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hyuuukais · 4 months ago

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⋆₊‧⁺˖⋆˚.⋆ ͙͘͡★ LOOK UP TO THE STARS

pairing ▪︎ han jisung x fem reader

synopsis ▪︎ sent out on a mission to a neighbouring QZ that's gone radio silent, y/n falls into the hands of a post-rebellion group after things go terribly wrong. giving up on rejoining her squad, she joins the group on a trek to find a missing member, the group leader's sister. what's supposed to be a not-so-simple trip out and back to their base becomes a one-way ticket to the end of everything they know.

warnings ▪︎ general, mention of feeling like a burden (not yn), vomiting (not in detail)

MASTERLIST | PREVIOUS | NEXT

CHAPTER THREE ▪︎ A QUIET NIGHT IN (6.2k)

Near-death experiences appear to have become your thing, having had another near miss when you're suddenly attacked in a wooded area by a small group of infected. At least that time you were able to save yourself, proving you can get out of a sticky situation if needed. Han has teased you relentlessly, only stopping when Chan tells him off. Even with Hyunjin he picks on you, but you give it to him as well.

By midday, everyone is tired, wordlessly begging Chan to let them take a rest. There's a long, hidden driveway creeping up a small hill that you spot up ahead. The surrounding area is quiet enough you should be able to hike up and take a break inside whatever building awaits.

"Hey." You jog up to Chan. "Up there. The houses around here are super spaced apart, so why not hole up in one for an hour or so? We can take out any infected and take turns keeping a lookout."

Chan eyes you, then swings around to face the others with a nod. "Everyone! We're gonna head up here, yeah? Take a look around for any infected and settle down for a while. I want to keep going before the sun goes down though, so do what you need to do in the time you have."

"Race you up there." A voice whispers into your ear; Han.

And so you run, and run, and run, side by side until you finally surpass him. Your laughter fills the air as you smack your hand on the door of the small house atop the hill, breathing heavily as you stumble inside. A pair of hands grab you from behind by the waist, lifting you off the ground and making you laugh even more.

"Let me go!" You manage to cough out between giggles and deep inhales. "Hyun-"

But it's not Hyunjin; it's Han.

"You can't do that," You blush, pushing him away. "Don't do that."

"Don't do what?" He smirks as he walks past you, peeking down the hallway to the right. "Make you laugh?"

"Be... intimate," You scold, following him down the hall.

There's a small set of stairs leading to three bedrooms, a bathroom, and an open closet at the end of the hallway. You step into the last bedroom, right before the closet. Clearly, it used to be a little girl's room, the name 'Hanni' painted in big yellow letters above a bed littered with worn plushies. You pick up the one closest to you, a floppy monkey missing an eye, and stare down at the photo on the nightstand. In the photo are two adults lifting a young girl up between them, undeniably happy. A heavy weight sits on your chest, and you find it hard to look away.

When you do finally tear your eyes off of the photo and go to leave the room, Han is leaning in the doorway. His breath catches when you find him staring at you, standing up straight and shoving his hands in his pockets. Blinking back unshed tears, ones you didn't realize even formed, you sit on the girl's bed. You don't invite him to sit with you, but he comes over anyway. The bed dips with his weight next to you.

"Remind you of your family?" He asks, voice softer than you thought it could be.

"No," You sniff. "No, it doesn't. I barely remember my family."

"Me too," Han says, genuine. "But Chan and the others have been my family for as long as it matters." He tries to meet your eyes, but they're glued to the monkey in your lap. "They could be yours too... if you let them."

"I don't think so." You shake your head. "Seungmin fits in fine here, but me?" Now you meet his eyes, placing the monkey aside. "Part of me thinks I'm better off alone. Yes, I have Hyunjin, and what we have is fun... but I know if it came down to it he wouldn't pick me over any of you."

Han just nods. "I feel that way too sometimes- about myself, not you. And we all know Hyunjin thinks Chan only values him for being a skilled fighter. Jeongin is constantly thinking he's not doing a good enough job because of his limited medical practice, yet being the designated doctor. We all have something."

"Why are you being so nice right now?" You sit further back on the bed, legs stretched out in front of you. "I thought you'd agree and say I should leave or something."

"Contrary to popular belief, I don't hate you." Han follows your actions, sitting back next to you. "It's fun to press your buttons."

"Oh, screw you." Laughing, you toss the discarded monkey at Han's chest.

He grabs the toy as you hit him with it, hands overlapping. For a moment, your heart speeds up, stuck on him. Your hand falls away when someone starts calling your names through the house, shuffling off the bed to join the others. Ignoring the way your heart is still pounding and the way your palms sweat, you greet Hyunjin with a peck on the cheek. He smiles down at you, replying with one on your temple. Soon after, Han emerges into the main room you're all standing in.

It's small, the living space, with a half-wall separating the kitchen ahead. To the left is a dining room with a long oval table, chairs knocked over, with table cloths and placemats moth-eaten. Remnants of a broken vase are scattered overtop, but plates set for dinner intact. You wonder what the family who lived here was like; were they about to sit and eat when the outbreak happened?

"We'll stay here for an hour or so," Chan announces. "I'm going to take a look around the perimeter, any volunteers wanna come with?"

You raise your hand.

"Alright. Y/n and I will go while the rest of you check the house and make sure it's safe. If anything goes wrong, you shout for us." His hands brush over his sheathed weapons. "We'll try and be quick. If we aren't back before the hour is up, assume we're dead and move on."

"Cheery," You whisper to Hyunjin, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"As always," He sighs, pressing his lips onto yours for what could be the last time.

Sticks and leaves crunch underfoot, no clear path to walk on. Chan walks slightly ahead of you with a hand on his gun, pausing to carefully mark trees with orange tape.

"Why the tape?" You asked before when he said he needed to grab something from his bag first.

"Knowing our group, someone'll wander off. This is so they know they've gone a bit too far and should probably head back," he said. "We might end up staying the night."

"How come?" You asked.

"To rest up fully," he said, only partially truthful.

There was more to it, something troubling him or one of the others who regularly confide in him. Something you weren't in on. Moments like that is what made you feel misplaced, like you weren't supposed to be apart of this journey. You should have left when you had the chance. Leaving now would be unfair to the group and you knew that; no matter how you felt, you needed to help them get to Chan's sister as much as you can.

"When'd you and Han meet?" You try to make conversation. "He said some stuff that made it seem you've known each other a long time."

An absent smile graces his features. "Ah, say ten years ago? He was a scared, angry little kid with a sharp eye. Still don't know where he learned to shoot so well at such a young age."

He stops to mark another tree, giving you take a second to look around. You're not too deep into the woodsy area, still able to make out the shape of the house if you squint hard enough, and you've made it almost all the way back around. There's been no sign of people or infected alike, birds chirping and squirrels chattering being the only noises. The sun has already started to set, golden beams hitting your bodies through the branches and creating a halo on Chan's head.

Hyunjin greets you at the door when you return, having offered to take first watch while the others take a break. Chaeryeong is out on the back porch occasionally strolling into view through the glass double doors leading to the wide backyard. Taking a seat next to Jeongin on the old, holey couch, you close your eyes with a sigh. No one bothers the two of you until Felix comes by with plates of previously canned food he made while you were on the verge of passing out. You take it gratefully, inhaling it rather than eating it.

In the corner of your eye, Jeongin rubs his leg around his right knee and calf, eyes shut in concentration. When he stands to head outside for some air, you notice the slight limp he walks with. It's barely noticeable, each step intentional. You don't ask about it when he comes back inside and sits back down, leg outstretched.

"Heading to bed yet?" Han swings his gun down onto his lap as he sits on the armchair to your left.

"Soon," You yawn, opening your eyes with difficulty. "I have to switch out with Chan in a couple of hours."

Before Han can reply, Hyunjin sits next to you on the arm of the couch and places a soft kiss on your forehead. You can practically feel Han rolling his eyes, getting up and walking away irritated. Why is he always like this? The moment you and Hyunjin do anything, he's annoyed.

"Is he like, jealous or something?" You sit up, arms crossed as you watch him slide the double doors open and step out, immediately striking up a conversation with Felix.

"Probably, but that's not our problem." Hyunjin slides into the spot between you and the arm, effectively squishing you.

You sigh. "Have you guys ever gotten along?"

"What? We get along fine," Hyunjin looks at you confused.

"Could have fooled me." Hyunjin opens his mouth, but you cut him off before he can start. "I'm gonna get some sleep before my shift, okay? See you later."

With a quick peck on his lips, you leave Hyunjin alone. The last thing you need right now is a deep-dive into Han and Hyunjins friendship, tired enough to sleep for a few years at least. Your brain is mush, not unlike a zombie's you imagine, unable to think full sentences anymore until after you've taken a chance to rest.

By this point in the day, everyone can tell you aren't leaving until early morning if you can help it. The sun has descended almost fully, leaving the world in hues of blue as night takes over. Other than you, Jeongin is the only one who hasn't taken a shift to watch yet. You figure he'll be paired with you, him switching off with Felix when you wake up. Drifting to sleep is easier than you thought it would be, brain turning off and leading you into a dreamless rest. When you do wake, there's a slight ache in your leg, but you ignore it as you rub the sleep out of your eyes and head to the front door where Chan should be.

"Listen, I don't want you getting hurt," Chan's voice is low, easily heard from where you stand by the open door. He hasn't noticed you there yet. "Let us take watch and go back inside, okay? I saw the way you were earlier, I know it's bothering you."

"I can deal." Jeongin sounds frustrated. "I don't want to be a burden-"

"Hey," Chan cuts him off sharply. "Don't ever think you're a burden. Never. Because you're not, you just need some extra rest, yeah? Bad days happen."

"Fine," Jeongin sighs and you open the door, pretending you heard nothing.

"Chan, you heading in?" You ask.

He nods. "Jeongin's feeling a bit under the weather, so Felix is gonna keep watch of the back a little longer until Chaeryeong is awake."

"Sounds good," you force a smile. You want to know what's wrong, but you don't want to press either. "Sleep well guys. The bed at the end of the hall has some plushies that are comfortable to lay your head on if you want."

Late in the night, you hear a distant cry. Instantly your gun is in your hand, knife in the other as you gaze out into the trees and down the hidden driveway. Although it sounded fairly animalistic, you know by now you can't take the chance of ignoring it. The sounds of the infected wandering the world varied from almost human, to sounds you can't compare to anything but the stuff of nightmares. When you hear the cry again, louder this time, you jog down the steps of the front stone porch and around the back, whispering to Felix. Chaeryeong is still asleep, but should be waking up soon to switch out.

You find Felix on the other side of the yard, weapon drawn and focused on the surrounding woods. Did he hear the same sounds as you, or did he hear something else back here? Hoping it's the former, you approach him quietly, careful not to scare him by accident. He must have seen you coming, holding up a hand behind his back to signal you to stop, and you do, bringing you own weapons up. The cry is louder again, but ever so slightly different than the one you heard.

"Lix, I think we need to get inside," You whisper, inching closer. "I heard something in the front too."

"If it's only two, we can take them out," He whispers back. "Any sign of more and I'll head in. You should probably go back to the front."

Frustrated with his answer, you obey and go back to your position. You're about to walk down the driveway when you see them; easily thirty infected beings are headed your way, but have yet to spot you. With a hand over your mouth, you crouch down by the wall of the house, moving as fast as you can to where you left Felix alone. As you turn the corner, you can see him backing away in the same crouched position as you. When he starts moving back to the house, you make eye contact and he makes a gesture with his hand to get back inside. Like you were going to do anything else.

Once inside, he breathes deeply as if he'd been holding his breath and you do the same. Outside, zombies are starting to emerge from the trees and wander across the yard. There's too many of them to be able to leave the area safely, opting to find everyone in the house and let them know the situation. Felix leaves to report to Chan, knowing he'll likely be with Jeongin and Han, and you go to find Chaeryeong sleeping on the same kids bed you did, waking her with a small shake and telling her to get to the others in the main room. Next is Hyunjin, but you see him exiting another bedroom with Chan, Jeongin, and Felix.

"Where's Han?" You make sure to keep your voice low. "Wasn't he with you guys?"

Chan shakes his head, jaw clenching. "Nope, he's the only one unaccounted for." He ushers everyone further into the house and down the hallway, stopping in front of the first bedroom on the left. "Everyone stay in here. Use the furniture to block the door in case some stragglers get inside and cover up the window. Stay low and out of sight, stay quiet, and most importantly, stay together, okay?"

"You're making this sound like you're not coming," Chaeryeong points out.

"Because I'm not, and before you can protest," he holds up a hand. "Jisung is family to me. I need to make sure he's safe."

"He's family to all of us," Hyunjin steps in. "And so are you."

With a sigh, Chan looks down. "I know."

"Let me go," You say, maybe a bit too loud.

Seungmin's head pops up sharply. "Absolutely not."

"If anything happens to me, it won't be nearly as devastating as it would be with Chan or Han," you look away from the others, losing courage just a bit from their stares. "I'm quick and I'm quiet when I need to be and will be in and out like that. He can't have gone too far anyway."

"Y/n, you can't seriously-" Hyunjin starts, but is cut off by Chan holding up a hand again.

"She has a point."

The others avoid your eyes now, nonverbally agreeing that you should be the potential sacrifice. Really nice to have that confirmed. Without another word, you leave the group, about to leave out the back doors when someone grabs your wrist.

"See you later?"

You give Seungmin a sad smile, knowing later isn't likely. "See you later."

A chill runs down your spine, from the cold or the sheer amount of infected, you don't know. From what you learned in your time at the QZ, the undead don't see as well at night and you need to use that to your advantage, whether it's true or not. Everything you've learned has become questioned knowledge; were they feeding you lies, always planning on sending you out to die? Or did any of the information you learned mean something?

Belly to the grass, you shuffle forward on your forearms in the direction Felix mentioned before you left the building. Of course, out of all people you were risking your life for it had to be Han Jisung. Not Hyunjin, not Seungmin, not even Chan? Han? Really? When you find him and are back safely, you are gonna rip him a new one for being so careless. What happened to the buddy system? Too good for him, apparently, too confident in his abilities.

Up ahead, you spot his gun lying among the sticks and leaves by a tree and your heart drops. Closer, you can see claw marks a couple feet up the tree trunk, a ripped piece of clothing hanging from a branch further up. Half of it is painted red, soaked in blood, and breathing is suddenly difficult. You're about to stand up carefully, a plan to climb the tree, but the minute you're in a crouched position an infected walks right by you. You stay still, letting it pass. Thinking you're in the clear, you look back at it only to find it staring at you and now you do stop breathing. It's head tilts, observing, but doesn't move. After what feels like years, it turns back around and continues on it's way.

Releasing a deep breath, you make your way up the tree slowly. Thankfully the branches get stronger the higher you go, and you're more confident the infected won't hear you climb faster.

"Y/n? What the fuck?" You nearly fall off your branch at the sound of Han's voice. "What are you doing out here?"

Securing yourself on the same thick branch he sits on, you look at him with wide eyes. "I could ask you the same thing!"

You shift around, now straddling the branch.

"I had to take a bathroom break, is that so bad?" He huffs.

"Yeah, it is. At least, when you don't tell anyone or take anyone with you and make everyone worried because a giant horde of zombies came out of nowhere!" You whisper shout at him, furious. "Chan was gonna come out here looking for you."

"Why didn't he?" Han's eyebrows furrow.

"Didn't think it was worth the trip," You frown when he gives you a dejected look. "Kidding. I volunteered since he's too important to the group."

"Again with the self-sacrificial shit." He rolls his eyes. "I can tell you now the horde is starting to thin. I'm not seeing nearly as many as I did running up this tree like a squirrel."

You snort. "You know, you kinda look like a squirrel."

"Felix says the same thing," Han shrugs. "We should be able to sneak back soonish."

