#i just got back (surprisingly sober) and i saw the clock is on the kitchen table

[justchelleing]

The faint sound of rain

Pt. 2

Part 2 of "I'm only a fool, am I not?"

Just a little fluff for y'all

Masterlist

You woke up with an unsettling feeling of a hangover. You took notice of your surroundings and there you see an asleep Chuuya, with his hand enterwined with yours. The sound of the rain falling, and thunders striking was surprisingly peaceful with him by your side. You groaned at the unbearable pain in your head, and a feeling of wanting to puke. You left the bed and rushed to the bathroom, after all you were much familiar in his place. Opening the lights, you rushed to the sink and took your form by the mirror upfront. Eyes are looking like a faint crimson color due to your crying, hair is very messy, you looked very disheveled. Liquid started to flow from your mouth uncontrollably, perhaps it was the bottles of gin, wine and sake you drank yesterday. You washed your face and left the bathroom, now you can fully see the asleep Chuuya on the bed, the moon faintly lighting the bedroom, you tiredly smiled remembering how he comforted you from yesterday. You went downstairs to the kitchen to get painkillers. You drank the some, drank water, and exhaled. You weren't sure why you weren't crying as much as you did yesterday, was it the fact that you already drank your sadness away, or the fact that you didn't care as much; it's neither, it was the fact that Chuuya was there for you, you needed someone and he was there, you didn't move on from Dazai no, but you recovered from the sadness that ate you away yesterday. You were snapped out of your thoughts when slender arms hugged you from behind and a head now rested on your shoulders.

"Ah!" You flinched from the uncertain man from behind you.

"Mmhm" Chuuya groaned tightening his grip on you

"Ahh.. Chu" You softly sighed,

"It's too early.." He complained.

"My head hurts so I took some painkillers" you muttered but was cut if by him turning you around to face him.

"You're hurt?! Where? Are you okay?" He panicked but you chuckled from his reaction puzzling him.

"Huh?" He was confused. You smiled brightly at him and said:

"I'm fine Chu.."

He looked and flustered. Yet you remained wondering why does this man care so much about you? He was sober now, so he has no reason to stay in the same bed as you. The night passed with you sleeping on the guest room and he left to sleep at the master bedroom.

You woke up again glancing at the large window on the wall, faint sounds of the rain could be heard, you sighed. You looked at the clock and it read, 6:59 AM. You sighed again, closing your eyes leaning back to bed. Then you realized the time and your eyes shot open. "Fuck!" You threw the blanket aside and began to panic, until someone barged in your door.

"It's time for work lazy ass!" Chuuya said halting when he realized you just woke up.

"Ha..haha.. Yeah." You awkwardly said.

"..."

"You have 5 minutes, if you don't come down by then I'll leave your ass" he said looking away as you were still in your night gown.

"..." He didn't give you time to answer as he left closing the door with a annoyed, blushing face.

"Shit!" You sprinted to the bathroom grabbing your towel and closing the door shut. You took a quick bath and began to dress. You rushed downstairs and there you saw Chuuya.

"Oh! There you are, I was thinking of leaving you" He said annoyed.

"Sorry Chu.." you apologized, but he clicked his tongue and looked away

"Let's just go." He said as he drove you to the Port Mafia.

It turned out you both almost missed an important meeting but he barged in the door and got seated while you quietly sat as you saw Dazai. The two of you met eyes and you looked away from him.

"May I ask why you're both late?" Rintarou-san creepily smiled at you earning shivers down your spine.

"It.. it was a personal problem.. Chuuya just got caught up within it" You explained which made Dazai furrow brows and Chuuya's fist clenched.

"I see..." He said glancing at you and Dazai, then a sinister smirk appeared on his face.

"Chuuya-san, Dazai-kun, Y/n-san" please come to my office later, I have something to discuss with you. The three of you could only mutter a "yes" from him.

The meeting finished while you and Chuuya talked with Ane-san.

"May I ask why you didn't come by dear.?" She asked you.

"Well.. I stayed by Chuuya's house.." You awkwardly said earning a shocked expression on her face.

"You.. You slept together.?" She stuttered.

"No! It's not like that Ane-san!" You panicked which earned a small giggle from her. Chuuya looked away and blushed, accidentally making eye contact with Dazai. Chuuya's expression changed when he saw him, his eyes was filled with anger as he looked at the bandaged man.

"Huh.? Chu?" You asked snapping out of his thoughts looking back at you.

"Uh-huh.. yeah I'm fine" he stuttered then suddenly you put the back of your hand on his forehead. The sudden contact made him jolt in surprise as he blushed.

"Oh.. I'm just checking if you have a fever, you are quite red right now.." You said as his ears turned bright red which you didn't notice. Ane-san quickly caught up and smirked.

"I'm really fine though-" he tried explaining but was cut off by Ane-san.

"My..my it seems Chuuya is indeed sick~" she said putting her hand on her cheek feigning disappointment.

"Huh?Ane-san what do you mean-" He asked confused.

"L-O-V-E S-I-C-K" She mouthed which Chuuya caught making him embarrassed. Before Chuuya could complain she reminded both of you that you have to go to the Boss's office in which you agreed. You said your goodbye while Chuuya stood there clearly annoyed with Ane-san.

[prose-for-hire]

The ghost of romance future

Part Two // Part Three

Pairing: Spike x reader (gender neutral, I will specify fem! or male! if otherwise)

Request: reader is slightly older than the scoobies and really protective of them, especially buffy. The reader hates spike because of how he's bragged about killing slayers in the past. However, a while after he gets the chip, they start to grow on each other, and eventually fall for each other. Sort of an enemies to lovers type of deal. I really really love your stories, I think they might just be my favorite btvs fics fr. Even if you don't do this request, thanks for all the great writing! ❤

Requested by: Anon

Warnings: Swearing. There’s a little heated kissing but idk if that needs a warning lol

A/N: Flattery will get u everywhere with me apparently. Kind asks totally get my inspiration flowing, also Spike and enemies to lovers. So, to sum up, this was one heavenly request for me!

