#can i say how happy i am to have ravi back i missed him!

[rosyhoneydew]

As Long As You'll Have Me

My entry for day 3 of @bucktommywhumpweek - "You act like you’re expendable. But you’re wrong." | Prompts: Abandonment issues // Forced to leave the other behind

This is pretty brief whump but hopefully it still fits the prompt :)

"Are- Are you going somewhere?" Buck asks, there's a hollow kind of deja vu setting in when he steps into their bedroom to see Tommy packing a small duffle. "You're home!" Tommy says, startling and turning to face Buck. "Yeah, Ravi picked up the rest of my shift. Said he could use the extra hours." Normally he'd walk right up to his boyfriend, kiss him hard, maybe show him exactly how much he missed him during his shift. But right now Buck can't move from the doorway. Because Tommy's packing a bag. "I, uh, thought you'd be a little while still," Tommy says, something like a guilty smile on his face. And Buck... he's not exactly sure what's going on here but he can feel his face getting hot and his heart rate speeding up. He thought things were good with them. Is Tommy not happy? Did he miss the signs? Again? "Hey," Tommy says, "you okay?" "Are you leaving?" Buck asks in lieu of a response. It comes out a little harsher than he planned, but he's focused on not doing something like crying and begging his boyfriend to stay. Tommy sighs. “I wanted to surprise you,” he says, expression softening a bit. “You remember that I call I had up near San Bernadino?”  Yes. A hiker’s mom called in when her daughter didn’t check in along the trail. She’d been out there for a few days at least. Buck remembers the look of relief on his boyfriend’s face when he got home that night, the girl dropped off at the hospital, safe and sound.  “Turns out her mom’s got a place in Big Bear and she thought it would be nice to let me vacation there for a few days, as a thank you.” “Vacation?”  “It was supposed to be a surprise,” Tommy says, smiling and making his way toward Buck. His lightly grabs Buck’s arms, about to lean in for a kiss before he stops. “Is everything alright?” 

“Y- yeah, just…” Buck takes in the room before looking back at Tommy. “You’re not leaving me?”  “Leaving you?” Tommy seems genuinely shocked by the prospect. “No, Evan, no. Why would you think that?”  “Sorry, I’m sorry,” Buck says, shaking his head like he can dislodge the thoughts that way. Tommy rubs his arms and presses a light kiss to Buck’s cheek, seemingly content to wait until Buck is ready to talk. He takes the moment to let the pounding in his heart return to normal. He's not leaving, he's not leaving, he's not leaving. “You remember my ex I told you about, right? Abby?” Buck starts. Tommy nods. “That’s how I found out, when she was going to leave you know? I came home - I was living at her place then too - and her stuff was all in suitcases.” He pauses for a moment, remembering how he had believed her when she said it was just a trip. That she would be back for him. “At the time she had planned to come back, you know? Then she, umm, she didn’t.”  Tommy’s looking at him like his own heart is breaking, and, shit, the last thing he wants is for Tommy to feel bad when he was just trying to plan a surprise for his boyfriend. 

"I know you're not her," Buck clarifies quickly. "I just- I think I saw you packing and I didn't know where you were going and it kind of took my brain a second to catch up."

“Evan, I am so sorry,” Tommy starts. “I had no idea this would stir up those memories for you.”  “Don’t apologize,” Buck says. “Of course you didn’t know. You were just doing something nice.”  Tommy reaches up to rest his hand on the nape of Buck’s neck, softly brushing his thumb there and leaning his forehead against Buck’s.  “I am not leaving you,” he says. “I will never leave you.”  Buck huffs a little laugh at that, because, well, “You say that now.”  Tommy leans back a bit to look Buck in the eye, “Evan,” he says, “I love you, and so long as you’ll have me, I will never leave you.”  Oh. He means… is he saying… Buck lunges forward to wrap Tommy in a kiss, passionate and full of feeling. Tommy's right there to catch him, arms wrapped around him, letting Buck set the pace but never faltering at his intensity. “Let me try this again,” Tommy says with a smile when they part. “Evan, would you like to spend the weekend together in Big Bear? Just the two of us.”  “Yes,” Buck says, only able to peel his eyes away from Tommy’s lips for a moment to say, “I love you.”

[shes-a-badkid]

I finally finished season 7 of 911 and I have things that I need to happen in season 8.

I’m gonna go by character and then just things I want to happen so strap in if you want to read my nonsense-

•Bobby- has this man ever ACTUALLY gone to real therapy? We’ve seen him talk to his priest and go to his meetings and that’s great, but like go to see a certified therapist. Please. I am actually begging.

•Athena- speaking of therapy… I love mom and dad, but I think they may need some marriage counseling. Just a tune up. (Because I don’t think mom here has ever talked about all of her trauma either, maybe even less than captain dad over there)

•May- I just want to see more of May. I miss her

•Hen and Karen- I need Henren to team up and take down the bitch. I don’t know how, but I need it. My heart says they call up Taylor and help her expose her abuse of power. (I don’t care what anyone says- I love Taylor) And I need them to get Mara back.

•Eddie- THERAPY! So much therapy. Solo therapy, family therapy, therapy that specializes in ptsd, maybe even therapy that specializes in religious issues… also please, we are all begging you to come out of the closet. And once you do, I do want Buddie to happen, but I kind of want Eddie to have his gay hot boy summer.

•Chris- honestly, I want this boy to stay mad for a bit. He deserves it. But I also want him to realize that his grandparents are toxic. Like maybe he realizes that, comes home, but he’s still mad and it SHOWS. Then, Eddie and him go to therapy. Maybe he vents to Buck and Buck is like trying to be neutral.

•Buck- I want him to move in with Eddie to help him not totally spiral (maybe that’s the catalyst for Tommy and him breaking up), and maybe he lets Bobby and Athena stay in his loft until they find a place. Other than that, he is doing surprisingly well and that frightens me for him…. Ooohh maybe, while Eddie is having his gay hot boy summer he gets all flustered and jealous and finally realizes he’s in love with Eddie.

•Chimney and Maddie- They need to continue to be happy and beautiful and adorable. Maybe we get another Madney baby. But, they can just continue with the good, happy married vibes.

•Ravi- just give me Ravi main. I will pay you. PLEASE. Just give it to me. And a Ravi Begins episode

•Gerard- I, personally, would love to see the team drive this man into an insane asylum or a grave. Just saying

-NOW- general things I want to happen

•Bottle episode- full episode at the station, no calls. Just silly station antics. Maybe someone is keeping a secret and this is when it all comes out. I saw someone talk about this in regards to Buddie- like they just go together and are kind of just seeing how it goes still and keeping it on the down low and they keep almost getting caught like holding hands or stuff like that and they make it through the whole slow shift and JUST as they are leaving they think they make it and they go to get into like Bucks jeep or whatever and they just barely kiss thinking no one sees except like everyone of course sees they just don’t know it and that’s how the episode ends. I don’t remember who it was but I would love that episode. Plus I just love a bottle episode.

•another good Chimney/Karen bonding moment. Like it was so cute and funny when they got drunk together when they thought Hen was up to something

•any scene with Maddie and Eddie together actually speaking to one another. I would love it if Maddie straight up calls Eddie out about his crush on Buck, but that’s just me

•Bobby having a friend that isn’t his wife or team. I know why the actor playing Michael is gone and that whole issue, but I miss their friendship/chemistry. His team (especially Buck) are most like his kids. He needs someone he can get into shenanigans with again

•more Buck/Hen scenes. We deserve them. They always have such cute scenes and we need more

•Chimney making fun of Eddie’s mustache

[calyssmarviss]

911 5x17 - Hero Complex Reaction

⚠️ spoilers ahead

went to the stream 8 minutes early because I’m so afraid to miss the beginning like i did with Boston

but hey i managed to find that last collectible i was missing for the trophy in control right before so

WARNING i am Tipsy (like every monday but 🤫)

I’ve seen more american ads than french ones in those last 6 months because of this show

LET’S GO

GREEN DAY FOR GREENWAY

BABY PSYCHO JONAH

But yes guillotines ARE cool 😌

HEART ATTACK

That bus didn’t even go over a cliff :(

I NEED A HERO

lmao this is so extra

Claudette was a mom? Never would have guessed

Promo scene n1

Seeing Hen and Chim together makes me so happy whatever the context

I miss having a best friend :(

EDDIE

BUCK

BUCK AND EDDIE

Oh Chris is going?

Keep telling yourself that Diaz

*flashbacks to Buck and Maddie telling Chimney that there’s nothing to worry about when it comes to their parents*

Hen and Chim the Best Detective Agency

14 months?

Oh so he’s a floater floater

Did Chim erase his fingerprints? 😂

Ravi, never change

LOL they’re just not gonna show us Chris

“You should come visit more often” that’s what i thought you would say ramon

Silver Star redux

Ooooooooh no words just feelings

I MEAN EDDIE’S FACE?!

God this is going so fast

Miami, uh. Wonder if he worked with Marjan

(I have watched one episode and a half of LS and that was ep 1 and the crossover)

We need to talk to Taylor > said no one ever

Ehehehe Buck in shorts and hoodie 😍

“We’re not gonna tell anyone” right

Aw Buck, so willing to trust people

Aw Taylor, so willing to call people serial killers

Adriana’s younger confirmed

YES EDDIE GO OFF

FUCK I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

NOT A HEART ATTACK

Promo scene 2 and 3

LIAR LIAR LIAR

TAYLOR’S SUCH A LIAR

YOU’RE ALREADY RUNNING IT

Oh panic attack talk

“I spent my whole life trying not to be like you”

You can say i have daddy issues but i don’t buy it *squints eyes*

OH HERE WE GO

OH NO NOT CHIMNEY

NO

Fuck NO

I know they’re going to be fine but I’m getting Triggered rn

Seeing Chimney on that table is just Too Much

He’s soooo eviiiilllll

Too bad Coppeland (not the shrink, the other one) is dead he would be so happy to snipe Jonah

Maddie good timing

So happy you didn’t come earlier

Later would have been too late

Bryce is such a good actor contrarily to some others… 😒

Ahahaha the best team

Hahahahahhahaha

Yesssss

That guy survived rebar through his brain AND being repeatedly stabbed that’s nothing

HAHAHA YOU GO BOBBY

“then it was worth it” I’m crying those people are just Too Good

CHANNEL 8

OH IT’S THE CARDIOLOGIST

You know they may have planned for another wedding before the whole drumond thing but this episode makes the vow renewal makes even more sense

“I let that man into my house”

I know it’s about the firehouse but big jeffrey vibes especially since they just talked about him

I KNOW YOU’D HAVE MY BACK

How is this episode both about the sniper and the rapist without being about them

I’m connecting the dots with the hacker

Oh here’s the cliff rescue in the promo. Now all I’ll be thinking about is Buck in a harness (no i don’t even know if he’s doing it i was too busy typing but I’ll be thinking about it nonetheless)

Who cares about Lone Star bye

[nightswithkookmin]

MONDAY, JANUARY 18TH: GOLDY'S LOG

I miss Suga. Scratch that. I miss Agust D. My spirit animal.

I've been thinking about him a lot lately, wondering if his injury isn't an exemption to military service. I wonder if he qualifies, in light of his injury, as an able body. I wonder what their law defines as able body.

I wonder if he passed the legal physical exam and health assessment test when he turned 19, since he's had that injury way before debut. Or if BTS have undergone that mandatory military service assessment since they are all past 19 and what their results are.

Jimin has chronic back pain too. That should qualify him for an exemption to military duty. He can still do desk work if it's that serious.

I should talk to ***** and look into South Korea's law on exemptions to military service.

Moon values the arts and culture industry. There's already been an extension for conscription for the benefit of BTS. Their success and longevity in the spot light perhaps influenced this decision. Should BTS maintain this momentum, an exemption would be inevitable I feel.

I miss them. They've been gone for too long. I'm worried about the impact this is going to have on their popularity if they disconnect from fans for so long or be mechanical about the way they connect with their fans.

I hate the limited access to them. But Scarcity increases the value of a product and it's not surprising if this is the approach BigHit is adopting in the wake of the pandemic.

Limited access not only raises value, it creates demand. Bang PD is a bigbrain marketing genius- I hate it.

They are taking a huge risk with this new marketing strategy. Personally, I'd stick to what works but then I am no marketing guru. Just a consumer who likes to play it safe. I guess I won't be getting hired anytime soon. Fuck.

It's all very fascinating.

What's equally fascinating is the shippers out here on these streets. The Jokers.

I... they confuse the hell out of me sometimes.

How are they going to question my rationality when I talk about moments I feel Jikook are having issues in their relationship or had broken up etc but then have no problem with and even applaud that same rationality when I talk about moments that has led me to believe there is lack of depth in Tae Kook's dynamics or that they are not real by any standard or that another ship in BTS isn't real.

Do I have two minds? Or are they more inclined to be selective in their beliefs based on their biases towards Jikook and against other ships? It's weird.

By the same lens I define Jikook as real, I define Tae Kook or any other ship that includes JK and Jimin as not real. And by that same lens if I feel Jikook aren't together then I'm wrong and irrational?

It really confounds me.

Not sure if they expect me to apply double standards to Jikook in those instances.

I don't think there is right and wrong opinions or perspective when it comes to shipping, but I think if they are right about me being wrong about my perspective on Jikook then I must be wrong about my perspective on any other ship in BTS as well.

I can't be right about one and wrong about another. I'm either right about all or wrong about all.

I can't be 'right' about Tae Kook having 'issues' in their bond in such a way I think it often bars them from fully nurturing their bond and developing depth to it but then be 'wrong' about Jikook also having issues that mess with their bond from time to time when it's the same measurement I use in accessing the depth of bond of both ships.

I really don't understand their way of thinking.

What is right and what is wrong and who decides on that?

I think we ought to substitute right and wrong with 'believe and believable.' The approach to such discourse should be about what one is willing to believe or not believe about certain discussions: I believe this. I don't believe that. Because believes stem from our personal biases towards a subject.

And the people that come running to me with 'look, Jikook smiled at each other in On era so change your mind'

I would except I hear this debate all the time. I wonder if they realize they sound exactly like the Tuktukkers in my DMs trying to convince me Tae Kook is real.

'Look Tae sat on JK's laps! How can you say there is no depth to Tae kook' ' He squished JK's cheeks' 'Jk said he wants to ride with Tae, if there was no depth why did he say he wanted to ride with him'

I have a feeling Soft Koo is back. The days of Terminator JK might be over. Too bad, I liked terminator JK. He was a bad ass.

I like that he is experimenting with his looks. But I'm glad his Ravi-esque phase is over. I wonder who he is drawing inspiration from this time. He reminds me of Jimin though. There is something peaceful and serene about his looks.

Can't really tell much because Bighit is sitting on tons of footages. I think I need to send a truck to Bang PD HQ.

I don't like that Jimin posted a Vhopemin photo for Tae's birthday. It was cute and all but I don't like it. That shit felt passive aggressive as fuxk. Lmho. What, he didn't have a V or Vmin photo in his gallery? Sounds like someone didn't put much effort in their VMin agenda for this post.

I wonder if he will keep the same energy come JK's birthday. I mean both him and Tae didn't post for him💀

May be I'm reaching on this one. But a single post where V was not even the focus of the post... I think his birthday means a lot to him and he enjoys when people shower him with love and attention and I don't think his birthday is an exception.

And he kept reiterating after such said birthday how he recently discovered he loves to be loved and how he does most of the things he does in order to be loved by his fans, friends and family.

And it breaks my heart that, the headlines read BTS shower X, Y with love on his birthday but the two people close to him were missing from that list this time. The media talks about BTS posting for eachother as them showering eachother with love. Certainly they all know this.