You remember the cloth hanging from a lower branch. "Did you get bitten?"

"No," He shakes his head. "Just a scratch."

Lifting his leg over the branch, you can see the rip in the thigh of his cargo pants and the cut underneath.

"It looks worse than it is."

"Doesn't look bad to me." You lean back against the trunk as he swings his leg back over, taking the same straddling position as you. "Just a scratch really."

"Okay Miss Leg-That-Got-Crushed." He rolls his eyes again, and you seriously consider pushing him off your shared branch.

Looking down, you can barely see the ground below and wonder how Han can be so sure the zombies are leaving the area so soon. It's been what, an hour? Taking a chance, hoping he's not wrong, you begin your descent. You're careful and slow as you go down, teeth grinding together when a boot makes contact with your fingers at one point. You use your other hand to punch Han's ankle until his foot finally moves.

Once you hit the ground, you're immediately on your belly again and taking in your surroundings. Han is next to you in the same position, but after a few minutes you get up into a crouch, no sight of infected in your vision.

"Huh," You whisper. "Where'd they all go?"

Your question is answered as soon as you break through the trees. There's a smaller crowd of infected fighting their way into the house, clawing at the back doors with fervor. You stop walking, grabbing Han's arm as he readies his gun.

"No, stop it." You examine the group. "Gunshots will alert others in the area if they haven't already. Take this." You hand him a knife. "We need to be smart about this or neither of us will live to see the sunrise."

Taking your knife in his hand, he nods and follows your lead as you circle around to the back of the group and whistle once, twice, until you've got the attention of a few in the back. The night gives you the advantage of misleading them, whistling the few that notice you away. They stumble down the steps of the porch, hands clawing the air in search of you. You whistle again. Two break off from the group, about five, and you signal to Han to go left. You watch him sneak up from the back, and you do the same to the one on the right. Quick and quiet, you take them out with a knife to the back of the neck.

The bodies fall silently, using your own body to help bring them down. The other three are nearing the tree line, which you could leave them to wander away, but you know they'll just come back if you mess this up. With a knife in each hand, you get close enough to throw them expertly into the skulls of the two closest to you. You're about to take out the last one, but something flies past your head, nailing it in the middle of the forehead, body falling limp. You look back to see Han bringing down a slingshot with a smirk on his face.

You retrieve your knives from the fallen bodies and rejoin Han, whistling again. This time, more detach from the others, a group of about eight.

"Shit," Han whispers beside you. "That's... a lot at once."

"I have three knives to throw and another I can keep on me, how much ammo do you have?"

He pats a small pouch tied to a belt loop. "Enough. I refilled this thing before we left and have only used it once."

You nod and wait until the group has broken up, one straying away from the groups of three and four. "Which group do you want?"

"Four."

"You only want four to prove something," You say, eyeing him. "Don't lose something instead."

Before he can respond, you're off to where the group of three has wandered to the left side of the house. Three knives, three chances. The first is a success, the second landing too low into the back and you curse yourself, throwing the last into its skull as it turns around. The third spots you, having gotten a little too close for the night to cover you. A low growl leaves its mouth and it stalks toward you.

"Now or never," You say to yourself, ready to dodge an attack.

Something grabs you from behind; the straggler. How do you keep getting yourself in these situations? Good fucking job.

Hooking a leg behind the straggler, you're able to send the two of you backward, hitting the ground hard enough that it lets go of you. Sharp nails pierce your skin as you roll away, drawing blood when you rip your arm out of its hold. Dirt comes up as it digs its hands into the earth, crawling toward you. With a hard kick to the head, it stops moving long enough for you to have time to stick a knife under its chin and through the mouth, blood pouring down your hand. You can hear the other coming for you, standing up with a death grip on your knife. It makes a move to grab you, but you successfully dodge, landing a slash to its arm. Dark blood seeps through the fabric of the flannel it wears, the arm rendered useless from the depth of your attack.

"C'mon Y/n, just one more." You run at it, jumping on its back and yanking the head back by the hair, slashing its neck all in one swift movement.

When you get off the body, you see Han moving toward the porch steps and your eyes go wide. Is he seriously going to take the rest on himself? There are about six left and you can see the four already did some damage, red streaks running down the side of his face from his hairline, and the slight limp worse.

"Dammit, Han."

It doesn't take much for the infected to notice Han when he first steps up, the wood underneath breaking under his weight with a loud crunch. With the sun starting to rise, they spot him almost immediately. Why isn't he moving? Then you notice- his foot is stuck. Oh, you are so going to tease him for this later. That is, if there is a later.

Jumping over the edge of the porch fence, you whistle again and gain the attention of three of the infected, the other three descending on Han. Dodging left and right, scratches here and there, you get to the top of the steps where the infected are almost on him. He has his slingshot out, but slips backward, still trying to free his foot, and lands on his back, weapon flying out of his grip. Your knife pierces the back of the closest one's neck, yanking the body back so it doesn't fall and knock the others onto the man you're trying to save.

"Look, I'm saving your life for once!" You shout over the infecteds gargling and crying.

"Shut it!" is the only response you get.

The next one slips down a step, sending the one closest to Han directly on top of him. It's about to take a bite, but Han is quicker, grabbing its head, and snapping its neck. You're about to send your knife through the hundredth skull of the night, but a force knocks you into the fence. You almost forgot about the others. As you hit the wood, your breath is knocked out of you, and your knife, out of your hand.

The infected that pushed you cages you against the fence and you think back to the bridge. If you try and pull the same stunt, at least you won't fall as far. But this one seems to be smarter, faster, not taking the time to scream at you, but instead dives into your neck. There's barely any time to process, sticking your arm in between your bodies right before contact. Saliva drips onto your skin, running down your shirt. It pushes forward, desperate for a bite of sweet flesh.

"Han!" You shout; you need to know he'd at least make it out.

"Right here!" His voice is oddly close. "Hold on just a bit longer!"

This is it, you think as its mouth gets closer and closer to your neck, I'm gonna die. In front of Han Jisung.

Fighting back tears, your arm shakes under the weight of its strength, begging you to give up. In this world, it's inevitable, no? Why not let it take you out sooner than later?

"By the way," Han grabs the infected from behind. "You're not allowed to die."

He makes eye contact with you as he snaps its neck, your chest heaving. You stare at him with wide eyes, taking in the amount of blood on his body, not that you look any better. The way he looks at you, his own chest rising and falling in the same quick manner, makes you squirm.

A door slides away, and Chan steps out of the house. You don't have to look at him to know he's angry, pushing Han by the chest to look at him.

"Where were you? Explain yourself, now."

"Nature called at a bad time?" Han tries to joke, but his half-smile falters under Chan's gaze. "I'm sorry, I really didn't think I'd be out so long."

"God, at least tell someone where you're going next time!" Chan brings him into a crushing hug. "We thought you were dead."

"Me? Dead?" He breaks the hug, face tinged red. Although, that could honestly just be more blood. No, it's definitely a blush. Hard to tell. "Please."

Chan finally looks at you, jaw clenching at your state. You must look a lot worse than you feel with a stare like that. What you don't expect is Chan to approach you, to give you the same tight hug as he did Han. You don't hug back at first, too stunned by the sudden physical contact, but as he starts to pull back, your arms wrap around his back.

"You smell bad."

"We all smell bad," You laugh.

You hold on longer than you mean to, not realizing just how much you miss physical affection. Thinking back to sharing beds with Yeji and Yuna, teasing Minho and him holding you at night to keep you warm before you got to the QZ; it's hard to stay together in front of Chan, and you think that's why he lets you be the one to break the hug. Now you have Hyunjin, but it isn't the same.

"I needed that," You say low, looking down at your feet.

"C'mon," He puts a hand on your shoulder, leading you to the door. "Let's get back inside. Sun's almost up, gotta head out soon."

Giving him a tight smile, you head to the small bedroom to grab your bag where you left it on the bed. As you turn to leave the room, you spot the stuffed monkey hanging half off the bed. Should you be taking unnecessary items with you? No. But will you be shoving this monkey into your bag for future times of comfort? Absolutely.

Everyone is already gathered outside by the time you get there, securing weapons, tightening bag straps, whatever they need to do before officially leaving. The sun isn't quite up yet, leaving a chill in the air and making you shiver, wrapping your jacket around you better. Your arm stings where the fabric rubs against where the infected scratched; you should probably put a bandage on that.

"How's your leg?" You walk up to where Han is sitting on the ground, Felix dressing the wound at his hairline with Jeongin behind him.

"Better now that these two did something about it." He winces as Felix puts alcohol on the open cut, cleaning the blood running down Han's face while he's at it. "How's your arm?"

"Your arm?" Jeongin quirks an eyebrow at you.

"Right, about that." You put your bag by your feet and take off the right arm of your jacket revealing the dried blood underneath. "Got scratched during everything last night and almost forgot about it until now. I saw you guys with the medical supplies and thought I'd grab a bandage."

Jeongin grabs your upper arm gently, examining the three scratch marks. "Y/n these are pretty deep, sit down and I'll sew you up."

"Are they?" Sitting down, you take another look and see fresh blood trickling down the side of your arm. "Oh shit, I guess they are- ah."

It stings when Jeongin uses the same alcohol Felix used for Han on your arm, biting your lip and eyes squeezed shut. The pinprick of a needle is felt soon after and you fist the end of your jacket with your free hand to avoid digging your nails into your skin. Someone is rubbing at your back, but you still can't open your eyes to see who it is.

"You're doing good," you recognize Hyunjin's voice in your ear. "Almost there. That's it."

When there's a pat on your arm, you open your eyes and your fist unclenches. Where there used to be an angry, red wound, is now a white wrapping with a tinge of blood seeping through in the middle. Although your arm is still sore, you ignore it, putting your jacket back on and standing with Hyunjin's help, not that you need it.

"Ready to go?" Chan asks loud enough for everyone to hear.

You're about to follow him down the driveway when you remember something fairly important.

"I forgot something," You blurt. "I'll be quick so you can keep walking."

Chan nods. You jog back around the house, seeing the bodies of the infected scattered across the yard in the oncoming daylight. Making your way to the ones on the left side of the house, you notice something as you get closer; a nametag is pinned to one's shirt reading Hanni, one that you killed last night. A cold feeling runs down your body as you take in its- her- apron, the name long rubbed off the chest. Her nails are painted a chipped baby pink, a silver band on her left ring finger.

Suddenly, you feel ill. The world is moving although you are still and nausea hits you in intense waves as you come to a realization, something you should have had in mind before. These things you fight were once real people with real lives and real families, not creatures who spawned one day with evil intent. No, they all had to turn into this, and you feel so sick. With a shaky hand, you grip under her chin and pull you knife out, sheathing it at your thigh. As dark blood trickles out of the hole you made, you hunch over at her side and heave.

"Why are you taking so damn long- oh shit, are you okay?"

"Why do you keep seeing me at my most embarrassing moments?" You wipe your mouth, avoiding his eyes.

"To keep you on your toes," Han says, crouching next to you. "Seriously, are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"You literally just threw up."

"I'm fine," You insist.

"Vomit, anger, first thing in the morning," Han strokes his chin, pretending to think hard. "Hyunjin didn't...?"

"Oh, what the fuck is wrong with you?" You smack him in the shoulder, but barely contain a laugh. "No, it's just... kind of hit me that they were like us once. Her name's Hanni, like in the bedroom. Do you think she was visiting home?"

"Try not to think about it, it makes them easier to kill." Han stands up and sticks a hand out; you take it. "Not that it's easy."

You retrieve your other knives quicker, not stopping to look at the man attached to one. When you rejoin the group at the end of the driveway, Chan gives you a funny look. It's like he can sense when something's wrong, and you hope he can't read minds.

Like that, you're on the road again. You notice neither Han nor Jeongin are limping anymore, and that Chan has a new wrapping on his left forearm. Chaeryeong is wearing her hair up, revealing a tattoo you hadn't noticed before of a lightning bolt, the rest hidden underneath her collar. The sunrise has popped over the horizon and into your eyes, but you can't help but notice how the golden rays bring out the freckles on Felix's face or the glow of Hyunjin's skin. Seungmin walks beside you, stoic as ever, but when Jeongin says something to him quietly, you catch a glimpse of his wide smile and can't contain your own.

These are real people, your people, whether you feel it completely or not yet. They have their histories, their lives, their secrets and desires and fears and loves. And so do you, and so do the people lying dead in a backyard kilometers behind you now. Right now, you hold onto the view of the people around you, and you hope that will be enough in the end.

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notes ▪︎ how are we feeling so far? these people rlly can't catch a break, huh...... lol. it only gets worse from here, so, yk. :33

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fritz-federleicht · 2 years ago

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Jealousy/ Vessel x reader

Summary: Vessel and you hate each other, yet for some reason he is jealous of your ex

Notes: This story is longer than I thought, have fun with it

Words: 1.953

FLUFF

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"Shit, there's my ex." You point to a small group of five people moving toward you. All of them are wearing a ribbon with a card around their necks. It says VIP in large letters.

"That's your ex?" Vessel utters, a slight hint of jealousy in his voice. His white mask stares toward the group. "You used to date that guy? He looks like he just robbed a bank." You can literally imagine his appraising look under the mask.

Your ex is wearing a tank top, tattooed arms peek out. It's true, he does look a bit like a criminal. Luke, that's his name, obviously sees you because his expression getting darker.

You punch Vessel in the arm. He grabs you gently by the wrists, preventing you from hitting him further.

"Do you have something against my taste in men?" You glare at him. You don't like each other much. You're here mostly just for III and the others.

"He's just... I don't know." Vessel lets go of your wrists after he realizes that you don't want to hit him again.

You want to answer but are interrupted by III. "Argue later. The group is coming to us now."

You know people want to meet the members. For this reason, you want to move aside, but an arm suddenly wraps around your shoulder. It's not III, II or IV. No, it's Vessel. He pulls you to his black chest.

'What is he doing?' You think to yourself. You just want to get away from your ex and try to push Vessel away. But he holds you in place. "Let go of me." You whisper softly.

"Just play along." He answers. You frown. "Trust me."

The group is in front of you now. You force a smile. The group leader passes the floor to Vessel. Immediately he starts giving a short speech about the band, songs and Sleep.

All the while you feel the piercing gaze of your ex on you. Vessel seems to mind, because he lets his arm slide from your shoulder to your hip and pulls you closer to him.

You open your eyes and look for help to III, who shakes his head, his eyes apologetic.

"Thanks for coming." With these words he ends his speech. After that, there is enough time for people to take pictures with the band.

But now you finally break away from Vessel. You stand to the side, wait until everyone has received their photo. Unfortunately, your ex was the first to take one and then stood next to you.

"Are you dating him now?" He asks in no uncertain terms. You look to the side and try to ignore him. "Does he love you more than I ever did?"

Your head snaps up. "Why do you care? You broke up with me!" You emphasize the word you.

"He's so different, not your type at all." He says, almost disgusted.

"I can love who I..."

A big hand suddenly slips into yours. "Babe, is everything okay? Do you know this man?" Vessel asks you worried. You don't know if it's real or fake. If it's an act, he's very good at it.

You still hate him but he saves you from your ex so you look at him gratefully. "Yeah, that's my ex. I didn't know he was a fan of your band, honey."

Vessel nods and holds out his free hand. "Nice to meet you...?"

"Luke."

You watch the scenario unfold. Luke and Vessel's hand join in greeting. As they do so, Vessel literally crushes the hand of his counterpart.

You frown. Why is Vessel suddenly so jealous? He never is.

"It was nice meeting you, Luke, but unfortunately your group is moving on."

Luke nods and says goodbye. "See you Y/N."

As soon as Luke is out of your sight you want to shake Vessel's hand off. He doesn't let go of it. "I appreciate it but you can let go of me now."

"No. What if Luke sees us again? He thinks we're a couple."

"And what does that have to do with our hands now?" You're visibly annoyed.

