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coepiteamare · 4 years ago

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pairing: yoongi x female!reader genre: angst (are we surprised), fluff, reader is an actress, yoongi is photographer warning: a lot of feelings, uhm there’s like 2 lines about sex but it’s not super explicit, bad break ups, not beta read, heartbreak, header credit: lovely isa! she’s so talented please check her out @monvante word count: 9.5k (how and why this became the longest thing i’ve written, i don’t know) rating: sfw though slightly mature (2 lines about sex but not explicit) collab: the valentine’s day collab with a bunch of awesome writers! please check out everyone’s stories!

summary: yoongi is a nature photographer and you’re an actress who’s spent her entire life in front of the cameras. when he’s hired (against his will) for a photoshoot, he’s not quite expecting you: all smiles and charm and mystery. (alt: you laugh, and yoongi hears the night sky crumble into a thousand shooting stars. he fumbles with the settings, his heart rattling in his chest like the camera in his hands, but for the first time, the picture doesn’t do the sight in front of him justice.) A/N: this is....so late because i am big dumb + life changes + writing is hard. i have extremely mixed feelings on this one, but if you do read it, i hope it makes you feel something. if you listen to epik high, a lot of this was written while listening to “sleepless in _________”.

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[alt.image: Black and white triptych of a view outside a bedroom window. The position of the shot is the same in all three: all of them are directly facing an open window depicting the Seoul skyline. Towards the bottom of the picture, the edge of a bed can be seen: a plaid blanket with a light coloured bed frame. Right below the window is a dark wood dresser with a glass of water on top. At the center of the frame is a square, side hung window with light coloured (white) curtains on the sides. The first frame depicts a light blue coloured sky. There’s a lens flare at the top right of the corner. The second frame depicts a gradient sky. There’s light from the buildings shining through. The third frame depicts a darker sky, but the building lights are still on. The glass of water lies in the same position through the pictures, with little to no change in water amount.]

There’s a loud bzzt bzzt coming from the side of his bed as sleep clings to his eyelashes and glues his eyes shut, exhaustion still running through his veins. His fingers fumble, groping in the darkness, for the source of the noise until his fingers clasp around his phone and silence it. He rubs his face in his pillow and lets himself settle in again, sleep creeping back when—bzzt, bzzt—there’s another round of vibrations from his phone. Yoongi knows he turned on the do not disturb mode, so he contemplates answering as his fingers make contact with his phone, before pressing the side button and turning it off.

He shuts his eyes, but sleep doesn’t call his name this time around. Someone else does, as the door swings open.

“Yoongi!”

Yoongi groans and pulls the covers over his head, letting the weighted blanket settle around his body, but Hoseok peels it off his body without a struggle.

“You could have called when you came back,” Hoseok opens the black out curtains, afternoon light flooding through the window and making Yoongi’s vision dance.

“You could have called before you barged in.”

“I did,” Hoseok settles on the edge of his bed, laughing when Yoongi kicks him off, “you didn’t answer.”

“I was busy.” He sits up and rubs the sleep from his eyes, the afterglow of his dreams fading from his mind.

Hoseok looks at the suitcase still packed at the corner of his bed, at the instant noodle cups on the counter. “I see that.”

Yoongi shrugs and reaches for the camera bag on his nightstand, fiddling with the zippers and refusing to meet Hoseok’s eyes.

It’s quiet before there’s a sigh that paints the silence between them. Hoseok reaches his hand out, eyes a little soft, smile a little apologetic, and Yoongi gives him the camera.

“So how was Greenland?”

“Cold. Colder than here. Not green at all.” Hoseok laughs at that, and perhaps it’s the weather, the lack of people Yoongi has seen the past few months, or Hoseok’s sunny disposition dispelling the shadows, but there’s a small warmth that blooms through Yoongi. “It was nice though. Nice pictures.”

“I can see that. Did you have an exhibition in mind for these?”

“No. I just wanted a change of pace for a bit.” he clears his throat, trying to unstick the words clinging to his esophagus. “New environment. Clear my head. Look for new inspiration.”

Hoseok hands him back the camera. “I signed you up for RKIVE LAB’s Valentine’s Day exhibition.” Yoongi stops fiddling with the buttons and grips the camera a little tighter. “Portraits of love. Pictures of people required.”

“I don’t take pictures of people.”

“You used to. Before.” Hoseok doesn’t say it—knows to shut his mouth even before Yoongi glares at him—but the presence of the words stains the air like an unwanted lens flare smudged across the picture. The weight of it lingers, glaringly obvious in the silence, as heavy as the blanket curled up at Yoongi’s feet.

“Used to. Not anymore.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t do it again.”

“And that doesn’t mean I want to. Besides, I’m not ready for another exhibition.”

“Yoongi,” Hoseok takes a seat on the bed and this time, Yoongi doesn’t chide him for it. “Your last exhibition was a year ago. You stopped photographing people for 8 months. 4 months ago, you decided—out of the blue, mind you—to pack up and visit Greenland, 2 weeks before your exhibition. Not only was PR an absolute nightmare, but you also scared me. I was worried about you.”

There’s a sense of guilt that trickles through him at Hoseok’s words. Yoongi hugs his knees to his chest and tucks his chin over them. He’d sink into the floor if he could, let it swallow him whole if it meant he could avoid the conversation, but knowing Hoseok, he’d continue, even when it closed back up.

“You need to let go,” Hoseok squeezes his shoulder.

“I need to sleep. I’m still jet lagged.”

“It’s been a week since you’ve come back!”

“Exactly,” he pouts, and tries to reach for his blanket, but Hoseok gently slaps his hands away. His voice softens when he opens his mouth, insecurity painting the edges.“I just don’t think I’m ready for an exhibit. I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready.”

“I think you just need to try.”

The sigh that leaves his body doesn’t do much for the heaviness that he can’t seem to dispel. He’s tried. Tried to take pictures, tried to photograph people, but he doesn’t know how to capture them without the lens of heartbreak, without finding pieces of his ex hidden in filters. He’s tried to forget, tried to remember, tried to drown everything out to the bitter taste of alcohol, and nothing worked. He tries, and nothing works.

“I don’t know how to take pictures of people anymore,” Yoongi says weakly.

Hoseok’s smile is bright, too bright, the picture of false reassurance. “Don’t worry about that. I’ve already made a call.”

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[alt. Image: An out of focus, blurry, god shot, full body photograph of a girl. She wears a short red dress with thin straps and black platform boots. There’s a pink and green image/texture projected on top of her as she poses with her arms stretched over her head. The woman is not at the centre of frame, but more towards the right. The photograph appears to be taken hastily, as if the photographer was falling down when taking the shot.]

Yoongi’s forgotten how much light is involved with studio shoots: the moment he steps into the studio, there’s a flash of bright light, and there’s small spots of light dancing in the corner of his vision. He wants to go home, curl back into his cotton sheets, and hide under the covers.

It’s convenient, he’ll admit. Outdoor photography, especially nature photography, means hours and hours of planning ahead, of trekking into the wilderness and adjusting lenses and camera angles, and tripod placements to get the perfect shot, only to have something—be it the sun, or a bug, or an animal, or a tree that decides to fall at that moment—interfere and ruin the moment. But indoor photography means that everything gets to be controlled, adjustable to his whims.

Yoongi fiddles with his camera settings, finger nervously itching for something to do in the unfamiliar environment. He’s not sure if he likes these kinds of photographs, the ones scripted and tweaked until perfection is smudged against the frame of the picture. He likes spontaneity, likes the unpredictability of nature, but he also likes the idea that everything can be adjusted, picture perfect, to the way he wants it. (No one leaves, no one hurts. Just pictures. Just his ideas.)

“I didn’t know we were getting a new photographer.”

He spins around and almost stumbles backwards at the sight of you. He could easily have deemed you as one of the set pieces: clothes perfectly pressed, skin glossy, not a hair out of place. You're brilliant and dazzling and beautiful, pressurised to perfection, and Yoongi doesn’t know if he likes that. Doesn’t like the crisp edges of your pants, the sharp angles of your shoulders.

“My name is Y/N. It’s nice to work with you.”

He stares at the hand in front of him for a second before wiping his palm on his pants. Your smile doesn’t fade as Yoongi gingerly shakes your hand. “Yoongi. I’m just here to watch Vante on shoot. I haven’t photographed people in a while, and our agent thought it would help me to watch him in action.”

The way your eyes sparkle, light up brighter than the studio lights, feels uncanny: he knows he’s seen it before, but he’s not sure where. It stirs up a familiar feeling in his tummy, like the anticipation that builds just as he’s about to press the click of a shutter.

“I’m sure you’re a lot better than you think you are,” your smile is warm, but it sends a chill down his spine. It feels wrong, like he’s stuck in the wrong picture frame, the wrong background. The ground is blurry, his head is light, and when he blinks, everything feels cold.

“You’re a lot better than you think you are, Yoongi. I’ve seen the photos. I know you,” his voice is warm, and Yoongi can hear the smile in the way he grips his hands. “I want to see the exhibit you put up, and I know other people will too.”

“Hey,” there’s a jolt of electricity when you touch him. He blinks, and your face is in front of his, brows knitted. “You okay? I lost you for a moment.”

“Fine,” his voice is scratchy, so he coughs to clear it. “I’m fine. Just-uhm-it’s been a minute. Memories. I haven’t stepped foot in a studio for a while.”

“You must have loved it. Taking pictures of people,” when he tilts his head and tries to make sense of your words, you smile and let go of his shoulder. “You wouldn’t have had such a visceral reaction if you didn’t love it. I’m a firm believer that the things we love never leave us. So you’ll find that spark again. I believe in you.”

When the shoot starts, Yoongi moves around, trying to remember what it was like to work with other people other than him, what it’s like to capture the soul of a human being through a split second. But his mind is still standing where you left him, trying to digest your words to the tune of shutter sounds and someone else’s voice.

All throughout the shoot, he wants to puke, wants to unclog the memories that won’t drain and be forgotten. But they keep playing—over and over and over—and refuse to stop. He talks to Vante in a daze, but he’s unable to wake up from the voice that he hears over and over again—you’ll find that spark again, Yoongi. I believe in you—until your voice cuts through the fog.

“Wait!” he grabs your wrist, and quickly lets go when you turn back, eyes wide. “Wait. i-uhm-have an exhibition and I was wondering if you would be interested. In being the subject.”

“I’m flattered, but-” you pause and bit your lip, eyebrows furrowed, and there’s that feeling again, the click of a puzzle piece falling into place: everything feels all too familiar and foreign at once, like a dream he knew long ago, a photograph he’s taken and forgotten about. Jamais vu and deja vu all at once.

It’s stupid, he knows. But there’s something about you that he doesn’t know how to let go. He’s not sure he’s ready to let go.

“What’s your exhibit on?”

“Love.” He takes a sharp breath in. The word feels a sucker punch to the gut, like touching a wound that hasn’t healed. “What it means to fall in love.”

He knows his face gives away more than he wants to, but you don’t press him for answers. You continue to smile and ask him other questions about his photography instead, but something about the way you pretend like everything is fine reminds him of him, and everything hurts more. He answers the questions, tries to see you instead of his outline over yours, but still sees him in the way your eyes smile, in the sharp raise of your brows, and the quick way you navigate his defenses and gives him his space.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for an exhibit.”

“I don’t think we ever know if we’re ready for anything,” you smile, and he feels nauseous again, like something is trying to crawl out of him. He hears the voices in his head crash over him like a wave, drowning out the sounds of everything and everyone else.

How do you know you’re ready? He hears his voice wobble from the weight of his sorrow, quiver from the pressure of composure. He can’t meet his eyes.

“I don’t think we’re ever ready for anything, Yoongi. But we don’t know until we try.”

“But we do it anyway. Because we never know until we try, right?”

“Right,” he repeats soullessly. (He wasn’t ready then. He doesn’t know if he’s ready now. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be ready to move on.)

“So I’ll do it.”

Yoongi snaps out of his reverie at your words, blinks away the fog. “Pardon?”

“I’ll do it. I don’t want to be the reason you don’t do this,” you purse your lips. “I do have a favour to ask though.”

“What is it?”

The smile that spreads over your face, slow and cheshire, makes him grip his camera tighter. “How do you feel about going to a party?”

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[alt image. Nighttime. A girl in a white dress on a rooftop with skyscrapers behind her. Her hair is blown back by the wind. Although her face is mostly turned away from the camera, there’s a hint of a smile on her face. Her eyes are closed as she spins around, dress billowing around her. The ends of the dress are unseen because the photograph cuts off at what would be her knees to show the cityline behind her. The skyscrapers are out of focus, blurry, so the girl is highlighted. Despite the lights in the background and the moon in the corner, she is the brightest piece in the photograph.]

Yoongi has never been a fan of parties or crowds. He doesn’t like the rush of people, of bodies pressed against each other as they slide across the floor; he hates how the lights are too dim and too bright. It’s too loud, bass amplifying his insecurities and dampening his social skills.

Even at this gala, stuffed with people with important positions and famous titles, where the music is moderately loud and the tables are posh with red velvet tablecloths, Yoongi feels out of place. His glass flute feels awkward in his hand, tie a little too tight no matter how much he pulls it down. He knows he doesn’t belong here (or there or anywhere. It was always him who belonged and Yoongi who followed): security had stopped him before he entered telling him “paparazzi not allowed,” and gave him a once over when he fished out the invitation from his pocket, hesitantly letting him enter the venue and side-eyeing him the entire time. Minutes tick by, and there’s only so many hors d'oeuvres s he can devour, so he pulls out his phone to send you a text of rushed excuses (i have food poisoning. My pipes burst. My car broke down?) and hasty apologies. Just as he manages to get halfway to the exit, squeezing in between crowds, he sees you.

A smile dawns over your face, and all his insecurities melt into the background. “I’ve been looking all over for you”

He points towards the buffet at the back. “They have good crab puffs.”

You laugh at that, and he feels his cheeks stretch into a smile. The silence that hangs over the two of you now feels comfortable, like the world is dimming down to highlight you both, and Yoongi takes the moment to watch your eyes sparkle under the crystal chandeliers twinkling above you. You look at him, quirk an eyebrow and nod towards the exit. “Want to get out of here?”

“Yes please.”

You grab his hand, lace your fingers with his, and pull him up the stairs to the roof, letting go to run to the edge. He feels where your palm was in his, the loss of your warmth, and wants to reach back out to you.

“How pretty.” The wind is cold, sinking teeth through skin and tearing through hair, but you cross your arms and fight back, planted firmly where you are to look at the view beneath you: small glimpses at people living their lives.

Yoongi can’t take his eyes off of you. “Yeah. Pretty.”

“I like coming to the rooftops at parties. Sometimes, when the world is too loud and too much, I go up to the rooftop and I just stand here. ” your teeth chatter, and Yoongi rushes to take off his coat and drape it over your shoulders. Your fingers brush against his and something about you, he realises, feels like a fever dream: hot, hazy, and electric, even in the bitter chill of the winter winds. “I come up to the rooftop and I just look at people living their lives and wonder what I would be doing if I wasn’t here.”

Something about the way you look, empty and hollow, carves a hole in Yoongi’s chest. His fingers itch to reach for the shutter, bring it back to his eye and catch you in his view, but he fiddles with the camera strap around his neck instead. “What does it feel like? Being at the top?”

What does it feel like? To be at the top? Yoongi writes and deletes over and over and over again.

Your laughter sounds as bitter as the wind, but your smile is still fixed in place when you turn your body to meet his. “Like a rollercoaster. Only it’s going backwards as it goes up, so I can see the floor, see the bottom. I am always aware of how far I have to fall. I see the damage before it’s done, so I am always anticipating the drop.”

Your shoulders sag, his jacket slipping down, and Yoongi, for a moment, thinks he sees stars glimmering in your eyes, catching the light of the city and threatening to fall. But when he blinks, all traces of it are gone and you’re back to the girl in the ballroom, smile shy and coy and knowing.

“So what about you, photographer? What does it feel like to be in love?”

His brows furrow and there’s a flush of heat blooming on his cheeks. His heart beats a little faster, staccato against his ribcage, like it’s trying to outrun the shame of being discovered. He’s not sure how you know, so all he can do is stutter. “I don’t-I mean-”

You raise your eyebrow, quirk your head to the side. “Isn’t that your exhibit theme? Explorations of love?”

“Oh,” before he can stop it, a film strip of memories starts playing through his head, snapshots of a relationship shelved in the back of his closet. It’s a slow slide show that sticks to his throat with every image, printed and smudged into the corners of his thoughts. He feels the corset of his ribcage tighten until he’s breathless, so he looks everywhere. Everywhere but you. “I don’t really know what love is supposed to feel like anymore.”

When your hand gently presses against his chest, Yoongi’s eyes widen, feet gently fumbling backwards from the chill of your fingers. “Does it hurt here?”

“What?”

“Are you heartbroken?”

The words fall off your lips casually, like you were asking him how he took his coffee (no sugar, no cream) or how he liked his steak, and not plunging into his insecurities the way the cold of your fingers sink into his skin. The two of you blink in silence as Yoongi struggles to find the words. Everything feels wrong, his tongue twisting and falling to form the correct sounds—

“Stop thinking about it. Feel it here.” you press a little harder against his chest, “Are you heartbroken?”

(Empty coffee cups, songs unfinished, laughter in the walls that he’s unable to scrub off. Yoongi remembers all of it.)

“Yeah.” it’s quiet, his voice stuck in his chest, but he sees the corners of your eyes soften and knows you hear his honesty over the howling wind. “I am.”

You retract your hand and hug his coat a little closer. “I don’t think there’s just one form of love, just as I don’t think there’s just one way to love someone. We love differently, and we love different people differently. Heartbrokenness is just another form of love. Just because they’re not there doesn’t change the way you love them or the fact that you love them. It just means all the love you have to give is still sitting here,” you bring your hand back to his chest, cover his heartbeat, “with no place to go. Isn’t that love?”

Isn’t that love? Seokjin asks him, sitting in the corner of Yoongi’s room. The sun casts a golden glow over his skin, kisses his dimples, and Yoongi swears Seokjin has always been more ethereal than mortal. “You take photos and bring me food when I forget to leave my desk because that’s what you know how to do. I write you songs and love letters because that’s what I know how to do. We say I love you in different ways, but does that make it any less love?

“I guess it doesn’t make it any less love.”

You look his way and laugh, brilliant and dazzling and beautiful, and nothing in the sky can compare: not the moon, nor the comets, nor the galaxies. You laugh, and Yoongi hears the sky crumble into a thousand shooting stars. He fumbles with the settings, his heart rattling in his chest like the camera in his hands, but for the first time, the image through the lens doesn’t do the sight in front of him justice.

But he tries anyway. He presses down on the shutter and tries to stuff your laughter into a freeze frame, even though he knows it won’t compare.

It could never.

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[Alt Image: A girl sits with her chin over her knees next to a floor length window as a rainstorm blurs the background into hazy lights. The lighting is dark, but there’s a flash of lightning outside as it lights up the girl’s face. She stares outside her window, at the sky, deep in contemplation.]

Yoongi finds that Seoul sparkles when you’re next to him. Even the bitter winter winds that blow through his parka can’t steal the warmth of your hand in his when the two of you walk through the streets. The two of you start to spend more time together, getting food and eating in your apartment and taking pictures of nature. You’ll have glasses and a cap and a mask on, and there’ll be more of you he can’t see than he can, and still he finds you to be the brightest star in the night sky. But he likes you best like this: dressed with a smile and his t-shirt, face free of the traces of your day, in bed with him. He’s not sure when he’s found himself to be at home in your place, but he finds himself there instead of his studio apartment. Outside the window of your penthouse apartment, he can see the Seoul skyline and skyscrapers: if he looks down, he can see smudges of people walking through the streets, living about their daily lives.

Sometimes, he’ll wake up in the middle of the night to find you sitting on the floor, against the floor length window, looking at the world below you.

“Come back to bed,” he’ll murmur, sleep still fogging his vision, and you’ll smile, set your tea on the nightstand, and wrap your arms around him as he pulls you closer to him until the andante of your heartbeats lull him to sleep.

Tonight, however, your head is leaned up against the glass, watching as the rain pours down, and there’s something about the moment that makes Yoongi reach for the camera to take a quick shot. He knows the lighting is off and the shadows are dark, but something about the way you’ve tucked your knees under your chin and folded in on yourself makes you seem so small, so different from the girl he sees on the billboards and magazine covers and television shows.

You turn around when the flash goes off. “I didn’t know you were awake.”

“The thunder,” he explains, just as another flash of light strikes through the sky. You hum, but don’t move towards him: this time, you look back out the window. He’s tempted to wait for the lightning to strike again so he could have the shot of your face illuminated in light, but the image through his viewfinder looks so different from what he’s used to, so he takes the camera with him and sits down across from you. He leans his face against the cool of the glass.

“Hey,” you smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. He sees the shadows under your eyes, the build up from over night shoots, and it tugs his heart. There’s something beautiful about you like this, in the normalcy.

“Hey,” the two of you sit in the silence for a minute. “Penny for your thoughts?”

Another flash of lightning, then a roll of thunder. “Just thinking about how many people are out there, just living their lives. I wonder if they all know me, if they have an opinion of me, if they’ve seen me act. I wonder who I am to them, if I am anybody at all.”

“What do you mean?”

You pull your fingers away from the glass, but don’t look at him. “I feel as though I am always playing a character. So, I wonder what character they know me as. If they would be interested in knowing who I am.”

His hand reaches out to yours, and he moves his body closer to yours, until your knees are knocking against his and your legs are entwined. “I’m interested.”

Another flash. You smile, but it fades as quickly as the lightning does. “What about you? Anything on your mind? You seemed pretty distracted earlier.”

It’s Yoongi’s turn to not meet your eyes. There’s a slew of umbrellas below, a bunch of colourful blobs against the pavement. (Seokjin liked the rain. Do you like the rain? He’s not sure.)

“It’s nothing.” He can’t meet your eyes.

“Is it hard to let them go? The one who broke your heart?”

Yoongi hears the way your voice softens, the way it carries through the room gently, the same way you asked him if he was heartbroken up on the roof weeks ago. You’re always a little more perceptive then he gives you credit for, a little too good at reading in between the lines. He lets out a shaky breath. “Yeah. Yeah he is. I still think about him sometimes. Sometimes, I still hear his voice in my head.”

He feels your gaze on him, but neither of you say anything for a while.

He knows you have a busy day tomorrow, jam packed with schedules and meetings and shoots and bits of sleep in between. (Not that your days are ever not busy. You’re always running from here to there, a blur of motion in the screenshots of his memories.) But the two of you just look out the window, at the storm that refuses to quell, and listen to the rain fall.

He wakes up next to the lingering warmth of your body heat, your shampoo still clinging to the pillows and sheets. There’s not much to do today, so he takes his time getting ready to go back to his apartment and edit. Just as he’s putting his toothbrush into your toothbrush holder, his phone starts to vibrate.

Before he’s even said hello, Hoseok’s voice cuts through the phone. “How’s your exhibit coming along?”

“Good morning, Hoseok. How was your sleep? Mine was lovely, thank you for asking.”

There’s a sigh that comes through the phone. “I slept great. So how’s your exhibit?”

“It’s coming along.”

“Word on the street is that you’re getting close to Y/N.”

He catches a look at himself from the entrance mirror and is glad Hoseok can’t see him right now. There’s a small constellation on the dip of his collarbone from a couple nights ago. “We’re working together on the exhibit, yeah.”

“Yoongi, I’m serious. I’m glad that you’re editing and taking photos; I really am. I just think—if you are more than just coworkers—you should take it slow. You remember what happened last time-”

“It’s not like that this time Hoseok.”

“I know. But it’s happened before. You always fall too hard, too fast and then you don’t know how to dig yourself out of the hole when it’s over. “

Yoongi gently shuts the door behind him, shoves his free hand into his coat pocket. “When do I need to send you the pictures?”

Another sigh. This one is heavier than the other. “Next Friday.”

“Alright. I’ll see you then.”

“Just take care of yourself, Yoongi.”

“I know,” there’s a hum from the other end before he presses end call. “Trust me, I know.”

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[Alt Image: A girl turning around to smile at the camera as she holds the hand of the photographer. There’s a lens flare at the upper left corner of the picture. She glows as she smiles, sunlight hitting her cheekbones. The picture is a bust shot, and though the girl is in the centre of frame, she is slightly out of focus: the photo is mainly focused on the interlocked hands due to the depth of field.]

It’s strange how in love you are with the mundane. You like coffeeshop dates, holding hands in public, and the ability to walk down the streets without covering up your face, things Yoongi has never thought twice about. He prefers time spent in doors, tucked away with food and natural lighting. But you prefer the outdoors, the sun on your face, even if it isn’t the great outdoors. No, you like pavement and parks and everything in between if it means you don’t have to cover up.

“I’ve never really had that,” you told him once, mouth stuffed with street food. “I’ve always been conscious of the way people look at me, how they’re going to view me, and the eyes. I’m always aware of people’s eyes on me. Growing up in the spotlight, working in this industry for so long meant I don’t get to have the normal things in life.”

So he tries to take you out more, though more often than not, it ends with the two of you running away from shadows and bright lights. More often than not, the two of you find your way to his or your apartment, tucked away from the eyes of everyone else with take out spread across the floor. He dreads the moment you pull your hands away from him, when the hands on the clock move too quickly for his taste. Tonight, however, he has you all to himself.

So, he takes his time: delicately arranges the bouquet of purple across your chest and up your thighs, gently plucks your moans from your lips, and plants kisses on the field of your shoulder blades when the bloom of pleasure becomes too much.

Your chest gently rises and falls under the white sheet, while his heart rapidly flutters inside his ribcage. Before he knows it, his fingers are on camera, trying to immortalise the moment before time takes it away from him too.

When the shutter goes off, you bring your hand to his, pull his body to yours, and nuzzle your face in his shoulder. “So.”

“So?”

“Exhibition soon. Have you figured it out?” You pull back and trace your finger along the constellation you drew on to his chest. “What it feels like to fall in love?”

He’s not sure. It feels fast: time seems to slip through his fingers when he’s with you. It feels slow: every moment is a picture frame, a freeze frame of a small infinity. It feels quiet: neither of you are loud, reveling in the silence and the quiet, sharing the same breath. It feels loud: you smile and he hears the sirens go off, ringing his mind until it’s drowned out by the pounding in his chest. I don’t know. It just feels different with you, he wants to say, but it sounds stupid in his head. It’s similar to how he felt like with Seokjin, but brighter, a saturation of colours and experiences.

“Feels like you,” he tugs you closer.

His brows furrow when you reach away from him, and he tries to pull you back: he reaches for your hand, but you slip away from him with a small smile. “Tea. I’ll be back.”

He hears the pitter patter of your footsteps as you walk into the hallway, and he waits for you to come back. He waits and waits, until his eyelids grow too heavy.

When he blinks again, the light is shining through your curtains. The blanket is tucked under his chin, but the bed is empty. He rolls over, but it’s cold.

The pillow doesn’t smell like you.

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[Alt Image: A picture of someone’s eyes. The eyes are staring directly into the lens. One eye is lighter than the other, due to the angle of the sunlight. Although they are in the center of frame, the face is turned slightly to the side, as though they turned around for this picture.]

