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kookoosbunnynose · 5 years

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Ch.1 || Ch.2

Pairing: Neighbor!Jungkook/FWB!Jungkook x Artist!Reader

Genre: Slowburn, Smut, Angst, Humor

Word Count: 11.4k

Summary: You’re an art student in need of a partner for your new collaboration piece, who is there to help you but your new neighbor, Jeon Jungkook. You two paint together but leave with much more than a colorful canvas.

A/N: Hello! I know! Dumb bitch finally updated the fic lmao. but i’m really excited about this part and even more excited for the rest of the fic. If you haven’t read chapter 1 yet go read it!

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Thankfully, even though you didn’t get to bed by the time you wanted last night, after the whole ‘y/n is a dumbass and got locked out’ debacle, you woke up with enough time to take it slow this morning. Mornings like these were your favorite, no rush. Just you sitting at your vanity getting ready for your day, jamming along to whatever song comes on your shuffle, using various items as a makeshift microphone.

You’re in the heat of Colors by Halsey when there’s a knock at your door, you abruptly cut off your poorly tuned melody, feeling caught. You quickly finish the eyebrow you’re working on as you don’t want the person at the door to see you with the one and a half you’re currently sporting. Good enough.

You rush to your front door, careful not to let your fluffy socks make you slip on the linoleum. When you open the door only to be greeted by your fluffy haired neighbor. He looks good in the morning too? Well that’s just fucking peachy. You’re making this difficult Jeon.

“Good morning.” You smile trying to hide how distraught you are.

“Good morning, sorry to bug you” he smiles sheepishly. “I was just hoping I could steal an egg from you? We’re out.” He asks hopeful.

“Oh, yeah of course. Just a second.” You turn on your heels to grab an egg from the kitchen. When your face is hidden by the fridge door you take a second to take a deep breath before making your way back to him. “Just one?” You ask when you hand it to him.

“Yeah one’s good, thank you y/n.” He gives you a small bow and opens his door. “See you later.”

---

“Hello gorgeous.” Yoongi says as your trio approaches the counter.

“Morning handsome.” Jimin smirks and steps in front of you.

“I was talking to y/n.”

“Her?” He looks over his shoulder at you. “While I’m here? That doesn’t sound right.” He scrunches his nose as if he’s doing mental math.

“I’ll just get your usual started.” He says leaning to the side so he can see your face.

“Thank you.” You laugh at them swipe your card and take the blueberry muffin he slides your way. You step to the side and wait for your boys to order their drinks.

“Remind me why we still come here.” Joon asks the two of you as you make your way to the pick-up end of the counter.

“Because we’ve been doing it since we started uni. We’re old and stuck in our ways, Joonie. There’s no backing out now.” You reply woefully.

“What are we? Boomers? We can go to a different coffee shop.” Namjoon furrows his brows.

“Order for Sweets!” A now familiar boxy smiled boy behind the counter says.

“Oh no we can’t. Not anymore.” Jimin says his attention caught by Tae.

“Look who wants to fuck the neighbors now!” You whisper yell at them before stepping toward the counter.

“Ha! You admit it!- Wait, neighbor?” You hear Jimin behind you.

“Hi Tae! Thank you.”

“Hello y/n!” He smiles and leans in to make his voice hushed. “If you don’t mind me asking, are you and Yoongi a thing? He covers like half your bill and calls you pet names everyday.” He lists off the, admittedly odd, circumstances of your relationship.

“Oh, no we’re not. We just flirt back and forth. I think if he had any real intention behind it he would’ve asked me out by now, in my experience he’s pretty straight forward.” You chuckle.

“Ah okay. Would you want him to ask you out?”

“I did in the beginning but it’s been well over a year. As far as he goes, I’m sated with just the flirting.”

“Ah, I see.” He turns away to grab the next two cups. “Orders for Jimin and Namjoon!” He calls over.

“Why do you ask?”

He pauses for a second. “I was just curious, he’s kinda like that with a couple girls but you seem to be his favorite.”

“Well it’s been a while, seniority I guess.” You shrug and your counterparts join you at the counter. “Oh how rude of me, these are my roommates. This is Taehyung.”

“Ah, nice to meet you, I’ll probably be seeing you guys a lot. I’m across the hall pretty often.” You all chuckle. “I wish I could talk longer but I don’t want to hold up the line, see you!” He smiles.

The three of you give various forms of a goodbye as you leave to find your usual table.

“Okay, is no one gonna say it?” Jimin says once you’re seated and safely out of ear shot.

“Say what?” Namjoon asks scrunching his face at his hot coffee.

“What do you mean ‘say what?’” Jimin says blinking slowly at your brother. “What is in those boys’ cheerios?”

“Fiber?”

“No! You fucking tree!”

“Y/n really? Now he’s calling me that, too?” You shrug.

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You take a breath in as you walk into the art studio, the smell of paint and pencil lead tickling your nose. You take your usual seat at a large table and check your phone for your list of assignments. The professor sends you a large list of all the assignments at the beginning of the semester. Giving students the freedom to choose what order they do them in, the only stipulation is that you must have half turned in by midterms and the other half by the end of the semester. A much more doable lesson plan than a lot of your past professors. Being forced to be creative is draining and doesn’t get you far.

You scan down the list of possibilities until you find one that catches your eye. Monochromatic self portrait (any color)? No. Pretend you have synesthesia and illustrate your favorite song? Eh, not today. Collaboration piece? Ugh, I can’t even if I wanted to. I need to find someone to work with. Create 5 random custom colors and paint a landscape using only those colors (5”x5”)? Sounds like I could get that done before I leave. Perfect.

You pop in your earbuds and get to work. Deciding acrylic would be best for a quick painting, you grab a pallet and a sizable glob of each of the primary colors along with black and white. A little red here, a little yellow there, and some white for this one. You continue putting in different combinations until you have five colors you’re happy with not worrying if they’ll make sense for scenery. Fuck it. Who says trees can’t be purple?

As you dip your brush into your small selection of paints and watch the way the colors glide onto the canvas, it makes a sense of ease wash over you. Breathing life into a piece no matter how simple creates a new little reality in it’s own right. Expands our universe one brush stroke at a time. In the least cringy art kid way possible, of course.

You continue your work, mouthing along to your music as you go. Rust tinted grass and a peachy sky coming together in a way that definitely isn’t realism but ends up having a sunset feel due to the warm hues you chose. Just a few touch ups here and there and you’re done.

You pack up your things and head home with your new little creation to dry completely overnight. It’s already mostly dry but the textured parts still have a way to go.

---

“I really need to go grocery shopping. Thank you again, y/n.” Bunny teeth shining as he leaves your apartment with a mug of tea in place of the hot water he showed up with.

Today is day… eight? Of a new routine has developed over the course of the week. Everyday without fail, whether it be morning or evening, an egg or a cup of milk. Jungkook comes over and asks for a small food item, thanks you, and returns home. No big deal, but it’s apparent that those idiots really need to restock their fridge. It’s like having a stray cat that comes around every night after you feed it once. A really big stray cat… with pretty hair, and a cute lip mole, that always smells like fresh laundry and citrus… anyway-

Time to officially start the day and pretend that little mental tangent didn’t just happen. Go team!

You finish doing some light makeup and throw on some ripped mom jeans and a black hoodie. Enough effort to look like you care, but still comfy. You throw your bag over your shoulder, slip your boots on and head out the door.

Finding parking on campus at this time of day is a nightmare and usually takes longer than just walking since you live just off school grounds. So you make your short walk and stop by the cafe by yourself. You usually go alone only once a week; there’s only one day where you’re the only one of your roomies to have a morning class.

You order, give Tae his morning hello and make your way to class.

Classes pass with relative ease. You listen and take notes; taking notes more so meaning doodling along the margins of your notebook than anything else. Really putting those scholarships to good use.

Art history, meeting with the theater department about painting props, studio, home.

You enter your apartment and are met with Jimin and Namjoon sitting on the couch about to start the obligatory bi-monthy screening of Your Name.

“Hey! Were you gonna start the movie without me?” You kick off your shoes and take a running leap onto your spot on the couch.

“No! We were waiting for you, we’re not monsters.” Namjoon retorts in defense.

“That’s exactly what someone who wasn’t waiting for me would say.” You narrow your eyes at your little brother at the other end of the couch.

“Would you two stop bickering for two seconds. It’s starting.” Jimin puts a hand over both your mouths from his spot between you.

“Sheesh, grumpy pants.” You grumble when he lowers his arms.

The movie is filled with the same sobs and ‘awe’s that it always is, always ending in tears for at least one of you. Breathtaking animation coupled with a heart wrenching story, no matter how many times you watch it, it never fails to amaze. As much as you would’ve loved more closure at the end of the movie, the ambiguous ending couldn’t be more poetic.

“Joonie, what would you do if we switched bodies?” You turn to your brother as the credits roll.

“Probably get a discounted coffee.” He deadpans.

“Oh, you’re no fun!”

“More money in my bank account sounds very fun.”

Your retort cut off by a knock at the door from your neighbor for his daily snack, so you settle for throwing the pillow sitting in your lap in his direction as you stand. Which he tries to swat away only to end up with a faceful of cushion. Ha, get got bitch.

“Do you need an egg?” You say as you open the door.

“Uh- No I’m good? Thank you for asking.” Tae chuckles, you freeze your eyes widening.

“Oh my god, I thought you were Jungkook.” You let out a stiff laugh and shuffle your feet in embarrassment. “Anyway, what brings you all this way?” You joke, attempting to alleviate a bit of the blush on your cheeks.

“I just wanted to see if you’d wanna chill with us tonight? We had a lot of fun last time. Nothing special, but I wanted to see if you were up for it.” He smiles. “You guys are more than welcome to join too if you’d like!” He shouts over your shoulder at the boys sitting on the couch when he notices them sitting there.

“Nah we’re good Jimin and I have a test in the morning, and if I don’t force him to study with me he’ll fail.” Namjoon says from the couch

“I would not!” Jimin turns to him offended.

“Okay, I’ll study alone then.”

“No, please help me.” He deflates.

“See.” Joon smirks. “Thank you for the offer though!” He calls over to Tae.

“No problem, next time?”

“Next time.” He echoes.

“I’ll hold you to it.” He points a slender finger in your brother’s direction. “What about you, y/n? Are you down?” He directs his attention back to you.

“Right now?”

“If that works for you, Kook will be back from work shortly, it’ll just be Hobi and I for a little bit.”

“Yeah, sounds good to me.” You smile. “Just let me go grab a couple things real quick and then I’m good to go!”

You scurry to your bedroom and take a look at yourself in the mirror, evaluating the damage the day has done to your makeup. Not bad. You give the apples of your cheeks a quick squeeze to bring back a little color, scramble to find your tinted lip balm, and fluff up your hair a little. There we go. Cute. Now to find something to bring with me so this little panicked face check isn’t a complete lie. Phone charger is good.

With your phone charger in hand and a revived complexion you head back out.

“Thanks for waiting.” Tae gives you a nod and you smile while you give your boys a wave as you walk out the door.

You walk into the boys apartment and are immediately greeted by a wagging Bread who you kneel to give a plethora of loves, giggling when he hops up and tries to kiss your face.

“Hey y/n!”

“Hey Hobi!” You say as you follow Tae over to the couch with Bread right on your heels.

“Glad you decided to join us. Kook will be here soon, he left work not long ago.”

“I gave her the run down before we came over.” Tae smiles.

“How have classes and shit been?” You ask them

“Not ideal. I pulled a muscle in my leg.” Hobi rubs his calf. “With a big performance coming up on friday, but the show must go on, you know.” He shrugs.

“Oh shit dude, will you be okay?”

“He does this at least once a semester.” Tae says waving it off, used to his friend pushing through his injuries.

“Yeah, it sucks for a bit but I’ll have some wiggle room to rest after this test.” He reassures.

“Okay good, just don’t die.” You chuckle.

“I’ll try not to.” He laughs.

“I’ve been doing a few surveys for my psych classes, would you mind if I get some data from you?” Tae looks to you, taking full advantage of the small lull in conversation.

“Tae no.” Hobi’s face falls and he rubs his temples.

“Do you find Chuck E. Cheese fuckable?” He asks, a genuine question mark in his eyes.

You blink. “What the hell kind of psych classes are you taking?”

“Just answer the question, y/n.”

You look at Hobi for some sort of answer, though you’re not even sure what your question is. “You’re gonna have to just answer him, he’s been on about it all day.”

“Fucking of course not. Why on earth would I want to fuck a rat? And even if I did, why would I want to fuck a robotic rat roughly the size of an entire kindergarden class?”

“First of all, he’s a mouse.” Tae corrects. “Second of all, THANK YOU!” He throws his arms up and flops against the back of the couch. “One kid in my class started this somehow and the room was surprising split. About forty percent of the people in that room said ‘Charles Entertainment Cheese’ was sexy! It got pretty heated, people were yelling that the opposing side that we ‘just couldn't handle his raw sexual power.’” He says exasperated with overdone air quotes. “So I’ve been asking everyone all day because I just can’t stop thinking about it.”

“I suppose I can see how that would plague your mind.” You laugh.

“Anyway!” Hobi interjects, clearly tired of the subject. “How are your things going, y/n?”

You chuckle at his wide eyes. “They’ve been good. I’ve been spending more time in the studio with midterms coming up. But I need to find someone to work with me on a collab piece. I wanna have it in by midterms so I don’t have to worry about it during finals.” you sigh at the thought.

“Awh, I would help with that but I already did that assignment and I’m not sure if they’d let me do it again with someone else?” Tae says with a small frown.

“I’d offer but the only thing I am versed in is drawing stick figures and arguably anatomically incorrect dicks.” Hobi chuckles.

“Thanks you guys.” You smile. “It’s alright though, I might just ask Jimin to get drunk and throw some paint at a canvas with me.”

“Hey! This reminds me, a couple days ago when you got coffee you promised you’d show me some of your work when we hung out next.” Tae looks at you sternly, arms tight across his chest. “The time has come Miss y/n.”

“Ah, I suppose I did.” You say as you grab your phone to show him your album of a bunch of your work. “Okay, but I’m no Van Gogh. Go easy on me.” You warn before you hand over your device to him; you always get a little nervous when you show people your art for the first time.

“Hey hey! None of that nonsense! If the way you talk about art is any consolation, then I’m sure the passion alone is enough to make it beautiful.” Tae gives you a stern look followed by a reassuring smile.

“Do you want me to cry? Because this is how you make me cry.” You chuckle and relent your collection of work over to him for them to inspect.

They open the first photo and you’re met with a mixture of a ‘holy shit’ from Hobi and a ‘wow’ from Tae, their reactions make you smile and your face heat up.

“These are amazing y/n!” Hobi says as Tae swipes through.

“Thank you guys so much, really.” You say blushing and all but clutching your chest.

You watch their faces intently as they go through, Tae stopping every so often to zoom in and inspect a certain brushstroke that catches his eye. They get toward the end of the photoset when you hear a key in the front door. You’re the only one to turn your head to see Jungkook walk into the apartment. He sets his keys down on the table next to the entrance and his feet stutter a little when he sees you on the couch with his friends.

“Hey Kook! Y/n was just showing us some of her art, dude she’s so talented!” Hobi calls over his shoulder.

“It’s really good, you should come take a look.” Tae adds, and you laugh nervously.

“That’s so awesome, I will.” He says looking at you with a smile. “I just need to talk to Tae, for a quick second.” He says turning his gaze toward him and tilting his head toward the hall.

“Oh, is it about that thing?” Tae grits his teeth and sucks in sharp breath.

“Yes, exactly, the thing.” He confirms vaguely, looking relieved.

“Is everything okay?” You furrow your brows and look at each of them.

“He just has a rash, no worries.” Tae tells you in a hushed tone as he stands up. All you can do is blink in response. Jungkook lets out an exaggerated laugh as they disappear into the dark hallway and out of sight.

Once they are safely in the other room Jungkook flicks Tae in the forehead.

“Ow!” Tae gasps.

“What the fuck was that for?!” Jungkook whisper yells at his idiot of a best friend.

“I was covering for you!”

“You could’ve said literally anything else! I don’t even have a rash!”

“She doesn’t know that!”

“Exactly, you fuck!” Jungkook whispers flicking him again. “Why is she here?! You didn’t warn me!”

“This is what I get for trying to help you?” Tae says rubbing his forehead with a pout.

“Hey! I was handling it just fine on my own!”

“Oh yeah, your plan to slowly raid the entire contents of her fridge was going so great!”

“I just thought!... I thought we would eventually talk or... something?” Jungkook says realizing maybe it wasn’t the best plan in the world. “That’s how my parents used to get to know our neighbors, they’d borrow each others sugar and shit.”

“It’d be easier to talk to her if you just hung out with her and I invited her over for you. You’re welcome! And your parents weren’t trying to fuck your neighbors, were they! Different goal calls for different strategy.”

“Dude gross, I hope not.” Jungkook scrunches his nose. “And I don’t… just wanna fuck her.”

“Aww, does Googie have a bigger crush than we thought he did.” Tae teases pinching his cheek.

“Fuck you. But thanks I guess… just warn me next time, will you?” Jungkook relents.

“You got it.” Tae says patting him on the shoulder. “I’m only kinda sorry though!” He whispers as he slips out the door. Jungkook follows him to join all of you in the living room.

“Sorry about that.” Jungkook smiles at you as he and Tae take their places next to you on the couch.

“No worries.” You assure.

“Kook you should take a look at her work, I think you’d like it.” Hobi says passing your phone over to him and your face heats up a little. “I was just telling y/n how you were really artsy in high school.”

“Oh, it was nothing.” Jungkook waves him off as he starts to look through the photos and stopping a little longer on ones that catch his eye.

“It wasn’t nothing.” Tae interjects. “Actually y/n, you mentioned needing a partner for that collab piece? Since I can’t assist, I’m sure Jungkook could help you out.” Tae gestures to the two of you.

“Oh no, I couldn’t ask him to do that for me.” You shake your head, looking at both their faces.

Jungkook tilts his head to the side for a second. “I wouldn’t mind at all, it would be fun. I might be a little rusty though.” He says with worried eyes.

“Really? you wouldn’t mind?” You light up. “That would help me out a ton. I’ve been stressing over that piece for weeks.”

“I’d be happy to.” He smiles bright. “I’m off on Saturday, we could work on it then. If that works for you, of course.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal.” You reach out to shake his hand, effectively sealing the deal. “Thank you so much.” you say and squeeze his hand a little.

“So Kook, I’m collecting data for my psych class-” Tae takes this opportunity to stain your moment of gratitude.

“I already told you, I’m not fuckin’ rats!” Jungkook cuts him off.

“He’s not a rat!”

“Which side are you on?!”

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“Did I call it? Or did I call it?” Jin looks at you with his stupid smug ass face.

“Listen! It’s nothing!” You throw that damp rag you’re wiping down a table with in his direction.

“It’s not nothing! I can smell your pent up sexual frustration for him from here. You guys are gonna be alone for several hours making art together? What is he, Swayze?”

“Men and women can be platonic friends! You’re not thinking very progressively here, old man.”

“Of course, men and women can be platonic friends.” He says gesturing at the air between you. “But you and what’s his fuck, Junglebook, you said? You two, cannot.”

“Your lack of faith in me is astounding.”

“I wouldn’t call it a lack of faith in you, more of an educated assumption… And a lack of faith in both of you.” He smirks. Asshole.

“Fuck you.” You deadpan.

“You know you love me y/nie.” He blows you a kiss.

“You’re lucky I do.”

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You: I can bring the supplies over whenever you’re ready, just lemme know! Thank you for letting me come over there, it would be hard for creative juices flowing with Joon hovering over us all night. Trying to figure out a deep psychological reason for me painting a flower yellow lmao

You: Oh! And wear clothes you don’t mind getting paint on, stains are inevitable :)

And send.

Okay listen to me you dumb bitch. You can do this. We got this. For fuck sake why are you so nervous? Pull yourself together! Just enough to prove Jin and Jimin wrong. Do it just to rub it in their faces! Fuck. What are you 12? We can hang out alone with him. This is stupid. I’m stupid. It’s fine. Everything is fine! Shut up.

Tight Buns McCute-Dog: You can come over now, I’m just gonna change real quick, the door is unlocked! (:

After receiving that reply, instead of him just cancelling, you were relieved he was still willing to help you. However it didn’t help the whole sweating from your ass cheeks with nerves, thing. So overall about the same. Great.

Doing an abstract painting in these mental conditions will result in accidentally painting several phallic shapes. A Freudian Slip of the wrist if you will.

After a couple deep breaths, effectively shoving half your feelings deep into the crevices of your mind, and changing his contact name, just for good measure. You grab all the supplies you’ll need and walk across the hall.

You struggle to open your door while balancing your small box of acrylics, easel and canvas in your arms. Deciding to abandon your easel in the hall for a second while you knock on your neighbor’s door a couple times before you turn the knob.

Bread is already eager and yipping at you for attention while you attempt to bring everything in and set it up to the side of the living room adjacent to the kitchen.

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Jungkook opens your texts and mouths a small ‘oh shit’ not wanting to keep you waiting, but quickly regretting his decision to work out right before he saw you. He wanted to look a little extra muscley but didn’t consider that he’d be a sweaty mess after doing so.

He settles for telling you he’s changing and hopes you take a few minutes to gather your things so he can blow dry his hair a little.

Your presence in his apartment is made known when he hears his dog barking and scuttling around. He gives his hair a quick tousel, throws on one of his many black hoodies and a little spritz of cologne.

Jungkook emerges from his bedroom to find you fumbling with your easel. Cute.

“Do you need help?” he asks through a giggle.

“Nope! Got everything a hundred percent under control over here.” Your sentence punctuated by your canvas falling to the floor. “Shit.”

“Allow me.” he says handing you the canvas.

“Thank you.” you breath and run a hand through your hair.

“So what’s the plan? I hope you’re not expecting any Sistine Chapel level work from me.” he chuckles.

“A bunch of naked babies and a priest with the ears of an ass? I appreciate that you don’t bring that to the table.” you raise your brows.

“Point taken.”

“The plan is no plan. I mean I wanted to go for something abstract because it’s fun and doesn’t require a lot of brain power. Just put the brush where you think it should go.” you mime a couple brush strokes in the air.

“Sounds easy enough, paint from the heart.” he confirms, patting his chest for emphasis.

“Oh, I did think one of us could be in charge of warm colors and tints, and the other could do cool colors and shades, and see where that takes us.” you look up expectantly, hoping he likes your almost-plan.

“Sounds interesting.” He looks at the empty canvas, eyes scanning for possibilities. “Which do you want?”

“I’m partial to cool colors, myself.”

“Then today, I’m partial to warm.” he smirks. “So are we just feeling what we feel in the moment or is there an emotion we’re trying to convey?” He turns to you, eyes expectant.

You pause for a second, unsure if you should abandon the theme you were pondering for this piece before you knew Jungkook would be your partner in creation. “Is it too cliche if the theme was ‘love’?” You ask him hesitantly. Immediately regretting not just saying ‘nah man, just throw paint at that bitch.’

But much to your surprise.

“Not at all, it’s a ‘cliche’ for a reason.” He states nonchalantly. “Love is powerful. Whether it’s the painful bit or the part that makes you feel untouchable.”

A certain fondness hits his eyes that tells you he’s speaking from experience but you don’t pry.

“I’m glad you like the idea.” you smile, relief filling you after he doesn’t exhibit any signs of being uncomfortable.

He claps his large palms together. “Shall we get started, Miss y/n?” His gaze once directed at the blank canvas, now fully on you.

“Choose your weapon, Mr. Jungkook.” You feign a serious tone, giving him a small handful of various brushes. Keeping a few of your favorites for yourself.

You push your box paints toward him indicating he can grab what he likes. Normally you’re a bit protective over your art supplies, seeing as not only are they stupid expensive, but you care for your tools a lot. You wouldn’t let your klutzy brother within a ten foot radius of your things when you were growing up and even now your blood boils if he’s anywhere near your expertly sorted colored pencils. But Jungkook is always gentle and seeing the way he meticulously places small globs of white, reds, and yellows onto his palette, you know you’ve made a good choice in trusting him.

He steps slightly back letting you put the first ceremonial brush stroke of charcoal black diagonally across the upper most half of your canvas. He joins shortly after deciding to start with white in contrast with your black, laying down some bases for shapes and choosing to run his brush through to disturb the various lines you’ve made, dragging the two tones into a fading grey.

As your mind wanders towards the way his slender tattooed fingers wrap delicately around the paint brush you quickly come to the conclusion that it’s time to play some background music. Absentmindedly sticking the handle of the brush between your teeth to grab your phone and open your music library.

“What kind of music do you like?” You turn to him, the thin strip of wood in your mouth giving you a slight lisp.

