâŠ
âGot your suit?â you asked quietly. You had yours on underneath your sweater already, since you had planned to go training with Daredevil after breakfast.
Miles opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water.
You blinked at him, miffed. âMiles? We gotta go help them.â
Head feeling stuffed full with cotton, Miles bobbed his head hesitantly. âItâs, uh, itâs in my bag. Iâll meet you there?âÂ
You nodded. âI donât know what it could be this timeâwhatever it is, it doesnât look pretty. Stay safe, Miles.âÂ
With that, you slid out of your booth, planting a quick kiss to his cheek, before dashing out of the restaurant before he could even begin to think to stop you, running against the current of the panicked crowd. Squaring his jaw, Miles blew out a deep exhale and ran into the dinerâs bathroom, hurriedly changing into the suit May Parker had gifted him, and hopped right out the small, rectangular window.Â
As soon as Miles saw Wolverine and Omega Red a couple blocks down the diner, he knew whatever he had seen in his quote-unquote âdreamâ hadnât actually been a dream. Maybe he was in an alternate dimension? Or could it have been time travel of some sorts?
Whatever it was, Miles had to find you.
He swung down onto the road, ready to stop you from getting too close to Omega Red. Swiftly, he shot out web fluid straight into Omega Redâs eyes, blinding him momentarily. Furious, the large man roared out an expletive, letting go of Wolverine in shock and scratching the sticky webs away from his face with one fluid motion, before rounding his angry crimson gaze at Miles.
One of the metal tentacles shot out in his direction, but before it could reach him, you came barreling forward out of nowhere, a purple blade of energy stemming from your clenched fist.Â
âNo, kid, waitâ!â gruffed Wolverine, a warning about Omegaâs death spores just on the tip of his tongue.
Prepared, Miles pushed you out of the way, frantically yelling out, âStay back, heâs got killer pheromones!â
But it was too late.
The long, spindly carbonadium cords darted forward and snaked around both of your ankles, sweeping you off your feet and dangling you upside down in a matter of seconds. Desperately, you tried to hack away at the metal with your energy blades. The determined snarl on your face began to wane into one of fear when it proved to be fruitless.
Omega Red grinned manically, eyeing you like a wolf would a hare.Â
A misty fog began surrounding Omega Redâhis death spores. Your eyelids fluttered and you fell limp in his grasp. He was feeding off of your life energy.
Miles yelled out your name, but Wolverine held him back, telling him it was for his own safety.Â
âTheyâre long gone, kid,â the X-Man gruffed, grip unrelenting. âIâm sorry.â
A raw, blood-curdling scream tore from Milesâ lungs.
âLet me go!â he cried. It wasnât a dream. None of this was a dreamâit couldnât be.
Wolverine wouldn't let him go, no matter how much Miles struggled.
And then, it all went black.
NOVEMBER SEVEN â TAKE THREE.
Three knocks to his door, in rapid succession.Â
âMiles,â said his dad from the other side of the closed door. âUp and at âem, kid!âÂ
He shot up from the bed, breathing ragged.Â
Miles swiped at his watery eyes, burying his face into his palms. If that hadnât been a dream⊠what was it?
Car honk. Pigeon hoot. The sun beamed directly into his tired eyes. Right. This was the third time heâd lived through today. He mustâve been stuck in a time loop of some sorts.Â
But how was he supposed to get out?
Swallowing heavily, Miles slipped out of bed, changing out of his pajamas, and got ready for the day. He had to get to the diner.
The mouth-watering aroma of his momâs quesadillas wafted from the kitchen.Â
âMiles, come have breakfast!â she called out just as she noticed Miles pulling on his shoes, tilting her head. âAnd just where do you think youâre going?â
âOut. Diner. Y/N,â said Miles, rushing. âSorry, ma. Iâll be back soon!â
âWaitâ!â she exclaimed, but he was already dashing out the door and sprinting down the block.
You were just starting on your second milkshake, brows raising when Miles stumbled into the diner, nearly ripping the door off its hinges in his haste.
âHey, youâre not late for once!â you proclaimed, clearly amused at his haggard state. But your humored expression melted away when you saw that Miles was in no smiling mood. âWhatâs going on? God, Miles, you need to sit down.â
Blowing out a breath, Miles slid into the booth and began to explain. It was a terrible explanation, one that made no sense at allâbut Miles was desperate and clearly not thinking straight.
âRight, so, Iâve been living today for the past two days. And Iâve seen you die beforeâtwice! I wake up every time you die. It must be like, uh, likeââ
âMiles,â you said, brows furrowed. âIâm so confused right now. Youâve seen me die? Like⊠like a vision or something?â
âNo! Uhm, yes? Wait, no, I donât think so, at least. Iââ
Before he could finish, the loud crashing resounded from far outside the diner, followed by distant screams. Your concern skyrocketed, and you glanced out the window to see what was going on. Miles pulled at the skin of his face, frustrated.Â
Civilians were screaming and running every which way like headless chickens. A woman with a baby stroller tripped over the curb and you sprang up to your feet, immediately breaking out of the diner to help her.
âY/N, wait, you canât goâ!â exclaimed Miles, rushing out after you.
âHoly shit,â you mumbled under your breath as the both of you caught sight of Omega Red and Wolverine barreling down the street in their altercation.
With no time to change into your suit, you clenched your fist, purple energy blade crackling to life around your skin, mildly burning at the cuffs of your hoodie sleeves.
âNo, Y/N, listen to me, you canât go, youâll die!â Miles exclaimed, grabbing your forearm to stop you.
Rounding on him with a heated gaze, you shook your head. âMiles, hundreds of people are going to die! Thatâs Omega Red. He can kill anyone in a close vicinity. I canât just stand back and let him do it. I need to go help Logan.â
With that, you shoved away from him, leaving Miles to stumble after you. He cursed under his breath, shooting out his webs to swing after you.
Omega Red caught sight of the both of you from afar, the red of his eyes gleaming hungrily.
The carbonadium tentacles curled around Miles first, crushing his lungs until he struggled to breath and black dots danced about his vision. He could only helplessly watch as you dived down and slashed at his legs, but were dragged out by the other coil, lifting you up by your head as if you were a ragdoll.Â
To his horror, Omega Red flung you hard across the street. So hard that you crashed clean through the windows of the opposite building, and straight into three consecutive plaster walls after that.
And then everything went dark.
NOVEMBER SEVEN â TAKE FOUR.
âUp and at âem, kid!âÂ
Car. Pigeon. Sun.
Diner.
This time, Omega Red threw a car at you.
NOVEMBER SEVEN â TAKE FIVE.
Quesadilla. Newspaper. Trash.
Diner.
Miles was helplessly pinned to the street as Omega Red used Wolverineâs adamantium claws to slice you to pieces.
NOVEMBER SEVEN â TAKE SIX.
Running down the street. Your milkshake spilled all over the diner table. Miles frantically trying to tell you not to go out. He was so tired.
You went out anyway.
Omega Red picked you up and ripped you clean in half with his bare hands.
Bending at the stomach, Miles threw up all over the sidewalk.
NOVEMBER SEVEN â TAKE SEVEN.
Miles didnât go to the diner this time. He stayed in bed, eyes unblinking and wide, his stomach roiling nauseously.Â
âMiles!â came the muffled shriek of his mom. âMiles, itâs Y/N!â
Legs trembling, Miles stepped out of his room and slowly shuffled down the hall to see his mom and dad standing in front of the television. Rioâs eyes were quick to water, tears dripping down her cheek at the sight. His dad bowed his head and rubbed her shoulder comfortingly.
The news was on.Â
It was you, being recorded on a shaky cameraâbarely visible behind Omega Red, with his burly hands wrapped around your throat as he squeezed, squeezed, squeezedâ
NOVEMBER SEVEN â TAKE EIGHT.
Three quick knocks to his door.
âUp and at âem, kid!âÂ
Miles threw himself out of bed just as the car honked. He was so very tired, eyes bloodshot and limbs weary. But he couldnât give up.Â
Hastily, not even bothering to change out of his pajamas, he ran out of his room after grabbing his web shooters, barely acknowledging his baffled parents. He bolted out the door at lightning speed, using his shooters to hurl himself down the street, to the diner.
People gawked and stared at him with wide eyes. They all gawked and pointed fingers, exclaiming, âHey, itâs knock-off Spider-Man!âÂ
Miles couldnât bring himself to care.
Not wasting any time, he barged into the diner, making his way to your booth. Before you could fit in any comments about how he was late, or how he looked like heâd just gotten run over by a bulldozer, he grabbed you by the shoulders, looking you straight in the eye.
âListen to me. Iâve been stuck in a time loop, watching you die over and over and over again. You cannot leave this diner, Y/N. Iâm being serious. Omega Red is going to come rolling down the street any second nowâbut you canât help in any way, no matter how much you want to, or youâll die and it just resets the loop for me. I need to keep you alive. Do you understand?â
With wide, unblinking eyes, you stared at your boyfriend as if heâd gone mad. A part of you thought this was just some elaborate jokeâbut the longer you looked into his eyesâhis tired, weary eyes, the more you could see how sincere he was being. He was telling the truth.
âTime loop⊠like groundhog day?âÂ
Miles nodded.
âDo you know how to fix it?â
Crestfallen, Miles blew out a shaky breath. âNo. Every time you die, the day just resets and I wake up back in my roomâyour death is basically⊠inevitable.â
A sick feeling twisted in your gut. Not really at the fact that you were fated to die in this loop, but at the idea of Miles having to watch and relive that over and over again.
âOh, Miles, Iâm so sorryâŠâ you began, unsure of what else to say. Eyes softening, Miles released your shoulders, sliding his hands down your arms to thread his fingers with yours.Â
A tentative idea sprung forth when your friend and vigilante mentor, Daredevil, once mentioned in passing a certain sorcerer living in New York that specialized in all things time-related.
âI think I might know someone that can help,â you said, squeezing his hands with a hopeful grin.
The Sanctum Sanctorum was a large, spacious building that remained suspiciously clean despite having only two âcleanersâ that looked far younger than youâWong liked to call them apprentices, though. Youâd passed by the building before twiceâbut never actually had any reason to come inside.
For such an important place, you were surprised there werenât any guards by the door. You and Miles exchanged nervous glances, before stepping in.Â
Stephen Strange was by the fireplace to the right, nursing a mug of a thick purple liquid. Draped over his shoulders was the infamous red Cloak of Levitation, which seemed to perk upwards in the presence of guests.
âY/N L/N,â he greeted, narrowing his eyes at you, as if heâd known you were going to come. âMiles Moralesâwhat brings the two of you to the Sanctum Sanctorum?â
How the peculiar sorcerer knew your names, neither of you had a clue.
âHello, uh⊠doctor, er, sirâuhm, IâmâI think I might be stuck in a time loop?â Heat flushed over Milesâ face as he stumbled over his words, clearly overwhelmed that he was standing in front of an Avenger.
One of Strangeâs eyebrows arched closer to his hairline. âYou think?â
Clearing his throat, Miles winced as he replied, âI know Iâm in a time loop. Iâve been living the same day over and over again more than half a dozen times.â
The sorcerer tilted his head, free hand coming up to stroke his well-groomed goatee. âYep⊠thatâs a time loop, alright. Iâve been stuck in one beforeânasty thing it is.â The unpleasant memory of Dormammu made a grimace pull his lips thin. With that, he began striding away, leaving the two of you awkwardly standing by the Sanctum's entrance.Â
After a second, Strange glanced back, rolling his eyes. âCome on, what are you two standing there dilly-dallying for?â
The two of you scampered along behind him, making your way further into the large building. Down a winding staircase you went, one that seemed to go on for ages. You peered over the railings, blanching upon seeing nothing but darkness for as far as the eye could see. Nervous, you reached out for Milesâ hand, which he gladly took.
Once the three of you had arrived by the floor, torches by the walls magically burst aflame, bathing the room in a warm clementine glow.
âSomething incredibly wrong must have messed up your stream of realityâs timeline for it to fall back upon itself. Something that isnât supposed to happen. Usually time loops occur when alternate realities collide into one another, thereby permanently damaging both realitiesâ time continuumâbut it can sometimes happen on its own to prevent incursions from occurring in the first place. Like a safety net of sorts. Itâs the universeâs way of giving you a second chance. Or⊠seven, in your case,â explained Strange, waving his hand in front of the Eye of Agamotto that rested just above his chest. The golden platelets pulled back to reveal a glowing emerald gemâthe infamous time stone. Most of what he said had flown right over your head, but you nodded as if you understood anyway. âWhat is it that resets the loop each time, kid?â
Miles shifted his weight from foot to foot, suddenly feeling queasy. âY/N dies,â he mumbled.
The sorcererâs eyebrows twitched up in surprise.Â
âAh,â he said, his usually stoic demeanor melting into one of stiff, uncomfortable sympathy. âMy condolences.â
âThanksâuh, condolences⊠taken? Received? Yeah,â Miles awkwardly choked out. If it werenât the dire situation at hand, you wouldâve laughed at your boyfriendâs inability to just keep his mouth shut.
A glimmer of amusement danced behind Strangeâs irises, but it disappeared just as quickly as it came.Â
âAlright, kid, I can fix it for youâjust promise not to talk during the spell. Youâre not the only person whoâs come to me asking to make life-altering changes to the time continuum.â
Neither of you really knew what he was talking about, but you stiffly bobbed your heads up and down nonetheless.Â
With that, Stephen clapped his hands together, chanting lowly underneath his breath. The time stone began to emit a bright, lime-hued lightâone that nearly hurt if you stared directly at it.Â
And then⊠it all stopped.
Strange stopped murmuring in his foreign tongue, the stone stopped glowing, and everything felt eerily still.
Confused, Miles asked, âThatâs it?â
A ghost of a smile traced the corner of Doctor Strangeâs lips. âYeah, kid. Thatâs it. It should all be over nowâyouâll wake up in the real tomorrow, tomorrow. Now get outta hereâbefore Wong mistakes you guys for his apprentices.â
âThank you, Doctor Strange. This means the world to us,â you said, genuine gratitude shining through your expression as you squeezed Milesâ hand.
âYeah, thanks MrâDoctorâSir⊠uhâŠâ Miles began stumbling over his own tongue again, and this time, you couldnât help but huff out a laugh. Strange cracked an actual smile as well, jerking his head towards the staircase.
The two of you began walking back up the steps, a weight settled off both of your chests. Miles more so than youâhaving to watch you die over and over again had taken a serious toll on him.
In a blink of an eye, the stairs disappeared beneath your feet, and the two of you found yourself right outside the Sanctum. Bewildered, the two of you glanced back, only to see a golden-ringed portal just behind you. Strange saluted with two fingers, raising his mug to slurp at the mysterious mauve sludge within his mug.Â
The portal closed a second later.Â
You and Miles stood in a fragile silence for a long moment.
âMiles⊠what you had to go through⊠Iâm so sorry, it mustâve been a living nightmare. I canât possibly imagine what thatâs like. Are you sure youâre okay? Because Iâm here to listen if you want to talk about it,â you whispered, glancing his way. Your expression had softened with raw concern, practically bleeding with affection for the young man beside you.
Instead of answering your question, Miles just shook his head, tightly winding his arms around you and squeezing. His nose rested against the crown of your head as he inhaled the homely scent of your shampoo. After recovering from your initial shock, you returned the embrace, the fabric of his shirt crumpling beneath your grip. His shoulders began to tremble.
âAre you crying?â you asked when he sniffled quietly.
âNo,â he replied, voice thick. âDoctor Strange just has⊠dusty magical carpets, is all.â
A peal of laughter fell from your lips, and you fondly knocked your forehead against his. âCareful now, wouldnât want Wong to fire his âapprenticesâ now, would you?â
Miles gave you a watery smile, before pulling away, holding you at armâs length. âCan you stay with me tonight? I just⊠I donât wanna lose you again. I wanna make sure I wake up in the real tomorrowâwhere youâd still be alive.â
Leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek, you gave him a gentle grin. âSure, Miles. Oh, we can watch the new season of Yellowjackets together!â
âOkay,â Miles said, watching you with a lovesick gaze as the two of you began walking down the street, one that made his dark irises all molten and doe-like. âAnything you want.â
NOVEMBER EIGHT.
Milesâ eyes cracked open blearily. A ray of sun was glaring through his window, shining directly into his face. From outside, he could hear cars honking and the flutter of a pigeonsâ wings as it flew away from his windowsill.
Memories of yesterdayâor ratherâseveral yesterdays, came rushing to the front of his mind. Immediately, Miles sat up in bed, his foot accidentally knocking against the laptop sitting on top of his blanket.
Initial panic beginning to wane away, Miles looked to his side, relief flooding his veins upon seeing you splayed out on the other end of his bed, cheek smushed into his pillow as you slept. You groggily mumbled something unintelligible at his sudden movement, but slipped back into a peaceful sleep not two seconds later.
You startled back awake when Miles let out a sudden whoop of unrestrained joy, loud enough to alert his parents in the kitchen.
âUgh, Miles,â you groaned, burying your face deeper into the pillow. âShut up.â
Wincing, Miles eased back into bed, patting your shoulder while whispering, âSorry, sorry. Go back to sleep.â
He tugged you close into his side, finding solace in your warmthâa physical reminder that you were real.Â
This was real.
Miles grinned into your hairline, and clutched you all the closer.
By the time his mom and dad peeked their heads into his room to check that you two were alright, they were not at all surprised to see the kids fast asleep, limbs tangled and softly snoring away, with Miles taking up most of the space while you were squished against the wall.
The door softly shut once more, and Rio casted an amused glance at her husband, who also had the habit of taking up too much space in bed. âLike father, like son.â
Affronted, Jefferson followed after his wife as she strode away, thinking she was talking about his loud unconscious mannerisms (snoring, and, on occasion, talking in his sleep). âWhat? What do you mean by that? I told you, I donât snore! Not anymore, at leastâŠâ
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The Lost Child - Bonus Chapter [Smut] // Derek Hale x Reader
Series Summary: Y/N Stark was taken from her family when she was three years old. It's fifteen years later and her family believes she is dead. Then how is she living in Beacon Hills?
Warnings: This chapter is just smut with a bit of fluff!
Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader
Words: 2.7k
Note: Part 2 of the Shadow Wolf series is coming soon! Read my latest update for all of the details.
Additional Note: While this is a Teen Wolf x Marvel AU, not everything is true to the shows/movies/comics. I had to change things for the story.
One Last Note: Y/N was adopted by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. I did this so more people can see themselves in this story.
***I do not own Teen Wolf or Marvel or any related characters. This is a work of fanfiction and is meant for entertainment purposes only.***
Masterlist
The Lost Child Masterlist
Previous Chapter
[This is set when Derek and Y/N get home after the major fight at the end.]
 Y/N sighs in relief for the first time in a week. Derek locks the door behind them as they walk into their empty apartment. Kicking off their shoes next to the front door, they are both covered in dirt and dried blood, and their clothes are partially ripped from the fight.
âI think I might sleep for a week,â Y/N groans, flopping face-down on the couch. Sheâll hate herself later when she has to clean the stains sheâs making. Luckily all her wounds are closed, so any blood on her is old.
âI think I heard Stiles and Scott talking about coming over tomorrow, but I can hold them off if you want me to,â Derek replies. He throws his keys into the bowl on the table next to their front door.
Y/N huffs in frustration before turning her head so sheâs no longer inhaling the seat of the couch, âCanât they leave us alone for one day? I swear I havenât had a single day alone since the others got here.â
âOh, do I need to go get a hotel so you can have some alone time?â Derek teases.
âYou know I donât include you in that statement. Especially since the last time we were alone you were in a coma.â
âWell, weâre alone right now,â Derek smirks, looking down at her as he stands next to the couch, âand Iâm no longer on the brink of death.â
Y/N sits up on the couch and lightly punches Derek in the arm, âDonât joke about that!â
Derek laughs before sitting down next to her. âIâm sorry,â he mumbles, pulling Y/N into his arms and pressing a quick kiss to her forehead.
Y/N doesnât respond but cuddles into his embrace. She feels like she still hasnât processed everything that has happened within the last week or so. Out of everything, the thing she canât stop thinking about the most is almost losing Derek. Sheâs scared sheâll close her eyes and see her blood-covered hands again.
âYou know Iâm never going to leave you, right?â Derek asks. With his right arm wrapped around her, his hand starts to slowly run up and down her arm in a comforting manner.
âI know.â
âNo matter what happens, I will always be here for you.â
Y/N groans, âCan we stop being so serious and cute and talk about something else?â She feels like the only conversations sheâs had lately have been serious.
Derek smirks down at her, âWhat do you want to talk about then?â
Y/N looks up at him before peeling herself away from him and standing up from the couch. She walks toward the staircase leading up to the second. When she reaches the bottom of the stairs, she turns to look at Derek who is staring at her quizzically. She grabs the top of her pants and tugs them off along with her underwear. Still staring at Derek, she also tugs off her shirt and bra. She gives him a little smirk and a wink as he takes in her naked figure, âI think Iâm going to go shower. Too bad I donât have any to shower with.â
She smiles innocently as he gets up off the couch and walks over to her. His eyes linger over her body before locking onto her eyes, âI can think of someone whoâd love to shower with you.â
âYeahâŠmake sure to let Parrish in when he gets here then.â She turns around and quickly runs up the stairs as Derek stands at the bottom in shock and disgust.
It takes Derek a moment to recover before running up the stairs behind Y/N, âYouâre so going to pay for that.â
Y/N lets out a loud laugh as Derek grabs her by the waist and throws her down on their bed as they enter their bedroom. Lying on her back, Derek crawls between her legs and places harsh kisses up her body.
âI would still really like to shower,â Y/N giggles, her hands already running through Derekâs hair. Derek pulls away from her body before he reaches her face and walks toward their bathroom. âWait, I didnât say stop!â
She jumps a little when Derekâs shirt hits her in the face. Pulling the shirt off her face, she can see Derek stripping off the rest of his clothes through their open bathroom door. âAre you going to stare all day or are you going to come join me?â
Y/N rolls her eyes as she gets off their bed and walks to the bathroom. Derekâs back is turned to her as he turns on the shower. She slightly leans against the bathroom doorframe as she admires his muscular back and his muscular, yet plump, ass. She knows if heâd turn toward her she would be able to see his muscular chest, defined abs, and his long, hard dick.
âI can feel you staring at me,â Derek says, turning to look back at her with a smirk on his face as he checks the water temperature with his hand.
âWell maybe you if you didnât look so good, I wouldnât stare at you.â
âAre you saying you wouldnât stare at me if I didnât look like this?â
âNo, Iâd definitely still stare at you.â
Derek slowly walks up to her, looking her up and down, âIâd have to lose my eyes to stop staring at you.â
Y/N rolls her eyes, âCould you be any more cheesy? I donât think Stiles would believe me if I told him some of the things you say to me.â
Derek grimaces as he pulls her into him, âPlease donât bring up your brother right now.â
âWhat?â Y/N playfully smiles at him as she wraps her arms around him. âDoes it not turn you on even more?â
Derekâs frown deepens. His right hand moves from around her waist to give her a quick slap on the ass, âIâm serious.â
âYes, sir,â Y/N bites down on her bottom lip to prevent herself from smiling too big. Derek rolls his eyes as he presses kisses across her shoulders and neck. âShould we take that shower now?â
Derek doesnât answer with words but grabs the back of her thighs, pulls her up, and carries her into the shower. As the water starts to hit her, she presses her hands against the side of his head to tilt his face toward her. She crashes her lips onto his and he slowly lets her down from his hold. Her hands move to the back of his head and run through his hair as her feet touch the shower tile floor.
Derekâs hands roam around her body as if to make sure she was still there. Y/N moans as he grabs her ass a bit harshly. His lips slowly move from hers and down her neck. Y/N throws her head back as his left comes up and squeezes at her right breast.
Derekâs lips leave her neck as he quickly grabs her waist and turns her around in his hold. Moving his hands to her hips, he presses her ass against his him. âIâm going to make you cum once in here. Then, Iâm going to make you cum at least two more times before I do.â
âItâs been like a week since we last did anything. Are you sure you can make it that long?â
âJust for that, Iâm going to make it twice in here.â
âYou say that like itâs a punishment.â
Derekâs left hand moves up her body before wrapping gently around her throat as his right hand glides down her body toward her core. He squeezes her neck in warning as she tries to tug his right hand down faster.
Y/N huffs in frustration when he pulls his hand away from hovering over her clit. Her eyes follow his hand as he reaches up and pulls the removable showerhead off its hook. With his left hand still around her neck, his other hand runs the showerhead around her body to slowly wash away the dirt and blood thatâs still on her.
She moans softly as he lingers around her breast. Her nipples harden as the hot, steady stream of water flows onto her boobs.
âAs much as Iâm enjoying this, I was promised at least two orgasms in here,â Y/N says, pressing her butt back into his hard dick to make her point.
âPatience,â Derek says lowly.
He lowers the shower head from her breast and down to her pussy that feels like itâs throbbing in anticipation. Y/N bites her bottom lip as the waterfall from the showerhead starts to hit her where she wants it most. It feels good, but she needs more.
Almost as if Derek could read her thoughts, he uses his thumb to turn the showerhead to the massage setting. Y/N gasps in pleasure as the water goes from a pleasant flow to a powerful stream that seems to hit her clit in just the right place. His left hand squeezes around her neck again as she starts to squirm from the intense gratification the showerhead is giving her.
âHoly fuck,â Y/N moans out. She can already feel her first orgasm approaching fast. She canât tell if itâs because the water stream is hitting her that well, or if itâs because they havenât done anything in a while. Honestly, she thinks she couldâve orgasmed just looking at him earlier.
Derek can tell sheâs close from the way her back is slightly arching away from his body, âYou might as let go now because youâve still got to give me one more in here.â
âShit,â Y/N eyes roll to the back into herâher hands grabbing Derekâs left armâas her first orgasm washes over her. Her body twitches for a few seconds before coming down from her high. She whines and tries to squirm away from the strong water stream still hitting her sensitive clit.
âStay still,â Derek presses a kiss to the side of her head. âGive me one more and Iâll take it away. You remember what to say if it gets too much?â
âKanima.â
âGood girl,â Derek presses another kiss to the side of her head as he brings the shower head closer to her clit, so she has less room to squirm away from it.
Y/N moans as the pleasure of the powerful stream hitting her pulsing clit outweighs the sensitivity. She lets out of string of curses as her second orgasm hits her faster than her first. The combination of the showerhead and Derekâs grip on her neck has her vision going white, her legs feeling weak, and her body spasming.
When her senses come back to her, she notices the showerhead is back on its hook and Derekâs hand is no longer around her neck. His arms are wrapped around her body holding her up while heâs pressing light kisses against her neck.
âHoly fuck,â Y/N says through her hard breathing.
âIs that all youâve got to say?â Derek teases her.
âGive me a minute to collect my thoughts and maybe I can say something else.â
Derek turns her around to face him with his arms still wrapped around her to help hold her up. He smiles lovingly at her before pressing a soft, sweet kiss against her lips. âAre you ready for part two?â
âIâve barely even showered,â Y/N jokingly exclaims.
âYouâll need to shower again afterwards anyway,â Derek smirks. He winks at her before scooping her up into his arms bridal style. Y/N throws her arms around his neck as he uses the arm behind her back to turn off the shower. She laughs as he carries her out of the shower and into their bedroom, gently laying her on their bed.
Derek lies between her legs as Y/N wraps her legs around his waist and pulls him closer to her. Y/Nâs hands find their way back up to his hair as they make out. They can feel their love for each other through each kiss along with the gratefulness that theyâre both okay after everything that has happened.
Derek continues to kiss her as his body pulls away slightly and his right hand trails down her front. His middle finger circles around her opening before slowly pushing into her vagina. Y/N moans into his mouth as her vagina subconsciously squeezes around his finger at the intrusion before relaxing. He slowly moves his finger in and out as he starts to prepare her for his cock.
Y/N starts to grind against his hand as he adds another finger, âIf you keep going at this rate, I might cum before you get inside me.â
âGood,â Derek says, moving from her mouth down to her neck. If she wasnât a werewolf, she would be covered in hickeys in the morning.
Y/N lets out a loud moan and her back arches off the bed when his thumb grazes her clit. She feels overwhelmed by his thumb rubbing circles on her sensitive clit, his fingers curling and hitting her in just the right spot, and his mouth now attached to her right nipple. Her toes curl and her hands clutch at the bedâsânow wetâcomforter beneath her as her third orgasm washes over her. Her body is still spasming as Derek slows his movements as she comes down from her high.
Derek presses a hard, long kiss to her lips before he pulls his fingers out of her and moves away from her. He reaches into his bedside drawer and pulls out a condom and a small thing of lube. Y/N smiles up at him as she watches him rip open the condom packet with his teeth and roll the condom onto his hard cock. He uncaps the small lube bottle and spreads the lube on his covered dick with his hand. âAre you ready?â
âJust get in me already.â
Derek grabs her legs and spreads them a bit wider. He stares down at her already wrecked pussy with love and lust in his eyes. He canât help but bring his hand down to give it a quick, hard slap. The squeal and moan that Y/N lets out goes straight to his cock and makes him impossibly harder.
Derek uses one hand to hold one of her legs out and the other to slowly guide his dick into her. He lets out a low groan as he enters her. He can see her biting down on her bottom lip and her lands clenching around the comforter as he eases the rest of the way into her. He bends down to kiss and suck on her breast as she gets used to him being in her.
âMove,â Y/N moans, moving her hips a little to get him to move.
Derek removes his mouth from her left boob, âWhat was that?â
âMove.â
âI think youâre missing something.â
Y/N has to hold back from rolling her eyes, âPlease.â
âGood girl,â Derek smirks at her before sitting up. His arms wrap around her legs as he starts to slowly thrust into her.
Heâs trying hard to hold himself back, but the feeling of her walls squeezing around his cock is making it hard to. Y/N eyes roll back and her back arches as his thrusts start to speed up. Her moans are loud enough that thereâs no way they wouldnât get noise complaints if they had neighbors. Thank god the people below them moved out two months ago and no one else has moved in. They probably wouldâve heard them even though theyâd be two floors down.
Wanting Y/N to cum before him, Derek moves one hand to her clit and starts to rub hard circles on it. Y/Nâs body starts to spasm as her fourthâand lastâorgasm washes over her.
The feeling of her vagina spasming around his cock causes Derek to orgasm too. His hips start to slow and stutter as he cums into the condom. He stops his thrust before pulling out of Y/N. He pulls the used condom off his dick and throws it into the trashcan next to his bedside table. He looks down at Y/N who is still spread out on their bed trying to catch her breath.
A smile crosses his face as he stares down at the woman he loves. He bends down and leans over her to press a soft kiss to her lips. âI love you.â
âI love you more,â Y/N says, pressing another kiss to his lips.
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Art and Ice
Pairing: Eventual Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Characters: Natasha, Wanda, Pietro, Loki, Bucky, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, a lot of the avengers cast is mentioned.
Summery: This might a 2 or 3 parter. College AU, our boy Bucky is on the hockey team, and reader is an art major (because I love that troupe and couldn't help myself)
Warnings: Not beta'd! All mistakes are my own. Friends fluff, swearing I think, mentions of college students being college students. Bit of friendly harmless flirting between friends. Derogatory use of the word puck bunny. Bucky is a playboy. There is not interaction be MC and Bucky quite yet.
Word Court: 1935
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Please do not repost, translate or otherwise copy my work elsewhere, thank you! Lunaroserites on tumblr and ao3
âI donât know what to do,â you groaned as you threw your head back against the worn couch.Â
âI want the project to focus on movement, but lifelike movement. Human movement.â You mocked your professor. It not being nature themed had to be a jab just for you. All your projects were nature related or still motion.Â
âProfessor Grace wasnât targeting you,â Wanda said, letting out a chuckle at your dramatics.Â
âAre you sure youâre not a drama major?â Pietro laughed as he threw a butter packet at you.Â
âYou two are the worst,â you sighed as you threw your arm over your eyes. Twins, why did my best friends have to be twins. The world is cruel, your thoughts drift.