And the fact Jin posted for Tae after Tae's birthday says a lot about Tae and JK. Tae had no intention of posting perhaps because he left JM a message on the packages. With Jin I feel he was overcompensating for not posting for him on his birthday...

JK gets a pass. If JM wasn't happy about him not posting for his birthday, he would have pulled a Jin.

Jimin talking about coming to the realization he loves to be loved makes me think JK withholding his affections openly made him come to the realization he loves to be loved. Just a hunch. And the only reason JK would withhold his affections is if Jimin himself estopps him. Those two give me headaches.

I think I got the closure I needed from this.

LESSON: dont get on JM's bad side and bloody post for his birthday 💀

Tae been releasing photos of Jimin and Jhope a lot lately. Not sure how that makes me feel either. I think it's beautiful. But when I think about all these beautiful photos he has of Jimin on his phone and how generous he is with them- I think they would have been more meaningful had he released it on JM's birthday. The snow photo he posted still sits in my Vmin heart somewhere.

I really don't like this not posting for each other's birthday business. It's 2021. They need to cut it out.

I feel JK set a bad precedent but personal happiness first so good for him.

This moment haunts me for some reason.

What was going through V's head. I want to know. RM looks done. Lol.

Jimin is really beautiful. I love his eyes when he smiles and the thing he does with his shoulders.

Some people complain I write a lot. Some say I don't write enough. Ayayayai!!!!!!

What to do.

I think I accidentally deleted a post.

I'm looking forward to JKK1. Stay Gold, Still with you, Your eyes tell... I hope he hasn't given his best away cos those were bops.

PJM1... oh God I'm nervous. I'm excited for it but nervous. I think Serendipity is a classic. The Christmas song was equally great and frankly the only good Christmas Ive heard so far and I don't even like Christmas- nothing against Baby Jesus I just think it sucks. That bridge in Dis-ease is something.

I want to read his thoughts. His spotify playlist is insightful but I want to confirm if he really sees himself as a mess who is always causing his lover grief.

I mean he did say he has realized he needs to be considerate towards those that love him. Not sure yet the connection there.

I want to read his thoughts.

PJM1....

I love JHOPE. I think his ship with Jimin is beautiful and healing. They make my insides warm. Not sure if their shippers think they are real. Do they? That would be awkward.

I think RM and Jimin need to spend time together... it would be good for them.

Jimin and Sungwoon shippers are alleging Jimin has been staying with Sungwoon all this while. LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

But the bit about him living with Sungwoon before the start of Bon V 4 has me🤔

Around that period, I don't believe JM was at the dorms and Jikook were not together then too. He must have been staying somewhere...

I'll let them have that.

But around November 2019 when he was having issues with JK he was staying with Tae too so no I don't think that means Sungwoon is queer or that Jimin is sleeping with him💀

They need to get out of their imaginations.

I think Jikook will drive me crazy one day.

I can feel my cranium swelling.

JiRose shippers need to pack it up. They really think Jimin is straight? 💀

It's the bad editing for me.

That doesn't look like a straight face to me. Unless his butt was on fire and he was uncomfortable looking at that black interviewer, I think that's his flirting face.

Lately I've been thinking about what ifs.

What if Jikook is not real?

I wish I believed that.

[translucent-bisexual]

I found the interview where Tim I think talks about it- it’s called ‘9-1-1 Finale: EP Talks Eddie's Fate, Maddie's Journey and a 'Major Complication' Coming in Season 5’ and the section where Tim talks about the media aspect and potentially expanding on that in the show (🙄😐), I’ll paste it here : ‘I am very (very is italicized) interested in that, and I have been since we created her. The character was invented for “Dosed” in Season 2. We had a whole story we were going to do about a tech millionaire who gets saved by the firefighters, thinks they’re really cool and wants to become friends with them. At the last minute, I came up with the idea that it was actually a reporter who would sort of weasel her way into the firehouse and do a story on it. That’s how Taylor was born. But I’ve always felt like there was an interesting element there that works in the universe of 9-1-1 with the media. It’s something we haven’t really drilled down on, or found the very specific unique way to tell a story using that element’ - like??? SIR PLEASE just focus on the main characters. It’s unique and interesting as a concept but in practice, I... wouldn’t be thrilled or happy seeing it next season. Focus on the main characters and developing them. When you throw unnecessary stuff for no reason but to throw in exciting new twists, it takes away screen time that could go to the mains. Especially since I haven’t seen one person happy about Tim wanting to expand on the media/reporter side of things. I know the show, like every other show, evolves over time but to me, that’s not what 911 is. By that, I mean 911 is a show about first responders who do their job everyday to help people and we dive into the first responders lives too. We can have reporters and the media because that’s fine but why expand on it who cares. Taylor Kelly is just an average local reporter like if you wanna shove more Taylor in our face just say that. I don’t hate her seriously but what’s with adding all this new stuff when he isn’t even seeming as excited for things like exploring Eddie’s trauma which is only smart. He didn’t say they wouldn’t do it but his answer was just yikes. And other storylines too. And they’re adding Albert as a firefighter like it’s already getting crowded. I really do like Albert too it’s not a diss against him but I hope you get what I mean

Thank you for finding this interview for me!

I’m kinda iffy on the media thing he might do. I don’t hate it and I don’t love it so if he really is gonna somehow expand that side of things I really hope it’s just a small part of the show. I’m totally cool with seeing it if they’re at a really big call and the media needs to be there, but if it’s something small or we’re seeing it almost every scene it’s gonna get really old. One story he could easily do that I’d kinda like to see though is where Taylor is out reporting something dangerous on her own. Also yah him not giving Eddie anything and then saying it’s not really needed is ridiculous. I’m sorry I don’t care that he was in the military and was used to hearing that around him, he was out doing a job that isn’t supposed to have people shooting at you, there’s no way he’s just gonna get back out there and be completely cool with it without worrying a few times that something might happen again. They really missed out on a good story with Bucks healing so I’m gonna be so upset if they do it with Eddie’s too. With Albert and his story it’s making me wonder if we’ll be getting Ravi’s as well just cause he’s been showing up everywhere now which I’m all for. With us going back into 18 episodes a season though I trust that he’ll make it all work out in a way that doesn’t seem chaotic

[itsfrenchfornothankyou]

When Darkness Turns to Light - chapter 6

Description: Patton just wants to have one (1) nice dinner, is that too much to ask?

Relationships: platonic moceit mostly, platonic DLAMP, but like, half of them are still arguing ya know. 

Characters: Patton, Janus, Roman, Virgil, Logan. 

Warnings: negative self talk, arguing, lots of angst

let me know if anything needs tagging- or a better way of warning for stuff im still learning!

all characters in this fic are sympathetic, but they are not always paragons of good people! they are complicated and have complicated histories that are reflected in the way they treat each other

first chapter

previous chapter // next chapter

A band aid on a broken heart

 It’s been over a month since the wedding, and gradually things are returning to normal. Or… something like normal anyway.

They’ve fallen into new routines at meal times, and Patton finds comfort in them, even if it isn’t quite the same as it was before. He supposes though, that the same as before maybe shouldn’t be what he’s aiming for.

Virgil and Roman never come to breakfast anymore, and so it’s become a time for Patton, Logan and Janus to plan schedules. Not that Patton has much to contribute, but he enjoys the excuse to hang out with the two of them. he loves they way they light up while they debate, a fire igniting in their eyes that Patton has never really taken to time to appreciate before.

At lunch time Patton puts out a spread of sandwiches, and the other sides filter in and out of the kitchens, rarely stopping to talk. It’s the most familiar part of the day if he’s being honest. One time Logan walked in with his nose stuck in a book, didn’t look up, and Patton pushed a sandwich into his hand as Logan had grasped around the plate looking for one. He walked out again without saying anything, only a nod to even acknowledge that he had even noticed the other side’s presence. Patton’s heart had swelled. It was the most normal scene he had been in in a long time. after all of the awkward stumbling around each other and the stunted polite conversation, it was nice to just be comfortable existing in each other’s space.

Dinnertime has been… hit and miss. Two weeks ago he had gotten the courage to go around and knock on everyone’s doors and tell them he was making dinner and, well it could have gone worse. Roman came down, although he hadn’t spoken to them. Logan had sat with a Hanji book for the entire dinner, and Virgil had almost immediately fled the scene, barely even touching his food. As for the other two, well… Janus had assured Patton that Remus would not eat regular food, and he shouldn’t invite him, but he had still felt bad for not calling him to dinner. As for Janus himself, well he had said it was a “bad idea”. Patton hadn’t liked that answer, but Janus assured him he should be focusing on smaller goals first, rather than trying to repair Janus’ relationships with the other sides.

Since then, Patton had had varying levels of success. Some nights only Logan would show up, very rarely he would manage to get all of them into the kitchen, though it never lasted long.

One time Remus showed up and well… they had silently, and mutually, agreed not to talk about that night. The first time he had managed to coax Janus downstairs with promises of pasta and wine it had devolved into a hissing match between him and Virgil. So, better than Patton had expected.

Patton stirs the pot of pasta, wondering absentmindedly how many people will be coming for dinner. He always makes enough for seven, although he knows they’ll never have a full table. he opens the lid of the second pot, and gives the sauce a quick stir before turning it down to a simmer. Behind him someone makes a noise of deep contentment. Patton smiles. “Wow Jan, I would have never guessed you had such n-oodles of love for pasta. Tell me, is it the ravi-only way to your heart?” he sneaks a glance back at Janus to see he reaction, but the other side catches his eye with a smirk. Patton looks back at the pot too quickly to see the soft smile that crosses Janus’ face as he shrugs.

“I lived exclusively on microwave meals and chicken nuggets for the past thirty years. Can you blame me?” Janus sidles up to Patton, batting his eyes innocently as he sneaks some food out of the pot. Patton fixes him with an aghast look.

“Have you ever tried cooking with Remus?” Patton shudders at the thought. “As I said,” Janus continues. “the less chance for things to go wrong, the better.” Patton isn’t sure if he should smile or grimace at Janus, but before he can decide the door to the kitchen opens.

“Roman!” Patton cries excitedly. It’s been a couple of days since Roman last made it down to dinner. Patton wants to check in on him, see how he’s doing, talk about what he’s working on, but Roman hasn’t exactly been wanting to talk lately. “Food’s almost ready,” He says instead. “I’m making your favourite, tagliatelle!” He fixes Roman with his brightest and best dad smile, but Roman’s returning one is tight and artificial. Patton tries not to let it get to him, keeping up the happy attitude. He can feel Janus frowning at him.

Moments later, Logan comes into the room; latest read tucked under one arm. He tidies the table, but doesn’t set it. Seeing all of the empty setting had started getting to Patton, so now people just get their plates as they turn up.

Patton stars piling bowls, Roman first, then Logan, then Janus. As he’s about to fill his own he hears quiet movement, and a hush falls over the room. He forces himself not to freeze in place, instead smiling brightly at Virgil, careful not to be too loud.

“Virgil!” He beckons the side over. “Good to see you, pasta?”

Virgil hesitates, taking in the room. Janus smirks a him, and Patton spots the beginnings of what will rapidly become another petty and pointless argument. He shoots a look at the other side. Janus rolls his eyes, but takes his seat without another word.

Shoving his hands into his hoody pockets, Virgil quietly makes his way to Patton. “Sure. Sounds great.” Patton tried to keep his excitement on the inside; it’s the most that Virgil has said aloud in days.

Taking his bowl with a nod of thanks, Virgil takes a seat at the table as far away from Janus as possible, finding Logan levels of literalism in the phrase “on the edge of his seat”. Patton attempts to start a casual conversation around the table, asking Logan about the book he’s reading. As Logan lights up and begins mapping out the plot of the book, the mood lightens up a little. At one point Patton could swear he even sees Virgil smile. This all comes crashing down about halfway through dinner, when Logan asks Roman what he’s working on.

Patton sees Roman’s smile falter and slip off of his face, and it feels like a punch to the gut. Virgil tenses up across the table, but Roman just tries to dismiss the question with a wave of a hand.

“Oh you know, this and that,” he murmurs. “You’ll see it when it’s finished.” Logan frowns, but doesn’t push the matter further. Janus seems to have other ideas.

“If you’re having creative block, ignoring it is definitely going to help.” Patton winces, but Janus is making steady eye contact with Roman now, and it’s evident that he sees this as a battle worth fighting.

“What, me? Creative block?” Roman is louder now, pulling in some swagger that Patton has barely seen in weeks. “Foul fiend I- I am the embodiment of Creativity!” He sputters as he speaks. “Or course no such thing could happen to me!”

“Do you forget who I am?” Janus asks quietly. His voice barely a whisper in the wind, as though it were simply an exasperated afterthought. Before Roman can reply, he continues pushing. “Great, you definitely haven’t already had the talk about what a good idea it is to wait for an idea to be perfect before presenting it.”

“Hah! What would you know about creativity, Lie Mis?” Roman stands, waving his arms and shouting, before turning away from Janus, His voice cracks as he speaks, and Patton’s heart flutters nervously, unsure how to defuse the situation.

“Hey Kiddos,” he says. “How about we all just take a breather and stop for a moment-”

“No!” Roman shouts. “I can see that you clearly don’t need me here.” His voice hitches, and Patton feels frantic. “Since apparently he knows everything I’ll just, just-”

“Roman! That’s not true!” Patton stands at the table, and moves to reach for Roman, but the other side flinches away.

“Because everyone here is such an expert in what’s true,” he mutters.

“Roman,” Patton realises with some surprise that it’s Janus speaking, his voice softened as he lets out a gentle sigh. “I’m not-” they don’t get to hear the rest of the sentence, as Roman cuts him off with a harsh laugh.

“I don’t need any more of your lies, Deceit.” Then he sinks out. A silence echoes around the room, palpable enough to be deafening. Patton looks over at Janus, but whatever vulnerability he hard in his voice moments ago is gone, replaced with a cold hard nothing. His expression an unreadable marble.

“Well, I think that went well,” he says airily, continuing to eat. Across the room Virgil hisses at him, teeth bared. Janus simply raises an eyebrow at him. Patton isn’t sure if it’s a question or a challenge.

“Can you for once in your fucking miserable existence just fucking-” Virgil waves a hand in the air, unsure how to finish his sentence, or perhaps hoping to pull the words from the air. “Not be you!” he stands in place, shaking with anger.

“Oh?” Deceit says, smiling lazily. “And who would you like me to be?” He holds up a hand as though to snap his fingers.

“Don’t. You. Dare.” Virgil grinds out, his teeth gritted. Absently, Patton wonders if Virgil has fangs. He’s never notices them before. “You can’t just… lie, all the time, and expect people to trust you!”

Janus huffs out a breath, almost a laugh, almost… something else. “Because the truth has always gone so well for me in the past.” It’s quiet, quiet enough that Patton can hardly be sure Janus meant to say it at all.

In response Virgil simply bares his teeth again. “Like you’ve ever even tried it,” he hisses. Then he’s gone.

Patton stands, his eyes wide. He fights back tears, instead straightening up, trying to pull himself together.

“I’m, I’m going to go- go check on Virgil,” he says, fighting a wobble in his voice.

“You won’t be able to find him,” Janus replies. “Not if he doesn’t want to be found,”

“Well,” Patton clenches his fist, then relaxes. “I have to try anyway. If he does want me, I’ll be there,” just barely perceptible, he could swear he sees Janus flinch.

---

In the end Janus is right. Virgil is nowhere to be found. At one point he thinks he sees his door at the end of a hallway, but by the time he reaches it it’s gone. He lets out a cry of frustration. Normally he loves the mind palace, with it’s sprawling corridors and nonsensical patterns. If you aren’t paying attention you can walk for hours without running into anyone else.