“I’m not picky, play whatever you want.” he says warmly but his brow still furrowed with concentration while he finishes up his base layer.

As his answer didn’t do much in the way of helping your quest, you opted for the safety of one of those throwback playlists spotify procures for their listeners, the 90’s one to be exact. Everybody loves some good nostalgia, and it may aid in the sincerity of your painting. Past emotions and whatnot.

The first song that comes on after you hit shuffle is Heart-Shaped Box by Nirvana and you hum in content. Jungkook on the other hand is pleasantly taken aback by your song choice.

“Oh shit yeah! I love Nirvana!” He smiles brightly, taking his crinkling eyes off his work for the first time since you started.

“Everybody loves Nirvana.” you tease him and roll your eyes at the possibility of him being one of those frat boys that ‘misses Kurt Cobain so much’ but can only name Smells Like Teen Spirit and maybe Aneurysm if you’re lucky.

Jungkook, sensing your tone, smirks and runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek. “You think so, huh?” he bemuses, rolling up his sleeve to uncover this inked skin. Across his forearm is a quote reading ‘rather be dead than cool,’ a lyric from their song Stay Away. He watches you with a quirked brow.

“I stand corrected.” you hold your hands up in defense. Trying not to let the way his inked skin hugs his veins increases your heart rate become too apparent on your features. “You do indeed love Nirvana.” your emphasis on the word being placed differently this time.

“Never doubt me again y/n.” He eyes you suspiciously. “I’ll get more tattoos just to spite you.” He narrows his eyes to add validity to his semi-empty threat.

“I will never doubt you again, scouts honor.” you say playfully saluting him.

“Now start the song over. Your lack of faith in me, made me miss half the song.” he points a finger at your phone.

“I can’t, I don’t have premium.” you let out a heavy sigh.

“What?! That’s dumb. You suffer through those god awful ads?” He screws his face up in disgust.

“Eh, I don’t mind too much.” You shrug. “I don’t wanna spend the extra money every month.”

“Okay, I guess that’s fair.” He squints at you as you pick up your brush again. “Why don’t you just use my account? I’ll text you my login.” He says fishing for his phone in his pocket.

“That’s completely unnecessary.” You laugh, and wave for him to stop. “You’re already helping me out so much with this.” you gesture to the now less blank canvas in front of you.

“I really don’t mind. What’s the worst that could happen? We expand our music libraries? Oh no!” he pretends to gasp and you roll your eyes. “And besides, I’ll sleep better at night knowing I saved a soul from those creepy ass vitamin water commercials.” He chuckles.

“You really don’t have to.” Your eyes softening at his seemingly endless stream of kindness.

“Already sent you the login, too late.” he says, sucking in a breath as if to say ‘what a shame.’

“Thank you, Jungkook.” you say as you gently grab his forearm and run your thumb over it.

“You’re welcome.” He smiles. “Back to work now!” he declares, sticking his paint brush, that at some point in your conversation tucked it’s way behind his ear, into his small mountain of yellow.

You work like this together for a while. Humming along to your music, that is now playing off Jungkook’s phone after he insisted he didn’t wanna hear ‘Colonel Suck-My-Ass’ sing about his chicken deals one more time. The two of you working together seamlessly; the way you blend your colors and make textures complimenting each other nicely. Switching sides of the canvas every so often so it remains balanced.

After about an hour of being immersed in your work Jungkook turns to you. “Noodle break?” He asks you frowning at his empty tummy.

Your brush stutters on the canvas at his words, your stomach not realizing it’s been hours since you’ve eaten until he mentions food. “That sounds wonderful, actually.”

“One or two packets?” he asks making his way into the kitchen.

“Just one is good.” you smile, setting your brush into your cup of water. You follow him into the kitchen. “Where do you store your liquid?” you ask standing between the pantry and the fridge, looking lost.

“Fridge.” he answers giving his approval to let you grab the two of you some drinks.

“I see you guys finally went grocery shopping.” you chuckle at the butter and cartons of eggs in his fridge.

“What?- oh right, yeah. Finally dragged Hobi out earlier today.” His smile not quite meeting his eyes while he opens up three packets of ramen, and waits for the water to boil.

“Can I steal a soda?”

“Yeah, just not the sprite. Hobi can and will throw a fit.” his tone far more serious than the situation calls for.

“Well damn, okay.” you say and grab a coke for both of you.

“Thank you.” He smiles and your fingertips brush perhaps a little too long when you hand him his drink.

He pulls the tab, puts the cold metal to his lips and you watch the way his throat bobs up and down with every swig. When you feel yourself staring your ears heat up, and turn your gaze to the water starting to roll in the pot.

As Jungkook is finishing up cooking the ramen, the song changes to Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls, you let out a small gasp and start to sing along. He smiles at your apparent love for the song and starts to harmonize with you to encourage you to keep going. Which, much to his dismay, did the exact opposite.

“Jeon Jungkook!” you scold. “I didn’t know you had such a beautiful voice!”

“It’s alright, I guess.” He breathes out and rubs the back of his neck a little embarrassed. “You’re not too bad yourself.” He looks at you with those big doe eyes. And you swear you’ll only look at them for a couple more seconds, as not to fall under their spell. A half hearted oath at best.

But you start to sing again, you tell yourself it’s to make the most of the song while it’s on but really, you just want to hear honeyed voice hit your ears again. And it does, eyes closed tightly and mouth wide to control his sound. You can’t hold a tune to save your life but the way he carries your sounds with his, it doesn’t matter. Your song is beautiful.

After your musical interruption, you take your bowls to the table and slurp away at your noodles. All the while Bread is at your heels begging ever so sweetly, which Jungkook scolds but ultimately ends up throwing him a noodle when his bowl is just about gone.

You take your bowl to the sink but when you start rinsing Jungkook comes over to push you out of the way so he can take care of it himself. You stand your ground for a minute but lose the silent argument due to his advantage of stature. You mutter a small ‘fuck you’ before you return to the canvas, and he smiles contently to himself.

Jungkook joins you back at your station, stepping back for a moment to assess where the two of you left off and what he’d like to add. He lets his eyes run over the varying sized lines and the way they come together but also fight one another in some spots. Some colors as bright as the sun and others look like the depths of the ocean. All coming together in a way that only really makes sense to the two of you.

You finished what was left of your drink and picked up your brush, dipping straight into your black paint for the second time since you started like you were on a mission. You drew a fluid line near the center curving over a few existing splotches, near the end of your brush stroke it became jagged and split off into several directions. A pessimist would call it a shatter, an optimist would call it several opportune paths, and a realist would probably just call it a painting. But Jungkook did none of those things.

“Y/n, have you ever been in love?” He asked as if he had only asked what time it was. He started swirling some colors together while he waited for an answer.

You blinked, trying not to show how much that question shocked you. “I suppose…” you breathed, actually struggling to come up with a real answer. “I mean, last time I was in a serious relationship was in highschool.” You trailed off. “I don’t know if I can say I’ve been in love but I’ve loved someone before… I feel like being in love sticks with you in a different way. More of a life experience than a life lesson.” You scrunched up your face a little, hoping he’d be satisfied with your answer even though you yourself weren’t.

He nodded, taking in your words. “I think being in love can be just as much a life lesson as ‘lesser relationships,’ if not more so.” He adds putting air quotes as not to come across the wrong way. “But hopefully you end up with more positive lessons than not.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Like learning how you love and need to be loved. What you deserve and what you won’t put up with. Learn to let yourself be loved-” You stop your word vomit after that last comment, feeling a bit vulnerable. “Those kinds of things?” you let out a little laugh.

“Exactly.”

“Is it fair to assume that you have?” You question, hesitating slightly.

“That I have what?”

“Been in love, dummy.” You laugh, strategically placing a light green around the canvas.

He pauses slightly. “Yeah, I have.” The same fondness that found his eyes earlier that day sets in again. Not in a painful or bitter way, you noted. But in the way you’d regard your favorite childhood memory.

“I didn’t rub salt in a wound, did I?” you tensed slightly incase you read him wrong.

“No no, you’re fine!” He reassures. “It was a long time ago. Don’t get me wrong, it hurt like a bitch in the moment, but as they say, time heals all wounds.” he shrugs.

“Can I ask what happened?” You prompted, feeling a little braver this time.

“Well you know, same old story with high school sweethearts.” He paused to fix a spot he didn’t like. “She was a year older than me. She left for university. We tried long distance and after a few months we decided it was too hard. Nothing particularly spectacular.” He tells the story, for what you can tell is at least the thousandth time. “What about you and Mr. Not-Quite-In-Love?”

“Nothing, super special either. Unfortunately, the lessons I learned from him were less than positive. After the initial honeymoon phase, he didn’t treat me the best. Looking back I learned to know the level of respect I deserve, but in the moment his lack of just made me desperate to ‘earn’ it. It was a vicious cycle for about a year but things ended and I grew up. And like you said, ‘time heals all wounds.’” Jungkook looked at you with furrowed brows, not sure if he wants to hug you or the seventeen year old girl you used to be who would see herself as anything less than what she was. But he settled for the former.

He wrapped his arms around you, taking you by surprise. But you accept his embrace and smile against his shoulder. “I’m okay now Jungkook.” You giggle. “It was a long time ago and I learned from it.”

He pulls away. “I know, I’m just sorry it took that dickbag for you to know your worth.” he gives you a sheepish smile, and a fire in his eyes dulls when he looks at you.

“Thank you, you’re very sweet.” you pat his arm before you both turn back to your respective parts of the canvas.

“Hey, just cause I’m not a complete asshole, doesn’t mean I’m sweet.”

“I’m holding firm at you’re sweet, and you can’t change my mind.” You both laugh and return your full attention back to your work.

Your rhythm returns to where it was before you ate. Both of you humming along to whatever song is playing at the moment, using your paint brushes as microphones if a particularly good song came on. Exchanging a few words here and there. Each admiring the small things the other chooses to add to the work of art. You noticed Jungkook has a habit of biting his lips when he’s concentrating. Cute.

Now here you finally are after another hour of blending, layering, and tweaking. Both of you put down your brushes down and stepped back slightly to admire what you’ve created. Letting out a sigh at your hard work, taking in the finalized piece. The way the colors run together or bump into one another. The juxtaposition of fluid lines being interrupted by jagged edges. The way the soberness of the colors you put down calm and soothe the firey and vibrant ones he laid down for you.

Ordinarily, when you finish a painting, you never quite feel done. There’s always one more thing you could fix, one more stroke you could add. But not this time. It’s finished. Breathtaking in a simple way. You’ve never felt such a sense of completeness when you set your brush down, and you can’t help but feel you have Jungkook to thank for it. The way his colors and brush work complemented yours was… for lack of a better term, a work of art.

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Jungkook puts down his brush, watching you lay down your final touches. Truth be told he’d been watching you out of the corner of his eye the entire time. Checking in on you every so often when you’d put down your tool and furrow your brows in concentration. Smiling when you’d absentmindedly mumble to yourself about what you’re doing. He was in awe of how much of yourself you put down on the canvas, not entirely sure what wordless stories you were telling meant. Though that didn’t stop him from taking the puzzle pieces you laid down and arranging them into a y/n shaped jigsaw in his mind. Perhaps your fondness of calming colors was to tame the wild fire he could see within you.

And just as quickly as you’d started, you were done, setting your brush down and smiling at what you saw in front of you.

“Thank you so much, Jungkook.” You breathe still taking in the painting. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah, it is.” He says just above a whisper, never taking his eyes off your beaming profile.

“Hm?” You turn to him. He looks into your eyes, once filled with fire are now a calm ocean. His gaze shifts to your lips after they form a confused pout at his silence, his body leading his brain when he leans toward you.

It’s now or never.

He leans in further looking into your eyes for any sign of apprehension before he cups your jaw in his paint stained hand. Finally taking the leap all at once when you lean into his touch.

His lips are even softer than you imagined when they meld against yours. He pulls away slightly to look at you a question mark across his features. You put your hands flush against his hard chest and answer his question by reconnecting your lips with his with fervor and you feel him smile against you. He deepens the kiss, putting his free hand on your hip to pull you closer to his warm body.

He swipes his tongue along your bottom lip, testing the waters further. You mirror his action, noting that his lips taste faintly of strawberries. You slide your hands into his soft hair and curl your fingers into fists against his scalp making him groan into your mouth.

His hand that held its feather like touch against your face leaves it’s place to join his other around your waist. His hands squeezing harshly at your hips, his fingers digging into the strip of skin your shirt rode up to expose, making you shiver against him despite your rising temperature.

He pulls away to place sloppy kisses along your jaw, nudging your jaw with his nose gently to gain access to your neck. You suck in a breath when you pull him closer causing his teeth to graze your pulse point as his swollen lips leave rosey marks in their wake. He sucks harshly at the soft spot below your ear causing your nerves to flare and a moan to escape your lips. He groans in satisfaction at the way his actions affect you, running his hot tongue over your skin to soothe the marks he made.

His hands move higher on your abdomen slipping just under the hem of your shirt, making you tense slightly under his calloused palms, he feels your shift and rubs his thumbs below your ribcage to relax your tensed muscles. His gentle fingers vastly opposing his flushed cheeks when he brings his face up to yours again, his hair already messy and his eyes dazed as he looks at your lips like they’re the first glass of water he’s seen in days. He crashes his lips back into yours hungrily causing you to squeak at his desperation. You disconnect your lips leaving almost no distance between you.

“Bedroom?” you ask lowley against his lips, your vocal chords betraying you making the word come out far more shaky and less sexy than you wanted. His shoulders flex under your hands at his request.

Jungkook slides his hands down your ass to squeeze the flesh in his hands when his finger tips graze the back of your thighs.

“Up.” he says firmly, offering you free transport to his bed. You hop up, his strong arms hold you and you wrap your legs tightly around his narrow waist. He starts the small walk to his bedroom, and you try to ignore the way his stomach pressed against your clothed clit is providing the smallest amount of friction with each of his steps, instead deciding to direct your attention to him instead. You give a gentle open mouthed kiss to the small mole on the side of his neck, you make a small path sucking where his jaw meets his neck, and he hums deeply making his chest rumble against yours in response.

When you reach his room, the smell of his fabric softener fills your lungs as he presses your back against his now closed door. His hands trail from your ass, trusting you to hold yourself up around him, up your sides, he slides your arms from around his neck and to the wall until your hands are effectively pinned above your head. The air between you is heavy for a moment as his dark eyes take in how you look like this, your eyes starry as your chest rises and falls in anticipation of his next move.

He kisses you again, slower this time. You whimper into his mouth when his hips grind his hard dick into your clit. His thighs flexing under yours as he grinds up again harder, swallowing as many of your beautiful sounds as you’ll give him.

He stops his hips and tucks his arms under you again to set you on his bed.

You reach your shirt to pull it over your head but he stops you.

“Let me.” He says half a statement, half a question.

You smile and say nothing but grant him permission by raising your arms above your head. He hooks his fingers into the hem of your shirt grazing your skin making goosebumps blossom on your flesh as he pulls it up and over your head. He reaches for the clasp of your bra slowly and gently like you might break, as if he wasn’t just shoving you against his door with his cock.

“Fuck.” He breathes out harshly when your hardened nipples are finally released to the cool air of his room.

He quickly strips off his hoodie revealing that he’s been painting without a shirt underneath the whole night. Your breath hitches as all the times you’d touched his arm or chest the hours prior, not knowing there was only a thin barrier between your fingers and his skin. You run your eyes over his bare chest and hard stomach, you knew he worked out but hot damn, those baggy clothes he wears does no justice to what’s under them. However he doesn’t give you much time to marvel before he reconnects his lips with yours leaning into you until your back is on his duvet, you spread your legs to make room for him to settle in between.

His hot skin drags softly against your nipples as he descends down your frame to pepper kisses along the valley of your breasts. He licks his fingers to roll one of your nipples between his wet digits while he attaches his mouth the other, swirling his tongue in intoxicating circles. You sigh at the small relief his mouth is bringing you and tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging roughly when his teeth bite down onto your sensitive bud. You feel the bed bow slightly below you as his hips stutter at your action. He quickly tends to the small sting with his tongue. Giving a gentle kiss to your nipple as he pulls away.

He sits up and hooks his fingers into your pants, but stops before tugging them down. “Is this okay?” He asks sincerely.

“Very.” You say, your heart clenching at his concern and help him slide your pants to your ankles, eager to have his soft skin on yours again.

He brings his lips to your neck again and you wrap your legs around his waist rocking your hips up to rub your neglected clit against his rigid cock that he has yet to spring free. The wet spot on your panties rubbing off onto his sweats. You moan into his ear at the small relief you’re able to bring yourself, arching your back further in attempt to get more friction and he chuckles against your skin.

“Patience, sweetheart.” He smirks down at you and your feeble attempt to feel his cock.

“Don’t wanna be patient. Want you to fuck me.” You say trying your best not to whine, as you reach for the waistband of his pants.

He runs his tongue along his lip and leans down until his lips brush the shell of your ear. “Oh, don’t worry beautiful, I will.” He moves your hands and rolls his hips into yours once to punctuate his sentence. “But I wanna taste you first.” He says and quickly sits back on his knees to slip your underwear down your legs, tossing them behind him not worrying about where they land.

He settles his shoulders under the back of your thighs and makes a path of open mouth kisses from your knee to your inner thigh, stopping right before your sex and inhaling deeply as he sucks a bruise into your skin, your face heats up and your hips shake in excitement.

“You smell fucking delicious, sweetheart.” he looks up at you with soft doe eyes that completely contradict his filthy words. He lingers just a whisper away from where you want him and you roll your hips to meet his lips. He smirks again at your frustration moving his lips to your other knee to make a wet path up your other leg with his mouth, seeing how long he can push you. Stopping midthigh to speak again into your skin.

“I wanna take my time with you sweets. Greedy little girls don’t get to cum on my tongue.” His eyes darken when they look up at you, his words sending electricity through your nerves and arousal dripping onto his sheets.

You opt for silently nodding as the only thing you could muster at the moment is a whine that you want to keep at bay.

“Are you gonna take what I give you, sweetheart?” He says rubbing circles into your hip.

“Yes, Sir.” You breathe trying your best not to roll your hips into his touch and get scolded again.

“Good girl.” He smiles at your compliance and finally gives you what you want.

He licks a long flat stripe up your slit, collecting your arousal on his tongue and swirling it around your throbbing clit. Your thighs tighten around his head and he groans against you.

“Taste even sweeter than I imagined.” He all but moans into your folds. He swears he could get off just like this, with his tongue buried in your cunt and his hips rocking his cock into his mattress.

You reach down and tangle your fingers in his hair, trying to pull him impossibly closer to you. He obliges you and wraps his lips around your clit sucking harshly, crude slurping noises filling the room but both of you are too lost in the sensation to care. Your hips start rocking against his mouth again, this time your body fully taking a mind of its own, your climax being the only thing you can think about.

“That’s my good girl, use my tongue to get off.” You moan louder at his words and speed up your movements, balling his hair into fists. As he looks up at you with lidded eyes, he gets lost, lost in your taste, lost in the way your sweaty chest heaves with your heavy breaths, lost in the way his name falls from your lips with your eyes screwed shut.

“I’m s-so fucking close!” your voice comes out in a strained moan cracking at the end of your sentence.

“Cum for me beautiful, wanna taste your cum.” He says wrapping his lips around your clit again to pull your orgasm from you. He may have called you greedy, but he couldn’t get enough of the way your thighs shook around him.

“Holy shit! Jungkook!” your orgasm hits you like a wave starting in your stomach and sending fire through your veins. Your hips stutter and Jungkook licks you languidly through your high. All the while your mouth mutters his name in an incoherent mantra.

He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand and climbs over you leaning on his forearms, and captures your lips in his. You taste yourself on them and smile against his mouth.

“You look so beautiful when you cum.” He says placing soft kisses along your jaw. And you’re glad he can’t see the way your cheeks flare at his comment. “Think you can still take my cock?” he says squeezing himself at the base through his pants.

“God yes.” You say perhaps a little too enthusiastically and he chuckles at you.

“You really are a greedy one, aren’t you sweetheart?” He says teasingly. “Let me get you ready first.” He says rubbing his thumb in small circles on your clit, your sensitivity makes you jump a little.

He looks down to watch the way your velvet walls swallow his fingers, but he stops his movement, realizing his hands are still covered in paint.

“Shit.” He mutters almost silently. “I’ll be right back.” He says with a smile pecking your lips before he slips out his door. Closing it behind him just in case, as not to let Hobi unknowingly come home early only to find you spread eagle on his roommates bed.

What the hell is he doing? Your eyebrows furrow, worried he’s gonna get some sort of convoluted sex toy. Which while you wouldn’t normally object, that’s a tad presumptuous on his part.

Your mental ramble cut short and worries put to rest when he reenters the room with clean hands. He strips his sweats from his hips and climbs back over you.

“Sorry, I didn’t want you to get some sort of paint-chemical related rash on your… lady bits.” He says hesitantly breathing out a laugh against your cheek.

“While that’s incredibly considerate of you. That sentence didn’t do much for my ‘lady bits’.” you know what his venom filled tongue is capable of, so his childish use of words makes you giggle.

He rolls his eyes at you and cups your face, pulling you in for another deep kiss. His hand snakes down between your legs and when his thumb connects with your clit you squeak and break the kiss.

“Your hands are freezing.” you say with more of a pout than you’re willing to admit. You presume he didn’t wanna make you wait too long so he washed his hands in cold water.

“Why don’t you warm them up for me?” he quirks a brow and smirks. Bringing his hand up to your mouth and sticking his middle and ring finger between your lips. You happily wrap your lips around his digits; licking, sucking, and humming in content around them.

Jungkook’s cock twitches in his boxers as he watches your cheeks hollow slightly around his slender fingers, resisting from pushing them deeper in your mouth and seeing how pretty you look when you gag for him.

He removes his hand from your mouth, marveling at the string of saliva that follows it. He reaches down to tease your entrance letting your spit and arousal get you ready for his stretch. He slips his fingers into your dripping core and has to hold back from moaning at how well you hug him.

“Your pussy is so tight, sweetheart.” He breathes. “Your sweet cunt is gonna squeeze me real well won’t it?” He says catching your bottom lip between his teeth. You can’t help but clench around his fingers. “That’s my good girl.” He says, his eyes darkening and he curls into your sweet spot, you moan at how quickly he seems to be learning your body. Like he could figure out exactly what makes you tick if you stayed in his bed for just a while longer.

He removes his fingers making you whimper. He slips his boxers down a little and uses your arousal and his precum to wet his dick. Your mouth waters and you clench around nothing at how beautiful he looks slowly pumping himself with furrowed brows, until now he’s done a good job of not showing how badly his body demands to be touched just as much as yours does.

He lines himself with your entrance and teases your clit with the tip of his cock, fighting the urge to slam himself into you to the hilt.

“Do you want me to grab a condom?” he says mere millimeters away from slipping into you.

“I’m on the pill.” you reassure and gasp at how close he is to giving you everything you wanted since he crashed his lips into yours at the easel. Or possibly before that.

That’s all he needed to hear before he pushed his cock past your entrance and into your wet pussy, the stretch he’s giving you making you thank him silently for insisting on warming you up first.

“Fuck.” You both moan at how well you squeeze around him. He goes slow, inching in to give you time to adjust. You wrap your legs around his waist to encourage him deeper. He continues his slow pace breathing hot and thick against your neck.

He sits up to watch how he disappears inside you. “Look how well you take my cock, sweetheart.” He says picking up some speed in his thrusts. You moan at how well he hits every spot in you that’s been left untouched tonight, his dirty words only further building the pressure in your pelvis.

His thrusts become harder and you reach up you brace yourself on his biceps, his muscles flexing while he supports his weight above you. He angles his hips up slightly hitting your sweet spot perfectly, and you nearly yelp at the sensation, digging your nails into his arms making him hiss.

“Right there? Is that how your little pussy likes it?” He feigns a subtle innocence in his voice. Like he can’t see with his own eyes how well he’s fucking you.

“Yes, fuck! Please don’t stop.” you beg, mostly to get him to do just that, but also because of the sweaty fog his delicious cock has worked into your mind isn’t exactly allowing you to form the most intelligent of sentences.

He sits back on his knees and pushes one of your legs to your chest, his dick hitting deeper than you thought possible making your eyes roll back and your jaw slack. Your moans become uncontrollable and the words you’re attempting to say just come out in broken sounds.

“Such a good slut for me, look at you falling apart on my cock.” his voice almost a growl. “You gonna cum soon, sweetheart?” He says with a voice like silk to mask how close he is himself.

You can’t do more than nod fractically at his words in fear your voice will betray you. He rubs your clit with his thumb to earn your second climax from you.

