#but ! he offered to buy me stuff so i told him to buy me sunscreen and the killer album zine ver đł
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my brother goes to sk next week and he was like you should have asked off work next week instead of now and come with me ... well you could've told me
#actually i couldn't have gone anyway bc i still don't have a passport fbhfhfjf#but ! he offered to buy me stuff so i told him to buy me sunscreen and the killer album zine ver đł#aaah there are so many older albums id like but I don't wanna make things difficult for him since he doesn't know stuff about it lmaoo#also my mind blanked#AND KIMCHI I actually never had it so he said he'll bring me back some. also wanted to ask for black bean noodles but i'm not sure if they#how it would work so fjguugif wow sorry there's just sooo much food id want to try actually đđđ
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I don't get you...
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 Summary/Request: Can I request just some like filthy smut with Fred? Maybe sugar daddy Freddie? But like thereâs actual feelings involved and maybe the reader flirts with Auston and it makes him jealous then he tells them he loves them then fucks the living daylights out of them...or something along those lines
 Warning: smut as per request, some angst, a little bit of fluff
 Authorâs Note: So, anon, I'm not sure this is exactly what you wanted. I went through a lot as I was writing this, so that's part of the reason why it took forever to get this out. But yeah, it started out as something short and filthy and then moved to something exceptionally long and fluffy and I nearly forgot that I was supposed to be writing smut. Also, I'm really in a â¨summer vibes⨠kind of mood lately and I really want to go to the beach but because I canât until the borders open, I guess Iâll write about it. Hope this can give everyone a bit of a reprieve from everything for a little bit! Stay Golden, loves! <3
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Freddieâs P.O.V
 You never expected her to agree to the arrangement, you didnât think she was the type, but you werenât looking for a relationship at the time. She told you sheâd never had a sugar daddy before but she was happy to try it out
 âIâve met people whoâve done it and they seem to be really happy,â she said
 âWell, yeah, I would think they would be,â you joked, âa little bit of money for a little bit of pleasure...â
 âThat makes it sound like prostitutionâ she giggled and you nodded
 âItâs not, I didnât mean it like that...â
 âI mean, itâs not far off, I supposeâ
 âBut youâre okay with it?â
 âIâm okay with it, but Iâm curious,â she asked, âif youâre willing to spend money on me and fly me places and do literally everything a partner does... why not actually be partners?â
 âI just think weâre better off doing thisâ
 âI know,â she added, âbut why?â
 âMy life... is a lot for a relationship. I donât want to put anyone in a position where the fans or the media can tear them downâ
 âBut you like me enough to do all the same stuff?â
 âYeah, just... as a secretâ you admitted shyly
 âAlrightâ she finally said, leaning in to plant a kiss on your cheek before your hands latched onto her sides to pull her closer and station her on your lap. âI have to go...â she whined and you groaned in response
âBut you donâtâ you laughed
âI have to do a presentation tomorrow that I have to work onâ
âSkip it,â you mumbled, âyou know that you donât have to workâ
âI still like to workâ
âJust stay a little bit longerâ you urged, kissing her neck and squeezing her hips tighter
âFreddie...â she moaned before you picked her up and carried her to your bedroom, dropping her onto the big mattress. She giggled as she bit her lip, waiting for you to lay your body against hers, âcome here.â
xx
 The arrangement was simple. He wanted a warm body just not a relationship. You were in debt up to your eyeballs but you still had very, very expensive tastes and Freddie was all too eager to get you whatever you wanted. There was never any real talk about never developing feelings or what would happen if either of you eventually did but his lips fit so perfectly with yours and your bodies knew instinctively what to do for each other and the way his fingertips grazed the sensitive skin on the sides of your neck made your vision blurry and you werenât sure how long you could keep this... simple. You were able to work enough that you were chipping away at your debt while Freddie indulged in your materialistic cravings. His gifts were relatively tame so far. Some jewellery, a few designer handbags, some very expensive lingerie, a pair of vintage Chanel stilettos that you almost never wore and when you asked why he didnât get you Louboutinâs, he smirked and said âthatâs what every other guy gets his girl. You deserve better than that.â He really did know just how to say the right thing to make you feel important to him without fully taking that next step but when he started to offer bigger gifts, things started to feel different
 âYou canât buy me a car!â
 âWhy not?â
 âI barely drive!â
 âOkay, what about a house?â
 âIâm sorry what?â
 âA house. I mean, not like a mansion but an apartment or like a cottage. By the lake...â
 âThatâs too muchâ you scoffed, fluttering around your kitchen putting away dishes and wiping off the counter before your roommate could complain that the house was a mess
 âYou shouldnât have roommates. Not if youâre with meâ he replied and you furrowed your brow before leaning on the cold granite of the counter
 âBut Iâm not with you...â you corrected, ânot like that. How am I supposed to explain to people how I suddenly have enough money to have a cottage by the lake when Iâm still paying off student loans and credit card debts?â
 âTell them it was a super great deal!â
 âBecause theyâll definitely believe thatâ you sighed, walking over to him and pecking his cheek before he followed you to the couch
 âThen say it was a giftâ
 âFrom who? Who would gift something like that to someone? Am I supposed to tell people that youâre my sugar daddy now?â you teased
 âYou could say you won the lottery,â he suggested but you ignored it, instead turning toward the TV and switching it on, âI mean that happens right?â
 âFreddie... itâs sweet but itâs way too muchâ you repeated softly and he dropped it
 âCome hang out with me this summer. I have a place right on the water, itâs beautiful thereâ
 âWhere?â you asked curiously
 âMuskokaâ
 âYou wanna take me to Muskoka?â
 âItâs romantic there,â he added, creeping over to kiss your shoulder before his body hovered over yours and his lips slowly connected with yours, âand itâs private, too. We donât have to worry about people interrupting usâ
 âPeople donât interrupt us he--â
 â(Y/N)!â your roommate yelled, interrupting your moment with Freddie and completely destroying your words even before she came down the stairs, Freddie putting as much space in between the two of you as to not give anything away. âHey, where is.. oh sorry, I didnât realize we had companyâ
 âStacey, this is Freddie,â you smiled awkwardly, hoping your face wasnât too flushed, âFreddie, this is my roommate, Stacey.â
 âNice to meet youâ Freddie greeted politely
 âYeah, you tooâ Stacey replied, almost suspiciously and you scoffed
 âSo what were you looking for?â
 âHuh?â she was clearly lost in thought now, âoh right! That big bag of sunscreen, where did it go? I thought it was in the closet in the bathroom but I didnât see it. Did you move it?â
 âI did,â you admitted, smiling as you stood up, walking to the bathroom upstairs to show her, âit was just taking up so much space so I took them out of the bag and put them under the sink separatelyâ
 âAhh, okay. Thanksâ
 âNo problem,â you said, turning to walk downstairs
 âWait!â she exclaimed, stopping you, âwho is that?â
 âFreddie?â
 âYeah, I mean... are you two dating? Why have I never met him before?â she rambled before her eyes went wide and panic rushed through your chest, âis this a first date?â you exhaled in relief, laughing in response
 âNo, itâs not a date. First or otherwise. Heâs just a friend, I met him at a work party last yearâ
 âOh, right...â you could tell she didnât believe you but you werenât going to try to argue, fearing if you did that you might let the truth slip. She finally let you head back downstairs but before you reached the bottom, your phone chimed
 âHad to goâ Freddieâs text read and you sighed before dropping your head
 âYou didnât have to...â you replied
 âI did but the offer still stands. You, me, the lake, Muskoka. Comeâ
 âIâll think about it.â
xx
Freddieâs P.O.V
 After weeks of constant begging, (Y/N) agreed to go to the cottage with you over the summer and it was perfect. You almost never left the bedroom and when you did, it was to take a drive into the city to get a few groceries and then youâd lock yourself back in the house, drawing the curtains to block out the light. After that, she asked to go back the next summer and you were more than happy to oblige
 âYou liked it huh?â you teased as the two of you lay in bed
 âI had a lot of fun,â she smirked, lifting your hand up so she could trace her finger along your palm mindlessly, âpretending like the world didnât existâ
 âYou sure you donât want me to just.. get you your own?â
 âNo,â she scoffed, âI like yours. As yours, donât think about giving it to meâ
 âFineâ you laughed at her figuring you out before you could even get your suggestion out.
 âFineâ she mocked, rolling over to kiss your cheek and lay on your chest, tracing her fingers across your skin
 âGod youâre beautifulâ you exhaled as you brushed her hair away from her face
 âYO âZILLA!â you heard Auston yell as he crashed through your front door
 âShit!â you panicked
 âWhat is he doing here?â she asked in a hushed voice
 âI donât know, I thought he was gonna be playing golf all afternoonâ
 âFREDDIE?â Auston yelled again
 âJust get dressed, Iâll go talk to himâ
 âOkayâ she laughed
 âYo, Tony, what are you doing here?â
 âHey!â He exclaimed, âI came to hang out with you... am I bothering you?â
 âNo of course not. I just thought youâd be at the course for most of the day...â
 âYeah.. it wasnât all that exciting today. What have youââ
 âSo I think that Shelley was right!â (Y/N) yelled as she came down the stairs, interrupting Auston with some lie that you couldnât even follow. âI think we did do an event down the street,â you smirked, watching her eye-line go past you and to Auston, âoh, hi...â
 âHi...â he hesitated
 âIâm (Y/N)â
 âAuston. Itâs nice to meet youâ he greeted and you watched as the two of them stared at each other
 âMatts, (Y/N) is a friend of a friend and she wanted to see a vantage point... from upstairsâ
 âNot a vantage point. See, I work at an event planning company, Iâm an intern but I help with a lot of events and one of them was an MLSE fundraiser and, Shelley, my friend thatâs also Freddieâs friend,â she rambled and you had to stop yourself from laughing, âshe said that Fredâs apartment was nearby but I didnât believe it...â
 âRight,â he smirked, âwell, now you know right?â
 âRight,â she smiled brightly, âbut hey. I should go, I have stuff but thanks, Fred, for letting me look. It was nice to meet you, Auston.â
 âYeah.. nice to meet you, too. Maybe Iâll see you again?â
 âNow now,â you intervened, âno flirtingâ
 âBye Freddieâ she chuckled before walking out the door.
 âSheâs cute,â Auston said to you and you could sense that he was trying to get more information, âyoung for you though huh?â
 âWeâre not datingâ you tried
 âSo she really was just here to scope out the view?â he teased
 âI guess soâ you tried, making your way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water
 âYou wouldnât mind, then, if I asked her out?â he asked, forcing you to sigh at his incessant attempts not to drop the subject
 âNo, go for it...â
 âI willâ he smirked and that was the end of the conversation. You found out a few days later that he had actually asked (Y/N) out for dinner but she told him she had to think about it
 âWhat am I supposed to say, Freddie?â she asked, following you around your apartment, her annoyance apparent as she waited for an answer
 âYou should say yesâ you replied
 âIs that what you want?â
 âI mean you said it yourself, weâre not together. Weâre not dating, we just sleep together every once in a while and I buy you stuff. I donât care who you date...â
 âItâs not tha..â she stammered, shaking her head hastily, âitâs a little more complicated than just me dating someone else. This isnât just some guy youâve never met before who wants to take me out on a date. This is your teammate, your friend. He has a key to your apartment. You watch his dog... so itâs not as simple as what you think it isâ
 âIâm fine with it. Weâll still do what we do, if you want, and Auston doesnât have to find outâ you added, sitting down at the kitchen island, fidgeting with your water bottle
 âAnd what if he does?â
 âHe wonâtâ
 âYou really want me to say yes?â
 âIf you say no, heâs going to think something is going on with us,â you admitted, âif you say yes, he wonât. Simpleâ
 âThatâs all this is?â she sneered, âIâm surprised you havenât told him already. Itâs not something that youâre ashamed of. Unless... are you ashamed of me?â
 âNoâ you replied. She sat down slowly in the seat across from you and dropped her head to her hands before exhaling
 âFine,â you groaned, âIâll say yes.â
xx
 It was the last thing you really wanted to do but Freddie seemed intent on you going on a date with Auston. It wasnât awful but it didnât feel right but the two of you stayed in touch, which created its own issues between you and Freddie, just like you knew it would. After nearly a year, you had grown a lot closer with Freddieâs teammates than you thought you would and you were starting to feel like part of the group, whether or not that was a good thing remained to be seen. It did allow you to spend time with Freddie outside of the bedroom but it led to questions about why you never carried a wallet or offered to pay for meals
 âIâm all for chivalry,â Morgan chuckled, taking a sip of his drink as the server took everyoneâs plates away, âbut you can clearly afford to foot the bill every here and there. Iâve seen all these fancy things before, Iâve bought a few of âem for Tessa, so...â
 âThis stuff...â you stalled, gesturing to your purse and your clothes, âtheyâre all giftsâ
 âSome friends who get you those giftsâ Auston laughed
 âWho said theyâre from friends? What about family?â
 âOr a boyfriend?â he teased, your eyes darting to Freddie quickly to gauge his reaction; nothing, completely stoic
 âNo boyfriend. Iâm not much for the âshower me with giftsâ kind of relationshipâ this comment earned a round of scoffs from the boys in front of you and you just rolled your eyes in return. Freddie offered you a ride home which you took gladly because you wanted to see where his head was at
 âSo...â you started before Freddie huffed
 âThe guys are coming out to the lake next week. Youâre welcome to come but it wonât be like last yearâ
 âAre you mad at me?â you asked, turning your body to face him
 âNo, why would I be mad?â he chided, keeping his eyes on the road
 âI donât know,â you replied, turning back to face the road yourself, âbut Iâm glad youâre not mad. I love the lake so Iâm happy to go, even if it wonât be like last year...â
 âGreatâ he sighed
 âPerfectâ you replied, pursing your lips as the rest of the drive was spent in silence. He drove into the underground parking lot, turning off the ignition before looking at you
 âThey really like youâ he said and you furrowed your brow
 âYeah... Iâm likeableâ you joked
 âItâs good,â he said, âbut maybe after the lake, you should keep your distanceâ
 âWhat?â you scoffed as Freddie opened the door and made his way to open your door, leaning his hands against the side of the car and caging you in lightly
 âOr we need to end this arrangementâ
 âSo, itâs an ultimatum? You or them?â he nodded, sliding his arm under your legs to pick you up and carry you upstairs. It was a strange request but you could barely concentrate on your thoughts with the way his hands began roaming your body once he set you down. After the week had passed, and you managed to patch up things with Freddie, you were on your way back to the place where you had come to know as if it were your own. You wondered how different things would feel there, with âthe boysâ being there, and if Freddie would keep his distance from you or if the tension would be too much to bear.
xx
Austonâs P.O.V
 You spent most of your time in the water, or watching (Y/N), while everyone else seemed to find other things to occupy their time. You couldnât believe that (Y/N) hadnât pursued more of a relationship with you, especially when you thought the date went really well; you decided to make it your mission to get her to fall in love with you or find out if there was something else going on.
 "So..." you grunted, taking a seat next to (Y/N), "how are you liking the cottage?"
 "It's beautiful out here" she answered with a smile
 "Isn't it though?" you said
 "Are you mocking me?" she laughed
 "I would never"
 "You're still mad that I didn't want to date you, aren't you?" she asked, taking you a bit by surprise and you weren't really sure how honest you should be
 "Why didn't you want to date me?" you said curiously, "I mean the date that we went on was good, wasn't it?"
 "It was fine, yeah," she replied, unimpressed as she seemed to remember the date in her mind, "I just have a bit of a complicated situation going and I didn't feel like adding more to that. But, I'm sorry, that wasn't fair to you"
 "Oh," you really were hoping that she would've made some joke about it all instead of... actually telling you the truth, but here you were. "Thank you..." you hesitated before chuckling, "I'm over it anyway. Let's just enjoy the summer, okay?"
 "Yeah" she grinned. As the night drew on, Freddie got the barbeque ready while setting out snacks as Mo, Mitch and Cogs grabbed a seat around the fire.
 âHEY! YOU TWO, COME HANG OUT BY THE FIRE!â Fred yelled to you and (Y/N) as the two of you stayed on the dock
 "I wanna go in the water!" she yelled
 "YEAH ME TOO!" you chuckled in return, seeing Freddie's distaste from where you stood before (Y/N) slipped by you and ran into the lake
 "HOLY SHIT IT'S COLD!" she screamed, her body already shivering from just a few inches of water crashing against the bare skin of her legs
 "What did you expect?" you scoffed, wading the water as you neared her, lowering your body so the water covered your chest
 "I don't know.." she hesitated, trying her best to maintain the composure of her voice before her shivers took over, "I just didn't expect it to be that cold..."
 "Well now you know" you smirked, catching her stare just as your body reached her space, letting your frame hover over hers as the two of you stood in the cold water; the waves splashing against your hips and trying their best to drag both of you into the current.
 "Right" she whispered, unable to tear her eyes from yours
 "Right" you returned, squatting down in front of her, your lips grazing her chest while your gaze stayed trained on her. You could feel her breathing build in her chest as your fingers traced her skin before you picked her up and she squealed
 "STOP!" she laughed as you threw her over your shoulder
 "What? I'm not doing anything!" you joked. She started to squirm in your grasp before eventually straightening her body which, luckily for you, meant that your face met her chest; you felt her hands rest gently on her shoulders as you shamelessly stared at her breasts before looking back up at her
 "Don't do it" she breathed
 "Do what?" you replied quietly
 "I know what you're thinking" she said and you smirked
 "No, no I don't think you do"
 "Don't do it Auston..." she repeated
 "You need to get used to the temperature," you replied, a grin growing on your face, "and the best way to do that is just to do it..."
 "You throw me in and I'll take you down with me" she threatened but you weren't going to listen. You stopped only for a second when you heard Freddie call to the two of you and you turned around to see him on the shore. You grinned before turning back, throwing (Y/N) in the water before feeling the tug on the back of your neck; both of you crashing into the water. When you finally came to the surface, you splashed water at her which she reciprocated before looking over at Freddie, "we should probably head in."
xx
Freddie's P.O.V
 You watched as the two of them held onto each other in the water, not able to discern their emotions from the distance you were at, but you didnât like it. You called them in one more time before Auston tossed (Y/N) into the water and they began splashing water at each other. She looked back at you before wiping the water from her eyes and saying something to Auston, the two of them making their way back to shore.
 âHey,â Auston said breathlessly as he walked past you
 âFinally had enough of the water huh?â you teased to which Auston just smirked, looking back at (Y/N) then back at you
 âHiâ (Y/N) said when she got close to you but your irritation from what youâd witnessed caused you to all but ignore her as you turned to walk back to the fire. The six of you sat around the fire, drinking, laughing and telling stories while you felt (Y/N)âs eyes on you, begging you to look at her without having to say the words
 âWell,â she sighed when you kept your eyes away from hers, âIâm exhausted from all that fun in the water. Iâll see you all in the morningâ she laughed, Morgan and Andrew standing up to showcase their chivalry
 âHave a good sleepâ Andrew smiled as (Y/N) made her way back inside. You werenât sure how long you should wait to talk to her but you knew it couldnât be too much longer
 âIâm gonna get some sleep as wellâ you said, finishing your drink as you stood up
 âOh yeah, sure...â Cogs teased and you rolled your eyes at the tone
 âGoodnight. Please donât destroy the deckâ you said, making your way inside and turning down the hall toward (Y/N)âs room, letting yourself in
 âHey!â she exclaimed, irritated that you didnât knock, âwhat are you doing?â
 âI came to talk to youâ
 âOh really? Youâve sure done a great job of ignoring me all night. What do you have to say now?â
 âYou canât act like that,â you said under your breath, referring to how she was with Auston
 âAct like what?!â she argued, raising her voice as she stepped toward you
 âLike that!â you repeated, gesturing to the lake, trying your best to keep your voice low. âThrowing yourself all over Auston like that. Half naked and soaking wet no lessâ
 âOh my god,â she scoffed, âyouâre jealousâ
 âJealous?â you huffed at the suggestion
 âYes. I have no idea why you would be but it sounds an awful lot like jealousy how youâre talking to me right nowâ she urged, anger covering her face
 âWhat if I was jealous?â
 âWhy would you be jealous?â
 âBECAUSE IâM IN LOVE WITH YOU!â
 âWhat?â she whispered, stumbling back
 âI love you,â you said calmly, vulnerably, as you studied her expression
 âYou donât love me, youâre not in love with meâ she argued, shaking her head in disbelief
 âI do!â
 âYOU DONâT!â she yelled, âYOUâ Iâ ughâ she groaned
 âWhat?â
 âI donât get you,â she sighed, âone second you say you donât want a relationship and you want to be my âsugar daddyâ then the next you say youâre in love with me? Which is it?â
 âBothâ
 âBoth?â you could feel the disgust in her words but it almost made you laugh
 âYeah, both,â you countered, âI didnât set out to fall in love and get into a relationship, especially when I met you,â you noticed her mouth drop, realizing you had to backtrack. âI wanted to protect you from my life but I liked being around you. And the sex was amazingâ
 âSo all you wanted was sexâ
 âMaybe thatâs where it started,â you admitted, âbut somewhere along the way I fell in love with you and I realized I would still be paying for everything either way but this way Iâd get you all to myselfâ
 âOh so now itâs about possession?â she growled and you rolled your eyes
 âIâm not trying to possess you,â you groaned, âI just wanna be with you because I love you. I have no idea why because youâre impossible to deal with and you test me every god damn second like Iâm still in school but I canât help itâ you bit your bottom lip as you thought about tearing off her clothes, taking a step closer to where she stood. âI see you and you make everything... different. My heart races and I blush and I sweat and I just want to be around you. All the time. Itâs infuriating. But I love you and I think I have since the beginningâ she stood silently in front of you before you boxed her in with your arms, letting her eyes linger up your chest until they found yours, placing your hands on her hips to bring her even closer to you
 âShow me,â she said softly, watching your lips. You let your fingers slide up her body until they reached her neck, cupping her face as you kissed her softly. Her body moving closer to yours, forcing your feet to move backward until you felt the bed behind you, stopping only for a minute to pick her up
 âI love youâ you repeated and, as if something possessed her, she bit her lip and pushed you onto the mattress
 âI want you to fuck meâ
 âYouâre nââ
 âFuck. Meâ she interrupted, moving across your body to straddle your lap. You honestly thought sheâd say it back and it was throwing you off that she wasnât. âWhatâs wrong?â she groaned when she finally realized that you werenât exactly following through
 âI canât do thisâ you sighed, pushing her off of you to walk across the room, dropping your head in your hand
 âWhat?â she scoffed
 âI...â
 âShould I go ask Auston? I bet heâd be more than happy to fuck meâ she teased, smirking when she saw the glare on your face. You promptly made your way back to her, harshly grabbing her hips and turning her around where she stood; moving your hands up her body to clear her hair from her neck to bite at the sensitive skin between her neck and her shoulder. You felt her hips push back into yours and you grinned at her sudden neediness
 "Is this what you want?" you whispered
 "I told you. I want you to fuck me" she breathed, placing her hand on yours to guide it onto her breast and she leaned against your chest, continuing to back her ass against your growing erection. You pushed your hands into the waistband of her shorts and underwear, tearing them off her body, kissing up her legs and removing her shirt before forcing her to lean against the bed, keeping her back straight. âFreddie...â she whimpered when you stepped back, making sure not to touch her just yet
 âShh,â you hushed before pushing your shorts off to expose your hardened cock. You ran your finger down her spine until you felt her shiver underneath your touch, holding yourself in your free hand before you began running the tip along her folds; letting her moan fill the room before you pushed yourself into her entrance. "Shhh," you repeated as her sounds started to get louder, "you don't want everyone to hear, do you?" she let out another moan before she nodded her head, looking at you over her shoulder and smirking as she watched you fuck her. She rocked back into you, sending vibrations through your body and encouraging you to dig your nails into her hips, fucking her harder. You moaned lowly as your pleasure began to increase, slapping her ass to give her the playful punishment you thought she deserved for teasing you earlier
 "Fuck" she shouted breathlessly, earning a growl from you as you tried to fuck her into silence. You weren't surprised when her panting filled the room and she brought her body up so she could lean against your chest. "Fuck" she repeated, quieter this time, as your fingers lingered to her core, pressing on her sensitive bud as your thrusts became stutters and grunts continuously left your lips. You came, messily, inside her but kept your fingers moving against her clit as you took yourself out of her, kneeling down in time to find your juices leaking down her leg; snaking your head between her legs to lick up the liquid teasingly. "You need to cum, don't you?" you baited, your finger poking inside and curving to find her g-spot while you gently swept the tip of your tongue across her clit
 "Fuck, yes," she panted, "faster baby. Make me cum" you smirked at her pleas. You quickened your ministrations until her legs shook and she was unable to stand, falling to her knees while a sigh exited her mouth. Her hand lazily rested on your chest as she attempted to compose herself and you could only chuckle
 "Oh we're not done yet"
 "What?" she gulped, eyebrows raising in surprise
 "Oh no no no no," you laughed, "you wanted me to fuck you. I'm gonna fuck you senseless. Until you can't speak without feeling me inside you. Until you see my face with every breath you take. Until you feel the heat from my body against yours just by walking across the room. Until you need to beg for mercy at any given second because I'm still making you cum."
 "T--" she hesitated, pushing herself up as best she could while still not being able to use her legs, "that sounds good to me"
 "You sure you can handle it?" you asked
 "From you?" she replied, raising her hand to stroke your cheek, "any day. All-day"
 "I do love you" you admitted once more, hoping she'd say it back but helping her up gently so you could continue to fuck her, as you promised you would
 "I love you, too" she confessed and you kissed her quickly, lifting her up and carrying her to the bed. It was at that moment, when you saw her smiling underneath you, that you didn't care if the guys heard the two of you. She was yours and you were hers. You had her and she had you. Nothing could ruin that.
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A Day Off
Karasuno x F!Reader
(Not including the side characters sorry.)
Warnings: suggestive, fluff, language
A/N: This is part 4, and I still have so much in mind I- Well anyway, this is another long one.
It was just another regular, boring day in school. Doing projects and so much work. It was tiring to say the least.
Itâs a Friday. The team is supposed to have a Saturday practice.
Youâre in your last class, 8 minutes before the dismissal bell sounds. Everyone is chatting and on their phones.
You get a notification. âI wonder who it isâ you think to yourself.
You decide to check it.
-1 Message from Captain â¨-
âOh, itâs Daichiâ
Captain â¨: Y/N, can you head to the gym early? You donât have to, but I asked everyone to since I have an announcement.
Y/N: Iâll try. My teacher likes me so Iâm sure sheâll let me go if I tell her why.
Captain â¨: Good! See you in a few :)
Y/N: See ya! đ
-Captain ⨠and Y/N are offline-
As you thought, your teacher was more than happy to let you go a little early.
You head to the gym once again, curious as to what Daichi has to say. On your way, you spot Asahi, who was buying water from a vending machine.
Walking up next to him, you say, âAsahi! Do you wanna walk together?â
âAH- oh. Itâs just you Y/N..sorry.â He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. âBut yeah, Iâd love to.â
âGreat! Letâs go see what Daichi wanted us for.â
Side by side you proceeded to walk to the gym, chatting along the way.
Opening the door, you notice everyoneâs there. âMaybe itâs a practice match with another team later?â
The both of you head to the group.
âOkay! Now that everyoneâs here I have an exciting announcement to tell you.â Daichi declared.
âWhat is it Captain?â Asahi questions.
âCoach told us we have a break day tomorrow! So, Suga and I decided to go to the beach in Tokyo.â
âYAY!!!â Hinata, Noya, and Tanaka exclaimed.
âTch.â Tsukishima hissed.
âSounds fun, but I canât go.â Kiyoko smiled.
âAwww ok. But yay! Beach day!â You grinned.
After a while of discussing the plans for tomorrow, Daichi tells everyone to pack up clothing and everything else they needed.
~~TimeSkip~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
7:00 am
Itâs the day of the trip. After a long night of deciding what to bring, you hop off your bed and put everything in a [insert favorite color] bag.
Then, you get readyâ getting dressed, brushing your teeth.
You had put on an nice outfit. (Pick one of these ^ ^)
Walking over to the meeting point (the front of Karasuno), you put on some music in the headphones you were wearing, humming to the song.
As you approach, you hear two voices shouting.
âI GOT HERE FIRST!!â
âNO I DID BOKE!â
You identify the voices as Hinata and Kageyama.
âSHUT IT, BOTH OF YOU!â You hear Suga yell.
They see you approaching and immediately calm down. Then the automatically blush at how cute your outfit looks on you.
âTHE PRINCESS HAS APPEARED!â Noya declares.
âHey!â You sang.
They all say hello to you. Right after that, the bus arrives.
âY/N, Can I sit next to you?â Suga asks.
âSure! As long as I can sit next to the window!â
âMhm! Letâs go.â
âHEY NO FAIRRR!â Hinata complains.
The rest of the boys glare at Sugawara. But he just looks back and smirks.
âLucky bastard...â Tsukishima mutters.
Both you and Suga sit in the back of the bus together.
On the way, you and Suga watch memes on his phone (with headphones) and laugh at them.
~~~~~~~TimeSkip of a few hours (sorry-)~~~~~~~~~~
10 am
âEveryone get up, weâre here.â Daichi exclaims.
One by one, you all get off the bus.
âWhere do we put our things?â You question.
âOh, the coaches booked us rooms in a hotel. The problem is that itâs three per room with one having four, so we have to decide who goes where.â Suga points out.
âOooh. Well why donât we write our names down on paper and mix them?â
âGood idea! I have a notepad in my bag so we can use that.â Suga offers.
He takes it out and writes everyoneâs names on small pieces of paper. Then, he puts it in a small empty pocket on the side of his bag.
âY/N, why donât you draw three to see who are the first roommates?â He asks.
âOk.â
You pull out the pieces in sets of three. Daichi writes down each room and who is in it.
Hereâs the groups:
(Yes I wrote them myself but I accidentally forgot Suga lol)
âYEA! I GET TANAKABRO!â Noya approved.
âWhy do I have to get Saltyshima?!â Hinata murmurs.
âOh god, this is gonna be chaotic..â Kageyama grumbles.
âYay! I get Captain, Asahi, and Suga!â You squeal.
Daichi, Asahi, and Suga mentally congratulate themselves for getting this opportunity.
For a second, you thought it was funny that you get a room with the third years.
âOkay, now that itâs been settled, letâs go check in and set our things in our rooms.â Daichi ordered.
You all head to the hotel and check yourselves in.
âAfter we get settled, get changed into your swimming outfits and we will meet in the front of the building.â Suga advises.
Walking with the third years, you go into your room. After opening the door, you notice something.
âUhh thereâs only three beds.â You say, also noting they are queen sized.
âW-what?-â Asahi stiffens.
âCoach didnât tell us that-â Suga defended himself.
âI guess two of us could lay next to each other.â You shrugged.
âI suppose.â Daichi sighs.
âDaichi Iâll lay with you since youâre the closest to me right now!â
âO-okay then, if youâre alright with it.â
âDang..â Suga says under his breath.