âWhy donât you come to the track and draw me?â Pietro wiggled his eyebrows at you. You rolled your eyes in response. Â
âEh,â you sighed. You didnât want a solution at the moment. You just wanted to complain.Â
âShe just wants to vent guys,â Natasha said as she came through the door holding a couple bags of takeout and a box of wine. âAnd I doubt she wants to see you and the rest of the track team in those tiny little running shorts you call clothing,â she sassed at Pietro. He just laughed, and stuck a pose with his leg up on the bar stool next to the island counter causing you all to laugh with him.Â
âThank you,â you exclaimed as she handed you your food. You threw a 10 at her and settled back down into the couch.Â
âYou know, you could come by the rink and draw a couple of the guys,â Nat mentioned. Her long term boyfriend was on the hockey team, Clint, a sharpshooting winger nicknamed Hawkeye.Â
âPfft,â you scoffed. âIâm not going to have them think Iâm one of those, puck kitties, or whatever theyâre called.âÂ
âPuck bunny,â Wanda chimed in, you pointed your chopstick at her and smiled.Â
Natasha let out a loud laugh, one of those full bodied ones, âgod they wonât think that.â You raised your eyebrow at her and gave her an incredulous look.Â
âI canât have them showing off because Iâm there. I need to get them in their element. Not focused on what Iâm doing,â you groaned again. âBiggest issue is I will need permission from the person or people. So theyâll have to know.âÂ
âLike I said Princessa, draw me. You have my permission,â Pietro winked, you rolled your eyes at him.Â
âYouâre too obvious of a choice. And as much as Wanda insists that Professor Grace doesnât have a personal vendetta against me, sheâll love pointing out I picked the safe option,â you whined.Â
âWanda, you havenât seen Grace in class. She will take any chance to criticize her pieces. Nitpicking to the extreme.â Natasha chimed in, âif it wasnât for Dr. Rain I think our resident artist would've failed out of this course by now.â Dr. Rain was the head of the art department and after a wholly undergraded piece you submitted last semester Prof. Grace was on thin ice. So she graded you fairly but took every chance to tear you apart in front of the class.Â
âIâll think about the hockey team. It would be the least expected from me anyway,â you signed and got up from the couch taking everyoneâs garbage and throwing it out. Football season was over, but the hockey season was in full swing right now and our team was top of the league.Â
âThey have practice tomorrow night, you should come by and look at it,â Nat said, giving you a knowing look.Â
~The Next Day~
That's how you ended up in the rink. Underdressed because you didnât realize how cold an ice rink would be in the stands. You were right though, about the type of girls that hung out there, they were scantily dressed and leaning over the tunnel that the players exited and entered from. How they werenât frozen baffled you.Â
Nat was sitting reading a chemistry book across from you near the bench, as you didnât want the team knowing you knew her. Well everyone but Clint. Youâve hung out quite a few times over the past couple years. You took a seat a few rows up opposite the bench near what Nat called the Sin bin (penalty box.) It gave an excellent undisrupted view of the rink and the players as they practiced.Â
The sounds of skates gliding over fresh ice and sticks bouncing off it was an almost soothing sound. The puck skittered across the ice as it was passed between teammates and shot toward the empty net. The goalie, a guy named Quill, was performing some kind of ritual at the opposite end of the rink. Nat mentioned he was a bit of an odd duck. But according to her all goalies were odd in their own ways.Â
The movement was fluid and easy to follow. How these giant men moved so weightlessly across the ice left you in awe. The Captain of the team was a blonde center named Steve Rogers, better known as Cap. Most of the school knew him, he was in a few of your art classes over the semesters. His girlfriend Peggy, was the student union president.Â
The star of the team was his blurry best friend James âBuckyâ Barnes. He was a âwinger,â with good prospects for the NHL according to Nat as she gave you a lowdown of the team as you guys went there just after practice started. He was nicknamed the White Wolf. How a man of his size moved that easily was mesmerizing, he almost floated over the ice and it looked like he was dancing. He was sinfully handsome as well. Every other week he had a new girl hanging off his arm. Undoubtedly one of those puck bunnies as they were called. He was the talk of the school after the football season concluded.Â
It made you dislike him on principle. The sports were definitely more priority in the school and the art department lacked thanks to these overgrown toddlers on skates. But you couldnât deny his natural handsomeness, he looked effortlessly handsome and it was almost unfair.Â
You looked down at your sketch pad that you had been absently scratching at. Bucky seemed to be your muse because you couldnât take your eyes off him as he effortlessly skated around the rink. You were in danger and you knew it. You gulped and closed the book before quickly gathering your things and leaving.Â
It didnât take Nat long to text you and ask where you went. You sent her a quick message back saying you were cold. Not that Bucky, the school's playboy, had quickly become the muse of your piece.Â
âNat, I thought you said your friend was coming by,â Clint asked as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.Â
âShe did, she left because she was cold,â Nat chuckled.Â
âAnyone know the pretty one watching by the sin bin?â She overheard Wilson ask. âAnd what she was doing?âÂ
âI think I was in a couple art classes with her,â Steve mentioned missing your name.Â
âI wonât complain if she comes by again,â Barnes said. Wilson raised a brow at him.Â
âWhat, so you can break her heart well?âÂ
âLook doll, itâs not you,âÂ
âItâs me.â Wilson and Stark said together. Barnes shot both men a glare. Then the high pitched whine of Barnes newest fling squealed his name and that was Clint and Natâs queue to hightail it out of there. The collective groans from the rest of the team matched her thoughts.Â
~A couple days later~
âLoki, I donât know what Iâm going to do, this project is worth too much for me to go safe,â you sighed as you laid your head on his lap. He was reading some classic novel for his English class in the student commons. His fingers nimbly moved through your hair as he held the book in the other hand.Â
âDarling, just go back to the ice rink,â he knew almost immediately when something was up when you were walking together a couple days later. The perspective bastard. Loki was your best friend since middle school, his brother Thor was the star quarterback for the football team in both high school and here.Â
âWhy would I do that,â you pouted.Â
âBecause you clearly want to draw this man, and it will ruin you for months just like that piece you did of Helena,â he said shortly. Helena or Hela was his big sister and she was absolutely stunning. You had pined over drawing her for a piece for months before Loki forced you to ask her. It fixed everything and life back to normal after you painted the piece.Â
âI hate when you do that,â you whined, his eyes flicking down to your face.Â
âHate what darling,â he mused.Â
âThat, being reasonable and knowing what I need before I admit what I need to do.â He laughed and ruffled your hair affectionately.Â
âComes with years of experience,â he sighed and placed his book down next to his leg. âDo bundle up this time will you,â he called as you walked away, you quickly flipped him the bird as you rounded the corner.Â
And there you were back at the rink again. Although tonight was a game night and the rink was packed. â20 dollars,â a nasally boy said as he pushed his glasses up, he looked bored out of his mind.Â
âPardon?â You asked, looking at him.Â
âItâs 20 dollars to get in the game,â he said in an annoyed tone.Â
âOh, Iâm a student,â you showed your ID card, he rolled his eyes, â5 dollars.â You nodded and placed the five down. Only partners of the team got in free. Perk of fucking one of the team members you guessed, that must have outweighed the fear of them cheating or getting bored. You knew that wasnât fair. At least two of the guys were in committed relationships and one was in an on again off again relationship. The rest though you werenât sure, you shock your head at the thought.Â
You caught the flaming red hair of Nat in her reserved seat next to the bench, Peggy was next to her. There were a few open seats at the top of the rink, not great from getting a good view of what you needed to draw. But it would have to do. Instantly your eyes were drawn to Barnes, number 17, flying up the ice leaving the opposing team in the dust, snow? With a quick flick of his wrist the puck was shot sideways and Barton scored. The crowd stood and cheered loudly. You wished you had ear plugs now. The buzzer was insanely loud and made your ears ring. How Nat enjoyed this youâd never understand. Barton. You thought, Nat wasnât big on sports, but she was big on her sweet boyfriend.Â
You focused on Barnes as he showboated around the rink, celebrating his assist. He moved so fluidly, you were mesmerized. You drew many little pieces focusing on the movement trying to capture the effortlessness of him skating. You were startled from your drawing when the buzzer screeched again the crowd roared in applause. The team scored again and it seemed to be Barnes that scored this time. Hats flew onto the ice as he skated around. That was odd, you squinted at the action. His eyes caught yours for a split second as he rushed past and it felt like eternity.Â
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Where We Kept Our Magic (I)
How We Met
Hello everyone ! I know what you are all going to think âholy shit, Carole is back with a new series AGAIN how many of these does she have?!â The answer is simple : a) I have no self -control whatsoever hence the numerous series, b)there is no excuse, Iâm simply a very messy writer. However, so far, Iâm keeping up with all the series, so⊠letâs see!
This series is a little peculiar, because it is not meant to be a real series. This will be made of scenes and snippets that are independent from one another (more or less) taken at different moments in an AU. But there isnât one major plot binding the whole series together. The concept is simply to explore the idea of Sirius dating a muggle reader, nothing more. Each chapter = one moment in their lives. Iâm starting off with how theyâve met, but the following chapter might not even be posted in chronological order, weâll see. The idea is really to just have a collection of moments, thatâs all.
Also, a huge thank you to @damalseer and @reg-arcturus-black because weâve talked about this fic together, and I have listened to their amazing concepts for this.
Now, that being said, I hope you all like this cute concept! Let me know what you think!
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Pairing: Sirius Black x Muggle!Reader
Warnings: none for this chapter (one mention of weed and none of the characters smoke) except for extreme fluffiness that might lead to cavities or a melting of the heart.
Summary: You and Sirius meet when youâre still young, and yet you fall head over heels for each other. But everything gets complicated when you learn that Sirius is a Wizard! Now, your whole world has to be reimagined. -This series is made of many independent snippets taken from Sirius and Muggle!Readerâs lovestory â
Word Count : 3747
Masterlist for the series - Sirius Black's Masterlist - Main Masterlist
The music is loud, maybe too much so. Banging your head under the neon lights, you get dizzy after a while. Itâs hot, full of people, an underground concert somewhere in Soho. Your friend has dragged you here, and youâve sneaked out of your parentsâ house to come. They will kill you if they notice your absence.
Youâre sweaty, but you canât say that you care. Your make up is smeared by now, eyeliner getting away from your eyes, and you donât mind. You bang your head to the music still, some rock band you didnât know before coming here. Still, theyâre good enough, they make you jump up and down like a mad woman and thatâs exactly what you need. Youâre seventeen, youâre young, you want to be free. And as you let the music in, let it shake your body and echo with your heartbeat, you do feel like youâre breaking barriers, even if it canât last beyond this night.
Your friend is shouting, and screaming along the song even if she doesnât know the lyrics, and you laugh at her. It feels good. It feels liberating⊠Rockân roll and Soul and the blurred scent of weed.
âI told you it would be awesome!â Jackie shouts, sending a wink your way through her pink heart-shaped glasses.
âIt is!â you nod in agreement, screaming above the music while jumping up and down some more.
âWorse getting in trouble?â
âIâm not thinking about that right now!â
âNo?â
âRight now, Iâm enjoying myself! I can worry on my way home!â
âNow! Thatâs the spirit! You know what? You deserve a beer, rebel girl!â
You laugh at that, and let Jackie disappear through the crowd to get some beer from an illegal bar at the back of the room. Youâre seventeen, youâre way too young to drink, and you donât give a damn.
The beat drops, it makes your ribcage tremble, it shakes your brain, youâre dizzy again. You donât wait for Jackie to be back, instead, you jump and clap along to the rhythm of the song. You only slow down when you have a strange feeling, like someone is staring at youâŠ
And indeed, when you turn around, you notice a guy looking at you, a couple of rows behind.
Tall. Long dark-hair. Even from afar he seems extremely handsome, but the cold kind of beauty that fits better to a statue than to a living thing. Unreachable. Yes, thatâs what is painted all over his features. Someone to admire from afar. A leather jacket, a Queen t-shirt. You canât see his legs, but you bet on some dark jeans. He looks like trouble. An awful lot of it⊠And as he stares at you, you canât help but find him intimidating.
But then, he notices that youâre looking at him, and his lips curve into a small, crooked smile. And you kind of like it.
You turn away again, though, and Sirius averts his gaze as well. This is ridiculous, anyway. Heâs in Muggle London, at an illegal concert, getting drunk with James, Remus and Peter and this⊠Youâre probably a Muggle, like everyone around him except for his fellow Marauders. Heâs spotted you through the crowd: with your woollen crop-top, your flared jeans, and the bandana in your hair, you look like a hippie.
But heâs a Wizard, youâre off-limits. Too complicated, especially for him.
Instead, he raises his cup to drink some beer, but he finds the glass empty. He mumbles some insult under his breath.
âIâll get some beer,â he tells James, his friend nodding but too busy dancing to properly answer.
And Sirius smiles bright at the sight of his best friend, his brother, grinning and having the time of his life, sweaty and hair even more dishevelled than usual, glasses lopsided upon his nose.
Theyâve been back from Hogwarts for a couple of weeks, itâs their first night out since theyâve come back to the Potters. Itâs Siriusâs first summer having a real home. And so far he loves it, and tonight more than ever. Theyâve sneaked out of the Pottersâ house to get on the Knight Bus and travel to Soho for this concert Remus had heard about through a Muggle friend of his. And Sirius loves it. Every second of it. His friends, the beat of the music through his ribcage, the lights, the shouts, the guitar screaming, the banging of his head to the rhythm⊠He loves it. He feels free. Heâs been feeling that way since he ran from his parents the previous summer. It hits him with full strength now that heâs out of this mess, that he can be whoever he wants. Heâs broken free, it feels a lot like flying, same exhilarating feeling.
He moves across the crowd to get a drink. Heâs seventeen, too young to drink, but he doesnât care. He doesnât care about anything tonight. Tonight is for fun, only. His problems, the struggles of his world⊠that can wait for tomorrow.
The bar is at the back of the same room as the concert, the music is still as loud as it was when he was in the middle of the crowd, dancing. He points at his empty plastic cup while mouthing another beer to the waiter. The middle-aged man doesnât ask questions. Heâs smoking something, and Sirius isnât sure itâs a mere cigarette. Sirius admires the tattoos on the manâs arms, intricate details painted with black ink. He wants to look like that. He wants to be tattooed, heâs been thinking about it for a while. Heâll get his first one during the summer, itâs decidedâŠ
He thanks the waiter and pays for his beer, but Sirius doesnât get very far. Heâs barely turned towards the stage again that someone bumps into him, and half of his beer is now wetting his favourite t-shirt.
âOh fuck! Dick! Canât you watch were youâreâŠâ
But he looks up and his voice dies out when he falls into your eyes.
Heâs only looked at you from afar, but he recognizes you in an instant. Itâs weird. Like⊠like he knows you already. Like heâs drawn to you, for some reason.
His voice is much lower when he speaks again.
ââŠgoing.â
Your eyes are wide-open, you apologize profusely. You almost seem afraid of him.
And you are, for a part. Sirius is even more intimidating up-close. And his voice is deep and cold, and yet you love it. You love the deep, tumultuous sound. And his eyes are of a deep grey, like a summer sky before a thunder-storm, almost black under the blinking light of the concert. Heâs much taller than you, it doesnât help with the cold calmness that oozes from his frame, a feeling of something dangerously beautiful, almost aristocratic.
âSorry, Iâm so sorryâŠâ you keep on saying that, and it takes Sirius a moment to finally react. He has to blink a couple of times before that.
Because you look beautiful like this, under the blinking lights. You are a hippie, you have the complete set of clothes, and he loves it, you look adorable. Thereâs something wild and determined in your gaze too, he doesnât really know what it is, but it makes him feel safer anyway. Youâre almost intimidating, in a wayâŠ
âNo, itâs me. Iâm sorry,â he mumbles, and he wonders why heâs acting almost shy now, he can feel a blush spreading across his features.
You notice his reddened cheeks, and you canât refrain a smile. He looks cuter this way, almost kind.
âI⊠Iâm sorry, Iâm clumsy as fuck, sometimes,â he speaks, but the music is too loud, you canât catch all the words.
âIâll pay you another drink,â you offer, speaking loudly so he can hear you, but he shakes his head.
âNo, no! Itâs fine.â
âIâve ruined it.â
âNot at all. I mean⊠kind of. But itâs fine. You didnât mean it.â
Youâre staring at each other, and it is very strange because⊠because you can feel that heâs trouble and yet you canât seem to look away. Heâs a good kind of trouble, you reckon. Not the classic bad boy, thereâs something more layered into these dark eyes, and you want to know what it is all about. You donât know why you feel like you know him, already. Like⊠like youâre drawn to him.
He's opened his mouth to speak again when Jackie shouts your name, grinning as she spots you, and you turn towards her.
âI was looking for my friend over there. She went to get us drinks.â
âI see.â
âSorry again for the beer.â
Before Sirius can add anything youâve turned around and youâre disappearing through the crowd, following Jackie, and Sirius remains standing there, with his glass half-empty and his wet t-shirt stinking of beerâŠ
It takes him a moment to shake himself out of his thoughts, to look for the guys in the crowd again, to join them once more.
Heâs barely reached the group that James turns to him with a mischievous grin that clearly means trouble.
âSo⊠found a pretty lady, Padfoot?â
Sirius rolls his eyes.
âShe bumped into me and nowâŠâ
He shows his drenched t-shirt, but James is not fooled, and neither are Peter and Remus, who are shaking their heads at their friend.
âThatâs why you were blushing, of course,â Remus teases him, earning himself a punch in the arm.
âFuck off, Moony!â
âHeâs right, though,â Peter adds with a chuckle. âYou were mesmerized!â
âI was not!â
âYou should ask her out!â James encourages his friend. âSheâs over there!â
Sirius follows the direction his friend is pointing, and youâre there alright. Youâre dancing again, struggling a little because of your drink. You throw your head back as you laugh at your friend⊠youâre charming, really, even from afarâŠ
But Sirius shakes his head, drinking some beer instead.
âMuggle,â is his only answer, barely audible above the loud music, as Sirius is more careful now.
But his three friends roll their eyes in unison.
âCome on, Pads!â Remus encourages him as well.
âToo complicated,â Sirius shakes his head.
âIt doesnât have to be anything serious! Itâs summer! You could have a fling, for a couple of months,â Peter argues.
And Sirius is hesitant now. His friend is right. It doesnât have to be complicated. It can merely be a fling⊠nothing seriousâŠ
âBesides, maybe she isnât even nice!â Remus jumps in again, still rubbing his painful arm. âYou should talk to her, while you still can.â
While you still can⊠Why does Sirius feel such an urgency all of a sudden? As if⊠as if he has so much to lose, when he hasnât, really. Youâre a stranger. He doesnât even know your nameâŠ
He wants to know it though.
He heaves a sigh, one last hesitation, before he downs his drink in one large gulp, and strides across the crowd towards you.
His heart is beating so fast, and he doesnât even know why, because⊠he doesnât know. There are no stakes whatsoever. So, why is he nervous?
You donât notice him until heâs right by your side, and Jackie frowns at him, wondering who the hell he is.
You freeze when you turn to him.
âHey.â
âHey?â
Your voice is too shy, he canât hear you, but he guesses what you said by the movement of your lips.
âI⊠I was wondering⊠would you like a drink?â
Heâs cursing himself for not looking as confident as usual. Heâs never stuttered like that in front of a girl before.
You seem to hesitate, and he shoots you a crooked smile. Itâs charming, but it still looks a little shy. You really love thatâŠ
âIâve kind of changed my mind about the beer,â he jokes, and itâs enough to make you smile.
Behind you, you feel Jackieâs finger poking at your side, and you know what she means without looking at her. You can hear her voice, what she would say, her exact words.
Handsome bloke who seems to be our age. Youâd better say yes!
And youâve come here tonight to feel free. No consequences for now, no trouble, youâll think about those once you try to sneak back into your parentsâ house. For now, youâre in this crazy concert, under blinking neon lights, this guy is gorgeous and thereâs something pulling you to him and⊠and itâs enough. At least, itâs enough for a drink.
âAlright, but Iâm the one who owns you a drink. So, Iâm buying.â
He grins at that, agreeing with a nod, and you walk towards the bar again.
You buy Sirius his drink, but the music seems even louder than before, and when he tries to speak to you, you canât hear a thing.
After a second try, he leans closer to speak into your ear. So close, you can smell cigarettes, leather, beer and something of citrus on him. Your head spins a littleâŠ
âMind stepping out for a minute?â
He reads on your face that heâs scared you away. You look up at him with worried eyes, and he curses himself for it.
After all, he still looks intimidating, with his cross earing, the pentagram pendant around his neck, his charming smileâŠ
Is he simply a teenager? Or a psychopath? No one can know, after all⊠and youâre just seventeen, and heâs a stranger, and you ought to be careful.
He leans closer again, and you force yourself not to breathe his scent too deeply, not to close your eyes when you feel his breath graze the skin right behind your ear.
âWe can stay by the door. But itâs too loud here.â
As if to prove a point, he points at his ear, then his throat. And heâs right, of course. If you want to talk, even for five minutes, you canât do it here.
You slowly nod, going on your tiptoes. He bends a little to bring his ear to your level.
âIâll warn my friend then.â
He nods with a smile, lets you cross the crowd.
You warn Jackie, she tells you sheâll check on you in ten minutes, just in case. And youâre grateful for it.
Meanwhile, Sirius throws a glance towards his friends, and they all give him some thumb-ups and some ridiculous grins, and he rolls his eyes.
You come back after a mere minute, and you let him guide you upstairs again.
Itâs the end of spring, the beginning of summer, but the night is still fresh, cooled down by a small breeze. It sends shivers across your skin, but thatâs a nice feeling. It clears your head a little bit. After the loud sound of the concert, the lights, the crowd, the shouts⊠it feels good to step outside in the quiet of a night in London.
A car drives by, thereâs the rushed whisper of the wind in nearby trees, but thatâs about it, really. A few people are taking a break from the show too, gathered in small clusters all along the backstreet where you stand now. As a reflex, you step closer to a lamppost, looking for the light. A lost moth in a dark streetâŠ
Sirius takes a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket, and offers you one, but you decline. He lights one up for himself.
âDo you like the concert so far?â he asks after taking his first drag.
âYeah, itâs fun! I didnât know the band before tonight though, so⊠not great to sing along!â
âDidnât know them either. I came with a friend, heâs the one who knew the band. Theyâre good, though.â
âYeah, they are.â
âYou came with a friend too, right?â
âYeah, with Jackie! She kind of⊠dragged me here, to be honest.â
âIâm grateful she did.â
Thereâs flirt in his tone, and you canât help but shy away. And you look adorable like this, Sirius loves it. But then again, you donât seem comfortable yet, and he wants you to be so.
âWe can go back whenever you want, you know? Itâs fine if you prefer to find back your friend,â he offers.
And you genuinely consider accepting, walking back inside and run away with Jackie but then again⊠you donât really want to. Because Sirius is beyond handsome like this: smoking, tilting his head to the side a little as he waits for an answer, his face bathed in the golden light of the lamppost.
And you love his voice. Deep, much warmer than before. More welcoming. CharmingâŠ
âItâs okay, Iâm just⊠not really used to going to concerts like that and⊠thisâŠâ
He smiles at that, a smile more earnest, brighter too, and you like it. He doesnât seem so scary nowâŠ
âNeither am I, to be honest.â
âYou look like the part, though,â you joke, pointing at his leather jacket, his t-shirt, his combat boots. He laughs at that, and you find that you like the sound. Itâs brighter than you expected it would be.
âTrue but⊠letâs say that I didnât often have the opportunity to come to this kind of things. Besides, Iâm still young. Plenty of time to catch up with that now.â
âHow old are you?â
âSeventeen.â
You seem to relax at that.
âIâm seventeen too.â
He raises an eyebrow, his smile crooked again, near a smirk, and you like it. You really do.
âAre you still in high school?â you ask him, and he nods.
âYeah, huh⊠boarding school.â
âOh, I see. It must be nice to see your parents during the summer.â
But he merely smiles, and doesnât answer. You silently curse yourself for obviously touching a nerve.
Itâs alright though, Sirius doesnât mind. He doesnât reckon that itâs a conversation fit for such a night though, so he changes the topic and guides it towards you again, and finally asks for your name.
âY/N,â you answer with a smile, and he finds that he adores the sight of it; itâs infectious, he wants to smile too now. âWhat about you?â
âSirius. Sirius Black. I know, weird name.â
âPretty though.â
You exchange a grin, but the gesture is shy for both of you.
Damn, Siriusâs throat tightens, and heâs a ball of nerves, really. He doesnât know what it is about you that just⊠makes him lose his cool. But he loves it. Itâs endearing. And youâre worth it. He can feel it.
He guides the conversation towards you again, and ten minutes fly by, and you forget all about Jackie whoâs supposed to check up on you. Sirius is on his second cigarette, and you donât even notice her when she smiles at the sight of the two of you and decides to leave you alone and head back for the end of the show.
You talk for a long time, actually. Youâve relaxed as the minutes flew by, you feel good now. You donât cling that much to the light of the lamppost, youâre turned fully towards Sirius instead. Another source of light, even if this one seems more complex.
You talk for a long while, so long that people start flooding the street as the show ends. Youâre both running out of time⊠and neither of you want to say goodbye just yet.
But itâs late. Very late, the night is heavy and the moon is declining. You must go home, and so does he.
He takes a deep breath, before diving.
âWould that be too much to ask for, if I wanted to go on a date with you?â
But youâre not so hesitant anymore, and you grin up at him.
âThat would be nice.â
Sirius grins, his heart skipping a few beats.
âWhat about some dinner?â he offers, remembering an Italian restaurant where Remus has taken them before. âOn Friday?â
But you canât afford to take the risk of your parents saying no, and going out with a stranger on a Friday night is a lot to ask forâŠ
âWhat about lunch, instead?â
Sirius merely shrugs.
âSure. Okay. Letâs do that. Thereâs an Italian restaurant a couple of streets away. Letâs meet there at noon.â
âOkay.â
The two of you exchange a grin, that turns into shy chuckles.
âAlright, Iâll see you at noon next Friday, then, Y/N. And⊠thanks again for the drink.â
âI owed you one.â
âStill nice to be offered drinks by such a pretty girl.â
He expects you to shy away but you laugh instead.
âWow, what a lousy line!â
Heâs a little taken aback, but he likes it. You fire back; he likes that.
âIt was an amazing line!â
âNo, it was terrible. All it was missing was a good old winkâŠâ
Sirius shoots you a grin and flirtatious wink in response, and you hate yourself for letting your heart miss a beat at the sight, but you can hardly help it. You laugh harder still, the sound infectious, so much so that Sirius chuckles too.
âWell, for our date, please, work on your flirt,â you tease him, and he decides that he adores this side of youâŠ
âVery well, maâam.â
You exchange one last smile, but you canât buy yourself more time. And Sirius knows that heâs staring a little too much, but he canât help it. He just wants to remember you perfectly, waiting for this date.
âGoodnight, Y/N. Be safe to go home.â
Your smile grows fonder.
âThank you. Same to you, be careful, itâs very late. Goodnight, Sirius.â
He wants to bend down and kiss your cheek, raise his fingers to the edge of your jaw to touch your skin, judge how soft it is by himself. But heâs afraid to go too fast, to scare you away again, so he doesnât. He looks at you as you walk towards Jackie instead, as you walk down the alley and disappear by the corner. The boys are waiting for him, amused smiles on their lips, but Sirius doesnât notice them. He merely stares at you instead.
And you want to go on your tip-toes and kiss his cheek, rest a hand on his shoulder to see if itâs as strong as it seems to be. But youâre afraid to go too fast, to scare him away, so you donât. You turn around instead, looking for Jackie, and you walk away, leaving Sirius alone under the light of the lamppost. But then you disappear, and he steps out of the light.
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âsmirchâ episode 2: jay
cast: skater & stoner!jay â rival school student!fem.reader
synopsis: jay park likes liberty, something he felt every time he is either high or on his skateboard. selling weed for the students along with sunghoon, jay will do anything that helps him survive his life in korea. at a time when two rival schools are in a rugby match, it is the perfect time to do business, but heâs intrigued with you, a student from the rival school, who brought a plastic bag of cans of cat food
genre: teen drama, coming of age, slice of life, high school au, fluff, comedy, angst, mature content (drugs, suggestive themes, mental health)
based on: tv shows skins uk; specifically gen 1 banner intro video inspired by series 1âČs opening (2007-2013) and skam norway (2015-2017)
word count: 27442 (27.4k)
warning(s):Â mc has anxiety and selective mutism, mention of overprotective parents, mention of neglectful parents, mention of drugs and consumption of drugs (cigarette and marijuana), drug-dealing, mentions of minor injuries, mention of dead animal, steamy make-out scene, not really a warning but mc used to live in the UK so she's gonna use british slangs and words equivalent to the ones used in american english (if i forget some or wrong in some way, let me know)
message from the moon: remember that this story is fiction. do be careful and read the warnings at the top as both the chapter and the series as a whole will contain serious and sensitive topics.
hello! thank you for waiting a FREAKING YEAR since the last episode my god. this is supposed to be released on jay's birthday and 420 day (cause he is a stoner in this fic *wink*) but because of a tragedy that landed the kpop industry. i didn't post it out of respect. so i try to polish it as best as i could which means adding and deleting plots that make sense within this fic and the smirch series (if you've read heeseung's ep, you're gonna see references that are thrown here too) also, because both mc and jay comes from a wealthy family with a business, you're gonna read business jargons from my business major and from watching too many "succession". oh, iâve also opened an ask my character/behind-the-writing content for this series that you can check out right here. definitely recommend it if you are curious about what the characters have been up to in between the episodes so do ask and enjoy the messiness!
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jay felt naked without his skateboard by his side, but that is the consequence of delivering the stuff this day. heads upon heads all moving to one side as he lets out a tremendous sigh. his friends walk in front of him into the field on the school grounds, yet itâs not his school.
multiple pairs of feet drag on the stony pathway as they are walking around him, but heâs standing still in the middle of this commotion. jay opens the zipper of his backpack that dangles only one strap on his shoulder, pulling out the black plastic bag sat inside with his small notebook that has his marker stuck to it. after zipping the back, pages open as he searches for todayâs date, who bought it, and the amount they're paying: matching the names to the accounts they used to contact him on their locationâthe plastic bag dangling on his wrist.
looking up from the book and screen, he can see his friends strolling to the bleachersâjake somewhere on the field, warming up for his match. jay sensed a tap on his shoulder as he faces where the touch comes from, seeing sunghoon looking at him; a smirk formed on his face and an unknown girl wrapped around his arm, not from the two schools competing today.
âyou can handle giving them by yourself, right jjong?â sunghoon questioned, eyebrows raised as he retreats his hand back while jayâs looking at his best friend and the girl he knows he will find the next morning at their flat.
âof course, iâm used to it. fucker.â he replied, rolling his eyes, as the two boys chuckles. sunghoon then walks away, leaving him alone as he sees his friendâs hand lowering down the girlâs backâwalking somewhere that isnât the seat of the rugby match. jay looks at the two sets of bleachers behind the tall silver fences, one where his school seatsâthe maroon and silver uniform ties on the necks of the people watching are enough for him to knowâand the other where the rivals seat with their dark blue blazers instead of the black ones decelis uses. his eyes scanning the perimeter for the faces of the people that are going to pick up their order, looking for the appearance he has memorized from stalking their instagram profiles.
when the bat mascot came out to the sidelines, waiting for the teams to arrive at the field, he already meets a few of his customers. one was a member of a dance club of the school called âstray kidsâ. another one is the bassist for a band club that was rejuvenated after the seniors that are leaving one by one because of graduation. by the time he made his way to 1/4 off his list, he detects the orange and blue outfit of the moon knights, eyes scanning for a specific back which has written âsim 05â on it, seeing his friend huddle up with the coach and his teammates. his eyes didnât leave the field before the kick-offâthe perfect time to hand the rest as other people are too focused on the game.
walking all around the bleachersâboth of his own school and the rivalsâjay canât help to find the place where his friends sit. while walking down the stairs by the seats, he found them. taehyun recording the match with his digital camera, kai watching while also having another agatha christie book in his hand, sunoo and his best friend cheering for jake and following the chants that the seniors signals on the drums beside the bat mascot, and heeseung sitting beside beomgyuâs sister, hands interlock with each other while the brother is nowhere to be found.
jay does this every time his school has an event: opening a batch order along with sunghoon, closing it around three days before so he can pick the leaves and package them in his flat, then giving it to the people for a cash amount. a sporadic shop opens if they go to parties he or his friends find; usually either from heeseung, sunghoon, or beomgyu. all in all, he has done it so that he could be financially independentâas much as a high schooler could be independent. jay knew his market and the demandâsomething he learned from visits to his dadâs company back when he was in the USâhe utilizes that as best as he can, being a homemade dealer who grew his stuff himself.
nearing the end of his list was around halftime for the rugby match. he can see the echosâdecelis cheerleading teamâdoing their performance while the chants of his schoolmates' echos on the open field and surrounded by levant high; the home of their rivals today. a loyal customer of his just left his peripheral after getting her order as his eyes wander to the two bleachers he stood in between before landing on a group of cheerleaders from levant on the opposite side with their glittery purple outfits. aura is written on their torso in white with a flowy style like the ones the wind wakers has on their merchandise for enticing school spirit in the match season.
thatâs when his eyes move again to see one of the cheer members sitting beside a girl in levantâs blue blazer, speaking to her as she looks to the grass beneath her feet. a dark plastic back in her hands hanging above ground, swaying slowly from the blow of wind.
the echos finish performing as the cheer member besides the girl stood up before ruffling the girlâs hair, earning an offended look from her as the cheer member laughs before going to the field. jay then watches the other cheer member standing up to huddle with the member who sat beside the girlâthe cheer captainâas they all give you a look that lingers on you, something burning as her shoulders slightly pop. even he could feel that sudden shiver from a few meters away. the girl sits back on the seat as she lifts the plastic bag and a hand appears to push it up onto her lap. something heavy is inside it.
the auras perform as he delivers the last orders on his list before going to the seat that taehyun and sunoo have put their bags on for his place as the second half starts. but he didnât watch the match all the time. unlike his friends, his gaze somehow landed on where the girl is sitting. seeing her sit on the seat while eyes trailed the ball flying in the air, unlike the cheer captain beside her chatting along and cheering for the team. not even seeing her opening her mouth to speak.
it is the end of the match when he also stood up on the bleachers as the knights defeat the wakers by such a small margin. a well-performed comeback by jake as he gets the final score, seeing heeseung running down the bleachers and hugging the team along with jakeâs teammates. jay lets out a smirk as he can watch the wide face on jakeâs faceâhe deserves the captain role for this seasonâbefore his eyes view the disappointed levants who lose in their own home. a face of gloom as their crowd cheers for a good match, showing their sportive side.
he and his friends climb down from the bleachers as the decelis crowd blends in with the levants on the way out, creating a mob that moves in one stream like sardines. he bumps other students from all over his sides as they all just want one thing, to go out of the goddamn place. thatâs when somebody slams onto his body with too much force, his abdomen pushed by a heavy item as he arrives at the open area where the crowd disperses. the person who bumps him must not be too far from him as he turns his head before something heavy rolls against his foot.
a can with a photo of a cat at the front?
jay looks up from the can that rests on his foot to find a girl crouching down, picking up similar cans in her hands before putting them into the plastic bag, a black plastic bag.
when she turns her body and walks away, jay finally realizes who she is. who he bumps intoâwell, who bumps into him.
the girl he saw before by the auras. you.
your figure retreats as he picks up the can before it got destroyed by people stomping on it. straightening his body, he glances at a few girls walking in front of him in levantâs cheer uniform. the girl who sat beside you is one of them.
âso youâre just gonna let your sister walk away like that?â one of them said. seeing the girl clearer as something pops up in his head. familiarity.
âyeah, what a weirdo.â another said before they all looked at the girl. he tries to match the face with the name that he knows he recognized.
âlet her be. i shouldnât force her to sit with us.â her voice says as they travel away to the school building. jay stares at them as the name and face click in his head, his eyes glance to look at your retreating figure. connecting the last puzzle piece to find the connection between the two of you.
as a partygoer and a dealer, he has a fair share of people he recognizes either by buying his stuff or just by popularity. she is in the latter category.
jay knew the girlâs name is somi, and she is a senior. he can assure himself that he knows the face and, now, the name. he wasn't aware that she has a sister.
is that why you were so estranged?
jayâs head turns towards where you go as his tall stature helps to find you turning a corner outside the field and on the main street of the school. his legs instantly reacting as he chases after you, his backpack on his back while the can is in his hand. he almost lost you, a few seconds behind your figure. you turned away to a corner as he arrived at the intersection, disappearing like a ghost walking through a wall. but when he arrived at a small street right near levant high and donât see you, he walks ever so slowly on the asphalt road. an entrance to an alley is visible in his view.
jay peeks from the corner to find someone crouching in the empty small alley wider than his wingspan. an abundance of fluff surrounding the figure, realizing the dark blue blazer the figure wears.
you.
meows surround you as jay also hears the sound of cracked open aluminium and you dropping the contents near the alleyâs wall. the animals enclose as they all lean down to eat the food you give. jay steps in closer as he sees you tilting your head at the stray cats eating their food. the salty smell of fish filled the air as he focuses on how a smile formed on your face. even though he only saw a half, he can know yours is a pretty sweet one like a few of his friends have. his shoes moving on the ground creates a few scrapping noises that make the catsâ ears perk but havenât moved their heads yet and focus on their food. the hand holding the can have sweat forming on it.
he steps closer as carefully as ever, doesnât want to distract you or the cats and kittens he sees enjoying the feast. but his nose twitched every time he steps closer so that he could give the can. the felinesâ ears perk again as he steps closer, the itch on his nose getting stronger as he tried his best to rub it away with his empty hand.
god must hate him as his face contorts, letting out his manly-ass sneeze.
his eyes immediately open to find the cats all having their fur rising, tails puffing up, and you drop to your knees from your crouching positionâa shocked look on your face as it turns to despair when the cats run away from where you both are. your head turns to the cats running to hide as you then turn towards him, eyebrows furrowed.
âugh.â was all you can let out as you put the contents of the can you held on to the leftovers of the feast. jay looks at you, guilt swallowing him up.
âsorry. i, i wanted to give you this.â he pushed the can to you as you crouched back, eyes squinting at him before you pulled the can from his grasp and put it into the empty plastic bag that youâd put in your blazer pocket.
he sees you moving from your position as you sit on the ground and lean against the wall across from where the cats should be eating. you were tying up the bag with the last can you didnât notice was not there in your bag. you rub your face with the back of your hand, expecting the decelis boy to leave before you heard the scrapes and someone sliding down beside you. peering from the corner of your eyes you see the decelis rummaging from the pocket in his backpack and pulling out two thingsâone of them is a lighter.
he puts a stick that looks too thick to be a cigarette between his lips, cupping his hand near the lit flame as he inhales before letting out a cloud of white smoke, head leaning back against the wall like you. you find out the scent you smell is no scent of burning tobacco.
the guyâs a freaking stoner.
jay can sense the burning gaze on the side of his head as he looks to see you peering at him, eyes wandering from his side profile to the joint in his hand. he takes that you didnât notice his prolonged stare at you, your sight focusing on the stick in his hand.
