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rosie-moons · 3 years ago

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Beauty and the Beast 1 {} Tale as Old as Time || myg

~Pairing: worstboyfriendever!yoongi x travelenthusiast!reader

~Genre: Angst with a sprinkle of fluff

~Word Count: 3.4k

~Warnings: yoongi being the worst boyfriend 😥😥😥, reader crying 😔😔😔, very cliche scenes, a breakup (not the major part though), yoongi crying 😢😢😢, yoongi cheating on reader (YOONGI I SWORE IF YOU HURT OUR OC LIKE THIS I WOULD PUNCH YOU TILL YOU BLEED but you’re saved for the sake of this story 😡😡😡), reader being too forgiving, swearing

~A/N: well. i just had to give you guys angst after dp, didn't i? i know yoongi's stupid in here but pls don't get mad at him bc he's my bb and i love him too much 🥺. also HOMOPHOBES STAY AWAY, CHOHEE AND NARI ARE MY BABES AND I'LL PROTECT THEM NO MATTER WHAT!

~''~

In your relationship, Yoongi had always been the beast.

Missing dates, drinking at the bar and getting wasted almost every night, overall just fucking around… it was common sense that this was what boyfriends were supposed to do, right?

“Right.” was what you always thought- that boys were uncaring and stupid and undeserving of any love.

Well, any love except for yours.

Somehow, Yoongi always thought that you didn't deserve him, that you were the ugly, cold-hearted beast, that you were supposed to love him without anything in return.

And you always thought he was right; forgiving him after his sobbing apologies again and again, taking care of him after drunken nights again and again, convincing yourself that he really did love you again and again- until you decided this couldn’t go on.

No, you had a life outside of Yoongi.

You had dreams.

You had friends, a good social life, a whole group of boys who’d give you the universe if it meant you could be with them.

Why did you choose Yoongi though?

Why not any of those boys, some of whom were more attractive, more caring, treated you better?

~’’~

“Soulmates,” your best friend Nari huffed, turning her head to look at you. You were having a long-anticipated spa night together, cool cucumber slices resting on your tired eyes and some sort of coconut scented oatmeal mush plastered over your face. “You gotta stop believing in that shit, Y/N.”

You sighed.

“I’m trying, okay? It’s just that… I think… I think believing that one day someone will love you for eternity is better than living every day in heartache. At least it gives you hope, a reason to smile, I guess. Don’t you think so too?”

Nari paused for a minute, nodding subtly as she chowed on a cucumber slice. “Now that I think about it, I guess you’re right…”

You smiled, proud that you’d convinced her.

“...but nah, I still think you should face reality more than your imagination, you really have your head up in the clouds too much. All those fairytales- you know why they’re called fairytales and not realistic tales or something? Because they’re just to lull kids to sleep, all that perfect romance doesn’t exist,” her expression softened. “Hey, I really didn't mean to upset you... I was just- are you thinking about him again?”

You shut your eyes tightly, trying to stop the overflow of tears threatening to spill out. “I… no, I’m not. I just… I don’t…”

“Hey, Y/N, it’s alright…” She immediately scrambled off her massage chair, coming over to yours and pulling you into her arms. “He’s a stupid fucker who doesn’t deserve you. There’s so many good guys who’ll die to be with you, Y/N, I’m sure even Seventeen’s Mingyu would date you if you gave him a chance. Really!”

You sniffled, burying your face in your friend’s chest. “Not everyone’s obsessed with Seventeen like you, Nari.”

“Well,” She hmph’ed. “Are there any K-pop groups you like, then?”

“No.”

“How about TXT? Enhypen? Astro? You like none of them?”

“Enhypen’s okay, I guess…”

“There we go! Okay, okay, who’s your favorite member?”

“The one with the really nice smile.”

“All of them have nice smiles, Y/N. Do you know his name?”

“Uh… Sun-something. I think his last name is Kim.”

“Sunoo? You like Sunoo? OMG! OMG! MY BEST FRIEND LIKES SUNOO!” Nari jumps off the massage chair, making “whoop whoop” noises as she dances across the spa room.

A beautiful raven-haired spa attendant creaks open the door, stepping in. “Hello, ladies. I hope you’re enjoying your evening. I just heard… something, and was wondering if you’re doing okay.”

Nari freezes with her left foot still in the air, arms bent in an awkward position. She coughs, blushing as she scrambled to a standing position. “Yes, um, we’re doing fine. Thank you, er…” Her eyes flicker down to the attendant’s nametag, “Chohee ♥” scribbled in pretty cursive handwriting. “...Chohee.”

You flashed your signature wide smile, giving her a thumbs up. “Yep! Nari just gets excited easily, everything’s okay!”

She smiles back, pretty pink lips devoid of any lip gloss or lipstick. “Alright, then. Call me if you need anything!”

“Wait!” Nari calls after her as she proceeds to shut the door. “How are we supposed to call you if we don’t have your number?”

Chohee laughs awkwardly. “Oh… haha… I meant, like, physically call me, not, like, with a phone… haha… but… I mean… like...” She takes a page from the tiny notebook in her pocket, writing something on it. She hands it over to Nari. “Here’s my number, just don’t… spam me… or anything… um…” She clears her throat. “I hope we can… be… friends… or… something…”

Nari smiles shyly, accepting the paper. “Yeah… thanks, Chohee. Um, it was great meeting you…”

They giggle dumbly together before a shrill “CHOHEE! WE HAVE CUSTOMERS WAITING, YOU KNOW!” interrupts the glassy moment. Chohee immediately jumps back into professionalism, clearing her throat. “Sorry, uh… Nari…? Was that it?”

Nari nods.

“Yeah. Nari. Um, I have to go…”

“Oh, we shouldn’t be interrupting your work, should we?” She laughs. “Thanks for… uh… everything…”

“No problem.” They giggle again. “I really have to get going though… Bye.”

“Bye, Chohee.”

“CHOHEE SEO! IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE NOW YOU’RE FIRED! DO YOU HEAR ME?”

Chohee’s eyes widen. “Oop, gotta go. Bye!” She runs off, Nari yelling one last “BYE!” as she waves.

When she finally closes the door and meets your eyes, she’s practically jumping up and down, heated cheeks glowing a fiery red.

You quirk an eyebrow. “Now do you believe in fairytale love?”

She coughs, picking at a scratchy stud on her arm. “I… no… I mean… maybe…”

You clap your hands once, grinning as you watch your friend’s face burn hotter. “Well, would you look at that! For once, I’m not the one that’s crazily in love and stupidly giddy!”

“Stop, Y/N!” She whines, playfully hitting your arm. “And plus, um, our face masks are hardening. It’s time to wash them off. I’m going to the bathroom. Um. Bye!”

And she’s taking off towards the bathroom, the sound of running water jolting you from your thoughts about… him.

Yoongi.

You bite your lip, wondering how pathetic you could possibly be. He doesn’t love you. He probably has a girlfriend and is about to get engaged. He probably doesn’t even remember you.

You look up at the blinding white ceiling, the soothing forest sounds playing from the speaker you forgot about now your only source of comfort.

Because the last two were “probably”’s, but the first one was a fact- Yoongi didn’t love you, and he never did.

~’’~

“For the last time, Nari, I’m 100% sure she likes you back. Just text her, tell her to meet up with you, confess at some cute caf-”

“No, Y/N! You don’t get it, I’m, like, really, really sure she likes the coffee shop server we met the other day, they were practically making out and- oh god, don’t even remind me about the lovey dovey googly eyes!” Nari stomps her foot childishly as you sigh for the upteenth time.

“Nari, just-” Your eyes widen, a brilliant yet sneaky-ish idea popping into your head. “Actually, it’s okay if you don’t want to just yet. I advise you to go take a shower though, wouldn’t want to be stinky, right?”

“But I’m not going anywhere special-”

“HAHAHAHAHA it doesn’t matter HAHAHAHA just go, go take a shower, go go go right now!”

“You’re acting weird…”

“HAHAHAHA am I now?”

“Um. Yeah. Alright. I’ll go shower. Bye.”

“BYE!”

“You’re being very enthusiastic.”

“Am I?”

“Yeah… bye though.”

It was an ordinary Saturday morning with Nari lounging at your place, complaining that Chohee wasn’t paying attention to her. So you’d tried to convince her to confess- which didn’t work, by the way.

Anyway, with Nari now in the shower and screaming along to “Chandelier” by Sia, you were ready to launch your plan into action.

Swiping her phone off the counter, you typed in the password (which she’d told you, as you told her yours as well) as fast as your glittery fake nailed thumbs could manage, plastic click-clacking against the oil-smudged screen. Nari had a habit of never washing her hands before texting, even after some good ol’ cheetos or fried chicken.

You click on the Textalk app and swipe down until you find Chohee’s contact (written “Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑").

10:42 am

Nari Lee said: hey chohee :) u there? Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: nari Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: r u ok Nari Lee said: of course im ok :D Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: O-o hmm but u never use emoticons Nari Lee said: oh i just found out that i like them haha

10:43 am

Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: *raises eyebrow* Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: ok yeah im here, wassup? Nari Lee said: so… i was just wondering if ur free today for lunch, i have something to say to u Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: oh yeah ofc! where?

10:44 am

Nari Lee said: um how about magnolia cafe? @12? Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: awesome! ill be there <3 Nari Lee said: sweet!

~’’~

“So…” You say, casually sliding into Nari’s room. She’s in a fluffy white bathrobe, brushing her hair and singing to herself. “What do you say for lunch at the Magnolia Cafe today?”

She shrugs. “Why not? I just showered, anyway.”

You smirk evilly. “Great! Make sure to put on some makeup and wear something nice.”

“Got it!”

~’’~

“Y/N!” Nari whisper-yells to you. “What in the name of my fuckin’ soggy underwear is Chohee doing here?!”

You hum, unbothered, as you skim over the menu. “How should I know? Anyway, I’m going to order some brunch. How about you?”

“Y/N! Ugh, shut the fuck up, I’m having a life threatening crisis right now! And why is she looking at me? And waving?”

You just smirk, shrugging. “Oops, gotta use the toilet. Bye!” You then dash off towards an empty table right behind theirs, wanting to laugh like a commando mad scientist. Your plan was done, and now it’s just time to see if it works.

Chohee walks over to Nari, and you see her visibly gulp. “Hey, Nari! You said there was something important you wanted to say to me?”

“Uh… I don’t… no? I don’t have anything to say?”

“Oh? Ah, I see. You’re making it suspenseful. Haha, I think I’ve had enough suspense. Spill!”

“Um… I like omelets?”

“What?”

“I… I like plants?”

“Excuse me?”

“Uh, I like you- WHAT AM I SAYING?!” Nari’s hand flies up to cover her mouth. Chohee furrows her brows.

“You… like me? Like, like like me? As more than a friend?”

“I-”

Chohee leans over the table and kisses her full on the lips, the sight so endearing you chuck out your phone and snap 18 photos. When they separate, Chohee’s grinning, Nari’s face a dark crimson and her bottom lip trembling. She touches it.

“You… kissed… me…”

“Mhm.”

“So does that mean-”

“I’d love to go out with you, Nari.”

And they’re giggling again.

~’’~

“HAVE A SAFE TRIP!!” Nari and Chohee call after you for the 26th time, waving like maniacs. You smile.

“I WILL!”

This was going to be the most exciting 2 weeks of your lifetime- you were going to Italy.

Italy.

~’’~

The small coffee shop is cute, light Italian jazz music playing in the background. The wooden walls are adorned with pictures of the owner’s family, the sweet smell of coffee beans drifting in the air.

To put it simply, it’s perfect.

Perfect for an exhausted coffee lover like you.

“A latte, please-” You pause when the server furrows his brow.

“You… eh… wan’ coffee wit’ milk, no? Not jus’ milk?”

“I mean, um…” You immediately pull up your phone and type into Google Translate. “... caffe latte.”

He nods. “Non c’e problema!” And a minute later, your latte is in your hands, the delicious smell wafting up your nostrils.

You sit down on a cushioned seat, marveling at the decorations and how cozy and warm it makes you feel. Taking a sip of your drink, you smile.

The moment is peaceful and happy, the chatter of the other customers fading in your ears as you just smile. No one to interrupt your daydreaming, no one to come over and call your name-

“Y/N?”

Your eyes shoot up, a familiar pair of cat-like ones staring at you. His hair is black as night, swept carelessly against his perfect forehead. His cute pink lips are jutted out in a tiny pout, pale moonlight skin practically shining. He’s ethereal, and hasn’t changed one bit.

“Y/N?” He says again, tilting his head slightly.

“O-oh. Um. Hey, Y-Yoongi, um, didn’t expect to see you here…” You laugh nervously, scratching the back of your head.

He laughs too, sitting down in the seat opposite yours with a black espresso in his hands. “Yeah, I found a job here. You?”

“I’m on vacation.”

“Cool.”

You stare at each other, having nothing to say. It’s like you want to stretch this moment out forever, stretch it until it erases all the horrible things he said and did to you.

He speaks again. “How long has it been?”

“What?”

He closes his eyes, clasping the mug between his hands tightly. “How-how long has it been- since I last saw you?”

You look down at your lap. “2 years.”

Silence.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Your eyes start to wet, a lone tear slipping past your eyelids. There was no barrier now, more droplets following the first one’s lead and cascading down your cheek. “Stop.”

He doesn’t stop, instead choosing to nab at your heartstrings with more words. “I’m so sorry, I only realized how bad I fucked up when you left… I never stopped thinking about you, Y/N, I thought about you every fucking day-”

“Stop it now-”

“And I realized that I love you more than anything, that you were the treasure I held onto without even knowing I valued you that much. Why do you think I chose to come to Italy? Because I knew it was always your dream to visit here, and I hoped I would run into you somehow. I lived like that, in heartbreak and hope and desperate love and whatever the fuck else every single day, just praying you’d forgive me, praying that you’d come here and tell me that you still love me-”

“Yoongi.” You stand up, slamming the table. Your chest is heaving, breathing heavily as you try to take in everything that he said. “Stop. It. Stop saying sorry. “Sorry.” So what? Sorry won’t help anything, I don’t love you and we are over. In fact, there is not even a “we” anymore. You are you and I am me, completely separate, all ties cut, whatever you want to call it.”

“Y/N-” Yoongi’s voice is desperate, those forlorn eyes swimming with melancholy. You cut him off.

“Shut up, Yoongi!” His lip trembles, looking up at you. You feel a pang of guilt, but throw it away along with all your other feelings. Everyone at the coffee shop is looking at you two, the server mumbling something.

You don’t care.

No, you don’t care about anything.

Not about how much you missed him, how much your heart ached, how much you wanted to just fling yourself into his arms and kiss him- convinced he was a changed man.

Not about how he was pleading you right now, fat droplets rolling down his blanched cheeks as he whispered “I love you”’s over and over again.

Not about how the coffee shop server was hurriedly jogging towards you, incomprehensible Italian filling the air.

This was supposed to be a safe place.

The sweet scent and lulling conversations you fell in love with just moments ago, replaced with bitter words and the sound of tears.

You don't care.

Why are you crying, then? Why are those salty droplets cascading down your face? Why are you fighting so hard between your heart and your brain, trying to decide which to listen to?

Should you take him back, act like nothing has happened like your heart tells you to? Or should you give him the ignorance he deserves, leave the coffee shop and try to forget about this whole catastrophe like your brain says?

"Do you love him? Yes, you do. So choose me, your heart."

"Choose me, Y/N, your brain. I'm telling you to be rational."

You shut your heart out, brain taking over control. Yoongi deserves this. This of indifference, apatheticness, maybe even hatred.

“I don't love you, Yoongi.”

And you were out.

~''~

That night in your hotel room, you cry and cry and cry until the familiar “ding a ling ding a ling ding a ling ding dong” of a Textalk video call wakes you up from your thoughts.

You pick up, wiping all your tears until there is no trace of them left. “H-hey, Nari,” You hiccuped.

“Y/N, what is going on?” Nari’s eyebrows are furrowed as she tries to read your face. “It’s the first day of your dream vacation and you’re crying? Tell me what happened, please.”

“Yeah, you don’t look too good…” Chohee chimes in, sticking her head into the screen. “Don’t tell me you were robbed or something? Oh, no. No no no no. Please let it not be that.”

You smile halfheartedly, trying to change the subject. “Hey, Chohee. Staying the night?”

She nods, concern still painted over her face. “Mhm. But that’s not important, can you please just tell us what happened? It’s okay if it’s something small or stupid, we’re your friends and we’ll be here for you no matter what. We’re just… really concerned, and-”

“Yoongi.” Nari says suddenly, eyes wide.

“W-what? Y-Yoongi? What- what about him? I-I mean, I d-didn’t run into him, I-I’m just a-asking…” Your eyes are wider than cantaloupes, praying she wasn’t some psychic and had mystical powers or whatever.

She sits up from her previous lying-on-her-stomach position abruptly, looking at your stunned state. “Yoongi… do you remember he said he always wanted to visit Italy? He… was he there? Did you run into him?”

You are unable to speak, stuttering as your lip trembles. “Y-yes.”

Chohee and Nari both scream.

“THE WHAT?!”

“YOU RAN INTO YOONGI?!”

“Guys!” You yell, trying to somewhat calm them down (although you needed calming down yourself, too). “Stop! It wasn’t much, okay? Just- just some… talking, and then I left! That’s all!”

They look at each other, not sure whether to believe your explanation or not. Chohee opens her mouth a few times, as though pondering if she should speak or not- and no words come out.

“Really!” You exclaim, trying to convince them. You throw your hands up into the air for exaggeration, trying your hardest to look like you’re telling the truth. “We were like, um, best friends! Like nothing happened! And the coffee server didn’t come and shoo us out! He didn’t! And Yoongi didn’t cry or apologize or anything!”

Nari sighs. “Look, Y/N. I’m only saying I believe you because if I don’t you’ll bug me forever. But seriously, as your best friends, Chohee and I hereby promise to smack Yoongi in the face and shove skunk poop up his pretty nose. Right?” she looks at Chohee expectantly.

Chohee nods. “Yep. And don’t forget about the eating facial cream and drowning in turnip juice part. Y/N, I don’t care who it is, but if they dare to hurt you I will not hesitate to knock their teeth out.”

“If they even dare to insult you in any way, I’ll help Chohee knock their teeth out. I'll do most of the work, obviously, since... actually…” Nari pauses, biting her lip as she thinks. “Maybe, if it’s Mingyu that insults you, I’ll let him go…”

Chohee smacks her arm, rolling her eyes as Nari yelling a loud “what was that for?”. “For heaven’s sake, Nari! That totally ruined the moment.”

Nari shrugs, shooting Chohee a glare. “What, are we shooting a drama or something?”

You smile, looking down into your lap as your two friends bicker and give each other friendly smacks.

Maybe, just maybe, this world wasn’t unfair to you after all- you found happiness outside of Yoongi and the world of romance.

Maybe.

~''~

Okay. I did okay with the ending, right???? I did okay with the plot, right???? I didn't make Yoongi too horrible, right????

Right.

Okay.

Welp, anyway, remember to check my blog for updates on when part 2 is coming!

-*+ Rose +*-

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dimensionwriter · 6 years ago

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Mechanical Heart

Part 2

Male Android x Female reader

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This is a lot easier to qrite for some reason. So yeah, here you go, a second part. I would link the first part, but Tumblr has been weird for a while. So just look up Mechanical Heart on my tumblr and you should find it.

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You stood outside of your and Axel's boss newly conjoined office. Your arms was holding together the ten very heavily worded contracts you had to sign and keep. You glanced at Axel to see that his screen was a dull shade if black, but you can't blame him.

"What do you mean we have to live together?" You yelled in shock almost launching yourself out of the cusion chairs. Daniel, your boss, let out a low sigh while rubbing his temple. The golden android next to him, as you were intorduced as Screw, put a hand on his shoulder and stepped forward.

"We would like to ensure the our workers get alone quicker in order to ensure quicker work efficiency. So we require that all humans and androids must live together for their first month, unless meeting one of the exceptions: Married, Dating, housing with family or roomates, or any mental reason," Screw explain in gold cursive writing on their face with a dark black background. Your eye twitched as the words scrolled down.

"That's so weird. I dont know him at all," you said jabbing a finger behind me at Axel who was standing off the side. Daniel's thick eyebrows scooped down almost covering his eyes.

"That's the reason why we are putting androids and humans together under the same roof, so they can gain experience with eachother and build trust faster," Daniel explained leaning forward on his hands crossed together. You gripped the leather chair harder within your grip.

"We didn't do this with humans. You just threw us together last mintue, so why do I gotta be shove together with this android?" you yelled angrily leaning forward and slamming your hand on the desk.

"Are you against spending time with an android?" Screw wrote in bold cursive with a shock emoticon on their face. You mouth dropped open at the accusation. You, a racisit or speciest!

You leaned back into your chair and placed your hand onto your throbbing head. "You know for a fact that is false. I could care less if he was an android or alien or even Satan himself, but I will not allow a stranger into my home where I'm the most vulnerable."

You peaked an eye open with your one eye in a harsh glare. Today was not your day, was it? You should have just stayed in bed.

"Androids are made to be program to not cause any harm to humans unless necessary," Screw said with the writing scrolling up their screen. You had to roll your eyes at that bull. Androids are more human like than robotic like, hence their ability to fit in better with humans. So if one of them wanted to hurt someone, you were sure they could.