It gets harder and harder to meet you through the interstices of your schedule: you text him less and less, and he finds himself trying to find every possible reason to see you.

Did you eat?

Are you free anytime soon?

I miss you.

Every short text finds an even shorter response, crammed between short breaks. He spends more time fiddling with his phone, shooting up at the glow of his screen, than he does with his camera. His camera sits on his nightstand, untouched for the past few days: every time he tries to take a picture, all he can see is you. You laughing at dumb cat videos he sends you. You squealing in delight as the unpredictable Seoul weather brings rainfall. You leaning your head against the glass, lost in thought.

He sees you in unfinished pizza boxes and unfinished netflix shows and half empty mugs strewn around. He finds you in everything. So when you show up at his doorstep, pizza box in hand and hat over your head, he almost dismisses you as an apparition.

You stick your foot in his doorway to stop him from shutting the door. “You’re not kicking me out so soon? Not when I brought pizza?”

He takes the pizza box from you, still a little unsure if you’re real, but then you call his name.

“Hi Yoongi,” you smile, and it’s so much prettier than he remembers. He knows you’ve had a long day—eyes glazed, shoulders drooping, smile falling—and something about the way you’re trying to hold your smile makes a corner of his chest squeeze tighter, until it hurts to breathe. He’s not sure what to say, not sure how to move past the breathlessness, so the two of you wordlessly chew on your pizzas.

When the tension grows thick, the silence hard to breathe through, the clump of feelings in the pit of his stomach feels harder to hold on to, so he blurts out, “I love you.”

His confession rings through the room, echoes in the silence, and crashes against your chest. Though neither of you say anything, he continues to hear the ripples in his head, his voice repeating over and over again. You don’t look at him, and his leg won’t stop bouncing, his hands won’t stop fidgeting with the camera settings.

“I love you,” he says once more, just in case you didn’t hear it. He hopes your silence is because you didn’t hear it the first time. He knows better, from the way you bite your lip (your nervous habit) to the way you shrink into yourself (another tick he’s noticed).

“I should leave. I have an early shoot tomorrow.” you stand. The smile plastered on your face makes him want to hurl, too reminiscent of your first meeting when you held him at an arm’s distance. When Seokjin held him at an arm’s distance, right before he told Yoongi I don’t think I’m the person you’re in love with. I don’t think this is going to work out. When Seokjin smiled and told him I’m sorry but wasn’t sorry enough to answer the phone when Yoongi’s heart was bloody and broken and drenched in alcohol.

“But I love you,” it’s quiet and hoarse this time, and Yoongi doesn’t know if you can hear it over the sound of his heart breaking, but you turn around. The smile on your face—brilliant and dazzling and empty—burns something in him, the hollowness of his chest suddenly swelling with rage.“Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“That,” Yoongi motions to you, brows furrowed and anger coating his tongue. “Stop looking at me like I'm a screenplay and a set, like you’re trying to read me and understand what I want. I don’t want anything from you.”

“That’s ridiculous. Everyone wants something.”

“Fine. I want you to be you. not what looks best on screen, not what you think I want you to be. But you. I want you to be you.”

“What’s that supposed to be like? Being me?” the anger lacing your voice, the way your smile drops quickly off your face, makes Yoongi’s anger fizzle out into a cold chill. “You don’t realise how biased the camera is, how you’re seeing the picture the way you want to, the way you want to frame things? Tell me you look at me and you don’t see what could be changed. that you don’t see how you would adjust the exposure, how to narrow or widen the depth of field.”

Yoongi doesn’t say anything, mouth glued shut and sticking together with shame. There’s a heat licking up his neck to his cheeks that burns through his skin and into his chest that only grows hotter when you continue.

“My job is to give people what they want, squeeze myself into a character and a script. Become a fantasy they can project on. I’ve spent my entire life being different people and fitting myself into the role they want me to play. I don't exist, Yoongi. I only exist between action and cut. I am constantly in some form of a take. I am constantly shooting different movies for different people, being the different characters they want me to be. You want something from me too, Yoongi. Don’t you get it?”

He forces himself to look up at you.

“Did you like me for me, Yoongi?” You tilt your head, eyes tired. “Or did you like me because something about me reminded you of your ex?”

Yoongi recoils, hurt spilling out of his veins. He opens and closes his mouth, but nothing falls out. Instead, it’s another roll of memories that plays through his head.

I think we should break up, Seokjin tells him and Yoongi drops his fork. When you look at me, it feels like you’re seeing someone else, a version of me that exists only in your head.

Who are you seeing when you take a picture, Yoongi?

Who am I to you?

What do you see through the lenses?

When you smile this time, it’s more of a grimace, like his silence gives you an answer. Your eyes fall to the floor, shoulders trembling as you laugh humorlessly, and you start to leave.

Yoongi tries to say something—anything, the correct thing—and frantically pulls at his brain. “But I love you.”

That makes you stop. You stay at the doorstep, hand gripping the doorknob, but don’t turn to face him. He waits for you to say something, anything, for you to turn around. But you don’t.

You open the door and close it behind you, never looking back.

He’s alone again.

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[alt.image: A black square. Darkness. The absence of light. The shade of broken heart. Is it nothing or everything? Is it too much or too little?]

Everything about you is intentional, from the tilt in your head (precise and exact, calculated) to the gleam in your eyes. The way your lips curl as you smile.

He wonders if his broken heart was also something written into the script, if he was playing the role of a character he never signed up for, if his broken heart was something you calculated from the very start, just like the angle of your head tilts and degrees of your smile.

His camera suddenly feels all too heavy, too fragile, and too much like his heart. If he wasn’t a photographer, would he have met you? In another world, would he have seen you through the view of his camera, just a subject and nothing else? No coffee dates and rooftop talks, no heartbreaks? He grips his camera tighter, and a flare of anger rushes through him, filtering every other thought and piercing through his vision. When he blinks and the lights settle, there’s a dull sense of pain near his foot and a dent in the wall.

There’s shards of broken lenses on the floor, but he shuffles back to bed, sob clawing at his throat.

Maybe you were like a film camera, brilliant and beautiful at first glance. Until the film is dipped into chemistry and developed and the errors are hung out to dry.

So why does it hurt so much?

There’s a loud bzzt bzzt coming from the side of his bed as sleep clings to his eyelashes and glues his eyes shut, exhaustion still running through his veins. His fingers fumble, groping in the darkness, for the source of the noise until his fingers clasp around his phone and silence it. He rubs his face in his pillow and lets himself settle in again, sleep creeping back when—bzzt, bzzt—there’s another round of vibrations from his phone. Yoongi knows he turned on the do not disturb mode, so he doesn’t contemplate answering when his fingers make contact with his phone, pressing the side button to shut it off.

He shuts his eyes, but sleep doesn’t call his name. Neither does Hoseok.

Instead Hoseok gently shuts the door after slipping off his shoes at the entrance. He makes his way over towards the bed, and Yoongi pulls the covers over his head. He waits for the tug, but it doesn’t come. Instead, there’s a gentle dip to the side of him when Hoseok takes a seat, silent.

They sit like that for a while, Yoongi gently breathing—up and down, up and down—with a chest that feels broken and a heart that rattles inside his ribcage. He still feels the hum of alcohol in his system, sloshing in his lungs as they rise and fall.

“I’m sorry, Yoongi,” Hoseok’s voice vibrates through the silence. “I’m sorry you were hurt. But you can’t keep yourself holed up.”

Yoongi shifts under the blankets, but doesn’t say anything. He wonders if sleep would drag him under if he pretended long enough. His head is throbbing, and he wants another drink, but he knows Hoseok won’t let him while he’s still here. He knows because the last time he was heartbroken, he shut himself inside his apartment for two months until he was more alcohol than water. He stopped going out, stopped answering phone calls, stopped taking pictures because everything reminded him of Seokjin.

Now that his camera is broken, he can’t be reminded of you. He drinks up until he can forget, until the film of memories is damaged, so he can fall asleep. When he wakes up and he remembers you still, he drinks up again to forget, shot after shot after shot. He doesn’t want to remember.

“I called RKive. Told them you weren’t doing it.”

“Okay,” he whispers. Yoongi’s so tired and his head hurts, and he just wants to get this over with as quickly as he can so Hoseok can leave and Yoongi can pour out his sorrows into a shot glass that never seems to run dry.

I don’t want to be the reason you don’t do this.

He wishes he could stop hearing your voice in his head, stop seeing you in every corner of his room, stop smelling your perfume on his sheets. He just wants to go to sleep, dream in black. Stop remembering you.

“I’m sorry, Yoongi.”

“Okay,” he whispers.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Are you heartbroken?

“Yeah,” the tears fall and his shoulders shake when he sobs. “Yeah, I think I’m heartbroken.”

“Oh Yoongi,” Hoseok hugs him close, and Yoongi lets out the wail that’s been stuck in his chest the past week. For the first time, he wants to let go instead of take in, so he weeps into Hoseok’s chest, until his throat is dry from the sounds it’s making. His body trembles from the stuttering in his chest and the remnants of his sobs.

“I just want to stop hurting,” he hiccups into Hoseok’s shoulder as Hoseok gently pats him on the back.

“I know. I know.”

“How do I stop hurting?”

Hoseok gently peels himself away from Yoongi until he’s looking at him directly in the eyes. “You have to learn to find closure. Whether that’s talking to her, making art, or just going about your routines until it doesn’t hurt anymore. You have to try.”

“What if I’m not ready to move on?”

I don’t think we’re ever ready. But we do it anyway. Because we never know until we try, right?

“Moving on isn’t a step; it’s a goal, Yoongi,” Hoseok squeezes his hands. “You can work towards it. But it’s a conscious choice we make and conscious steps we take. And when you make those steps, it gets easier to breathe and visit places you used to. And one day, you’ll look around and realise that you’ve done it. Maybe not completely, but enough. But you can’t just hole yourself up in your apartment or flee the country. You have to try.”

Hoseok’s eyes are soft when Yoongi looks at him, and Yoongi understands that he’s never allowed himself to move on from Seokjin, just slapped a bandaid over his wound and pretended it didn’t exist. When he met you, he used you as a gauze to staunch the injury and called it healing. He didn’t notice that he bled all over you, didn’t see that you were bleeding over the red of his blood on your wounds. You were trying to tell him you were hurting, and he was too fixated on how similar you were to Seokjin, how he found love again, to hear.

“Hoseok,” Yoongi reaches out for his arm, squeezes his hand. “I want to do it.”

“Do what?”

“The exhibit,” his voice is muffled under his insecurities, but he wants this. “I want to do it.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” he lies. “I think I need to do it. For me. To move on.” He’s not sure if he’s ready; he doesn’t think he’ll ever be ready. So he takes the step anyways.

Yoongi knows Hoseok is thrilled: he hasn’t stopped smiling since before the exhibition, when there was a crowd of people outside waiting to enter the exhibition, and even before that, when Yoongi was collecting the photos and taking more. Yoongi’s worked tirelessly through the nights to meet the Valentine’s Day exhibit deadline, but now that he’s here, he’s a little proud of himself.

He should find Hoseok, tell him thank you. He should also talk to Namjoon, the owner, and congratulate Jimin, Namjoon’s assistant, on a successful exhibition. He should talk to Jeongguk, the painter, about the rose installation piece that’s at the centre of the gallery. He should talk to Vante about the giant photograph of a bird’s eye view of Seoul. He should, but he’s looking for you.

You were the only guest he wanted to invite, even when Hoseok raised an eyebrow at him and asked him if he really wanted to do this. (He did. He texted you over the course of two weeks and deleted each message before it was sent. In the end, he sent you his heart the old fashioned way, with stamps and an envelope, and sealed it with the hope that you’ll receive it in time.) He doesn’t think you’ll come, so he tampers down the anticipation, tries to not look for your laughter or hear the way your eyes form crescents when you smile too hard. Despite the invitation, he doesn’t know if he’s ready to see you again, so he tries to keep himself busy and talk to the visitors about the pictures. He tries to not think about you.

But it’s hard when you’re all he has up for his exhibit, when your face is at every corner. When you’re all he’s been able to think about.

And as it slowly starts to get closer to the close, he tries to not be disappointed. He puts on a smile and asks Jeongguk about the sun and moon holding hands, discusses lighting techniques with Vante, and manages to make Jimin beam with pride when he compliments him about how nice the exhibit set up is.

When the clock strikes 5, Yoongi packs up his camera and tucks it into his bag with his disappointment and begins to head out.

“Take care, Jimin.”

“Bye, Yoongi!” Jimin chirps. “By the way! There’s a lady in front of your exhibit. I think she was captivated by it; she’s been standing there for the past half hour if you want to talk to her!”

A very familiar silhouette greets him.

“I didn’t think you’d come.”

You don’t turn around to face him, just stand there looking up at the picture of you smiling at the camera with the covers pulled up to your chin. He hears the people in the background, the faint hum of murmurs and laughters, but you stand there, quiet and arms crossed. He takes a step towards you before shuffling back to his original spot, shifting his eyes to the portraits before him.

At first glance, you are the same girl in the portraits, but the longer he looks at the portraits, at you from the peripherals in his vision, the less the two of you look alike. The girl in the photographs is soft and bright and sunny, draped in warm light and colour corrections, saturated in happiness. The girl in front of him is worn down and exhausted, cloaked in disguises and fronts that she doesn’t have the strength to put on properly. “I remember this day, but I don’t remember it like that.” You nod towards the picture in front of you.

“What’s it like? In your memories?” he asks, and wants to take it back. There’s too many questions bubbling inside of him—Did you love me? Do you remember how I smiled when you did? What do your frames of memory look like? Do they look like mine, painted in a golden filter?—but he doesn’t know how to develop them into words. He’s not sure he wants to compare the photographs of your memories in the fear it’ll corrupt his.

You’re radio silent, so he stands there, shuffling his feet back and forth as his heart drops with each second. He understands what you meant, back at the rooftop, when you had said about riding a rollercoaster: he sees the answer to your question before you’ve spoken, sees the damage he’s caused through the lens of hindsight. Yet some part of him still wants to hear the words from you.

“I don’t remember a lot of it. I remember it was going well. And then I just remember the hurt. I remember realising you saw someone else when you looked at me, just like everyone else. How I wished I could take back everything from the beginning. I wished I could take back the first time I met you. What would it have been like if I had said no? Would it still hurt?”

“I’m sorry,” his hand reaches out for you automatically, too used to the warmth of your body and the lull of your heartbeat to alleviate the stiffness in his chest, but he pulls his hand back as he realises there is too much space between the two of you: he’s not sure if you want to shorten the distance, if you want him at all.

“Why did you say yes?” he asks instead of what he really wants to ask. “To this. To being the subject. You could have said no.”

“I could have.”

“So why didn’t you?”

“Because you seemed genuine.You looked like you were genuinely looking for a reason—for something, for anything, for purpose—and I liked that. I haven’t met a lot of people like that. Genuine. Earnest.” Your body turns to him, but your gaze is still brushing against the floor and clinging to your hands. “I think a part of me wanted, desperately, to be the source of your purpose. So I let myself believe that you genuinely wanted me for me.”

“I think I loved you.”

“I think the both of us were looking for someone to love,” the corners of your mouth wobble, a pale imitation of the blown up picture of your smile on the wall. “Maybe that’s why it didn’t work. Because we were blinded by our desperation.”

He doesn’t have anything to say to that. The way you look—so curled up in yourself and so vulnerable—slowly makes him realise there’s so much to you he wasn’t able to see. Were there more moments you tried to open up to him, only to have him turn a blind eye because he was still thinking about Seokjin?

“I wish I had met you later. Maybe in a different universe, you and I have a different story line, one where when you and I meet, I have learned to accept love and you have learned to accept heartbreak. Maybe we would have been ready for each other then.” Your smile wobbles, just as it did last time, and Yoongi’s heart wobbles too. When you start to walk away, he tastes the bitterness of his memories surfacing.

“Wait!” he reaches out and grabs your hand, squeezes it a little too tight. When you turn, eyes wide, it feels like a scene he’s seen somewhere before, a picture he used to know. “We could. We could start over. We could make that universe this one.”

“I don’t-I’m not following.”

He drops your hand and offers you his. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you. My name is Yoongi.”

“Yoongi, I’m not-”

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you tentatively take his hand and shake it.

“It’s nice to meet you for the first time. This is my exhibit,” you smile, head tilted in confusion, but the light in your eyes is warm, so he keeps going,” and I was wondering if you wanted to get coffee?

You bite your lip, but don’t let his hand go. He tries to keep his smile on his face, but his heart is beating with the force of a supernova and he feels his nails cut through the skin of his anticipation. When you look down at his hand, he knows you can feel the tremors that run through it, the electricity of anxiety crackling through his veins, but he keeps his eyes on you and the way your eyes search his for clues, for cues and stage directions.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that,” you smile, and it feels like the first time he’s seeing you.

He’s not sure, this time, of the damage: he’s not sure he can anticipate the fall, the wreckage caused. Doesn’t know if he wants to.

It’s a brand new film strip. A new camera. A new storyline.

He’s never been more ready.

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 3 years ago

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Hello again pal! Have a request for today. Can I have the UT cast for a walk in the park with a s/o. (except flowey, he has friend) And what would happen there?

Undertale Sans - He's happy to have some alone time with his S/O. It's a nice day, you're sitting in the grass, there is good sunlight, it's warm, it's c... it's cozy, it's far too comfortable and in twenty seconds, Sans is dead, hands and legs spread like a seastar and he is snoring. You regret you didn't invit Papyrus, because now, it's going to be quite boring. You ditch him the second you see Undyne in the distance to go hang with her. When you come back one hour later, he has not move. Yes, you'll have to carry him home.

Undertale Papyrus - He prepared everything and planned all what you are going to do. It starts with a nice lunch under a big tree, then some swimming in the lake, then some running, then some badminton, and then some walking, and then... You eat lunch, it was nice. And then it starts raining and all his plans are ruined and Papyrus is unconsolable. He is stubborn too and he is refusing to leave. You are waiting above a big tree while he goes to swim in the lake despite everything. Maybe you should call Sans to help you reason him, because he will do all of his activities with or without you, and regret it the next day with a bad fever. He doesn't know when to stop.

Undertale Toriel - It's mostly a chill day. Toriel wants to know more about the Surface birds so you bought this birds encyclopedia and you're trying to find what species you can find in the park and where they are doing their nests. You end the day sitting on the grass, eating ice cream, while Toriel is hyping over all her new discoveries, then you head home for diner.

Undertale Asgore - He would love to just enjoy the sun and swim in the lake, but he's not really an unknown person. Everyone, humans and monsters, knows his face. If monsters noticed you and quickly left you two some space, humans won't stop bothering you to have pictures or talk about human-monster politics. One random guy even stalked you for two hours before insulting you and leave. You went for a quick ice cream then left to relax in his garden instead, so you two can finally have some privacy.

Undertale Undyne - I hope you love to run because she's here to train with you. You can't stop her. She's running through the park, jumping fences, throwing spears at random children that she asks to attack her, and then she won't stop swimming alll the length of the lake at full speed, creating huge waves. You gave up in the middle of the training to take a nap in the sun, that's too much for you.

Undertale Alphys - You had to argue to force her to leave her phone at home. But without her phone, Alphys can't relax. She's clawing the ground nervously next to you, jump when a child runs near you and she's scared of water and won't follow you in even if you say you will hold her. So you pass plan B and takes out your Mewmew cosplay and just start roleplaying. Now, she is much more into this and she finally relaxes a little. You end up doing a photoshoot near the lake and the both of you are having fun.

Undertale Frisk - Like Asgore, they're a celebrity, and everyone wants to flirt with them. Frisk is gently trying to explain they're not alone, but humans still don't get it and keep insisting. So Frisk decides to just ignore them and join you in the water, before kissing you full mouth. You can hear a lot of disappointment in the public, but eh, it's working, everyone finally minds their own business and you can swim and hug with them.

Undertale Chara - Chara hates nature trips. They think it's so dumb and boring, but they agree for a lunch. After that, you tried to lure them into running, but that doesn't work. Chara looks at you, upset you didn't listen when they specifically told you they didn't want to do that, takes a book out and starts reading, ignoring you. You leave them alone to have fun. Chara is fine like that.

Undertale Mettaton - He can't resist the call of his fans and ditches you to sign autographs. That's not how you imagined this trip to go, but it's happening anyways, so deal with it. You leaves him have his fun and you go to pet all the dogs walking in the park. It seems like a fun activity.

Undertale Gaster - He's nervous. Everyone is looking at him, because, you know, he's goopy and all. He doesn't feel very comfortable and sun is not really good for him. You both discovered it since he is melting like ice cream on the ground and starts panicking because he can't stop it. You try to help, but he absorbs your hands and now you are stuck on your knees, your hands inside of Gaster, as he's trying to apologize again and again.

Undertale Grillby - You can't believe it. You managed to drag him outside of his bar for one day, but he still put his suit on because he felt naked in a T-shirt. Other than that, Grillby is enjoying the day, walking and relaxing in the sun, and he won't stop to cuddling you, except when some children came to ask you how you can hug fire without burning and then tried for two hours to touch your boyfriend when he lowered his guard.

Undertale Muffet - Muffet is never going alone. She brought all her family with her. When people saw tarentulas running everywhere in the park, everyone left. You have everything just for you, even the ice cream man because Muffet tied him up in a web to make sure he doesn't run away. You're having fun playing with little spiders and climbing in trees. You even have the water for yourself because spiders are scared of water.

Undertale Burgerpants - He wasn't very enthusiastic about this at first, but spending time with you is never failing to make him happy. You spend a lazy afternoon lying in the sun, cuddling and kissing, doing some selfies, eating ice cream, and then you decided to go see a movie in the nearest movie theater, and eat in a restaurant. It's a nice day !

#undertale #sans #papyrus #toriel #asgore #undyne #frisk #chara #mettaton #gaster #muffet #burgerpants #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #alphys

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iamyoursinblog · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Jung Hoseok/Park Jimin/Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: fluff

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You were stretching in bed when the pleasant sound of the trees woke you up. You groped your phone under your pillow and groaned. Friday, 5:13 a.m. Your room was still in the twilight of the night, and why did you manage to wake up so early?! There was still a lot of time before the excursion, and what you must to do? You smiled, even on vacation your habit of waking up early has not disappeared anywhere. Sometimes you wondered why you were so drawn to work that the time for sleep seemed to be wasted. Although, someone would not be happy to work with BTS. These guys were incredible not only outwardly, their dedication, sincerity, kindness and manners, won your heart from the very first minute of communication. And now, lying in your room at the beautiful resort that you have long dreamed of, you still missed your work. Although it may not be about work ...

You smiled and took out your laptop, began to check your mail and what you have to do when you return home. Ten days passed almost imperceptibly, and now there were several days of your escape to this paradise. It is worth enjoying them to the fullest. You were so carried away by your work that you didn't even notice when exactly your room was filled with bright sunlight. You got out of bed and opened the doors to the terrace. The hot wind enveloped your body under the sound of the ocean. Yes, it's definitely good morning! You smiled broadly enjoying the beach landscape. After breakfast, you started getting ready for the excursion. The main plus of interrupting on vacation is that all you need is glasses, a swimsuit and a sundress. Neither makeup, nor hairstyle, nor the eternal dilemma of what to wear - do not bother you when you spend 90% of your time on the beach. You will be definitely miss this.

IT WILL BE FUN

You went out into the hall where everyone who went on a tour gathered. You looked while the guide checked everything in place.

"_____!" a cheerful voice called out to you before strong arms wrapped around your body from your back, making you dumb with surprise. You broke free from the tight embrace and turned towards the owner of a clear voice. Your jaw dropped when you saw Hoseok in front of you. Can you have sunstroke? You stared at him in disbelief, checking your temperature. “Oh, seriously? I'm not a hallucination.” He laughed as he watched your reaction.

"Hoseok, what are you doing here?" you were completely discouraged by his appearance.

“We flew here at night to photoshoot. Since this is the first day, we have a day off. I thought it would be nice to go on an excursion, and here I am” he put his arm around your shoulders and pushed you towards the bus, where everyone was already sitting. “I was a little upset to be alone, but now I have you. It will be fun!"

“That's for sure,” you mumbled, still trying to piece all the pieces of the puzzle together in your head. How did it happen? You and Hoseok are going on an excursion together. While you were driving, he talked about everything that happened in your absence, which made you practically laughed to tears. "And why did so many funny things happen as soon as I left?" you pretended to pout

"That's it! Don't go anywhere for so long anymore! " replied Hoseok, crossing his arms over his chest

"I was away for 10 days"

"Just?" Hoseok interrupted you, looking at you wide-eyed “FOR 10 whole days you were gone !!! In fact, I missed you while you were drinking cocktails here on the beaches and flirting with tanned guys" from turned towards the window, pretending to be offended by you

"Yes Yes Yes. Poor Hoseok." you stroked his head "By the way, for reference, I haven't flirted with any tanned guys"

“Yeah, so you don’t deny the cocktail part?” he turned sharply and pointed his finger at you, as if he had solved the crime of the century.

“You don’t think I’ll only drink fresh juices on vacation in such a chic place?” you answered and you two laughed

“Okay, on this point I forgive you. But about the guys - it doesn't seem to be true. I will not believe that during this time no one flirted with you. " he shook his head in disbelief

“I didn’t say that they didn’t flirt with me. I said that I was not flirting with anyone.” You took your bag and headed for the exit when the bus arrived. Hoseok looked at you with an open mouth, you stuck out your tongue and ran out of the bus.

"Gotcha" You squealed laughing as he grabbed you, lifting the air. “I knew how you usually know how to find the right words to make yourself innocent,” he said, putting you on the ground. “I don't even want to image how many guys you managed to break their heart. Cruel woman " he covered his face with his hand

"It's not my fault that they are not in my style"

"Is it because I'm in your style?" he smiled widely, posing smugly

"Mmmmm ..." you examined him from head to toe, carefully evaluating him

"Are you hesitant to answer?" he stared at you

"You .." you started to say, but he covered his ears with his hands, humming a song

“I don’t even want to hear it!” He went ahead complaining under his breath “I miss her there, but she hesitates with the answer, in her style I am or not. What a cruel woman. My life will not be the same. My heart is completely broken.” You followed him, laughing at his little performance of the“ jealous guy ”. What a weirdo, you thought to yourself. “Okay, so be it. My generous heart forgives you. ”He smiled broadly, turning in your direction as you walked down the steps.

“Oh, I don't even know how to thank you Hoseok. Thank you very much!!!" you bowed deeply with your hand on your heart. He laughed loudly and pulled your hand to speed up your step. You just followed him while the guide was telling you something about the place where you were, but you couldn't concentrate because Hoseok was constantly joking and distracting you. You knew that because of him you would miss the whole excursion. You went down to a beautiful beach and your breath caught in how beautiful it was. Hoseok pulled you towards the beach as everyone else headed towards the rocks “What are you doing? We are in the other direction,” you said pulling him back, which made him too close to you. You staggered and he hugged you around the waist, pressing you against his body so that you do not fall.

"Can we arrange our own excursion?" he winked at you "Let's go" he pulled you along almost running to the end of the beach. You just followed him, unable to stop. “Wow, look at this place,” Hoseok said as he walked through a crack in the rock. You followed him and your breath caught, it was a small beach hidden in a rock with crystal water.