âa joint?â
jay spoke, feeling regret as he could only offer that. the only one he had left in his bag. his hand recognizes the heat spreading inside the stick as you look up at his face before returning to the item in his hand. thatâs when you pinch the stick between your own fingers and he lets go, letting you take a small inhale. he thought you might cough from the unfamiliar sensation but you surprised him by taking another inhale, this time a large one, as you let out a fluffy white cloud.
you can handle your smoke seriously, jay thought.
âyouâve smoked before?â he asked, seeing you pause your hand with the joint between your fingers. he sees your eyes moving from his face to the joint then back, shaking your head.
âcigarettes then,â he said as you shrug, giving out the joint back into his fingers as you turn to gaze at the abandoned cat food, no cat in sight. jay canât help but listen in on the serenity of the situation. in an alley somewhere near his rival school, deep enough to muffle all the sounds of car honks, people talking, and legs bustling down the street. he stays there with someone who seems to appreciate the serene atmosphere too. maybe enjoying it too much because he hadnât heard you talk at all.
âsorry that we won against your school. i just have to tame my friend down in the field so yâall can get your chance.â he chuckles right at the end as you shrug your shoulders, a remorseful expression on your face before giving a nod and a thumbs up.
jay takes another puff as the cloud floats to the blue sky between buildings not tall enough to engulf the two of you. the white joins in with the water-made clouds on the blue background. though he enjoys the quietness, it still weirds him out, especially coming from having someone else living with him.
being flatmates with sunghoon and heeseung has its perks, but quietness is not one of themâespecially for sunghoon cause he never seems to be quiet because itâs either he, the girl he brought home, his bed, or his wall that creates the noise. coming from a place like seattle was different enough, a place on the west coast of the american continent that, in his opinion, is a balance between loud and calm. but then, his parents decide to move him from a seaport city to a metropolis in korea without their guidance, just knowing heeseungâback then an acquaintance of his because both of their fathers are friendsâgoes here to decelis high.
jay was a special kid. an only child of a new money family who, by destiny, will be the only one to inherit the wealth his dad has accumulated. his parents know this too: making him go to different classes to learn the most spoken language other than his native korean and sort-of native english; treating him to the highs of life by bringing him to go to vacation in a yacht; and all the craps he has done. but jay has always wanted one thing.
liberty.
no matter what he wants, his parents will always be involved. if he wants a toy car, his dad always bought a lamborghini one, not knowing he wants a BMW instead. when he wants to eat fried chicken, they brought him to a fine dining restaurant at a hotel when all he wants was to eat fast-food fried chicken at KFC. it all seems, to him, his parents donât respect his own wants and needs; always divert him to the âcorrectâ path so he could stay in the upper-class lane in a minority part of some 400 million-populated united states.
thatâs why he agreed to go home to his home country on his own. heeseungâbeing thereâis enough for his parents to trust him. all of that so he can get the freedom he craves.
jayâs savings are always brimming with his parentsâ allowance that is much bigger for his liking, believing that their son wants to pamper himself and heeseung if he likes. he is always been a generous fellow after allâgiving tips to the minimum wage workers he encountered. but he always lied to his parents when asking about how much money he now has on his debit card, hiding from them he hasnât spent much at all. because he rather tried to get money on his own.
teenagers like to experiment with other things to find their âtrueâ selves. so it isnât a surprise that drugs are one of them.
jay always thought that drugs were always a bad thing. but when he discovered that caffeine is also a drug, his perspective changed. drugs are dangerous because of how people want to consume them; it could be addictive, it could be hallucinogenic, and it could be depressant. it can get you high or it can make you travel to another dimension. cigarettes were too common for a drug along with caffeine and alcohol, and he doesnât want to break people up by making chemical-based drugs like cocaine or meth. he picked the safest and most natural route that gives enough high: weed.
he didnât expect he got a best friend and business partner who will do what he wants. sunghoon is a classmate of his back from his first year until now. theyâre seatmates too back then as they both have the same surname of âparkââthe only ones in class. sunghoon told him everything. his parents, being diplomats, made him stay at home with his beloved grandfather nearly two hours away from school. they talked about each otherâs struggles to be from such high-status parents that they bond easily. sunghoonâs grandfather was a pretty rebellious kid himselfâas told by his grandsonâso he allowed sunghoon to live with him and heeseung, not wanting to tie him down.
jay comes to like and enjoy his group of friends. heeseung and sunghoon are his flatmates, jake the jockâthough the boy himself doesnât like the stereotyping, kai the brain, taehyun the quiet, sunoo the friendly, and beomgyu, who is seemingly the de facto leader alongside heeseung. with the inclusion of girls too such as sunooâs childhood friend and beomgyuâs sister who is seemingly on good terms with heeseung after the debacle between them and her brother. he can see the cracks in the group there, getting more showing as beomgyu seems to be more unexpected than ever, taehyun staying by his side more often than usual.
âso you donât talk or?â his mouth blurted out as he can only think of one thing with your quiet self beside him. his head moves to examine the corners of your mouth lifted, mouthing âdependsâ and he can pick up how the air around creates a slight sound from how your mouth moves.
hearing something rubbing the asphalt, he turns to see youâve stood up, one hand holding the plastic bag with the last can of cat food, the other pulling out your phone from your blazer. as the screen illuminates your face, your eyes widen before you glance back at him. your palm opens, curving motion to him as he puts his palm in it as both grasp with each other and you pull him up with your might. his head moves flowy as you look closer to his face, seeing his iris dilated but not that much as he seems sober enough.
âgo home.â you mouthed, no voice heard, as you pat his shoulder before pointing back behind your shoulder and giving him a tight-lip smile with a small wave. leaving him behind with his joint nearly burnt out in between his lips as he stares at your back before disappearing around the corner.
that was the only time he regretted not bringing his skateboard so he can chase you down. but he found another smell mixing with his marijuana. the scent of a rose that could come from one person: you.
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the thoughts of you show up in jayâs mind sporadically. any time he catches sight of a stray cat. any time he smells the fragrance of a rose. any time he sees that dark blue blazer on a teenager. itâs as haunting as the day he moved here. the looming presence of his parents on each of his shoulders. youâre now in their place.
it truly is weird, he realized. he didnât know you until that day. the pieces of knowledge he has about you from that minuscule interaction are: youâre a levant high student and, presumably, youâre the sister of one of the famous students in that, (l/n) somi. jay has always learned to stay determined and focused on what he wants. any knowledge or information he could get that is beneficial to him. but it contradicts what his parents allow or donât allow him to do or act. he is determined to support his group of friends any other way. he is determined to be independent outside of his wealth. now, he is determined to get to know you.
days have passed since you left that alley. he never expected to see you soon, especially with the heightened rivalry of the rugby season. he never said never because as jake said while twirling his rugby ball, âthough we beat them. this is still preliminary. they can come back.â he could still find you someday, sometime.
but the universe said otherwise when he did âerrandsâ, with only a couple of packages left to deliver as he roams the street downtown, passing by buildings of stores when he recognize the arcade heeseung introduced to him a week ago. and the group of dark-blue-blazer-wearing girls crowding a claw machine outside.
the haunting starts once again when he sees the blazer. but this is different. one familiar head stood out to him, the only quiet one in a group of cheering girls, as one of them successfully got a plushie. all except for her.
âgreat job, lily!â he catches one of them saying as he steps to the side, somehow hidden, but he can still listen to them.
âthanks, guys.â he heard the distinct australian accentâsomething heâs familiar with from hanging out with jake a tad bit too much.
all of their figures covered the last girl as they faced away from jay. the only one not having their hands full wrapping the plushie. the tallest out of the three approaches the girl. his eyes widen as he realizes who is being hyped up.
âcome on! you can do this, (y/n)!â the girl said as she shake your shoulders. you give a tight-lip smile, seeing how tense your body is as if youâre holding something back. another girl with long hair pulls out a silver item from her pocketâa coin glinting under the sunlight. he views how each member of your group kisses the coin with you holding it and giving the ultimate kiss. you push the coin into the slot as the claw machine hums. the girls surround the machine, obscuring him from the prizes.
he was also holding his breath as the claw moved from the joystick you were handling. big shifts to the upper-right side before you do small jerks, adjusting the claw to your chosen prize. the anticipation kills him as he can only watch the descending claw before itâs concealed by the girlsâ figures. he waited and waited for at least a che-
âfour out of four!!!!â
your friends were jumping around as you kneel to get your prize, laughter flutters in their space from the surprising yet expected outcome. what he canât believe is that even you laugh, the corner of your lips rising as you smile the widest he has ever seen. but it doesnât last long as your curved corners fall. when he looks up at your eyes to see them focused on him.
you grasp onto your newânot surprisingâkitten plushie, hugging it closer to cover the lower part of your face. your eyes fluttering away from his eye contact but your head is still facing his way as if youâre blanking his existence out of your mind and presence. the sudden change in you felt like whiplash to him, but itâs as if your friends expected it to happen as they near you before guiding you to walk away from the machine and arcade; leaving him with your lingering sense once again. smell, and now, sight.
jay didnât expect so many orders from levant high students after the game. usually, an influx of sales came during sports season but no influx is attributed to a specific schoolâhe wonders if something happened for them to want to try weed. maybe itâs because of that new tv show filled with teenagers doing unexpected shit, or people trying to experience something new other than cigarettes.
he had to wander from here and there around their area for about a week now, delivering the goods. sometimes finding them in hidden places like a dark pc bang near the rows of shops a few blocks from their school. sometimes in the open at the usual skating park he goes to. it was a wonderful week for his business out of the expected great season he hopefully gets in selling. but itâs also a busy one as his business partner is pining over multiple girls. yes, plural. changing one right after the other any other day. he will not be surprised if his dark circles will be more prominent in the following days as the sound of banging walls comes from behind his headboard.
twirling his black marker, the wind is blowing his hair out. his body tilts and balances as the skateboard beneath him rolls on the roughly-textured flat surface of the sidewalk. he looks at the approaching high walls of his schoolâs rival, the sea of students splitting up from his way before leaving specks of them as he nears the gates. the boy sees a bunch of people by the bus stop when he stops and kicks his skateboard up to grab it. pulling out his phone, he awaits his last customerâs confirmation of their whereabouts. their last message was to meet him by their school entrance.
jayâs sight wanders around the environment before his feet brought him near the front gate of the school. the benches that line up the road are vacantâhe remembers his friends and him waiting there before the match where he is left. the students must have gone back to their respective homes to make them so vacant, but there is no sign of his buyer. thatâs when he thought he misheard something.
sniffles.
surely springâs weather causes people to have a runny nose and make them sniffle it up. but this one is not that. heck, thereâs nobody he passes by while he is there listening to that faded sound.
jay turns to find the source before landing on one site. a figure folding its body forward is sitting on one bench obscured beneath the shadow of a tree. their hands covering their face as their body shook from the uncontrollable emotions flowing out. the sniffles getting louder as he nears them. but the scrapes of the ground each time he steps closer didnât help. the person lifts their upper body before wiping the fallen tears on their cheekbones.
you.
you rubbed away your cheeks multiple times as if the stain still sticks, nibbling your teeth as you look away from the boy in front of you. the sound of a crunchy plastic bag is heard from beside you as he sees the glimpse of aluminium cans inside. his mind returns to how your eyes gazed at him a week back. first with annoyance, second with caution. today, with overwhelming foggy grey resembling the dark clouds waiting for its time to drop rain.
âhey-â
you stood up from the bench when jay called you, grabbing onto your belongings and walking towards him on the almost non-existing dirt path. you stride past his body away as your steps increase in pace, faltering away outside the gates as he turns around. something you have done to him twice. though he is under different circumstances: he doesnât need to follow you. all he can do is leave you behind to deliver the goods and get his money. or he could follow so he can comfort you. because, though he only knows you as that levant girl who gives food to stray cats, he never offers somebody his roll.
as if he can smell your rose scent as a trace, he frowns before following your retreating figure meters away from him, opening the text to his customer before saying.
âfuck u for ghosting me. uâll get ur goods tomorrow.â
jay canât use his skateboard to get to you as the street is full of people. moving around people waiting for the crosswalk lights to turn green, around customers buying street, and any other person of all shapes and sizes. but his tall stature helps him see you at the edge of his vision, catching you turning corners before he runs to get you.
jay heaves as he turns the last corner, his shoulder leaning against the brick wall as he slumpsâhe regretted not joining the weekly jog jake does along with sunghoon and beomgyu. eyes looking down at the asphalt while he catches his breath, he uprights his figure so he can continue to follow you.
âfor fuck-â he jumps as he sees an apparition in front of him.
you standing right before him.
an unamused look that is unnatural in your bloodshot eyes burns him. yet, for him, it makes sense.
you nibble your bottom lip as you gaze at him, tilting your head, silently telling him to speak. jay never felt this startled that his senses are hyperawareâeven he can listen to chirpings from blocks away.
âi wanna offer to help you give out the food.â he made up something as best as he can. yet, he can see from your eyes that you werenât believing him completely.
âyou know, repaying what iâve done a week ago?â he rubs his neck.
you killed it, jay. for godâs sake. he thought. he can easily turn around before he embarrasses himself again. jay has never been bold to comfort someone. but you intrigue him. you intrigue him so much more than the crush he got on his classmate back in the first year, before sunghoon got her first and hook up with her. how you are, allegedly, the hidden sibling of one of your schoolâs popular students, is shocking in this day and age where social media and people prying on peopleâs privacy are normal. yet, you donât even seem to talk at all and youâre not treated the same as somi is in your environment.
you push your hand out, open palm, as you sniffle back your leftover emotions. with your other hand, you point to the name tag on one side of your blazer.
(l/n) (y/n). the same last name as who he can now confirm is your sister.
âiâm jay.â he shakes your hand with his before he sees you tilting your head again, looking towards his chest. he follows your eyesight to the name tag on his blazer that is written park jongseong.
âitâs my birth name,â he replied before he caught your hum and let go of his grasp. you use your chin to point towards him before turning around, signaling for him to follow you as you grab one can from the dangling plastic bag and push it to his hand.
he tried his best not to scare any feline youâve called or approach the two of you as you open the canned food, especially trying his best to not sneeze. you and he walk around one neighbourhood full of stray cats as one by one, the weight of the plastic bag lightens with the now empty cans being put inside to be put away and recycled.
in the last alleyway he and you travel, the adult cat there seems to have known your presence, approaching you when you walk closer and rubbing against your legs so you can lean down and pat its head. squeaks and tiny meows enter his ears as he looks at a cardboard box that is lightly shaking. jay approaches closer alongside you as you put the can with the leftover food for the cat, crouching down to see a litter of kittens inside crawling around and even attempting to climb outside the cardboard box. the scratchy sound of the claw against the boxâs texture seems to excite the other ones so that they all wake up.
jay felt something wet on his hand as the catâthe mother of the kittensâsmell his scent before rubbing her head on his palm, allowing him to pat her head and body gently. you let yourself sit on the asphalt alley as you picked up the kittens outside and onto your skirt-covered lap, hearing your small chuckles along with the kittensâ meow as they scattered around the two of you. he follows suit as a few of them approach him and even climbing onto his skateboard as the kittenâs stance change from the swaying board.
the serenity he recognizes between the two of you comes back in his mind as he stares at the fluffy felines who approach him and then you. one of them seems to like you enough that they stick to you while their siblings wander towards his sitting space or eat with their mom. the sun above them is now falling towards the west as jay enjoys a moment he hasnât done before. knowing his parentsâ âoverprotectivenessâ, he could never play outside, let alone play with stray animals.
âthank you.â someone says before he lifts his head from a kitten on his lap to you, who is glancing at him. he didnât even realize it was you who spoke before he is a beat too late.
âshe speaks!â jay exclaimed as he sees you pout, shaking your head. as you continue playing with the kittens that are surrounding you. picking one up to put in your lap, you let the kitten playfully bite onto your finger as he stares at it, wondering if you felt the pain from the bites or if you're benumbed by it.
âso, correct me if iâm wrong, but your sister is somi, right?â he asked, which make quiet down before you slowly nod, the corner of your lips turned slightly upside down. yet, jay doesnât notice and continues his tangent.
âhow has anyone not known of your presence?â
âi like it that way.â you cut him off. you sigh as you grab the kittenâs small body off of you, scooting closer. it scared you that your voice might be too soft so he couldnât hear. well, you rarely talk after all.
âmy sister and i are two different people.â you spoke to him, so soft and so articulated that he can hear a certain accent that you have. âwhat you presume about her cannot be the same as how you presume about me.â you tilted your head away, not wanting to lay your eyes on him. yet, your voice envelops his mind with how pretty yet haunting it is, especially from your quiet persona.
his mind recalls how somi is one of the people in the wealthy crowd. how, technically, you can be known as a chaebol, feeding from the silver spoon that your parents have served you. an old money family and maybe much wealthier than his own family. you lean your head to face him once again, your eyes staring his way but avoiding his own eyes, lips pouting as he gazes at you.
âmaybe iâm much more like you,â you said, looking down at your palm before putting two fingers up from one of your hands, resembling how one holds a roll of cigarette right in between the two before they're being grabbed by the kitten as it bites them once again.
you give the kitten on your hold the last few pats before putting the feline on top of his skateboard, letting you scan the scratch on the top side which is dark-coloured, even finding a shoe mark on it.
âwhy are you here, jongseong?â
jay gulps his saliva down when he heard you call him by his birth name. even with your low-volume voice, the empty atmosphere of the alley lets him hear your words, and it sends shivers down his spine. he never felt this nervous since he tested to go to decelis high. the vision of the future is blurry but he knew that when he passed, he will be happier. but, he just now realized how he has pinned you unconsciously into a box and it terrifies him you notice. he had no choice but to tell the truth.
âyou interest me. seeing you cry makes me want to comfort you. seeing you alone on that first row of the crowd catches my eye. seeing you with your plastic bag full of cat food makes me intrigued by you. seeing you here, living your life with a quiet demeanor⊠you know what iâll say next.â he let out his thoughts and all you can do is give him a small smile.
âwellâŠâ you put your hands on top of where your heart is. chuckles flow out of you, shrugging your shoulders as you let your sight wanders to the alleyway that is only you and he in it.
âitâs funny, innit? how you can easily fancy me when i donât even try to?â you commented, biting your bottom lip as you accidentally let out the slang words you tried your best not to speak out after moving back here. your gaze goes to his skateboard, âthough i am intrigued with riding a skateboard.â
jayâs eyebrows rose from your comment, signaling to him how you want to try it. âyou donât know how to?â he confirmed with your shaking head.
âthen, iâll teach you next time.â
âwill there be one?â you glance between your uniform and his which he catches. though you donât join in on your schoolâs pop culture, you knew about your schoolâs rivalry with decelis high. if there was a history of high school fights outside of sports and formal competition, it would be between decelis and levant. though that tradition has dwindled, the tension is still there. thatâs why both of your schools tried their best to compete; academically and in other ways. you remembered there was a romeo and juliet situation between both schools way back when and their relationship help with erasing the fighting tradition between the two students. but, there is still an unspoken rule between levant students to not have relations with decelis students whatsoever.
your sister told you to stay away from them after her terrible memories of hooking up with a decelis student. how erratic they are, but theyâre also one of the nicest people she knew back then. she knows how narcissistic they are after a few times and now she warns you to stay away. hence, your comment that the boy seems to understand too.
âoutside of school grounds. outside of the uniform. you and i, okay?â he replied. the sound of a ringtone playing startled the kittens around him as he picked up his phone. a âshitâ fell from his mouth as he answered. you heard him talk about what you can assume to be the weed that he introduces to you but thereâs no reason someone calls him about it. does he know someone who sells it?
one of jongseongâs hands wraps around one of your wrists as he uncapped his marker hastily with that same handâas if he is learning to do that for efficiency. you feel the tickle and moist of the marker on your skin, seeing him writing something on your forearm as you hold it in place while his phone is pushed against his ear. he stopped writing as he holds onto your hand until the call ends and he puts your arm back on your thigh before standing up.
âi have errands to do. sorry for leaving you behind,â he answered, and you helped put the kittens back in the box as the mom jumps in and immediately groomed them. you see the boy already on his skateboard, ready to push his leg and skate away.
âcall me, kay?â he gives a small smirk before letting out a last âsee ya.â he skates away from the alley, leaving you behind as you unrolled your blazerâs sleeve, seeing the phone number written on your forearm.
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you miss the home that you had for a decade.
you miss the salty smell of the sea blocks away from your front door and how effortlessly you can go to the pier to take a break from your increasing-in-level studies. it is because youâve always seen it as a mistake for your parents to bring you back here to seoul, deep down knowing just how much they donât acknowledge your well-being here. it is as if you havenât left that town in the first place, seeing yourself as another cog in their clockwork.
brighton is a small town compared to the UKâs capital and not as larger-than-life as the urban metropolis you live in now. but even a place that small can mean so much for a little girl like you who can compare the two. they sent you there after all and you donât know the detailed reason why they did it, even when youâre in the clouds thousands of meters above the ground. âhow can they let you go so easily?â you remembered yourself pondering, watching the people turning into ants as the hum from the plane continues to sound before it became a common buzz for your ears.
fragmented memories appear in your head as you reflect on how close you are with your sister, somi, back then. âtwo peas in a podâ, as she likes to say it; always stayed by each otherâs side. both of you play house together in a dollhouse your parents bought, do random activities in your backyard garden such as making tea parties, and swim in the large pool your mansion ownsâsubmerged by both the sound of nature muffled with the sloshing water. yet, none of your parents is in your sight during that thing, making housekeepers serve you as they focus on their other child: the conglomerate you will inherit in the future.
or so you thought when your parents bring you along to the airport, assuming that you were going to say your farewells to your uncle and aunt that were going back to the UKâinstead of only the couple going home, they have one more person who they brought with them.
somi was too young to give an opinion of letting her younger sister go, wanting her chauffeur to bring her to the airport instead of her elementary school after he told her you went thereâsomething her parents have told him not to tell as they know she will be in a rage, or ânagâ as they like to call it. she believed you stayed home because you were sick, not noticing a suitcase prepared right beside your bed as she left you asleep while smoothing down her uniform. as the years went by, she has to live with only chunks of you in her mind having fun while going to school, being self-taught by your parents business jargons, and learn how to manage things such as her stuff; an early management training to early for oneâs liking. for the longest time your parents separated you both, she thought they also taught the same thing as her too.
you always believed that they might surprise visit you one day after you came back from primary school, expecting to find your sisterâs grin and her suitcase with a different colour compared to yours at the front door of the house you reside in. youâve wondered if your parents have forgotten you after a year thereâmaking you think they see you as a mere relativeâwhile you know have adapted to your aunt and uncle being your parent figures instead. they taught you everything you needed outside of what you learn in the education system, but seemingly not involving you in the business side of things that youâve known before. much different from the complicated words somi has to learn back home when she enters elementary. you donât even remember if you have ever seen your uncle taking any part in the family business, only describing to you the concept of a family trust and how you, he, and your aunt own a part in it.
at the dining table in your last year of primary, your uncle finally told you why you were here.
âitâs because your dad found a successor in somi, like how your granddad saw him back then.â he then points between you and himself, âwe are the spares of the family, (y/n). though we do have a voice, especially in the voting trust, they wonât and donât give us access to the family business, no matter how useful it is to have more than one family member working even in there.â your uncle continue as you glance at your aunt, giving you a small nod and a solemn smile.
you grip your utensils, realizing how left out you are, like a pain plunge into your soul as your uncle chuckled, âjust like the royal family, only one can be the highest monarch. and our family is running on the same first-child basis as what they have here."
with that knowledge out of the way, you accepted your status. you accept that youâre a trust fund baby and you may lavish on whatever money you can get from the piece of the trust you own. then, youâve planned out your future. how you will spend your adolescent years here, going until sixth form, doing a-levels, entering a prestigious university here, and then doing whatever you want for the rest of your life.
that is until your parents called you to go back home to korea when youâre entering year 10 of secondary school.
there is fear within you when you face them for the first time in a decade. comparing when you left to when you arrived back is weird, how unfamiliar all of this has been, even though pictures of the environment outside of the window of the car still look the same as the ones burn in your memory; especially not knowing the motives for why they sent you away other than they see you as a spare. yet, they also donât give any explanation on why they want you back. in a blink of an eye and a step towards them, you donât know what to say or do in their presence.
youâre not a talkative person per se, one of the quiet ones in your class back in brighton and even quieter now. but the anxiousness grows as you went to the mansion you used to call home, how you watch more housekeepers roaming around than the ones you remember they have. then when you and your entourage arrived, you finally meet your sister wearing her high school uniform. and you couldnât openly say âhiâ, giving only a small wave, to which she replied with a small smile. your sister grew up beautifully, especially with her blonde hair that makes her appearance resemble a barbie doll you both used to play with together. still, you donât comprehend what your parents are going to do to you and you stayed quiet about it until these days.
going to levant, they expected you to follow what somi is doing by everyone around you. blend in well, be part of the popular kind, go do cheer, wear feminine accessories and style, and you did so because youâre worriedâstill areâthat theyâre going to spare you away once again. in your mind, this was a way to redeem yourself, to show them theyâre going to regret sending you away. back in your first year of high school, you still have a glimmer of hope that they see you differently and will treat you differently, unlike what your granddad does to your uncle and your dad. but going to school here changes what you thought of as something bad, is now much, much worse.
your quiet demeanour back in brighton allowed others to bully you, but you thought itâs what kids doâjoking around about someone different from them in any aspectâand you fought back. you wanted to use your family name as a shield when you realized they know nothing about it other than the global company your family owns. so, you persevere. you tough it up and face them by not caring about them. and they accepted you, the quiet alien who likes cats because she said she relates to them so much, into the in-group enough that you have a small circle of friends. but here in seoul, the level of toxicity sky-rocketed and you never felt it boil your skin until you see what they do in cheer practice.
eavesdropping from people, you only have two choices after seeing your fellow schoolmatesâ drooping faces and awakening stress: you are going to either join the tradition or be an outcast. your sister chooses the former and her family name doesnât help eitherâsetting an obvious target on her back. when you caught wind of this, you got even quieter, silent, and stealthily wanders under somiâs shadow. yet, having a sister for cheer captain, you canât say you donât have privilege of how your senior treats you. but when you see the other first-year students being overwhelmingly harassed at practice behind the coachesâ guides, you choose to stay silent verbally, but your action contradicts it.
you embrace the other three that seem to agree with your planâlily, haewon, and yunaâas you all tried to expose the toxicity of the cheer group: collecting evidence from photos and audio recordings before sending it to the principal anonymously, and all of you agree to quit right after sending it. the senior cheer members have a smug smile when they know that their weakest soldiers have fallen and left the squad, but they didnât expect you to leave, somi didnât even if she lived in the same house as yours; your room is in the other side of the house from hers. that was the first and only time youâve used your actual voice to them. that was the only time you ever felt powerful against them before you fade again into obscurity.
the comfort level between the four of you lets you try to speak to them, and theyâre so nice to you, letting you set your own pace to open up while the others also do the same thing. lilyâs accent caught your attention and confirmed when she said she moved here from australiaâshe has the same reaction when you spoke and caught a bit of an accent and slang words in the way you talk, haewon never fail to crack your group up from her funny expressions and jokes, while yuna brings out the sassy yet sweet aura of the group. all of you stayed together throughout the first year and even got closer as you all are assigned to the same class this year.
your outings with them become more of a routine, how they give their free time to help you give out food to stray cats, go to the arcade, and other things. being the spare, you embraced your inner princess margaret and start to slowly defy what your parent expects from you, which you now realized because they want you to become somi 2.0. if they donât want you as yourself, might as well make you like their ideal successor. well speaking of it, that is what they told you after you came back home too late for your parentsâ liking, even though somi, who is a year older than you, is still out there.
âyou either going to follow what we want of you, or youâre not going to have a piece of the company.â
gladly, you thought. but you remain silent and it is slowly frustrating them. you now knew your fear and anxiety can become a weapon against them.
you differentiate yourself from your sister, most of your clothesâall were somiâs hand-me-downsâare given to your housekeepers for them or if they have a child back home. you dressed more down-to-earth, quiet literally, with earthy colours that clash with your sisterâs extravagant pastel blues and pinks. and you donât care if your parents tell you their grimy, plus earthy colours look more business-savvy. you always use your pocket money to buy can food for stray cats at least once per week, getting your emotion sucked up by playing with them and giving good to beings that also live on this earth along with humans.
but even under a strong and mysterious persona, people perceived you in ways that they see as negative, calling you a weirdo, a black sheep, a failure, and comparing you to your sister behind their backs. and it all seems to break down when your carpool doesnât arrive to get you home, seeing the text from your assigned chauffeur that they were fired. they were supposed to be on your side as they waited for you to finish giving the cats food and vouch for you. that day you finally broke down, the pressure from inside rising to get out of you.
that is until your second encounter with jay which makes you see a different light of him.
annoyance came to you when his sneeze scare the cats away, like what bloke can sneeze so loud that it rivals your uncle? nonetheless, when he offered you his roll of weed, you accepted it and you wing it. deep down, you were smirking at how the way you smoke makes him think that youâve smoked before it is actually your first time, and you donât care when the buzz reaches your head, sending you into an almost foggy state but making your senses hyper. he must have a high tolerance for being able to ride a skateboard while high, seeing the board with wheels poking out from beside his body when you caught him at the arcade.
but when he approached you in your most vulnerable self publicly, you didnât expect him to utter those words to you. at first, he seemed to want to banter with you about what happened a week prior. but the fact that he fancies you is unexpected. a decelis high skater and stonerâdefinitely a bad boy typeâfinds you intriguing. no other person is as bold as him. sure, you have a few crushes yourself, but you always get the confirmation of people having a crush on you after the feelings were gone. no one has ever openly confessed their interest to you. and now, you didnât know what to comment on other than the obvious fact that youâre also intrigued by him. but you both live different lives, going to rival schools, and you should not even be seen with him at all.
when you see the clutter around both of you, the skateboard was the only way you can catch him before he slithers away, and thatâs what he promises you to do if you text him about it. so now here you are, the floor below you carries you higher and higher before the elevator lets out a âdingâ, opening to the destination floor youâve pressed the button to.
you look between the text he sends you and the apartment number as you walk down the clean and gleaming hallway, hearing the sound of scratching rubber from the trainers youâre wearing. eyes scanning the plaque, you slow down your steps as you arrived at the door with the number he texted you. you press the bell button as it is muffled behind the door, giving a small smile at the front door. a click sounded as the heavy door opens, and an almost recognizable girl behind the ajar door peeks out. sheâs wearing very comfortable clothes that are too big for her figureâsomething you see yourself wearingâbut her hooded eyes catch your attention. it looks as if she has been asleep and the bell you pressed has woken her up. but her upbeat demeanour says otherwise.
âhi, you must be the guest jayâs waiting for,â she said as the door widens. her hand outstretches for you to shake as she lets out a small smirk. jay didnât tell you that she lives with a girl before, or maybe she was visiting to take a rest.
âyou can come in, heâs in the shower.â the girl speaks as you follow her inside the apartment. shoes litter on the front of the door as the girl tried her best to tidy them up while mentioning her name, not catching it clearly as she moved away. when you step inside, you were met with a large open living space and a herbal scent mixing in the airâyour rose scent is obscure by it. a hallway stretches as you see four different doors, but one side of the open space catches your eye. four tidy pots of plants rested on racks, the leaves creating almost like a bed but hollow underneath. your eyes follow the way the plants are structured, how jagged the leaves are, and how only odd numbers of them grow on each stem.
waitâŠ
âi donât smoke them.â you caught the girl say beside you. âbut they do. they sell it actually. hoon and jay,â she continued as you turn towards her, making her neutral expression quickly drops.
âyou donât⊠knowâŠâ her words got a shrug from you as she chuckles, âi thought you were here to buy one.â you shake your head and wave your hands a no.
a boyâs voice call for the girlâs name from behind you, eyes widen as you now recognize who she is by the name that you should've asked her to repeat. thatâs when you turn back to find one of the boys jay is friends with coming from one of the closed doorsâyou know because youâve seen his face in a few photos from jayâs profile. he approaches her as you tried to distract yourself away from their conversation, taking a pretty long time before you heard her voice say, âiâm not leaving her behind. we can stay here first, right?â
âwhoâs her?â you glance at them.
âher.â she points to you as you give a tight-lip smile and a small wave.
âoh hi, didnât see you- wait? arenât you (y/n)? (l/n) (y/n)?â the boy said as you see his hand wrapped around the girlâs love handle. your jaw almost dropped as you realize the signals they give to you. staring at them as discreetly as possible you now realize who each of them is. the boy is heeseung, the famous student council president of your neighbouring school and after jogging the familiar name of the girl, you realized that thatâs the name of beomgyuâs sisterâher style and vibe almost resemble him in a way when you inspect her further. how you know about her is because of what your sister told you about her brotherâher having a bad sentiment that you understand. you sure hope sheâs not as shitty as her brother. but, you didnât realize theyâre exclusive to each other until his smooth moves.
âguilty.â you mouthed while showing a thumbs up.
heeseung lets out a giggle as he stares at you before turning to the girl. âjjong told me about her before, babe. you know?â he said before you see her eyes enlarged, letting out ahs and oohs as she then whispered into his ears. your body shrinks as you glance at them before looking away as fast as you can. the fear inside of you slowly grows as your mind flew everywhere, even taking a dip into your darkest thoughts that youâre always reminded of.
âguys. your giggles are creeping her out.â you heard a voice from behind them as you lean to the side, seeing the boy you were waiting for as you timidly wave. you scoot your way towards him, realizing how similar both of you dress with your grey-tone t-shirt and blue jeans combo. the boy seems to suspect something as you sensed your body being dragged towards him by your forearm. the couple looks at each other as they noticed their friendâs small initiation, letting out smiles to each before turning towards the two of you.
âgood luck on your date, jongseong.â heeseung said as he lets out a charismatic smirk. if your eyes can get widened, it would as you glance at the boy beside you, seeing him with an unreadable expression.
âwe should have a double date, triple i guess if hoon wanna joins but ehâŠâ the girl said, a look of jokingly disgust on her face makes you chuckle inside before jay turns his body and walk towards the door. the atmosphere suddenly tightens as you turn to follow your hangout friend and skateboard trainer to the front door of the apartment.
â(y/n)?â your name is called as you turn your head towards the source. heeseung and the girl let out a solemn smile.
âi donât know what kind of my magic you got to get my boy that whipped for you. but take care of him, okay? heâs been a lot more cranky these days.â heeseung answered as he glance at the girl beside her as she continues, âhe only told us two about how heâs felt towards you. per what heeseung said, he hasnât been this serious with someone since his best friend⊠yeahâŠâ
you blinked and gave tiny nods to tell them you listen to them loud and clear. the mention of his best friend and how she paused her words makes you pierce a mental thumbtack in your memory. though you donât know the detailed sentiment, you caught that this best friend of hisââhoonâ as they like to call himâhas meddled in his love life much more than jayâs liking.
giving a nod and a smile to the two, you return to the front door as you see jay tying his shoes up. besides where you crouched down to put your own on, a cabinet door opens as you catch two skateboards inside in an upright position. one is more decorated than the otherâthe one you recognize he brought when you both feed the cats. a shadow of jayâs stature steps near you as he pulls out the skateboards into his hands before pushing one towards you when you stand up.
âthis is my spare one if this one gets broken. itâs the same model so it should be alright.â the boy explained as you pick it up with both of your hands, the weight of the wood is not as heavy as the cans of cat food you bring in your plastic bagâa few of them are in the backpack youâre wearing cause you rather be prepared than say sorry towards their cute little face for not filling their appetite. jay lets out a small smirk as he grabs his own backpack and tucks the skateboard between his arm and body.