Sunnydale was surprisingly quiet at the moment which meant bad things were probably on the horizon. You were smiling as you did your night-time routine though, thinking about something Spike had said to you that evening at the Bronze which had made you laugh. He was growing on you, ever since the Initiative chipped him, he had been a lot more fun to be around. You didn’t really like him when you first met, you weren’t even convinced by him a few months ago, but now you found yourself almost enjoying his company. Platonically, of course.

That night, as you started to get into bed the temperature in the room started to chill. It was as if you had unknowingly walked into a freezer. You jumped, dropping the sheet you had pulled back for you to slip into as a voice boomed out of nowhere, echoing against each wall in the room. You turned to see a ghost staring straight at you. Great, just what you needed.

“You will be visited by three ghosts tonight. The ghosts of romance beginning, possible and destiny” The figure spoke, apparently the powers that be were getting tired of you and Spike dancing around each other and decided to take direct action.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“The first apparition shall arrive when the clock strikes one” The figure spoke as it disappeared before your eyes. You groaned, you really didn’t need to see some warped Christmas Carol-style look at your past dates. But, that wasn’t what this was. As you fell deep into a sleep you had been fighting so that the apparition wouldn’t get its way, you had a dream. It was very similar to that of a prophetic dream you may or may not have been pretending to read about at a Scooby meeting a day previous.

The Beginning:

The first scene was a memory of yours from a while ago, which really was just lazy haunting on the spectre’s part. It was one of the times that you had finished shouting at Spike for being just plain nasty to your younger friends. You were a few years older than the other Scoobies, making you the protective, ‘parent’ friend. Any advice, worries or study support and you were there. You particularly worried about Buffy, the responsibility she held got her down sometimes and you felt protective of her as if she was your little sister. You wished you could protect her from everything that came her way.

When Spike, having ignored your rant, started to follow Buffy through a darkened graveyard, you stepped out. You had no super-strength, no secret powers, but you did have an attitude and a protective streak. So you blocked his path.

“No”

“Wh-”

“Just no, Spike. Leave her alone” You warned. He enjoyed taunting her with threats and stories of his past exploits, especially gruesomely detailing the way he killed slayers in the past.

“I was just gonna offer my services”

“There are no services you can provide that are gonna make Buffy listen to you. Go home”

“Jealousy looks cute on you, pet”

“Just – go” You warned. He smirked, moving in. He grabbed your upper arm, a mean look as he pulled you into him so he could whisper in your ear. But you thought fast, “Ow! Ow that really hurts!” You hissed, wincing and shaking in pain as he dropped your arm and started to clutch his own head in agony. He hadn’t realised he had gripped your arm that tight. Bloody breakable human bones.

But you straightened up as he started to clutch his head, smiling a satisfied grin before winking. He hadn’t hurt you. You had been pretending, which still fired off the chip because he thought he had caused pain.

“I bloody hate you!” he shouted, still rubbing his head, “Spiteful fucking bitch” He seethed, pointing at you angrily. Wishing he could twist your arm out of its socket and cause excruciating pain you had just given him. He stalked off, the opposite direction from both you and Buffy which had been your goal to begin with, so you were satisfied.

The Possibility:

The second dream sequence was, again, some pretty lazy ghosting in your opinion. It was you and Spike at the magic box last week. You found yourselves sat together as the others excitably skipped to the dance floor. You and Spike were left nursing your drinks together.

“Alright, love?” he asked as you watched the others with a little smile. You weren’t so much older, but old enough that you looked at them fondly as if you were reminiscing about being as carefree as them in your youth. They didn’t get the chance often and you saw Buffy and Riley dancing together which made you happy for her. She needed something like this, something more stable.

“Yeah, it’s just a nice evening” You smiled at Willow and Tara as they gave you a little wave, shaking your head as they tried again to get you to join them and dance.

“Too right, bagged more than one demon and the onion flower’s back on the menu” Spike said, looking over at the bar. He wasn’t too bothered by what the others were doing.

“Onion flower?”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t tried it”

“I haven’t” you shrugged, sipping on your soda. As much as you enjoyed partying with the others, you wanted to keep an eye out and get them all home safe at the end of the night. They were mostly new to drinking so you wanted to be on hand and sober if there were any disasters.

“You haven’t lived! Bloody brilliant, they soak it in water first then fry it – shallow – on both sides until golden”

You were staring at the dance floor as he spoke animatedly, his hands gesturing, clearly this was a particular favourite of his. You looked at him, an amused smile on your face. It made his face harden, he hadn’t realised how carried away he had gotten. He looked a bit embarrassed and you couldn’t help the genuine smile that spread across your face.

“Hey, that sounds pretty cool” You offered him, he was clearly expecting you to make fun of him or run to the microphone at the front and announce loud to the entire Bronze that he was actually really lame and not at all scary. He looked at you for a moment, almost as if he wanted to say something more. Offer more than the usual insults you both traded, but he just got up to get himself another drink – not offering to buy you a round.

However, Spike came back with a smug grin and an onion flower which he set in front of you. You couldn’t help smiling softly at his enthusiasm, it was almost endearing. His face faltered as he saw the way you were looking at him, he felt something suspiciously close to affection rising in his chest, connecting through clusters of nerves throughout his entire body. This was when he realised he liked you. He really liked you. Oh no.

The Destiny:

The third ghost brought you somewhere that was not yet in your memory, but you were very pleased with the way it made you feel. It was unusual, you felt older but nothing about Sunnydale had apparently changed. Spike was in your apartment, a place he had never been invited before but he walked around the place as if he knew it. As if it were his own house.

It was like you were watching a romantic film, the anticipation whether the love interest would kiss you being almost painful. You were staring at him as he moved around your kitchen with ease, making you a hot drink and taking some blood from your fridge. You yearned for him and could tell he felt the same. The subtle glances, the desire for the other’s touch.