"What are you doing?" you asked looking at Hoseok, who was taking off his shirt

“Do you see this water and you still have no desire to be in it? You're strange!" he laughed as he unbuttoned his pants. You turned away when he started taking off his shorts. "Are you embarrassing me?"

“No, on the contrary, I didn't want to embarrass you,” you said, turning to him.

"Let's assume that I believed you" he smiled broadly and ran into the water "Why froze, take off your clothes and join" he waved his hand to you as he sailed from the shore. You neatly folded your things and taking off your sundress went towards the water. A loud whistle echoed through the cave. "Wow, no wonder everyone was flirting with you, look at your perfect body," he said, exploring your body.

Under his gaze, you immediately blushed and quickly went into the water to somehow cover up your too naked body. He just smiled while continuing to fool around in the water. Hoseok was right, the water was surprisingly refreshing after a day in the sun. You turned on your back, enjoying how your body rocked on the light waves. You closed your eyes for a moment, completely dissolving in sensations. You felt cool skin under your fingers. You opened your eyes and turned your head slightly, your eyes widened when you realized that your hand was in the middle of Hoseok's chest. Before you could take your hand away, he covered your hand with his. He ran your hand up his chest before wrapping your arm around his neck. "Hold on to me, I don't want you to be carried away in waves to the depths." he smiled slightly

You tried not to pay attention to the wave of heat passing through your body as your fingers stroked his skin. And what do you think now, you scolded yourself mentally. “I am actually a great swimmer. This is just for reference.” You closed your eyes again trying not to think that he is so close to you, and your hand is on his body, and you two are practically naked ...

“Are you so confident? Then let's go this way, we swim to that stone and back. The loser pays for the dinner.” You got to your feet, turning in the direction he was pointing.

"Excellent! Hope you're ready to lose! " you grinned

On the count of three, you started to swim towards the rock, but when you pulled ahead, Hoseok grabbed your leg, bouncing you back "Hey ..." you tried to pull your leg out of his grip

“I didn't say you have to play fair,” he laughed as he swam forward. You kept fighting along the way trying to knock each other back. At some point, your swim turned into martial arts in water. He pinned you to the rock, but before you could swim away, you wrapped your legs around his waist. “Why are you so strong,” he growled as you squeezed your thighs around his waist. His fingers dug into your skin trying to get out of the trap of your hands and feet. You froze when your faces were inches apart. Only now did you understand exactly what position you were in. You blushed pushing away from him and heading for the shore while he still remained in place.

“Hurray, I won,” you tried to hide your embarrassment behind a cheerful smile when he swam second.

"Well done. I'll buy you a delicious dinner. " he smiled swimming up to you

"I think it's time for us to get back to the hotel." you were the first to get out of the water quickly putting on a sundress, which you immediately regretted, because it stuck to your wet body.

“As you say,” he came out after you, also dressing.

You drove back to the hotel almost in silence. You arrived at the hotel after getting off the bus you headed towards your bungalow. Hoseok stopped you by grabbing your wrist "Where are you running?" he asked with a smile, “What's your room number, I'll pick you up for dinner. I have lost "

"Oh this .." you ran a hand through your hair, trying to figure out if it was a good idea to go to dinner with him.

“Ooh, don't even think about saying now that you have other plans! Don't leave me alone," he whined, acting like a child.

“Stop” you slapped him on the shoulder to make him stop “Okay, okay. I'll have dinner with you. I live in bungalow 3a "

“Great, be ready for 8” he smiled broadly and ran towards the hall. A second later he returned “No, at 9! Better at 9 "

"Okay, at 9!" you laughed at his behaviour.

Returning to your room, you immediately went to the shower, getting rid of your wet clothes. Coming out of the shower, you fell onto the bed. Your heart was too worried about Hoseok. No, you shook your head. It's all a relaxing atmosphere. Nice place, nice guy, you are naked ... you would react the same way to any other guy. Yes, it's not because you liked Hoseok. You never even thought about him in this regard. You got out of bed and went to the closet. It's good that you had the brains to take at least one evening dress and shoes with you. You brought out a short open back chiffon black dress. You put it on. Seems too much, you muttered, turning your bare back to the mirror. Is it too short, you circled around you. As if you had a choice, you frowned. You took off your dress throwing it back on a chair. I wonder why he said that he would be left alone, where are the other members? You thought, again falling on the bed.

Damn, you jumped out of bed when you saw the time. You got too carried away watching videos on the internet. You quickly applied light makeup and dried your hair, tied it in a high ponytail. You put on dress and shoes while examining yourself in the mirror. It may be worth letting your hair down to cover your back. You heard the knock at the door, it seems you don't have time to change your hairstyle. You took the phone and put it in your clutch and went to the door. You opened the door and for a moment Hoseok looked at you with his mouth open. He grabbed the heart, resting his hand against the wall "Oh my god .. I died and ended up in paradise?" he said, examining you from head to toe.

"Stop this show" you rolled your eyes watching his reaction

“This is the first time I will have dinner with such a beautiful and sexy girl.” He looked you in the eyes, for a second his voice became too serious. "Although your shoes don't fit well," he smiled.

You looked at him, he was wearing a shirt with several buttons unbuttoned to reveal his chest, ripped jeans and barefoot. It seems you've obviously overdid it in choosing an outfit, you thought looking at him.

“I can change quickly,” you said, starting to turn toward the door.

"No way! Come on,” he took your hand and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulled it towards him. A slight shiver went through your body as his fingers touched your skin, you hoped he hadn't paid attention to it.

"Where are we going?" you asked when you headed towards the beach, not the restaurants.

"Surprise. I said that I would buy you dinner, I didn’t say it would be in the restaurant ”he winked at you. He sat down sharply in front of you and ran his hand over your shin

"What are you doing?" your breath stopped

“There is sand further, it will not be convenient to walk on such high heels,” he took off your shoes and got up and took your hand, leading you along the beach.

"I can walk on my own, you don't have to lead me like a little child." You tried to pull your hand away, but he only squeezed it tighter.

"You can't walk without my hand," he muttered, turning to face you. He took a wide ribbon from his pocket and walked close to you. "Close eyes"

"WHAT?" you stared at him

“Just trust me. Close eyes. Please” from his smile everything inside you tightened. “Come on…” you closed your eye. He leaned forward to cover your eyes, his body too close, you could feel the warmth of his skin through his shirt as he tied the ribbon at the back. Your body jerked away when you felt his hot breath on your neck. "Don't be afraid, I don't bite," he whispered in your ear, and your skin got goose bumps as his lips practically touched yours. He laughed softly as he took a step back. He took your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. And he pulled with him. You kept walking in the dark, stepping on the warm sand.

"Auch" you moaned when you bumped into his back.

"Oh sorry ______" he laughed as he ran his fingers over your cheek. "We're almost there." He stood behind your back and hugged your waist, put his hand on your stomach. You tried to pull away, but he didn't let go of you. He took you by the shoulder with his other hand and pushed you forward. "Step by step" he told you

"What a joke," you muttered, stepping forward carefully.

"Stop," he said, hugging him sharply. He untied your eyes by removing the ribbon "Surprise"

Your mouth opened. Everything around was in small lights and candles stood on the sand, surrounding everything around with a warm muffled light. In front of a round rotunda couch, there was a table with candles. "How do you did this?" you turned and looked at Hoseok

"I wanted to see exactly that glance on your face" he smiled broadly

"Which one?" you asked, but he didn’t answer and went forward with a smile. "And what's that?" you asked, pointing to the couch as you sat down at the table.

“There are very beautiful stars here, I wanted to admire them after dinner, but it’s not very comfortable to lie on the sand,” he shrugged.

You were laughing while enjoying your dinner telling funny stories about yourself. He got up from the table and lay down on the couch next to table. "Come here! Where else can you see such a starry sky? " he said looking into the sky.

You got up and walked over to the couch and neatly lay next to him. You continued to straighten your short dress, it seemed to you that you were naked next to Hoseok. He knelt down next to you, and looking at you began to unbutton his shirt. You looked at him with wide eyes. "What are you doing, Hoseok?" your voice trembled with confusion.

His eyes were fixed on you, expressing no emotion as he took off his shirt. You were nervous watching him, which made your cheeks burn. "You're cute," he laughed. Covering your thighs with my shirt “I thought you were nervous about the length of your dress. I thought that this way you can finally relax and enjoy the sky.” He lay down again, looking up. "Look, it's so amazing"

You looked at him. He was lying next to you, half naked and why was his smile so sexy? "Yes, amazing" Mad what are you talking about, you are probably just drunk. You should control your words and thoughts. You sharply turned your head up until he saw that you were looking at him. After a while, the stars disappeared before your eyes, the fatigue of a long day overcame you. A pleasant smell and warmth enveloped your body, you pulled it closer not wanting to part with it. Something deep in your thoughts told you that it was wrong, only you could not understand what exactly. Your eyes opened and you were lying on a naked man's chest, hugging his torso, pressing your body against him. Was this your dream? You raised your hand and ran your fingers over his chest, it was so interesting, the sensations were real. You felt something hard pressed against your thigh, which was thrown over the man's thighs, and smiled. You looked ahead and saw the beach .. Beach ?! Hoseok! You stood up abruptly, and without expecting it, stared at his hard cock, which was protruding from his jeans.

“This is a natural reaction, I cannot control it. It's hard not to get aroused when you cuddle up to my body like that and stroke it with your hands, ” said Hoseok and you looked at him, completely blushing with embarrassment.

"Sorry," you muttered, backing away from him, "I just woke up early, didn't think that I would fall asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow."

"Do not apologize. Even for a moment, but I liked being your pillow. ”He laughed.

“It's time for us to return. It's been a long day, I'm tired. I would hate to wake up on the beach.” You got up from the couch and went to the table and took your shoes. Strong arms hugged you and you shuddered "Hoseok ..." you breathed

“It belongs to me,” he whispered in your ear. It wasn't until you put your head down that you saw that his shirt was tied around your waist. “Great,” he said, sniffing his shirt, “Now it smells of you, which means I will smell of you too,” he smiled broadly putting on the shirt

You rolled your eyes, unable to accept his amusement, you were too embarrassed for that. "Come on," you groaned heading towards the hotel while he laughed at your reaction. On the way to your bungalow, you were practically silent, answering Hoseok's questions only yes or no. You reached your door, turning towards Hoseok, you first met his eyes after the beach. “Despite the amount of embarrassment I experienced, the day was fun. Thank you. I like it"

"I liked to embarrass you" he smiled "You are so cute when you don't control everything around, as usual" his smile widened

"Hoseok" you stared at the floor "Stop joking"

He lifted your chin with his fingers, carefully studying your face, as if he saw for the first time "Who said I was joking?" his voice was stern without even a hint of amusement. "When I try to be serious, you run away from me every time, so what else is there for me to be around you?" a coldness passed through your body from his serious tone. "Do you like someone else?"

“Hoseok, I don’t…” you took a step back “I don’t have time to think about who I like and who I don’t. In my life, work comes first, there is no place for romance. "

"So no one is there," the corners of his lips lifted, forming a barely visible smile

"Good night, Hoseok" you said trying to escape this embarrassing conversation

"Good night" he chuckled

You turned to open the door, but before you went inside Hoseok grabbed your hand and turned towards him. He took your face and touched his lips to yours. Everything inside you froze. His soft lips gently leave kisses on yours. He pushed you against the door, deepening the kiss. Your breath became heavy under the caresses of his lips and tongue. You moaned when one of his hands passed over your back, squeezing your waist, and the other, lifting the hem of your dress, squeezed your thigh. You pushed away when his hand started to lift up your thigh, making you want more "Hoseok" you whispered before covering your mouth. You looked at the floor unable to raise your head, you were too ashamed that you even allowed this kiss, but you were even more ashamed that you so desperately wanted more.

"Sorry. I just wanted to leave an innocent kiss on your lips like a good night. But I couldn't stop as soon as I touched your tender lips. ”There was amusement in his voice.

“Stop” you looked at him pleadingly, “Please stop. We ... I work as one of your managers. Let's pretend it was a stupid drunken mistake, and we will never think about it. ”Before he could say anything, you ran into your room, closing the door behind you. You screwed up! You took an open bottle of wine from the table, filled your glass and drank it in one gulp. You took off your dress and fell into bed. I wonder if this day would happen again, would you make fewer mistakes? You closed your eyes falling into a deep sleep.

Who's the king of the party here?

You were stretching in bed when the pleasant sound of the trees woke you up. You groped your phone under your pillow and groaned. Friday, 5:13 a.m. What is it? Did you dream everything? You looked at your phone again - Friday. Was it really just a dream? Everything was so real. You kept spinning in bed trying to find at least some explanation. If it was a dream, then why did you dream about Hoseok? Some nonsense, you're probably going crazy. You lay and looked out the window, watching as your room was gradually filled with sunlight. Your phone vibrated to remind you of the excursion. You weren't in the mood to go on a tour. Your thoughts were too busy to listen to someone else. After breakfast, you returned to bed, not wanting to leave your room. You lay in bed watching various shows that you usually did not have enough time for. You looked at the time and fell back on your pillow. And what you do, _____? you muttered. Two days left, and you decided to spend them in your room looking at all this bullshit? you kept berating yourself. You got up and put on a swimsuit and went to the beach. On the way, you took a cocktail and drank it in almost one sip, which greatly surprised the bartender. You went to the farthest sunbed, which was at the end of the beach. Usually, there was no one in this area, and you could calmly enjoy the sun's rays alone. Taking off your sundress, you lay down on a lounger, stretching under the rays of the sun. The pleasant breeze and warm sun relaxed you.

“I thought it seemed to me,” a familiar voice pulled you out of your half-asleep condition. You opened your eyes and looked at the guy who was standing in front of you, holding out a glass of cocktail. Because of the bright sun, you could only see his silhouette.

"Who are you?" you asked slightly standing up, leaning on your hand.

"You are cruel" he laughed sitting down on the next lounger

"Jimin?" you sat up abruptly, turning in his direction “What? How? Why are you here? "

“We arrived for the shooting, but we will start only tomorrow. So today is the day off. And where, if not on the beach, to spend your day off? " he smiled broadly, making himself more comfortable on the lounger.

What is going on? Did you really dream about what happened with Hoseok? You shook your head, no, it's just a dream. Some have dreams that show events that are about to happen. Yes, you just had a dream that they should come here, albeit in such a country form. Sleep and nothing else ..

"Are you okay?" you looked at Jimin who was looking at you with concern

"Yes, I'm fine"

"I spoke to you, but you did not react to my words in any way"

“Sorry, I thought. What were you talking about?"

“I asked how is your vacation going? Did you manage to break many men's hearts? " he smiled while taking a sip

"Great, I don't want to go back to work." you lay back on the lounger taking a sip of the cocktail Jimin brought. "Delicious" you pointed to the cocktail with a broad smile. You decided to skip the answer to his second question.

"What? Do you not want to go back to work? You broke my heart, " he clutched his chest, feigning pain." We are all waiting for her, and she does not want to return to work. How can you be so cruel ... "

You laughed at his performance “Okay, since you were waiting for me. There is nothing to be with this, I have to return "

He jumped up and started dancing madly with joyful shouts. You laughed out loud as you watched his behaviour. "I definitely missed of this!" you said still laughing

“I'll take this as an admission that you missed me,” Jimin said as he walked up to you.

"It's not like I said" you raised an eyebrow

"Would you like another cocktail?" he asked taking your empty glass

"Yes please" you smiled at him before he headed towards the bar

“By the way,” he turned in your direction, you turned your gaze to him, and his gaze was riveted to your body. “Nothing,” he shook his head and walked on.

After a while, you heard Jimin cursing as he approached you. You looked up and laughed when you saw Jimin with a tray full of cocktails. He walked in small steps watching the shaking glasses. You got up and walked over to Jimin and took the tray out of his hands. You quickly walked over and set drinks on the table between your sun loungers.

"How did you manage to walk so fast and not spill a drop?" Jimin looked at you in surprise.

"I'm just talented at everything, face it" you pushed your hair back in a winning pose. "Have you decided to get drunk today?" you pointed to cocktails

“Get drunk? With this? This is a warm-up in our fight! ” he crossed his arms over his chest

"Are we participating in a duel?" you raised an eyebrow

“Yes, we must finally find out who gets drunk first! Last time on the company, you drank with me and Jungkook, and in the morning you looked like you drank water and not soju all night" he chuckled "It's time to find out who is the king of alcohol!" he laughed devilishly

"Aren't you afraid that tomorrow you will be studying hangover?" you smiled at him

"Hmm, you overestimate your strength too much if you think you will win!" he showed you his tongue and you laughed at his childish behaviour

“Okay! I accept your challenge! ”

“By the way, they told me at the bar that there is a party on the beach tonight. It will be fun." He raised two glasses and you drank to the start of a crazy evening.

As darkened, barrels of fire appeared on the sand, filling the dark beach with dim light. Loud music and the noise of people near the bar diluted the loud sounds of the waves. You have lost count of how much has been drunk already. But you didn't care, you were in a great mood. You got up from your seat and walked forward closer to the fire. You danced to the music you played. There were no thoughts in your head, just complete relaxation. Jimin came over to join you in your private fire party that was far from everyone else.

"I certainly don't mind, but you don't want to wear anything on yourself?" Jimin asked, looking at the guys in the bar who weren't taking their eyes off you. You looked at your body and laughed, exactly, you are in a swimsuit. You went back to your seat and took a short lace beach tunic out of your bag and put it on. You returned to your dance floor, continuing to dance, "What is this? Why do you look more sexy than in a swimsuit?" he asked staring at you

“We're on the beach. I should have put on jeans and shirt with long sleeves? ” you laughed at his reaction. "Relax, let's dance"

“I seem to be sober. I urgently need a drink," he said, walking to your table with a new batch of cocktails.

You continued to fool around and dance, you haven't had so much fun for a long time. You laughed looking at each other when TroubleMaker started playing. "We must dance!" you said coming closer to him.

"I didn't know that you knew the dance for this song"

"Oh, you don't know a lot about me" you winked at him, placing your hand on your shoulder. Despite the alcohol in your blood, your bodies moved clearly to the rhythm of the music, perfectly repeating every movement. Although, perhaps due to alcohol, your choreography was more revelatory and sexy than the original. You fell into the sand laughing when the song ended.

“You know, in my opinion a couple of movements were improvisation,” he said, turning his head in your direction

“You know, in my opinion, all the improvisation was your handiwork, and in the literal sense,“ you met his gaze, and after a moment they laughed again. He got up from the sand and pulled you by the hands, put you on your feet.

“We forgot about our raving,” he said, walking toward the table.

“Exactly! Thanks to dancing I am sober again! I think cocktails will not help us find out who is the best. I'll be back now" you went to the side of the bar. Taking ice cold water you took a few big sips, removing your thirst after such intense dancing. You tried to completely ignore the guys who tried to talk to you. When the bartender came up, you ordered a bottle of tequila and some chopped limes ...

Having taken your order, you returned to your table. “Oh my god,” Jimin moaned as you put a bottle of tequila on the table. “We're dead! We'll die tomorrow.” He ran his hand over his face

"We haven't even moved to the next level, are you already giving up?" you smiled broadly

“No way!” he took the bottle and poured two shots.

You continued to drink, did not even notice how the party ended and the beach was empty. After finishing the bottle, you tried to find out who was the drunker of you, although you two could barely stay on your feet. “Look at you, you're staggering,” Jimin said pointing his finger at you.

“It’s you who are staggering, so it seems to you that everyone around is staggering,” you slapped his hand.

“We're out of alcohol,” Jimin said towards the closed bar.

"I have wine in my room!" you clapped your hands smiling broadly.

"Excellent! Let's go! " he said, and taking a step fell to his knees in the sand.

“I won - you fell,” but before you could say it, you landed on your knees next to him. He smiled broadly, looking at you “Not a word!” You said trying to get up.

You laughed out loud as you walked towards your bungalow. You fell constantly when you tried to help each other up. The two of you fell to the grass laughing again. Even though you lived in 5 minutes from the beach, you thought you had been walking for ages. You raised your head up and clapped happily when you saw that you were lying in front of your door. Going inside, you fell on the bed, I rejoice at its softness.

“Damn, I forgot to pay at the bar,” you moaned, it's good that the bartender knew you well. “And will have to ask to remove all the videos from the surveillance cameras that thay have with us.”

"Already done. When I went to the toilet, I paid for us and asked to delete everything "

“Wow, Park Jimin! Well done! You my hero!" you said smiling at him, showing your finger heart.

"Ohh yeah, praise me!" he said pretending to be superman, throwing a towel over his shoulders. You just laughed. He lay down next to you and rolled onto side, hugging you around the waist, pulling you closer to him, because of which his face was inches from yours.

"Park Jimin!" you looked at him "You've officially lost!" you said poking him in the shoulder

"How about - a draw?" he asked winking

You waved your hand “Don't even think! I won! I'm not drunk enough to kiss you! ”

"Then I don't mind losing," he said, covering your lips with a kiss. His tongue bound with yours as his hands eagerly caressed your body. He moaned before pulling away from you, leaving you gasping for breath from his onslaught. "We're too drunk." He said, rolling onto his back and pulling you into his arms, "Let's sleep. We are continue when you want me, without alcohol."

You were your mind too clouded by alcohol to take what he was saying, but you said nothing. Jimin's body heat enveloped you, making you fall asleep in a seconds.

Sunrise

You stretched in bed as the sound of trees penetrated your creation. “Jimin,” you sat up abruptly in bed looking around. You were alone and in a nightie. There was no hangover, you definitely fell asleep in a swimsuit and a beach dress. You looked the room was all cleaned, although yesterday you obviously made a mess when the drunks came. Did Jimin take everything away? You quickly found your phone between the pillows and stared at the screen. Friday 5:13am. WTF ??? What the fuck is going on here? Dream again? Although no, is that a dream within a dream? Is this some kind of joke? If yes, then it is absolutely not funny. So that's it, today I will not leave the room! You looked out the window, it was still dark. Nothing will happen if you go to the beach to see the sunrise, right? So early, even the staff is not on here. You took a short silk robe and threw it over your nightie and went out into the street. You walked along the wet grass towards a small beach at the end of the hotel grounds. The closer you got, the louder the sound of the waves. You went to the beach and smiled at the sight that opened before you. It was the perfect place to enjoy the last sunrise, tomorrow night you will be flying home.

You pulled your robe down to your elbows, enjoying the breeze that caressed your bare skin. The sound of the ocean and the beautiful view slowly cleared your mind of the mess that was going on there. You closed your eyes wanting to dissolve in this moment. The sound of the camera broke the silence, forcing you to open your eyes. You turned towards the source of the sound and your mouth opened as you locked eyes with Taehyung.

Taehyung smiled broadly at you and you backed away. The sand made your legs tangled and you fell, landing on your butt. You sat on the sand and looked at him with wide eyes.

"Are you okay?" Taehyung looked at you with concern. He came closer and sat down, resting his knee on the sand next to your thigh. "Didn't you hurt yourself?" You raised your hand and reached forward, poked him in the shoulder with your finger, from which he laughed taking your hand. “Do you think I'm a ghost? Get up ” he pulled you by the hand, lifting you to your feet. He removed the rest of the sand from your clothes and legs as you continued to stare at him. He met your gaze and laughed again, “Seriously! I'm not a ghost. Stop looking at me like that" he took you by the shoulders, turning to face the horizon" You will miss everything," he said pointing to the light that began to appear above the line of the ocean. It was one of those moments when the beauty took your breath away. For a moment, you forgot about everything, just enjoying the dawn. Even at that moment, though, you couldn't stop thinking about the sensation of Taehyung's hot fingers on your skin, holding your shoulders.

Did you suddenly wonder if this was a dream too? Interestingly, did BTS have any overseas projects at all? As far as you can remember, their entire schedule was packed with local events and shooting. So this is definitely another dream. Since this is still a dream ... You smiled and took a step back, pressing your back against Taehyung's chest. You leaned the back of your head on his shoulder, watching the sun rise slowly over the ocean.

"Are you tired of standing?" he asked in surprise

"Yes, hold me"

He just grinned at your words, hugging you by the shoulders. “If I knew that you would watch the dawn in your pyjamas in my arms, I would have come here much earlier,” he whispered in your ear.

"Fun, isn't it?" you said smiling “All the same, everything will disappear” you added in a whisper

“By the way,” he said quietly laughing

"What?"

"Good morning"

Exactly, you were so shocked to see him that you didn't even say hello. "Good morning Taehyung"

“Wow, the first time you just called me by my name, __________. Every second I like this place more and more "

“I'm still older than you,” you slapped his hand

"Do you want me to call you - nuna?" he whispered in your ear, and goose bumps ran through your body. Why does this word sound so sinful from his lips?

“You better call my name” you said quickly

“Why, nuna? Don't you like it when I call you nuna? Or, on the contrary, do you like it too much, nuna? " you could almost feel his every movement of his lips on your skin. “You don't have to answer, nuna” he chuckled, emphasizing ‘nuna’

“Yes, I like it too much” you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to enjoy the moment

“You surprised me. Thought now you would start scolding me or something like that "

"Today I will do what I want"

"Even so?" he laughed softly "And what do you want?" his voice became seductive

“I want to eat,” you answered, making him laugh out loud.

"Eat? OK, it's up to you." You turned to face him and smiled “Only first you need to change your clothes. I do not want others to see what I see " he winked at you, tying your robe tightly.

"You too, or are you going to go to breakfast in your pyjama?" You walked forward past him

“Oh yes, exactly. What room do you live in, I'll pick you up as I change. "

"Bungalow 3a"

“You’re practically neighbours, I have 6a” he winked at you and ran towards his bungalow.

You went into the room and took off your robe and threw it on the bed “Oh, that's what he was talking about,” you muttered when you saw your nipples protruding through the thin silk fabric of your nighties. You quickly took a shower and dried your hair, decided to leave it wet and put on a colourful boho beach dress. You heard a knock and walked over to open the door.

"Are you going to go like that?" asked Taehyung, examining you from head to toe

"Yes, why?" you went to the bed and took your phone.

"Isn't the dress too short?" he raised an eyebrow

You looked in the mirror, turning around. “I think it’s just right,” you laughed and went outside, pushing Taehyung out of the room. “Come on!”

You walked towards the restaurant while Taehyung continued to grumble at you for the length of your dress. “There, you see,” he growled as the two guys blew you kisses. "I knew that because of this dress everyone would flirt with you!" he grabbed your hand and quickened your step

"Hmm ... So the only reason that someone can flirt with me cause this short dress ?" you looked at him fiercely

"What?" he stares at you. You pulled your hand away and walked forward. "Wait, that's not what I mean." He stopped you in front of the restaurant. "And how could you misunderstand the meaning of my words so much?" he looked at you in surprise. “Everyone flirts with you every second! And because of such a short dress, they all go crazy. And in general, how can you look so sexy with wet hair. It's just illegal!” He took off his cap, putting it on you.

"What's that?" his words embarrassed you "Acting like a jealous boyfriend"

"Yes! So stop being so seductive and driving other guys crazy! ” he took your hand and pulled you inside the restaurant “It's good that none of the members have met yet,” he muttered under his breath

“Did you say something?” You asked, not sure if he really said it

"Nothing. Where do you want to sit? " he asked changing the subject

You sat by a large window overlooking the ocean. After placing your order, you started asking Taehyung about the job.