âshall we?â
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the street of seoul reminds you of brighton as you both walk on the pavement, sightseeing square-looking buildings in a street that is big enough for only two lanes going opposite ways. in a way, youâve tried to embrace the âyou from the pastâ now as best as you can. maybe your parents firing your chauffeur is a blessing in disguise at a point that youâve tried to push yourself for nearly a year now, letting you take back the independence you used to have back in your aunt and uncleâs. in your house today, only your housekeepers care if youâre home or not but they also vouch for you if you go to the city by yourselfâcoming from the little acts of kindness youâve done to them. the last day of the weekend isâof course, as crowded as usual. you gaze at the people going out with their families and friends to refresh their minds for the two days they have, and as you both walk near the han river, it seems that skateboarding is one way they refresh.
the skateboard on your hold is a tad bit slanted as you always repair how you grip it. the sound of rubbing on concrete decorates the area that is made of slopes and curvesâthe view of the river is marvellous and you immediately understand why this is jayâs favourite skate park. skateboarders of all diversity make the indents on the ground more colourful with their outfits, their boards, and a speck of street art on them. dangerous tricks such as kicks and spins make you grimace, catching the boyâs attention who is beside you.
âi will not teach you that. unless youâre fucking with me and youâre also great at skateboarding.â you let a chuckle at his comment as you stray from the main path of the han river recreational area to go to the skate park. when you both arrive there, you see people greeting jay in various ways, shouting their hellos, waving their hands, and giving him high five or fist pumps. seeing them in green cargo pants notes you to buy them and put them in your wardrobeâbloody hell, they look great. your eyes gaze at how smoothly theyâre riding their skateboards around you, making your fingers fidget while holding the same thing in your hand.
âhey, weâre gonna put our bags and start, alright?â jay speaks to you right beside your ear. you turn to see how close his face is to yours, very close. you gaze at the faded freckles that decorated his cheekbones, his sun-kissed skin illuminated in the afternoon sun before your trance falls away as you give him a nod and go to the bench that he puts his backpack on. your shoulders are much lighter than before because of the less weight, you roll your shoulders to stretch them up as jay puts the skateboards right by his feet. your palms are getting sweaty as you tried your best to wipe them off. what if you fell? what if youâre reckless enough to do a mistake?
âso, do you have any experience with boards of any kind?â he asked as you tilt your head while stepping closer to him.
âi can ride a bicycle, not exactly a board but balancing on something, right?â
âyup. soâŠâ you see him rub his hand as he drags the skateboard he lends to you with his foot, rolling it to put it in between the two of you. âweâre going to start with balancing. youâre gonna step on the board and tried to balance as best as you can.â he said.
you gnaw the inside of your cheek, staring interchangeably between the boy and the board between both of your feet. your experience riding a bicycle sure helps him calm down, but you didnât mention that the last time you rode one was back in year 7 when, after a certain incident, you just havenât thought of buying another one for yourself anymore. the tingling of the scar on your pelvis from falling off your bicycle comes back as you donât know if youâre balanced enough for this.
as you put one foot on the board, it trembles under you. how different it is that you have to learn how to manage your weight and how much should you put on the surface that has touched. your hands are wide enough for you to get your sense of balance, lifting them as you focus on your feet more. when you felt like youâre ready enough, you lift your other foot off the ground and put it on the board beside yours. the adrenaline coursing through as you thought you nailed it on the first try, no need to embarrass yourse-
the board slips under your foot as hands hold onto both of your arms. you breathe rapidly as your heart thumps as if itâs near out of your ribcage. your reaction to one of your feet slipping to the ground came late as you finally hissed from the pain surging through your nerves, looking up to catch jayâs furrowed eyebrows as he stares at you. you knew from his eyes what his concern was and your nods seem to calm him down as his grip on you lessen.
âhold on to me if you need to, okay?â he reminds you as he drags the board to your feet once again and this time, you lean to what he said. one of your hands in jayâs as you step onto the shaky board one step at a time, letting him guide you upright as you stare at your feet once again.
â(y/n)?â you tried your best to stop your wobbly legs before looking up at him. jayâs face has a look that screams determination as he holds you with both hands near your elbows.
âeyes on me, okay? itâll help with your balancing because of your center of gravity,â he tells you as you gulp down your saliva. breathing in and out, you straighten your posture enough as the board is getting not as shaky as the first time you rode it. how your eyes stay on his face is getting your cheeks warm, even if theyâre looking downwards to your feet.
jay helps you to find your balance as he then teaches you how you use your foot to push the board for it to move, and how the board moves left and right depending on how you put the weight on your feet. and even if he felt confident that you can roll on your own by the end of the day, he didnât expect you to nail it on the first try. you didnât count how much you failed to roll and balance on the board; each time comes with you jumping from the moving board or slip off to the ground. with each accident, jay comes running to catch you before you fall or pull you up to your feet when you fell. but every time he sees you fall off the board, your chuckles always fill your presence. how nonchalantly you take this challenge and how you took this practice session as if you are having fun. and when you nailed it, he couldnât help but clap as much as he can when you turn around and roll on the concrete before stopping in front of him.
âyou did great.â he says as he pulls you close, not minding the proximity because of how close you two had been the entire time when he holds you to not let you fall. and you seem to not mind it either as you mouthed a âthanksâ before you caress the back of your neck, letting you take a rest.
the refreshing water runs down your oesophagus until the very last drop. you work out your ankles from how hurt they are been mostly from slipping, resting them on top of the skateboard that you used as it drags back and forth following your movement. whereâs jay, you asked? you heard his whoop as you stare at his figure flinging all around the slopes. how effortlessly he does aerial spins and kicks his skateboard 180 degrees before landing it perfectly. jay performs as if he is all by himself, with no one to bother him as he tries the tricks he has up his sleeves, but you have a nagging feeling that he is doing it to impress you too.
when jay is skateboarding away at the other side of the area, you let your vision gaze at the other people in your vicinity and the main path right beside the skate park. people riding bicycles, pushing strollers, and jogging goes by that path before you see people cruising down the path on a board, similar to a skateboard, albeit longer. thatâs peng, you thought. skateboarding like jay is doing might be too daredevil-ish for you. maybe riding it that way will give you the same senses but much more relaxed.
âwhatâs peng???â a voice startles you as you found jay now standing beside where you sit, drinking his own water bottle before sitting down beside you. you donât know if heâs asking you the thing that is peng or the definition of peng, but you answer as best as you perceived.
âi saw people cruising down the path with a board, but a longer one?â you quietly speak so only he can listen to you. he replied with a hum as his eyes landed on the path as more people on boards are riding on that path before going to face you.
âitâs a longboard, the one theyâre using. skateboards are shorter but you can cruise with them too. i definitely see you do that more rather than doing tricks.â your eyes follow his movement as he looks down at both the skateboards under you. a chuckle came out and you mouthed âdefinitelyâ. you lean back and rested your hands beside you on the bench, seeing the blue sky that is drifting to the west, with the darkness coming from the horizon. you peer beside you and see jay taking a glimpse of you.
âso how is todayâs lesson?â he playfully asked, as if youâre literally someone under his care, a trainer asking for feedback. to be honest, even with your hurting ankle that might cause unintentional consequences, this moment is the most brighton thing you ever felt in a long time. though you donât want to undermine what you and your friends have, hanging out with someone new outside of the dramas in levant is refreshing.
you can only give a thumbs up which he replied with a wistful sigh. jay grabs onto his bag before zipping open the front pouch, letting you take a glimpse of two different boxes, one youâre familiar with and the other that is customized. he grabs the customized one and opens it for you to see the thick rolls of joint inside, pulling one out before closing it and replacing it with his lighter. jay expected little from smoking weed openly in a place full of people smoking, but he caught your glance and it immediately intimidates him.
you give him a small pout as you shift your head. the look in your eyes shines with panic and concern. jay understood what you meant whilst he pull out the joint from between his lips and returned it to the box before grabbing the cig box he kept, replacing it so he can blend in with the others. âmuch of a daredevil, arenât you?â you commented as he flicks the lighter and put the flame on the cigarette butt.
âwell, youâre right. thatâll be stupid of me to get caught having a joint on me in public areas where people can see,â jay spoke, smoke coming out of his mouth. he offered you the cylinder as you brought your lips to it, taking an inhale as the smoke warmed your mouth before pulling back and slowly letting them go. jay was holding his breath the whole time before he took another shot of the burning substance.
âis there a reason you like weed more than cigs?â you asked, genuinely curious to know from the amount he might consume not even for a week but a day of it. the perception of him being a stoner quickly changes as you now learn that he also makes them too, in his home for bloody heck.
âi like the high it gives me.â he answered with a general answer for a stoner, âand to spite my parents.â jay peeks at you from the corner of his eyes. your body, at once, turns rigid when he mentions âparentsâ. all the memories you had about your parents crawling up in your mind and enveloping your vision in it.
âis that why you decide to sell it too?â you catch his enlarged eyes as he looks between the burning cig that is halfway down, before towards you. you reaffirm his unspoken question with a nod before he exhales the air he was holding.
âiâm trying to be financially independent being left alone here. my parents living in seattle have been pampering me so much it annoys me, you know?â he told you as you analyze it. how by the words he said alone, you can conclude: how wealthy his parents are, how he has been holding back from indulging in what he wants, and how he has lived outside of seoul. none of that information is present in his instagram profileâyou feel dodgy when you see the well-built apartment he lives in, but itâs still not enough of a prediction for past you. you give him a small nod, learning how similar yet on the different side of the spectrum both of you are.
âwhat business does your family run?â jay lets out a tight-lip smile as he turns to you after finishing your question, puffing out the smoke from the cigarette before stretching his hand towards you once again, allowing you to take another hit.
âtravel agency. helping tourists on their vacation in various countries in asia. providing tour guide, setting up tours, et cetera.â you let out a smile as your tongue rubs the residue of the cigarette that rests on your teeth. how sticky it felt youâre familiarizing yourself. you definitely need to brush your teeth as soon as possible when you get home.
âif you know somi, you must have heard my media conglomerate family then. though iâm not the one they're pushing to stay in the limelight like she is.â you let out as you nod as you giggled. âcrazy how similar we are, huh?â your comment takes his attention as your giggles die down. the sky above you is darkening as the streetlights are turning on, yet you both didnât want this to end. but even that, he thought it was not the right time to ask you to elaborate.
âso in that apartment, you live alone?â
ânah. heeseung and sunghoon are my roommates.â jay closed his eyes as he sees the faces of his friends in sight. the ridiculousness of their attitudes back on the bench they always hang out on at school. âwe have this gang of friends at school, all nine- well, ten of us now that always hang with each other.â you let a hum as he continues to introduce his friends.
heeseung, other than the council president of decelis, is his roommate whom he has met back when he lived in the USâtheir fathers are friends and thatâs why he allowed the boy to live with heeseung. sunghoon is his best friendâthe âhoonâ guy youâve been hearingâhas his troublemaker ways. jay mentions how sunghoon is his business partner, helping to send their orders away and more of the one that works in the field. but when you see him mentioning his best friend, you can view how his eyes turn fieryâheeseung told you how cranky he has been, is it because of him?
he continues introducing you to the other people in the gang. kai is a debate club member. his talkative nature makes him a great person who could convince people in an argumentâhe gave an example of the guy being the mc for their family feud-style game night. jake is the captain of the rugby team this seasonâyou chuckle at how he still apologizes that your school lost against them as if you care about it. he mentions how many of his friendsânearly halfâare part of the film club. he mentions sunoo and his best friend, who he describes as the sunshine siblings because of how playful they are. taehyun, who is their documentary guy, loves his camera, and brings it with him all the timeâyou might view yourself in him. then beomgyu, the star actor of the club. the most famous senior in the school other than heeseung as he explained.
âand beomgyuâs sister who is now heeseungâs girlfriend. they had a mess in the beginning and because of that, beomgyuâs not been around us for a while now, bringing taehyun with him for his bidding.â he lets out a sigh, finishes with bitterness on his tongue as you let out a wide smile from how he looks knackered just for describing his nine friends.
âi could say the same to you about my three friends though we donât seem as chaotic as you guys are. theyâre lovable, sassy, funny, and determined at the same time. we met in the cheer squad before all of us called it quits.â you brush your hair as you stare back at him, your smile turning sombre as the mention of them brought you to the haunting memories of constant harassment.
âthatâs why i saw you beside your sister back in the match,â jay spoke enthusiastically before he turns towards you, your eyebrows already raised.
âno- no, i didnât stalk you. i just saw you, okay? your sister ruffling your head before she left to do her routine.â he described perfectly what happened at the match as you give the benefit of the doubt about him. that day, your sister was trying to convince you to go back to the squad again. but the way you catch them treating your junior like crap, you were pissed off. you only come and attend that match so that itâll be easier to give out the food for the felines. you didnât think anyone notice it, especially from the school that youâre competing with.
âwe donât have the best sibling relationship. family things,â you spoke out the fact. taking yourself back to how youâre overshadowed by your sisterâs presence and how you want to escape it. even with how much you avoid being associated with her, people still know you as her sister.
âi feel you, though not the sibling one âcause iâm an only child.â
âthatâs unlucky. new money sole successor. no wonder your parents are pampering you so much.â your comment earns a laugh from jay as he nods his head, knowing that is the truth he carried. âi canât say much being a trust fund baby with parents that neglects you.â you retorted as you gaze back at him.
âmy life isnât as perfect as you think it is.â the sun has now sunk behind the surrounding skyscrapers. the bridges that carry motorcycles, cars, and underground trains passing by make a beautiful silhouette. usually, by this time, you were supposed to be at home. but since your housekeepers help vouch for you and your parents are having a big board of directors meetingâusually takes hours to finishâthey wonât snitch on you. they havenât snitched on you even when you were with your friends playing in the arcade until midnight and later on.
jay drops his cigarette and puts it out with a step of his foot before you gaze at him, eyes looking all over his face that is illuminated by the streetlight behind you. the skaters dwindled in numbers as only a few people are on the slopesâthe ones that are brave enough to trek the dark and uncertain curves with lights at the bottom.
âitâs getting late and tomorrow we have sch-â
âcan we smoke a spliff?â you cut him off, pausing him before he looks at you with uncertainty in his eyes.
âare you sure?â he asked once again, hands already pulling the box where he puts it. you instinctively nod.
âi donât want this to end yet,â you tell your sentiment as many thoughts have infiltrated your mind. maybe the buzz can help you calm down more. your eyes stick to the edge of the slope as you hear the flick and light coming from beside you. jay take in the newly lit spliff before giving it to you as you took one puff yourself. it circulates inside your mouth and the grass scent is catching you off guard before you let it out. itâs warm but you know youâre gonna get the buzz youâve felt again.
your head seems heavy as you take a few more puffs of the roll, letting the quiet atmosphere calm you down. the drug urging you to speak anything that comes into your mind. âyou know,â you straighten your sitting posture, âthat time when you offer me your spliff, i havenât actually smoked beforeâŠâ
âthe fuck?!â the boy exclaims, unhinged just like you do as you sense the buzz in your head pressing down the anxiety and fear that always culminate in your mind.
âyeahâŠâ your words roll out. how your senses heightened as though youâre still sober but with how heavy your head is, you let it relaxes you.
âyou were so good at it though,â he remarks as you let out a giggle.
âdo i? to be honest, iâm just winging it back then. i didnât understand shit.â your giggly reply makes him giggle too. seeing the white smoke floating and disperse into the darkening sky makes you stare at the buildings all around you. their illuminated windows resemble faux stars that decorate the night sky. you always like to stargaze, sitting on the sand of the beach as you stare at the stars from your position by the ocean waves. it is one of your favourite past times there and you always tell your aunt where your whereabouts will be and if sheâll be searching for you. the lights in seoul are too bright for you to stargaze, but you might as well cherish anytime you could get outside of your house, especially with people you are comfortable with. jay included.
âwhy weed? why not⊠pokemon trading cards for a business?â your ridiculous question earns a chuckle from both of youâyour sober part now realizing how talkative and giggly you are under the influence. jay runs his tongue on his chapped lips as he peeks at you from the corner of his eyes. his foot fidgets with the skateboard under your feet, swaying from side to side.
âfinding an opportunity in an almost empty market segment, you know?â you heard him use the business jargon your parents also use as you pursed your lips. holding back your laugh, he is the one that hooks you up to let it out. your head is lolling away from the times you take a hit from the blunt and youâve also noticed how relaxed jay looked, he used to fidget all the timeâplaying with his fingers, playing with the tip of his toes inside his shoes, nibble on his bottom lipâbut now with both of you under a much stronger influence, he seems decent enough and much more hyper about his sense.
taking the last hit for both of you as the flame consumes the rest of the joint, the grassy stench of the substance overwhelming your sense of smell, almost vegetable-like as you wave your hand to get rid of the surrounding scent. maybe youâre not thinking straight enough, but you reached for your bag and pull out your perfume: rose-scented that youâve been wearing. though it smells heavy now, you found a lighter-smelling one back in brighton that makes you like the scent and you regretted not buying a bulk of it to bring here.
spraying it on your wrists and neck, you rub the spots as the aroma masks the one youâve been smelling. you glance at the boy beside you who is also sniffing the air, a content smile on his face. hand instinctively pushes the item towards him. he looks down at it before looking at you give a smile. jay picks up the perfume and sprays it in the same spots as you did, rubbing them before giving it back to you.
âthis is much better than the musk scent i usually wear,â he said as you let out a chuckle, a dry one to be in fact, which you follow with a cough. thatâs when your nerves are aware of how dry your throat is. when you reached for your bottle, you were met with the lightweight material with only droplets inside.
âthink i should head home. iâm freaking parched,â you told him as he covers his mouth before facing you and nods. when you stand up, you can now feel the weight that shows up from your head. but the evening gusts of wind help your eyes flutter open as you picked up the skateboard before something touches your elbow. jay holding you before you straighten yourself up.
âtry riding it on the main path,â he comments as you stare at him with furrowed eyebrows, leaning in closer to him as you recognize your usual rose scent on him.
âare you fucking crazy? iâm not even great enough to skate and now you want me to do it high? freaking dammit jongseong.â you shake your head from his challenge as he then holds both of your shoulders, letting you settle down from your almost tamper tantrum.
âitâs the best feeling in the fucking world, (y/n). believe me.â jay stares right into your eyes. how the building lights behind you shine in them like it reflects stars. how big his pupil has gotten to resemble the night sky. he turns your body as you see white lights decorating under the bridge by the main path.
âthatâs the convenience store. weâre gonna buy some stuff âcause iâm also getting hungry.â you poked your tongue inside your cheek as you glimpse at him. âyou can do it. i believe in you.â
you let out a small, uncertain smile as you nod, letting yourself out of his grasp as you both walk towards the now emptier path. jay sets down his own skateboard as you fix the straps of your backpack. the figure of the boy dashes on the path as he stood on his board effortlessly. âfuck itâ you said to yourself as you push the board like how jay teaches you, giving a few more pushes before putting both feet on the board as you tried to balance the best as you can so it goes on the straight line, eyes looking forwards rather than how your body moves as you let yourself adjust to the board that rolls beneath you.
the wind from the kinetic movement blows your hair as it flings from your face. you can be helped but to let a whoop from the air strike your skin, making you more alive and awake than ever. the figure before you now stand looking back towards you as you notice him laugh, letting you go past him as he follows you to the store.
arriving in the convenience storeâputting your skateboards upright near the bicycle standsâyou stroll around the shelves along with jay. going to the fridges and freezer as you pull out an ice cream and a bottle of cider before turning around to search for jay. his head pokes out from behind the shelves from his tall height as you find him with the cashier, looking at the reddish food in the warm display area.
âyou want tteokbokki? my treat,â he said as he stares at you already with your cold items and him with a coloured soda in his hand. you hadnât had street food in a while from how strict your food regimen is at home and the broth-full lunch at school. but the way the rice cakes rested inside that chill-powdered sauce, you could imagine adding cheese in there as saliva appears inside your mouth.
âbuy a big one for both of us and also add cheese.â you turn to him as he lets out a wide smile.
âyes, maâam,â he replies as he orders exactly that to the cashier attendant. both of you waited by the counter as you see the display behind the cashier for the adults, full of cigarettes and condoms. jay and you stood side by side as you both waited with the view. the awkward silence between the two of you makes you turn to face him. both of your minds seem to be telepathically linked as he turns to see you too. the white, almost blueish tint of the store illuminates his skin differently than the sun, colder. but the freckles on his cheeks stand out more. you canât helpâwith the courage from your weightlessness of reality and consequencesâto reach up and caress his cheek. his eyes enlarged as you turn your body to face him.
âyour freckles are pretty.â you breathed out, perceiving how cold his skin is from your palm as you heat him up. seeing how at first he hesitates before leaning in fully into your warmth.
both of you sit at the table outside as you eat in silence, sharing the large plate of tteokbokki as you munch up your appetite. for all the moments you sat together, you both stayed silent, not commenting on what you did at the cashier. the warmth of the spicy rice cakes fills your stomach as the cold combats and helps with your dry oesophagus. your usual cat whisperer trait makes a couple of cats arrive and rub their head on your calves, pulling out the can from your bag as you marvel at yourself for at least giving out one for todayâit didnât feel right if you donât.
for you, the high has died down significantly as youâre now in your usual quiet state, eating up your food as best as you can as you compare it with the tastes youâve tried. you donât know if buying it is the right call for eating spicy food but you were parched back then, and not sober.
âfuck, i canât. tomorrowâs school again.â jay groans before he hisses, his lips swollen because of the spicy food. he looks up as only the broth of the tteokbokki is left on the plate. âi should bring you homeâŠâ
you shook your head and disagree with him as you left to pout. even if the high has died down, some leftovers of it are still left circulating as you mouthed, âi can go home by myself.â
âyou probably still have the after-effect of being high and youâre going to be alone at fucking night, (y/n). pleaseâŠâ he grabs your hand that is still gripping the chopsticks, catching your attention as you stare right back at him. âlet me take you home.â
indeed, he did as you stroll back home, the ice cream in your hands as jay holds the skateboard you used while his own is peeking out of his backpack. small talks were made between the two as you stroll in the night's dark sky. you wanted to tell him how you have been going home late at night, especially if you hang out with your girls-around a month ago you did just that as you all played in the arcade until midnight and more. but seeing his concern for you made your heart flutter, and by hanging out with him, you now understand how much of a stubborn person he isâdragging you in one way and another as he trained you to learn how to skate. as you walked by the neighbourhoods, you can still see people roaming around to enjoy the nightlife. not as late as when youâre in that arcade playing the hammer machine, competing to get as highest of scores as you can between the four of you.
âyouâre not as cranky as i thought.â
jay turns his head towards you as you felt the ice cream melt in your mouth, nibbling on the little spoon as he raised his eyebrows.
âheeseung told me something about you and sunghoon.â you heard him scoff as you mention his friendsâ names, looking forward at the expanding pavement in front of you both.
âoh heâsâŠâ he lets out a sigh before continuing. âhoon is pursuing so many girls at once he makes me have to work double to manage, pack, and deliver the goods.â jay brushes his fallen hair to the back as you continue to step into the night together.
âheâs an interesting character to know. nice guy but he likes his dick wet a lot so⊠i kinda see how hee said iâm cranky.â
âyeah, notice your eyebags are a bit swollen. sunghoonâs a fucking wankerâŠâ you exhale towards his friend as he laughs because of it.
âi expect it to happenâhis room is beside mine after all. but i didnât expect he could even fuck for more than thrice a week.â
âthat is dodgy as heck. is that your spliffâs side effect?â you chuckle as he gives you a side eye before rolling his eyes, seeing it as an answer to your carefree question.
both of you walk and you enter a more secluded neighbourhood. houses covered by high and thick walls as you climb the stairs on the pavement from the sloping terrain. you gaze at jay, seeing his eyes wandering around the houses that differ greatly from the apartment complex. the steps slow down as you near a wooden gate, the white lights of the exterior illuminate the house in a colder manner rather than your neighbours with their yellow bulbs. you hummed as you titled your head, letting him know this is your stop.
âthank you for today. though iâve been such a crap.â you lean against the wooden gate as he shakes his head.
âno, iâm proud of you, really,â he replied as you put your hand where your heart is. you turn to your phone and text one housekeeper you trust as you donât want to ring the bell and tell your parents of your whereabouts tonightâif theyâre home. the light shines on your face as you write the words in and send it, quickly glancing towards jay who hasnât left yet. you see his mouth open as he speaks.
âi⊠do you wanna do this again? you could get used to the skateboard then we can hang out at some places. maybe i could introduce you to my friends, even ask your friends too to hang out with us. i mean, you seem to be pretty friendly with heeâs girl back in my fla-â
you lean in and press your lips on his cheek, stopping his continuous tangent as the number of words faded out. leaning back, the corner of jayâs lips rises as your eyes flutter. âi would like to.â
the sound of the gate opening catches you off-guard as you step back to the small door the housekeeper has unlocked. jayâs eyes still gaze at your retreating figure as you hold on to the gate.
âiâll reach out. good night, jongseong.â your lips pouted as you step to the other side when you hear a faint âgood nightâ from the boy outside. the housekeeper looks at you with a knowing gaze as you both retreat to the mansion, listening to the sound of wheels rolling down the asphalt road down the slope.
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if one can take a glimpse at jayâs eyes, one could see them sparkle; resemble fireworks. jay stares at the last message bubbles that happened between him and you in class, trying to suppress his smile as best as he can to preserve his appearance, but he knows he canât hold it together especially since his lips are trembling to not form a smile. heeâs girl is the one that notices it first, sitting down with the exhausted taehyunâhis face laying at the deskâright beside her, but she said nothing so that sunghoon could realize something.
âwoah, jjong. youâve been staring at your phone for minutes now.â his best friend said, the boy himself not exactly caring about it as he continue to scroll down the chat before returning it to the Instagram profile you gave him of your own. one that is full of cats and aesthetically no face pics of you and your friends.
âwhoâs that, huh?â jay sensed his friend nudges his shoulder, making him roll his eyes.
ânone of your freaking business.â
âof course, it is my business, jjong. you wearing heart eyes? looking at someoneâs profile? scrolling back and forth between your chats? broâŠâ he can feel sunghoonâs presence closer to him. âtell me who this lucky person is.â
jay side-eyes his friend who is wearing a sheepish smile. he clicked his tongue as he turn his head towards his seatmate, âa girl iâve been seeing-â
âoh fuck, i knew it,â he exclaimed as quietly as he can, not wanting the teacher to catch him cursing in class. sunghoon lightly slap his palm on jayâs forearm as said boy looks at his friend offendedly. âthatâs why youâve been out more, but without me.â
âyeah, right. youâve been hooking up with girls left and right. how am i supposed to go out with you, dickhead?â jay stated the obvious before he recollected his mind on what sunghoon is saying. yes, his best friend is right. he has gone out more and itâs because of you.
most of the time you both hung out by han river. him lending you his skateboard as you better your skill in riding itâhow he remembered pushing you on it with his hands on your waist. as you get better and better, with a fair share of injuries from falling as he and you tried a few kick tricks which results in you punching his biceps, he can now proudly say youâve become an excellent skater. you told him you wonât do anything on the slopes and instead, you voice out that you try to cruise down the paths more, taking in the city's view, the flowing water, and the sky above together.
in the three times, other than the first one, that he skates with you, he has brought a few of his friends and met with your friends too. taehyun also likes to skate from time to timeâwhat jay likes to say is âhis skate buddyââif he isnât busy enough with editing videos, and jake asks to come with him to relax himself before his next matches after having a two-time winning streak. that day, your friends insert themselves into your hangout as theyâve been curious about who this guy their friend is meeting, resulting in the two groups meeting. jay still remembers how jake and lily talking to one another strengthen each otherâs accents that make none of you can fully understand what theyâre talking about.
other than skating, he also is with you to give out food for neighborhood cats, playing with them if you both have time. one cat stuck in his mind though, a tabby kitten that likes to ride on his skateboard as he plays with him like a baby of his own. he still couldnât help but sneeze if he stayed too long with the felines, their fur itching his nose. but he tried his best to cover his nose and maybe stay away from them enough just to be with you. now and then, you like to associate him with a cat.
âsometimes grumpy. sometimes menacing. but cute.â
âdid you just say iâm cute?â jay replied as he can see the look of realization on your face. he calls your name before he shakes your torso lightly for your answer, only replying with giggles.
yeah, he couldnât help about his selective hearing when he heard you indirectly compliment him. you have an intimidating demeanor from your first impression, as if youâre coming from addams family but not as macabre. mysterious and obscurity oozes from you, but he is glad you let him in that fog of yours.
âso which school is your lucky girl from?â sunghoon asked, his head still too close for comfort as he infiltrates to scroll up and down your instagram profile. he will thank you for making yourself as obscure as ever on the internet. but he knows his boy wonât give up without an answer or a fight. a âcocky wankerâ as what you like to name him. not going to lie, it makes him giggle every single time he overheard it.
âlevant.â
âwhat the- jjong!â sunghoon whispered loudly into his ear. jayâs instinct instantly reacts to his seatmate, leaning away and covering his ear. his seatmate grabs and pulls him in though, head looking everywhere to check if the teacher notices anything. âthis is fucking scandalous. no other student here has pursued a levant kid since beomgyu hook up with-â
âi know. this is gonna be a romeo and juliet type of beat. but, hoonâŠâ jayâs shoulder hunches down as he looks at his best friend, not believing what heâll say to him. âi genuinely like herâŠâ
âbruh, even iâm not brave enough to hook up with a levant girl, man.â
âof course, you only wanna hook up with the popular ones. and please, itâs not like i havenât seen someone on decelis not having friends with someone in levant. if you helped me deliver to that school more, you could find people in our uniforms too,â jay argues back as sunghoon stops with a stunned look on his face. his phone vibrates just in time as he sees the notification on it.
(y/n): could we meet up today after school? itâs friday after all
â(y/n), huh? seems familiarâŠâ sunghoon whispered beside him as jay picked up the phone and open it. the blinking line in the text box is waiting for his answer. he had a few more stuff to deliver as he had told sunghoon before about his order notesâjay is the bookkeeper for all thisâbut he deep down knows heâll be the one to send them as sunghoon probably has a plan to do something with someone today. thatâs when a hand perched on his shoulder as he peeks to spot sunghoon in his resting face, thinking to find the right words.
âiâll do the delivery today. itâs gonna be bad for business if youâre the only one doing so.â sunghoon lets out a small smirk as jayâs eyes squint at him. âbro. my dick will fucking break if i hook up all the time. iâm not a fucking addict.â
âsureâŠâ jay replied whilst chuckling as he stares at the screen before he replies.
coming out of the school, he went his way to the meeting place that he picked with sunooâthe boyâs best friend has something to do after school, so she left him alone. sunoo and jay walk quietly together as theyâre both heading the same way.
âitâs weird to not see you with your friend,â jay commented as sunoo nods his head, knowing the sentiment. though sunoo looks soft compared to him, he is very compassionate, especially in his acting role. jay always assume that he would rather see sunoo star in the film club productions than beomgyu all the time. but, he doesnât want to be biased about it as both of them are his friends. yet, as of recently, beomgyu has been straying more and more now. but he hasnât thought about it much because he is getting more concerned about how much his order has been increasing since the day of the match. heeseung said that the choi household has family problems, and thatâs why beomgyuâs sister has been hanging out at their flat more.
âyeah. she has an appointment with the doctor. something about her allergies making her skin itch, so she wants to get prescribed a lotion to help combat it.â jay hums from the answer as he looks at the boyâs thick paper in his hands.
ânew script?â
ârevision actually. the scriptwriter made some changes on how the two mains are going to do in their resolution scene.â sunoo replied, âweâre doing a coming-of-age movie a la perks of being a wallflower.â
ânice, canât wait to watch it,â jay replied as sunoo lets out a tight-lip smile at him, his fingers twitching behind the script he is holding. when they arrive at an intersection with a corner store, sunoo stops as he said his farewells, wanting to grab something to snack on as heâll memorize his lines. jay couldnât hold on to his skateboard much longer and when he sees his friend entering the store, he immediately drops it downâgently, of courseâbefore rolling away on the sidewalk. people avoiding him and he tried his best to avoid stationary people too.
after a few blocks, he used his foot to graze the concrete sidewalk as he sees the cafe he went to with sunoo, kai, and taehyun for doing homework together. their usual cafe, cafe 95. as he steps in, he could see a few people in the seats and the barista, a schoolmate of his in the same year, behind the bar with her boss, taehyung beside her. jay didnât find your face in the crowd and also none of his friends was in any seat.
âjay park.â someone calls him from behind the counter. he sees taehyung man the cashier where the girl is off doing someoneâs order.
âhey! iced americano as usual. take away for today.â jay replied as he pulled the right amount of cash out of his wallet before he then caught a bell ringing behind him. he usually isnât one to turn around, but he is waiting for somebody to show up. and his worry fades away as he sees the dark blue blazer of a certain school before looking up at your face. taehyung has stepped away to do his order as he sees you approaching him by the cashier. you give him a small wave as you look at the cafe, enjoying the vibe that it gives out.
jay sees you standing right beside him, how your blazers touch each otherâs, as his schoolmate comes and waits for your order. jay was looking away from his phone as he waits for you when he caught the quiet voices of the barista. combining it with your silent guise, he thinks you were still ordering. jay felt a tug on his sleeve as he looks to see your hand pulling him to the counter where you take your order.
âyou ordered?â his eyebrows rise as he sees you giving him a thumbs up. he didnât even hear what you were ordering, but you were staring at his schoolmate who is doing your order.
âhow did you two communicate?â jay looks between you and the barista, bewildered. he genuinely thinks you were confused about what to orderâmaybe wanting him to help you order because it is his usual place.
âwe just⊠didâŠâ you replied in a small voice, seeing you smiling at his schoolmate who is mixing your drink, staring back at you. taehyung puts his order on the counter as he waits for your order to finish, staring at the vacant poster for a part-time barista position for the afternoon and evening. you were holding onto a plastic bag full of cat food once again as he reaches out to help you carry it.
you turn towards him shaking your head, âyou have your skateboard. i donât want to burden you.â
jay retreats to his standing position as your order arrives, seeing his schoolmate giving a warm smile and a âthank youâ which you replied with your own before both of you walk out to go to your usual hang-out place: the seats near the skate park. as you both walk down the street, jay sees the variety of uniforms that he knows of the high schools in around this general area of seoul. the biggest four are decelis, levant, yanggun, and kosmo with each of their signature colors. they mingle with one another as if all the so-called rivalries are just that, a rivalry. all schools are ambitious in their own way, but in his eyes, itâs more of a friendly rivalry than the ones that could cost life or death. if sunghoon is with him right now, he could show him this street full of yanggun students mingling with decelis and more to him.
while he was thinking about ways to show his best friend is wrong, he didnât see your solemn face.
the walk felt more quiet than usual as he settles all his belongings down by the seats, putting his coffee on the table as you sit across from him, sipping the beverage you order. your lips formed a straight line as you stare at the table before looking at the person on the other side of it. jay observed it all, how you cast your eyesight downwards, your newly painted black nail already looking as if youâve chipped it off, and how your blazer is hanging on your shoulder; one pull and it falls down your arm.
âiâŠâ you sigh before looking up at him. âi should explain to you that if you want me for my money and prestige, then i canât give any to you.â
what?
âwhat-â
âno, hush.â you shush him directly as you let out a huge exhale. âsince my parents are busy with whatever they have, my sister and i have got the home by ourselves. sure, it seems like a good thing, right? well, almost every single crappy day, somi invited her friends over, cheer friends, another popular crowd, and boys sheâs hooking up with. new person each and every day.â you let out a chuckle.