Once talking it out, you decided to lay with Daichi. But since itâs a queen bed, you wouldnât be that close so even though the other two were bothered by it, it wasnât that bad.
âAfter putting your things downâ
âY/N, do you mind if Suga, Asahi and I go first? Itâs so we can make sure everything is in order after we change.â
âSure! Iâll remind everyone to bring sunscreen and stuff.â
One after the other, they get changed in swim trunks and a shirt and walk out to check on the others to see if theyâre doing alright.
Then, you go and change into your swimming things.
Choose one below:
When you were done changing, you put on some clothes over it. (You would take it off when getting in the water.)
You get a text from the group chat saying they were all going to the front.
Smiling to yourself, you walk down to where they said to go.
~~~~TimeSkip to when you get to the beach~~~~~~~
12 pm.
âOk! Go put down your stuff and youâre free to go!â Daichi affirmed.
âYes!â Everyone replies.
Everyone goes off on their own, some immediately running for the water.
âHey Suga, Iâm gonna go to the bathroom to put on sunscreen since I forgot. Iâll be right back.â You mentioned.
âBe careful.â He tells you before going to the water.
You skip your way to the closest bathroom near the beach.
Grabbing your sunscreen, you put it on while making sure itâs in every right place. Then, you take off the clothes over your swim suit and put it in the small bag you were carrying.
âHeyy.. whereâs Y/N?â Hinata asked Suga, upset that he doesnât see you.
âShe went to the restroom to put on sunscreen. Sheâll be back in a second.â
âDumbass forgot to put it on.â Tsukishima commented, with Yamaguchi snickering in the background.
âLanguage.â Daichi warns.
After finishing what you were doing, you happily walk back.
âSorry I had to go for a sec guys!â You apologize.
âItâs alright Y/N-â Asahi says, suddenly tensing up and becoming flushed.
âWhatâs wrong Asahi?â Noya questions loudly, then he looks where he was looking. âOh.â
The rest look away from what they were doing, and look at Noya and Asahi before looking at you.
Just then, their faces become just as red. (Noya, Tanaka and Kageyama even have nosebleeds I-)
âY-you look nice Y/N!â Yamaguchi spoke up.
Everyone nods.
âThank you!â You grin while getting in the water as well, a faint blush on you since youâre around several shirtless men.
The day goes really well. Everyone, even Tsukishima, had fun.
3:30 pm.
Now that everyone has gotten tired, you all decided to go back to the hotel.
âI wanna go to a restaurant! My treat of course.â You gushed.
âYou donât have to-â Suga tries to say, before you but him off.
âI insist! Come onnnnâ
âOk, sure. Letâs do it at around 5:45 pm.â
âYESSS,â Hinata and Noya exclaim.
When you get back, you watch TikToks on your phone and vibe until the time you go to eat.
After eating at the restaurant, they all thank you as they head back to their rooms.
Today was a great day.
Ahhh this took me forever sorry ( ̄â ̄)
I enjoyed writing this part though
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Just Practice - Chapter 15
this is the most important chapter in the story so far since chapter seven, so i hope you enjoy this! if you could drop a comment and/or reblog to support all the hard work, it would mean a lot to me!Â
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The first thing that greeted Annabeth when she stepped out of her car was the sound of crashing waves and the smell of sea salt carried on a gentle breeze. She leaned against the side of her car and drank in the view of the ocean, relishing in the way the wind tousled her hair. The beach was packed with families and college students on spring break, and for good reason. It was late March, and the weather was absolutely perfect outside. The sand was pleasantly warm between her toes, and seagulls cawed overhead in a clear blue sky.
Coming to the beach for spring break had been Rachelâs idea. Her father owned a villa not far from the shore, and she had offered to let them all stay there overnight. It was exactly what Annabeth needed after the past month and a half. After Percyâs victory at state, Annabeth had been absolutely swamped with school work. Nearly every week there was some new project deadline, essay to turn in, or exam to study for, and by the time finals rolled around, Annabeth found herself running on fumes. She hadnât realized how bad it was until she came home after her final exam and promptly passed the fuck out in her room only to wake up the following afternoon, seventeen hours later.
Annabeth gave herself some time to just stand barefoot in the sand until Piper texted her, informing her that she and Jason were setting up camp further down the beach where it was more secluded. Taking that as her cue to move, Annabeth leisurely made her way down the beach and found Piper and Jason a few minutes later, trying to set up a beach umbrella. The umbrella was an ancient red and white striped monstrosity that looked like it had seen better days. Annabeth watched her friends struggle for a while, amused by how frustrated they were getting when the base of the umbrella slipped in the sand, until Piper noticed her and scowled.
âAre you just gonna stand there and watch or do you plan on helping out?â Piper huffed.
âBut you were doing oh so well without me,â Annabeth said innocently. âI wouldnât want to get in the way or anything.â
Jason put a hand on Piperâs shoulder before she could snap and offered Annabeth a tired smile. âWe could really use your help, Annabeth.â
âWell, since you asked so nicely.â
Piper muttered something foul under her breath, but Annabeth couldnât help grinning anyways before she went to help Jason. It took longer than she would have liked, but eventually the three of them managed to get the umbrella to stay in place, just as Hazel, Frank, and Leo arrived.
Leo pointed at the umbrella and said, âThat thing looks like it came straight out of the fifties.â
âShut it, Valdez,â Piper snapped. âWe just spent nearly twenty minutes trying to get that fucker to stay still.â
Leo held his palms up in surrender. âOk, apologies. Looks like someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. I get it. Itâs cool.â
âThat wasnât an invitation to keep talking,â Piper warned.
Leo pantomimed zipping his lips, making Annabeth grin. Rolling her eyes, Hazel unzipped her backpack and handed each of them a bottle of homemade lemonade.
âHopefully, itâs still cold and all the ice didnât melt,â Hazel said.
Piper took a sip and moaned, âHazel, youâre a goddamn lifesaver.â
âDonât make noises like that in public,â Annabeth quipped.
Although she wanted to glare at Annabeth, Piper spotted Rachel and Percy further down the beach and called out to them instead. Annabethâs heart suddenly began pounding harder in her chest, and she found herself involuntarily searching for him over her shoulder. They had barely talked or even seen each other since State, so she had expected to be more excited to see him, but she found herself strangely nervous instead. The nervousness only grew worse for some reason when Percy noticed her and sent her a warm smile.
âSorry weâre late,â Percy said. âRache forgot something so we had to drive back to her place.â
âLetâs not sweat the details,â Rachel said, waving her hand dismissively. âNow, I donât know about you all, but I am dying to get into the water. Anyone know where the changing rooms are?â
âI saw some on the way here,â Hazel said. âAnnabeth, did you want to join us?â
Annabeth cleared her throat and shook her head. âUh, no, Iâm wearing my swimsuit under my clothes already.â
With that, Hazel nodded and left with Rachel for the changing rooms. The boys went down to the water, but Percy stayed behind since he had brought some beach towels with him. He spread them beneath the umbrella so they wouldnât have to sit on the sand. Piper left a short while later once she was done applying some sunscreen, leaving Annabeth and Percy alone. Annabeth borrowed Piperâs sunscreen as an excuse to leave after Percy did, but he plopped down beside her with a sigh instead.
Annabeth couldnât help sneaking a quick sidelong glance at him. He looked good, really good. His unzipped black sweatshirt billowed in the breeze and stood in sharp contrast to the white shirt he wore underneath. There was a relaxed, easy smile on his face, and his sun-kissed skin made him look positively radiant.
âHey, stranger,â Percy said, derailing her thoughts. âHavenât seen you in a hot minute.â
Annabeth tucked her hair behind her reddening ears and said, âY-Yeah, not since State, I think.â
âGlad to see youâre still in one piece,â Percy said.
Annabeth breathed a laugh. âNot entirely sure about that.â
Percy cocked his head to the side and studied her. âYou do look a little worse for the wear.â
âRude.â
âAnd whoâs fault is that?â Percy asked, raising an eyebrow. âI distinctly remember warning you not to take three AP courses your senior year, but you wouldnât listen to me.â
Annabeth scowled and said, âYou donât have to sound so smug about it.â
Percy laughed and leaned back on his elbows. âAnd what would be the fun in that? Itâs not every day that you get to tell Annabeth Chase that you told her so.â
âSomeone sure sounds awfully pleased with himself.â
âOh, believe me, I am,â Percy said, grinning. âBut I do suppose I can cut you some slack. You know, considering how weâre at the beach and all.â
âHow magnanimous of you,â Annabeth deadpanned.
Percy made a show of clapping mildly. âOh, well done. That sounded like an SAT word.â
Annabeth barked a laugh despite herself and shoved him, but that only made his grin widen. She was relieved to feel the awkwardness dissipating between them, but her respite was short lived because Percy suddenly removed his shirt and tossed it on the towel beside her.
âW-What are you doing? Why are you taking off your clothes?â Annabeth stammered, unable to hide the panic in her voice.
Percy looked at her like she had sprouted a second head. âItâs kind of hard to go swimming when you still have your clothes on.â
Annabeth looked away to hide the fact that her face was turning pink. âI know that! But canât you go change in the changing rooms?â
Percy blinked in surprise and said, âOh, sorry. Youâve seen me do this like a hundred times, so I didnât think that youâd mind.â
He was right. She had seen him shirtless more times than she could count, so why was she suddenly being so weird about it? She needed to get a fucking grip. And yet, it was everything she could do not to stare shamelessly at him. Christ, at this proximity, the scent of his cologne was inescapable, and it only served to make her feel even more flustered.
âAnnabeth, are you okay? Youâve been acting really strange,â Percy said.
âI-Iâm fine,â Annabeth squeaked. âJust tired.â
âAlright, try not to push yourself,â Percy said, standing up. âIâm gonna head down to the water now. Let me know if you need anything.â
Annabeth nodded, still refusing to look at him. It was only after he was gone that she stopped holding her breath. She screwed her eyes shut and buried her face in her hands. What the fuck was she doing? Why was she acting so weird? All her feelings seemed to contradict one another. She felt a bizarre mix of exhilaration and anxiety, like thousands of butterflies fluttering about in the pit of her stomach. Her eyes were drawn to Percy even though she couldnât bear to look at him. There was definitely something wrong with her.
Annabeth took a deep breath and forced herself to stand up and head down to the water. For now, she resolved herself to just make the most of her time at the beach instead of wallowing in her own awkwardness. Nevertheless, she did make a point of avoiding where Percy was to give herself a breather. However, in her momentary lapse of concentration, Piper snuck up on her and tackled her into the sea, sending salt water rushing up her nose.
She surfaced sputtering and discombobulated only to find Piper laughing uproariously behind her. Annabeth chased after her in a murderous rage, but Piper quickly retreated to the sea and put some distance between them. Piper had always been the better swimmer, so it took a few minutes before Annabeth finally caught her, but once she did, Annabeth dunked her underwater for a full minute as payback.
Eventually, Rachel and Hazel returned from the changing rooms and joined them in the water as well. They all splashed around together for a few hours under the midday sun, and Annabeth forgot all about how awkward she felt around Percy.
They broke for lunch after that and settled on a shack that sold burgers further up the beach. Unfortunately, the only vegetarian option on the menu was fries, so Piper had to drive herself to a nearby Taco Bell. Annabeth couldnât help feeling sorry for her when Piper returned twenty minutes later, absolutely livid, because the rest of them had already finished eating.
âI canât fucking believe there are still restaurants in this day and age that donât have vegetarian options,â Piper fumed.
âRemind me to buy some stuff for dinner tonight so you donât have to do this again,â Rachel said, yawning.
âHow far away is your villa again?â Frank asked.
âJust a fifteen minute drive or so,â Rachel said, finishing her salad. âWeâve got a firepit out back, so we can have a bonfire tonight! We can make smores and everything.â
âDibs on lighting the bonfire,â Leo said quickly.
âAbso-fucking-lutely not,â Piper said vehemently.
âCâmon, I promise Iâll keep it under control this time, Pipes,â Leo pleaded.
âThe last time you were in charge of the bonfire, you nearly burned my fucking house down,â Piper snapped.
âThat was like three years ago!â
âIt was at my birthday last June.â
âIâll handle the fire, Leo,â Jason interrupted. âYou can help me out if youâd like.â
Leo sank in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest. âYou guys are no fun.â
âA bonfire sounds nice,â Frank said, ignoring him.
âYeah, itâll be chill,â Rachel said, nodding. âWeâll have a section of the beach all to ourselves. I think my dad probably has some alcohol stashed away somewhere in the house.â
âPercy, watch over us and make sure we donât do anything stupid,â Piper said, throwing an arm around his shoulder.
Percy gave her a wary look. âI donât recall volunteering to be a babysitter.â
âBut youâre the only one here that doesnât drink,â Piper protested. âPretty please?â
Percy raised an eyebrow. âButtering me up isnât going to work, you know.â
âAnnabeth, help me convince your boyfriend,â Piper whined.
Annabeth paused mid-drink and looked between them. âDonât look at me. Iâm not the one thatâll get black-out drunk and try to like hunt for mermaids or something.â
That got a laugh out of everyone, much to Piperâs chagrin.
After they finished eating, they returned to their spot under the umbrella. Hazel and Frank went back to laze around in the water while Rachel and Leo decided to go build sandcastles on the beach. The rest of them sat under the umbrella and talked amongst themselves for a while, but eventually Jason left for the bathroom. Percy joined him because he said he had spotted a shop selling snow cones on the way here, leaving Annabeth alone with Piper.
Once they were out of earshot, Piper turned to Annabeth with a wolfish grin. âLovinâ the swimsuit, babe.â
âThis is hardly anything special,â Annabeth said, rolling her eyes. She was just wearing a plain black two piece sheâd found at Target the summer before.
Piper raised an eyebrow and said, âPercy certainly seemed to think it was. Boy couldnât take his eyes off you.â
Annabeth blinked in surprise. Piper had to be trolling her. Sure, she had felt his eyes on her a few times, but that didnât mean anything.
âYouâre obviously fucking with me.â
âIâm being serious,â Piper laughed. âYou look hot, Annababe.â
Annabeth looked down at her swimsuit and felt her face heat up. She didnât really think she was much to look at honestly. It wasnât like she had low self-esteem or anything, but her body had always been more of an instrument to her than a source of beauty. If you asked her, the only things she really had going for her were her height and the slender, toned physique that she had built over years of running long distance. Beyond that, Annabeth thought she was rather plain.
âThanks,â Annabeth mumbled.
âYouâre welcome,â Piper said, stifling a yawn. âI wonder whatâs taking him so long.â
Annabeth shielded her eyes from the sun and scanned the beach for Percy, but she didnât see him anywhere. Instead of sitting around and getting stuck in her thoughts, Annabeth decided to take her mind off things and search for him instead.
She stood up and brushed the sand off her thighs and said, âIâm gonna go look for him.â
âOk, stay safe,â Piper said. âI think Iâm going to take a nap.â
Annabeth nodded and made her way back in the direction of the parking lot. Percy had said that the snow cone shop was on the other end, but he still should have gotten back by now. Maybe he was having trouble carrying all those snow cones by himself or perhaps the line was really long. She made it all the way to the shop without running into Percy, and she couldnât see him standing in line either.
She scanned the surrounding area for him without much luck and almost gave up on her search when she spotted the familiar outline of his back. He was cradling a carton of snow cones in his arms and talking to two college aged girls. Annabeth took a step forward, trepidation filling her chest. She couldnât make out the look on his face because his back was turned towards her, but she thought she caught a glimpse of a polite, confused smile on his face, like he wasnât entirely sure why the girls were talking to him.
Annabeth balled her hands in fists at her sides and clenched her jaw. It was obvious by the way the girls laughed sycophantically and twirled their hair, practically thrusting their tits in his face, that they were hitting on him. What did the idiot think would happen if he was gonna waltz around the beach shirtless like that?
She had half a mind to go over and interrupt them, but for some reason she found herself rooted in place. Annabeth wasnât sure why she disliked them so much, but the more she thought about it, the less reason she realized she had to interfere. Percy wasnât actually her boyfriend after all. Besides, he was free to leave at any time, but he hadnât which probably meant he wanted to be there. In any case, it was none of her business to step in.
And yet, she couldnât force herself to simply turn on her heels and leave either.
But then one of the girls, a haughty looking redhead, started tugging on his forearm insistently. Percy made a small show of resistance, enough to show he wasnât interested, but apparently they didnât seem to pick up on that because the other girl decided to help her friend by tugging Percyâs other arm.
Annabeth moved without realizing what she was doing and pulled Percy against her chest. A possessive thrill rushed through her when the look of discomfort on his face gave way to relief once he saw her.
She positioned herself in front of Percy and glared at the girls. âWhatâs going on here?â
The redheadâs eyes flashed with irritation, but she forced herself to muster a saccharine smile. âOh, we were just inviting him to come have some drinks with us.â
âCanât you see heâs clearly uncomfortable?â Annabeth asked. âIâm guessing he even told you he doesnât drink too.â
The girls exchanged looks with each other. âI mean, he was obviously joking about that.â
Annabeth raised an eyebrow. âOr maybe you just donât know how to take no for an answer.â
The girls recoiled like they had been slapped across the face. Annabeth took the opportunity to whisper to Percy that they were leaving and led him away by the hand before the girls could react. The girls protested behind them, but the only thing Annabeth could focus on was the feeling of Percyâs hand in hers. Blood pounded in Annabethâs ears, and something simmered in her veins like magma. It took her a while to realize that Percy was calling out for her to stop.
âAnnabeth, slow down,â Percy said. âYouâre hurting me.â
Annabeth dropped his wrist like sheâd been burned and looked away. âSorry.â
Percy set the snow cones down and rubbed his wrist. âAre you okay?â
âIâm fine.â
âAre you sur-â
âI said Iâm fine,â Annabeth snapped.
Her tone was harsh enough to prove she was lying, but she couldnât help it. Something dark smoldered in the pit of her stomach, making her restless. She didnât know what it was, but the sensation was intolerable and she wanted it to stop.
Percy put a hand on her shoulder and forced her to face him. âHey, whatâs wrong?â
Annabeth balled her hands into fists and stared at her feet. âI-I donât know. Iâm just- I donât know, I feel really weird.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI just hated it, seeing the way they were clinging on to you,â Annabeth said tightly. âWhy didnât you just leave? It was like you wanted them to fawn all over you.â
âI tried but they wouldnât let me leave.â
Annabeth met his eyes for the first time. âIf you really wanted to leave, they wouldnât have been able to stop you.â
Percy blinked in surprise and furrowed his brow. âAre you- are you jealous?â
Annabeth crossed her arms over her chest, and her face began to prickle. âI-I donât know. I just didnât like it.â
Percyâs lips tugged upwards involuntarily in a smile, making Annabeth even angrier. âWhatâs so funny?â
Percy hid his smile behind his hand. âOh, um, nothing. Sorry. I just wanted to say that you didnât have anything to worry about. They were making me super uncomfortable.â
Annabeth pursed her lips and said, âI find that kind of hard to believe.â
âAnnabeth, come on, you could tell that they were creeping the fuck out of me from a mile away,â Percy said exasperatedly.
That was enough to coax a smile out of her. âYou mean you didnât like getting eye fucked by total strangers?â
Percy gave her an incredulous look and said, âYou know, having tried it, I canât really say itâs for me.â
âYeah?â Annabeth asked, grinning.
âYes,â Percy said flatly. âBesides, I already have a lovely fake-girlfriend willing to save me when Iâm a damsel in distress.â
Annabethâs heart skipped a beat. âSounds like a real catch.â
âOh, she most definitely is.â
Annabeth knew that Percy had meant it as a joke, but it made her heart squeeze a little in her chest all the same. She turned away before her face turned red and fought the ridiculous urge to smile. Christ, she needed to get ahold of herself.
âYou good?â Percy asked carefully.
Annabeth nodded. âYeah.â
âWe should get going then,â Percy said. âThe snow cones are starting to melt.â
âAnd whoâs fault is that?â Annabeth said, raising an eyebrow.
âDonât be rude to the guy that bought you a strawberry-rhubarb snow cone.â
âA thousand apologies, your majesty.â
Percy hummed happily to himself. âThatâs more like it.â
:::
After sunset, they finally left the beach and made for Rachelâs villa. The villa was massive, easily twice the size of Annabethâs house, and designed in a Spanish style. Annabeth took a moment to admire the terracotta tiled roof, and the large windows that allowed for a generous view of the Pacific. The villa had six separate bedrooms, which she personally found a bit excessive, but it proved to be for the best since there were eight of them. After Rachel took a room for herself, the rest of them drew straws to determine who would have a room to themselves, and Annabeth somehow managed to win.
Annabethâs first course of action after dropping off her luggage was to shower. She didnât like having to shower after spending so much time in the ocean since it made her skin all dry and wrinkly, but it was still a relief to finally wash off all the sand that had stuck to her all day. Unfortunately, Annabeth had been forced to pack in a hurry, so she could only change into what she worn earlier that morning. She had only brought a single change of clothes with her and that was for tomorrow.
She took some time to admire her room while she towel-dried her hair. It wasnât particularly large, but it was tastefully decorated. A large queen bed sat in the center of the room, flanked by a small cherry wood drawer. Sheer linen curtains framed a tall window that looked out over the ocean. Annabeth leaned against the open window sill and drank in the view of the Pacific. The full moon hung directly overhead and cast its pale, diffused reflection onto the dark water below.
Just as she finished drying her hair, there was a knock at her door. Percy peered into her room, fiddling with the zipper on his sweatshirt.
âHey, ready to go? I think Jason and Leo are getting the fire started.â
Annabeth set her towel aside and nodded. âYeah, letâs go.â
The bonfire was nearly fully lit by the time they arrived. Jason sat atop one of the four logs circling the pit and kept a watchful eye on the flames. Off to the side, Frank was helping Leo dump some charcoal into the mouth of an expensive looking barbeque grill. Rachel and Hazel chatted to themselves and cut meat and vegetables at the outdoor kitchen countertop. Piper was the only one that appeared to be missing.
Percy noticed that Frank and Leo were having trouble and went over to help them with the grill, leaving Annabeth alone. She didnât want to be the only one twiddling her thumbs so she figured she would go and help Rachel and Hazel.
âNeed any help?â Annabeth asked them.
Hazel shook her head. âNo thanks. We are pretty much done here, but we appreciate the offer.â
âBesides, not sure how much I trust you in the kitchen with a knife,â Rachel teased.
âIâm not completely hopeless. I made Percy chicken soup when he got sick, and he said it was pretty good,â Annabeth protested.
Rachel laughed and said, âYou could literally make Percy drink poison, and heâd tell you it was delicious if you were the one that made it.â
Blood rushed to Annabethâs face, making Rachel laugh even harder. She patted Annabethâs shoulder benevolently and said, âTrust me. Itâs for your own good, Chase.â
Annabeth shrugged her off and sat on one of the logs with a scowl. âWhereâs Piper?â
âRachel forgot to get her ingredients, so she had to go buy herself dinner again, the poor girl,â Hazel said.
Rachel looked repentant enough for Annabeth to feel sorry for her, so Annabeth tried to comfort her by saying, âSheâs probably more than happy to have Taco Bell twice in one day.â
Annabeth started when someone swatted the back of her head. She turned and looked up with a frown to see Piper standing behind her, holding a burrito.
âHeard that, asshole.â
âYouâre literally eating a burrito right now,â Annabeth muttered.
Piperâs face turned pink. âItâs from Chipotle! You can tell by the size!â
âWow, someoneâs getting adventurous,â Annabeth deadpanned.
Piper sat down at the log across from her, beside Jason, and narrowed her eyes. âBite me.â
Annabeth was interrupted by Leo before she could respond. He skipped over to them with a manic grin and said, âWe finally got the grill working!â
âYouâre not gonna accidentally blow us up or anything right?â Piper asked dubiously.
âPipes, charcoal canât explode,â Leo said flatly. âI know youâre a vegetarian and all, but thatâs literally second grade science class.â
âYou can never be too sure when it comes to you,â Piper sniffed.
Leo rolled his eyes and waltzed over to Hazel and Rachel. âLooks like youâre almost done! Iâll start taking things over to the grill to get started.â
âFrank, make sure you keep an eye on him!â Hazel shouted when Leo took a plateful of meat and vegetables with him.
Rachel declared to the group that she would go find where her father had stashed his alcohol and returned a short while later with an assortment of liquor and a tray full of glasses. They all poured themselves drinks, apart from Percy, and sat around the fire.
Annabeth had helped herself to some fancy looking bourbon, mainly because she had never tried it before. Her first sip made her throat burn and forced her to cough. Percy gave her a worried look, but she ignored him and took another sip. Once she got over how strong it was, she had to admit that the bourbon was really good. It didnât take long for that familiar warmth to spread through her body and soften the harsh edges of the world around her.
It took some time for the food to arrive, but it was well worth the wait. Frank had found an array of spices in the kitchen pantry to season the meat with, so even the smell was incredible. After an exhausting day at the beach, they all practically inhaled their food. Piper finished her food first since she had a head start and set up a smores station for dessert. It wasnât long before they were fighting for spots to roast their marshmallows on the fire.
Later, Rachel disappeared inside the villa and returned with an acoustic guitar. She strummed a few chords and started singing softly, the sound of waves and the crackling fire providing an ambient backdrop. At first, she sang on her own and they were content to listen, but as they got more drunk and uninhibited, they would join in whenever she played a tune they recognized. Barring Frank and Piper, the rest of them were practically tone-deaf, so it sounded so bad that it would send them all into fits of laughter.
It was at times like this that Annabeth was struck by just how lucky she was to have such good friends. She didnât have many good things in her life, but this was one of them and it wouldnât last forever. There was no telling where they would all be in a years time or if they would ever be this close again, but that didnât make her feel sad. Instead, an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude surged through her veins, compelling her to drink in every moment and seat it into her memory so that she would never forget.
But through it all, Annabeth found her eyes drawn to the boy sitting beside her the most. She unconsciously pulled herself closer to Percy over the course of the night and luxuriated in the way their elbows knocked together, a reminder that he was there. Annabeth would catch herself staring at him and the way the flames lit up his laughing face, making him all look every bit as invincible as she felt. At some point, she caught his hand and tangled his fingers between her own, and when he squeezed her hand, she smiled so hard it hurt.
As the night wore on, more of them left, unable to stay awake any longer, until eventually Percy and Annabeth were the only one remaining. The quietness was welcome change after all the noise they had been making, but it was hard not to fall asleep the sound of the rolling waves. Annabeth struggled to keep her drooping eyes open, but Percy looked perfectly fine, probably because he was the only one who hadnât drank.
âYou should go get some sleep,â Percy murmured. âLook like youâre gonna pass out.â
Annabeth hummed and rested her head on his shoulder. âDonât want to.â
âIf youâre expecting me to carry you, youâre going to be sorely mistaken,â Percy said, raising an eyebrow. âYouâre too heavy.â
If she had the energy, Annabeth would have scowled. âRude.â
Percy grinned and looked out over the ocean with a pensive, almost melancholy look. Annabeth poked his cheek with her finger to get him to look at her.
âWhat are you thinking about?â she asked.
âI donât know,â Percy said. âAbout everything, I guess.â
âHmm, deep.â
Percy laughed and said, âAlright, smarty pants, I was thinking about the future and my friends and you.â
âThen why do you look so sad?â Annabeth asked, sitting up straighter.
Percy blinked in surprise and said, âI look sad?â
Annabeth nodded and pressed a finger to his brow. âYouâre giving yourself wrinkles, like you always do when youâre upset.â
There was a pause before Percy said, âRemember earlier when you saved me from those college girls?â
âWhat about it?â
Percy stared up at the sky and smiled bitterly. âI never imagined you would ever get jealous over me.â
Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but Annabeth found herself saying, âNeither did I.â
Percy turned to her with wide eyes, making her frown. âWhat?â
âI, uh, wasnât expecting you to answer seriously.â
Annabeth rolled her eyes and nudged him affectionately. âIâm taking this seriously because you are.â
Percy smiled softly and said, âThanks, I appreciate it.â
âYouâre welcome, you dork,â Annabeth said fondly. âHonestly, since when did you become the serious, responsible out of the two of us. What ever happened to the kid that caught frogs during recess and put worms in Nancy Bobofitâs locker?â
Percy laughed and said, âWell, one of us had to grow up, so I figured it might as well be me.â
Annabeth half-heartedly jabbed him with her elbow. âJerk.â
âYouâve grown up a lot too,â Percy said. âYou just donât realize it.â
âYeah, how so?â Annabeth asked, raising an eyebrow.
âYouâve learned to temper yourself. When you were younger, it was like fire ran through your veins. You acted like the world and everything were promised to you, not out of some sense of arrogance, but like it was your birthright. I remember how you used to argue with the teachers and stuff in front of the whole class because it never occurred to you that there were people you shouldnât pick fights with. I was always kind of in of awe of how stupidly brave you were. I still am,â Percy said, softly.
A lump formed in Annabethâs throat. Percy was right, about everything, but that wasnât what was getting to her. It was the fact that his words were a testament to the fact that he had been there with her since the beginning. He had seen her as a bossy, bratty little seven year old and had stuck by her side all the way till now.
âWe have been through a lot together, havenât we?â Annabeth asked thickly.
The tender look in Percyâs eyes made her heart squeeze a little in her chest. âYeah, we have.â
Annabeth screwed her eyes shut, unable to look at him. She didnât want this to end, but the moment was beginning to get too much for her, so she stood up suddenly.
âAlright, enough with all the sappiness,â Annabeth said. âRace you to the beach?â
Without waiting for him to respond, Annabeth took off for the waterâs edge, running as hard as she could. Percy started a moment later, humoring her like always, and quickly made up the distance. If it wasnât for the sand and the fact that she was super drunk, Annabeth would have won, but it wasnât long before Percy caught up to her and slung her over his shoulder. Annabeth shrieked and pounded on his back.
âYou better not dump me in the water, you asshole!â Annabeth yelled.
Percy ignored her and sped towards the water, making her fear for the worst. She braced herself for impact, but it never came. Instead, he set her down onto dry sand and grinned down at her. Annabeth scowled and stood up, dusting the sand off her shorts, watching as he rolled up his shorts and waded further into the water. The encroaching tide was cold enough to make her jump when it tickled her toes, but Percy seemed perfectly fine going knee deep into it.
The moonlight streamed down on him, illuminating half his face with its pale glow. Wind rustled his hair and billowed through his clothes as he stared out at the horizon. Under the moonlight, he seemed to age backwards and actually look his eighteen years - the hard lines of worry on his brow smoothened, and the tightness and frustration in his jaws released. There was something about his pale figure standing in the inky sea that made him look so beautiful and true that it made it hard for her to breathe. It reminded her of how Piper had said she had fallen for Jason, how he had seemed to glow, and she couldnât help feeling like she understood exactly what Piper had meant.