And you do, your walls tighten around his cock but his pace doesn’t falter. Your legs shake and your eyes roll back. You cover your mouth to muffle a scream. Your orgasm ripping through you so hard you feel like you might burst.

Jungkook hisses at how hard you’re squeezing him and fucks you through your high. He reaches to his headboard to fuck into you harder, being selfish for the first time tonight, using you to chase his own high.

“Where do you want it?” He says in a stifled whine.

“Cum inside Jungkook. I want you to fill me up.” You say pressing your nails into his chest. The overstimulation you feel in your core is worth every thrust when he finally lets go and fills you with his cum. His cock twitching as he slowly rides out his climax.

He collapses on top of you, breathing heavily into your neck. Then rolls over to the other side of the bed, to allow both of you some cool air on your skin.

“I hope I didn’t go too hard at the end there, are you okay?” He looks over at you with worried eyes.

“No. No it’s okay, I liked it.” you smile, your lungs and heart rate working hard to steady themselves.

After he’s caught his breath a little he reaches into his bedside table to get a small rag to wipe up some of his cum leaking out of you, and you suddenly feel very vulnerable at his thoughtful gesture.

The post sex clarity hitting your mind, not quite in the way you hoped. As you lay there the height of what you two just did sending your mind go into overdrive.

Oh fuck. You run through the events of the night starting to panic a little. He’s my friend, how did this even happen? I wasn’t gonna do this. I wasn’t gonna let this get more complicated than my attraction to him already was. Shit, I’m an idiot. I mean he did kiss me, but… I can’t let this happen again. I don’t want this to end badly and have to move just because I think with my idiot vagina. It makes things too complicated. Okay, I have to end whatever that was now before things get even more complicated. He won’t mind right? He’s a college dude, he’s probably fine with just hittin’ it and quittin’ it. Yeah, everything is good. Friends can fuck once and then be good, it happens all the time.

You sit up from his bed and run your hands through your hair a couple times in an attempt to tame it and start to pick up your clothes.

“Are you okay?” He says, watching you as you attempt to find your underwear.

“Yeah, I’m good, just have an early class in the morning and I should probably get going.” you force a smile.

“Oh, uh okay.” He says not quite convinced. Though you weren’t lying about that, you really did have a class in about seven hours.

“Hey um,” you hesitate, sliding your pants on just choosing to abandon your underwear. “This was just a one time thing, right?” you ask him, hating the way you said that.

He senses your tone and feels a little twinge in his chest, but he ignores it, putting on a smile instead. “Yeah, definitely. Why do you ask?”

“Okay, good.” Another twinge. “I just don’t want things to be too complicated, with us being neighbors and all…” You trail off, trying not to cringe at yourself.

“Yeah, that makes sense.” He pauses, realizing for the first time that this could have negative consequences. “No worries, it’s forgotten. Just friends.” He reassures pulling his pants on.

“Just friends.” You smile and extend your hand to him. You shake on it.

You pull your shirt over your head.

“See you later, neighbor.” You say attempting to bring back the way things were just an hour ago. And you slip out his door.

He doesn’t walk you home like he normally does, and honestly you’re thankful. You just want to be back in your apartment where you can pretend that didn’t just happen. Even if that was one of the best fucks you've ever had, you're certainly not going to think about it. What is there to think about? Nothing happened.

You slip out his door, and into yours, met with Jimin munching in your kitchen, presumably after a party and your feet halt in their tracks.

“Damn babe, you look positively wrecked.” He says with a knowing smirk.

“Jimin, I am so not in the mood for whatever you’re about to say.” you say exasperated.

“Oh, so I should save the ‘I told you so’? Would you rather get it in the morning?” He asks innocently, though he’s anything but.

“Preferably never.” You quip and slip into your bedroom.

Yeah, never is good, we’re just gonna pretend none of that happened.

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Me: I avoid spoilers!! Don’t spoil me!!

Also Me: Hark! Is that a trailer I see before me?? Better analyze it frame by frame!

So, the truth is, I don’t know most of the other BTS stuff and I really don’t want to. I haven't seen the episode titles. I do know Neil Gaiman’s not ... reprising his role. I’m going on ONLY what’s in the trailer, so some of this speculation may already be wrong.

First: a moment of AWWWWWWW YEAAAAAHHHHH because I’ve wanted Twin!Michael for years.

Okay. Moving on.

Trailers are not chronological. They are magic tricks, designed to manipulate their audience.

Now, chronologically, the crime scene with Ella is at (or very near) the beginning because I’m preeetty sure the victim is Mr. Said Out Bitch (RIP; obviously they did not think they were getting a S6!). It’s hard to make out exactly what Chloe is wearing. Dark jacket, dark shirt with a t-shirt-like collar.

Okay, we know this is Lucifer; we know this is what he was wearing when he went to Hell. Very, very, glowing in the black light white shirt. This could be at the beginning? We assume it is because of how it’s placed right after the goodbye from s4, anyway.

Look how haggard he looks. Like, Lucifer. You need some sleep, buddy. Those dark circles have dark circles. My heart hurts.

Okay wtf, my heart hurts here, too. We assume that Chloe’s pajama(?) stakeout and drinking/dancing and her looking up (and looking super sad on what I think is Lucifer’s balcony) are part of the “since you’ve been gone (everything sucks)” montage.

I will say it’s very possible that “shots at the bar” happens after “crime scene with Ella.” Chloe’s wearing a black jacket and Maze’s arm is bare. Perhaps this night of drowning sorrows (again) is what leads to the conversation (the next day, I think) between Chloe and Maze (“We don’t need him”). In that scene with Maze, Chloe’s wearing a pinstripe blazer and grey t-shirt. Which is important, because that’s the outfit she’s wearing here (in what I would guess is Mr. Said Out Bitch’s home):

I know the assumption is that this is Michael. Although, I wonder how Michael knows the crime-solving Devil song, and the mannerisms (tugging on the sleeves, “Hello, bad guys” as he strolls in) are definitely Lucifer’s. As is the outfit, which is a perfect mirror of the one Lucifer wears in Hell: black suit, white shirt with texture, red pocket square. (Also, no evidence of Michael’s injury.)

Other questions: If he’s so good at playing Lucifer here, why isn’t anyone taken in by him when the grey sateen shirt (hold that thought) appears? Where has Michael been? Why is he here now?

So, I think it’s the combination of his non(?)-reaction to Chloe kissing him and the expression on his face that Michael this up, right? That it’s shown while Michael is voiceover monologuing is also an indicator (but could just as easily be a misdirect because Michael’s not speaking in the image in front of us, and it’s not like we’ve never seen Lucifer make this kind of face before).

(Incidentally, the non-reaction to the kiss could also be seen as in-character for Lucifer; he can’t be sure of his reception, which also plays well with his hello-bad-guys/cocky-to-cover-insecure entrance.)

If it is Michael in the shooting/hug scene, he may START by playing Lucifer perfectly, but that degenerates.

We know this is Michael. There’s some evidence of Michael’s injury in the unevenness of the shoulders. It is NOT a white shirt. It is a grey shirt with a bit of shine; sateen, if you will. We’re going to see a lot of this shirt.

Michael: grey sateen shirt. Also, Chloe’s wearing the white and black striped (VERY FUNNY, COSTUMING DEPT.) shirt she’s wearing when she tells Linda that Lucifer is acting different—so we assume this is the day(?) after Michael shows up. (There’s also a slight possibility that his Lucifer 2.0 bit is his introduction.)

Michael. Black wings. TINY STRIP OF GREY SHIRT at the wrist. So, we assume this happens right after the previous Chloe-with-Gun moment. Michael might want to mess with his brother, but he doesn’t want Chloe to die—there’s even some protective head cradling. So. There’s that.

Michael. Lux. Still the grey sateen shirt. Important: Amenadiel is wearing a shirt and tie.

In the bit where he’s (presumably) talking to Lucifer in Hell (“He’s stronger than you think.”), he’s wearing the same Lux-grey-sateen-shirt-Michael suit and tie. I’m guessing Amenadiel was like “Do not pass Go, do not collect $200″ and pops down to Hell ASAP.

The “He is stronger than you think” line also makes me wonder if Lucifer hasn’t worried—or even thought—about Michael because he believed his twin was broken beyond the possibility of being a threat (presumably by Lucifer; I think there’s a Rebellion-related, bad-blood, mutually-assured-destruction story behind Michael’s injuries). That hubris/pride is pretty much what gets Lucifer into 925% of his problems, after all, so it would be in character.

Oh, Luci. Why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? Soon that attitude may be your doom.

Michael is ALSO wearing the grey sateen shirt when Maze shows up and he admits he’s not Lucifer. A lot happens on the day of the grey sateen shirt. To me, this means everyone’s onto him right from the beginning. Also, it means the trailer is pulling pretty heavily from just this one out of the eight episodes. The first episode, unless I miss my guess.

Now, going by wardrobe, we enter a very jumbled section. We’ll call this the Dark Days of the Turtleneck.

During the Dark Days of the Turtleneck, we see Michael fight with Amenadiel in the time-stopped precinct. One assumes Michael’s not even pretending to be Lucifer anymore because ... turtleneck? Bloody hell, might as well be board shorts and Crocs. Note: Michael is NOT wearing (Lucifer’s) ring, here.

Again, the voiceover is misleading because suit-and-tie Amenadiel in Lux and Hell wouldn’t have had a chance to fight (wearing a red jacket) with Turtleneck Michael yet.

At yet another point, we see grey-knit Amenadiel fight with zip-up-halter Maze. Whatever’s going on, Amenadiel is getting around (on different days). And apparently everyone is mad at him.

Okay, so this happens after Michael’s had time to “make a mess.” Of what sort, though? I mean, the penthouse looks fine, so ... what haven’t we seen? What has happened between grey sateen shirt Michael and brown blazer turtleneck Michael? Note: Michael’s also not wearing (Lucifer’s) ring, here. I think Michael’s true lack of fashion sense is turtlenecks and roomy blazers. Yikes.

Well, we assume it’s a mess of Lucifer’s life on earth ... but is that possible? All the evidence points to pretty much everyone knowing sateen-shirt Michael isn’t Lucifer right away, so how could he have had the time or the leverage to make a mess that involves them?

And if Michael doesn’t mean he made a mess of Lucifer’s life on earth, does he mean a more far-reaching mess? A much older mess? Something celestial? Something involving Hell? Something involving the Rebellion (have they seen each other since?)? Something involving God? Something involving whatever or whoever the REAL Big Bad of the season is (because I really doubt it’s Michael)?

How long has Michael been ... watching? stalking? Lucifer? Has he been involved in any of the other stuff that’s happened over the years? Was he the one who let Mum out of her cell?

But MOST IMPORTANT: How does he know the crime-fighting-devil song????

Well, whatever that mess is, Lucifer’s pretty pissed off about it.

White shirt, white wings is Lucifer (he was also wearing his black jacket, but not a red pocket square. Note: he has had time to remove his jacket and put his wings away before throwing a punch!). TRAGIC turtleneck under a blazer (with different-colored trousers) and the obvious injury is Michael. But it’s not grey-turtleneck Michael—more than one turtleneck, how dare—so we’re at a different time, chronologically speaking. Could be before Michael’s precinct-fight with Amenadiel, even; we don’t know the chronology of those turtlenecks. We just know Michael, for some unknown reason, chooses them.

Later:

Okay, I think these two scenes happen in the same episode; Chloe’s outfit is the same. And I think that episode happens a bit later in the chronology. Why?

‘Cause Chloe doesn’t have bangs, yo. And anyone who’s tried to grow out bangs can tell you IT DOESN’T HAPPEN OVERNIGHT.

Head-scratching brown suit aside, that’s Lucifer and not Michael. Because this has to be after Michael has shown his true turtleneck colors. Lucifer also seems to have trimmed down his post-hell angst-beard.

Chloe’s hand-injury is probably from that explosion. Her heart-wrenching anguish, though? I don’t know what caused it, but my hurt/comfort-loving little heart wants it now.

We have no idea what Michael’s doing at this point: we don’t see Michael with no-bangs Chloe.

Which leaves the scenes that have had Twitter freaking out for most of the day:

This might be after black-shirt-Chloe-anguish-explosion. I know it looks like bangs, but I think it could also be hair-pushed-behind ears; in the shot where you see her standing in front of the elevator, her “bangs” look long enough to be tamed into a no-bang ponytail. But then ... no hand injury.

It could also be a dream (looking at you “Love Handles”) or a Hell-torment.

In any case, it is 1000% Lucifer and not Michael. Every single moment of every single micro-expression is entirely That Look Lucifer Only Gives To Chloe Decker (I wrote a thread about this on Twitter today), and Michael is just NOT that good an actor.

I actually find this shot more baffling. It’s Lucifer’s shirt; it has men’s-shirt buttons. Is it a morning after? (But not the morning after the wall scene, because Lucifer was wearing a black shirt there.)

Is this a dream?? A HELL TORMENT?? Look, I just do not trust anything that looks like something the fans have wanted so badly. We were all there for elevator dream sex and Lucifer wing dream reveal. We know how these people work!

(Granted, they also sometimes give us axe scenes and beach kisses, but...)

I have about 32634 things to say about LIGHT AND DARK TWIN BROTHERS IS EVERYTHING and also FURTHER EVIDENCE OF QUESTIONABLE CREATION/PARENTING, but I’ve already been working on this for hours, and that screaming is, I think, best reserved for another post.

In conclusion, ahh the sweet, sweet song of hyperfixation. I missed you, buddy. You and your neurotransmitters. Welcome back.

For now, I’m just gonna tricycle off to hell in anticipation of August 21st.

Guys, seriously, how the hell does Michael know the crime-solving-devil song???????

#lucifer on netflix #lucifer morningstar #chloe decker #deckerstar #lucifer s5 #lucifer s5 spoilers #lucifer spoilers #lucifer speculation #lucifer meta #lucifer thoughts #lucifer s5 trailer #long post #lotsa text #LOTSA PICS

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WHG 14: Boat 1

tagging @ratracechronicler @concealeddarkness13 (Thanks for Nesri!) and @pen-of-roses

in which Cirrus does a lot of dancing

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I hoped everyone recognized how much effort it took when I held my tongue about the honeymooners stealing half our accommodations. If it didn’t carry the risk of blowing our cover they might not have been so lucky. I couldn’t see either of them out on the main floor though, and I could only guess what they might have been using their new roomy lodgings for.

After a quick loop around the main dance floor, there didn’t seem to be anything immediately dangerous. Nothing we hadn’t expected anyway. Soldiers, peacekeepers, locked doors and watchful eyes, but most seemed here for the party and nothing more. Nice. I took a drink from one of the servers, not quite sure what it was but anything with a raspberry garnish had to be good. Though, maybe not as good as I expected. Whoever made this made it too sweet. Far too sweet.

Across the room a pair of women were watching me, whispered to each other. One of them pointed, probably trying to be subtle as she smiled to her friend as if trying to encourage her to do something.

I took another sip of the overly sweet berry drink before stetting it down. It didn’t take a genius to guess what they might have been talking about if Nesri’s judgment was to be trusted. That could probably work in my favor. They shushed each other when they noticed me coming, one giving the other a little shove.

I put on a smile and held out a hand. “Care to dance?”

She blushed a moment, even behind her makeup before taking my hand and letting me lead her to the floor. We joined the other dancers, and she struggled to hide a smile when I rested my hand on her waist to dance.

Now, how should I get her to talk? “So, how are you enjoying the party?”

At first she stammered, but even as we started to talk it quickly turned out she didn’t have any information that could be remotely useful. Neither she, nor her friend, or two other young men who asked to dance seemed to have noticed anything at all about the boat besides what they saw at that very moment. For the most part they didn’t seem to have any thoughts there could be anything misleading about the reason for the party, though none had a chance yet to meet the so-called lucky tributes.

I retreated back to the side. What a waste of time. Sure, the dancing had been fun, and the partners were lively, but hopefully the others were having better luck getting anything useful. I sighed and started towards some of the fruit laid out on one of the tables. Maybe the raspberry without the overly sweetened drink would be better.

I looked over the fruits, but an avox replacing a plate of cubed mango made me pause. It was her. It had to be, the same girl who’d been assigned to our floor before the games, the same one who’d dragged the water out on stage. Maybe she was the capitol’s. Whatever the reason, maybe this would be more of a break than flirty youths.

“Excuse me.” I stood across the table from her, looking down at her as she realized I was talking to her. “I need a fresh set of sheets in my room, now.” If she recognized me, she didn’t show it. If she didn’t then the disguise must have been working. She kept her eyes down as I told her the room number and she left with a nod.

As soon as she’d gone, I turned and took my time leaving the main room. She’d need a couple minutes to go and find the linens. That would buy me a minute or two.

The hall was near silent compared to the bustle of the main room, empty besides the evidence of the newlyweds in their room via a closed door and a do not disturb sign. I rolled my eyes as I slipped into our room and waited. Arms crossed I watched the lake out the little window, shimmering in the sun. Clouds lurked on the horizon though, far off for now but if the winds turned…

The door clicked and I turned as the avox stepped in. She froze wide-eyed when she saw me, clutching the folded sheets just a little tighter.

I sighed, letting my hands fall to my sides. “Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.” I nodded. “Close the door, there’s something I need to tell you.”

She swallowed, but did as she was told, pulling the door closed with a gentle thud.

“I’m Cirrus, one of the tributes on the floor your were assigned to.” I paused as she blinked, seeming to at least recognize my voice. “Look, I can’t talk too long in case anyone gets suspicious, but a handful of other tributes and I escaped the arena together, and we intend on trying to free our friends held captive here.” I nodded at her. “One of them was the one forced to hurt you with magic. I don’t think she wanted to, I hope you know that.”

She nodded along, one hand tracing gingerly along where Lynne had cut her with the crystalized water up on stage.

“If you help us, I’ll try my hardest to make sure you get out with us.”

The girl’s head snapped up, hopeful for only a moment before her eyes narrowed. Her shoulders tensed and her jaw clenched.

This time though, she didn’t look away when I met her stare. “You probably know this place far better than nearly anyone else on board. You know the timetable, the events, everything you’d be expected to put on, don’t you?” I grinned. “When I was younger my mother would tell me a mistreated servant was dangerous. I didn’t hear her then, but now… Who better to poison a king than the one who pours his wine and serves his dinner? So to speak anyway.”

I held out my hands in a shrug. “Not that you have to kill the president, getting him out of the way is accounted for.” She listened intently as I filled her in on the plan. Even if she did decide to turn on us, it wasn’t like she was going to tell anyone, right? “Whatever you can do to win us the upper hand would be appreciated.”

She smiled, wide and eager with devious excitement glinting in her eye. She nodded, shoulders set and determined. I held out a hand, she shook it, and we went our separate ways. Hopefully she’d come through. She seemed in on it enough though.

I wasn’t back out on the main floor for long before Nesri found me. She pushed through the crowd until she stood in front of me, leaning in to whisper.

“I found and old friend, and he has invited us to meet the captain. He says they will help us out.” She smiled. “And he’s a horrible liar, so I trust him.”

The more help the better. I nodded. “Good.” Hopefully her friend would be useful and not as bad at this kind of stuff as he allegedly was at lying. I took a sip of my drink. Even this one was too sweet. “I might have talked one of the avoxes into helping us too.”

She grinned. “that’s wonderful! The more the merrier! Did you find any other info? I saw you snooping around the corridors early on.”

If only. “Not as much as I would like.” I sighed. “Nothing seems weird, and no one I talked to seemed to know anything besides trends.” Trends I’d never need to know ever again.

Nesri laughed. “I bed those trends were horrendous too.” Correct. She leaned forward, gripping my arm with a smile. “Well, I’ve gotta move on. I want to let everyone else know so we can meet his captain soon.”

She turned to leave, straight into a drunken woman in a costume bikini. “You two are the most adorable couple I’ve ever seen! You two simply must dance! It will be so aesthetically pleasing!”

What? I blinked. “Couple?” Was she talking to us?

The woman giggled, all too-white teeth and uncoordinated gesture. “No need to be shy about it! You have matching outfits and everything!” Damn it with the outfits. “I simply must insist you dance. It will be so entertaining!”

By now others had started to crowd around, swarming like bored bees to honey buzzing with their agreement and excitement. They didn’t look about to disperse anytime soon.

I swallowed, and turned to Nesri when I couldn’t find the words. “Nesri?” Please say something good. My head spun. What was I supposed to do?

But Nesri only smirked. “Well, you heard the woman.”

That wasn’t what I’d hope she’d say, but I guess, what other choice did we have? “Of course.” I bowed slightly and held out a hand, probably too formal but if it was a show they wanted then it was a show they’d get. “Shall we?”

She took my hand and we started dancing in front of the gathered crowd, bathed in their shallow oohs and aws. This close in a slow-song dance, whatever it was that Triel had done to Nesri’s face was nice. Makeup shimmered in spots of light like shining fish under clear waters. It was almost strange to see her all dressed up like some proper high-class lady after all the pestering she’d put me through all last week.

She leaned close, grinning up at me. “You’re still cute when you’re flustered.”

I rolled my eyes, grappling with what to say. My tongue still felt twisted under so many eyes watching us. “I’m just not used to it, that’s all.”

Nesri glanced at them, watching, chattering to each other. “I wouldn’t have wanted this to be our first dance, with Capitol idiots insisting on it, but—" She turned back to me, a smirk pulling at her face. “I couldn’t have asked for a more handsome partner.”

Again? I shrugged. “I mean, my mother did say I was vain.” Though she hadn’t meant it as a compliment. “Guess it paid off.” I grinned, raising my eyebrows before changing the subject. “At least none of them are probably going to throw food at us, unlike some people.”

She gasped, mocking insult. “I would never! I can’t imagine anyone would do something so horrendous.” She matched my grin, but something seemed to catch her eye. She peered over my shoulder and I could feel her stiffen under my hands. “Shit.” Nesri ducked her head down as if hiding behind me. “Churi is here.”

“What?” I twisted, glancing back at whatever it was that she’d seen. Standing in the crowd was that man from the TV demonstration. “Damn it, of course he’s here. Would he recognize you?”

She nodded. “He would recognize me. And he’s staring right at us. Shit.”

I lowered my voice and leaned closer, keeping our words between us. “I saw a door with a lock down the hall.” I paused, watching for her reaction. “Looked like a bathroom maybe, but it might work.”

Nesri peeked up over my shoulder again, eyes flickering as she searched until an insincere smile replaced her worry. “Nah. He’s gone. It’s fine. He’s the kind that won’t alert the peacekeeprs because he’s planning on a confrontation of his own, so if I avoid him, we’ll be fine.” She looks around again, eyes resting this time on our onlookers with a laugh. “I think they’re expecting a kiss at the end of this song.”

Huh? I baulked, but after a glance at the crowd, she might have been right. We had to have at least a quarter of the guest around now. “Better they remember a show than strange people sneaking around the ship, right?”

Nesri grinned and the song started to slow and fade. I hesitated a heartbeat. I’d never done this before, how was it supposed to go? Hopefully this would work. I dipped her down, holding her suspended with a arm across her back. She reached up and pulled me closer, hands running through my hair as our lips met. She was warm, and smelled like whatever fancy perfume Triel must have given her. It suited her, misty and fresh. I could feel my face flush, heat spreading across my cheeks. With the onlookers celebrating, this wasn’t how I’d imagined my first kiss would be, but at least I couldn’t complain about the partner.

The other guests started to go their own ways as soon as we pulled apart, already looking for the next interesting thing. I braced myself for Nesri to mock my blushing, but instead she looked serious.

“Please don’t tell anyone about Churi being here. I don’t want to make them more worried.” She swallowed. “He’s probably only here for me. So, I’m the only one who needs to worry.”

“Fine.” I held her a moment more before bringing her back up to her feet. “But that doesn’t stop me from worrying.” Already it started to gnaw at my stomach. The last time someone tried to convince me I didn’t have to worry about them, he nearly died. He’d thought no one could help him. “You said he isn’t physical but may I remind you Asher is trained as an exorcist? I wont tell him anything, but you’re not here alone Nesri.”

She smiled, but I couldn’t believe it was genuine. “The Shades aren’t really so much spirits as different species from us. I don’t know if he’d be able to help. But thanks.”

Before could think of something else to say, she gave me a quick hug and walked away. What would happen if he found her? What was I supposed to do? Last time someone tried to tell me to stay out of it, to not help, to not come for him and I did, he tried to kill me, but would it have ended better if I hadn’t found him? It could have been worse.

I sighed, turning and slipping through the crowd before I could draw too much attention. Maybe he wouldn’t even find her, wouldn’t end up causing problems before we got off this shop.

I hadn’t seen anyone for a while, but the others had to be nearby, right? There was only so many places they could be on an enclosed boat after all. I stood by one of the tables, craning my neck to see if I could see anyone, but so far no luck.