âme?â you pointed to yourself. ânothing, my parents give me no permission to invite someone over. none of my three friends, heck my sisterâs having a freaking party at our house cause they allowed her to.â you rubbed your hands on your face. jay canât help but remember you sitting at that bench, body hunching as your shoulders shook, muffled sniffles coming from your end. he sees you shaking your head as you let your covered mouth speak.
âall because they see us from the intercom. me coming home at night. that night when you brought me home for the first time.â
jay noticed the intercom at the wall beside the wooden gate of your house, but both of you failed to notice that the camera is on. he recalls how you kiss his cheek and the rest two times he brought you home at night, all of those three times he brought you home. none of them includes pressing any bell button on the intercom.
âyouâre the only one that i know who gets my problem. no matter if iâm old money and youâre new, i trust you for this because my parents hate decelis high as theyâre levant alumni so they donât have any connection to you in any way i can think of.â
and with that, your venting session begins. it surprised him to see how such a quiet persona can let out fiery and spicy comments. how burned up you felt from what you called âbeing the spareâ, how youâre not allowed to be involved in your family business. how because of the clear succession plan for the company that is somi and her future contribution, they donât consider you as any necessary part of the clockwork. how they send you to brighton to then bring you back for no clear reason. how you rather stayed in the UK instead of here. no matter how little the stake your problem is against the worldâthe stake that is so minuscule yet can be wildly catastrophic if not handled right because of your ties with your family name and brandâhe resonates with it a lot. sure, he is continuing what his dad has made, but the way they shaped him up to be like him is a lot like how your family runs things. yet, a small comment from you stuck in his mind.
âif theyâre treating me like this, why would they have me in the first place?â
the anxiousness that he can sense beneath that mysterious exterior finally shows itself to him. he understands now why no one other than levant high students knew of your well-being, especially with a popular sister and a conglomerate family. jay now knows why you rather speak with voiceless words and body language. they taught you to be subdued and when you mention your uncle back brighton, jay guessed that he was taught the same thing too. how your opinion doesnât worth it.
but it all comes back to tradition. family, school, and society.
as he sits there and listens, he sees you broke down right before him. back in your second encounter, his want to comfort comes from a place of intrigue. but now, his comfort comes from affection. how when you shed your first tears, he jumped up from his chair and put himself right beside you, hugging you from the side. jay didnât care if his blazer got all dirty from your tears and he have to laundry it again, he does it because he cares for you.
because he likes you.
âabout your first words to meâŠâ you lean back as he looks down at your bloodshot eyes.
âi donât want you because of your conglomerate family, your name, any of that. i have those myself. tooâ his words caused you to roll your eyes. âanything is better rather than you shedding more tears.â
âremember what i said back in that alley with that mom cat and her kittensâŠâ jay reaches and brush your tears with the end of his blazer as you calm your breathing. âhow intrigued i am with your quiet demeanor, your priority to give catâs food, your rose scent that sticks in my mind.â
he crouches down so that your eye line can see right in his, and both of your upper arms are held by him. âi like you because youâre you. i like it if you rather be you than what other people perceive you as. i like the banter we have and any words i like from you that are inserted into my personal dictionary.â
âyou like me?â he sees you mouth to him as he lets out an exasperated sigh, seeing you giggle as you sniff back any leftovers from crying. jay bit his lips before he replied with a nod, letting you point to yourself to then towards his chest.
âme to you back,â you whisper as you let out a small snicker before turning your body to face him.
he couldnât believe how relaxed you look after he confesses and you reciprocate it back. but knowing you, he can sense your palpitations like his own when you return to your drink. your head lifted from your drink as you felt your blazer move from its position, turning your head to see jay pulling it off and folding it to put it inside your backpack as he does it to himself leaving both of your upper body with the long-sleeved white shirt as it outermost layer.
âno attribute that easily identifies your school when we were together.â he reminds you of the rule you both set up. outside of school grounds, outside of uniform, you and i.
you wiped your tears away as you nodded your hand, picked up your backpack, and slung it behind you as you outstretch your hand. jay smirks as he tidies his stuff before putting his hand on yours, pulling you away from the seats in the afternoon sun.
both of you did almost anything you could and always do when you both were together, exchanging his skateboard for both of you to ride, travelling to the nooks and crannies of the city where the dwellers aka cats live, even meeting up with the tabby kitten that left an impression on jay. you both wander to the arcade that he saw you in with your friends, coming across a decelis high student that jay greets as another one of his schoolmates that he knows is going to be a part of the student council replacing heeseung and his cabinet friends. trying to beat one another on a punching game before you both got frustrated on the claw machineâyou pull out the last coin you got before giving a kiss and plunging it in for his attempt and when he caught one, he promptly hugs you and exclaimed loudly that you have to cover his mouth. even as the night is getting dark you both continue, flinging from store to store window shoppingâjay realizing how you donât really notice how he uses the high-end brands for his style, to even trying out more street food you havenât tried before.
as the clock goes near 11 pm most of the stores near where you are closing and he dares you to cruise down the empty street, to which you agree. only the streetlights illuminate the two of you as you tried your best to obscure from crowded places; rather than spending time with the two of you alone. jay sense his energy slowly depleting as he lies down on the one-lane road you both have stayed in, noting the cold night being absorbed into the asphalt before sending cold yet refreshing shocks to his sweaty body, feeling the fabric sticking to his skin. he heard ruffles from beside him as you kneel and then follow him laying down by the street.
âno worries. this street is always empty at night causes the only access to this road is leading is small office buildings.â he reassured you, turning his head to face you laying beside him. âiâve raced here with taehyun, kai, beomgyu, and sunghoon for a bet on paying the entire gang for eating in a new fried chicken restaurant. sunghoon lost the bet soâŠâ
âyeah?â you turned your head to face him before you lay on your side. the combination of the streetlight and the moon shines on you as if you are sleeping in a forest, well, a concrete-made forest of nighttime seoul. the light shines on your cheek and glistens into the eye facing upwards. even in the dark, he can see the warmth from your gaze. the bloodshot eyes are gone for now as it heals.
he sees you scoot closer before your hand reaches for him, his face, cupping it lightly and softly before you lean down, letting your lips meet his. jay regretted not bringing his lip balm cause he can feel how chapped his lips are comparing to yours. that is before he felt your tongue caressing his bottom lip even with his eyes closed. he pulls you close as he used his strength to sit both of you up, letting him cup your jaw as he tilts his head. you were the one that lean back first, sensing your nose tip against his own.
âcan i smoke spliff in your apartment and stay the night? donât want to go to a bloody party,â you whispered, eyes staying on his. a sparkle reflecting on it from the streetlights.
âof course, you can.â he erects from the floor before he picks you up bringing you to his flat. the walk was quiet in the surrounding environment but warm for the two of you. hands interlocking with each other, jay carries his skateboard in his other hand. sometimes lifting your connected hands to give the back of your palm as the wind blows the two of you, realizing how long the day has been where events happened so much that gives trial and tribulations for both of you mentally and emotionally.
opening the door with the code, he is met with the shine from the various lamps that are turned on to stay alight for the night. by the looks of the shoes, heeseung has his girlfriend here and sunghoon is at home; weird. jay is embarrassed to bring you into his man cave, but you were looking at it in awe. posters of musicians right beside his wardrobe, a perfect set-up for his area with two monitors. stickers on his desk and his bedframe and a picture of a forest illustration that has the words washington, US, on it.
âlet me grab you something you could wear so you can wash up.â you nod your head as he gives you the clothes he found in his wardrobe, pointing towards the door of the bathroom. when the door of the bathroom closes, he returns to the room as he tidies up your stuff, and pulls out your blazer before putting it on a hanger.
âyo, jay!â
said the boy fucking jumps as he sees his best friend peek into his room. âfor fuck's sake, hoon, what the fuck?â
âgeez⊠just wanting to ask you whoâs in the bathroom cause heeâs probably in his mama bear arc and not wanting anyone to wake his girlfriend up again.â sunghoon steps inside the room wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, readying to tackle the nightlife. jay thought his nightlight is enough to not let him notice his surrounding in a scrutinizing way. that is before he stood by the blazer hanging by the wardrobe.
â(l/n) (y/n)? wait, jjong?!â sunghoon turns towards him with a smirk on his face.
âdoing it in fucking uniform, huh? my boy has grown up-â
âwe didnât do what you picturing and iâm fucking older than you. what do you mean?â jay retaliates as he sees the mischievous gaze in his friendâs eyes.
âby 8 months, by the way. so because sheâs in the bathroom, i should probably see the mysterious girl youâre hiding from me in 3⊠2...â
âumâŠâ both of the boys turn to see you, towel around your shoulder as you wear jayâs clothes. the boy sees his friendâs lips lifting as he glances at you. jay canât help to roll his eyes at how sunghoon is approaching you, curiosity in his eyes.
â(y/n), right? the name is sunghoon.â he sees sunghoon greets you with shaking hands and a wink. while you squint your eyes as he analyzes your face.
âhey, hey. no. not my girl.â jay approaches and grabs you, putting himself in front of you. sunghoonâs eyes squint as he stares at both of you, no look of recognition in his eyes on who you are now.
âwow, your girl, huh? okay.â sunghoon playfully retreats. âall of todayâs orders are done but i want you to be my wingman and scavenge partner so i could get laid.â
âi know a party.â you mumbled from behind jayâs shoulder. âthereâs a party right in the rich neighborhood area. if you know (l/n) somi before, there is a party at her house right now.â jay turns his head to glance at you, eyebrows lifted. âgot the news from another levant student.â you tried to twist as best as you can.
âhmm, smart girl. great inspection. and sure thing iâll do that.â sunghoon walks past the both of you as jay steps to the door.
âdonât forget a condom, jjong.â
âshut the fuck up,â jay replied as he heard the front door close, turning back towards you as he shook his head before pointing at his sleepwear in his bathroom. you give him a nod as you settle down on his chair, waiting for the boy to return.
after it, his room window opens, jay brought an ashtray out to put in between the two of you. usually, he already has the joints rolled and ready to go, but for today, he lets you try the fresh ones he has picked. you sat with your knees in front of you, staring at how he is rolling the paper with the grass inside before licking the end with saliva, seeing bulge from how many of them inside.
âone each is enough because we always shared ours,â he said as he give one to you and lit up a lighter, letting both of your blunts burn at the ashy scent lets you burn.
smoke flies in the room before being blown out outside the window as you both smoke each joint at your own pace. jay noticed your head on his shoulder as both of you share a joke. how your giggles make his heart flutter more, which makes him gaze at you with hooded eyes. chill, ambient music playing from the speaker of his computer as you picked yourself up from beside him, scooting yourself closer as you take another hit of your shortening joint. sit cross-legged in front of each other, jay watches how the weight has lifted off of you, your pupils blown out as you stare at his, knees touching as he moves closer while tapping the joint to the ashtray, letting the ash fall.
âitâs nice,â you mumbled, eyes gazing down on the messy sheet from where you both sat and lay down. jay hums before you continue.
âquiet. letting go of reality. brushing away any problems.â you talk slowly, the smoke leaving your mouth after you take another puff. âi never felt the way i felt with you before.â
jay straightens up as he sees you reach for your eyebags with your forefinger, brushing away a tear that you left out. he caught your glistening eyes before he brought you into his embrace, letting your face rest on his chest as he took another hit of the burning stick. your body trembles beneath his touch as he can only soothes you with his hand caressing down your back. all of him is warm, from the drug circulating in his body to the way your hand rests on his shoulder blades. jay kisses your head as the grass stench now makes the usual rose you wear faded away.
from where he sat, he can see the backpack you brought to school, watching the small cat plushie keychain that you told him from kikiâs delivery service as it rests against the patterned backpack. he recognizes how much you love cats and he understands why you rather use your pocket money to give to them. how you told him a story about an incident on the road that happened before you move away with your parents, a dead kitten at the side of the road because of them, and how they blatantly ignore it even if your chauffeur wanted to help at least burying the kitten.
âthatâs why you care for cats.â
you nodded as you gaze at the skaters, âi see myself in that kitten. at that young age, i knew they didnât love me as much as my older sister. how they want to hide me at somiâs birthday party when mine isnât as lavish as hers, then when they send me away, i was too young to not push myself to ask why. as if i was being sent on a pilgrimage on their behalf.â
âi strive to care for stray cats because i could care for them, unlike how my parents are ignorant to me⊠wellâŠâ you lean forwards towards him.
âiâm like that stray cat. you are too, my friends and yours could be counted also. weâre dirty because of the environment we are in and we try our best to survive, jongseong.â jay looks at your flattened face as his brain runs with your metaphor, and how right it can be. ânow you know why stray cats like to huddle with each other, right? cause they need a pack to help them survive.â
jay was looking at you in a daze when he didnât realize you lift your head to face him. your fingers reach for his sharp face as his eyes move to meet you. your other hand putting the joint in the ashtray as he felt his own remove from between his fingers. even with your hooded eyes and dried streaks of tears, you still look as beautiful as ever.
he embraces your cheeks with both of his hands, meeting his lips with yours. the moisture coming from your kiss is getting more prominent as both of you made a mess, letting your tongue battle with each other as you both help each other with your appetite. it is past midnight, and he doesnât want to bother heeseung in the room even if heâs two doors down, especially with his recovering insomniac girlfriend making him more sensitive to not waking her up.
his hands travel down your back, both heads tilted opposite ways to capture each other deeper, as he pushes you onto his lap before he lies on his backâyou on top of him. your fingers are gripping his white t-shirt as he can sense your skin from your own rising on your back. you sighed as his palm met your skin, letting your head lift as he catches a string of saliva between the two of you.
âi never felt the way i felt with you, too,â jay replied with your own words as your high self let out snickers before embracing him back, enjoying how his hand trails up your side as you brought yours to his nape, letting you know how much he is down for you as the flame that burns your joints died down in that ashtray, only leaving the gray matter as your hand reaches for his shirt, lifting it up.
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you brush your hair away from the mess it gets from being tangled. the morning breeze brushes your legs from yesterdayâs uniform skirt you are still wearing. the sun is hiding behind the white clouds as you stepped out into the city early enough to only see people working outâjogging and cyclingâon the streets. the blazer that hangs on your torso is thick enough to embrace you in the cloudy weather. you donât know what you expect when you return home, a messy one or one that is as clean as new?
when you brought yourself out of jayâs embrace and duvet, you find yourself in his shorts and your braâturning around to find him also shirtless. none of the roommates has woken up as you trek to their shared bathroom, smelling the smell associated with boys from the body sprays and deodorants they have strewn around. your eyes glance at the dark marks on your collarbones and on the skin exposed above your bra, making out until you both got too tired and let sleep consumes you. you recall how you move the ashtray to his bedside table as you bring yourself off of his lap, feeling his skin on yours. you quickly brush your face with cold water, waking yourself up as best as you sense the dryness of your oesophagus.
stepping back into his room, he is still fast asleep facing the open window of the apartment, the chirping birdsâ voice coming inside as the computer that played music is in rest mode. you quickly change yourself back into your uniform-even with the blazer that you found hanging by the wardrobe as you heard vibration on a desk. walking up to it, text notifications showed up on what appeared to be jayâs phone.
hoon missed call (5)
hoon: we got an nooise complanann so the partys fauskcing cnaecl.
hoon: shit fuckk ur not answeringn.
hoon: iim crashiinng at sunooo
mom: hey honey, just wanted to remind you that weâll arrive in korea today. see you in 12 hours. love you, jongseong.
you stepped away from the phone as you catch a groan coming from the boy, stretching out his hands from under his duvet. you reached his side of the bed, giving a peck at his exposed cheek.
âiâll reach out to you soon,â you whispered in his ear before you grab your stuff and return to your home of a mansion.
even with the text sunghoon wroteâwhich you can deduct by reading carefullyâyou expected little that your house tidied up. that is when youâre met with the house as clean as ever. the housekeeper brushing away the wall with soap water as if the leftover of the party is still staining there. when they see you, you notice how spooked they are as you approach, entering the gate when you find out the car park has one more vehicle in place than when you left it.
you gulped as you see the housekeepers around you looking at you, the security guards, and gardeners, all of them pausing in various amounts of time to stare at you, the same look of spooked with a hint of tiredness in their eyes. sighs coming out from youâtrying to think as clearly as possibleâbefore you brace yourself and step towards the front door. you knew even if you stepped inside; youâll be meeting them, especially since your dad needs his caffeine intake as early as this hour. stepping out of the shoes, you held onto your backpack straps as you let your slippery socks let you slide into the room, already feeling the harsh reality coming back when you not only found dad drinking his cup of coffee but also your mom and your sister beside her.
all of their eyes are on you as both of your parents view you with disappointment and disgrace, while somi has an expression of guilt hidden beneath her tired eyes. you hold yourself up with sparks forming in your gaze, teeth-gritting each other as you can guess the conversation youâll be having based on the historical actions youâve done to this family and what this family have done to you.
â(y/n). come sit here.â your mom said as you took a step, one by one, to reach the chair she pointed; sitting opposite the two women while dad is at the head of the table. somiâs eyes drift at your figure, her blonde hair looks as dishevelled as ever, but no trace of the party she did last night evidently on her. like the true good kid she is.
âfour times. four times and maybe more that we didnât catch, (y/n).â your mom starts as you gaze down at the dining table. the ice-coldâeven your sister also shows oneâgazes are stinging you more than the flame inside you, biting in small yet sharp nips as you let them continue. youâve always stayed silent to them and they feared you for that, but with how your mom continues to scold you, you realize that theyâre turning your quiet demeanour into an acceptanceâhow your silence changes its status to no permission to judgeâletting her continue to tell you anything wrong with you, how disrespectful youâve gotten, and much, much more.
but it brought the anxiety that sits within you up as a shield. your vision and mind haze in an uncertain fog as you try your best to block it; freezing yourself up. everything is running through your mind so fast that you donât have enough time to analyze anything, but you know that your anxiousness to speak out is why she continues, even with your dad giving in to spoke little comments or adding to your momâs argument. your eyes gaze on your sisterâs as you see her eyebrows furrowed, nostrils flaring as you only see her concern right now. where has she been, huh? you wanted to exclaim.
the way your parents are continuing to berate you makes you stare at your sister and see her with her friends doing the same way with your schoolmate and juniors. your heart beats rapidly when you found out that youâre a pawn in their game.
âyou wanted to know why. right? youâre going to be somiâs right-hand woman as chief operating officer. youâll have a board seat along with her and us as you then going to take care of the new start-ups we required.â start-ups that even you identify arenât profitable with the little economic lesson you got in the classroom and on the internet. even with the way they mention them, somi looks at them with her unreadable expression to others but you learned, even with that small glimpse, sheâs jealous you still got to do something even on a known sinking armada of companies. you donât know what your parents have gotten you into as all the power-hungry sides come out from behind the masks. now you can recognize the ice-cold gaze somi has before returning to concern: they were teaching her youâre her competition, not her sister.
theyâre manipulating her as much as they manipulate you. as much as your grandpa manipulates your uncle. survival of the fittest.
but you donât want to be subdued like your uncle is. even if he is not involved, he is still smart enough to tell you the horrible telltales from it. you had no choice but to voice out because youâre getting dizzy for not letting the fire out.
âENOUGH!â
your parents and sister all looked at you aghast. the housekeepers inside the room are also shocked as they look your way. your chair is pushed back from how quick and powerful your stance is, standing up with your hands on the table.
âyou are vile. all of you are vile, power-hungry, monsters. i see now that youâre making me your pawn and puppet, just how somi is being taught now.â somi looks at you, eyes widen as she heard you speak now after only replying in short answers all the time. her hands are now rubbing against each other as you held on.
âif you think that iâm the naughty one within this bunch, havenât you thought about your favourite kid, huh? her constant partying, inviting âfriendsâ over which she hooks up. even last night, she had this fucking party you donât know that even the police got involved." you let out a villainous smile. you now learned you are that in their eyes. âbut you didnât care. you didnât care shit about the troubles your successor has done, cause you rather heckle me.â
â(l/n) (y/n)!â your dad spokes scarily, trying to deter you, which he now knows is failing as you stare at him as menacingly as possible. like a tiger chasing after its prey while also fighting another species that is trying to get to it first.
âyou donât fucking care about me. youâre trying to set somi against me and ruin this fucking family, just like how grandpa is ruining it for you and your brother. but now i see it, dad. i realize how you treat me like a spare.â you let out words youâve been internalizing for a while, your throat slowly getting hoarse as you realized you havenât eaten or drunk anything since you left jayâs apartment.
âokay, thatâs it.â your mom now stand up as somi is looking at the giants in front of her, fury rushes between each of her family when she looks at you and sees how your body is shuddering, eyes looking straight at your mom, and how dry your lips are.
âyou have two choices, (y/n).â your mom stares at your dad as if they have been planning for this for a long time. a smirk between the two of them that disgust you so much before she looks back at you. âone. youâll stay here. we shaped you into an amazing entrepreneur who will follow in your dadâs and grandpaâs footsteps as president along with your sister as ceo. you still live in this house, gaining every inch of luxury and privilege you can get.â
âor two. youâll leave and start from zero. we will pay the tuition for you until this semester and then the only asset you get from us is from your trust fund, which is enough for you to live by, but we could remove you anytime. find where you live by yourself and no luxuries from this household, including bringing a housekeeper. no joining company parties. no connection to the family whatsoever under business pretences.â your mom speaks as confidently as possible, believing you stay with them because of how quiet equals âcarelessnessâ from every consequence around you. a smile is forming internally as you know the best option you picked. you let out a calming sigh to yourself.
âiâll leave.â your momâs smile fades as she returns to look at your dad. âyou never even cared for me, anyway. but if you think that youâre going to rid me of the trust fund, just so you know i still have people at my side.â your eyes landed on your sister who has been quiet the whole time. âeven your successor.â
you give a tiny nod before getting rid of yourself from the table as you return to your room. pulling out the suitcases and bags you get, you open your wardrobe one by one, not minding to let your room door close before you see one of the housekeepers enters and goes to the stuff youâve put on top of your mattress, looking at the door to find a few more standing by your door.
âlet us help, miss.â you give her a nod as a few others step in and help you clean up, only pulling the things that you needed clothes, undergarments, toiletries, your stationeries, and a few of your memorable items such as your favourite toysâespecially the kitten cuddly toy you got with your friends from the claw machine. your room is being ransacked and packed into bags as you finish a phone call when you turn to see somi leaning against your doorframe. you give the housekeepers a nod as you let them do their job while bringing yourself to face your sister. you recognize how grimy your body is, but you couldnât care less because you rather leave as soon as possible.
your gaze at your sister makes her openly cower before she said, âiâm sorry. iâm sorry for making you feel this way. iâm sorry for being mom and dadâs favourite child. iâm sorry for not defending you, iâm-â
âhey.â you stopped her as your hand embraces one of hers. her blonde hair looks puffy as if she had it tied from last nightâs party. âi forgive you. but i will not forgive our parents for what theyâve done to me any time soon. how labile they are for their choices about me and everything surrounding us. how they donât feel any wrong about pitting their daughters against each other. but i knowâŠâ your eyebrows furrowed as you stare at her.
âi know that youâre feeling as anxious as i especially when facing them. and itâs normal. i guess this could be a wake-up call for them as much as it is a wake-up call for you.â you pat her hands as you give a small smile.
âyou know what? fuck them, right? we donât want to be born like so let us just start all o-â
âyouâre being impulsive, somi.â you stopped your sister as your eyes gaze at her, shaking your head. âi rather you stay. they love you enough and youâve been shaped to be one of the most powerful women in the media in the future. donât waste all of that for me.â somiâs eyes have water in them as you tried your best to hold it in because as much as you want to break down in front of her, you still donât trust her.
âyouâre going to be my woman from the inside, okay? take care of our parents for me.â you rub your sisterâs upper arm before she brings you into a hug, a crushing hug that brought you back to when both of you were kids. both of you were too innocent for the machiavellian family and world you were born in. somiâs sobs muffled by your shoulder as you canât help but let out a tear before you wipe it away. leaning back, you see your sister let out a small smile.
âiâm gonna miss you.â
âiâm still in the same school as you, aren't i? we can meet at school,â you replied, making her let out a chuckle.
she nods her head as you turn to see a housekeeper telling you theyâre done with their work. you tell them to bring it to the carpark and give them a small âthank you.â you bring the bags filled with your important assetsânotebook, laptop, chargers, et ceteraâto the car that is set up for you; knowing that your parents will still lend you one even if they disown you. putting in the back seat as you want to sit at the front, you turn to face the front door to see somi by the steps and your parents at the door, obscure by darkness.
âfarewell.â you mouthed to yourself as you sit in the front seat of the car your family owns one last time.
the ride was quiet but exciting for you. a new beginning, even if it was unconventional. the gps is showing where your destination is as the chauffeur continues. the weekend is getting more hustle and bustle as people went out to their own thing and how youâre going to be those people intrigues you. when you arrived by the high-rises of the apartment complex, you give out a text as your car stops. you help the chauffeur pull out your bags from the back seat and boot before you give him a tip. âfor a drink, for cig, i donât know it depends on you.â
âthank you, miss.â the chauffeur steps into the car as the vehicle leaves you by the lobby of the building. you look down at your phone as you tried to text again when you heard his voice.
âno fucking way.â you see jay emerging from the door in his outfit from last night as you give him a tight-lip smile. his eyes wander the bags around you as he asked, âwhat happened?â
âlong story short, i left my house and have no one to stay with so i phone the only person i trust with this.â you stepped towards him, hands behind you as you sway like a schoolgirl. âcan i stay with you for a bit? i can move out if i find a unit for myse-â
âyou can stay.â he moves closer with a smirk on his face, âif youâll be with me?â
âi- i, okay. sure.â you let out a giggle. âweirdest way to have a boyfriend but i guess here we are.â
âyeah.â he chuckles and pulls his own phone out. âi gotta call hee first. they could help bring these up.â he widens his arms as you step to hug him in your arms while he wraps you tight, letting him call the others with you in his embrace. the boys and heeseungâs girlfriend all step down as they brought your stuff up when you find the apartment in a chaotic state.
âsorry (y/n), jayâs parents are gonna come over for dinner tonight and weâve been trying our best to get rid of the plants.â heeseung said.
âi know. i saw the notification before leaving.â thatâs when an idea came to your mind.
all five of you help clean the place up along with settling your stuff in jayâs room. the boys tried their best to get rid of the smoke and grass scents as jay makes the meal for the rest of them and his parents. you also did a detour with heeseungâs girlfriend to help camouflage the weed plantsâall of them are now on the balcony. as heeseungâs girlfriend left to go home, you are the only that left to help with the little details as the boys are preparing themselves. when you help place dinnerâjust like how you remember the housekeeper places themâthe boys all flock wearing the most academic and semi-formal outfits they have. thatâs when all of you heard the bell as jay strays away and goes to greet his parents at the door. you stare at sunghoon and heeseung beside you as you remembered what they mentioned of them.
âtheyâre protective over jay but they do care for him. sometimes a bit too much like joining in his unnecessary business and all of that shit.â
jay emerges from the front door and you see his parents coming in wearing pretty casual clothes since jay said they check into their hotel after arriving. heeseung and sunghoon greets jayâs parents before they stopped to look at you as jay steps behind to bring you over.
âmom, dad. this is (y/n). my girlfriend.â his parentsâ eyes widen as his mom lets out a sheepish smile, similar to his smile.
ânice to meet you, (y/n). he hasnât told us about you.â his mom greets you positively as you tried your best to reply.
âlikewise, mrs. park. we became official nearly a week ago. i didnât expect to meet his parents so early too.â you tried to laugh it off while weaving the truth. of course, you donât want them to learn that jay brought you to meet his parents the same day both of you are official.
âof course. i didnât expect jay to have a high school sweetheart like his parents have until now.â mr. park chimes in as you glimpse the boys snickering while nudging jayâs side. you let both of them stand in and look around the roomâyouâve hidden your stuff in boxes and his spare cabinet so that they donât know you are living there.
their eyes scanned the used-to-be empty space in the living room where heeseung has set up a table for the dinner and then to the balcony beside it.
âis that rose that i see?â mrs. park steps towards. your eyes gaze at the boys as her son picks up the conversation.
âyes. heeseungâs girlfriend likes plants, so we let her take care of plants here too. (y/n) added the roses and chrysanthemums so it doesnât look dull. so now, we have something to do at home. we wanted pets but we donât know if weâre free enough to take care of one.â jay spoke the story all of you created to lie to his parents as your eyes land on him. you give him a wink, to which he replied with the same thing as he brought the parents to the table where the dinner is served.
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jay rode his skateboard down the sidewalk and along the bicycle path of the streets of seoul, pushing his foot against the road so that it moves faster and faster. he almost forgot that his friends wants to meet up at cafe 95 to get an early dinner together before he read the now 11-person group chats. the afternoon sun shines on him as the wind is blowing on the ends of his blazer and his untucked white shirt. he has gone to several places to deliver the goods after school, seeing his fingers stain from the marker. his empty stomach is raging at him to fill up as he navigates through the sea of people.
the cafeâs exterior lights show in his vision as he approached it closer and closer. when he is close, jay slows down with his foot before kicking his skateboard to put it upright, seeing another skateboard similar to his already leaning against the bicycle racks at the front. the one he recognizes is the same model as his own but has a large rose pattern at the bottom between the wheels.
jay pushes the door as the bell rings when he looked at the gangâs usual corner to see some of them already at the table. even sunghoon who is also delivering already arrived before him. he pokes his cheek before stepping towards the counter whilst pulling out his wallet from his uniform pants.
âthe usual iced americano?â he lifts his head to see you behind the cashier, wearing your barista outfit as his schoolmate is on the espresso machine, letting him smell the delicious aroma of caffeine.
when you mentioned to him how you wanted to at least try working for your own money, he remembers an open spot for a barista in cafe 95 and mentioned it to you. safe to say you got the job after jimin, the other co-founder of cafe 95 along with taehyung, tests you on their different coffees, and each ingredient neededâsomething he listens to as you sat on your shared bed, memorizing it like a school test. you have mixed all the cluttered items in his room with your own as it doesnât look like a man cave anymore. decelis relics being mixed with levants, textbooks that are similar but made by different publishers, and the cat plushie sits by your bedside table. though with not much of a difference on color scheme, you have integrated yourself into his room and his life; making his dull one much more thrilling.
âyes. by the way, howâs the order?â jay whispered to you.
you lean in as best as you can so he could hear. âjooyeon, mako, and ryujin. all done. all deliver. how are you going to pay for the coffee, good sir?â you lean back after answering what he questioned.
ever since you stayed with the boys, rumors are going around about how youâre dating a decelis student known as âjay the stonerâ in your school. thatâs when you decide to take another avenue and be a part of the operation with him and sunghoon, a delivery staff specifically for levant high students or the ones surrounding it.
âcash. is all of the gang here?â jay mentions before putting it toward you.
âall except for taehyun and beomgyu, it seems,â you replied as you look the side to see all of your friends with him gathering at the corner.
jay gets his change and lets you make his order as he comes face-to-face with his friends. kai scoots towards sunghoon so that jay can sit beside him, facing sunoo who has his head on his best friendâs shoulder.
âyouâve seen beomgyu and taehyun?â he asked the two best friends who should know because of their relationship with the film club.
both of them shaking their heads as jay returns his gaze to his other friends who were talking about sunghoon, wondering what his two friends are up to. yet, no other of his friends are concerned.
his trance left as he felt you entering beside him, putting his order on the table. at least for now, jay can still enjoy his friends and new girlfriend all together, excited for what is coming. especially with the movie that sunoo has told about which his film club friends are taking a part to produce.
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Team [Crush] Tactics
Pairing: Bang Chan x f!reader
Genre: Fluff, Major League Gaming AU lmfao
Content Warning: Some cussing, awkward flirting
Word Count: 1.3k
A/N: There's lots of gaming stuff in here, sorry! But I try to explain TFT in noob terms for those of you who haven't played.
Tag List: @minnysproutgriffinteddy (It wont let me tag you!)
The crowd was going wild. Thousands had crammed into the arena, their faces glowing with pink and blue lights from above.Â
The stage felt too high, and the monitors over your head seemed too massive to comprehend. Your palms were clammy, slipping off the mouse in front of you. You shake them a few times, hoping to dry the sweat and clear the knot building in your throat.Â
âHey, cowboy up,â Cameron, your teammate, punches you in the shoulder. âWeâve got this, and these guys ainât shit.â He looks across to the opposite end of the stage and sneers.Â
âStop sneering,â you grumble at him, rubbing the spot heâd hit with more force than heâd likely meant to. âYouâre embarrassing me.â You feel yourself shrinking into the uncomfortable gaming chair. Ergonomic, my ass.Â
A lot of Team Fight Tactics is strategic: building into character types to gain bonuses for your team, understanding where to place each character on the board, and leveling them up to acquire more health and hitting power. If you play your cards right, so to speak, you can wipe the board in a matter of seconds. But much of it also comes down to lucky RNG and quick thinking.Â
You know the only way youâll win this is to calm down and keep your head straight. You have no time for intimidation when the timer is running. Although you play on a team of yourself and three men, Team Fight Tactics is primarily a solo endeavor. Ultimately, youâre also playing against your teammates to win.Â
The announcers are chatting amongst themselves over the incredibly loud speakers, preparing the audience for the battle ahead. Before you know it, theyâre announcing the teams. As each member of your team called, they stand, wave, and dance, grinning cockily. When the announcer shouts your name, you simply stand, give a nervous smile, and throw a peace sign at the crowd, earning you an eruption of cheers and whistles. As quickly as you had stood, you are back to sinking into the chair.Â
You stare at the opposite team as their names are called.Â
This is the first time youâve heard about this team, and youâre positive theyâre never heard of you either. It was your first MLG tournament, after all, and it seems to be theirs as well. They look triumphant, proud of themselves for having made it to this point. Their names float through your ears as if in a dream.
But, the last name is called, and instead of pumping up the audience as his other teammates had, he stands, looking directly at you, and winks before sitting back down. Bang Chan, they had said. The name sticks in your mind.Â
Before you realize it, the match has started. The carousel is turning, and your eyes dart across the screen, looking for Brawlers. You spot her instantly: Vi walks the carousel haughtily. As the barrier drops, you run. Score.Â
Each time the shop pops, you pull as many Brawlers as you can, throwing in whatever Laser Corps champions you can get your hands on. The timer, in the beginning, gives you some time to sort out items, and the auto battles allow you to survey the other team for a moment or two. Around round 3, you look up during the battle, and Bang Chan looks up at the same time. He grins at you and winks again, the overhead lights glow on his dimples. Your heart skips for a moment before your eyes dart back down to the screen.Â
âIs he trying to intimidate me?â You say to yourself.Â
âWho?â Cameron glances at you, raising a brow.Â
âWhat?â You could have sworn you used your inside voice.Â
You continue building your team to the best of your ability. You manage, with some lucky RNG, to grab Mordekaiser, building into him as much as you can. Itâs a near unbeatable combination, and your confidence begins to grow.Â
Bang Chanâs name shows up on your screen. Itâs time to knock that wink right out of him. The battle ends quickly with you on top. Your killing streak hits 9. As it ends, you look up at him and wink. His frown slowly grows into a smile full of fire, eyes narrowed as if to say âYouâll pay for that one.âÂ
Your teammates are dropping like flies. Their overconfidence has done nothing to benefit the team. The opposing team still stands fairly strong. Youâve been stuck at 90 health for almost 11 rounds. You manage to hold your own for a few more rounds before things begin to go wrong.