Percy noticed her looking and raised an eyebrow. âWhat?â
Annabeth balled her hands into fists at her side. She wasnât ready to say it. Not yet. âN-Nothing.â
Percy didnât look convinced, but he shrugged all the same. Annabeth stared down at her feet so that she wouldnât be forced to look at him, but her heart pounded in her chest urgently. She started when Percy draped his sweatshirt over her shoulders and stepped past her. It was warm, and it smelled like him.
âIâm gonna head inside,â Percy said softly. âDonât stay out for too long, okay?â
Annabeth nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Percy lingered there for a moment longer before leaving. Annabeth waited till she heard him enter the villa before she collapsed down on the sand and hugged her knees to her chest. An explanation for her actions and feelings today were finally starting to dawn on her, which sent equal parts terror and exhilaration coursing through her as she stared up at the moon. Her inability to look at him conflicting with her desire never to leave him, the nervousness and exhilaration, the jealousy - all of it pointed to one thing. She was just having a hard time accepting it.
Whenever Annabeth had imagined falling in love, she had expected it to strike her like a bolt of lightning, illuminating her with a sudden, arresting, all-consuming knowledge.
She hadnât ever imagined that it would be like this: soft and gentle, like an unfolding discovery, the way the petals unfurled when a flower bloomed. And yet, just as sure, just as certain.
Annabeth buried her face in her hands. Try as she might, she couldnât deny it any longer.
Fuck.
She was in love with him, wasnât she? She was in love with Percy Jackson.
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⼠Liz, Blacked ⼠by Zenalite
Chapter 0 - Friend âĽ
Liz got dragged on a trip with her parents while her boyfriend, Kyle, stayed home. While they were both introverts that spent all day inside, Kyle remained hyper-jealous of any attention Liz received from other guys. It didn't help that Liz insisted on keeping an Instagram to "feel good" about herself. She would always take a picture of herself in jeans or shorts, her showing her big booty to the world. Liz was a chubby redhead with no chest at all, but her hips stretched wide and her soft ass remained incredibly round. When she wore tight jeans the buns would fold over her thighs, the fabric stretching so much that the pantylines came clear. It especially bothered Kyle when some of the senior guys called catcalled her down the school hallways. But it was always the black ones that made a grab for her ass while Kyle watched, all helpelss. Liz cursed them and told him she hated it - though her cheeks reddened and she always giggled when it happened. And it hardly stopped her from buying ever-tighter pants and uploading pics that would get thousand of likes from old pervs. Kyle never found the courage to stand up and tell her to cut it out. She was so sweet on all other matters, and he felt so lucky to have her and so afraid to lose her that he learned to keep his mouth permanently shut. When she arrived, Liz texted him a picture of a large cabin surrounded by looming pine trees and distant peak, insisting that she couldn't stop sweating and it was much warmer than it looked. That wasn't on his mind. What about the guys? How many guys were there? But Liz would answer that herself... :there's such an annoying guy here omg: :what's he doing?: :annoying me: :maybe he's just trying to be friendly: :i doubt it lol he keeps asking me if i have a boyfriend: An hour later she Instagramed a picture of her with a guy, captioning: My new best friend! A black guy a little older than they were, very skinny, with his arm wrapped around her shoulder as they both smiled at the camera. Kyle's stomach twisted in a knot and a cold chill went up his spine. Why did this have to happen? She later explained that the guy wasn't so bad and she ended up making friends with him. During the call, she kept giggling and insisting at that other guy to stop, till she finally told Kyle she would call back and hanged up. Kyle broke down. He wept, frustrated by this black guy that would steal his beloved Liz. He decided to write her an email, pouring in all his sadness, trying to make her feel his hurt while justifying his jealousy sparked by her careless behavior. Liz responded. She apologized for her behavior but also wondered what she could do to stop this from happening since it was out of her control. Nevertheless, she promised to keep away from the guy and reminded Kyle that they had been together for years and always would.  But that wasn't enough. What he needed to know was what had happened already. He answered saying that all would be forgiven, so long as she remained truthful. The question was whether or not the guy had touched her. :yes: :and what did you do?: :nothing baby... i'm too shy to say anything: :you didn't tell me anything either: :because i'm scared...: Scared... For him, the arousal began to kick in. Thinking that the was being cucked from so far away, imagining that guy's hands going all over her soft and willing body, his white girlfriend submitting to a black guy, perpetuating the meme... :where did he touch you: :my butt i guess: :he grabs your butt: :yeah: Kyle couldn't help himself. The one question he would ask was the one that confirmed all cucks and opened the road to their annihilation. :did you like it: No response. Maddening. In that empty period he searched and found that Liz had added the guy to her Instagram and vice versa. Not only that, but she was featured in a post of his. She bent down to get something, and he managed to take a shot of her ass from behind, the fabric of her kaki shorts stretching to the breaking point as his hand hovered a centimeter away from making contact. Gonna get this white ass soon. Why was it always the case that black guys wanted her so much? Even her followers were always black guys... Finally, Liz texted back. :i'm sorry for all this: But later that night, on his page, he uploaded another picture of Liz, this time with the two of them sitting at dinner. So she wasn't avoiding him after all... Lying bitch. What's worst was that Kyle didn't know how to breach the topic anymore at all. It was likely that so much more was going on, but how could he begin to admit it? If he messaged her now and said that he saw the post, she would just get the guy to stop posting and he would be on the outs completely. The next day she texted him saying she hadn't spoken to anyone and that she sent her love. Meanwhile, he posted yet again. Liz lying facedown on a blanket, sunbathing in a bikini, her pale ass glistening.  Had he been the one to oil her up? Kyle was dying to know. The cuck in him was willing to sacrifice his dignity just to get to hear about it. He wrote to her that he was sorry about before, that he was too jealous, and that he would not mind at all if she spent time with that guy. :really? but won't you get mad?: She went on. :what if he touches me again?: :i mean if you don't mind i don't mind but i'd like you to tell me about it: Spoken like a true cuck. That sealed the deal. After this point, whenever Kyle would ask her what she was doing, Liz would tell him flat out that she was hanging out with her "friend". Questioned a little more, she would admit that the guy was trying to touch her up and flirting with her all day long. :i can't do anything about it: :i don't mind it: :you're so sweet âĽ: :i actually think itâs kind of hot lol: A pause. :me too lol: So she liked it. Of course she did. It was all true. White girls melted before black guys. :is he touching you right now?: In response, Liz sent him a picture of her leg. On her pale thigh, just where her shorts ended, his black hand rested possessively, wrapping around... :thatâs so fucking hot âĽ: Kyle cringed at his own messages. :thanks sweetieâŚ: Liz went and posted it to Instagram under the tags #interracial #interraciallove #vacation #teamblackboys. The thousands of likes soon followed. So this was what it was like to be cucked. :can i please see more âĽ: :lol maybe if youâre good ^_^: His profile was full of pictures and videos of her ass, and now it appeared that he began to squeeze it for real. He laughed in the comments section at the fact that her white boyfriend was okay with all of it. Kyle jerked and stared as the same thing repeated on his screen: his black fingers digging into her pale flesh while Liz giggled happily and joking asked him to stop. Yet another white teen getting blacked. Was that not how it should be? Kyle got what he wanted. Pictures and videos flooded both their profiles, with them doing all sorts of things together. Finally, Liz topped it all when she posted a video of the two of them making out at the dinner table, while her parents could be heard clapping in the background at the sight of it. Young interracial love. They did it slowly, their tongues reaching out for one another, exploring each other's mouth, his black hand moving through her red hair and down to squeeze her plump butt. And Liz found it necessary to broadcast this to the world. Thanks to my boyfriend for being the sweetest and understanding my needs. Kyle, I know you're reading this âĽ. The girls in comments congratulated their relationship for being so progressive and open, while the many guy followers laughed at Kyle openly. Total humiliation. And it was just the beginning.
Chapter 1 - Liz Thoughts #1
Liz couldn't sleep. All night long she thought of Derek. He had entered her life like a storm, stirring in her feelings she had never thought possible. Her whole body tingled with desire from the moment she put her eyes on him. Â There he was, this gorgeous dark man, standing there shirtless, casually going around in cotton shorts that showed his dick swinging freely. And so big... How could anyone have a dick that big? She always heard that black guys were well-endowed, and a lot of the stuff she watched on her own was interracial porn, but she had never expected to see anything like it in real life.... "Who are you, beautiful?" he had asked, coming right up to her. Liz remained speechless. She couldn't remember what she had stammered in reply, but Derek smoothly ran his fingers over her arm and said he hoped to see her later. Her pussy ran wet constantly from that point on. And Derek put his hands on her whenever he could. Wrapping his arms around his waist, grinding her into his crotch, moving his hand down to grab her ass... She could feel the gigantic cock pushing against her, hot and hard, sending shivers down her spine... Please... With her parents right there. Was this real life? Not only did they seem to approve, but even Kyle began to asking her how it was going. They were supportive? Kyle seemed more desperate to see her getting blacked by Derek than she was. Her friends were right, he was a real cuck. But that made her happy. It was cute, and it gave her the freedom she needed... She still couldn't tell how she remained sane when he massaged her. Her parents had made her sunbathe with them outside, and when Derek returned with his family from hiking, he overheard her mother's cry that she use sunscreen and offered to put it all over her. His dark hands explored every inch of her willing body. Liz trembled and did her best to stop from moaning. Derek applied pressure all over, but especially when he kneaded the buns of her ass, spreading the suncreen all over, letting one finger occassionally slip between her legs and brush against her melting pussy. Liz wanted him. Needed him. Desperately. The more she thought about the stereotypical black-obsessed, cheating white girl she was becoming, the more it turned her on, and the more she loved it. Posting that video of the two of them kissing to Instagram had made her lose her mind, and she spent half the night looking at it, reading through the comments, finger-fucking herself like a lunatic as she imagined Derek fucking her. Better yet, fucking her in front of Kyle. Yes, that would be best... Breaking her boyfriend before her eyes and then breaking her in turn like a white slut and filling her up with his sweet seed. How could she sleep with this on her mind? With Derek just a door down from her...
Chapter 2 - Linking UpÂ
Things were strange.  While the overall number of messages between them increased, the sort of things Liz said and asked of Kyle made him uneasy. Why was she so interested in knowing his opinion all of a sudden? :have you ever jerked off to my photos?:  That was her original question that he gave a normal, understandable, positive answer to. :have you jerked off to the photos of me and him?: :yes: :lol:  The reaction alone made his guts wrench. There was no other reason to pose such questions except to humiliate him, and she seemed intent on doing just that... :why:  He took his time before replying again. :because you look so good together: :awww thanks baby...:  Liz and her family were about halfway into her vacation. Kyle hadn't left his room, never mind his home, for days. This whole thing remained surreal. The idea that she would come home and he would have to talk to her in real life after all this happened, or, worse, that kids from school would ask him what's going on made him feel sick.  What was there even to say?  Liz's profile grew and grew. More people than ever were liking her content and commenting positively on it, which seemed to increase the frequency of her posts.  Every morning she would have a dressing-up vid where she started off in her boyshorts, only to force some jeans or yoga pants over her fat butt inch by painful inch, pushing the waistband into the white flesh and jiggling it for effect, showing off before her black male followers.  #pawg #goodmorning #toobig  Everyone knew what his girlfriend looked like.  And everyone knew she cucked him.  As hot as it was painful.  Only in the darker moments after he was all fapped out did Kyle think to wonder about their future. :do you still love me?: :of course!!! how can you even ask that?: :because you're spending all this time with your... friend: :well he makes me very happy but in a different way:  As for what way that might be she soon clarified with another message... :in a way that you can't:  That was the crux of it, wasn't it? It wasn't that he was bad. It wasn't that he had been a bad boyfriend, or anything like that.  But he just happened to be a white loser, when he needed to be a black bull in order to satisfy Liz.  He knew this now.  It was easy to tell from the way she had fallen head over heels for this guy that it was nothing rational, nor based on trust and romance as their relationship was.  Liz simply needed a black cock in her life to make her feel whole. And it seemed to Kyle that by letting her get that, she loved him for it, even if she couldn't stop teasing him about it. :am i a good boyfriend: :the best honey: :could i do anything better?: :well not as a boyfriend: :then as what?:  A painstaking half hour until her reply. Did she just do this on purpose? :you could be a better cuck:  Kyle's heart drummed so hard he could barely hear anything else. Did she mean that? Did she want him to... :what can i do: :be a bit more supportive... maybe start commenting on my stuff:  So he took the time to make an Instagram account of his own, and on it added a picture of himself without a description, and followed her. Then he liked all her posts, and planted emoticons in the comment sections of most. :is this good: :nooooooo: :okay but why?: :there's no picture of us!!!:  He changed his account picture and added one they had taken together at a local faire. :now?: :and description:  Description... He could write his name, his age, but what else? :what do i say: :exactly what there is to say:  A few minutes later, he had come up with a description.  I'm Kyle, honored to be the boyfriend of @paleredliz, and proud to be cucked by her. I know my place. :is that good: :âĽâĽâĽâĽâĽâĽâĽâĽâĽâĽâĽâĽ:  Next she uploaded a video in which she tagged him in the caption. She was on the couch lying on her chest, with her ass in the guy's lap. First she smiled, and as the camera panned behind her, his black hand slowly rolled back her shorts, exposing her pale ass. Then his fingers plunged into the deep flesh, kneading it hard as she began to giggle.  When had he ever touched her that way?  Never, and he never would.  That beautiful round ass was the property of black men only.  Kyle let it play over, and over, and over....  Thanks to my boyfriend @cuckiekyle for being so supportive of me getting all the love I need no matter where it comes from. I love you, honey!!! #pawg #interraciallove #teamblackboys  Kyle finally found the courage and commented as well.  I love you too, it's my pleasure. You two really look so good together. #interraciallove  He couldn't believe what his hands were writing and what he was posting and yet he did it anyway. His cock just hardened all the more at the thought of all those people reading that comment and knowing that he was real, and that he truly did approve of this and spurred it on.  And the comments did come...  The hottest thing was just how many teen girls wrote saying he was brave and a proper boyfriend and that they wished they could be with someone like him. Not ugly girls. Gorgeous ones.All encouraging each other to take the same path and convince their boyfriends of accepting BBC into their life for the good of everyone.  Of course, plenty of white guys all called him a stupid cuck, but going by their ugly faces and their soulless profiles filled only with pictures of food, cars, and their dogs, he doubted they were doing much better.  The message was clear: White guys neither wanted nor needed.  Why be proud and suffer when you could submit and live well?  Liz texted him. :thank you for that: :i was happy to do it: :you really are a good cuck baby ^^: :thank you...: :i have a surprise for you: :please show me...:  The gift wasn't what he was expecting. Rather than receiving a picture or video of Liz, the photo was of her bull's crotch. He wore a pair of shorts that outlined his cock snaking down his thigh perfectly... with the head even popping out of them a little.  He did not need her prompt. :it's so beautiful!!!: :right it's huge and tummy:  Here he was, admiring another guy's cock with his girlfriend. But how could he not? It was so thick and long and black. She needed it inside her. He desperately wanted her to have it.  It was his duty to make sure she got it. :i can't wait for you to taste it: :lol you're telling me: :i'm so much smaller than he is: :lol but it's okay you don't need to use yours:  That was true. He would never have to use it for anything ever again except stroking himself.  He was, after all, just a white cuck.  Fucking was for strong black males. :should i invite him to my room tonight: :please do...: :okay i promise i will if you want me to:  Kyle waited anxiously for it to get dark. :did you invite him: :yes baby i did: :and??:  A video went up of them in bed together shot from her POV. Liz had her thick leg wrapped around him, her naked thigh gently brushing against his rising crotch. His bulge was huge. His hand rested casually on her ass in the corner of the video, the contrast of it maddening.  He needed to take it out...  This was followed by a video of the two of them making out, their Liz giggling as her tongue smacked against his, their faces lit by the glow television.  He had never seen Liz look so desperate and at peace at the same time.  Kyle commented on what a perfect sight it was. :holy fuck baby it's so big:  That could only mean one thing. :did you touch it: :fuck yes lol it's amazing: :can i see: :sadly no but maybe soon... more tomorrow: :please just a little bit... at least tell me about it:  There was no reply. He insisted. :please?:  Silence.Â
Chapter 3 - Loyalty
The whole night he stayed await waiting for a reply until he fell asleep. By the time he woke up Kyle found his phone drained on his chest. He rushed to find the charger, excited out of his mind to see what Liz had been up to. Surely she has to have sent something by now. First his phone showed no messages at all. But then the thing buzzed in quick succession like a man in need of an exorcism. There were twelve messages from Liz along with some updates from his instagram. :baby!!! :iâve got such a surprise for you⌠:^.^ And then over the following half an hour: :baby are you there? :honey :aaaaaaaaa :where are you now? :i was so excited to share this with you :i guess iâm not important enough for you :huh? :oh well :maybe tomorrow Kyle couldnât believe it. He had fallen asleep only minutes before she messaged him, and he missed out on all of it! The frustration built up to such an extent he was moments away from crying. He had missed this once in a lifetime opportunity⌠:IâM HERE NOW :I AM SO SORRY :SO SO SORRY!!! There were no pictures sent to him - nothing. With trembling hands he went to check her instagram page and found that she had uploaded two different pictures. The first, posted sometime last night showed her grabbing something through fabric. But it didnât take much for Kyle to figure out that the thing her dainty white hand wrapped around mustâve been the bullâs shaft through his shorts. The people in the comments thought as much as well. They spammed with messages about how lucky Liz was and how she needed to show them the full thing. And then there were a few cucks posting about how they couldnât compete with anything like that. The second, posted an hour later, showed her pale butt in the glow of the TV getting palmed by the guyâs hand. The fact that the strong black hand could only fill up about half of her asscheek proved just how round and fat her ass truly was.  Now the comments were going crazy with appreciation for her juicy white ass, and plenty of black guys were posting about how they wanted a turn with her as well. :god, your pictures are amazing :youâre amazing Kyle stroked himself gently, trying not to come as he waited for her to get back to him. He needed to hear about her experience firsthand. About an hour later she finally got back to him. :glad you think so⌠:shame you werenât there last night :i was going to let you give me directions Fuck, he thought. Iâm so stupid. How could he have passed out like that? :iâm really sorry⌠:how can i make it up to you? :iâll think about it :but first i still have a surprise for you It said: Liz is sending an image⌠Kyle swallowed hard, unbelievably horny. He wiped the sweat from his brow and squeezed his pencil dick hard. Not to come, but to keep it from doing so⌠The picture that arrived wasnât what he expected.  He thought that it would be Liz making out with her bull or stroking him, or at the very least a picture of her together with him in bed. But the picture didnât even feature his girlfriend in any way. Instead, it only had the bull. Only his BBC. Kyle stared at the beautiful cock that appeared on his screen breathlessly. It was neither hard nor soft but somewhere in between. The shaft jotted out like a log from the base, then slowly curved along with the pull of gravity, tapering down to the uncut head. Glorious veins branched all over it - he couldnât begin to imagine how it mustâve throbbed in her hand. :do you like it? < 3 Kyle felt no hesitation in telling her the truth. :itâs amazing :heâs teasing me with it a lot :getting me to do dirty things :before iâm allowed to do more :like what? :secret, baby, secret :at least for now :but i did make you a video last night :though... :i was thinking you should prove to me how loyal you are :in order to get to see it :how? The reservations about posting on his cuck account were totally gone. He would do anything to get to see more. Anything at all. :how about you order yourself a nice chastity cage? Ah. Of course. After reading through all these blogs he knew that was a necessity. :IâLL DO IT :good honey <3 :as soon as you show me :iâll give you your surprise video His mind reeled at the possibility of what that video might be. Her giving him a handjob? A blowjob? More? Surely she wouldnât tease him in this way for nothing. It had to be something. He went on a search to find the quickest place to buy have one ordered, then realize it would be quicker to just go and get it in real life. He couldnât wait a day for this. Kyle greeted his parents quickly when he came out of his room, then hopped on his bike and went to the nearest store in town to get one. Am I really doing this? he wondered as he cycled back with it in the bag. There would be consequences to all this. How could he go back to school? But the worries of a month from now all faded away for the time being. He locked himself up as soon as he got home and sent her a picture of his pink chastity cage. His pathetically small white dick fit snugly in it. :awww, itâs so cute < 3 :i love it darling :this is exactly what i wanted His fingers shook the phone as he typed. :can i see now? Liz is sending a video⌠ How could anything be this slow?
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seaside - p. parker
(sci-fi, part ii)
pairing: peter parker x reader
word count: 2.2k
warnings: none! fluff <3
summary: y/n is terrified of the sea, but this is completely unbeknownst to peter, who asks her out on a dateâto the beach. luckily, though, they were together, and the water wasnât too cold today.
note: please do not plagiarise my work! (a/n: this is a continuation of sci-fi, which is a bookstore au oneshot that i wrote (it will give you more context) which you can find here but this can also be read on its own!)
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You didnât know why you agreed to go to the beach. You hadnât been in years, and you hadnât swam in a pool since kindergartenâlet alone the ocean.
Rubbing the sunscreen into your arms, you glanced into the floor-length mirror and tried to practice looking not-so-scared-of-the-water. You hoped that your nervousness wouldnât be too apparent, because while you were excited to hang out with Peter, you would have rather just gone to a cafĂŠ or something.
âOh yeah, also, are you free on Saturday?â Peter had asked, as the two of you were walking home one evening, after spending the entire afternoon reading together over some fruit smoothies at the shop.
âUh, I think?â You shrugged, âWhy?â
âDo you wanna go to the beach with me? I swear itâll be fun,â He said, rubbing his hands on his jeans, and looking incredibly jittery. You werenât sure why; youâd known each other for months! Surely he was comfortable enough by now?
At his suggestion, you sucked air through your teeth, hesitant at accepting. Youâd never found it important enough to tell people, but you had always feared the ocean, and the idea of going, voluntarily, so close to it, kind of freaked you out.
When Peter realised you hadnât responded and noted your expression, his face fell a bit and he quickly said, âIâm sorry, you donât have to, itâs okay if you donât want to go with me, I understand you might beâ,â
You were very quick to stop him, âNo, no, itâs not you, itâs just Iâ,â and just as you were about to decline, you sucked in some courage and changed your mind at the last second, âactually, no, itâs okay, Iâll go.â
You werenât sure what compelled you to agree, (maybe it was the fact that his puppy-dog eyes were just far too cute) but his eyes immediately lit up and he started telling you all about the beach excitedly, and soon your nervousness was forgotten.
But now, that nervousness had returned, in all of its glory. It was kind of pitiful; werenât teenagers supposed to love going to the beach? You heaved a sigh and pulled your bag over your shoulder, preparing yourself for the trek to the bus stop that would take you to the shore.
When the bus finally pulled into the station after twenty minutes of waiting, it was packed full, probably because it was a Saturday and everyone was trying to get to the beach, which made everything a million times worse.
The crowd left you itching in your newly bought swimwear, sitting underneath your cover-up. because you didnât own any before Peter had asked you. Thankfully, a quick shopping trip and a rather awkward conversation with a clothing shop employee had fixed that problem, with the nice lady reassuring you that this was what people wore to the beach nowadays, and that it looked fine.
When the bus pulled to the side at the beach, half of the crowd got off, and you were spat out of the bus as the excited children and their exhausted parents swarmed out of the vehicle. You did a quick check that you still had all of your things, and then pulled out your phone to call Peter. It seemed that wasnât necessary, though, because as soon as you hit dial and did a quick scan of the boardwalk, you found the boy you were looking for leaning against one of the fences, glancing around.
You caught his gaze and couldnât help the smile that lit up your face, despite the incredibly fast rate of your heart and your jitters. Even the sound of the ocean made you more nervous than you would have liked, and you hoped it wasnât too obvious.
Peter pushed himself off of the fence post he had been sitting on and rushed over to you, immediately offering to take one of your two bags. You gave him the lighter of the two after much insistence on his part to take at least something for you.
âThe bus was more crowded than usual, huh?â He said as the two of you started making your way down the path. You werenât sure where you were going, but at least it was away from the crowd that had just gotten off the bus and were still huddled around the stop. You chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as the wind pulled it out of place, âYeah, I mean, itâs Saturday, and the beach is a popular place, I guess. Do you come here often?â
Peter shrugged, âNot really, I mean, I really like to swim and everything but I have the internship and school, and I donât get time to come. Really would like to come more often, though,â He seemed to think for a brief moment, before adding quickly and nervously, âEspecially if itâs with you.â
A blush rose to his cheeks and he rubbed the back of his neck shyly.
You were left speechless, far too flattered to form a coherent sentence, and sputtered, âUh-yeah, oh, Iâd love to go outâuh, hang outâuh, yeah, uh more.â
Your words only made the situation more awkwardâand instead of comforting Peter and quelling his embarrassment, it only seemed to make his blush a deeper shade of tomato.
âUh, sorry,â He said, finally breaking the silence after walking wordlessly for several moments, âI didnât mean to make you feel uncomfortable, I was justâ,â
âItâs okay, really,â You assured him, giving him a small smile, glancing up so that you could meet his eyes, âItâs true. I really likeâuh, hanging out with you.â
The relief that spread across his features was almost comical; and you tried to bite back your giggles, but they still spilled past your lips, too insistent to be held back, and he exclaimed with a laugh, âHey, donât make fun of me, Y/N, Iâm really bad at this and I donât know what to say toâyou knowâ,â
You tapped his shoulder lightly and told him, âDonât worry about that, Peter,â and with a bout of newly found bravery, you said, âYouâre too cute.â
He blushed again, but this time the rosiness in his cheeks was accompanied by a bright smile and shining eyes.
***
When Peter had first suggested going to swim, youâd scrambled for an excuse, and managed to make one upâ âHey, um, Iâm kind of tired from the bus ride, do you wanna grab some ice cream as a refresher?â
He hadnât objected; instead, heâd been quick to agree and quite excited as he admired the massive array of flavours spread out in front of him as the two of you entered the cute little ice cream shop by the seaside. The shop was surprisingly emptyâyou supposed it was because the store was located a bit further away from the bus stop, and most people probably went straight to the water.
Ah, the water. You shoved all thoughts of the stuff out of your mind and focused on picking a flavour.
You quickly made your order of two scoops of chocolate, and received it, instantly starting to eat it, but Peter was very indecisive about his flavours. There seemed to be more flavours than heâd ever seen, because he tried several of them and seemed extraordinarily excited by all of them, before ending up just getting strawberry.
He sat down opposite to you, and started eating his ice-cream cone, as well, though you noted, amused, how he kept casting looks back at the countless flavours behind the glass, and then turning to glance at you.
âDid you want another flavour instead?â You said, raising an eyebrow curiously, and Peter bit his lip and quickly turned back to you.
âNah, I just havenât reallyâŚfelt this, you know, normal, for a long time,â He admitted, âI meanâI just havenât had ice cream in a while, I guess.â
You considered his words, âBut normal is good, right?â âYeah, yeah, itâs good,â He said immediately, without hesitation, âItâs what I need, and I justâŚyou know, I have the internship, and Iâm always surrounded by the Avengers, and itâs tiring sometimes. This isâŚreally nice,â He met your eyes shyly.
âI get what you mean,â You said, holding his gaze and smiling, âYouâre so busy all the time, itâs kind of a miracle how you always find time to show up at the shop.â He brushed his hair out of his eyes and blurted, âNah, Iâll always find time to see you.â You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, and felt the butterflies in your stomach before Peterâs cheeks turned pink. But, they did, half a second after yours, and the two of you returned to eating your ice cream quietly, until you just couldnât bear watching him eat anymore.
âPeter,â You exclaimed, with a deep frown, âDid I just see you take a bite out of your ice cream? A bite? With your teeth?â âYeah, well, I donât want to get spit all over it by licking itâ,â
***
By the time the two of you finally got even relatively close to the water, it was almost half-past four. Youâd found other things to do; spending almost an hour in the ice cream shop alone, and then wandering through the various stores and buying little keychains and souvenirs. Youâd found several ways to stall actually having to deal with your fears. You didnât know how to swim. Even thinking about it made you feel embarrassed, even though it wasnât really anything to be ashamed of. StillâŚ
You were at a beach. With a cute boy. In swimming clothes. And you didnât know how to swim.
When you finally reached the shoreline, after tentatively crossing the beach. The sand was kind of nice between your toes, but the thought of actually going into the waterâthat endless expanse of blue that you could probably very easily get lost in and never be seen againâmade your head spin. Peter eagerly approached the water and walked in until he was knee-deep in the sea, beckoning you to come closer, and you bit your lip.
âHey, itâs not too cold today!â He said excitedly, âCome on, Y/N! Oh, I forgot how nice the beach is, wow.â
âUh, Peter, IâŚâ
âCome on, itâs not too cold today, I promise,â He called out, and, not wanting to disappoint, you slipped off your cover-up and approached the water hesitantly.
You sucked in a deep breath and first put one foot in, then the other, but a particularly large wave washed in and then suddenly you were knee-deep in the water, you yelled out, jumping back, âPete, I donâtâ,â
âY/N, are you okay?â He said, almost instantly at your side, his face laced with concern, âHave you swam in the ocean before? Iâm so sorry I didnât check with you, I was too excitedâ,â âItâs not your fault, Pete,â You shut your eyes tightly, âI donât know how to swim.â
âWhat?â
This was it. He was going to be so disappointed, and then youâd have to go home on a silent bus ride, and heâd never talk to you again, and then heâd never ask you out ever again, because you were far too boring for him, and thenâ
âY/N,â He said softly, taking both of your hands gently and meeting your eyes, âItâs okay. If itâs too much then we can head back, Iâm sorryâ,â
âNo, no, Iâm okay,â You insisted, and he let go of your hands carefully, letting you regain your balance. Youâd gotten this far, after all. It was the first time youâd ever even touched seawater, and it was kind of niceâthe way the water foamed against the sand and the glimmer of the ocean beneath the sunlight.
âDo you wannaâŚhold on, then?â He bit a lip as he held out a hand tentatively, âWe donât have to go too far, and you can holdâuh, my hand, if you want toâ,â You took his hand.
âThank you, Peter,â You said, the feeling of his hand in yours almost instantly making you feel much saferâat least you had someone to hold on to. You wouldnât be lost at sea, you wouldnât be washed away, because Peter was here. âIâm so sorry I didnât tell you earlier, I was really embarrassed, and I didnât want to make you feel bad for inviting me here, soâ,â
âItâs okay, Y/N,â He said, shaking his head and carefully leading you, step by step, deeper into the water, âI understand, itâs scary. Iâll help you, though,â He said his tone brightening, âItâs not so scary when you have someone with you, is it?â
No, it really wasnât.
âItâs so much better,â You said, unable to help the smile that crept across your lips, âThank you, no oneâs ever done this for me before.â
âThis is okay, right?â He said, the waves now reaching up to your hips, âItâs kind of nice, isnât it?â
âIt is really nice,â You said softly, overwhelmed with the smell of the sea, and Peterâs smile, and the warmth of his hand, and it was justâ
Nice. This was normalâit was what both of you needed, and it was nice.
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Au Revoir to My Heart - Billy Russo Part 5
A/N: Itâs finally here! Thank you for being so patient with me!!