He smiled when he saw you watching, you walked into the kitchen, taking your cup and sipping it slowly. It was made exactly how you like it. Spike moved so that he was looping his arms around your waist from behind. You hummed, staring out of the window into the cool night. You felt calm, safe. Something you had never thought about with Spike but you had a feeling that after this dream, it was all you were going to be feeling.

“I’m so glad I’ve got you, love… never thought we’d actually do it mind”

“I could never imagine my life without loving you, Spike. It just feels so right” You found your mouth moving of its own accord.

“Mm, and a little wrong… in a good way” he smirked, moving into your neck as he mumbled the words. He pressed some soft kisses there as he thought about the way you had become his. He loved you, not able to stop himself grinning like an idiot when you were around him still. The strangest part was that you knew he loved you and your feelings complimented his perfectly. 

“In the best way” You confirmed, finding yourself smiling. You set the mug down, knowing what was coming as he spun you around to face him. He smirked, eyeing you as you smiled in anticipation.

There was that familiar look in his eye before he moved in, you felt blunt teeth grazing your neck, your own breathy moans ricocheting around the room as you grasped at his shirt. You clutched at strands of his blonde hair, his kisses heated but with an underlying affection he could never shake when it came to you. he pressed you against the kitchen counter, laying kisses so hot they felt as if they were marking your skin, his lips branding you as his. They were on yours now, you moaned into his mouth as his hands started to roam and this is where the dream ended. 

It was disappointing, the anticipation was killing you and you longed for this to be real some day. You woke with a start, jolting up in bed. You woke to find yourself alone in your apartment, desperately missing Spike’s touch. His kiss. His love.

Whatever had been going on last night, you were sure you would never see Spike the same again and honestly, you didn’t really want to.

[werezmastarbucks]

honeymoon landing

honeymoon masterlist

word count: 3236

music: blood on the leaves by kanye west

warnings: choking

author’s notes: OUT OF SPITE, I want you to know this is a rewritten chapter. the first variant was ANNIHILATED by tumblr which is whatever. this story is the background/prequel to my three-part shot more like honeymoon. the idea of the prison world simply didn’t let go of me.

again, shoutout to my partner in crime @stfudipz​ who gets me and Kai like nobody else

As soon as you landed, it landed on you. The realization.

Sometimes it dawns after a while, sometimes it creeps up gradually like a snake, but that time you knew what you’ve done a second after the ethereal white glow of the portal ceased.

Transportation was painless and didn’t feel like anything. Not a buzz in your fingers, no lightness in your limbs. You wouldn’t get motion sickness. Another type of sickness settled, when you felt Kai wiggle away from under your arm.

You were startled, and at the same time, your head was absolutely clear, which was not true about the sky.

First of all, it was cast.

Second of all, you were shocked Damon did that. It hurt you way more than a lot of things could hurt you now. Damon, your friend, your past crush, your protector, your drinking buddy, your safe guy, looked at you the way he has never done before. Like you’ve gone completely mad, and he didn’t recognize you anymore.

Maybe you have.

Third of all, you’d been holding Kai, who was flying with you almost feet first, and now he sprinted away from your arms to stand up, and was frozen, silently, looking up like he suddenly got distracted.

Fourth of all, you were now in the prison world with Kai Parker.

And you understood it well.

You looked at him from the grass, and you didn’t breathe. Run? Stay? Curl and roll? Attack? Play dead?

What made you jump in front of him, was it his face when he realized he’s outpowered, almost gutted, betrayed, and about to be sent to the place he was terrified of? It was the fucker’s face. It was his face when you danced at the Grill, making the history out of one single date you’ve had before you decided he was worth it. He said, how don’t you crawl up the wall with the Boring Faces? and you found it hilarious, and bang, next thing you knew, his tongue was so deep in your throat he could almost tickle your lungs. You had never experienced anything quite like that before. The touch was electric. It was meant to be. You saw it in his eyes, too, he was amazed at how warm the hug was, when everybody stopped dancing and moved away from each other, you wouldn’t let go. The feeling of his arm around your waist, his fives on your back, just touching, was one of the most fulfilling things you’ve experienced in your life. In your romantic mind, perhaps, you thought he was the one, and maybe it wasn’t the love at first sight, but something like the realization at second touch.

He was your own, you knew that, but couldn’t explain. It was knowledge absurd and intimate enough not to share with anyone, and to take quietly, and just let it be. You knew it like you knew the rain falls from up there and down here.

You just couldn’t figure out why you had to have this mass murderer. This unhinged psychopath. This hurt killer who enjoyed inflicting pain on others. This chatty nightmare. On the date, he wouldn’t stop talking about himself, telling you the whole life story, and somehow you still lacked something, still wanted to know more. His hand on your lap felt so natural you enjoyed it like it was the familiar palm of your husband, and it was supposed to be there, and has been, for the last forty years. They way you touched, it felt like you already knew everything about each other.

Why wouldn’t you go with him?

Kai now looked down on you, lying on the ground, and his eyes were crazy mad. You knew he wasn’t all here, and you didn’t even get angry when he asked,

“How could you do that to me?”

“I didn’t send you in, Kai”.

“Your friends”, he whispered. You could see his white knuckles tightening. If he had glass in his hands, he’d cut his palms through.

“Your friends...”

“You’re not alone this time”.

“They did it because of you, Damon had told me to stay away from you...”

“He did it because you’ve been going around beheading people, Kai”.

He didn’t hear you. You got up, completely sober about what is going to be happening right now. Your mind was clear. Only there somewhere, in the back of your mind, queueing, was the horror.

I can’t run away from him here. It is his world. He will completely lose it.

There was sadness standing in line behind fear,

and I can’t have my own because he’s as good as gone.

You got up and ran towards the house, the dark mass here in the night, hoping that back in ‘94, the door was in the same place. You ran towards the entrance, feeling unfamiliar pebble road under your feet. You heard Kai running after you, and before you could think how scary it is, you crashed into something.