Normally, this doesn’t work against him. when he’s looking for someone, he finds that his feet naturally take him where he needs to go. But Virgil seems to have mastered the shifting halls, and folded himself away in a corner that Patton isn’t sure how to access.

When he returns to the kitchen, he’s surprised to find Janus and Logan still there, in the middle of cleaning up after dinner.

“Oh, I was just about to get to-” but Janus interrupts him with a wave of his hand.

“It’s no trouble.”

“He thought you might need the break,” Logan adds. Janus glares at him, and Patton suppresses a smile.

“I did not say-”

“You implied, did you not?” Logan asks inquisitively. “I have been studying your dialogue, and you said-”

“There’s no need!” Janus shouts, with panic evident. The laugh that Patton has been squashing down bursts out, and Janus turns away; furiously scrubbing at the dishes in the sink.

“Fascinating,” Logan breathes. “Is only half of your face capable of blushing?” he asks, ducking his own head to get a better look at Janus’ face. “What exactly is your biology like? Are you in fact part snake, or is it appearance only? Thomas did imply…” Logan continues muttering to himself about biology, but Patton doesn’t understand any of it. He’s just happy to see that the other two sides are getting along.

Janus moves away hurriedly as he places the last dish on the drying rack, pulling off his gloves. Patton frowns.

“Janus,” he begins carefully. “Were you wearing those gloves… over your other gloves?”

“No.” Janus moves into the front room, sitting on the sofa with a thump to sulk. Patton suppresses another giggle.

Logan and Patton share a rare smile, before Logan clears his throat and announces his exit, already absorbed in his book once more before he’s even left the room.

Patton takes a seat next to Janus, and the two of them sit together in silence for a while. Janus has produces a crossword from somewhere in his cape, and is dutifully filling it in while Patton hums a tune to himself as he looks through his box of movies. It’s nice, and the quiet is only broken but Patton’s occasional suggestion of film, always swiftly followed by a sharp rejection.

The two sides have yet to actually watch a film together, though this has become something of a regular occurrence between the two of them. regular enough for Patton to know that Janus never actually solves the puzzles he brings. He does however find rather interesting solutions that definitely are not the intended answer. He always says that he simply has “his own interpretation of the rules”.

Patton finds himself knowing all sorts of little details about the other side, he realises. He knows that his favourite food is breakfast, whenever it isn’t supposed to be eaten. Pancakes at 2am, eggs and toast for lunch… and so on. He knows the other side is remarkably well read, and has a fondness for face masks, though he himself doesn’t use them. Patton’s skin has never felt clearer though. Janus is excellent at nail varnish, but terrible at applying makeup. However-

“27 dresses?” Patton tries.

“Ah yes, the love interest in that film isn’t creepy at all.” Janus rolls his eyes.

-He still hasn’t figured out what kind of TV the other side watches. Patton sighs in defeat, pushing the box away from himself for the evening. So far the chick flick category has turned out to be a total bust, and he’s ready to give up on it. he’s beginning to have strong suspicions that maybe Janus likes the types of movies that Patton doesn’t like at all, but he won’t be deterred.

“Hey, Janus,” he starts softly, but he can already see the other side tensing up. “About earlier-”

“I’m not apologising to Roman,” he replies shortly. Yeah, Patton pretty much saw that one coming.

“I wasn’t going to ask you to.” Janus looks over at him now, eyes narrow. “I just…” despite all of the time Patton has spent looking for the right way to go about the conversation, he still finds himself at a loss for words  “Wondered if… maybe you could talk? If you could get to know each other-”

“He doesn’t want to get to know me,” Janus sighs. “I’m not going to just keep on-” he cuts himself off with a sharp intake of breath. Patton wants to know, but he resolves not to push him.

“Maybe if-”

“If what?” Janus looks up, exasperated. “No matter what I do, Roman has already resolved to hate me. Same with Virgil. There is nothing I could possibly do to change their minds.” There’s a bitter sort of anger in his voice, that Patton hasn’t heard before. Not the biting sharpness of when he explodes at roman, not the playful tone he took in the courtroom. There’s a melancholy to it, but resigned. Patton isn’t really sure who it’s directed at.

“I mean, the arguing can’t help though.” Patton pushes.

“It’s better than the alternative.” Janus voice softens, almost sad. Hurt? Patton reaches out a hand to lay on Janus’ shoulder, but he shakes it off. Patton finds he’s thoroughly lost his footing in the conversation, unsure of what Janus is trying to say anymore, but not yet ready to make the final push to ask.

Janus doesn’t leave, but it’s clear that he’s done with the conversation. He picks up his book, turning a new page and beginning again. There are so  many questions bouncing around in Patton’s head. He doesn’t even know where to begin to unravel the mess he’s in. He wonders what happened between Virgil and Janus, he wants to know their history, as it becomes more and more evident that they have one. How did they get here? Whenever Janus talks about Virgil, it’s almost as though he’s talking about someone entirely different. Patton doesn’t know how to reconcile the two thoughts in his head.

He doesn’t ask though. instead, the two of them stay that way for the rest of the evening; silent in each other’s company. They’re both all too familiar with being alone to willingly submit to it again. not that either one of them would ever say it. maybe some things don’t need to be said, Patton thinks. Maybe that isn’t the point. Some days it can be enough just to exist near each other

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sorrry, i meant to have this up yesterday, but then i slept in till like 4pm and then did baking sooooo

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TEAM ZRCN ARC 4 - CHAPTER 2

Well, that definitely wasn’t planned...

XANTHOS

Xanthos grumbled for the third time in the space of ten minutes. “I should be out there helping - I feel useless being forced to stay in here.”

Wren smiled weakly at his left - he wouldn’t have been surprised if she was sick of his complaining by now. “If it makes you feel any better, think of yourself as mine and Cala’s protector in case anything goes wrong, rather than being cooped up in here due to not being hundred percent yet.”

Xanthos didn’t want to repeat that he felt fine, so smiled back. After his run-in with Belleza and Miho three days prior, Zelde had been the one to insist he stay with Calantha and Wren instead of patrolling for Belleza like the rest. Though he had protested, Zelde understandably wanted to be cautious after being caught out by the eldest Rossi again, and claimed he was not yet fighting fit. 

“Thanks, Wren. But I’ve seen what you did to that Karkadan, I’m pretty sure you can handle yourself with or without me.”

“Don’t be so harsh on yourself, Ravi,” Wren assured him. “I’ve seen a marked improvement in you and the rest of your team since you joined us; those lessons are really paying off. I’m sure James will be glad to see how much you’ve all improved in person when you return to Atlas Academy.”

Xanthos smiled back appreciatively. Whilst he knew Wren was partly saying that to reassure him and make him feel better, Xanthos knew they were getting better. He had seen it in the way he and the rest of his teammates were fighting, how they all used their weapons and semblances more effectively, and how they all communicated better in and out of battle. 

Wren turned away from him, responding to a report from Cherry through her earpiece. Though he nor any of his teammates - nor Helia - had been given an ear piece they had all been split off into small teams to ensure there was still something of a clear line of communication. Parson was with Zelde and Cordovan, Cherry with Helia, Elio was by himself, and Morgan was paired with Neela.

To avoid eavesdropping, Xanthos stepped towards Calantha who was seated in an old plastic chair. Though her expression appeared neutral, her juddering leg betrayed her.

"You good?" He asked, resting a hand upon her shoulder in an action that made her flinch ever so slightly.

"Yes, I'm fine." She answered, turning her head to him and giving him a wide smile. "Why do you ask?"

"Your leg’s bouncing." He said simply, glancing down at her still bouncing leg. Calantha followed his gaze, and caught herself.

"I didn't even realise," She said, looking almost apologetic as she spoke. "Maybe I am a little nervous."

"I'd be concerned if you weren't." Xanthos chuckled. "My sister does the exact same thing, you know."

"I didn't know you had a sister. Is she older or younger than you?"

"Younger," Xanthos replied. "...Though she likes to think she's older sometimes."

"I bet you haven't spoken to her for a while due to the CCT going down," Calantha mused. "You must miss her."

"Sure do," Xanthos confirmed with a nod of the head. "But Marisol is a strong kid, and even though I can't speak to her, I know she'll be safe with our mom."

Calantha smiled at him softly, and a part of him felt sympathy for her, realising she was probably missing a sister - at least one of them.

"You must miss yours too."

Calantha seemed a little surprised by the comment - perhaps not expecting him to bring her sisters up - but after a moment she nodded. "I miss Bianca," She confirmed, "I know Belleza only really said it to try and goad me when she said that Bianca was missing me... but I don't think she was too far off the mark."

"Are you close with her?" Xanthos asked politely. "She doesn't treat you like Belleza does she?"

"Oh no, Bianca is nothing like Belleza," Calantha responded, and despite an awkward laugh that followed her words, she seemed a little hurt at Xanthos implying Bianca was anything like their elder sister. "I won't deny they have similar goals, but Bianca would never stoop as low as Belleza to achieve them. She was the only one I was ever really close to at Olympia, always looking out for me and ensuring I was happy, or at least as happy as I could be given what our home was like. After our mother died and our father retreated more and more into himself, she was really the only family I had left in a sense. Belleza always saw me as an inconvenience, a weak link, rather than a sister. But Bianca...she was and still is my closest friend."

"At least one of your sisters has a shred of decency." Xanthos mumbled quietly. As an older sibling himself, he felt a sense of anger at the treatment she had endured at the hands of Belleza.

"It's kind of pathetic isn't it?" Calantha suddenly said, forcing a tired laugh.

"What is?"

"I'm eighteen years old and my two closest friends are my sister and Rosie - a child."

Xanthos looked at her with a sorrowful expression, and gave her another squeeze on the shoulder in a way of reassurance. This time Calantha didn't flinch away.

"You have us now too," He said, giving her a warm smile. “Don’t forget it.” She returned the gesture with an appreciative nod, and reached up to give his hand a gentle squeeze in return.

A sudden urgency in Wren’s voice drew Xanthos’s attention back to her. He shared a glance with Calantha, before moving back over to the veteran huntress. 

“Keep me updated as soon as you know.” 

Xanthos looked at her questioningly, silently gesturing for her to tell him what was going on.

“Elio thinks he saw someone matching Belleza’s description,” She explained in a hushed tone. Her gaze drifted beyond Xanthos and over to Calantha whose fidgeting had since resumed. “Is she alright?” Wren asked, her voice tinged with concern.

“Just a little nervous,” Xanthos responded. “Can’t say I blame her really.”

“No... neither can I.” Wren nodded in agreement, a small sigh parting her lips.

Xanthos was suddenly aware of a muffled voice through the Huntress’s earpiece, and she jumped back to attention. She spoke briefly with Elio, before thanking him for keeping her in the loop. “False alarm - it wasn’t her.” Wren informed him.

They both breathed a sigh of relief at this, but it was short-lived as not moments later a call came through Calantha’s scroll. She jolted at the noise, and fumbled to get her scroll out of her pocket. 

She stared at the screen for a few seconds, frozen.

“It’s Belle.”

“Answer it.” Wren encouraged softly.

Calantha nodded hesitantly, before answering. “Hello, Belle. I’m- What? Yes, she’s here with me right now.” Calantha looked up at Wren warily. “She wants to be put on speaker. Should I do it?”

Wren considered this for a moment. “Do it.”

As Calantha put the call on speaker, Wren quickly spoke into her earpiece to let the others know she was about to speak with Belleza.

“You’re on speaker, Miss Rossi,” Wren said. “Where are you? We’ve been waiting.”

“Miss Rossi? My, isn't that formal!” Belleza laughed. “Is it just you and my sister I’m talking with?”

“I’m here,” Xanthos said abruptly, the words falling out of his mouth before he had a chance to even confer with Wren about whether he was allowed to talk.

“And who exactly is that supposed to be?”

“Xanthos Ravindra,” He said coldly. “You know, the boy whose arm you nearly dislocated before shoving into a broom closet.”

“You got off lightly, ‘Xanthos Ravindra’,” Belleza mocked. “Consider yourself lucky - had Miho and I not been interrupted you might have been sitting with the rest of my prisoners right about now.”

“Where are you, Belle?” Calantha inquired. “I’ve been waiting to do our trade off.”

“You’ll be waiting for a long time I fear.” Belleza said. “They’ve already been moved.”

Wren tensed a little beside him. “Let’s not play games here, Miss Rossi,” She warned. “We arranged a trade, let’s get it over and done with.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“Belle, please,” Calantha attempted to appeal to her sister. “Don’t make this any more difficult than it needs to be.”

“Oh, ho, ho, you’re one to talk, little lamb,” Belleza responded, her voice full of malice. “I know what you and your friends have been planning. I know that even stepping foot within the grounds of Astrolabe would be like signing off on my own prison sentence.”

“H-How?” Wren stammered. “How do you know this?” She added in a more demanding voice.

“Well, you just confirmed it for me, dimwit.” Belleza stated, using that falsely sweet tone of voice that set Xanthos on edge, her grin almost audible. It reminded him of his encounter with the eldest Rossi sibling three days prior.

“You might have taken Wisteria, but I’m guessing you haven’t asked her for any information?” Belleza continued. “Maybe if you had, you might have known about the little present a certain Ulysses Crest left us.”

Calantha suddenly seemed to understand the point her sister was making. Her free hand went to cover her mouth, as a look of realisation began to dawn on her face. 

Her voice trembled. “No…”

Wren and Xanthos shared a nervous glance. 

“I’d advise you to hand yourself in now, Miss Rossi,” Wren advised. “Things will be easier for you if you do so.”

“I already told you I can’t.”

“Damnit!” Wren snapped, her frustrations beginning to bubble over. “Stop playing games, Belleza! Where are you?!”

“I am going home,” Belleza said simply. “For now at least. If you wish to continue our little game you are welcome to come to Olympia and fight me on home turf. If not...well, I suspect we’ll see each other soon when the reckoning comes for you Atlesian nitwits.”

Wren’s eyes widened and Xanthos was more keenly aware of her shaking. “Rosie…” She said the name so softly, that had it not been for the fact he was standing so close, he might have heard her. Wren took a moment before speaking again. “Callaway. Mira. Rosie. You promised. If you don’t have the decency to show yourself, at least tell me that they’re safe!”

But rather than a civil response, all Wren got in response was bone-chilling laughter.

“You all wanted me to jump but you should have been the ones asking how high.”  Belleza sounded gleeful as she said that. “Enjoy the little gift I left for you.”

A small click signalled Belleza had disconnected from the call. The three of them did not have time to process what had just been said to them, before the thunderous roar of an explosion sounded nearby, and Astrolabe University went up in flames.

[onewfantaesy]

Luna has issues with the step mom but it should be with her dad. Shes biased and sees him as he was when she was growing up. He has a new life, chose a younger wife, new "hobbies" and probably didnt expect a new kid, but it cant all be put on the wife. If his mom is coming up short then it's up to the dad to pull through. Onew just has to ride with it lol (I cansee him nodding, reading his paper "yes dear shes terrible"). Poor Taemin just wants to be at home with his parents like everyone else.

After Taemin is picked up by his father on Tuesday (he hadn’t made it home in time to pick him up from school, naturally), Luna starts ranting to Onew for hours. He’s sitting at the kitchen table, twirling a mug of decaf between his hands and staring at the cookies sitting on the counter. He wants one so bad, they’re right there, but if he gets up and grabs one while Luna is on this tangent, she’s going to just throw a towel at him again. 

“Uh-huh,” he hums when she pauses.

Then she starts up again. It’s going to be a very long night. Maybe he should call out sick tomorrow.

“Have you ever thought,” Onew starts once the clock reads 10:23 pm, “to maybe talk about this with your dad?”