"So, you must be rooming with Screw than?" You asked removing your hand away from your face to look at Daniel. Daniel slowly raised an eyebrow at your question. "I mean you were divorced two years ago and I haven't heard of you dating someone, so I am to assume you are going to be following this protocol too. Of course, setting the example as boss."

Screw's face went pitch white and Daniel's face went blank. Are they serious? They weren't planning on following the rule that they set in place.

"Well, we didn't deem it necessary due to us not having to work in the field," Screw said with black cursive writing in a small font that was almost impossible to read. But training as an dectective has made you more aware of things.

Like how Screw was glancing at Daniel as if to get confirmation. He didn't add a question mark to the end of that, but with his more tense body language, it was heavly implied.

"You know what. We are the boss and you shouldn't be arguing with us. You will take this contact and go through it tonight together. And if you decided not to, you may want to polish up that resume," he growled laying his huge hand flat against his desk with a glare on his face.

After three mintues of you silently strangling him in your mind, he let you leave their office with a stack of stupid paperwork.

"You okay Axel?" You asked glancing over at him. He didn't say a word the entire thing, but looking at him now. It was easy to tell that he was angry, probably more than you.

"I am made to follow orders and I will do so," he wrote in that grey times new roman, but looking close enough, the bottom of the letters had a small red gradient on it.

"Yeah, so am I, but that doesn't mean you can't be angry at it," you said looking down at the high stack of paperwork. You didn't feel like doing this, but you have to.

You felt a tap on your shoulder causing you to look up at Axel. There was words on his screen, but they disappeared. You didn't even get a chance to see what it was.

"We should go to the desk so you can put the papers down. The documents don't need to be damaged," he said in his boring font. Axel turned down the hallway and started marching. Here you go again?

Keeping up with him was a lot easier somehow. He kept at a fast pace, but not so fast that you had to run. And due to his large frame, he created a division in the crowd making it easy to walk.

He lead you to a door with the name plate Axel on it with some serial code underneath. Most newer robots don't have serial codes on them anymore, guess he must be an older model.

"So, this is your office?" You asked walking up beside him. His lifted his hand to the silver screen on the side of the door. He gently placed his hand onto of it causing a dim silver light to flood the screen.

A small gentle hissing sound caused you to look forward in time to see the door quickly slide away to reveal the inside.

The first word you could use to describe this office would be boring. It was a huge space, almost as big as your bosses' office. But the stark bare white walls made the room feel souless. It didn't help that there sat a lone desk in the middle of the room. It was a dark maroon wood desk but had the thickest layer of dusk ontop of it. When was the last time that thing has been used?

"It's our office space now." The way Axel showed the message was odd. He bent down infront of you while slowly rotating his body, so he walked backwards into the room. His screen still facing towards you.

"This room is so plain," you complain walking in. You hurried over to the desk before dropping the files onto it. A huge wave of the dust exploded into the air, instantly making it's way into your respiration system.

You bent over coughing while fanning away the unholy build up. Actually being inside the room made you realize that everything was covered in dust. And there were spider webs in all the corners. How could an android allow this to happen?

"Plain," Axel typed tilting his head. You found the movement to be kind of cute on him. It went against the whole bad boy vibes his clothes were giving off. "It has all the neccessities needed to do the job."

You looked down at the dirty and dusty desk infront of you that looked like it was about to snap under the weight of the pile of papers.

"You must truly be amazing to work with only this sad looking desk," you said putting your hand ontop of it. Only for it to creak under your weight. "This thing can barely hold anything. It looks to be made out of twigs."

He screen looked down at the desk that was now arched downward from your weight. "I do not require a desk to complete my work. I simply just store all my data within myself and send in documents by myslef."

That would make sense for an android to not need a desk or a computer. For him, this may be just simply decorations. But you're here now, so some things are gonna change.

"Axel, you said this is our office space, right?" You asked lifting your eyebrows trying to hold your grin down. Axel's screen remain black, but he nodded his head at your statement. "So, I am allowed to add things in here that would help my work."

A question mark quickly appeared on Axel's screen before disappearing. Your smile peaked through causing a small giggle to come through.

"Yes, but may I ask why?" The text came up slowly as if he was weary to ask you. You put your hand ontop of your mouth trying to stop your fit of giggle.

"I'm going to turn this into the best office known to any man or android," you declared slamming your palm on desk. A loud snap echoed through as the desk underneath you, broke and crumbled.

You expect the desk to be sturdy, so most of your weight was on the desk. You arm folded in with the desk causing you to sail forward. You glanced down to see the different wood poking out as you fell towards it.

A black matte hand gripped onto your shoulder. You let out a squeal of pain as the gripped tighten and jumped your body over the desk. He let go of you causing you to stumbled forward right into his chest.

So they decided to give an android a six pack. You wanted to wonder why, but you weren't complaining at the moment.

Part 3

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So this is the second thing I have upload today and I am proud of myself. Please comment om this about your feelings about this series. I feed off you guys comments, so please do commet on any of my writing. Anyway, hope y'all enjoyed.

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1-800-seo · 5 years ago

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— 1-800-SEO'𝗌 𖧷 '𝖲𝗈𝗅𝗈 𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾' — \ 1 | 2 | /

— 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

— 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿/𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍

— 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌: 2655

— 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋: 2

— 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 90'𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐.

Your joints crack as you sit up in bed, you stare at the poster covered wall as your eyes adjust to the morning light. Taehyung shifts on his mattress on the floor a few metres away. The sun streams into the room through the slats of the blinds, honey glow lighting up the room. Your back aches as you stretch out your worn muscles. Last night’s activities tired out both your brain and your body.

You pad over to the chunky computer over by the window and switch it on before searching the room for your leather jacket. It’s on the floor underneath Tae’s feet, likely because it was discarded in a hurry to get some sleep. You rummage through the pockets until you find a small folded piece of paper, an old receipt, with a phone number and email address written in neat handwriting.

Once the slow computer has booted up, you load up the internet. The familiar ear piercing dial up tone You scramble to turn the volume down but it’s too late. Taehyung had already stirred and you’d jumped out of your skin. It scared you so much you have goose bumps and almost fall off your chair in the process of finding the volume button on the monitor.

Taehyung slowly sits up on the mattress, cradling his pillow like his life depends on it. His hair is ruffled and eyes heavy.

“What are you doing?” He mumbles out, voice croaky and low with sleep. “Sorry TaeTae, I was trying to ring up the internet but forgot that we played games on it on Wednesday night and didn’t turn down the sound.”

Apologetically you squeeze his knee, hoping he’ll be able to go back to sleep. You don’t like an overtired best friend, especially when yours gets extra cranky like a toddler. Luckily he lies back down and pulls his blanket over his head, most likely blocking out the light. You turn back to the computer and boot up the email program.

You input the email written on the paper, hands shaking as you type. You weren’t used to this, the email read ‘[email protected]’, it made you hyper aware that this doesn’t happen every day.

You begin writing your email to him, as you did so thoughts of gratitude and sentiment welled up inside. You u had to thank him for his kindness, after all, he spared you from a concussion.

The email read: Dear Jeon Jungkook/JJK,

Thanks for everything last night, it’s greatly appreciated. Your show was radical, and I’m sorry I bummed so much of your time. Hope we can meet again soon.

Sincerely, a loyal fan of yours, ~ ________~

You finished typing up your message and read it and re-read it for any mistakes. You wanted it to be chatty and casual but not overly casual so as to look like you don’t care. You left it at that and hit send. The paper airplane emoticon bounced in the digital wind as your email was sent though code to Jungkook himself. You got back in bed and hoped for your heart to stop fluttering.

By the time you received an email in your inbox that wasn’t from a school friend or an advertisement, it was the following Wednesday. You were having your usual hang out with Taehyung when the computer pinged in the background of your chatter. You just ignored it since a ping on your computer is usually just your school friends gossiping about how they want you to set them up with Tae, and went back to your sewing session.

By sewing, you and Tae weren’t exactly doing cross stitch, you were sewing on patches to his back pack and your denim jacket. After you had finished that, that was when you checked your ivory coloured, cube shaped computer monitor and spotted the sender’s name: Jeon Jungkook/JJK.

Tae almost had a heart attack when he saw it with his own eyes. To double check he brushed his fringe out of them. He grabbed you by the shoulder, and shook you back and forth. “Don’t tell me that’s the JJK! Are you serious?!” He exclaimed as he rocked your brain in your skull.

“I mean I think so, I emailed him on Saturday morning.” You scanned your brain for any reason why it wouldn’t be the real him, maybe a scam?

“Open it quick!” Taehyung jumped on the computer, spamming the enter button repeatedly. The email took its time opening, the loading bar going up bit by bit. Too slow for Taehyung’s liking. A few “come on, come on!”’s later and it popped on the screen in all its anticipated glory.

It read: dear ______, im glad to hear that youre ok. dont worry about ‘wasting my time’, you made a normal day exciting, and i cant thank you enough for that, doll. hopefully we can meet up some time? id like to invite you and your friend to my next scheduled show, don’t stress about travel, ill sort it, it’d just be nice to see you again and catch a bite to eat before the show. i want to see your pretty face again, angel. let me know asap.

yours truly - jjk.

As soon as you read the email, you shook with excitement and screamed. Taehyung had wide eyes and his mouth agape. “No. Freaking. Way.” He gasped, completely in shock.

“How did this happen to me? This is a dream, right?” You shake your head as to clear a non existent sleepy fog that could be making you hallucinate.

You look back at the monitor; the email is still there. “This can’t be real?!” You exclaim, turning to Taehyung on your swizzle chair, wide eyed.

“It has to be? This is a real email, it has his email address right there!” He pokes the screen at the point of mention. “It all seems legitimate?” You ponder, searching the screen any tell tale signs of a scam.

“I hope it’s not too good to be true... I want to be your future children’s godfather.” Taehyung said with a giggle, covering his bashful smile.

“You have to be kidding me, as much as I’d like to have his children, we’ve only met once!” You blush, cheeks going warm.

After all the fangirling, you decide to sort out the arrangements of your next meet-up, and exchange more heart fluttering emails as you smooth out the plans. A few emails later and the plans end up being that you’ll start the evening with catching something to eat on the boardwalk and then you’ll go to the venue for his next concert, meet Taehyung there, chill out in the green room, and then watch the show from front row seats.

The whole plan was unreal to you, unrealistic at its simplest, but you were excited nonetheless. The day came around sooner than expected and soon enough you were picking out the perfect date outfit with your best friend, as well as wondering whether to do pre-game shots to steady your nerves.

“Are you sure you’re ok with this plan, TaeTae?” You ask hesitantly, staring into the mirror and meeting eyes with him across the room.

“Of course I am, I’m just happy I get to see my favourite artist again in concert; never mind be wingman for my favourite girl. It’s extra special when those two events align though.”

Boxy grin on his face, he looks at the ground. “You’re the best, honey bear.” You say and pull him into a befitting bear hug.

“I’ve not heard that name in a while.” He chuckles under his breath and places a firm kiss on the top of your head.

“I know your mum used to call you that when we were little so I thought it fit you; my big honey bear, intimidating to others but so sweet to me.”

You release him from the hug and share a look that holds the bond of a years long friendship. “Right, what’re you going to wear then?” “Shall we coordinate outfits?” Tae asked picking out a camouflage bandana. “You could wear your camo print pants, and I’ll wear this?” He wraps the bandana round his head and fluffs his long dark wavy hair. His change of conversation kickstarts you back into the present reality. After that, you pick out a black sleeveless crop top to go with his advised pants, layered necklaces/chokers, and boots and put them on after you’ve adorned your pants with metallic dangling chains. Once you’re in your grunge get up, you shove your across the shoulder bum bag with any essential item you might need, such as lipstick, tampons, money, etc. and sling it over your back like a quiver. If you need it you’ll have to turn it round but it’s for the aesthetic so you ignore the inconvenience it creates.

A few hours later and you’re driving down the Cali roads in Taehyung’s 60’s Triumph TR6 with the wind in your hair and nirvana blasting on tape. Miles and miles of beach zoom by until you reach the board walk and you don’t stop until you reach the high end sea restaurants built to feed tourists.

Taehyung pulls up by the entrance and lets you out. He looks stunning in the golden sunlight, dark hair glowing amber in the rays. “Don’t have too much fun.” He lifts up his sun glasses before sending you a wink, saluting you goodbye, and driving away.

“See you at 8pm!” You shout over the roaring exhaust. He never turns around but raises a hand in a wave of acknowledgement as he drives away.

You step in to the restaurant to be met with the smell of sea salt and braised steaks. You scan the tables for a familiar face until you see a hand waving over the sides of a booth in the corner.

“Didn’t expect to be seeing you here.” You say coyly, sliding into the booth opposite him.

“Well, you know, I was just waiting for a beautiful girl, but I think I’ve found one who’s more to die for than the desserts here.” He pushes a lock of hair out of his eyes, it has a slight curl to it, even more prominent now that it isn’t as sweaty as when it’s most commonly seen.

“Oh, and who might that be?” You fold your legs and place your hands underneath your chin, looking into his eyes with a smile.

“I believe it’s you, babycakes.” A flush forms on your cheeks and he winks at you.

“So what do you fancy eating tonight? I think I have my eye on something...” He fully takes in your outfit, but you’re not sure his eyes are only on your outfit, maybe this croptop was a good idea after all.

“I don’t know, can you recommend anything? I like things that are creamy.” You reply, batting your eyelashes, feigning innocence.

“I’m sure I’ll be able to whip up something delicious for you, darling.” A waiter comes and starts their opening spiel, this sends fits of giggles through you both.

A date full of getting to know each other, flirty comments, and general adoration for each other later, your cheeks were hurting because of how much smiling you had been doing. JK was so charismatic it hurt.

Soon dinner was over and it was time to make your way over to the venue. Hand in hand you stroll across the board walk to get there. The way the sunlight hits the waves is enchanting and you find yourself stopping to gaze into the bay.

“What’re you thinking about?” He asks whilst resting his hand on the boardwalk railings.

“Everything, nothing... I just keep thinking about how surreal this is, I feel like I’m in a dream. Partially because I’m in the presence of a super gorgeous singer and partially because said singer asked to spend time with me and now I’m on a date with them. If that doesn’t sound like a dream, I don’t know what does.”

You laugh and cover your face. Suddenly you feel two warm hands on yours, peeling them back from your face. When you open your eyes you are met with Jungkook’s emoting doe eyes looking back at you.

“I completely understand, I have felt the same before, like reality isn’t the same, or like I’m dreaming; but we’re here now, we’re present, you’re here with me and it’s real.”

He pulls you into a hug, his arms enveloping your body. Most people would feel uncomfortable, especially since you just met Jungkook, however here with him on the boardwalk, in the setting sun, you feel safe. You feel like you are where you’re supposed to be. You stand there hugging him on the boardwalk for what feels like a long time, and then you pull away and grab his hand, continuing the journey once more.

“Thank you Jungkook, that was so comforting, I can’t imagine you’ve been in a similar situation but I really am grateful for being here in your company. Can I ask, when have you felt like this?” You feel his thumb rub small circles into your skin, such a soothing notion.

“I don’t know, from time to time... I guess it’s just the perils of the job. Don’t get me wrong, I love this, it’s what I’ve always wanted to do, but their is just some days where I really do feel disconnected. Show after show, blurring face after face, I’m on a high when I’m on stage but when I come down, I come down, if you know what I mean?” You notice his gaze is on the cracked sun bleached wood of the boardwalk.

“I get that. It must be hard every night to go from having the time of your life, to go back to normalcy once your feet touch backstage. I get that you’re just a normal guy who feels like a normal guy, but when people treat you like a god, it can’t sit right, can it?”

“Yeah, it’s like when I’m up there I’m deified but when I’m at home I’m the farthest thing from likeable.” He’s looking up, eyes turned towards the sky now, you wonder whether he’s doing this to stave off the tears.

“Jungkook, I know I haven’t known you long, but I can guarantee that when the lights are off and you’re home in your pyjamas, you’re just as likeable as the guy with the heavenly voice on the stage. I’m not saying this as a fan, I’m saying this as someone who wants to get to know you better, to see you when you’re not on stage, when you think you’re unlikeable, and to be able to tell you all the reasons why you’re so so likeable and worth so much more than you realise. No one is worthy of being deified, but you are certainly worthy of feeling loved.” You squeeze his hand tight in your palm to reassure him.

“Would you be the one to love me?” He turns to you and looks you in your shocked eyes. His are softened and tear filled. “I am not adverse to that... however could I maybe get to know you a little better first?” you say back, as lovely as this boy is, and no matter how much you wanted to love him, you couldn’t really say that yet.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so stupid, sorry for that, why would I ask that on the first date? What the hell? But also yes yes that’d be amazing. I’m so sorry though.” His cheeks flush and you can tell a mile off that he’s flustered, he’s still cute though. You giggle in return, “You’re too cute.”

And so you continue along the board walk, hands clasped together, you both make your way to his next show.

𖣔 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀! 𖣔

𝖫𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽

𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽!

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pan-princess-levy · 6 years ago

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from across the ocean

for her 15th birthday, levy receives membership to an international pen pal program.

[pen pals/long-distance relationship. 2nd-anniversary gift for my beloved bailey, @blackbloodrose20 ]

also read on ao3 and ffnet!

(although it doesn’t match any of the prompts, this is considered an entry for gajevy week 2019. rejoice with love!)

Membership in an international pen-pal program was not what Levy expected for her 15th birthday, but at this point, she was so lonely she was ready to accept everything.

She struggled to sit down with her broken leg, awkwardly stretching it on the small stool under her computer desk before pulling the box with the documents over. She could still hear the soft murmurs coming from downstairs and considered getting up to close the door.

Then she knocked her toes against the wall.

“Nope, not today. I’ve done enough walking.”

It was hard, to maneuver her fingers into the tight space between her computer and the wall, but after the third attempt, Levy managed to find the start button and turn the machine on. The whirling noise only worried her for a moment. Grandmere had suggested they could get a new computer soon anyway.

If she was even going to need that new computer.

The program had a forum and everything established. Levy looked up the rules and the suggestions of the server then searched up some more things about proper forum etiquette just in case. The registration only took a minute at the most. Finding a proper picture of her took longer and at last, she picked the one she found best from that visit to Paris from Christmas. (Her face looked horribly red from the cold, but it would have to do.)

The forum soon matched her up with her partner. Levy watched the animation process with curiosity. Her picture appeared from a small red dot that was supposed to be her hometown. The same red dot appeared somewhere in North America and a small picture jumped from it. A thin red line connected the two pictures.

A new tab opened, startling her.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard and she narrowed her eyes, urging herself to switch to English. The tab was almost empty, only containing a big box for messages and few small menus to the side with options for adding pictures, emoticons and other things she didn’t really care about.

A green dot by the side meant her partner was online, too.

Levy bit her lip. She could always quit. She could always put everything away and hand the documents down some other kid in town, then wait for her leg to heal up and do her best to be social.

Or she could try to be brave for once in her life.

FlowerLevy: Hello?

The three dots on the screen almost drove her insane. Levy nibbled on her nails.

the_dragon_warrior: hi? i’m gajeel. what’s your name?

FlowerLevy: My name is Levy. It’s nice to meet you!

flowercrown: I want to die.

panthers: who do i have to kill

flowercrown: You can’t just go around killing people, Gajeel.

panthers: i mean

panthers: i can try?

flowercrown: It’s illegal!

panthers: i’m already a criminal you foolish child

flowercrown: Buying a beer that one time doesn’t count.

panthers: but it’s also illegal

flowercrown: You can’t offer murder every time I complain about something.

panthers: i so much can

panthers: fucking watch me tiny one

flowercrown: Stop calling me short.

panthers: but you are short

flowercrown: One day, Gajeel Redfox, your growth spurt will stop.

flowercrown: And then, I’m going to have the upper hand.

flowercrown: Just you wait.

panthers: i’m so scarred. terrified.

flowercrown: I hate you with a burning passion.

panthers: but you love me

Levy blinked for a moment, staring at the screen of her laptop with a mixture of confusion and something she didn’t recognize.

flowercrown: You don’t deserve my love.

panthers: <3

When Levy touched her cheeks, she felt heat radiate from under her fingers. Something strange had settled in her stomach, making her feel as if she was going to throw up any second.

flowercrown: <3

panthers: ha! i got you to send me a heart!

flowercrown: You’re so strange, Gajeel.

panthers: i know tiny

panthers: i know

He was horrible.

actual-disney-princess: um

actual-disney-princess: i might have done something

sunflower: Please tell me you didn’t kill anyone.

actual-disney princess: i did not kill anyone

actual-disney-princess: why do you always assume that?

sunflower: … Really.

actual-disney-princess: touché

actual-disney-princess: but nope

actual-disney-princess: i did something better

actual-disney-princess shared a picture

sunflower: Is this a kitten?

actual-disney-princess: yup

actual-disney-princess: meet lily

actual-disney-princess: i met him today and he stole my heart

actual-disney-princess: he’s my child now

sunflower: Oh dear god, he’s so beautiful!

sunflower: You’re going to be a good dad, Gajeel.

actual-disney-princess: dad?

sunflower: You adopted a little animal. I think that makes you a dad?

actual-disney-princess: oh

actual-disney-princess: i didn’t consider that

actual-disney-princess: that’s cool

actual-disney-princess: does that make you his mom?

sunflower: Why am I the mom?

actual-disney-princess: you’re my best friend dumbass

sunflower: Calling me your cat’s mother implies I’m your wife.

actual-disney-princess: oh

actual-disney-princess: do you wanna marry me?