The collision was so violent you fell completely black for a moment. You got blinded, although there was not much to see anyway, since the moon was hidden behind the clouds, and the mansion stood lightless. It felt like a giant baseball bat hit you with a swing, violently, and tears of pain sprayed out of your eyes. Dumbfounded, you lay on the ground, slowly realizing you ran into a tree. That would not make it into the future. Perhaps Stefan tore it out with the roots in a fit of rage in 1999 or maybe the very 1995. Who knew; your head was spinning. Long, dull sound filled your brain.

Kai picked you up and took you by the hair as you waved your hands, trying to regain the sense of space. You touched your face with one hand and grabbed his fingers with the other; your face was wet with blood.

“Let me go”.

“Running away already? You think I’m gonna let you?”

You’ve never been dragged by your hair before. It was carrying all your weight on the strings of it. It was painful. You took his hand and pulled on it, pulling your legs up, and tried to stop him.

“Kai, stop! Stop where you are!”

He let go of you like you were hurting him. You rolled on the grass, and caught your breath, expecting a punch, but it never came.

Instead, you were left alone on the ground. You rolled onto your back and looked at the sky again. All was quiet.

You sat up, taking in the thick, dense air. It felt like it was going to rain. You got your heavy self up, and, as your eyes finally got used to the night, you walked on towards the house.

The porch, the heavy posh door, the wide hall, all was the same. Salvatore house was older than 90s drama after all. On your left, you felt for the light, and sighed, turning it on.

Then it dawned on you again, although you thought you were already mentally prepared. You were in the 94, and the house was what it used to be back then, and there was no escape from it.

You knew he’d return. Or maybe he wouldn’t. He mentioned it’s quite impossible to die here, so you didn’t worry about him killing himself.

You looked at the big round clock (surprisingly ugly; who was living there at that point? which of the Salvatore nephews?) in the kitchen and saw it was about half past eleven.

Then the silence made you shiver.

The wind outside was still, lying on the ground like a dead serpent. There were no crickets and no mice in between the walls, no bark beetles that used to shuffle cozily at night as you slept here many times.

There was nothing in this world except you, him, and this dark cast sky.

You limped towards the kitchen counter, observing things. A row of mugs was hanging above the sink, and you took one to make yourself some tea or coffee. Who needs so many mugs? There were no less than twenty of them. There were millions of millions of mugs in the world, and exactly half of them, just like half of everything else on this planet, belonged to you.

Think, think think. There was nothing to think about. There is a thing that’s called three foot world, and you were living in it. Right now, your aim was tea to soothe your aching head, and shower. Your body hurt, and you could feel your hair hurt, too. You sobbed a little, out of anger, and because it hurt so much. Part of feeling alive is feeling pain. You frowned, and groaned, and wiped away the tears, cursing under your breath at Kai and the kettle you couldn’t find.

Kettle finally came round, but the boy didn’t.

As you stood over the stove, listening to the water slowly heat, you tried to calm down the buzzing inside your skull.

Damn psycho. Why him.

Jerk

What an asshole, what a miserable selfish douche

You turned around to look over the kitchen, and find the ten differences between then and now. Kai reappeared like a shadow, like a silhouette out of a nightmare. His face changed, his posture - everything. He was a broken man now. He was stooping like a boar, piercing you with his eyes, and you thought for a second that he looked and felt more like a demon rather than a mortal. You haven’t heard him creep up on you, and you could barely see the trace of human in his impedning demeanor as he condemned you silently.

Kai attacked so quickly you barely managed to put out your fists to set them between you and him; he didn’t seem to feel pain, since he has felt it all; he didn’t seem to hear you wail as his hands clutched your shoulders, then crawled up to your neck. You dug your nails into the milk skin of his throat, and he didn’t flinch. You could feel the cage-like muscles of his neck under your fingers as you tried to inflict pain, still uncertain to go for the eyes; but as he started to choke you, you decided that it was either you or him after all.

You completely forgot at that moment that nobody dies in the prison world.

He pushed you towards the stove, nearly leaning you over the heating kettle and the open fire, and you twisted your arm, trying to get it.

“This torture”, he was whispering, as if he was communicating with the demonic spirits piloting whatever he was doing, in his head. Psychopaths. Fucking strong.

“I can’t subject you, too, to that. I am used to this place, but you have no idea...”

You opened your mouth like a fish, your throat squeezed in his palms, and your eyes rolling. Your hand got burned on the red-hot surface of the kettle, and your body twitched. Kai closed his eyes hard, and then opened them.

“The things I will do to you”, he moaned, as if it hurt him more than in hurt you. Anger was rising in you, and probably that’s why you wrapped your palm around the kettle. “If I just keep you dead...”

Swinging your arm back, you crashed it on his head, and Parker released you, yelping in pain and jumping away. You put hands to your face not to let boiling water spill into your eyes. Half-awake, you stooped, fell, rolled and was out of the kitchen.

The forest was useless. It was just a big mass of darkness, with trees everywhere, and as soon as you lost the sight of the house, you lost your senses, too. You had no idea which way was the road. And what did it matter? Not like you could run into the city, it’s too far away on foot, when you’re so incredibly hurt. First five minutes here, and you are in such ridiculous amount of pain you’re surprised how you’re still moving. Your arms are burnt, your throat is all but squashed, your ribs are hurting, your head is aching and spinning, your face is bleeding and your nose feels like it’s broken.

Is that how it’s going to be here? Kai chasing you and torturing you to no end? While having a panic attack? Was he trying to spare you? It looked like he almost cried, it looked like he was trying to suffocate you in spite of him, and in his mind, that could be mercy.

You wanted to groan, but was to weak. The silence was driving you mad: all around, not a spider sigh, no rustle, no bats, no owls, nothing. Windless, lightless hell, dense night, and the moon hiding somewhere.

You leaned on a tree to breathe a little, thinking, he’s going to find you. It’s his reign. He knows every inch of this land. He can walk with his eyes closed and sense you still.