Something pressed into my hand. The avox girl passed by, a tray in her other hand and her eyes ahead like she hadn’t even noticed me. I curled my fingers around the scrap of folded paper and quietly slipped away back to the room where there’d hopefully not be as many curious eyes.

As soon as the door closed I unfolded the paper. Two sheets of paper that looked like they’d been torn out of the back of some kind of manual maybe, with writing and diagrams scrawled all over the empty spaces. Written in small writing, she’d crammed line after line detailing events schedules down to what meals would be served when and what they were. Diagrams of what looked like the ship’s layout, access codes, passengers of note, members of Snow’s security detail, Snow’s security plans…

My eyes rested on a single sentence written at the top of one of the pages.

My name is Amy.

I carefully refolded the papers and tucked it into one of my pockets, pushing it deep enough it’d be safe from falling out. Perfect

#whg 14 #writeblr hunger games #cirrus #I figured I'd stop tagging some of the others now #since it's pretty far out now lol

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asphalt-cocktail · 5 years

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For the Sake of Content- Chapter 4

Chapter 4: It’s an Experience

Summary: After walking in on your long-term boyfriend, Harrison, cheating on you and then losing your job the following day; your find yourself broke, jobless, and single for the first time in a long while. In order to make ends meet, your best friend since college, Freddie, suggests you start soliciting explicit photos of yourself, not only to help boost your confidence but to help pay the rent for his band mate’s apartment you just moved into.

A/N: I am loving all of the asks about FSC that I have been getting! I’m so happy that everyone is enjoying it so far because I’m having a lot of fun writing it! This chapter features some exciting stuff and fun interactions between Freddie, Roger, and Reader! So I hope you all enjoy it! I love all of the reblogs, comments, likes, and asks I’ve been getting so keep them coming!

Pairing: Roger Taylor x F!Reader

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex work, masturbation, sexual tension, some friendly banter between roger and reader, really corny dirty talk, it makes sense when you read it, not proof read.

Word Count: 2.7k

18+ if you are a minor do NOT interact with this post. This is fictitious content and I own nothing.

You felt out of place to say the least, you most certainly did not like meeting new people, but the cheap vodka and sprite in your solo cup had helped ease your nerves. You were introduced to Brian the guitarist who insisted he knew more than just Wonderwall, John the bassist who was quiet, but you found that he was the perfect counter to Freddie’s eccentric attitude.

Right now, you parked yourself at the bar next to John’s girlfriend, Veronica, she was nice and promised you that their show was going to be worth leaving your house. You sure hoped it was, you thought as you drank beer after beer to help the time pass. It apparently worked because before you knew it the MC was announcing their band, Queen.

They were loud.

That was the first thought that crossed your mind and the next thought? Freddie’s charisma was off the charts. You knew he was quite the charming person and could sell honey to a bee, but this was otherworldly. Despite the bar being filled with roughly 200 people it felt as though this were your own personal show and Roger? Well the interaction between Freddie and Roger wonderfully showcased their friendship. The moment Freddie turned around and stood in front of Roger and his set, the wider his grin got and the harder he beat his drums.

It was an experience, you couldn’t help but tap your toes and bob your head to the music. Your face felt hot and a tense feeling settled in your stomach, Roger looked hot. You hated to admit it, but the fiery look in his eyes was simply hypnotic and his tastefully messy hair clumped together at the base of his neck with sweat caused you to clench your thighs together. The way he moved his arms seemed almost automatic and on particularly intense songs he would throw his head back and spit before facing the crowd once more with furrowed brows.

It was an experience to say the least and the experience would continue to the after party. You soon found yourself swept away by Freddie and co. to the night club your college friend frequented. The music pounded so loudly you could feel it in your chest and the alcohol warmed your body while you swayed to the rhythmic beats, laughing with Freddie while the two of you danced.

“How is living with Roger?” Freddie asked, sipping his strong vodka-cran through a tiny straw.

You pursed your lips “Well, he never does dishes and eats all my food.” You frowned, thinking about how you always caught him rummaging through your designated cupboard of snacks.

Fred shrugged, “Yeah, he does that; which is why you have to buy Roger snacks and you snacks.” He noted the look of disbelief on your face, “That’s what I had to do when we lived together. It’s even worse when he has a girl there for weeks at a time.” Fred rolled his eyes remembering the afternoons Roger’s most recent flavor would rummage through his cupboards.

“Roger actually hasn’t had anyone over since I’ve moved in.” You pointed out, “I think he’s all just talk,” You said turning around, locking eyes with Roger who was sulking at the bar.

Freddie smirked and nudged you, “Aw, look at the poor boy, go buy him a couple shots so he can loosen up!” Fred shoved you in Roger’s general direction.

“Fine, fine,” You frowned and walked up to Roger reaching out and grabbing his arm “Why the long face, Roomie!” You said wrapping your fingers around his wrist, “Come on, I’ll buy you a shot to help ya loosen up.” You leaned on the bar, waving down the bartender and ordered a round of lemon drops.

Roger couldn’t help but break into a small smile, “I am loosened up.” He protested, still taking the shot from you and downing it.

You rolled your eyes dramatically, “Is that why you’re over here brooding?” You asked, arching your brow and taking your shot. You tugged on Roger’s arm playfully, “Need a wingman? I can help you.” you said shooting him a wink.

Roger let out a soft laugh and shook his head, “No, that’s fine. Brian swooped in on the girl I was eyeing up anyways.” He said reaching his free arm under the collar of his loose button down to scratch his collar bone.

“Then dance with me!” You grinned and before he had a chance to protest you were already tugging him onto the packed dance floor, the loud music drowning out whatever answer he may have given you.”

Your bodies were pressed together without any effort due to the crowd on the dance floor and you put Roger’s hands on your waist, turning to face him “Come on, Rog, dance!” You pressed, grinning and placing your hands flat against his chest.

Roger grinned back down at you, “You know, you’re a lot less boring when you’re drunk.” He mumbled as he began to sway to the music playing in the background.

The flashing lights blinked in tune with the music and you found yourself frowning “I’m not boring!” You protested.

Roger flashed you a teasingly skeptical look before you turned around and moved your hips, purposefully pressing them against his crotch. Roger’s breath hitched in the back of his throat as he looked down at you, bent down in front of him with his hands on your hips while you were wantonly grinding against him. Perhaps you weren’t that boring after all.

You leaned your back against Roger’s chest and sighed when you felt his hands rubbing up and down your sides. You reached one of your hands back and placed it on the side of his neck, burying it into his soft locks and nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck. You felt him shudder against you when you scratched your finger nails against the his skin and smirked, “You look good when you drum.” You murmured into his ear, your lips dancing dangerously close to the sweaty skin on his neck.

A laugh rumbled from Roger’s chest, “Yeah?” He responded back, his mind distracted by your hips grinding against him, “I could see you eye fucking me from across the bar.” He responded, his hand dancing dangerously close to the band of the leather skirt Fred made you wear.

You turned back around to face him, Roger’s hands rested on your ass, cupping it, “Was I?” You asked skeptically. Roger pushed your hips closer against the now present lump in his pants and you lightly jumped at the feeling “That better be your wallet, Taylor.” You stated, quirking your head towards him.

Roger hummed in response, keeping you pulled tightly against him, “Bar closes soon, we were going to catch an uber-” Fred came up, putting his head between the two of you, “Oof, make sure to leave room for Jesus, you two.” He mumbled motioning to the obvious lack of space between your bodies.

You both sprang apart at his sudden presence, “You aren’t going to fuck… are you?” Freddie asked arching his brow and glancing from you to Roger who held his hands crossed over his lap.

You both shook your heads no.

“Never.”“Course not.”You both answered at the same time before shooting the other an annoyed glance.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Fred mumbled under his breath, “Anyways, we are catching rides out of here before the fare skyrockets at bar close, you lot down to split a lift?” You nodded your head, whatever it took to save money you were more than open to.

Unfortunately, the rideshare algorithm had other plans when a four-seater car came to drive the six of you home. Naturally you and Roger backed out “We’ll just split a lyft home, we are going to the same place anyways.” You mumbled waving an apprehensive Freddie goodbye as he rode off with Brian, John, and Veronica.

You leaned on the wall of the bar while Roger arranged for the ride home. A cloud of residual sexual tension hung over the two of you and continued to fog your mind while you watched Roger load into your ride share. You let out a puff of air and climbed in the back after him; instinctively Roger’s arm reached out and wrapped around your waist and pulled you flush against him.

You sighed against his touch and leaned your head on his chest, what the fuck were you even doing? To be honest, you didn’t even know yourself, you just knew that alcohol pumped through you veins with each pulsing beat of your heart and laying against Roger felt nice. The two of you laid in silence with Roger drumming absent minded beats against your shoulder.

The sudden stop of motion alerted you to your arrival. You sat up from Roger and tapped his chest, he sleepily looked at you and a soft ‘huh?’ bubbled from his chest. He’d fallen asleep during your short ride back to the apartment. “Come on, Rog, we’re home.” Home the word felt foreign falling from your lips, but you liked the feel of it.

Roger let out a soft sigh and rubbed his hands against his face, “Right,” He mumbled shuffling out after you and fumbled with his keys at the front door before finally opening it.

The two of you sat and stared at each other for a moment before Roger tore his eyes away from you and gave you a awkward wave “Night,” He said immediately shutting himself in the bedroom.

You stood in the hallway and shifted, feeling exposed due to the situation at hand before you went to bed and soon found yourself drifting off to an incredibly unsatisfactory night of sleep.

When you awoke the following morning the dull ache between your legs reminded you of the sexually charged dancing that happened the night before andRoger leaving the both of you high and dry in the hall way. You frowned, rolling over and checking your phone for the time, it was almost 1 and Roger should have already left to open the shop for the day, but given the amount of alcohol consumed and how much of a baby he was with hangover’s you couldn’t promise he was actually gone.

You were thankful your head didn’t hurt from the alcohol you consumed the previous night, but still felt gross from the layer of beer induced sweat that had seeped through your skin as you slept. So, you gathered your things and went to the bathroom to prepare for a hot shower.

Afterwards you dressed, began your live stream, and grinned seeing your regulars popping into the chat room. “Hi everyone!” You greeted in your sensually disguised voice, “I don’t know if you saw in my previous stream, but I’ve been uploading content on my snapchat, you can buy a monthly subscription for $15 or a lifetime membership for $65 and get daily content…” You continued with your typical intro and sales pitch.

Tank3939: Second stream so soon?

You read the comment and couldn’t help but smile, “Yeah, I guess I couldn’t help myself, I missed you guys so much.” You sighed out, “Let’s get this show going, shall we? For every 100 tokens I reach I’ll take off a piece of clothing.” Your ever-growing audience couldn’t see the small smirk that graced your features.

Tank3939 tipped you 50 tokens!

“Thank you, Tank! We’re halfway there” they could hear the grin in your voice as you spoke.

You let out a content sigh and rubbed your hands over the swell of your breasts, rubbing your nipples through your bra and shirt. You ached for some sort of attention.

Tank3939: what did you do yesterday, sugar?

Right, you were supposed to be interacting with your people.

“Well, I went out to the bar and we decided to call it a night, nothing as exciting as talking to you all.” You said, pinching your nipples through your shirt.

Bigboy64 tipped you 50 tokens!

The donation ping alerted you and you smirked to yourself, “All right folks, we have reached the first goal for the night” You sat up a little straighter, “Big boy, since your donation made us reach the first 100, you get to pick what I take off.”

Bigboy64: shirt, lets see those tits of urs

You nodded to yourself, and hooked your hands under your shirt, allowing it to teasingly shift up the dip in your hips and expose your tummy before you finally pulled it over your shoulders. Your breasts lifted with the shirt and bounced while still encased in your bra; once you were freed from the confines of your shirt and you shivered from the sudden cold that nipped at your skin.

Tank3939: beautiful

Bigboy64: nice tits

Mojo_Man has tipped 100 tokens!

You took a moment to rub your hands along your sides, sighing at the sensual touches you were giving yourself, “Wow, reached the next goal so quickly, Mojo what do you want me to take off next?” You asked using your arms to pop your chest out.

Mojo_Man: Pants?

That was unexpected, you thought, but stood up shimmying out of your sweatpants and flashing off your lacy black panties. You turned around, lightly moving and making your ass bounce for the audience’s entertainment and turned back around sitting on the floor.

Within the next few minutes you were totally bare, leaning back ever so slightly with your knees up and spread giving the camera a full image of your wet cunt. You dipped your fingers between them, and your hips bucked, you couldn’t help but think of Roger sleeping in the room next to you and how his thick calloused fingers would feel against you, fulling you up. “How about we up the stakes?” You asked.

Several messaged pinged in, inquiring you to elaborate your idea, “Who ever gifts me the most tokens tonight will get a private show, by yours truly.” You teased and kneaded your breast in one hand while the other circled your clit for the camera.

You reached over, grabbing a vibrator you had set out earlier and turned it on low, pressing it against your swollen clit. Your hips twitched and you let out a soft moan, moving your hips against the silicon vibrator. The ding of donations panged against your ear drums, each causing a pornographic moan to escape your lips, you hoped it wasn’t loud enough for Roger to hear and that he was actually gone to work, but at this point you didn’t know if you cared.

Your stomach clenched before you turned up the speed and stuck the slick vibrator into your wet cunt, pushing it back in forth and fucking yourself with it. You spread your legs wider, your mouth hanging ajar as breathy and unfiltered moans slipped from your mouth. It hooked just right, pressing deep inside you and brushing against your G spot causing your hips to buck against it. You inched closer and closer to your release, the metaphorical spring pulled taut in your tummy while your thighs clenched in anticipation.

When the spring broke and your walls clenched and pulsated around the vibrator you moaned, rolling your hips against the toy while you continued to fuck yourself through your release. When you finished you rubbed your slick covered hands against your thigh and checked the donation list.

Mojo_Man: 5,500

Tank3939: 3,045

Bigboy64: 1,268

Trooper74: 532

JLB1977: 275

Well, well, well, it looked like Mojo and Tank were at a little war themselves during your show. You wiped the sweat that had condensed at your forehead away and sharply exhaled, “Well, that’s all for tonight everyone, thank you for watching and Mojo Man, check your DMs later!”

You couldn’t believe you just offered a complete stranger their own private show. Your mind was swimming with nerves and after you cleaned yourself off, you messaged the mysterious newcomer to your streams.

You: Hey! Thanks for your generous donation today!

Mojo_Man: No problem, love.

God you hated small talk, no wonder why you never offered up this deal. Laying back in your bed, you chewed on your lower lip, deep in thought, talking to people was like taking a college final.

Did he want small talk? You certainly hoped he didn’t and went straight into business details.

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puckinghell · 5 years

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tyson barrie seems like the dude who thinks Christmas music should start in like fucking September. so 22 with him feels fitting.

i hate the holidays more than anything in the world and you drive me nuts because you love the holidays more than anything in the world and this is why we aren’t friends (enemies to friends to lovers hello)

—

It’s September 3rd when “All I Want For Christmas” by Mariah Carey blasts through the hallways, and you’re ready to commit murder.

“Barrie!” you yell, banging on his door. “It’s fucking September!”

The door opens and reveals Tyson, standing there in sweats and a Christmas jumper, with an annoying smirk on his face.

“Hello, roomie,” he drawls. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”

You cross your arms and glare at him; it doesn’t have the desired effect, as Tyson just laughs.

When Morgan came to you because one of his friends needed a place to live, and weren’t you looking for a roommate, you offered your spare room up without really getting any information on the guy. Morgan has been a long time friend of yours, so you figured, if he liked this guy, you would like him too.

Except then Tyson Barrie moved in with a lot of noise, and never stopped making noise after that.

He’s just… So there. Always talking, always listening to music, and he has people over way too much. Usually pretty girls that you meet early morning as they try to sneak out of the apartment, and never see again.

And now this.

“You can’t be playing Christmas music in September,” you tell him.

Tyson frowns. “Why not?”

“Because…” You pause. You know why not, but you can’t really tell him that. “Because it’s September!”

And when Tyson asks: “What do you have against Christmas, anyway?” he sounds so genuinely confused that you almost tell him.

Almost.

“None of your business,” you snap. “Just keep that shit down.” And then you stalk back to your room.

Christmas is the worst, and you should’ve known a person like Tyson would love it more than anything. It’s gonna be a long four months.

—

After that day, Tyson doesn’t play Christmas music again and you think, relieved, that he got the message. You don’t see him around the apartment as much anymore: you work long days and he spends half his nights at the rink, and the other half out wheeling girls.

You stop dreading going home so much.

It was stupid to let your guard down.

The first thing you see when you open the door to your apartment, one evening late October, is a string of Christmas lights draped over the window sill, and then you notice the soft melody of some whiny Christmas song in the background.

“Barrie!” you call out.

“Hey, Y/N!” Tyson is standing at the kitchen counter, using a roll of ducktape to tape another string of Christmas lights around the counter, and it takes everything in you to not smack the stupid thing out of his hand. “I’m decorating the apartment.”

“Decorating the apartment?” you echo, dumbly. “For Christmas? In October? Tyson, fuck, it’s not even been Halloween.”

Tyson crosses his arms, stares at you defiantly. “It’s just lights, Y/N,” he says, and he sounds properly annoyed, now. “How are you offended by lights?”

You stare at the yellow lights surrounding your window and swallow back tears. It’s not like you can just tell him, but currently, you don’t feel like you could say anything without letting him know how much this is getting to you, and that’s not what you want.

“Just take them down,” you finally say, and your voice is surprisingly steady. “Please?”

Something deflates in Tyson’s stubborn eyes, but you’re out the room too quickly the notice the pensive look on his face.

—

The entire month of November, there’s nothing Christmas related happening in your house.

It’s a surprise: every day when you get home, you expect there to be something, anything, but there’s not. Instead, Tyson seems to tread a little more carefully around you, seems to quiet himself down whenever you’re home.

You don’t like it as much as you thought you would.

One day, he’s cooking in the kitchen, but when you walk in he takes his food only half cooked and eats it in his room.

Another evening, he’s watching a movie on TV, and when you kick off your shoes by the door he’s turning off the TV and disappearing to his room.

You notice he doesn’t play music out loud anymore, not even in his room, and he doesn’t have people over either.

“I can just come to you,” you overhear him say, one time. “No, here isn’t good, my roommate is home tonight.”

It’s stupid. This is what you wanted, your peace and quiet back, and yet, every time he leaves the room without even looking at you you feel your heart sink a little deeper into your chest.

The thing is, when he moved in, you really thought this was going to be great. You really thought your lonely nights were over; he’d always be there, to hang out with and have fun with. Morgan even told you: a friend of Tyson’s is never alone when they don’t want to be.

And you know you don’t open up to people easily, and maybe you weren’t as excited about the things that Tyson wanted to do in Toronto when he just got here, but you thought you could still be friends.

Until he started bringing girls home and it hurt you more than you’d ever admit, so you decided it would be better if you weren’t friends at all.

That night, you come home after a long day of work, and Tyson is on the couch watching a Christmas movie. You know the movie, because you watched it last Christmas, on Christmas Eve while you were drowning your sorrows in ice cream and hot chocolate as you laid in bed alone and wallowed.

Tyson starts standing up, and you just snap.

“Fucking hell, Tyson, you don’t have to leave every time I come in the room, my lack of Christmas spirit isn’t contagious!”

Tyson stops dead in his tracks, turns to you, and blurts out: “I just don’t want to make it worse.”

Now you’re confused. “Make what worse?” And then Tyson goes bright red and you understand. “Morgan told you, didn’t he?”

Tyson lets out a breathy “yes” and you sigh, making your way to the couch and dropping down on it with a groan.

“My dad loved Christmas,” you start, very skillfully avoiding Tyson’s eyes as you talk. “Really got into it, every year. He’d start with the songs and the decorations the day after Halloween, and then we’d get our tree a week or so later. My mom would always tell him that if he got it so early, it’d be dead by the time Christmas came around, but he would do it anyway and then it would be dead by Christmas and he’d get a new one the day or so before.” You let out a humorless laugh.

“Then, the Christmas I turned 11, he went out to get the new Christmas tree and he never came back. I didn’t see him for 7 years, and when I turned 18, I got a Christmas card from him. He lives in Edmonton now, with his new family, and his new wife, who he apparently had been cheating with on my mom for a year before he left.”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Tyson mumbles, and it’s not until he carefully wipes at your cheek that you notice a tear is rolling down. “I didn’t know. I wouldn’t have put up the lights if I’d known.”

“How could you know?” you tell him, truthfully. “I didn’t tell you. It’s not your fault. I just… Holidays are a tough time for me. But you clearly love them, so don’t let me hold you back, okay? That would just make me feel worse.”

Tyson sighs. “You already don’t like me, associating me with the holiday you hate isn’t going to help that.”

And that, well…

You always thought Tyson didn’t really notice, that you weren’t always super friendly towards him. And you always assumed if he did notice, he didn’t care. But his voice is genuinely upset, now, and for some strange reason it makes your stomach flip; and not in a good way.

It’s not his fault that you’re too scared of liking someone, that you push yourself to hate him instead. And he shouldn’t have to pay for it.

“I don’t hate you,” you tell him, because of that. “I know I haven’t always acted like it, but I… I would like to be your friend, Tys.” You turn to him and are surprised to catch a small smile on his face. You smile back. “Just maybe start Christmas in December, like a normal person, okay?”

“Okay,” Tyson promises, and he squeezes your knee quickly before throwing himself back into the couch. “There’s this new thriller I want to see…”

—

It’s December 10th and there’s no Christmas decorations in your house.

Things have been going well with Tyson: it’s finally like how you imagined it would be when he moved in. You have dinner together at least twice a week, watch Netflix on the couch, and he always makes you laugh by sending you weird memes over text, even if he’s in the same room.

Your crush on him has gotten substantially bigger, but you’re handling it - kinda - and it doesn’t have to get in the way of your friendship, so you’re content with that situation.

And since you’re his friend now, you guess you have to do something for him, today.

“Tys!” you call out, as soon as you step in the door. “I need you to help me get something from the car!”

Tyson comes out of his room, wrapped up in a hoodie and wearing some ridiculous fuzzy slippers that you’re pretty sure Nate sent him from Denver.

“But it’s cold outside,” he whines, sidestepping you when you try to shove him. Instead, he wraps an arm around your shoulder and presses a wet kiss to the side of your head.

He’s been doing that lately, greeting you with hugs when you come home. It’s stupid, because it makes you want things you can’t have, but you’re not strong enough to tell him not to do it.

“I promise you it’s worth it.”

Tyson shoots you a look, but he dutifully starts making his way downstairs.

When he finally comes back up, his eyes are shining with excitement and his nose is red from the cold. Behind him, he’s dragging a giant Christmas tree.

“You got us a tree?” he yells from the door, and he sounds so happy that you decide it was worth the ten thousand pine needles that are now surely in your car.

Tyson puts the tree up, sets up the lights, but when he’s ready to start decorating he calls you over.

“I don’t think I’m in the mood for decorating, Tys,” you try to get out of it, but Tyson has grabbed your hand and is dragging you towards the tree. He stops right in front of it, and takes an ornament from the box at his feet.

He hands it to you. “Come on,” he says. “This is our first Christmas together, our first tree. We have to decorate it together.”

And it’s… too much, the excitement in his eyes, the fondness in his voice, too much to say no to, so you dutifully put the ornament in the tree. Tyson hooks an arm around you from behind.

“One ball at a time,” he jokes, and you can’t help but giggle as you lean into him.

—

It’s December 22nd and Tyson is leaving tomorrow.

“You can come with?” he offers, for the millionth time.

“I told you, I’m not gonna ruin your family’s Christmas with my sour mood,” you tell him. You’re curled up on the couch with a blanket, watching Home Alone - the only Christmas movie Tyson has been able to force you to watch, cause it’s just that good - with the tree standing tall behind you.

Tyson is sitting at your feet, one hand wrapped around your ankle. You can tell he’s overthinking stuff, because he’s got a deep frown etched into his forehead.

“I don’t want you to be alone on Christmas,” he says, finally. He kinda just blurts it out while the McCallister family finally get reunited with Kevin.

“I will be fine, Tys,” you tell him fondly. It means a lot that he cares, but you don’t want him to ruin his Christmas over it.

To be honest, so far December hasn’t nearly been as bad as all the other Decembers. Tyson has convinced you to like, in no particular order, Christmas lights, Christmas drinks from Starbucks, gingerbread men, and ugly Christmas jumpers, especially when Tyson is wearing one himself.

It’s only the tree, really, that kinda leaves a bad taste in your mouth, but it made Tyson happy enough that it’s worth it.

“I know,” Tyson says softly, “I just wish Christmas would be more than just fine for you, you know?”