Got this gif from @kevinfeiges
Though Curtis had helped you bring the boxes up you didnât unbox anything right away. You took your time over the next few weeks unpacking your things into Billyâs place, afraid that the time he spent overseas would allow him to realize this was a mistake but the more you unpacked the more you noticed he had already moved some of his things to the side to allow room for your stuff. Ever the planner, he had clearly thought about this and made sure you knew he meant it when he handed you the key.
In the coming weeks, you started to unpack. You were growing comfort in the calming quiet that his place brought you but youâd be lying if you said you didnât miss Billy and his witty banter, among other things.
You did what you could to keep busy, spending as much time with Lisa and Jr and reassuring them that you were here for the long hall and that there were no more short visits.
It didn't take long for Maria to noticed the distracted look you had about you though and so she invited you to accompany her when she went to buy stuff to send over to Frank.Â
"What do people even send over there?" You asked her as you moved down the aisle scanning the various food items as you went.
"Non-perishables, sunscreen, some basic need stuff, and maybe something from you." She replied giving you a small nudge. You knew when you agreed to this trip Billy would be brought up.
"Is it bad that I don't know what the hell he likes?" You questioned looking at her.
"If you knew that, I'd be suspicious that you guys hadn't hooked up before." She laughed, "I'll help you with what I know."
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 Hey, Russo,
Iâm still here. Youâll be happy to know your place is feeling less cold but itâs still missing something to make it truly feel homey. Itâs just missing you.
AJ
Those were the simple words you had written before slipping it into the box and sealing it up. You looked over at Maria who had a huge grin on her face.
âWhat?â You questioned as you handed her the tape to close her own box.
"I'm just glad to see you finally happy. Especially after all you've been through." She smiled at you. You couldn't help the smile that graced your lips.Â
You were glad to be able to have these moments with Maria again and this time you had nothing but time to spend with her and her family.
"I'm going to have to go out of town for a bit for the reading of the will, I'd like to take you and the kids with me." You nonchalantly said as you started writing down the address information.
She paused her motion of taping up the box and stared at you in surprise. You rarely offered to take her to your hometown, mainly because you wanted to keep her as far away from your ex as possible but now that the problems with him were over you wanted nothing more than to show her where you came from and create new memories there
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That trip was about a month ago and you hadn't heard back from Billy about the package, you weren't even sure if he got it yet, so you focused even more on unpacking.Â
You were unpacking a box of books when you heard a knock at the door. Setting the books down on the coffee table you walked over to the door and opened it to reveal Curtis with a bag of takeout.
âI come bearing food and a helping set of hands.â He greeted with a smile.
You smiled at him as you stepped aside to allow him entrance. âAlways good to see food.â You joked taking the bag from him, âOh, and of course you too, Curtis.â
âI see you still have jokes.â He said as he walked further in, looking around at all the little changes youâve made. "And youâve been busy.â He commented as you shut the door.
âNot really. I still have a lot to unpack but I donât want to feel like Iâm taking over his place, itâs only temporary anyway.â You tried to reason which only made Curtis laugh.
âItâs only temporary if that how you want it to be. This,â He gestured to the shelf holding mixes of your books and Billyâs, âIsnât something Billy does for temporary reasons, even if thatâs what he told you. Heâs got it for you bad.â
You gave a small nod as you tried to make room on the coffee table for the food. This had been a topic the two of you talked about frequently.Â
Curtis glanced around the room before he looked back at you. He gave a small smile at the idea that came to him. if you and Billy weren't going to reach out to each other, he was going to have to step in and make something happen. You two just needed a push, in the right direction.
Curtis made it to your situated comfortable eating the food that he had brought before he pulled out a small laptop from his back. You weren't paying much attention to what he was doing while you were preoccupied with your own thoughts. He had made it a habit to stop by with food and check on you and while you ate he'd work on some stuff to help his small but growing group of veterans.
It wasn't until you heard a foreign but familiar voice on the other end that you looked over to see what Curtis was doing. You were shocked to see Billy's face on the screen.
âBilly?â you voiced out in surprise.
His own eyes widen at the sound of your voice, neither of you knew what Curtis had planned.
He gave you a coy grin as he turned the laptop towards you, allowing you and Billy to see each other for the first time in months as he silently got up and headed to the kitchen.
âHey, I..uh..got your package.â He finally said as he took in the sight of you.
âYou did? Did you like it?â You asked =, your voice was filled with uncertainty.
Before Billy could answer a big hand attached itself to his shoulder and Billy was pushed to the side.
âHey, AJ.â Frankâs voice boomed through the speaker before his face came into view. Billy clicked his tongue against his cheek in agitation and you could help but laugh.Â
âHey, Frankie.â You greeted with a small wave.
âIâm just here to convey the things Billy would otherwise keep to himself. He was a real pain in the ass when he didnât get anything from you when Mariaâs first letters came in.â He conveyed to you as he kept Billy away from the screen.
âWas he now?â You asked as you raised a questioning eyebrow to both me.
âYeah, but he was over the moon when he got that care package. Keeps the letter in his pocket with him at all times.â He said before being finally pushed away from the screen.
âThank you for that Frankie.â Billy gave a small playful glare to him.
âIs all that true, Billy?" You gently asked as your eyes locked with his.
You wanted to know if he thought about you as much as you thought about him. You needed that type of reassurance, that this was something to him too. You needed to hear it from him.Â
"Yeah. Yeah, it's true." He admitted pulling put a piece of folded paper from his pocket. "Gotten me through some rough times. I...uhâŚ.I never had someone waiting back home that cared before."Â
His eyes fell to the paper in his one hand, tracing the letters of your name, while the other hand ran through his hair.
"Well then you better come back to me in one piece, and that's an order, Russo." You said in a mock form tone.
He looked back up, locking eyes with you once more, a smile graced his features, "Well, I've never been one to disappoint a woman." He cheekily said.
"We'll see about that when you get back home." You teased licking your lips a bit.
Before he could reply, there was another voice in the background, one you didn't know.
"I have to go," Billy announced, a little crestfallen that your time would have to be cut short.
"I'll be when you get back. Just make sure you keep that big lug safe will you, I know he can be too stubborn for his own good sometimes." You replied giving him a reassuring smile.
He smiled back in relief before give you a wink at he signed off.
You sighed closing Curtis' laptop down before leaning all the way back against the couch.
"I take it that went well?" Curtis asked stepping back into the room with a coffee in hand.
"Yeah, it did. Thanks, Curt." You said with a smile on your face.Â
This wasn't what you had pictured when you got up that morning but it was a welcomed change of pace.
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The Other Day at Hot Topic: Kingdom of Isolation
Xionâs plan had been to get to the mall early. And not just the regular kind of early. The ridiculous, what-the-heck-was-I-even-thinking-?, now I have to go buy a coffee and scroll through my Instagram feed twelve times kind of early.
The plan had been to surprise Roxas. Roxas being her college roomie and favorite human bean and best friend since they split a grilled cheese and tomato sandwich in fifth grade. Â
âHey bestie, I got a job next door to you and now we can hang out on our breaks and Christmas shop together and gossip about your SEXY NEW GINGER CRUSH and give each other rides home and chit chat and stuff.â
Just, you know. Something along those lines, maybe.
Except Xion does not get to the mall early.
She was going to leave on timeâreally, she wasâbut then she started watching the second half of this Hallmark Christmas movie that she couldnât remember if she had seen before or not. And then, it was time to leave, but the movie wasnât quite over yet.
And Xion needed to know if the middle-aged, big city celebrity chef lady was going to stay with the smexy, small town cookie baker with the heart of gold that she used to date in high school, and thereby rediscover the magic of Christmas, or if she was going to go back to the gorgeous, but kind of boring, but definitely more financially secure, attorney she had been seeing back in NYC, who, footnote, plays the prince in a different Hallmark Christmas movie.
Also, Xion was all curled up on the couch of her parentsâ condo, nested in pillows and blankets, and her chubby black cat, Pete, was sitting on her lap, and he looked so peaceful, she didnât have it in her heart to disturb him.
Also, she hadnât quite finished her mug of tea.
So, by the time that the celebrity chef lady and the small town cookie baker had their tasteful yet disgustingly romantic first kiss during the first snowfall of the season, just after they had won the townâs annual baking competition and donated the prize money to the local childrenâs hospital, and Pete the Cat had deigned to move on to another part of the loveseat, and her tea was gone, it was well past when Xion should have left if she wanted to be the regular kind of on-time.
The best part of running late is that, because Xion is literally running, she does not have to exert as much effort as she usually does to force herself not to go into Hot Topic and buy half of the inventory.
The worst part of running late is, of course, the actual running, which is making itself known as the air enters her lungs with an unusual sharpness, and sweat glues her long-sleeved white blouse to the small of her back and the inside of her elbows.
The second worst part of running late is that she does not get to surprise Roxas.
And the third worst part of running late is that when she skids to a halt in the entrance of Claireâs, her black combat boots squeaking like rubber ducks, and her breaths a bit heavy, nobody actually notices. Â
Xion lifts her phone from one of the pockets of her black denim overall mini-dress by its pink bunny ear attachment and checks the time.
Five minutes early.
âFuck,â Xion mumbles, and then slaps a hand over her mouth as a five-year-old trying to fit an entire candy cane in his mouth jostles her knee.
*
The new womanâs wearing sheer black hose with black combat boots, under a short black dress with overall straps and a long-sleeved white blouse. Looped around her arm is a black handbag shaped like the head of a cat, with three yellow eyes. Her own dark eye make-up makes her eyes enormous.
Sheâs nodding gently to a kiddo with half a candy cane in its mouth, who is animatedly explaining to her what kind of dinosaur it wants to be when it grows up.
Sizing the new young woman up as he, Larxene, and Marly approach, Axel canât help but think SaĂŻx will be a little disappointed Hot Topic didnât nab her first. Sheâs so on-brand, it hurts a little. Axelâs half waiting for her to welcome him to Night Vale.
Then again, he sees why Marly called dibs. Â
Aside from a short, choppy black bob that would have looked more at home in the flapper era, she is every inch Kairi 3.0.
She has, objectively speaking, the worldâs softest smile. Sheâs short and slender, her face too thin and heart-shaped, her skin the kind of pale that doesnât tan. Although, unlike Kairiâs 1 and 2, he can still see a smear of hastily applied sunscreen thumbed across one cheek. Â
âIâd want to be an Apatosaurus,â the new employee replies in a soft voice to the kid without prompting. âMaybe we could be herbivore friends, isââ She pauses, eye catching on someone in the crowd. âIs that your mommy looking for you?â
The Claireâs newbie turns the child by the shoulder.
A relieved looking woman with another two kids hanging on either arm, alongside at least four shopping bags, hustles over to corral the third one, offering Newbie a grateful smile.
Think I just met your soulmate, Axel will text NaminĂŠ later that day. Howâd you feel about a pastel goth? NaminĂŠ will send back seventeen question marks in response and not receive a reply.
*
âOver here.âÂ
Marly waves Newbie over to Axel and Larxene. They have paused near Axelâs piercing station, just beside the shop window, only a few feet away from the mouth of Claireâs, so that Marly can continue to monitor the traffic trickling in and out while they chat.Â
âYouâve gotta be kidding me,â Larxene mutters to Axel as she catches sight of the approaching Newbie. Larxeneâs obviously seeing what Axel saw because her eyes get bigger and her lips twitchâwhether in disdain or amusement, he canât tell.Â
Axel nods his reluctant agreement. âThink youâre outdone yourself this time, Marly.â
âHer hair is completely different than KairiâsâŚâ Marly argues, scowling as Larxene playfully swats his arm.Â
âThatâs the only thing.â Larxene takes another long look at Newbie. âWhat are you and Vexen growing these things in a lab or something?â
The heavy electronic beat of the club overtakes the hum of Christmas music, and Axelâs nostrils fill with the sickening sweetness of e-cigarette smoke instead of vanilla bean.Â
The gaunt face of the med student with his pin-straight, platinum blond hair materializes in Axelâs mindâs eye, his pale, narrow lips curling up as if at the tail end of yet another condescending remark.
Axel winces, hisses, âLarxene, really?â His gaze shifts to Marly, concerned. Itâs difficult to imagine whatâs whirling through his head. Axelâs not sure if Marly never told Larxene what happened between him and Vexen; if it slipped her mind; or if sheâs just 100% that bitch.
Marlyâs own smile has evaporated, but not his composure. His posture remains sure and confident as ever, though his arms cross with an air of impatience. âNowâs hardly the time for this conversation.â Â
Axel makes yet another mental note to ask Marly when he last went out with somebody. Axel and Marly arenât exactly best friends. In fact, heâs not sure Marly would bless him with basic human interaction at all if Marly and SaĂŻx werenât so close, and they are so closeâa gardening club of two, high-end fashion snobs, closet The Bachelor addicts. Â
Axel and Marly, not so much. So, ordinarily, Axel would mind his own, but under the circumstances, he might be the only man for the job. Â
If Larxene doesnât know what happened between Marly and Vexen, and SaĂŻx definitely doesnât know what happened⌠that just leaves him. Heâs not exactly Mr. Matchmaker, but he supposes he could give it a whirl.Â
Larxene doesnât miss the tension that passes between her two favorite coworkers, and she rolls her eyes. âAxel needs to get over it already.â
âYou donât know what youâre talking about,â Axel counters, tone gone hard, cold, hoping sheâll drop it, if she realizes the wound is still fresh. Which it isâitâs just not him bleeding.
���Everybody knows, Axel.â Larxene plants her hands on her hips. She leans closer, in his face. âYou and SaĂŻx and Marly and Vexen went out and drank too much. You flirted with Marlyâs date all night long and then got pissed when he made a pass at you. SaĂŻx found out, so you blamed everything on Vexen, and now heâs fired. Howâm I doing?âÂ
She reaches out to rap her knuckles against Axelâs chest. âBecause if youâre not careful, youâre going to wind up doing the same damn thing to your new buddy boy.â
Axel grits his teeth, something burning in his chest. Months. Itâs been months. He thought the worst of this was done with. Leave it to Larxene to dredge it up.Â
No wonder sheâd gotten in such a snit about Roxas.
âWell, you seem to know what youâre talking about.â Axelâs just as tempted to tell her everything as he is to tell her off. Sheâd feel like shit if she knew. She would understand.Â
But itâs not his place.Â
This isnât the response sheâd been expecting. Her confidence slips for a second. âAm I wrong?â
Marly steps between them. He places a hand on Larxeneâs shoulder, âShut,â a hand on Axelâs, âup.âÂ
Marly doesnât look like heâs hurting, thereâs no pout to his lip, no wild, injured animal wideness to his eyes, but the command in his voice is sharp and the grip on Axelâs arm is firm and insistent. Hurt doesnât always look the same on everybody.Â
The message is clear. Keep your mouth shut, Axel. You promised you would.Â
Axel canât help but glare at Marly, Marly stares back, wearily. Realizing how misdirected his anger is, Axelâs expression softens. He covers Marlyâs hand with his own, and smirks at Larxene. âNone of your business, babe.â
Ordinarily, this would make her absolutely explode, but with Marly grounding her shoulder and the approaching Newbie stopping just in front of her, Larxene becomes painfully aware that sheâs standing in the middle of Claireâs in a goddamn flower crown.Â
Larxene blinks at Axel, the kind of calm thatâs too calm, the eye of a storm. âFine. Sorry I brought it up.âÂ
Marlyâs hand loosens on Axelâs shoulder. Thereâs something in his nod like gratitude. Axel wishes it made him feel better. Doing the right thing really sucks.Â
They shift their attention to the new recruit whose wide blue eyes scream: SOS. What the fuck did I sign on to?
Which honestly sounds about right to Axel. God, forget Kairi. This is Roxas all over again.Â
âIâm so sorry if Iâm interruptingâŚ!â Newbie exclaims too quickly in her quiet voice. Her lips halt in an apologetic pout and her hands clutch tightly at the strap of her alien cat head handbag.Â
Axel and Larxene both sigh and ease out of their locked glares, but the air still feels a bit thick, almost staticky with tension. Frozenâs âLet It Goâ seems to be playing six times as loud as it should be.Â
âNot at all,â Marly says, but it doesnât come out sincere enough for anybodyâs taste.
 *
Xion had certain expectations about what her coworkers at Claireâs would be like: bubbly, chatty, smiley females, maybe a little shallow, maybe a little dumb. Maybe she had been stereotyping. Maybe she had watched one too many Christmas movies. Maybe sheâs jumping to conclusions. Â
Watching the trio in front of her, flower crowns settled in their vibrant hair, bickering in quiet tones dripping with sarcasm, almost launching into a full on, fist-clenched argument as Queen Elsa belts her heart out overhead, Xion is not sure whether she wants to laugh or cry.
But then the crazy tall one with his wild red mane and the well-dressed, The Rock level muscle-y one with the pink hair that had seemed so nice and pleasant when he interviewed her and talked to her earlierâMarluxiaâseem to come to some kind of abruptly tender understanding. So, the angry blonde chick seems to reign in her temper.Â
And that makes Xion feel just a smidge better about things. Sheâs a sucker for a happy ending.  Â
And at least they didnât realize she was late.Â
But then all three of them turn, these expressive, snide, emotionally-charged Claireâs people, and they are looking right at her, their neatly manicured brows raised in question.
Xion feels a little bit like she had day one, back in the middle school cafeteria, before Roxas had offered her a seat and a half of his grilled cheese sandwich, looking out at the strangers, wondering which sharks to throw herself to. The strangers looking back up at her, wondering what the hell the new kid who hadnât said a word all day was going to do now.
Fuck.Â
#kingdom hearts#xion#marluxia#axel#Larxene#Vexen#Saix#akuroku#akusai#organization xiii#tw: abuse#tw: language#my writing#the other day at hot topic#frozen#roxas#kairi#namine#namixi
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Trainee (RWBY AU Snippet)
Weiss met her end at the tender age of eighteen. It came courtesy of a stray coconut that just so happened to fall as she strolled underneath. The knock to the head wasnât fatal. Unfortunately, it was disorienting. Weiss stumbled into traffic shortly thereafter and was promptly struck by a passing bus.
Now, it was a testament to the bus driverâs quick reflexes that he managed to hit the brakes in time to turn the accident from fatal to merely injurious. Alas, the impact of the bus threw Weiss off a bridge whereupon she found herself severely concussed, badly bruised, and in very deep water indeed.
She was also still very much alive.
Right up until the same coconut that had started the whole thing rolled off the bridge and clocked her over the head a second time. And that, as they say, was that.
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âAm I dead?â Weiss fought to open her eyes. The last thing she remembered was looking up at the bridge, only for that damn coconut to hit her again. Finally, she managed to open her eyes.
âI am so sorry!â A silver-eyed girl in a red cloak was bowing repeatedly. âI am so, so sorry!â
âHuh?â Weiss sat up. âWhat? Who are you? Where are we? Why are you apologising?â
âWeâre in the afterlife,â the girl said. âAnd youâre dead.â
âWhat? Dead?â Weiss shot to her feet. âI canât be deadâŚâ She trailed off as she found herself watching the police pull her body out of the water. âBut⌠I⌠what?â
âI am so, so sorry!â The girl bowed again. âIâm just a trainee reaper, and my Uncle Qrow is like the god of bad luck, and we were going out to buy pizza, and he bumped into you, and then the coconut hit you, and, you know, heâs the god of bad luck, so then things got really whacky, and the next thing I knew I had to collect your soul.â
Weiss took a moment to process what sheâd been told before she grabbed the girl and yanked her up into the air by the scruff of her cloak. âAre you telling me that Iâm dead because of your uncle?â
âIt was an accident!â the girl protested. âHe didnât mean to give you bad luck!â
âBad luck? I was hit by a coconut, then by a bus, then thrown a bridge, and then the coconut finished me off! I think thatâs a lot worse than some bad luck!â Weiss snarled. âFix this! you said you were a trainee reaper. What does that even mean?â
âWell, um, collecting souls is like really hard because there are so many mortals now compared to before, so thereâs like a whole army of us reapers who go around collecting souls. Iâm a trainee.â The girl proudly showed off the badge on her chest. It said: Ruby, Trainee.
âWell, just put my soul back in my body. You can do that, right?â
âI mean⌠I could,â Ruby explained. âBut Iâm not really good at the whole healing people thing. So⌠youâd kind of be a zombie.â
ââŚâ Weiss gaped. âA zombie?â she screeched. âA zombie?â
âWell, yeah. You know because your body would still be dead but itâd also still be kind of alive.â Ruby pried Weissâs hand off her. âBut Iâm sure we can work something out. Iâll make a few calls, and weâll see what Management says.â
âMake the call.â
Ruby made the call, and Weiss was forced to wait as the girl hemmed and hawed her way through what seemed like a very awkward conversation.Â
âSoâŚ?â
âOkay. I talked to Management. They agreed that you probably shouldnât be dead. Unfortunately, thereâs a real big backlog on unintended deaths, so itâll be at least, maybe, a month before they get to your case.â
âA month?â Weiss bellowed. âWhat am I supposed to do for a month? My body is going to get buried. Itâs going to decompose. What am I going to do then?â
âManagement did offer you an upgrade on reincarnation, so youâll be guaranteed a longer, happier life in your next life.â
âWhat about this life?â Weiss wailed. âI liked this life! I was going to be a singer!â Weiss fell to her knees. Tears welled up in her eyes. âI was making it, Ruby! I had an audition next week for the best music school in the world. I donât want a better next life! I want this life back!â
Ruby patted her awkwardly on the shoulder. âI can, uh, try calling Management again, but I donât think theyâre going to budge. Budging isnât really something they do.â
âIsnât there anything you can do?â Weiss asked. âWhat about your uncle?â
âI think that getting my uncle involved would only make this worse. Like⌠your body might spontaneously combust or something.â Ruby rubbed her chin. âBut there might be something I can do. I mean⌠Iâm not much good at healing, but I know somebody who might be able to minimise your whole zombie thing.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âHow do you feel about maybe being a vampire?â
ââŚâ Weiss glared, and Ruby cringed. âA vampire?â
âTechnically speaking, you can use vampire blood to reanimate a freshly dead corpse if you know what youâre doing. Now, I know a vampire, and she might be willing to help us.â
âHow is being a vampire better than being a zombie?â
âWell, you wouldnât rot, for one, and with enough sunscreen, youâd even be able to go outside during the day.â Ruby gave her a thumbâs up. âItâs a win-win.â
ââŚâ Weiss looked heavenward. âFine. Letâs go find this vampire.â
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Blake stared at the reaper on her doorstep for a moment before shutting the door.Â
âBlake!â Ruby wailed. âDonât shut the door!â
âIâm a vampire, Ruby. You reapers are basically the enemy.â
âBut I need your help!â Ruby whined. âAnd I brought tuna.â
Blake opened the door a crack. âTuna?â
âYeah.â Ruby waved around the freshly caught tuna sheâd purchased on the way there. âSee?â
âFine. Come in.â Blake paused. âAnd whoâs the⌠ghost?â
Ruby pointed. âOh, thatâs Weiss. My uncle might have accidentally killed her, which is why Iâm here.â
âIâm not going to like what youâre about to say, am I?â Blake drawled.
âItâs not that bad.â Ruby handed Blake the tuna. âBut I kind of need to borrow some of your blood, so that I can sneak into the morgue, find Weissâs body, and then reanimate her as a vampire, so she can keep on living her life.â
ââŚâ Without a word, Blake handed the tuna back to Ruby and slammed the door.
âBlake!â Ruby clawed at the door. âCome on! Weiss had her whole life in front of her and everything!â
âI do not need a fledgling, Ruby, and thatâs what she would be.â
âIâll give you Yangâs number,â Ruby offered.
The door opened again. âI thought you said she was going somewhere⌠away.â Blake gestured vaguely. âYou know wherever dragon-kin go when theyâre not hanging around the mortal world.â
âHey, give me some credit,â Ruby said. âManagement has phones everywhere, even in the Otherworld. If you help me out, Iâll give you her number.â
Blake scowled. âFine. Iâll help you. But Iâm going with you to the morgue. If weâre going to do this, weâre going to do this right.â
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Weiss cringed as Ruby and Blake crept into the morgue. Although nobody could see her, it was very obvious that people could see Ruby and Blake.
âCanât you turn invisible or something?â Weiss asked Ruby.Â
âIâm currently on probation,â Ruby said. âSince Iâm a trainee and stuff. Theyâll know if I use my powers and stuff, which would be really bad since what Iâm doing is kind of super illegal.â
âOh.â Weiss grimaced. âWell, thank you.â
âYouâre welcome.â Ruby pointed. âI think thatâs the one.â
Blake pulled the drawer open, and Weiss gaped. That was her in the drawer. Tears prickled at her eyes again. âHmm⌠not too bad.â Blake hefted Weissâs body up onto one of the nearby tables. âThis shouldnât take too longâŚâ
They both froze as the door opened.
The janitor stared at Blake, Ruby, and Weissâs body. Blake, Ruby, and Weissâs ghost stared back at him.
âWhat are you -â
WHACK.
The janitor slumped to the ground, and Blake lowered her hand. Sheâd used her vampiric speed to get behind him before giving him a good, old whack on the noggin.
âBlake!â Ruby hissed. âWhat are you doing? What if heâs dead? Oh, crap, that would be two âaccidentsâ in the same day!â She breathed a sigh of relief as no spirit appeared above the janitor. âOh, thank Management, heâs only unconscious.â
âStill,â Blake said. âThere might be more janitors around, and the ritual could take as long as two hours. We need to do this somewhere else.â
Ruby cringed. âSo weâre going to steal her corpse?â
âItâs not stealing,â Weiss pointed out. âYouâre simply giving it back to me.â
âI⌠I guess.â
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Four hours later, Weiss was still not in her body.
âWhy is it not working?â Weiss growled.
Blake glared back at her and then glared at her body. âYou didnât tell me you have werewolf blood in your family. You canât turn someone with werewolf blood into a vampire.â
âYouâre a werewolf?â Ruby gasped. âNo way!â
âI am not a werewolf!â Weiss shot back. âAnd everyone knows werewolves arenât real.â
âWeiss, youâre talking to a vampire and a trainee reaper. Iâd say werewolves are definitely a possibility.â Blake frowned. âAnd Iâd say youâre about an eighth werewolf. Anything less, and Iâd still be able to turn you into a vampire.â
âSo what do we do now?â
âWellâŚâ Ruby winced. âWe could get a more powerful vampire, right? I mean⌠that would work, right?â
âIt would,â Blake said. âBut do you know any more powerful vampires?â
âWhat about your parents?â
âNo.â Blake glared. âI am not going back to them.â
âBut Weiss needs help!â Ruby put one arm around Blake. âThink about it. We could put her body in the fridge to preserve it while you call your parents and ask them to come here and help us out. When Weiss is back as a vampire, she can tell Yang about how kind and wonderful you were to help her. Isnât that right, Weiss?â
âYes. Definitely.â
ââŚâ Blake glared again.
âPlease,â Ruby begged. âLook at Weiss. She doesnât deserve to die early. She deserves to live a long, happy, vampiric life.â
âYou so owe me,â Blake growled as she reached for her phone.
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Authorâs Notes
And thus began the whacky adventures of Weiss, the ghost, Blake, the vampire, and Ruby, the trainee reaper. Seriously, though, this is something I threw together in about half an hour because it sounded like a funny idea in my head, and I was curious to see what it would like on paper (or on the screen⌠you know what I mean).
You can find me on fanfiction.net, AO3, and Amazon.
Definitely check out my Amazon stuff if you enjoy my sense of humour.
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Our Last Moments, Together
Stiles and Scott have been taken by the Grave Digger and buried underground. The team has eight hours to find them.
Scene stealer, based on BONES season 2 episode 9.
Stiles let out a weak groan as he blinked his eyes open, his head pounding and the air hot filling his lungs as he drew in shallow breaths. His eyes were heavy as he blinked them open, the muffled sound of a radio reaching his ears. He could see the green glow of the car radio, his surroundings lit by the dull light of the overhead light.
He pushed himself upright, wincing at the searing pain that tore through his body. His hand shook as he lifted it to the back of his neck, feeling the tender, bruised skin and the swollen welt.
He turned off the radio and fell back against his seat, bursts of light filling his darkness as he tried to focus, tried to remember what had happened. He was investigating a case: two boys â Ethan and Aiden Steiner â were buried alive in a silo, held at ransom but their father had been too late.
There was a quiet groan from the back seat.
Stiles wheeled around, his eyes focused on the figure slumped in the back seat.
âScott?â he gasped. He pushed himself out of his seat and climbed in between the front seats, looking at his friend. His heart lurched into his throat when he saw Scottâs leg; his shin had been torn open, blood soaking the leg of his pants. The metallic stench was sickening. âScott, what happened to your leg?â
Scott let out another groan. He blinked his hazy eyes open, looking around. âWhereâwhere are we?â
âWeâre buried alive,â Stiles answered. âI think he got us.â
âWho?â Scott asked.
âThe Grave Digger.â
  Derek pressed play on the voice message, the distorted voice ringing through the speaker.
âStiles Stilinski and Scott McCall have been buried alive. Wire transfer eight million dollars to the following Grand Cayman account or they will suffocate to death. Upon receiving the wire transfer I will provide you with Stilinski and McCallâs G.P.S. coordinates. You have eight hours. This will be my last communication.â
âHe learnt from the Steiner boys,â Derek said, his voice tense. âHe got two of them. He cut the deadline in half.â
He glanced over to where Isaac set up his tablet, a timer set â eight hours from when Derek had gotten the message â and ticking down.
âBut why is he demanding so much?â Lydia asked. âHeâs always been so understanding about how much the person heâs demanding the money from can raise in the time given.â
âI donât know,â Derek said. âAll I know is Stiles was on his way to the library before heading home.â
âScott went after him to tell him something,â Allison added.
âSo what do we do?â Isaac asked.
âWe keep investigating the case,â Derek answered. He turned to Isaac. âI need you to find out what it was Scott wanted to tell Stiles. Lydia, check the evidence again, see if thereâs anything we might have overlooked.â
âWhat do I do?â Allison asked.
âCall Melissa,â Derek said. âLet her know whatâs going on. Iâll call Stilesâ dad.â
  âWhere are we?â Scott asked again, his unfocused eyes taking in their surroundings.
âBuried,â Stiles repeated. âUnderground.â
âI donât remember how I got here,â Scott said.
âI think the Grave Digger ran you down when you tried to stop him from taking ma and then pumped you full of drugs to ruin your short-term memory,â Stiles said.
âSame as Ethan Steiner.â
Stiles nodded.
Scott looked around at the interior of the car. âHow long have we been down here?â
âI donât know,â Stiles admitted. âTwo hours, I think.â
âSo letâs say this vehicle has twenty percent oxygen, two peopleâŚâ Scott shook his head. âMy brainâs not working.â He dragged his hand down his face. âIf we started with twelve hours of air, weâll be unconscious in ten,â he said. âAfter that, if no one pays the ransom, weâreâŚâ
âDead,â Stiles finished. âWeâre going to be fine.â
Stiles pushed himself back into the front seat, grabbing his bag from the foot hole and emptying it on the passengerâs seat. He emptied his pockets and began to sort through what they had.