"You don't want him to bug you again, do you? So we need to act like a couple."

You raise your free hand and extend your index finger in his direction. "Just today!"

"Just today Y/N."

You screw up your face and nod.

"Good, let's go join the others. They're waiting." As you stand with the band members, they stare at your entwined hands in confusion.

You point your head at Vessel and roll your eyes. They just accept it without elaborating.

Later, Vessel announces that he has an idea. "Just stand at the front of the crowd."

And now you're standing right there, pressed against the barrier in front of you. Not far from you, you recognize Luke's profile. Hopefully he doesn't see you. You don't feel like being bothered by him for the rest of the day.

One after the other, the members enter the stage. The audience goes crazy. Finally they see their favorite band.

The music plays and the concert starts. It goes on as usual. Vessel dances and flirts with III. Nothing abnormal. But why did he want you to be in front? Despite your ignorance, you enjoy the show, nodding along to the beat.

Finally, the chords of The Summoning begin to play.

The drums start and Vessel jumps from one leg to the other.

"I've got a river running right into you"

He was standing on the other side of the stage until just now. Now he slowly walks in the other direction, towards IV and thus towards you.

A thought occurs to you. Is Vessel planning to flirt with you? In public? You could slap your hand in front of your face. Why'd you say yes to his idea?

He stretches his painted hand gracefully forward, leaning in your direction.

"I've got a blood trail, red in the blue

Something you say or something you do

A taste of the divine"

He sings like every word is meant just for you. You smile and pretend to enjoy his attention. Maybe you do?

"You've got my body, flesh and bone, yeah"

His hand runs over his chest, down to his muscular stomach. White skin remains.

"The sky above, the Earth below"

He raises his hand to the sky, then points below him. Then he steps back and sings the chorus with full abandon.

"Raise me up again

Take me past the edge

I want to see the other side

See the other side"

Vessel yells into the mic, standing in the middle again. Then he continues singing until the slower part starts.

The music plays and Vessel slowly gets on his knees in front of you. His mask looks down, he holds the mic in one hand. Then he raises his free hand upwards.

"Oh, and my love"

Your heart starts pounding and you can't help but smile. The words 'my love' trigger something in you. It feels like he really means every word he sings.

"Did I mistake you for a sign from God?

Or are you really here to cut me off?

Or maybe just to turn me on"

He tilts his head questioningly. Making your ex jealous has obviously become secondary.

"Cause these days

I would be lying if I told you that

I didn't wish that I could be your man"

Suddenly a tear comes loose and runs down your cheek. It feels so real what he says. Does he really want to be your man? Yes you hate him but somehow you don't.

"Or maybe make a good girl bad"

His lips twist into a cheeky grin. You open your eyes wide.

IV is standing next to Vessel. Your gaze briefly jumps to his ocean blue eyes. He looks at you confused, probably wondering what is going on between the two of you so suddenly. The other members look confused as well. You've never acted like this before, never been so affectionate and passionate with each other. And certainly not in public. Usually you just insult or ignore each other.

Vessel finishes the song and leans forward, exhausted. As if he had put all his strength into the song to reveal the feelings he has for you.

More tears run down your cheeks. You wipe them away.

Vessel folds his hands and raises them to his forehead to thank the crowd, to thank you.

You're caught completely off guard. You absolutely have to talk to him later.

Only now you remember your ex. You look at his place. He glares angrily at Vessel, who simply ignores him and doesn't look at him once. Luke does not speak to you again that day.

When the concert ends, you wait until the audience has left. Then you sneak backstage to the dressing room.

You knock. Vessel opens the door.

"Hey, I wanted to talk to you." You say shyly. Vessel nods and steps aside to let you in. Then he closes the door.

You're alone in the room, the others seem to be freshening up.

"So what was that on stage earlier?" You ask without beating around the bush.

"What was his name again? Your ex?" Vessel pretends to forget his name.

"Luke."

"Right. Make Luke jealous. As agreed." Vessel walks past you and sits down on a couch.

"Sure it was just for that?" His white mask turns to you.

You sigh. "Vessel I'm just going to tell you now. I don't know if you feel the same way but I like you, I really do. Even if it often doesn't seem that way."

"Really?" Vessel asks, surprised. His voice is soft.

You nod. "If you don't feel that way, it's okay. I just thought because of the song..."

Vessel grabs your wrist and pulls you to him. You land on his lap.

"Y/N I've had a crush on you for a long time. I wanted to tell you but I was too shy. I just never knew how to handle it. That's why I've always been so mean to you." He tells you his feelings.

After a brief moment of silence in which you look into each other's eyes, you begin to speak. "I like the song."

He clasps your hands and looks at them sheepishly. "I wrote it for you." He says barely audible. His words make you melt. He's so sweet.

"Vessel?" You lift his chin. "Can I kiss you?"

He doesn't give you an answer but leans in. Your lips connect. A flicker of fire arises in your body.

His hands rub over your back, holding you in place, protecting you from falling.

Suddenly the door opens, men's voices sound.

"Yes, and then there was this.... oh my god. Out of the way! Now!" You look up and see III standing in the doorway with his back to you. He completely exaggerates and tries to push away II who is behind him. "Go away! I need to get out of here!" Says III impatiently.

"What's going on?" II asks, confused. He obviously hasn't caught sight of you yet. You pull from Vessel and sit up.

"Y/N and Vessel making out." Says III. The door closes with a bang.

"What really?" You hear distantly. From the voice, it must have been IV.

"I'll never get that out of my head." Says III muffled, he's obviously upset. Their footsteps move away hastily, leave you alone.

You look at Vessel and roll your eyes. "They act like children." You grin. Then you lean in and kiss him again.

#vessel one shot #sleep token vessel x reader #sleep token vessel #vessel #vessel x y/n #vessel x reader #sleep token one shot #sleep token #sleep token x reader #sleep token x y/n

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 9 months ago

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inspired by @alastcrs's chaggie comic, a sequel of sorts XD

Vaggie: "Sweetie, tell me you didn't give Sir Pentious dating advice."

Charlie: "No? I didn't?"

Vaggie: "Then babe what did you do?"

Charlie: "I just showed you off a little~"

Vaggie: (groaning) "The picture thing? The, have you seen my girlfriend joke? Again?"

Charlie: "Yep! Why?"

Vaggie: "We have to go save Pentious from Cherri Bomb."

Charlie: "Why would we need to- oh no. Oh, noooo-"

Vaggie: "Oh fucking yes."

-elsewhere and in danger-

Sir Pentious: (at random sinner) "Have you sssseen Miss Cherri Bomb~? Ssshe-"

Cherri Bomb: "DUDE WHATE THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?"

Sir Pentious: "-ah, I am, apprecsssiating you-?"

Cherri Bomb: "BY HELPING THE BOUNTRY HUNTERS FIND ME???"

Sir Pentious: "What- no! No I only, I wassss merely-"

Cherri Bomb: "THAT'S MY WANTED POSTER, DICK HEAD!"

Sir Pentious: "Well. Ah. Yesss."

Cherri Bomb: "GIVE IT HERE SO I CAN BURN IT"

Sir Pentious: (clutching wanted poster to chest) "Pleassse Cherri, noooo! It issssss, the only quality photo of you that I possessss-!"

Cherri Bomb: "Then just ASK me for another one like a normal person! Or stalk me like a normal creep! ANYTHING THAT DOESN'T END WITH WITH ME STUFFED AND MOUNTED ON SOME OVERLORD'S FUCKING WALL!!! Like, fuck- do you KNOW how much important shit I've blown up???"

Sir Pentious: "Oh yessss! You are very accomplissshed!" (beaming) "The weaponsss casssche last from year was essspecssially beautiful! All thossse, ssssecondary explosionssss...~"

Cherri Bomb: "YOU'RE gonna be a secondary explosion if you don't hand that poster over Right Now."

Sir Pentious: "Erm, before I do ssso... might I humbly requessst a replasscement photo of-"

Cherri Bomb: "No." (lights fuse) "Let go or go sky high with it."

Sir Pentious: "AH-!"

Charlie: (running) "Pen!" (skids to stop and grabs vaggie) "Holy shit that's a bomb- PEN JUST LET IT GO!!!"

Vaggie: "Pentious drop and take cover! It's not worth it!"

Sir Pentious: "But- sssshe ISSS worth-"

Cherri Bomb: "Bye bitch." (tosses bomb) (Runs)

Sir Pentious: "Ah, ssh-"

KABLOOMY

Vaggie: "...."

Charlie: "......"

Vaggie: "...we're gonna add self-worth sessions and healthy relationship boundary workshops to the hotel activities list, yeah?"

Charlie: "Oh yes. Definitely."

(splat) (splatter) (Splotch)

Charlie: "After, um, after Pen's collected himself a bit."

Vaggie: "Yeah... Maybe hold back on the 'i love my girlfriend' jokes around him too?"

Charlie: "....I'll." (pained grimace) "Try."

Vaggie: "All I ask, babe." (smooches her cheek) "C'mon. Let's gather up our snake man and head home."

Charlie: (sighs) "It would've worked if he'd just had a better picture-"

Vaggie: "Charlie."

Charlie: "They're cute together! He's all over her- it's adorable!"

Vaggie: "He's all over the street right now."

Charlie: "She used one of her better bombs on him this time." (picks up an arm and part of pentious's tail) "That has to mean something, right??"

Vaggie: "More work for us."

Charlie: "Hmm~ I bet you they kiss before the next extermination~"

Vaggie: "Sweetie." (grabs other arm and the torso) "If they kiss before one of them DIES I'll count it as your win."

Charlie: "No other time limit?"

Vaggie: "None."

Charlie: "And the prize if I win...?"

Vaggie: "Extra kisses. And I'll join your Cherri x Pentious group chat."

Charlie: "DEAL!"

Vaggie & Charlie: (shake pentious's hands over it)

-one kiss and death later-

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SpearOfSappho: would the extra kisses help?

cute'n'cuddlycapricorn: ! THEY KISSED AND NO ONE EVEN TOOK ANY PICS OF IT!!!!

SpearOfSappho: oh

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pensat-i-fet · 1 year ago

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Too good for you (Rúben Dias x Reader)

**Welcome to an imagine that wasn’t requested but that was inspired by one of my dreams (but then I really only kept a tiny detail from the dream). This is a bit spicy, a bit angsty, also slightly toxic and everyone (but Kepa, who has a little cameo because the one in my dream was Juan Mata and how random is that?) is an asshole. But I think it’s fun! It was one of those where I let the story go where it wanted to go. I didn’t choose any of this. The story chose its own path and that’s cute. Enjoy! ❤️**

Word count: 4030

Masterlist

Wattpad

Another day, another photoshoot. But this one was pretty special. You had worked for Armani before, walking their show and doing some catalogue work for them. But this time it was a campaign they wanted you to be a part of and that was huge for your career. And the paycheck was going to be pretty decent too.

Also, you were shooting with a football player so you knew that your work was going to get a lot more exposure because of his presence. And it was a player you actually knew, which could make the shoot pretty interesting. Whether it’d be in a good or a bad way was to be determined.

"Come here for a sec so we can double-check it all fits nicely".

"Sure", you said, following the stylist. "Is the player here already?"

She looked at you with a knowing look. "No, he's a bit late. Traffic is pretty bad".

"Cool. We'll wait then".

Fittings were done quickly and so you moved to hair and makeup. The look was pretty natural so that was done quickly but with it being an underwear shoot, the makeup artists had to make sure to apply makeup all over your body. And it was while they did it that Rúben showed up.

"Hello everyone, sorry I'm late".

His voice made you look up from your phone. Rúben looked you up and down and for a second you felt a bit self-conscious standing in front of him, and a crew of 20 people, in just a thong and a bra. As if he hadn't seen you in less.

While he was getting ready for the shoot, you put on a robe and sat down next to him.

"I thought you wouldn't make it".

"Bad traffic. I wish I had gotten here early. I might have volunteered to do your body makeup".

"Of course you would have".

"Do you want to do mine?", he whispered.

"I want to be home before midnight so hurry up".

"By home, you mean your place or mine?"

Rolling your eyes, you got up to check if there was something nice you could eat. Catering at these shoots was usually pretty good if you got to the table before all the good food was taken and only the dry carrot sticks were left.

"You didn't tell me you knew him", said your agent.

"I don't know him. I know what's in his jeans. It's different".

"Is it going to be an issue?"

"Why should it be?"

"I don't want you to mess up this big opportunity. Who knows how your career could develop after this".

Yeah, and you want the commission that comes from big-money jobs like this one.

"I won't mess up".

"How did you even meet him? I thought your friend played for Chelsea".

"At a party. It doesn't matter".

Yes, your friend played for Chelsea. But he had nothing to do with you meeting Rúben. As you said, that happened at a party. You didn't even recognise him at first. You just noticed a hot guy approaching your friend group and decided to start dancing with him before Gina, who had been staring at him all night, could do it first. Your friend group also consisted of people you didn't like that much. It was a fashion industry thing.

"Do I look good?"

Rúben was now next to you, wearing the underwear picked for the first few photos you needed to take. And yeah, he looked alright.

"As if you need me to tell you how good you look. You already tell yourself every morning when you look in the mirror".

"Is being confident a sin?"

"No", you said, getting closer to him. "Being arrogant is".

"Then we're both sinners".

"Sinning can be fun".

"It's fun when I do it with you".

That last sentence was whispered in your ear and you had to try hard not to blush. So you left him to go get changed into your first outfit.

"Wow! You don't need me to tell you how good you look either but I will".

You turned your hips slightly, letting him see how good you really looked while you pretended to adjust your panties with one of your hands, making sure Rúben's eyes followed your movements. "I mean, anything is an improvement from the skin colour thong I had to wear for fittings and hair and make-up. Least sexy piece of underwear you'll ever see. This", you said, pointing at your current outfit, "is a lot better, right?"

The way Rúben stared at you gave you all the answers you needed. "Believe me, seeing you in your underwear is always a pleasure. No matter the colour or design. But this…", he was now touching the little piece of lace that adorned the sides of the panties you were wearing. "Can you keep the clothes you wear at shoots?"

"Not usually but I think with underwear is different so maybe I get lucky".

"I'm feeling very lucky at the moment", he muttered, still staring at the fabric he had touched.

The photographer interrupted the moment, asking you to actually do your job. How inconvenient. And so you and Rúben moved to the shooting area and listened to the ideas the photographer had for the shoot.

You had actually been excited to shoot with Rúben. First, because you thought his look complimented yours really well. Sometimes you were paired with male models that looked so odd next to you but you and Rúben looked great together. Then there was the fact that you already knew him, which meant you were a bit more comfortable doing a more intimate shoot like this one. And of course, you wanted to see him. He mentioned you texting him if you visited Manchester but you had been travelling a lot and didn't get to see him in person ever since that party in Lisbon.

You also expected your chemistry to be good. At the party, you two connected immediately and felt incredibly comfortable in each other's company the whole night. So this should have been the same. But Rúben seemed to be struggling a bit.

"What's wrong?", you asked him during a small break.

"Well, it's a bit challenging to be this close to you while you wear almost nothing, you know?"

"Control the hormones, Dias. You're acting like a horny 15-year-old. Though I guess men never get over that stage. At least not mentally".

The pieces from the collection were stunning but a few were very impractical. Putting them on felt like you were doing a puzzle. And you could only imagine how difficult it would be to take them off, especially in specific situations where you'd be in a hurry to get rid of the underwear. But they did look good.

"Can somebody help me?", you called and heard the curtain move just seconds later.

You didn't even turn, used to random people helping in those situations. "I can help with that".

"Rúben, you shouldn't…".

"Shh".

You could feel his finger untangling the straps and doing the clasps. But before you could turn to face him, he bent down to kiss the side of your neck. When his hands went to your hips, you forgot for a second where you were and just leaned back into his touch. But a noise made by the crew startled you and you separated from Rúben quickly.