“You should be proud,” you laugh, “every year before this Christmas has been torture but now it’s fine. That’s an improvement, you know, and it’s thanks to you.”

Tyson has a weird look on his face when he looks at you, and you’re just about to make a stupid joke to get out of the awkward silence, when suddenly he’s leaning forward.

“Tell me if this isn’t okay,” he mumbles, and you say nothing. Finally, his lips touch yours; tauntingly softly, and you reach forward to pull him closer.

The kiss is everything; it makes your world spin and slow down at the same time, makes something warm and comfortable settle in the pit of your stomach.

Eventually, Tyson pulls back, just enough that you can see him smile.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N,” he mumbles, and then he drops his head in your lap and focuses on Home Alone.

“Merry Christmas, Tys,” you tell him.

And you think that maybe, this year, and every year from now on, it will be.

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figchn · 4 years

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CHAPTER 2

April Showers: Expect the Expected and then Some...

continued from Chapter 1

“Did you see how her face turned white like this?” Faustina’s poor attempt at imitation did little to calm Puri’s nerves.

“But you’re all right now, aren’t you?”, Faustina’s eyes crinkled into half-moons as she turned towards the other girl and patted her on the shoulder. Puri replied with a small smile and a nod.

“Are you sure? It doesn’t seem like it with your hands gripping so tightly on your cup.” The faintest of lines formed on Faustina’s forehead “Say, did my brother say anything strange or funny to you earlier?”

“Why do you always think so lowly of me, Tining?” Fabian groaned.

He had been smoking in the far end of the room beside the large windows that looked into the garden below. The next moment, he was leaning over the center table and taking out his cigar on the carved ashtray that lay on it.

“She’s just shy. Aren’t you, Puri?, he smiled as he glanced towards her.

Puri restrained flinching. There was something uncomfortable being given a nickname by someone who was, after all, practically a stranger. She stood up and set her teacup and saucer on the table.

“May I excuse myself for a moment?”

Puri locked the door behind her and glanced at her reflection. The mirror’s gilded frame did nothing but highlight her frazzled appearance. She made a face at her faded dress that had the color of, and looked as fresh as a bunch of dried leaves. Usually, she dressed up as nicely as she could because she did give a lot of importance to appearance. It was just that she didn’t think she had to worry so much about that when she took the early morning train that day. She felt some shame being in the same room as the Fajardo siblings and the realization made her think even smaller of herself.

Puri could not help but wonder at how she got herself into this situation in the first place. Was not the fence built to keep strange people like her away? Even with how polite and charming they had, so far, been to her, she knew enough to know that they inhabited a world quite different from hers.

For one, theirs was a world with the true marvel that was indoor plumbing, she thought while staring at the sparkling sheen of the porcelain toilet. Maybe they had invited her in out of pity after they had seen her tattered suitcase and had heard the badly timed growling of her stomach. Puri shook her head at the memory. Consoling herself, she thought, “They probably asked me on a whim. These rich people are always bored. If they want someone to play with, and then play with them I shall.”

Puri took one last deep breath before stepping out of the washroom. Feigning confidence, she strutted down the hallway leading back to the living room. Before she could turn the corner, a figure emerged from the opposite direction causing her to stumble backward. Puri stopped her backward momentum a step before crashing into glass case of a life-sized statue of Saint Anne who soon received a short prayer of apology from the girl.

When Puri looked back, she saw the man from the corner turned towards her. She couldn’t quite make out his face with the light of the open windows coming in from behind him. Puri opened her mouth to apologize but before she could make any sound, the man turned and walked away. She decided it best to wait there for a few moments lest they suspiciously return to the living room together.

She looked around and the saints that lined the hallway looked down on her with their unblinking but kindly eyes. Her earlier resolve at not letting the situation get the better of her had dissolved almost completely. Scared that she might make a fool of herself once more, she walked slowly without making a sound.

“Who allowed you two to let strangers into the house?”, Puri heard a man’s voice hiss in a low tone as she neared the living room. He sat on one of the solo wicker chairs with his back turned against her and she recognized the figure belonged to the man from earlier.

“Aren’t you being too much, Milyong?”, said Faustina, pouting.

Fabian, who was still pacing around the chairs followed “Yep, and besides, Puri isn’t a stranger. Look, there she is now!”

“Well, don’t just stand there! Sit here beside me”, Faustina patted the space next to her with expectant eyes.

Puri shuffled to the chaise and hesitated a bit before sitting down. She lowered her eyes and kept them fixed on her shoes.

“My brother and I have been terrible to you, Puri. We forgot to mention that we are also guests in this house. We’re the Fajardo children, by the way, and we live down the street.”, Faustina sounded too casual to be sincerely apologetic. “But don’t worry, everyone’s welcome in the good doctor Tayson’s home. Well, at least, downstairs, anyway. Our old friend Maximiliano here just has a nasty bark, but he never bites.”

“Well, now that’s out of the way... Maxi, meet your new number one fan!”, Fabian cheered.

“We know the stuff you play isn’t much appreciated yet around these parts, so we got excited when we heard someone clap right after today’s morning performance”, Faustina added. “We thought maybe you could be friends.”

“Wouldn’t it a refreshing change from the usual jeers of the old man next door?”, Fabian chided. “Puri, go tell him how you felt about his playing. He always thinks we’re just joking when we tell him he’s good.”

Puri finally looked up and saw Milyong’s eyes studying her face behind his round spectacles. She trained her eyes on the crystal ashtray on the table, instead. “To be honest, the song you were playing had been stuck in my head all morning even before I passed by. I couldn’t remember the words to it, and I wondered if I might ever hear it again ...so I .. I was amazed to hear it here and I clapped. That’s all ”.

Milyong scoffed.

“Oh, come on, now...Milyong, is that any way to treat your guest?” Faustina frowned at him and was going to say more but was interrupted by the clock striking eight.

“Shouldn’t we be going by now? I’ll call the chauffeur.”, Fabian was out of the room in seconds.

“I almost forgot! I told you earlier that you could have one of my suitcases. I must go check if they’ve already been brought in.”, Faustina quickly rose from her seat.

“Oh no, Ma’am Faustina, thank you but I can’t accept. You’ve already given me so much ...so much food”, Puri tried to reason.

“But you only took exactly two sips of the coffee. I was watching you the whole time. Do you not like the food?” Faustina suddenly wore a grave expression which made Puri want to run away from her.

“Also, don’t call me Faustina ...” .

“I didn’t mean t-”

Faustina broke into a breathy laugh. “Just call me Tining... was what I was going to say. I’m sorry for doing that. You’re just so uptight that I couldn’t help it.” She heaved a long contented sigh before walking out the room.

Puri could see now how the two Fabian siblings were indeed related. She wondered why she didn’t dislike them even if they had acted almost like bullies, and she chided herself for making excuses for them just because they seemed to her like seraph statues escaped from church.

Thinking this, she became aware of a malicious entity that stayed with her in the room. She considered telling him goodbye then sneaking out of the house and just forgetting about the whole morning altogether. She should have been back in her own home an hour ago. Milyong was probably wishing her gone, too, which would explain the dark aura he was emanating.

The thought that he should dislike her when she hasn’t done anything began to annoy her a little. Sure, maybe she had trespassed, but that was not entirely her fault, was it? In any case, she told herself, he is the rude one in the situation. She wondered how such beautiful music could come out of such an unpleasant person. Puri glared at the grandfather’s clock in the corner and watched its pendulum bob with each long second. She heard his teaspoon swirling around his cup in an uneven rhythm. This did nothing to calm Puri’s nerves.

She was just about to ask him if he had not stirred his sugar enough yet, when he started. “The song I was playing is actually one of my favorites.”

Puri took her first good look at him. His black coat hung loosely on his frame that was slender, almost fragile, compared to the robustness of the Fajardo siblings. His features, though smaller than most, sat harmoniously on his pale face, the contrast of which, with his dark hair, eyes, and accompanying shadows, added to a general aura of melancholy, if not sickliness. His parted his hair in a style that had been last popular during the turn of century and his equally old-fashioned spectacles sat a little too large on his face. Puri thought he rather looked like the opposite of his house which she found amusing. The corners of her lips turned up involuntarily.

“Getting along well with your new friend, are you, Maxi? I hate to interrupt you two, but we have to leave now” Fabian had suddenly walked into the room.

Milyong stiffened in his seat before abruptly standing up. He paused as if he wanted to say something before leaving the room with his hands clenched to his sides. The sound of his footsteps pounded heavy and fast on the grand wooden staircase.

“Geez, what was that about....” Fabian spoke to no one in particular.

Puri tried to not visibly squirm in the backseat of the Tayson’s roomy six-seater sedan as it rolled out the driveway. She sat beside Faustina who had coerced her into being driven home by refusing to return the suitcase and its newly transferred contents that were now snuggled comfortably in the compartment.

“If it’s not too rude asking, why were you out walking so early, suitcase in hand?”, Tining’s eyes shone with curiosity.

“I was on my way home ..from Manila. I study there but we’re on our break now.”

“Oh really? Fabian and I actually study there, too, and we’d also just driven home this morning. We thought about staying there for a few days more to have some fun and all now that school’s out but we figured Milyong would miss us too much.” Faustina let out in a stream.

“Even if we see him every weekend. He may not look like it but he actually likes us” Fabian interjected from the back seat where he sat alone.

Puri thought it sensible to not reveal her address to these people she just met when Faustina asked her where she would like to be dropped off. She asked them to stop at the corner of the main road but Faustina refused on the grounds of the sky being as dark as it was midday. In the end, they eventually reached the very street of Puri’s home. It was a narrow dust road that was too narrow for the car to enter.

“Ooh what bad luck, it just started raining. Can one of you help Puri walk home? I might have packed in a fair bit of, erm, gifts in the suitcase I gave her”, Faustina watched the droplets roll of the window.

“Unfortunately, I’m stuck here so Maxi will have to do it. Besides, he is the only one not in white today.” Fabian almost but shouted from the back.

The driver gave Milyong a look as if to apologize for also being in white before the boy could whine.

Milyong climbed out, slammed the door shut and trudged to the back of a car. Moments later, he was under an umbrella and knocking impatiently on Puri’s window.

“How could you pack only one umbrella?!”, Milyong shouted over the rain.

“Oops. I guess you have to walk beside together then. The umbrella looks large enough.”, Faustina said.

“What if I just walk alone? I’ve alrea-“

“No. You won’t do anything like that.” Puri could not say no to Faustina when she used that tone of voice so she got out and quickly got under the umbrella with Milyong.

“If he gives you any trouble, just bully him like we do, and he’ll stop.”, Fabian shouted.

Milyong glared at him and shut the door even louder than before and started walking. Puri caught up with him to the back of the car.

“Well, go get your stuff. We haven’t got all day.”

Puri gave a great huff as she took the suitcase Faustina had given her. It was twice as large and probably thrice as heavy as her original luggage. ‘What in the world did Faustina put in there?’, she thought. In any case, she felt a little thankful she didn’t have to walk home alone because she indeed needed her two arms to lift the damned thing.

As soon as she had slammed the compartment shut, Milyong started walking again at a rapid pace. Puri tried to keep up but the weight of the suitcase slowed her down significantly.

“You’d get mud in your pants if you keep that up” Fabian shouted from the back window. That seemed to do the trick.

Soon, Milyong and Puri were walking side by side and saying not a word to each other. The water poured down in torrents for a few minutes and it slowed them down greatly. The strip of bare soil they were walking on had turned muddy and they spent a good deal of time trying to skip over them. Rice stalks grew tall on either side of them and seemed to drink up rain. It was still what could only be called the middle of a Philippine summer with its glaring light and stifling humidity. The rain was a welcome respite.

The smell of wet ground permeated the air. All around can be heard the sound of amphibians that had awakened. They hopped gleefully around the fields and out. One of these frogs jumped right in front of Milyong who himself jumped back. The creature hopped away unbothered to the sound of Puri’s laughter.

“How much further is this house of yours?”, Milyong fumed.

“Why? Are you scared of running into more frogs?”

“No. I just think they’re slimy and their splashing around might make my pants dirtier.”

“It is amazing how your pants are still clean.”, Puri eyed his trousers which were still immaculately black. “It would be a shame if I were to-”

“You wouldn’t dare.”, Milyong’s eyes narrowed.

Puri gave a little stomp of her foot on a muddy puddle, whose resulting splash Milyong deftly dodged.

“Stop it, you crazy woman!”

Milyong had by then taken more than a few steps back from Puri who was quickly getting wetter by the moment. Laughing under the rain like that with her disheveled hair plastered all over her face and neck, she indeed did look quite mad.

“Fabian was right. Annoying you is great fun.”

Puri suddenly found herself having enough energy to run while carrying the suitcase. She leaped at Milyong who had brought down the umbrella like a shield. The game continued on for a minute or two and greatly hastened their little expedition.

The rain, meanwhile, had quieted into a drizzle, which itself quickly faded as the sun peeked out behind the clothes. Soon, all that remained of the downpour were mud and a certain quality of stickiness to the atmosphere that was almost oppressive.

“Look.”, said Puri, out of breath. The sun had come out triumphantly and cast a golden clear light on everything. The rice fields now positively glowed and seemed like they had grown even taller.

“Oh, thank God.”

Milyong turned around to see the thatched roof of Puri’s house peeking behind a large mango tree. When he glanced back at Puri, she found her hunched over with her hands on her knees.

“Hey, are you ok?”

Puri suddenly felt light-headed and she remembered that the only thing she had eaten all day was two sips of coffee at Milyong’s house. She mentally noted never to refuse free food again.

“No, it’s fine. I can carry it on my own, thank you for your concern. “

“Ehm...are you sure? You really don’t look well.”

Milyong had started to take the suitcase handle off her hands. She quickly swatted him away.

“Yes, besides we’re almost there.”

“If you say so.”, Milyong shrugged.

Puri collected herself and her stuff for what she hoped was the last time that day. She comforted herself with the thought that she was finally almost home after an unusually long morning. She started her walk again, but it did not last very long. The last thing she saw before everything turned black was Milyong’s equally dark silhouette getting farther and farther away.

For Chapter 3, click here

Author’s Note:

this isn’t the 1920s song from the first chapter also entitled “April Showers” but I think this one fits the whole mood of the chapter better than the song that appears in the story.

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So I’m finally getting around to writing out a bunch of info about my Sander Sides au so I hope youre all ready--(its like 1 am im so sorry for any spelling mistakes and missed tags)

So its 1 am on a work night and I cant sleep and I’ve had lots of ideas and canon things for this au bouncing around my head for days and now TONIGHTS THE NIGHT ITS HAPPENING IM DELIVERING YOU ALL THE DETAILS AND EVERYTHING I CAN THINK OF AND TYPE

Also please feel free to ask about this! I know I got a few new followers from all my recent sander sides art and also thanks to @sugarglider9603 reblogging some art I made of their au I got the biggest flood of exposure and attention on my art ive ever had and I have so much to thank them for, for all recent exposure ive gotten the past couple days( theyre so sweet and lovely and easy to talk to sugar deserves all the love--) and its given me a huge surge of motivation and confidence to post this. And please, my inbox is always open to talk about my aus or my art! Ask questions, send requests, send headcanons or ideas, send fluff angst im open to anything and I try to do all requests sent to me(sooner or later)

Oh oh! and please id you catch any and all the little inspirations or anything let me know

And finally this au is a LAMP au with Remile and Demus on the side

Ahem ahem anyway onto the au!!!

More under the cut so I dont flood your screen too bad!

Ok so!

This Au was originally inspired by @residentanchor‘s amazing fanfic A Lesson in Practicality and also a little bit by @prettyinaccurate‘s fanged virgil au( I’ll get more into that further down)

So it takes place in a (currently) unnamed bigger city I based off San Francisco and Sacramento( because I live in Cali and those are the two major cities ive really visited ya know?) The boys are all in various stages of their twenties when they move into a four bedroom apartment together: Patton Foster is the oldest of the roomies at 27, then Logan Masters at 26, Roman Prince at 24, and finally Virgil Collins at 22. They move in together because it all works out for them really, the apartment is in a good distance to all their current jobs, whether by bus or even in Pat’s case in walking distance and with all four of them it was well affordable and was pretty nice. I mean hey it even came with a little communal balcony ( since theyre on third floor of the building)

Things are understandably a little rocky at first , i mean isnt it always though?

Virgil has alot of anxiety and so he tends not to talk really at all at the beginning unless he ABSOLUTELY had to, mostly communicating in noncomittal noises and soft grumbles, and he was fresh out of collage and barely two years into his job and out on his own for the first time and he wasnt really ready for it either like christ too many people

Patton was bright bubbly and caring. This wasnt his first rodeo with roomies, I mean cmon, hes been sharing a room with his older brother Damian(deceit) on and off almost all his freakin life, nor was it his first time living on his own with strangers(hes lived in two different parts of two when he was job hopping before he settled down in his current part time job)

Roman was extroverted loud and exciteable, he too was used to sharing his living space( he had TWO siblings after all) and before he had moved into the apartment he had tried living on his own and with other roommates while he attended collage, but those just didnt work out well ( he ended up staying with his older brother Remy in his studio apartment across the city while he finished out that semester and searched for a job to keep an income.

Logan was serious minded stern toned and confident, he had a minor degree in teaching that he was slowly repursueing and had been out on his own for awhile before he had moved in. And though cold at first he soon found his group of housemates...enjoyable.

Its about a month into them living together that they learn exactly why despite slowly getting close and getting to know each other Virgil still kept a wide distance: He had entirely sharp teeth.

“ I dunno....I was born with them..theyve always been a sharp pain in my ass...” - virgil, about his teeth

Of course just having sharp teeth wasnt bad enough oh no. You see a few years back when he was about 18 he was young and dumb and made horrifically stupid and reckless decisions under peer pressure and ended up doing something that not only pointedly (haha oh god im not funny) chipped his front teeth but it fucked up his teeth pretty majorly, he went from having a normal overbite to almost having a goddamn underbite and crooked all his teeth, and the only way to fix it( because somehow miraculous for all the damage done it turned out to be mostly reversable aside from the chipping) was getting braces to realign his teeth. So he’s had pretty purple braces over his fangs since he was 18 and they werent expected to come off until he was AT LEAST 25 and he was insecure about them. ( he got mocked for them through his two and a half years of junior collage)

Once the gang finds out they are understanding and helpful and dont make a big deal about it( though virgil gains a significant amount of more vampire related nicknames from roman)

Once they get close and comfortable around each other the apartment is pretty warm and lively!

Virgil works at the art store as an assistant manager and head stocker( a bit of a dream come true since he was an art student)

Roman works as a part time waiter at a family resturant as well as working at a nearby theater( he was of course a lovely theater major)

Patton worked at a nearby cafe and bakery as a bit of everything! He helped wait tables, serve behind the counter, and helped in the back in the kitchen( the owners were family friends and he’d been working there almost four to five years at that point, boi knows how to do everything)

Logan worked at a big name bookstore, and also provided tutoring sessions for highschool students on the side by commision

More FACTS~~

Family ages for the big families go as follows:

Fosters: Damian(28), Patton(27)

Prince: Remy(26), Roman(24, older twin by 10 minutes), Remus(24, younger twin)

Emile is 27 and is a licensed therapist and works as a counselor for young adults that volunteers at the nearby library to ready to children

Remy works as a coffee barista in Emile’s building

Remus does alot of odd jobs, kinda working as an independent for hire and gets a surprising steady flow of work and pay. Hes still a trash man though, but hes a successful trash man( partly thanks to Damian calling in favors with connections)

Damian works at a law firm slowly moving into the position of prosecutor

Virgil doesnt really get along with his family and at some point Emile offers to take virgil in as his adopted brother, with Damian assuring him if he wanted concrete legal papers to start changing his last name, cutting ties with his family, anything needed for it he’d see to it that they’d be providing(something our boi really appreciates)

Remy visits Emile on his breaks since hes literally just...two hallways down and vice versa

Damian and Remus live together in the next, slightly smaller city over because Damian’s work transferred him to a different office in order for him to keep moving up in the ranks so to speak.

Hes also good at what he does.

Family nights happen whenever they can

Patton got to teach them how to cook alot of complicatied dishes from scratch, a bonding time he adores

Roman got Virgil an Espeon hoodie after they all start dating and virgil loves it and wears it alot around the house because its a thicker hoodie and warm( though he tries to ignore the big ears and the obnovious tail

Virgil also loves visiting Roman’s work on what Ro likes to refer to as “ hellish days” AKA kids day which means goofy kid friendly theme days. His favorite was probably alice in wonderland day when Roman was Tweedle Dee

Roman played J.D at the local theater and likes to hum some of the his songs to switch up the Disney

The balcony is covered in houseplants and and a corner of old blankets and pillows to sit and chill on

Once a month Logan and Patton have what is affectionately referred to as the Cat Discourse

After any particularly rough days at work Patton tends to massage Logan’s shoulders and back to make sure Lo doesnt get any really bad stress knots

in return when Logan sees Patton’s head a hard day he makes Patton’s favorite drink and pulls him into a hug and let the older man fall asleep in his arms while they watch movies

Pat and roman sense each other’s bad days and order in some cliche diner food and hole up in pattons room with Pattons computer and relax the shittiness away with comedy specials and movies

Likewise Virgil has a knack of picking up Roman’s bad days and always grabs a couple glasses and a bottle kinda cheap wine and they end up curling up together on Romans bed marathoning Disney movies on Virgil’s laptop

and when Virgil closes himself off more than normal Logan manages to lure him out of his room and they end up sitting out on the balcony quietly talking and stargazing

so loving and fond and soft with each other

you hurt one of them you gonna get BEAT by the others.

Speaking of getting beat, never EVER mess with Roman or Remus in Remy’s proximity

Remy Andrew Prince can and WILL fuck you right up if you hurt his little brothers. He’s protective.

and where Remy will rearrange your face Damian will ruin you mentally and legally if you so much as mistreat a single freckle on his little brother’s face, despite knowing that Patton is fully capable of taking care of himself.

Everyone protects Virgil, dont mess with or hurt virgil or you have the pack coming for ya throat

aaaaaaaaaaaaaand thats all I have for right now! Of course more will be added but now its almost three in the morning and I have work at 1:30pm and im sleepy finally! But I hope you guys like this! And please, feel free to talk to me about it, my inbox is always open!!

Taglist: @phantommoonpeople @sweetsweetemo @loganberrysanders

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watchmegetobsessed · 6 years

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Crush // Shawn Mendes mini-series part 4

okaaay so this is the final part of this mini-series, i hope you enjoyed it! hopefully i’ll come with the next part of boundaries very soon, im working on it, promise! take care xx

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

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I keep my word. I try my best to forget about all my worries and just… chill. I spend some quality time with my family in the remaining time of the year. I mostly just help Mom with everything around the house, I go grocery shopping with Dad on the evenings and I go ice-skating with Eric once. My nerves calm down, I don’t think too much about Shawn. We keep in touch in text though, I ask him if Maddi can come along and he assures I can bring anyone I would like.

Maddi returns on the 30th and I go back to the apartment that day too. I say goodbye to everyone at home and promise to visit sometime in January as well. Maddi is already there when I arrive, her suitcase is wide open in the middle of the living room.

“Hey!” she greets me with a wide smile when she walks out of her room. We exchange a quick hug before I bring everything into my room and just leave the bags on the floor. “So, are you excited?”

“Um, a bit, but it’s fine,” I shrug.

“Cool, I’m happy you are not stressing about spending New Year’s Eve with your future boyfriend.”

I roll my eyes at her, but she just giggles to herself poking my side gently. “Okay, I promise I won’t nag you about it, let’s just have a great time tomorrow.”

“That’s a plan,” I nod agreeing.

We sleep until noon the next day knowing we wouldn’t be getting any sleep on the last night of the year. Getting ready with Maddi is like one big party. She has a playlist she always puts on, it’s full of jumpy, dynamic songs that are perfect to get you in the mood. She does my makeup using her magic skills and I end up with the most dramatic and perfect cat-eye I’ve ever seen. While she does her own I curl some light waves into my hair leaving it less bold, I definitely don’t want to look ridiculous with a too flashy look.

It’s past five when we get to the outfit part and by the time we are ready it’s surely time to leave. Shawn sent me the address earlier and it’s almost as far from our place as my home. So dressed in our partly fancy, partly cozy outfits we pile up into my car and leave.

I’m driving and Maddi is in charge of the music from my phone, so when I get a text she sees it before me.

“Oh, Popstar just texted!” She sings happily and I glance to her for a moment. “Can I open it?”

“Yeah, read it to me would you?”

“Okay, it says… Hey, just wanted to make sure you are still coming. You can park in the garage, can’t wait to see you. Ah, he is such a cutie!” She grunts in excitement but I just chuckle.