“Just stop! You're on vacation, and I have a day off! No talk of work, "he said, pointing his finger at you.

"Yey, yey. As you say Mr. Kim Taehyung” you laughed

He take sip of his drink, which left cream on his upper lip. You reached out, wiping off the rest of the cream, then licked your finger. "Sweet" you smiled. It was only when you met his gaze that you realized exactly what you just did. "Oh, just. I just ... forget!" you are wearing a cap hiding your eyes. And what are you doing? you scolded yourself mentally.

"Me?" he asked

"What?" you looked at him

"Am I sweet?" he asked and winked at you

"Drink. Whipped cream" you muttered quickly, looking away again

“I'm sweet too. Do you want to try?"

"Hey ..." You froze as he leaned forward abruptly, a couple of inches from your face. Now you were as happy with the cap as never before. Taehyung rested his forehead on the visor, which prevented him from moving closer to your face. "What are you doing?" you hissed, completely blushing with embarrassment.

“Returning the debt” he sat back smiling broadly “Since the morning you make my heart flutter. It's nice to pay you the same” he grinned

"I'll be right back," you said, practically running away to the restroom. You opened cold water and washed yourself, hoping to somehow cool your flaming face. "And what should I do with it?" You asked your reflection, slapping your palm on the smooth surface. You took off your cap, fixing up your hair.

You left the toilet heading for the table. But before you got there, some guy stood in front of you. You apologized and trying to get around him, but the guy took a step to the side, blocking your path. You looked at him and he smiled at you broadly. “I'm so wondering, if such a beautiful girl wants to join me for breakfast?” asked the guy pointing to his desk

Before you could say anything, Taehyung appeared next to you, standing between you and this guy. “And I’m so wondering too, why some idiot invites my girlfriend to join him for breakfast?” Taehyung asked in a low voice, giving the guy a killer look.

“Come on,” you said as you took Taehyung's hand before their conversation turned into an argument. You pulled him back to your table. “You shouldn't have reacted so violently.” You said sitting down in your seat

“Violently? It was not violently yet, I restrained myself as much as possible," he growled through clenched teeth, still looking in the direction of that guy

You laughed softly, shaking your head at his words. You called the waiter, asking him to send your order to your room. “Let's get out of here, otherwise I’m afraid a fight will not be avoided if we stay here!” You smiled wide and stood. Taehyung turned you towards him, hugging you by the waist. Drawing you closer, he put the hat you left on your desk back on your head.

"Don't even think about taking it off this time!" he said.

"Yes, yes ... whatever you say, my boyfriend!" you muttered, turning to leave. He still held your waist until you left the restaurant. “You can let me go,” you said when you were far enough away from the restaurant.

“I don’t want to,” he replied, hugging you tighter.

"Child!" you rolled your eyes, but he just laughed.

"Yes, yes ... whatever you say, my girlfriend!"

You came just at the moment when the food was brought. "Why did you order so much?" you looked at Taehyung with skepticism. The entire coffee table was filled with various foods.

"I'm hungry" he smiled broadly

"You will not get up from the table until you have eaten everything!" you said while taking a sip of coffee

"Won't you help me?" he sat down next to you

“No, I just want what I ordered. Why did you sit next to me and not opposite? " you turned your head towards him

“Oh, how rude. It's more comfortable on this side, ”he replied, leaning his back on the bed

"Enjoy your meal" you said, putting a piece of pancake into your mouth

"Thank you" he smiled broadly "You too"

Having finished with pancakes, you got up and took a beach tunic and went to the toilet. After changing your clothes, you went into the room, Taehyung was still eating slowly while checking the news on his phone. "Aren't you going to the beach?" you asked watching him

He shook his head "No, I want to spend the whole day in bed."

“Great, I went to the beach. When you finish eating, just slam the door when you go to your room. "

"Are you leaving me alone?" Taehyung looked at you pitifully

“Why alone? See how much food is left with you, which you have to eat.” You winked at him, closing the door behind you.

You spent all day at the beach sunbathing and swimming. Therefore, as soon as you returned to the room, I immediately went to the shower. Your whole body was covered with sand and salt. It took you a long time to wash all the sand from your hair. Coming out of the shower, you felt like a new person. After you applied the lotion to your body, you put on panties and a cotton shirt, buttoning it only a few buttons on your chest. You went into the room wiping the rest of the water from your hair. Throwing a towel on a chair, you turned to the bed and froze in surprise. Taehyung slept in your bed and his clothes were on the floor.

“This is something new,” you muttered as you walked closer to the bed. “Taehyung” you pushed him softly on the shoulder trying to wake him up.

"Mmmm ..." he moaned without opening his eyes

"Why are you sleeping in my bed?"

“It’s too noisy in my room, there are probably Jungkook playing his games. And you have so quiet and comfortable to sleep" he broke into a lazy smile, opening one eye" Nuna... " he moaned.

Grabbing your hand, he pulled you into bed, under his sheet. He put his arms and legs around you, completely depriving you of the opportunity to move under him. "Taehyung, what are you doing?"

“I’m asleep,” he moaned, resting his nose on the curve of your neck. He inhaled deeply the scent of your skin, which smelled of peaches from the body lotion. "You smell like summer and sun"

“I'm about to melt, you're hot” you tried to pull away from his hot skin

"Am I making you melt?" he raised his head to meet your gaze, sending you a sleepy smile. He lay down again, hugging you tighter. “Your skin is so cool after a shower, and it smells so great. Don't even think that I'll let you go "

After a while, fatigue took over, and you fell asleep in the arms of Taehyung. After a while, you woke up with a feeling of hunger, remembering that for the whole day you ate only a portion of pancakes. You opened your eyes, you were lying on Taehyung, your thigh thrown almost over his waist. You heard a rumbling in your stomach, but it wasn't you. You looked up to meet Taehyung's still sleepy gaze. "Are you hungry too?" you muttered, rolling onto your back and stretched out in bed.

"Yeah, woke up about half an hour ago from hunger."

“Half an hour ago? Why didn't you go to eat then? " you stared at him

"You were sleeping on me, if I got up, I would wake you up"

"How caring" you murmured, turning on your side

"Already falling in love with me?" his smile became seductive

“Dream about it” you shoved him in the shoulder. He got out of bed and you had to cover yourself with a sheet, because he was only in boxers. You looked at yourself skeptically, shirt open and tiny panties, as if you looked better. "Do you want to get dressed?" you muttered, gently crawling out from under the sheet.

“No, and I don’t want you to dress, then we will be equally naked.” He stuck out his tongue at you. Having called the service, he ordered food in the room

"Are you going to stay here?" you sat in the rovati staring at him.

"You won't kick a hungry man out into the street, will you?" he fell to the floor pretending to faint

"Oh, do what you want" you fell back in bed. "You will wake up me when the food arrives." You turned on belly, seting more comfortable in bed. In a moment, you felt the weight of Taehyung's body, which lay practically on top of you. “Is there not enough room for you on this huge bed?” you whispered barely audibly

“You are more comfortable to sleep on” he hugged you “Your body fits perfectly to mine. Maybe it's because you should belong to me? "

"You can't say like that, Taehyung"

"Why?" he asked, biting lightly on your shoulder, through your shirt

Before you could say anything, there was a knock on the door. He got up and went to open the door. "Stop!" you shouted as he reached for the doorknob “Crazy? Did you decide to open the door like that? " you threw a towel at him that was next to the bed. He wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the door. You didn't even want to think what they would think about the fact that a half-naked guy opens the door to your room. It's so good that everything will disappear without a trace. The smell of food made your stomach rumbling, and Taehyung laughed.

“It turns out that I'm not the only one hungry.” You quickly jumped to the floor and smiled broadly, taking your chopsticks from the table. “What a cutie,” he smiled as he set the food on the table.

You were so hungry that you silently swallowed food, only moaning at how delicious it was. You laughed as Taehyung groaned again as he slid a piece of steak into his mouth. "If someone walks by, he obviously thinks the wrong thing."

“Don't care. It's divinely delicious! ”

“Agree” you smiled broadly. After finishing your meal, you lay on the floor unable to move. "Why does food taste so much tastier than usual when you're hungry?" you muttered

“I guess it's just because you're hungry.” Taehyung laughed as he lay down next to you.

"Logically" you laughed too

"Why don't you say anything?" he asked after a while

"About what?"

“Today I hugged you, called you my girlfriend, openly flirted with you, stayed in your room, slept in your bed, dragged you into bed, even now we’re lying on the floor in underwear and I can calmly see your body through this thin shirt ... But you don't drive me out, you don't break out of my arms. "

“Are you complaining? If you want I can kick you out. " You smiled, turning in his direction

“No, I don’t want it,” he waved his hands, “I’m just wondering why you are allowing me today that which had been creeping at the initial stage, regardless of who showed interest in you?” he turned on his side meeting your gaze

“Mmmm ... I said that today I will do whatever I want. Besides ... ” it's all unreal, you finished the phrase in your head. "It does not matter. Just consider that today I'm in the mood to do crazy things that defy logic.” You looked up at the ceiling

"I want it too"

"Who's stopping you?" you asked laughing.

“You're right - nobody” he leaned forward and touch your lips, which made your eyes widen in surprise

He slowly teased your lips, leaving light kisses. Each time tenderness turned into passion, exciting you. You moaned as his tongue penetrated your mouth, and cold fingers ran along your waist, lifting your shirt. Your tongues are intertwined, exploring each other. His kisses going lower until he took your nipple in his mouth, squeezing his teeth and squeezing the thin fabric of your shirt, forming a wet spot in this place. Doing the same with the second nipple, he kissed you again. This time the kiss was deep and passionate, making you want more. His fingers dug into your thighs, forcing your crotch to rub against his hard cock, which protruded from his boxers. From the desire to feel it inside, everything inside you squeezed into a tight knot. You ran your hand over his back, dropping into the belt of his boxers, wanting to get rid of them, as his fingers made their way under your shirt, squeezing your breast.

What if this time everything is real and it's not a dream, this thought made you stop, removing your hands from his body. Suddenly tomorrow comes, how will you deal with the consequences of tonight? You turned your head away when he tried to kiss you again. “I think that's enough crazy actions for today,” you whispered without meeting his eyes

“Sorry,” he quickly muttered, looking at you with a confused look.

“Don't apologize. I cannot say that I did not want this to some extent. I just don't think it's worth going any further.” You got up off the floor, straightening your clothes. “I think it's time for you to go to your room before Jungkook started worrying where you disappeared for the whole day”

“You're right, I think I'd better leave if I stay I can't control myself.” He got up from the floor and pressed you back against his chest, leaving a kiss on your neck. His actions made you fight inside with yourself. You’ve never been so desperate to turn around and kiss someone, but you knew perfectly well that if you did, there would be no turning back. One last time he pressed himself tighter against your body before stepping back. He quickly dressed and, leaving a light kiss on your cheek, went to the door "See you tomorrow" he smiled and went out the door

“I hope not,” you whispered as he closed the door. Raising a glass of wine untouched by you at dinner, you drank it in one gulp. You turned off the light and went to bed, hoping that the wine would help you fall asleep as quickly as possible.

You opened your eyes the room was dark. You practically jumped on your knees in the bed. You quickly threw pillows on the floor, wanting to find your phone as quickly as possible. Here it is, you grabbed the phone and unlocked it. Friday 5:13 a.m. You fell back into bed “Thank God,” you moaned. Now you were more than ever glad that it was just a dream.

You sat back down and dialed one of the managers you worked with. You knew for sure that he was not sleeping at that time, so I was glad when he immediately answered the call “Are you so bored with rest that you decided to call me?” He laughed into the receiver

"Nearly. Listen, have you by chance heard that there are no foreign projects planned for BTS, for example, in Saipan? "

"Oooh, how did you know?"

"Seriously? When? Today?"

He laughed loudly at the receiver “Today? You rest too much. We just approved this project yesterday. Besides, this project was left to you, so the schedule for it will be ready as soon as you organize everything ”

"I understand. Okay, I'll see you at work.” You hung up and breathed a sigh of relief. So they are not here. It was all a long, strange dream. Although these three days or dreams seemed very real to you, you did not even know how best to call them.

You mentally scolded yourself as you momentarily regretted stopping yourself with Taehyung. You hit yourself lightly on the cheek, and what are you only thinking, libertine! You muttered as you got out of bed. The day passed almost imperceptibly, the beach, the sun, delicious food, a perfect end to the vacation.

I wonder what day it will be when I wake up, you thought to yourself, went to a bed at night.

... ... ...

A week later

You arrived at the office and went to the elevator to go up to your floor from the underground parking.

“You are back” you were greeted by a joyful voice. You were so absorbed in checking the schedule that you didn't even notice Taehyung standing in front of the elevator. "How did you relax?" he smiled broadly at you. You overcame the embarrassment caused by the memory of the dream with his participation.

“Hi, everything went great.Confess, are you a lot of naughty then, while I wasn't here?” you asked and he laughed.

“No, we behaved exemplary”

“Yeah, I know your exemplary behavior” you looked at him with a smirk as you entered the elevator.

"By the way, manager ___, I saw dream about you not so long ago." He dropped his eyes to the floor

“And what did you dream about,” you asked automatically as you continued to read

"It was a very ... interesting dream, we did crazy things."

"Crazy things, for example?" you looked at him, did he really have the same dream that you did that night.

His smile confirmed that it was true. He shook his head "Eating a delicious steak" he looked away when his cheeks turned red

You quickly pulled yourself together, you could not show that you knew exactly what he was talking about “Eating a steak? Yes, sounds really crazy things.” You laughed, turning the conversation into discussions of their schedule.

Going into your office. You practically fell into the chair. If Taehyung had this dream, then Hoseok and Jimin also had dreams in which you were together. You tried to calm down, someone really decided to make fun of you, sending you into time loop for three days. You laughed and went back to work. You have nothing to worry about, because these are just dreams and nothing else. Everything good... you hoped.

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It might be also interested you:

I SEE ONLY YOU - Jung Hoseok

It can become a reality - Park Jimin

Help me - Kim Taehyung

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bisluthq · 4 years ago

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ummmm acshually taylor was in the woods during the folklore photoshoot and karlie HAS seen a tree before also if you look closely the leaves make the shape of a computer and you know who was gay: alan turing, computer man. so taylor swift is gay and impregnated with a kushner baby or something like that. sorry my brain is too big and beautiful to comprehend this while yours don’t. anyways brb gotta go back to congress i’m actually marjorie taylor greene

I SCREAMED but also see this is my point like is it all just performance art for them because that honestly would make sense.

It is SO HARD TO TELL THE JOKES ABOUT THEM FROM SHIT THEY ACTUALLY SAY. It’s like Kanye/Trump/Sarah Palin and SNL. Like there are highkey SNL quotes that COULD BE FROM REALITY SUCH AS:

Like I do think a lot of them are mad young but Shawn anon is mad young and she’s like sweet and harmless? Why be r00d when you can be dope?

Like you’re believing in a reach. And that’s... not that great tbh because if you’re rejecting reality to do so that’s a slippery slope but say you believe Tay did signal to Kar in Lover era for instance eh there’s no way to prove or disprove it and it’s like semi silly to try because... it doesn’t matter. Some people think she’s signaling to Harry in folkmore era and that they’re like referencing each other in their music. It’s all a lil bit dumb and very clowny. But it’s like basically harmless.

The thing is it’s a reach right so if you’re believing in it as a reach eh idc. But if you’re like “YOU ARE STUPID FOR NOT SEEING THIS” that’s like... pretty weird as a starting position because my dude YOU are reaching and clowning here not me.

And yelling “how can you find it disgusting that she’d be in love with a woman” at me is just objectively hilarious tbh because I would love NOTHING MORE than for TAYLOR SWIFT the subject of my obsession and life’s work currently to come out queer and publicly date a woman. I would be OVER THE MOON. But like 1) her being any shade of queer is a theory rn we don’t know 2) she isn’t going to come out IMO and she... shouldn’t.... 3) she’s not with a woman rn and if she is it’s SUCH A BIG SECRET that pretty much nobody knows at all and Joe is doing this bitch a solid and life partnering with her to keep that secret so it doesn’t seem like they’d ever reveal it 🤷🏻‍♀️

#nat talks the konspiracy

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dakotacrisis · 5 years ago

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Deal’s End (12)

One final wish.

(Read on AO3)

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Months rolled by as Marinette moved on with her life without Felix. It took some getting used to waking up and not having him around. She had even avoided saying his name as much as she could. Everyone at school figured that he moved away but didn’t give it much thought beyond that. The only other people that seemed to note his absence outside of Marinette were Adrien, Alya, and her parents.

Alya was Marinette’s rock during the beginning when she was most broken up about it. A number of sleepovers that ended in cartons of ice cream and a box of used tissues.

And then there was Adrien. Marinette’s now official boyfriend. She insisted on taking things slow when they started. She was in no proper headspace to be a normal girlfriend and wanted to distance herself from the new relationship for some time before she was back to normal. Adrien didn’t question her and said that he didn’t want to rush her into anything she was uncomfortable with. So a lot of their quote unquote dates were casual lunches and hand holding in the park.

After the first month Marinette was as normal as she thought she was gonna get. Her dates with Adrien branching out to more traditionally romantic and a few kisses exchanged. The first time they kissed there was a small fluttering in her stomach but not much beyond that. It wasn’t the spark that Marinette had heard Alya talk about when she had her first kiss with Nino.

Summer had come and gone and autumn had officially began. The trees burning in colors of orange and yellow and red. It was chill enough to break out the fluffy sweaters and warm drinks but not enough that it was uncomfortable to be out. It was a picture perfect backdrop to a romantic season.

After school one day Adrien invited Marinette over to his house for a study date. There wasn’t a lot to work on but she was happy to spend some time with him outside of school. When it came to go Adrien walked her out to the front door.

“Do you need to get home anytime soon?” Adrien asked after they stepped out of the house.

“No. Why? What’s up?” She asked.

Adrien came up to her, his wide green eyes tenderly watching her. “Marinette, I wanted to talk to you about something that may not be the easiest thing to talk about. But I care about you and if one of us isn’t happy then it should be addressed. Don’t you think so?”

“What are you getting at?”

He held her hands, “Do you love me?”

“What kind of a question is that? Of course I love you. You’re my boyfriend.” She tried to laugh it off.

“I believe that you love me as much as say you love Alya.” He continued, “You love me as a friend. But not more than that.”

“What makes you think that?” Marinette backed up an inch.

“Marinette, I do love you.” Adrien held her hands tighter, “You’re an amazing person and I am so happy spending time with you. But we both know that whatever this is between us isn’t working and it is because we’re trying to force romance into what is meant to be a friendship.”

“Are you breaking up with me?” Her voice broke a touch.

“Are you happy with me?” Adrien asked, “When you look into the future is it me you’re seeing? Cause I don’t think it is.”

“I am happy with you. I love hanging out with you and if I were to look into the future I would hope that you were there with me.”

“I may be there and you may be happy with me but are you happy with me as a romantic partner?”

“Adrien…”

“We both know who it is you really want.” He stared down at their interlaced hands, “I thought that maybe I could be what you wanted. But with how sad you were when he moved away and how distant you’ve been since we started dating I couldn’t keep going on. Not when I knew that whatever this is between us was only hurting you more.”

Marinette started to break down completely. There was no use pretending now. “I never meant to hurt you or use you.” She whispered, “I thought you were what I wanted. What I needed. But in the end I was using you. You were the kind and handsome placeholder for all the emotions and love I wanted to give to someone. Then he showed up and little by little everything changed. I told myself that it was just a phase. A passing fancy. That I was your girlfriend and my feelings for him would drift away as a pleasant memory. I squashed them down and left them to wither and die in my gut. But they just wouldn’t.” Marinette sat down on the steps. “I led you on because being with you was better than being alone.”

Adrien sat down next to her. He held her close and rubbed her back gingerly. “It’s alright, Marinette. I’m not upset if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“How can you not be? I--I--”

“You’re hurting and if being your boyfriend helped you not to hurt then I’m okay. But you are still hurting. All I want is for you to be happy. You’re my friend and I love you and I want to help you however I can. But I think what is best for the both of us is if we stop pretending and go back to what works best for us.”

“You still want to be my friend?”

“Do I still want to be friends with the kindest, smartest, funniest, most talented, and bravest girl I have ever met? I think I’m gonna have to say, duh!” he said. Marinette laughed a bit.

“I love you. I really do.” Marinette leaned her head on his shoulder, “As my friend.”

“I love you too, friend.” They sat on the steps watching cars and people go by. Their relationship as a couple officially at an end. What had she done to deserve someone as great as Adrien in her life?

Upon returning home she collapsed onto her chaise and let herself have a good cry. She had put herself through all this pain and for what? Breaking up with Adrien wouldn’t bring Felix back. She had given up years of her life for a relationship she ended up not really wanting. Now all she had to show for it was a heart more broken than before.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out the note Felix had left. The last thing he had ever given her. She held it close, a stray tear hitting the paper. “I wish you were here.” she whispered.

All of the sudden she felt a hand on her back. She turned around and saw her mom kneeling next to her. “Oh sweetie, what’s wrong?”

“Mom.” Marinette hugged her tightly. “It hurts so much.”

“What does? What happened?” She asked.

“Adrien and I broke up.” Marinette muttered.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Her mom held her closer, “I’m so sorry. It’s gonna be okay.”

Her sobs grew louder and her dad came up to check on her as well. Both her parents held her in their arms as she let out all the pain she had been bottling in for months. They thought it was all for Adrien and she was fine to let them believe that. The reality hurt much worse.

Marinette went to bed early that night. She was too exhausted to see the note on her desk until she woke up in the morning. Picking it up her heart leapt into her throat. It was the paper from her sketchbook. The one with Felix’s sigil on it. She hadn’t seen this since she signed it.

Quickly turning it over she saw the contract was there with large black letters that read: VOID, stamped across it. One hundred percent satisfaction or your years of life back guarantee. Just as soon as she read it the paper caught fire and burned up in her hands leaving nothing but a puff of smoke in its wake.

Her five years had been returned. She called it a small victory.

Getting ready for school was a chore. But she felt lighter somehow. Like a weight had been taken off her shoulders and she could finally move forward. Walking into class she said hi to her friends. They were all sympathetic about her break up with Adrien but she assured them it was fine. Maybe under different circumstances they could have made it work but she was happy to have him in her life as just a friend.

In all honesty not being a couple helped a lot since they could just hang out without any expectations. She’d tag along to some of his photoshoots and make funny faces at him to break his concentration. He’d come over to play video games at her house after school. They’d study together and cracked jokes and made dumb puns. It was nice.

There was still that aching feeling in her chest when she thought of Felix. She missed him and often times found herself doodling his sigil in the margins of her notes. And she would be lying if she said she wasn’t tempted to try and summon him again. In the end she talked herself out of it. It was too big of a risk.

One day Adrien was over at her house studying what with exams on the way they could use all the study time they could get.

“UGH!” Marinette snapped her textbook closed. “I can’t focus.”

“Video game break?” Adrien suggested.

“No. I think I just need some fresh air and some snacks. You wanna come?”

“You go on. I’m still copying down the notes I missed.” Adrien gestured to the notebook Marinette had lent him.

“Alright, I won’t be long.” Marinette headed downstairs and stepped outside. The cold wind snapped her senses back into focus. She took a few minutes to breathe and people watch before she went back in and grabbed a couple snacks before heading back up to her room.

“I have macarons and juice.” Marinette announced. A small shiver went down her spine upon entering the room. “Adrien? What are you doing buddy?”

Adrien was half off the chaise and his eyes were wide. He looked like he had just seen a ghost. “Oh uh hi there.” He waved at her.

“Hey yourself.” she tossed him a juice bottle. “Why are you so squirrely?”

“There was a um...a spider. It’s gone now.”

“Freaking spiders.” Marinette sighed, “Remind me I need to vacuum up the cobwebs in here this weekend.”

“Will do.” Adrien was kinda restless the rest of the afternoon they were working and Marinette decided to call it off early. He wasn’t focused and her brain was going to melt if she kept trying to cram information in it.

“We still on for group study in the library tomorrow?” she asked before he left, “Alya and Max are bringing flashcards.”

“Yeah. Sounds good. See you then.” Adrien said before turning around to his car muttering to himself.

“Weirdo.” Marinette chuckled as she went back inside and got ready for bed.

The next day at school Marinette shuffled inside and placed her things in her locker. She had trouble falling asleep last night and was still sleepy when her alarm went off in the morning. What she would have given for another hour of blessed sleep.

Upon walking into the classroom she received a jolt that woke her up instantly. A figure in black jeans and a red hoodie was sitting in her seat with their feet propped up on her desk and their hood up. She rubbed her eyes but the figure remained.

She felt her feet moving beneath her without any sort of command from her brain as she neared her desk. “You’re in my seat.” Her voice was quiet.

They looked up, pushing the hood back off their head, revealing grey eyes that sparkled like silver and mussed blonde hair. “Surprised to see me?”

“Yes I am.” She took in a shaky breath. “Felix...what…”

“Come here, love,” he stood up and took her out of the classroom. They passed Adrien in the doorway who gave them a knowing smile.

Felix dragged her down to the now empty library. They stood apart from each other as Marinette tried to settle all the emotions in her head. Felix was here. Why was he here? How was he here? Was it because her wish had been voided?

“Marinette,” Felix spoke first, “I--”

She rushed him in a hug. His arms closed around her molding her to him. She was shaking and crying but god help her if she could stop. “There, there, love,” Felix whispered as he tried to soothe her, “Cry it out. It’s alright.”

“I’m okay.” Marinette broke out of the embrace abruptly. “Sorry. I got overwhelmed.”

“Don’t apologize.” He smoothed out her hair. “I can imagine that this is a bit of a shock.”

“A bit of a shock?” Marinette stepped further away from him. “A bit of a shock!”

“Oh boy here we go.” Felix braced himself, “I’m ready let’s have it.”

“I haven’t seen you in months!” Marinette shrieked, her whole body filling with anger and sadness, “I was left alone on a dance floor trying not to cry my eyes out the last time I saw you. I entered into a relationship I ended up not even wanting because pretending to be in love was better than being alone. All I had left was this note in my fridge to remember you by cause all the pictures you were in mysteriously vanished. I was finally starting to accept that you were a strange and heartbreaking moment in my life and was moving on from it.”

She rushed up to him jabbing a finger into his chest. “Now you’re here and I don’t know what to think or what to feel. I’m angry and upset and happy and confused and worried and hopeful and about a billion other things. So yes, seeing you in my seat like nothing has happened was ‘a bit of a shock!’”

She turned away taking several deep breaths to calm herself. This was too much to deal with this early.

“Marinette,” Felix touched her shoulder but just as quickly withdrew it when he saw her glare, “What do you want me to say? You want me to apologize for leaving? You want me to say that I should have stayed and damn the consequences? Cause we both know it wouldn’t have helped. It would have just made everything worse.”

“Then why are you back?” Marinette rounded on him, “Why are you back? Is it because my contract was void? Do we have to strike a new deal or something? I am not in the mood for games, Felix. I don’t want any roundabout answers or riddles. I just want a straightforward answer.”