"We're working. We can't…".

But he wasn't listening anymore. He just grabbed your face so he could kiss you and you barely allowed him to touch your lips.

"My makeup. How am I going to explain it being smudged?"

"Are you wearing any?"

"Are you serious? Of course I am".

He leaned forward, impossibly close to you, and stared at your eyes. It was hard to keep eye contact but you managed. He then moved to your lips and smiled. "Yeah, I guess I can see a bit of product there. But it can be reapplied, right?"

"Stop it", you said, pushing him away from you and leaving the changing area.

Yeah, you could understand now what he meant by the shoot being challenging. But you were professional and a couple of hours later, you heard the magical words it’s a wrap.

“Where are you staying?”

The voice startled you and you held onto the shirt you were buttoning up for dear life. “Rúben! You can’t come inside. I’m getting changed”.

“I just spent 3 hours with you by my side wearing the smallest underwear I’ve ever seen in my life”.

“Really? You need to go out more”.

He rolled his eyes, before staring at your bare legs. “Besides, I’ve already seen everything there was to see”.

“It doesn’t mean you can see it again”.

“Not even if I say please?”

This time, you let him get closer and kiss you. And of course, you left with him. Much better than going back to the hotel.

Back in London, you continued working non-stop. The Armani campaign was about to be released and some other brands wanted to work with you before that.

And for the second time in a month, you got to work with someone you knew well. But this time it wasn’t Rúben, but your friend Andrea.

“I love your hair”, she said the moment she saw you.

“Thanks. I had to cut it for a job but I’m really into this style”.

“Looks amazing on you”.

Catalogue shooting wasn’t the most thrilling part of being a model but it was pretty simple. And the crew you were working with was always fun to be around. So when it was time for a break, you all ordered food and chatted about everything and nothing while eating.

“Are you free this weekend?”, asked Andrea while you were getting ready to carry on shooting.

“I think so. Why?”

“Kepa has this event and I can’t go so we thought you could go with him. It’d be good for networking and all that”.

You met Kepa after working with his wife Andrea and became really good friends with both of them. It wasn’t the first time he had invited you to an event but…it was usually events that Andrea was attending too.

“I don’t know if it’s the best idea. I’ll be there as what? Your husband’s companion? What if people start to make up rumours?”

“It doesn’t have to be weird. Plus, it’s a very informal event. There might not be any press there at all and there is no need to dress up. It’ll be fine”.

“I’ll think about it”.

And that you did. Andrea kept sending you info and it really was a great opportunity to network. Also, the topic for the event sounded very interesting so you really wanted to go.

That’s how you found yourself arriving at the venue with Kepa by your side.

“Are any of your teammates attending the event too?”

“Why? Are you interested in any of them?”

“Kepa…stop. We’ve had this conversation before and no, I don’t like any of your teammates. None of them is my type”.

“You’ll break their hearts”, he laughed.

Kepa was busy talking to some people he knew so you decided to walk around saying hello to everyone. And that was when you saw him.

“What are you doing here?”

Rúben turned when he heard your voice and a big smile appeared on his face when he saw you standing in front of him.

“I was invited to the event. You?”

“I’m here with my friend”.

The word friend made him frown. “Another model?”

“No. Actually, another footballer”.

Rúben started to look around until his eyes fell on Kepa, the only other player that was currently there. “Him?”

“Yes, he’s my friend. Any problems?”

“You can do better than him”.

You laughed, not believing what you were hearing. “He’s married to my friend. We’re just friends, you idiot”.

“Is she here too?”

“No, she’s busy today. That’s why I’m here”.

“Big boy Kepa can’t go to places alone? Does he need you to babysit him?”

“Have you always been an asshole or am I just noticing? Don’t speak like that about my friend”.

Spotting Kepa, you left Rúben standing alone, staring at you while you walked towards your friend. His eyes never stopped following you around the venue and you could tell. But you avoided him.

Rúben kept trying to get your attention but you pretended not to notice and it was driving him insane. So when it was just you and Kepa standing next to the food, he decided to go introduce himself.

“Hey there, mate. Nice seeing you here”.

Kepa stared at him. They had never interacted outside of the pitch. “Sure. This is my friend…”.

“I know who she is”.

Kepa looked at you, frowning. So you had to clarify the situation for him. “Rúben and I did a shoot together recently. You’ll see it soon”.

“Right”, laughed Kepa. “Well, good to see you too. We gotta go…”.

“Maybe we could chat for a second”, he said, looking at you.

“Maybe I want to go with Kepa instead of chatting”.

Kepa kept looking from you to Rúben and then back, not understanding anything that was happening but if you wanted to leave, he was going to help you.

“She’s right. We need to leave now before my wife gets back home”.

When Rúben saw Kepa grab your hand to lead you to the door, his jealousy grew even more. “You have to make sure you finish before she gets back?”

Hearing that, Kepa let go of your hand immediately and before he had time to say anything, you had already slapped Rúben’s face.

“Don’t you ever insinuate something like that about me”.

Kepa had two options. Following you or copying your actions and slapping Rúben too. But even if he would have loved to do the same as you, he chose to follow you since people were getting closer to see what was going on. And his team had enough dramas to worry about.

"What was that about?"

"I would like to know too".

"Did he bother you at that shoot? You could complain to the brand or something. And if he's harassing you…".

"Kepa, I appreciate you worrying but it's nothing like that. I…I met him at a party a while ago and we hooked up. And then we met at the shoot and hooked up again. But I don't know, he was acting like a jealous boyfriend or something. And saying that about us…who does he think he is?"

"You were right to slap him. I wish I could have done the same".

You shook your head. You weren't an aggressive person. Actually, you avoided conflicts as much as you could. But hearing Rúben say that was too much. You couldn't not react.

Kepa invited you to stay over for dinner and you were a bit wary to say yes until you saw Andrea was back. She was fuming when she heard what had happened.

"Well, the good thing is you don't have to see him again".

"Actually…", her words made you realise you had to see Rúben again. Very soon. "We need to do an event to promote the campaign. I can't say no, Andrea. It's the biggest job I've ever done".

"You have to go", said Kepa. "Don't let him affect your career. Just pose with him for the red carpet or whatever and then you can stay away from him".

"Yeah, I'll do that".

But it was easier said than done.

Rúben had tried his hardest to apologize. He didn't even know what got into him to talk to you like that. Well, he knew. Jealousy. But what right did he have to be jealous?

Still, he apologized on social media and even sent flowers to your agency. But got no response from you.

"This is what he'll wear", said the stylist, bringing the suit Rúben would wear to the event. "So we have to pick something that goes well with it".

You tried ten different outfits and none pleased the Armani team. But then you spotted a little black dress that no one had looked at.

"Can't go wrong with an LBD, right?"

They turned to see you holding the dress and one of the stylists shrugged. "Might as well see how it looks on. With those long legs of yours, it should look fine".

So you tried it on and it fit like a glove. The exposed back and the length gave it the sexy touch the brand wanted. You were promoting underwear not coats. But the front was more conservative, so it was sexy but still classy.

They paired it with some black heels and someone put your hair up in a messy bun to see how the neckline looked. You looked absolutely perfect. And you couldn't help but smirk thinking how it was going to drive Rúben insane.

But the first person you saw at the event wasn't Rúben, it was Gina.

"Hiii! Oh my God, you look gorg!"

Her smile was so fake, you feared she would get a migraine from the pressure on her jaw.

"I know".

"And you got to work with that hottie you slept with that one time. Where is he? Still single, I guess".

"I guess. But he told me he doesn't like obnoxious blondes so maybe don't waste your time".

"You're always such a bitch!"

"Not always, Gina. You just bring out the worst in me. Such a talent!"

Everyone was getting ready for the red carpet and it was then that you finally saw Rúben. He stood next to you but didn't even acknowledge you. Was he for real?

Once on the red carpet, he turned quickly to look at you and placed his hand on the small of your back. Your bare back. It was easier for you to just smile at the camera even if you didn't feel like it but he managed to do it as well.

You kept turning to show your outfit, placing your hands on his arms, shoulders or even chest.

"Stop moving", he whispered. His hand never leaving your back.

"I'm just doing my job. But nice to know the cat didn't get your tongue. Or were you just waiting to talk until you could accuse me of being a homewrecker again?"

"I messed up and I tried to apologize".

"Try harder".

The photographers thanked you and you started to walk away from the carpet, knowing Rúben was right behind you. When you turned your head to see him, you could see the way he stared at your body. He noticed you looking at him so we walked faster to catch up with you.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say something like that. I don't even know why I did".

"It was a very disgusting thing to say about someone you barely know".

"Again, I'm sorry. Please, let's pretend it didn't happen".

"Hi! Ruben right?", hearing Gina's voice, you closed your eyes to try to get rid of any murderous feelings.

"Yeah. Do I know you?"

She was now looking at you. "Be nice and introduce your friend".

"Who's the friend? You?"

Her fake laugh made you cringe. "She's so funny. Hi! I'm Gina".

"Rúben. Are you a model too?"

Oh God… "No silly, but do you think I could be one?"

"She's just an influencer who follows anyone with over 10k followers on Instagram around. If you slept with her, the whole country would know before you even finish".

Seeing Rúben's face made you laugh. He looked so uncomfortable.

"We gotta go, G. Everyone wants to see the stars of the event".

"You're just the accessory. He is the star".

Now she was showing her true colours. "Better than being the one that got a pity invite".

After a couple of seconds, Rúben caught up again.

"Are you going to roast me too?"

"You would deserve it as much as she does. But if you want to be told how amazing you are, Gina will be here the whole night".

"I have to be with my fellow star".

"Not your accessory?"

"I don't think you'd ever allow anyone to treat you just like an accessory".

"No one should allow anyone to treat them like that".

The whole night you had to be paraded around telling people about the collection and just hearing over and over again how great the campaign was. You knew that already. The photos were everywhere you looked and they were terrific. You knew that photographer was good but seeing the results in front of you made you realise how truly lucky you were to work with her.

"Do you like them?"

"Yes. These will be on my showcard for fashion week for sure".

"What's that? The card, I mean. I know what fashion week is".

"It's this little card with a couple of photos and my measurements. I have to take them to castings to give to the casting directors so they have all my info if they decide to hire me for the job".

"Interesting".

"You could model when you retire from football, you know?"

Rúben raised an eyebrow. "I don't know. I feel ok taking my own photos but working with photographers is weird".

"They stop you from doing stupid poses so it might be weird but look at the result".

He would have said something about your insult but could just stare at your fingers drawing invisible lines over the photos. Your fingers moved along the lines his muscles created and you seemed hypnotized by what you were doing.

He leaned towards you so he could whisper in your ear. "You know you can touch the real me too if you want to, right?"

"And yet you only get to touch me in the photos".

"You sure?"

His hand was now back on the small of your back and he could see the goosebumps caused by his touch. After looking around to make sure no one was there, he leaned down to kiss your shoulder and you kept staring at the photos trying not to show a reaction to his touch. But also not moving away, craving more.

"What's your favourite photo of the campaign?", you asked, interrupting the kisses that were now getting closer to your neck. And you knew once the neck kisses started, it was game over.

Rúben looked around at all the photos. "That one".

You looked at the photo he pointed and it was one of you with your back to the camera. You were topless so your back was as exposed as it was at that moment and you couldn't stop smiling seeing the rest of the photo.

"Is it my beautiful profile you like?", you asked, copying the pose so he could see the profile twice.

"Sure. But that thong…that's the sexiest piece of lingerie I've ever seen and I've seen a few. And of course, it looks even better because it's you wearing it".

"Do you want to know a secret?", he nodded. "That's what I'm wearing tonight. They let me keep the whole collection".

"You're kidding".

"Shame you won't be able to find out if it's true or not".

You left the room but not before turning to see Rúben unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. Yes, you were driving him insane. And no, he wasn't going to find out if you were telling the truth or not. Should have thought twice before pissing you off.

After that event, Rúben tried to contact you but you ignored him. So he had almost given up. That was until he had to play against Chelsea. He obviously didn't make a great first impression in front of Kepa but perhaps they could talk, man to man, and fix that. So when the match ended, Rúben tried to find him quickly to talk to him with the excuse of needing to shake his hand after the match.

"So, your friend…".

"She's too good for you, brother. And you messed up and she doesn't give second chances. Sorry".

#ruben dias #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias one shot #ruben dias angst #ruben dias x y/n #ruben dias x reader #footballer imagine #footballer one shot #footballer angst #footballer x y/n #footballer x reader

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aethersocietyofficial · 6 months ago

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♡ HELLO WORLD! ♡

I am SO SO SOSO pumped to FIIIINALLY officially introduce the ~AETHER SOCIETY~! (^O^)/

We're a RAD, SMART, and ♡TOOOOOTALLY ADORBS♡ group that is SUPER DUPER DEDICATED to preserving the REAL goal of Lady Lusamine and the REAL Aether Foundation!! We felt the way it's been going is so totally NOT KEWL <(｀^´)> so we decided to TAKE A STAND and put the world on the RIGHT TRACK!!! (*^.^*) We made this account for a *fewwwwww* awesomesauce reasons- to SPREAD THE WOOOOORD ＼(^o^)／, to *sometimes* posting supercute mems of supercute Pokémon because they're *supercute*!!!,,, and to get the universe PUMPED! RIGHT! UP! for our STELLAR REVIVAAAAL!!!! ♡♡ヽ(´ー`)人(´∇｀)人(` v´)ノ ♡♡

SPEAKING OOOOOOOOF here's the SUPER COOL LINK to our SUPER COOL MISSION STATEMENT by the SUPER FABULOUS DR. ZENO!!! MAKE SURE TO GIVE IT A REEEAD ~♡

Please also see posts tagged with "mission statements" for updates regarding this document. We are always learning and expanding more as a society.

(Other post links since I forgot to reblog these off of this post when I made them oops.)

OOC post

OOC character rundown

*BUT ENOUGH OF ALL THAT BOOOOOOOORING STUFF,,,, DONTCHA WANNA MEET US????*

♡♡ I'LL GO FIRST!!! ♡♡ ehehe~ (`･ω･´)

My name is Hydie! ♡♡ Soo cute right?? ♡♡

I go by she/her, I'm originally from Kanto (ugh.. (；一_一)) but I'm an Alolan girl at heart~♡. I'm super stylish at 19 FOREVER!! I'm also this awesome blogs CREATOR AAAAAAND I run it and the rest of the Aether Society as its leader!! So you'll be hearing a lot from Lil ol meeeee~ (^_-)-☆ I've got a big team of ♡♡ADORBS LITTLE CUTIE BABIES♡♡ and I CANT WAIT to show them all to you!!!

This is my FAAAAAV picture of me, in case you REALLY wanted to know how cute I was ;)

Ignore the weird guy behind me! He doesn't matter.

Hello. I am Dr. Zeno, the leading and only scientist of the Aether Society. I am also the goal coordinator. I am the one you will speak to if you have any questions regarding our mission statement (which will be posted soon) or any other scientific inquiry. Enclosed is a photo of me in my former uniform. I am told I will need to update it soon. I go by they/them and am an adult. (I do not feel the need to disclose my age).

I have since ranked up from an entry-level scientist.

WHATS UP GANG ITS THE BOY COMIN AT YA!

You already know what fuckin TIME IT IS- YATT TIME BABY! My full name is Wyatt but that's such a dork-ass name so I go by Yatt- AND DONT NONE OF YOU BITCHES CALL ME WYATT OR I SWEAR I WILL FUCK YOU UP!

(Hydie says I'm not allowed to swear, but we'll fuckin see about that huh?)

As a former Pokémon Ranger, Team Plasma agent, AND Team Skull agent (Guzma is a weak-ass shithead by the way) I've kinda been around the block a few times- which is why I do the dirty work when these two softies don't wanna do it lmaooooo. I got a Team of absolute fuckin killers and I'm not afraid to use them or my fists- that shit is up to how much you piss me off, YA FEEL?