Levy slammed her head against the library table, startling the small group of first-years on the next table over. Her face was burning as she awkwardly apologized to them and turned her laptop to the side. He was so dumb, it was a wonder she loved him as much as she did.

sunflower: You can’t ask me to marry you just because you want me to be your cat’s mother.

actual-disney-princess: umm rude

actual-disney-princess: are you going to leave poor lily motherless?

actual-disney-princess shared a picture

actual-disney-princess: LOOK AT HIS SAD KITTY EYES

actual-disney-princess: HOW CAN SAY NO TO HIS KITTY EYES

actual-disney-princess: HEARTLESS

sunflower: OKAY I’M GOING TO MARRY YOU

sunflower: Please stop, you’re making me feel like a bad person.

actual-disney-princess: didn’t want to

actual-disney-princess: but at least it worked?

sunflower: You confuse me so much sometimes.

actual-disney-princess: sometimes it’s my intention

actual-disney-princess: now wife

sunflower: ugh

actual-disney-princess: i see how much enthusiasm you have, lev

actual-disney-princess: you wound me

Levy stared at her phone’s screen for a long time, her heart beating like a hummingbird in her chest. She had trouble catching her breath, find it difficult to put her mind in a single, coherent thought.

Be brave, she urged herself. You can’t hold it anymore. It’s enough.

Her classmates had been talking about love and romance. Levy didn’t care about romance. Her grandparents were strict in their care and her school was even stricter. But they were young girls, young girls with dreams of love. And they talked and gossiped and shared.

And she closed her eyes and thought for someone who waited for her across the ocean and it made her heart hurt.

Levy’d been in love with her best friends for a couple of months—maybe more, who knew?—now. And with every day that passed without telling him, it hurt her more. It had needed for her to face her old crush and listen to the girls in her class talk about their relationships for her to realize her feelings, but once she did, keeping them in her heart made her break apart.

Telling Gajeel would, at worst, probably ruin their friendship and make him hate her. But not telling him meant risking souring the warmth she held in her chest for him and truth be true, she preferred losing him and keeping the memories of the joy she had over watching their friendship turn into hate over dark feelings.

Ugh, what am I thinking about? My childish crush isn’t something out of a Shakespearean drama. I should stop the dramatics and focus.

Tell him.

minicat: Gajeel?

bigcat: what up tiny?

minicat: Are you free right now?

minicat: There’s something important I want to talk about.

bigcat: yeah i’m free today

bigcat: what’s wrong?

Her fingers gripped the sheets of her bed. Do it. Tell him.

minicat: I like you.

minicat: I mean, in the romantic sense.

minicat: In the sense that I want to hold your hand.

minicat: And hug you.

minicat: And kiss you.

minicat: I’m sorry.

bigcat: wait what?

bigcat: what are you sorry for?

bigcat: i’ve been into you for like

bigcat: a year or something

minicat: You what?

bigcat: ha

bigcat is calling you…

Levy promptly dropped her phone, her hands shaking. She needed a couple of tries to swipe in the proper direction in order to pick the call.

“Hello?” she called out, her voice shaky and breathy.

“You’re so fucking dumb” came the voice from the other side, cracking just a bit. “I love you so damn much, dumbass.”

She stared at her room’s wall in awe, seeing black spots dance in her vision.

“Lev? Levy, fuck, answer—”

It took her only a couple of minutes—and some more of him calling her name— in order to gather her brains enough to form a coherent answer.

“Excuse me, you what?”

Laugh. He was laughing, the arrogant, egoisitic—

“I love you” Gajeel called from the other side of the connection, his voice cracking with laughter. “So damn much, you horrible, horrible, idiot bookworm.”

She covered her mouth to stop the choked sob for escaping, tears running from her eyes. She’d spent months wondering and pondering and torturing herself, and hoping, hoping for a little answer, the smallest hint—

“Say it” he told her. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Say what?” Levy asked, pulling her knees against her chest.

“You know what! Say it!”

She bit her knuckles to hold back another burst of emotion, feeling fear and worry and joy mix into her belly until every breath she took was heavy and ragged.

“I love you” she whispered, gasping.

“I know. But I do more.”

“To Andromeda and back” she added, and laughed, tears of joy trickling down her cheeks.

He stayed up with her for hours, until it was 3 am and the girl next door slammed against the wall and yelled for her to shut the fuck up.

“I suppose I have to say goodnight” Levy whispered as she tucked herself into bed. “Goodnight, Gajeel.”

“Night, Lev. Will you dream of me?”

“Maybe.” She smiled. “Talk more tomorrow?”

“Always.”

lionheart: Have you ever considered a double suicide?

black-panther: why are we pulling a romeo and juliet?

lionheart: Remember that exam I told you about?

black-panther: yikes

lionheart: Exactly. Yikes.

black-panther: sorry lev

black-panther: if it calms your heart i have finals too

lionheart: It does not!

lionheart: Why are you texting me instead of studying?

black-panther: i’m already dead inside tiny

black-panther: it won’t be much of a difference if i fail my academic career too

lionheart: I hate you.

black-panther: no you don’t

lionheart: No, I don’t.

black-panther: do you wanna talk?

black-panther: i have a free period in a bit

lionheart: I don’t think I would be able to.

lionheart: You’ve seen my revision schedule.

black-panther: i have

black-panther: it’s ridiculous

black-panther: you’re panicking too much

lionheart: I’m not panicking.

black-panther: you are

black-panther: i mean you’re texting me

black-panther: that means you don’t want to revisit and you want to distract yourself from studying

lionheart: I’m texting you because I’m dating you and I miss you!

black-panther: that’s cute

black-panther: but my point stands

lionheart: Gajeel, I need to pass this.

lionheart: My whole life depends on this.

black-panther: i know lev

black-panther: that’s why i know you’re gonna do this

black-panther: and even if you don’t

black-panther: that doesn’t make you a failure

lionheart: Gajeel…

black-panther: live ain’t just classes and grades and uni

lionheart: Thank you.

black-panther: wait i want to continue my tirade

lionheart: You care about me, don’t you?

black-panther: i’m dating you, dumbass

black-panther: and since don’t have any sort of instinct of self-preservation

black-panther: i gotta fill in

lionheart: I love you, grumpy.

black-panther: love you too dumb woman

lionheart: <3

princess: Gajeel?

dragon: hm?

princess: I might have done something.

dragon: murder?

princess: God be good, no.

princess: But… you might not like it.

dragon: tell me

princess shared a picture

dragon: your

dragon: your hair

princess: … Yes?

dragon: it

dragon: it blue

dragon: it fucking blue

dragon: you dyed your hair???

princess: … Yes?

princess: Is it that bad?

dragon: fuck

dragon is calling you...

“You really should stop doing that and just talk to me, you know” Levy said softly as soon as she picked, leaning into her comfy chair and sticking her legs out.

“Turn on your camera.”

She blinked and tilted her head back, staring at the ceiling.

“Gajeel, I’m not turning on my camera, I look horrible.”

“Levy, love of my life, sun to my moon, turn the fucking camera on and let me see you.”

Levy let out a low hum, barely containing a wave of giggles as he started cursing from the other side. She’d found she loved teasing him—once she’d gotten under his skin, she knew just how to push his buttons in order to have the most fun possible.

“And what if I don’t?” she asked, lowering her voice to a gentle whisper.

“Please?”

Her chest filled with warmth at the sheer feeling in his voice. Levy whispered a soft “okay” and set the phone down by her laptop, then pressed her finger to the small camera button and waited. Her teeth dug into her lip to contain her nerves. It was rare that they talked on camera and dear God, she looked like a mess—

“Hey.”

When she looked at the small screen, Levy saw her chérie and smiled at him. All the worries in her belly came to an end, however, when she met his eyes. She waved shyly at him, pulling the pillow she kept on her desk to her chest and hugging it tightly.

“Hi” she called back, hoping her smile conveyed her joy. She wanted to hide so much.

Gajeel looked almost as much of a mess as she felt. His hair—sweet goodness, it was even longer than she remembered it now!—was tied off into a messy ponytail, his black-framed glasses almost falling off his nose. When she looked hard enough, she noticed he had added another pair of studs to his ears, bringing the total to eight. The eyeliner on his lids was just a bit smudged and from the back of her mind, she wondered when he’d put it on.

More than ever before, Levy wished she could touch him, run her fingers over his cheeks and his jaw and that small uneven bump in his nose he’d told her he’d gotten after breaking his nose when he was little; bury them into his hair and feel the silken strands between her fingers. And then, then she would kiss him, press her mouth to his, feel the warmth of his lips against her own.

“Stop hiding” Gajeel called out, a hint of amusement in his voice, and she looked up from where she’d buried her face into her fluffy pillow. “I want to see you. Please, Lev?”

“O-okay” she said with a bashful smile and lifted her head so she could properly meet his eyes. “Just for you.”

Even through the screen and all the kilometers between them, she could feel his gaze on her, touching her and caressing her as if it were his hands and not his eyes. It filled her with a warmth that not even the cold of the wind blowing outside could put down, that spread from the ends of her hair to the tips of her fingers and made her feel… Loved.

“Beautiful” he breathed out, his eyes soft and gentle. “Fuck—you look like a goddamn angel or something.”

Levy buried her face into the pillow and laughed, laughed until her chest hurt and she could barely breathe. His words, awkward but filled with kindness and affection, were more precious to her than any high praise someone could sing her.

“Do you really think so?” she asked when she finally gathered her breath, her face flushed with warmth. “I was worried you might not like it…”

“I don’t like it” he said, and for a moment her heart fell. “I goddamn love it.”

“Don’t scare me like that! Silly Gajeel…”

Gajeel laughed and it made her heart sing along, a smile coming to her face despite her desire to pout and hide in a corner. Had he been there, with her, she would have pushed him to the ground and tackled him, hitting his stupid beautiful face with her pillow. Alas, he was far, far away, and the only thing she could do was laugh along and stick her tongue out to him in the most childish manner ever.

She loved this idiot so much.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” Gajeel asked after some time.

“I was worried you might try to convince me not to” Levy admitted, holding the comfy pillow to her chest and tucking her feet under her thighs. “My grandparents are probably going to have a heart attack when they see me, but honestly… I love the feeling of it.”

“Well, it certainly loves you. Hell, you look amazing.” His smile made her toes curl with joy. “Like a tiny, sparkly blue diamond.”

“Just because you’re tall doesn’t mean you get to make fun of us small people, giant.”

“Levy, you’re five feet nothing.”

“Five feet and half an inch!” She was exactly five feet, but he didn’t know that. Yet. “I’m exactly 1 meter and 53 centimeters tall! You’re just jealous because I’m the perfect cuddling size!”

“Lev, you’re so tiny I can probably fit you in my pocket.” His smirk only fed her sudden desire to kick him. “So small. Bite-sized.”

Oh, if looks could kill… Gajeel only laughed at her, the sound sending pleasurable shivers all through her body. Levy let out a sound of defeat and buried her face into her pillow, desperately hoping it could silence her cries of anguish. Sadly, it did not.

“You’re so cute when you pretend to hate me” he cooed. “C’mon, blue, look at me.”

Shy, Levy lifted her head met him. Her moon—she’d found she liked calling him that, to match him calling her his sun—had a soft look on him. He wasn’t smiling with his mouth but instead with his eyes, the deep brown-red now filled with warmth and the sort of adoration she’d only read about in her old romance books.

“You called me blue” she mused. “A new nickname?”

“To match your new hair, of course.” His smirk made her shiver. “Do you like it?”

“No, I don’t” Levy admitted with a bashful smile. “To be true, I love it.”

The banner was growing heavy and her arms could barely keep holding it up, but to hell if she was going to put it down.

She'd spent hours upon hours last night to make the best possible welcome banner. In the end, what came out of her desperate attempts was bigger than anything her arms would hold, with “Welcome, Gajeel!” written in the brightest, most neon shade of pink she had been able to find after days of searching around the stores in the Parisian neighborhood her auntie lived in. Flowers and hearts decorated the bright pink letters.

His plane had landed half an hour ago. She saw it touch down and saw the bridge. She saw people coming out, luggage and everything.

He was nowhere to be seen.

Levy did her best to not panic.

She'd arrived at the airport precisely 15 minutes before the plane landed, courtesy to the poor taxi driver she almost drove insane. (She'd left the largest tip her broke student self could afford.) The first part of them was spent in pacing around and muttering to herself in a peculiar combination of french and english. The second contained excitedly bouncing around the entry doors with the banner flying in her arms, unable to contain her joy.

By now, her arms were positively dying down from the weight and the size and the effort it took to keep it up. The neon pink letters glimmered in the harsh Parisian sun. Yet Levy held it up, determined to hold out. Even if it meant muscle fever for the next week.

“You look even tinier in person.”

Levy whipped around, retort on the tip of her tongue. She promptly hit herself in the face with the banner in her haste to fight whoever called her out for her height and their horrible french.

Then her mind registered what was actually said and she squeaked.

The person standing beside her only laughed. They were wearing the widest, happiest grin she'd ever had the courtesy to see, only mirrored by the one she'd noticed on her own face the morning when she woke up. Her eyes saw long hair and gleaming silver and incredibly impractical leather and combat boots. Her hair only saw warm red-brown eyes and a smile.

Gajeel raised one eyebrow at her, crossing his arms.

“Really?”

And then she promptly squealed and threw herself into his arms.

“I can't believe you hit me with the banner” Gajeel complained.

Levy was too happy to remind him why exactly she hit him, her hand tightly gripping his to the point her knuckles were almost white. He didn't seem to mind it, holding her as close as it was socially acceptable. The banner, bright pink letters and flowers and hearts, hung from her other arm, safely tucked against her side.

The sun shone brightly as she led him to the taxis lined just outside the airport. People were rushing in and out of the large building, like ants desperate to follow their High Queen’s orders. She heard a combination of languages all around her. Usually, the loud sounds and the mess and the people pushing against her would have sent her into a state of near panic. Right now however, with Gajeel gripping her as if she was his lifeline, Levy felt oddly calm.

She found she liked that feeling a lot.

His uncle waited for them by one of the larger taxis, arguing with the driver. He was just as tall and his aura just as murderous as she'd seen Gajeel's in one of his bad moods. His choice of language wasn't very far from it, either… The red-faced driver was almost glowing by now, bellowing insults in french and broken english in the same way.

Levy looked at Gajeel and noticed his nose wrinkling like it always did when he saw something funny.

“Should we interrupt?” she whispered, although she was sure even if she'd spoken louder, neither would have heard her.

“Nah.” Gajeel snickered and pulled her closer, his fingers slipping from her grip when his arm wrapped around her. “Lemme watch. It's fun as hell.”

Levy gaped, her mouth opening and closing. He was warm. Despite the searing July heat, she found herself nuzzling into his hold. His other arm followed and soon she was buried into his chest, face pressed into the faded gray shirt he wore. His scent - spice and just a little bit of sweat - made her belly curls and brought out a purr from the back of her throat. His laughter rang against the crown of her heat. Her flesh and bones melted at the warmth of his hold. She felt safe and sound. She never wanted to let him go.

It took time and strength to untangle herself from his hold. Gajeel looked like a kicked puppy and Levy had to cover her mouth to hide her giggles. He pinched her in retaliation and she yelped, pulling back and almost falling. (Again. Would she ever stop embarrassing herself in front of him?)

Just a meter or so away his uncle was still arguing with the driver, their fight growing louder by the minute. The passerby would stop and watch them. Levy felt her cheeks burn with shame. It wasn't something she hadn't seen before - her own family had no less fire—but not for the first time, she felt embarrassed.

Gajeel either noticed her discomfort or felt in a similar situation, because he stepped ahead and grabbed his uncle's shoulder. His voice was a hushed whisper. Levy couldn't help but notice how different it sounded from when he spoke to her—rougher, more natural, with an accent that made something in her tingle. His uncle let out a disappointed huff, yet still turned around and apologized to the red-faced driver about some of the words he'd used.

Levy watched the object of her affection (her silly dragon) with curiosity. To her utter surprise, Gajeel turned to the driver and spoke in clear, if lightly accented, french to him, apologizing further for his uncle's behavior and for not stepping in earlier. His uncle—whose name was Acnologia, it seemed—looked at him with a mixture of shame and annoyance. Gajeel ignored him and smiled with satisfaction when the driver opened the door and welcomed them in his vehicle.

After a particularly long and awkward (Gajeel had taken pity on her and let her sit by the window while he answered all of his uncle's embarrassing questions about their relationship) drive, their taxi stopped at the small square in the middle of the neighborhood. Levy got out immediately and moved her toes in her shoes, eager to take them off and dip them into cold water. Gajeel followed behind, the welcome banner under his arm and with that stupid grin on his stupid face. His uncle helped him get all his luggage.

“You sure you're gonna be okay, brat?” he asked, setting down the last bag. “There's plenty of space at the hotel.”

“Nope. Not gonna miss a single second around Blue.”

Acnologia made a sound that could only be described as gagging and waved him off, then got back into the taxi. Soon enough they took off, the sound reverberating through the relatively empty streets.

Gajeel was frowning.

“What is it?” Levy asked, adjusting the knot of her ribbon.

“I imagined Paris more… “

“More…?”

“Dunno. More… Not empty.”

Levy covered her mouth and giggled. He looked so confused. She wished she could take a photo of him like this. Alas, he would more than not likely finally fulfill his threats tickle her to death if she tried. Her wish would stay a wish.

(Fortunately, she had a whole folder on her laptop saved with embarrassing photos of him. His mother had sent some - “for posterity”, she'd claimed - but the rest were all screenshots from their face times. She would have so much fun finally getting to blackmail him.)

“Well, it’s hot outside” Levy reminded him as she picked some of his bags. “Also, we’re in the suburbs right now. Tomorrow, I’m taking out you to see the city.”

“Taking me out?” Gajeel asked, amusement written over his face. She couldn’t stop staring at him. “Like a date? Or with a sniper gun?”

“We will see” she said, giggling.

Together the three managed to carry all the luggage up the stairs. Aunt Amelie was ecstatic to finally meet the “sweetheart you haven’t stopped talking about for years!”. Levy gaped, torn between utter embarrassment and the urge to scream. Gajeel laughed so much he almost fell on the floor, clutching his stomach. At that point she had to hold back the desire to disappear into the floor.

They set his things in the small guest room by the side. Levy sat on the bed and watched Gajeel rummage through his bags. He was just five minutes in and the whole room already looked like a hurricane went through it. She found it hilarious.

She must have laughed out loud because when she lifted her head Gajeel was staring at her with a peculiar look in his eyes.

“What is it?” she asked, reaching down to slip off her shoes.

“We’re alone” he muttered. “I just—it’s strange.”

Levy couldn’t quite tell what he was trying to say, so she offered a shy smile. Gajeel looked equal parts confused and amazed, but when she offered her shaking hand, he reached out to grasp it with such eagerness that startled him. Taken by his momentum, she ended falling into his chest, her head knocking against him and sending her glasses somewhere in the floor.

“Sorry for hitting you” she mumbled into the fabric of his shirt. “And for… currently stepping on your feet.”

She tried not to burn as she took a step back, his laughter ringing in her ears.

“No, it’s fine.” His hand dropped from hers, only for seconds later to wrap around her back and pull her closer. “Can I hold you for a bit?”

The question startled her, but Levy nodded her head anyway, shyly curling her arms around his middle and burying her face into his chest. The warmth he seemed to radiate filled her soul, from bottom to top, as if she’d been drained from life for ages and only now got to feel it.

“You feel safe” she whispered, voice muffled by the cotton.

Gajeel let out a humming sound, his grip growing tighter around her. Instead of afraid, she felt as if she wanted to come closer and closer, until there was no space left between them. But perhaps it wasn’t the right time yet.

“So do you.”

#gajevy #gajeel redfox #levy mcgarden #gajeel x levy #gajevyweek #monnywrites #happy anniversary again bailey!#this gets posted on my other media 2 days later and im #me @me: why are you like this

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alexwinfield-blog1 · 6 years ago

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Digital Footprints: Put YOUR stamp on it.

It’s Monday morning. A new day. Another week of school. You turn off your alarm and head straight over to Twitter. “Monday already !!!!!!! (Crying emoji X10) Can’t w8 to get back into bed”. Your phone pings. It’s Lizzie. Your BFF. She never lets you down. Except not today it seems. “Soz bbe. Sooooo ill. Grab any hw sheets for me plzzzz (blowing kiss emoji) xxxx”. Mum shouts up the stairs “Are you getting up at any point today? The dog needs walking and you need to take your brother to school!” You slam your phone into the duvet, roll your eyes and take a deep breath. You’re annoyed and the day has only just begun. Toast in one hand and dragging your brother out the door by the other, you smile at the postman. “Morning”, you say. Knowing full well he loses your packages ALL THE TIME. Be nice mum always tells you. Manners cost nothing.