“And say what, exactly?” she scoffs. “Hey Dad, your wife is a terrible mother and it’s traumatizing my baby brother, just thought you ought to know.”

“I meant,” he says, trying to stay patient, “talk to him about him. I know you don’t like your step-mom, but she’s not Taemin’s only parent.”

“Are you saying this is my dad’s fault?”

“I’m just saying he might be a contributing factor.”

Luna looks like she’s going to explode. He gets that she’s upset, that Taemin and her dad are a very sensitive subject for her, but he does not want to be sitting at the this kitchen table all night. The chair is starting to hurt his back.

“Maybe just sleep on it?” he suggests. “Take some time to think about it?”

Luna nods, but then she leans against the counter and holds a hand up to her mouth. She lets out a muffled cry, and Onew is quick to stand up and hug her.

“I’m just so worried about him,” she admits. “He’s just a little boy.”

“I know,” he says softly, hugging her tight. “But I think that’s why you need to talk with your dad about it.”

“You’re probably right,” she says, her voice shaking.

“Here, have a cookie, it will make you feel better,” he says quickly, grabbing one for her and one for himself. She scoffs and laughs, but she takes it. They spend another hour trying to figure out what to do about all of this, sitting on the couch. They finally get to bed around midnight, but Onew doesn’t bother calling out the next morning. He goes to school anyway, but takes note of how Taemin is absent. He had, after all, heard his father-in-law mention that he would keep Taemin home for a “special bonding day.”

What’s worrying is that Taemin isn’t at school on Thursday either, or Friday. He tells Luna as such every day, and on Friday, she finally calls her dad.

“Are you still keeping Taemin home from school?” she asks. “Is he sick? Onew said the office at school told him Taemin had a cold.”

“We went on a little vacation!” her dad says over the phone. “The three of us! We’re at the lake house, we’ll be home on Sunday.”

“Oh,” she stutters. “Okay then. Have fun.”

Then he hangs up. It’s very strange. Luna and Onew don’t have a very good feeling about any of it.

The following Monday, Onew goes out to the school yard before classes start to look for Taemin. He finds him running around with Kai, and he doesn’t miss the way Taemin frowns when Onew calls him over.

“I didn’t do anything,” Taemin whines when he comes stomping over. “School hasn’t even started yet!”

“You’re not in any trouble,” Onew says gently, and he kneels down. “Luna and I just were worried when you didn’t show up to school last week. Did you have fun with your mom and dad?”

“Am I in trouble for missing school?”

“No,” Onew assures him. “If your parents want to keep you home, that’s their own business. And I won’t tell anyone where you were.”

“Oh,” Taemin mumbles. “Yeah, it was fun. For a little bit.”

“Only for a little bit?” Onew asks. “Weren’t you there a few days?”

“Yeah,” he mutters. “But Mommy and Daddy went out a lot at night, and,” his voice gets very quiet, “I got scared.”

“They left you alone?” Onew asks, holding on to Taemin’s arm. “At night?”

“Yeah,” Taemin mumbles, “on Thursday and Friday and Saturday.”

“That’s not good,” Onew sighs. “But you’re okay, right? You’re feeling okay?”

“Yeah,” Taemin huffs. “And Daddy bought me lots of new toys and a new bike and more video games and stuff.”

“He did?” Onew asks, clearing his throat. “Really? When?”

“He had lots of stuff in the car when he picked me up,” Taemin tells him, looking a little happier. “And then when we went up to the lake, he got me a new bike, and then on Friday we went and bought more toys and stuff with Mommy.”

“That’s fun,” Onew says carefully. “You’ll have to show me some time.”

“Yeah,” Taemin says, playing with Onew’s sleeve. “Can we play Dungeons and Dragons again next time I come over?”

“Sure,” Onew says quickly. “I’ll even call Uncle Key and Uncle Minho to come over the next time.”

Taemin smiles really big at him, and Onew is just glad to see him happy.

“Thanks!” Taemin says. “Can I go play with Kai now?”

“Yeah, sure,” Onew says softly. “Go play. I’ll see you later.”

“Onew?” Taemin whispers. “I can still talk to you whenever, right?”

“Of course,” Onew says gently. “You can talk to me anytime. About anything.”

“Kay,” Taemin mumbles. Then he smiles again and turns to run back towards Kai.

If Onew was worried before, he’s completely concerned now. But Taemin looks happy running around with his friends, especially since Ravi and Moonkyu have since arrived and joined. He’ll bring it up with Luna later. But he’s definitely not happy about his father-in-law trying to buy Taemin’s love; that’s a huge red flag.

[fixxofvixx]

Stay With Me - Demon Leo AU - Chapter 20

Okay! Demon Leo!

So, like I said before, this will NOT end at chapter 20. I'm not sure when it will end but we'll see. There's still a few things I want to explore in this world.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Let me know what you think and thank you for reading!!!!

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"I'm guessing you have a death wish." Ravi's voice had lowered several octaves and was strained with anger. Looking around Ken, you saw Hakyeon standing in front of Ravi's wife with his lynx pacing in front of her. She looked scared and frazzled.

Ravi let out a shrill whistle and almost instantly, three large dogs materialized in the living room surround Hakyeon and the lynx.

"I mean no harm. I was just using your beautiful wife here as a shield so you wouldn't kill me on site. I just want to talk to you."

"You see, here's the thing. Your mangy cat is pacing in front of my wife and she has fear in her eyes. That alone makes me want to kill you on site." Ravi's deep voice echoed in the house and gave you chills.

"Why does everyone keep saying that? She's not mangy! Sibena, down." Once Hakyeon spoke, the lynx stopped pacing and trodded over to stand next to Hakyeon. Hakyeon waved his hand to Ravi's wife and she was on her feet in an instant. She wrapped her arms around Ravi and he returned the gesture.

"Now, tell me why I shouldn't feed you to my hell hounds."

"I saw what happened.....to father." Hakyeon spoke differently than he had ever before. The maliciousness was gone now but that just made you more suspicious about what he was plotting.

"Your point?"

"Your lovely wife filled me in on what happened..."

"I really don't think anything concerning my wife should come out of your mouth." Another lightning bolt tore through the room and you jumped. Leo placed his hand on the back of your neck.

*It's okay. His lightning can't hurt you. But stick close to me. I have no idea what Hakyeon is up to now.*

**Well......he can't kill me now so....**

*That's not funny.* Leo glared at you but you honestly had no choice but to make the best of the situation.

Just then Hakyeon threw something on the floor that looked like some deformed creature with about 10 legs and what looked like razor sharp teeth. Leo immediately backed away with you in tow. Ravi pulled his wife's arm until she was behind him. Ken teleported to the far corner of the room, shooting the creature a terrified look.

"Damn you, Hakyeon! Why in the hell did you bring a Larking here?!"

"That thing has been embedded in my back for two years! It fell out the moment Leo killed our father." Halyeon looked at the creature as if it would sprout wings and launch itself at him.

The hell hounds that still surrounded Hakyeon growled at the creature. The largest of the three slowly advanced on it and then looked to Ravi for instructions.

"Go."

The hell hound launched itself at the creature and then disappeared with it. Leo visibly relaxed but he kept a tight grip on you just in case.

"What the hell are you talking about Hakyeon?" Ravi was still visibly in a rage. The blue smoke swirled around the room and thunder still sounded off in the distance. The lightning had stopped, thankfully.

"For the past two years, Father has been controlling my every action. Everything that came out of my mouth was him. Every movement of my body was done by him. He was determined to get Ken's gift."

"Do you expect us to believe that?" Leo spoke quietly as if he was still trying to decide.

"You can read my thoughts, brother, so go ahead."

Leo released you but his black smoke stayed curled around you protectively. He eased himself towards Hakyeon, wary. Slowly, he put his hand on Hakyeon's forehead. After a few moments, both demons exhaled as if they had been holding their breath.

"He's actually telling the truth, for once."

"That hurts, brother." Hakyeon smiled ruefully and then his eyes locked on you. You instinctively backed up a step and Leo's smoke now covered half your body. Hakyeon stepped closer but Leo shifted his body to stand in his path. Hakyeon looked at his brother and nodded. "I only wanted to apologize."

"You don't need to be closer to her to do that."

"I suppose you're right. But..."

Hakyeon suddenly teleported, reappeared directly in front of you and grabbed you before disappearing. It happened so fast you had no idea what to do. Once Hakyeon had reached his destination, he released you. You subsequently began to hit him.

"You asshole, I knew you were lying. I thought you couldn't teleport! What the hell are you planning now?!"

"Just relax, beautiful. I promise you'll be fine. I couldn't teleport with that thing in my back. I just need to talk to you without interference."

"Ravi will find us."

"Not for a while. I have my own talents in hiding from people."

"So, talk. I want to go back."

"You used the orb, right?"

"Yes, I used it. It's gone."

"Ravi's wife said you used it to bring Leo back to life.....in exchange for your own."

"Yes." You felt so uncomfortable. You wanted this to end. You wanted to be back with Leo since now you wouldn't have much time with him. You had no idea how long Ravi would allow Leo to stay with you.

"Thank you."

You were stunned into silence for a moment. You stared at Hakyeon for a couple of seconds.

"I'm sorry.....what?"

"Thank you. One, for using it so others can't. Two, for using it to save my brother."

"You're.......not Hakyeon....are you?"

"Yes, I am. Everything before was my father. I had absolutely no control over my actions. You heard Leo earlier. I'm telling the truth."

"Fine, let's say I believe you. What exactly do you want? You could have said all of this with the others around. You knew I used the orb. Your brother is alive and I'll be down here. I missed my chance at happiness because of your father and whoever those witches are posing as my parents."

"I know and I also know it was my father who killed your real parents."

You couldn't stop yourself. Before you realized it, you had brought your fist back and propelled it at Hakyeon's face. Of course you wouldn't make much of an impact on a demon but he did stumble back a bit. It was a small satisfaction. A couple seconds later, you finally realized what you had done and backed up a few steps, unsure of Hakyeon's reaction.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything. I deserved that. I wanted to apologize on behalf of my father but this seems more fitting. If you would like to continue, I won't move."

"No......no, I'm done. I shouldn't have done that. I acted without thinking."

"I did deserve it. I've been following my father for far too long. Once I found our father outside Leo's house I knew something bad had happened. But no one was in sight and I was still barred from the house so I couldn't get in. I came here to find Ravi but only found his wife and the rest you know."

"All of this......death....for a magic demon orb....."

"Ken's magic is very powerful. He can only make one of those with his gifts and when father found out he didn't give it to him, he was furious. He found the witches, gave them the power to change their appearance and went after your parents. But father had no idea that Ken had enchanted the orb so that only a human could use it. Although, I'm not sure he would have stopped even if he had known. Father was never in his right mind."

Hakyeon had somehow stepped closer to you and you hadn't noticed it. Suddenly, he grabbed your wrist. You tried to jerk your arm back but he was too strong. You started to panic and full frantically pull at Hakyeon's hand that wrapped around your wrist.

"Hakyeon, let go!"

"Wait, just--"

"HAKYEON!" Your heart jumped along with your body when you heard Leo's voice fill the room. You had never heard it that loud.

"Shit, I knew that hiding spell wouldn't last long enough." Hakyeon looked at Leo and then turned back to you quickly. A thin veil encased the both of you like a snow globe. You saw Leo run forward but he couldn't break through the barrier. Faster than lightning, Hakyeon's lips were on yours and you were terrified. You tried to pushed against him but you were trapped. You saw a bright light and opened your eyes while still struggling. The light was coming from Hakyeon. You could hear Leo pounding on the glass-like barrier. He was screaming at Hakyeon to release you.

Finally, Hakyeon released you and you almost fell to the floor. Hakyeon kept his hands on your arms to steady you. The barrier lifted and Leo launched himself at Hakyeon. Leo's black smoke trailed behind him as he pinned Hakyeon against the wall by his throat.

"This time, I WILL kill you!"

"Leo, wait." Ravi appeared next to Leo and put his hand on his shoulder. You could barely see Leo shaking with rage but you were having problems of your own.

"Why the hell would I wait? You saw what he was doing! I'm going to kill him!"

"You don't have to.....he's already dead."

"What?" Leo backed away slightly from Hakyeon but he was still upright.

"I...gave....her my.....soul." Hakyeon managed to get out the words between coughing.

"Leo.....," was all you managed to get out before you fell to the floor. Thankfully, you didn't lose consciousness. Leo was by your side in an instant.

"Y/N?"

"I feel weird."

Another set of feet appeared next to you and you slowly looked up to find Hakyeon kneeling next to you. You gasped when you saw his eyes. The bright blue that all of the brothers held was gone, replaced by a dull grey.

"You will be okay, y/n. You'll feel a little weak and tired for a couple of days but then you will be back to normal."

"Hakyeon, I....." Leo had tears in his eyes and you could tell he was struggling with words.

"She deserved it, brother. Take it as my apology on behalf of our father. I'm sorry for the delivery method but there isn't another way. She can go home now."

"What? I can go home? With Leo?" You raised your head a bit from Leo's shoulder and stared at Hakyeon.

"Yes, for as long as you desire. My soul is an immortal one. I have a unique ability to give my soul to someone. I chose you."

"But that means you'll die?"

"Not necessarily. I'll just hang out down here for a while. My soul will manifest itself again. At that point, I will be able to leave."

"How long does that take?"

"About 200 years."

"Oh, Hakyeon, no, that's too long!" You were in shock. He was going to spend 200 years down in Hell until his soul grew back.

"It's alright. Time will fly by. Although, if I may request a favor, take Sibena with you. She'll hate it down here. I think she'll like the forest. She never had much time to run and play while she was with me. She's not a normal lynx. She is linked to my soul. She will live as long as my soul does. She will protect you if you'll allow it."

"Of course, Hakyeon." You tried to smile at him but you were so tired.

"Ravi, will this really work?" Leo looked to his brother.

"Yes, of course. She has a soul now, I can see it. It will take a few moments before it's fully complete. Once it's complete, the soul will go to her body."

Hakyeon sat down on the floor, seemingly exhausted. Ken stepped around Ravi and put his hand on Hakyeon's shoulder. Almost instantly, Hakyeon took a deep breath and he sat up straighter. He smiled up at Ken and nodded.

"Thank you, brother."

You looked at Hakyeon with tears clouding you vision. "Thank you, Hakyeon."

"You are very welcome."

All of a sudden, you disappeared.

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Giving Him Control Pt. 10

A/N: The contract between a Dom and a Sub can be vital to prevent any misunderstandings or complications in the relationship. It can be negotiable, and can include whatever is agreed upon between both parties.

Characters: Ravi x Reader

Warnings: maybe fluff?, angst

Word Count: 2486

Please remember, this is NSFW. There is the Dom/Sub aspect of the characters, so if that is a trigger, please proceed at your own discretion.

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“Hello Miss Y/N, Welcome to Shangpree Spa. Please follow me.” a young woman greeted you with a bright smile.

You followed her to a private dressing room. She handed you an ornate silk robe. Telling you to get undressed and take a warm shower, she left with a deep bow. You undressed, placing your clothes on the provided hangers. The shower was wonderful. Multiple shower heads rotated and fanned up and down. You were immersed in a perfect aqua massage. There were sea salt scrubs and a new handled loofah with your name on it. Applying the salts to your skin, you scrubbed yourself til you were red, the hot water spraying you clean. After drying off and wrapping your hair in a provided towel, you slipped into the robe.

As soon as you tied the belt, another young lady came to retrieve you. You walked through a beautifully decorated hall, various artwork from throughout the centuries hanging on the walls. You were led into a dimly lit room, candles and flowers set among the small waterfall. The soothing sound of falling water mixed with the aroma of orchids, hibiscus, and cherry blossoms calmed you. The young woman guided you to lie down on a thickly padded table. It had been spritzed with lavender essential oils, relaxing you. As you laid on the table, the masseuse rubbed you down with oils, massaging every muscle. You fell asleep as each fiber of your being released their tension. You were awakened by a soft voice calling your name.