Oh and yea I go by he/him and I'm 21- and I'll TOTALLY buy you fireworks and shit too hmu. Here's my picture so you can find me ahaha

I look like a TOTAL DORK I know but I swear to fuckin arceus I'll update it soon alright

♡♡*AAAAND THATS ALL OF US!!* HOPE TO SEE YOU GUYS AROUND SOON- WE'RE SOOOO EXCITED TO MEET YOU!!! ♡♡

(^^)/~~~

#pokeblogging #pokemon irl #irl pokemon #pokeblog rp #villain blog #villains #unreality #//ooc post coming soon and will attach to this post

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sploopyghost · 16 days ago

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The thing about being reborn is that it's a little disorienting. You go from not knowing any other languages to being surrounded by people who speak a different language and the difference in culture throws you off. At least she was reborn in Paris so the sights weren't bad. She had a second chance at life and so far it wasn't bad, she has plenty of friends and is doing great in school. Everything was great and then she met Luka. She has to do a double take to really make sure she wasn't hallucinating and that he was really standing in front of her. The Luka Couffaine was there talking to her friends, that could only mean that she was reborn in miraculous ladybug. A lot was going through her mind all at once, like why was Luka going to her school but she held back. She had to keep it cool, to Luka this is their first time meeting so it would be weird if she acted like she recognized him

Luka's pretty cool, he's chill and little mischievous so it didn't take long for him to be part of the friend group. She learned that while Luka attended their school Juleka went to Francious Dupont and since it was an expensive school only one of them could go. She doesn't understand how the school can have such a good reputation because if it's anything like it was in the show than that place is a hell hole. She did get to meet Juleka when they were hanging out on the boat but only briefly. The first time she ever thought that she might be changing the plot was when she and Luka started dating. She didn't want to be involved in the plot and really didn't want to be involved with Marinette and her friends since things always happened around them. She was fine with Luka joining their friend group since he's rarely ever included except for moments when he's the love interest. Which is actually why she decided to start dating him. Besides the fact that he's her type in the show he was treated more like a second option. So why not date, we're both happy and Luka avoids being stuck in a somewhat one sided relationship

As she was walking back from the convenience store she noticed someone hunched over having a panic attack. She went over to help calm them down and as it turns out it was Adrien. Honestly this is the last person she expected to meet and having a panic attack no less but she couldn't just leave him. She took him to get slushies to calm him down since it was pretty clear he wasn't ready to go back. As they were talking he told her that he was in the middle of a photo shoot on break when he started panicking and ran off. She wasn't going to ask what caused it since he seemed uncomfortable telling her so instead she took him to her friends. For the rest of the day they hung out and kept him company until it was time for him to go back. It looked like he was genuinely enjoying himself. Not once did he fake a smile or a laugh, he was a little awkward in the beginning but it was clear he wasn't the best at social interactions were there are no expectations for him. She felt kind of bad, in the show it often told how Adrien had plenty of friends in the class but it never showed him hanging out with them other than one episode. Just this once she decided to throw caution to the wind and invite Adrien to hang out with them whenever he felt like it

Turns out "whenever he felt like it" meant pretty often. She and her friends didn't mind of course but they did have to change his clothes so fangirls wouldn't spot him. It was refreshing seeing him look so carefree and having fun without having to worry about his fans or Gabriel. As more time went on Adrien kept hanging out with them to the point she thinks he hangs out more with them than he does with the class. At some point they started sneaking him out and teaching him how to take advantage of situations to get out of the house, it helped that his bodyguard gorilla was on their side and sometimes covered for them. The second time she thought about the affect she might have on the plot was when she noticed Adrien had a crush on one of the girls. Lexi's a cheerleader we introduced him to when we took him to one of the games since he's never been. It's pretty clear he's smitten especially when he asks them how he should ask her out. She thought about how this could change the plot but what was she supposed to do break them up. No, she decided to let this go, Adrien is his own person and deserves to choose who he wants to date, besides it would be a little hypocritical to date Luka because he chose to date her and at the same time keep Adrien from dating for the sake of Marinette having a chance

The third time she thought about how the plot might change she didn't have to think that hard because she knew it would change drastically. It was when they were all hanging out watching a show one of them really wanted to see. When they were laughing at how dumb one of the characters was that was when Adrien decided to tell us. "I think I'm going to switch schools". She couldn't believe it, and judging by the look on his face he wasn't just thinking about it his mind was already made up. They asked what school he would switch and to little surprise it was theirs. While they talked she couldn't help but think about how this would change everything, but just like like when he and lexi started dating she let it go. She won't make decisions for him and if this something he really wants to do then she's not going to stop him. She along with the rest of her friends will support him in his decision but she can't help but wonder how the class will react to him switching schools

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #adrien agreste #luka couffaine

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lurkingshan · 1 year ago

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I've been following your discussions on ephemerality vs permanence, control & voyeurism, and on that theme I'd be interested to hear your thoughts on Boston having that video of Mew and Ray. It seems odd that he'd hold on to it for two years, without their knowledge, only to use it in a power play that isn't even fully about Mew. What do you think is happening there? I feel like it has to play into the power dynamics in his relationship with Mew, the way they hold each other in apparent contempt but stick together, as well as Boston's voyeurism and how he'd delight in holding some sort of compromising secret against Mew without his knowledge, but I haven't got any fully realised thoughts about it yet, so I'd love to hear your perspective.

Hi anon, thank you for asking! I have mentioned before that it feels like we're still missing a lot of information about this friend group and their history together, so there may be some information coming to give context to this particular incident and why Boston felt the need to record it. But my current suspicion is that his decision to record and keep this was not initially that deep or sinister.

Boston is a photographer; his instinct is to document what he sees. In the very first episode, he was walking around with a camera taking pictures of the surroundings. In the second episode, after he asked Nick to pose for some photographs, we saw how serious he is about this when it was revealed that he has his own private dark room. Most student photographers would use a dark room at school (think Ink in Bad Buddy), but Boston has built his residence around his photography, indicating this is much more than a casual hobby for him. He tells Nick that he likes to have mementos of certain people and moments in his life, and he hangs on to the photo strip from his first hookup with Top (I don't think it's a coincidence that his first time with Top has a connection to his love for photography; that's a signal that this was meaningful to him).

In accordance with this interest of his, Boston is a natural voyeur and keen observer of other people. He notices everything that is happening with his friends, and he is always documenting it, even if just in his own mind. He knows about Ray's feelings for Mew; he also knows Mew does not feel the same. He knows Mew has a chip on his shoulder about his virginity. He knows Top needs to feel like an alpha. He knows Nick can be appeased with some vague weasel words and a small bit of affection. And he uses all of this information to his advantage when the need and opportunity presents itself. He seems to have little to no qualms about doing so; Boston ruthlessly pursues what he wants and he doesn't really have any sense of loyalty.

On top of that, I tend to agree with you that Boston has some kind of longstanding issue with Mew. The way he digs at Mew about his virginity is hard to miss. It might just be that Mew's self-righteousness about sex grates on him on principle, and he wants to knock him down a peg. Or it could go deeper. I have been reading it as something of an inferiority complex, given that we know Mew is also a top student. Perhaps sex is the only arena in which Boston feels superior to Mew, and so he wants him on his playing field so that he can beat him at something. When he first hooked Mew up with Top, he clearly expected Top to sleep with him once and then move on, like he did with Boston; the fact that Mew actually got Top to pursue him seriously threw Boston off and pushed him into a bit of an obsessive spiral over Top.

So, back to your question: why did he record Ray and Mew doing whatever it is they did a couple years ago? At that time, it was probably simply because he saw it, and his instinct is always to observe and document. Boston is someone who likes knowing things and keeping a record, and he always has a camera ready. I'm not sure there needs to be any deeper reason than that. I doubt he recorded it with the conscious thought that one day he would use it to humiliate or expose them, though depending on how early this issue with him and Mew and sex popped up, he may already have been thinking that Mew is a hypocrite and here was his proof. But even if that wasn't the case then, when he saw an opportunity to use Ray's feelings for Mew to his advantage in his play for Top, he pulled this up from the archives and recognized it was the perfect ammunition. And as I mentioned above, he has no qualms about using it to his advantage.

Tagging in @chickenstrangers who I know also had a lot of thoughts about Boston's photography, and @ranchthoughts @waitmyturtles in case you have anything to add on the voyeurism thread.

#only friends the series #only friends #ofts #thai bl #shan answers

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milkybonya · 2 years ago

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slip ☆ big naughty

order 070, anon: large taro milk tea with banana tapioca pearls, pudding, and regular tapioca pearls for big naughty

! : suggestive (kissing/making out), swear words/explicit language, a lot of bickering, kind of cliché and fast paced

# : enemies to friends to lovers, fake dating, academic rivals, big naughty (Seo Donghyun x gn reader, ft. bestie Haon

[💌: yes i keep using old photos of bigna because he looks cuddly n sof and what about it !!!! also my fav song from hopeless romantic is papillon. and why is he going to so many festivals pls do a world tour sir we're waiting]

"oh, fuck off y/n," Donghyun snaps.

"i literally just want to sit in my seat," you say, pointing to your spot that Donghyun is sitting in.

he scowls at you and sticks his tongue out, turning back to his friends.

"what the fuck is your problem?" you sigh. "why can't i just sit in my seat?"

"your mom," he replies, laughing with his friends.

you groan and sit in his spot instead. he watches you carefully, trying to find more things he can pick on you about.

"what did you get on last week's assignment?" he asks.

"your mom," you reply with a smirk, proud of your retaliation.

"touché," replies Donghyun. "well, i got 99%."

"i got 100 so suck it," you say, turning back to him and sticking your tongue out.

you hear someone laugh and recognize it immediately as your friend, Haon. he walks into class and sits in his spot usually next to you, but currently taken by Donghyun.

"suck it fr, Donghyun," Haon says, opening his books.

"shut up, you can barely even pass half the time," Donghyun whines.

you burst out laughing and Donghyun smiles to himself.

the two of you are sworn enemies, academic rivals.

"but you guys enjoy this, don't you?" Haon asks you as he eats his lunch with you in the cafeteria.

you shake your head.

"he's so annoying, i can't stand him. he's literally so dumb and immature."

Haon shrugs, continuing to eat.

that week in class, a new assignment is announced. you're ready to do research and present the best ppt ever... until they say it's a creative project... and a group project, too. a group project in pairs. assigned pairs.

"i'm placing the two rivals in this class together because i'm sure if you actually work together, you can get something spectacular done," your teacher explains.

all eyes on the class turn to you and Donghyun. you can see Haon laughing somewhere within your peripheral vision as you try to look straight ahead.

"y/n and Donghyun, you'll be the first group to present. come take your assignment sheet."

you look back to see Donghyun rolling his eyes and sighing, exaggerating his every move and sound. so, you get up and fetch the sheet yourself.

everyone gets 10 minutes to read the assignment over before the class continues, and you drag your seat to Donghyun's desk so you can both read it over.

"this is so dumb," Donghyun sighs.

"i.. think it's quite fun, actually! we're given a lot of freedom for the presentation.. what should we do?!" you ask.

"i say we write a song. i know a thing or two about music. and you can come to my place; i have the equipment," Donghyun quickly explains while looking down at his phone.

you sigh. this is going to be tough.

Donghyun's house is big, clean, and extremely organized. you look around like a tourist at a foreign museum, taking in everything and also trying to find any baby photos of Donghyun to use as blackmail. you find his class president promo poster on the door of his room and immediately take a photo.

"everyone's already seen that. it won't do much for you," he says nonchalantly, making you jump as he walks from behind you into his room and onto his bed.

"let's go to my studio; it's easier to work there," he says with a smirk.

deep down, he's excited. he's excited for you to see the studio and feel shocked. he's excited to show you that he's more than just a bookworm. why is he excited? he doesn't know.. well.. because he gets to show off and one-up you, right?!

you follow behind him, imagining his studio as a tiny closet with a cheap mic, but you're suprised to find a soundproofed room filled with art, a weird toilet-chair, and a setup that looks like it belongs to a producer.

"wha--?" your jaw is dropped as you look around.

Donghyun's face is burning up, your shocked face makes him feel so proud he could die right now and die happy.

"Donghyun, this is all yours?" you ask.

"yeah, it's whatever. anyways, come sit. let's figure out what we want to do," he says as he sits in his chair, leaning back and turning on the desktop.

it takes a while for you to come up with ideas because you're still so in shock, but eventually, the two of you come up with the bare bones draft of a song. by then, it's pretty late and you decide you should go home.

right as Donghyun is sending you off at the door, his mom walks in.

"oh, hey Donghyun! i'm home.. who is this? a friend from school?"

"i'm y/n, Donghyun's classmate. we were just working on a project together," you say with a smile.

Donghyun's mom smiles back and nods, saying goodbye to you along with his son who glares at you as you leave.

"what kind of classmate do you glare at as they leave, huh Donghyun?" his mom asks him once you're gone.

"a classmate i hate."

back in class the next day, you excitedly race to Donghyun to talk about the song you've made.

"i was thinking about it all night! i have so many ideas now... we can incorporate some of our favourite poets' work into the song.. we can also sample some classical artists because we're gonna talk about how copyrighting and stuff is a blurry line, right?!" you ramble on.

"excuse me, do i know you?" Donghyun asks, trying to glare at you but breaking out into a laugh.

his laughter makes you crack up, and you don't notice Haon staring at you. the classroom's biggest rivals are suddenly laughing together?

you spend all of lunch talking about the song with Donghyun, and you go back to his place that night to work on the song again. his mom brings you fruits and wishes you luck as the two of you keep getting more and more ideas for the song.

"what about a music video?!" you suggest.

"let's make Haon the villain," Donghyun jokes.

"hey, hey.. don't bring my friend into this!"

the next day, you use your lunch period to film the music video. at this point, all sorts of rumours are spreading throughout the school. most of them involve you and Donghyun dating.

"i heard from someone that you went over to his house and spent the whole night making out with him instead of studying. what do you have to say for yourself, y/n?!" Haon asks you before a class begins.

"they can all fuck off. everyone will see when we present that we've actually been working hard," you explain.

at Donghyun's place, the two of you meet to add the final touches to the song and music video. you're so invested on fixing up a specific scene that Donghyun speaking makes you jump.

"don't you think it's so dumb that everyone thinks we're dating," he says.

you raise your brows at him while your heartrate returns to normal. "you heard it too?"

he nods, running his fingers through his soft, dark locks.

"yeah," you agree with a scoff, "it's really dumb."

"what if we fake date to make them think they're right and then a week later or something tell everyone ha we were just pranking!" Donghyun explains with a toothy grin, his hair falling back into his face.

"huh? w-why would we do that?"

Donghyun shrugs. "because it's fun."

you don't see the fun in any of this.

"okay, if you agree to fake date me, i'll... purposely fail the next test."

you perk up at the sound of that and Donghyun smirks.

"deal, then?"

"no... what would fake-dating entail?" you ask, leaning back in your chair next to Donghyun.

he presses the keys on his keyboard as he speaks. "acting like a couple but not actually being a couple?"

"okay, i know that much, but are we talking full pda or--"

💌: (pda means public display of affection, things like holding hands, kissing, etc that a couple does!)

"gross!" Donghyun yelps, pushing you and covering his face as it turns pink.

"get your head out the gutter! we'll just go with the flow, nothing too wild," he explains, pushing the hair out of his eyes.

you find yourself agreeing and the next morning, the day of your presentation, Donghyun is at your front door.

"Donghyun?" you ask, shocked.

"we're dating, aren't we? so let me walk you to school," he says, slipping his hand into yours.

"fake dating," you clarify as you lock the door.