“It has nothing to do with your contract. We don’t need to make any new deal. Your years of life were returned. That was the end of it.” Felix explained calmly.

“So what is it then?”

“I was summoned.”

“Not by me.”

“No, love, not by you.” Felix reached into his notebook and took out a piece of paper before handing it to her.

“My chemistry notes?” She scanned over the paper. “How did you get this?”

“Because of this.” He pointed to a doodle in the margin. A smear of dried blood on it. “Funny what a little paper cut can do.”

“But if it wasn’t me then…” the realization started to dawn on her. “I gave Adrien my notes to copy. I went downstairs for snacks and…”

“When you came back up he was acting weird?” Felix nodded with a crooked smile. “Yes.”

“He…” Marinette’s hands flew to her mouth. “Adrien! Oh god, what did he wish for? What was the price? I swear if you took his soul--”

“Hey, hey, calm down.” Felix eased her, “He’s fine. No soul reaping here. I promise. I understand your worry but there is nothing to be worried about. Everything is fine.”

“Has he made a deal with you yet?”

“Yes.”

“No!” Marinette was pacing again, “Oh god this is so bad!”

“Marinette, love, will you get ahold of yourself for five minutes and let me explain?” Felix grasped her by the shoulders to stop her movement. “Can you give me that? Can you give me five minutes?”

Marinette nodded. “Okay,” he let her go, “Let me start from the beginning when Adrien first summoned me.”

“A good a place as any to start.” Marinette took a seat at one of the tables. “I’m listening.”

“When I first showed up in your room I was panicked because I thought you had gotten incredibly stupid and conjured me again. When I looked around though the only one there was Adrien. He was startled and confused as to why I was there and how I had appeared. I knew you would be back any second so I quickly explained that I had never been a transfer student and was actually a demon that you had accidentally summoned that one day you got hit in the face with a dodgeball. I begged him not to let you know I was there and that I would explain everything once we were away from your house.”

“Why didn’t you reveal yourself to me when you were in my room? If anything I think I could have helped explain to Adrien what you are.”

“Given your reaction to seeing me just now I am gonna say that you would have not been any help at all. If you knew I was there it would have been extra gas on the fire and that was not going to be good for anyone.”

“That’s fair.” Marinette relented. “Go on.”

“So after we left and went back to Adrien’s house I explained the situation more and I had to tell him about our deal and how he had factored into it. He was good about it. I swear that he is one of the most understanding people I have ever met. He really does take everything in stride. He didn’t even get mad when I told him it was I that cut the air conditioning in your house that one day.”

“Felix, you’re drifting.” She said.

“Sorry. Back to it.” Felix cleared his throat, “After we got all of that out of the way I told him that since he summoned me, accident or not, we had to make a deal or else I could never leave. So we made a deal.”

“And this is where my worries come in.” Marinette said, “I fought you for a week before striking a deal. You’re alone with Adrien for one night and he’s quite literally made a deal with the devil. So just tell me what it was he did wish for.”

He reached out a hand and gently stroked her cheek. “He wished for the brute to be a gentleman,” His voice broke a touch, “or in my case, human.”

Marinette shot to her feet so fast the chair clattered to the ground behind her. Human? Her throat felt dry. “He can wish for that?”

“Apparently so.” Felix chuckled.

“But why?”

“Because he loves you. And he’d do anything to make you happy.”

“And he thought that was you?” Marinette joked.

Felix scoffed, pretending to be wounded. “Was he mistaken, love?”

“How much did that cost if not his soul?”

“Turning a demon into a human is seen as a punishment where I was from. My bosses were already pissed at me for how much time I spent up here, complaining about me going soft. They were going to punish me somehow but in their eyes Adrien did that for them. So they may have let the price slide just this once.”

“How is being human a punishment?”

“Loss of immortality and you are now under the sway of god again which you had fallen from before. It’s basically seen as a betrayal to your fallen peers.”

“I have so many more questions about the logistics of this. I mean, do you have a soul now? What happens when you die? What is your DNA? Do you even have a place to live?”

“In order: yes, I don’t know, I don’t know, and no. That being said, can I stay your house for a couple weeks? I have literally nowhere to go and no money.”

“I’ll talk to my parents. Maybe you can take the photographer’s advice and become a model. He said he knew an agency.”

“A model? I can see it. I may be mortal but I am still hot as hell and devilishly handsome.” Felix laughed. The sound filled Marinette with warmth.

“On second thought I don’t think you need your ego fed anymore.”

“Too late, I’m already imaging.” He started making ridiculous poses.

“Okay cool it, Jojo.” Marinette rolled her eyes. She approached him, resting a hand on his chest. “Are you really human?”

“Yes.”

“Are you here to stay?”

“Yes.”

“Do you…do you…” The question was stuck in her throat.

“I do.” Felix cradled her face in his hands. “It isn’t much and I’ve a lot to learn still but that’s half the fun of love isn’t it?”

“Yes.” She was crying now. Felix gently wiped away her tears and waited patiently for her to calm down.

“So, are you happy?” He asked.

“I am. I thought I’d lost you forever.” She hiccuped.

“You think you could drive me off that easily?” He pressed his forehead to hers, “You couldn’t shake me when I was a demon and now that you’re my girlfriend you’re never getting rid of me.”

“Girlfriend? Jumping ahead of ourselves don’t you think?” She laughed, “Shouldn’t you take me on a date first?”

“Was extinguishing every light in Paris so we could watch the shooting stars not a good enough first date for you? Cause I hate to tell you but I’m not gonna be able to top that now without any powers.”

“How about dinner?” Marinette suggested, “Then dessert at Andre’s.”

“Sounds perfect.” he leaned in closer. “But first I am going to drag us back into the far stacks of the library to make out because that is all I have been thinking about since that night we watched the stars.”

Marinette stood on her toes and pressed her mouth against his. Her hands balled in the fabric of his hoodie. His hands wove into her hair pulling her closer still. Butterflies, fireworks, bouncy balls, everything was going off inside her as he kissed her deeply. This was what it was supposed to feel like.

He wasn’t letting her go any time soon either. One kiss followed another more desperate and hungry and loving than the last until they were both out of breath. “I love you,” She whispered against his lips. “I love you, Felix.”

“I love you too, Marinette.” he kissed her again. “I do have one little condition though?”

“And what would that be? More eclairs?” She giggled punctuating her words with small darting kisses.

“Well yes, obviously, but more than that I want to make one last deal. An official end to my demon dealing ways.” He looked at her with so much love and adoration it threatened to strangle her. “I’ll trade you the rest of my life for the rest of yours. Sound fair, my love?”

Marinette laced her hand with his, “It’s a deal.”

THE END

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ill-skillsgard · 5 years ago

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I can’t stop thinking about Faust and his Sweet Girl, especially as they’re trapped in quarantine. After the night she rode him, she’d be a limping mess, and he’d smirk every time he saw it.

Listen... I had a thought.

Faust’s girl gets so bored one day, like on the verge of running out into traffic because she just can’t spend another day inside. It’s Springtime, the flowers are in bloom, the trees are budding, the birds and squirrels are chirping and she just wants to enjoy outside.

She wants to picnic and go exploring in the forest. Inside is fine, and she likes Faust’s apartment after he let her clean it from top to bottom (not before vaguely threatening her with near-death if she removed anything) but outside is where she thrives. She can’t enjoy the breeze on the balcony like she can when she’s meandering next to a river, listening to the frogs and geese calling out. It’s not the same. Not even when he puts on ambient rainforest sounds to give her the sense of being free.

Her yearning for outside can be set back for a time if she cleans, and the only room that hasn’t known her lemony-fresh touch is Faust’s actual bedroom. He’s in the living room watching documentaries while tuning one of his guitars, so she takes it upon herself to clear out his dirty laundry, change the bedsheets, dust the shelves and vacuum the carpet. It’s a decent distraction until she pushes the vacuum under the bed and meets a resistive object.

She gets down on her knees and peers under the bed, thinking she got everything out from under there when she was hunting for all of Faust’s dirty t-shirts. There’s a flat box with a brass latch in the way, so she pulls it out and studies it a moment before popping the lid. What she sees inside is not what she expected.

There’s a wad of wound rope, a pair of heavy handcuffs made of real metal (not the nickel-brushed novelty kind, these are the real deal) and all manner of penetrative objects she has never seen before. Hell, there’s even a few coloured wax candlesticks with charred wicks next to a black zipper-mouth ski mask. She wants to think what she stumbled upon is a tickle-trunk of props meant for a broody photoshoot or album artwork, but she’s not dumb.

“And just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Faust’s scratchy voice pierces her like a needle in the spine. She gasps, shutting the lid and shoving the box back under the bed.

It’s far too late for her to pretend she saw nothing. Her hands shake and her eyes widen when Faust takes another step into the room, closing the door behind him.

“I was just cleaning. I’m sorry,” her voice wavers.

“Looks like you were just snooping to me.”

“I swear I didn’t mean to.”

Faust then sat on the bed while she remained on the floor, looking up at him without blinking.

“There are parts of me you’re nowhere near ready for. And you’ve just proven me right.”

“Please, it was a mistake.”

“Mm-hmm,” he says. “And it was a mistake for me to trust you.”

Despite the hardness of his voice and the heavy taste of disappointment in the air, he patted his knee until she climbed into his lap.

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” he told her.

“I know.”

“It makes me think we’ll never be on the same page. At least not enough for me to trust you.”

“I don’t understand.”

Faust sighed and bumped her up a couple times on his knee. “Exactly. You don’t understand the level of trust it takes for me to let you in. It’s supposed to be mutual... And you’ve gone and destroyed it because you couldn’t keep your pretty eyes to yourself.”

#faust stuff #faust in quarantine

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packsbeforesnacks · 5 years ago

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A Staggering Revelation || Cece & Winn

TIMING: Wednesday, February 5th, 2020, Late Night LOCATION: Dell’s Tavern PARTIES: @thebickedwitchoftherest & @packsbeforesnacks SUMMARY: Cece gets drunk as a skunk. Emotionally, Winn is like a screen door on a submarine. WARNINGS: None.

Cece should have stopped a while ago. Usually, Cece was better at pacing herself. At least if she was out in public. There were no direct reasons that lead to her drinking as much as she had tonight, but she had on multiple occasions almost been murdered by enlarged lobsters, so she was going to blame them.

It had started innocently enough. She had ordered the cheapest beer on draft, her usual. Then, she had gotten talking to people and listening to their recommendations. Soon enough, she was trying different craft beers and arguing to some Kansas City tool about the Super Bowl. The arguing had made her even thirstier. Multiple hours later and Cece was giggling up a storm, dangling off of the barstool and taking a large gulp of her final beer.

She figured a walk out in the fresh air might do her some good as long as she could remember how to get herself home. She was making her way toward the door when she realized there was someone who must have been talking to her. “Honestly dude, I’m flattered but I am not interested.” Cece turned her head slightly to wave the man off but did a double take. Jesus, he was hot. “Even if you’re — wow damn you’re so pretty. But I am staying strong on my go home alone when drunk policy. Raincheck?”

It wasn’t Winn’s policy to go out drinking on a Wednesday, especially if he wasn’t drinking at the Arena — and, honestly, this was, what, the third time he’d been out drinking this week, counting the Super Bowl? But fuck it.

Natalia had gotten him enough weed to last him through a small apocalypse, but after his outing with Miles in the forest last month, Winn was keen to appease the beast within as best he could before Friday’s full moon. Since his cabin had recently run out of both Ricky’s barbecue and cheap beer, and since the wolf demanded booze and meat to keep it happy and sated, Winn found himself at Dell’s Tavern, drinking cheap beer, and burying his face into a double order of sliders.

Some loudmouth was blathering on about the Chiefs’ win Sunday, though he’d long ago been taken on by blonde woman who wouldn’t stand for the asshole’s slander of the entire state of California. Winn tuned in and out of their conversation and the basketball game, watching the Raptors come back from behind to give the Pacers a run for their money. He noticed the woman getting far drunker than the loudmouth, eyes squinting as he tried to figure out KC’s intentions. But he seemed harmless enough, and eventually left the woman to her own devices.

Winn nursed his beer, protective instincts — after all, last time he’d helped out a drunk person, he’d made a friend in Noah — kicking in. When she got up, starting to stumble to the door, Winn followed, slapping a twenty on the counter and nodding at the bartender (who’d mostly left Winn alone after he’d been waved off twice, and whose was now staring at the twenty like he’d spike Winn’s drinks with liquor, always tip your bartenders) to close out his tab.

He tried calling out to the woman, realized it might look bad, and double-timed it to the door. “Hey, uh, you alright?” he tried. She looked just past him for a moment, then nearly ran into the door, slurring somethin’ about Winn being pretty. Oh, right. Some dudes liked chicks. “Uh, was gonna offer to walk you home, actually, uh… ma’am?” He winced. “You never know what could be lurkin’ out in the streets.” God, could he sound creepier? “You’re a little… well, shit-faced, if I’m being honest.”

Shit faced? Who was this guy to call Cece shit faced? Even if she was shit faced, which she most definitely was, where did this guy get off telling that to her? But Cece had way more important things to be offended by.

“Ma’am? What am I? Forty-five?” She scoffed at him and kept making her way to the door, forgetting how cold it was outside until she swung the front door open and the burst of cold air smacked her in the face, her cheeks immediately flushing. The walk from the bar wasn’t that long on a normal night but would certainly feel that way in this cold. Maybe having a pretty face along for the ride would make the walk go more quickly.

“You listen here, sir.” She walked over to Winn and pointed her finger at him, poking him in the chest. “I am the thing that lurks in the streets.” She spoke as seriously as she could, holding a serious expression for as long as she could before breaking into giggle. It felt like she was doing great. Realistically, her vision was blurred, and she wasn’t sure that she was even looking directly at the man. “Fine. But you better keep up. And you better make good conversation.”

She burst through the door, expecting him to follow along. She felt her weight slipping to one side and risked falling over, so she corrected herself and ended up tumbling the other direction, tripping over her own feet and almost falling to the ground. “That was less graceful than I intended, but I assure you I’m fine. What’s your name, pretty boy?”

Had she just poked him in the chest? She’d just poked him in the chest. Winn listened to the woman talk for a moment, used to dealing with drunk people from the… everything about his personal history. She was looking past Winn, which typically meant that she’d look past other things, like street lamps or trees. Winn had been there; he definitely understood, but that just made him more adamant to help her get home.

Fortunately, though, she agreed to his proposal, and spun on her heel, walking (and nearly falling, and then actually falling). He placed a hand on her upper back (the safe zone, his straight friends had told him, though, really, what did they know?) and offered his arm to the woman. “I’ve been told I’m pretty good at conversation… or at least at listenin’. Name’s Winn. And I wouldn’t have to call you ma’am, ma’am, if you told me your name.”

He flushed a bit at being called “pretty boy.” He knew he was pretty, sure, but, having gone through multiple years with no one pointing it out, Winn was still unused to hearing it again. Part of him had suspected, maybe, that everything that he’d done, everything that had happened to him, had erased some part of that shining visage he was known for amongst his friends, lovers, and, hey, even his enemies had to admit that Winn was easy on the eyes. Nothin’ to be self-conscious about, really. “And which way’re we headin’?” he asked, ready to steer the woman (gently, subtly) in whichever direction spoke most to her.

Even if he was cute, the good boy demeanor annoyed the hell out of Cece. Not because she found nice guys to be especially obnoxious or because she couldn't stand some random guy trying to do her a favor, but because she was drunk. All men annoyed her when she was drunk. He guided her along the street and back to her feet, his hand gently pressed against her back. For now, Cece couldn’t tell if he was good at conversation or if people just enjoyed talking to the pretty face. But she tried to reserve judgement until she got to know the person.

“Shit, if I tell you my name do you promise to stop calling me ma’am?” Cece rolled her eyes at the man and looked up at him, finally noticing how much taller he was than her. “You can call me Cece. And only Cece.” The two followed along together, heading in the general direction of Cece’s house. She was pretty sure. Technically speaking, she knew she wasn’t drunk enough to have lost her home but clearly she wasn’t very focused right now.

“We are heading to my house, obviously.” Cece took a long pause, glancing in both directions and trying to visualize herself walking in each direction to get a feel of which one gave her the best vibes. “As soon as I figure out where my house is.” She eventually picked a path, fairly confident that it was the correct one. For a block or two, the two worked in relative silence sans the constant cuss words Cece muttered under her breath when she stumbled. Eventually the silence pissed her off more than the hot guy did. “If you’re such good conversation, tell me about yourself, Winn.”

Winn had been just about to break the pointed silence (well, semi-silence, but Winn wasn’t gonna count swearing as conversation… in this instance) when the woman, Cece, did it herself.

“Hmm. Well, I was a teen model for a minute,” he started. Belatedly, it occurred to him that the woman looked about his age and might know him from when he’d been a teen model, but he hoped that she was too drunk to remember his cover issue of Seventeen… if she’d ever picked it up in the first place. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed, no, no, no. Just… wasn’t the fact he usually led with.

“Uh, oh, duh, I coach hockey. The Crypteens — or, uh, the White Crest Cryptids. If you’re lame.” He laughed, looking at the sidewalk to scan for hazards that might trip up drunk women who didn’t think they were that drunk and were liable to make dumb mistakes for that assumption. Least she wasn’t drunksplaining yet. “I’unno, what do you wanna know? And what’s your deal, Cece? Like I said, I’m happy to listen, if you got anything you’ve been meanin’ to get off your chest; I’m a good secret keeper.”

Cece wasn’t even surprised that he had been a teen model. She immediately began wondering how famous he had been and if she had seen him at any time in her life. If she had, then props to her high school self for finally meeting a model. She was killing the game even more than she already knew she was back at sixteen. “I need proof of this so-called modeling. How am I supposed to know if you were just like a hand model, or did a photoshoot for your random friend who wanted to be a photographer, hm Winn? Pics or it didn’t happen!”

Cece shrugged as if there was nothing else she could do in this situation. Her hands were metaphorically tied. And literally too drunk to actually do anything with. “Oh that’s cute! Hockey wasn’t really a thing back in LA. When I’m sober, I need you to tell me this again so I can come to one of the games. Does the stadium serve alcohol? Asking for a friend.” Plot twist, Cece was the friend.

“We’re not talking about me, mister. There’s nothing to tell about me. I’m just a girl who tests urine all day and then likes to have a couple drinks.” The joys of a toxicologist. She spent her days testing much more than urine, but that seemed to be the most common or at least the one that stuck in her mind. “Nice try, but your smooth talking won’t get me that easy. I don’t spill my darkest secrets until at least the third date. I’m a girl of class, clearly.”

The two continued their hike, Winn letting Cece lead the way for better or worse. She made a right turn, not because she could tell a difference between any of the roads in the night but because she remembered that she took a right turn at some point in her usual path home. “I want to know why someone goes to the bar if they don’t plan on drinking.”

“The Arena,” Winn said pointedly, dodging the questions about his modeling career in their entirety and hoping she’d forget upon sobering up, “does serve alcohol, yeah. Big D — yes, that’s his name, I know, I know — can make a mean mixed drink.” He got the distinct impression that the friend was Cece, herself.

“Los Angeles, huh? I haven’t been since I was a kid, and it was mostly in—” Wait, no, don’t mention Mom. “—uh, hotels, y’know? Got bad food poisoning and had to stay in the hotel the whole time.” They made a sharp right turn, heading in what Winn assumed was probably the wrong way. Worst case scenario, Winn would put her up on the couch. Best case scenario, even a blind squirrel finds a nut every once in a while, right? Or a drunk squirrel, as the case may be. He ignored the comment about dates.

“I did have some drinks, just have class in the morning, so couldn’t get quite as drunk as maybe I wanted to. Don’t worry, I’m sure that by Friday, I’ll want to drink my body weight in liquor.” What could happen to put him there, he’d never know, but it was… possible, he supposed? “

There’s not a ton to tell about me either.” Lie. “I’m an open book.” Lie-ish.

“Alright, how about a story from my childhood? We used to go down the Potomac to the beaches on the coast of Virginia — where I’m originally from — and swim, pretty often.” Well, often relative to, you know, familial affection in general. “First time that we’re down there, my parents are holdin’ my hands and guiding me to see the ocean, between them. They got married pretty young, but one of their friends married them — right there, on that beach. But the waves were a little rough that day, and my parents were talkin’ ‘bout somethin’, can’t remember what, but they weren’t paying attention as close as maybe” — definitely — “they should have been. So, when I’d just gotten my feet wet, the ocean knocked me under. One of their hands slipped, think my mom, and then my dad couldn’t keep me up on his own. The waves retreated pretty immediately — we weren’t that far in — but I still remember the way the water crashed into me. I was scared as hell, even if I didn’t understand somethin’ like drownin’ quite yet” He smiled, a little sad. “But the thing is? You think that’d turn me off of the ocean, right? But I love the water. I love the salt, and the brine, and the air, and the waves, and I love feelin’ the crash of it against me, now. I never, y’know, held it against the ocean. I was the one fightin’ against nature, it was just… being. It couldn’t change what it was. But I had a choice. Let that pull me under, or embrace it.”

He laughed, a bit nervous. “Sorry, I guess I, uh, kinda got going there.”

“I’ll call him whatever he wants if he makes a good mojito.” Cece grinned at Winn. “Whoops. I think I just outed myself.” It’s true, she was the friend after all. But she had kept Winn guessing for a minute there. The Arena. She would try to remember that, to the best of her drunk ability. Hockey was never something she had gotten into, being from Cali and all, but Cece had always been into that stadium mentality that sporting events brought on. She loved screaming down at an arena of people wildly more athletic than herself to tell them all the things they were doing wrong.

“Well there are certainly a lot of hotels in LA. I hope you at least got a good one, since you were stuck there.” Cece was of course, not familiar with the hotels in LA given that she lived there. “Well, not drinking on a school night is very responsible of you. Wish I could say the same.” Cece had gone to college, mostly. A lot of moving around and online classes made for a less than stellar college experience, but what could a girl do when she spent all her time with a traveling coven?

Even drunk, Cece was able to stay mostly quiet as Winn recounted a story from his childhood and she was immediately sucked into the drama of it. The romance of the wedding. The place setting. Cece stared, she gasped, if she had some more drinks in her she might have even cried. It was all very raw, and honest. Cece was almost disappointed that she was too drunk to appreciate the depth of it.

“Dude…” Cece began, drawing the syllable out for longer than needed. “That was depressing as hell, oh my god.” She was full on laughing now. “I can’t believe that was the story you went with for an introduction story. You’re hella raw, Winn. I dig it. Guess we’re sorta friends now, aren’t we? I don’t let just anybody walk me home after all.”

Outed herself? Boy, she was really choosin’ excellent word choice for someone so smashed. He barked out a laugh at her (potentially?) unintentional pun, covering it with a cough. Winn had paused after his story to take an account of her reaction, and she’d paused for a moment before the long, drawn-out, “Duuuuude,” she’d graced him with. He didn’t hold any of what she said against her; it was a pretty depressin’ story, when you got down to brass tacks. The laughter was a bit new, and he bristled a little, but tried to let it roll off him, much like the tide had rolled over him. (Dark humor, Winner? Very funny.)

“I can’t really believe I went for it either,” he admitted. “I probably haven’t thought about that in, Christ, years?” But, hey, if Noah was anything to go off of, ranting to drunk people (or drunk ranting at sober people anyway) was free therapy, and… maybe he needed to get that out, again, to someone new. He played his cards in White Crest pretty close to his chest. He didn’t like lyin’, as a rule, but bein’ selective about the truth? Yeah, he was all about that life. Wouldn’t lie if he was asked, but, then, who was there to ask?

His ear perked up at “friends,” Winn tuning back in to remember why they were walking together in the first place. “Oh, right. Home. Your home. Cece, uh, not to doubt you or anythin’, but what part of town do you live in? ‘Cause, well, we’ve been walkin’ for a bit and I thought maybe you knew where you were goin’, but… I don’t even think I know where we are.” Thank God for cell phones. Maybe Cece really did live in… Winn glanced around… the… abandoned warehouse district? What was this, a bad horror movie?

Despite her initial annoyance, Cece had eventually decided that Winn made for good company. Maybe he was a little overly noble, led with depressing stories about his childhood, and was freakishly tall. But those aside, Cece was enjoying her night with the Big Friendly Giant.

“Well, not sure how I helped make those memories bubble back up to the surface, but happy to be of service.” She giggled at him. Was that memory really something she should be thanked for? Maybe not, but it was Winn that had decided to share the story in the first place, not Cece. Besides, she needed to focus on other things. Like getting them back to her house. Which according to Winn, she had lost. As if he had any better clue where they were than she did.

Admittedly, glancing around Cece wasn’t familiar with the area they had ended up in. But she wasn’t about to let that stop her. “Excuse you sir but I definitely may or may not know exactly where I amn’t.” That didn’t feel like a word. Whatever. “I live by all the rich people. Harris Island? Not there — I’m not rich. But I live by it. Take notes!” Cece yelled aloud, suddenly realizing how loud she had been talking. Then she had the idea to ask her phone.

“EY SE RE!” she yelled at her phone. “Takemehome.” She spoke as clearly as she could before getting annoyed and shoving her phone off to him. “Shhh. It’s nighttime. Tell her to take us home.”

Winn placed a gentle hand on Cece’s back as she mentioned Harris Island — and, wait, had she had people livin’ out there were rich? — and steered them in almost the total opposite direction of where they’d been going. He’d pulled out his own phone to check Google Maps while Cece had been talkin’, ignoring her jibe about how he didn’t know where they were. He did know where they were, thanks. Now, anyway.

Truly, Winn needed to stop makin’ friends this way. First Noah, now Cece? He knew he had a loveable, almost bartenderly air about him, but he wasn’t Ted Danson or anythin’.

After a flaccid attempt at getting instructions, during which Cece was nigh comprehensible, he took — well, had shoved — Cece’s phone from her. Winn was half-expecting it to not have even been an iPhone that he’d been given — would be just his luck, really. But, no, blissfully, he knew how to operate this particular piece of hardware. He held down the side button for a moment, Siri’s electronic voice chiming in. “Siri,” he said, “What’s my address?” He took down the address into his own phone and thanked the assistant for her services, before putting Cece’s — haha, kinda sounded like Siri — back into the woman’s jacket pocket.

“Alright, I’ve been keepin’ up my side of the conversation, and we’ve still got a bit of a walk ahead of us. I know you said we weren’t talkin’ about you, but I’m curious. So…” He let the vowel hang in the air, waiting for a genuine response... or a prompt “fuck off” from the woman. Either/or.

Cece began staring up at the sky as Winn fiddled helplessly with the technology. The sky sure was pretty that night. Even if it was cold as balls outside and Cece wanted nothing more than an electric blanket and a hot cocoa machine. Despite her upbringing, the travels around the country had allowed her a surprisingly fond appreciation for the beauty of nature. But fuck it was cold. That ruined the mood. She missed the always sunny, excessively smoggy, annoying warmth of LA.

“Me? Oh there’s not so much to me.” Cece waved him off, but then immediately began laughing hysterically. “PSYCHE. Buckle up buttercup.” Cece cracked her knuckles for dramatic effect. “Well, I was a cheerleader in high school. It was way fucking boring and not important to my life at all,” Cece admitted, forgetting why she had brought it up in the first place.