“Miss Y/N, your time is finished. We need to get you to the next session.” 

You opened heavy lids, momentarily forgetting where you were. Sitting up, she placed the robe on you, even tying the belt. Helping you to your feet, she led you back down another hallway, to a seperate room. There was a large tub in the middle of the room, surrounded by stone towers. Removing your robe, she guided you into the steaming tub. Flower petals swirled around you, scenting the water lightly. After soaking for a while, another lady came it and greeted you. Setting herself on the edge of the tub, she took a scoop of sea salt scrub, and began exfoliating your skin. When she completed her treatment, you skin glowed brightly. Next was your waxing session. When he said well manicured, you didn’t think he meant everywhere. Sure you kept yourself groomed, but you had never had a Brazilian wax treatment. Everywhere, except your head it seemed, that had hair was waxed. Off to get your hair washed and styled. By the time you had done every session imaginable, your ride was there to pick you up. He held the door, assisting you in. The ride was silent, only music drifting in through the back speakers. You were relaxed and refreshed by the time you arrived at Ravi’s place. Looking at your watch, you figured you had been gone for over four hours. You still hadn’t heard from him, letting you know when he would be coming home. You busied yourself fixing a quick bite to eat, even though you had a feast at the spa. Just as you sat down to eat, your phone buzzed. Picking it up, you read the message from Ravi.

Ravi/Wonsik

Heading home. Be there in about 30 minutes. 

Snifter of Yamazaki on ice, waiting by the bed.

Y/N

Where may I find the Yamazaki?

Oh, and the snifters?

Ravi/Wonsik

In my study

Behind the double doors

See you soon

Y/N

See you soon

Drive safe

You quickly ate your snack, then headed to get his drink ready. Just as you set it on the nightstand, you heard the front door open. Looking down at your clothes, you realized you were still in the outfit from earlier. Stripping down, you headed to the closet, searching for the attire he had chosen for tonight. Taking the silver dress from its hanger, you heard him enter the room. Quickly stepping into the dress, you stepped out from behind the door.

“Hello, how was your day?” you greeted him with a smile.

“It was good, and how-” his voice trailed off as you looked at you.

The dress was hanging loosely from your shoulders, unzipped in the back. Your skin was still aglow, your hair set in a high bun. Your marks had all been hidden from the makeup they applied. You were stunning in his eyes, a deliciously inviting temptation. He licked his lips, bringing the lower one between his teeth. You felt your chest flush as he kept staring at you.

“Do you mind, please?” you asked as you turned your back to him.

My day was wonderful by the way. Thank you for everything, I have never been treated to such wondrous treatments.”

He ran the zipper up your back, his fingers brushing lightly across your spine. Goosebumps rose on your arms, your body shivering. He ran his hands down your arms, lingering at your wrists.

“You look delectable, Y/N. Too bad we have a dinner to attend, or else I would just keep your holed up in here tonight”. he kissed your neck, taking care not to leave any marks.

“Yes, too bad indeed. Maybe if I am good for you at dinner, we could have dessert here?” you cooed in his ear.

He gave a quick squeeze to your ass, growling under his breath. He had not been teased in a long time, the lapse making him forget how much he like it. Resisting any temptations, he headed for the bathroom to freshen up. You stood in the doorway, watching him shave. He was a specimen to behold, the inked skin scattered across his upper body was a tantalizing contrast to his soft and smooth caramel colored skin. His silver-blonde hair a stark contrast to the dark flesh at the nape of his neck. Muscles that are stretched tight as he leans over the counter. His waist tapered seamlessly into his hips. Long lean legs seemed to stretch for miles up to those same strong hips. 

Strong legs that supported your body, strong hips that thrust him deep inside of you, arms that could hold you up. You could hear him calling out your name, a triton’s song in your ears.

“Y/N? Have you heard a word I’ve said?” he snapped his fingers.

You blinked rapidly, looking at his reflection in the mirror. He tilted his head, looking at you with concern. You half smiled in response, your heartbeat trying to return to normal.

“What? Oh, s-sorry. I’m just so relaxed after today, I think I was drifting off. Don’t worry, I will be more alert at the dinner.” 

Stepping out of the bathroom, Ravi stopped to kiss your head. You were beginning to think this was his way of showing affection. You were also beginning to think you liked it. Giving him a quick grin, you helped him get ready. His suit matched your evening dress, exactly, his tie matching your jewelry in color. Once you were both ready, he walked you down the stairs and out the front door, assisting you into the waiting limousine. 

The dinner engagement was being hosted at the Lotte Hotel World Venue. The guest list consisted of multiple business owners, artists, and music companies from Seoul. Ravi introduced you to several of the guest, introducing you as his childhood friend that was in to visit. You tried your best to remember every name, every place of business, and whose-who of the elite in Seoul. Ravi stayed by your side, never leaving you alone for more than a minute. You were shy and quiet, something he noticed. When you were seated for the dinner, he sat next to you. Placing a hand on your thigh, he gave a firm squeeze. Not one of those comforting ‘I’m here for you’ squeezes, but a warning one.

“Wonsik, tell us how you and Y/N, met.” one of the couples at the table asked.

“Wonsik and I were in Primary class together, we grew up as neighbors until Uni. I try to come and visit both families twice a year.” you replied before he had a chance to speak.

“Well, you two must have been very close, you would have made a perfect couple.” a woman spoke up.

“We were, but as you, know life gets in the way, and paths wax and wane. Wonsik and I are just happy that we have been able to keep our friendship as strong as it is.” you were getting better at lying, you thought to yourself.

Before Ravi could add anything, food was served. You enjoyed small talk while you ate, Ravi carrying on his own private conversations with the men at the table. You were finishing up the main course when you sensed him tensing up beside you. A man was leaned over towards Ravi, whispering something in his ear and looking in your direction.

“Since she is available, how about you let me have a chance to hook up with her? She is too pretty to go to waste tonight.” the man said, smiling at you.

“Sorry, but she is with me, and besides she is already taken.” Ravi returned, his tone angry.

“Aww, come on Wonsik, what happens in Seoul stays in Seoul, right.” trying to convince Ravi.

“I said she isn’t available. If I catch you laying a single finger on her, you just might lose that finger.” a low growl rising from his chest.

You turned towards Ravi, placing your hand on his knee under the table.

“Wonsik, I need to be excused for a moment. Do you mind?” remembering to ask him before you did something.

“Yes, sure go ahead. Hurry back, you don’t want to miss dessert.” he nodded to you.

Leaving the table,you made your way to the back doors of the venue, stopping to eye Ravi. You attempted to get his attention, make a bit more noise than required to open the door. When he finally looked up, you motioned for him to join you.

“If you will all please excuse me, I shall be right back.”

He weaved his way through the maze of tables, greeting friends as he passed them by. He was in a hurry to get to you, not knowing why you beckoned him. Looking around the back hall, he found you, standing by the exit.

“What was that all about? I saw you getting upset. What did he say?”

“He asked if he could take you out tonight after dinner.” his face was turning red at the thought of it.

“And?”

“And what? You said no giving you to someone else, hard limit. Besides I don’t want to share you.” his hand grabbing your waist possessively.

You startled at the movement, eyes wide. You were afraid someone would see you and wonder, especially since you were introduced as a friend.

“I don’t feel comfortable around him knowing that.” you said, fear a little evident in your tone.

“Don’t worry, you came here with me and you’re leaving with me. But, if he tries to make a move on you, let me know. I’ll handle him.”

“There will be no violence tonight, okay? You are still having to deal with the bar incident.”

“I know. I know” he nodded in defeat.

Heading back to the table, you sat down to dessert. Creme Brulee with a glass of heated Amaretto. It tasted devine, melting in your mouth. The heated liquor warms you from the inside, making you feel a bit heady. You can feel yourself getting tipsy with each glass you drink. By the time dessert was done, you had downed four glasses. Looking in your direction, Ravi noticed your head slightly swaying.

“We had better mingle a bit more, thank you all for sharing dinner with us. Hopefully I will see you all again. Oh, and Mr. Choi, thank you for your interest in the restaurant I plan on opening. I will call to schedule a meeting with you to discuss investments.”

With that said, Ravi offered you his hand, helping you stand. Thankfully you were still steady on your feet, with his help. He placed your hand on his forearm, guiding you through the crowd to talk with other potential investors. After an hour more of standing in heels and drinking a few more glasses of wine, it was time to leave.

You were thankful, seeing as you had began to stumble a tad when you tried to keep up with his pace. He was walking quickly, and you got the message clearly. He was upset, at either you being a bit drunk or the man at the table. Probably both, you figured.

“Y/N, you are going to have to learn to either hold your alcohol, or not drink when we go out.” low rumbling voice emanating from his chest.

“Sorry Wonsik, I was nervous and I just got ahead of myself. It won’t happen again.” your own voice softer and trembling.

“It had better not, at least we left before you got too bad.” he eyed you with a glare.

His tone and his look made you swallow hard, a lump re-forming immediately. You had seen him angry before, and didn’t want to see it again.

“I’m sorry Wonsik, I promise it won’t happen again.”

“We’re gone, so call me Ravi.”

“Yes sir.”

Fuck! It slipped your tongue before you even knew what you were saying. He whipped his head around, stopping mid step to stare at you.

“What did you just say?”

Your mouth went dry, your body swaying from the alcohol. You did it this time, you went a step too far.

“Sir” you whispered under your breath.

“Damn it Y/N, I am not your master! Now get in the fucking car.” he was near screaming.

You crawled into the back seat of the limousine, him coming to sit beside you. Due to fear, you huddled close to the window, not daring to look at him. He stayed silent the entire trip home, not even glancing your way once. When the driver pulled up to his front door, you were out before Ravi even had his hand on the release. You were already half-running, half-stumbling up the steps when he grabbed your arm, making you fall forward into the stairs. You went straight down, hitting your head on the top step. You felt something warm running down your forehead and him calling your name. That was the last thing you remembered.

He froze when he saw you going forward. Glued in his spot, he watched as your head hit the step, an audible thud heard. When you didn’t move, he was able to free himself from his trance and run to you.

“Y/N!” he screamed out.

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The Greatest Nightmare

Pairing: None.

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1K

Summary: Who ever thought that a nightmare can be that nice that you would make you wait all day just to go back to bed again and look forward to have it again? Sounds insane, am I right? She left Ravi, and he is alone and broken, wanting to have her in his arms again and his only way to have her again is to have a nightmare about her starting everything from the beginning with him all over again

Based On The Song & MV: Eternity

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Have you ever felt good when you are having a nightmare?

Have you ever wanted to go back to sleep to continue that nightmare?

No?

Because I have, and not once or not twice;

Everyday.

Does it seems weird to you?

Does it seems unreal to you?

Please, let me explain myself.

Nightmares.

That’s all I’ve been having lately.

But unlike other people, I like it.

Every day I am looking forward to go back to sleep just to see her looking at me at the way she used to.

How her eyes shined when she saw me coming back home from work, opening my arms to get a hug from her as she running, wrapping her arms around me tightly and placing her head against my chest, so happy and excited.

Slowly, both of us moving to sit on our sofa.

I miss how my arms were wrapped around her, wanting her to hear my heart beat beating just for her.

We used to go out very often as well.

Walking outside, hand in hand, sharing smiles and appreciating the beautiful moments we used to share. I loved to see her getting excited over the smallest little things and how her eyes lighted up. Every single person that saw us immediately smiled.

Every time she had a time off work, I used to wake up early to make her breakfast to bed and she used to do the same for me.

Let’s say we had that kind of relationship that people always dreaming about.

We were happy and in love.

But suddenly, as days passed by, her mood and expressions started to change.

I was talking to her but a short response came out of her mouth and my face went blank.

I want to kiss her lips, but I felt her cheek instead, thinking she may be teasing but I still haven’t got that kiss I’ve been asking for until now. I wanted a hug but got refused.

But I ignored it, maybe I’m imagining it.

I love every single thing about her and I accept her exactly the way she is.

I was sure we are gonna be together forever.

But then..

It all was gone.

Everything shattered.

She found someone better.

Someone whom she can share better memories with.

Someone who can give her more than I could ever had.

It feels like she didn’t even cared about my beating heart; she just stepped on it and moved on.

I am standing in the empty room by myself.

Looking at the sofa we used to sit on and have all of our conversation; deepest, happiest, saddest, and the most romantic ones.

I looked at the CDs of the slow music we used to dance to and share our admiration for each other.

Right now, at this moment, all I want to do is to scream...

But I didn’t.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

I went to the sofa.

I set down and closed my eyes.

A vision of her came up in my mind and I can swear I felt her next to me. I slowly wrapped my arm around her just like before while my eyes are still closed.

In my mind, she is here, I can feel the tips of her hair touching my arms as she turns her head to look at me and I can hear her laugh filling up the empty room.

I believe she is here.

I got up from the sofa and asked for her hand.

She placed her hand in my hand gently as we moved slowly to the small dance floor we had.

I wrapped my right arm around her waist while her left arm is on my shoulder.

With my left hand, I slowly took her right hand and held it. I moved with her slowly to the sound of the slow rhythm; Sharing smiles and embarrassment but yet, so much love.

My eyes looking at her hand that I’m holding, slowly moving to look into her eyes.

Admiring every single detail about her;

Her shiny eyes that looked back at me, her adorable nose and her soft and kissable lips.

I am in love with her.

The music stopped as we slowly moved into the sofa once again.

I wrapped my arm around her shoulder again as she’s looking at me, and I started leaning closer and closer to her face,my second hand caressing her cheek gently, wanting to look at her, wanting to kiss her.

I finally opened my eyes.

She’s not here.

She’s gone.

And I can’t move.

Only my eyes are wandering around the room.

“Maybe she’s hiding” my mind started playing tricks on me.

Not even 10 second passed and I cover my face and started crying.

I let all my stress out, wanting it to be a night again.

I want to see her again.

I want to feel her again.

I want her to be mine again.

She will never feel the way I felt at the moment she left. I hate to look at the clock and see that stupid number of the time she left.

6:20 ; is the time the magic ended.

I remember her turning away and I immediately took a grip on her arm, not letting her go. She looked at me and her eyes were on fire. She refused the grip of my hand and didn’t wanted to hear me as she stepped out of the door and never turned back.

I wake up every day in that exact hour as if she’s calling me back to her.

But she doesn’t and she never will.

All I want to do right now is close my eyes and have a nightmare. Many nightmares.

More nightmares of her dancing with me in our small dance floor with the slow music at the background. More nightmare of us sitting on our sofa that was waiting for us.

I want to live in my nightmare, and never wake up ever again.

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VIXX PARALLEL Collaboration Masterlist

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ON THREE, QUIETLY II Cha Hakyeon II Intro

On Three, Quietly // Cha Hakyeon // Intro

VIXX: N

Pairing : N x Reader

Genre : Fluff, Angst, Humor, Romance

Words :  1,600+

Summary : Trouble comes and goes for every idol. At times its best to combat it with a well minded publicist. VIXX though, hate their new publicists. She’s bossy, nosey, and seems to care more about her paycheck than them. Her only goal is to prove them wrong. Their goal is for Hakyeon to seduce her into leaving.

(A/N)This story is another huge ass thank you to all of my followers.

It seemed ridiculous to sit at a table that sat 30 people but currently only had 3 surrounding it. It seemed that its current use was to flaught status. Rather than use a smaller meeting room, this large one had been chosen to impress, and yet, you only found it odd.

What’s the point of using such a large table if it’s not even a quarter full?