“Y/N”, the distant call finally ended deafening quiet, and you raised your head like a deer.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me!”

Of course you don’t know, you incredible lunatic!

You expected no less of him. Fake aggressor remorse. Mercy my ass. He was just trying to cope with terror.

You moved on, trying to jog, but in the dark, it was almost impossible. Crooking roots in the earth, not much different than what they were back in the future, caught your feet. You stumbled through the thickets, understanding that you’re wandering in only to piss him off, just to do something.

“Y/N!” he sounded closer. Much closer, in fact, like he was spinting, or teleporting. You stood and tried to see with your skin. With your ears. But all there was - the ringing in your brain.

“Y/N!”

“Fuck off!” you shouted before you could slap yourself on the mouth. It just came out, so sincere.

You went again, but you could feel he was close.

“Please, don’t go! Hey, wait!”

There was no other explanation as to how he navigated here, in the dark, burnt with the boiling water, except that he was an actual spirit from hell, assigned to make your life miserable. Why did you go? Why did you go, oh, you had no fucking clue. What made you think inserting yourself into this would be a good idea.

I just didn’t want him to be alone, well, cry me a river, this fucker was about to turn your whole existence into one prolonged bite in the ass. There was a reason he was sent here in the first place after all.

You heard his footsteps too late, but it’s not like you could catch them before. He manifested himself, tap tap tap, like he jumped off a tree, and you bumped right into his open arms.

“No!”

Your hands flew up as you tried to scratch his face, forgetting completely that you had two good knees.

“Wait, wait, stop, no!”

This clusterfuck of a hug was spinning in place until Kai has had enough, and his restricting grasp turned into a desperate embrace of a drowning man.

He put his face right to the back of your head, and you could feel his body, leaning towards yours, as he shivered as if he was crying. All your fighting instincts were put on hold as you listened.

“Please, don’t go. Don’t leave me here. I can’t stay here alone”, he whispered, trying to conjure something in you.

There he was again, the boy who made you question everything. His arms tightened around you, because he was afraid. Anger boiled in you.

“Let go of me”, your voice was hoarse.

“No, I can’t”.

“I won’t run, Kai!” you snapped, and it sounded more like a bark. He shuddered like you slapped him on the face, and complied.

You were rubbing your face feverishly, almost whimpering with how much the burnt skin stung. The nose was killing you.

“I don’t know who you think I am, Parker”, you panted. You could see his eyes glow faintly in the dark. You had no idea where the light came from.

“But I’m not your fucking family. I’m not leaving”.

He could do this thing with his face, that made him look like he was a seventeen years old boy puppy, which would break just about anyone, except, maybe, Damon. Kai was so full of shit.

“Stay with me”, he said quietly like he didn’t hear you. You went on,

“But if you wanna pull your murderous shit on me, you gotta know one thing. Once I bounce back, I’m gonna give you as much hell as you give me, you got it?”

He nodded, although he certainly didn’t get it.

“Seriously, if you hurt me, I’ll retaliate so hard you’ll be wishing you were here alone”.

“Nothing is as bad as being here alone”, he said seriously.

You felt the air painfully clogging in your lungs. You opened your mouth to say something and was cut off, by the weirdest sensation, like you were stung with a needle full of drug all of a sudden.

You blinked, not understanding what’s happening.

Kai was looking at you, perplexed and careful, like he was ready to charge if you run again. You touched your face, made fists and undid them. Suddenly, your head was clear again, and you felt completely full of energy, like you really could run to the very Mystic Falls.

“What the hell?”

“It must be midnight”.

You touched the back of your head, where he pulled your hair, and it didn’t hurt anymore, either.

“Your body reset”.

“And yours?”

“Mine, too”.

“Y/N...”

“Wait a minute. It’s going to be happening every night?”

“There’s no every night”, he moaned, “there’s only tonight. Again and again. That’s why I tried to kill you, I guess. I don’t really...  I don’t know why, by the way”, he started pacing, rubbing the hard tree skin like it could help him, “I don’t want you to go through this. You don’t know what it’s like here”.

You blinked with your dry eyes. You were still mad.

“Which way is the house?”

He pointed behind your back.

“Suck it up, Parker”, you said. “You’re a powerful coven leader now, aren’t you? You’re gonna find the way out of here”.

You walked back slowy, feeling your way around in the twilight, until you were back on the Salvatore yard. You didn’t hear his footsteps, like he was a bloody ghost, but Kai was following you all the way down, defeated, which didn’t bring you much pleasure. Stepping into the house, you looked back at him.

“If you touch me while I sleep...”

“I know, you’ll scratch my eyes out”, he said. Parker regained his composure and was straight and menacing as usual, like nothing happened. He bounced back quickly, too. He kept gazing at you, standing in the doorframe, a symbol of unwanted intervention, like a vampire.

“What?” you finally asked.

“Just wondering why Damon would send you here, while he knows what I’m capable of. Do you think he cares about you at all?”

You licked your lips.

“You should be thanking him. I’m the only one who cares about you”.

He was taken aback.

Yeah, take that, villain boy. Pretty soon he’ll learn what it feels like, to be taken care of. That’ll show him.

[kristannarubbish]

learn to do it (chapter 3)

summary: princess diaries but make it norway and kristanna

rating: T

word count: 2.4k

a/n: updates will hopefully be more regular now my exams are over! got over a road block with this chapter so yay :-D

The hot tears rushing down Anna’s face were not helping the side eyes she was getting from people rushing to whatever fancy corporate job they had. Only side eyes though, not full on stares because this was New York and a woman in her early twenties with skinned knees sobbing in front of a Chase Bank was not the weirdest thing they would see today.

Anna had no idea how long she had even been there for, 20 minutes or two hours, she couldn’t tell you. But, when her phone buzzed she saw that she had only been making a fool of herself for about 10 minutes, which was good news considering the situation.