You get to school. The mean girls stare you down as you walk to your English lesson. You try to look cool. You tell yourself that one day they’ll take you in as one of their own, but maybe today just isn’t that day. You find your seat, unpack your books, your pencil case, tucking your phone under your hideous plaid skirt. Silly really. Illuminating skirts aren’t exactly the school uniform market’s latest innovation. You’re top of your class. You know you shouldn’t be scrolling through Instagram in a lesson, but everyone else does, and you for sure don’t want to stick out any more than what you already do. You get A’s in nearly every assignment and you compete in nearly every extra-curriculum sport in the school, but you can’t help but fantasise about that Instagram #gymbod. Your parents are immensely proud, and your teachers? You can’t do enough to please them. You love school. Never too shy to raise your hand in class, never too eager to stand in front of the WHOLE of year 11 to deliver a speech about the school’s litter policy, and never too embarrassed to admit to your friends that you’ve not even kissed a boy.

It’s lunchtime. You and your best friends of 12 years gather around the canteen table.They tell you about their exciting weekends. How their heart throb boyfriends distracted them from getting any work done. How they got ridiculously drunk at a family party and how their mum grounded them for coming home at 10:33 – 3 minutes later than expected. And you? You just listen. For the most part, you spend your break and lunch times talking in the hockey team WhatsApp group chat. They’re a laugh. Sometimes you tell the girls about your boring weekend, or even fluff it up slightly by telling them you actually got out of your pyjamas. They would never believe you. You’re well and truly the plain Jane out of the bunch. The new boy in your year asks if the seat next to you is taken. The girls think he’s a nerd but you think he’s quite cute. You say no. The girls sigh as if to say “you’re such a loser”, but you don’t care. You have to pretend you don’t know his name, that you don’t have an unhealthy obsession with checking his Facebook. You know his cat goes by the name of Clive, but you pretend you don’t know that. You know he plays for the local rugby team, but you’re not supposed to know that either. You don’t know that his birthday is the 6th of June, and most importantly, you must NOT show any bitterness towards his girlfriend of 3 years.

Home time at last. You’re loosening your tie as you get closer to the front door, eager to jump straight back into bed. PING. It’s the girls group chat. “House (girl dancing emoji) Sat nite. 8.30. B there or b (square emoji)”. NOOO. You promised mum you’d have a film night with her. Saturday night rolls around. You’ve been plotting all week how you could get away with this one, but she’s a mum. They find out everything. Not this time. You divert from the party situation. It’s now a revision sleepover situation with the girls. You ask to go and of course you’re allowed. School first, partying second. It’s 10pm. You’re having the best time but you assured mum updates on the revision sesh. So, as promised, you load up Instagram stories. On your second Instagram account, obviously. By second, you mean the only Instagram account your mum thinks exists, right? You locate the photo album named “revision”. You browse this until you find the most colourful, most mind-map-ful, most hard working-esque photo you can find. And voila! A little later, in comes a text from mum. “Wonderful stuff. Looks like you’re really working hard. See you in the morning :)” . Little does she know, over on what might as well scream @yourerliar101, several stories and photos were posted of your amazing night with your besties. In the morning it seems the party was a huge success. Tweets and Instagrams raving about the night – “Can’t believe Josh taught every1 to do the (worm emoji) (cry laughing emoji)”. “Had the best nite EVAAAAAA (tongue out emoji)”. “Me and the gals last night!!!!!!! (cocktail emoji) (heart eye emoji) #lovethem”.

Sound familiar? Well, this may not be too dissimilar to a day in the life of your late teenage years. (Millennials, this one is for you!) Through this artificial account, we learn that in just 24 hours, you are likely to perform a variety of different roles. You’re a reliable friend and a caring sibling. You’re also studious, a potential lover and occasionally a liar. But sometimes it’s for the best, right? So, quite literally, how can these personalities become transparent online?

Just like this teenager, the average social media user, whatever you may define this to be, can be traced online. Social media can speak volumes about a person. Not just what they get up to on the weekend, but the finer details. For example, they’re obsession with their house rabbits, how much they can’t stand their boss, and more recently, how they’ve jumped on-board Facebook’s latest bandwagon, “rate my meal”.

Social media, such as Instagram and Twitter allow me to present the most favourable, or sometimes least favourable, versions of myself. If you were to rewind to old school Alex on Twitter, you would definitely find tweets containing homophones, such as “u”, with my favourite acronym, still to this day, being “lol” – only used sarcastically of course. As well as this, I was a sucker for, and admittedly still am, a cluster of exaggerated punctuation, but mostly “!!!!!!!”. Although Crystal (2008) claims that young users of social media, especially in SMS, will use abbreviations such as “GTGMIW” (Got to go, mum is watching), this wasn’t necessarily the case when I was growing up with social media. Nowadays, it’s all about filtering what you put online. This screening allows you to hide your online activity, for example by disguising your wild Friday night shenanigans by deselecting your mum from viewing your Snapchat story. Or, creating a separate Instagram just for your friends’ entertainment. You can be as embarrassing as you like and you won’t have 800 followers judging you.

Goffman (1974) refers to this online social interaction as “audience segregation”. We ultimately filter aspects of our lives from certain people in order to curate and maintain a multitude of personalities depending on the context we are in. So, for me, this means presenting a sensible, family-friendly Alex on Facebook, an interesting and good-humoured Alex on Twitter, and an exciting, adventurous Alex on Instagram. Let’s take a look…

So, 2017 A-Level Results day. Here, we’ve got a definite exaggerated use of punctuation and excitable capitalisation. Not only this, I clearly thought the use of the extreme smiley emoji X2 wasn’t enough, resulting in going the extra mile with a #. What am I doing here? Looking back on this, this for sure could have been Facebook worthy. This could have bagged me a gushing army of comments from overjoyed family members bursting with pride. But why Twitter? My friends would see this. People I know, but don’t really know, would see this. Those 23 likes - those 23 people thought this was worthy of a tweet and that’s all that mattered. In this moment, I. Was. Clever.

Evidently, over the years, I desired to either be desperately funny or desperately embarrassing. You decide this one.

Would I have found any of these tweets to be bland if I weren’t to use homophones? Or exaggerated punctuation? Or hashtags? Were these attempts for me to moan about how busy my life was? Did I want sympathy or just someone to relate to?

Here’s Instagram Alex. Holidaying in the Dominican Republic, Lanzarote and Greece. Eating Wagamamas at least once a week. Being overly obsessed with a French Bulldog, attending fancy-dress parties and the occasional festival. This is what I choose to share online. Not very exciting, but a fairly accurate representation of me. You can guarantee nearly every other caption incorporates an excessive use of emoticons, sarcasm and most definitely a little too much of this “!!!!!”.

What do these linguistic features allow me to achieve?

If I asked a complete stranger to read my Twitter, browse my Facebook and scroll through my Instagram, they would probably argue that my presence across these social media platforms doesn’t really differ that greatly. You could say that for the most part, I present the most authentic version of myself online. I’m not one to shy away from no-make up selfies, or tell the world about how groggy I feel after waking up from that 3- hour nap, or in fact how much I moan about going to my 20 hours a week part-time kitchen job.

However, for some people, this is not the case. Without audience segregation there would be a context collapse. Employees would start saying “lmao” when their boss asks for a coffee. Students would use inappropriate emoticons to sign of their “sorry I can’t make it to the lecture today, I’m ill” email. Parents would text, or even worse, tag you in their FB status announcing “#DINNERISREADY” instead of actually calling you down for dinner, and we definitely don’t want to live in a world full of parents who hashtag EVERYTHING.

So, what can we learn from this?

For both professional and personal matters, it’s important to present yourself online in a way that is consistent. You don’t want people to think you have 25 different personalities. Keep this for the real-life stuff. No one likes a catfish. After all, if 70% of employers screen candidates’ social media before they consider hiring, it’s important to avoid branding yourself as a fool online. Keep those drunken night out videos OFFLINE and maybe consider deleting those 2012 “Like for a rate <3” cringey Facebook statuses. However, don’t go erasing yourself offline completely in fear that you’ll never get a decent job. After all, 47% of employers argue that having an online presence allows them to learn a bit about who they’re hiring. So, be open, but not TOO open. Be YOU. However, if “you” means writing Facebook statuses about how much you love playing Angry Birds at work, or how you’re easily persuaded to go clubbing on a Monday night, maybe it’s best you don’t share the real you online. Be mindful about the digital footprint trail you’re leaving behind.

References:

Driver, S. (2018, October, 7). Keep It Clean: Social Media Screenings Gain In Popularity. Retrieved from: https://www.businessnewsdaily.com/2377-social-media-hiring.html

Jones, R. H., & Hafner. C. A. (2012). Undersatnding Digital Literacies. London: Routledge.

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pain-somnia · 6 years ago

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Title: “dronk” Rating: M (no smut but it feels more appropriate than T) Pairing: SasuSaku and TenKarin Day’s Notes: Drunk Team Taka shenanigans but in a Real Life/College AU; I will possibly write more Team Taka College AU interactions (with possible changes to the Karin ships, only SasuSaku will stay the same) because @saradacchi loves SasuSuiKa friendship

She should have stopped him a few drinks ago.

And all of those shots were definitely a mistake.

Sasuke Uchiha was passed out and Karin wasn’t sober enough to worry about the way she was dragging his body as she pulled him by his legs.

Suigetsu was suppose to be holding Sasuke’s arms but he disappeared once they got outside. Karin wouldn’t be surprised if he got himself picked up and taken to the drunk tank.

I should have stayed home and cuddled with Tenten, Karin grumbled inwardly.

She propped Sasuke up so he was leaning against a streetlamp and sat on his other side so his head could roll over onto her shoulder.

“Ah, shit.”

Karin pressed the power button on her phone two more times, hoping it would come to life. No dice. Her battery had drained a while ago as she overzealously added snaps to her story.

She rummaged through the pocket of Sasuke’s utility jacket and pulled out his phone glad that he finally switched to a smartphone instead of the flip phone he used last semester.

“Here we go.”

Karin pressed Sasuke’s thumb on the home button on his iPhone and unlocked it. She was originally going to order an Uber to get them to her place but the feeling of tape on the back of Sasuke’s cell phone case was bugging her.

“What the fuck?”

Karin squinted her eyes and then removed her glasses before putting them back on when she remembered that she couldn’t see without them.

“Return...to...Sa..kura?” Karin frowned trying to remember what she knew about her friend.

They had become part of a group in their first semester when Suigetsu had forced them all to work on a project together. Karin wasn’t friends with anyone in university yet so it helped that Suigetsu dragged Jūgo over to her seat at the lecture hall.

Sasuke had been walking by, probably trying to figure out how to do all of the work on his own, when Suigetsu wrapped an arm around his neck and sat him next to Karin.

They sort of were stuck with each other ever since.

Karin scrolled down Sasuke’s contact list until she found a Sakura with blossom emoticons and a sparkling heart next to the name.

“Cute...”

Karin dialed the number and right before she realized what time it was, “Sakura” answered.

“Can’t sleep?” A sleepy voice giggled.

“No, actually, he’s passed the fuck out.”

“Umm...who’s━”

“Karin. I’m one of his school friends and I was trying to get him home but that asshole Suigetsu ran off on us.”

“And you’re calling me because…?”

“My phone’s dead and I’m too drunk to remember my girlfriend’s phone number and this idiot apparently has ‘Return to Sakura’ taped on his phone so here I am calling Sakura.”

“You sound very coherent for a drunk person.”

“Thanks. It’s a blessing.”

There was a pause and Karin thought maybe Sakura had fallen back to sleep.

“Are you somewhere safe?”

“Yeah, yeah totally.” Karin pushed back her bangs and took a deep breath. “Do you think you could come get us?”

“It would take me an hour possibly but yes. Anywhere you could go for now?”

“University Diner is twenty-four seven I could try and get us there. It’s only a block away.”

“Okay. I’ll try and get there as quickly as possible.”

“I lost my phone.”

Karin jumped, not expecting Suigetsu to say anything since the last time she saw him was in the bar.

“You didn’t have it when we went out. To prevent any regrets.”

“What was ringing in my pocket then?”

“Nothing you nimrod. Where’s Jūgo?”

Suigetsu went silent. If she wasn’t looking at him she would have thought that he passed out too.

“We lost Jūgo.”

“What do you mean we lost Jūgo?”

“I left ‘im in a safe place after he fell asleep but I can’t remember where…”

“You had one job Suigetsu.”

“To be fair.” Suigetsu took a long pause before his next set of words. “I’m drunk as fuck.”

“I hate you.”

“Yeah, yeah. So what are we doing?”

“We gotta take Sasuke to the diner. Then you’re going to look for Jūgo.”

“Can’t you just drag him there?”

“Grab his arms, stupid!”

. .

It was a total invasion of privacy. She would kill anyone if they did the same with her phone but Karin was one jager bomb too many in to care.

She was feeling wired from the energy drink but also slightly brain foggy and she needed to entertain herself somehow.

Sasuke was the weirdest person she had ever met. He had created folders for everything. Not a single app was allowed to float around on its own unless they were the apps on the toolbar.

She learned a lot about him though. He had one email account for gaming, another for school, and one for social media. Karin rolled her eyes that he even bothered with social media apps considering he rarely went on them.

She slid down the booth so her head rest on the top of the seat and sighed. Suigetsu went off to figure out where they had left Jūgo so she was stuck alone at the diner with a passed out Sasuke.

Karin balled up the wrapper to straw for her milkshake and flicked it at Sasuke’s nose. She was already bored with the games on his phone and although his dog was cute, there was only so much cute she could take before she cried because she was still kind of drunk and there was no puppy around for her to cuddle with.

Opening up the Notes app she thought she would find random class schedules and the like. Karin hadn’t expected to find locked notes.

Why would he lock notes?

Karin attempted to open one but it required a password and she couldn’t use Sasuke’s thumbprint to unlock it.

What would he hide? Photos? Sexts???

Karin gagged and put Sasuke’s phone down on the table. She picked it back up again when she realized she could use the contents of the locked notes for blackmail.

Karin wasn’t fond of scooping out the litterbox of the cat Tenten adopted and she could always get Sasuke to do it for her and a bunch of other errands.

But only if she knew the contents of the locked notes.

“Typical,” Karin huffed, blowing her hair out of her face. Sasuke was the type of person that didn’t need a hint to remind him of his password.

She groaned and stretched out her arms on the table top. Next time she was bringing Tenten along.She was her impulse control. Then maybe she would be at home getting smooches and cuddles instead of babysitting a grown ass man.

No. She would have to drag him back to her place where he would be drooling on the comfy couch she and Tenten coerced a salesman to give them at a discount. And then she would be disgusted. So then she would have to draw on his stupid pretty face with a permanent marker.

In fact, perhaps she could get one from one of the waitresses...

“I got here as quickly as I could!”

A pink haired girl plopped down across from her in the booth and brushed Sasuke’s hair out of his face.

Pink.

Pink!

“Your hair. Is pink.” Karin’s jaw dropped in fascination. She squinted her eyes and then backed away with a soft, “whoaaa..”

“Oh wow, you are drunk.”

The girl that could only be Sakura waved over a waitress and ordered a tomato mozzarella panini and cheese fries and a strawberry milkshake.

“He’s going to be hungry when he wakes up,” Sakura explained. She grabbed some napkins and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.

“Your boyfriend is a hot mess.”

“Well, he doesn’t usually get this drunk. He doesn’t usually drink enough to get drunk.” Sakura’s mouth quirked to the side as she watched Sasuke’s nose wrinkle up when she smoothed his hair away from his face again.

“I should have realized that when after his fourth shot he shouted something about his girlfriend being his impulse control and slammed three more before promptly passing out.”

“Why did you guys go out drinking like this?”

“Well we just finished a paper and this is the first semester we could actually all go to a bar since Sasuke just turned twenty-one. But tell me how you’re his impulse control. He never talks about you outside of the small updates about what he does on breaks and every weekend.”

“How are you this coherent?”

“Like I said, it’s a gift.” Karin propped her chin on her hands and leaned forward on her elbows. “But please tell me more about yourself and Sasuke. I would like to know some embarrassing things about him while you’re here and he can’t stop me.”

“I don’t think I should.”

“Boo you whore.”

“Excuse me?”

“Do you know all of Sasuke’s passwords?”

“We believe in trust in our relationship. Of course I know his passwords. We have nothing to hide from each other.”

Karin pulled out Sasuke’s phone and flipped it around to face Sakura.

“Then do you know the password to his locked notes?”

. .

“What are you doing?”

When Suigetsu returned to the diner━without Jūgo━Karin was scribbling on a napkin and the girl on Sasuke’s lockscreen was sitting across from her sipping at a milkshake. Sasuke was still passed out except now he was propped up against his girlfriend and drooling on her shoulder.

“We’ve tried like every possible password Sasuke could have used but we can’t unlock this folder of notes.”

Suigetsu looked at Sakura and then back at Karin. He looked at Sakura again for a full minute before holding out his hand.

“Give me the phone.”

“Okay but if we can’t figure it out how are you going━”

“Got it.”

Karin’s jaw dropped as Suigetsu slid the phone across the table. Where the gray lock screen was before was a picture of Sakura looking out a car window.

“What was it?” Sakura asked, eyebrows pulled down in frustration. She should have known him best.

“Bro code.”

“You still unlocked it, Sui.”

“Yeah but I’m not telling you what the password was.”

“Whatever.”

Karin started scrolling down and was confused the further she scrolled. They were all just normal candid photos of Sakura. Why would he━

“OH MY FUCKING GOD!”

All of the patrons of the diner turned to look at the source of the screaming. Karin shot them all a glare.

“What? What did you find?” Suigetsu attempted to grab the phone from her hand but she slapped his hand away.

“Not for your eyes!” She snapped at him.

Karin broke her glare to peek back down at the phone but then looked back up, her cheeks turning a blazing hot pink. She looked over at Sakura and shielded her eyes with a hand.

“I’m so sorry,” she muttered, handing the phone back to the source of her new discomfort. “The first set of pics looked so normal. I didn’t think he would have those.”

“Sasuke’s got nudes!” Suigetsu gasped, a giant grin spreading on his face. He pointed at Sakura and guffawed. “Her nudes!”

“Will you shut up!” Karin yanked on his shirt hard enough for him to fall into the booth. She looked over to Sakura who had gone paler than she already was.

Sasuke continued to snooze away on her shoulder despite all of the noise.

Karin hadn’t expected to meet so much of Sasuke’s girlfriend on their first meeting.

“I can show you my tits if that would make you feel better,” Karin offered.

“No thank you. I think I should just take you all home now.”

“Sui. Where’s Jūgo?”

“Oh shit! I knew I forgot something.”

#the password was totally powerofthepinkpussy but whatevs #don't worry the eventually found Jugo chilling at the drunk tank #ss fanfiction #sasusaku #day!fics

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scruffandyarn · 6 years ago

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That One Time Scruff Wrote an Avengers Fic (part 4)

That One Time Masterlist

Bucky x enhanced!female!reader

Warnings: profanity, mentions of medication (including antipsychotic medication), medical testing

Thanks, as always, to these wonderful human beans: @siriuspiggyback (you are the absolute best) @fangirl-library (you kick-ass, wonderful person) @written-loki-imagines (thank you for your fantastical support) @bkwrm523 (where would I be without you in my life) @thejamesoldier (you’re amazing and deserve every good thing) @samingtonwilson (you’re super duper awesome) @invisibleanonymousmonsters (thank you so much for all your inspiration) @feelmyroarrrr (this is all your fault, still love you)

@shirukitsune @electraphyng

Word count: 1778

Previously:

“Can you tell me about what’s going on in my head?” Bucky looked up at you. “I thought they were able to fix everything up there in Wakanda.”

Shit. And his hopeful expression…was he trying to break your heart?

“Can we do that later, maybe? I have a feeling it’s gonna be a long conversation and I have to meet up with Dr. Banner after this.”

“Um, sure.” That was definitely apprehension rolling off of him. “Maybe you and I can meet up whenever you’re done?”

“Maybe.”

Now:

Bruce wasn’t the only one waiting for you in his lab. You were introduced to Dr. Helen Cho. Bruce had already explained what you could do as well as the medication you took and its side effects. Her energy was positive and she was excited.

“We want to start with a brain scan. To examine any physiological changes in your brain between when you’re on your medication and when you’re not. We’ll wean you off of them and then after that, it will take approximately two weeks for your medication to be completely out of your system.”

“Um, okay? Look, if any of this makes me uncomfortable, I’m allowed to stop, right?” Two weeks with no pills? Could your brain handle that? “I’ve never been more than a day without my meds and...I’m not sure what could happen. I know what I was like before I started taking them and it wasn’t great.”

She offered you a sincere smile. “Any time this gets to be too much, just say the word.”

“Thanks.”

The two doctors ushered you into a room with a machine that looked to be a CAT scanner. You’d had to endure one as a child when your parents were concerned with all the headaches and all the mood swings you were getting.

“Did you take your medications this morning?”

You nodded. “I wasn’t sure what kind of tests I’d be doing. Is that a problem?”

“No, I’m just going to ask that you cut what you’ve been taking in half everyday until you’re down to one, and then stop. I have a feeling you’d like to avoid any withdrawal symptoms. If it gets to be too much, we’ll have to taper off slower, so just let us know how you’re doing each day.”