“Charlie, why are you so sceptic about him?” Twisting her body she looks at me questioning. I’m glad I have to focus on the road so I don’t have to look her in the eyes.

“I’m not sceptic,” I object, but I wouldn’t be able to say what I’m really doing.

“You are sabotaging yourself and I’m not a fan of it,” she continues. “I know Dylan screwed you over, but it has been years. Now this handsome, nice, successful Adonis is basically running after you, but I feel like you are ready to shut the door on him. Promise me you’ll be open tonight. Just go with the flow, let him charm you and let yourself fall for him a bit.”

I keep my mouth shut as a painful feeling wraps around my body, pulling me into my deep anxiety.

“But if I let myself fall for him a bit, I will fall hard. And I won’t be able to recover.”

“Recover from what? Charlie, if this guy screws you over I’m gonna do your laundry until one of us moves. I’m a hundred percent sure he is pure and perfect and I haven’t even met him!”

I don’t say anything, just keep my eyes on the road, escaping Maddi’s examining gaze.

“Charlie?” she calls out.

“What?” I snap letting out a tired sigh.

“Promise me! Please!”

“Okay, I promise. I promise that I will let him charm me,” I say grudgingly earning a round of applause from her.

Not that he hasn’t already charmed me, I think to myself, but decide to keep this small little detail to myself.

Shawn’s place is… amazing, but I don’t know what I was expecting, he has the money to have a home like in a catalogue. It’s modern, has a lot of rooms, a huge kitchen and his TV could fit our TV in it like ten times. And the view is the most amazing thing about the whole place. I can clearly see the CN Tower through the window and there is a nice and comfy sitting area right at the window. I imagine him sitting there in the night, watching the lights of Toronto and playing the guitar.

I don’t actually meet Shawn in the first twenty minutes, but I do see some people from my high school and it’s making me feel weird at first. My high school years weren’t the best and because of Dylan I was quite a controversial person. Half of the people hated me for dating him and then the other half tried to be friends with me so they could get to Dylan, but since Dylan was such an asshole I never really made friends with anyone. Now they are weirdly staring at me from the distance, only a few of them actually dare to come up to me.

Maddi is having a blast, but I’m not even surprised. She has always been great at making friends, her nature is just simply so easy-going and open, she can charm anyone in a minute. We are chatting with a guy who graduated a year before me, I think his name is Chris, when I go to get a drink and actually look for Shawn. I make my way into the spacious kitchen that is filled with people, I look around but I don’t see him anywhere. I lean against the counter and pulling my phone out of my pocket I start typing a message to him, but I don’t get to finish it.

“Well, hello there, Charlie!”

Glancing up I find a smiley Shawn right in front of me, a Corona in his hand, his eyes beaming at me. I quickly forget about the message and curl my arms around his neck pulling him into a hug.

“Hey! I thought you are not even here!” I giggle sliding my phone into my back pocket and turning all my attention to him. He is looking amazing, as always wearing a khaki long sleeved shirt with black skinny jeans, his curls are messily framing his face and for a moment I feel like I need to run my fingers through them, but I control myself.

“Sorry, I’ve been all around the place.”

“It’s fine, you are the host,” I smile at him.

To his suggestion we take a shot as a welcome drink and then he hands me a beer just to start my evening properly. We stay in the corner of the kitchen talking, but mainly it’s just me listening to him and getting lost in his features.

I completely forget about Maddi and the drink I promised to get her and only remember it when she shows up in the kitchen. Her face is a bit upset at first but the moment she lays her eyes on the tall guy next to me she forgets about that drink completely.

“Hey there!” she chirps smiling, eyeing Shawn from head to toe.

“Um, Shawn this is my roomie, Maddi. Maddi this is-“

“Shawn Mendes,” she chimes in holding out a hand for him that he takes grinning.

“Nice to meet you, Maddi. I hope you are having a good time,” Shawn says handing her a beer as well which she takes gladly.

“It’s nice, you got an amazing place gotta admit.”

“Thank you. Though I’m not here that much.”

“I can housesit for you sometime. Anyway, I heard a lot about you lately.” Her eyes turn to me and I immediately feel myself blushing. She is not gonna bust my crush on him, right?

“Really?” Shawn’s eyebrows raise and he glances at me playfully.

“You know, I told her about our stressing reuniting,” I chuckle nervously and think about having another shot to make my anxiety go away. I’m truly fearing that Maddi will say something awkward in front of him and I really don’t want that.

“It was… surprising, yeah,” he chuckles nodding his head, causing a curl of hair to fall to his forehead. My eyes follow the shape of it until he combs it back with his fingers and catches me staring. I quickly turn away feeling my cheeks turn even redder than before, but luckily he doesn’t mention it.

“Mhm, and I heard about other stuff too,” she adds with a knowing look and God, I just want her to stop talking even though I love her to death. Shawn’s eyes shift between us as I dart her a deathly stare and she finally gives in. “Alright, I’ll look for that cute guy I’ve been eyeing, you two have fun. Charlie, text me if you need me,” she shrugs already turning away to search the place for the guy.

Shawn mumbles a bye to her before she disappears and we are alone, well, as much as you can be alone in a crowded apartment.

We stay in the kitchen, but privacy is not really a thing when you are hosting a party. People keep coming up to Shawn and being the sweet person that he is he doesn’t turn anyone down, but because of this I feel like I’m keeping him up. After all, I’m also just a guest and I shouldn’t own him from all his friends.

When he is talking to this guy he used to work with I decide it’s better if I look for Maddi and let him do his business for a while, hoping to get back to him around midnight, which is only an hour away. I grab my drink, a vodka soda he made for me and with an excusing smile I’m about to leave the conversation I wasn’t even part of, but his hand finds my wrist and he pulls me back. The force of the pull smacks me against his body a bit, giving him the chance to put his arm around my waist and giving it a gentle squeeze and honest to God, this is the smoothest move I’ve ever seen.

I’m blushing like a school girl, standing close to him with his arm around my waist and my smile is so wide I probably look like a fool. He keeps me by his side until the guy leaves and his hand doesn’t move even after that. Not like I would want it to, or like I would want to leave him, I’m feeling better than ever with him and at first I thought it’s just the alcohol, but I’m barely just tipsy, it’s all him.

Not much before midnight I excuse myself to the bathroom. We are sitting on his couch and he unwillingly but takes his hand off my waist so I can stand up, but before I could slip out of his hold he grabs my wrist and holds me back.

“You’re coming back, right? We only have twenty minutes until midnight.” His eyes are fixed on my face and I smile at him kindly as I place my free hand on his on my wrist and give it a squeeze.

“I’m coming back,” I tell him and he finally lets go of me.

There are two people waiting for the bathroom so I stand in line patiently. I keep checking the time making sure I don’t run out of it. I’m excited for midnight and I can’t even lie, I’m hoping Shawn feels the same. From the last few hours I’m guessing he is, but first I have to make sure to be there when the clock hits midnight.

When I finally finish my business I only have five minutes left. I make my way back to the living area looking for Shawn. Soon I spot him on the couch, almost where I left him and a smile spreads across my lips, but as I’m approaching it soon fades away when I see that he is not alone, and I know exactly who is sitting next to him, laughing along with him on something.

Lauren seems comfortable next to him, her long legs are crossed and her whole body is tilting in his direction. I remember what Shawn told me about their relationship, that he only dated her just to distract him, but seeing them so close and smiley is more painful that I would have expected it.

Suddenly I feel like I don’t belong here. Looking around I see all these people I used to see every day but I don’t even know them, and maybe I don’t know Shawn at all either.

The guests start buzzing as everyone realizes how close midnight is. The excitement is rising and everyone is finding the person they want to celebrate with while I push my way through them and with a glass of champagne someone hands me I exit to the balcony seeking some privacy.

As the glass door shuts behind me the chattering and music fades and the cold Toronto air hugs me around. The lights are still breath-taking, I step to the railing and stare at the CN Tower in the distance. I wrap my arms around my body trying to keep my heat, but it’s useless, though I don’t want to go inside just yet. Maybe I’ll just freeze to death here until Maddi finds me and we go home. Standing there I contemplate on everything that has happened to me in the past years. Seeing Shawn with Lauren really hit me hard, I guess I should have just listened to my brain. Maybe I’m upset because I feel like he lied to me when he said his relationship with Lauren was nothing. Maybe he said the truth but he has been rekindling it lately and it is something to him now. I never really knew Shawn and there is a chance I read the signs incorrectly, maybe he has been just extremely friendly all along. After all, he himself said that he is over his crush on me, I shouldn’t have let Maddi make me believe there could be something between us.

I can hear as the people start the countdown inside and I bring my glass to my mouth, getting ready to start the new year with the champagne, totally alone.

“Four!... Three!... Two!... One! Happy New Year!” Everyone chants inside as screaming and laughter follows the wishes.

I take a sip from my drink and just when I’m about to turn around and go back to escape the cold I hear he door opening and closing, then a familiar voice speaks up.

“You said you’d come back.”

When I turn around Shawn is standing there, his hands are in his pocket and he doesn’t seem too happy. I’m lacking the right words, I’m not sure why he is standing here, he should be making out with Lauren on the couch.

“I um… I just wanted some fresh air,” I say not really sure about what should be said. He walks closer and stops two steps away from me. He is so tall, but his features still amaze me even in the dim lighting. His silhouette is shining as the light is coming from behind.

“At midnight? Who wants to be alone at midnight?” he shakes his head with a confused chuckle. I just shrug my shoulder. No one wants to be alone at midnight, and that includes me as well.

“Charlie I-“ he starts but then just ends it with a sigh as his eyes roam around the city skyline before they return to me. “I was hoping to celebrate the New Year with you,” he then says.

“Me? Why not Lauren?” I ask before I could think twice. He furrows his eyebrows.

“Lauren? What are yo- Charlie, you saw me with her and came out here to be alone at midnight?”

“No?” I say severely ashamed of this fact. It sounds dumb now that I heard it from him.

“She just came up to me while you were alone, but left before midnight to be with her boyfriend. Because she has one and she wants nothing from me, we’ve been friends since we broke up.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me, Shawn.”

“Yes I do. Because…” He pulls his hands out of his pockets and reaches for my free hand and takes it between his warm palms. I look down at our hands and up at his face as he takes a step closer to me. “Because I don’t want you to think I’m into anyone. Look, I’m terrible with talking about my feelings, I only write songs about them, but I can’t just start singing all the time,” he chuckles and it makes me smile too. My heart is pounding against my ribcage as I’m waiting for him to continue. “Remember when I told you I was over my crush on you?” he asks.

“Yes,” I nod shortly.

“I lied,” he straight up says making my suck my breath in. “Charlie, I still have the biggest crush on you. When you walking into our house at Christmas I knew I was screwed because I felt just the same as in high school even though I really thought I was over it. And then it just got worse because we started hanging out and you are such a sweet soul and so kind. By the end of our little nostalgia walk I was… head over heels in love with you again, or maybe I’ve always been, I don’t know. But what I know is that I really wanted to be with you midnight because I’ve been building up my courage to kiss you and you just ruined my whole plan,” he chuckles nervously and I can’t help but laugh with him. He really did just turn everything around in a few minutes.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin your plan,” I finally tell him earning a boyish smile that looks so good on him, I could just kiss him right away, but I give him the opportunity to take that first step himself.

“It’s alright. But I guess you owe me something now.” “Oh really?” I giggle biting into my bottom lip and he moans painfully.

“Oh my God, Charlie, stop biting your lip! It’s making me crazy, for real.”

“Sorry!” I laugh but when his large hands slide to my jaw and tilt my head upwards I immediately stop. He leans in, but stops right before our lips could meet.

He doesn’t say anything, just examines my face and I’m just about to ask him what’s wrong when he finally kisses me. I melt into his hands, his lips fit mine perfectly as they are moving against them slowly. I bring both of my hands to his wrists, wrapping my free one around his and because I’m still holding the champagne in my hands I can only brush my knuckles to his skin with my other hand. He is taking it slow, lazily nibbling on my bottom lip, taking his time savoring me and I’m perfectly fine with it. Moments pass by and we part when I jump from someone screaming inside. His face is still just a few inches away from me, his warm palms are on my cheeks.

“Why did you stop before it?” I question curiously.

“Because I let my high school self admire the moment he has been longing after since day one.”

His words melt me and instead of saying anything I just pull his head down and kiss him again. And again, and again…

My fingers are drumming against the wheel as I’m rolling in the traffic, singing along the song blasting through my car’s speakers.

“Be my summer in a winter day love…”

The sun is beaming which is odd in the middle of February in Toronto, but I’m not complaining. The warm rays are caressing my skin and the smile on my face is wider than ever. As I reach my old neighborhood I let out a satisfied sigh. I park down on our driveway and grabbing my bag from the car I head to the front door.

“Hello! I’m home!” I sing loudly when I walk into the house. I spot dad on the couch, probably watching a documentary. He smiles at me widely as he walks over and hugs me.

“Hey Chipmunk, how are you?” he asks walking back to the couch.

“Everything is fine,” I smile. I head to the kitchen and find Mom at the stove and I can smell the chili from the doorway.

“Hey! Are you hungry? It’s almost done,” she says caressing my face when I stop next to her.

“Yeah, thank you.”

“Charlie!” Erik barks when he walks into the kitchen through the backdoor. We exchange a highfive and he immediately tries to sneak a spoonful of the chili, but Mom quickly smacks his hand away from the pot. “When do you want to leave?”

“Leave?” Mom asks lifting his head. “She just got here!”

“Not leave leave, we are going over to the Mendes house,” I explain and Mom’s smile immediately grows wide.

“Is Shawn back in town? Why don’t you invite him over for dinner?”

“Because we have dinner plans,” I chuckle at her enthusiasm. Her disappointment amuses me, she is really fond of the whole Mendes family.

First Aaliyah made my brother fall in love and become a more decent person we’ve ever thought he would turn out to be. Then dinner at their house at Christmas was nice, she found so much in common with Karen, Eric told me they met up twice since then. And the latest news of me and Shawn getting together threw her over the edge. When I told her a few weeks ago I thought she would start crying over the phone.

“I told you! I told you he would be great for you!” she told me with joy-filled voice and I just rolled my eyes, but I knew she was right.

Things has been going better than ever. New Year’s Eve changed everything, I went to Shawn’s place single but left taken by none other than one of the most famous singers in the world. To be honest I had my doubts and fears, but it turns out Shawn and I can make things work easier than I thought. We had our first official date two days after the party and had several since then, but we agreed on taking it slow. Meeting again was quite sudden and we have a lot to adjust in this new situation. He left Toronto two weeks ago and I haven’t seen him since then meaning we spent Valentine’s Day apart and this is why we are holding our own V-Day now. It’s an understatement to say that I’m excited to see him again, but spending time apart was actually kind of useful, because I started to get used to the fact that we can never be like other couples, his work will take him away a lot and until I finish school I can’t always go with him.

“Okay, but we have to have dinner together sometime, like an official thing,” Mom says bringing me back from my thoughts that are already a few streets away.

“It’s not like you haven’t met him,” I point it out but she shoots me a look.

“Yes, but you weren’t dating him then. I haven’t seen him since Christmas and I would love to have him over for dinner.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to him about it,” I sigh giving in knowing she won’t stop nagging me about it.

Eric and I leave soon to meet our spouses at the Mendes residency. I have never thought I would ever be going to my boyfriend’s house with my brother, or date my brother’s girlfriend’s brother. Or that I would date a famous person. Of course, Shawn is not like a celebrity for me, he is an old friend, someone I’ve known in the past, someone who I’m happy I met again.

“So… How are things with Shawn?” Eric asks breaking the silence between us as we are walking down the empty streets of our neighborhood.

“Um, good! I have to get used to a lot of things, but it’s going great.”

“Charlie, I have to tell you something,” he then sighs nervously making me look at him suspiciously.

“What?” In the blink of an eye millions of theories run through my mind about what he could be hiding, neither of them seems too great so my anxiety is slowly creeping its way up on my spine.

“You remember when I said I didn’t think you’d care about the whole Shawn is Aaliyah’s brother thing?”

“Yeah?!”

“Well, that wasn’t true.”

“Eric, what did you do?” I gasp completely blown.

“It’s not that big of a thing! But… Aaliyah might have known about his crush on you and she might have told me about it. The dinner was about to happen at another time but we convinced everyone it’s better if you and Shawn are there too, this is why it was held at Christmas, because that was the only date when both of you were home.”

“Eric! I asked you specifically about this and you acted like you knew nothing!” I gasp in total disbelief how my little brother and his girlfriend just played me.

“Don’t be mad, it all turned out well!” He laughs nervously and I guess he is right. If it wasn’t for their little plan I wouldn’t be with Shawn right now. I might have never knew how he felt in the first place.

“I’m not mad, but next time let me know when you want to set me up.” I narrow my eyes at him and he holds his hands up nodding.

“Promise!”

Arriving to the Mendes house Aaliyah welcomes us and invites in. Looking around I don’t see Manny or Karen anywhere which is odd. I thought they would enjoy an evening to themselves now that we are all going out tonight.

“They are not home,” Aaliyah tells me smiling as she is putting her coat on. “You should take your jacket off by the way,” she suggests and I look at her confused.

“Why? We are going out too.”

“No, we aren’t,” I hear Shawn’s voice coming from upstairs and a moment later he appears in a dress shirt tugged into his deep blue pants. He looks hot as always, and the smirk on his face is just irresistible.

For a moment I don’t even process what he just said, I’m more focused on him and seeing him again. When he reaches the last step he immediately wraps his arms around my waist pulling me close to him and kissing me. I cup his face in my palms as I kiss him back and savor his sweet lips. It takes a few moments for the pink cloud do disappear and then my brain finally starts functioning again.

“So what’s with us staying here?” I ask still a little dizzy from his lips. He smirks down at me pecking my nose before letting go of me.

“Come on, I’ll show you,” he smiles at me.

Aaliyah and Eric leaves and once Shawn closes the door behind them he takes my hand and walks me into the dining room where the table is beautifully set for two people, candles are lit in the middle and there are even rose petals all around the table. It’s straight out of a romantic movie and needless to say, no one has ever did such a thing for me. I turn to him in disbelief as his arms snake around my waist.

“I also cooked, it’s not the best, but I tried. Aaliyah helped a little,” he admits and I see his cheeks turn rosy.

“I’m sure it’s amazing,” I say caressing his cheeks.

As I look in his eyes for a moment I go totally speechless. I think about how different things would have turned out if I wasn’t that obsessed with Dylan, noticed Shawn from the beginning. He would have been my first boyfriend, my whole high school experience would have turned out better.

But right now all these doesn’t really matter. Because I look at him and I’m just happy we happened to meet again.

“Eric told me something interesting today,” I say. He hums and kisses my forehead softly. “Did you know him and Aaliyah worked together to get us meet again?”

He freezes mid movement and looks at me with furrowed eyebrows.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, apparently Aaliyah knew about your crush and they twisted everything to make Christmas happen with both of us present.”

“What? You gotta be kidding me!” he gasps with wide eyes. “How did she know about it?”

“I don’t know, but our siblings are master minds,” I chuckle and he nods laughing.

“Well, I gotta thank her though. If Christmas didn’t happen I would still be just longing after you and occasionally think about high school.”

“You were still thinking about high school because of me?” I ask raising my eyebrows at him.

“Honestly, yes. Not that much, but I still kept thinking about you. And now… I get to kiss you.” He leans closer and pecks my lips softly. “Whenever,” another kiss, “I want,” another one, “because you are my girlfriend.”

“Mhm, I am,” I grin at him in awe. “So, does this make me a celeb too?” I ask playfully, making his chuckle.

“Well, we haven’t made it official. Wanna do it now?”

“You mean you want to post a sloppy couple picture?”

“Exactly,” he nods.

“Well, I guess we have to take this step sooner or later.”

He pulls his phone out and I try to fix my hair to look presentable. Suddenly I think about the millions of people that will see this photo and I feel very insecure about my look. I keep running my fingers through my hair.

He wraps his hand around my wrist and stops me. I look at him and see a warm smile on him.

“Stop, you look amazing.”

“Uhuh, you have to say this, you are my boyfriend,” I arch an eyebrow at him, but he just rolls his eyes. “Maybe we shouldn’t take this photo, or just not post it, I don’t kno-“

His lips crash to mine stopping me from talking and honestly, this is the best tactic. I get lost in his lips, kissing him feels like paradise and I just never want to stop doing it. Though when I lean back I see that he has his phone held up.

“Shawn! Did you just sneakily took a picture?” I ask turning to the screen just to see a photo of us, very much lost in each other. I have to say it’s a good photo, my favorite of us so far. His defined jawline amazes me and I just want to turn back to him and kiss it.

“Mhmm,” he hums as he opens the photo in Instagram.

I watch him write the caption “from high school crush to girlfriend” and then tag me on the photo, but he doesn’t post it just yet. Instead he turns to me.

“I’m not posting it if you don’t want me to. I’m excited to share with the world how happy I am with you, but if you are not ready just tell me.”

I smile at him caressing his cheeks with my hands.

“Post it. I only care about your happiness.”

He smiles down at me stealing a short kiss before finally posting the picture. A wave of anxiety washes over me but then I calm down pretty quickly. I see the comments and likes flow in and for my biggest surprise it’s mostly positive. People are freaking out, but they also seem very happy to see us together. A lot of them are confused about who I am, but I’m sure they’ll do their fangirl magic and find everything out very soon.

“Well, I guess you are officially linked to me. Can’t run now,” Shawn jokes and I turn to him hugging his neck with my arms.

“I’m not a fan of running, so you are stuck with me,” I smirk at him before kissing his sweet lips. We soon forget about the chaos our photo just caused and just get lost in each other, happier than ever.

#shawn #mendes #shawn mendes #shawn mendes imagines #Shawn Mendes Imagine #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes fic #shawn mendes fanfics #shawn mendes fanfictions #crush #crush mini series #mendes army

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recurring-polynya · 5 years

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Goblin Recap Time!!!

We watched episode 2 of Goblin this weekend and it was great, but then I got really busy, and haven’t got around to talking about it, so let’s do this. Hopefully, I can still remember most of what happened. This show is A LOT!

What happened this time:

First and foremost, remember last time, when I predicted that the Kim Shin - Wang Yeo roomies sitch was gonna be off the chain? I am pleased to report that it was, in fact, way, way off the chain. But I am ahead of myself.

So, Eun-Tak and Kim Shin had a nice time in Canada. We learned some things: - Kim Shin has spent a lot of time in Canada and has a whole bunch of dead servants whose graves he likes to visit. Also he has a fake grave for himself. - Because Being Immortal + Real Estate Speculation = $$$, Kim Shin is loaded. - Ghosts are scarier when they speak to you in English.

Also, Eun-Tak brought home a tourism brochure and a maple leaf, these might be somewhat important later?

Eun-Tak finally got a part time job! She finds this chicken restaurant run by a beautiful, extremely bored woman named Sunny. The restaurant has no customers, for no explicable reason. My husband and I are both obsessed with Sunny. She seems like the sort of person who would normally have just huge dick energy, but she’s sort of down on her luck right now. She eats a lot of snacks. At some point, she goes to a fortune teller, who tells her, “Beware of a man in a black hat,” and Sunny replies something along the lines of “Is he hot?” and Wang Yeo is in so, so much trouble.

At some point, Wang Yeo finds Eun-Tak again, and since he has his paperwork in order now, tries to drag her off to be dead again. Kim Shin rolls in and there’s this really cute part where Eun-Tak tries to protect him from Wang Yeo, and he’s like “relax, I know this jerk.” He tells Wang Yeo that he can’t take Eun-Tak because she’s the Goblin Bride, and if she dies, Wang Yeo will lose his chance to take Kim Shin himself. Wang Yeo (apparently) buys this, and bounces. Eun-Tak then yells at Kim Shin for lying to her about him being a Goblin and her being the Goblin Bride and he replies that she’s not the Goblin Bride, he just lied to protect her. It’s sort of been built up that he really believes she’s not because she can’t see his sword (which sticks out of him, but the show thankfully doesn’t show it most of the time). Unsurprisingly, Eun-Tak is really upset about this.

Later on, at home, Wang Yeo and Kim Shin talk it over at home, and Wang Yeo’s like, “maybe she just can’t see the sword yet”, like, good question, dude. How does anyone involved know how this works? Kim Shin didn’t exactly get a copy of The Handbook for the Recently Deceased when he croaked.

After this, Eun-Tak runs away from home so that Wang Yeo can’t find her (he hates it when people move), which causes her aunt to panic. Apparently, the aunt owes some mob-type guys some money, and she’s trying to scam Eun-Tak out of her insurance money, but she can’t find Eun-Tak’s bank book. Eun-Tak has said repeatedly that she doesn’t have it, and it’s slightly ambiguous as to if she does, but it’s implied that Goddess of Children/Old Grocery Lady (who is now young and hot) is involved. Speaking of her, she gave Eun-Tak some Cursed Spinach this episode. Just keeping her hand in, I guess.