The notification was from Kristoff, asking when she wanted to go on their date. On any other day, this would be the most surreal thing to happen to her. But Anna wasn’t quite sure where first date with crush landed on a scale that included crown princess of a small European country. In her book, she might have felt a tad selfish, but first date with crush was a close second for her.

Pulling herself off the musty concrete, Anna wobbled towards the subway station. She wondered how she should respond to Kristoff now knowing this new information about her life. Would she even be allowed to date? Would she have to tell him? Wait, why am I letting myself go this far?! I don’t even know if I’ll take the offer or not. I can barely wake up in the morning, I’m not sure how good I would be at running an entire country. 

She decided to text back once she got home and sorted out her thoughts, because no good decisions come from stumbling on the subway in heels, sober or otherwise.

After arriving home, Olaf was planning a lesson on the coffee table. Anna hated to interrupt him working, but if she wasn’t careful then she would end up having a musical made about her and Olaf would have to tell a group of middle schoolers that he knew her way back when. 

His face lit up when the door opened, but quickly fell into worry once he saw her appearance. “Anna? What happened?”

“You are never ever going to believe me, and I don’t even know if I can tell you,” Anna sighed as she plopped on their couch.

“What? Is the Arendellian mob associated with the queen? Cause that’s what looks like happened to you,” he let out a slight chuckle. She shot him a cold look and he fixed his tone. “Sorry, wasn’t funny. What happened?”

If they dropped all of that on me in less than an hour, I think I can tell one person. “Okay I’ll tell you. But you might want to get comfortable.”

After telling him everything, from the skinned knees to the sobbing in front of a Chase, Olaf looked like a deer in headlights. Anna could see on his face that he was trying to process everything. After a moment of silence, he spoke again.

“I was wondering why that guy was at our door again.”

“That’s all y- Wait. Who? Mattias?”

“Yeah, him. He came about 10 minutes after you left with a car for you.”

“You have got to be kidding me,” Anna let out a long, shaky breath. “Olaf what am I gonna do?”

“Well,” he scooted closer to her on the couch, pulling her close. “Whatever you choose, just know I will be here for you.”

Anna sighed and leaned into him. “Thank you, and if I do become queen-”

They locked eyes as she said that. The pair of best friends let out the most hysterical laughs that were so loud the Brooklyn Bridge shook.

“Life is random and unfair,” Olaf let out between laughs, “some get nothing-”

“And some randomly become royalty!” Anna fell off the couch, clutching her stomach. The laughing fit was slowly chasing the reality of the situation. The monarchy- and Kritsoff’s text message.

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When Anna was done showering, she sat in her towel on her bed wondering if it was even worth it to go to work. She still had no clue what she was going to do or of Arendelle’s ability to finance her so-called boujee Brooklyn walk up, but everything does tend to have a new pointless feeling after your whole life changing in under half an hour.

After a mild existential crisis and consequently dancing to Doja Cat to feel better, Anna headed to work. Since she had the meeting so early with the queen- which did not feel like a real thought to her- Anna surprisingly did not have to rush to work and even had extra time to do a winged liner. 

She was even ten minutes early. This will make Kristoff very happy. Oh sh- I forgot to text him back. Just as Anna thought that, she had caught his eye on her way to the back. She stopped and walked over to his prep station to talk to him.

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Kristoff was never good at texting girls. He never understood the emojis or the TikToks they sent, and he always ended up having bad text etiquette in the end. To him, it was a blessing in disguise because it was very easy to realize which girls he really liked and which he did not. 

He never thought about it being the other way around, though. Sure, he had only texted Anna a few hours earlier but if he learned one thing from his few and far between misadventures in texting girls, it was that texting back fast was important. 

All morning he tried not to pay attention to it. Sure she had said yes, but to him Anna actually going through with a date seemed like something else entirely. He even went into work early to think about cutting strawberries for the lunch rush instead of Anna.

But after doing so, Kristoff had come to the realization that coming into work early to not think about Anna was nothing out of the ordinary for him.

Well, realized might not be the right word. It was more like Sven-made-a-joke-about-it-now-so-it's-painfully-obvious. That’s what realizing meant to Kristoff sometimes.

Sven had clapped a hand on his shoulder, “Got some Anna on the brain?” 

Nonetheless, Kristoff knew now that even coming to work wouldn’t kick this girl from living rent free in his mind. Not only because she worked there, but the smallest things reminded him of her. When he would get that day’s special menu and see anything involving chocolate, he thought of how obsessed Anna was with it, and that maybe he should save her some. (He always did.) Or when putting ground pepper to finish off a plate, he would think about how her freckles were arbitrarily placed but still looked perfect. Or when he was cutting strawberries, how he would describe them as red, but also would describe her hair as red, which never made sense to him. Interrupting that last thought, he caught her eye just as she came in.

With a smile that seemed to be a tad faltered, Anna walked through the kitchen. She waved at other chefs and chippered hello. As she approached him, he felt himself get those damn butterflies in his stomach.

“Ten minutes early? It’s like you’re trying to impress me with punctuality,” Kristoff chuckled, trying to come off as cool as possible.

“Well, I figure I have better traits to show off than that,” Anna smirked slightly. 

With bright pink cheeks, Kristoff cleared his throat. “Uhm, did you get my text? About, y’know...”

Anna’s eyes widened but she quickly composed herself. “I did. I came to say sorry for not texting back sooner.”

“I don’t mind, I’m not great at texting back, so it’s no biggie,” Kristoff gave her a reassuring smile. Biggie? That is not a real word, Kristoff thought.

“Oh, But I still want to go out! I still really really do. Some people just like when people text back quickly and I didn’t know if you were one of those people-” she rambled slightly.

“Anna,” His voice was high so he cleared his throat again. “It’s completely fine. When should we...?”

“How about tonight? Is that okay? Not too soon or anything?” Anna assumed that today could not be any crazier, so now seemed like as good a time as any to go on a date with a cute boy she really likes to get her mind off of everything.

“Not too soon. Tonight is great, Anna.” Kristoff smiled down at her.