“Definitely.”

“We’re going to be taking some blood today to check for any side effects from the Clozapine. We’ll check your urine two weeks after you’ve stopped taking the medications to make sure they’re all completely out of your system.”

“Great.” Your smile was weak.

After the initial scan, your blood was drawn. Then you were put back in the scanner and asked to read both of the doctors’ emotions. They wanted to see if there was a difference in brain activity when you were actively reading people and when you weren’t.

“Are you okay if we bring Tony and Pepper in?” Bruce smiled down at you.

“Yeah, but why?”

“You mentioned last night that you can’t shut it off. We’re going to have you watch a nature documentary with them in the room to see what happens with your brain when you’re not trying to read people but they’re in your vicinity. The nature documentary should provide enough distraction so that they are not your main focus.”

“I guess that makes sense.”

He nodded. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., please inform Tony and Pepper that we need them in the lab.”

“They are on their way, now.”

“What the fuck was that?” You panicked, trying to figure out where the hell that voice came from. You were already on edge with the testing, and now this?

“That was Tony’s A.I. F.R.I.D.A.Y. She’s in every room of the house. Just speak and she’ll be able to help with whatever you want to know.”

“Oh,” you blew out a sigh, your adrenaline dropping. “Um, hi, F.R.I.D.A.Y.?”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. isn’t human.”

“There is nothing wrong with extending polite courtesies, Dr. Banner.” The AI spoke again. “Hello, Emoticon.”

“Emoti what?”

At that moment, Tony and Pepper entered the room. “Emoticon--or I could switch it to Emoji--keep it hip. At least I think that’s what the kids are calling them these days. I should check with Peter.”

“Why is F.R.I.D.A.Y. calling me that?”

“You read emotions. Ergo, your superhero name should reflect that. Actually, I think I prefer Emoji. I’ll have to program it in later.”

“I’m not a superhero.”

“You help keep Pepper safe.”

All Pepper did was smile and nod at you.

“Can we just get this over with?” You didn’t want to argue with Tony and you certainly didn’t want to be doing these tests longer than necessary.

“Absolutely.” Helen handed you a funky looking pair of glasses. It kind of resembled something La Forge would wear. “You’ll watch that nature documentary with those.”

“Right.” You settled the thing over your eyes and laid back on the bed. “Ready whenever you are.”

As soon as the bed moved you into place, the video began to play. David Attenborough was narrating, although you weren’t exactly sure how you could hear him telling you all about how majestic the leopard is without headphones.

Even watching the leopard drag it’s kill up a tree, you could still pick up the emotions of the people in the room. You knew someone was feeling amazed and someone was feeling fascinated--probably the two doctors who were analyzing your brain activity. You felt someone’s excitement and someone’s curiosity. And you also read someone feeling worried.

Wait, was that right?

You continued watching as the mother leopard nursed her young cub and tried to put it out of your mind that there was an unidentified person in the room. But when had you ever been able to put someone’s emotions out of your mind? Maybe the worry was piggy-backing off of the curiosity? But it didn’t feel like that. It definitely felt like there was a fifth person in the room.

Fuck, you were starting to get a headache.

Just as you were about to call off testing for the day, the bed moved and the video shut off. The scan was over.

As you sat up, you looked around the room. Four people were present--the same as when the test started. But you still couldn’t shake the feeling that someone else had been in the room. Was still in the room.

And you were pretty sure you knew who that person was. “Bucky?”

Slowly, Bucky stood up from being crouched behind a desk on the far side of the room. He was still feeling worried but now with an extra layer of sheepishness.

“I am impressed.” Dr. Cho grinned at you.

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Thought you were supposed to be the world’s deadliest assassin.” Tony clicked his tongue at Bucky.

“Tony.” You glared at him, hoping the tone of your voice would get him to drop it.

“For the next test--”

“Can I be done for the day?” You looked up at Bruce.

“We really do need a baseline for everything we’re measuring. If we postpone until tomorrow, it will only extend how long we’ll be running tests.” Helen jumped in.

“Can she come back later?” Everyone turned to look at Bucky. “I mean, can’t she take a break for a little while?”

You picked up his discomfort immediately. He must really not like being the center of attention.

“How many more tests do you need done today? Surely, she can come back later.” There was Pepper, always looking out for you.

“I think we can get by with just one more scan for today.” Bruce shook his head at Helen when it looked like she was about to protest. “You did tell her she could stop whenever she wanted out.”

She blew out a sigh. “That’s right, I did.” She looked over at you. “I’m sorry. I guess sometimes I get ahead of myself when I’m really excited about something.”

“You’re really excited about my brain scans?”

“I’ve never seen brain activity quite like yours.”

“I’m not really sure if that’s a compliment or not.”

“Definitely a compliment.” She smiled. “Will one more scan be okay?”

“Yeah.” You flashed Bucky a weak smile. You appreciated that he’d been looking out for you. “What do I need to do?”

“Well, we’re going to scan you but none of us are going to be in the room with you.”

“I can still read you outside of the room, it’s just not as strong.”

“Not a problem. We’ll head to the elevators and see how far away we need to be. Just let F.R.I.D.A.Y. know when you can’t pick up anyone and she can start the scan.”

“Um, alright.”

One by one, they filed out of the room. Pepper was definitely concerned about you and you were pretty sure Bucky was too. Slowly but surely, each presence faded from your mind.

“Uh, F.R.I.D.A.Y., I’m good now. Everybody’s gone.”

“I will start the scan now, please lie back.”

Having no one else in your head was nice. Maybe this was what you needed. Total isolation. Maybe a place up somewhere in the mountains where you could be a recluse. Maybe you could get a dog for company if you decided you needed any. Their emotions were simple. And all you had to do was to meet their needs and love them and they would love you back. You’d have positive vibes around all the time.

But then you couldn’t work for Pepper if you were up in the mountains. Sure, she could do conference calls, but those were harder to do, and they wouldn’t work all the time. And it would mean you were hiding. If Tony Stark thought you were a superhero--but superheroes didn’t hide from their problems. They faced them and they solved them.

Maybe all this testing could solve yours.

As soon as the scan was complete, F.R.I.D.A.Y. let everyone know it was clear for them to return to the lab. Only Bruce, Helen, and Pepper came back.

“How are you feeling?” Pepper sat down on the bed next to you.

“My head hurts.”

“I can go grab your--”

“I--I’ll be alright. I’ve got to wean myself off of them.” You sat up and cringed at the stab of pain behind your eye. “Then I get to go without them for two weeks. Might as well start now.”

“Are you going to be okay…” Pepper looked at the two doctors. “She gets headaches if she goes hours without her pills, and you want her to go without them for two weeks?”

“It’s just to get it out of her system. Once it’s out, we’ll be able to see how her brain functions without interference from the medication so we can figure out a better way to regulate it.”

“Are you sure this is what you want? When I suggested that they could help you, I didn’t realize you’d have to go without your meds.”

“I’m gonna at least try.”

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #avengers #marvel #fanfic #lets welcome #Helen Cho #and #f.r.i.d.a.y #to the mix #to go with #bucky barnes #bruce banner #pepper potts #tony stark

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justsoumakothings · 6 years ago

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Only Smiles

so heres what happened. I messed up and deleted the last part but its still here. you can read the full thing on ao3. its better organized there. but this is everything from the last time. If youre just now finding this my blog is new and its just a couple scrolls to find the first part. The story includes a soumako date and confession.

Sousuke splashed water in his face, grabbing his towel and wiping off the excess water. He blinked as he stared in the mirror. He couldn’t believe that this was even happening. Going to the Amusement park with Makoto...he had honestly planned on giving the tickets away to someone else but the perfect opportunity had presented to himself. Soon enough, his phone vibrated to assure him that today was, in fact, a reality.

Makoto: Good Morning! Are you still picking me up?

Sousuke: Yes. I’ll be there in about an hour.

Makoto: okay, no rush! : )

Sousuke placed his phone back in his pocket and smiled a bit. Makoto was always so energetic in his texts and it reflected his personality. He would never be caught sending anything less than a small emoticon, but even those were rare.

He walked back to his room and stood in front of his drawers. Placing his hand on chin, he thought of what he should wear. He hadn’t really gone out in a while….just what was appropriate for a date to the amusement park.

Ten minutes later, he opened his drawers and settled on a grey long sleeve shirt, jeans, and his black leather jacket. He rolled up the bottoms of his jeans and put on his black tennis shoes. Once he finished, he took another look in the mirror. He smiled to himself. For not going out in a while, he didn’t seem too shabby.

Although, he had to remind himself that it wasn’t a date. He didn’t need to look good for Makoto but he also didn’t want to be the one who showed up looking a like a bum. Did he need cologne? No, that was way too much. He had taken a shower the night before.

Before he left, he made sure that he had the tickets and his wallet. He messaged Makoto that he was on his way and headed out the door.

Makoto brushed his teeth after he messaged Sousuke. Surprisingly, his excitement managed to quell his nerves a bit. Not only was it going to be his first time going to an amusement park in a while, but it was also going to be the first time he was going with Sousuke. Actually, they never really did much other than dinner before Makoto went off to college so this change of pace was new to him.

Once he washed up, he went and changed into his clothes. Putting on a plaid, red sleeve shirt, which he rolled up to his elbow. For pants, he just wore blue jeans with tennis shoes. He flopped down on his bed and looked at his phone, smiling when Sousuke said that he was on his way. As he switched his phone off, he brought to his mouth, a smile still on his face. Of course, he was aware it wasn’t a date but he felt special that the two of them were going together.

He heard a meow and then seconds later a cat jumped on his bed. Somehow, the twins had managed to get his parents to budge to buy a cat. It was a white with orange cats but they named it Kuro. He had no idea why. However, she was sweet and it was to please her. Makoto sat up and she climbed in his lap. The time flew by as he played with her and had the tv as background noise. Before he knew it, there was a knock on his door.

“A-ah, coming!”,He gently placed the cat back on his bed and made sure he had all of his stuff.

He ran to the door and opened it with a smile,”Hey Sousuke.”

“Hey Makoto, you ready?”, Sousuke said with a smile.

That smile of his always made Makoto’s heart skip a beat. He felt like it only belonged him because Sousuke rarely smiled for anyone. It could just be because they were closer than most though, he shouldn’t take it as anything more than that. This was just two friends going on a trip.

“Yea I am, thanks for picking me up,”he said as he walked out and shut the door.

Sousuke shook his head,”no problem, your house isn’t too far from fine.”

In order to get to the place, they had to take the train for about 45 minutes. Since it was a saturday, they were forced to stand, holding the handles. They were both standing next to each other but at least the train wasn’t too full. It also wasn’t much compared to their training.

Sousuke tried his best attempt at a conversation to try and make the time go faster. “How has your time back been so far?”, that seemed like a reasonable question to ask. He looked as Makoto responded,”its been great, the twins got a cat while I was a gone, im still unsure how they bribed my parents. Thats not even the best part, the cat is white and orange but they named it Kuro.”, he finished off with a chuckle.

Sousuke raised one eyebrow,”Kuro? That’s pretty odd...maybe they just liked the name. But at least you’re enjoying your time, I hope I didn’t take time from hanging out with your family.”

Makoto shook his head in disagreement,”the twins had some club and my parents had work today, I would have been left alone at the house, so thank you for this. Nagisa and the rest want to wait till I come back with Haru to do something like a dinner.”

Sousuke bounced off of that,”im sure they were excited to see you though and were glad you’re here. I am too. Glad you come back.” Sousuke caught himself nearing dangerous territory and he was glad he could stare at the window, rather than facing the embarrassment of his statement while looking into Makoto’s eyes.

Makoto wasn’t prepared for that at all and a slight blush crept on his face,”I’m glad I could see you too. Rather than through just the phone. I’m still getting used to being away from home. Its nice to see familiar faces.” One of those familiar faces being Sousuke. He looked down, the conversation staying silent, but the air wasn’t awkward. Makoto felt nice being close to Sousuke and his presence soothed him.

Suddenly, the train made quite an abrupt stop, causing Makoto to lose his balance because he was spacing out. However, Sousuke had wrapped one hand around his waist to support him,”are you okay?”, he asked. Makoto sprung back up quickly, a smile on his face,”a-ah yeah, I spaced out” Sousuke just looked at him then responded,”be more careful.”

Makoto’s hand tightened on the handle as he looked down. He wish he could place his hand on his beating heart to get it to calm down but that would be way too obvious. The touch of his hand around his waist did more than what Makoto seemed it would do….was he falling too hard for the man?

Sousuke was thinking the same thing. After Makoto moved away from him, there was a part in his heart that regretted it. A part of his heart that wished he could hold onto Makoto longer. He also didn’t think that he had fallen that hard for the other man but the heart never lies.

Eventually, they arrived at their destination. Makoto had attempted more small talk, asking about how Sousuke was, before Sousuke reprimanded him,”I said there’s no worrying today and im fine, so dont think about things like that.” It wasn’t helpful at in trying keep Makoto from falling even more. People had worried about him, of course, but never in the way Sousuke had.

Makoto was so used to being the protector that being the protected was a weird, yet very comforting feeling. It made his heart warm that there was a person out there that they worried so much about how he was. His friends worried, of course. However, Makoto was very good at hiding his feelings. It was only Haru that could usually tell something was up but he didn’t try to do that too much. Haru had other things to worry about, especially with Ikuya.

Makoto was snapped out of his thoughts walking out of the train. Sousuke had hit him on the head,”oi, did you listen to what I say?” Makoto looked at him in surprise,”ah-um I-”, he stopped speaking as Sousuke placed a finger on his forehead,”each time it seems like you’re thinking about something troubling I’ll do that, got it?” Makoto could only nod his head in response.

Sousuke knew Makoto was probably worrying about that Ikuya situation too much and it kind of frustrated him. The only thing Makoto should be thinking about was the park and him, anything that wasn’t sad or would make him worry again. This was why he hit him. Once Makoto agreed to his statement,Sousuke smiled as he pulled away,”now come on, these rides will make you forget about all of that.”

“Hmmm, what ride do you want try to first,”Sousuke said as he looked down at the map unfolded in front of him. Makoto looked and answered,”I feel like we shouldn’t just start off with a rollercoaster, maybe something lighter, like the teacups.” “Makoto I dont know what your memory of teacups were but all I remember is endless smooshing.”, Sousuke said, which led Makoto to chuckle.

“I was always the tallest so I was the one doing the smooshing, ah then maybe the pirate’s ship?”, he suggested. Sousuke smiled,”of course you were and yea lets go.”

The pair walked and talked, Sousuke starting it off,”I really haven’t been here in a while. I didn’t have much time when my swimming took off.”

“Ah same here, maybe more because of the twins, but swimming became our main focus.I always loved it though.”, Makoto said, his eyes scanning the tons of smiles and laughter around him. It was a nice change of atmosphere.

The place wasn’t that far but they were interrupted before they could continue by one of the staff that worked there, a camera in his hand,”feel free to get your picture taken, if you feel like you want at the end of the day you just need a ticket!” They decided there was no harm in just taking and agreed.

The photographer was about to take it but put her camera down,”oh get closer closer, you two must at least be friends, black hair place your hand around his shoulder.”

Sousuke gulped but did just that. This was...already alot of physical contact he didn’t expect to have with Makoto that day.

“1..2..3..smile!~”

Sousuke managed to smile and Makoto did as well, putting a peace sign in the air. The lady gave them their ticket, thanking them, and then moved onto her next victims.

“That was unexpected”, Sousuke said. Makoto smiled,”it was but maybe we do need a photo. I’d like to remember this day.” Sousuke’s heart skipped a beat at the simple words that came out of Makoto’s mouth. He really shouldn’t be this but, oh God , he was

The day was going along pretty well. They started off with Pirate’s Ship and gradually upped the level with each ride.

During the late afternoon, the two of them got hungry and were going to search for somewhere to eat. However, before they did, they walked past a carnival area of the park. A guy managed to catch their attention,”just 25 cents each! If you’re lucky, then you can get a large plush, just land the quarter on one of the plates, easy right?”. It wasn’t in the slightest. That’s how those games worked.

Sousuke was just one of the few people who actually did know how to play this game. He walked up and digged in his pocket,”just a quarter right?”, and the guy nodded. Makoto looked at him with wide eyes,”you have this aura of confidence, have you done this before.” Sousuke smirked,”just start thinking of which plushie you want.”

Before Makoto could comment, Sousuke gracefully threw the quarter. Makoto watch with anticipation as the quarter kept rolling around until it finally settled down, still in the plate. The person working there had a shock on their face, but it quickly turned into a chuckle,”well young man, its not everyday I see this, thank you! Please choose a plushie of your liking”, he said as he pointed up.

Makoto looked at Sousuke, gesturing him to look at it. His heart was beating as he stared at the plushies. This is definitely something people do on date rights? Makoto felt spoiled. Again, another feeling he wasn’t used...not until he met Sousuke. His eyes locked onto an orca whale and he pointed,”that one.”

Once he got the very large plush, he hugged it, almost covering his face. Sousuke chuckled,”it fits you.” Makoto smiled,”thanks Sousuke, I guess it’ll be a nice addition to my dorm.” Sousuke heart skipped a beat and how happy winning that seemed to make Makoto. He wasn’t used to this feeling, wanting to spoil someone, wanting to see them smile. It was all so new.

The two stopped by a buffet place because they couldn’t decide on any specific food.

“What did you want to do after we eat?”, Sousuke asked, taking a bite of his chicken curry.

“Would it be a great idea to get on more rides after we eat? Maybe we could try something light like the carousel or the ferris wheel to pass the time”, Makoto answered but also quickly realized what he said. If they did that….this would really sound like they went on a date. He had been having too much fun that he forgot that were just two friends at an amusement together. Everything just felt so natural.

Sousuke almost choked on his food at the mention of the ferris wheel but responded,”y-yea, I think that would be nice, we could let our food settle and enjoy the view”

“Yea yea, enjoy the view. That would be nice. I think we would be able to see the ocean.”, Makoto, who was just as nervous, said.

The two of them were both hopeless when it came to love. These two who had always been so focused on swimming and caring about other people for a better part of their lives. A whale shark and a whale. An unlikely pair that came together to compliment one another in ways neither of them would ever fathom. This pair definitely needed a bit of courage and a push from the gods.

They were almost to the front of the line. To pass the time, they played some games, one of which was 21 questions, which resulted into them learning things about each other. Like how Sousuke wasn’t a morning person or Makoto loved cats but was quite scared of dogs. Through this, for both of them, it felt like they had gotten close to each other.

When they got into car for the ferris wheel, it rocked a bit due to both of their heavy size and weight. They chuckled as they each sat on one side. Makoto placed his plushie down on one side of the seat and scooted closer to the window.

The two of them were silent until they got higher, Makoto speaking,”wow, you’re beginning to see the whole park.” Sousuke stared out and replied,”ah you can, it seems so small now.” Makoto smiled and spoke as a thought came to mind,”isn’t that how the world is, you think its so big but in reality everything is so small.”

Sousuke thought about what he said for a minute,”you’re right. Also I think they have a parade towards when it hits nightfall when you want to stick around, I saw it on the map.”

Makoto turned his head to look at Sousuke and smiled,”yea, that’d be great! It’d be a nice way to end the night. Ah-thank you by the way, I did technically get in free.” Sousuke shook his head with a smile,”don’t worry about it, I had a pretty good time, thank you for coming on such a short notice.”

Makoto spoke,”oh its fine, besides we haven’t really hung out with each other like this, its a nice change of pace”

“I guess this our first time actually hanging out huh? Im glad we could. I never even thought we would be friends.”, Sousuke wasn’t smiling, but his face was still soft. He wondered what type of conversation this would lead to and he was nervous.

Makoto looked down,”I never thought I’d worry about you as much as I did. Its in my nature I guess but it just felt different with you.” Oh no. Why did he have to say it like that. He never thought that they would become this close, he only saw Sousuke as someone in need help, not a potential friend.

It was something about being locked up in the car of the ferris wheel, the only thing holding them up was pieces of metal that everyone trusted that could fall down at any minute, ultimately leading to their death. Maybe it wasn’t that it was just the ferris wheel that made everyone confess but the thought of realizing that world around you actually isn’t that big. You worry about what so many people might think you forget you’re just one speck of sand out of millions. That realizing things like this makes people take a chance at confessing their love. And it was exactly what was going to happen in just a few moments to the pair of them.

Sousuke continued,“When we first met, I may have been a little standoff-ish-”, Makoto interrupted with a chuckle,”a little?”, which made Sousuke smile,”maybe alot.”

“I realize I probably overstepped my boundaries I bit but...I don’t know. Its like seeing a kitten in a box. Its not yours, you can leave it alone, you’ve never even met it, but yet you’re still pulled to want to help them.”, Makoto said.

Sousuke let out a small laugh,“I don’t know if I should feel complimented but yes. I didn’t know who you were and I kind of associated you with the people who took Rin away from me. Well, he wasn’t mine but, it felt like he was apart of your team, despite being on a completely different team and after I had tried so hard to catchup with him...everything just went downhill after that. I started to shut people off, even Rin.I’m lucky you’re so stubborn, otherwise I might not be here today,”Sousuke finished, smiling at Makoto.