“Whatever. When I was sixteen I left LA and started moving around the world with my hippie family, traveling from place to place. Took some breaks to go to school, transferred schools a lot due to the moving. Then one year there was drama, blah, blah, blah. I wanted an out and went off on my own. I was 25, it was about time. Ended up on the East Coast and then just sort of stumbled into Maine. Saw a posting for my current job and applied for it.” Cece clapped her hands with finality and smiled triumphantly. “There you go. My whole life story. Badabing badaboom.”

She could tell that Winn had shifted directions for them and decided to withhold judgement to give the tall man a chance to get them to the right place. She was proud of herself, drunk rambling to a hot guy without even a mention of witchhood. Someone was going to get to keep all their memories of the night. And Cece was trashed, so it definitely wasn’t her. “Questions?”

Winn walked along, bobbing his head occasionally at what was probably supposed to be a brisk monologue. Whether Cece knew it or not, though, she stopped after about every sentence — or fragment of one — and stared off into the distance before starting again. Winn figured she was thinking and the brain was workin’ a little slow. But… It was easy enough to pick up on. Didn’t feel right tellin’ her she sounded goofy.

“Hmm. I was a jock in high school, though not sure the hockey team ever got cheerleaders of our own. Other than some real nice parents with orange slices. My parents were, uh…” He scrambled for a word, figuring Cece wouldn’t notice the pause. “Worldly? We darted around a lot, but always came back to the South. Had my own drama year, fucked off to Europe, and here I am now.”

He got the distinct sense, given the space between the “blahs,” that maybe there was something more to Cece’s story. But that wasn’t something Winn wanted to take advantage of and, besides, it wasn’t like Winn wasn’t hidin’ his own secrets. “And no, no questions. Other than, well… This is your place, right? He stared at the cabin. Nice place, though a little too close to the rest of the town for Winn’s taste. But nice. “You think you can get the door open and get to bed safe?”

Cece listened intently on what Winn was telling her. Or at least, she tried to listen intently. Admittedly, her mind kept wandering astray. Drunk Cece found the most mundane thing interesting. A flickering street lamp, the strange noise that echoed when the wind blew against the bundle of trees. Everything distracted her. And everything was spinning.

“Oh yeah, you totally have the jock look going for you.” She nodded, at least catching onto that part. Every now and then a keyword would stick out to her. For example, worldly. Which she assumed implied rich.

“My home!” she exclaimed upon seeing it for herself. “Good work, Winny!” She gleamed, reaching back and patting him on the chest without turning to look at him. “I got it from here, my dude. Thanks again for keeping me company.” Realizing that he had to walk back to the bar by himself now, she eventually did turn back to him. “If you need a place to stay you can crash here. But strictly the couch for you.” She pointed at him and then went back to fiddling with her front door.

Winn waited until she got into the cabin, listened closely for the sound of a woman falling down a flight of stairs, and, when he was satisfied that she’d make her way to her bed, walked back to the bar in silence, missing the company.

#wickedswriting #para #Cece #A Staggering Revelation

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hey-hey-chan · 6 years ago

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Ice Queen - Hyunjin

❀ Slice of Life/angst + some lighthearted and funny moments

❀ Word count: 7.1 K

❀ It’s December, meaning the winter formal is right around the corner. You happen to be the head of leadership, meaning it’s your job to set everything up, and making everything perfect. Of course, you are unable to do so with a certain boy who keeps telling you to show emotion, to let down your controlling ways- not with people, but with life. Will you finally let down your guard and become vulnerable or will you build your walls even higher?

❀ WARNING: mentions of death

❀ A/N: this... this turned out differently than I imagined... i really like the ice queen/winter formal concept. maybe i’ll write something similar... and less angsty LMFAO

ALSO I changed the point of view of the character, so I’m now trying out writing in second person !! so pls excuse if there are any POV changes (I probs messed up oml) or if there are any tense errors ;-; would LOVE to hear feedback on whether you prefer second or first (my normal pov) person more!!

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The whole school looked like a winter wonderland. The halls were decorated with lights and colorful streamers and the windows had a white rim around all of them. A big fat tree was set in the middle of the school and had little ornaments drooping beside them.

Kids were smiling and taking pictures next to all the fabulous decorations, but unfortunately, you were not one of them.

Your hair was tied back in a slick ponytail and you had to brush back the small baby hairs that framed your face. As president of leadership, you had to do everything, meaning you set up the decorations with the help of little to nothing as well as think of the artwork that was plastered around the school.

“Finally, all done.” You whispered to yourself as you put the final poster about the winter formal above the cafeteria, even though everyone already knew about it.

“Great work with the decorations, y/n, the school looks so festive ever year.” A girl in your science class commented. You gave her a bright smile, one you had to master to look good and nice to your peers. “Aw, thank you so much!” The girl scurried away with her group of friends, leaving you to try and find your own.

“Wow, you set up the entire school by yourself... once again. How expected.” The familiar voice sent shivers down your spine in anger. You knew the boy was just trying to get on your nerves, and you wouldn’t let that happen.

You turned on your heels to face the vice president of the club, Hwang Hyunjin. The boy was wearing a casual sweater with black jeans, but you couldn’t help but scan his entire outfit; he was good eye candy.

You gave him a tight smile. “Well, if anyone else volunteered to help me, maybe I wouldn’t have to do it alone.” You tried to walk past him, but he kept up with your quick steps.

The boy scoffed and ruffled his fluffy hair. “Yeah, maybe people would volunteer if you weren’t such a neat freak and obsessed with control.” You kept walking and didn’t let his words bother you. It wasn’t the first time you’ve heard them and definitely not the last. “Why don’t you just chill out a bit and then have people help you? It’s seriously not that hard.”

At those words, you stopped to stare at the boy. “Hyunjin, I’m fine setting up the decorations by myself. And of course, I do have some help, but most of it is easy work. I like setting up the decorations, alone, when no one is here to help me.” You spoke honestly. You were in leadership, but you weren’t too fond of hanging around other people. You knew that everyone in leadership was fake, and even you were too-- it was just a part of the job.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes. “Well I didn’t ask what you liked. Other people in the club want to help do something as well and you can’t just do everything yourself since you have the decorations stored at your house.” You sighed and tightened the strings on your backpack.

“Um, I think it does mean I can set it up whenever I want to if most of the decorations are stored at my house.” You turned to walk up the stairs, knowing he had a class on the second floor. “No one has ever approached me, claiming they want to help me, so I would argue that everyone in the club is fine with how I run things.” You gave the boy a light wave. “Have fun in class.”

You gave him a fake smile, one you’ve practiced so hard in the mirror. As you turned away, you heard him mumble “ugh fake bitch,” leaving you to chuckle under your breath. You were used to that phrase as only Hyunjin called you it. It was annoying, but it didn’t really bother you as he was the only one who had a problem with you. The rest of the kids at school had thought you were fake, but they had no evidence to find you being mean so their rumors always faltered.

You sat down in your calculus class and tried not to think too much about the irritating boy.

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There was a meeting for the winter formal after school. You were the first one to arrive, of course. You cleaned the white board and set out the markers you brought yourself.

“Wow, you’re here first, surprise surprise.” You tried hard not to roll your eyes at the boy.

“Yeah, I mean, my class is down the hall so.” You shrugged as you gave him a light smile. He didn’t give you one back.

“Or maybe you just can’t handle someone else starting the meeting or touching your precious whiteboard.” You bit down your lip so you wouldn’t snap, but to be honest, the boy sometimes just rubbed you the wrong way.

You set down the pens and crossed your arms. “Or, it’s because I am president, so I have to start the meetings and I do like to keep the white board clean and I like to bring my own markers. So what? I don’t see you doing anything to stop me.” You retorted while setting down your bag on the chair. Hyunjin had nothing to say to you as other students started to file in.

“Hey y/n, the decorations looking fresh this year.” You smiled at the underclassmen girl.

“Thanks so much! I love the way it turned out too.” As soon as most people were there, it was time to start the meeting. “Ok, so, topic of the meeting. Winter formal.” You sprawled the words on top in bright red, underlining it.

“So, any ideas? Decorations? Any fun surprises we should have? Anything.” You said as usual. This was a time just to get ideas out.

A boy in the back raised his hands. “Animals. We have a place for a petting zoo for the students and they can pay us five dollars each time they visit it. That’ll rack in the money!” He high-fived his friends who happened to be sophomores, just like him. You tried hard not to roll your eyes.

“Um, unfortunately, we cannot do that because there may be people allergic to the animals and if everyone is touching them, then of course their allergies will start to act up.” You frowned as if the idea was good in the first place. You glanced at your vice president.

“What she means is, that’s a dumb idea, Heejun.” Hyunjin mocked while twiddling his pencil in his hands. The boy glared at Hyunjin but others giggled at Hyunjin’s words. You both were popular in different ways.

“Moving on, any other ideas?” A junior girl raised her hand slowly and you gave her a gentle smile to egg her on. “Yes?”

The girl adjusted her glasses and fiddled with her long sleeves. “Um, I, um, so I was thinking, like since we need more money for other things throughout the year, I like Heejun’s idea of raising money. But instead, maybe we could have a photoshoot area for the students to come and take photos..? I mean I know I would want to make these memories last as long as possible if I were them.” You thought hard about her words, but you gave her a wide smile.

“I love it! Maybe we could even ask someone in the photography class to help us out with that.” You immediately gave a sheepish smile to Hyunjin, who happened to be the president of that club. He sighed and nodded. “I’ll get on that when I see all of them on Monday.” You nodded and continued the meeting.

Soon, the meeting came to an end as a couple of decoration ideas and food ideas kids had in mind. “Good job today you guys, this will turn out fantastic!” You cheered as the kids had bright smiles on their faces. Everyone hurried out, probably finishing their multiple projects, essays, and homework since it was almost winter break.

You saw Hyunjin was still packing up his bags and as he walked out of the door, you caught up to him. “Hey, Hyunjin.” The boy didn’t even turn around. You held in your yell at him and just kept up with his pace. “So, thank you for being willing to ask the photography club for us, that means a lot.” You thanked him. You hated being on his bad side, especially since he was the vice president of leadership.

He stopped walking and turned to face you finally. “You know, you can be fake to everyone else but me y/n. I’m not that important nor do I care for your compliments.” The boy was impossible, you couldn’t even compliment him with him being rude.

“I’m not being fake, I very much appreciate what you are doing but I guess do whatever you want with my thanks.” You turned to walk the other way but you felt him stare at you.

Usually you would never turn back, but you were curious to what he wanted to say. “What?” You barked. He raised a brow and said nothing for a few moments.

“Nothing, I was just trying to wonder how you would look if you were actually happy with what you were doing.” You felt your blood boil at his comment. Of course you were happy with being in leadership, you were president and a member for 3 years!

“Well that’s rude especially since you’re only in this class for it to look good on your college apps.” You snapped back. Hyunjin was the only person in this entire school who could ruffle your feathers. The boy gasped fakely and put his hand over his chest. You felt your anger pick up.

“Wow, are you trying to say we’re more alike than I thought? You wound me, y/n.” You rolled your eyes. “I like being in leadership, Hyunjin, it’s not just for a college app or anything.” You felt your voice pick up but you tried to keep it steady.

Hyunjin knew the effect he was having on you but he simply just laughed. “Really? You mean you like smiling at people and never getting mad at them and never putting down ideas simply because they’re stupid and idiotic?” Hyunjin scoffed at you and took a few steps towards you. “You’re like a fucking machine, you have zero emotions.”

Your anger was overrun by sadness as he said those words. But also, that was the goal you were trying to achieve: if you didn’t show emotion, no one could knock you down a peg... right?

“I have plenty of emotions.” The words came out of your mouth, but even they seemed frail in your ears. The boy picked up on the small emotion, but if he noticed, he didn’t say anything.

He just shrugged his shoulders and turned towards the door. “Ok, y/n, then talk to me next time you show them.”

He left, leaving you in the hallway to think about your emotions and re-evaluate your life. You had plenty of emotions! Just because you didn’t want to show them, why did that mean they weren’t real? And why do people act as if happy isn’t an emotion?

You jumped into your car and let out a deep sigh. “Don’t let him into your head, you’re fine.” You cranked up the radio in your car and listened to the sad tunes of your spotify playlist, hoping that someday you would feel comfortable feeling vulnerable in front of others.

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Your heart still felt heavy as you opened the door to your house, revealing your dog who was happily waiting for you. You slammed the door shut and bent down to pet er. “Aww what a good girl.” You said in that higher tone reserved for pets and babies.

“Home already sweetie? The meeting end early today?” You nodded and set your jacket in the closet. Your mom was sitting next to the fireplace, reading a book as she normally did. “Yup, there wasn’t much to talk about besides the dance and most of us knew what the dance was supposed to look like anyways.”

“Hm, great! Hope it turns out nicely. I’m leaving to pick up Yeongue from his piano lessons soon so can you make sure to walk the dog.” You nodded and at your response, she went back to being lost in a world of words.

You somewhat envied your mom. She was a successful lawyer who seemed to work, work, and work. That was until she quit her job. She quit once she gave birth to your younger brother. She told you that she refused to not grow up with her kids and wanted to make things right with Yeongue. You tried not to think about how that meant you were raised wrong.

Although she had a point, you grew up being raised by nannies and neighbors who were willing to step in and help your mom. You rarely saw your mom as a kid, so it was somewhat of an experience to see her so often. Unfortunately, as you got into high school you had already made a life and didn’t stay at home. You always hated being at home. It made you feel empty and alone.

You’re like a fucking machine, you have like zero emotions.

You turned up the music in your earbuds and tried to ignore the outside world. There was nothing wrong with only showing people your good side.

There's nothing wrong with me.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door. You pulled off your earbuds quickly. “Yes?”

“Hey hon, it seems like it’s only us two tonight. Your brother is staying at a friends house tonight and staying til tomorrow afternoon.” You nodded and got ready to go downstairs for dinner.

It wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t the most pleasing experience.

You both never spoke that much to each other while eating dinner. You slurped up your noodles as your mom had made pho. You watched videos on your phone while she read her book.

“So, how was school?” You looked up at her and shrugged.

“The usual. The meeting went smoothly except for one kid who suggested a petting zoo in the middle of the dance but I fixed the problem.” Your mom let out a loud bark of laughter that made you flinch.

“Haha, sorry honey, it’s just that you said you fixed the problem. ‘Cause kids being dumb are not a serious problem besides their own.” You shrugged. “I guess so.” You had nothing else to say. You could tell your mom was constantly trying to establish a strong relationship with you, but you didn’t necessarily want one. You’ve had a business-like relationship with her your entire life and you liked it that way.

Do you really though? You shoved the annoying thought at the back at of your mind.

You finished dinner quickly and smiled at your mom. “Thanks for the food mom, it was really good.” Your mom smiled back at you. “I’m glad, I know pho is one of your favorites.”

You sauntered back up to your room, ready to finally leave the interaction with someone who was trying to get close to you.

And somehow, you never let anyone do that.

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“Here’s the last essay you guys will have before break. Thank me for not assigning it over break.” It took your entire being not to roll your eyes. It’s not like your other teachers didn’t assign an essay, test, or project already.

She plopped a paper on your desk and you skimmed through the requirements. It was a creative writing assignment. Your least favorite. You favored a structured essay that had a reason and rhyme to it, creative writing was basically anything a person thought to write a story out.

“I know it’s almost time for break, meaning your other teachers are probably on your backs as well so I wanted to make this assignment fun. Creative writing is what I specialize in, so I hope you all enjoy this assignment.”

“Wow, creative writing, how fun right?” You heard Hyunjin whisper in your ear from behind you. You had English with the boy... unfortunately.

You shrugged. “Not really into that stuff but never really seriously wrote a short story before.” You spoke somewhat honestly. You never wrote one because you had no ideas of what to write. You thought that every single trope and scenario of life has been written already, so what was the point?

Hyunjin scanned the requirements and shrugged. “I love writing a good story. Usually I’ll write one based off my photos.” You smiled at him.

“Oh wow, that’s really cool.” The boy raised a brow and leaned back in his chair. “You’re doing it again.” You tilted your head in confusion.

“What am I doing?” “Being fake.”

At those words, you just sighed and shook your head, not wanting to fight with the boy any longer. You wanted to be nice to him, and everyone really, but he just made it so hard.

“What do you do for fun?” You heard him ask. You hesitated turning around, but it would be rude if you didn’t.

“Um, why do you ask?” Hyunjin wriggled his eyebrows and shrugged. “I don’t know, because I’m curious.” You thought about the question, panning through all the things you did and remember loving.

Nothing came to mind immediately.

“Um, to be honest, I kind of like learning about new things.” The boy scoffed, revealing his minty gum in his mouth. “Wow.”

You didn’t bother to ask him about his reaction since you already gave him an answer. You thought he was done talking to you until you heard a light whisper.

“You’re more depressing than I thought you were.”

You didn’t bother to snap back at him this time; you had nothing to say.

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It was Tuesday, meaning there was another leadership meeting. There were two each week, on Tuesdays and Fridays.

The meeting was especially quick this time. “Hyunjin, did you talk to photography club about helping out during the dance?” You asked. The boy adjusted his hair and nodded. You noticed all the girls swooned at the move. Hyunjin was only mean to you, but to everyone else, he was kind and sweet. You’ve known him since middle school where he used to be shy and sensitive, but now he’s more confident, but sometimes you do see that middle school awkwardness.

“Yup, I have two people who are excited to take some pictures for us.” That popped a smile on your face. “Great! Also, is it agreed that we should get some props for the mini photoshoots?” Everyone nodded in agreement at your words. You clapped your hands together.

“Perfect.” You wrote down that you needed to buy some cute props into your phone. “K, this was great, you’re all free to go now.” The students, of course, ran out of the room as soon as the meeting was done.

Hyunjin was slower than usual packing up so you went to ask him about his photography club. “Hey Hyunjin, can I have your number so I can stay updated about the kids in the photography club? And if you have them, their contact info as well?” Hyunjin chuckled and crossed his arms.

“If you wanted my number so badly, you could’ve just asked for it.” You felt a small blush forming on your cheeks, but you frowned at the size of his ego.

“I-”

“I’m joking, y/n, take a joke for once. I know this is so you can control something else in your life like you love doing.” He held out his phone and plopped it in your hand. You gave it back to him after you were done. “Thanks.”

You walked away from him, thankful he didn’t say anything else to you.

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“Y/n! You’re home?” You heard your mom call out. You held in the sigh you had from hearing her voice. Sometimes it just irritated you, just normal teenager things you assumed.

“Yup.” You responded lamely. You saw her laying down on the couch, looking tired and haggard. You frowned and went over to touch her forehead.

“No, don’t touch me. I’m probably really contagious. I have a fever I think and it might be the flu.” You immediately jumped away from her and she chuckled. “It’s fine, but can you do me a favor?”

“Of course.”

“So, Yeongue is at his piano lessons right now, and he needs to be picked up at 5. Can you just pick him up for me? The address is written on the counter.” You walked over to the counter and picked up the note.

“Yeah, I’ll head over there now since it’s close to five already.” Your mom looked at the clock and saw how late it already was. “Oh wow... I should go to sleep now. Thanks for doing this.” You gave her a bright smile and nodded as she wobbled into her room. You stared at the address and sighed.

You got back into your car and zoomed over to the place. You had tons of work to do and you were not in the mood to play games.

You knocked on the door and a woman answered the door, probably Yeongue’s teacher. You gave her one of your bright smiles and introduced yourself.

“Hi, I’m y/n, Yeongue’s older sister.” She smiled at you and welcomed you in. “Of course, you’re as beautiful as your mother.” You let out a kind laugh and shook your head. “Thank you so much.”

The house wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t cramped either. And it wasn’t all too clean besides the piano room. “Sorry for the mess, I have 3 boys.” You stepped over the multiple lego pieces on the ground, praying to God that you wouldn’t feel that pain. “No worries, Yeongue is messy himself. I feel like I have to follow his every move so that he cleans up.” The teacher laughed and led you to where Yeongue was.

He was sitting on the couch with...

The boy’s eyes widened and you had to keep yours from widening. “Hyunjin, this is y/n, Yeongue’s older sister.” You laughed and pretended to play it cool.

“Oh yes, Hyunjin and I know each other from school actually. We are in leadership together.” You informed. Her eyes widened and she laughed as well, patting you on the back lightly. “Wow, isn’t that a small world.” You tried to be friendly with Hyunjin, but he wasn’t into it.

“Now, I have to take Yeongue back to the piano room for a few minutes, you two will be fine out here alone?” You nodded to her and she guided your brother to the room.

You two stood in silence.

“This is weird.” You rolled your eyes since he wasn’t looking at you. “Why is it weird?”

Hyunjin glared at you. “I don’t know, maybe because you, the girl who annoys me to no end, is standing in my living room laughing it up with my mom?” You picked at your chipping nail polish, reminding yourself to re-do them later.

“Your mom is sweet. And I’m sorry I annoy you, I’m not trying too.” You heard him let out a grumble.

“You see? This is what I’m talking about, this is what annoys me!” You were now confused. “Why? I barely said anything.”

Hyunjin ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. “Exactly! You’re supposed to be mad at me for calling you annoying.”

You raised a brow. “So you’re annoyed because I’m not mad?” Hyunjin took a deep breath and shook his head.

“Whatever, I stick to my words, you’re the dullest person to talk to.”

“Yes, like you’re the best at a conversation as well.” He paused at your words as you held in a smile.

“Did you just make a joke?” He questioned. You shrugged your shoulders. “Maybe.”

Hyunjin stood in his living room, examining your expression. “You’re weird, y/n.”

You wanted to comment back, but you saw him already walking away from you, leaving you to wait alone in the living room.

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“Crowning. The best part of the winter formal.” Usually there is only a homecoming and prom king and queen, but at your school, the winter formal is where you wanna be crowned. Everyone takes holiday season to the next level, and you weren’t going to make the people mad.

“What about it?” Hyunjin mumbled. You hummed and looked over your notes. “Well we need to buy new crowns for the king and queen, any suggestions on where to buy them or what they should look like?” No one raised their hands, but they did seem to be lost in thought.

“Is this because you are planning on winning winter formal queen, miss y/n?” Hyunjin said. This time, there was no bite in his bark but you did hear a teasing tone. You let out nervous laughter. “I don’t expect to win winter formal queen.” You simply replied. Hyunjin shook his head silently in laughter.

“He’s right, everyone knows you’re going to be crowned queen, the whole school already knows. You’ve done so much for this school.” One of the underclassmen said, which warmed your heart. You gave her a small smile as well as the others.

“Well, it doesn’t matter who the king and queen are, they’ll still be having crowns.”

“How about ones that resemble a snowflakes? Every year, they have the same, boring, silver tiaras, but for the winter formal, we should have something prettier than just a simple silver, right?” Hyunjin suggested along with the other students who became rowdy at the idea.

You smiled at the idea. “Perfect, a crown that embodies winter. You wanna buy them?” Hyunjin nodded at the idea. “Great, meeting is over then! The formal is next week, I hope you all have bought your tickets, leadership is required to attend and help with set up and take down, as usual.” You saw kids roll their eyes but you couldn’t change the rules.

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December 19.

It was a hard day for you to swallow each year, but you somehow got through it. Alone too.

The leaves of trees were trickling down, freezing in the street. You stood right under one, your feet buried in laughable amounts of snow. You bent down, and brushed off the snow that was covering the writing on the headstone.

“I miss you, dad.” You whispered softly to no one in particular. Your father had died five years ago, but the pain of his passing still sat heavy in your chest. He had died when your brother was just born and your mom never really talked about your dad after Yeongue was born. She was always focused on Yeongue. And only him.

Tears rarely dripped down your face when thinking about your dad as you had grown used to the feeling of emptiness. You bent down and sent down fresh flowers and laid them over his grave. The bright flowers looking beautiful and vibrant, tuning out the death of the cemetery for a few short moments.

You were lost in your thoughts until you heard your name being called. “Y/n?” You spun around quickly, surprised to hear your name.

Your eyes dimmed at who it was. “Um, hey Hyunjin.” He was wearing a puffy jacket, although he still looked effortlessly good. His hair was back in a beanie and his stunning face was open to stare at. There was no malice in his face, but rather sadness and shock.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I just was shocked to see you here, that’s all.” You were suspicious of his motives, knowing the boy was never up to any good when it came to you. He stood next to a grave in the same area as yours, making you feel slightly uncomfortable and awkward.

You hated when other people watching you mourn, it felt like they were studying to see when you would break. And you would not break; not in front of Hyunjin, not in front of your father.

“I’m sorry about your father, I’ve known you for a long time but I don’t think I’ve ever said that.” You could hear the sincerity in his voice. You gave him a tight smile. “Thanks, that means a lot.”

No it doesn’t, it doesn’t mean anything to you. A gentle whisper echoed throughout your mind filling you with unknown anger. You hated feeling insincere, but you never knew how to put passion into anything.

“I’m shocked, even when you’re mourning you’re not crying.” You felt anger bubble in your stomach at his words.

“Some people deal with grief in different ways. Plus it’s been five years, I’ve had lots of time to mourn.” Never enough, it’ll never be enough.

Hyunjin scoffed. “I’m visiting my brother, he died when I was 4, so I barely remember him. But whenever I think of him, I feel such emptiness.. sadness... and even guilt sometimes. Sometimes I feel like I could’ve save him, even though he was sick, it’s crazy I know. But still, I feel so much when I think about him without knowing him truly.”

You felt the judgement of his words which made you snap. “Wow, do you want a gold star for all of the feelings you just spilled?” The statement came out harsher than expected and his eyes widened at your words. You could feel the shock and surprise radiating off of him.

He shook his head, trying to brush off your clapback. “You know, your brother talks a lot about your mom and how much he likes her. Then he talks about his sister, he tells me he barely knows you and that you’re always nice and that you’re always smiling. He tells me that your mom plays with him the most and that you’re always out.” You stood in wonder, trying to understand what he was trying to get at.

“Your point? My brother is the youngest, he gets the most attention.” You could hear your voice getting snappier and snappier and you knew Hyunjin was testing you.

“My point? It’s okay to show emotion, it’s ok to let yourself be vulnerable.” He whispered softly. You felt no love in his words, it was just simple advice.

“Is that all you had to say to me?” You snapped. His eyes shook in surprise.

“I-I mean I guess. You should-”

“You know what? Why am I even letting you run my life? Do you just get off having me feel uncomfortable? If you know I hate being vulnerable so much, then why do you make me want to yell at you or cry or anything? What is your deal, Hyunjin?” You weren’t yelling yet, but it was the most stern you’ve ever been with him.

“I’m not trying to-”

“Well you are! You call me a fake bitch like every week and you constantly remind me of how empty I am, how dare you walk around like you know every body when you don’t even know me at all.” You closed your eyes and turned around, walking back to your car.

“Y/n! I’m sorry, please.” You paid no attention to him as you got in your car and drove away, feeling like you exposed too much of yourself to the boy who didn’t deserve your emotions.

You knew your mom was home and you did not want to go inside. You took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Y/n?” She called out. In an instant, you felt your walls come crashing down. You didn’t trust yourself to speak. “Y/n?” She called out again. You felt your eyes swell with tears, unable to control your emotions any longer. Everyone has a breaking point. You had reached yours.