Eun-Tak is actually sleeping at the chicken restaurant. Auntie shows up to try and find her, and Sunny destroys her with word play and trickery. Unfortunately, she just sends the mob guys after Eun-Tak directly. They basically kidnap her, and they’re driving around when all the street lights start going out and OH SHIT Kim Shin and Wang Yeo have TEAMED UP to come save her, I AM LOSING IT, I love it when rivals (are they rivals? I can’t even) team up. Anyway, the episode ends here.

Thoughts:

Last time, I was a bit ‘meh’ on Kim Shin. He was too cool and kind of a dick. Well, I am pleased to report that the man has revealed himself to be an absolute disaster and I now ::heart:: him. There is this extended scene of him trying to decide what to wear and what object to pose with the next time Eun-Tak summons him, and he keeps trying to get Wang Yeo’s opinion while Wang Yeo is trying to sleep, and it’s stupendous. For half the episode, he’s wearing a knee-length cardigan over a turtleneck jumpsuit. Oh, and when he’s sad, it starts raining, and Deok Hwa had all these dehumidifiers set up around him. But the ultimate Kim-Shin-Is-A-Disaster-Moment is this: Deok Hwa reveals that he’s known that Kim Shin is a Goblin since he was a kid. “How did you know?” Kim Shin asks. “You used to get drunk and offer me gold,” Deok Hwa explains, and then there’s a flashback of drunk Kim Shin offering Young Deok Hwa some gold bars and my soul left my body.

Wang Yeo is so perfect. He has incredible FML energy, as he hangs around the house, drinking his juice, putting up with Kim Shin’s bullshit, defending the honor of his hat. He meets up with a co-worker at some point and they complain about paperwork. We also find out that Grim Reapers get paid by the money people leave on altars, which is apparently, not a whole lot in terms of maintaining a modern lifestyle. I love this. I love all of this. I love him. Wang Yeo and Kim Shin keep getting in fights where they magically throw stuff at each other while they’re trying to eat. Kim Shin keeps putting a frilly nightcap on Wang Yeo. Wang Yeo sings a song about Kim Shin’s underwear.

Oh, I almost forgot! There’s a part where Wang Yeo takes a husband and wife who have died in a car wreck, and it turns out the husband is the guy who hit-and-runned Eun-Tak’s mom. Wang Yeo gives the wife the forgetfulness tea, but denies it to the husband, saying his hell is that he’s cursed to wander the earth, remembering what he has done. YOU ARE METAL AS HELL, WANG YEO.

At some point, Eun-Tak decides to ask a ghost why all the ghosts think she’s the Goblin Bride. Apparently, another ghost witnessed Kim Shin saving her mom and is huge gossip. So there are all these ghosts gathered around, telling Eun-Tak this story, and in the middle, one of the ghosts starts trying to drag Eun-Tak to her death, Ringu -style, and the other ghosts are holding her back, like, “Oh God, why are you always like this?” and it was perfect.

How are there zero Goblin x Bleach crossover fics on Ao3? Is it so much to ask for one little fic of Eun-Tak and Ichigo eating ice cream and complaining about how terrible ghosts and other supernatural beings are?

This show is real good.

Remember when I said that I was worried my husband wasn’t gonna be into this? At some point, he turns to me and says, “so, I was reading this post on /r/kdrama, and...” I am done worrying.

#goblin #guardian: the lonely and great god #kdrama #recaps #CANADIAN GHOST!!!!

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rmg91 · 5 years

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The Woes and Antics of Living Together-4

....This chapter started strong but I feel it ended kind of meh. I'm sorry for that but it just didn't want to cooperate no matter how much I tried to rewrite it. But then again, I wrote it so I see it is as yuck *shrugs*

The Snack Pack has made an appearance! Yay!

Enjoy.

Previous Chapter/Next Chapter; AO3/FF.net

@writerofberk CHAPTER 4!!! (hopefully tumblr alerts you)

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Living with Poppy was proving to be...an experience for Branch. If she wasn't dancing around the apartment singing along with some annoying pop song or scrapbooking, she was out with her friends either at a party or off on some crazy scheme and Branch often wondered how she had time to study or actually get to get class with how busy she seemed. Of course she also constantly tried to get him to go along with her, thinking it would be easier now that they lived together but his answer was and would always be 'No'. At least she had yet to invite her equally crazy group of friends over since he had moved in but Branch had a feeling it was only a matter of time till their place was invaded.

Walking across campus one late afternoon about a week and half after moving in, Branch was hoping to make it to the news stand to grab a paper before they closed as he was starting to go just a little stir crazy without having a job already. He also wanted to hurry before Poppy inevitably found him and distracted him like she did, which was the other reason he needed an excuse to be out of the apartment. He was already losing what little resistance he had against her and it hadn't even been a month yet! Maybe he should reconsider this whole arrangement they had...

But then he'd be right back where he had been and the prospect of living under a bridge still wasn't very inviting and at least if he stayed with Poppy he'd have a real roof over his head. But then he'd still have to deal with her sunny optimism and her lovely, over-the-top singing, plus the adorable way she wiggled or bounced around when she was excited. Not to mention the way she just lit up when something made her so happy or the way she bit her lip when she was concentrating or even the way she'd pout and glare at him in such a way that was both cute and attractive and made him want to just kiss her and tell her all the poetry he'd written about her gorgeous smile and endearing freckles and-

Branch growled and tugged at his hair, No, no, no, no! Stop it! This was why he shouldn't be living with her! He was just falling even deeper down the rabbit hole than he already was! Stupid, stupid, stupid! She was never going to love him back! She only saw him as a friend and she didn't need him complicating her life with his greyness and she was so infuriating and impossible and beautiful and adorable and wonderful and-and-and...

And currently standing in front of him looking concerned.

"Branch?"

"Aaaaahhh!!!!" He screamed, jumping back from her, "Don't do that!"

Poppy placed her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow at him, "Then don't just stand in the middle of the sidewalk freaking out about something." She tilted her head to the side, "You okay, by the way? Wanna talk about it?"

He frowned at her, "No. I'm fine." Like he would tell her.

"Come on, tell me. I'm sure you'll feel better."

"No." He shoved his hands into his pockets as he looked away, "There's nothing to talk about because I'm fine."

"Uggh, fine." Poppy rolled her eyes, "So stubborn. So!" And now she was back to being almost overbearingly perky, "What's for dinner, Roomie?"

Branch gave a silent sigh of relief as she let it go, "I was thinking chicken and broccoli casserole with some salad."

"Mmmm~ Sound yummy!" She smiled sweetly up at him, "I gotta say you could make it as a professional chef one day if you wanted to. You're cooking's the best!"

"I just follow the recipe. Not a big deal."

"I mean it!" She lightly smacked his arm, "I enjoy your cooking, Branch. And anyway..." The pinkette started walking toward the parking lot, "I had something I wanted to ask you."

"What?" He should've known she was trying to butter him up for something.

Poppy worried her lip between her teeth as she fiddled with the strap of her bag before blurting out, "Would you be okay with the Pack coming over tonight?!"

Branch, momentarily distracted by the way she had bit her lip, blinked to clear his head, "What?"

"Please? It's not for a party! Well...it sort of is... But a study party, you see? Not like the super, amazing one from this weekend you totally should've come to! And anyway! We always get together to study on Tuesdays and it's my turn to host and since you live with me now and I promised as part of our deal I'd let you'd know when we'd have company over, I'm letting you know, you know? So are you going to be okay with them coming over tonight?"

It took Branch a second to decode her fast paced rambling and when he did, he groaned. He knew it, he just knew he'd have to deal with her friends sooner rather than never.

"Oh, come on, Branch. It's not that bad. You could join us! It'll be fun!"

"No." He liked to actually study and not sit around listening to gossip all night.

"Please~?" She clasped her hands under her chin and gave him that wide eyed, puppy dog look again.

Branch frowned and looked away, he wouldn't fall for that stupid look again, "No, Poppy. I'm not studying with your friends."

"They're your friends too."

"Pretty sure they're just your friends."

"Our friends."

"Your friends."

"Our friends, don't fight it."

Before Branch could continuing arguing the voice he hated most cut in, "Trouble in roommate paradise already?"

"Hi, Creek~" Poppy smiled at the guru, "And no, I'm just trying to convince Branch he should join our study sesh tonight."

Creek nodded, "Of course. They do say the more the merrier and all." He then turned to Branch with that fake pleasant smile he always wore when interacting with him, "Join us, won't you, Mate?"

"No thanks. I'd rather come back to study in the library." Branch deadpanned.

"Ah," Creek tsked, casually putting an arm around Poppy, "But I'm afraid the library's a might closed tonight. Shame, isn't it?"

Branch bit back the growl that was threatening to escape, "Then I guess I'll just study in my room."

"What's the harm joining us, Hm? A little company could do you some good."

"I'd rather study on my own." He then stormed off.

Poppy sighed as she watched her roommate march off, "Well...I don't really know what that was about. Still, I wish he'd join us. We could have so much fun..."

"Worry not, Love. I'm sure he'll come around eventually. Just give him some more time and that glowing positivity of yours will be sure to work it's magic."

She giggled, "Alright." She wiggled out of grasp and grinned at him, "So I'll see you tonight?"

"Indeed you will~"

"Great~ See ya later!" And then she was running off to catch up with her grump of a roommate.

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A little while later found Branch and Poppy cleaning up the kitchen after dinner. As Branch sealed up the leftovers, Poppy was singing and dancing in place as she washed the dishes. Slipping the food in the fridge, the dark haired man came up beside her and grabbed a towel to dry the clean utensils. Poppy, smiling as she sung, bumped her hip against his in an attempt to get him to play along, Branch simply ignored her.

"When the workin' day is done, Oh! Girl's just wanna have fuuuun~!" She sung with a flourish before flashing a smile at Branch, "Sooo, Branch! My man~ You sure you don't wanna join us tonight? It'll be fun~ Eh? Eh?"

"Yes, Poppy. I'm sure." He answered tiredly.

She pouted, "Oh come on. You can't just locked yourself in your room all the time! We had a deal."

"A: Excuse me for wanting a little privacy while you have your friends over. And B: I haven't been locking myself up," He gestured to his books sitting on the table, "So your argument's invalid." An obnoxious knock suddenly filled the apartment, "And that's my cue to leave."

Grabbing his books, Branch made his way down the hall leaving a pouting Poppy in the kitchen. "Spoil sport!" She called after him before answering the door.

"Guys! Hey!"

"Hey, girl~!" Fashion crazy twins Satin and Chenille Couture greeted.

"'Sup, Pops?" Saluted Suki Akiyama, DJ extraordinaire.

"Hi, Poppy~" Waved soft-hearted Brian 'Biggie' Cordon.

"What'up? What'up?!" Bounced Cooper P. Davis.

"The fabulousness has arrived!" Guy Diamond said, tossing his glittery, silver hair back.

"Let's wreak this homework!" Cried Susan 'Smidge' Riley, the shortest yet strongest of them all.

"Hello, Poppy." Greeted Creek from behind them all.

"Come on in!" The pinkette invited with a wave of her as she moved to the side to let her friends in.

The group of multi-hued haired friends made their way inside, books, bags and snacks getting dropped onto the coffee table as they made themselves comfortable. Cooper flopped down on one of the beanbags, almost tipping over before righting himself with a giggle. Satin and Chenille took a few cushions on the floor, Chenille smoothing her skirt out while her sister began pulling out binders and pens from their designer bags. Guy and Suki made themselves comfortable on the couch with Biggie between them, organizing supplies into neat piles. Smidge crashed in the free beanbag, dumping her stack of books beside her before pulling her bright teal hair back into a tight ponytail. Creek helped Poppy quickly gather some drinks and brought them over before taking a spot on the floor, leaving the armchair for Poppy.

"Alright!" She exclaimed as she clapped her hands together, "What's on the agenda tonight, you guys?"

"We've got some French to go over but first..." Started Satin, sharing a look with her sister.

"You've got to tell us what it's like with your new grumpy roommate." Chenille finished.

Biggie nodded, "Oh, yes. How is Branch adjusting?"

"I still can't believe you're letting him live with you." Smidge said, "Just remember if he tries anything, say the word and he'll get a pounding." She punctuated her statement by hitting her fist against her other hand.

Poppy laughed, "That won't be necessary, Smidge. And, come on, he's our friend and he needed help. I wasn't going to let him live in a box somewhere."

"Yes, we know, Love." Creek patted her knee, "Your kindness knows no bound."

"Seriously though, Pops'," Suki spoke up, "Things going alright?"

"Of course! He keeps to himself." She waved a hand in the direction of their rooms, "But I know he'll warm up soon."

"Hey!" Cooper cried suddenly before stuffing a chip in his mouth, "Maybe we should get him to join us?!"

"Cooper! Snacks for later!" Scolded Biggie.

"And I already tried, Coops. Multiple times. He's being stubborn right now." Poppy said, crossing her arms, "But just wait, I'll get him to part of our study group some day!"

"Okie-dokie!"

"Alright, alright. Enough gossip about Branch..." Guy said before striking a pose, "Let's talk about me instead~! And the delicious date I went on~"

The group made noises of intrigue, 'ooh'ing at Guy before Creek cut in, "You can tell us all about it after some we've done some work. That's the whole point of tonight, Guy."

"You're just jealous, Darling. Admit it."

Creek smirked, "Extremely. Come now, everyone. We can hear all of Guy's tawdry details in a little bit."

There were whines and complaints but soon all the young adults settled into their routine. As papers were shuffled and books opened talk turned to their various subjects, some offering advice if they could, others giving help in the form of checking things over and of course there was always the positive comments of 'You can do it!' whenever anyone got stuck. They spent a few good hours like that before finally calling a break to snack and listen to Guy talk all about his latest date.

Branch found them like this, clearly gossiping and not studying, when he ventured out into the kitchen for a snack of his own. Rolling his eyes, he dipped into the fridge for a water bottle before leaning against the edge of the counter, unable not to quip, "Wow. You guys look like you're studying so hard."

Poppy turned around from her seat and stuck her tongue out at him, "Stop. We're just taking a break."

"And how long has this 'break' been, hmm?"

"That's none of your business."

"Uh-huh." Branch turned around but before he could go far Cooper suddenly spoke.

"Hey! Did you and Branch ever christen his moving in?"

Poppy gasped and Branch had a sudden bad feeling, he should've stayed in his room, "Oh My Gosh! No!" She flew out of her chair and into the kitchen, "Branch, don't go anywhere!"

"What are you doing?" He asked as she reached into the cabinets and pulled out a couple of shot glasses before digging around their few liquor bottles.

"Housewarming shots!" She cried happily, brandishing a bottle of Creme de Cerise, sour cherry flavored creme liquor.

"No way!" Branch denied, "I'm not taking shots with you."

"Oh, come on. One won't hurt you. Plus it's tradition! It's how we celebrate moving into a new place now."

"Yeah! It's tradition!" Chimed the twins.

"No. There is no way I'm doing this."

"Please? Just one."

"No."

"There's nothing wrong with a shot now and again."

"Poppy, I said no."

"A celebratory shot isn't going to kill you, Branch. Live a little for once!"

"Fine! If it'll get you to shut up!" He finally shouted.

Poppy pursed her lips, "There's no need to shout, Branch. And thank you."

Pouring the liquid quickly into the tiny cups, Poppy handed one to her grouchy roommate as their friends watched on. Flashing a grin at him, she downed hers and gave him an expectant look for him to take his. Branch grimaced at the red alcohol before knocking it back quickly.

"Ack!" He gagged, "What the hell is that shit?! It's disgusting!"

Poppy rolled her eyes, "It is not. You just have no taste."

Branch coughed and took a deep drink from his water bottle, "Yeah, sure, that's it." Shaking his head, he turned away, "Whatever. I'm going back to back to my work." Making a grab for the fruit bowl, his hand found nothing but air, "Hey...Where's the last peach?"

"Oh, sorry, Branch." Cooper answered, "I ate that a little while ago."

Branch glared at the blue dread-locked man as Poppy replied, "No worries. We can just get some more. Right, Roomie?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever." Branch growled before marching back to his room.

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The Snack Pack left a little while later with smiles and promises to see each other the next day. Closing the door with a happy sigh, Poppy flipped the locks before skipping back into the living room to finish cleaning up. Humming to herself, Poppy tried to think of a way to make it up to Branch for the miseaten peach. Bouncing in place as an idea occurred to her, she went to the kitchenette and began gathering ingredients.

No one could resist a fresh chocolate chip cookie!

She easily whipped up a batch, not even bothering with a recipe having made these so many times before and was soon pulling the pans out of the oven. Taking a deep inhale and dancing in place as the smell of her childhood swirled around her, Poppy was sure this would cheer Branch up. She placed a few onto a plate and happily went down the hall. Knocking softly just in case he was asleep, Poppy quietly opened the door before pausing in surprise.

He was sitting at his desk, back to her and pencil tapping on the surface while his radio played faintly but that wasn't what had her pausing.

"I'm outta my head hopelessly devoted to you. Hopelessly devoted to you, hopelessly devoted to you..."

So he did still sing! And while she had thought he had a nice voice when they were kids, puberty had very kind to him, he sounded like a downright angel. Poppy closed her eyes and enjoyed it for a moment as he sung along with the radio, wondering briefly why he didn't want to share that beautiful voice with the world. Then she realized she was eavesdropping and closed the door before he could noticed her, not wanting to ruin what little trust he was developing for her.

She stood there for a moment and then knocked loudly, acting as if she hadn't heard anything at all, "Hey, Branch! I made cookies! Thought you may want some~"

He opened the door a few seconds later, an incredulous look on his face, "You just randomly decided to make cookies at almost ten at night?"

"Yep~!" She offered the plate to him, "They're fresh from the oven. Also, the gang's gone now, so you can come out at anytime."

Branch eyed the cookies for a moment before taking them from her, "Thanks. Maybe when I'm done with this paper."

She shrugged, "Alright. You live here too after all and can do what you want. And...sorry if I've been maybe a little pushy about somethings. Just really excited you're here, you know?"

Branch fought the urge to blush as he took a few moments to reply to the sudden, random apology from her,"...Yeah..no, it's fine. I wouldn't expect anything less from you."

She grinned and giggled, "Okay~ I'm gonna go take a shower now but feel free to help yourself to more cookies if you want them!"

He watch her disappear into the bathroom before shrugging and turning to close his door again but before he could she suddenly popped back out with a cry, "Oh wait!"

She was then hugging him from behind before he knew it, "What are you doing?!"

"It's called a hug, Branch."

"Yeah, I know that! Why are you doing it?!"

Poppy giggled, "Because I can and because you needed one." She let him go with a cheeky grin, "That wasn't so bad was it?"

He glared at her silently.

"Glare all you want. I have no regrets." She then spun back toward the bathroom, "Night, Branch! Don't stay up too late!"

"You're crazy!" He called after her.

His response from her was only a giggle as she closed the door. Sighing and shaking his head, Branch closed his own door and wondered why she was so crazy.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Was I too obvious with Branch's song choice? Maybe but I don't care! Anyway, donno why Biggie and Smidge got real first names but they did XD And aww~ Tiny-ish Broppy moment, also good girl Poppy, don't let him know you were listening to him...but next time just don't do that XP

I hope you all enjoyed!

Song credit: "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun"-Cindi Lauper

"Hopelessly Devoted to You"-Grease (Glee version used as visual however)

#Dreamworks Trolls #Broppy #Branch #Poppy #Fanfiction #Human AU #Modern AU #Snack Pack #Roommate AU

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migleefulmoments · 6 years

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Can you make sense of the gibberish ajw is ranting about Ben and the song Darren sang? Darren sang his friends song, its nice, not some secret message to the CCers! Fucking psychos.

Watching her- and her cohorts- lose their collective shit over Darren’s comments about Ben is rich entertainment because literally nothing he said was inconsistent with previous statements or what was obvious if you were just seeing pics of Darren, Mia and Ben by following D-CrissNews.

Let’s break it all down:

First the HELP sweater which ajw brought up in this post:

And Tonight, on the final night of LMDC, D threw some series shade singing a song by his platonic roomie Ben/ny. Oh these lyrics, I’d say he is singing to someone very specific while wearing this Help Sweater

(First I have to bring up the fact that breaking up Be/nny is beyond the usual level of stupidity. His name isn’t Benny-nobody will Google his as “Benny” and stumble on their vial blogs or whatever ridiculous rationale they give for do/ing thi/s). The idea that someone as well connected and well liked as Darren Criss would need to wear a “HELP” graphic on his shirt in order to get aid is.. well pat/hetic....bi/zarre and ridicul/ous. If Darren’s life was so pathetic that he had to resort to sending T-shirt-graphic smoke signals into the world in hopes that random strangers would send help... but remember- THE Contract is unbreakable, unreachable, a NIIIGGGHHHTTTMMMMAAARRRE- so all the “HELP” signal could possibly do is bring attention to his private struggles. Suddenly the entire world would know that what a spineless dwerp that Darren is; he can't even manage to end a contract with a show that has been over for 4 years and he keeps signing contracts for PROMOTION with MIa.

First of all, he is super private- he even mentions that again during this monologue- he isn’t going to share a HELP signal this way. He know Obama for God’s sake..and Ryan Murphy, and just about everyone in LA. I’m sure he knows a lawyer or two. Second, he’s worn the sweater before and it clearly didn’t bring help so why the hell would he keep wearing it for that reason. Oh, wait, I know... maybe Ryan Murphy saw it and that is why he has taken on Darren as his muse and signed another alleged contract with him because THIS, THIS is the time he is going to set Darren free.

Darren pointed out for everyone too obtuse to get the reference (***cough CCers cough****) he wore the Beatles graphic because HE IS IN ENGLAND and at the end of the day, he’s always just a fanboy.

Darren goes on to talk about Ben: “...I don’t talk about- I don’t post a lot of stuff about my life on the internet but he has been a very dear friend of mine for many, many years, just really close to the fam...he became one of my closets friends and even lived in my house for many years”.

@ajw’s panties twisted in delight when he said that because she glopped on to the idea that Ben and Mia lived together under Darren’s nose or while Darren’s was with Chris a long time ago. The most obvious point is that Darren is speaking in reverence and sharing a story he admits is something he normally doesn’t share easily. If Ben was Mia’s boy-toy, WHY would Darren talk about him at all? How could he be one of Darren’s closet friends? If Mia is as ever as CCers pretend she is, how could Darren be BFFs with Ben? He would HATE Ben and what he represented..unless he likes being a cuck.

But conspiracy theory “fact finding” isn’t about what is logical or even makes sense when looked at from a different angle. It is about finding a connection and running with it and illuminate CrissColfer confirmed.

I cannot imagine how Darren, playing Ben’s song in Birmingham is “shade”...maybe the tinhatters need to look up the meaning of “shade”. Choosing Ben’s song was done to honor Ben, and we know that because he talked about it before he started singing!

The CCers published the lyrics:

Beauty is in the eyeBeauty is in the eyeThankyou for this kissIt’s all I really wantedIf you believe that darlingThen you’d better runThankyou for this kissThankyou for this kissSo beauty is in the eye of the beholderIf you believe thatDarling I’m looking at youIf you believe thatDarling I’m looking at youGo on believing thatBut darling you’d better runYou’ll never be a cover girlJust facing factsYour face isn’t rightBut I’ll never want another girlNow I’ve seen you in this lightThankyou for this kissThankyou for this kissThankyou for this kissIt’s all I really wantedIf you believe that darlingYou’d better runIf you believe that darlingThen you’d better run, runCause you’ll never be a cover girlJust facing factsYour face isn’t rightBut I’ll never wantNever want a cover girlNow I’ve seen you in this lightYour never be a cover girlJust facing factsYour face isn’t rightBut I’ll never want, never needA cover girlNow I’ve seen you in this lightI’ll never be, never be a gentlemanJust facing factsMy face isn’t rightAnd you’ll never want, never wantA gentlemanNow you’ve seen me in that lightI’ll never be a gentlemanJust facing factsMy face isn’t rightYou’ll never want a gentlemanWhen you see me in this light

Frankly, the lyrics are stupid AF. But cheeky and ultimately it is a song about never wanting anyone else. Not sure how that is shade.

Finally, Ajw losing her shit over Darren repeating that Ben lived in his house for many years.

Hey stans, Be/nny lived in D’s house for “many, many years” are you listening? That is many, many not a man who just crashed there.