Makoto’s heart started beating after Sousuke said something like that. He really didn’t think he was that special to Sousuke but his words were making him think otherwise. However, he wasn’t aware this much about how Sousuke was feeling. There was a sort of emptiness, loneliness in his words. Did he feel alone? Anyone would after feeling like they don’t have a place to belong to. Being on a team doesn’t necessarily come along with this feeling and it may have been a struggle for Sousuke.

Makoto looked down and spoke,“When I first saw you swim...you were amazing. I was captivated and I figured it was no wonder you were great friends with Rin. But after the drama and your shoulder I was just attracted to you. A large protective aura came over me for some reason. And even now with you, im experiencing different….feelings I guess one would say. But theyre good. Theyre just so foreign to me. I don’t quite know what to do with them yet.”

Was Makoto really being this bold? It was just everything about the moment that screamed even if he didn’t express his feelings now he’d ignore them, throw them under the bus, pretend they weren’t they for years on end. It was better to fall now then to get even higher and fall later. At least, thats how his mind was rationalizing the whole situation.

Something came down on Makoto’s head, but it was gentle. He looked up to see Sousuke smiling,”I would bonk your head but its my fault you put on that face. Its weird but I always want to see your smile, I feel like its what you deserve.” Makoto blushed and his eyes looked down,”saying embarrassing stuff like that…” Sousuke chuckled as he removed his hand,”you’re cute Makoto.”

Makoto only blushed more and looked up, trying to refute his statement,”am not.”

“You kind of are”, Sousuke said.

Makoto stood up abruptly,”HeY-ouch!”, he had forgotten that were both too tall to stand up straight and hit his head. He sat back down and looked at a laughing Sousuke,”Sousuke,this is your fault you know,”he whined,although, for a split second, Makoto was glad he made a fool of himself. Hearing Sousuke laugh like that felt so good to his ears and he wished he had more that throughout the day.

“But here”, Sousuke calmed down and grabbed Makoto’s wrists, removing them from his head. He went to go check his head, since the hit seemed pretty hard,“You’re good, just dont do that again”, he said as he scanned his head. “why…”,Makoto mumbled.

“Huh?”, commented Sousuke as he pulled his head away, not even realizing his hands were still on Makoto’s wrist.

Makoto’s blush crept on his face again,not being handle the gaze of Sousuke’s eyes,”why do you make me feel so safe”,Makoto managed to breath out in a low voice, his racing heart stopping him from speaking any higher.

That caught Sousuke off guard. He made Makoto feel safe? Well, that’s because he wanted too. He wanted to protect his smile, his heart, everything . Sousuke only answered with a question of his own,”why do you make me want to protect you so much?”

Makoto’s hands balled up into a fist,”why...why is my heart beating so fast?”

“Why is mine beating fast also?”, Sousuke questioned.

“Why are we speaking in questions?”, Makoto asked as he finally looked at Sousuke.

Sousuke smiled and looked up,”I dont know, why are we?”

Makoto didn’t have an answer so Sousuke, taking a bullet, spoke,”why...do I want to kiss you right now?”

Makoto was flustered, his face getting redder, but that was only cuter to Sousuke. This was definitely happening, right? Sousuke kind of implied that he would want to kiss Makoto.He spoke even though his nerves skyrocketed,”w-why...would I ever say no?”

Sousuke slowly let go of Makoto’s hands and placed them on his face, still staring at Makoto. He was going to ask if Makoto was sure that he wanted this but his answer was proven by his actions. Makoto had closed his eyes and Sousuke took it as yes. He leaned slowly and didn’t stop until their lips were pressed together.

Is this what a real kiss feels like? Thought the both of them. Also, for both, it was their first time kissing. Everything was new to them. It felt so soft, yet so good.

They stayed like that for about 30 seconds until Sousuke pulled away, his face probably a red mess just like Makoto’s. He placed his hands on his lap and looked down, an awkward silence between them.

“Mako-”

“Sous-”

They both spoke at the same time but stopped.

Sousuke gave into the silence and took a deep breath,”Makoto...as you can most likely tell..I have feelings for you.” His heart was threatening to jump out of his chest. What if everything just went wrong?

Makoto’s heart almost stopped at Sousuke’s words. “U-um...so do I…”

Awkward Silence. Again.

However, Sousuke broke it a minute later,”does this...mean..”

Makoto looked up at him and got where he was going,”I mean..if you want…”

Sousuke smiled and let out a nervous laugh,”I bet we both look stupid now.”

Makoto smiled as the tension died down a bit,”no can see us though. Only we’ll know.”

Before they could continue, it stopped and the door opened. They had completely lost track of time and almost forgot that they were even in a ferris wheel.

Sousuke got out first and offered his hand to help Makoto before the person in charge could. Makoto took it, a smile on his face, his other hand holding the plushie.

After that, Sousuke never let go of his hand as they exited and spoke,”should we go find a spot for the parade?”.he asked. Makoto’s heart was racing but he held his tighter,”yes, lets go do that.”

The two of them were happy. A happy that wasn’t just because you won a game or your team won the swimming competition. It was a different kind of happiness, a content happiness. A happiness that only belonged to them and that they could only feel with each other. A happiness that made both of their faces light up with bright smiles.

A happiness that no one else could make them feel.

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Emoticons and How to Use Them --- a Destiel ficlet

Hey, peeps! I sat down to write some meta yesterday and this came out instead! I hope you’ll enjoy it!

AO3: I need an ao3 account. Sorry, gals and pals, still don’t have one. Characters: Dean/Cas/human!Cas, Sam Winchester, glimpse of Rowena Setting: Sometime in S13, post midseason finale Category: Total fluffety fluff with heavy duty intimacy and non-explicit smuttiness. First kiss/first time. Honesty. Flirting. Handholding. insecure!Dean. soft!Dean. assertive!Cas. (god all these labels but) I just want them to get to be marshmallows melting in hot chocolate with each other so here’s a cuppa! :)

Taster: Why was Cas winking at him? What the hell was this supposed to mean? Why was he winking at Dean at five-fifteen in the goddamn morning? Had something happened? Was this actually code for him being in real trouble? No. Cas wouldn’t have sent this of all things…

Dean gets a very unclear and confusing text from Cas. Dean doesn’t quite know how to handle it. Flashback fluff included with purchase, as well as general Destiel shenanigans.

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It was an emoticon that started it all. A fucking emoticon.

Dean woke up and checked his phone and there it was, in a message from Cas, just some random-ass, early-as-all-hell message. It had been sent at five-fifteen in the morning. Five-fifteen. Cas the angel hadn’t slept and yeah, it wouldn’t have surprised Dean to have seven random messages sent between midnight and dawn because angel Cas had sent him an Argentinian recipe for chickpea soup once at two forty-four on a Friday night and it had made Dean tap out a furious message in response right then and there, telling Cas the angel to stop fucking messaging him when he’s trying to get a few hours sleep in.

Cas had sulked for three days.

But the soup had turned out to be on this side of awesome, so Dean had kind of had to apologise for going off on one.

“Tell me when it’s okay for me to message you, Dean, and I won’t bother you when it’s an inconvenience,” Cas had said, testily, with that glare of his that could move Dean’s bones around in his body, and Dean had tried a smile, tried to placate, tried to charm.

Even though he knew perfectly well how it never worked on Cas.

“Look, you can text me anytime, alright, if it’s… important.”

“Right,” Cas said, stare not giving an inch, jaw setting. “Life and death is okay, but hold off on sharing interesting tidbits.”

Aw, fuck sake.

“Come on, Cas. It’s not like I’m on a set sleeping schedule here. I don’t know when I’ll get a chance to get some shuteye. It’s not that I don’t want recipes for… soup, it’s just… You know - timing.”

“Timing,” Cas had repeated, suddenly frowning softly, growing thoughtful, and Dean knew that the mood had turned from irritation to a whole new set of questions and that he’d averted a clipped conversation that never really amounted to anything, following the same pattern of unspoken things that they’d had for a few years now, skirting the issue of… something.

That simmering irritation not actually sitting between them like a bright-eyed animal, hoping this was the moment it got to pounce, because of anything to do with “tidbits” and whether it was alright to share them or not. This bright-eyed animal had everything to do with… something else.

So Dean had started texting Cas before going to sleep, simply writing Shuteye, so that Cas would know not to be in touch unless it was actually life or death, and texting him with an emoji sun once he woke up, which he did without thinking and then just got in the habit of, even though at first he thought it was pretty dumb and, honestly, he never was a fan of emojis because who the fuck communicates using pictures when they’re beyond the age of four anyway?

So yeah, the finer points of this mode of expression was more or less lost on him.

And now he’d gotten a text with an emoticon sent at five-fifteen in the fucking morning, not by Cas the angel, but by Cas the newly minted human, and Cas the newly minted human slept like a log - wherever the hell he put his head down - until nine am, unless his five alarms went off. The coffee maker and soft-and-thoughtful waker of Dean the sleeping bear was long gone.

Dean refused to admit he missed the barely established routine of coffee cup on bedside table, a pause and then fingers soft, soft on his cheek for just the breath of a moment before Cas’ gravelly voice would murmur “Coffee” and he’d be gone again. He refused to admit he missed the unbridled and daring show of intimacy, of understanding. And still, he missed it, with or without the admittance of it.

It was the wink emoticon.

Cas had sent a winking fucking semi-colon smiling sonofabitch completely out of the blue. And nothing else. Just that.

Why was Cas winking at him? What the hell was this supposed to mean? Why was he winking at Dean at five-fifteen in the goddamn morning? Had something happened? Was this actually code for him being in real trouble? No. Cas wouldn’t have sent this of all things…

But what if he’d had the phone in his pocket and he couldn’t actually see what he was texting? What if someone had been looking over his shoulder and he used sending this as a cover for actually calling for backup? Where the hell was he right now, anyway? He’d gone on an intel based mission to a library in Philadelphia, right? But he’d gone on it by request of Rowena the backstabbing bitch so…

Fuck.

Dean squeezed his phone the way anxiety was starting to squeeze at his heart and he threw the covers aside, getting out of bed, stopping as he reached his bedroom door, suddenly unsure.

He should text Cas back and ask if he was okay. Plain and simple like that.

But if this was a wink that had been sent for other reasons.

If this was Cas having hesitated half the night about sending it and then sending it against his better judgment. Because that’s what Dean had nearly done five times in the past month. Well, not that it had been a winking fucking emoticon, but it had been a short query in a direct text about going for a beer. Hey, let’s get a beer Friday night. And then he’d almost added Just the two of us. But deleted that glaring, horribly incriminating addition and typing it back and deleting it three times. And then he’d deleted the whole message. On five different occasions.

He swallowed, glared at his phone, thought about throwing it across the room to get it away from him and forget about it and trust that Cas was fine and that he wouldn’t have texted Dean this stupid emoticon if something really bad was going down, he’d have texted Sam, because…

Because him flirting with Sam would seem really off. Because Cas had been flirting with Dean for weeks. Or so Dean thought. Which was why he’d almost sent that message five times. Chickening out every single time because with Cas he wasn’t sure, he was never just sure of himself around that dickhead. He could be cool and he could act all nonchalant and unmoved, but the truth was that Cas had made his pulse jump into higher gear for years now. For fucking years. And it didn’t look like it was ever going to change, this effect Cas had on him.

Love. Or whatever.

Yeah, fuck.

For one brief second he actually thought about searching online for the real meaning of the wink emoticon. Could it be just between friends? A platonic wink? It must be a thing. Like different flowers had different meanings. And then he felt like bashing his head against the wall because he was such a major asshole and why couldn’t he text Cas and ask if he was okay?

Because what if this was Cas’ version of asking to go for a beer, that’s why.

Dean hesitated for just one more second before leaving his bedroom for the kitchen, where he knew he’d find Sam at this time of the morning.

“Cas sent me this,” Dean said, handing his phone over.

Sam frowned deeply at him, then turned his eyes on the phone, his brow smoothing as he blinked.

“Right, well, maybe he woke up with morning wood because he’d had a dream about you and this is him letting you in on it,” Sam said matter-of-factly.

Dean felt like the room had turned into a vacuum of noiseless self-awareness.

“That’s not… that’s… I… don’t think,” he managed, reaching for the phone, trying to keep the blush creeping up his neck from reaching his face.

“Why don’t you send him the aubergine,” Sam plowed on, having a noisy sip of his coffee before picking up a nearby newspaper. “Live a little.”

“Yeah, so not helpful, man,” Dean said.

“I thought it was,” Sam smirked into his coffee cup and Dean had to muster all his willpower not to smack the cup right out of Sam’s big, stupid hand.

“Maybe he’s in trouble,” Dean tried, without any real conviction.

“I just talked to him,” Sam shook his head, flattening the newspaper out with one firm shake.

“Oh,” Dean mumbled, knowing he should just leave the room, wondering why he was lingering like some douche, staring at Sam like he could somehow save him, like he would actually offer a life raft after just having thrown him into the deep end of this confusing and vast humiliation. “You sure it was him?” Dean tried lightly, wanting his voice to not sound quite as desperate as it unfortunately did.

Sam gave him one of those looks that was somewhere between pity and worry and Dean wanted to punch his face, but didn’t. Then Sam’s expression relaxed again and Dean relaxed with it because he knew here came some real advice at last and Sam said:

“Just send him a smile back, dude.”

Right. Just a smile. No big deal.

Dean shuffled out of the kitchen and back through the bunker to the privacy of his bedroom, phone in hand and thoughts in head and panic in heart. Soft, swirling worry all through him. Goosebumps even rose on his arms as he took a seat on the edge of his bed.

Why would he send Cas a vegetable anyway?

Better stay away from the cryptic emojis and should he use pictures or should he use symbols, mimic Cas or branch out? The problem with emojis was that even though he had no idea what they all meant, he knew there was a whole thing to it, and Cas probably knew all about it because he actually liked emoticons and he used emojis for swift communication, too. He’d always sent a string of them, though, cobbling together some sort of story, usually having to do with where he was currently at. Car-City-Phone meant he was on the road and he’d call when he’d arrived. Phone-Daytime-Hourglass meant he’d call in an hour. Phone-Nighttime-Hourglass meant he’d call in an hour. He just liked being specific.

Dean had always figured it was because angels had no real concept of time, or of space, so Cas had to actually be specific for his own sake more than Dean’s or Sam’s. Dean kind of loved that about him, that he’d always gone out of his way to adjust himself to them like that.

And with that thought he felt how much he missed the dumbass, like a shard in his heart, and he wanted to text him the words that immediately popped in his head. Come home.

Get your ass back here.

Come sleep in my bed and I’ll make you coffee in the morning and bring it in here and wake you with my fingers gently pushing against your cheek. I’ll kiss the sleep from your eyelids and tell you I love you and not to send me fucking confusing text messages ever again.

You’d know what they mean now, Dean.

That’s what Cas would say. And the corner of Dean’s mouth lifted in a small smile at that thought, and he closed his eyes because fuck, how does he do this? How does he not screw this up? He’d been up against the wall more times in his life than he could count, than he could even remember, but he’d never been scared like this. There was this white-hot fear at the thought of losing Cas again and it simmered over his skin, under his skin, through his flesh and veins and into his blood and it made his heart feel like it was going to stop. If he ever lost Cas again…

He almost told him. When Cas gave up his grace, when he chose this life instead of holding onto the existence he’d always known, Dean almost told him.

I can’t lose you. You don’t know what losing you did to me. I don’t work without you, not anymore. I just don’t. Please. Say you won’t leave. Promise me you’ll fight to live. Tell me you’ll stay…

Or some not quite so borderline-prayer, slightly less sappy way of admission.

It was how he felt, though.

It just turned out he didn’t need to say it out loud because there wasn’t any real question of where Cas would live, what he would do, that he was a part of the team, that he wanted to be there for Jack, and with Michael spreading his dark wings over the world, where else could Cas possibly go anyway? Of course he was staying with them, of course they were in this together.

Of course.

Dean opened Cas’ message and began scrolling up in their text conversation, unable to keep the smile off as he reached the links Cas had sent a few weeks ago, ten question marks after the last one. Dean had read them, all of them having to do with the rainforest, the first one had to do with details of it’s destruction, the others had to do with the work done to save it, preserve it, and Dean had known that those question marks were not actually a question, but more an exclamation of “Isn’t this amazing??????????” and Dean had felt all that hope and faith flow into him. Truth was, how Cas still believed so strongly in humanity never failed to make Dean go the big warm and fuzzy. Like there was something more to humans than even they could perceive. Like Cas believed they were all miracle workers that just needed that one incentive to do the right thing.

Fucking former angel and his stupidly big heart.

Almost nine am and Cas would know he’d be up now. Even if he slept soundly he very rarely slept later than eight, so it was time to send a reply. He could just send a wink back? But what if the wink had been some sort of mistake text? Like a butt-dial but closer to the slippery-finger variety? Maybe Cas had sent it and then just thought meh, Dean won’t think anything of it.

But the other night…

The other night they’d stayed up late, researching.

They’d sat under the soft light of the library lamps, next to each other at the big table, reading, muttering to each other if something semi-interesting cropped up.

Dean had forcibly been keeping his feet from inching closer to Cas’; forcibly been keeping his eyes from glancing at Cas’ profile more frequently than they were actually reading sentences in the book in front of him, and pretty much failing in both tasks because his right foot did this soft slide in extreme slow-motion towards Cas’, and Cas’ profile, and the way his eyes moved as he read, and the way he pursed his lips softly once in awhile and in a way that made Dean’s chest ache with longing every single time, all of this was taken in, much more greedily, than the lore he was meant to be digging through.

“You haven’t turned a page in ten minutes,” Cas remarked casually, turning a page.

Dean knew his eyes were softening and that it was dangerous territory to stay up late, just the two of them, and sit close to this man whom he loved, because he’d spent so many years not touching him that recently he’d started touching him as frequently as possible, and possibility arose all the time because he wanted it to. Here he was presented with one of those possibilities, because Cas was right there, and so Dean reached out, for no reason, and gently took hold of Cas’ tie, grasping it and pulling it so that Cas moved to face him, Dean’s mouth already drying because he’d wanted to pull on that tie for a while now, pull on it, wrap it around his hand, get Cas close, real close, all up in each other’s faces close.

“Why are you still wearing this thing?” he wondered, voice too soft and he couldn’t care less.

He gently tugged on the already loosened knot, making the tie come undone beneath his fingers, eyes meeting Cas’, who was looking at him with a slight, questioning frown.

“You hate ties,” Dean said by way of reminder, and excuse, pulling the tie free, listening to it slide out against the fabric of the shirt, released from around Cas’ neck.

“I do hate ties,” Cas confirmed, Dean’s treacherous toes suddenly knocking against Cas’ under the table and Dean was smiling and they weren’t even fucking drunk, but he felt drunk and happy and stupid and fine with it.

Then Cas smiled back and everything was starlight and Dean almost kissed him then.

Almost.

But he chickened out, had mumbled something about how ties suck big time and stuffed it in his pocket as he got to his feet because his skin was heating and his face was flushing and he could barely breathe and he “had to get to bed” so he ran the fuck away from that almost kiss and now there was this goddamn emoticon winking at him and his mouth was dry again and maybe he should just send the fucking aubergine. He had some inkling of what it might insinuate.

His thumb hovered.

Not over the aubergine, but over that regular smiley. Send a smile back. Simple. Could mean anything. Could mean Yeah, saw that wink and it made me smile because funny, dude. Could mean Nice of you to wink at me, I’m smiling back because it was nice. Could mean that he was a complete and utter dickwad who didn’t know fuck-all about how to communicate using fucking pictures and simple symbols because he was lesser than a goddamn four year old.

Fuck.

He typed Hi, then deleted it.

He typed Cas, then stared at the name for over a minute before he deleted it.

He typed Hah yeah that’s— and deleted it.

He typed Something in your eye? — deleted it.

He typed I liked your coffee better. — and deleted it with one hard press of his thumb, groaning with irritation at himself.

Finally he sat perfectly still for a few moments, deciding just to send the smiley face, his thumb hovering and then quickly pressing the emoji and the send button in one swift movement and he closed his eyes.

There.

When he opened them they grew wide as he realised, with a tremor of horror, that he hadn’t sent the regular smiley, he’d sent the one that was laughing out loud-ing all over the place with eyes squeezed into sideways Vs and a big toothy grin all over its annoying yellow face.

f.u.c.k.

Okay, don’t freak out, it’s fine. But this could be taken way wrong, given the possible context. Shit, Cas would think he was laughing at him. Okay, calm. Calm down. Calm. But his hands were shaking as he frantically tried to think of what to do. He stared at the wall, then at his phone, then back at the wall, his phone, then sent the heart emoji.

There was now a hysterically laughing smiley followed by a heart and that was his reply and what the actual hell was that even supposed to mean? Dude, you slay me with your winking but thanks, love you too. The FUCK??

He almost ran back to the kitchen. He needed Sam to tell him what Cas would think. But Sam wouldn’t know, so he wouldn’t be able to answer that question anyway. No, Sam would very calmly raise an eyebrow at the fuck up, then he’d just as calmly and not a little sneakily take a screen shot and he’d message that screen shot to himself and he’d sit on it until the right moment came to go print it in one thousand copies and plaster the goddamn bunker with them. And then he’d just smile and be so damned pleased with himself and…

No.

The time for Sam’s advice was long passed.