âTwo bottles of water, a mini first-aid kit, ibuprofen, a digital camera with a backup battery, a book, some pens, and a cell phone with no battery,â he listed.
âTwo,â Scott corrected, digging his phone out of his back pocket and passing it to Stiles.
âTwo cell phones with no battery,â Stiles said, setting the phone down on the seat.
âAnd this.â Scott pulled a small vial out of his pocket.
Stiles cocked an eyebrow. âPerfume?â
âFor Allison,â he explained. âNothing says âI love youâ like perfume, right?â
Scott flinched, wincing.
âWhatâs wrong?â Stiles asked.
âMy leg,â Scott wheezed, tears pricking his eyes.
Stiles shuffled back between the seats, helping Scott lift his foot onto the centre console.
âI think you might have compartment syndrome,â Stiles said, studying Scottâs leg.
âIs it terminal?â Scott asked. âI mean, within the next few hours?â
âNo,â Stiles answered. âBut it is going to get painful.â
âMore painful than now?â
Stiles nodded. âSlip-into-shock-and-die painful.â
âAnd thereâs nothing we can do about it?â Scott asked, the dull light casting shadows across his worried face.
âThere is,â Stiles said. âBut Iâm not a doctor, Scott.â
âI know, but if anyone can do it, Stiles, itâs you.â
âItâs fifty-fifty, Scotty,â Stiles said. âIf I do this, then I could send you into shock and kill you sooner.â
âThe upside? Me not breathing doubles your survival time,â Scott said reassuringly.
Stiles shook his head. âIâm not interested in surviving that way.â He let out a measured breath. âOkay, fine. Iâll do it.â
âCan you walk me through what youâre going to do?â Scott asked. âSo I can ready myself for it.â
âIâm going to make a long incision in the fascia and squeeze the blood out to release the pressure in your leg,â Stiles explained.
âHow long is a âlong incisionâ?â Scott asked. âActually, donât tell me.â
Stiles grabbed the book from the passengerâs seat and a pen, passing them back to Scott.
He didnât have to be told what to do, he took the pen and tore a page from the book, hastily scribbling a note before folding it and slipping it into his pocket.
Stiles opened the mini med kit, finding bandages and gauze. He grabbed another pen, using his phone to smash the plastic to a sharp point. He rolled up Scottâs pant leg and poured some water over Scottâs leg, clearing away some of the dry blood.
âWait,â Stiles carefully dug into Scottâs wound, pulling out a sliver of blood soaked, coloured aluminium.
âWhatâs that?â Scott asked.
âEvidence of what happened to you,â Stiles said, grabbing the book and setting it between the pages.
He shrugged off his jacket and rolled it up, sliding it beneath Scottâs ankle. He turned back to Scott.
âReady?â he asked.
Scott pulled up his shirt, bunching it in his mouth and biting down into the fabric. He wound his arms around the arm rest and the cushioning of the back seat, digging his fingers in.
âItâll be best if I do this fast and without empathy,â Stiles said. âAnd donât try to fight passing out.â
Scott nodded.
Stiles let out a measured breath. He pressed the jagged edge of the broken pen against Scottâs leg, pushing down until it broke the skin.
Scott cried out, his screams muffled by the shirt in his mouth. Tears streamed down his face as Stiles tore open his leg, blood streaming from the wound. His cries died out as his eyes fluttered shut and his body fell limp against the car door.
  The blaring horn woke him with a start. He bolted upright with a gasp, wincing as throbbing pain flooded his head.
âShit,â Stiles gasped, clutching a hand to his chest. He let out a heavy sigh. âThank God, I didnât kill you.â
Scott offered him a weak, reassuring smile. âHow long was I unconscious?â
âA while,â Stiles answered. âHowâs your leg?â
âBetter.â His brow furrowed with confusion as he looked over the shoulder of the driverâs seat at Stiles. âWhat are you doing?â
âHot-wiring the phone to the horn to give it enough of a charge that we can send a message,â Stiles explained.
âFrom underground?â
âWe get radio reception,â Stiles pointed out, nodding towards the car radio. âDirect current of the 12-volt will burn out the circuits in a 4.2-volt cell phone in a microsecond unless I jury-rig a resistor. That might buy us just enough time to send a single burst transmission. Derek or my dad can trace it to the nearest cell phone relay tower.â
âSmart,â Scott said. âWhere did you learn this stuff?â
âParrish,â Stiles answered. He glanced over his shoulder with a panicked expression. âPlease donât tell my dad.â
Scott let out a quiet laugh. âYour secretâs safe with me.â He watched Stiles for a moment. âAnd what message shall we send, âGoodbyeâ? âNice knowing youâ?â
âWhat are we surrounded by?â Stiles asked, ignoring his question.
âPain, despair, and a subsoil accumulation of agglutinate aridisols.,â Scott answered.
Stiles looked over his shoulder, levelling his gaze on Scott.
âAsh,â Scott reiterated. He grabbed a handful of the dirt that was scattered across the back seat and sniffed at it. âHits of nitrogen and sulfur.â
âSo, where are we?â Stiles prompted, turning his attention back to wiring the phone.
âCoal country,â Scott answered. âVirginia.â
âWe need more than that,â Stiles said.
âPass me the laser penâ Scott said.
Stiles reached over to the seat beside him and passed it back to Scott.
âWe need benzophenone.â
âWhat?â
âBenzophenone,â Scott repeated. âItâs in soaps, plastic packaging, sunscreen.â
âWe donât have any sunscreen,â Stiles replied.
âThe perfume,â Scott said, pointing to the vial on the passengerâs seat. âAnd the camera.â
Stiles passed them both back.
Scott used his teeth to pry open the perfumeâs lid, pouring it into the handful of dirt he had cupped in his hand.
âIt smells nice,â Stiles said.
Scott set the empty vial down and picked up the camera, switching it on. The camera whirred, the flash blinding as he took a photo of the handful of dirt. He looked at the photo displayed on the digital screen, straightening with excitement as he said, âI know where we are.â
âHow fastâs your texting?â Stiles asked.
âLightning quick,â Scott answered.
Stiles passed him back the hot-wired phone. âYou have about four seconds to enter a message and hit speed dial. You ready?â Stiles asked, holding his palm against the worn leather of the car horn, waiting.
Scott drew in a deep breath, his thumbs over they keypad. âReady.â
âThree, two, one.â Stiles slammed his hand down on the horn.
The baring sound filled the small space as Scott rapidly typed the message. The phone sparked, electricity crackling as the rancid smell of smoke burnt their nostrils.
Scott yelped as the current shocked his hands and the screen went black.
Stiles took his hand off the horn, the two of them staring at the dead phone. âDid⌠Did it send?â he asked.
âI think so,â Scott answered, uncertain.
  âEight million?â John repeated, stunned. Fear and helplessness filled him. âI donât have that kind of money.â
âI do,â Derek confessed. âMy family has bonds and property. If we canât find them in time, Iâll pay.â
âI canât ask that of you,â John said.
âStiles is my friend,â Derek said. âI want him back too.â
John opened his mouth to say something when Derekâs phone chimed.
He fished it out of his pocket. His heart skipped a beat when he read the name.
âItâs Stiles,â he called out, quickly writing out the message on the nearby whiteboard for everyone to see.
6 Â 7 Â 16 Â Â M1.4
âDoes it mean anything to anyone?â
They shook their heads.
âTheyâre getting low on oxygen,â Lydia said. âHypoxia leads to confusion.â
âItâs Stiles,â Derek interrupted, his voice firm. âIt means something.â
âItâs not a G.P.S. location,â John said.
âIt doesnât matter,â Isaac said quietly.
âIT does matter,â Derek snapped.
The boy shook his head, pointing at the timer.
0.00.03
0.00.02
0.00.01
0.00.00
âWeâre out of time,â Isaac rasped.
âNo,â Derek growled. âWe canât give up.â
âDerekâ" Lydia said quietly.
âThis is Stiles and Scott weâre talking about. They can be idiots a lot of the time, but they worked out how to do thisââ He gestured at the code on the whiteboard. âYou think they didnât they somehow found a way to extend their air supply? Iâm not giving up until we find them.â
âWho was it meant to get to?â Allison asked, her eyes focused on the code.
âStilesâ phone to mine,â Derek answered. âSo, it was meant for me?â
âBut it means nothing to you?â Allison asked.
Derek shook his head.
âWhat if it wasnât Stiles texting?â Isaac asked.
âIt was Scott,â John offered.
âSo, itâs meant for Allison,â Lydia said.
âBut itâs numbers,â Allison said. âSo, itâs meant for Lydia.â
âScott would have written poetry for Allison.â
Lydia stared at the code, her jade eyes misted with thought. âItâs not math,â she said. âSix, seven, sixteen: carbon, nitrogen, and sulfur on the periodic table. Theyâre buried in coal-rich soil.â
âKeep going,â Derek encouraged.
âThe mineral components in coal are all the same. Itâs the organic components that provide a unique fingerprint. Theyâre called macerals. They fluoresce at different levels. A reflectance of 1.4 is quite rare, suggesting a high concentration of inertinite.â
âTell me you know what that means,â Derek pleaded.
Lydiaâs eyes lit up. âI know where they are.â
  Stiles slumped against his seat, skin soaked with sweat. His lips trembled, hot air dancing across his lips. His eyes were growing heavy and his vision as blurring. He felt lethargic, his body aching as he pulled his shirt up and wiped the sweat and dirt away from his face.
He grabbed the broken pen he had used to operate on Scott and climbed into the back seat.
âWhat are you doing?â Scott asked, watching Stiles pull down the flap in the centre seat that opened up into the boot.
âHoping for a miracle,â Stiles whispered as he reached into the darkness. âDonât talk. Save your breath.â
His hands patted the old carpet until his fingers brushed up against something solid. âThank Godâ, he mouthed as he reached further into the boot and pulled the spare tyre forward. He grabbed the broken pen and slammed it into the side of the tyre, grunting as he strained to pierce the thick rubber.
There was a quiet hiss.
Stiles pulled the pen out, listening to the air that rushed out of the punctured tyre.
Stiles and Scott both leaned towards it, drawing in breaths as relief filled their body.
âThatâs not going to last us,â Scott rasped. âWhy prolong the inevitable?â
âDerek will find us,â Stiles whispered.
âYou have a lot of faith in him,â Scott said.
âNot faith,â Stiles replied. âIâve seen what he can do. I know heâll find us.â
âWeâre buried underground, running out of air, we have no idea if our message got out there, let along if anyone understood it; what you have is faith,â Scott said.
Stiles couldnât help but smile a bit.
Scott nodded to the punctured spare tyre. âHow long will that ask?â
âLong enough for me to try one last thing,â Stiles said. âBut itâll kill us.â
âWhat is it?â Scott asked.
âThe air bags.â
âThey arenât actually full of air,â Scott pointed out.
âI know. Iâm going to use them to blow our way out of here,â Stiles said. He climbed back into the front seat.
âUsing the explosives from the air bags? That could defiantly kill us.â
âSo will doing nothing,â Stiles pointed out.
  âIâm scared to ask where you learnt this,â Scott said.
âParrish,â Stiles answered. âHe was int eh bomb squad before he got a transfer.â
âSo, whatâs going to happen?â Scott asked hesitantly.
âIâm not really an explosives expert but the dash might shape the charge enough to blow out the windshield,â Stiles answered. âIf weâre less that four feet below the surface, the charge could blow is to freedom.â
âAnd if weâre buried more than four feet beneath the surface?â Scott asked.
Stiles hesitated for a second before answering, âThen the concussion will turn out brains to jelly.â
Stiles tore a page out of the novel before passing it back to Scott again. They were both silent as they wrote their letters, folding them up and shoving them into their pockets.
âTry and get as far away from the explosion as possible,â Stiles said, watching in the rear-view mirror as Scott carefuly moved his leg, laying himself out across the back seat. Stiles set the explosive on the windscreen.
âCare to join me?â Scott said, jokingly holding his hand out to Stiles.
Stiles chuckled as he climbed into the back seat again. He reached into the front seat and picked up the wires.
âSo, this is it?â Scott whispered.
Stiles looked down at the wires in his hands, tears welling in his eyes. âThis is it.â
âYou should get in the boot,â Scott said, taking the wires from Stilesâ trembling hands. âYouâll be safer in there.â
Stiles shook his head. He looked at Scott, tears trailing sown his cheeks. âScott, youâre my brother. So, if youâre going to do thisâŚâ he shuffled closer, setting his hand on Scottâs. ââŚyouâre going to have to take me with you.â
Scott fought back tears as Stiles pulled him closer, hugging his friend one last times.
Scott detonated the charge.
The last thing he remembers is the sound of muffled soft rock on the radio before the thundering bang tore through him, agony flooding his head. There was a deafening rumble as dirt flooded through the broken windscreen, the weight bearing down on them.
Stiles fought the instinct to fight back, trying his best to hold his breath as the darkness crashed over him.
It felt as if his lungs were consumed by a raging inferno, the jagged claws of firebirds tearing at the tissue as they tried to dig their way out of his chest. His pulse thundered in his ears, deafening. He tried to move his body, but it was no use; the weight bearing down on him was too much.
His body grew weak, his lips trembling as he fought to hold onto his breath.
Finally, he let go.
He felt the tension fade away as the darkness consumed him.
  âStilesâŚâ
The voice seemed to drift about in the nothingness. The deep, husky voice seemed so familiar, so soothing.
âStiles, open your eyes. Please, open your eyes.â
Stiles let out a weak groan, coughing up the dust and ash that filled his lungs. Strong arms held up upright as he slowly blinked his eyes open to the glaring sunlight.
Slowly, his vison came into focus, looking up at the man that held him.
He had a square jaw that was darkened by stubble and wore an old black leather jacket that was covered in dust. He ran his hand through his thick, dark hair, trying to tame the mess that was tousled by the wind. His fingers raked his hair away from his face, exposing his pale green eyes.
Derek.
Stiles let a sigh of relief fall past his lips.
âScott,â he muttered, straining to look around.
Allison and Isaac were nearby, holding onto Scott he coughed up lungfuls of dust.
âHeâs okay,â Derek reassured him. âParamedics are right behind us.â
âHe needs a hospital,â Stiles rasped.
âAnd so do you,â Derek replied.
âIâm fine,â Stiles said dismissively.
âYouâre going to hospital,â Derek said with finality.
Stiles reluctantly submitted, letting his body weaken in Derekâs arms. He looked across the dusty ground at Scott.
He was alive.
Theyâd made it out alive.
  Stiles jumped at the sound of someone clearing their throat behind him. He spun around to see Derek standing a few feet away with his hands buried in his pockets and an unamused expression on his face.
âI went to see you in the hospital, they said you discharged yourself.â
âIâm fine,â Stiles lied.
âNo, youâre not,â Derek said.
âThe doctors pumped me full of painkillers and antibiotics. Iâm fine,â Stiles said. âI need to get back to work.â
âYou need to rest,â Derek argued.â
âThis guyâs still out there, Derek. Heâs not going to stop,â Stiles snapped, turning to glare at Derek.
âAnd weâll stop him,â the man promised. âWeâll start tomorrow. All of us.â
Stiles turned away from him, letting his shoulders sag as he let out a defeated sigh. When he spoke again, his voice was quiet.
âI canât⌠I canât sleep,â he admitted.
Derek took a step closer. âI thought they gave you something for that?â
âNo, I mean, every time I close my eyes I feel like Iâm back in that car, exceptâŚâ
âExcept what?â Derek asked.
âExcept this time, youâre not coming; this time you donât find me in time,â he said. He couldnât bring himself to look Derek in the eye, his mind racing as he began to ramble, âYou know, when youâre drowning, you donât actually inhale until right before you black out. Itâs called voluntary apnoea. Itâs like no matter how much youâre freaking out, the instinct to not let any water in is so strong that you wonât open your mouth until you feel like your headâs exploding. Then, when you finally do let it in, thatâs when it stops hurting. Itâs not scary anymore. Itâs actually kind of peaceful.â
âHey,â Derek whispered, crouching beside Stiles and levelling his gaze with his. âIâll always find you,â he promised.
Stiles smiled weakly.
âCome home with me,â Derek said softly.
Stiles blinked in shock. âWhat?â
âYou can sleep at my place tonight,â Derek said. âThat way, when you open your eyes, Iâll be there.â
âReally?â Stiles asked.
A sweet smile lifted Derekâs lips. âReally.â
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New Beginning
Chapter Nine
*This chapter has been edited by my Beta Casey. Thanks for the follows, reviews, and favorites. Please let me know if you think things are progressing too slowly. Im worried that everything isn't running as smoothly as I hoped. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Your feedback gives me motivation, so don't be a silent reader. I promise I don't bite...too hard;)*
I opened the door to the house just as Jeremy was heading upstairs. I tossed my bag on the couch and followed him up. Oddly enough, he made his way into Elena's room. I had thought they were on the outs, but they were talking as I walked in. I ignored whatever they were saying and threw myself on Elena's bed. I wasn't much for open displays of affection, but after the crap day I'd had to deal with, I could really use a little sibling time.
"Gah, this day sucked, Lena!" I said, throwing my head in her lap and ignoring the oomph of protest that escaped her.
I covered my face with my hands and listened to her and Jeremy's conversation.
"Is Vicki in there?" she asked, nodding her head in the direction of his room.
My eyebrows rose at the revelation. Well, well, well little Jer getting it on with naughty Vic...
"You and Vic? Wow, I hope you wrapped it, Jeremy," I said without thinking.
Elena's mouth shot open, and she grabbed her pillow and used it to pummel me in the face.
"Ewww! Ellie that's disgusting. I don't wanna hear about what our brother does with Vicki or anyone else!" she shouted.
Jeremy was laughing loudly at our little display. I pulled myself away from Elena and jumped up beside Jeremy.
"What!? It's a valid and important thing to ask. I don't wanna be an auntie yet! Plus, Vic is...experienced. I just wanna make sure he is being safe," I tossed the nearby pillow at her face, then looked at Jeremy with a fixed expression. "So, you are being smart, right, Jer?"
He tried to hide the red shade the was beginning to cover his face without success. He put his hands over his eyes with a grumble. I laughed at his embarrassment and pulled his hands away, revealing his cherry red features.
"Ya know Jer, they say if you're too embarrassed to discuss sex than you're too young to be having it." I joked.
He pulled away from me and threw himself on Elena's window seat with a huff.
"We are being careful, El, and I know all about her past â it doesn't bother me," he said, indignantly
I sat back down beside Elena and laid back in her lap, shrugging.
"Okay then, that's all I wanted to know,"
Elena ran her fingers through my hair as we were all quiet for a moment.
"God, isn't it weird how adult our conversations have become? I can remember when we were all fighting over each other's toys. Where did the time go?" Elena asked.
Jeremy and I looked at her, our faces overcast with memories.
"We grew up, Lena. I miss our childhood as well but try to remember that we get to experience new things now. Like college, marriage, children," Jeremy said. "there is still so much to come,"
I quickly wiped the tears from my face as I imagined their lives. It was a sad and beautiful thought. I only wished I could be there to share it all with them.
"Ugh, enough of the heavy stuff. Now, how about we discuss why Lena is a pouty potato?" I said in a sing-song voice.
Elena smacked my forehead and sighed deeply. "I'm miserable," she said petulantly, her bottom lip sticking out a bit.
"Aww, poor little Lena. What happened?" I asked playfully.
I was hoping to lighten the mood because I knew exactly what was wrong with her. Stefan was still continuing to hide everything from her. She continued to play with my hair and looked down at me with a sullen expression.
"Stefan and I had a fight,"
My thoughts were confirmed. My eyes shifted to Jeremy, who had been tapping his foot impatiently. I could tell there was something he was hiding.
"Well, you should go get something to eat," he said.
I gave him a quizzical look as I slipped off of Elena's lap. I grabbed her hand and pulled her off the bed.
"Jeremy is right. I'm pretty sure I saw some strawberry ice cream in the freezer," I said.
I pushed her out the door and down the stairs. When I made to follow her into the kitchen, Jeremy grabbed my wrist and held me back. He put his finger against his lips and smiled at me. We waited in the living room, and I understood why as soon as Elena said Stefan's name. Jeremy pulled me back toward the stairs.
"He is gonna fix her dinner as an apology. He asked me if I'd help lure her downstairs," he said.
I shook my head and bit my bottom lip as we headed back up the stairs. "I really wanted that ice cream," I said, longingly.
Jeremy's laugh was all I heard as I pouted all the way into my room.
I was looking at myself in the mirror, eyeing my purple and black two-piece with a hateful glare. Why had I allowed myself to be talked into this stupid car wash? I wasn't even a cheerleader! I pulled at the top trying, in vain, to cover more of my cleavage. I felt incredibly exposed. My suit was just an average two-piece, apart from the black jewel placed conveniently between my breasts, but I still felt like I was basically naked. I mean, I could remember the days when a woman would be called a whore for revealing her legs, and here I was now, leaving very little to the imagination.
Damn Caroline and her shopping addiction. I should have known she had ulterior motives for offering to buy me a swimsuit. I gave the suit one last spiteful glare before throwing on my purple shorts and a tank top. Gods, this is gonna be so humiliating...
I grabbed my matching purple flower-shaped sunglasses and hooked them onto my shirt. I quickly braided my hair and sprayed on some sunscreen before headed downstairs. Elena and Bonnie had left five minutes ago, so according to 'Caroline Standard Time,' I was running late.
I yelled my goodbyes to Jenna, who was still somewhere in the house and made my way to my car. I hopped inside and winced as my skin met the hot leather. I turned the air on full blast and switched the radio on.
I was already nodding my head to the beat of the music as I pulled out of the drive. I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel, singing along to the music when a black blur sped past my window. I screamed and tried to keep from swerving when I noticed a crow flying towards the windshield.
At the last minute, it changed direction and once again flew past my window. My breathing was rapid and substantial as I tried to calm myself down. My mind raced frantically when I realized that the crow had been much more than a bird. It was Damon.
I turned into the school parking lot and parked my car. I leaned into the steering wheel and let a few tears escape. He was calling for me, but what could I do? He was dangerous and explosive â he would be out for revenge, and that would lead to so much unnecessary loss. I heard a loud whistle and wiped my face before looking out my windshield to see Caroline. She threw up her hands and ushered for me to get out of the car. I waved and took a deep breath as I climbed out. I locked my car and ran over to Caroline, who was talking to a small group of people all wearing their own suits of torture.
"No friend discounts. No freebies. No pay-ya-laters. We are not running a charity here," Caroline barked, her hands on her hips, "No, we are not,"
I stood next to Elena and Bonnie, both smiling at Caroline in exasperation.
"No, we are not," Elena whispered, with barely restrained laughter.
I kept my mouth closed; too many thoughts stole any amusement I could have felt at Caroline's forceful attitude. Caroline looked down at her clipboard and began barking orders. I looked over to see Stefan heading towards us and sidestepped away from him. I wasn't ready to talk to him yet. My guilt was still too thick. I wasn't sure what he would do if he knew Damon was calling out to me. Luckily I was distracted by the hurricane that was Caroline Forbes.
"The event is called Sexy Suds, ya know. Why are you still dressed?" she asked.
I looked down at my shorts and tank top with a sigh and pulled my shirt off over my head. As I was slipping off my shorts, I could see Elena and Stefan kissing off to the side. I almost tripped in a mild shock. It was so strange seeing them kiss. All I could see was Katherine, which confused me because oddly enough, I never saw Katherine when I looked at Elena...until now.
"Okay, put your clothes in your bag and head over to Bonnie and Matt. You'll be pairing off with Matt while Bon works with Tiki and Tyler," Caroline ordered.
I looked away from the little public display of affection that had me baffled and moved over to Matt. I could see Matt was feeling just as sick by Elena and Stefan's presentation as I was.
"Uh-uh, no. None of that tortured pining stuff," Bonnie told him.
I couldn't help but smile at this.
"I'm just observing," Matt said.
I patted his shoulder as I passed him. I put my clothes in my bag and laid it on the ground next to Bonnie's stuff.
"Okay, let's get soapy," I said, earning a laugh from Matt.
I grabbed a sponge and began washing the red car in front of me. I ignored the stares I was getting from the guy we were washing the car for. I jumped slightly when the grey figure of Rebekah appeared beside him. She was looking him over with disgust on her face.
"God, look at this guy, Ellie â as if he'd ever have a shot with you. Ugh, he is disgusting!" she said aghast.
I bit back my retort, knowing how crazy I would look just carrying on a discussion with an invisible person. I continued to wash the windows trying to avoid the water Matt was flinging at me.
"Ya know, I have a few brothers that would love to meet you. One in particular," Rebekah said to the man who was now greedily staring at my ass.
I stood and adjusted my suit in embarrassment. Matt noticed my unease and grabbed the bucket of water that sat between us. He caught the eye of Tyler, who was standing behind the guy. They both tossed their buckets of water at the creep. Rebekah jumped out of the way, even though she didn't need to, just as the water hit him. He screamed in surprise and started to chase Matt and Tyler around the car. They were both laughing and shooting me smiles. I giggled along with Bonnie, who had used her powers to splash a rude Tiki after she had started whining about us mistreating the customers. Our fun was quickly ruined when Caroline stomped towards us in a blonde storm of fury.
"What are you guys doing?" she yelled.
We all looked at one another, all speaking at once. Caroline grabbed the creep by his ear and pulled him towards his car.
"Get outta here," she said.
The guy flipped her off and jumped into his still soapy car and sped off.
"Elena is out of towels and those shimmy things," Caroline told me pointedly.
I nodded sheepishly, "I'll go get some," I said, smiling back at Matt and Tyler.
They saluted me as I walked away and towards the school. The cold air greeted me and sent a shiver down my spine as I entered the empty halls. The eeriness of it all made me jump when my shoes squeaked on the freshly waxed floor. I kept my head down and tried to ignore the weird feeling that walking through the halls at school in my bikini gave me. I could honestly say it was an experience I never wanted to repeat. Finally, I reached the supply closet. I made to open the door when a shadow at the other end of the hall made me stop.
"Hello? Care?" I said, squeezing my eyes shut in annoyance.
I was the dumb girl at the beginning of every scary movie ever. I grabbed the handle of the door and pulled it open â I was not getting killed today. I grabbed what I needed and kicked the door closed behind me. I quickly headed back the way I came when I heard a familiar, pleading voice behind me.
Dammit.
Slowly I turned around to see a flickering version of Damon.
"Elandra. Elandra, help me. Help me,"
I stomped my foot down in anger when the image flickered again and disappeared. He was totally gonna make me regret this. I dropped the towels and ran outside to my car.
I sped towards the Boarding House, slamming my hands on the wheel repeatedly.
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" I yelled with every hit.
What the hell was I doing? He was going to hurt people! Yet, I couldn't turn around, not after hearing his voice call to me. He was still my Damon and was once my best friend, and I would be damned if I left him to mummify and suffer.
I wasn't the kind of person to leave him like this â It was almost like another curse. I trusted and saved people until I had nothing left to give. Angry tears filled my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I would just have to deal with whatever this caused. I could bury the guilt â I had too.
My tires squealed as I sped into their drive. I had to hurry; I wasn't sure how long Stefan would be gone.
Stefan, Gods he was gonna hate me.
I shook my head forcefully, I didn't have time for depressing thoughts. I entered the house quickly and scanned my surroundings for Zach. Luckily I found him on the couch asleep. I quietly stepped beside him and touched his head, causing him to fall into a deeper sleep â I didn't want him to get hurt. I would hate to be the reason the Salvatore bloodline was lost.
"Elandra, please," Damon said, his voice lilting through the air almost seductively.
I ran to the cellar door and carefully took the narrow steps one at a time. I finally made it to the door and looked in through the tiny window.
"You called?" I said sarcastically.
His eyes were lifeless, and his face was a sickly pale color. He licked his dry, cracked lips, and I could see his hunger. I felt pity surge in me, and I started to unbolt the door. I stopped and looked him over again.
"Don't kill me, Damon," I said.
His blue eyes cleared for a brief moment as he took in my words.
His weak face turned grave, " I would never hurt you, Elandra," he said, his voice dry.
The corner of my mouth lifted in a sad smile, "Now we both know that's not true, Damon," I whispered.
He turned away from me and started to fall, his strength giving out. I swung the door open and lowered myself down next to him, only just then noticing I hadn't changed from my bikini. I shifted slightly and felt the rush of blood in my neck and face. I sat on my knees and lifted his heavy head onto my shoulder.
"Damon, Damon! I'm gonna need you to drink, okay," I said.
His eyes were closed, and breathing was erratic. I looked around in panic. My gaze landed on a jagged stone by my foot, and I grabbed it in determination. I held the cold stone in my shaky hand and took a deep breath.
"Okay. Okay, I can do this," I whispered.
I took the sharper end of the stone and laid it against my neck, I dug it into my skin and let out a rush of air through my teeth. I could feel blood trickling down my throat as I tossed the rock behind me. Grabbing Damon's head, I laid his lips against my neck. I let out a relieved laugh as he started to lick the blood from my skin. I kept my eyes on the wall in front of me when he began to hold his own weight. A jab of pain told me he had finally inserted his fangs into the small gash I had made. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close as he drank my life's blood. The hand I had on his shoulder started to falter as I grew weaker â he was taking to much.
"Damon," I murmured, barely able to keep myself awake.
Slowly he pulled away, allowing me to see his vampiric face. It was frighteningly beautiful. In my weakened state, my mind was having trouble processing what was happening, but I was almost certain he let out a pained moan when I ran my fingers across the black veins under his eyes. My eyelids fluttered closed, and my hand dropped from his face.
"El, stay with me. Here, drink," Damon rushed out.
I could feel his wrist on my lips, and I parted them as best I could as the salty, coppery taste of his blood filled my mouth. I gagged and tried to spit it out, but he kept my head still and bent down to my ear, "You have to swallow it, sweetie. I took too much, and you're weak," he mumbled in my ear.
My mind caught up finally, and I allowed myself to accept his blood. I instantly felt better and let him help me sit up. I ran my hand across my mouth and wiped the red liquid from the lips. I looked up at his nervous face and couldn't help but grin at him.
"Well, that was something," I said.
He chuckled and stood up in front of me, offering his hand.
"Thank you for helping me, El," he said.
I brushed off the dirt from my legs.
"But, you didn't have to dress so...provocatively," he slyly said, obviously knowing how uncomfortable I felt.
I slapped his arm and growled, less than menacingly, at him. A noise from above drew our attention to the fact that we were not alone.
"That's Zach. Please don't hurt him, Damon. He is still your family, please," I begged him, taking hold of his arm.
He pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head.
"Okay, as long as he doesn't try anything, I will let him live. But, Stefan is gonna pay, El," he said menacingly.
I looked up at his face the pale grey look was gone. He was back to his annoyingly beautiful self.