“Mom?” You felt your voice break which caused her to get up from the couch and examine you. She saw the tears in your eyes that were threatening to spill. She said nothing as she pulled you into a strong embrace. “I miss dad.” You whispered into her ear.

She said nothing and patted your hair. You felt your tears spill onto her neatly combed hair. “I miss him too.” She whispered.

And for the first time ever, you felt at home in your own house.

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You didn’t talk to Hyunjin at all after your outburst. You were ashamed of it.

How could I have left myself become so stupid? This is exactly what he wanted.

Friday afternoon rolled around, meaning you had a meeting for leadership. You took a look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were bright, yet they had no purpose to their brightness. Your hair was neatly dyed from your last appointment and it made you look alive and vibrant. Your makeup was gently applied and your hair was up in a ponytail, as it usually was.

“Why? Why am I letting him get in my head?” You whispered to yourself. You couldn’t help but think about Hyunjin’s constant words and reminders. You weren’t a bad person. You were a really good person. But is that what life only is? Only to just be a good person? And could you ever really be a good person if you weren’t a person in the first place?

You stared at yourself longer and then snapped. You wiped off all your makeup and ripped your hair out of the ponytail, letting the messiness spill onto your shoulders. You took off your blouse and pulled on one of your hoodies you only wore at home. You looked at yourself once more and didn’t feel good.

So you left the house. It had been a while since you pushed your own boundaries.

You got so many stares. People were whispering around you, wondering what happened to you. You weren’t smiling very widely, and you simply just looked like a normal student, but you weren’t a normal student, you were y/n.

English was your first period and you plopped down in your seat in front of Hyunjin whose eyes never left your body.

“Um, are you ok?” He asked nervously. You whipped your head towards him, making him flinch. “Just peachy, how are you, Hyunjin?”

He gulped. “Fine, just fine.”

It was Friday, meaning there was another leadership meeting. You could tell everyone was looking at you with curiosity.

“So, meeting will be short today as the dance is today. Who is help setting up, to be honest, I don’t want to set up the entire dance since it’s my last one.” At your harsh words, you saw a large amount of hands fly up, probably confused at your behavior. “Good. Meeting adjourned, let’s hit the cafeteria.” The students rushed out, whispering about you to their friends.

“Um, y/n, I’m going to ask you one more time, are you ok?” Hyunjin asked. You spun around and glared at him. “Once again, I’m going to tell you that I’m just fine.”

You tried to walk towards the cafeteria but he stopped you.

“Ok wait, look, I’m really, really sorry y/n. I didn’t mean to be an insensitive jerk. Just.. I’m an asshole.” He waited patiently for your response as you raised a brow.

“You are an asshole.” You said with a smile. At that moment, it seemed like the bad blood between you guys had faltered. He smiled too and took a peak at your reaction. “Um, I am and I just realized that I was always wondering why you never really showed emotion besides being bright and happy and I realized that I sorta don’t want to see you sad or mad either. I’ve just been mean to you, trying to push your buttons, but obviously no one deserves that.”

“And I’m sorry for being such a dick to you.” You shrugged and put your hands in your pockets.

“Apology accepted I guess.” You replied lamely, stepping around him. “Less talking, more decorating.”

“Yes m’aam.”

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It took hours to decorate the cafeteria. And it left only an hour to go home and get dressed and ready for the dance.

You sighed as you were hurrying to curl your hair and do your makeup. It was your last winter formal, and everyone expected you to get Winter Formal Queen. And you admit, you had to be prepared for everything. Your mom had gifted you with a beautiful pale white dress with a blue hue of sparkles around it. It looked like you belonged in a winter wonderland.

You took a look at yourself in the mirror and felt content with your look.

You hurried down the stairs and saw your mom waiting with her camera. She had tears in her eyes. “You look beautiful.” She whispered. You smiled and posed for her on the staircase.

“Mom, I’m gonna be late.” She smiled and kissed the top of your head. “Sorry, go have a fun time and text me when you’re coming home.” You nodded and got into your car. You never cared for a date nor did you ever to go in a big group with your friends. You never had gotten that one group of friends, you just made friends with everyone.

But you were fine that way. For now at least.

You arrived at the school and saw that it was filled with people. Most dances, people didn’t bother to show until an hour into it, but the winter formal was important.

People greeted you as they saw you from afar and some even took pictures with you.

“Woah, y/n, you look like a queen tonight! I’m excited for you to get that crown!” One of your classmates said. You just smiled politely. “We’ll see!”

The entire inside looked like a winter wonderland and everyone inside looked stunning. You felt proud at your work and promised you would go easy on yourself this holiday season.

“Wow, you clean up nicely, y/n.” You spun around and saw Hyunjin staring at you. He was wearing gray slacks and a white button up top. He didn’t bother to wear a blazer but he had his earrings on and his hair was nicely styled.

“I’m always cleaned up.” You joked. He chuckled at your response. “You’re right, I guess I’m the one who cleaned up nicely.” You took one good look at him and realized that he could be wearing a potato sack and look good. But let him believe he was ugly when he was looking normal. Kept his ego at bay.

Soon the party kicked off and everyone was throwing their bodies around on the dance floor. You were dancing with all the senior girls who were letting themselves go as it was their last winter formal. Your hair was messy from the dancing and you spun around with your friends, letting the stress drain from your body. You looked up and saw the photoshoot doing well, thankful Hyunjin pulled through.

“ALRIGHT, how is everyone feeling out there?!” The DJ yelled. The crowd of kids screamed back and the DJ chuckled loudly into the mic. “Awesome, awesome, now, it’s finally the moment you’ve ALL been waiting for!” The crowd “ooed and awed” at the announcement.

“The crowning of the king and queen! Let’s see who won the poll!” A teacher came on stage and took the mic from the DJ and looked into the crowd.

“I would love to announce the king and queen of the 2018 winter formal.” You felt your heart beating fast, even though you didn’t expect the crown.

“The 2018 Winter Formal Queen goes to.... y/n!” The crowd erupted into cheers and you felt yourself being pushed onto the stage by your large group of friends. You felt the crown settle on your head and you felt powerful, stunning, and beautiful. Hyunjin really did a nice job of picking out the crown.

“Now, your 2018 Winter Formal King is... Hwang Hyunjin!” The crowed cheered and you saw Hyunjin being pushed onto the stage by his rowdy group of friends. Everyone expected that, he was the most popular guy in your grade... and the best looking.

He stood on stage next to you, looking dapper but also sweaty. He had a crown placed on his head, not nearly as nice as yours. He probably knew he would win the king and didn’t want to draw attention to himself.

“Now, the annual king and queen dance!” Slow music started to play and you suddenly felt super nervous. It was a known thing that Hyunjin was an amazing dancer... and you? You had two left feet.

“You ready?” He whispered softly. You nodded and wrapped your hands around his neck and his hands carefully slid around your waist. You heard some whistles and hollering, but you ignored it. He smiled widely at you, and you felt yourself smiling back. “You look really pretty when you smile.” He whispered in your ear. You chuckled at his statement. “I’m always smiling, Hyunjin, I thought that’s what makes me fake.” You teased.

He rolled his eyes. “There are tons of smiles and this one was real. I’m glad because I’m happy as well.” You felt his grip get tighter as the song picked up.

“Why are you happy?”

“Because I made the Ice Queen smile.” You let out a bark of laughter at the nickname. “Wow, did you make that up yourself?” He nodded innocently.

“No more fake bitch?” He shook his head hurriedly. “Nope, I hate that nickname, I don’t know why I ever found it ok to be a dick to you.” You nodded and let yourself melt into his arms.

“Why Ice Queen?” You whispered softly. He chuckled softly and looked thoughtfully into your eyes. “Because! You barely show emotion and if you haven’t noticed, you just won Winter Formal Queen.” You let out even more chuckles at the stupid description.

“What? You don’t like it?” You shrugged. “I guess I like it.” You both said nothing for a while as the DJ called everyone onto the dance floor.

“I was wrong about you, y/n.” You stared at him so he would continue. “I was too busy judging you for what you did wrong and I never really judged myself. I also hide my feelings and my emotions but hide it with anger.” You sighed into his shoulder.

“No, I mean, you were wrong for being mean to me, but also I do hide my emotions and push people away. I’m now trying to let myself be vulnerable.. so thanks I guess.” He smiled and held you closer.

“No problem, Ice Queen. And if you ever need a friend, I’m here for you.”

You patted his back softly. “I’m here for you too.”

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Adrienette Drabble Eighteen: Meeting

“Phalanges…metatarsals…the one that’s the same as the ancient writing system….” Elise O’Leary bit her lip but then stopped when she realized it was messing up her lipstick.

Makeup would be furious if she got sent back to them…again.

It hit her: “Cuneiforms. Then…cube something…. Cuboid…calcaneus…talus…and one more.”

“—ise. Elise?”

Elise whipped around to see Marinette looking absolutely frazzled. “Sorry. I was trying to remember something. What did you say?”

“I said that Victoire is having a little trouble with her shoot. It will be at least twenty minutes before we’re ready for you, if you want to go sit down. I’ll come get you when it’s time,” Marinette informed, checking her notepad and beginning to chew on the inside of her cheek.

“Okay. Thanks for letting me know.”

Marinette nodded and started on her way out of the dressing tent.

“Hey,” Elise called after her.

Marinette nearly tripped as she stopped and looked up. “Hm?”

“Are you okay, Sweetie?” Elise tentatively inquired. “You don’t look so great.”

Marinette put on a weary smile, trying to fake it. “I think Monsieur Agreste is trying to assassinate me,” she chuckled. “He expects a lot out of his interns…and I haven’t been getting a lot of sleep lately. I had a fight with a friend that’s really weighing on me, so…” She shrugged, pretending it was no big deal.

Elise nodded. “Not…what was her name? …Alya?”

Marinette shook her head. “Another friend…. I hurt them pretty bad, so…”

“…I’m sorry,” Elise mumbled, not knowing what else to say.

Marinette attempted another brave smile. “I have to go, but thanks for asking, Elise.” She waved as she turned and strode out of the tent with purpose.

Elise sighed and pulled off her shoe to look down at her foot where she had labeled the bones to help her study for her test on Tuesday. “Navicular,” she read. “Navicular. That was it. That was the one I missed.”

She looked to the side at her reflection in the mirror and blew out a frustrated puff of air. Did she really need to be able to name all of the bones in the foot to be a good pediatrician? Probably not, but she did need to be able to pass her test to maintain her grades and keep her scholarship.

With another sigh and a toss of her long, auburn hair, Elise made her way outside with the intention of watching Victoire’s portion of the shoot.

Plans changed, however, when she spotted a familiar blonde boy some ways away on the periphery of the park, leaning against the trunk of one of the trees in the corner by the playground, surreptitiously watching the photoshoot from afar.

Elise bit her lip, momentarily weighing the pros and cons before deciding on “screw it”.

Adrien didn’t even seem to notice her approach, he was so absorbed in the action. An obvious look of longing was plastered on his face. Coupled with his intermittent sighs, it was easy for Elise to diagnose lovesickness…and that was interesting.

Before they had started dating, Adrien told her that he was already in love with someone else whom he was trying to get over, and when he’d broken up with Elise, he’d admitted that he was still so far gone on the other girl that he wasn’t able to be in a relationship with her. Now, either Adrien had gotten over the one girl and fallen hard for another in the month since he and Elise had broken up, or the girl Adrien was stuck on was present at the photoshoot.

That was very interesting.

Elise looked back at the shoot, taking in Victoire trying to look fresh and full of vitality when she was so obviously hung over. Victoire was twenty-six and probably not the object of Adrien’s affections.

Eponine, a cute blonde of nineteen, was leaning against the fence encircling the park with twenty-year-old Coralie who was twirling a long strand of her brunette wig round and round her finger. Both girls were nice enough. Coralie was a bit of an airhead that Elise couldn’t really see Adrien interested in, and Eponine mostly concerned herself with yoga, manicures, and jocks. While by no means dumb, Eponine was a little too shallow for Adrien.

That left Simone with her dirty blonde hair and her big brown eyes. She was witty and well-read. A little quiet but nice once you got her talking. She could possibly be Adrien’s type.

Elise looked back and forth between Adrien and Simone.

Yes. It definitely seemed that Adrien was gazing wistfully in the direction of where Simone was having her outfit straightened and fussed over by a very harried looking Marinette.

…Marinette.

Marinette whom Adrien talked about constantly. Marinette whom Adrien always spent his time with. Marinette, Adrien’s very best friend.

“Oh,” Elise gasped as many things that had occurred during the month and a half she had dated Adrien took on new significance. All the times he already had plans “with a friend”…who suddenly wasn’t Nino. All of the times she’d caught him smiling at his phone over an incoming text…

It stung a bit, but knowing that it had been Marinette that Elise had lost out to made it more bearable. Marinette had gone out of her way to befriend Elise after she and Adrien started dating, and Marinette had always been there to talk and explain whenever Adrien did something frustrating or weird. Marinette had been a sort of “users’ manual”. Marinette had been unfailingly kind and supportive.

Marinette hadn’t known about Adrien’s feelings for her.

Maybe Marinette still didn’t know.

“Adrien?” Elise called.

Adrien jumped, head whipping around. His facial features did somersaults from surprise to terror to absolute panic as he registered her identity.

“E-Elise?!” he squeaked and then quickly cleared his throat to correct his pitch. “What are you doing here?”

The fear and mortification on his face were without price. Absolutely adorable.

“Working,” Elise chortled. “Some of us have to pay our own way through medical school, Candy Floss,” she teased, laughing harder as his face went crimson.

“S-Sorry,” Adrien choked.

“No worries,” she assured, coming to stand next to him.

He tensed.

She laughed. “Take it easy. I’m not going to bite you.”

Adrien did not lower his guard. “Sorry. It’s just…the last time I saw you…”

He had been breaking up with her.

“I just kind of expected you to hold a grudge or something. Not that I think you’re the type of person to hold a grudge,” he quickly backpedaled, waving his arms frantically, panic in his eyes. “I mean, I know what an awesome person you are, but—”

“—Adrien,” Elise did him the kindness of cutting him off. “Relax. We’re good.”

Still he squirmed. “…Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she stressed. “It’s been a month. I’ve moved on.”

“…Oh.” Adrien re-crossed his arms, looking back out at the photoshoot. “Good. That’s good. I…It kind of slipped my mind that other people do that. Move on…. I just thought you’d hate me because I was so horrible to you.”

Elise shrugged, flipping her waist-length red hair over her shoulder. “You weren’t that bad.”

Adrien shot her an incredulous look. “I was emotionally cheating on you for the entire duration of our relationship.”

Elise shrugged again. “And yet, you are not the worst boyfriend I’ve ever had. I’ve had guys physically cheat on me, and they didn’t feel bad about it. I’ve dated emotionally abusive guys before. I’ve dated guys who were only with me because they wanted to sleep with me. In the grand scheme of things, you being a total flake and always cancelling or forgetting about plans was annoying and at times hurtful, but… You told me you were in love with someone else that you were trying to get over. I thought you’d gradually fall for me and things would work out, but…”

Adrien looked away. “Sorry.”

Elise shook her head slowly. “I liked when you brought me flowers. I liked that you actually listened when I talked to you and seemed like you cared about what I had to say. I liked that you felt bad about lying to me. I liked that you brought me candy when you felt bad about lying to me. Adrien, I kind of knew that things weren’t working after three weeks of dating you. It was stupid of me to hold out hoping you’d change.”

“I’m still sorry I dragged you into my quarter-life crisis,” Adrien sighed.

“Don’t be,” she chuckled, cheerily informing, “Dating you increased my public visibility and made marketing myself easier. I’ve gotten a lot more job offers since I started dating you.”

Adrien gave an ironic snort at that, a tentative smile starting to peek through his apprehension. “Well, at least things worked out for one of us.”

The mirth slowly drained out of Elise as she frowned in concern. “Things not going well for you, Candy Floss?”

Adrien shook his head. “I’m kind of scraping the bottom of the barrel.” He glanced back to where Marinette was straightening Coralie’s wig.

Elise looked too, pursing her lips. “Things aren’t going well with Marinette?”

Adrien jumped, terror coming back onto his face. “W-What?”

“She’s the girl you’re in love with, isn’t she?” Elise smiled hesitantly.

Adrien stared abashedly, his mouth hanging open. “How…?”

“Deductive reasoning,” Elise confessed. “I saw you watching the shoot and looking like a lovesick puppy, so I figured you had either magically managed to fall in love with someone else or that the girl you were in love with was one of the models or staff. It made sense that it was Marinette.”

“Yeah,” Adrien sighed miserably. “It makes so much sense that it’s Marinette.”

“You should tell her how you feel,” Elise urged, giving Adrien’s arm a playful nudge. “You two are such close friends, I bet it would be an easy transition to dating.”

Adrien paled. “Elise—”

“—No, seriously,” she insisted. “Marinette adores you. We used to talk about you all the time when you and I were dating, and she always stood up for you and really seemed to understand you. She already loves you; I bet she could fall in love with you if given a little push. Come on. I’ll totally be your wingman.”

“Elise,” Adrien groaned softly. “Thank you. I appreciate it, but things are really, really complicated with Marinette right now.”

Elise rolled her eyes. “Fine. If you want to languish in love with her when you two could be happy, that’s none of my business, Candy Floss. Go ahead and wait until you’re ready, but, in the meantime…” She grabbed his wrist and started pulling him closer to the shoot. “at least come say hi.”

“W-What?” Adrien tripped forward after Elise. “N-No! No, no, no. Elise!”

She’d gotten him several meters before he regained his balance enough to dig his heels in.

“You don’t understand. I can’t—”

“—Hey, M&M!” Elise shouted, waving.

Marinette looked up and froze, alarm and guilt seizing her as she caught sight of Adrien.

Plagg pinched Adrien in an attempt to remind his chosen to breathe, and the only thing that kept Adrien on his feet was the intense need to look dignified in front of Marinette.

Elise missed the cues completely and called out again. “Marinette, come over here a second. Look who came to say hi!”

Marinette briefly debated telling Elise she was too busy to talk, but the anxious look on Adrien’s face gave her pause. If Marinette made excuses, it might seem dismissive and make Adrien feel rejected. As much as Marinette really couldn’t handle Adrien right at that moment, she also couldn’t hurt him by walking away. She didn’t want to hurt him again. She’d already done enough.

Tucking a stray bang back behind her ear, Marinette resolutely made her way over to Adrien and Elise. “H-Hello,” she greeted shyly.

“H-Hi,” Adrien managed in a very small, fragile voice. He cleared his throat. “Hi, Marinette.”

Elise frowned.

Marinette bit her lip and glanced off to the side. “So…what brings you here, Adrien?” She had meant it to sound friendly and polite, as if she were interested in learning what he was up to, but it came out a little tense because of her nerves, and it ended up sounding accusatory.

“I am so sorry,” Adrien whispered contritely, rushing to get the words out. “I didn’t mean—I was never going to talk to you. You weren’t supposed to know I was here. I didn’t mean to interrupt your work, and I’m really sorry about this. I know you told me not to text or call or talk to you, and I swear I wasn’t going to. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I just—”

“—Marinette, Adrien, I am so sorry,” Elise interrupted, and both parties turned to gawk at her in confusion.

“Marinette, I’m the one who invited Adrien,” Elise explained, trying to undo the damage she had unknowingly caused.

A nonplussed frown slowly formed on Marinette’s face. “You did?”

“Yes,” Elise insisted. “We were going to get coffee together, so I asked him to meet me here so we could go after the shoot.”

Marinette balked at this. “What?! Are…Are you two…getting back together or something?”

Elise laughed heartily. “No. Absolutely not. We just ran into each other and decided we wanted to try to reconnect as friends. So…coffee.” Elise shrugged by way of explanation. “But I told him the wrong time on purpose so that he’d show up during the shoot and see me all dolled up. You know. Just a little harmless revenge. Show him what he’s missing out on.”

Marinette nodded, slowly processing Elise’s words. “Oh. Okay. That makes sense.”

“I’m so sorry, M&M.” Elise reached out and clasped the hand in which Marinette was not currently gripping her notepad. “I had no idea that this was going to be a problem. I never would have done something like this if I had known.”

“No, Elise,” Marinette assured, giving the older girl’s hand a squeeze. “It’s okay. It’s no one’s fault.” Marinette tentatively turned to Adrien who sucked in a sharp breath. “Adrien, I’m really glad that you’re making plans with friends.” She hesitated, wondering if it would help or hurt before she added, “I’ve been really worried.”

Adrien blushed, nervously fingering the bruise hidden under his scarf. “Thanks. Um…speaking of making plans with friends…” He knew the answer was no even before he asked, but… “It’s Saturday. I know we skipped last week for obvious reasons, but…would you want to get Chinese and watch anime tonight, or…?”

Marinette winced, and Adrien regretted saying anything. She looked down at her shoes as she kicked at the dirt. She shook her head sadly.

“Th-That’s okay,” he rushed to assure, spiting out the lie as fast as he could. “I mean, I figured, but…maybe…maybe next week?” he inquired hopefully.

Two weeks was enough “space”, right?

Marinette grimaced. “Adrien…probably not next week.”

“O-Oh.” Adrien’s throat felt dry. “That’s…Okay. Yeah. That’s…”

Adrien had expected this to blow over much, much sooner.

“…fine. I mean, let me know if you change your mind. I’m…” His tongue was sticking to the roof of his mouth. “I’m always an option,” he whispered with a paste-on smile.

Marinette closed her eyes and took a measured breath. It looked as if his words had physically pierced one of her lungs.

“But if you don’t change your mind, I’ll still be free the Saturday after that, so…” he tried.

Marinette slowly shook her head, prying her damp eyes open to meet his. “Adrien? I’m sorry, but I can’t do this. Right now, I can’t tell you how long it’s going to take for things to go back to the way they were before. When I know, you’ll be the first person I tell, but…until then, I really need some space, okay?”

“You think this is going to take longer than three weeks?” Adrien squeaked in dismay.

Marinette shook her head more vehemently. “Adrien, I don’t know. I don’t know how long it’s going to take to sort out my thoughts and feelings. I’m sorry.”

Adrien wilted, whispering, “So am I.”

He never should have told her the truth. He should have kept his identity to himself.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Marinette whimpered.

It was the same thing Ladybug told Chat Noir every time before she said something she knew was going to hurt him.

“Noted,” Adrien mumbled. “So…I guess I’ll…not call you…and keep not texting you and not talking to you.”

“Please,” Marinette entreated. “…And keep making plans with your other friends instead.”

Adrien made a half-hearted noise of agreement directed down at their feet.

Marinette cleared her throat. “I have to go.”

Adrien’s gaze snapped up. The words “please stay” were on the tip of his tongue because even though she was telling him things he didn’t want to hear, at least she was talking to him…and she wouldn’t be talking to him again for upwards of two more weeks once she walked away.

She put on a brave, tired smile.

Now that he really looked at her, he realized that Marinette looked exhausted, that deep, bone-weariness that Adrien had been feeling lately.

They were in the same boat. She found this draining too. She didn’t really want to do this either.

He returned her smile with a melancholy yet hopeful one of his own. “Okay. Thanks for taking the time out to say hi.”

“Sure.” She shrugged. “It’s not a big deal. It was good to see you. It’s just your father is a bit of a slave driver, so I can’t chat for too long.”

“He’s really impressed by you,” Adrien hurriedly informed, stealing just a few more seconds with her. “He admires your work, and he wants to keep seeing you grow and succeed.”

Marinette stared at him speechlessly, and it was several beats before she found her voice. “Did he say that?”

Adrien shrugged. “More or less.”

A genuine smile finally broke through Marinette’s guilt and weariness. “Wow. Thank you.”

“You earned it,” he assured fondly, wishing they had more time. He’d sit with her and tell her about all the ways in which she was talented and worthy of praise and attention.

Adrien threw in one of his patented winks and did an internal victory dance as he watched her blush.

She still had feelings for him. Maybe he hadn’t ruined everything.

Marinette smiled bashfully, holding his gaze for a few electrically charged seconds before turning to Elise. “Seven minutes, okay?”

Elise nodded awkwardly.

“Have fun getting coffee.” Marinette gave a little finger wave as she turned to go.

Adrien waved back even though Marinette couldn’t see.

“Sorry for all the drama,” Adrien sighed to Elise as he watched Marinette walk away, unable to take his eyes off of her.

“Adrien, I am so sorry that happened,” Elise returned, feeling awful for what she’d unwittingly dragged him through.

Adrien shrugged. “It’s my fault for being somewhere I’m not supposed to be…. Thanks for covering for me being a creepy stalker, by the way. I swear I just…I wanted to see her. I haven’t seen her in forever. She’s avoiding me at school, and I’m not allowed to call or text or email or anything, so…I just wanted to see her and make sure she’s doing okay.”

He looked up tentatively. “Does it seem like she’s doing okay?”

Elise bit her lip but then caught herself and stopped before she could mess up her lipstick. “No. I just asked her today, since she’s looked a little run down this past week, and it sounds like she’s pretty torn up over…whatever happened with you.”

Adrien frowned. Part of him was glad he wasn’t the only one suffering, but a bigger part deeply regretted that he had brought this upon his Lady. He knew how wrecked he was feeling, and he didn’t want to drag her down with him.

“I told her I loved her. Like, three weeks ago. I kissed her and then I ran off and I avoided her for a week and a half because I didn’t have the spine to face her. Last week she cornered me, and we finally talked about it…and things blew up,” Adrien explained. “She has feelings for me too, but…apparently, I’m not emotionally stable enough to date, and there was this other guy she was interested in, but I kind of ruined her chances with him, so I think she’s disappointed in me, and…like I said, it’s really, really complicated.”

“Oh, Candy Floss,” Elise whispered. “I’m sorry.”

Adrien shook his head. “Thanks, but I’ve done it all to myself. I haven’t really been thinking the past four months, and that’s gotten me into all this trouble…. I appreciate the sympathy, though.”

“…Adrien, would you actually want to go get coffee after this?” Elise tentatively proposed. “Marinette has to see us leave together so that the story appears to check out, but what’s to stop us from actually getting coffee? Unless you’re busy.”

“I…” Adrien considered the offer for a moment. “I don’t actually have anything to do. My father has cut my workload to practically nothing, and my friend group is a little compromised because of the Marinette situation, so…I could actually really use a friend, if you’re willing to hang out with a walking dumpster fire.”

“I’d be happy to spend time with you, Adrien,” Elise chuckled, giving Adrien a playful nudge.

#Adrienette #Miraculous Ladybug #Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction #Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Adrien Agreste #Adrien Agreste #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Mikau's Writings #There's a Daisy

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antmfunny · 7 years ago

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4. Activating the Activist

We’ve learned next to nothing about Kyla up to this point, but the one thing we most definitely do know is that she’s an activist, and the show finds a way to mention that fact in just about every scene she’s featured in. I’d rather hear more about the issues Kyla is passionate about than simply “I’m an activist” a million times.

I suppose technically, the show also portrays her as a cake. Looking for a breakout moment, Law Roach says, “I’m still waiting on Kyla to bake that cake.” And on the subject of Kyla’s raw potential, Drew Elliott says, “You have all the bakings, now you just need to turn the gas up.” I don’t know if all the baking metaphors are just because they assume an activist must smoke a lot of weed, but it’s a little silly.