Dean closed his eyes, reminding himself that he was a nearly forty year old man and that he was not a teenager anymore and that he had handled archangels on his ass, and God’s sister, and the frigging Devil and he’d become some kind of parent guardian to the Devil’s kid and he was the goddamn firewall of the world and he could send a simple text message without losing his shit.

He looked at the heart again.

And lost his shit.

He sent the fucking heart emoji, what the fuck was wrong with him?

He was typing out Hi sorry that wasn’t— when he was interrupted by a second heart. This one sent to him. He stared at it. At its softly beating, red declaration of… what? What exactly? What were they doing here? What the hell was he supposed to think now? A wink and a heart. But the heart was only in response to his heart - which he hadn’t meant to send. So maybe Cas hadn’t either. Maybe it was just like he meant to do with the regular smiley - just a thing, a reciprocation, not an actual You gave me your heart so here’s mine in return.

But if he was honest with himself, truly honest, he had meant to send that stupid heart.

He’d wanted to send that stupid heart for days, for weeks and months, for years, from the moment he first met this heart-stopping, soul-healing angel he’d wanted to throw his heart in his face and watch him deal with that, unsettle him the way he’d been unsettled, upturn his world the way his world had been upturned, make the angel fall in love with him the way the angel had made him fall, and fall, and fly.

He almost tapped his fingers over a hundred different emojis just to throw sand in this machinery they’d set to work, just to negate the meaning of that heart, one flurry of images to say oh, fuck, hey, don’t know what I’m doing here, remember, this is all for shits and giggles, right, nothing serious going on here, I don’t need you to explain or even mention this ever.

But he didn’t.

Instead he plugged his phone into its charger and left the room before he made a mistake that he couldn’t repair.

Morning had turned to afternoon had moved into evening was inching towards night by the time the door of the bunker opened and Cas walked through it.

Dean hadn’t gone near his phone all day and was on pins and needles, back straightening at the sound of the heavy latch being lifted and the door pushed open.

Cas had called Sam once sometime after lunch, asking if everything was okay with them, since Dean wasn’t replying to his texts. Sam had glared - he’d actually glared in clear annoyance - at Dean and had assured Cas all was fine. They were still researching and could really use those books Cas had gone to get. Cas had said he was on his way home.

Home.

And that he shouldn’t be too late. So naturally Dean’s leg had been popping up and down for the better part of three hours, ever since it officially became evening, and as the evening dragged on toward that too late part of settling into night, he was beginning to feel on the brink of exploding with fearful impatience. He wanted to see Cas, he wanted to know they were good, he wanted to move beyond this and leave it behind, and at the same time he wanted Cas to walk across the floor and kiss him stupid. Grab him and hold him and love him. Damnit.

So he waited. He waited to see which one it would be. He waited and didn’t want to be the one to open his mouth first because he’d ruin it.

Whatever it was.

And now here Cas came, walking down the stairs, carrying five thick volumes in his arms, watching his step before he reached the floor and headed into the library, eyes not meeting Dean’s as he approached the table, setting the books down with a soft moan that did things to Dean he didn’t want to show, so he shifted in his chair, feeling expectant and growing worried it was shining out of his eyes, this blooming, gentle hope that Cas would turn to him and smile in that way that made Dean’s insides catch fire and that he’d say “Coming?” before turning and leaving the room and Dean would know exactly where they were going and he would follow.

He’d follow for the rest of his life.

But Cas just dropped heavily into a chair, rubbing one hand over tired eyes, starting to talk to Sam about what he’d already learned from the text. There seemed to be at least a few remarkable points, so it wasn’t a completely wasted trip, but that big key Rowena was hoping for, it didn’t seem to be in these pages. There could be a clue to where to look next, though, so they knew what they were doing over the weekend, that was for sure. Finely toothed combs and all that.

And then, finally, his eyes met Dean’s.

A brief glance.

Like a momentary lapse of focus. Like he didn’t mean to do it. His jaw clenching, his hand flexing, his throat swallowing, and Dean picked up on every single thing because now he was actually looking for them, and his heart lurched forward like it was on a goddamn roller coaster and suddenly he felt sick.

I could touch him and he wouldn’t flinch.

The thought was bold like neon, like gasoline beneath a match, like a leap of faith into nothing but air, and Dean let it move through his head until it had grown into knowledge so blinding he had to get to his feet, saying a feeble:

“Oh, hey, man - I still have your tie.”

And he left the room and he thought oh, I still have his tie like here’s your tie like isn’t this the tie you bought that time like haven’t you missed this tie like it’s so important I give you this fucking useless thing to tie around your neck right now because if I don’t focus on this useless thing I’ll focus on this one thing that matters the most and I know you hate ties but here’s this one back.

He pulled the tie out of the drawer he’d put it in and when he turned around he wasn’t alone because Cas was in his doorway, small frown on, as ever.

“I hate ties,” he stated.

I know that, Dean wanted to say. Remember? I know that.

But he knew why he brought up the tie. And he realised now, eyes locked with that blue, blue sense of abandon, of losing himself, that Cas knew why, too. Because it wasn’t about handing back some useless thing. It was about reminding them both of the touch, the feel of undress, the knock of toe against toe, the cowardly retreat. It was a reminder of everything that didn’t happen that could have. That should have. It was about asking if everything that didn’t happen was what that wink was all about.

Dean felt like he should look away, but he couldn’t. Eyes on Cas, and Cas’ eyes in his, and everything was quiet except that rush of blood in his ears. He held onto the tie like it was a length of rope attached to something unimaginable. Time stopped.

And then Cas was in his space, and Cas’ hands gently cradled his face, eyes drifting to his lips and they both moved, they melted into each other, finally, equally hungry and commanding, that length of rope unknotting itself and the unimaginable becoming tangible and touchable, tongues dancing, the kiss deep and immediate and without anymore hesitation because nothing had ever felt truer than this, than them, right then.

Hips braced, hands claimed, fingers pulled through soft locks and Dean was making noises he’d never heard himself make before and it was almost harsh, this wanting to be closer, to be given and to take, to succumb. He knew he was done for. He knew it and felt freer than he’d ever felt before, because there was a smile in Cas’ eyes, and more kisses from his lips, and his tongue was eager in tasting him, his hands demanding to be fed, fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt, wanting it off, wanting to trace over skin, and being wanted like that, by this man, was everything.

This man was everything.

And for the first time since Dean moved into his room, he had someone to share his bed with him.

They came together in a breathless soaring; they slept in a tangled mess of limbs.

Dean woke up only once, when Cas nuzzled his nose into the curve of his neck and sighed softly.

It made Dean smile without opening his eyes, running his hand up to Cas’ shoulder, pulling him more tightly against him.

The next time Dean woke he could tell it was morning, he could tell it was time to get up, and when he checked his phone it said it was almost ten am, his eyes widening in slight surprise, and then he noticed that he had five messages from Cas. He opened the conversation, goosebumps on his arms again.

I made you this said the first text and the second text was a link. The fucker had made him a playlist. Dean couldn’t keep the grin off as he pressed the link and was taken to Spotify, where he eyed the titles and his grin felt like it might break his face in half. Cas had put his heart into songs for him.

Everything okay? asked the third text.

I’m worried stated the fourth.

I’m calling Sam said the fifth.

Dean felt sorry that he hadn’t been braver yesterday, it would have saved them both a helluva tense afternoon, but Cas shifted against him, and the warmth of him along the length of Dean’s body made Dean exhale slowly, putting his phone away, feeling the weight of Cas as he had one arm underneath his head, Cas’ head more or less on his left shoulder and, damn, Cas was so damned gorgeous like this, asleep.

Dean stared for a moment, frozen to the spot, thinking of all the things that could go wrong, that most likely would go wrong, and all the ways both of them could get hurt. Pain and horror and death, right? Twice the worrying about getting ganked. But…

Dean moved his head to place a gentle kiss on Cas’ brow.

He couldn’t keep a smirk down, at himself, at the fluff in his chest like fucking cotton that would just swallow every scare, every worry, every last hesitation that dared to rear its ugly head because of how much he loved the man in his arms. Nothing else mattered.

He ran his mouth softly down the bridge of Cas’ nose, placing his next kiss on Cas’ cheek.

Cas hummed sleepily.

Dean smiled and moved his lips to Cas’, not caring even for a second that whatever breath they’d be engaging in wouldn’t be much fun pre-toothbrushing because he was going to wake Cas with a kiss.

And so he did and it was lazy and a little sloppy and fucking fantastic and Cas’ hand moved into his hair and their chests connected as Dean pulled Cas on top of him and they kissed and kissed themselves properly awake until they were both so awake that there was a slight concern they’d wake up Sam in the process.

Then Dean got up and made coffee and got some half-stale Danish from one of the kitchen cupboards that they could dunk to their hearts’ delight and he got an orange because they were Cas’ favourites and he got the paper for no reason other than that they should have a paper in bed and he came back to his bedroom, hair on end and lips still swollen from making out with Cas and he thought he might explode from the happiness he felt when Cas looked over at him from where he was laying, still in bed, naked, with only Dean’s sheet for cover, hair sticking up unapologetically and the same happy grin on his face that Dean knew he was wearing.

They read the newspaper in severe silence, both dunking their Danish and chewing it loudly until they burst into a fit of giggles at the forced domesticity, chucking the paper out of bed and going right back to the kissing and touching and exploring, learning new things every time fingertips ventured into new territory. Once they’d had their fill again, Cas settled against Dean, throwing an arm across his midsection and kissing his shoulder before their eyes met.

“Hey,” Dean murmured and Cas smiled, bright and beautiful.

“Hey,” he said.

And then there was a swell of emotion and Dean’s eyes grew wet and he thought maybe Cas’ did as well and their foreheads rested together, gently, and the following kissing was a sweet and tender and drawn out affair of light touches and quiet murmurs and then they were holding each other tight and saying words they’d wanted to say for a long time, too damn long, and once that floodgate opened there was no shutting them up, either of them, and honesty became a drug and they talked and talked until Sam banged on the door and yelled for them to get their sore asses out of bed already, Rowena had come back from wherever she went, and reality stepped in, but it wouldn’t ever take over from this; from them. Not ever.

And they had a shower and Sam had to bang on that door too with a “really guys come on”. Already exasperated with them. Making both of them smile wide and Dean ran a towel over Cas’ drop-wet everywhere and it took them another ten minutes to even get back to his bedroom and Dean was distracted watching Cas get dressed and then he was distracted watching Cas run his fingers through his wet hair and then Dean was moaning about having to go do research and couldn’t they do research in bed and Cas suddenly smiled wickedly and it made Dean kiss him long and hard against the wall until Cas finally reminded him they were trying to save the world. Again.

Which was true.

So they left the room to do that other thing they do and as they headed for the library Dean asked:

“Why’d you even send that text so early in the morning?”

“I guess,” Cas replied, reaching out and twisting their fingers together in a loosely firm hold as they entered the library, finishing: “I still have a thing or two to learn about timing.”

And Dean smiled then, and wanted to tell him that wasn’t true, but he didn’t. Instead he moved the halfway grasp their fingers had on each other into a palm-to-palm clutch before planting a chaste kiss on Cas’ mouth, Sam glancing at them, raising pleased eyebrows and failing to keep a contented smirk off his face.

Rowena stared at them before she arranged her face into a blinking mask of seeing this coming a mile away.

“Whatcha got?” Dean asked, stopping by the table and looking down at the big black Book of Shadows open on an image of something that looked like a cross between a ghoul and a chupacabra.

Obviously, they’d got business as usual, even after life changing decisions had been made, all thanks to a goddamn winking emoticon. But however he griped, Dean had to smile a lopsided smile at the thought, glancing up at Cas, their hands still locked together, Dean feeling his whole body unwind, loosen, at ease, unable to resist as he caught Cas’ eye, he widened his smile a tad, and gave him a wink.

#my fic #destiel #destiel fanfiction #destiel fluff #soft!Dean #insecure!Dean #pining!Dean #assertive!Cas #deancas #casdean #the greatest love story ever told #post s13 midseason fluff #shipper!Sam #emoticons can be a bitch #this might undergo more edits #hope you enjoyed it!#thanks for reading!

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A Mystic Meeting

Title: A Mystic Meeting aka the Mystic Messenger ficlet no one asked for and I still wrote Fandom: Mystic Messenger Rating: Explicit Warnings: None Categories: F/M Relationships: MC x Zen Word count: 6760 Summary: In which Rika actually dies (rotten bitch), V befriends MC and makes her a new member of the RFA, no drama happens, MC has multiple months to plan the event and actually get to know the characters and yet they never meet in that time...until they do. Enjoy.

It had been many months since MC had joined the RFA – almost half a year at this point! - and yet no one but V had met the mysterious girl and new organizer of their infamous parties. Sure enough she was added to the chat room and everyone was allowed to talk to her through texts and call, yet all the boys and Jaehee were more than eager to finally be able to put a face to the tender voice on the other side of the line, to the kind words and encouragement on the screen. Hell, the girl didn't even have her own emoticons! The RFA members had nothing to go by and V was always cryptic about her, never revealing anything about how MC might look. At first everyone was rather frustrated about it, especially Yoosung. Yoosung★: Since Rika died he's even more secretive. It's not fair!!! ZEN: Calm down, Yoosung. I'm sure he has a reason. Maybe MC just doesn't want us to know what she looks like... Yoosung★: I don't believe that. Why wouldn't she want us to know? 707: Maybe she's really ugly? Yoosung★: SEVEN!!! ZEN:

I can't believe you! No Lady is ugly! Yoosung★: Yes, Zen's right!

Hold on a moment... Didn't you do a background check on her, Seven? 707: Yes, so? Yoosung★: Shouldn't you know what she looks like? 707: …

V refused to let me look into those files!

ZEN: So what you're saying is, you don't know what she looks like either? We're in the same boat for once? 707: Yes... ZEN HA!

As time passed, however, the boys and Jaehee got used to the fact that they didn't know what their newest member looked like. It didn't matter. MC was their friend, always there when they needed her, never asking any questions. She supported each and every one of them, be it with small things like looking out for Elizabeth the 3rd so Jaehee didn't have to and Saeyoung wouldn't kill her or bigger things like being a friend to V, filling a void in his heart and finally convincing him to get his eyes fixed up so his beautiful art would not be lost to him forever. After all, that's how they'd met; she'd been the one to organize his exhibition and apparently she'd charmed him to the point V found her an adequate addition to their team. Not that anyone had objections at this point.

When Jaehee was stressed out about work, not sure whether she'd manage to finish her project, MC took a load off her shoulders by taking on some tasks she could handle from Rika's old apartment. When Yoosung was scared he might not pass his semester she was the one who got him an appointment with a game addict group and called him once every hour for a week to make sure he was studying. When Zen broke his leg and called her at three in the morning, distressed he'd not be able to continue the play he was working on she calmed him down and practice his lines with him over the phone until the sun came up. She never once said a mean thought about anyone in the group and seemed to just...understand them. Despite never having seen her, MC's inner beauty formed an image of her in their minds, reflecting her character.

ZEN: If MC is half as beautiful as her soul, she might even rival me! Jumin Han: Fascinating... ZEN: What? Jumin Han: How you manage to make even compliments to others about yourself. ZEN:

Everyone was content with the information they had about MC. She was bold, honest and upfront. If you asked her anything, she'd give you the answer straight away, something all of the members grew to love about her. That was until V reminded them that the party was a mere week away, as it was supposed to be held on Christmas Eve. Once more the chat room blew up, everyone wildly discussing the first party to be held since Rika's death two years ago as well as the fact that this time they'd get to meet MC for sure! The members were especially excited as V had told them what a great party MC had organized and the girl herself had been practically AWOL from the chat for almost a week, fine tuning everything so the party would be perfect.

Yoosung★: We're finally holding the party!

And getting to meet MC!

Jumin Han: Stop overusing those emoticons, Yoosung. ZEN: Leave him alone, he's excited. We all are. Jaehee Kang: Zen's right. Although I am a little worried about MC Yoosung★: What? Why?! Jaehee Kang: Well, for once this is her first party. Seeing as she hasn't been online for a week just to make sure that everything is perfect for the guests, I take it that she's taking it rather seriously. Which is good, but also must mean that she is probably stressed and nervous. Now on top of meeting and satisfying over two hundred guests she is also in a situation where she has to meet and satisfy us, I believe... Jumin Han: Assistent Kang has a point. We did put MC on quite the pedestal over the past couple of months. What if she does't meet our expectations? ZEN: I can't believe you people! MC has been nothing but kind, understanding and loving to all of us. To even consider the possibility she might not be good enough... Then again, what else to expect from the trust fund kid with the superiority complex Jumin Han: I never said she wouldn't meet our standards, Zen. I just suggested that she might feel like she possibly doesn't. Assistent Kang is my best worker and yet she often doubts herself and her abilities. I assume it's a female trait. Jaehee Kang: I don't know whether to be insulted or to thank you...

Yoosung★: I think I understand what Jumin means... 707 has entered the chatroom 707: It's Christmas. Why not have a private party a day before? That way she can meet us first and then focus on the party. ZEN: That's actually a great idea! 707:

ZEN: How about we celebrate at my place the day before? We can put up a Christmas tree, sing western Christmas carols and have dinner!

Jumin Han: I suggest we celebrate at my place instead. Your apartment is tiny. ZEN:

Well I am sorry not everyone is born with a silver spoon in their mouth and a stick up their ass! Plus, your place is unpractical. I am allergic to your cat, Jaehee can't stand her, Seven might kill her, Yoosung's never been and your whole security crew might scare MC even more and we want her to feel comfortable. Jaehee Kang: Zen makes some good points... ZEN: Great, that's decided then. Come to my place at three. Don't bother with gifts. Rather bring some food or something to drink. I have to call and inform MC. Bye bye

ZEN has left the chatroom Jaehee Kang: He's gone... Yoosung★: He didn't even wait for our reply... Jumin Han: Rude as ever.

When the day of the private Christmas Party finally came, everyone gathered at Zen's apartment as talked about. The Christmas tree was already standing, waiting to be decorated, the food everyone had brought along was stacked in the kitchen or in the oven, drinks were in the fridge and the members were gathered in the living room area, waiting for V and MC to arrive. “Why aren't they here yet? It's already five past three”, Yoosung said after a while, leg nervously jumping up and down. “Probably because the train was late or something. V just recently got surgery so he's not allowed to drive and MC doesn't have a license to they have to have taken public transport”, Saeyoung replied easily as he chucked another can of Dr. Pepper earning himself a look of distaste from Jumin. “Why did no one inform me of that fact? I could have sent driver Kim to pick them up.” Saeyoung shrugged. “Confidential information, man.”