"well.. anyways, all ready for the presentation today?" he asks, pushing his glasses up with his free hand. he grins at you; a small, curious grin.

"yep! i'm so excited... i think the reactions will be legendary," you say.

you both try to ignore the butterflies you feel each time you look at your interlocked fingers.

"they're holding hands?"

"i told you they're dating!"

"is it a prank?"

"y/n just wants to make Haon jealous."

the whispers start the second you and Donghyun enter the school grounds while holding hands, and they don't stop.

Haon races up to you in class once you're in your seat, demanding answers.

"i haven't seen you in a week and you say it's because of this project and now you're holding hands with your sworn enemy?!"

you shrug in response and he sighs.

looking back at Donghyun, you find he was already looking at you. quickly, he looks away, his cheeks red.

"okay, class. let's start the presentations! Haon and Seunghoon can go first," the teacher says.

you watch your best friend sigh as he stands, shuffling over to the front. you cheer him on and watch eagerly as he presents, but you're also nervous for your turn.

well, you don't even have time to be nervous! you're up next!!

the class murmurs as you both walk up and Donghyun smiles at you, lovingly? you can't tell if he's putting on the fake dating act or if his small smile and warm eyes are genuinely shooting out love hearts for you.

you shrug it off and focus on the presentation. luckily, you and Donghyun both present without any mistakes, and both the class and teacher love it!

"i knew something good would come out of pairing you both together!" the teacher says.

after the class, so many people come up to you both with questions about the song. Haon jokingly tells everyone that no paparazzi is allowed.

"move back!" he shouts, gently pushing the students away.

while Haon is unknowingly distracting them, Donghyun whispers into your ear.

"on the count of three, let's run."

"one." he smiles at you.

"two." he takes your hand.

"three!" he pulls you towards him as he sprints out of the class and you trail behind him.

your laughter echoes through the halls as you both stop in an empty classroom to catch your breaths.

"why?!" you ask Donghyun, who shrugs his shoulders.

"this is so much better," he says, panting while smiling.

"agreed," you reply.

there's an awkward silence between you both and you look around the classroom, not noticing Donghyun's eyes on you.

"can i kiss you?" he suddenly asks.

"huh?!" you whip your head around.

Donghyun's eyes are sparkling. he's serious, genuinely meant the question he asked.

"yes," you reply, knowing you mean it but not knowing why.

before you can try to find out, Donghyun is pressing his lips to yours and cupping your cheeks. his kiss is warm, and soft. you see stars; you feel butterflies like never before. he's practically taking you to heaven but brings you back down the second he pulls away.

"i-i'm sorry," he says, sheepishly, looking ashamed but cute with his cheeks all rosy.

"no. i wanted to," you say, reaching for his hand.

why are you reaching for his hand? your body is acting on instincts that you aren't even aware of.

you hear a low whistle from outside the classroom.

"so this is where you ran off to?" Haon asks, stepping into the class.

you quickly let go of Donghyun's hands.

"you have a lot of explaining to do, y/n," Haon tells you.

an hour spent at a café with Haon and he's had his jaw dropped the whole time as you've been talking.

"okay and so basically now you both kissed and you're wondering if you have real feelings for him?" Haon asks.

you slowly nod, taking a sip of your drink. your friend shakes his head at you, smirking.

"you fucking idiot. you've had feelings for him this whole time and haven't known! just date him for real already," Haon says.

"it isn't that easy! who knows how he feels about me," you point out.

Haon laughs, "he asked if he could kiss you. you don't think he likes you?"

your phone vibrates on the table. Donghyun's caller id flashes on the screen.

"answer it," Haon says. "i bet he wants to confess."

"hello?" you speak into your phone, stepping outside of the café so you can hear better.

"hey.. you're not busy, are you?" Donghyun asks in a small voice.

you look back at Haon. "no, why?"

"about what happened today.. i want to say that i don't regret it. i wanted that.. and i still want it.,"

"what do you mean?" you ask.

"i like you, y/n. for real. let's date.. for real?" he asks.

"you idiot. why aren't you telling me this in person," you joke.

"because i'm shy. answer me first," he whines.

you laugh, telling him that you feel the same.

"everything is happening so fast," you say.

"you're right, but let's not waste any more time. do you wanna come over?" Donghyun asks.

Haon looks up moments later to find you rushing in to grab your things.

"i'm so sorry Haon, i've gotta go," you say.

"just go. go to him," Haon says, sipping on his drink.

at Donghyun's house, his mom invites you in and you walk straight to his studio. the second you knock on his door, he opens it. clearly, he's been waiting.

and he wastes no time before he pins you to the door and his lips crash onto yours, tenderly melting against you as his hands slowly come down to wrap around your waist. he sighs in relief as your cool hands cup his warm cheeks, pulling him closer.

"was that okay?" he whispers after he pulls away.

"yes.. we like each other and we're dating now, right?" you ask.

Donghyun shyly nods. he takes you by the hand toward his chair, inviting you into his lap after he first takes a seat.

"wanna watch a movie with me?" he asks.

in class the next day, the two of you act as normal... as normal as a couple who were enemies before, then fake dated and are now dating for real could act.

people still don't know if your relationship is real or not, and some snobby popular girl comes all the way to your class from hers just to find out.

"it's real.. right? Donghyun, you wouldn't be dating your rival.. right? c'mon, i know you like me--"

she's cut off by the sound of your boyfriend scoffing.

"excuse me? like you? who even are you?" Donghyun asks, not even looking at the girl but instead focusing on drawing circles on the back of your hand as he holds it in his.

the girl is dumbfounded and storms away. you look at Donghyun, surprised that he stood up for you. he kisses your nose and giggles.

"i have to get used to this," you say.

"used to what?"

"you defending me for a change."

Donghyun shakes his head at you.

"get to your spots, everyone! we have a test today," the teacher says.

you look back at Donghyun before going to your desk, and he throws you a wink.

it's after class that you realize why--he kept his promise. he purposely failed his test because you agreed to fake date him.

"why would you do that, though? we stopped fake dating," you explain during lunch.

"but you still agreed, and a deal is a deal," he says with a small smile.

that night, you go to Donghyun's house again. in the studio, you recount the events that happened with that dumb popular girl and how Donghyun failed a test for the first time. you both laugh your heads off until a long silence prompts you to speak again.

you kneel down so you're eye-level with your boyfriend as you say, "Donghyun, you did really well today. i'm so proud of you. you did so much for me.. i don't deserve it."

"can i kiss you?" he suddenly asks without hesitation.

as soon as you nod yes, he presses his lips to the corner of your mouth, below your lips and above your chin. his touch as he gently caresses your cheek with his thumb is warm and soft. when he pulls away, even though you weren't kissing him, you miss the feeling of his lips on you.

his eyelids flutter open and he stares at you with stars on his eyes, his cheeks dusted red.

you unconsciously whine and pout, wanting to kiss him, making Donghyun break into a smile.

"you missed," you say, pointing to your lips.

"you're crazy," he tells you, but he still kisses you for real this time and butterflies rage within you as he pulls you onto his lap. it feels like you're melting onto his chest as one of his hands hold the back of your neck and the other your back.

Donghyun's phone starts vibrating on his desk but he pays it no mind, fully focusing on his racing heart and how sweet you taste, how warm you are to hold and how much he loves you.

he tells you this, breathes and mumbles it against your lips and you have to hold onto him because you feel so weak.

"D-Donghyun i can't.. i need a break.. my heart is exploding," you stutter.

he holds your waist and lets you lean back, admiring you.

"you don't think my heart also feels like there's warfare happening in there?" he asks with a toothy grin.

"i hate you," you say while smiling.

"oh? why are you sitting in my lap then?"

"fuck off."

"did you mean 'fuck me' instead? cause i will--"

"SHUT UP!" you shout, standing up.

Donghyun is a laughing mess, clapping his hands together and gasping for air.

"i'm sorry," he says with a smile, reaching for your hand as you jokingly turn your back to him.

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simnostalgia · 1 year ago

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can’t lie dude there’s a massive difference between somebody having a photo of their teen sim in an underwear and “proship” where people openly support incestuous and pedophilic relationships. between you and me (and i’m saying this on anon bc i don’t want to get involved with any of this 😭) all of this is dumb but there’s a massive difference between falsely accusing somebody over THE SIMS and somebody who thinks it’s fine to look at art of a grown ass adult fucking a child because it’s fiction. your concerns are valid but you’re getting that mess of discourse mixed in with this for nothing. had a fun time on your blog while it lasted tho

super long rant but...

I've said this before and people got mad at me but like... I don't disagree with anything you're saying honestly. Like, OBVIOUSLY a full grown adult shouldn't be fucking a child. That's FUCKED UP.

But I mean, clearly the people who said that didn't think so? I mean, isn't that sort of the problem with this sort of thinking? Everyone thinks that THEIR extremely specific idea of what is and is not reasonable to assume is the right one.

I mean, take furries for instance. Doesn't anyone find it weird that we don't target furries that way? I mean, you may argue that "Well, anthro animals DON'T exist so we're not worried about protecting them" But we've seen SEVERAL groups of furries that have actually ended up being active zoophiles but not many groups of fanfic writers who were actually pedophiles working as some sort of cabal.

Like, I'm not trying to throw furries under the bus. But why do we all assume that we understand that it's harmless as they understand the difference between fiction and reality?

I'm not arguing that it's RIGHT or WRONG, I'm arguing that there seems to be no cohesion in what most of the 'progressive sphere' regards as being kosher.

Why is it that we assume someone writing that sort of fiction is some sort of deviant and not just someone who want to see the actors portraying those characters together and yet assume differently for any other kink?

I think there is an ulterior motive to cause bouts of accusations and recrimination in queer spaces and that young queer people were wrong made to believe that this would benefit them, when really this rhetoric just feeds alt-right orgs like Gays Against Groomers.

They know what they're doing. And many progressives in our spaces don't want to hear it because accusations have become a good way to get rid of those you don't like with flimsy evidence and even flimsier arguments. Once someone asked me to help them get rid of @blueheavensims because he was making poseboxes that were 'kind of rapey' and when I was like "'would you be willing to help me contact that advertisers for hunter420x's website, who has actual animations of children being molested" she was like "no, sorry".

and while I'm not naming names, this is someone that many of you know and respect as a simmer with 'good values'.

This isn't about what you should and shouldn't be allowed to write because honestly that was never the issue. It was about giving young progressives the rhetorical tools to destroy themselves for petty interpersonal drama while the right reaps the reward of figuring out how to get queers to accuse THEMSELVES of being pedophiles by co-opting progressive language.

Everytime I see a 20 year old with a 'dni proship' i assume its someone who would spit on an actual SA victim before helping them. You just pretend to care about this shit because it makes you feel like a better person when you're trying to ruin someone's life.

TL;DR: Write whatever the fuck you want. The people who will get mad at you generally care less about you doing it than how it looks. They'll tear down the person who said something they don't like over the actual powerful pederast every time. It's all performative bullshit.

Like, it's not that hard to see what most of you are doing, you're NOT that slick.

#VERY much done pretending any of you actually care about the things you say you do #proshitter #pro shit #pro shipper #proship

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year ago

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More TEXT CONVOS!! (Also I want you to know that you can disregard the drabbles ! I just hope you're doing well and taking care of yourself 💗💗) 💺 anon

🍊) My little (brat) princess

🍊: I hid a bag in our closet. If you find it, do not open it. 🍒: Well now I kinda want to look for it 🍊: Please don't. 🍒: :( 🍊: I'm serious. 🍒: What even is inside? 🍊: It's a surprise.

🍒: About to take a bath, alone 🍒: No one here to wash my hair for me 🍒: Or leave kisses on my neck and shoulder 🍒: Or run their hands down my body 🍒: HOW ARE YOU AT THE FRONT DOOR ALREADY??

🍊: My love for you is like diarrhea 🍊: I can't hold it in 🍒: Am I supposed to say something nice?

🍊: How would you feel if I shaved? 🍒: Please just tell me you didn't 🍊: Well... 🍊: Yeah I was just kidding love 🍊: WHY DID YOU TELL LEMON WE'RE GETTING DIVORCED?

🍒: How much until your cute ass gets home?? 🍊: I'll be there in less than an hour ❤️ 🍒: Prepare yourself because the moment you step in I'm gonna jump in your arms and attack your pretty face with kisses 🍒: I can't wait to cuddle and hear you complain about the mission 🍊: I'm so in love with you

🍊: [1 image attached] 🍒: Screaming, crying, shaking, shitting, pissing, banging my head againts the wall, ripping my hair out, clawing out my heart, slamming my fists on the table 🍒: You look lovely

🍒: Hello my mandarin 🍊: We're not doing this

🍒: I think Tan hates me 🍊: Excuse me? What made you believe that? 🍒: That was meant for Lem 🍊: Why would you tell him you think I hate you? 🍒: Because he's very funny and I love to gossip with him 🍊: I'm funnier than him actually. And that still doesn't answer my question 🍒: You didn't ask me to be your valentine :( 🍊: That's because we've been married for 8 years, I assumed you're already my valentine 🍒: You have to ask :( 🍊: Fine. Will you be my valentine? 🍒: Yes :) [Tan reacted with ❤️]

[Unknown number]: Hello my beautiful wife. I am curently writing this message to apologize and ask for your forgiveness. Please unblock me. Yours, Tangerine. 🍒: ENOUGH

🍋) Silly goofy guy

🍋: How's my favorite person in the world doing? 🍒: What did you do? 🍋: Jumping to conclusions I see 🍒: Lemon what did you do? 🍋: Promise you won't get mad 😆 🍒: I promise 😊😊😊🔪😊😊 🍋: I broke your heels 🍒: ... 🍒: Well did you at least take some photos?? 🍋: You know it 🤪 🍋: [5 images attached]

🍋: Should we play minecraft? I wanna finish our train 🍒: Tan said he doesn't want to :( 🍋: Tell him to mind his business

🍋: I was drinking bubble tea and choked on the balls so I spilled the drink everywhere 🍋: Now Tan won't even look at me

🍋: I've been looking for my gun for 2 hours only to realize I don't have it anymore 🤣🤣🤣🤣💃🥳😆😼😼

🍒: He's my little anal ☺️ 🍒: ANGEL 🍒: ANGEL I MEANT ANGEL 🍋: THE WAY I SCREAMED 🍒: DON'T SHOW THIS TO HIM 🍋: HE'S LOOKING AT ME NOOO 😭😭

🍊🍋🍒) The fruit bowl

🍒: Do you ever just 🍋: Yeah, but 🍋: Yk? 🍒: Damn man I sure do 🍊: Is this why you two created this group chat? 🍋: Actually it's so you can like and subscribe 🤯👽❓ 🍒: But first, a word from our sponsor!! 🍊: I'm so done with you both

🍋: Should I dye my hair? 🍊: Absolutely fucking not 🍒: Pookie no it won't look as good as it does now!! 🍋: Love you guys 🫶 🍋: I already bought the hair dye 🍊: WHY DID YOU EVEN ASK? 🍋: I'm in a silly goofy mood 🍋: So green or blue? 🍊: I will smash your head through a window 🍒: LEM LISTEN TO US!! 🍋: Yo I kinda look like the joker

🍒: [2 images attached, it's photos of Tan and Cherry hugging] 🍒: These look so good! 🍒: Lem best wingman AND photographer 🍋: Fucking finally. It was getting annoying 🍊: Would you stop it already? 🍒: Yeah, it wasn't THAT bad 🍋: [1 image attached, text convo of Tan talking about Cherry to Lem] 🍊: DELTE THST RIGHT FUCKING NOW 🍒: 🤣 🍋: Oh I know you're not laughing Cherry 🍋: [1 image attached, text convo of Cherry gushing about Tan to Lem] 🍒: THAT'S MESSED UP

+ bonus 🍊: Made her laugh today and I can't get it out of my head 🍊: It's driving me nuts 🍊: I must've looked fucking stupid the way I just stared at her 🍋: Talking about her again? 🍊: Who else do I ever talk about you nob 🍋: So did you ask her out? 🍊: What do you think? 🍋: I'm thinking no because you're a pussy 🍊: Fuck off

🍒: Ok so I was talking to him earlier today and he just put his hand on my shoulder and got really close to my face but I feel like he was mostly looking at my lips. Maybe it was just my imagination 🍒: Anyway, does he do this to everyone? 🍋: Girl

hii angel!!! I really do want to be able to write them for you, I’ll keep them in my inbox and will def try to do one of them, but if not, keep them noted down and I’ll get around to them eventually 💓💓

THESE ARE SO FUN!!!?? loved them all, especially..