Itâs 2 against 1. Bang Chan and his teammate, Felix, are still standing. You are all thatâs left to defeat them.Â
You can do this, you know you can. You manage to pull one over on Felix, knocking him down to -5 health, and you canât help but to jump up and let out a roar unbecoming of the tiny woman you are, but the crowd erupts.Â
It was at that moment, however, that you knew this match couldnât be won. Felix had knocked enough health out of you that you were down to only 19 hit points, while Bang Chan managed to keep around 55.
As the final battle commences, your heart drops. Heâd been building into Jax. There was no way. You bite your lip as you look up at him, not willing to watch your team get murdered.
He meets your gaze, eyes darting from your bitten lip to your worried brow. His eyes soften, a devilish smile playing on his lips.Â
You lose the battle in 2nd place.Â
The stadium is split nearly in half, some groaning, some cheering, but all spirited and screaming. The host appears on stage, pulling the two of you into the middle by the wrists, raising Bang Chanâs hand high into the air, and leaving yours to the side. As the announcer's words fade into the background noise, Bang Chan moves to stand beside you.
âHey,â he says simply.
âHey.â You cross your arms. âGood game.â
âYeah,â he smiles. âWhat are you doing after this?â
âWhat?â
âWhat?â he repeats after you.Â
âI-Iâm not d-doing anything after this,â you answer his question belatedly, taking a few moments to process.Â
âOh, yeah, good⊠Cool.â He nods.Â
â...Why?â You pause, glancing at him.Â
âI was just thinking⊠maybe we could talk strats after this?â
âS-strats?â You turn to him. âW-what?â You take in his features: his dark hair and eyes, shy smile and full lips, his handsomely carved nose. For a gamer, he looked strong, like he could throw you over his shoulder and run a mile with no effort. Â
âOver dinner?â He clears his throat, shaking you out of your reverie. âDo you want to go to dinner after this, I mean?â He tries this again with a little more confidence. For a man who spent the near hour the match had taken winking at and slaughtering you, he was really bad at this game.
âHow can you be so smooth yet so awkward at the same time?â You attempt to stifle a laugh, but you blush instead, confident the color of the lighting would hide this. âIs dinner on you?â
âI mean, I did just a really big check,â he motions at the giant piece of printed cardboard leaning on his side. You had been in such a daze, you hadnât even noticed the announcer handing it to him.Â
âAre you just doing this because Iâm a girl and I almost beat you?â You crinkle your nose at him, just slightly uneasy.
âIâm not that shallow, but I canât deny, youâre pretty sexy in a âshe could definitely take me in a fightâ kind of way.â He shrugs. âI would like to get to know you before I decide to make a move, though.â The confidence sticks this time, making your heart race. âLooks arenât everything.â
You consider this. âOnly if you reveal all your secrets to me. That Jax kicked my ass.â You grin and wink, earning a wink back.Â
âDeal.â
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I decided to kill two birds with one stone, so I wrote this to fulfill a prompt for my Let Me Count the Ways ask game as well as @ficwip5k's 5k AU challenge.
Requested by GracielleGrace
Fandom: Detroit: Become Human Characters: Kara and Alice Prompt: "Stay with me for a while."
WARNING: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR KARA'S STORYLINE BELOW THE CUT
(Note: This is a post-game AU in which Alice is a human like she should have been all along.)
The car pulls up to the curb, and Tom looks over at me. âSure you don't want me to come too?â
I smile, trying not to betray the flutters of inexplicable nervousness in my stomach. âNo, I'll be fine. You know how she gets sometimes.â
A hint of sadness in the warmth of his kind brown eyes. âThink she'll ever be comfortable around me?â
I take Tom's hand in mine, squeeze it hard enough he can feel my ring through my glove. âJust give it some more time. She'll come around.â
It's what I always say. I'm still holding out hope that one day it'll be true.
I open my door and step out into the frigid February air, watching my breath form a cloud in front of me. It's probably weird of me, but I really like bitterly cold days like this. They make me feel almost nostalgicâthough not nostalgic for snowball fights or hockey games or mugs of hot chocolate like most would probably assume. No, it makes me think of sore, frozen feet trudging through the snow. Lying on the hard floor in front of a pitiful fire. A beautiful carousel, all lit up in the night, the same face repeated a dozen times, spinning all around me....
âAlice.â
Jerking out of my daze, I turn around and see that Tom has already taken Ryn's carseat out. Her eyes are open, blinking sleepily from the middle of her blankets.
âSorry.â I take the carseat from him. âThanks.â
Tom shakes his head with an amused smile. âAlways with the 'sorry-thanks.'â He leans over our daughter to place a kiss on my lips.
âJust thanks, then,â I say with a grin.
âMuch better. I'll pick you up after the gig, then.â
âRight. Love you.â
He pauses with his hand on the car door and gives me one of his winks that sends warmth shooting all the way down to my toes. âLove you more.â
I wait until his car glides down the street and turns the corner, then turn to face the apartment building at last. It's an old buildingâbuilt sometime in the 2010s, I think. The siding is peeling away, and I can see streaks of rust dripping down from the metal railings on the stairs leading up the side of the building to the second floor. There always seem to be problems with the plumbing, or the heating, or a window that won't quite shut.
But to someone who's slept in abandoned houses, gutted cars, dingy basements, park benches...this place is a palace. I have to remind myself of that every time I feel sorry for Kara.
Taking a deep breath so my lungs fill with the icy air, I go up the stairs and make my way to the door bearing the number 205. I press the doorbell, then peek through the blankets to make sure Ryn is still doing okay.
In moments, the door swings open, and there she is. Kara. My mother. Or the closest I ever really had to one that I can remember, at least.
She looks the same as everâsame smile, same short blonde hair, same blue eyes alight with pleasure the instant she sees me. âAlice!â she cries, pulling me into a warm hug. âIt's so good to see you!â
âYou too.â
Ushering me inside, her eyes are immediately drawn to the carseat in my hands. âIs that...?â
Beaming, I pull down the blankets a little so Kara can see those chubby cheeks and bright eyes better. âThis is Rynnae. And...her middle name is Kara.â
Looking up from her awed inspection of the baby, Kara stares up at me. In that moment, I realize that, outwardly, we probably look about the same age now. She's never going to develop wrinkles, and her hair will never turn grey on its own. And yet, to all intents and purposes, she's now a grandmother. When Ryn grows up, when she's my age...Kara will look exactly the same as she does now, exactly the same as she always has. I'd never really thought of that before.
Kara straightens up and pulls me into another hugâlonger, holding me tight, like she used to when I had nightmares and she would hold me close. âThank you,â she whispers, sounding on the verge of tears. âNo one's...ever...thank you.â
No, probably no one's ever named their child after their android housekeeper before. But not many people could say their android housekeeper went deviant and risked life and limb to save their life and raise them as refugees in a foreign country, either.
When Kara steps back, her eyes are dry. âHere, let me take your coat,â she says briskly, falling easily into the routine. âHave you eaten? I can make you some tea, and I think I still have some of those cookies from last time. You know my temperature sensors aren't what they used to be, but let me know if it's too cold for the baby....â
As she bustles around the corner of her tiny apartment that serves as the kitchen she barely uses, I can see the slightest jerkiness in her movements, like her joints need oiling or something. At first glance, no one would suspect her of being anything other than human, but someone watching her carefully would probably realize before too long that there's something mechanical about her. As things start to break down in her machinery, that becomes more and more obvious. Parts and blue blood are hard to come by these days, and Kara's never been keen on asking for help with such things. Not after seeing what many people think of androids.
âKara,â I say, as I set down the carseat and lift Ryn out, along with her blanket. âWould you like to hold her?â
Kara freezes, then slowly turns around, her face a picture of delight and a surprised wistfulness, like she'd never realized how much she wanted exactly what I'm offering her now. With a shy smile, she holds out her arms and nods.
I don't have to remind Kara to support Ryn's head or anything like that. Kara takes the baby into her arms with the ease of a mother who has done the same thing a thousand times before. She wasn't there when I was born, and as far as I know, has never taken care of babies, but it's all there in her programming. I don't have the slightest fear for Ryn's safety as I hand her over.
âHello there, Rynnae,â she says, rocking her slightly and gazing down with such love and devotion it takes my breath away. Ryn stares back, and even though I know in the back of my head that she's too young to recognize faces, I like to think that she knows the look of love that Kara is giving her right now.
It's the same look she's given me, time and time again.
âKara,â I say on impulse, blurting out a thought I haven't even passed by Tom yetâthough I know he wouldn't object. âStay with me for a while. My maternity leave is up in two weeks, and then I'll have to go back to the office. Tom is home a lot, but he also has lessons and gigs...and I would feel so much better to have you around to take care of Ryn, instead of a babysitter or something.â
âCome...and live with you? And...Tom?â
There's something so vulnerable in her eyes right now, like suddenly she's the little girl who needs comforting. She never seemed completely happy about me dating Tom, or getting married for that matter. Maybe she was worried I'd stepped into the path of another man who would hurt me. Maybe she felt abandoned when I wanted to go live with someone else. Maybe she was sad that I no longer needed her to take care of me all the time.
âAt least for a little while,â I say. Maybe forever, I don't say. Maybe we can help you with maintenance. Maybe just because you don't need food and warmth to get by, that doesn't mean you don't need a home and a family.
âWell...if you really think I can help....â
Just then, Ryn starts fussing and squirming around. I step forward, ready to take her back, but Kara starts rocking her again, humming a little tune that used to soothe me to sleep. Immediately, Ryn settles down again, her tiny fingers curling around Kara's thumb.
I put my arm around her shoulders, and together we watch Rynnae settle back down. âPlease stay,â I whisper, leaning my head against hers.
âOkay.â
#let me count the ways#ask games#ficwip 5k 2023#AU#detroit: become human#kara#alice#tom (oc)#rynnae (oc)#recommended listening: 'little one' or 'a new home - alice's box' from the detroit ost#word count: 1450#i don't know why i decided to write it in first person present it just felt right (even though i kept on slipping up and switching to past)
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Current number of fics: 43
Last updated October 24th, 2023
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Table of Contents - 1. Animatronic Daycare Attendant Fics, 2. Other Roles or Species AU Fics, 2a. Other Roles, 2b. Other Species, 2c. Other Species (Mer), 3. Updates
Animatronic Daycare Attendant Fics
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Solar Lunacy by BamSara | @bamsara
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader, Moon/Sun/Reader, Glamrock Freddy & Reader, Glamrock Chica & Reader, Montgomery Gator & Reader, Roxanne Wolf & Reader
You weren't a technician, you weren't a security guard, you weren't a daycare assistant. You're just an employee. Staff. The âjack-of-all-tradesâ employee with mediocre at best skills and specialty in none, tasked with doing miscellaneous jobs that robots couldn't do and human staff couldn't care to. The job is unpredictable, but it pays good and it's relatively easy.
Except for the part where all the animatronics are more sentient than you thought, and you're roped into a mystery surrounding the Daycare Attendants, who are bit too curious about you for your liking.
You don't think this was in your employee contact.
M | Words:Â 225,814Â | Chapters:Â 16/?
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Saturday Insomnia by BamSara | @bamsara
No Archive Warnings Apply, Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader
The animatronic tuts at you. âNo, silly, not for us. For you.â
You raise an eyebrow.
Sun places one hand on his chest. âThe Sun and the Moon, andâŠâ He points to the shirtâs design, and then to you. â-and the Earth!â
It takes you a moment to process, but when it dawns on you, you fight back a snort unless you want to make an ungodly noise in the middle of the quiet thrift store. âOh god. Thatâs corny. Like, REALLY corny. That should be a crime.â
Sun just hums and nods as you revel in his âgeniusâ, arms reaching out to take the bundle of clothing youâve been holding and carrying it for you. âThereâs nothing wrong with the clichĂ©s. Youâre just jealous because weâre as clever as ever.â
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A comfort fic showing domestic life with the Daycare Attendants. Set somewhere in the future timeline for Solar Lunacy, but can be read stand-alone.
M | Words:Â 9,061Â | Chapters:Â 1/1
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copper cogs rusted through by Borashore | @paper-lilypie
No Archive Warnings Apply, Moon/Sun/Reader, Moon & Reader, Sun & Reader
A year after the fire, Fazbear Entertainment graciously announces its plans to reopen the grand Pizzaplex installment bigger and better than ever, causing a stir amongst everyone nation-wide, including your small, mundane town, set in the outskirts of anything modern, luxurious or relevant. As a mundane civilian of said town with other things to worry about, you barely wink an eye. Rent is a constant nuisance to meet, one of your jobs might get terminated, raising three siblings zaps both time and energy, and coming to terms with the fact you never grew up to be somebody in life becomes an impossibility every other day.
Nonsense like Fazbear Entertainment has never been something to think about.
That is⊠well, until you mistakenly bring oneâ sorry, twoâ of its titular characters home and add more problems to your list.
Canât catch a break, can you?
M | Words: 37,458 | Chapters: 3/11
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Twin Animatronics With Too Much Time on Their Hands by aug325, CephalonGhost | @dana-chan-the-control-brain @twinanimatronics
No Archive Warnings Apply, Moon/Sun/Reader, Moon & Sun, Moon & Reader, Moon/Reader, Sun & Reader, Sun/Reader, Daycare Attendant/Reader, Daycare Attendant & Reader
Takes place after the three-star princess quest ending where Sun and Moon are the only intact animatronic left.
Fazbear Entertainment decides to capitalize on that and try to make money off the daycare again by making the dual animatronic into two. Clearly no problems arise from this because robots canât suffer mental or emotional trauma, right?
Sequel to: Lofi Beats to Capture Children to.
M | Words:Â 226,447Â | Chapters:Â 26/?
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Lofi Beats to Capture Children to by aug325 | @dana-chan-the-control-brain
No Archive Warnings Apply, Daycare Attendant/DJ Music Man, Moon & Sun, DJ Music Man & Moon, DJ Music Man/Moon, DJ Music Man & Music Man, Vanessa A. | Ness & Daycare Attendant, Vanessa A. | Ness & Moon, Vanessa A. | Ness & Sun, Vanny & Moon
The Daycare Animatronic was different from the Glamrocks. They didn't match the 80's austenitic, and their drastic shift in personalities.
Sun seems to be a nervous trainwreck who sobs to pieces if left alone for five minutes.
Moon seems intent on punishing anyone they deem a "rulebreaker"
And with Moon's inherent violent tendencies, it almost seems they were made with the intention of capturing intruders of the Pizzzaplex first, and being a Daycare Attendant second.
Who made these things? What kind of messed-up person was the guy who made them...
Why make the Daycare Attendant and the NightTime Security for the building the same animatronic?
It just doesn't make sense.
Moon was the head of security of the entire Pizzaplex at night. It was only natural they had to meet the 'bouncer' of the Dance Floor eventually.
(Or: A small stupid fic about Moon and DJMM becoming frens and goes into details of Sun/Moon's origin. The Glamrocks also appear and be frens. Eventual child death to come)
This is a Direct Prequel to "Twin Animatronics with too much time on their hands" So I recommend giving it a read <3
T | Words:Â 151,036 |Â Chapters:Â 16/?
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Visions (Or Lack Thereof) by DeeplyJuniper, Glitched_and_Unnamed | @sleepyjuniper @azure-aura321
No Archive Warnings Apply, Moon & Sun, Daycare Attendant & Gregory, Glamrock Freddy & Gregory
This place is not like he remembered it. Neither is Sun; his brother seems panicked and shaky- and relieved to hear him.
To Moon, this all seems like some elaborate prank. One minute he was doing his job, watching over the children, and listening to Sun from their shared consciousness. The next, he opens his eyes to find the place he loved and cherished has fallen into disrepair. Abandoned. Rundown. His brother says it's been months.
He doesn't remember what happened in-between.
G | Words: 100,459 | Chapters: 14/?
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Permission Slip by thedemonsurfer | @thedemonscrawler
No Archive Warnings Apply, Daycare Attendant & Gregory, Glamrock Freddy & Gregory, Gregory & Sun, Gregory & Moon, Moon & Sun
Gregory gets dumped off in the Daycare as a 'lost child'. When he shows back up after closing, convinced that the security guard wants to hurt him, Sun decides to do whatever is needed to help him escape the Pizzaplex. This turns out to be a much bigger ordeal than anticipated.
Freddy is on lockdown. Chica is eating garbage. Roxy is talking to herself. Monty is tearing apart anything that moves.
There is a rabbit in the Pizzaplex.
Something is wrong tonight.
T | Words:Â 165,760Â | Chapters:Â 13/?
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I see you, Sundrop! by ShiraCheshire | @shirajellyfish
Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Moon & Sun & Original Character(s), Sun & Original Character(s), Moon & Original Character(s), Daycare Attendant & Original Character(s)
With nowhere else to go, Riley returns to the place they spent their childhood- Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex. When they discover that something is very wrong with the animatronics, they're forced to take shelter in the Superstar Daycare.
Considering that their favorite hobby is analyzing and understand how animatronics work and think, Riley is thrilled at the chance to get to know the Daycare Attendant. Too bad everything had to go wrong first for them to get here. At least they're safe in the daycare, right? No health and safety hazards here in the Superstar Daycare absolutely none no siree.
AKA mostly a whole lot of playing with and getting to know Sun- As long as the lights stay on, anyway.
(Not a fan of longfics? Looking for something shorter but still satisfying? Chapter 11 and chapter 32 both work as early stopping points if you wish)
M | Words:Â 462,502Â | Chapters:Â 103/?
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404: Personal Space Not Found by CrazedAuthor | @crazedauthor
No Archive Warnings Apply, Moon/Sun/Reader, Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader, Daycare Attendant/Reader, Glamrock Freddy & Reader, Glamrock Chica & Reader, Roxanne Wolf & Reader, Montgomery Gator & Reader
Being an anxious mess one bright light from a breakdown wasn't easy, nor did it grant you many friends. Still, you were getting by as a hermit only leaving your apartment to go to class. That all changes when you start working at the Pizzaplex as a staff member. Working in close proximity to such advanced robotics? It was every future engineer's dream. Working for such high pay in this economy? It was enough to make a poor college student cry. Despite the change in routine, you're content to go through with it, thinking you'll blend into the background and disappear, never to be noticed by human or animatronic alike...
You thought wrong. The Daycare Attendants and the trouble that surrounds them will RUIN YOU.
T | Words:Â 81,109 |Â Chapters:Â 7/?
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(it was, in reality, not fine.) by bones_of_a_rabbit | @bones-of-a-rabbit
No Archive Warnings Apply, Moon & Sun, Sun & Reader, Moon & Reader, Moon/Sun/Reader, Daycare Attendant/Reader
You're the new tech/repairman at the Fazbear Mega Pizzaplex, unfortunately. Your first task? To make the Daycare Attendant into two separate animatronics. It's an amazing opportunity, really, and there is nothing you love more than getting a chance to really work with such tech! The only bad part is that you don't know how to tell anyone that you just might be in over your head. (You are extremely in over your head.)
(Just a silly feel-good fic, AU where there is no Security Breach, no William, no murders, etc. Sun and Moon fall in love with you, a well-meaning but honestly naĂŻve and easily-overwhelmed little dummy)
(BTW THE TITLE IS MEANT TO BE A RUNNING JOKE FROM THE FIC there isn't gonna b some big angsty plot twist. most likely)
G | Words:Â 99,238 |Â Chapters:Â 10/?
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Ventura Highway by MadameMiz | @madamemiz
No Archive Warnings Apply, Moon/Sun/Reader, Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader, Moon & Sun
You are an idiot who, in the eyes of the law, just stole a multi-million dollar piece of AI animatronic technology from a highly controversial company.
Now a fugitive, you weigh your options, and with few choices available you decide going on the run is your best bet.
Time for a road trip.
T | Words:Â 28,356 |Â Chapters:Â 6/?
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The Night Shift by Certified_Handler | @certified-handler
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Moon/Sun/Reader, Moon & Sun & Reader
You expected there would be plenty of changes when Fazbear Entertainment purchased the childcare facility where you work. What you didn't expect was everything that came after...
M | Words:Â 214,610 |Â Chapters:Â 44/44
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(and when you speak) angels sing from above by ranchdiip
Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader, Moon/Sun/Reader, Moon & Sun & Reader, Glamrock Animatronics & Reader, Glamrock Freddy & Sun
âFine,â you spit. Youâre still shaking, but the fear is mixed with anger now, a bitterness that follows all of lifeâs unfair balances. âFine. Whatever. I wonât tell anyone that Fazbear is letting a criminal run free and paying for his treatments to boot. But what the fuck do you want me to do about this thing?â
âWork on it,â Margaret says. She doesnât acknowledge your barb, probably for the better. It still burns you. âFigure out how you can decommission the Naptime Attendant without damaging the Daycare Attendant. Itâs the Naptimeâs that turned violent, and we canât return the animatronic to the public until itâs gone.â
âYou want me to get rid of the half that saved a little girl,â you scowl.
âI want you to get rid of the half that put a man in the hospital.â
âIâm not a software engineer, Mag.â
âYou are, now. If anything happens to you, tell me. You know Iâve got your back here.â
Youâre starting to wonder if thatâs true.
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Last week, the recently debuted Daycare Attendant put a man in the hospital. Corporate has decided it's your problem, now.
M | Words:Â 30,251 |Â Chapters:Â 6/?
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First They're Sour, Then They're Sweet! by lunargalaxies | @smallergalaxies
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Moon & Reader, Moon/Sun/Reader, Sun & Reader, Moon/Reader
Youâre one of a handful of night time security guards at the pizzaplex, and a certain animatronic has taken aâŠliking? to you. At least you think so, it's hard to tell when he almost never talks to you and just follows you around on your shifts. If it wasn't so creepy, you think it could actually be a little cute.
T | Words:Â 16,030 |Â Chapters:Â 10/?
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Our Orbit is Elliptical by Sycopomp | @sycopomp | in association with @madame-mongoose
No Archive Warnings Apply Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader, Moon & Sun, Moon & Sun & Reader
The Daycare Attendant is very protective of his role in the Superstar Daycare; he was made for this job, after all, and he finds it insulting that management seems to think he needs help. They insist on saddling him with human assistants, over and over, no matter how many quit. Not that he does it intentionally, of course... but if they can't handle the stress, then perhaps they aren't fit to be working with children. Hmph.
You are the new Daycare Assistant at the Superstar Daycare! Despite some reservations, you're determined to do your best and prove-- mostly to yourself-- that you deserve to be here. You're inspired by Sun and the ease with which he gets along with the children, and you hope to impress him with your go-getter attitude and unflappable confidence! (Even if both of those things are about as flimsy as construction paper...)
aka: Sun is passive-aggressive to his new assistant, whom is so determined to do a good job that they're too oblivious to notice.
T | Words:Â 15,337Â | Chapters:Â 1/?
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Holding the World by StarvingMe | @anangelcalledinquisitor
No Archive Warnings Apply, Moon/Sun/Reader
You were new, dressed in your little uniform, jacket, slacks, collared shirt peeking out, plastic little nametag with your name scrawled in large, friendly letters.
(Pregnant Reader AU with Automatons)
M | Words:Â 99,699 |Â Chapters:Â 27/27
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rises the moon by paris_23 | @paris-23
No Archive Warnings Apply, Moon/Reader
You hear a door creaking, but it isnât enough to pull you from your spiraling panic, hardly even grasps your attention. It isnât until you hear a bell jingle that you force your head up and your eyes open. And itâs⊠Moon. Heâs standing in front of you, watching as you quiver and stare up at him, tears staining trails down your face.
He sits down next to you, criss-cross, not touching you but still close. His voice is raspy, just like always, but softer, quieter, as he says, âPoor thing, out here on their own. Should know not to wander in the dark alone, little lamb.â
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Moon helps you through a panic attack
G | Words:Â 2,451Â | Chapters:Â 1/1
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Stare at the Abyss; It Might Look Back by characcoon | @characcoon
No Archive Warnings Apply, DJ Music Man & Sun, Moon & Sun, Sun & Reader, DJ Music Man & Reader, Glamrock Freddy & Gregory, Sun/Reader, Moon & Reader
You blink at the offended new light source aimed at the far wall of the pit, flickering constantly and making your eyes hurt. You smack it in your palm until the batteries move back in place and the light stops flickering. You point it up and down the well again, considering your options of going forward or going home, putting all the cards at the table so you can make a decision.
Turning around, wanting to pace for a bit since it helps you think better, you're greeted with a whole thing standing right behind you.
The color quickly drains off your face and you get cold, holding your breath for dear life as the light from your torch illuminates a face. Round like a dinner plate, singed and cracked, with a Cheshire smile stretched from one side to the other, black eyes that seem to suck the light out of the torch, framed by a shredded, poorly patched up blue hood. You don't feel like moving the light or your eyes away from the animatronic, so you canât see the state of the rest of its body yet.
The thing isnât moving. Neither are you.
T | Words:Â 27,900Â | Chapters:Â 11/?
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Donât spare your gaze by acrylicArtsy | @inazumaneko
No Archive Warnings Apply, Moon & Sun
With a huff, the daycare attendant sat up fluidly, and began heading to the sink to wash off what glue he could.
He was halfway there when the smell had hit him.
At first, he was confused. His systems halting, trying to place what this new thing was. He was getting multiple results at once, and it was almost dizzying how quick the sensory notifications came:
Barbecue, fireplace, fireworks, chimney,
Smoke.
What was happening? Why did he sense smoke? What could be causing this?
Fire. below. MOVE.
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Or: Sundrop realizes the building is on fire, escapes, and tries to figure out his purpose in the big scary world.
(Active updates)
T | Words:Â 45,671 |Â Chapters:Â 14/?
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To Err Is Human by TheNerdyBirdy14 | @birdy-boogaloo
Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Moon & Sun, Moon/Sun/Original Character(s), Moon/Sun/Original Male Character(s), Moon/Sun/Reader, Daycare Attendant/Original Character(s), Daycare Attendant/Reader, Glamrock Animatronics & Original Character(s), Glamrock Chica & Original Character(s), Montgomery Gator & Original Character(s), Glamrock Freddy & Original Male Character(s), Roxanne Wolf & Original Character(s)
Jack Harley just wanted a nice, simple job that paid well. He was sick of working two other jobs to make ends meet. So when Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex began looking for someone to manage the Daycare area, he leapt on it. It was just a little mechanical work and playing with kids, right? Shouldn't be too hard.
But there's something going on under the surface: animatronics with way more intelligence than they should have; secrets that come out when the lights go down; and to top it off, a virus with a vengeance infecting it all.
Is there a way to fix it all? Or will he be another victim broken by the company's dark past?
//OC-centric, slow burn romance, giving the animatronics the happy ending they deserve, plot fixes, short chapters\\
M | Words:Â 87,171 |Â Chapters:Â 16/?
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Celestial Syzygy by Pterolem | @echoingkarma
No Archive Warnings Apply, Moon/Reader, Sun/Reader, Moon & Sun, Glamrock Freddy & Reader, Montgomery Gator & Reader, Glamrock Chica & Reader, Roxanne Wolf & Reader, Vanessa & Reader
You're the human staff of Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex, and one of the only two you ever seem to see, there to be a comforting and familiar face for the guests... and just to do what you're told. At your side are several very tall animatronics who mostly want to help you settle in.
Mostly.
Good luck, reader, and please enjoy your time working for Fazbear Entertainment. Don't forget all those waivers you signed when you started working for us! And forget what you hear or see in the night; its not relevant to your job :)
M | Words:Â 70,541Â | Chapters:Â 18/18
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you move to dayshift but aren't paid any more, go figure by tuzesdays | @tuzesdays
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Moon & Sun & Reader, Moon/Sun/Reader, Daycare Attendant/Reader, Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader
You never, never wanted to be on dayshift. All those children running around, being loud and messy and eugh... but that's what corporate scheduled you for, and they're the ones that write your checks, so. You weren't expecting to get along with the daycare attendant, but that doesn't mean you want to stay on dayshift just to hang out with them.
Too bad you can't back out now.
T | Words:Â 121,367Â | Chapters:Â 21/?
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So(u)l by Strawbubbysugar | @strawbubbysugar
No Archive Warnings Apply, Daycare Attendant/Reader, Moon & Sun, sun and moon/reader, Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader, Montgomery Gator & Reader, Eclipse/Reader
It will take every single sign the universe can throw at you to realize that you are capable of being loved. Specifically, by an animatronic daycare attendant.
Check out @strawbubbysugar on Tumblr for art related to the AU, and to participate in polls to decide what happens next!
NR | Words:Â 134,362 | Chapters:Â 70/70
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What's It Called When Light Hits a Prism? by TooManyPsuedonyms
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply, Moon/Sun/Reader, Moon & Sun
The PizzaPlex has been running--and the Management needs a new operator for one of their salvaged animatronics.
You are just trying to live independently, so of course, you'll take the job.
You have no idea what you're in for. Granted, you never really know what you're in for, but this can't be much different than working with regular human people... right?
M | Words:Â 161,198 |Â Chapters:Â 39/?
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Sleuth Jesters by NaffEclipse | @naffeclipse
Archive Warnings Apply, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Daycare Attendant/Reader, Moon/Sun/Reader, Moon & Reader, Sun & Reader, Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader, Eclipse/Reader, Eclipse & Reader
M | Words:Â 174,134Â | Works:Â 15 | Complete: No
- Due to being a whole series rec, here's the first work details:
Share the Cuffs by NaffEclipse | @naffeclipse
No Archive Warnings Apply, Daycare Attendant/Reader, Moon/Sun/Reader, Moon & Reader, Sun & Reader
âIf I may, Detectives, I believe that the score is set at a tie on how many times youâve both let me slip away under your watch.â You grin at the sun and moon like faces of your opponents in this game of cat and mouse. The narrow slice of Detective Moonâs gaze becomes threatening, where Detective Sun curls and uncurls his fingers in anticipation of whatever scheme youâre concocting.
Detective!Sun & Detective!Moon x Vigilante!Reader (SFW)
T | Words:Â 4,084 |Â Chapters:Â 1/1
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Bethroned by Strawbubbysugar | @strawbubbysugar
No Archive Warnings Apply, Daycare Attendant/Reader, Moon & Sun, Sun & Reader, Moon & Sun & Reader, Moon & Reader, Moon/Reader, Sun/Reader
The Human Kingdom of Porphyal has long been at war with The Kingdom of Atomata, a strange land filled with sentient automatons. The cause for the start of the bloodshed has been lost to time, but it will soon be drawing to a close with the arranged marriage of the Heir of Porphyal and the Heir of Atomata, set to be wed when they reach of age, uniting the Kingdoms in peace at last.
Though it is uncertain if the temporary truce will last long enough to see this come to pass.
NR | Words:Â 58,168Â | Chapters:Â 34/?
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Ghost in the Machine by Qwille | @venomous-qwille
Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Moon/Sun/Reader, Daycare Attendant/Reader, Moon/Reader, Sun/Reader, Eclipse/Reader
You are not strong in the Sight. To you, the supernatural has become the background noise of a mundane and lonely life. You have no interest in becoming involved with ghosts.
But they have every interest in you.
When your eccentric great uncle offers you a job fixing the âjewelâ of his collectionâthe original Fazco Daycare Attendantâyou expect a challenge, sure. This was undoubtedly going to be the biggest project of your life. You expect pain, mistakes, and late nights aplenty, and you expect an excruciating learning curve.
You do not expect the other Daycare Attendants.
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This is a story about love and memories, about secret things and ghosts.
How can you know what to live for when the world you were built for is gone?
M | Words:Â 69,063Â | Chapters:Â 7/?
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Apology Flowers & Blooming Hours by daunsun | @daunsun
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader, Moon/Sun/Reader
Google Maps knew some of the most niche places, really. Oh, you need a very specific kind of food? Hereâs a location five minutes from you! Youâre looking for a pot of a particular kind of flower and have never explored the area around your apartment complex outside of work? Great! Thereâs a flower shop two blocks down! Of course, that exact question is what led you to the looming brick shop in front of you. It was a rather quaint place, sure, but it was on one of the busiest streets in town, meaning you only received stares for standing in front of the flower shop and getting in the way. According to your phone, the place was called Daylight-Goodnight Blooms. You figured it was called that because of its night time delivery service, which apparently isnât a common thing for stores, especially flower shops.
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It's not everyday you see a grinning and smiling talking sunflower. Neither is it everyday a grumbling moonflower shows up to your doorstep with... a bouquet? Things were already stressful enough, so surely you were losing your mind, yeah?
(An AU I made that apparently people liked, so I'm writing a tiny fic on it I guess. I have a bunch of ideas. >:D )
T | Words:Â 9,868Â | Chapters:Â 2/?
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Bug Love by TheOHNOCorral | @theohnocorral
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Moon & Sun, Moon/Sun/Reader, Moon & Sun & Reader
Sun and Moon are what remains of a vast pantheon of gods. Only able to save themselves by making a pact with each other and binding their bodies together and the moon and sun themselves. They watch over what is left of the vast forests they once protected. They know that one day they will waste away, unable even to hold on to each other.
Now here you are. Things haven't gone exactly the way you'd hoped but you've got another field position and it's looking up from there. Now if you can manage to keep catching bumble bees, not eat anything poisonous, and make the mortgage, you'll be fine.
Curious that you always catch more bees than anyone else on the study. Curious that you never get ticks, or chiggers, your bag never rips open, you've never been stung, never fallen in the woodland brush. You think you're just lucky for a while. Then you step on that hornet nest. Well. You'd always had a thing for local cryptid lore.
G | Words:Â 43,561Â | Chapters:Â 17/?
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Cryptid Sightings by NaffEclipse | @naffeclipse
Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Moon/Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader, Sun/Reader, Eclipse/Reader, Daycare Attendant/Reader
Perhaps this would scare a person, being all alone in the woods in the dark, but not you. Youâre too intertwined with the paranormal and inexplicable. Itâs in your blood. That doesnât mean your heart wonât pound with terror when you face something with fangs and hungry eyes for flesh, but you donât run away, and thatâs what matters most.
You will face the monsters.
Cryptid!Sun/Moon x Cryptid Hunter!Y/N (SFW)
M | Words:Â 253,823Â | Chapters:Â 21/21
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Celestial Sundown by clutterspace | @pillowspace
Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Sun/Reader, Moon/Sun/Reader, Daycare Attendant/Reader, Eventual Moon/Reader, Eclipse & Reader, Eclipse/Reader
There was something slumped beneath a tree, and you had no idea what it was.
The sunlight shone brighter where it laid, despite the leaves above not differing from any of the other foliage.
It was such a small thing to notice in comparison to everything else, but it brought a small hysterical giggle out past the lump in your throat as it finally clicked in place what you were seeing.
It was a god.
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You are a peasant living in the middle of the woods, Sun is the god of day you brought back home with you, and Moon is the god of night tucked away in the Celestial Realm.
T | Words:Â 83,805Â | Chapters:Â 7/?
- hey! Celestial Sundown is my fic! My followers recommended that I add it to the list
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For in Safe Horizons by Anonymous | @horizonandstar
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Moon & Sun & Reader, Moon & Reader, Sun & Reader, Moon/Reader, Sun/Reader
It was supposed to be a normal expedition like any other, but something goes wrong and the ship crash-lands. Now youâre stranded on an ocean planet with no way of going home. How long can you survive until you can call for help and leave this planet?
For the first time in your life, youâre alone.
As alone as one can be when two alien creatures follow you around, anyways.
T | Words:Â 28,630Â | Chapters:Â 8/?
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The Sea Jesters are Real Science by MatosaurusRex, sixty_nine13 | @frizzybearprteam
Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Sun & Reader, Moon & Reader, Moon/Sun/Reader, Moon & Sun & Reader, Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader, Moon & Sun
You stare into the glass. At first you see nothing, just a greenish-blue landscape, peaceful and ordinary. There is nothing special about it... Or so you think. As the seconds pass, two figures become more and more visible, slowly growing from two distant dots to two large figures, easily two metres tall. The two creatures stare at you, and you raise your hand, slapping it against the cold glass that holds the creatures trapped. These two beings, which until now had been considered to be legends, raise their hands to clasp yours as well. The most wonderful living beings in the world stand before you, separated by thick glass, suffering every day at the hands of greedy people.