“Can’t wait.” Anna got up on what seemed like her tippy toes and kissed his cheek. None of the other people working in the kitchen seemed to notice, except Sven, who gave him a shit eating grin and two thumbs up.

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Both of their shifts seemed to last much longer than normal. Anna avoided looking at the clock by telling herself more time would pass if she didn’t peek and Kristoff’s orders seemed to trickle in slower than normal despite the packed house. But finally, the last stragglers finally left for the evening and Anna started to get sweaty. She already was since the minute Kristoff agreed for their first date to be tonight. It did give her something else to focus on besides the whole crown princess thing.

After both of them cleaned up from the busy and never ending never ending night, they met by the door to see where the New York summer night would take them.

“Anna,” Kristoff gave her a big smile that made her heart flutter, “you ready?”

“More than ready, Kris,” Anna copied him by saying his name. They walked out of the restaurant doors and onto the sidewalk which was golden from the sunset. 

“What do you want to do?” Kristoff asked, as he realized they did not have a destination.

Anna stopped in her tracks, “Are you a burger kind of guy?”

“I am actually.” Kristoff had tried to think of something witty to say to impress her, but came up dry.

“Can we get burgers then? I have had a burger dinner kind of day,” Anna joked and looked up at him shyly.

“Sounds good to me. I know a great place.” He gave her a side smile as she nodded up at him. Silence fell over them as they walked. After a few moments, curiosity got the best of Kristoff. “What made this a burger kind of day? And.. What does that mean? Sorry, I don’t keep up with the trends much.” He had flushed slightly.

Looking up at him, Anna explained, “Oh, that’s because it’s not a trend. It’s something me and my best friend Olaf say. A ‘burger kind of day’ is when you have an insane day and want nothing more than to eat all of your daily recommended calories in one sitting.”

Kristoff laughed, and the redhead was proud of herself. “What made today feel like that?”

Anna paused, thinking about if the first date was the right time to tell someone you are an heir to a European throne. “If I could tell you all the little details, I would. Safe to say my life will never be the same again.”

“Oh, in that case, it definitely sounds like a burger kind of day. And, no pressure to tell me Anna. The last thing I would want to do is pressure you to do something you don’t want to.” He looked down at her with another lopsided smile.

“Thank you,” she gave him the most genuine smile he had seen from her that day. He felt content that he was able to do that. “And don’t worry about not being good at internet slang. I’ll be sure to translate for you, grandpa.”

“Hey!” he chuckled, “I am not a grandpa!”

“Those glasses you use to read the menu say differently, my dear Christopher.”

“My name is not Christopher and you know it,” he elbowed her lightly, feeling more comfortable now.

Anna stumbled backway dramatically with a deep inhale, “Ah! And, I know, but Kristoff isn’t really a grandpa name. Christopher is.”

Kristoff steadied her without an issue and they both grinned. “So if you were a grandma your name would be… Annabelle Marie?”

“Something of the sorts, yeah.”

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Anna had not felt that at peace in awhile. Even before her life was blown up only hours prior. Kristoff was such a nice person and was nothing but kind and respectful. Anna had decided she would tell him about the queen and everything once she decided what she was going to do. Which, for her in this moment, felt like a no if she would have to stop this.

The burger place they went to was a hole in the wall without seating, so they walked to a park and ate in the grass. Honestly, it was the most romantic date Anna had ever been on.

Kristoff never felt luckier. This was going way better than he thought it would. She laughed at his jokes, and he told her almost all the funny stories he could think of to get her to laugh. 

For both of them, even though it was only date one, it felt so right.

At her doorstep, after walking her all the way home, Kristoff gave her a full smile. “Anna, I had such an amazing time tonight.”

“I super did too. I mean really!” Anna exclaimed as she flumbled her words from a sudden resurgence of nerves. “Can we do it again?”

Kristoff laughed. “You don’t even have to ask.”

They both stood under the warm light of the entrance to her building. Kristoff was doing the thing where guys keep looking at a girls lips, pondering on what to do next. Making the decision for him, Anna got on her tiptoes, slid her hand around his neck and kissed him softly. He put his hands around her waist to pull her closer, deepening the kiss.

After a moment, they stepped away with big smiles on their faces.

“Goodnight, Kris,” Anna beamed as she walked into her building.

Still on the front step, Kristoff touched his mouth in a slight state of shock. He went back to his apartment with a whole new air.

[slice-of-horan]

5SOS Preference #1: First Meeting

Luke: “Two tequila shots please.” Your best friend slurred at the bartender, spinning around and nearly falling off her barstool in the process. It was a Friday night and the bar was full, the music was loud and your best friend was hammered. 

“I’m going to be carrying you home Y/BF/N.” You jokingly rolled your eyes and took one of the shots, downing it and quickly sucking on the lime to lessen the taste.

“Damn right you are, unless I can find a sexy man to take me home instead.” She giggled, scanning the room as you ordered another drink, it was a Friday after all. 

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30 minutes later and Y/BF/N was pretty much passed out and you were attempting to navigate both of you around the crowded room to the exit. However you had severely underestimated your ability to do this and you had nearly tripped several times. 

“Omfg Y/N, we should totally go back to the bar and do more vodka shots! First one to puke loses” Y/BF/N slurred as she feebly attempted to drag you back towards the bartender. 

“Next time girl, first things first we need some food to sober your drunk ass up.” You giggled and dragged her out on the sidewalk, attempting to flag down a passing taxi while also keeping your friend stable and away from any tempting alcohol. After the fifth taxi went past without stopping, you were getting pretty fed up. 

“For the love of God, this shouldn’t be this difficult” You huffed, running a hand through your tousled hair and checking the clock on your phone. “3.37 am, fan-fucking tactic.” 

“Er.. excuse me?” You felt a sturdy hand pat your shoulder and turned around, coming face to face with a tall handsome stranger. “Sorry to disturb, I just thought you might want to take my taxi instead, seeing as you might be struggling.” He gestured to your drunk friend, you glanced up, trying hard to make it seem like you weren’t totally checking this stranger out. 