"Just leave Elena out of it," I said.
He kissed my head again, lingering for a brief moment before, with a rush of air, he was gone. I looked around at the dark and empty cellar with dread filling me. Things were about to go to hell.
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My one day in Sept-Ăles
04-Aug-2017
I was very tired, but it was my only day in town, so I got up at 8h. I saw it on google maps that there was a Walmart not too far from here, so I went to check it out (cause I know Walmart in the US and in Brazil, and the products/brands are very different, so I had to know what the one in Canada had to offer), especially because I'm getting a ride to the research station, tomorrow, and I need to kind of know what I'm gonna get, otherwise it will take me too long.
According to my phone, it was 14°C, and partially cloudy, so that's what I dressed for... well, it was at least 20°C and sunny!!
Walking around was nice... I felt like I was in a movie... and there are so many beautiful plants everywhere!
As for the Walmart, I was happy with it until I realized there wasn't much food to choose from... it was mostly canned/boxed stuff... but I did get a little something for my nephew (my brother's dog) and breakfast (donuts). It's right by the water though, so there's a nice view, with lots of birds!
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BTW, I didn't bring my camera with me because I needed to buy a new one (which is a lot cheaper here), so until I get to the station, I only have that 10-year-old one, that I used in Namibia.
I took my time there and got a bit lost on the way back to the hostel, so I got there at 10h50, to find a note on my bed from my roommate, saying that he had left with a friend at 10h30, for Les Croisières du Capitaine, if I wanted to try and join them. Well, first I had to figure out where that was, then I quickly changed and left, in the hopes that they would still be there (we didn't know what time the boat would leave for the island).
I got there a little after 11h, but they weren't there... but they didn't get on the boat either, because it had left at 10h, and the next one was only at 14h. So I sat by the water and had my donuts... made friends with a seagull that kept wanting to get close to me... then I walked around the area and decided to go back to the hostel to put on some sunscreen and get more water.
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I took a different route, and it's just so nice!! Sept-Ăles reminds me a little of Garopaba, that town in Brazil where I went last year, to see the Southern Right Whales, and fell in love with it!
I got back at 13h30 and there was my roommate! We paid for the trip ($25, both ways) and left... it was actually just the 2 of us.
In spite of being a warm day, it got pretty chilly on the boat! But the island is quite close, so it was a short trip.
As soon as we got to Ăle Grande Basque we could see that it's quite pretty! And the water on the beach is super clear!! Of course, it's also super cold!! Oh, btw, the tap water here is either hot or freezing cold; there's no in between!!
We talked to the guides (well, he did most of the talking, because they didn't speak much English, and I don't speak much French) and they told us where we should go, after explaining the rules, and off we went!
The vegetation is so different from all the other places I normally go to... it's mainly pine trees!! And it's beautiful!!
We went up to the look out, and the view was stunning!! $25 is a lot for me (around 70 in my currency), but it was worth it! Canada is such a beautiful country!!
We only had 2 hours until the boat left for the continent, and it turn out that it was a preeeetty long trail that they had suggested, so by the end we had to really hurry not to miss the boat!! My legs were dying!! But it was good!! We still had to wait for the guides, who weren't back yet.
I was sitting on the opposite side, but they saw a minke whale, when we were already pretty close to the continent!! I turned around and was pretty sure I saw one or two dorsal fins, but that was it... still, pretty cool!!!
I wanted to walk in that direction, to see if I could find them, but I was dead tired, and my legs were hurting, especially the one that was already hurt from the accident, so I just went back to the hostel with him.
Once we were there, I sat on my bed for a little while, and started to not feel too good... I remembered I hadn't had anything savory to eat all day, so I ate the mini pretzels from the plane, before getting in the shower, because I knew my blood pressure would drop with the hot water and I would pass out if I didn't... I felt better and went to shower... well, that wasn't enough and I almost passed out anyways! I really thought I wouldn't be able to walk out of that bathroom, but after a long time (probably half an hour or so), I managed to do it... little by little... then I just lied on my bed and dried my hair like that... reminded me of my first time in Africa, when I got really sick and had to dry my hair lying down because I was too weak... I just lied there until I was back to normal, then went up to the kitchen to eat a couple more donuts. =P
I didn't stay up for very long, afterwards. Even though I'm feeling fine, I'm still dead tired, and tomorrow should be a long day!
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Oh, how the tables have turned - Part 7
Clyde Logan x Reader
Inspired by @clyde-prompts: âSome guys are rude and use ableist slurs against Clyde. The reader is with them, and although she feels bad about whatâs happening, is too scared to say anything in front of her âfriendsâ. She comes back to the bar a couple nights later to try and show him sheâs not a bad person. They get to know each other and fall in loveâ. Doesnât fully follow the prompt.Â
Warnings: Language, first person POVÂ
Word count: ~5000
Rating: Mature
Setting: Pre-heist
Tags: @lonelyravenclaw @kyloren-supreme-ben @onmyknees4steve @elsablackswift @helloimindelaware @mwcritics @makingtimemine @littlekylo
Mellie showed up as we were picking everything up and bringing the leftovers inside.
âSadie, sweetie, your mom sent me to pick you up. She wants you to go shopping today,â she told her, after saying hello and giving me a hug.
âAwwwâŚâ Sadie whined. âBut I donât wanna leave yet! We didnât even finish making all the muffins.â She looked at me with pleading eyes, as if I could do something about it.
âIâm sorry sweetie, but your mom said itâs for the pageant and you have to go today.â Not even hearing the magic word could make her feel better, her face scrunched into the most pitiful frown Iâd seen in a while.
âIâll make the rest and send you some,â I tried offering an alternative, because even if I wanted her to stay, her mother was the one to decide. âAnd then you can come another time and weâll make more. Hopefully it wonât be as hot as it is today so we can make cupcakes and I can show you how to make animals out of frosting.â A spark of enthusiasm flashed through her eyes, but then she crossed her arms, disgruntled. âCome on, itâs for the pageant,â I insistent. âDidnât you love pageants?â
âItâs just shoppingâŚâ she mumbled and ended it with a dramatic sigh, but didnât argue anymore.
I went to the kitchen to pack the rest of the muffins and give them to the girls. A while back, I had bought some cute paper boxes that I really didnât need, but would now prove useful. Plus, theyâd make me seem fancy for owning colourful, paper boxes.
âI hope the boys arenât giving you too much trouble,â Mellie said, entering my kitchen.
âNah, why would they?â
âI donât know,â she shrugged, smiling, and I wondered if maybe she knew something I didnât. âThey can be a handful sometimes. And so can Sadie.â
âEverythingâs fine,â I laughed. âMy kitchen needs a little cleaning, but otherwise everything is great. I did have a lot of fun today and I really appreciate the help,â I said, putting the last few muffins in the colourful boxes, and handing them to Mellie. âSadie was the master baker today.â
âOh was she? Wow, and your kitchen is still pretty much intact, thatâs surprising.â
I laughed and assured her that Sadie had been a very good student. She deserved to get a little praise, because she was really a genuinely good kid. I could see how proud Mellie was of her, and it made me happy.
In the end, there were no tears, but it was still a pretty emotional goodbye. Nah, Iâm joking, we just hugged and they got into the car and left, after making her dad promise that theyâd come back another time. I didnât really mind, I actually enjoyed their company. They were really nice people that I enjoyed having as friends. And to my surprise, there had been a lot less teasing than I had expected. I guess I had been surrounded by assholes for so long that I kept expecting the worst from people. But Jimmy hadnât mocked me and didnât do anything to try and embarrass me in from of his brother, even though by now he probably noticed my crush.
But the hard part was only starting, I realized a little later, as I was washing the dishes. Without Sadie to act as a distraction, it wasnât that easy to keep my eyes off of Clyde. Especially since he decided he didnât need his t-shirt anymore so he just took it off and was now walking in front of my window in all his bare-chested glory. I huffed and finished washing the dishes, keeping my head down and hoping he wouldn't be able to see my blush.
I kept myself busy with cleaning the kitchen, while the last batch of muffins were in the oven. I kept glancing at Clyde from time to time, because self-control wasnât really my forte. And to be honest, what else could I have done? There was a really hot, half-naked man constantly moving into my field of vision. I tried keeping my eyes down for the most part, but he was like a magnet.
âYouâll get a sunburn if you donât put some sunscreen on,â I said, leaning on the counter. The afternoon sun was quite strong, I could feel it burn through the open window. It definitely wasnât the time to be exposed to it, especially with Clydeâs skin type.
His head snapped in my direction and I could actually see how his cheeks became gradually redder as realization dawned him. I wondered if heâd forgotten I was even there and could see him. Somehow, he seemed a little too shy to have done it on purpose.
âItâs ok,â he mumbled.
âNo, itâs not,â I laughed, shaking my head.
âItâs just too hot⌠And the t-shirt is wet,â he said averting his gaze, as if he was trying to apologize for being shirtless.
âWith that light skin of yours youâll get the mother of all sunburns in a couple of hours. Iâll try to find something for you.â I didnât give him the chance to protest and bolted into the living room, looking for some sunscreen.
I knew I had some, I just didnât know where. Since my life was mostly spend indoors, trapped in the neverending cycle of home-car-work-and home again, I didnât really have much use for sun protection, besides the one provided by my face moisturizer. But I remembered buying some cosmetics a couple of weeks back and receiving a promotional bottle of sun spray, since summer season was almost here, but I just didnât remember where I put it.
I found it eventually, at the bottom of a storage basket in my bathroom. I looked at the bottle and laughed. It was for kids. Well, at least it had high SPF, exactly what Clydeâs fair skin needed. And it smelled really nice, I thought, shoving my nose into the cap.
âI found it,â I said wiggling the bottle.
Clyde was sitting in the shade of one of the trees, drinking a glass of water and smiled as I approached. His skin had already become a little pink on his shoulders and I realized I might be a little too late.
âDo you want some help with this?â I asked. I was pretty sure he wasnât able to reach everywhere, I knew I wasnât and I didnât have a prosthetic arm, but I didnât know how averse he might have been to being touched. As far as Iâd noticed, he seemed to keep his distance from people and didnât seem the touchy-feely kind.
âUmmmâŚâ He seemed to think about it for a moment. âYes please,â he mumbled, almost inaudibly, looking at the ground.
âOkay, brace yourself cause it may be cold,â I warned, before generously spraying his shoulders and handing him the bottle, to spray the places he reached.
âWhy is it green?â he asked, running his hand over the lotion and rubbing it between his fingers.
âI donât know. Itâs for kids,â I shrugged, bringing the sunscreen down on his back, leaving a green trace. His skin felt really hot to the touch, and I was fascinated by all the freckles and beauty marks contrasting beautifully on his pale skin. âI guess kids just like colourful stuff.â
âWhy do you have sun lotion for kids?â he asked, frowning at the bottle, and handing it back to me.
âI got it for free. I donât complain about things I get for free. But donât worry, the colour disappears after you rub it in,â I said, spraying more on his back. He did have quite an impressive back, it was impossible for me not to notice, and I could feel my cheeks starting to burn. I knew I shouldnât be enjoying this as much as I did, but to my surprise, he didnât seem tense or uncomfortable. He had his eyes closed, I noticed when I shifted a little to reach his right arm, and seemed quite relaxed.
There was something really beautiful about the way his hair fell in waves to his shoulders. His big ears sometimes poked through the curtain of dark hair, like an invitation to kiss them. I smiled, and was thankful that he wasnât looking at me right now.
âAll done,â I said, once I was satisfied with the amount of sun protection he had on. He blinked a few time, adjusting to the light and thanked me. âWait no,â I said and sprayed some products on my fingers. âClose your eyes.â
I ran my fingers over his nose, coating his skin in the most unhealthy shade of green someone could come up in a lab. It almost made him look like an alien, his freckles dotting his now green skin. I started laughing so he laughed too, forcing me to grab his chin to make him stop moving around so I wouldnât get any lotion in his mouth.
Somehow I didnât expect him to open his eyes and look at me with such a soft expression, one that made my heart almost break out of my chest. If I hadnât been blushing already, I was sure I was burning up right now. I tried spreading the lotion on his face, focusing on something else, but it was incredible how flustered a simple look could make me.
But it wasnât just a look. As I was kneeling in front of him, his hand found its way to the small of my back, pulling me closer. I lost my balance for half a second and my hands went to his shoulders for support. His bare skin felt even hotter than before, but maybe it was just me. He was still looking, his gaze much more intense than before, sucking me in, and I couldnât look away. I let my fingers brush over his shoulder and then entangle in his hair, something I wanted to do for a long time.
He pulled me even closer, until our faces were mere inches apart. His lips were slightly parted and his breathing a little more laboured than before. He seemed to be waiting, looking at me with slight uncertainty. But it was his turn to make the next move, I knew and I hoped he did too. I wasnât gonna force myself onto him, so he had to give me clear signs that he wanted this just as much as I did.
Eventually, he took a deep breath and moved forward, pressing his lips onto mine.
âClyde!â
We both jumped apart, Jimmyâs voice pulling us out of the moment. I cursed him in my head for picking the worst moment possible to need something. I barely even got a taste of his lips.
âShit,â Clyde muttered, getting up and going to see what his brother wanted.
I ran my hands over my face, giggling like an idiot. Ok, that happened. He kissed me. My mind was screaming at me and my heart was beating a million times a minute, and I knew I needed to take a few moments to come down from this high. It was like I was a teenager once again, being kissed for the first time, thatâs how flustered I was. But it was understandable, I thought. This wasnât your typical date, where you knew what everyone was there for, trying to see if there was enough chemistry between you to move forward. This was a little childish, a game, two people dancing around each other, unsure what to do. I liked it. It felt alive.
I got up and decided to go inside, to give us some time to cool down and think about what happened, before that atmosphere became too awkward. I stopped at the bottom of the ladder just in time to hear Jimmy ask Clyde what the hell was on his face.
âUhhh⌠sunscreen,â came his shaky response.
âIâm gonna head back inside,â I said, making Clydeâs head turn to look at me and Jimmyâs pop out of the attic. âIâll bring you some drinks and snacks later, if you want to take a break. And if you need me, just yell.â
âAlright,â Jimmy said. âWhat did you do to my brother?â
âWhat? Green suits him,â I laughed. âGives him a little hmmm⌠mermaid? Merman vibe?â
âMore like swamp monster,â Jimmy laughed and earned a frown from Clyde.
âAww⌠thatâs mean. Anyway, Iâll be inside doing some stuff,â I said, pointing towards the house.
âDonât let us keep you.â Jimmyâs head retreated into the attic once again, leaving me and Clyde alone once again.
Clyde looked at me from above and I could see he was struggling to say something, but in the end he gave up and just nodded. I went inside and doused my face in cold water.
I spent the rest of the afternoon doing some chores I had been neglecting. I did my laundry, vacuumed the house and ironed some work clothes. I kept an eye on the boys and regularly brought them cold drinks and snacks, so they wouldnât shrivel in the heat. I even went up with Jimmy and he explained to me that he replaced the broken tiles and some of the old rafters. It wouldnât leak anymore, but the whole framework was old and would eventually give in. He even replaced some of the insulation that had been damaged by rain, so mould wouldnât form. He offered to come and help me repaint the ceiling one day, but I told him it looked cool the way it was.
The truth was, I kinda wanted to paint the house myself over the holidays. It was a goal I set for myself when I moved in. I wasnât very handy, but it seemed like something I could pull off on my own. It would give me a sense of accomplishment and it would definitely make the house belong to me.
I finished baking the rest of the muffins and popped the casserole in the oven for dinner. I had used my oven in one day more than Iâd ever used it, and it made me feel good about myself. Iâd gotten used from my time in New York, where Iâd come from work so late that Iâd just eat whatever I could get my hands on and then fall asleep, to just skip cooking and resort to what I took to call âdeconstructed sandwichesâ (basically a piece of bread in one hand and a random piece of protein in the other) for dinner. Maybe it was time to get my shit together and stop living like a cave troll.
Living with someone would definitely help in that aspect. I allowed myself to imagine for a moment what it would be like to wake up next to Clyde, make him breakfast in the morning, see his sleepy face every day, but then I shook my head, trying to snap out of it. Live in the present, woman, I told myself, before you end up disillusioned.
It was still pretty hot when they boys finished, although the sun wasnât burning as badly as earlier. I knew it was going to be one of those nights Iâd have to sleep with all the windows open and it would still feel like the depths of hell. Thank you, Global Warming!
I didnât know when they finished and loaded the remaining materials into the truck, I just suddenly noticed there was no more noise coming from my above me, so I went outside.
âIt has been done,â Jimmy announced in a theatrical voice, closing the door on this truck.
âAlready? That was fast.â
âIs that how little confidence you have in me, Baby?â
âNope, Iâm just pleasantly surprised, thatâs all,â I said, picking up some spider web from his hair. âYou guys should shower, dinnerâs ready.â I turned my head to look at Clyde and burst into laughter. âOh my god, youâre radioactive!â
And he could have been: the skin on his shoulders and back was a bright, angry shade of red. The redness went down to his mid back, and looked insanely painful. At this point, I was sure heâd be glowing in the dark.
âHe spends too much time in that dark cave of his,â Jimmy scoffed and I figured he was talking about the Duck Tape. âThis is what happens when you donât see the sun for months at a time.â
Clyde frowned, but didnât say anything. The skin on his nose and cheeks was also sunburnt, making him look like he was blushing. It wasnât a bad look on him.
âGo inside and take a shower,â I told him, âIâll look for some after sun lotion in the meantime.â He nodded and grabbed a change of clothes from the truck.
Jimmy sat on the porch while I looked for the lotion. After I found it, I grabbed two beers from the fridge and sat next to him.
âDinner is ready,â I said, handing him a bottle. âI could set the table on the porch if youâd like.â
âWhatâs with you and food?â he asked, a little amused. âYou kept feeding us today, like you were afraid weâd starve.â
âWell you didnât let me do anything else, so I had to do something,â I ranted, embarrassed. âI needed to feel like Iâm being useful, otherwise I would have probably just hovered around you asking if you needed any help.â I was a bit of a mom friend, I had to admit, and I really wanted everyone to be fed and comfortable, especially when they were at my place.
âItâs better that you didnât,â he admitted, jokingly.
âI know, right?â I laughed. âAnyway, we should talk about payment.â
âWhat payment?â He frowned at me.
âFor the materials, and your work.â
âNah. You donât have to pay me.â
âJimmy.â
âSeriously. I fixed a leak in Mellieâs roof earlier this year and most off the materials were extra from that job. You donât have to pay me anything for something that was just gathering dust in my garage.â
âWell then Iâll pay you for your work,â I insisted.
âDo you ever take no for an answer?â he asked, scratching his forehead.
âRarely.â
âTold you, you donât have to pay me. You cooked for us, entertained my daughter and saved me from the wasps, youâve repaid me enough. Seriously, you donât have to,â he laughed, but I still opened my mouth to protest. âYou can repay my brother if you want to,â he cut me off before I could say anything, so I shut my mouth before something stupid came out of it. Â âIâm gonna let you figure out how,â he added with a wink.
I took a swig of beer, hoping to hide my blush behind the bottle. âOkay,â I mumbled.
âHeâs a good kid, you know,â he said, looking away, like the conversation was taking on a more personal tone and he wasnât really comfortable with that. âHeâs just not that good with people. And ever since he came back from Iraq, he justâŚâ
I placed a hand on his shoulder in what I hoped would be a reassuring gesture. âItâs okay,â I said. I wasnât really good at comforting people, so I really didnât know what else to say.
âI just want him to be happy, thatâs all.â
âMe too,â I said, flashing him an encouraging smile, which was probably a little rusty since Iâd spent the best part of the past ten years frowning. He smiled back and turned his head to look at the door.
âWell, the swamp demon has emerged,â Jimmy announced, as a wet Clyde was joining us on the porch, a towel still on his shoulders. âMy turn to abuse the shower,â he said, quickly getting up.
âBe my guest,â I said, getting up to fetch the lotion.
A clean t-shirt was hiding most of the sun damage, but as far as I could see, his skin looked even redder thanks to the shower. The redness on his cheeks still made him look like he was blushing and with his still damp hair brushing his shoulders he looked a little like a wet puppy.
âTake off your shirt,â I said, unscrewing the cap. âItâs after sun lotion,â I explained,âit will calm the burn considerably and it will make your skin much feel better.â
âNo, itâs alright,â he mumbled. âIt doesn't hurt.â
âYet,â I said, giving him a look. âI get it that you wanna be manly and real men donât use lotions, but trust me, youâre gonna regret it if you donât listen to me. Itâs gonna hurt like hell and keep you up all night.â
âAlright,â he gave in, and it looked like his perpetual blush became a little deeper as he took his t-shirt off.
âHere we go,â I said, squirting a considerable quantity of product in the palm of my hand.
I started applying it as gently as I could, knowing that even if his skin hadnât started hurting yet, there would still be a considerable amount of discomfort. He hissed when my fingers made contact and I jumped slightly.
âIâm sorry,â I said, retracting my hands. âI didnât thinkâŚâ
âTwo,â I heard him chuckle and suddenly I didnât feel sorry anymore.
âOh, so thatâs how it is?â I said, realizing that he did it just to get an apology out of me. âWell I can play dirty too.â I said as menacingly as I could while also stifling a laughter. I placed my hands on his shoulders, massaging roughly. If he wanted to pretend to be in pain, then maybe he should experience some. He didnât even wince. I guess he had a lot more self control that I thought. So I had to bring out the big guns.
I grabbed him by the sensitive skin right above his elbow, and pinched. Clyde sucked in a deep breath, but still kept silent. I wasnât about to give up so I pinched harder. And harder.
âOkay, okay it hurts,â he blurted out, trying to get his arm out of my grasp.
âMagic word?â
âIâm sorry! Iâm sorry,â he mumbled.
âThree!â I laughed and let go of his skin, vigorously massaging the sore spot. He groaned, but I really didnât care. âHave you learned you lesson, Mister Logan?â
âYes?â he said looking at me over his shoulder, but the tiny grin that was just forming in the corner of his mouth told me otherwise. So thatâs how he wanted to play. Okay, I could do it too. Just wait and see.
I poured more lotion into the palm of my hand and started gently massaging his shoulders, like it had been the plan before he decided to trick me into apologizing. He sat in silence and let me pamper him, and I had to admit I was taking a little longer than strictly necessary. He smelled like pomegranate from the lotion and my favourite shampoo, and I really wanted slither my arms around his torso, rest my head on his shoulder and nuzzle into his hair. I wondered if heâd mind. After all, he just kissed me a few hours back.
My fingers absentmindedly brushed along his side, and I could feel him shying away from my touch.
âAre you ticklish?â I asked, moving around so I could better reach his chest.
âA little, yeah,â he smiled.
âHmm⌠good to know,â I tried to appear mischievous, but he didnât really take me seriously until I started wiggling my fingers closer and closer to his skin. He laughed nervously and kept moving, trying to get away from me, but I persisted until he grabbed one of my hands, pulling it away from his skin. My heart skipped a beat.
âPlease donât,â he said, still laughing.
I looked away, hoping that he wouldnât notice the blush that I knew was starting to form on my face. He still hadnât let go of my hand. âI wonât, but only if you stop fidgeting,â I said, poking a finger in the open lotion bottle, trying to get more product on. Having another free hand to pour the lotion would have been useful, but I realized that Iâd gladly give up the use of one hand if he was the one holding it.
âClose your eyes,â I warned him before leaving a trail of lotion on his nose and gently spreading it out. His face relaxed and went back to his usual somber expression. He didnât look sad, I noticed. That was just his resting face. However I missed that playful smile in the corner of his mouth. I wondered, if I kissed him, would that make him smile?
One moment of hesitation on my part and the moment was gone, interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing. I quickly got up and started screwing the cap back onto the bottle, keeping a safe distance from Clyde. I didnât want Jimmy to get any ideas and start teasing us, something I knew neither Clyde nor I would like.
Clyde looked sad. He looked at his hand like the sudden absence of mine left an empty spot. I didnât want him to feel like rejected in any way, and I definitely didnât want him to think that I was somehow ashamed or didnât want his brother to see us together. Itâs just that⌠fuck it, I thought, took a step closer to him and kissed his cheek, then turned around and entered the kitchen without looking back.
âIâm gonna plate everything,â I said loud enough for everyone to hear, âbut if you guys wanna eat on the porch, Iâm gonna need someone to carry the table outside.â The taste of sun lotion lingered on my lips, a bit bitter and not tasting at all like the pomegranate scent it had.
âIâll do it!â I heard Jimmy yell from the living room. âHow did you manage to short-circuit my brother?â he asked, entering the kitchen and starting to fold the table.
âI did nothing,â I said, throwing him a quick smile over my shoulder. âIâm innocent.â I didnât sound innocent, but oh well.
âYeah, sure.â
âIt must be the heat,â I suggested, but I was still smiling.
âOh, itâs heat alright!â he laughed, grabbing the table and taking it outside.
We moved everything to the porch and ate outside. It was lively and fun, and I realized how much Iâd missed spending time with friends. I felt tired, but tired in a good way and I knew I would fall asleep instantly that night.
Clyde and I kept exchanging glances when we thought Jimmy wasnât looking. And he usually wasnât, too preoccupied with his beer or the stories he was telling. Sometimes it gave me the impression that he was doing it on purpose like he was trying to give us a little space. Any time there was something that we needed from the kitchen, he wouldnât let me get up and get it.
After dinner I packed them a few of the remaining muffins in those cute little boxes. I packed another extra box for Sadie too, and Jimmy promised heâd pay her a visit the next day before lunch to âdeliver the goodsâ.
âThere are mostly blueberry in yours,â I told Clyde as I has handing him the box. âThe others are some of my favourite.â
âThank you,â he said, and looked genuinely thankful.
âAnd the lotion bottle. This will be your friend for the next few days,â I said, giving him the bottle of lotion . âRemember to keep the skin hydrated and donât scratch once it starts itching.â
âThanks,â he said, reluctantly taking it. And then once again he looked like he wanted to say something else, but didn't know how. I just smiled and waved as the truck took off.
The house felt empty after they left. It was suddenly much too quiet, so I turned on the tv as I finished washing the dishes from tonightâs dinner. It was still early and enough adrenaline was running through my veins so I knewâcontrary to my initial beliefâthat I wouldnât be able to sleep anytime soon, so I decided to pamper myself and take a long ass bath, with scented candles and bath bombs. Without wine, cause I wasnât that fancy. I just soaked for a while until I was sure Iâd relaxed enough to go to bed. It wasnât very easy. Everytime I closed my eyes I felt Clydeâs lips on my own and a new wave a of giddiness took over me.
I regretted not being bolder. I should have just grabbed him by the t-shirt andâor by something else when he didnât have a t-shirtâand drag him somewhere where no one could see us and let him kiss me until Iâd turn blue from the lack of air. But I wasnât that brave, and neither was he.
I eventually emerged from the bath, but not before turning into a wrinkled raisin. I changed into my pajamas and got into bed, turning off the lights, only to notice my phoneâs screen light up with a notification.
âYou were right,â said Clydeâs message. âIt hurts.â
I couldnât help but laugh. I knew it was wrong laughing at someone elseâs misfortune, but a part of me was glad that I was right and another was happy that heâd messaged me.
âMore lotion. And consider taking some painkillers,â I texted back.
âNah. Itâs not that bad,â he replied after a few moments. âYou should go to sleep.â
âIâm working on it,â I said, checking the time. It was pretty late, but not that late that I would regret it in the morning, especially since I knew I could sleep in. I assumed he was also pretty used to staying up late.
âNight,â said his next message.
I was tempted to try and find something to keep the conversation going, but I decided that we both needed rest. Clyde more than me, the memory of his sleepy face in the morning making me giggle.
âGood night, Clyde,â I replied. Tomorrow was another day. And thanks to his sunburnt shoulders I had a reason to check on him. âSleep well.â
âYou too.â
I snuggled next to Clyde the Bear and fell asleep with the phone in my hand.
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My First LA Pride Weekend (Day Two)
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Day two!
Day two started off with me getting up around 7:30 and hopping in the shower. Having learned my lesson the day before, I packed much lighter and didnât bother with wearing a lot of clothing; I wore the tank top Iâd bought the day before and a skirt with some sneakers.
Hopped into the Uber early to get a good spot at the parade. Made it there an hour early after picking up and dropping off another couple, and sat at the curb close to West Hollywood Park so I could go right into the festival afterwards. People were handing things out again, including a free coffee shot that was flavored like Hersheyâs chocolate. I accepted gratefully.
The street was highly decorated with flags and balloons, music was blaring from the restaurants across the street. Some girl climbed the tree at some point to see the parade better.
A guy passed by us, selling shades, so I bought a pair. Fabulous.
There were some friendly people nearby, including my temporary Pride buddies for the day--Enrique and Hannah. They were younger than me, friends who were meeting up with old high school buddies inside. We chilled out together; Hannah really seemed to want to connect with people here.
The parade started and it was hot, and achingly sunny out. I felt myself getting crispy all day. A pair of younger teens were to our left in little clothing, and a girl in a sparkly rainbow bikini top and shorts. I offered them sunscreen and they accepted while holding my stuff so I could get it out for them.
I filmed a lot of video of the parade. There were transgender people marching, some riding in on bikes. There were drag queen floats and the Mac float, there were people with crazy hair and animal heads. One was a unicorn.
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There was a poster of two unicorns humping each other with some kind of message of having safe sex. There were people running by with flags and ribbons and all sorts of things. One of them was cool, with each row in the march carrying an individual color ribbon of the rainbow.
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There were protests and marches for various political reasons, including discrimination versus LGBT people and for unionizing workplaces for better conditions. It was a conglomeration of all my beliefs in one place.Â
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I felt so tied to everyone in the crowd, in the parade and march, like all the things Iâd correct people on or debate about or insist upon in my daily life were cemented by everyone acting proud just to be themselves.
I started feeling myself get too crispy in the sun despite the sunscreen I tried to keep myself covered with, and headed inside. Hannah and Enrique went with me, but we split up so they could do their thing while I headed right over to the Mac stage to get some glitter and sparkle. In line I chatted with a friendly gay couple and took their photo upon request. The guy who had asked of the two seemed really happy with them.
Up on top of the Mac stage I got myself glittered up on my face and arms, and was sprayed with special refreshing face stuff that felt really good in the hot sun. I let the lady do whatever she wanted on me and she just loaded on the glitter.
This time I took my time wandering and exploring, resting frequently in the shade. I sat on the grass in the shade after the parade and getting makeup to get some water and take a breather, and Hannah texted me to meet up for a while. I told her where I was and she met me there, resting as well.
Sitting with us was a lesbian couple who had somehow managed to smuggle in their pet corn snake, Silas. It was very active and curious, flicking its tongue when it sense the sunscreen its owner put on.Â
Hannah and I went around to explore together while Enrique danced at the far stage across the park. We went and spun some of the wheels at the tents, earning free stuff and playing games. I got chapsticks, orange shaved ice, and another bi bracelet. I bought myself a little gay Tokidoki unicorn to put on my shelf later.