It’s silly, that’s what it is.

Is it supposed to be an intimidation tactic?

Oh look at us we’re so important that we have a big table for big meetings.

Does it make you feel tiny?

No, it doesn’t.

It’s stupid and I hate it.

Turning your gaze to the two men opposite you, a smirk easily played across Hwang Se Jun’s, Ceo of Jellyfish Entertainment, older face. An opposing grimace hardened the face of the current manager for VIXX. It seemed one thought he’d caught you while the other was assuming the worst.

One was correct to look as he had. The other was a fool in your eyes. One who thought he was in charge of the situation and one who knew the score.

Leaning forward you rested your arms on the aforementioned stupidly large table and asked, “So tell me, if I leave my current position as Ji Chang Wook’s publicist, you’ll match the pay at what increase?”

“I’ll double it,” Hwang Se Jun responded, still looking lazily satisfied with himself. 

Your jaw nearly dropped. “You’ll double it? That can’t ever mean anything good. How terrible are these boys? How much work and exhaustion is this going to cost me?”

Veins stood out against the managers neck. He looked as if he was going to pass out from keeping silent.

I wonder how much trouble he’ll get into for speaking his mind to me.

He seems like he has so much to say.

Or maybe he doesn’t like me.

What was his name again?

He’s lasted this long with VIXX, he must be a decent manager.

Maybe I could hire him out from Jellyfish Entertainment.

“They’re not terrible boys. Their hardworking and passionate. They just happen to be a bit of trouble makers,” Hwang Se Jun stated calmly. “They’ve gotten into a bit of trouble lately due to some...behavior. They just need a little pick me up.”

You sighed, knowing the full truth wasn’t being told. “A little pick me up? If you want a little pick me up, hire someone else. I reverse images quickly and efficiently. If you want someone who will make the boys look good for 5 minutes, I’m not who you want to hire. I solve scandals. I don’t do pick me ups.”  

“Rumors are going around that Leo attacked someone and that Ravi has a pregnant girlfriend,” the manager squeaked out. Hwang Se Jun’s glare landed on him, causing the man to shrink in his seat.

Hwang Se Jun let out a nervous chuckle for the first time not looking fully full of himself. “That makes it seems so bad. I promise it’s not.”

Your eyebrow went up slightly. “And what’s the truth?” “Despite Ravi’s image, he’s terrified of women. He states that she is a girl he went to school with and that they are only untrue allegations,” he stated slowly, as if exhausted from explaining the same thing over again to another interested party.

That doesn’t make sense.

Those kinds of rumors aren’t usually started unless something instigated it.

Whether it’s true or not, it has to be prompted by something.

“And you believe this?” Your question was directed at the CEO, but your sight strayed to the manager.

“I don’t distrust my artists.” His words were steady and, the heavy cadence alluding to his confidence in his artists. But the way the manager’s gaze flitted to the ground, told you that the CEO should have had reason to worry.

You nodded, accepting his statement. “And the other one? The charges of violence?”

“Those...are slightly true. Leo has a very soft heart when it comes to animals and doesn’t shy away from defending them. He witnessed some abuse and may have lost his temper.” His fingers ticked against the table. An odd habit for one seemingly as controlled as he was portraying himself to be within the conversation.

Your heart did a little flip and you repressed an aww.

I this is not the time to sigh and flutter at the behaviors of others.

You gotta stay profesional.

Pro. Fes. Ion. Al.

Profesional.

Get it.

Live it.

No getting sweetsie for a boy with a soft heart.

While you were interested in the position, you weren’t quick to jump on it. Your features were schooled so as not to reveal anything to either men. “I enjoy working for Mr. Ji. Your offer isn’t really tempting enough to leave that position.”

Sweeten the pot and I’ll take the job.

I’m not working with 6 rambunctious boys unless you really make it worth my time.

“He’s currently serving his military enlistment, how much work are you actually doing right now for him?”

Almost none actually.

Ji Chang Wook has always been a good boy but that doesn’t mean I’ll willing give him up.

Sweeten the pot Mr. Ceo.

We both know I’m worth it.

“I work closely with my own team. If I were to work with you...you’d be required to purge everyone currently with VIXX. Would you be okay with that?” And that was your trump card. That card that would show you whether they were serious about wanting you or not.

The managers face flushed, looking frightened at the prospect of losing his job to the person he was currently interviewing.

“I have my own manager, stylists, coordinators. My people will handle everything that involves their image. You will still have freedom to employ whoever you wish when it comes down to the creative process. But every single event or promotion, will be handled by my people.”

“That’s fine,” He then turned to the manager, “You still have a job, but for the time being I think it best if we moved you to another group.”

“Sir!”

Hook, line, sinker.

This will be my biggest pay out.

You leaned back into your seat, relaxed and at ease. “Triple my current pay. And I’ll be more than happy to have my team work with you. I normally only work with 1 idol, as such I expect to be compensated if I am to care for the image of 6 people. I’ll need to add a few people to my team so as to handle the added number of artists.”

Hwang Se Jun stood and offered his hand. “I believe we have a deal.”

***

A new team?

Why the hell did they need a new team?

Hakyeon’s face flushed with heat, from anger, exasperation, or both. He wasn’t sure.

“What’s wrong with the people we have now?” Hyuk asked hotly, glaring at the publicist being introduced to them.

He hated her. They all seemed to hate her. With her stupid friendly smile and stiff back. He could see that deep down, she was going to be ice.

Who is she, to step into our world, and demand that we follow her rules?

She doesn’t understand anything.

And she wants to pretend she does?

We’re fine.

We don’t need her.  

Hwang Se Jun sighed, as if exhausted by the long discussion he’d been forced into. “She comes with her own team.”

“We don’t want to work with her team.” Jaehwan nearly growled arms folded across his chest and angry expression stapled to his face.

The tick above Hwang Se Jun’s temple seemed to be getting worse, obviously growing annoyed. “You should have considered that before you ruined your image.”

Wonshik shoved himself from his spot on the couch, strong form standing tall and demandingly. The bitch took a step back looking uncomfortable with Wonshiks aggression.  “We didn’t ruin our image. Things happened. So why should our people be punished for it?”

“Your people aren’t being punished. They still work for the label. They are still getting paid the same paycheck. They just aren’t babying you anymore.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Miss (Y/L/N) is an amazing publicist. She can turn any image around. Allow her to do her job.”

“We don’t have an image problem,” Wonshik continued to argue.

Hakyeon reached toward the younger man, guiding him back into his seat.

She, the demon, finally stepped forward and began with, “I’m excited about this partnership. I assure you that my team is very competent and works very hard to accomplish our goals. Please allow them to take care of you.”

With a final fake smile and a half bow, she turned and exited the room with Hwang Se Jun. Leaving Hakyeon and his members behind.

Hongbin’s gaze shot towards him. “Why didn’t you say anything,” He hissed.

He leaned back in his seat, head tilted back and hand reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose, hoping it would relieve some tension. “I don’t know what I‘m supposed to say. He’s already made his decision.”

“You’re supposed to get rid of her.” Taekwoon interjected quietly from his corner.

He pointed an accusatory finger towards him. “This is partly your fault. If you had kept your hands to yourself.”

Taekwoon’s face turned red, a color that often frequented his shy features. “And would you have done any differently?”

No. None of us would have done any differently.

“Who is she to think she can boss us around,” Wonshik standing up and beginning to pace the room.

“She’s no one,” he answered.

And they would treat her as such.

[onelifeonelove-moana]

My first scribbling, which turned to be my own story and years later that became a part of my life..Never believed in miracle but it happened!

JOURNEY FOR LIFE TIME

It was a rainy day, when I board my train from Chennai to my native Bangalore for a vacation after a long time. Spending time with my family is the best part of my life and being with my little sister who is so attached to me, makes me more Happy. Though she is grown up now and pursuing her 1st year of College But still she is kiddo for me. Our bond was like thick and thin. Since it was raining heavily and station seems to be messy all over. Finally I found my coach A2-42 yeah it’s an AC coach since it was a last minute booking all the tickets in second class was full and my dad booked in first class which I hate to travel. People here seem that they are wealthy than others and show up their attitude problem and more over this coach will be in pin drop silent. Always I would prefer the non ac with breeze atmosphere. Keeping these thoughts in    mind ,finally arranged my luggage as they were too heavy to be placed thou the things in my bag is not mine and those were for my sister who sent me a big list to be bought for her. The train started, I pushed away the curtains aside and sat near the window to enjoy the rain that showers on the glass slowly like a dew drop on a flower. As it goes by, I started reading the magazine which I bought in the station, to make myself not to be bored. Suddenly my phone beeps “new message from adithi “. Every time I see my sister name in text I start smiling because she sends me the funniest text that will burst me into laugh. So with the same expectation I opened the text but this time it was a different and shocking thou."Adithi: guess you’re in train. Just listen and don’t react too much to what I say now. Dad and Mom have seen a girl for you and they wanted you to meet their family in this visit. So be prepared for the surprise. And don’t dream too much. happy journey. See you tomorrow. Cya” As train started moving I lost my network signal and was not able to reply her back. But I was still in shock moreover a mixed emotion surprised, imagining, happy that I'm going to meet someone new, expecting how she will be. Running these things in mind I started smiling. And the train stopped in next station with a jerk. With the same smiling face I lifted up and saw the window “a spark” a girl crossed me in blue attire and I went nearby to the glass window to check whether whom she was. But I missed to see her as the train started off. From my College days I use to admire pretty girls and it became a habit. And most of my friends were into love so they will be asking me to fall for one so that I can enjoy my love life as well. I'm not a person who is against love; I admire relationship as I use to love my parents bond a lot. They are the best couple I have ever seen they fight, they tease they do all the things together But their unconditional love is still lasting forever. I was waiting for a girl who will be just like them. Sudden thought struck my mind “will the girl whom my parents saw will be like this or totally opposite? “ I just nodded my head to myself in confusion. A sound from behind, a girls voice on phone “yeah mom I'm in train yeah had my dinner.  Hope you and dad had. Going to be seated (she sat and gave me smile of hi). Don't worry about me mom tomorrow I will be there before you to trouble you again. (She giggled). Love you too mom... Bubye” She didn't notice me as I was watching her for a long time as she was busy keeping her things in perfect manner. Yeah it’s the same spark that came again; the same girl whom I missed to see a few minutes back is just opposite to me. “God is really great u know “my mind speaks. To no doubt she is the prettiest girl I have ever seen. She was looking beautiful in her blue tees with denim jean, with long wet hair that was dancing here and there, and was about to kiss her cheeks. She was not fair but her honey brown complexion made me stare at her beauty. What a girl she is? I was kept on admiring her and went off to dreams. Sudden voice “hi adithiya”. To pleasant surprise it was her voice But How come she knows my name. With a shocking expression I greeted her back. She saw my confused face and started smiling. “Hey adi chill don’t confuse too much. I just saw your name next to mine while checking in the list. And that's how I came to know”. Oh finally I was relaxed from the confusion state and loved the way she called me “adi”. I got over excited and gave my hand forward to introduce myself formally this is Adithiya Ravi and you? In return she shook back with a smile and said “Amrita”. So our conversation started off by then!

Am: so going to Bangalore or?

Ad: yeah to Bangalore my family stays there and I work here, as a developer in oracle. (adithiya don’t give too much information first make her comfortable then you can say your stories so I just finished off with a smile ).

Am: hey that's cool so you’re into software field quite opposite to mine. I'm heading to Bangalore as well. My native place with a huge family who stays there (she smiles). I'm working in a private concern as an asset creative head for daily news paper. You know what the best part in my life is my job. I just enjoy each and every day (ad: omg she talks more than me a chatterbox? Na na a cute little girl " she was keep on describing about her work thou I was not listening I was just admiring her reactions). Oops am I boring you sorry I'm like this it’s very difficult to close my mouth once it’s opened. So tell me going for vacation adi?

Ad: (Uffff again she calls me adi, girl don’t make me fall for you)

Am: helloooo dreamer?

Ad: sorry what did u ask?

Am: are you going for vacation?

Ad: (should I need to say about my girl whom my parents saw? No no no ways I don’t want to say this is at first) Ohhh yea!!

Am: great!! It's fun na meeting our family members after a long time.

Ad: you’re true it’s adorable.

Am: alright adi it’s getting late I will catch up with some sleep. Have to get up early na. Cya morning! Happy night dreamer (she smiles).

Ad: (What??? so soon we end up our conversation? God this is not fair) alright amrita sleep well. Good night.

 “She slept off in another half an hour. I was still awake thinking about her and admiring. It was a small conversation but the most memorable one. (Wish she should be the girl whom my parents saw) a thought in my mind and I slept with a smile. Next day we got up with a morning wish and got from train. She said it was nice talking to you adi and bid bye. It was the last time I saw that smiling face. I moved from the station and came out where my dad was waiting.

Dad: hi adithiya how was your journey?

Ad: (journey for life time dad I met my dream girl and missed her in the same journey). Yea dad it was good.

Dad: get in adithiya. We have to reach home early. Noon we are going to a restaurant to meet my friends family.

Ad: (me and dad are moreover like Good friends) what for dad? I asked as if I don’t know.

Dad: adithi didn't tell you about this? We saw a girl for you.

Ad: (thought I would try to find amrita somehow because her thoughts were still disturbing me) yea she said But not today.

Dad: sorry son it’s all prepared and we are going.

We reached home had chit chat with all and her thought in mind. My sister was busy seeing her gifts I bought her and mom in getting ready for restaurant. None was there to share and I felt disturbed. So I slept for some time.

Mom: get ready adithiya it’s getting late.

Finally we all were ready to go and we reached the place. Best restaurant in Bangalore. We booked one private small open space for both the families. As I entered, I heard a loud girls voice she was narrating some story but quite familiar voice. I was thinking about that and sat in one corner. Both the families greeted and sat down by then. All of sudden a girl came in with pink Saree. She was stunning in Saree than I saw her the previous night. Yea it was amrita whom I met on the train. I busted in happiness and tears were like moist in my eyes. I couldn't believe it myself. She gave me the same cute smile and came closer to me. As others were in silents. She stood before me and to my surprise she bend down on her knees with a ring popping out of her fingers.

 “Adiii

Let Rain being the witness

As it pours down upon us,

I confess my love to thee,

Will you accept my love?

And Me?”

I couldn't control my tears and it started rolling down.

Am: adii accept me soon na my knees are paining, later you have carry me wherever I go (she giggles).

I lifted her up an accepted her and our love. Gave a kiss on her forehead. All started laughing and smiles all over. They left us alone after d event. She sat next to me holding my hand and said adi "our journey became a lifetime ".

And the Miracle that happened in my life...

I met my husband through matrimonial site and it just happened. We started liking each other even before seeing nor our families know about this. We never know when we even formally proposed nor said I LOVE YOU until we started talking 24/7. We were in  distance relationship. After a month of knowing each other, he just flew to my place to hold my hands and say to the world that she is my girl. I never knew the my husband and my dream guy in the story are working in oracle domain. And the girl I portrait-ed in the story is all about ME. This is how I wanted to fall for someone and show them my extreme love and I wanted to go down on Knee and propose my guy. But I still didn't find the right moment to do for my husband till date, this is my biggest wish in my life. 

PS: Do read my second half of the story(A Dreamy Journey That Became A Life Forever) to know the girl’s true love for him!!

[artificialqueens]

And So This is Christmas, I Hope You Had Fun (Ravjila) - Sammy Indigo

A/N: Part 2 of the Ravjila Christmas fic from a week or so ago. I do hope everyone is having a safe December, and if you’re in an area with some severe weather, be careful. 