After that they didn't have to wait long. Merely two minutes later the bell finally rang and all heads snapped up in unison, even Saeyoung's who'd been playing it cool so far. This was it, the moment they'd all been waiting for the past months: They were finally meeting MC. Zen instantly shot up to basically run to the door, excitement winning over common sense. Even the other members got up from where they had been sitting on the couch, turning around and staring at the door expectedly. Zen buzzed the pair in and about a minute later there was finally a knock at the door. He opened it and was greeted with the familiar sight of V, accompanied but a beautiful young woman. She was rather short, and relatively young but obviously a grown woman. Her hair was long, about waste length, light brown, straight and shining. Her bangs were long, almost covering her eyes – they had a mesmerizing honey-brown color to them - and made her look all the more adorable and sweet. Her skin was light, soft-looking and seemingly untouched, causing the hosts thoughts to run wild. Zen had always been in control of not only his emotions, but also his urges. Despite having met many women over the course of the past five years, not one had been beautiful enough to tempt the man. However, MC seemed to have gotten under the actors skin, something even he was struggling to understand. She was beautiful, but nothing extraordinary. Having worked with actresses – some very famous, some less – Zen had met women capable of taking people's breath just by the way they entered the room and claimed it theirs with their sheer presence. MC was none of those things. She was sweet, but nothing Zen hadn't seen before. Not that it mattered. It wasn't her pretty looks that had stolen the young mans heart. More so all the times she's stood by his side when he'd felt like the world was against him. Her looks were merely a last drop that caused the barrel to overflow that had been filling for a very long time. Now that the man finally had an image to the feelings he'd been harboring for months, little self control seemed to be left and Zen's thoughts were overwhelmed with the need to mark said untouched skin and make it his. While the actor basically froze in the frame, taken aback by just how damn adorable MC actually was, the others didn't seem quite as embarrassingly smitten. V lead MC inside while Zen barely managed to control himself enough to close the door behind the two of them. All the members gradually stepped forward, returning the bright smile MC was giving all of them as they introduced themselves officially. Once the first round of greetings was over and the members finally had a face to match the name, V offered to take care of MC's coat, since she didn't know where everything went. Zen felt like a total idiot for not having thought of that himself, which caused him to seriously questioned his manners in that particular moment. MC's didn't seem to mind, as she smiled sweetly at the white-haired actor before unbuttoning the coat and shrugging it off, turning around to hand it to V. While the coat had been simple – knee length and in a soft, beige colour – the dress MC had chosen to wear was anything but! So much so that Zen found himself swallowing a lump in his throat he hadn't even known was there as he fought off the urge for his jaw to drop. The dress was in a pleasant shade of red almost reaching her knees, with long sleeves and a barely revealing neckline. The highlight, however, was clearly the low cut back dipping so deep it was obvious that this dress was chosen with a certain intent in mind and by the look MC was currently throwing the mans way, Zen had a pretty good idea of what that intention was exactly. Usually he would have nipped this right in the bud. Dating wasn't really an option with his just starting career, let alone dating the equivalent of a co-worker. Co-stars in theater came and went and yet Zen usually stayed away from those, as break-up's always meant drama and he couldn't afford that. The RFA, however, was a daily part of his life and having a break-up occur between any of the members would make a very important part of his day turn unpleasant and uncomfortable. Not just for him, but anyone in the RFA, really. This personal rule was also the reason he'd kept Jaehee at arm's length all this time, despite knowing of her interest. Zen wasn't a genius like Seven and Jumin, but he wasn't completely dense. In fact, he was just smart enough to know when to act dense. In short, Zen didn't date. It was dangerous to his career, which was the most important thing to him in that particular moment, and while sex was all nice and well, he had a very healthy hand, internet access and the possibility to buy anything he wanted to spice it up should his hand no longer be sufficient. However, as Zen looked into MC's eyes, he realized that her gaze was screaming anything but dating. Oh no, that little minx wasn't looking at him like he was a potential future boyfriend, she was looking at him like a delicious meal she was about to devour and wasn't that a pleasant thought. Well, that game certainly could be played in pairs and so Zen found himself returning her gaze with an almost predatory smile. That seemed like invitation enough for MC to step forward, coming to a halt in front of the actor. She reached out then, brushing over his cheek and earlobe with her fingertips – the feathery touch causing a pleasant shiver to run through Zen's body – before retrieving her hand and smiling at the other innocently. “You had something in your hair”, she said and Zen didn't believe it for a minute. Soon everyone gathered around the tree, musing on how to best decorate it. While Jumin and Jaehee wanted to take the most organized and borderline mathematical route, Yoosung was just eager to get glitter on the tree and Saeyoung was about to start a bauble war. Meanwhile V was sitting on the coach, smiling at the group like the sight was the most precious one he'd ever seen, MC right by his side. Instead of smiling at the group, the young woman smiled at her friend with a certain understanding that only she seemed to fully have for the man. V, despite not being much older than most members if at all, felt responsible for every single one of them. Much like a father he watched over them as the loss of his beloved fiancée had just reminded the photographer that moments were fragile and impossible to capture fully, even by a camera. Nothing was more precious than seeing it with his own two eyes, especially after having almost lost them. He turned to MC, smiling at the new addition to the group that seemed a little hesitant to join the activities. “Why don't you go and help Zen in the kitchen while I try to calm these four down?” MC smiled and nodded, excusing herself as she got up and walked towards the kitchen to help with the dinner. Zen who'd been in the middle of getting the turkey and potatoes into the oven almost suffered a heart attack when he turned around to see MC standing behind him. He gasped, clutching his chest before calming himself down. “MC, you gave a quite the shock right there”, he said, smiling a little nervously. It wasn't very manly to get scared like that, let alone by something as silly as this. MC didn't reply right away, instead allowing her eyes to rake over his body from the bottom to the top. Her innocent smile was once more replaced by something more mischievous when her eyes eventually landed on the print of the apron Zen was wearing; Kiss The Cook. “Well, that certainly can be arranged”, MC said, closing the distance between them. Zen's heart stopped for a moment, his body freezing. The damn apron had been a silly Christmas present Seven had gotten him two years ago. He'd found it ridiculous for the better part, but in that particular moment he thought he might actually have to thank the other for the gift. MC stood on her tip toes and then he felt her lips brush over his cheek before pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. “This is just a little preview”, she whispered, her warm breath ghosting over his cheeks, before stepping away with an innocent chuckle. That girl... From there on everything seemed to go downhill, as Zen's last splitter of self-control had left his body. MC did actually help him in the kitchen, mainly with the salads, side dishes and the pie. However, neither of them missed a single opportunity to tease and torture the other. Whenever MC looked over Zen's shoulder to 'see what he was doing' her hands would come to rest on his hips while her full, soft breasts – she was not wearing a bra, Zen noticed the first time around – pressed up against his back making him think of a hundred different ways to play with them. When they prepared the pie and Zen got some dough on his cheek she not only brushed it away in the slowest and most teasing manner possible, but also sucked it off her finger like her life depended on it. Admittedly, Zen suffered a lack of oxygen in those instances. After yet another time of her hands 'accidentally' brushing over his butt, however, he'd had enough of holding back and being polite. If she wanted to play, who was he to refuse?

The first opportunity came up when MC had just finished a dish and dipped some bread into it. She held it out for Zen to taste, smiling up at him sweetly. Zen had happily accepted the food – it tasted fantastic, but that wasn't the point – before proceeding to lick over her fingers, sucking them into his mouth and letting his tongue run all over them before letting them fall from his lips with an obscene sound. Zen then licked his lips and smirked down at the blushing girl. “Delicious.” The next time he did something was while MC bent over to cut the crusts of the pie, completely engrossed with the work at hand. Well, not for long. This time it was his turn to stand behind her and Zen took it even further than she had. His leg pushed between hers, earning him a choked off gasp as he rubbed it up against her, lips brushing over her ear as he whispered: “Looks really good.” He could see the little hairs on her nape stand up and grinned to himself, pressing a light kiss to the sensitive skin behind her ear. “This was just a little preview”, Zen repeated her words to her before completely removing himself from the young woman, watching MC shake and having to support herself on the sink with a satisfaction.

Of course things got even worse after and by the time the two of them left the kitchen to carry the food to the table both were completely riled up, blushing and so painfully turned on Zen debated to just throw her over his shoulder and carry her to the bedroom to finish what they had started. Common sense won over, however, when he saw all the other members and was once more reminded that they weren't alone. Contain the beast. Contain the beast. Contain the goddamn beast! Zen shook his head and ordered everyone to take a seat and dig in. Naturally MC chose to sit right beside him, every move causing their knees to brush together or their feet to meet under the table. At one point her free hand came to rest on his knee, gradually moving upwards with every minute and Zen almost bit his lip bloody by the time she squeeze his thigh. Contain the beast. Contain the beast. Contain the goddamn beast! When the mantra method didn't seem to work out, seeing as his cock jumped with interest with every inch she moved closer to it, Zen figured he might as well return the favour by resting his hand on her bare leg, brushing it up and down the smooth skin. While that caused her teasing to stop momentarily and a sweet, quiet gasp to fall from her lips, it also made Zen want to kiss, lick and bite that perfect, pale skin he was currently touching. Goddamn it!

Eventually the dinner was finished and everyone offered to help with the dishes, thank God. Zen wouldn't have managed to resist MC for a minute longer had they been the only ones in the kitchen. Despite everyone there, it was still kind of tense, seeing as both of them constantly stole glances from the other, but had to do so secretly with five other people in the room. The sexual tension worsened after, when everyone sat down in the living room for Christmas Carol singing and MC decided it would be a good idea to sit next to one another again. The couch was small and so for more than two people to fit on it said people had to be very, very close to one another. Her soft body was warm pressed against Zen’s, her hair tickled his sensitive skin, smelling fresh and enticing. In fact, MC smelled alluring altogether, sweet and yet somewhat spicy at the same time. Of course that thought led his mind straight to the gutter yet again, making him wonder whether she tasted as lovely as she smelled. Zen tried very hard to ban those thoughts from his mind but with her so close, it was nearly impossible. Instead he jumped up from the coach so fast everyone stared at him in confusion, MC included. Real smooth, Zen. Good job. He cleared his throat. “Sorry, you know me. Can't sit still for too long. Can I sing the next song?”

Another hour passed that way; Zen constantly on his feet and avoiding the living, breathing temptation that was MC. The actor was glad that he was capable of keeping himself under control, yet his body was screaming for him to give in. It had been so long since the last time he'd been with a woman and frankly his hand wasn't cutting it as much as he liked to believe. Apparently he was radiating said thought, because it was the exact moment MC decided to get up. She walked towards him, rested her hand on his upper arm and pressed her breasts to his chest before saying: “Zen...why don't you give me a tour of your apartment? Since I've never been here before.” Her words were low and sweet like honey. A form of pure seduction Zen simply wasn't capable of resisting any longer. He looked down at her, smirking wickedly. “You know what? That is a great idea. I know exactly the room to start with.”

Zen's words caused some sort of chain reaction, as everyone decided to get up and scramble towards the door. Everyone except Yoosung, that was, who sat in his chair, confusion written all over his face. “Look at the time. Assistent Kang, we have to return to work immediately. Waste of time means waste of money”, Jumin said, expression stoic as ever. Surprisingly Jaehee didn't complain, simply nodding along as she cleared her throat and pushed her glasses back up. “Indeed, Mr. Han. There is a project I haven't taken care of yet.” V didn't say anything but began putting on his coat as well and suddenly Yoosung was ripped from his seat by Saeyoung, who attempted to drag him towards the exit. “What the hell, Seven?! Let go off me”, he hissed, pushing the other off. “We need to go, man. Get dressed”, the other simply replied, tossing the youngest of the group his jacket. “What? Why? She just wants a tour. It's not like it's going to take long. Zen has a tiny apartment and she's already seen the kitchen and living room so there isn't much more to it then the bedroom. They'd be back in like -”, he babbled before suddenly breaking off, eyes widening with shock and disgust when it finally hit him. “Ew! Let's get out of here.” He put on his jacket in record time and practically shoved everyone out the door.

“Yoosung is so naïve sometimes, don't you think”, MC chuckled, looking up at Zen who returned her gaze with a fire that clearly said that for the time being he couldn't have given less fucks about Yoosung or anyone else for that matter. His arms wrapped around her middle, pulling her flush against his lean body. Zen pushed her against the nearest wall, attacking her lips in a hungry, wet kiss. Her lips were soft and warm against his and he could still taste traces of the pie on them. Zen smiled into the kiss, licking over the girls lips, drawing a quiet sigh of appreciation out of her. Oh, she was in for a ride. However, MC wasn't just for receiving, she was mostly certainly a reciprocator. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him lower, tongue meeting his before invading his mouth, hungrily exploring it. The kiss that resulted out of her assault was filthy and hungry, causing all ideas of gentle and slow to be forgotten in favour of feverous passion. Zen's grip on her hips tightened before he lowered his hands just so, lifting her up and wrapping MC's legs around his middle, hips grinding together as he held her up against the wall. Meanwhile MC sucked at his tongue, nails beginning to dig into his back to the point Zen wondered whether skin would tear under the admission or not. Honestly, he didn't care much. Zen pushed her dress up quickly, grinding against her in desperate need for friction when suddenly she pulled away from the kiss, making him stop. “Now, Zenny, I thought of you as a gentleman”, she purred, voice low. “What happened to my tour?” Zen got the memo and grinned. He adjusted his grip and carried her to the bedroom, throwing her onto the mattress where she bounced once, giggling playfully. He climbed on the bed after her, pulling the dress off her head before flipping her around so she was on the mattress with her ass in the air, naked beside the flimsy underwear she wore. Zen didn't bother pulling it off, instead pushing it aside to reveal a bare, glistening cunt. “Fuck, MC, you're so wet for me already”, he groaned. Zen buried his face between her legs, hungrily licking at her folds to coax out every last, sweet sound from her. Meanwhile MC was gripping the sheets, face buried in the pillow as she moaned, rocking her hips to guide his tongue inside of her. While she was obviously enjoying every last touch to her aching sex, Zen soon began to notice a certain aggression to the way she rocked back onto his tongue. What exactly the reason for that was, her next words explained quite directly. “Just fuck me already, will you?” Her words got a low growl out of him. MC was so right. They'd have time for foreplay once they'd come once or twice and weren't as charged as they were now. Why postpone mutual orgasm? “Your wish is my command, Princess.” Zen didn't bother to undress. Frankly, there was a certain thrill to being completely dressed while the girl beneath you was naked, bared to you entirely. It was a power play Zen thoroughly enjoyed. He merely pushed his pants down enough to reveal his aching, flushed cock and take it in hand. Only as he began jerking himself did he notice that he didn't have a condom, at least not in reach and his stomach sank. This was probably the worst moment to announce a quick break so he could get up and go to the bathroom to find the pack of condoms he hid there. Still, it was still a better option than not having sex at all and Zen was about to get up and do just that when suddenly MC held a condom up behind herself for the man to take. “I've been hiding this between my breasts since I had to take my coat off and didn't have anywhere else to put it”, MC said smugly, head turned so she could grin at Zen. “Admittedly it got rather uncomfortable after a while, since I'd hoped we'd get it on sooner, but I'm not complaining.” She put the condom into his hand and gave him a look that clearly told him to get on with it. Zen chuckled. “I admire your confidence and optimism, Princess.” He put the wrapper between his teeth, ripped it open and easily rolling it onto his hard cock. Luckily, it dimmed the ache for an orgasm a little, as it was constricting his member ever so slightly. It had been too long after all and Zen feared he might have come too fast, had it not been for the rubber. Zen jerked himself off, spreading the lube on his thick girth before finally lining up and pushing inside of the other. Zen wasn't a religious man, but the experience could only be described as godly, really. The wet heat around his hard cock was incredible and Zen found himself moaning, burying his entire length inside of her in one go. In earned him a hiss from the woman below him and he'd been about to apologize when once more MC began to rock back and forth to fuck herself onto his cock. “Such a desperate, little Lady, aren't you”, he asked, smacking her but. It wasn't meant to be painful, just enough so he could admire the look of his handprint bright red against her pale skin. Perfect. “Very desperate”, she panted, already riled up. “Now give it to me, will you? This little Lady is desperate for a good orgasm and I'm quite sure you can make me come real good.” Zen certainly didn't back down from a challenge like that. With one hand he pushed her front back onto the mattress, the other used to pull her hips higher and forcing them back onto his cock. This time he didn't hesitate to thrust into her, setting a harsh pace from the start. Later on, he promised himself, he'd take his time with her, make her unravel beneath him. For now, he just wanted to let the beast take the lead. He'd fuck her until she was screaming his name so loud the neighbors would come to complain. The thought spurred him on more, thrusts turning punishing. He buried himself deep, never fully pulling out so he could fuck back into her hard and fast. The room was completely silent beside the sound of slapping skin, MC's muffle screams of pleasure and Zen's low groans. “Fuck, you feel so good. Harder. Shit, just like that”, MC cursed into the pillow, trying desperately to keep herself quiet. No, that wouldn't cut it! Instead of pushing her back into the mattress Zen lifted MC up until her back was pressed against his front. Apparently the new angle was to her liking, if the high pitched moan was anything to go by. “I want to hear you. Scream my name, Princess.” He punctuated his words with hard jabs, fucking up into her, hitting all the right spots.

Minutes seemed to turn into hours as ecstasy overwhelmed the pair, skin slowly turning sweaty as they fucked. Zen held onto his control as good as he could, trying very hard not to be too harsh, not to come too soon. Meanwhile MC asked for more through her moans, and screams and eventually by pulling. away, throwing Zen onto the mattress and straddling him. Zen stared up at her in surprise, shocked at just how willing she was to take charge to get exactly what she wanted. His shook was soon replaced by pleasure as she sunk down onto him, cock nuzzled in her wet heat. Her nails dug into his chest as she bounced on his cock, grinding her hips to pleasure herself. Her head was thrown back, baring her throat to him, an invitation he didn't refuse. The actor sat up, pulling her close as she bounced in his lap so he could kiss down her neck, lick at the salty skin and suck purple marks into it. That earned him filthy, guttural sounds while she clawed at his back, definitely leaving her marks there as well. “Just like that, baby. Take what you want”, he encouraged her, fucking up into her.

Zen could feel that she was close. Her walls were constantly tightening around his length, always getting him dangerously close to the edge. She was also so incredibly wet, he couldn't have put the feeling into words even if he tried. She was practically gushing, for God's sakes! In order to bring her closer to orgasm Zen kissed down her chest and grasped her breasts, bringing them to his lips to switch between her nipples, sucking them into his mouth. He licked at them, twirling his tongue around the hardening buds, causing MC to mewl above him. Zen smirked to himself, glancing up at her through his lashes. The sight was beautiful. MC's lips were kiss swollen still, cheeks bright red and skin shining. Her eyes were half lidded, pupils blows and the sounds falling from her lips pornographic. “Zen...O-oh God. Fuck, Zen”, she moaned, holding onto him for her dear life. “I'm going to come. Shit, just like that. Right there oh!” When her walls tightened around him with her orgasm Zen followed soon after. Only a handful of harsh thrusts later he emptied himself inside of her, both of them shaking with the intense orgasm. He fucked her through it, enjoying her withering in his arms before both of them were too weak to sit up any longer and fell backwards onto the mattress.

They lay together for a long time, MC on top of Zen as they both panted for air. He lazily threw his arm around her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Eventually, however, the blissful moment had to be interrupted as Zen had to get rid of the condom and preferably take a shower to get rid of the sweat that was currently covering both of them. “I have to get rid of these bad boys. I'll be right back”, he said, chuckling lightly as he carefully pushed MC onto the bed to get up and walk to the bathroom. Once off he tied a knot into the condom and threw it in the bin, leaning over the sink to wash his face and regain some composure. So...that happened. Zen just hoped it wouldn't backfire on him. He opened the little cabinet hidden behind the mirror over the sink and found the pack of condoms he would have needed about an hour ago. He glared down at the package, trying to see whether condoms had an expiration date when suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around his middle, warm lips pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades. “One thing, babe”, she began, voice practically a purr. “You don't leave a naked woman lying in your bed all by herself when you promised her a tour and there are so many more rooms to explore.” Zen decided the condoms were fine and quickly turned in her arms. He got himself naked as quickly as human possible before once more lifting her up - a delightful little chuckle MC's response – and carried her to the shower for round two.

Shower sex wasn't as easy as TV and porn liked to portray it sometimes, but they made it work; MC pressed against the tile wall with her legs around Zen's hips, his hands grabbing her firm ass to hold her up as he fucked into her, hot water making everything foggy. Once they were clean and capable of standing on their respective feet Zen kept to his promise and gave MC a proper tour. In the kitchen he put her on the kitchen isle, spread her legs and buried his tongue inside of her wet cunt. He licked her for a long time, teasing her horribly. He played with her clit, circling his tongue over the hard nub in the same time he thrust his tongue into her cunt. Zen quite enjoyed the response he got out of her, legs wrapped around his head, fingers fisting his hair as she desperately tried to bury him further inside of her, begging him oh so sweetly. Of course it didn't work. This time he was in charge. Whenever Zen could feel her walls tighten he stopped, retreating his tongue and fingers to smirk up at her. He did it many times until she was close to tears, begging him to let her come. Only then did he speed up his pace, lapping at her hungrily as he fingered her quickly, making her come for the third time that evening.

The next round MC decided to dedicate to him. He sat on the couch while she kneeled in front of him on the floor. Her pretty lips were wrapped around his hard cock, head bobbing up and down on his length. What she couldn't swallow down she jerked with her hand, skilled fingers not only moving up and down but circling his length, doubling the pleasure. Her free hand raked over his body, never failing to leave a scratch, a reminder so to say. This time didn't last long, as MC was quite skilled at what she was doing, sucking him down almost to the base and circling her tongue around his erection, brushing over the vein on his under side that made him blow his load almost immediately. Zen didn't mind. They had plenty of time and they used it. She rode him on the floor right after, milking another orgasm out of him before taking a short break as both of them were exhausted. That lasted for about five minutes before the food they'd gotten grew boring and the table was used for another great fuck, MC bent over the table, clawing at the wood as Zen pounded into her mercilessly. They continued like that until they'd had sex on every surface in the flat, going full circle once they made love on the bed one last time – slow and gentle, caressing and kissing instead of clawing and biting at one another – before passing out entirely, naked and in each other arms. Just for a brief moment, as they slept peacefully, all worry of the future was forgotten. Yoosung★: I can't believe they sextiled us... 707: Catching up on the grown up lingo, I see.

Yoosung★: I'M A GROWN UP TOO, OKAY!! Jumin Han: Were you really a grown up, this wouldn't have surprised you. Jaehee Kang: Nor would you have refused to leave. Jumin Han: Indeed. That was quite embarrassing for all of us. Yoosung★:

You're so meeeaaan! Jumin Han: I am surprised Assistant Kang isn't saying anything about this. It is obvious that Zen and MC are being intimate with one another as we speak. Yoosung★: Don't remind me. I can't get the image out of my head.

707: Yoosung you dirty boy

But I agree with Jumin...aren't you hurt, Jaehee? Jaehee Kang:

I don't see why I should be. I admit I was worried, at first. A love scandal could potentially ruin Zen's career, but I trust MC not to betray him like that. If anyone deserves to be by Zen's side, I think it is MC. 707:

Well said, Jaehee. Really well said.

I dedicate this piece of shit to my favourite bitch @zenscrotch who draws the juiciest dicks and other smutty goodies over on her blog. Without her I probably wouldn’t have managed to shit this out, so thank you babe ★ Also for anyone who cares to read this , this ficlet was inspired by the song Surprise Party - Hoodie Allen aka what I like to call Zen’s Theme. This is also painfully unbeta-ed, so I hope there aren’t too many mistakes. If you liked this I’m happy and if you wanna red more feel free to shoot me a request!

!!★!! I accept headcannon request and more !!★!!

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