We went to a little karaoke trailer where there were limited songs to choose from and met more people in line--a trans couple named Samantha and Connor. Samantha was tall and had a personality like a cat. Connor was easygoing and very laid-back and had really cute freckles.
Samantha helped me do my hair up more, sticking flags into my ponytail along with my rainbow hairbow.
They joined with us to make a group in the karaoke trailer. We sang Madonna, though I knew the words better than my younger friends. We rocked it, but the trailer was essentially like being ants under a magnifying glass in a hot box.
We were melting in the midday sun again so we showed the pair our resting place, where we met more of Hannahâs friends (Daisy and a few others). The two boys had each halves of a paopu fruit from Kingdom Hearts on their necklaces/collars, which made my brain melt from how cute it was.
They wrote things on each other and put body glitter on themselves, which blew in the wind onto some poor sleeping guy on the grass. I apologized profusely.Â
I chatted for a while with them, getting into a conversation with Connor about furry stuff (he was one also and was showing me his various characters and different fursonas). I showed him some of my artwork and we swapped websites before he and Samantha ran off to do their own thing.
Eventually I left the group to wander by myself for a while, wanting to see and do things without the restrictions of the othersâ preferences and because I was getting pretty tired. I passed by a tent that caught me by surprise... a Republican tent in a very Liberal LGBT event. I didnât stop to ask questions.
I felt satisfied at all that I had experienced and decided it was time to head home. On the way out, a gay couple asked to buy my wristband. One had one, the other didnât; I let them buy it for just the price Iâd paid for it and nothing more, and bought myself a quick dinner (sushi again).
There were some tired festival-goers and partying LGBT couples inside, and this was the first time I had someone give me trouble for my bisexuality. An inebriated gay guy asked what my flag meant, and I told him it was for bisexual people. He asked what it meant and I said it meant I was (at a very basic level) into both men and women (though personally I like a few other genders in between as well). He told me I was indecisive, that it was one or the other.
I didnât care to continue that conversation and just headed to the bar for my meal. Honestly, as much as Iâd feared the response to my sexuality, I feel that Iâd handled it just fine, and I was so full of energy and happiness from the whole weekend that it barely dampened my experience.
Someone stopped me and asked to take my picture, saying I looked so colorful and like Pride that he wanted to keep it with him. Smiling, I did so, requesting for a photo for my phone, too.
The ride home was quick because Iâd gone home so early before the crowd started leaving. My Lyft driver was really friendly, and we talked about nerd stuff the whole way.
At home my boyfriend realized how burnt I was, but I showered and put lotion on before dropping into bed, totally exhausted. I was happy and had had a wonderful time, and Iâll definitely be back next year!
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Communication is Key
pairings: Baekhyun x Reader, Kyungsoo x OC, Chanyeol x OC, Sehun x OC, Jongin x OC
genre: romance, angst, unrequited!love, cruel!Baekhyun
word count: 8,870
description: He cracks a smile, and your heart thuds. You have to glance away, smiling slightly even as your heart twists painfully, because that look, when his eyes turn to warm crescents, and his grin is soft⌠That look should be reserved for only the woman he loves. If only she had ever treasured him the way you still do.
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âThis heat hurts,â Baekhyun complains, throwing an arm over his face and glancing out the corner of his eye at you. He cracks a smile, and your heart thuds. You have to glance away, smiling slightly even as your heart twists painfully, because that look, when his eyes turn to warm crescents, and his grin is soft⌠That look should be reserved for only the woman he loves.
If only she had ever treasured him the way you still do.
You snort, downplaying the effect his smile has on you. âThatâs why youâre not supposed to come to the amusement park in the middle of the day,â you remind him, and Baekhyun sighs dramatically.
âIt isnât my fault,â he complains, but you donât even have to look to recognize the smile in his voice. âIf you had woken up earlier, we could have left in the morning before the sun came out.â
You scoff good-naturedly. âWell maybe if youâd actually tell me when you plan on taking me to an amusement park, Iâd set my alarm earlier.â
âYour alarm should have been set early already,â he huffs, dragging you over to a table near some food trucks. Theyâve been at the amusement park for barely thirty minutes, but youâve been whining about your hunger since before Baekhyun even picked you up. âI told you we had a fun day ahead of us since your weekend is going to be busy with that stupid wedding. You should have wanted to wake up. And you should have eaten.â He points a finger in your face as reprimand, and you swipe it away.
âI assumed youâd be taking me out to eat,â you point out. âYou know, somewhere nice. Like you usually do when youâve planned a fun day.â
Baekhyun laughs, setting his backpack down on an old, dirty wooden table and retrieving his wallet. âAh, [y/n]. You underestimate me so much. There are more ways to have fun than eating delicious food.â
âSo youâre feeding me crap,â you deadpan. âAnd weâre walking around in the hot weatherââ
âYour fault,â he reminds you, smiling sunnily.
âAnd Iâm probably going to be burned because you bought crappy sunscreen.â
At this, Baekhyunâs smile turns suddenly into a pout, and he reaches into his backpack, digging out the sunscreen. He holds it out to you, but you recoils. âThe trick is to apply lots of it,â he says wisely, squirting a heap of sunscreen onto his hand and offering it to you.
âIâm still greasy from the first time you made me apply that,â you accuse. âIâm not putting any more on.â
Baekhyun shrugs, as if he had expected this reaction. Setting the bottle down on the table in front of you, he instead immediately starts slathering the sunscreen onto his face in a thick, disgusting white smear.
You watch, with no small amount of distaste as he struggles to get the massive amount of sunscreen to soak into his skin. But then his eyebrows pinch cutely, your stomach drops, and you have to look away. âYou donât need that much. You donât even burn.â
He pauses in his application, raising his eyebrows at you. âAh⌠I donât see the problem. I do tan. I donât want my beautiful pale skin to go dark just because I spent some time out here with my girlfriend.â
Your jaw drops, and Baekhyun smiles. âBaekhyun!â you shriek, and he laughs, throwing an arm around your shoulders and smearing a bit of sunscreen on your nose with his index finger. You recoil backwards, coincidentally ending up pressed even closer into his side.
âAh, [y/n], donât be so hard on yourself. I know you donât think youâre good enough to be my girlfriend, but honestly I think we make a cute couple.â
Girlfriend. Girlfriend. Your chest aches at the word, and your head is spinning because⌠Thatâs confusing. Theyâre friends, not dating. You would definitely know because thatâs usually the kind of thing youâd tell your girlfriend.
He retracts his arm to continue lathering the sunscreen on in peace.
Foolishly, you wonders if maybe this is because Baekhyunâs weird. Maybe heâs still in love with Taeyeon but willing to give you a chance too. Maybe he justâŚforgot to mention it, that you were apparently dating, maybe he forgot to ask because he knew how you felt anyways and didnât think it was that necessary in the first place.
Or maybe heâs asking now. Maybe he wants some kind of response, for you to throw your pride to the wind and just say âyes.â You keep your mouth shut tight though, fear and confusion silencing any possible reaction you could get out.
When you donât reply with any clever retort or backlash, Baekhyun frowns, tilting forward and peering at you sideways and eye-level. â[y/n]?â
You laugh immediately, though it falls flat, and ends prematurely. He straightens up, looking uneasy, and you could kick yourself for being so obviously fake in your cheer. âWhat did you mean by girlfriend?â
âAh, thatâŚâ Baekhyun trails off, tutting thoughtfully, though he seems a lot less concerned. âI was only teasing.â
Your stomach drops, your heart twisting painfully, and you just stare at Baekhyun for moment as your brain really wraps around those words. Of course. You hadnât even considered that.
âOh. Yeah.â You laugh again, and this time, even though you can hear how off it is, you maintains it until Baekhyun is joining in. Ready to change the subject, and not wanting to answer any follow up questions (âAh, [y/n], did you think I was serious about you being my girlfriend? Donât you remember Taeyeon?â), you are quick to change subjects as you wipe the cheap sunscreen off your nose. âHow are you going to get that stuff off your face?â
Baekhyun is apparently thrown by the subject change, a look of confusion washing over his face, but he adjusts quickly, reaching a hand up to his face to check how much sunscreen was left. He stares at his fingers for a moment, now coated in white goop, and lets out a self-deprecating chuckle. âAish⌠I suppose Iâll have to wipe this off.â
âYeah,â You agree, your spirits lifting irrationally, because Baekhyun isnât your boyfriend, but he is cute, and heâs here to spend time with you. And while you may not be the luckiest girl in the world, because you doesnât have his heart, you definitely comes in a close second for having his time.
Baekhyun nods, reaching into the backpack with his unsoiled hand to retrieve his wallet. âIâll go get napkins for my face and buy us food. I promise itâll be delicious.â He smiles winningly. âAs payment for eating the greasy cheap food, Iâll even buy you dessert, okay?â
âI want Dots,â you deadpan, and Baekhyunâs smile widens.
âDots it is.â And with that, heâs abandoning you at the gross table in a hurry, going to the nearest food truck to beg for napkins. You sit down at the table and pull your phone out the second heâs gone to send an emergency text over the group chat.
You: Baekhyun just called me his girlfriend.
Minah: WHAT A PIG
You: Minah what
Minah: THIS IS EMOTIONAL RAPE
Jisoo: Wait, [y/n], did he just ask you to be his girlfriend?
You: I DONâT KNOW
You: No he didnât, he said it was a joke.
You: Iâm panicking. I donât want to be here anymore.
Jisoo: What the heck.
Minah: HEâS A PIG
Eunhae: [Y/N] JUST TELL HIM YOU WANT TO BE HIS GIRLFRIEND FOR REAL
Haemi: Heâs flirting with you.
Minah: NO HEâS NOT
You: MINAH WHY
You: Sheâs not wrong though. He literally always seems like heâs flirting, but he never is.
Jisoo: Or MAYBE, [y/n], heâs ALWAYS flirting.
You: No, I donât think so. Baekhyunâs not the type of guy to go six months without making a move.
Minah: [Y/n], maybe you should tell him how you feel.
Haemi: You know, if you guys had let me add Chanyeol to this group chat, then HE could tell us how Baekhyun feels.
Eunhae: If anyone knows how Baekhyun feels, itâs Sehun.
Jisoo: Iâm pretty sure Baekhyun hangs out with Minseok more than he does anyone else.
You: Heâs such a ho.
Minah: Well MY boyfriend isnât friends with Baekhyun
Jisoo: Since when is Minseok my boyfriend?
Eunhae: Since you obsessed over him for two months.
Jisoo: IâM DATING JONGIN
Minah: YOUâRE LITERALLY NOT
Jisoo: IâM GOING TO
You: NONE OF YOU ARE HELPING ME
âAre you talking about me?â
You startle, jumping a little bit at Baekhyunâs voice right behind you and the breath ghosting across your neck and ear. You turn around just as Baekhyun leans away from you, laughing lightly. He has two corn dogs in his hand, and his face is clear of all sunscreen. âWere you reading that?â you ask.
Baekhyun shakes his head, his smile widening. âNope. Thought I saw my name on there though. Are you telling your friends about how amazing I am, treating you to both lunch and dessert?â
You roll your eyes, reaching out to take one of the corn dogs away from Baekhyun. He lets you and offers you the other corn dog as well. Your eyebrows shoot up. âAre you saying I can eat both?â
Baekhyun shrugs. âMy [y/n] is a very good eater,â he says easily, dismissive in nature and tone. âAnd she forgot to eat breakfast this morning. I know she can eat both.â
Youâre already taken a bite out of your corndog, and you frown, reaching out and grabbing the other out of his hand. You swallow. âWhy are you talking like that? I didnât forget, you just didnât let me.â
Baekhyun laughs. âAh, precisely why I needed to buy you two corndogs. This is breakfast and lunch.â
You take another bite of your corndog and stare at Baekhyun, confused. âWhat are you going to eat?â
The grin he casts you as he sits down across from you at the table is sheepish. âI ate before we came.â
âYou what?â you demand, and Baekhyun laughs. âYou werenât planning on feeding me at all, were you?â you accuse, and he only laughs harder, clapping his hands together and leaning forward.
âAh, silly,â he remarks, knocking his knuckles against his skull. âI should have known better than to expect my date to know to feed herself.â
âDate,â you repeat, your pulse picking up as you stare at Baekhyun, uncomprehending. You know itâs a joke, that heâs not serious, but it still makes your heart pound heavily in you chest, your pulse racing and your head spinning.
Baekhyun doesnât bother justifying his joke this time around, instead just smiling pleasantly at you and patting his hands against the table in an incoherent beat. âAs soon as you finish eating, weâre going to have a really good time today,â he promises.
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âToday was actually really fun,â you say, opening the door to Baekhyunâs gray Honda civic and climbing out. Youâre surprised when, for once, instead of simply dropping you off, Baekhyun gets out of the car as well, walking around to your side and escorting you to your front door.
âDo you want to come inside?â you asks as you start to unlock it, but Baekhyun slips in between you and your door, smirking.
âI donât think thatâd be appropriate,â he says lightly, folding his hands behind his back and leaning in even closer so that his face is only an inch or two away from yours. You stares back at him, your heartbeat quickening and your face heating.
âWhat?â you ask, your voice sounding nearly as small as you feel, and Baekhyun chuckles lightly.
He tilts his head sideways, blinking slowly before rocking back on his feet away from you again. âAishâŚâ He tuts, shaking his head. âAnd here I thought I was going to get a goodbye kiss.â
You choke out a laugh, but itâs not easy, and the sound of it falls flat in your own ears. Baekhyun looks troubled, clearly picking up on it in the same second you do, and you shake your head, speaking quickly before he has enough time to focus on the falsity of your laughter. âIn what world does the girl initiate the goodbye kiss?â
âAh.â Baekhyun is still looking at you oddly, but he chuckles, playing along with you despite it. âI feel like I did initiate though. I got very close, didnât I?â
You rolls your eyes. âYouâre still close,â you accuse, gesturing with your key to the door, and Baekhyun pouts, stepping sideways out of the way and instead leaning against your door post. You ignore him, staring down at the lock as you work the key.
You can feel his presence right next to you. And itâs not like you havenât stood this close a million times before, because you have. Of course you have. But it feels so much more intimate now, and itâs entirely Baekhyunâs fault. You completely blame him because heâs a jerk for always making you feel like this. He just is.
âYou werenât initiating a goodbye kiss,â you explain as your door clicks open, and you push it inwards, stepping up into the threshold. Baekhyunâs hand catches on your elbow, and you frowns at him, pausing. âWhat?â
Baekhyun is staring at you, eyes searching over your face, and you school your features instinctively, as though you actually stand a chance at fooling Baekhyun. As though he hasnât been able to read you perfectly since the moment you first met and heâd shoved his way past every single one of your facades and barriers and acts. He knows you, and that⌠is terrifying.
Baekhyun smiles awkwardly, dropping his hand and shaking his head. âAh⌠Sorry for teasing so much today. It was all in good fun though. You know very well that I prefer my girls blonde.â
âWhat?â You are a hundred percent sure you and Baekhyun never talked about girls, or his opinion of them. Youâd asked, of course, had been curious about his type. Youâd asked him what heâd liked and disliked about his ex girlfriend, Taeyeon, had pushed and prodded and demanded answers. But heâd never responded with anything substantial, and eventually you had given up.
You would have known if heâd told you his type. You definitely would have known if he told you he was interested in blondes.
Like Taeyeon.
Baekhyun just laughs, pushing off of your door post and waving a hand. âIâll see you later,â he chimes, and he turns around, trotting away before you can say anything more.
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You have to go to a wedding reception, and your intended Plus One bailed on you.
Jisooâs supposed to go with you, but her bitch of a mother called, and it always takes time for Jongin to finish doing damage control and picking up the pieces. So Jisoo had called sounding desperate and apologetic, and how could you give her grief when your friend was hurting?
â[y/n], Iâm so sorry, but Jonginâs just literally not letting me leave, Iâm so sorry, I promise Iâll make it up to youâŚâ
Your backup plan had been Minah, who owed you for all the times you were her plus one, thanks to your sisterâs crippling awkwardness. But Kyungsoo and Minah had been together for about a year now, and Kyungsoo had since been acting as the unknowing shield between Minah and her own awkwardness.
Heâs cute and absent and uncaring, and he made Minahâs fear of going out in public that much less, thanks to coaxing and promises and the knowledge that, no matter what, Kyungsoo was always either adorably oblivious to his own awkwardness, or he just didnât care. You had watched your sister transform with Kyungsooâs help, and sometimes⌠you really hate him for it.
Eunhae has plans with Sehun, and you know Sehun well enough to know that any attempt you make to steal Eunhae away will be treated as a direct threat to their relationship. If you invite Eunhae, then Sehun will tag along, and he will be a pouty attention hog the entire time, all the while hating your guts.
Sunjung is busy on the other side of the world working a hard job. Though, your friend does put in a lot of valiant effort to cheer you up, promising to send you baked cookies and pictures of her cute Asian friend, Jungkook. (You had shown Baekhyun Jungkookâ He hadnât understood the appeal.)
Haemi hasnât been answering her phone, which you think is crap because itâs probably for a really good reason or itâs just Chanyeol. Either Haemiâs painting something amazing, or sheâs catching up on sleep, or something else equally understandable, or⌠Or Chanyeol is being a butt and not letting her look at her phone. And knowing Chanyeol, itâs probably the second one.
So of course, you text Baekhyun to complain. Itâs become a habit lately, complaining to him. He listens well and, though he tries to fix all of your problems even when itâs really not necessary (or helpful) he also never complains to you for raining on his good day. Â
You expected him to find a solution, of course. He always does, and itâs never helpful but itâs always sweet. What you donât expect is a stupid solution that only creates more problems then it solves.
Baekhyun: Why donât you make this a date, then? Take that guy you were showing me pictures of.
You: Who?
Baekhyun: You expect me to remember the names of random, insignificant men? You expect too much, [y/n]~
You: Are you talking about Jungkook? Heâs in Florida with Sunjung.
Baekhyun: Jongin, maybe? I swear youâve gushed about him being hot beforeâŚ
You: He is LITERALLY dating my friend. Stop trying to turn this into a date.
Baekhyun: Ah. Well, you could take Jongdae. You used to have a crush on him, right?
You: Baekhyun, what is this? Itâs like youâre not even trying, you know he has a girlfriend. Plus I donât want this to be a date.
Baekhyun: Hmmm⌠So youâre saying you DONâT want it to be a date, then?
You: Iâve said that FIVE TIMES
Baekhyun: I guess Iâm the perfect candidate, then~ Since there are absolutely no romantic feelings between us at all~
You: You hate weddings.
Baekhyun: Correction. I hate tuxedos. And ties.
You: Youâll have to wear a tie. You know that, right? And a suit.
Baekhyun: Aish⌠For you, I will make that sacrifice. We ARE friends, after all.
~*~*~*~*~
Baekhyun looks flawless. He looks professional, and clean-cut, and broad in his well-fitted suit, which emphasizes broad shoulders and a small waist. His hair is styled perfectly, and it looks recently dyed, like heâd taken care of that the night before just for this event. You have to stop yourself from visibly gaping.
Heâs overconfident and annoying about it too, trotting towards you and shoving his hands into his pockets with an arrogant smirk. He tilts his head to the side and bends forward to look at you sideways, lips spreading into a wide smile. âWah~ So pretty,â Baekhyun coos, straightening up again. He takes a curled lock of hair into the palm of his hand and dips down to smell it.
You jerk backwards, surprised, and you glare at Baekhyun. âDid you just smell my hair? Thatâs so creepy, what are you doing?â
Baekhyun laughs. âI was checking to make sure you are taking care of yourself well. Donât burn your hair for my benefit, [y/n].â
You falter, remembering the time Baekhyun had told you he liked your hair curled. Youâd curled it every day for about a week before giving up and deciding it wasnât worth it for a guy. Not even him.
Had he noticed?
âIt wasnât for you,â you snap, your fingers tracing the curl heâd touched instinctively. âAnd I didnât burn my hair. Pabo.â
âPabo?â Baekhyunâs eyebrows shoot up, a slow grin spreading across his face. âDid you just call me Pabo?â
Your face flushes, but you play it off nonchalantly. âYeah, Minah started using it like crazy. I guess I picked up on it randomly.â
âHm..â Baekhyun tuts, crossing his arms. âDo you want to know what I think?â
âNot really.â you say, pushing past him and towards his parked car. âYouâre driving.â
Baekhyun laughs, trotting after you. His shoulder brushes against yours as he positions himself in front of you and opens the passenger side door. âMâlady,â he teases. You roll your eyes, sliding into the seat. When Baekhyun joins you on his side, he starts the car and immediately shuts the radio off.
For someone who never misses a chance to sing, thatâs odd. âWhat were you listening to?â you ask, tone accusing, and you reach out to flip the radio back on.
Waiting for my love to break up, Itâs crazy how your ass can walk through every night~
âChris Brown?â you demand. âWhat the heck? Thatâs what you were listening to that you didnât want me to hear?â
Baekhyun scowls, slapping your hand away and flipping the radio back off immediately. âHow about we talk about what you said earlier instead?â
You stare at him, uncomprehending. âWhat did I say?â
âPabo.â
âOh, that?â You roll your eyes, settling back into your seat and buckling your seatbelt. âI already told you what happened. Minahâs been saying it a lot lately. Probably because of Kyungsoo.â
âNope.â And Baekhyunâs grin is predatory. Itâs not a look youâre entirely unaccustomed to, but thereâs a touch of anger behind his eyes that startles you. What reason does Baekhyun have to be angry? âYouâve been watching Korean dramas, havenât you?â
âWhat?â You reach across the car to shove Baekhyun mercilessly. He doesnât give though, barely budging an inch. The strength of his steadiness throws you just long enough for Baekhyun to grab your wrist. Itâs gentle, but itâs also firm, and you jerk backwards, stealing your hand away from his grip.
Baekhyun lets you go, instead staring at you for a long moment. You glare at him, tense and flustered. âSo what if Iâm watching them?â you demand. âTheyâre good. You used to want to watch them with me.â
Baekhyun returns your glare full force before shoving his key into the ignition. âLetâs go,â he mutters. âWeâre going to be late.â
âWeâre not going to be late. You got here twenty minutes early. Whatâs even your problem with Korean dramas?â
Baekhyun rolls is eyes. âNo problem. I just think itâs stupid that you swoon over unobtainable Korean men. Because of me, you know, like, nine Korean men, but youâre not interested in any of them because theyâreâwhat? Because theyâre not as perfect as the men you see on TV? Tch.â He shifts into reverse, turning his eyes to the road.
Somehow, he misses the way you canât breathe. He misses how obviously youâre drowning in the seat right next to him, because you do like one of them, but heâs just as unobtainable as Jung Kyungho on the screen, perfect only in his resemblance to the man right next to you. Heâs just as unobtainable, as perfectly unobtainable as any Korean movie star she could ever hope to fall for.
And it hurts. Your heart aches to be near him almost as much as it aches to be away from him. His touch turns you to stone, his voice turns your mind to jelly, and when he looks at you, when he says your name like he treasures the sound of it on his lips⌠You thought you knew pain after your ex.. You thought you knew pain, and you thought you knew love. But that was nothing in comparison to the way he makes you feel nearly every day.
âYou know,â you begin, your tone icy after a minute of silence has passed and youâve found enough air to speak. âYouâre certainly one to talk.â
âI donât have anyone of interest within my reach,â he replies airily as he comes to a stop in front of a stop light. Baekhyun glances sideways at you, his eyes traveling up and down your figure before settling on the road ahead of him again. âNope. Nothing of interest.â
That pierces you. It hits you right in the heart in a sudden, twisting pain. Your heart spasms and then stops, painfully, and your mind races. You donât understand. Baekhyun knew, obviously. Youâd always figured heâd probably known, butâŚ
But he wasnât supposed to point out how incredibly one-sided their relationship was. He wasnât supposed to be cruel. Baekhyun is a lot of things, and while heâs not perfect and sometimes pushes the limit⌠Heâs never been cruel before. And certainly not to you.
What had Baekhyun said?
Iâll never let another man hurt you the way he did.
It probably hadnât even occurred to him then that he would have the capability to do exactly that. You wonder if he even remembers making that promise to you, if he regrets the way heâs been acting the last couple of days. You wonder if maybe itâs all in your head, if Baekhyun hasnât even picked up on your feelings.
But no. That look-over had been way too pointed to mean nothing.
âOh,â is all you say in reply, turning to look outside the window as your eyes sting wet. Your fists clench in your lap, and your jaw tightens as you hold off your bodyâs strong will to just let loose and cry. You canât do that, not now. Not in front of Baekhyun.
~*~*~*~*~
Baekhyun has his arm around your shoulders as he lounges in the chair next to you, one leg crossed over the other. Youâre stiff underneath the weight of his arm, but thereâs no way to pull away completely without Baekhyun noticing. So you stay.
The bride, someone you barely knew in college, doesnât bother saying hello to her guests once. And honestly, you donât blame her. You get it. The girl is so engrossed in her husband, she hasnât looked away once. Theyâre so happy. You barely knows her, but youâve never seen someone laugh that much, or so purely. Her happiness is unadulterated and confident. She knows who sheâs going to spend the rest of her life with, andâŚ
And the way he looks at her makes your stomach clench.
The bride has everything you have only dreamed about. His world revolves around her, and she knows it. She is his absolute everything, and he wouldnât have it any other way. Every smile, every laugh⌠Heâs watching her even more carefully than she watches him, and youâve never seen anyone look at anyone like thatâŚ
(Aside from Jongin, who makes a habit of staringâ You would have to be stupid not to notice that one)
âHow do you know the bride?â
You are ripped out of your focus at the croaking sound of an old woman standing in front of you. Sheâs dressed in a pink pastel suit, and her eyes are kind. Kinder still are the eyes of the man standing next to her, arm looped with hers. Heâs not looking at you. Heâs only looking at his wife. His expression is only one that someone happily married for twenty plus years can pull off as he stares at his wife, infatuated like itâs his own wedding day. You clear your throat. âOh⌠She was in my computer programming class.â
The old woman nods, smiling, and she glances pointedly at Baekhyun. You can feel him shift next to you, leaning forward and closer to you, but you keep your eyes trained on the old woman. You havenât once looked at Baekhyun this entire time, and you donât intend to start now. âAre you going to invite her to your wedding too?â the old woman asks.
You open your mouth to reply, but Baekhyun beats you to it. His voice is close to your ear, too close. You can feel the warmth of his breath ghosting across your cheek as he chuckles. âOh no. [Y/n] and I are only friends. In fact, thatâs all weâve ever been. All weâll ever be.â He hums pleasantly, squeezing your shoulder and using his free hand to sip from the coffee in front of him. âNeither one of us has ever had any romantic inclinations towards the other. Ever.â
Ouch. You elbow Baekhyun in the side, irritated, though you know your outburst probably looks irrational to anyone around you. âBaekhyunâs right,â you snap. âHe knows my type.â
âAnd she knows mine,â he bites back, voice cutting and sharp. You flinch.
âOh yeah,â you scoff. âHe prefers blondes.â Â Baekhyunâs jaw tightens, his arm tensing around your shoulders.
When you glance back at the woman, sheâs looking down at you knowingly, and⌠disapprovingly. The old woman tuts, looking down her nose at the young not-couple and tugging her husband closer. âThe youth these days,â she complains primly, dragging her elderly husband away with her.
You stare at their retreating figures for a solid moment before you feel Baekhyun unwrapping his arm from around you. You expect him to get up and walk away, to storm off in a final act of irritation and leave you alone at the empty table. But instead, you hear a loud, unattractive snort followed by hearty laughter coming from your side. Turning to look at him, you frown.
âThat ladyââ He chokes on his own laughter, clapping his hands together and leaning back in his seat so that it rocks precariously on its two hind legs. âThe youth these days,â he mimics in a high-pitched, croaking voice.
You crack a smile and shove him. âStop,â you say, not ready yet to give up on the fight, but Baekhyun isnât done.
âCome on,â he mimics. âLetâs leave these disgusting, unmarried youths alone and find some couples who are interested in hearing all my advice.â
You laugh, not necessarily because Baekhyun is being particularly funny (because heâs not), but rather the spark of delight in his eyes as he just barely holds back his own laughter. Itâs just so cute, and the voice heâs using is ridiculous, andâŚ
And you love him. You really, really love him.
âShush,â you chuckle, shoving him again. âWhat if she hears you, did you consider that?â
Baekhyun sobers immediately, glancing across the room at the old woman giving them the evil eye, but it isnât long before heâs grinning again, covering his quiet laughter with a hand over his mouth. His eyes have formed perfect crescents, and itâs all you can do not to laugh with him, just for the sake of sharing something as joyous and perfect as laughter with the man you love more than the world.
But you manage to maintain a relatively neutral expression as you push up out of your seat and grab your empty glass. âIâm going to go get some punch,â you announce, excusing yourself from Baekhyunâs side in a hurry.
You spend your time at the punch table trying to make sense of Baekhyunâs new attitude. Nothing makes sense, and you feels sick to your stomach. You try sipping punch, but the sweetness on your tongue repulses you, making your stomach twist and turn in discord with your heart. Nothing makes sense, and all you want is to go home. You regret coming, and you regret spending time with Baekhyun, and you regret⌠You regret everything.
You regret nothing.
Youâre about to put your cup down and return to the table punch-less and apologetic when you see her.
Your eyes dart from Taeyeon to Baekhyun and back again, your heart pounding heavily in your ears. You feel faint, light and dazed as you watch Taeyeon notice Baekhyun. You brace yourself against the nearest wall, wanting to look away but unable to tear your eyes away as the love of your life finally gets his second chance with the only woman heâs ever wanted.
You want to be happy. A horrible, tired, self-destructing part of you just wants to be happy for him. But you arenât that selfless, and the majority of you just wants Baekhyun to be yours.
You watch as Taeyeon, with her short, skin-tight dress and long perfect legs takes her seat next to Baekhyun. You watch Baekhyunâs eyes fall on her, his face lighting with a wide smile that is far less strained than when he looks at you, and they immediately launch into conversation.
You watch Taeyeon flip her hair and rub her hand down Baekhyunâs arm, and you wonder if that touch affects Baekhyun as much as his touch affects you. You wonder if Taeyeon leaves a trail of goosebumps under Baekhyunâs suit jacket, the same way Baekhyun does to you every time he initiates unnecessary physical touch.
You avert your gaze, frustration, anger, and a crippling feeling of inadequacy stinging your eyes with tears. You wipe at them carefully in an effort not to distort your makeup and set your empty cup down on the punch table. You are barely thinking straight when you make your escape, stumbling past people in an effort to get out as fast as physically possible. You feel nauseous.
The old woman from before notices you leaving. You hear her scoffing derisively, but you donât have it in yourself to care or even take real notice. You have too much to think about, or to avoid thinking about⌠You canât afford to care. You just donât have it in you.
Stumbling down the steps outside, you grab your dress in one hand to prevent yourself from tripping over the floor-length gown as you descend the stairs, wandering irrationally into the grass besides the bushes where youâre at least hidden from the rest of the party.