How long will they resist this?
((This fic was inspired by Tumblr shenanigans and merMAY! Thank you all for inspiring us to create this <3))
T |Â Words:Â 121,792 |Â Chapters:Â 27/?
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Celestial Omens (that really like Fishsticks) by BamSara | @bamsara
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Moon & Sun & Reader, Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader
When you are ten years old, you find two creatures, bloodied and injured, trapped a net on the beach near your home. You save them, make friends with them, and return them to the sea, leaving you to wonder later if your friends with the Sun colored scales and fins that shone like the full Moon were real or imagined up by a childhood of loneliess.
Time passes. You hear stories of monsters, Sirens in the water, one that is a good omen if spotted, promising your safe voyage as long as you respect the rules of the ocean, and one that sinks ships and eats people for fun. Just folktales meant to scare children.
A decade later, they return the favor, though they don't plan on leaving you so easily this time.
(A 3-part Sun & Moon x Reader fic for Mermay.) (Title subject to change)
T | Words:Â 23,822Â | Chapters:Â 2/3
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Song for a Siren by SolarRush | @solarrush
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Sun & Reader, Moon & Reader
As a kid, ever since you attended your first show at the Faz Aquarium and Research Center you were determined to become like the mer handlers you admired. Now fresh out of college, you've made it to your first day at the ARC!
It's not quite as....glamorous...as you expected.
An abandoned exhibit and its inhabitants stir up questions about Faz Corp's true intentions, and you find yourself caught in the middle. Can one person change a bleak future, or will you be sleeping with the fishes?
T | Words:Â 23,162Â | Chapters:Â 4/4
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I Watched You Become a Stranger by IcedMetalTea | @icedmetaltea
No Archive Warnings Apply, Moon & Sun & Reader
You work at one of the few aquariums cleared to house merfolk as a handler for twin mers who live in a sort of petting pool targeted at kids, as they've proven to be harmless to humans through the years. You spend your days taking care of them and supervising their interactions with the public.
You arrive at the exhibit for your early morning shift and, as you prepare for the day's visitors, the automatic door to the room malfunctions and slams shut while you're inside. You find yourself trapped with no sources of food, and the two creatures who have a very big appetite.
T | Words:Â 6,748Â | Chapters:Â 1/1
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Scars and Scales by intistone | @intistone
Graphic Depictions Of Violence, just platonic stuff ye, Family Fluff - Relationship, Sun & Reader, Moon & Sun, Moon & Sun & Reader, Moon & Reader
You were doing fine as a diver, despite the nosy neighbor/best friend and dog that was certainly going to be the end of you. All was well, in a weird way
Then the storm came.
And the tides rose.
And you met a monster
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Two of them actually, and they were anything but.
You have no idea what to do, no idea how to help, and clearly no idea now broken they are.
But you can't keep them safe forever.
Your past is catching up to you faster than you think.
NR | Words:Â 163,547Â | Chapters:Â 14/?
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Fish Out of Water by Imagine_Darksiders | @imagine-darksiders
No Archive Warnings Apply, Daycare Attendant/Reader, Sun/Reader, Daycare Attendant & Reader, Moon/Reader, Moon & Reader, Moon/Sun/Reader
'What you're looking at is...
Well, quite frankly, it's impossible.
There's a face hanging above you, Lovecraftian in proportion â taller and wider than you are long, with features about as adjacent to a human's as one could possibly get.
For the first few seconds, you remain frozen to your spot, unblinking, half expecting the grinning visage to fade away as sobriety takes you back into its safe, sense-making embrace.
A pair of milky, white eyes peer down at you, hanging in the expanse of yellowing skin, like twin pools of alabaster paint. You'd hesitate to even call them eyes, but then, the damn things b l i n k.'
M | Words:Â 26,589Â | Chapters:Â 4/?
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Within a Sun and Moonlit Cove by shadow_oblivion
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Moon & Sun & Reader, Moon/Sun/Reader
You witness two mer hatch, and spend the entire summer with them. But at the end of that time, you get the mer to the sea before your family moves away. 20 years later, you are in desperate need of a break from your busy life. Taking a vacation to where you lived when younger, you fondly remember the two tiny mer, and hope they are doing all right wherever they are.
When you wander the shore near your hotel, during the day or at night, you start to find little trinkets here and there, along with an occasional dead sea creature. You might dismiss the odd sight as coincidence, until the items start to line the shore in the direction of a secluded cove in the distance.
T | Words:Â 40,981Â | Chapters:Â 12/?
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Pisces Caelestis by S_V | @sortvaniliekrans
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Moon/Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader, Sun/Reader, Glamrock Freddy & Reader, Roxanne Wolf & Reader, Glamrock Chica & Reader, Montgomery Gator & Reader
Underneath the glowing eyes, a great maw opened to hiss at you, baring several rows of needle-like fangs, wicked looking and sharp and also glowing in the blacklight. As the thing hissed, the cries started up again, more frantic this time, and accompanied by- it almost sounded like scratching?
And it was coming from behind you.
The bleeding creature had never been the one wailing.
NR | Words:Â 76,588Â | Chapters:Â 13/?
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In Deep Dreams Between the Waves by NaffEclipse | @naffeclipse
No Archive Warnings Apply, Daycare Attendant/Reader, Daycare Attendant & Reader, Eclipse/Reader
You see a fish, but the fish isnât really a fish, because he looks up at you with big yellow eyes, wide with fright. Large black pupils dart around frantically. Heâs small, less than half your size, which surprises you. You know mers are supposed to be big sea monsters that sink boats or cause storms, but you donât see a monster. You think of a baby while staring at his chubby round face, creased with fear, and his small tail.
Mermaid!Eclipse x Reader (SFW)
T | Words:Â 55,644Â | Chapters:Â 5/5
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Song Fish Amid the Stars by NaffEclipse | @naffeclipse
No Archive Warnings Apply, Daycare Attendant/Reader, Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader
A pang hits your heart, going out to the little fish struggling to escape the cruel and entrapping lagoon.
But they look like mers. Sea monsters.
Mermaid!Sun & Mermaid!Moon x Reader (SFW)
T | Words:Â 69,362Â | Chapters:Â 6/6
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Crush Depth by NaffEclipse | @naffeclipse
No Archive Warnings Apply, Daycare Attendant/Reader, Eclipse/Reader, Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader
You stare out the forward viewportâthe window. The subâs only window. Blood splashes against the thick glass. It is human blood. It fills an ocean on Moon FZ-87. The atmosphere is dark and barren, speckled with the ghostly light of stars that have been gone for decades.
This is the last view you have of anything above the blood ocean surface. Futility sinks roots into your ribs.
DCA x Reader (SFW)
M | Words:Â 25,182 |Â Chapters:Â 10/10
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Sleuth Jesters by NaffEclipse was added to the list, categorized under Other Roles! - 9/30/22
Celestial Syzygy by Pterolem was added to the list, categorized under Animatronics Daycare Attendant Fics! - 10/13/22
Cryptid Sightings by NaffEclipse was added to the list, categorized under Other Species! - 10/24/22
you move to dayshift but aren't paid any more, go figure by tuzesdays was added to the list, categorized under Animatronic Daycare Attendant Fics! - 11/2/22
Pisces Caelestis by S_V was added to the list, categorized under Other Species (Mer)! - 5/23/23
So(u)l by Strawbubbysugar was added to the list, categorized under Animatronic Daycare Attendant Fics! - 7/14/23
Celestial Sundown by clutterspace was added to the list, categorized under Other Species! - 7/14/23
Bethroned by Strawbubbysugar was added to the list, categorized under Other Roles! - 10/22/23
Song Fish Amid the Stars by NaffEclipse was added to the list, categorized under Other Species (Mer)! - 10/22/23
What's It Called When Light Hits a Prism? by TooManyPsuedonyms was added to the list, categorized under Animatronic Daycare Attendant Fics! - 10/22/23
Crush Depth by NaffEclipse was added to the list, categorized under Other Species (Mer)! - 10/22/23
In Deep Dreams Between the Waves by NaffEclipse was added to the list, categorized under Other Species (Mer)! - 10/22/23
Ghost in the Machine by Qwille was added to the list, categorized under Other Roles! - 10/24/23
#five nights at freddy's security breach#sundrop#moondrop#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#sun fnaf#moon fnaf#fnafsb#five nights at freddy's#fnaf sb#fnaf daycare attendant#the daycare attendant#fnaf naptime attendant#the naptime attendant#i haven't finished reading all of these fics but i have read a good amount to confidently put them on the list#please let me know if an untagged author has a tumblr blog! i must have missed it#also let me know if i got any details wrong and didn't notice#fnaf security breach
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I've always been so scared of requesting a fic idea because like- what if I say something wrong... but, I got enough courage to do it anyways!
So genshin actor au!(your choice) With a reader who's casted as a villain. During one of the scenes reader has to step on said-character and degrade/insult them and the character accidentally says "that's hot" reader stays in character and kicks them,
(P.s! Doesnt need to be suggestive but, just an embarassing moment for character)
- moraless anon
AAAA i admire your courage please don't be scared to send requests we (writers) really love people like you >< /// ALSOO, i'm really sorry for the delay i was having writerâs block TT
đŠč â dumb conversations, pent-up frustrations, what more could you find in this career of yours?
love me not đŠč.. âïž à§à Êż â ăŹă€ăą
ê° featuring ! ê± kaeya x gn!reader ?!
ê° cw ! ê± actor!kaeya, actor!reader, usage of pet names, swearing, degradation, modern au ?!
you stare mindlessly at the script presented to you, reading every line like youâre going through a short poem. within a blink of an eye, you set the piece of paper down and stretch your body to relax the tense muscles. without knowing, a tall figure looms in from behind you. with a hearty chuckle and a firm hand placed on your shoulder, you could already guess who the mysterious person is â kaeya.
âhow are you doing today, sweetheart?â he winks at you and you shrug him off, giving him a short side glance before stepping away from him. âfine.â oh to give you a short background info, this man is kaeya alberich, your co-worker for this movie. he plays a major role in this movie and his fans adore him from worldwide.
though they were especially hyped when he got to film this project with you. youâre a fresh actor whoâs never gotten into a film this big. itâs not that bad right?..wrong, fans suspect that you two are involved in a romantic relationship because of the way he treats you, and the last thing you could do is avoid the said man because you donât want to risk your career being demolished by his angry mob of fans. despite this, it gave the people some sort of excitement on how you two would work together.
âoh whatâs with the cold face? i didnât do anything wrong did i?â he walks from behind you and you shake your head ânoâ. well, itâs no use dwelling on this matter at this point in time. it has been done and you just have to be on friendly terms with the said man. he decides to probe into your mind and figure out more about you, so he catches up to you in no time and places a hand on your shoulder once again.
âcome now iââ a light smack erupted from your hand to his. with a heavy sigh, you turn to him. âi donât understand kaeya. why me? why pester me out of all the people you could encounter out there?â your fierce gaze doesnât break and all he could do was simply chuckle and take your hand in his. âis it enough to say that iâm interested in you?â he hums and observes the flabbergasted expression adorned on your face. âare you crazy?! surely youâve heard the rumors about us, right?â you hiss quietly, making sure that this conversation is stuck between the two of you.
his eyes dart elsewhere, then back to you. âwhat about it?â he asks nonchalantly. before you could even speak again, he fake gasps. âohh, donât tell me youâre bothered because of the rumors,â his eyes light up like a light bulb and you grumble. ây/n, listen. if i like someone, my fans will adore them in return. if i hate someone, theyâll hate them. you, in fact, are that special someone and i like you. so donât worry about anything.â he assures you before fixing his clothes and brushing off the wrinkles on his top.
âiââ you began, but he cuts you off quickly by pointing his index finger to the arranged set. âhush now, we have a movie to finish.â
âhmm, no, this wonât do.â the director cuts the scene and ponders intensely while looking at the script. while they were busy with that, you look at kaeya before turning back to stare at the wall â and for some reason, he caught you staring. âyou okay there?â he asks teasingly, folding his arms against his chest. âyes, thank you for asking.â you bring back that tone that he oh-so loved about you. he decides to rile you up even more. his eyes flicker to the corner of the room, hmm?, maybe youâll even receive a bonus because of this.
he treads his way in front of you, confident and superior, thatâs the aura that he gives off right now. âiâm starting to think youâre no good at this,â he says, index placed on his lips while relishing the annoyed expression plastered on your face. it even seemed like you would smack him right there and then for saying such an insult to your career. âexcuse me? i know full well what iâm doing.â you send him a glare and he puts his hands up, jokingly. âoh no, iâm scared.â his lips form into a moue, mocking and sarcastic, his tone laced with distaste.
is this how heâs going to play now? bring it on then.
âlisten, i donât like playing games here kaeya, so hurry up and say it. say what you donât like about me.â you push a finger to his chest and push him harshly. âgo on. spit,â a harsh force hits his chest. âit,â and another one. âout.â the back of his knees hits the flat of the chair and he flops hard on the wooden material. then, your shoe lands on his chest, not too heavy but not too light either. your hands that were previously gripping the frame of the chair is now holding kaeyaâs tie. pulling it against you and scowling at him in disgust as if he was some sort of trash.
âiâve wanted to say this for so long but gosh, youâre so. fucking. annoying, alberich.â oh wow. is this even the y/n that he knows? i mean heâs not complaining but this entire scene is so hot. âohâ ah, can i take a break? wOAHâ!â you kick the chair without warning and he falls down roughly, landing on his bottom afterwards. hmph, serves you right. you frown at the pitiful sight of him rubbing his hips.
just then, you could hear cheers erupting from the crew. they looked... satisfied? whatâs happening? âcut! that was perfect, are you sure youâre a rookie, y/n?â the director smiles and wonders in curiosity. âhuh? ohâ yes!â youâre confused and overwhelmed, this all feels so new to you. itâs like the feeling you got when you first started acting.
âhaaaa.. i knew you were good but i didnât think youâd go that harsh on me.â kaeya sighs heavily before standing up on his two feet, shifting his position to look at you straight in the eye. âwhat? are you saying this is all aââ
âan act, yes. the cameras started rolling long before you could even notice.â he chuckles and points back to the cameras all around you. oh, an act? an act?! you spewed out all your pent-up anger from earlier and now youâre embarrassed. world, please bury me.
âhaha, donât worry. the things you did earlier were just the type of stuff i was looking for! great job. and besides,â his lips stay on the shell of your ear and he whispers. âi now know that i have to work hard for your heart to accept me.â
#kaeya x reader#kaeya x you#kaeya alberich#kaeya alberich x reader#kaeya alberich x you#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin imagines#genshin impact imagines#genshin impact headcanons#genshin headcanons#genshin x you#genshin impact x you#genshin impact#genshin
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The Before
Pairing: Ruescott Melshi x Female Reader
Word Count: 4000+
Summary: There is a story before, when, and after Keef Girgo enters your life. This is the Before.
Rating:Â M (18+, minors please do not engage!)
Warnings: Prison/Narkina 5 storyline but an AU where woman inmates are assigned to each unit as 'peacekeepers', language, established relationship, non-descriptive smut + references of smut, possessiveness, rough handling, biting, references of violence + blood, non-descriptive suicide (not major character death)
-Â Reader has no official name and no physical traits described in detail. However, she is picked up twice + is implied to be shorter than Melshi (because I'm a sucker for height differences)
Author Note: So...Idk what happened, I just watched Andor and something about the prison arc really resonated with me. And I really loved Melshiâs scenes and his connection with Cassian (or, Keef, I guess technically lol) so I decided to give writing for him a shot. I am not a smut writer, itâs just not for me, but I wanted to also try to step outside my usual comfort zone a little bit too when writing and thus---this fic was born. Hope someone enjoys it đ
Special thanks to @beecastle for beta reading and encouraging me đ
The When
There is a scar across the top of Melshiâs hand that flashes silvery-white whenever the light catches it just right. Youâve been mesmerized by it for almost a dozen shifts now. His hands, in general, have starred in many of your dreams: the sandpaper quality of his skin, thick fingers covered in calluses, how they flex and fidget when he works.Â
Once upon a time your mind used to torture you by fantasizing what those hands would feel like touching you. If heâd be rough or gentle. How lucky you are now to know reality is better than even your wildest fantasies.
From the other side of the table, where heâs twisting a bolt into place with a hydrospanner, Melshiâs eyes lift to meet yours. The sleeves of his uniform are rolled up, exposing pale skin rippling as his muscles tighten and slacken with every movement. You track the faint blue lines of veins along the tender flesh of his wrists, up his forearms, imagining you can follow them all the way to his heart. The whooshing of blood pumping in your ears is nearly loud enough to block out the ruckus of machinery sounds.Â
Nearly.
Melshiâs brow twitches, a blink-and-youâll-miss-it show of concern. An unspoken question only you hear. Whatâs wrong?Â
Other prisoners have described this place as hell, but you're not so sure. Hell is pain and anguish on an infinite loopâa fitting description to a T, except for one glaring exception. Narkina 5 has Melshi. So it canât be hell, you reckon, because Melshi is the best thing thatâs ever happened to you. Heâs your everything.
Nothing, absolutely nothing can compete with what you have within these walls. Fresh air, sunshine, the smell of the dirt after it rains. Youâd trade them all if it meant staying by his side.
You give the smallest shake of your head. Nothing. An even subtler quirk of an eyebrow. Thinking.
Thereâs more you could say. A whole book of dialogue exchanged in shrugs, facial tics, and flaring nostrils. Melshi would follow along with every nonexistent word.Â
But you donât need to say anything else. Melshi understands your silences too.
He winks, sly as a fox.Â
Back to work, little dreamer.
â
The view outside the window is the same above as it is below, dozens of skybridges full of men standing in lines with a single woman spotted here and there amongst them. You press your forehead against the glass, reminiscent of your childhood days on commercial flights. Behind you, Melshi stands alert, keeping an eye on Kino shouting orders further up ahead, ready to pull you back in line at a secondâs notice. He holds your hand, thumb absently rubbing circles.
For a moment, you contemplate stealing his attention. Look, Rue, youâd say, tapping at the window, gesturing to the gaps between the ugly facility where water pours down in torrents, breathtaking in its intensity. And Melshi would turn his head, dark eyes burning like a wildfire, and youâd forget the view immediately, discovering a far more beautiful sight.
But Kino opens his mouth again and youâre tugged back in line and the momentâs gone.Â
â
One morning, Ulaf gives you a scrutinizing look, his aged eyes dark and full of knowing, and says, âHeâs it for you, isnât he?â
The two of you walk side by side to the work ring, your turn to make sure he doesnât get pushed around by the other prisoners. Up ahead, Melshi looks back every other step, glaring at anyone who gets too close to you, softening when he catches you smiling.Â
âYes,â you say simply, feeling warm all over. âHe is.â
â
Youâve hit another milestone. Your sentence is now in the double digits. Itâs not the lowest on the level, that honor goes to Ulaf, but still, not everyone lasts this long. All the Table Five guys come up and pat you on the back when they hear. All of them, except for Melshi.
You get itâor you think you do, at least. Because your time together has felt like a bubble, a separate realm from the rest of the universe. This milestone is a ticking bomb threatening to destroy that.
This milestone is one step closer to a goodbye.
âItâs inevitable, dream. Our ending was written from the start,â Melshi says, and goes into his cell. Lights out is near. Youâre standing on the floor, arms crossed over your chest, loathing the tense points of his shoulder blades beneath the white and orange scrubs.
âDonât say that.âÂ
âWhy not? We both know itâs the truth.â
You stomp your foot and Melshi shoots you a look, squinting like he doesnât recognize you anymore. You meet his stare unflinchingly.
He turns away a beat later, sighing through his nose. âCâmon, get inside.â
And that should be the end of it. You should let go of your churning frustration and join him in bed. Both of you should just keep on pretending everythingâs fine, fall back smoothly into the same routines, and when your final shift comes youâll leave without hesitation, never looking back. Just like the woman who left before you and the woman who left before her.Â
Youâre not like those other women, though. Everyoneâs said soâyou still smile, still laugh. Still dream. So you remain motionless, even as the buzzer rings out and the floor lights blink.Â
âQuit fooling around, dream,â Melshi snaps, eyes darting between the floor and your face. His nostrils flare, mouth hard, but you know him better than anyone, see the cracks of worry behind his steely anger. âEither come here or get in your cell.â
Your eyes narrow.Â
âDream.â
The overhead bulbs switch off.
âDreamer.â His fear is blatant now, the whites of his eyes shining.Â
Heâs not the only anxious one. Inmates are leaning out of their cells all along the block, some shouting at you to move, others watching with bated breath for a possible show of sparks and your bloodcurdling wails. You can feel Kinoâs gaze drilling holes into you, and you know he knows nothing he says or does will influence you to move.
The only person who has that power is right in front of you.
Melshi.
The floor lights flicker their final warning.
Melshi, whoâs snatching you around the waist and hauling you off the floor, all but throwing you into the safety of his cell. Melshi, whoâs crowding you against the wall, grip harsh enough thereâs sure to be bruises in the morning. Melshi who doesnât want to say goodbye either.
âThere are no inevitabilities with us. All we can depend on is each other, Rue,â you say, tilting your head back to lock gazes. Heâs breathing harshly, chest heaving, but his eyes, oh his eyes are shining stars.
Defenses torn apart, emotions ripple across his face, one after the other like skipping stones. Anger, misery, panic, but underneath it all, what has your heart threatening to burst, is understanding. His right hand leaves your waist, seizing hold of your chin, forcing you to stay still. As if youâd rather be anywhere else.Â
âDonât you ever do something so reckless like that again,â he says through gritted teeth, accent bolstered by his turmoil. His thumb ghosts over your bottom lip then, belying his temper. âI wonât always be there to save you.â
You lean forward in his hold, and the mere fact that he lets you sink into his personal space, hands winding around his neck, is proof enough of his devotion.
Your lips hover centimeters away from his, noses brushing, and a teasing smirk curls at the corner of your mouth as you peer up at half-lidded eyes dark with desire.Â
âLiar.â
â
The scarlet beam of a welding laser scorches the tender skin of your knuckles. It isnât a severe burnâmerely a painful inconvenienceâbut Melshi frets over it the rest of the shift and even afterwards in the sanctity of your shared cell, cradling your hand in his with all the gentleness of handling a baby bird.Â
âYou need to stay focused, dreamer,â Melshi chastens, making a tsking sound with his tongue.
But youâve been christened your moniker for a reason. Mind frequently drifting into the clouds far, far above, envisioning alternate lives beyond your underwater cage, making a home somewhere even the Empire and all its corruption cannot touch.Â
You grin back at him. âI kind of like it actually. We match now.â
Melshi glances down at his scarred hand, almost like heâd forgotten the mark was there. Something dark passes over his face, a shadow of a triggered memory. A chapter of his life heâll never tell you about.
âJust donât make it a habit,â is all he says.
â
Itâs funny, in a way, how certain little elements of prison life start to feel comforting in their familiarness. A fresh set of scrubs every third day. Morning stretches with an ample variety of bedheads. Tagaâs signing lessons. The boom of Kinoâs voice. Flavorless mush in a tube. Feet padding along on chilled Tunqstoid tiles. The shrill whirs and whines of machinery. Melshiâs fingers trailing heat along your body, breaths and moans blurring together in the dark.Â
You wish you could reach out and bottle these moments, use them as painkillers on days when Table Five finishes last and the floor threatens to burn holes in the soles of your feet.
Jemboc nudges your arm with his, wondering where you drifted off to this time. You nudge him back, then shrug your shoulders. âNowhere far.â
â
The guards donât give two shits about what you and Melshi do after lights out. As long as you hold out your arm for a contraception injection at the start of each month and your âwomanly influenceâ continues keeping the men of Unit Five-Two-D coolheaded, they wonât even care if you fucked a different cock every night.Â
They donât need to care what happens to anybody dressed in white and orangeâtheyâre not paid to care, only to press a couple of buttons and announce ominous messages over the intercom throughout the day. And you hate it. Hate them and the entire Empire manipulating the galaxy like a giant puppet on a string.Â
But youâre also a selfish creature.Â
What you have with Melshi, your messy and beautiful bond, has not only been allowed to grow in this gaping blind spot, but flourish. Itâs like fate intertwined your paths. Like Narkina 5 was always in the cards from the get-go. And in the rare moments where Melshi looks at you with unbridled affection, that selfish part of you will sing joyously because this belongs to you, this is all you need to be happy. Nothing else.
The rest of the galaxy could burn to ashes.
â
You watch Melshi sleep, sometimes. Quiet, lower lip clenched between your teeth, not wanting to wake him up and lose the moment of indulgence.
You know what will happen if he catches you. Itâs happened twice before and panned out the exact same way. Heâll give you a bleary-eyed look once he sees you staring. Followed immediately by unintelligible grumbling and a hand pulling you forward, burying your face into the nook between his neck and collarbone. A wordless command to go to sleep.
Holding his hand in the waiting lines and blowing him in the dark for three years, Melshi doesnât mind at all. But watching him sleep, curled on his side with an arm slung over your waist, marveling at how much younger he looks while he dreams as the midnight hours tick byâthat triggers the transformation of your strong and hardened lover into someone shy and wrongfooted. It does something funny to your heart, even funnier to your mind.
Makes you wonder how different heâd be if youâd met Melshi outside of prison, what would stay the same. Would he bring you flowers on your first date? Would he whisper mine in your ear and hold you flush against his chest while thrusting deep inside you?
Perhaps thatâs the truth of why you keep watching Melshi sleep, to see glimpses of this alternate persona buried beneath the familiar layers.Â
You look up when fingers close around your wrist. And for a third time, you find yourself looking into the eyes of a stranger.
â
You first kissed Melshi on your 1,352th shift in the semi-privacy of the refresher, taking his face between your hands and smashing your mouths together.
It was all clashing teeth and needy tongues, and you tried to sink into the experience for all its worth, to let yourself be consumed entirely. But your heart pounded like a wrecking ball against your chest, and a voice in the back of your head screamed stop it! Heâll take advantage of you, for fuckâs sake!Â
The voice was momentarily drowned out by the wet heat of Melshiâs mouth, a teasing nip against your bottom lip, and a wave of pleasure rolled over you from head to toe, a dizzying and dearly missed sensation.
And then you forced yourself to pull away.
Melshi merely blinked at you, a little dazed looking, lips red and slightly swollen. Oh, MakerâŠ
âSorry,â you murmured, dragging your eyes away to look at a very interesting spot on the wall over his shoulder. âI-I wasnât thinking. I justââ
âLiar,â Melshi cut you off, not unkindly. He smirked at your affronted look. âYouâre always thinking, little dreamer.â
He wasnât wrong. Your mind was always thinking, planning, imagining, drifting, analyzing. Still, you huffed and crossed your arms over your stomach. Youâd rather he just reject you outright than continue exacerbating your discomfort.
âHow often?â
You arched an eyebrow. âHow often what?â
Melshi pinned you with a sharp look, like you were being purposefully difficult. He leaned closer then, and your breath caught as he brushed his fingertips over your temple, palm cradling your cheek. âHow often do I cross your mind?â
You let out a shuddered exhale. Youâd never been touched like that before. Touched like you were worth more than a quick fuck and a fake promise of calling again soon.Â
âMelshi,â you began only to be silenced by a thumb against your lips.
âRuescott.â
Something inside of you cracked wide open.
âRuescott,â you amended, voice barely above a murmur. His breath was hot against your cheeks, sending your thoughts into a whirlwind. âYouâŠâ
Maker, why was it so hard to focus?Â
You felt feverish all over. Every nerve ending ablaze. Melshiâs eyes never left yours. And he must have known. He must have.
âRuescott,â you raised a hand, tentatively resting it over his, grounding yourself in the physical contact, âyou never leave my mind.â
Something shifted in his gaze, a flicker of an emotion you couldnât identify, and then Melshi lunged, swallowing your startled yelp with his mouth, lips colliding.
The sudden fierce moment had you stumbling backwards against the wall, but Melshiâs hand was quicker, protecting your skull from the hit. And you, you didnât know if it were possible to pull him in any closer, hands fisted in the itchy fabric of his scrubs, his arousal grinding against your inner thigh, but fuck if you didnât make an attempt.Â
Seconds, minutes, hours laterâtime had no meaning anymore, you were drunk on the taste of himâMelshi was the one dragging himself away with a low groan. You made an attempt to chase after his lips, but his hold on your upper arms was impossible to squirm out of, fingers flexing warningly.
âNot here, dream,â he said before throwing a glance over his shoulder.Â
Awareness of your surroundings abruptly came screaming back to you.Â
Oh, shit, you thought, the heat in your core extinguished immediately. Kissing was one thing to be caught doing, but two inmates letting loose their combined pent up sexual frustration in a fit of raw, unbridled fucking was quite another.
âTonight,â he muttered, an oath sworn with another searing kiss. âTonight Iâm going to take care of you. Iâll fuck you so good every man on every level will know.â
You barely stifled the whimper in your throat. Insecurity bit at you, a parasite you couldnât squash on your own. âPromise, Rue? You wonât leave me high and dry?â
Or worse, wet and wanting.Â
âPromise,â was the instant response; no hesitation, no thinking. And then, quieter, infused with such bleeding sincerity you felt the words like individual blows: âIâll make you a second one, too. Youâll never have to worry about me leaving you.â
At the time you thought him romantic. Now you understand his real meaning: youâll never know a day apart from him because your sentence is shorter than his.Â
â
âI love you,â you whisper in the midnight hours. Melshi pulls you closer, lips pressing against the crown of your head. One of his hands rests on the back of your neck, fingertips gently rubbing at your pulsepoint.Â
âWhen IâŠâ he cuts himself off, and you can hear the quiver in his voice, the words catching in his throat. âWhen I dream about a life outside of here, youâre always there. Just you and me, somewhere warmâŠand...â
Thereâs a pause, a silence broken only by Melshiâs quiet exhale and faint snores from cells further down.Â
Your eyes sting, tears spilling down your cheeks. âAnd?â
âAnd weâre happy,â he says softly. âWeâre so fucking happy.â
â
Group showers provoke warring emotions twice a week without fail.Â
On one hand, itâs nice to feel clean after sweating through your shifts. (Do you wish it didnât require being tightly packed like sardines into a room with a bunch of unknown women and sprayed with frigid cold mist? Of course. But whoâs gonna listen to your complaints? Nobody, thatâs who.)Â Â
On the other hand, youâre separated from your group, from Melshi. And itâs like there are thorns digging into your backside the entire time, from the second youâre hustled away by a guard all too happy to leer at you while his hand rests pointedly on his zaprod to the moment youâre reunited with Unit Five-Two-D in the work room. Only when youâre back in their sight againâeach of your Table Five boys sweeping their eyes over you, looking for signs of harm, a single hair out of placeâyou feel like you can breathe easily again.Â
You were brought here to be a peacekeeper amongst the menânegotiate with them, befriend them, be their punching bag or fucktoy, the method doesnât matter so long as the conflict is settledâand on other levels youâd be expected to fulfill your duty to the utmost degree, but not here. Not here where Kinoâs word is law and the men will suffer worse than a broken hand if theyâre inappropriate with you.Â
Inmates arenât supposed to think of themselves as lucky, not on Narkina 5 of all places, but you do.
To the guards, youâre a sacrificial lamb in a den of lions. Rumors say more women leave in body bags than by walking. But they have it all wrong in your case. You arenât a lamb and the men arenât lions.Â
You are a wolf, and they are your pack.
â
The odds are in Table Fiveâs favor today, resulting in a first place victory and flavored food waiting for you all in your cells. Between swallows the men banter and roughhouse like rowdy schoolboys, Xaul telling a crude joke about shaved banthas that makes you laugh so hard your ribs ache. Even Kino cracks a smile.
You lean back against Melshiâs chest, head tucked beneath his chin. Lucky, you think again, committing every detail to memory.
And you donât know it yetânobody does, not even the guardsâbut this is the last good day youâll have at Narkina 5.Â
Tomorrow, everything will change.
â
You wake up to shouts ricocheting off the walls, nearly falling off the cot out of alarm if not for Melshiâs fast reflexes. The morning buzzer hasnât rung yet, floor still electric, but the whole block is an enraged swarm, an overwhelming cacophony of cursing and bellowing. Even more worrying, Kino wonât make eye contact when you look to him for answers.
And then you see it.
Melshiâs number has increased.
Thereâs a loaded moment where you canât believe what youâre seeing. You tap at the screen with trembling fingers, thinking itâs a glitch, it has to be, because if itâs not then that meansâOh, Maker, you canât even finish the thoughtâbut the number doesnât change, doesnât flicker. Your insistent taps become slaps, palms aching, and you donât realize youâve joined in the shouting until Melshiâs pulling you backwards with an arm around your stomach.
âItâs not just me. Everybodyâs tabs have gone up. Even yours, dreamer,â Melshi says hoarsely, holding you up when your knees go numb, sobs wracking your body.
âWhy?â you whimper, shaking your head. âI didnât do anything wrong, Rue. We didnât do anything wrong.â
Through your tears, Melshiâs eyes hold more worry than youâve ever seen, and you canât stand it. You want him to reassure you, to tell you thereâs been a mistake and everything will be okay.
He doesnât. Instead, even worse, his arms tighten around you and he says nothing.Â
Not one word.
â
Later, youâll learn there was an attack on one of the Empireâs garrisons (a suspected rebellion strike, but you, along with at least half of Five-Two-Dâs men, are still on the fence whether these so-called rebels even exist or not).Â
Later, youâll learn the Empire invoked the Public Order Resentencing Directive as a result. The reason why everyoneâs numbers spiked overnight without warning. The reason why slight mishaps previously disciplined with a verbal dressing down are now punished with a zaprod to the gut, spine, headâwherever the guards think will hurt the longest.Â
Later, Melshi will rub your back while you empty your stomach contents into the refresher, the sight of blood gushing from Hamâs busted and charred nose seared into your brain.
Thereâs tension in the air, every day intensifying a little more, squeezing your neck just a little bit tighter. There are nights where Melshi paces the length of the cell, fists clenched at his sides, and mornings where Ulaf can barely stand from his cot, gritting his teeth against the aches and pains of a weathered body pushed to its limits.Â
You were brought here to be a peacekeeper. But thereâs nothing you can do to quell this amount of rage. A rage you feel simmering beneath your own skin.Â
There is a bomb in the heart of Narkina 5, ignored by the guards who shield themselves behind their electric floors and weapons. But what the fools fail to realize is itâs not a question of if this bomb will go off.
Itâs a matter of when.
â
âWeâre never getting out of here,â you whisper, pressed against the cot.
âDonât talk like that. Not you, little dreamer,â Melshi scolds, breathing against your neck, and you fall silent, shuddering with every touch, teeth sinking into the meat of his shoulder to muffle your moans.
In the morning youâll trace the bite mark with your fingertips, thinking that the thin line between animal and human has never looked blurrier.
â
You first notice Tressâ twitchiness during the third hour of your shift. Eyes just a bit too wide, gnawing at his lip like heâll receive a reward if it bleeds. Panic attacks happen from time to time, but usually to newbies who havenât adapted to the routine yet. Not to longtimers like Tress.
He gets worse with each passing hour, dropping his tools, practically vibrating with an abundance of nervous energy. Youâre not the only one whoâs alarmed by his strange behavior now. Melshi casts subtle glances in Tressâ direction after every finished droid piece, while Kino stares him down like heâs ready to tackle him in the next breath if Tress does something remotely dangerous.