^ why would he tell us if he doesn’t want us snooping??????

^ lem would be the mediator, trying to rationalise tan not to shave (even if he was messing) he doesn’t want to see his bro with a baby face

^ ALL OF THAT😭😭 and then, you look lovely. I HAVE A PICTURE IN MY HEAD AND I NEED TO ADD IT bc it works well and obviously bc it’s hot 😩😩😩😩😩😩

^ tan would be acting like he doesn’t know lem😭

^😭😭😭😭😭 we just have random half conversations (but we each no exactly what the other is thinking) and it just annoys tan sm. “what did you think about that thing?” “that was so crazy. what did you think about that other thing? not that thing but another thing?” “holy shit man, but did you see?” “RIGHT? and then?” “omg😭”

^ lem got the receipts 😭😭😭😭

^😭😭😭😭 “bc you’re a pussy” and “girl” lmao

#ask #💺#tangerine headcanon

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mom0ny · 1 year ago

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tense dinner

Halina finds herself in front of a rather gloomy mansion, reminiscent of the haunted houses in her horror books. When forced to enter, she looked and analyzed everything in that place, family paintings, artistic paintings and extremely nauseating photos.

Olivia: It's a really beautiful place when we're not outside.

Halina: yes, it's very beautiful.

Guy pushes Halina: walk and stop talking.

Halina was irritated, but when she looked at Olivia she calmed down, she needed to execute the plan perfectly. The two entered a very chic dining room, a table full of food and a lit fireplace.

Boss: how rude, gentlemen, why did you chain these ladies up?

Guy 2: but sir.

Boss: Please release them.

Halina became suspicious. Being released did not mean freedom, any suspicious movement she made would lead to her death.

Boss: welcome, ladies.

Halina was prepared to give an answer when Olivia buried her.

Olivia: I see you like the color pink.

Halina looked surprised, she somehow noticed that the walls were salmon colored, but she didn't care.

Boss: what?!.. eeh it's not pink.

Olivia: It looks pink to me.

Boss: but it's not pink, it's salmon.

Olivia: I'm not blind, I see pink everywhere in this room.

boss: it's not pink! Do you think it's pink?

guy 1: i'll be honest... i hate pink.

Guy 2: me too.

guy 3: i see pink too.

Guy 4: yeah, pink.

Halina: are you blind? Salmon has a more orange tone of color than regular pink.

Olivia: I see the color pink more than orange.

Boss: but it's not pink!

Olivia: I see pink.

boss: oh my god, it's salmon- SIT DOWN FOR DINNER!

Halina and Olivia sat down quickly as a reflex to scream, but Olivia still wasn't convinced.

Olivia: it's still pink.

The boss gives an irritated sigh and sits at the table very angry, he didn't know whether to discuss important matters or whether to try to convince Olivia that he was salmon colored.

Chef:... feel free, the food is all yours.

Halina: I'm not hungry.

lie, Halina was very hungry, but she couldn't risk swallowing an unwanted seasoning present in the food... perhaps poison. The boss ate and savored while looking at them.

Olivia: so why are we still alive?

Boss:...I've never seen you in this area, and I don't know if you are a certain danger to business.

Olivia: what do you mean?

Boss: I want to say that maybe if I like you, you could get out alive *drinks wine*

Halina: were you the one who ordered the man to kill us in our village?

boss:... maybe yes, maybe no... do you think you deserved to die?

Olivia: you're making a lot of jokes, get straight to the point.

the chef eats his meal calmly, it doesn't even seem like two lives could die at any moment.

Boss: what do you want in this part of the city?

Halina: I don't think it's very important... or it's none of your business.

Boss: Maybe I can help depending on the occasion.

Olivia: did you... have a threesome?

The boss stops eating and looks at Olivia for a while: it depends.... are you looking for a threesome?

Halina looked at the cutlery on the table, anything would be a good option to take the fancy knife: they are from our group... 2 men and 1 woman.

Boss: hm... (clatter of cutlery) be more specific.

Halina: good...

Before Halina can complete it, she sees one of the men approaching holding a bag. By reflex, she ends up taking one of the cutlery and putting it in his hand, making him let go of the bag.

Olivia: A FORK!

Halina looks and realizes that instead of taking the knife, she took a fork.

(to be continued)

@wpk12art

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links-in-time · 11 months ago

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Link Fanfic - The Beginning of Something

Part 6

The midday sun rose over Hyrule. As the group of Link's and their new companion neared the Lanayru wetlands, they could make out the glittering reflections of the sun dancing across the shallow waters. Wild held up his Purah Pad to take a photo of the scenery while the others took in the view.

"Everything here seems so big!" Four remarked. "And I don't want to hear how that's 'just because I'm small'!" He followed up in air-quotes. Some of the others chuckled and Twilight gave him a hearty thump on the back.

"Is that Hyrule castle?" Wind asked, pointing off to the north.

The others followed his gaze and Wild answered his question.

"Yeah that's the castle."

"Why does it look like that?" Wind added.

Indeed the castle looked rather odd, even precarious, situated at the top of a very tall column of rock rising out of the ground. An enormous pit surrounded the castle like an impenetrable moat and a thick fog hung around the base.

"That, is a long story," Wild sighed.

"What could do that?" Hyrule asked, shielding his eyes against the sun with his hand.

"Ganon did that," Maari replied. "That's where the upheaval started. They say the castle rose into the air, debris rained down upon Castle Town. The chasms opened all over Hyrule and the sky islands appeared overhead. It was a catastrophe."

"I remember how strange it was when the portals opened to the other eras in my Hyrule," Warriors mused, almost talking to himself. "It felt like the time lines were crashing into each other. That castle kind or reminds me of that. Everything out of place and nothing as it should be."

They continued down the hill until they reached the start of the wetlands. Four and Sky complained of hunger so they all decided to set down for a quick lunch. At the edge of a shallow pool surrounded by silver birch trees, the gang spread out to eat. Cheese and bread was sliced up and handed out. Apples were thrown from one to another until everyone had enough to eat. Despite the bright and peaceful afternoon, the conversation about the castle hung in the air.

"Is there anything still up there?" Legend asked. Time frowned at him. "What? Castles are always full of valuable stuff!"

"I don't know about that," Wild replied, taking a big bite of a shining red apple. "Wasn't much inside last time I was in there. Just monsters and rubble."

"Do you think there's still monsters in there now?" Sky asked.

"Don't see how they would get up there. I had to fly in from above to get in last time."

"Paya says the research team set up a series or ropes and ladders to get up and down." Maari spoke up, swallowing a moutfull of crumbly cheese. The others turned to listen. "Purah wanted to help Zelda get more books out of the library but they needed a safer way in than 'flying in from above.' So they built some ladders."

"That doesn't sound safe," Twilight commented, turning back to look at the castle.

"Doesn't sound monster friendly either, doubt there's anything living in there anymore," Warriors concluded.

"Though I hear Castle Town is booming again. Lasil says she does a roaring trade in plumbs during the season." Maari told them.

"Well we're going to need someplace to stay the night. I'm sure we could bear one more night at an Inn," Time suggested, pretending to grumble as though this was some terrible hardship. The others laughed and Wind actually did a fist pump.

"Alright, pack up and let's get moving lads. Er and... Lases..." Warriors stumbled over his words as he looked over at Maari. "Let's get moving."

As Maari got to her feet she fell into step with Four and Sky.

"Is he always like that?" She asked.

"Who?" Four asked, still working on his apple core.

"The Captain," Maari replied.

"Oh Wars. Is he always like what?"

"I don't know, shy. Stumbling over his words," Maari clarified for them.

"Haha!" Sky laughed, clutching his stomach.

"What my eloquent friend is trying to say is, no, Wars isn't always like that. He's quite a straightforward guy, though he's had to deal with a lot of pressure. Not that the rest of us haven't. But his was thrust upon him quite suddenly and he was hardly experienced with leadership."

"But he seems to take to it so naturally," Maari observed, watching Warriors scarf sway behind him as he walked.

"Yeah, he's a natural leader but the pressure of being responsible for people's lives tends to get to him. Perhaps more than some of us." Sky added, catching Maari's eye.

"I understand your nicknames for each other come from your adventures. So what's his about?"

"Warriors, or Wars, was kind of due to the fact that his Hyrule was literally at war with monsters and vilians. He lead armies and fought battles. In a large scale fight there's no better stratagist." Four explained. "But don't tell him I said that, his head will grow two sizes!"

Sky chucked and Maari smiled at the joke. But she couldn't help but wonder at the nervous demeanour the Captain had around her, verses the one he put on around his companions.

The rest of their journey across Hyrule field was fairly uneventful. Wild wanted to stop at the wetland stable and ask around for any monster sightings. But other than a few uncertain glimpses, no one had seen much trouble. They crossed the bridge into Central Hyrule and approached Castle Town along the road.

They were greeted first by the guards standing outside the gates of Hyrule Landing. Link recognised them and they were happy to let the group pass. The wooden fortress had expanded since Wild's last visit and there were Hylians, Gorons, Gerudo, and Rito everywhere. People pulling waggons of produce, unloading building materials, stabling horses, or heading for the main gates to Castle Town.

Maari had never seen so many people from all over the regions of Hyrule all in one place. It was a riot of colour, sound and smells. The scent of food drifted over the crowd, enticing weary travellers towards the nearest bakeries, Inns and eating houses. Despite not long having had lunch, Maari wanted to try every new food her rupees could buy. Time was keen for everyone to stay together and physically grasped Legend by the scruff of his collar before he could hurry off towards the market.

"We need to stay together or we'll get lost. This place is new even to Wild, none of us knows our way around here." He advised sagely.

"I agree, though I would love to explore we do have a mission to stick to," Maari replied.

"Alright how about this, we split into two groups, one group looks for somewhere to spend the night. The other group investigates any monster activity?" Warriors suggested.

"Not a bad idea. We could save some time that way. How do we find each other again?" Time asked, rubbing his chin.

Before Warriors could make a suggestion however an excited call from somewhere in the crowd interrupted his train of thought.

"Linky!" A woman's high pitched voice cried above the general clamour of the fort.

"Linky?" Twilight asked, looking around.

"Brace yourselves," Wild uttered, though only those closest to him heard anything.

A young woman wearing Sheikah colours and an enormous pair of goggles on her head burst through the throng, her gaze falling on Maari and the group of young men.

"You're back!" The woman lunged towards Wild waving a device in his face. "Didn't you receive my messages? I've been trying to contact you for a week now. It was almost like you fell off the face of the earth!"

"Well, actually Purah..." Wild signed, turning awkwardly to face the others.

"And who are these people?" The young woman asked, apparently noticing the rest of the group for the first time. "No wait..."

She held up a hand to halt any response then began to closely examine each of the boys. She occasionally wafted her small machine over them and appeared to be occasionally taking pictures.

"Hmm. Same temporal aura. Presence of the energy of the Master Sword in six, no, seven! This is incredible Link! Are you aware that these people are all incarnations of the Heroes Spirit?" Purah asked, eyes so wide Maari was afraid they might fly out of her head.

The others exchanged amused glances before Wild continued signing.

"Purah, this is the Chain. Yes they are all incarnations of the hero. What do you mean you tried to message me?"

"Oh that? I made some more Purah Pads and I sent some upgrades to your device so we could send messages to each other. Where have you been Linky?" She asked, gesticulating wildly. Had Wind been a few inches taller he might have been smacked in the face.

"Perhaps we could go somewhere else to talk?" Wild replied, eyes darting around at the small crowd they had drawn with Purah's outburst.

"Yes, let me show you my new lab!"

Purah's lab was situated on the north west side of town, near what used to be the moat. Upon closer inspection it turned out that a large portion of the building had been added onto the newly built stone, which hung over the edge of the chasm. Maari wondered at the safety and stability of such a structure, however Purah strode through the front door with no sign of hesitance.

"Josha! I'm back! And I brought guests!" Purah shouted, cupping her hands around her mouth for added volume.

Maari was half afraid the building might shake around them from all her noise. However, once inside the laboratory she was distracted by everything she could see around her. The walls were plastered with scribbled notes and what looked like detailed drawings and blueprints. Every avaliable work surface was littered with gadgets and gizmos, or parts for making gadgets and gizmos. Bits of machinery hung from the rafters, while dangling coloured lenses refracted the afternoon light around the room.

It was a bit of a squeeze to get everyone inside despite the spacious room, since every inch of avaliable floor space was pretty much occupied. There was just enough room to squeeze around all of Purah's mechanical projects for the group to stand together. Legend itched to touch something. He didn't care what, he just watched to touch something and make something happen. As though reading his mind Twilight placed both his hands on the Vet's shoulders, holding him ever so gently.

A sudden ruckus from upstairs drew the groups attention to the stairs which were almost camouflaged at the back of the room.

"Guests? What guests?" A woman's voice, who Maari assumed was Josha, echoed down the stairs.

A young woman appeared, also wearing Sheikah clothing and red glasses, though she was covered in colourful stains. Her eyes spotted Wild among the others and she beamed at him

"Oh Link you're back, it's so good to see you!" She exclaimed and it was clear she wanted to rush forward and hug him, however the clutter of the room prevented her. "Who are your friends?"

"Other heroes from other points in time, oh also a Sheikah warrior but I didn't ask about her. Anyway, Josha, did you hear back from the Sargent yet?" Purah explained, hardly pausing for breath.

"From another time? Really?" Josha asked, clearly amazed by this new information. However Purah was not about to let it sink in so easily.

"Josha focus, we can discuss this phenomenon later. Right now they might be able to help us with our problem." Purah snapped her fingers to get Josha's attention.

"Oh right yes, our problem," she said a little meakly.

"What problem is this?" Maari asked.

"The research team has been pulling artifacts out of the castle for weeks now. Sending them all over Hyrule to be preserved and studied. Zelda doesn't want a repeat of past generations where valuable information was lost after a battle with the Demon King." Purah began to explain, twirling her gadget in her hand.

"But two days ago three researchers went missing inside the castle." Josha continued, "Others have been in to look for them but they found no sign, only their abandoned equipment."

"If I could get some of my new equipment up and running I could scan the castle for heat signals, but I'm struggling to get parts from Robbie right now. Old codger keeps ignoring my calls," Purah grumbled.

"They could be lost in the tunnels?" Wild suggested.

"A team searched some of the underground chambers you told us about but there was no sign that they had been used recently. They have to be in the castle somewhere. But it's a maze and still quite dangerous. I know your memory is still a bit hazy, but you know the castle better than most. I was hoping you and maybe some of your companions might be willing to go rescue our missing Hylians."

Wild considered for a moment and Time shot him a glance. Wild nodded in response.

"We're on our way to find Zelda," Time said, speaking to Purah. "We didn't expect to stay here too long."

"However, if there's folks in danger, we're hardly gonna turn away," Twilight added.

"Exactly. I doubt all of us need to go. But Wild you could lead a small party, perhaps four of you?" Time suggested.

Wild nodded.

"Alright then that's settled. We'll help you find your missing people," Time assured Purah.