And thank you for all the kind words you have been giving me this month. I read them all. All the love xxx

Latrice hadn’t bothered to chastise the three of them on Christmas morning, when she knocked on Manila and Raven’s bedroom door at eight am and opened it to both girls, plus Raja, all cuddled together in Raven’s single bed. Usually when she caught all three of them in the same room after an impromptu sleepover, she gave them a brief lecture about getting to bed early and the safety of knowing where each of them were through the night. However, this Christmas morning, the woman had wished them “Merry Christmas, Babies”, and told them to be downstairs in ten minutes for breakfast.

By the time Manila had managed to drag the other two out of bed, Willam and Danny were already throwing balled up pieces of wrapping paper at each other from across the long dining room table. A particularly aggressive throw from Danny, and a strategic duck from Willam resulted in the wadded up paper hitting Tatiana in the back of the head. She whipped around with a pout and a frown on her face.

“Hey!” She shouted. “Stop it.”

“Sorry!” Danny laughed. “Sorry, Tati.”

Tatiana glared at him. “That’s twice you’ve hit me, now.”

“Then move outta the way.” Willam teased.

Raven smacked him over the head as she walked past to Tatiana. She made an effort to soften the blow slightly. It was Christmas, after all.

“Happy Christmas, kid.” Raven said, hugging Tatiana. “You get anything good?”

“Happy Christmas, Ravie.” Tatiana beamed, holding up a little make up set that Raven suspected was from Claire’s. “Look.” Tatiana said. She leaned into Raven’s side. “It’s got highlighter, and mascara, and even glitters!” She grinned broadly. “I asked for make up, and I got it! This is awesome. Thank you!”

Raven tugged her ponytail, fondly. “Don’t thank me, I didn’t get it for you. Thank the random stranger who feels guilty enough about their life choices to make themselves feel better by spending money on foster kids.”

“Raven.” Latrice warned. “It’s Christmas.”

“Sorry.” Raven kissed Tatiana’s cheek. “That’s so cool. I’m glad you got what you wanted.”

“Thank you.”

“Hey, Rave!” Manila called from the other side of the room.

Raven kissed Tatiana’s head and patted her shoulder, leaving her to fawn over her present. She wormed her way through the excitable kids, picking up a paper ball from the table and throwing it back to Danny. He caught it and gave her a thumbs up.

“I’d like to keep my nose intact, this year.” He said, brushing long hair out of his eyes.

“We’ll see.” Raven said with a smirk. He flipped her the bird and she laughed.

As Raven approached them, Raja handed her a cookie, and Manila held up a mug in question.

“Coffee?” She asked. “Or Latrice is doing hot chocolate?”

“Chocolate.” Raven said, taking a bite of the cookie and settling into Raja’s side. “Since it’s Christmas.”

Latrice passed her a mug from behind. “Since it’s Christmas, darling.” She said. “Mini marshmallows but no cream for Raven.” She handed a second mug to Raja. “And cream and sprinkles for my Raja.”

“How do you remember that?” Raven asked. “There’s like fifteen of us.”

“I always remember all of my babies. Don’t matter how old they are.” Latrice said. She nodded to the kids running around the rest of the room. “Don’t think you aren’t special just because you’re one of many. You,” She squeezed Raven’s shoulder. “And you two,” She put a hand on Raja’s arm and Manila’s shoulder, “are special. Are loved. Don’t matter if you leave, don’t matter if you come back, don’t matter if you grow up and forget all about me.” Latrice looked at each of them in turn. “You’re loved by me. Always.”

Manila stepped around Raven to hug Latrice. “I could never forget you. You’re unforgettable.”

“Well, thank you, baby.”

Raja beamed. “And we love you.”

“Thank you.” Raven said. She sipped her hot chocolate. “And I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” Latrice asked, baffled as she kept an arm around Manila. “You’ve only been up for twenty minutes. What could you have possibly done? Danny isn’t bleeding yet, is he?”

“No, not today.” Raven said. “I’m just sorry, in general.” She felt Raja take her hand. “I know I’m not the, um, easiest, kid to have around. I just, want to say sorry. I’m sorry I cause so many problems.”

“You don’t cause problems, Raven.”

“I do. And I know that I do.” She shrugged. “That’s why I’m here, right? Troublemaker.” She laughed at herself. “Sorry.”

Latrice shook her head. “You’re here, all of you, because of circumstances beyond your control.” She gave them a small sad smile. “If you take nothing else away from me when you leave, take this, each and every one of you is not at fault for the atrocities you have been forced to live through.”

Raven opened her mouth to argue but Latrice held up her hand.

“Nope, she said. I don’t want to hear it. You’re good kids, and if you make the correct choices you’re going to be good adults.”

Willam screamed, and they all looked over to see Danny holding some dripping slime over his face as he pinned him to the ground.

Latrice rolled her eyes. “Even those two.”

Raja giggled. “Danny’s gonna get another bloody nose this year, if he’s not careful.”

Willam kicked out, narrowly missing Danny’s face, laughing like a seal the whole time.

“Oh, Lord.” Latrice shook her head. “Listen, enjoy your day, babies, have fun, make memories.” She gave Manila a squeeze. “I gotta go break this up. Hey! Danny, you leave him. And Willam, stop acting like an ass!”

………………….

Christmas dinner in a group home wasn’t the formal affair Raven had experienced as a young child when they had spent much of the day in Church, then even more of the day visiting relatives whose names she didn’t know. In the group home, she, Raja, and Manila remained in their pyjamas all day, retreating to their room with plates piled high with buffet food, and each with a similar gift bag claiming to be ‘From Santa Claus’.

The gifts were trash, mostly, and Raven felt guilty for even thinking that when she knew somewhere a person had seen Raven’s request for ‘curling tongs’, and unable to purchase them for the provided budget of fifteen dollars, had gone with the next best thing; a set containing a hairbrush, some scrunchies, and some wired foam rollers. It wasn’t the worst gift, Raven supposed.

“Could have been worse.” Raja voiced, long legs stretched over Raven’s lap on the bed, and head resting on Manila’s shoulder. “I mean, I know I asked for jewellery making stuff, and I really meant like pliers, and hoops, and chains, but I don’t mind this.” She held up an almost completed woven bracelet and dangled it by Raven’s face. “A shit ton of embroidery floss and some beads? I can work with that.”

“Yeah.” Manila said. “I think we did good. I got a cool notebook and pens this year. Even came with some coloured pencils.”

“Better than a lunch box.” Raven smirked.  “Although I don’t know why you insist on asking for school supplies every year.”

“Everything else is too vague.” She shrugged. “Plus, I like knowing I’ll have stuff for school for a while.”

“Mm.” Raja hummed. “Only thing worse than being the foster kid is being the foster kid who has to borrow pencils from the school.”

“Hey, ‘Nila?” Raven asked. “When I’m rich I’ll buy you all the school supplies you want. Erasers coming out of your fucking ass.”

Manila kicked her. “Shut up. Just ‘cause I like to be prepared.”

“Don’t tease her.” Raja said.

“Sorry. Love you.”

Manila blushed. “Love you, too. I told you Christmas was happy.”

“Yeah, you did.” Raven crawled over the bed until she was snuggled in between Raja and Manila.

Manila cuddled around her, wrapping an arm around her tummy and settling against her chest.

Raven stroked her hair. “Do you…?” She trailed off, closing her eyes. She felt Raja’s arm press into her side. “Do…” Raven exhaled. “Doesn’t matter.”

“No, what?” Raja murmured. “Tell us.”

She took a long breath in, allowing the familiar scent of Manila’s hair settle her. “I was just thinking.” Raven said. “I’m just being stupid. Christmas, you know?”

“Getting sentimental?” 

“Not exactly.” Raven said. On feeling Raja’s fingers on her wrist, she opened her eyes.

Raja looked up at her and smiled. “For you.” She tied the finished bracelet around her wrist. “Too tight?”

“S’fine.”

Manila snuggled further into Raven’s chest. “I picked the colours.”

“I love it.” She drew her hand up to her face to inspect the intricate knots. “Thank you. Does that mean I get to pick ‘Nila’s colours?”

“Sure.” Raja said, and then smirked at Raven.

“Yellow.” they both said simultaneously, and burst into peals of laughter.

Rolling her eyes, Manila spoke. “Okay, okay. We get it, I like the colour yellow.”

Raven kissed her, still huffing out puffs of laughter. “Sorry.” She kissed her again, this time a little more reverently. “I’m sorry, ‘Nils.”

Manila waved her off. “Nah, you guys are right, I do like yellow. Reminds me of the sun.”

“You’re so cute.”

She blushed and ducked her face into Raven’s chest. “Snuggle me.” She said, muffled in Raven’s shirt.

The three of them, tired, full of food, warm, and happy, cuddled together in the tiny single bed. Raja’s long limbs encompassed the other two, and Raven pressed her lips to the back on Manila’s ear. The bass from the music downstairs was soothing rather than irritating, and even when Raven heard Willam’s obnoxious laughter in the hall, she couldn’t find it in herself to be mad.

“Life,” Raja said, “it’s not too shitty, is it?”

“Not here.” Manila answered quickly. “With you.”

“Do,” Raven began, again, “um, do you guys…?”

“Ask us.” Raja said. She rubbed circles into the warm skin under Raven’s pyjama top.

“Do you guys ever think about before?”

Neither of them even had to ask what ‘before’ was. For foster kids, or for the three of them, at least, the ‘before’ was all the same. Before someone took them away, Raven used to say. But Raja had always said before someone saved her. Raven preferred that. It was truer.

Manila squeezed Raven’s hand, fingers rubbing the woven bracelet on her wrist. “I don’t think about it as much.” She said. “I used to think about them all the time.” Of the three of them, Manila had been the oldest when she had been removed from her family. She was also the only one of them who still had both of her parents out there, alive, in the world, and knew where they were. “I thought about them, today, though.” She said, quietly. “I can’t imagine Christmas in prison is very nice.”

“They don’t deserve a nice Christmas.” Raja said.

Manila didn’t reply. Raven kissed her neck.

Raja took a long breath, calming her tone. “I take it you’ve been thinking about your family, Rave?”

“A bit.” She said. “Not much. Just…” Raven sighed. “Just wondering, I guess.”

“Yeah.”

Raven hadn’t seen her dad since she was removed from his care, her mother had never, as far as Raven was aware, been in the picture. But she had brothers and sisters, she knew she did, could remember faces and names, and yet had no way of knowing exactly how they were, where they were. She was seven the last time she had seen any of them. There could be more kids, now, for all she knew. Maybe they were being dragged around by her father to visit relatives that they didn’t know the names of. Raven shivered.

Raja cuddled her closer.

“Do you think about your mom?” Raven asked her.

“No.” Raja said, and the brutal honesty in her tone made Raven want to cry for her. “Sometimes I dream about her. But no. I don’t think about her. At least not on purpose.”

“Good.” Manila muttered. “I hate it when you have nightmares.”

“I’m not letting her ruin my future. Now when she ruined my past.” Raja paused, and then chuckled. “I sound like my therapist.”

“And mine.” Raven said.

“And mine.” Manila added.

The three of them began to laugh. Raven giggled into the back of Manila’s shirt, wiping the tears she hadn’t noticed on her cheeks into the fabric.

“I’m so fucking glad I have you both.” She said.

“Who else would have you?” Raja said and Manila kicked her. “I’m kidding.” She put a hand on Raven’s chin to pull her face to hers, kissing her gently. “Don’t you ever fucking dare leave us. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Promise.” Manila said. “Please promise, Raven.”

“I promise.” She took a shuddering breath, and then coughed to cover it. “We got each other, ‘till the end, right?”

“Right.”

“Forever.” Manila said. “However long forever is.”

Raven grinned. “Here’s to another hundred Christmases with each other.”

Raja nodded. “Happy Christmases.”

Manila beamed. “Happy Christmas.”

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

[softysuho]

Armor

A/N: it's been awhile since I've written s o-

Genre: Werewolf!AU, Series

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood/torture

Summary: Chanyeol had watched his friends find their mates, watching as their smiles became ten times brighter than before. The pairs practically swallowing their other half in front of the beta wolf. It had been 5 years since Chanyeol's 20th birthday, the only wolf in the entire pack to have not found his other half the night of the celebration. He knew she was out there, he could feel her emotions, a dull throbbing in his heart when she was sad or stressed. The flutters when she was happy. However, he never expected to find her on enemy lines.

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You silently picked at the sleeves of your oversized hoodie, head down as you listened intently to your Alpha. Ravi had been your Alpha for a little less than three years, taking the position of your father. Ravi had been your fathers beta, a good one at that. You and Ravi practically grew up together by the hip, some even thought that when he turned 20, you would end up being mates. Nope. Maybe that's why your father had given up his position to the 22 year old Ravi before his passing. You had never wanted the position anyways, stress never looked good on you and you were sure that somehow, and someway, you would fuck it up.

Ravi was good playing the Alpha role. He was strong, tall and handsome. His mate, Jane, was equally as stunning. She was a breath of fresh air for your pack, her kindness had lifted the spirits of many at the loss of your father. She had become one of your good friends, her and Ravi loved you dearly, respected and valued your opinions in meetings like these.

A new pack had moved into the next town over. One just barely larger than the one your father had kept together. To say you were nervous was an understatement. The way Ravi spoke about this pack made your stomach churn in all the wrong ways. You winced as his hand came crashing down in front of your figure, making you still and slowly meet the red eyes you had only ever seen one other time. Ravi was pissed, pissed at you for something you were unsure of.

"I expect an answer when I'm speaking to you Y/n." You let out a soft sigh, eyes wandering over to Leo who looked at you with soft eyes. "We've never had a pack move this close to us, everyone knows how bloody we make can make things for others when they step out of line. So tell me, why do you think this pack moved in?" You couldn't help but roll your eyes. Why was it a big deal? The pack could be peaceful.

"How the fuck should I know? I can't read the minds of others, dumbass." A growl ripped across the room, Ravi's knuckles turning white as he stared down at you.

"Y/n. I get we used to be best friends-"

"Used to?" You laughed, leaning back in your chair. "Used to be best friends? How about this Alpha, you can lay the fuck off. I don't know if you remember, but you're only in this position because of me. So don't you dare try and use your 'Alpha authority' on me. I don't know why the pack moved in, maybe they saw an open place and decided to take it because they needed more space." You crossed your arms, staring up at Ravi. Yeah okay. Maybe you lied about the respect and value. Maybe you lied about them caring for you anymore. But sometimes it's nicer to think of how it used to be.

Ravi inhaled sharply, stomping back up to the front of the room where drawings of the boarders were. "I'd watch that mouth of yours Y/n." He rolled his shoulders, Leo shaking his head disapprovingly at his Alpha's behavior.

"Maybe Y/n is right. Maybe their numbers increased and they needed a bigger space for their pack. They could be harmless." Leo spoke softly, his eyes never leaving yours as he spoke. Leo was a nice man, his cold appearance was always intimidating to outsiders. Maybe that's why you both seemed to be the others escape when things got rough. You had spent countless nights crying into his shoulder. Whether it be for your fathers passing or Ravi's new attitude towards you. Jane, well, she was a nice girl. She was your friend, and she did respect you. But she couldn't show you an ounce of kindness when Ravi was around. Sometimes it seemed like he blacklisted you to the pack, only keeping you here because of your fathers old position. But Leo was different. The only comfort that you have left in this pack.

"Can you stop sucking Y/n's dick for five minutes Leo." Ravi groaned, rubbing his temple. "You're not mates, so stop acting like it." Leo stood up at that, hand planting firmly on the table as he took a deep breath.

"Why don't you stop being an asshole to the girl you used to do everything with. Grow a pair and realize you miss when we would all hang out and watch movies all night. Maybe then you'll stop being a fucking prick." Kicking his chair back, Leo stomped out of the room, his back tense with anger.