Glorious shade as D signs his good, good friend’s song. It is a little cheeky:)

Um...he already told us this...and none of us cared. Whether Darren had a friend crash when they are in town or not is irrelevant to me. My husband has a crash pad in Memphis he shares with 4 fellow pilots. One guy ones it. Who cares. First of all, Ben is rarely in LA for more than a few day- follow his IG...I have and he is rarely around. I suspect he crashed in their guest room when he was in town because who wouldn't rather stay at Darren’s and make music and have meals with friends rather than stay in another hotel room? But it isn’t our business anyway. Hell, Darren and Ben might be the lovers..or the are all together as a throuple. Who cares? Ajw wants us to get so pissed over this and the Stan’s just don’t care. I trust Darren is making decisions that fit his family and he’s happy. I have seen nothing in his demeanor or mood that suggest otherwise.

But she can’t stop herself. She is literally bouncing in her chair, maniacally typing about Ben and Mia and Darren living in a tree.

You know what the best part about B is. D is totally free to chat about his platonic roomie. Because M&B created this monster all on their own by shoving their relationship and living situation in fans’ faces for years as they are so narcissistic they thought they could get away with it. All the while laughing at the stans. And at d who was powerless to do anything about it.

And as a result of their idiocy, d has free reign to shade the biggest obstacle in the m/iarren narrative. The 30something year old, successful, wealthy musician that lived in his house for many, many, years.

He’s like fam, sleeping in the family bed with D’s “fiancée.”

Soooo she believes that if Darren was powerless; being played by Mia and Ben he would not only share stories of that with the world but would call Ben "one of my best friends” and “part of the fam”? Yes, because anyone who is fucked over by another human being- or two-cannot wait to share that with the world...total strangers. A celebrity who just won a major award and is doing lots of press can’t wait to present himself to the world as a spineless wuss being cucked by Mia and Ben...that make sense.

It’s funny how obsessed ajw is with Mia “laughing at (fill in the blank_” when in fact everybody is laughing at the tihatters and their convoluted, ridiculous, nonsensical theories. Conspiracy theories are nonsense because they use 3rd hand data to draw conclusions and that isn’t how you get accurate information. It is always going to be laughable bullshit. Always.

The problem with the tinhatters- and in particular Ajw who fabricated the entire Ben/Mia bullshit- is that she wants to be right more than she wants Darren to be happy or to be presented to the world as the person he really is. She wants to be right so bad she will keep screaming “booyah to the stans, Ben + Mia sitting in a tree KISSING” even when her only explanation for that would be that Darren is so weak he can’t keep his own house in order and is being ordered to do whatever evil Mia wants him to do...including being such a cuckhold that he has to pretend he is engaged to HER AND tell the world her boyfriend is his closest friend. That is A #1 fucked up. I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy...or ajw...or any tinhatter

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rewrittenending-blog1 · 6 years

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lauren lopez, cis female ( she/her ), bisexual. did you hear ? EMMA PERKINS, a ( canon ) character in ( THE GUY WHO DIDN’T LIKE MUSICALS ), went deviant THREE MONTHS ago ! now they’re a 31 y/o barista/student. people either think they’re [ QUICK-WITTED & ADVENTUROUS ] or [ CRABBY & INTOLERANT ] but associate them w/ coffee beans, messy buns, unread texts, risen middle fingers, rolling eyes, blue goo, black shorts & blood stains either way. they DO remember the apotheosis. ( pace, she/her, gmt. )

surprise ! it’s me, ya girl, with another musical theatre goblin ! this is emma, i adore her endlessly, and she’s probably the muse i actually have the most muse for rn so expect to see A LOT of her, my friends !

CANON FOR THOSE WHO DON’T KNOW:

okay so the guy who didn’t like musicals is a musical about, get this, a guy who doesn’t like musicals. how do they think of these titles ? but him hating musical theatre is all very well and good until a meteor hits the local theatre, and their island slowly becomes infected by singing alien-zombies. the whole thing is on youtube ( professionally shot and legal and shit. it’s a starkid production and they truly do come through for us ! ) so maybe watch it maybe ?

emma is said musical hating guy’s love interest and eventually the show’s final girl

she works at the local coffee shop as a barista, and loathes her job more and more with each passing second. the customers are vultures, her boss is an ass, her manager is ten years younger than her and a pesky theatre kid, the pay sucks, and the tip jar reads ‘tip for a song’ and she’d much rather take a cactus to the eye than follow the instructions of a piece of paper

all she wants is to avoid not dying in her hometown, and spent the first eighteen years of her life trying to leave the island, and only returned when her sister died. she always invited emma home to make her be apart of the big events of her life, but emma never went, and her sister’s death made her realise she was missing out on too much and not doing anything with her life. so she moved back home and enrolled in college and decided to start fresh

but then uh whoops zombie apocalypse decided to rain on her parade and take the lives of her friends

FUNKY RP STUFF:

i put a lot of ( probably too much lmao ) thought into which of my characters would have their memories and which wouldn’t, but emma becoming aware of the loop is LITERALLY so in character for her. tgwdlm is kinda meta anyway, and ( SPOILERS ) the show ends with emma talking to the audience and trying to get someone to help her. she literally screams ‘WHY ARE YOU ALL CLAPPING ?!’ as the rest of the cast take their bows, it’s highkey brilliant ( / SPOILERS END ) and then the whole thing starting again and THAT being emma’s life just,,,, fits ? and of all the characters, she’s the one smart enough to figure it out and break out and try and go against it, and then eventually ending up here. but ya she’s honestly perfect for this rp lmao

she’s trying to Deal with all of that, and what happened during the apotheosis, but also build a life for herself now she’s,, Real ? so she’s studying exactly what she did in canon, botany, with the exact same end goal, of starting a pot farm. while her life may have been a musical, she’s still the same and her motivations were still the same. plus, having to find a new life goal is just one big existential crisis she doesn’t want to deal with. and she’s still a barista, but maybe somewhere that doesn’t involve singing. since,,,, y’know, the last time people sang around her, everyone died and then tried to kill her

still emo about paul, trying to Deal with all of that too. honestly becoming deviant has just been a Lot for her, which is saying something when her last memories beforehand were here running away from singing zombies with blue shit dripping out of their mouths

probably needs a roommate or two if anybody is game, that could be fun ! she’s working her way through college so girlie has, like, zero money and needs all the roomies she can get

while being snappy and intolerant, emma’s somehow......likeable ? she’s loyal, and sympathetic, and doesn’t put up with people’s crap. she’s got a pretty good noodle on her, and she’s very quick on her feet. but tbh she’s also crabby and grumpy and snarky but,,,, also the least intimidating woman ever. she’s a 5′0′’ soprano and can be really soft, there’s nothing intimidating about that

again i’m probably forgetting stuff so to be updated !!!!

#dev:intro #﹡ﾟ· ˚ ★ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴀʙʙʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏɴ·ᴛ sɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴛɪᴘ ʜᴇʀ ﹙about emma.﹚#death tw

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justpeachyshua · 6 years

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good luck

pairing: hoshi x reader rating/warnings: teen+ for language; no warnings au: college au?? word count: 4,045 summary: “Ever since my first date, I’ve had the absolute worst luck when it comes to relationships. Bad dates, lying, cheating - I’ve seen it all. So, I decided to give up dating completely. It’s just better that way. No hurting, no heartbreak. I’ve strictly stuck by this rule for years now. That is, until I ran into a particularly spunky dancer on campus.”

note: so uhhh, I should definitely point out that I haven’t posted in months and that this was supposed to be for hoshi’s bday but it’s.... definitely way past that. but it’s done ya know! I’d like to believe that the quality maybe makes up for how late it is. It’s worth noting that over the summer I was on kind of a hiatus since I was in japan for a month and, now that school’s going on, updates are probably gonna be even slower, at least for longer fics like these. that being said, I’m gonna try branching out and making shorter imagines, maybe even some bulleted ones? just so I can post more often without my content being actual shit lmao. anyways enjoy the fic <3

I've never been the type of person who was good at dating. In fact, I'm fairly confident that some force in this universe was entirely dead set on making sure that every single relationship I entered ended in disaster. It all started in 6th grade when a classmate of mine asked me to watch a movie with him. I was all done up, wearing an outfit I had bought only the day before, and yet halfway through the movie, I felt something come up my throat and before I knew it I was vomiting onto the floor in front of me due to the sheer amount of caffeine, sugar, and nerves running through me. In sophomore year, I got my first real boyfriend, but that relationship lasted about a week before he revealed that he asked me out as a dare and couldn't bring himself to break up with me until then. This pattern of misfortune only continued through high school with various failed dates and boyfriends who lied and cheated. At some point, I got sick of it and, after graduating, I vowed to give up on dating completely.

From then on, I avoided romance like the plague. If anyone seemed to like me or even asked me out, I would gently let them down. I made sure that close friendships were just friendships and that I never led anyone on. At least, I tried. You see, for the first time in my life, there was an exception to my rule. Towards the beginning of my freshman year of college, Kwon Soonyoung stepped, or rather crashed, into my life.

I was a few yards away from the entrance to the dorms and I was rushing inside to retrieve a textbook from a friend, when someone ran right into me, knocking me down. I fell against my bag with a thud and, looking up, I saw the small wheels of a... Razor scooter? The person riding the scooter – a young guy with floppy black hair – had fallen, too, and I could see that he had scraped his knee on the concrete.

"Are you okay?!" The guy crawled up to me, still on the ground. He looked me over, checking to see if I was injured with a comically concerned face.

"Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry about it," I assured him. "What about you, though? Is your knee okay?"

I pointed to his scraped knee which was already beginning to bleed. He looked down, noticing the wound and, to my surprise, laughed. "I'll be okay! It happens all the time when I'm practicing." Before I could ask him what he meant, he added, "Which reminds me!" He shoved a flyer into my hands. "You should come see the dance team's performance tonight!"

I turned the flyer over, revealing a hand-drawn night sky with a large star in the center, containing the information for the performance. It was endearing. "Did you do this?"

"Ah no, my friend Mingyu did, actually. He's an art major so we asked him to design the flyers for us. I'm just the leader of the team," he explained, a large grin ever present on his face.

"Oh." I folded the flyer and stuffed it into my bag. I stood up, offered my hand to the guy, and helped him up. "I'll see if I can go." My eyes landed on his scooter again. "Uh, what’s the scooter for?"

"It's a faster way to get around," he said matter-of-factly. "I'm pretty new with it, though, so I need to get better at riding it."

"Well, good luck with that. Try not to run into anyone else today," I said, turning to enter the dorm again.

"Oh wait!" He called out. "What's your name? I'll put you on the VIP list. For, you know, accidentally running into you."

"It's Y/N. What's yours?"

"Soonyoung! But when I'm performing, call me Hoshi!" His grin grew wider and spread to his eyes, which shut into half-moons. The brightness in his eyes was captivating and his happiness was infectious, so much so that I practically forgot about our little crash entirely.

"See you later then, Hoshi." I waved him goodbye and finally went inside the dorm as I planned.

After I finished my last class that night, I decided to attend the performance and, to my amazement, Soonyoung was spectacular. He had kept his word of putting me on the "VIP list," though I found out when I got there that I was the only one on the list and that there wasn't really a list to begin with, just a simple promise. Before the show began, someone from the team (who I presumed to be a long-time member) brought Soonyoung out on stage, after which he gave a small introduction and revealed that he choreographed the whole show. I seemed to be the only one in the audience that was shocked at this and I was only further impressed when I saw the choreography itself. As soon as the team stepped on stage together and began their first song, my eyes were locked on Soonyoung – Hoshi in this setting – who was front and center. His moves were simultaneously fluid and powerful and unlike any dancing I had seen before. I began to wonder if he was secretly a professional choreographer masked as a college student.

When the performance ended, I was the first to approach him and congratulate him on his job well done, going on and on about the quality of the show. He seemed ecstatic, his face lighting up ten times brighter than it was earlier in the day.

"So, you'll come to our next performance, right? It'll be a couple of months from now." He asked with the widest smile on his face.

I nodded. "Sure." I pulled my phone out of my bag. "Here, put your number in my phone and let me know about the next performance." He took my phone and quickly typed in his number before handing it back to me. I noticed he had put it in as "Kwon Hoshi ☆" and I couldn’t help but laugh.

"I'll make sure I remind you of everything we do, don't worry!" He beamed. "You know, I think we're going to be good friends."

"I think so too."

That was years ago and, in the time between then and now, we really had become great friends. He convinced me to become the manager of the dance team, though that just meant giving them song suggestions and feedback when they practiced and lounging around with them when they hung out outside of meetings. Through that, I managed to make a ton more friends than I was anticipating, including the other "founders" of the team, Minghao, Jun, and Chan. The five of us became extremely close and, before I knew it, we were drinking together, spilling secrets, and having movie nights every week. Soonyoung especially became my best friend with him often spending the night at my apartment off-campus and even exchanging clothes with me sometimes.

He was a grade ahead of me, so I had to watch him graduate a year before I did. Admittedly, a lot of tears were shed, but he came back the very next year to cheer for me as I crossed the stage with my degree. After that, we decided we might as well become roomies as we figured shit out and he officially moved into my tiny apartment, taking what used to be the guest room. We've been living together for about a year and a half now and, over the course of this time, I've come dangerously close to loving Kwon Soonyoung.

What used to be small, cute mannerisms when we were in college have become all too alluring now that it's just the two of us. Before, neither of us would really cook when he was over and instead just order chicken and pizza, but now that he lives here full-time, I've noticed how he talks to himself as he figures out online recipes. When he styles his hair every morning, he always asks how it looks and I always push a few stray hairs away before I tell him he looks cool. Often, he'll wake up and walk straight to the kitchen without his pants on because he took them off before sleeping and forgot to put them on again. I don't stare, of course, but I can't ignore it either. Of course, the other guys do come by and make it feel like the old days again, but I can never shake the image of him falling asleep on the coach after a long night of watching anime or him dancing around the living room as he brushes his teeth. Everything he does totes the line between goofy and charming and it has me falling for him harder than I’d like to be.

Which brings me to a very important day: Soonyoung's birthday. See, for as long as we've been friends, Soonyoung and I have always made each other's birthdays as stellar as possible. One year I took him to paint a giant mural with me; The next year he took me bungee jumping. Generally, we tried to one up what we did the year before or at least do something equally as spectacular This year, however, I did something different. For his last birthday I had taken him to a SHINee fansign and had already planned to take him to Japan the next year, but I ended up changing my mind. This year, I instead decided to go on a simple picnic with Soonyoung. This decision came partially from the lack of funds for plane tickets and partially from one desire: To finally tell Soonyoung my thoughts on dating. For as long as we’d been friends, I had never quite opened to him about my fear of dating and, even considering how endearing and comfortable he was, I had to set some sort of boundary to prevent misfortune. So, it was decided. I would have to make our relationship clear – just friends, no feelings. At least, I hoped.

When he woke up that morning (wearing his pajama pants for once), I was already awake and making breakfast for the both of us. He sniffed the air and instantly became more alert. "Pancakes? You're spoiling me." He rushed over to sit at the island counter. "So, what's on the agenda for today?"

I placed the last finished pancake onto a plate and carried it over to him, setting a bottle of syrup in front of him as well. "Well, I was thinking we could just have a chill day and maybe go on a picnic at the park nearby?"

He looked up at me, scanning my face for any sign that I was joking. When he saw that I was completely serious, he silently nodded. "Awesome! What time should we go?" I could tell he wanted to ask why we weren't going all out this year, but he probably sensed that it would've been an awkward thing to pry about. I didn't want to disappoint him, so I hoped that he would at least enjoy today's activities.

"Maybe around 1:00?" I checked my phone, seeing that it was only 10:28. "That gives us about two and a half hours before then."

"Sounds good, then." He smiled before digging into the pancakes in front of him. He let out a long and satisfied sigh. "God, these are so good." I only grinned as I watched him eat, slowly picking at a plate of my own.

Within a few minutes we were both finished, and I took his plate to put in the sink. He padded over to the couch and I soon joined him, plopping down in the crevice I'd made from sitting in that exact spot for over two years. "By the way, I'm going to need you to leave the house for at least an hour before we leave."

He whipped his head towards me. "Aha! So there is a catch!"

"What?"

"You're planning something special for me, aren't you? That's why you want me out of the house, right? So you can bring a whole bunch of people in. Or better yet! You're bringing a dog home!" He exclaimed.

"I’m- I’m sorry, Soonyoung. No, I just need the time to make the food for the picnic and to get some things together. It's a surprise so I don't want you to see it.”

He became visibly more disappointed, albeit by just a bit. "Oh. That's okay. I'm sure I'll love whatever we do." He gave me his usual toothy smile. "I could see about hanging out with Chan for a bit to give you time."

"Thanks. And let him know he left some socks here the last time he stopped by."

"You got it," he said, already messaging Chan and beginning to get ready. "I'll be out of your hair in a bit. Just let me know when you're done!"

Within a few minutes, he was out of the door and I was left to begin my plan. I had already gotten a few recipes from my mom on a terribly long phone call the night before and cooking it took about an hour on its own, so the rest of the time was spent gathering everything else such as fruit, chips, drinks, and of course the crucial basket and blanket. At that point, I still had about 40 minutes remaining, so I found myself scrolling on my phone and becoming increasingly worried as my thoughts roamed. What if the food spills in the basket and we don’t have anything to eat? What if he has a secret allergy he never told me about and he goes into anaphylactic shock because of something I made? What if he ends our friendship after I tell him how I feel? The whole point of my plan is so I can avoid ruining our friendship, but what if that’s exactly what happens? What if he has feelings for me?

My phone pinged with a new text, snapping me out of my thoughts.

Kwon Hoshi ☆: hey! you almost ready? I can start heading back anytime you want~

I was relieved to be pulled out of my mental spiral. Looking at his message, I smiled at the squiggly he so often used when texting. It was cute and somehow evoked the exact tone he spoke with in person. I wanted to be able to hear that for a while, especially after today.

Me: hey, yeah I’m all done. you can come back now. just meet me at the entrance to the park, ok?

Kwon Hoshi ☆: you got it!!

The walk to the park took only a couple of minutes and, once I arrived, I sat on the neartest bench and waited for Soonyoung to walk up any second. Twenty minutes passed by, then thirty, then fifty, and soon well over an hour had passed and I was still sat there. No messages. No Soonyoung. Plenty of people had passed by – families with small children, a few groups of teenagers looking to play some sports in the open fields, and couples walking along the path, hands intertwined. I tried not to watch.

Finally, once I was about ready to give up and just head home, I heard someone shout my name from a few yards away. It was Soonyoung, out of breath and jogging towards me.

“Soonyoung, are you okay? Where have you been?”

“I was,” Pant. “In the car with Chan,” Pant. “He was driving me back.” Pant. “And I-”

“Okay, you need to sit down and catch your breath, you’re breathing way too hard right now.”

He sat and took a moment to calm down. “There was a huge accident that happened right in front of us. Someone completely swerved out of their lane and crashed into another car. So, for a while, we were in shock. At that point, my phone was dead because my charger stopped working while I was at Chan’s. Anyways, traffic was so bad that we were there for like twenty minutes just waiting to go past this super busy intersection that was all clogged up. In the end, Chan said I should just get out of the car and walk to the park since he’d probably be there a while. The walk took me a while, but I’m here now.”

“Sooyoung that’s- that’s crazy. I’m really sorry that all happened.” I had to take a few seconds to comprehend all that he had recounted to me. There was a very visceral, very unnerving feeling within me at that moment. Something was telling me that this wasn’t going to go well.

“No, I’m sorry. I’m super late and you’ve probably been sitting here for so long after you went through all the trouble to make food and everything.” But then again, with Soonyoung’s radiating optimism, I’m sure I’ll be able to get over it.

“It’s all good.” I gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m just glad you’re here now. Now come on, we should find a good spot to sit.”

We walked, gazing at the various photo-esque locations and quickly finding their flaws: a cute spot under the shade of a tree (too many bugs), a spot with some breeze by the stream (uncomfortable rocks and uneven terrain), a spot on the stone in front of a water fountain (as cute as they were, too many screaming, jumping kids). Yet finally, as we approached the far end of the park, we found the quaintest, quietest, most peaceful spot in the grass. It was sunny and warm and surrounded by yards of bright flowers. We agreed to settle there and placed our blanket down, beginning to unpack our lunch.

I found my initial bad impression begin to fade as we calmly ate, going in and out of conversation and generally just enjoying the other’s presence. Despite the simplicity of the meal, Soonyoung continuously reminded me how much he loved it. I was pleased to hear his compliments even if I did deny them. Soon enough we were finished with the food and I was reading the newest novel I had bought, picking back up from where I left off. In the cool and comfortable atmosphere, it almost felt as though we were one of the many couples in the park that day, enjoying a nice day out in the sun together, in love. I could see how a random passerby could glance at us and think, “Ah, what a cute date.” After all, with Soonyoung’s head laying on my lap as I read out loud to him, he did sort of look like my boyfriend. The entire time my eyes were fixed to the page as I focused on following the story and adding voices to each character for entertainment’s sake, but I took a pause for once to look down at Soonyoung. He was looking directly at me, eyes peering into my own, and I suddenly felt very vulnerable under his gaze.

“Soonyoung, I have to tell you something.”

Plop. Right in the middle of Soonyoung’s forehead landed a drop of water. Plop plop plop. Quickly, the rain began to fall and spiraled into a thunderstorm within seconds. Soonyoung jumped up as I rushed to throw my book and all our containers into the basket and run for cover, using the picnic blanket to shield the both of us. The other parkgoers also hurried to find a spot to stay dry and, evidently, we were left with nowhere to go.

“Let’s try to catch a bus home!” Soonyoung suggested. I nodded, and we sprinted to the stop outside the park entrance, dodging the rain under a couple of trees along the way.

“You have got to be kidding me!” I shouted. Just outside the gates was a bus, empty and unmoving, with about ten bus drivers with varying degrees of intense protests written on picket signs.

“Shit, how could I forget? Bus drivers have been on strike all week, there’s no way we’re gonna convince them to bring us home.”

By now we had been out in the rain for at least four minutes and we were drenched despite our efforts to protect ourselves with the blanket. I should have known. Soonyoung being late in the first place was the first red flag, but I chose to ignore it. I chose to ignore it because I knew I was enjoying what we had, pretending we were a couple. It was so incredibly selfish. It was selfish the way I let myself get caught up in the moment. It was selfish the way I let my bad luck get in the way. It was selfish the way I ruined Soonyoung’s birthday by making it all about me.

I kept my head down in shame. While my body was freezing cold, my eyes began to burn with tears. I willed them to stay back but I couldn’t stop them, and so they fell and I heaved.

He turned to me and began to rub my back. “Hey, are you okay?”

I sobbed then. “I’m sorry, Soonyoung. I wanted to make your birthday nice, but I just ruined it.”

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. “It’s okay. It’s not your fault. Don’t worry about it.”

“No, this was supposed to be your day. Today was supposed to be special. I was supposed to take you to Japan and instead we’re stuck here in the rain, freezing our asses off,” I choked out.

Looking up, I saw his brow furrow into an unreadable expression. “Maybe we don’t have to be.” He shrugged the blanket off his shoulder, wrapping it around my head, and gently grabbed my hand. In a spontaneous burst of energy not uncommon to Soonyoung, he took off in a run with me trailing behind. He dragged me to the nearest store awning and plucked an umbrella from the bin beside the door.

“Soonyoung, what are you doing?” I asked.

“Just follow my lead.”

With a flourish, he pushed the umbrella open, held it over his head, and sprang out onto the street with a splash. He motioned back to the bin, urging me to grab an umbrella for myself. I hesitantly pulled one out and opened it before joining Soonyoung on the street. He grabbed my hand once again and led me into a simple dance. As we moved about, we kicked up large splashes of rain on the street below us. We spun around, making large strides from side to side and twirling the handles of our umbrellas. Once we were both completely out of breath, we returned to the store awning.

I regulated my breathing before starting. “Now what was all that about?”

“I wanted to show you that this day hasn’t been completely ruined. Even if it’s pouring, we can still have a good time if we’re together.” He took my hand in his once more, this time clasping both of his hands around it. They were comfortably and unusually warm considering the current weather conditions. “I say we head home with these umbrellas and make some frozen pizza. What do you think?”

“That sounds pretty good.” I couldn’t help but smile. “But I still feel pretty shitty about today. I- I don’t exactly have the best luck with these kinds of things.”

The corner of his lips tugged into a sympathetic grin. “Don’t worry about it.” He gingerly pressed a kiss onto the top of my head. “This is the best birthday date I could ask for.”

And in that moment, I came to accept what I had with Kwon Soonyoung, my best friend, my roommate, and the object of my affection. After all these years of letting guys into my life and repeatedly getting knocked down, I found the one boy who could quell those worries. I found the one boy who could step up to the universe and tell it to fuck right off as he danced away in the middle of a thunderstorm. I found the one boy who I finally felt lucky to have.

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