"Excellent!" She beamed, holding two fingers to her left eye. None of the others had any clue what the gesture meant so they just smiled. "Josha can take you to the barracks to see the Sargent. Good luck heroes!"

Without further ceremony, the group was shuffled out the door and marched along the street towards the central square.

"The Sargent is in the guards chamber up at the first gatehouse. Tell him Purah sent you and he'll sort you all out. Please be careful and do bring those people back." Josha instructed them before turning on her heels and heading back in the direction of the lab.

As they walked through the castle gates Wild couldn't help but remember the last time he had approached the castle. Alone, master sword in hand and the weight of the world on his shoulders. Now that weight was shared and the threat lay far away. Still, the castle high above their heads triggered more recent memories that he would be glad to forget. Before they reached the guard chamber, Time and Warriors were figuring out who would go up and search for the researchers. It had already been decided that Wild and Warriors would go, then it was just a matter of the other two.

"I'll go," Sky volunteered, raising a hand as they walked.

"You sure?" Time asked.

"Yeah, besides, who's better with heights than me?!"

"Alright, any other volunteers?" Warriors asked, scanning around for any more hands.

"I'll go," Maari said, a little quieter than she intended. She cleared her throat and spoke again "I'll go."

"Really?" Wild asked, raising an eyebrow. "You wanna go up there?" He jerked a thumb in the direction of the castle.

"I don't see why not. I've got keen senses and I'm a good tracker. I can protect myself and I can walk around almost unnoticed if I want to. If there's trouble waiting up there I can handle it." She stated, feeling a little offended at having to defend herself.

"Time?" Wild looked to the elder hero.

"Hey, don't look at me. She's not one of mine!" Time joked, gesturing at the rest of the boys. "I'm not responsible for her choices. If there's no other volunteers then I say she can go."

"Alright then, we'll get the situation report from the Sargent then the four of us will get moving." Wild shrugged, continuing up the path.

At last they rounded a bend and the great stone building that was the guards chambers stood before them. There were a few soldiers standing around outside and a few walking here and there. When Wild went to ask about the whereabouts of the Sargent they were directed to a large tent on the other side of the path.

"Ah Link! Good to see you back. Has Purah sent you to help us?" The Sargent asked.

Link quickly explained the situation and how four of them had volunteered to search the castle for the missing researchers. The Sargent was more than greatful for the help and that Link would be leading the team himself. He offered the rest of the group lodgings in the guards quarters and asked if they wouldn't mind helping with a few other tasks. Of course they leapt at the offer and set off where they were directed. Time hung back however to talk to the four volunteers.

"I want you four to be careful up there. Something about this seems off to me. In my experience people don't just vanish for no reason."

"Noted," Warriors responded with a nod. "Alright let's get moving."

The Sargent showed Wild and the others to where the ladders and pully system had been set up to access the castle. At the top of the gate beside the guard chamber a series of ropes connected to a doorway in the side of the rockface. Maari looked up at the rope ladders with trepidation. She wasn't afraid of heights, but she felt a little uncomfortable about possibly falling hundreds of feet into what looked like a bottomless pit.

Sky elected to go first, followed by Wild, then Maari, with Warriors bringing up the rear. Just as Maari feared the rope ladder swayed as she took her first step. It didn't move half as much as she expected it to and she waited until Wild was at the top before beginning her ascent.

"You okay?" Wars asked, though he tried not to sound patronising.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just you know..." She glanced down at the chasm and Wars followed her gaze.

"Yeah, I get it. Trust me!"

Without further ado, Maari scaled the ladder and soon found herself grabbing the hand Wild held out for her.

"Thank you," she breathed as she stepped forward into the passageway they found themselves in.

Warriors wasn't too far behind her and the four of them waisted little time in setting off through the lower levels of the castle.

The Sargent had informed them that the research team was supposed to be collecting documents from Zelda's study and anything that might have been left behind in the library. Therefore another split was dreamed necessary if they were to search the castle before nightfall.

Wild took Sky to find Zelda's study and gave Warriors and Maari specific instructions on how to reach the library. Including a short cut back to where they had started if they ran into any fallen debris blocking their path.

< Part 5 : Part 7 >

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liarist · 2 years ago

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Trust and Secrets

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Chapter 2 No warnings

I turned off everything and left the house. Another call was coming in, it was Jessy. I answered.

Jessy started a video call, looking very worried. Apparently, they found a woman's body in the forest.

I wrote in the chat about the topic while walking and messaged ??? about the call. Nobody has my number, only Hannah had it, and now the group members. This is strange.

"Is something wrong, Ade?" Phil asked, giving me a big scare.

"Damn it, Phil! You scared me," I exclaimed, placing a hand over my chest.

"Sorry, I've been talking to you for a while," he said. "Will you tell me what's going on?"

"I just… need something strong to drink," I told him.

"I refuse. You don't look well. I can bring you a coffee and something to eat," he offered.

"Okay, a chai tea wouldn't hurt," I agreed.

I went to a secluded table, and Phil brought me a cup of chai tea and some potato chips.

"Jessy mentioned something about a certain 'Adeline' helping with Hannah's case, that she's assisting," he said, making me almost choke on my food. "How is that possible? It seems like they don't even know you're from here."

"And it's better that way," I replied. "I've known Hannah for a while, and I've noticed some strange behavior. I offered her my help, but she didn't seem very interested in accepting it." I took a sip from the cup. "I told her about my line of work, and she confessed that someone was following her, but she didn't want to involve more people. So, I just gave her my card with my number in case she changed her mind in the future," I explained. "I didn't think she would actually use it."

"Why don't you tell the others who you are?" he asked, taking out some chips.

"It's dangerous…"

"What do you mean?"

"I received a threatening call," I clarified. "My presence might be threatening to someone because it wasn't in their plans for me to get involved in the case."

"What are you saying? You can come to my place."

"Are you crazy? What if something happens to you?"

"What would happen to me? Besides, I know how to fight. If we're together, nothing will happen," he said.

"I don't want to drag you into this, but I'll consider it if things escalate," I said, hoping he would leave it at that.

When I arrived home, I let Phil know that I had arrived safely and continued decrypting things.

What I found was a medical prescription, but it wasn't very clear, the resolution was terrible. I sent it to the hacker companion, and he said he would try to enhance the resolution to read it.

As I continued decrypting files, Cleo started messaging me. She began talking about Hannah and mentioned that she wanted to find out more and planned to go to the places where rumors were circulating.

"I can think of three places where rumors run wild: Mrs. Walter, the owner of the motel; Mrs. Sully, the gossip; and Phil Hawkins, the owner of Aurora Bar," she wrote.

The last one could be true; I originally found out about the situation while at the bar.

"The owner of the motel sounds interesting," I replied.

I continued working and found another photo of Hannah. I sent it to the hacker; I knew there might not be anything significant there, but one never knows.

My phone rang; it was a conversation between Jessy and Richy. I couldn't help but smile when Jessy said she connected well with me, although I was very curious about what Richy could say about me. How could he have any opinion if he doesn't know me? That caught the hacker's attention; apparently, he thinks Richy doesn't trust me, or at least that's what he implies.

"Do you trust me?" I dared to ask.

"If I didn't, do you think I would have given you access to Hannah's cloud?"

"But you don't even know me."

"Jessy is not the only one who has connected with you from the beginning."

That answer caught me by surprise.

Cleo messaged me again; she had arrived at the motel, but the owner was not there. She spoke with the boy outside, who happened to be the owner's son.

"I've talked to Alfie ☹️

He referred to me as 'the friend of the dead girl.' I told him Hannah isn't dead and asked who had told him something so terrible.

And he said he saw it.

That the faceless man had taken Hannah to the forest."

The faceless man?

"Maybe he saw a guy wearing a mask."

"It's possible.

There are many ancient legends here in Duskwood. The faceless man is one of them," she explained.

"You should ask Jessy about it."

"Alright, I will."

I went straight to Jessy's chat to discuss it, and she created a group chat to include Richy and have a conversation between the three of us.

I started preparing something simple and quick to eat when I received a call from Cleo.

"I've talked to Mrs. Sully," she told me. "Well, she saw Hannah right before she disappeared when she left the pharmacy. Mrs. Sully was sitting in the Regenbogen café, observing people from there. She always does. It's practically in the city center. But anyway, she said she saw Hannah leaving completely pale, holding something in her hand. Under normal circumstances, she probably wouldn't have thought much of it if she hadn't been so startled. She told the police, but I guess they didn't care much. That's all."

"What did she buy at the pharmacy?" I asked.

"I don't know, she didn't seem sick."

Night falls.

I prepare a cup of coffee and watch the conversation between Jessy and Richy. She was briefing him about the whole situation when Jessy starts a call.

"Alright, here we go… The legend of the faceless man is as old as Duskwood itself.

They say he lives deep in the forest and roams the streets of Duskwood at night. He marks the doors of those who have committed grave sins with a raven's sign, and on the night of the first new moon of the year, he returns to the marked houses to take everyone—men, women, children, guilty or innocent—into the forest, never to return."

Chilling, isn't it?

File detected!

It was a photo, but it seemed to be from the forest, some sort of cave. I sent it to the hacker.

The next day, I started chatting with Jessy, and she told me a bit about her family.

Angela and Phil are her step-siblings; Angela lives in Colville, and Phil is the owner of Aurora Bar, which I already knew.

Phil took over the bar after the previous owner left a year ago.

As I continued decrypting, I saw Thomas and Dan having a somewhat suspicious conversation. Apparently, there was a strange deal between them, and I wasn't the only one who found it strange.

The next conversation I saw was between Dan and someone named Poke; it was just as peculiar as the previous one. Were they talking about drugs? I didn't recognize any Poke involved in drug dealing.

The hacker sent me the enhanced version of the medical prescription photo. It said "ISRS," an antidepressant.

"Does Hannah have depression?"

"I don't know.

No.

It doesn't fit.

I'll be back later."

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes.

Everything's fine."

Clearly, something was off, but I didn't want to push it.

File detected!

I sent it to the hacker and went straight to Cleo's chat. She mentioned that she was going inside Hannah's house, hoping to find something useful there.

The phone rang. I answered the call.

Cleo started walking through the house, showing me every detail. She went upstairs and showed me the entire second floor when we heard a noise.

"What was that? Someone's at the door!" I could see the door starting to open, and the connection was lost.

I immediately called her back, feeling nervous, and the fact that she didn't answer didn't help. Then she messaged me, saying everything was fine and that it was Thomas who had entered. What was he doing there? He had been missing since they found a body.

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hdseojun · 1 year ago

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being told that he'd be the lead vocalist of the new group 'varsity', and even with the announcement of moving dorms, seojun can feel that he's definitely getting one step closer to his reason for being where he is today. of course, it's all thanks to his hard work and dedication that he's even able to claim a spot in the group, though he also thanks his looks for one of the main reasons why.

of course anyone who truly knows him would know that he's someone who would undoubtably use others around him as 'stepping stones' to get what he wants, though to anyone else who doesn't know him... well, that would forever be his secret. was he greedy? yes, he was. in fact that's one of the reasons why he became this way and even as he continues to run through the list of his new fellow members, he can't help but question who would possibly be the ones he'd get along with and who he'd butt heads with.

only time would tell. until then, he tells himself the same thing he always does in these situations — fake it 'til you make it.

he stands there, suitcase by his side and airpods in his ears as he watches his fellow members walking through their new apartment. for him it doesn't really matter which bedroom he gets, especially since they all get their own rooms in the end, so he's in no real hurry to decide on where his new 'private space' will be at from now on. as long as he has a door and a lock, he'll be satisfied either way.

it's not entirely like he plans on making enemies of his members, though the undeniable truth of him being used to being alone was there and showed even more at times when he was grouped together with others. maybe it was due to the fact that he grew up in the environment that he had which made him grow used to not really relying on others, or maybe it was because he just didn't really know how to interact with others as well as most did. either way he would at least do his best to make sure they all at least kept things civil. who knows? maybe he might actually grow close to those in his group... maybe.

after giving the others some time to choose their own rooms, seojun makes his way towards one of the free rooms that's left, glancing around and taking in the view before he places his suitcase on the bed. he unzips it and begins to unpack slowly, making sure to also organize everything as he does so. another thing about him was that he preferred everything to be tidy and in it's rightful place, a trait that he picked up from his father over the years. was he proud of this? well, it was one of the things he could proudly say he picked up from the man.

seojun stops the moment he picks up a family photo, eyes narrowing slightly as his gaze scans over each individual in the photo. his mother, him, and his father. now, he didn't exactly hate his father, especially since his parents had been completely supportive of his dream, though behind closed doors the two would occasionally have their moments of quarrelling over the most trivial things.

shaking the thoughts out of his head, seojun places the picture into the drawer along with a note before closing it, almost as if he's locking it away forever. the contents of the letter being words which helped keep him going, words that were not only written to him, but also spoken to him by his own father. all of them stuck with seojun over the years, though there was something specific that was told to him the day he began his journey to become an idol. words that would haunt him forever.

'if you're serious about this, then you better make it. don't think that, just because we're supportive of you going down this path that there won't be consequences if you fail. don't do something stupid to ruin your mother's reputation because if you do... well, you'll no longer be my son. remember what i taught you — don't trust so easily, do whatever it takes to succeed, do not make a fool of yourself and bring shame to this family and most of all... don't let anyone know where you come from. once you've made it? then you'll be able to claim a spot in this family.'

that's right, his family may seem like the perfect family to others, but despite his father giving him the 'ok' to become an idol, the man didn't truly believe in him. the only reason why he had agreed to it all was due to his mother's persuasion. if it weren't for her then he wouldn't even be where he is now.

a small sigh escapes from him as he plops down on his new bed, staring up at the ceiling as he mentally prepares himself for the phone call he's about to make.

"here goes nothing..." and with those words spoken, seojun digs out his phone from his pocket, scrolling through to find his father's contact name before tapping on the screen a few times and holding the device up to his ear. it rings a few times, even making seojun think that the man wouldn't pick up his call, especially since they hadn't spoken much since the day he entered the company. he's about to give up when he suddenly hears the familiar voice on the other side. "didn't i tell you not to contact me unless it was for holiday's or you finally made a name for yourself?"

those words cause him to scoff slightly as he sits up. "well, i guess i called when i was supposed to then. right?" there's a long pause, the sound of papers shuffling on the other end of the line. "just say what you have to. i'm busy and have a meeting soon."

of course, work had always taken priority over his own son, even back when seojun was a child it was hard to even have a conversation with the man or even receive the slightest bit of 'affection' from him. "fine, i won't waste your precious time. i just wanted to call and update you with the news of me being put into a group. not like you care, but it's called 'varsity'. thought you'd want to at least know that so you can have your assistant keep tabs on me, that way i don't embarrass you or anything."

more silence and more papers shuffling around, though this time his father's assistant can be heard in the background mentioning that it's time for the meeting. "don't screw this up." and with that, the line goes dead leaving seojun there to sit in silence as he stares off into space, thoughts running wild. what did he expect exactly? a 'good job' or 'i'm proud of you'? no, because the day that his father said either of those things to him? well, hell would freeze over when that happened.

this should be a happy occasion for seojun, instead it somehow felt like he failed. he was doing this all for himself but why did it still feel like he was doing it all just to try and please his father in some way? when it had been announced that he was one of the members, seojun had felt happy(?), but at what cost? either he played his cards right and he gained the love and affection of millions, or he fucked up and got disowned by his own father for 'embarrassing the family'. there was no in between and a part of him deep down just honestly wanted to hear the encouraging words of 'you did amazing. i'm proud of you' by at least one person.

he scoffs at the thought, smirking slightly as he stands and heads towards the door. instead of wallowing in self-pity, he'd rather head back to the label and get some practice in. it would help keep his mind off of things and keep all unwanted thoughts from slithering their way into his mind.

#hd:events #hd:bgd #{ he's happy i promise.. just got daddy issues no one knows about }

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