Like cake, activists are rad, so you’re not going to hear any jokes about that part from me, but I do think the show is pigeonholing a girl who we’ve also seen bursts of humor from into this strictly activist role because it seems very “of the moment” or whatever. As if the producers were like, “Let’s get a Trump girl and a Black Lives Matter girl for the house and have them duke it out. Oh and we can put them in the bottom two together at some point for a good vs evil storyline.”

For the most part, though, Kyla and Liberty’s debates seem civil.

For the most part, I said.

Drew must really be attached to Kyla’s activist label because he mentions it nearly as much as she does. When she does her runway walk unsatisfactorily, he complains that he’s still waiting for her “full activist” to come out. (If you can walk a picket line, you can walk a runway!) Then at the photoshoot, he sighs that “she’s not bringing the activism.” I don’t really see how activism would have helped in that particular shoot about royalty, unless she were planning to behead the queen French Revolution style, overthrow the monarchy and free the proletariat.

The one shoot I can think of where activism would be useful was that the first one in Cycle 8 where Tyra had the models take different sides of certain politically charged issues. It’s one of the best moments on the show ever, mainly because Kathleen just DOES NOT GET what it means to be anti-fur or have an opinion in general.

Admittedly, pride week does seem like a good time for her to put her social consciousness on display. She talks about the privilege in being straight and cis, having been in the gay-straight alliance in high school, and having learned how to do makeup from drag queens. (If you’ve ever wondered why she wears so much makeup, that’s probably why.) She’s really excited to represent for the LGBTQ community, too!

“LGBT/Holla holla holla/Hero” as my favorite poet once said.

Then the show throws her a curveball and has her put on a glittery Caitlyn Jenner jacket.

Wait, Kyla does remember that Ms. Jenner is... is...

Yeah, that. There are definitely better transgender figures to support than that rich jackass who peed in a Trump Tower restroom to prove how accepting the now-president supposedly is.

To be fair to Kyla, I’m sure she didn’t personally pick out the jacket. But then, I’m not sure how a person as feminist as she is can tolerate being on a show, that for all of its body positivity, is still pretty regressive when it comes to gender. I’m willing to give Kyla the benefit of the doubt that she sees this show as a platform for amplifying her voice on issues that matter to her. But child… the most “activist” thing Tyra’s done on this whole damn show is to call for equal pay… for MEN. Think about that!

Per usual, Kyla’s face is stunning in her photo, but it doesn’t appear as though she’s putting in a lot of effort for that extra model oomph. Kyla explains it’s because she’s a “chill person,” and Drew correctly points out that work is not the time to “chill.” I can’t imagine Kyla’s that chill while practicing her activism. Maybe she needs to pretend she’s at a protest.

WHAT DO WE WANT? BETTER PHOTOS! WHEN DO WE WANT IT? NOW!

Law Roach seems more preoccupied with her photo’s lack of a neck. “You lost your pretty part,” he whines. Henceforth I will only be referring to people’s necks as their pretty parts.

As for Kyla being a No-Pretty-Part-Monster, I don’t think it’s that her neck isn’t extended in the shot, it’s that she’s wearing a huge neckpiece that’s covering it up.

Kyla lands in the bottom two against her (sort of) Trump-loving (sort of) nemesis, but Kyla chains herself to a tree so she can’t be sent home. Kyla cries upon receiving a second chance, and Tyra revels in it because she loves reducing a girl to tears, since it’s beautiful or whatever nonsense she normally spews. Tyra claims it’s the first time that she feels that Kyla actually cares. Uh, she’s an activist, Tyra, of course she cares about things. If those things happen to be more important than this dumb modeling show, more power to her.

Cosigned.

5 Funniest Moments of America’s Next Top Model Cycle 24 Ep. 6

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bunnyandbirb · 7 years ago

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Birb’s B-Movies #1 : Birdemic: Shock and Terror

IMDB : 1.8 / Rotten Tomatoes : 19%

Birdemic: Shock and Terror is a 2010 ““““romantic thriller”””” film written, directed, and produced by the same guy (which we all know is the hallmark of a good movie.) Unlike those masterpieces however, Birdemic doesn’t feature the writer/producer/director James Nguyen as its lead actor... though I’m not entirely sure that it would’ve impacted the quality of the movie much either way.

I stumbled upon Birdemic a few years back and instantly knew that it would be one of my favorite movies of all time. It features all the characteristics of a *quality* film: comically bad acting, dialogue so stilted it’s hard to believe it was written by a real person, truly “special” effects - all compiled by what I can only imagine were two monkeys at an editing desk. It’s almost impossible to understand this movie without just sitting down and watching it, so I encourage you wholeheartedly to witness it yourself.

As the movie starts we’re introduced to our lead, Rod, who is clearly an alien still getting used to his new human body. The movie provides plenty of exposition into his life right off the bat, with five minutes of mundane traffic shots intermingled with equally dull shots of Rod driving. The same 20-second music clip is played on loop for the duration of this entire sequence, sometimes with a few second pauses in between each repetition.

When he finally decides to get out of the damn car, Rod has a horribly audio-balanced interaction in a diner, where he creeps on some girl that he remembers from high school. The girl, Nathalie, is a model who has photoshoots exclusively at one-hour photo studios in strip malls. She diligently cuts her sandwich into pieces and leaves the diner without eating any of it. I originally assumed that Rod runs after her to ask what her problem is, but alas. Instead the two have a painfully awkward conversation and split ways after exchanging business cards (score!) Apparently, director Nguyen had told Nathalie’s actress not to socialize with Rod’s actor outside of filming. This is either because he wanted to keep Rod’s extraterrestrial identity a secret, or he wanted to ensure that the two main characters would have no chemistry whatsoever. He succeeded at one of those, at least.

Rod spends his time watching news broadcasts on global warming, driving through more traffic, and wearing long sleeves under a t-shirt to play basketball. Not only is he terrible at pretending to be human, Rod is also one of the worst salespeople I’ve ever seen.

But hey. Despite barely being able to string together a coherent sentence, Rod somehow manages to whip million dollar deals out of his ass without even breaking out of his monotone. So maybe I’m the dumb one.

The next 50 minutes of the movie pass by like this:

Some guy comes by to install solar panels.

Our favorite couple find a jpeg of a dead bird on the beach.

Nathalie’s mom forgets her lines but they keep the take anyway.

This scene happens.

Rod calls Nathalie his “Hot Ferrari.”

There is a performance of the most memorable song of this century.

Rod and Nathalie go on three (count it, 3!!) awkward dates.

One of these is a double date where they go to watch An Inconvenient Truth.

Another is a mostly silent outing to a pumpkin festival, where Rod looks like he is desperately trying to understand the world around him.

Finally, Nathalie and Rod end up in bed together. There are several agonizingly slow pan shots of seemingly random stock footage of landscapes before we are rewarded with this:

Yes. Those are birds dive-bombing a town, complete with plane sounds.

Rod and Nathalie wake up, and it is revealed that Rod likes to have sex with his pants and belt still on. (This is probably the biggest plot twist in the movie.) They look out the window and see an animated gif of a bird hovering right in front of the glass. After realizing that their phones all don’t work, they push the mattress against the window (which is supposed to help… how?) The birds eventually all leave for no reason and they meet another couple, Ramsey and Becky, that was staying in the room next to them.

The four of them run to Ramsey’s car in preparation for another bird attack, all wielding the most efficient weapon possible: clothes hangers. This swiftly leads up to the greatest fight sequence of all time.

They drive out of town, saving two zombies disguised as children on the way. Ramsey, an ex-marine, drops this line of wisdom: “I'm just tired of all the fucking killing in Iraq. Why can't we just give peace a chance?” before picking from his arsenal of assault rifles and opening fire on any birds in sight.

In between towns, they meet a scientist named Dr. Jones (who Rod eloquently points out by saying, “Hey, look! There’s an old guy on the bridge!”). Dr. Jones lectures to the group for what seems like forever, explaining the dangers of global warming and loosely using that as a reason for the sudden bird attacks. And no, it doesn’t make any sense.

Becky gets instakilled by a bird while innocently taking a shit in a field. The poor girl hardly even got to say any lines. Ramsey and Nathalie try their best to cry. Rod doesn’t even make an attempt.

As the rest of the group run away, they pass by a bus full of people who are being held hostage by birds.

Ramsey has apparently lost his will to live, and goes on a suicide mission to save the passengers. Of course this goes badly (how could it not?). Ramsey and the extras are all sprayed by some kind of bird acid, which looks suspiciously like orange juice with pulp. Pulp is pretty disgusting, so they all scream in prolonged agony and die on the spot.

Rod, Nathalie and the zombie children drive to a convenience store where Rod tries to buy gas from the very authentic Middle-Eastern owner. In fact, I have suspicions that the owner was not actually an actor at all, and Nguyen just asked him to say some lines for the movie. The guy looks like he does not give a single shit about what’s happening. It was also confirmed by the actors that the crew often just showed up to places to film without permits, so there’s that.

In any case, the makeshift family drives along until they get held up by a random cowboy who wants their newly-purchased gas.

He obviously dies via convenient bird, and Rod leaves the scene without even taking the gas with them.

At this point, Nguyen decides that he hasn’t shoved the moral of this movie in our faces enough. As our main characters enter a wooded area, we encounter Tom Hill, a “tree hugger.” Tom gives yet another hamfisted spiel about protecting the environment, only to end the conversation with “I hear a mountain lion! I gotta get back to my house and you better get to your car!”

A forest fire arbitrarily starts as they’re running back to the car, and they make their way to the final location of the movie: the beach.

Rod and Nathalie’s friends, the couple they went on a double date with earlier, are found dead in a car because why not. Rod catches a fish and Nathalie proves how useless she is by bringing back a tub of seaweed. The “kids” refuse to eat either of these things, presumably because they only consume human flesh. They all lock themselves in the car again as the birds attack one last time.

Then the birds leave. Why? Who knows.

We don’t get an explanation, but we do get this scene that doesn’t change until the end of the credits. As you can tell by the wing flaps-per-second, the group of birds on the right are in much better shape than the ones on the left.

Birdemic is a perfect example of a movie that has gone so far into the ‘wrong’ that it loops back into the ‘right.’ I already watch it at least once a month and if anything, it has completely changed my perspective on clothes hangers. The fact that a movie like this was made to be genuinely good gives it that b-movie charm that can’t be knowingly emulated.

Favorite line from the movie: “It's the human species that needs to quit playing cowboy with nature. We must act more like astronauts, spacemen taking care of Spaceship Earth.” - Dr. Jones

Thanks for reading this excessively long overview... OTL

~Stay tuned for more nonsense~

- birb

Extra:

#monday #birb #birdemic #thisisbunnyinthetags #there is a picture of me and birb photoshopped with the birds in #you will never see that photo #true art #moviemonday #bunnyandbirb #james nguyen #long post #text post #first real post #ramblings #blog #b movie #bmovieappreciation

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ashley-incharge · 4 years ago

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Being Real? | Ashroo

Ashley and Roo discuss plans for the future... [Dated: May 27th]

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ASHLEY:

Ashley did not want to see Roo again. Not after the last conversation they'd had. She had learned to process through it to some degree (she was having a boy, she knew she was having a boy), but it was still new. She had actually bought herself parenting books, books on baby boys and what they might need. Ashley was scared. She didn't want Roo to be right about her.

She made her way over to the park where they'd been meeting for these pictures, a hand resting protectively over her ever growing belly. It was starting to be at a point where she couldn't help but trace over the shape of it. It was a strange wonder, even when she felt like she was completely out of her element. As she wandered into the park, she caught sight of Roo, forcing herself to take a deep breath before she called out. "Hope you're ready to get a good shot of this."

Roo:

Look, Roo was not a fan of being around Ashley any more than absolutely necessary, but the truth was—he felt bad about their last conversation. Sort of. Kind of. Like, not for pointing out that it sounded like she was applying her crappy anti-boy narrative to their kid. He couldn't just sit back and let her go on like that, not if it was an attitude that could carry on into the baby's life.

Anyways, the point was, he felt bad for yelling at her. So when she'd texted him about the weekly photoshoot, he agreed to meet. He fidgeted as he waited for her to arrive, wondering what he might say. Sorry usually worked, but thought apologies might be seen as a sign of weakness with the Ashleys.

When she approached, he pasted on his usual smile, though it was a bit awkard and forced. "I'm a professional," he said, puffing out his chest with mock confidence. "I'm always ready."

Ashley:

Ashley couldn't help but snort. "You're a child, but sure." She could accept the help and get some pictures taken. "Make sure you get it properly. I feel like this week it's especially..." Well she didn't even know how to put it. While she knew every week she was gaining weight and the baby was growing, this week it felt like more of a jump. It felt sharper than it had before.

"Well whatever. Let's get this over with, I'm really hungry."

Roo:

Roo rolled his eyes. She was barely a year older than him, so it was kind of silly for her to insult him with a term that applied just as much to herself.

He looked her over, smiling a bit. The baby was definitely making himself known, it was kind of incredible, really. To know that his son was growing and seeming so healthy and strong. Not only that, but he had to admit, begrudgingly of course, that Ashley was...well? Glowing. Sort of. In a weird way. But he wasn't going to tell her that! She'd either bite his head of or let it go to her head, he honestly wasn't sure which was worse.

"Alright, lets do this," he replied with a nod, looking around and gesturing to an open shady spot. "How about over here? By this tree?"

Ashley:

Ashley hummed. "The tree will work I guess." She didn't care too much as long as it looked good. So far the pictures all turned out pretty good. She knew because she'd made sure to check them before she started putting them in the baby album she was putting together. And Ashley was definitely making an album.

"Do you feel like it's really starting to happen now?" She asked after an awkward pause, turning so he could get her side profile properly. "I just...it might just be me. And the feeling that I've eaten like a pig lately."

Roo:

They'd been doing this for a few weeks now and Roo was starting to get the hang of this photography thing. To him, it was an art and he wanted it to be good! Plus, ya know, it was for their son. And if he could get a head start at being a good dad, well, that was good, right?

"Hmm?" he hummed, gesturing for her to move her hand over her belly a bit and to turn into the light just a hair— "Oh, well, yeah? I mean, every time I see you, baby boy there seems to be getting bigger by the minute." He sighed, choosing to ignore the eating like a pig comment—he couldnt' think of anything to say that wouldn't either sound like brown nosing or get him killed. "But yeah, between that and us meeting up every week, its definitely feeling less like a crazy dream and more like 'oh crap this is really happening'."

He paused, wondering if he should just leave it at that. "But—how are you feeling? About it feeling more real, I mean?"

Ashley:

Ashley followed his instructions like a pro. What? She'd briefly considered modeling as a career path too. She'd done a few photoshoots with her girls. She knew how to pose when she wanted. "It does feel like he's getting bigger. I just...I think I can see it but I feel like it might be easier to see from an outside perspective." At least for now.

She knew the time was coming where she'd end up ballooning out. She hadn't reached that point yet. At least she didn't think so. "Oh...um. Well. I guess it hits me more that there's an actual person growing inside me you know?" Ashley laughed, though it was a sharp little thing. "I don't actually want to be a shitty mom. I think about what my mother must have been like when she was pregnant but I don't know...I can't picture her..." she paused, shaking her head at herself.

Why was she sharing this? What would that add to say that she couldn't picture her mother happy while she was pregnant with Ashley or her siblings. "Sorry. Does your mom talk to you about it?"

Roo:

Roo blinked, lowing the cell phone and half wondering if he was dreaming. Ashley was—being real? And honest? With him? It was surreal to say the least.

He regarded her a moment, his gaze softening just a bit. He'd always known there was more to Ashley than the mean bitch she presented to the word. He'd even suspected that even the way she was with her friends was and act, sort of. Like he knew she loved her friends but still had a reputation to maintain. But this person underneath all that who was hurt by her crappy parents—he saw her.

Clearing his throat and trying to shove the sudden rush overly affectionate feelings away, he replied, "Well, yeah. She does. But ya know, only like recently. I never thought to ask, you know? Until all this happened," he gestured between them, "I was just a dumb kid who took everything she had done for granted."

He paused, glancing away as he worried at his lip a moment before meeting her eye and saying quietly, "For what its worth—I don't think you'll be a shitty mom. I think you care too much to be that."

Ashley:

Ashley couldn't help but snort, though she also didn't blame him for that. Ashley had never asked her mother about that sort of thing either. Then again, even if she had the questions, the woman had never been around to answer them. She didn't have the same space to do that that Roo did.

"Yeah I get it. That's what kids do in general. Leech off the financial and emotional support of their parents." Her lips curled up into a slight smile, though it faded just as quickly at Roo's words. Ashley wasn't sure she believed him. He was the one who said she was fucked up and that she wouldn't love her son enough.

She glanced down at her stomach, a hand tracing over it as she'd been starting to do lately every time she was uneasy. It helped soothe her a little. "You sure about that? You were pretty convinced I was the world's most fucked up mom last week."

Roo:

Oof. Yeah. It was true. Roo had been pretty harsh after the appointment last week. He'd allowed himself to get upset and well, as with any involving opposing Ashley's opinion on anything, had become a chaotic mess, fast.

"Yeah, I'm sure," he replied carefully, crossing his arms. "I—well, to be fair, I was really only trying to point out how hurtful what you were saying might be to our kid if he could hear you in that moment. But I don't think that one mistake defines you. If you say you want to be a good mom, I, well? I believe you."

He sighed, looking away and running an awkward hand through his hair. "I'm sorry, by the way. I should have given you space to think instead of—whatever that was." He met her gaze again, adding with a small smile, "Its obvious that you care, even if we don't always see eye to eye."

Ashley:

Ashley narrowed her eyes. So he thought she had made a mistake for reacting? Seriously? God Ashley hated everyone who was overly self righteous and thought they knew what the right thing was all the time. That drove her crazy. It annoyed her that he'd call her response a mistake rather than a perfectly reasonable reaction to disappointment. At least in her mind.

"Well luckily our kid can't hear that, because our kid is still developing all of its stuff. So that's a very ridiculous point to make." Ashley would never say something like that to their baby when he was born. But she was allowed to be disappointed. She didn't like that Roo made her out to be horrible for feeling that way.

She took a breath and let it out again, letting out a bit of a sigh. "You're forgiven I guess. Just acknowledge that I'm allowed to be disappointed. I might have overreacted a little, but it did take some processing." Ashley glanced down at her stomach, worrying at her lip a little. "This baby is going to need us to have our shit together. I'm not feeling very optimistic right now." May 31, 2020

Roo:

Roo pursed his lips but ignored the first comment. She was missing the point. Because, of course she was missing the point. Just don't call our kid stupid, idiotic and untrustworthy when he is here! he wanted to snap. But it would probably just cause another fight and that would ruin whatever understanding they were having right now.

"Thanks, and of course you're allowed to feel disappointed. I get that, believe it or not," Roo said quietly, huffing out a breath. "And I agree—its hard to feel like I have my shit together when I don't even have my history homework together. Though I suppose," he grinned crookedly, "it might help if we could somehow find a way to go five minutes without insulting or provoking each other before baby boy arrives."

Ashley:

Ashley wasn't sure that he did get it. But she'd let it slide for now. If only because he wasn't going overboard with his stupid morality stuff again. Making her feel like she was horrible for having feelings. Ashley refused to allow that any further.

"Yeah maybe," Ashley agreed reluctantly. "I can't help some of my mood swings though. You know that's part of the package." Not that some of what she said was hormone related but still! It was part of it. "But we do need more of a plan. We have half of this to go really and we haven't figured any of it out yet."

Roo:

Roo really didn't think that mood swings and name calling were a package deal, but whatever. This was Ashley and she was the singularly most stubborn person he'd ever met. Nothing he said would make her see his perspective if she didn't want to.

"Well, first I guess getting you settled in to your own place will be step one. You know so we can start collecting the baby's things and making a place for him," he said reasonably, thinking more out loud than anything. "And have you thought about us signing up for the childbirth class at the hospital? My mom was telling me about it and apparently couples can go and get a tour of the baby department and learn what to expect and stuff."

Ashley:

Roo was absolutely right about that. Ashley desperately needed her own place. There was no way she could subject Ashleigh Q. to a newborn baby in her place. Not to mention Ashley A....well she needed her own space for the kid. For herself too. She didn't like living off the charity of others. "I know. I'm waiting on my trust fund. Just another week or so and I'll have what I need."

That would be step one. It would allow them to prepare and make a nursery and all. "Are you going to prep a nursery in your house? I mean I hope so. I can't have the baby all the time." Or at least she was pretty sure. She'd go mad if she didn't have some relief here and there. The hospital stuff though? That was a little intimidating. Childbirth was a terrifying concept that she'd largely been ignoring. Probably not smart on her part.

"Right...um...we should probably do that soon. How soon do we have to sign up for that though...realistically speaking?"

Roo:

Roo did, indeed, plan to set up a nursery at his house. He'd been talking about it with his mom and they had agreed to use the small extra room they had. They weren't sure how often the baby would be with them but he knew his kid would need some kind of space.

"Yeah, we're setting up a nursery," Roo replied. "We're probably going to go check out the children's consignment shops in NTO next month. Um—" he paused, running a hand through his hair. "You, er, could come too. If you want?" He didn't know why he was inviting Ashley to go shopping with him, just—he figured she would need to start thinking about buying baby stuff too.

"And as for the classes, the birth class probably isn't for another month or two. My mom said around six months was a good idea. But the newborn care class—we could probably sign up for that one sooner rather than later." He shrugged. "Never too soon to learn how to change a diaper, I guess."

Ashley:

Ashley hummed. "I think that's a good idea. I..." she rubbed the back of her neck. "I want to be sure we agree on what's safe for baby." She didn't mean it as an offense there really, but they both probably had ideas on what they thought would be appropriate. It would be better if they discussed it and picked stuff out that would be relatively similar in both nurseries.

She would have to make a note of that. The childbirth stuff worried her a lot more than the other stuff. Ashley was sure she'd figure out how to be a good mom. Not to mention.... "I know how to change a diaper," Ashley remarked coolly. "I did it with my siblings." And maybe that was a lie, but she'd felt like she'd basically raised them. Diapers had to be simple enough. "Admittedly it's been a while but It think...hmm...I should probably be able to do it better now."

Roo:

Roo raised an eyebrow, but again, let the comment slide. He planned to completely defer to his mother's advice on what to pick out for the baby. Honestly it would be stupid not to seeing as she had done all of this before. But, whatever. If being in charge of which crib and stroller he kept at his house made her feel better about all of this, he guessed he could deal with that.

"That was just an example," he snorted, rolling his eyes. "There's a lot more to newborn care than diapers you know." His mom had told him about swaddling and feeding and colic and so many things that made his head spin just thinking about them.

Though..." he raised an eyebrow and laughed. "Your siblings aren't that much younger than you are. Are you telling me that you were a diaper changing expert back in kindergarten? Somehow dealing with poop and spit up doesn't seem like your thing, even back then."

Ashley:

Ashley sighed. "Of course there's more to it than that. I assume there's how to feed them and so on and so forth." She was a little worried about that. She'd read about how babies could have a better immune system if they were breastfed for a while...but Ashley also wasn't sure she liked the idea of the baby hanging off her boob. Maybe she was being ridiculous about that.

She made a face at Roo, shrugging her shoulders. "Well maybe not that exactly...but the nanny could only do so much with the three of us. I looked after them. Alright? So I'm not completely clueless. That's all I'm saying."

Roo:

Roo laughed when she made a face at him. "Eh, either way, a class is probably a good idea, even if its just a refresher course for you. And it would probably be less awkward if we did it together." He shrugged.

His mom had done that stuff alone at their age, but she'd had no choice. They have a choice and, who knew? Maybe going through those slightly embarrassing classes together would be good for their relationship.

"And I know you're not clueless. But it wouldn't hurt you to admit that you don't know everything." He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "I know it's hard to beleive, but I'm not your enemy here. And I would never laugh at you for not knowing something, particularly about this baby stuff."

Ashley:

Ashley couldn't help but sigh. Okay. Maybe Roo had a point. Or several points. At the least they were coming to reasonable conclusions. They'd have to work together to some degree. Ashley didn't want to be in on this on her own.

"Alright fine. I will admit I don't know everything. As annoying as it is to say that. And I definitely don't know enough about boys. So you win on that front too." Ashley ran a hand through her hair. "So we sign up for the classes then, and do the shopping. I'll let you know when I have a place and uh...is there anything else?"

Roo:

Roo grinned. "I think that's a great start. I'll even add that I know almost nothing about little kids, let alone babies. In case it wasn't already obvious." Honestly it was the farthest they'd managed to come since all of this had started and this sort of alliance, uneasy though it was, between them gave him hope that maybe, just maybe all of this was going to be ok.

"I'm sure more stuff will come along that we'll need to talk about, but for now the only thing left to decide is if you are ok with these pictures and if I'm allowed to take a selfie with you this week?" He put on his most hopeful smile, complete with puppy dog eyes. He was sure she'd say he was ridiculous, but he didn't think he was doing his job if he didn't try to make her laugh once in awhile.

Ashley:

Ashley couldn't help but snort. "That does level the playing field a little bit." And it made her feel a little bit better somehow. They were both completely clueless. And in a way they were in this together. Did that bother her at times? Definitely, but it was nice in this moment where the reality came in and threatened to overwhelm the peaceful ignorance she'd let herself sit in.

"You know...I'm willing to bet the pictures are fine." He'd been doing pretty well so far at least. Ashley considered him for a long minute and then sighed, reaching out for her own phone and moving closer to him, draping an arm around his shoulders. "Fine, but this is a one time thing okay? And don't smile at me like that. It's unnerving."

Roo:

Roo smiled at his small victory. Moments like this reminded him why he'd liked her so much. It was actually kind of confusing, but he refused to let the confusion in and just reveled in the nice moment together.

He let her pull him in and tried not to grin too widely as he slipped his arm around her waist and tried to smile as if they liked each other. It was for their son, after all.

He couldn't help but think about how his smile made her uncomfortable? Well, that was interesting. He didn't know why it surprised him, but it did. He tucked that information away for later. "I make no promises," he laughed, looking into the tiny camera lens as she snapped the picture. "The smile is kind of a package deal. But I'll do my best."

Ashley:

Ashley sighed, forcing a smile of her own to make the picture look nice. Or at least nice enough. She couldn't promise pure goodness for their kid, even if they did take a selfie. She and Roo weren't in love. They weren't a couple and she wasn't going to pretend they were content with each other just to make their photo album nicer. But she took the picture and quickly pocketed her phone.

"A package deal. Oh please. You always do that when you're all...." she vaguely gestured with her hand. "Charmer. It's ridiculous." NEW

Roo:

Roo smirked and stepped away. He was not Ashley's biggest fan, not not really. Not anymore. But times like this, he could almost imagine being something more. What that might be? He had no idea. He couldn't imagine ever really being in love—they were far too different in ways that rubbed both of them the wrong way for that. But a family? Of sorts? Maybe.

There was hope anyways.

"Charmer, huh? I'll take that as a compliment." He laughed and glanced at his watch. "Looks like my lunch break is almost up, I should probably head back to the Barn. Text me when you want to meet for next week's pics." He waved. "See ya around, Princess."

#p: being real #r: ashroo #littlemister-roo

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