You gasp, tripping over a decorative boulder and falling to your hands and knees. And itâs just perfect, isnât it? Baekhyun is going to be happy again, with the woman heâs always wanted. Heâs with her right now and youâre too pathetic to give yourself a fighting chance. Baekhyunâs probably not even wondering where you are, and now your dress is probably ruined, ripped or stained or both, and your scraped up hands hurt but they donât hurt as much as everything else because how are you ever going to be happy again, with or without him by your side?
You sob brokenly, reaching your arm around so that youâre gasping into your elbow, The tears are falling freely at this point, and thereâs no point trying to keep your makeup intact. Shoulders slumping, you push up so that youâre on your knees, head fallen forward and your face covered effectively with one arm. Your vision is blurry, but it doesnât matter, because all you see is him.
The way he looks when heâs smiling, laughing, when his eyes are trained on your every movement, when he tells you he canât look away because youâre so beautiful. The way he looks when makes you feel like the luckiest girl in the world, eyes tender and full of promises that heâll never fulfill as he brushes your hair away from your face and chuckles at the blush you can never hide when he looks at you like that.
When you feel a hand on your shoulder, you irrationally assume itâs Baekhyun, come to save the day like always. But when you whip your head around, mouth already forming an incoherent explanation for why youâd run⌠All you see is the blurry unfamiliar face of a concerned stranger.
Heâs speaking, but you canât hear him over the sound of your own shattering heart. And itâs pathetic, you know. You know how ridiculous it is for you to have held out any hope that Baekhyun would come find you, would notice your absence and care. His dreams are coming true inside that building, and you⌠You arenât his priority anymore.
You never were.
You allow yourself to be guided, disoriented mess that you are, to a sympathetic woman in her thirties. Youâre hugged tightly, and the womanâs perfume smells expensive, but you barely register it as she wipes at your face. Youâre numb as you answer questionsâ
[y/n]. Apartment 3, Windsor Park Blvd. Didnât drive. No, you didnât arrive with anyone. Youâre a friend of the brideâs.
The cab ride home is lonely and cold, but itâs less lonely than your apartment. Minahâs out of the apartment, which isnât surprising, because Kyungsoo has gotten good at stealing all her time even on days that theyâre not technically dating. His courtship is simple and intense and you envy your sister for having everything.
~*~*~*~*~
Youâre only just turning on your shower to wait for the water to warm when thereâs a heavy pounding on your door. You check your appearanceâdisheveled, puffy-eyed, and nearly all of your foundation long since wiped off. You almost just opts not to answer the door and take your shower in peace.
But then the pounding wonât stop, and the nagging fear that it may be something genuinely important has you making your way over to your apartmentâs front door and swinging the door open.
And standing in front of you is Baekhyun.
âWhere the hell did you go?â he snaps the second the door is open, though before you can even process the question, Baekhyunâs expression is morphing into horror. He steps closer automatically, and you flinch backwards away from him. But as is usual for Baekhyun, he doesnât let that stop him. He steps forward again, this time wrapping his arms tightly around you to prevent you from getting away. âYou can cry,â Baekhyun says calmly. But you donât have any tears left and Baekhyunâs embrace, for the first time ever, doesnât make you feel any safer.
So instead you shake your head, pushing away from him. âWhat are you doing here?â you ask, your voice raw from your earlier breakdown. You donât look at Baekhyun as you make you way into your living room, hugging your arms tightly around your chest.
You hear your front door shut behind you and Baekhyunâs footsteps as he makes his way back over to your side. Baekhyunâs hands automatically find their way to your shoulders, and he squeezes them gently. âI couldnât find you at the wedding,â he says, thumbs tracing circles against your dress. âAnd you werenât answering your phone⌠Did something happen? Is your family okay?â
Your family. Of course his mind would jump to that. Because Baekhyun is caring, and he knows you, but heâs also an idiot. Coincidentally, it just so happens that heâs usually an idiot at the worst possible time, when the last thing you need is to have to explain yourself. âItâs not my family,â you say, your mouth twisting bitterly, and Baekhyun squeezes your shoulders again.
âDo you want to tell me what it is, then?â he asks, gentle and prodding in his sincerity. You flinch, and before long, a sarcastic, painful laughter is bubbling out of you.
You donât look at him as you admit it. âItâs you, Baekhyun.â
And it wasnât the goal, but you feel irrationally, painfully relieved when his hands drop from you. You still donâtâ canât look at him. But your legs canât support your anymore, and so you end up falling onto the couch, braced against the arm rest in exhaustion.
âI donât understand.â At this, you scoffs bitterly, staring at your living room wall and wishing Baekhyun would just take the hint and leave you alone. But no⌠No, instead, heâs dropping to his knees in front of the couch, right in front of your face. Baekhyunâs expression makes you want to shut him out all over again, but his eyes are impossible to escape and you remain captivated by their confusion and pain.
âWhy are you here, Baekhyun?â you ask again, and before Baekhyun can rush out his answer, you shake your head. âNo, thatâs not what I mean. Why are you here? You should be with her right now.â And he looks even more lost than before. You huff out in irritation. âWith Taeyeon,â you say, by way of explanation.
The confusion doesnât vanish from Baekhyunâs face, and he reaches out to rub his hand along your arm slowly. âWhy would IâŚâ He clears his throat. âWhy exactly would I be with Taeyeon?â
Either Baekhyun is playing stupid or heâs actually an idiot. You honestly arenât sure which one is the case. âSheâs blond,â you say simply by way of explanation.
And finally, finally, realization dawns. Baekhyun stares at you, and you stare back stubbornly, waiting for him to respond, to confirm what you already know and get this all over with. You are tired. You just want it to be over.
His expression morphs from uncertainty to understanding, to confusion again, and thenâŚrelief. Baekhyun exhales sharply, bending forward and pressing his forehead against your knees. âAll this time,â he complains. âAll this time I thought⌠I honestly thought thatâŚâ Baekhyun huffs, sitting straight again, and this time he looks determined.
âThought what?â you demand, because youâre tired of not knowing whatâs going on. Youâre tired of being out of the loop, youâre tired of hurting, and thatâs not going to stop until Baekhyun finally just comes out and says it: Iâm in love with my ex. Sorry not sorry.
Baekhyun shakes his head, laughing. And itâs cruel. Itâs so, so cruel how much joy he seems to be deriving from this because his laughter is genuine, and it sounds heavenly, and you want to cry. âIâm sorry,â he says, like thatâs enough of an apology even as he canât stop smiling. âI seriously⌠I thought I misread you. But I didnât, did I? I was right?â
You shakes your head, uncomprehending and mute, because Baekhyun still isnât talking about Taeyeon and he should be. He really, really should be. âI donât knowâŚâ
âYou like me.â And he sounds so pointlessly, annoyingly smug about it even as your stomach plummets and your heart stops. But he doesnât stop there. âYou like me,â he repeats. âAndâŚI like you too.â
âMe andâŚâ Your face twists into that of horror, and you automatically kick out, landing Baekhyun right in the thigh. âBaekhyun!â you snap even as he lets out a meager, strangled, âOwâ. You kick him again. âYou canât get away with liking two girls!â And youâre pissed, really, you are. Because thatâs a jerk, douche-bag move, but⌠It also means you have a chance, and even though youâre angry, you canât resist the smile spreading.
Baekhyun, for once, actually looks more confused than you. âWait, [y/n]⌠Two girls? What other girl? I only like you.â You scoff, but before you can land another kick, Baekhyun is sliding out of reach, hands raised defensively. âYah,â he begins cautiously. âStop attacking me and explain your meaning. What other girl?â
âTaeyeon,â you snap, grabbing the decorative pillow off the couch next to you and chucking it at Baekhyunâs head.
He catches it, like the obnoxious athlete he is, and sets it down gingerly in his lap, patting it and spreading his hands on top of the pillow.  Baekhyun clears his throat. âDid you justâŚsay Taeyeon?â he clarifies, sounding vaguely strangled. â[Y/n]âŚâ Baekhyunâs lips quirk into a smile. He looks torn between being in pain and laughing at you, but he restrains himself from both for the sake of clarification. â[Y/n], Iâm not interested in Taeyeon. She and I have been over forâŚâ He waves a hand. âI donât even know how long. Why would you thinkâŚâ Baekhyun falters. âWait,â he demands suddenly, sitting a bit straighter and looking at you intensely. âTonight⌠Why did you leave? Was it because of us arguing, or was it because you saw Taeyeon?â
âWhat do you think?â you snap, voice close to breaking. âSince when do Iâ Because of one argument?â Â
Baekhyun looks thoroughly flabbergasted. âShe just started talking to me⌠[Y/n].â And in a split second heâs off the floor and sitting next to you on the couch. â[Y/n],â he repeats, running a hand down your arm. Once again, he looks a split second away from smiling, but he restrains himself well. â[Y/n], no⌠When did I ever give you the impression that I still had feelings for her?â
âLots of times,â you reply petulantly before actually racking your brain for a proper instance. âYou said you liked blondes,â you point out wisely. âAnd⌠And sheâs your ex, but you only ever say nice things. And sheâs the one who broke your heart, Baekhyun, not the other way around.â
âYah.â Baekhyun accuses, knocking his knuckles against your temple lightly. âWhat is going on in that head of yours? Was Taeyeon blond when I dated her? Do you expect me, a gentleman, to badmouth my ex-girlfriend? Am I not allowed to move on from a broken heart?â
âSheâs blonde now,â you point out, and Baekhyun laughs.
âHow was I supposed to know?â he asks, bewildered. âI havenât been keeping up with her, and⌠Answer my other two questions. Do you expect me to be rude about her? Do you expect me to wallow in rejection for the rest of my life?â
âI donât⌠Well no, obviously. I donât expect either of those things, butââ And before you have a chance to finish, Baekhyun is lunging forward, pressing your back against the corner of the couch as he plants his mouth firmly against yours. He doesnât start out slow (something you will give him a lot of crap for later), and his hands on your waist are demanding as he presses closer. Your stomach drops in a surge of desire as Baekhyun tugs you closer.
âMng-â You push Baekhyun off suddenly, sitting up straighter and straightening your shirt and hair out. Baekhyunâs expression is one of flustered bemusement as he reaches out and runs his fingers through a lock of your hair and then down your arm.
âWhatâŚâ
âNo, stop. Baekhyun.â You scowl, swatting his hand away. He doesnât look particularly affected by your rejection, probably riding on his own confidence. âSeriously.â
âMm.â He smiles, leaning in close to you again so that his nose brushes against your nose, and letting his hand cup your neck. You have to steel herself before shoving him away again.
âBaekhyun, stop. Who do you think you are right now? You still have a lot to apologize for.â He pouts at you, but for once, he actually sits back, and nods his head in a  clear gesture for you to go on. You exhale heavily. âOkay. Good. Are you going to apologize?â
Baekhyun stares at you. âUmâŚâ He laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. âI meanâŚI kind of thought you were going to tell me what I needed to apologize for. Are you not? Is that not happening?â
âBaekhyun!â You hit his arm, glaring. âHow can you not know? Do you not remember what you said to me? In the car?â
âAhâŚâ Baekhyun is clearly racking his brain as he nods slowly, rubbing his hand up and down his thigh awkwardly. âRight⌠Yes. I do, yeah. I said I wasnât interested in anyone within my reach, right? [Y/n], you werenât in my reach.â
You hit him again, this time with a whole hell of a lot more force, and Baekhyun automatically clutches his arm, letting out an indignant cry of pain. âWhat?â
âYou literally looked me up and down and said you werenât interested,â you snap. âDo you have any idea how much that hurt me?â
Baekhyun blinks at you, his mouth forming an âohâ and his eyes widening at the realization. It takes a moment for it to sink in, but the second it does, heâs automatically apologetic, lunging forward again to run his hands down your arms and cup your face. âI am so sorry,â he promises. âI never meant to hurt you, I didnât-â
You shove him backwards again, and this time, youâre stumbling off the couch entirely to get away from him. He doesnât budge, just watching you make your escape, and you heave out an angry, frustrated huff. âBaekhyun, seriously, if you donât explain everything you did tonight right now, then you need to get out. Right now.â
He sits very still, like he thinks if he moves or even breathes wrong, you will follow through on your threat. Heâs not wrong. âIâŚâ He clears his throat, nodding. âThe um⌠The other day. Our fun day, remember? It wasnât supposed to be⌠It was supposed to be a date, actually.â
The knowledge hits you like a brick, but youâre too irate to let it pass. âYou literally didnât say that,â you snap. âAnd you didnât even ask, Baekhyun, why would I ever think that was supposed to be a date? You have to ask in order for something to be a date. And then you joked about me being your girlfriend, how does that make it more like a date?â
âIâŚâ Baekhyun flounders, his fists clenching and then running over on his thighs again as he calms himself for his response. Heâs being careful. You appreciate that, at least, even if thus far all of his explanations have sucked. âI donât know, I just⌠thought it was funny. I thought you liked me, so I didnât think there was even a need to ask, I thought youâd know somehowâŚâ And then, quick to clarify and ensure that heâs not putting the blame on you, Baekhyun rubs the back of his neck and laughs awkwardly. âThat was probably a stupid assumption.â
âYeah,â you agrees, feeling numb. âYeah, that was probably a pretty stupid assumption.â
Baekhyun nods and continues on. âAnyways, I thought it was a date, but then I took you back to your house and tried to kiss you, but you justâŚâ He backtracks quickly. âI mean, obviously I get it now, you didnât know I was trying to kiss you. But at the time, it was like, ouch. And then I realized you never thought it was a date in the first place, and I⌠I mean, I guess I thought Iâd made it pretty clear when I told you it was a date, but obviously you thought that was a joke, and when you still didnât get it, I was just hurt and frustrated. And Iâm really, really sorry. Iâm so sorry.â
You donât know when your arms crossed, but what felt angry before just feels like an extremely ineffective shield now. âYou havenât explained yourself yet,â you advise.
Baekhyun winces. âThe rest is harder to explain,â he admits. âI was just trying to be⌠I was frustrated, and angry, and I just⌠I just wanted to emphasize the whole friendship thing, because I was butthurt over you not liking me, and I donât even⌠Itâs like I wanted to hurt you, but I didnât think anything I said was actually going to hurt and I was just being immature and dumb, I know. But itâs like⌠I just wanted to say that I didnât like you anyways, like you not liking me wasnât even a big deal even though it was.â
Baekhyun is quick to rearrange his limbs so that heâs on his knees with his arms hanging by his sides. He bows forward. âBasically everything was entirely my fault. And Iâm really, really, really sorry, and I will do everything in my power to never hurt you again if youâd give me a second chance. Please, [y/n], I havenât even gotten to prove to you how good and considerate of a boyfriend I can be yet.â
You once again donât budge, but you can feel your barriers breaking down as Baekhyun glances up, looking hopeful but reserved, like he thinks he did a pretty good job with his apology, but he doesnât trust it to have been enough. You just nod, and you arenât entirely sure what that means. But your hands fall to your sides, and it isnât long until Baekhyun is crowding your space again. This time, you let him, sniffling into his shoulder. He apologizes again, and again, and again until it reaches a point that youâre laughing at him, but he doesnât stop apologizing. He just holds you tightly and doesnât let go.
You donât part. You canât part. Neither one of you budges for the rest of the night, pressed against each other until Minah comes home to find you both asleep, embracing on the couch. Minah cries scandal, Baekhyun hits her with a decorative pillow and a threat to sleep in your bedroom instead, and in the morning, when you complain about morning breath, Baekhyun kisses you anyways. When he confesses that microwaved eggs are the only kinds of eggs he knows how to make⌠Well. You still refuse to eat them.
Written by: Jongecca
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JSeries Festival 2017 Report
Jakarta, 9th December Upperroom Annex Building 10th Floor
First of all sorry this report was written on broken English because I do believe itâll be a total fiasco if I wrote it in Indonesian, trust me Please forgive me if thereâs any grammar / spelling mistakes (´;ă
ż;ď˝) Also, taking photos was strictly prohibited when the talk show started inside the venue, thatâs why I only have 4 badly taken photos on the photo session for the report orzz
If youâre looking for certain guest artist report please just scroll down because itâs gonna be a poorly written long ass report LMAO
This is the shortest dead-lined trip I ever done in my life, like itâs less than 2 weeks & I almost surrender because of office deadlines were crammed up into 4 days Also my phone was broken when the announcement was out Jakarta is a complicated place & Iâm hella afraid straying there all alone, but luckily I have some friends who offer me place to stay ・ďž(ďž^o^ďž)ďžď˝Ą
Special thanks to Maya & Shadent who let me stay at their place [and I still feel bad kicking Maya from her bed LMAO Iâm so sorry orzz]
December 8th 2017
So the day before I was going to Jakarta, I woke up at 4am to pack my stuff but still almost late for the train departure LOL The train supposed to depart at 7.35am & I just arrived at the station at 7.20am I was running around like an idiot I swear đ
I arrived in Jakarta at 11am went to the ticket venue as soon as I can I met with friends I already know & some new friends, which I forgot--đ They even let me touch their bromide collection [& took photo of it gsxcvjgacxg]
Iâm screeching like an idiot when I saw SatoKiyo bromide because-- do I need to explain this part??? ((ě âě |||))
After exchanging email reservation with the ticket & having lunch, we went to karaoke & I almost lost my voice in the process
At night I really want to bang my head because Iâm contemplating whether I should draw a gift for Ogotan or not since thereâs no announcement of gift box for guest artist & I forgot to ask the staff about it too orzz But I decided to draw art gift for him in the night yet unable to finish because I was too sleepy, exhausted, & nearly heat-stroked because Jakarta heat is never a joke to begin with If youâre weak against sun-heat like me please bring umbrella / hat & put as many sunscreen & sunblock as you can, I mean it
December 9th 2017
The next day I woke up at 4am sharp but was shocked to my spine because Maya was sleeping on the floor instead on the bed (´シ_シ`) Since we both still sleepy we decided to continue sleeping again but now itâs my turn to sleep on the floor ofc
We woke up again at 7am & doing satan speed preparations because the traffic is gonna be nasty if weâre late for real
We managed to arrived on the venue at 9am something I took a shortcut to get to the empty spot because my bag is hecking heavy & I canât wait to sit, this resulting to the gate-border-thing to snap & fall, sorry security-san Iâm too eager orzz
After that we sit on the line until open gate time I spend my time rolling around back & forth to some friends while waiting I even can continue the gift for Ogotan & finished it on time Since we forgot to buy envelope for the fan letter I decided to sacrifice my red folder file to contain all the letter for Ogotan
I swear I was nervous as heck when people start staring at it like hjvghcvaxhjdvvf no Iâm not cheating on Ryuji this is just a normal gift yet some people still teasing me about it until now ((ě âě |||))
Oh I also met friends from previous karaoke session Alchemilla, Caneera, Kuyo, Maya, Evelyn, Salfa, Shadent, Nopi, Ika, Nindita, Nadya, & idk the rest please remind me because my memory was as bad as Higekiri or even worse---Â â( .-. â ) â
2:45pm Open Gate
Weâre running a little bit late from schedule but finally we entered the hall I got the first row seat on the middle wing, I sit on the left side right across to the press chair row on the left wing Never have I felt so blessed before, itâs so close to the stage I swear I can even jump over the fence if I want to, but of course I wonât do that la I still have some sanity intact
The rest of this report was based on my memory so please kindly tell me if I made any mistake over the schedule / what the artist said or do OK? |Ďシ`)
The MC was Hiroaki Kato [the cool & kind oyaji] also a pretty lady who I failed to remember her name oops sorry (´シ_シ`)
In the opening we have many dorama screenings, & if youâre curious the list of dorama can be found hereÂ
Saso Yuki fangirl section
The first guest artist to appeared was Saso Yuki the P*cari Sweat girl on youtube I never think she will be this pretty up close I swear sheâs prettier IRL, the photo / video you saw were nothing hvfkacvxgyuedf (///ďš///).・oŕŽ
She greets & introduces herself in Indonesian. The rest of talk show was about acting & stuff. She also talk about the making of P*cari Sweat TVC Yuki Saso hope Indo & Japan can have greater relationship in the near future
IDK if itâs just me, but when I was too busy gaping like a fish & stare at her for solid minutes, she look at my direction and waved and smiled so bright AND I JUST DIED HDVGSHHJVCSJBC I swear sheâs sooooooooo sooooooooooooooo pretty that you could melt when sheâs smiling LOL I forgot things she said since I was dumb-strucked by her beauty
After that we had another screening time
Nano fangirl section
The next guest artist to perform was Nano Sheâs also gorgeous up close & sheâs very happy to perform in Indonesia since she was cancelling her previous concert in Jakarta due to some circumstances She also told us that the venue her concert supposed to be held was this exact venue weâre sitting on & weâre going âwhoaaaâ in unison
When Nano was going to sing, the sound system died--- The audience was very supportive & cheer her up with kind words The Nano support team was amazing, you guys rocks! (â§â⌠) If Iâm not mistaken Nano sing âSavior of Songâ & âThe Crossingâ It was amazing performance, we stand & sing along together
Next we have another screening time
Isomura Hayato & Yahagi Honoka fangirl section
After screening time, thereâs guest artist arrived & I scream on top of my lungs because I thought it was Ogotan But false alarm, Itâs actually Isomura Hayato from Kamen Rider Ghost & I still screamed anyway ( ´ŕźŕşśă
ŕźŕşś`) This talk session was also attended by Yahagi Honoka-chan & I was dumb-strucked by another beauty LMAO Seriously sheâs so cute up close (çŹÂşĎÂşçŹ)âĄ
Their first impression of Indonesia was itâs hot but they both like it since its freezing winter on Japan Both talk a lot of things, about acting & stuff. Both were asked if thereâs drama collaboration with Indonesia will they interested or not but of course the fans said the deadpanned big big no since Indonesia soap opera quality is kinda-- well-- you decide la--đ
I donât remember what they talk because I forgot to take notes of it But thereâs this section when Hayato-kun asked why he become a Kamen Rider, he said itâs his dream to protect girls [he clearly said âJoseiâ here] Hiroaki-san teases us âWho want to be protected by Hayato-kun?â And this dork whose name is Hayato-kun just casually stretch his hands out to audience direction while nodding, like offering a hug Of course the fangirls roars the signature âKYAAAAAAAAâ including me Who donât want to be protected by a handsome guy anyway?? (//â//)
Another funny thing, when I was staring right into Hayato-kun [heâs so gorgeous IRL I swear] idk if he realized I was staring or heâs actually looking at the press which is right across my seat-- He look at my direction A LOT & I pretend to stare at Honoka-chan, this happened many many times it feels awkward LMAO o)-(;;; I keep chanting âHayato-kun please donât look over here, just lemme enjoy your gorgeous face peacefullyâ, but he keep looking at my direction once in a while Oh well, considered it blessings ( ´ŕźŕşśă
ŕźŕşś`)
When the times up we had another screening TADAAAAAH itâs YOWAPEDAAAAAAA I was soooooo prepared to see Ogotan but since I can see towards the backstage entrance itâs actually a female silhouette walking to the stage
AND DAFUQ ITâS ACTUALLY YUKI KATO LMAOÂ đ đ đ
Being a country field person Iâm, I still scream because she was also one of my childhood fav actress on Heart movie since sheâs so cute & relatable as duck LMAO
She talked a lot about acting, awards she won in Japan, & so on The funny part is, when she was asked what kind of movie she like to watch she gesture âmampus gueâ with her lips which can be roughly translated as âsht Iâm screwedâ đ  Â
No worries Yuki-chan, we understand that fangirl feeling, really đ đ đ
After talk with Yuki-chan, the kameko-ninja-guy set some band property so I relax a little, thinking it was Rei performance
Never been Iâd be so wrong in my life
Ogoe Yuuki massive fangirl section
When Hiroaki-san announce the next guest artist I nearly fell of my chair because FINALLY OGOTAN APPEARED HOLYDUCKXVHSVKVXHTXAKOZ
I wonder if I actually died on the spot because Ogotan look so gorgeous & cute & pure & angelic idk man Iâm wheezing my life out (´ĂĎĂ`) He wore a suit which has the same color as my attire & I got teased again orzz
First he was greeting us with a broken Indonesian along with a sheepish smile His jumbled face when he ask Hiroaki-san how to read the Indonesian language, it was soooo so cute, so pure, so angelic, so fluffy hhhnnnggghhhhhhh He continue the gibberish Indonesian greetings cutely which we all failed to understand, the audience went â???â & he also went a little â???â đÂ
Its okay Ogotan, we still love you đÂ
His first impression of Indonesia was itâs extremely hot ofc Hiroaki-san offered if he had any intention to bike around while in Indo But of course the Ogotan support team wonât let him, giving him the no gestures and chanting âdame-dame-dameâ together đ We donât want Ogotan to bike in these messy road & of course Indonesian sun is unhealthy for his flawless skin so NOPE á(ಠçಠá WE SHALL PROTECT OGOTAN AT ANY COST!! - said someone
He talked about acting, dorama, and also butai. He explained to us the differences between dorama & butai, their specialty & so on For example is when heâs on Yowapeda butai he only use bike handle, while in dorama he need to bike for real
Between the talk he sends lots lots of heart gestures, both Korean heart finger sign & full fledged love hand sign toward the audience & there goes the audible âKYAAAAAâ signature roaring from back to the front including me LMAO
He keep smiling & shooting heart & sending loves & waving & idk man
I feel so attacked when he look at a folder file I was carrying earlier I decided to showed it to him when heâs looking & making âitâs for youâ hand gestures He smiled at me, HE SMILED AT ME FOR DUCK SAKE & SEND ME A FULL FLEDGET HEART SIGN WITH BOTH HAND & I JUST MELT IN THE NAME OF LORD I WAS NEARLY DIED LMAO ・ďž( ďžŕŽĎŕŽďž)ďžď˝Ą
Itâs hecking embarrassing so I just cover my face with the folder file but Ogotan seems to know I was a weakling & he keep shooting me heart sign & tilt his head cutely & I died again & again LMAO OGOTAN STOPPP I CANâT HANDLE IT GXBXCHSGLGBLTFXGKHS
[I need to apologize to Ryuji later I swear]
He talks about a lot of stuff but I barely remember what he talk on stage since what I heard & remember were just "KYAAA KYAAA KYAAâ from start to the end I kinda feel bad for Hiroaki-san because his translations were drowned between sea of fangirl screams ( ďźâďź)
When the talk session time is up, there goes another fangirl scream, the saddest one youâll ever heard, it feels like you just kicked a kitten / puppy
I was also started crying without I realize because I always cry when fangirling By I mean crying was rolling literal tears from my eyes because Iâm a weakling to every people I adore including actors, singers, whatever
Here comes the angst Iâm so so sad because we only can see him for about 15 minutes & after that idk when will we can see him again so I started crying for real but inaudible one ofc
By the end of the talk, Ogotan said something like : âThank you for loving me. It was my motivation & it supports me to keep going on. Thank you very much & please take care of me too in the futureâ
I donât remember the exact thing he said but he does say âAisareteâ something something & on here my friend who understand Japanese better was already bawling ・ďž(ďžÂ´Đď˝ďž)ďž ď˝Ą
AND CAN YOU GUESS WHAT?? HE LOOK AT MY DIRECTION AGAIN & SEND ME ANOTHER HEART SIGN & OF COURSE I WAS CRYING EVEN MORE LA OMFG WHAT A WRONG MOVE OGOTAN LMAOOO CRYYYYYYYYYYY .Ëâ§ÂşÂˇ(ŕ¸
Đ´ŕ¸
・)â§ÂşÂˇË. He also kindly send me a ânakanaideâ gesture with his lips & Iâm sending him an OK sign while wiping my tears LMAO what am I doing with my life, really I started thinking if Iâm being delusional & Ogotan never did any of these but please, just let me be đđ
After that Ogotan fangirl time was over & Iâm still crying LMAO HAHHAHAH He keep shooting hearts & smiles so bright it can light up the whole universe The audience finally fall silent after he return to the backstage
After Ogotan talk is over, itâs Rei turn to perform At that time my soul was still flying & canât even process whatâs happening because my head hurts so much from too many screaming & crying LMAO
BUT TADAAHHHH thereâs a surprise attack by the end of the event LMAO.
Thereâs actually some envelope attached at the bottom of each audience chair Inside each of the envelope thereâs a name of guest artist written, thereâre 10 envelope in total
7 of the lucky audience will get a board which autographed by the guest The other 3 was the luckiest mustard ever existed on earth who got a chance to take a photo with the guest artist LIKE (ă-_-)ă~âťââť Since Iâm bad in gambling of course I donât get any la what do you expect
I can hear envy screeching from back to the front, in this segment finally weâre allowed to took some photos, & thereâs a crowd photo from the stage too but IDK Press-san tachi, Iâm waiting for the better photo here ( Ëâ˘Ďâ˘Ë ).・oŕŽ
Iâm unable to took more than 4 photos because I was squished to the gate from back & itâs hard balancing phone with one hand so here comes the blurry quality photos I managed to snap between the chaos
While taking photos we managed to catch Yuki Kato attention Being the good fangirl weâre, we keep gesturing her âTHIS THING IS FOR OGOTANâ while pointing at Ogotan continuously LOL She replied with hand gestures âHow should I tell him about it???â
Ogotan seems realizing whatâs happening & smiles to us cutely And the front row died again LMAO
I swear Yuki Kato is a fangirl in crime, thank you for helping us Yuki-chan! ăž(・>ďš<・)ďžďžâ§*
Finally, the event end for real ( ´ŕźŕşśă
ŕźŕşś`) I was running around to find a way to give Ogotanâs gift art & apparently thereâs a gift box [which actually is a gift desk] prepared for it by the staff
We part our ways & Iâm recharging my flying soul with friends, eating Yoshin*ya while contemplating whether is it a real life or just a fantasy
After that I went to Shadentâs home for resting, we watch some Kamen Rider episodes before finally collapsing on bed in less than 5 minutes LMAO
It was really a fun day, Iâm having a great experience & Iâm gonna cherish this memory forever ever ever and ever!! ・â§*・( ´âŠâ˘ÍĎâ˘ÍâŠ` )â§*・
Otsukaresamadesu JSeries Festival Jakarta! See you next time!! (・â˘Ěá´-)Ů ĚĚâ§
Please bring Ryuji in the next event, I beg you ((ě âě |||))
#isomura hayato#yahagi honoka#ogoe yuuki#ogotan#saso yuki#nano#rei#jseries festival#jseries festival 2017#jakarta#talk show#japanese drama#actor#actress#butai#yowapeda#I have no regrets overspend money this weekend really#everyone 10 times gorgeous IRL I'm screaming non stop my throat hoarse for real#Ogotan smile nearly kill me#I'm not cheating on Ryuji :'''((((((((#totally worth#fan report#this sounds like blabber than a report#watercolor#digital art#btw that red folder file has been 4 years since the first time I bought it#I hope Ogotan like it#Also LMAO Yuki Kato seems a good person to fangirl with HAHAHHAAH
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