You lose track of him when everyone lines up to return to the sleep block. No matter how much you twist and crane your neck in either direction, you canât spot a single glimpse of his blonde curls. Melshi squeezes your hand, and to everyone else he appears indifferent, staring straight ahead while waiting for Kino to give the order to keep walking, but you see the pinch between his eyebrows immediately. Heâs just as concerned as you are.
Passing him safely in his cell has you breathing a quiet sigh of relief. Still, you canât quite bring yourself to fully relax, a sense of impending dread lingering in your bones. You donât say much during dinner, just sit on the floor of your cell next to Melshi, half-listening to his conversation with Tagaâsomething about a new guard on the third level nearly frying a man to death accidentallyâand half-keeping an eye on Tress who looks only marginally less weasley-looking than he did earlier. Marginally.
âSleep, little dreamer,â Melshi tells you later on in the night, pausing your tossing and turning. His eyes are closed when you look at him, but you can tell by his wrinkled brow heâs hanging onto consciousness by a mere thread. You donât understand how heâs able to sleep. Doesnât he feel the wrongness? Like the walls are closing in, stealing the roomâs oxygen?
Your mouth opens to ask him just that, but the agonized wail that pierces the silence doesnât belong to you.
And you know, even before youâve slid off the cot, before you see the body lying motionless on the floor at the end of the hall, that Tress is gone.Â
â
The next day, a new inmate named Keef Girgo arrives.
And little do any of you know, heâs going to bring Narkina 5 to its knees.
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Synopsis: Bored out of your mind, you sign up on this random dating-cum-finding online friends site named "Oceans Apart", which lets you find people, based on the answers you fill up in the provided questionnaire. The major red flag about the app is you cannot post or see photo or video-content, but it let's you have an audio connection once you have talked for a certain time with the one you've matched. You throw all red flags down the drain when you get matched with a certain someone with the username @/iris.eyes, and an inexplicable feeling to give him your all overtakes you. How far are you willing to take this?
Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader (College AU with no quirks)
Contents/warning: aged-up characters, Hitoshi is a year older than reader, female anatomy of reader is implied, mentions of sex, cursing, masturbation
Word count: 2.3k
~ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT ~
"Oh, I'm so done with this!" you flipped the book shut, slumping back on the chair. The semester exams were in a week, and all you had been doing was studying for it since the past two months.
"Y/N, you cannot give up now!" Ochaco spoke up, slightly concerned. "You had worked so hard for the exams!"
"Oh, all she needs is some distraction to un-fuck her mind, you know," Mina quipped, taking out yet another joint from her cigarette case. "Would you want one?" she offered it to you. You contemplated for a while, chewing your lower lip before shaking your head a no.
"Suit yourself then. See ya later," Mina skipped back to the balcony of your shared rented apartment. You sighed. If you were being completely honest, you wanted to try smoking one. Let's wait for that till the exams end, you thought, before picking up your phone, hoping to unwind before starting to cram again.
As you scrolled down your Instagram, an advertisement caught your eye. Oceans Apart, the title reads, and as you browsed through it's contents, you realised it's one of those 'people-connecting' sites where one can date or find friends from anywhere around the world. You clicked on it, slightly inquisitive. It's not like I am in a relationship or some, you thought, as the welcome page glowed on your screen. Moreover you were inquisitive about how the app would actually work, especially since it says there will be no photo or video content.
"This is a mistake," you grumbled out aloud, sitting on your bed, hunched upon your phone's screen. It had been fifteen minutes since you've been setting up your profile in the app, after dinner, and it's not yet complete. Not your fault that the app had to have the most thought-provoking questions. It would've been a lot interesting if you didn't want to jumpstart already.
First, the username. Something that reflects me, you thought, as you set it to '@/weird.shit'. "So unoriginal," you scoffed to yourself, before continuing to answer the questions. Finally when you were done, you had let out a sigh of relief. You spent a few more minutes scrolling through the suggestions, swiping right to a few after reading their bios. When you felt the sleep finally hitting you, switching off the phone, you kept it upon the nightstand. Probably will be bored of this thing by tomorrow, you thought before drifting to sleep.
"Holy shit, show me your profile! I'll make one too; the concept's so dope!" Mina squealed upon hearing about this unusual app the next morning, as all of you sat together around the common study table for the coffee. You passed your phone to her, warning her jokingly not to change anything, as she browsed through your profile. "This app; it is a big red flag," you continue, while drinking your coffee. "Yes, the concept's unique and shit, but it leaves so much room for frauds."
"Y/NNNN! You got three matches and two requests, didn't you even check or some?" Mina shoved the phone back to your face. "Did you even hear what I said just now, Mina?" You laughed, as you saw her wink in your direction, before sprinting to the kitchen to add more sugar in her cup. This woman has too much energy at this ungodly hour of the morning, you chuckled to yourself.
You looked at your matches, and felt a sudden wave of disinterest washed over you. Nights do that to you, make you lose of all rational thoughts. You decided to not text either of them, as you looked at the two requests you got. Still disinterested, you deleted them, as Ochaco looked at you from the rim of her cup while drinking the coffee.
"So, um, you want to date?" she timidly asked, and you sighed. "I don't know, just seeing where this takes me," and she nodded understandably. "Yeah, yeah. You'll do fine, trust me," she looked at you, straight in the eyes. "In everything. You'll do great."
It was almost mid-day, when a notification popped up from the app. You looked up from your book, and clicked open your phone which showed that you've been matched with someone again. You clicked it, as it took you to their profile page.
@/iris.eyes. Hmm, only a year older than you.
"He/him, pissed off. Psych major, last year. Cat person. Do you like peonies? I fucken love them"
How much can I person like a flower to incorporate it in their bio, you snorted a bit amused. You decided to drop in a text, asking something about peonies. Moments later, he texted back, with a link, geeking about the flower. You smiled, almost interested in this person. Another weird shit like me maybe, you thought to yourself.
By the evening, you guys had talked about stuff, and mutually decided to not give up names. Not just yet. You had told each other about regular stuff, your favourite artists, known about each other's majors, and were just delving into the subject of past relationships. Mina and Uraraka saw in surprised amusement and slight horror, respectively, as you gobbled down your dinner, and rushed to your room, wanting to keep chatting with this person.
"Go girllll!" Mina cheered you on, as you hurriedly washed your hands, tossing a big, cheesy grin in her direction. Ochaco looked at you, and asked Mina, "do you think it'll be alright?" Mina laughed it off, saying, "Uh Ocha, chill. It'll be alright. Now you tell me, how's your and Midoriya's ship coming along?" Ochako sputtered, trying to completely evade the question, and spared a glance at your figure closing the door of your room. She hoped you'd be alright.
You flopped on your bed after shutting off the lights, absolutely engrossed in chatting with the peony guy. You both had been at it, since the afternoon, and something was blossoming within you. You actually started feeling giddy at the thought that some day, you'd be able to meet him. While your usual composed self was never obsessed with people in such rushed manner, there was an aura to 'iris eyes' that you could not place a finger upon, but could feel yourself slowly immersing into it.
@/iris.eyes: what was your previous partner like?
@/weird.shit: so and so. nice but fucked up real bad later. what about you?
@/iris.eyes: never had one. gave up on finding one irl
@/weird.shit: huh, you didn't even try i bet. are your eyes really violet?
@/iris.eyes: yeah
@/weird.shit: and you're telling me you didn't have any luck with women and men alike? Huh
A soft ding interrupted your texting as you peered into your screen. You were now eligible for voice calls.
@/iris.eyes: do you wanna talk in a call
You looked at the message, gears churning in thought. Is this moving on too fast? Why are you feeling so attached already? You typed a 'yeah', almost afraid of what your actions would bring you to. As soon as he read it, your phone started to buzz, indicating a call. You timidly pressed accept, and gingerly placed it on your ear.
"Hello," a deep voice greeted you from the other side. The voice. You got a sudden rush throughout your body, as your face suddenly felt very warm. "Hello there," you squeaked out, in return. "Hey, um, so let's continue on where we stopped, yeah?" He asked, his loud voice almost boring a hole in your mind. After you managed a "yes, please continue", he started talking something about his high school when he tried to date a girl, but your head was swimming somewhere else. Initially you placed a few 'hmm's and 'yeah's and 'really's tactfully, but as he spoke, you could feeling yourself warming up. His gravelly voice seemed so close to you, as he talked on the phone, and you left out a small sigh, imagining what he could look like. Maybe a tall-ish guy, black nail polish, and soft kisses. Veiny hands, with rough palms, his voice was hypnotic. Even before you knew it, your hand was skimming on your stomach lightly, as you closed your eyes shut, imagining it to be his touch.
His voice worked like such a charm, as your fingers brushed over your clothed pussy, a feeling of excitement coursing through your body. Your hand grabbed your thigh, slowly parting your legs, and you imagined him kissing your plush thighs, mumbling on your skin words you can get drunk upon. He was still speaking something about the dating incident, and although you wanted so hard to concentrate on his words, all you could do was revel in the way he sounded, and your hand dipped underneath your panties, fingers touching the already sensitive clit. You were so wet, and as you slowly fingered yourself, the squelch of the wetness seemed to echo in your otherwise silent room. It was uncanny on how this guy had you wrapped around his finger, without giving up an iota of his identity. You let out another soft whimper, almost forgetting that he was still on line.
"and then, I did say... Hey. Hey there." His sudden calling you out broke you out of your trance as you snatched out your pants, and hurried to reply.
"Yeah, yes, I'm here. I'm sorry, I'm listening," you apologised, almost stumbling over your words, face flushing ever warmer. This is so embarrassing, not to mention, creepy.
There was a moment of silence, before he asked, "Were you... touching yourself?" You could feel your heart thump against your cheek where you held the phone. Your silence only spoke volumes. He did not really sound offended, did he?
"Were you touching yourself? Tell me, kitten. I heard your whimper, you know." Was it you or did his voice seemed to turned even heavier as he drawled on the pet name?
"Ye-yes," your voice shook, hands slowly sneaking inside your pants, and fingers ghosting upon the raw clit with an almost non-existent touch.
"Does my voice turn you on?" you could hear sheets shifting from his side, and it only worked to quell your embarrassment into arousal even more.
"Yes, it does," it were the only full words you had spoken during the entire call, till now.
"Good kitten, keep doing then," he cooed, his voice urging you to continue your actions. "But," he continued, "don't you need a name to moan out?" You let out a small sigh at that. "I, for one, would love to hear my name in that pretty voice of yours," he spoke, clearly with relishing the moment.
"Yes, yes, your name, oh God, your-"
"Hitoshi. Hitoshi Shinsou. What's yours, love?"
"Y-Y/N S/N. Oh, Hitoshi," you moaned out, plunging a finger into your pussy. The sounds somehow sounded even more crude now, that you knew his name. Hitoshi. Seems like a name made for you to chant like a prayer every night. A sane part of you was screaming that you just started texting this guy, and yet, your body was hearing none of it. You could only pay attention to the small grunts from the other side, as he groaned your name.
"Oh kitty, you're doing so great. Fuck yourself nice, I'll make you feel so much better when we meet, I promise," Hitoshi grunted, very apparent that he was pleasuring himself too.
"Hi-hitoshi," you took a sharp intake of breath, the motion of your hands growing even impatient, as you tried to imagine his hands grabbing your breasts and squeezing your waist. Your wrist was paining from pleasuring yourself for so long, but all you could focus on was his voice urging you to keep doing it, on how he'd fuck you hard and slow, drawing out every delicious moan your pretty little mouth could ever make. Your body shivered in anticipation as you could feel your high very near.
"Ohh, 'Toshi, I'm close!" You gasped, as your fingers moved in and out of your clenching walls. You licked your lips, closing your eyes as you rubbed your fingers against the walls of your pussy, not quite reaching the G-spot, but having you jerk your legs due to the building please.
"Cum for me." There was no pet name, no cooing, just a pure, powerful command of wanting to make you come undone. And you did; back arching and toes curling in pressure and you continued rubbing your clit to overstimulate yourself and draw on the moment. You couldn't help the moans that came out of you incessantly and for the moment, you forgot that you shared the apartment with two other people. You could hear his grunts, along with your sharp breaths, as you felt your heartbeat slowly calm down. He groaned for a few more moments, a pure treat to your eyes as you listened to him grow even louder, indicating that he had finally cum, before falling silent, with only the sounds of breathing in the background. As the dopamine ceased, you felt this irrepressible urge to curl up to a warm body beside you.
"Wish you were here," you sighed, even before you could process what you were saying.
"Oh Y/N, same," he sighed, clearly content. "I want to kiss you so bad. Can we talk for a few more minutes before we log off?"
"Yes, I would love it," you replied, as you bit your lower lip, reveling in the feeling of your high, a smile forming on your lips.
"Yeah, I want to see if you'd be up for a round two, in a little while," he chuckled good-naturedly, as you let out a small laugh along with him, instantly feeling your pussy clench. Oh, what was becoming of you?
Oceans Apart wasn't that bad after all.
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part two
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Seven Days ~ Chapter Eleven
Seven Days -Â Modern Tolkien AU
Firefighter Frerin Durin died in a fire set deliberately. But after he helps his brother, Thorin find happiness, Frerin is offered a second chance. He has to prove himself worthy by righting the one major wrong in his life. Otherwise, history will repeat and he will die for good this time. The catch? He has seven days in which to do this and isnât even certain what his major wrong is.
At least, he doesnât know for long.Â
Syd Prescott has known Frerin since high school. She spent one night with him and then he vanished from her life. Now, he claims he wants to make it up to her, to right was he realizes was his major wrong. But can she trust him? And can he prove to her that she can before itâs too late?Â
A/N - This story is the sequel to Miss Fortune, but is a stand alone story.Â
Summary: Syd has comes face to face with LisaâŠ
Pairing: Modern!Frerin x OFC Syd Prescott
Characters: Frerin, Syd, Lisa Miller
Warnings: None
Rating: T
Word Count: 2,574Â
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Darcyâs wasn't quite as crowded at it had been the other night, and Frerin smiled at the bank of empty pool tables. âWhat do you want to drink?â
âA soda is fine.â
âYou sure? Itâs five oâclock somewhere.â
âYeah, Iâm sure.â
âOkay. Coke it is.â He leaned over and brushed her lips with his, then said, âGo claim a table and Iâll be right back.â
He watched her cross the taproom to the alcove where to pool tables were. He couldnât help it. Â She wore her jeans and a Cranford Falls Fire Department hoodie of his and he couldn't take his eyes off her. She was hot as fuck and he was not blind. Then, he went up to the bar and order a Coke for her, a Sam Adams Winter Lager for himself and then joined her back at the tables. Sheâd already racked the balls and smiled as she handed him a cue.Â
âFeeling confident, are you?â
She chuckled. âNot at all. But I fake it real well.â
âYouâre not a half-bad player, Syd. You just try to force it. You canât. Like I told you the last time, use physics. Science is your friend.â He set his beer on the high top table and handed her the soda. âYou want to break?â
âNot especially.â
He grinned, reaching over to slip his arm about her waist. He couldnât help himself. If she could reach her, he wanted to touch her. It was that simple. âSydâŠâ
âOkay, okay,â she sighed, bringing the glass to her lips for a sip. âYou win. Iâll break.â
âGood.â He winked and stepped back to reach for his beer while she took her cue, chalked it, and then studied the table for a minute. Then, she bent, brought the cue back, and took her shot.
Clack! The cue hit the cue ball full on and the balls split into all different directions. Two solidsâthe two and the sevenârolled into opposite corners pockets and he bit back a grin as Syd looked up and said, âSolids, I guess?â
âGo for it.â
This time, it was her turn to wink and as she did, heat swept through him. Christ, everything about her turned him on. It didn't matter that theyâd only gotten out of bed a little over an hour earlier. It didn't matter how many times they were together, it only made him want her more.Â
She moved to take aim at the one ball, then paused to shove up the sleeves of the navy blue hoodie heâd loaned her. It was, of course, far too big on her and the cuffs were probably too stretched out from behind pushed over his own forearms on a regular basis. Still, he didn't care if she ever gave it back, as long as she promised to keep wearing it.Â
The one hit the bumper, then rolled back to clack softly against the ten ball. He reached for the chalk cube. âYouâre hitting with more confidence.â
âIâm more comfortable now,â she told him, coming around to where he stood. âI was a little nervous the last time we were here.â
âWhy?â
âYou.â
âMe? I made you nervous?â
âA little, yeah.â
He chuckled. âHoney, youâre perfectly safe with me.â
âFrerin, no woman is safe with you.â
âSure they are.â He looked over the table to see which shot he could probably make. âWhy did I make you nervous?â
âAre you serious?â
âYeah, Iâm serious. I mean, were you nervous in the Iâm afraid heâll jump on me the moment weâre alone way or the oh my God, this Adonis makes me so weak in the knees Iâm afraid Iâll do something crazy like agree to run away with him way?â
âFrerin!â
He laughed as she rolled her eyes. âOr am I way off?â
âYou couldn't be more off if you tried.âÂ
He honed in on the ten ball. âThen what was it?â
âI donât know, you just made me nervous.â
He stretched for the shot, drew the cue back, and knocked the ten ball in the middle pocket. âAh, but the important this is, do I make you nervous now?â
âNo. Not anymore.â
âGood.â He winked, and with his cue, gestured at the fifteen ball. âCorner pocket.â
âGo for it.â
He took the shot, knocked the ball into the pocket, and the moved around to her side. âTwelve, side pocket.â
As he bent, her hand came down to curve against his ass and he chuckled. âThatâs cheating, honey. Distracting me like that isnât allowed.â
âI canât help it,â she told him pertly, giving his cheek a squeeze. âYou have a nice ass.â
A sigh bubbled to his lips as she squeezed him again and his blood warmed and threatened to change direction. âEasy, honey, weâre in public.â
He straightened up and turned toward her, smiling down as she said, âI know, but I didn't think youâd mind all that much.â
âYou touching me? Never. In fact I thââ
âWell, look whoâs here.â
Frerinâs gut kinked at the soft, very familiar purring voice coming up behind him and he bit back a swear as Lisa came into the alcove. She smiled, tossing her hair over one shoulder. âI thought you only came out at night, Frerin?â
âWhy? Iâm not a vampire,â he replied evenly, reaching for his beer for a much-needed sip.Â
âOh, hello there,â Lisa directed this at Syd, as if sheâd just noticed her standing there with him. âWhoâre you?â
Frerin draped his arm about Sydâs shoulders. âSyd, this is Lisa Miller. Lisa, Syd Prescott.â
Lisaâs eyes widened, then offered up a half-smile and a syrupy-sweet, âItâs nice to meet you⊠SydâŠâ
Syd returned the smile. âItâs nice to meet you, too.â
âSo,â Lisa looked from her to him, âare you two like, on a date?â
âYeah, sheâs getting ready to kick my ass in pool,â he replied, his fingers tightening on Sydâs shoulder.Â
âWell, I wonât keep you. Have fun.â She started to walk away, but then stopped and his gut kinked at the glint in her eye as she added, âBy the way, Frer, do you still have that bag with my lingerie in it? Iâve looked everywhere for it and I think I might have left it in your closet.â
âNo, I donât have it. Iâm pretty sure I gave you back everything that was yours.â
âThatâs so weird, because I just canât find it anywhere.â Lisa smiled as she looked right at Syd and Frerin felt sick as she added, âIâve never seen a man go so crazy for a garter belt, thigh highs and nothing else. So, if you want to keep him happyâŠâ
Sydâs jaw tightened but her smile remained firmly in place. âIâll take that under advisement, but, really, I think Iâve got it.â
âGood. Oh, and watch out for the bunker bunnies. You never know when one willââ
âI think weâre done here,â Frerin growled, irritation flaring in his gut. âSo, if you donât mind, I think Iâd rather justââ
âIâm just looking out for her, Frerin, thatâs all.â She looked from him to Syd once more. âSheâs not stupid. She knows women are drawn to firemen and Iâd hate to see her walk in on something she isnât expecting.â
âThatâs not going to be a problem,â he replied, his jaw aching from how tightly he clenched it. âSince I donât cheat on my girlfriends. And I think you know that. It wasn't me who cheated with the prick from Engine Seven, was it?â
A hint of color swept across her cheekbones and her smug smile faded. âWell, anyway, nice to meet you, Syd. I hope you and Frerin are very happy together.â
âIâm sure we will be,â Syd replied tersely.Â
For a moment, Lisa pursed her lips as if about to say something else, but she must have thought better of it for she said, âExcuse me, then,â and turned to make a beeline for the bar.Â
He sighed softly as he glanced down at Syd. âIâm sorry, Syd⊠I donât really even know what to say.â
âThereâs nothing you need to say,â she told him, turned back to the table to set her cue across it. âBut, if itâs all the same, I donât really feel like shooting pool any more.â
âYeah, we can go if you want.â
She nodded. âI do, yes.â
âOkay. Sure.â He took both cues to hang on their rack on the wall, and as he turned and caught sight of Lisa on a barstool, she looked over and her smug-ass smile was enough to make him want to vomit. She knew exactly what she was doing and she knew there was damn little he could do about it, either.Â
He bit back his irritation as he held Sydâs coat for her, then shrugged into his own jacket, and as they made their way out into the cold, she remained silent. He reached out to slip his arm about her shoulders, and waited for her to pull away. But, instead, to his relief, she sighed softly and eased her arm about his waist and leaned her head against him.Â
âIâm sorry about that,â he said, leaning slightly to press a kiss into the top of her head.Â
âYou did nothing to apologize for, Frerin,â she told him as they reached his Jeep. The wind picked up, blowing her hair about her face as she pulled away to turn toward him. Running her fingers through it to draw it away from her, she said, âAnd sheâs kind of a bitch, so thereâs that.â
âYeah. I know, but stillâŠâ He stepped closer, and as the wind blew her hair across her face once more, this time he drew it away. âAnd you really donât have to worry about any bunker bunnies. They never were my thing.â
âI donât even know what that is.â
âItâs what we call the women who haunt firehouses in the hopes of screwing a firefighter. Theyâre like badge bunnies, who chase cops. Ask Thorin about them.â
âWonderful.â
âYou donât have anything to worry about. I promise you, you donât.â
She sighed softly, leaning up against the passenger door as she looked back at Darcyâs. He tucked the lock of auburn heâd swept back from her face behind her ear and then lightly traced the tip of his index finger along her cheek. âSyd?â
âYeah?â
She looked up at him again and as her eyes met his, for a moment, he forgot how to breathe. He just gazed down at her, and then with a slight hesitation, as if doing it for the first time, bent and pressed his lips to hers.Â
She laid a hand along his cheek, then slid it over his jaw, along his neck, her fingers sweeping lightly along the back of it to make him shiver against her. She pulled back just enough to whisper, âTicklish, are you?â
âJust a little, right there,â he whispered back.Â
The wind kicked up, slicing through him, making her suck in a sharp breath, and he chuckled as he whispered, âWe should get in the car before we both freeze.â
âMmmâŠ.â She tugged him back to her and this time, he let his hand come to rest on the curve of her waist, beneath her coat. Heat sank into his palm from her body, traveled up his arm to swirl through his entire body. Without thinking, he leaned into her, came flush against her, and as his hips made contact with her, he tensed, grinning when she pulled back abruptly. âFrerin!â
âWhat?â
âHere?â
âNo, not here.â He brushed her lips with a light, playful kiss. âBut when we get back home? Definitely.â
The room was dark, casting long shadows on the walls from the lone nightlight in the hallway bathroom.Â
âWhatâs on your mind?â Frerin murmured, cradling her against his chest, his fingers moving lightly along her hair.
âNot much.â She let her eyes close as his fingers skimmed down her shoulder and along her arm now. The last twenty-four hours had been better than anything she could have ever dreamed and she hated to see the time going by so quickly. The only thing that dimmed everything was Lisa.Â
Which was silly, really. She and Frerin were no longer a couple and Syd certainly wasnât naive enough to be shocked to come face to face with the woman who came before her. It was just that⊠well⊠she hadnât expected Lisa to be so absolutely perfect.
And that was equally stupid. Frerin was a gorgeous manâhandsome face, amazing body, he was charming and funny and had a way of making a girl feel like the center of his universe. Of course his ex would be stunning. Stunning and blonde and all legs and tiny waist and huge boobs andâ
In short, everything she, Syd, was not.Â
Ugh. Why did she do this to herself?
While she knew Frerin had of course had other lovers before her, it was something altogether different to actually come face to face with one. After seeing Lisa for herself, Syd couldn't help but wonder how he would be the least bit attracted to her. It was like going from a Ferrari to a sensible four-door sedan with child locks and LATCH anchors.Â
And yet⊠there he was, tugging her flush against him as they snuggled beneath the warm blankets while snow swirled once more past the window. He was there with her. So, why had running into Lisa rattled her so badly?
âSyd?â
âIâm just sleepy, is all.â
He trailed his fingers along her arm, over her hand, linked his with hers and gave a gentle squeeze. âSyd.â
âWhat?â
âWhatâs bothering you?â
âNothing. Iâm very comfortable right now.â
âYeah, me, too.âÂ
She carefully eased onto her back to gaze up at him in the soft light from that nightlight. His eyes were pale, heavy-lidded, his dark hair mussed from her frenzied fingers not too long ago.Â
He propped his head on his fist. âYouâre staring at me.â
âYouâre cute.â
âIâm cute?â
âYeah, thereâs a reason bunker bunnies are a thing, you know. Firemen are cute.â
âItâs the uniform.â
âYouâre not wearing one now.â
âOkay, I am cute.â
âYou really are.â Her smile faded as his expression grew serious. âWhatâs the matter, Frerin? You look like someone just walked over your grave, as my gram would say.â
He shook his head. âItâs nothing, honey. Just⊠I feel likeâŠâ
His voice trailed off and she waited for him to continue, but he just shook his head. âItâs stupid.â
âFrerin.â
âIt is and I donât want to ruin my image by going all soft right now.â
âSoft is okay right now,â she told him. âNo one else is here. No one else but me will ever know. And I promise I wonât ever tell.â
âSyd,â he drew in a deep breath, âIâm happy. For the first time in a very long time. And like I said earlier, I donât want to see any other women. I justâI think weâI hope you donât want to see any other guys, either.â
âFrerin.â
âYeah?â
She smiled, easing her arm about his neck to pull him to her. âI donât want to see any other guys.â
âYeah?â
âYeah.â
A devilish grin played at his lips. âIâll make it worth your while, baby. I promise.â
#Gerard Butler#Frerin Durin#Richard Armitage#The Hobbit#Thorin Oakenshield#Hobbit Fic#Hobbit Fanfic#Fan fiction#The Hobbit fan fiction#Frerin x OC#AU#Frerin Fic#Is it hot in here?#Romance#Modern AU
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hiii <3 can i request â
canis major! - send me a character + a concept -> i will write some headcanons about it! where richard cameron starts dating charlie's childhood bestfriend?
like at first she's literally flirting with cam all the time but he ignores it bc he thinks she's joking. but eventually he falls for her & (even cam's kind of scared) they tell the other poets about the relationship.
I WOULD RLLY LOVE IT <33
omg that's long hope you don't mind. i need to write a fic about it asap. au where welton has boys and girls!! also first time i write something for cam so i need time to get his character, it might not be extremely accurate!!
no one knows how it happens but they all find it really funny.
no one expected it.
you just had to look at how it started.
you were loud and reckless and he was rolling his eyes at you, sighing.
that wasn't so surprising since you were charlie's childhood best friend and ended up having almost the same personality.
when charlie told you about cameron you just thought he was a boring bootlicker who was going to ruin a part of your best friend's year by sharing the same room.
but when you first met him, you found him more funny than anything else.
when he led his stare on you, his eyes widened and his eyebrow raised. he immediately looked at charlie, why did he bring a girl to a dead poets meeting?
so you just had to tease him, you couldn't help it
you would send him winks across the room
always telling him cheesy compliments
you just loved the way his eyebrows would furrow as he froze.
he didn't like it, he thought you were like charlie and were making fun of him.
if only he knew you thought that was the only way you could get his attention
but cameron couldn't ignore the way he would feel his entire face heating up and the weird knot in his stomach
he couldn't tell anyone though, that would be so embarrassing.
and it hurts a bit to be made fun of by the person you love so he tries his best to ignore it but you don't stop
but pitts eventually finds it and tells cameron to tell you because he "knows" you like him
cam refuses.
one day, he was in a bad mood and you didn't stop flirting and teasing
at a moment he just snapped at you "what do you want?"
you never saw him really mad and you didn't like it
he told you he had enough of you making fun of him but you're confused, you thought he understood.
you then remember something pitts told you, he didn't explicitly tell you but let you understand cameron didn't like you like he liked the others.
so you smiled "Don't you get anything?"
his eyebrows furrowed, even when he's angry all you find to do is irritate him?
he was about to speak when your hand reached for his cheek, tilting his head down and you kissed his lips gently.
he just froze, blushing like he never did
you pulled away, scared it was too much since he didn't kiss you back
"I-I'm sorry. I-I thought" that was so embarrassing.
you were about to walk away when he grabbed your hand and pulled you in a loving kiss
you kissed him back obv
"So you like me huh?"
"Shut up" he said before kissing you again
later, when you have like an open-heart discussion you both decided you wouldn't tell anyone
even though pitts finds out
you waited a few weeks to see how things would go between the two of you
but one day you feel it. it's the day.
you wait for everyone to be gathered in one of the boy's rooms for a study session
you carefully take his hand in yours and you can feel him tense up
pitts looks at you with the biggest smile ever. proud dad asf
the boys feel something was up
you finally tell them
neil groans, knowing he now owns 5 dollars to todd
meeks smiles, he's so happy
knox doesn't get anything
charlie is so confused. never in a million years, he saw that coming
he had to admit he feels a little betrayed
it's a little complicated between the two of you for a few days
but he understands when he found you in his shared with cameron dorm.
you didn't seem to be fine and cam was there holding you and reassuring you
charlie didn't think cam was the type of person caring. he didn't even though he would get a girlfriend, keeping his head in his textbooks.
you both saw charlie was in the room and you quickly wiped your tears and stood up, ready to leave the dorm.
but charlie stops you and tells you it's fine for you and cameron
you are actually so happy, you couldn't afford to choose between your childhood best friend and your boyfriend
in the end, charlie just ends up teasing both of you (especially cameron) and cameron hates it but it's okay because he loves you <3
oh yeah also you keep teasing him ofc but he knows how to answer back now ;)
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Mister Hockey Ch.10
Pairing: College!Hockey!Bucky x reader
Chapter 10Â Â Â Â Â Series Masterlist
Summary: Bucky Barnes is the biggest playboy on campus. Heâs got the looks, charm, and high hockey player status. He can have any girl he wants, except you. And for some reason, youâre the only one he wants. Hockey AU!
Warnings: None
A/n: Sorry it took so long!
âI think weâve got everything. A buttload of pillows and blankets? Check. Junk food. Double check. An amazing line up of movies. Heck yeah.â Bucky said as he brought out an assortment of food to the living room.
      âYou sure you should be having a bunch of junk food? Donât hockey players have a diet or something?â You questioned.
      He rubbed the back of his neck. âWell, yes, but Iâm not technically practicing with everyone else. Also, weâre having a Lord of the Rings and Hobbit night, and Iâve been waiting to crack out this elven bread I made.â
      You eyed the man in front of you. âYou made elven bread? You are such a dork.â
      Bucky huffed and crossed his arms dramatically. âYou donât have to eat it. And Iâm a major dork. No oneâs dorkier than me when it comes to this stuff.â
      âHey,â You raised your hands. âDorks are cute.â
      Red blossomed on his cheeks as he quickly turned his attention to finding the remote. Winnie had some drinks and called for you to help her. As you were rounding the corner, Winnie bumped into you and spilled juice all over you. You gasped as you jumped back, the juice seeping into your shirt and jeans.
      âI am so sorry, sweetie!â Winnie said as she grabbed some napkins.
      Bucky came to see what happened and saw that you were soaked in juice. He knew where this was going when he saw the look on his momâs face.
      âWe should get you out of those wet clothes so I can wash them. Bucky has some clothes you can borrow, Iâm sure.â Winnie said as Bucky sent her a warning look.
      You looked at Bucky and he swallowed hard.
      âU-uh, yeah. Iâve got something you can borrow. F-follow me. My roomâs just down the hall.â Bucky said trying to keep his composure as he gripped his crutches tightly.
      You followed him to his room as Winnie smiled in satisfaction. Bucky rummaged around in his closet before pulling out a black NASA t-shirt and some sweats.
      âThese should work.â He said handing them to you. âYou can change in here i-if you want. Iâll, um, Iâll be in the living room.â
      He scurried out of his room after he closed the door. When he saw his mom, he shook his head.
      âReally, mom?â Bucky asked raising an eyebrow.
      Winnie shrugged. âWhat are moms for?â
      Bucky rubbed his hand over his reddened face. âWell, thanks for all your âhelpâ, but I think Iâve got it for the rest of the night. Besides, she wants to take things slow. So, Iâm going to respect that.â
      You walked out of the Buckyâs room and when he saw you his breath hitched. He couldnât deny he liked seeing you in his clothes. You looked nervous and Bucky sent you a reassuring smile.
      âWell, Iâll be upstairs. In my room. With the door closed. Music playing. Iâll leave you two alone.â Winnie said as she shot you a wink.  Â
      You and Buckyâs faces burned as she walked up the stairs. Bucky rubbed a hand over his face before looking at you.
      âSorry about her. Um, you ready to start our marathon?â Bucky asked as he fell lazily onto the couch.
      You went to sit on the other side of the couch, but Bucky stopped you and patted the seat beside him.
      âGet over here. I wonât bite ya, doll.â
      You rolled your eyes and sat by him as he grabbed the remote and pressed play. After a while, Bucky turned toward you.
      âLemme guess, youâre a Legolas gal.â
      You sighed and poked his chest. âNope. Iâm an Aragorn girl for life. Legolas is cool and all, but Aragorn takes the win.â
      He chuckled âInteresting. My favorite character is Boromir. He just seems to be a very misunderstood guy.â
      You hummed. âYeah. I guess he is.â
      Bucky moved a container toward you as he tilted his head. âEleven bread?â
      You eyed it for a second before taking some. âSure, why not?â
      Bucky watched intently as you took a bite. You chewed slowly and eventually swallowed and Bucky rose his eyebrows.
      âWell?â
      âNot gonna lie, itâs pretty good.â You said before taking another bite.
      He pumped his fist as he quietly cheered. âYes!â
      âWe should make some together some time.â
      Buckyâs eyes widened slightly before he smiled. âYeah. That would be nice.â
      âOoh! Aragornâs on screen gotta watch.â You said as your eyes glued to the TV.
      Bucky just chuckled and yawned, stretching his arms before draping one behind you. Wow. Classic. You didnât say anything and actually scooted a bit closer to him as he let out a content sigh.
~~~~~
      Your eyelids started to droop, and you yawned. You were very tired, especially after the dayâs events. You wrapped your arms around what you assumed was a pillow and nuzzled into it before drifting off to sleep.
      Bucky froze. You wrapped you arms around his waist and were currently cuddled against his chest. He slowly adjusted his body so you both in a more comfortable position and he wrapped his arms around you. He hummed in contentment as his body tingled with warmth. He pressed a kiss to your head before adjusting the pillows behind him so he could sleep. He clicked the power button on the remote and the TV flashed off. Pulling a soft blue blanket over the both of you, he pulled you a bit tighter against him. He couldnât really feel the pain in his eye or leg, his feelings and thoughts were consumed by you. The wind outside howled harshly, and he could see snow whizzing past the window, and never in his life had he been so thankful for snow.
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