"I think we should talk about the pack later, when we've all calmed down." Hyuk spoke. He was the problem solver, a good one at that. His soft hair fell over his eyes as he looked your way and then to Ravi. "The other pack can wait."

You stood from your chair slowly, bowing towards Ravi before you made your way out. "I miss when you used to smile at stupid things Ravi." You whispered as the door closed behind you.

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Chanyeol groaned loudly, whining as Jongdae pushed him out of the way in attempt to reach the house before the others. "Junmyeon gets the large room Dae!" He yelled, watching his mate run after him. 'Sinners' his wolf snickered. Junmyeon patted the giants back, pushing him towards the house.

"I'm giving you the big room on the top floor, that way you don't have to be around all the... ya know-" Chanyeol cut the Alpha off, shaking his head in annoyance.

"You're the Alpha Jun, you and Suzy deserve the room." Chanyeol shook off the males arm, beginning to walk towards the house. Knowing full well, Junmyeon was going to force him to take the room.

"Maybe the new location will be good for you!" Junmyeon called out behind him, laughing when Chanyeol flipped him the birdie.

The rest of the day was spent attempting to get settled in, but the constant dull sensation of fear and sadness kept filling his limbs. It became a normal feeling after a year, the sadness from his mate and the fear that seemed to come once the sadness settled. He had no idea what was wrong with his mate. He didn't know where she was, if she was okay. It killed to know she was out there, without him. He wanted to know what her scent is, he wanted to know how soft her hair is, he wanted to know her. He didn't want to feel just her emotions anymore, he wanted to feel her. In his embrace, in his clothes, with his mark placed in the soft spot between her shoulder and neck.

His eyes closed, trying to make the sadness diminish. He wondered if she could feel his longing, his happiness when he thought of a future with his unknown mate. He wanted her to feel something other than the normal: fear, sadness and calm.

Baekhyun had knocked softly on Chanyeol's door, mumbling something about a pack meeting before he disappeared from behind the door. His guess was that a group was going to go on a patrol tonight. Scope out the borders around the human village that some pack families moved into, as well as the giant forest that surrounded the giant pack house.

He mumbled to himself, rubbing his eyes roughly as his feet padded down the wooden steps. As the second in command, Chanyeol was never allowed to miss a meeting. His input was always needed and he had to make decisions when his Alpha couldn't decide. His blonde hair was pulled back with a thick white headband, tank top hanging loosely on his shoulders, most definitely not dressed properly for a pack meeting. Chanyeol plopped down in the chair next to Junmyeon, nodding in the direction of his 11 brothers sitting patiently around the giant table. "Well, shall we start?" Junmyeon spoke, turning towards the giant bulletin board. "The neighboring pack, Blood Rise, is no joke."

It went on for what seemed like hours, Junmyeon not only discussing how we should somewhat fear the pack, but also boarder patrol groups. And he just happened to get stuck with Sehun and Jongdae. The biggest wusses that jump at their own shadows. "You're kidding." Chanyeol rubbed his face, leaning forward on the table as the latter glared at the giant.

"Nope, deal with it Yeol." Baekhyun laughed, swinging his arm over Kyungsoo's shoulders. Pulling a sour face, Kyungsoo flicked Baekhyun's arm off before crossing his arms.

"Why am I stuck with him again? Last time I check, Baek doesn't even know how to put on his underwear correctly." Kyungsoo eyed Baekhyun before turning back to Junmyeon.

"There's no tags okay! And it was one time! Damn, you put underwear on backwards and suddenly your stupid."

"You are stupid Baek." Jongin called out, giggling to himself silently.

"Would you all shut up, Yeol, Dae and Hun, go patrol before I beat you with a wooden spoon." Junmyeon laughed, running a hand through his hair as he pointed towards the door.

"No balls!" Jongdae yelled as he dashed from the room.

[straymonbap]

could i request a friends to lovers scenario/bullet list with ravi where you're also a producer? thank you~

i’m not sure if you can call this friends to lovers but i tried my best! also am so excited that ravi is on his first solo europe tour and that i’m getting to meet and see him in less than two weeks!!! 

also this got a bit long

ravi friends to lovers!au producer!au

you had first worked with jellyfish as a company from back home in your homecountry

you had been a part of the producers who made Eternity album

the song you helped out most with had been Love, Lalala

so that had been the first time you were in contact with vixx as a group

after that you had worked with multiple other kpop groups  

soon your name was bouncing back and forth between albums and companies

jelpi were the first one to actually offer you a position

they offered you a deal to come work with them in seoul

and they promised that you’d be allowed to work with other companies too

and so you took up on that offer

in two months time you were flying across the world to seoul

jelpi had gotten you your own officetel apartment

and you even had your own studio

it was small but it was perfect for you

in just about a week you had made the studio more homey

from the start there was only a desk

a chair

a mic

computer

and the other technology to make music

but after that week there were red dimming lights

a succulent

a lava lamp

a few posters

and a couch

that was one of your fave spots

but it was difficult being the new one in the office

and if that didn’t help

the fact that you didn’t speak almost any korean

yikes

but you had started working with people already

you helped producing on roll deep with hyuna

honestly by monsta x

debut song glassbead by gfriend

turn me back by 1punch

that song was my jam

i’m a woman too by minah

just tell me by myname

and many more

but you didn’t meet a lot of the artists themselves

most often you met with their company representatives and producers

you were happy to see the songs do well

and when they were on tv promoting you’d atleast watch every performance of the song for the comeback week

but you still felt kind of lonely after three months in seoul

you had met the artists of jelpi a handful of times

but never really started hanging out with them

but that all changed

you were sat in your chair in your studio

feet propped up on the edge of the chair as your fingers worked the keyboard

you were interrupted by a knock on the door

you weren’t even sure if it had really been a knock

because the music had been so loud

but you stopped and turned around

and through the blurry glass window you could see someone standing on the other side

“come in” you yelled

carefully the door opened and none other than the rapper of vixx peeked in

“oh, hello”

you were quickly up on your feet and bowing to him

he gave you a slight bow and cleared his throat

“am i.. i.. you’re busy?” he struggled with his english

“no, i’m not busy.”

“i need help”

so with that you had followed him to his studio one floor up

somehow you understood eachother

he had tried explaining that he needed help with a track he was making

you were seated in an office chair he had hastily gotten from another room

he was playing one of his tracks that he had gotten stuck with it

leaning forward slightly in the chair you watched the track on the screen and listened to the song

there was definitely something missing

when the song ended you continued looking at the screen

ravi turned to look at you beside himself

he had known about you since a little before you came to jelpi

and since a lot of the songs you had been part of were out he hoped you’d be able to help

you shuffled your chair forward and looked at him

“may i?” you reached for the mouse and he let go of it

you smiled before going to the start of the track you bit your lip

you pulled his music board a bit closer to yourself

turning it on you tested out a few notes

finding what you were looking for you tried out a few melodies before recording snippets

ravi watched you work

your fingers were moving back and forth over the board

your hand moving your sound clips on the computer

five minutes later you hit play

the song started

in silence the two of you listened to it

the horror movie soundtrack effects (I DO NOT KNOW MUSIC ALRIGHT) you had added in the back gave the song a new feel

you hid the lower half of your face behind your sleeve covered hand

when the song ended ravi smiled and leaned back in his chair

“thank you” he said

you let out a breath

and that was how you had become a co-producer to ghost

when the album of vixx lr finally released in august you had been invited to the debut showcase

you had been on the second floor of the hall

and you had been amazed when he performed it

the song had turned out even better than what you remembered

after the evening of making ghost you and ravi had started hanging out a bit

first you two always greeted eachother in the hallways of the company

then ravi started coming by late at night to check if you were still around

which you often were

while he promoted with leo on lr you didn’t see eachother that much

and you went back to doing music alone

when they won 1st he had sent you a picture of the award

you had managed to send him ‘congrats’ in korean with some party popper emojis after some googling

and he had let out a chuckle in the car beside leo when he received your message

it was weird how you and ravi had somehow clicked

when they a few days later ended their promotions he was back at the company again

you were sitting in your studio when there was a knock on the door

“come in” you yelled

but you didn’t turn your head until you finished what you had just started changing

when you finally turned around ravi was standing by the door

“oh, hi ravi” you said and shot him a smile

“are you working?” he asked and stepped towards you

his eyes glanced curiously at your computer and you smiled

“yes. i’m almost finished”

he nodded and sat down in the two seater couch you had somehow squeezed into the room

you did some few adjustments before saving it for safety

“want to hear it?”

he nodded and you hit play

the music was done for the song

you just needed to find someone who wanted the song

and the lyrics

ravi sat quietly listening to the music and before it even got halfway he turned to you

“can i have this?”

you looked over at him with furrowed your brows

from what you knew of ravi and vixx then this was nothing that you would hear from them

“for vixx or for…?”

“for vixx” he said and you shrugged

“sure”

you also had another song for vixx that you had made

and that was how ravi had gotten heaven to vixx

and how you had given them chained up

working along with ravi became a weekly thing

up until the comeback with chained up

during their time of promotions you barely saw him

or the other members of vixx for that matter

basically you and ravi would start producing music together

sometimes you would sneak over to his studio with your laptop

sometimes he would come to yours

then at times he would be away

to japan, china, america

just around the world

but the two of you would keep contact

through kakaotalk

and your korean started improving a lot

you had started going to morning classes at a language school just a few blocks away

and you always tried your best to talk in korean with ravi

and writing for that matter

you didn’t know what to call your relationship to ravi

you would have said you were friends if it was someone else

but since he was famous you felt weird calling it friendship

you thought that he probably just saw you as a collegue

but when vixx released zelos album

and they were asked about their title ‘dynamite’ in an interview

and he said that his friend composed the song

aka you

then you felt your heart swell with happiness

that summer you worked a lot

you helped with still lonely and chuck with seventeen

ex girl with monsta x and wheein

good luck by aoa

l.i.e by exid

say yes by sistar

but mainly with gugudan’s debut song wonderland

you had once again been invited to the showcase

the girls were sooooo nice

you had actually been the main producer of the album

it had been a stressful two months until the debut

and when it was finally out you were so happy

ravi had even passed by your studio late the night of the release of gugudan’s album

with flowers to you

when he had stepped in and you saw the flowers he held out to you you couldn’t help but let out a laugh

“thank you” you said and took the flowers from him

july for you had been busy

you had once again helped out with a lot of songs

some of them were

u and me, and freaky by hyuna

love paint by nu’est

who’s that by got7

fanfare by sf9

a lot more were produced and released

but once november rolled around and vixx ended their promotions for kratos your life went back to not as busy

as vixx didn’t promote anything you and ravi were back again to working together

but ravi was busy

he was preparing his second album but no one really knew about it

you were one of the people he had told

most evenings you let him be by himself

you guessed that the album was personal to him so you didn’t want to disturb him

but ravi missed your presence

over the summer and beginning of fall the two of you had grown even closer

there had been moment when you were stuck with songs

like when working on queen for monsta x

when you just had to get away from you work for a while

and you had always ended up knocking at his studio door

he always let you in

and most times you ended up laying on his couch

while ranting to him

most times in english

he understood your worries partly

but he always listened

he would watch you ramble on with a soft smile on his lips

he always stopped everything he was doing

the worst thing that had happened was when you were producing skydive for b.a.p

he had found you crying out of frustration under your desk in your studio

you had just been so frustrated because it felt like nothing worked

and you had a deadline for that song coming up

you had just been so stressed

at first ravi had let out a laugh when he saw your legs sticking out from under the table

but when he had seen your tear streaked face he had quickly changed

“hey, what’s wrong?” he had squatted down in front of you

you had pulled the hood of your shirt down over your face

“nothing is working” you had mumbled

ravi had sat with you for a while

neither of you had said anything

“come here” he had said and taken a hold of your hand that was resting beside you

he had pulled you out from under the desk and given you a long hug

it had felt nice

comforting

then he had dried your cheeks

lowered your hood and patted your head

not much had actually been said the rest of the night but you had somehow gotten strength from him

you had ended up finishing skydive and also another song that you sent along with skydive to ts

the next day ravi had appeared the next evening with fried chicken in your studio

with your quickly improving korean you and ravi managed to actually hang out a lot

now back to him missing your company

ravi was listening to one of his tracks that he had finished

he tried to finish the lyrics

but he couldn’t concentrate

he could only think about the fact that you hadn’t come by his studio in over a week

it was already the beginning of december and you had decided that you would not go back home to visit your parents over christmas that year

instead you’d work

you were currently working on the song that would later become dreamcatcher’s chase me

you were in the middle of doing the piano intro when there was a knock on the door

“come in” you yelled out

ravi couldn’t help the small smile on his face when he heard your voice through the door

he opened the door and stepped in

glancing over your shoulder you shot him a smile before finishing on your computer and turning towards him

“hi” you said

“hi” ravi said and sat down on the armrest of your couch

“is everything coming along well?” you asked and he nodded

“feeling stressed?”

“a little bit” he admitted and you nodded

the two of you somehow ended up at a restaurant not far away from the company

over some stew and a few bottles of soju you two talked about music and producing

both of you were just a teeny tiny bit drunk when you walked back to the company

and you both fell asleep in his studio

you on his couch and him in his chair

in the morning when he woke up you had already sneaked off and he was left alone in his studio

in your slightly hangover state you had managed to actually make something decent and later the following spring it had become got7’s paradise

ravi had also made a song

and the lyrics had come to him immediately

he then sat on this song for few weeks before it was announced that he would be releasing his album r.eal1ze

you had been part of the album making with home alone

two days before his solo concerts started he had texted you

asking you to come to his studio

and so you had

you had knocked carefully on the door before entering

the second ravi had hit send on the text message he had tossed his phone away from him

he had gotten nervous and the moment you opened the door he could feel his hands almost start shaking

he had busied himself with clicking through his computer

he had everything ready already but he wanted to distract himself for a few seconds more

you sat down on his sofa

he finally turned towards you and you smiled at him

“are you nervous for you concert?” you asked and he smiled

he shook his head before sitting up a little bit in his chair

“i wanted to show you one of the songs before it’s released” he said

he clicked a little bit on his computer before the music started and his voice started talking

then what you recognised as ken’s song started singing

you tried listening to the lyrics

for 4 minutes the two of you sat in silence as the song played

the lyrics were about being in love with someone who necessarily isn’t good for you

when the song ended the two of you sat in silence for a while

you weren’t really sure how to take it

the song had already been given the okay from the company and was already deemed as finished

but the lyrics were somewhat telling

but once again you didn’t want to think too hastily

“i made it for you” ravi said silently as he turned towards you

his gaze was on a point beside you on the couch

you looked up at him

was this a type of confession?

“what?” you asked silently

he leaned back in his chair and ran a hand over his face

“i made this song for you. it’s my confession song to you” he said and you could now see how nervous he was

you sat silent for a while again

now staring down at the floor

ravi felt how his nervousness just increased

to not have to look at your direction he turned back towards his computer

“can you play it again?” you asked and he nodded silently before hitting play again

you listened even more intently to the song

ravi was staring at his screen intently

maybe his idea had been stupid

you probably didn’t like him the same way

and now you’d probably never come back to his stu-

his thoughts were interrupted when he felt your arms wrap around his neck from behind in a hug

you had gotten up and sneaked up behind him

wrapped your arms around his neck in a backhug

and leaned your chin on his shoulder

“thank you” you said and pressed a soft kiss onto his temple

ravi couldn’t help the relieved sigh and smile that came

you felt him relax and you unwrapped you arms around him

he turned his chair around so that he was facing you before he stood up

“is it okay if i kiss you?”

you could only nod

the next second his hands were cupping your cheeks

and the next his lips were against yours in a soft kiss