“That would be amazing, thank you so much.” You flashed him a smile and grabbed your friends hand, following the man to the taxi he had pulled over. “I’m Y/N by the way and you have just completely saved me from walking 12 blocks in heels.” 

“Glad I could be of service Y/N, I’m Luke.”

“Hurry up Y/N, get the hot guys number and then take me to get some god damn food.” Y/BF/N yelled out from inside the taxi, flashing you a mischievous smirk. You felt your cheeks grow hot, and silently vowed to get your friend back later, and smile shyly. Luke awkwardly shifted, his cheeks tinging with redness. 

“Well she clearly read my mind.” Luke chuckled deeply, handing you a piece of paper he had messily scrawled his number onto. “Call me Y/N, I’d love to see you again.”

Ashton: “Milk, eggs, bread. Check, check, check.” You muttered to yourself as you leisurely strolled your trolley up and down aisle fourteen. It was 2am on a Wednesday and in typical you fashion, you had procrastinated grocery shopping for so long you were forced to do it at this ridiculous hour. 

“Now, do I want chocolate or ice-cream? Who am I kidding I 100% want both.” You laughed at yourself, plucking a block of milk chocolate off the shelf and into your trolley. 

“Wow, you sound awfully upbeat for someone doing grocery shopping at 2 in the morning.” A deep voice sounded out from behind you. You turned around and saw a tall, muscular dark blonde man with an infectious smile plastered on his extremely cute face.

“I could say the same about you. I’m surprised someone else is up and shopping at this hour.” You continued walking down the aisle, surprised when the handsome stranger follows you. 

“Well its not everyday I see a beautiful woman buying my favourite chocolate, I have to admit I am intrigued. I’m Ashton by the way, Ashton Irwin.” He smiled at you and you felt butterflies in your stomach, how was it possible someone could have such an attractive smile. 

“I bet you use that line every time you food shop but anyway its nice to meet you Ashton Irwin, I’m Y/N Y/LN.” You extended a hand for him to shake, which he did with a crooked smile on his face and his eyes sparkling with mischief. 

“I promise I can think of 100 better lines, I’m happy to try them out on you if you'd like, maybe over dinner? My shout of course.” You fought hard to keep the smirk from taking over your face and nodded at him, taking out your phone to give him your phone number. 

“I suppose it’s only fair, besides if I don’t do this some poor other girl will have to suffer and I am not that cruel.” 

Michael: Excitement was bubbling in your stomach, midnight screenings of new movies were always a fun time, especially when it was the newest marvel movie and fans in costumes were everywhere. 

“Y/N, come on! We need to get our seats before the trailers finish, if I miss one second of this movie I’m going to be pissed.” You laughed as your friend grabbed your hand and dragged you into the movie cinema. People were everywhere, there was not one empty seat in the entire theatre. You checked your ticket and realised you were sitting next to a stranger, although a very cute stranger. There were definitely worse people to sit next too that's for sure! You sat down, trying not to make it obvious you were checking him out. If your friend saw you, they would give you hell about it for the entire movie. His hair was dyed bright and he was wearing a top with your favourite band on it, what were the chances! You settled back comfortably in your chair and focused on the newest trailer.

“Gotta say, this movie looks like complete crap. Don’t you think?” You looked surprisingly as the stranger sitting next to you whispered to you. Now you could look at him face to face you couldn’t believe how cute he was. 

“Oh totally, I could make a drinking game out of how many movies are ruined by John Cena cameos. He’s in every stupid movie ever.” You and the cute guy laughed as John Cena came on to the screen,. 

“Totally agree with you, a shot every time he’s on screen would get you wasted in less than 15 minutes.” You guys laughed, trying to quiet down as people in the cinema stared. 

“I’m Michael by the way.” 

The rest of the movie was spent with you and Michael cracking jokes, it was by far the most fun movie experience you had ever had, and it only got better when Michael asked you on a date after the movie.

Calum: House parties were usually super fun, however when you only know one person and they disappear immediately, they can suck major ass. You were nursing your drink in the corner of the room, surrounded by smoke and a variety of drunk/stoned people. Your friend was currently rolling around on the couch with a guy she met 45 minutes ago leaving you to awkwardly pretend you couldn’t see what she was doing. You glanced around the crowded room before noticing the balcony, a perfect place to escape and not feel as awkward. You clambered across the room, avoiding the drunk guy throwing up in the kitchen sink and burst through the door, savouring the peaceful fresh air. It was only till after you were leaning against the balcony rail that you realised you weren’t the only one attempting to escape the party. A tall, dark haired and extremely hot guy was sitting on a chair, chuckling amusedly at your look of surprise. 

“I can see I’m not the only one who needed a break.” He sat up and extended a a hand towards you. “I’m Calum by the way.” You took his hand and shook it, trying to ignore the way a handshake gave you butterflies. 

“I’m Y/N, sorry to ruin your peace but I had to leave before Y/BF/N decided to jump her guy in front of my eyes.” You laughed, Calum’s deep chuckle joining in as well. 

“Well I’m glad you found your way out here, I was getting pretty lonely by myself.” You took a seat next to Calum, where you guys continued to talk into the late hours of the night about anything and everything you guys had in common. 

A.N: Message me any requests, I do 1D and 5SOS. Thank you! 

[artificialqueens]

Character development 5 (Branjie) -dexx-ss

a/n: Hi! Hello! How are ya? So this is literally the 3 version of this chapter. I had so many ideas but couldn’t really write them down. And literally took me a month to do this but if I don’t like it I can’t post it XD But I hope you still enjoy this little mess that I have created -xx

VANESSA

A’keria Silky and Vanessa are a group that completes each other. Their friendship started interestingly. Vanessa being blackout drunk because her boyfriend left her and two strangers rushed to help her. They took care of V and listened to her tell her life story. When she finally sobered up a little she decided to ask the two strangers how long have they been together. But that was just met with laughs “Girl, I have no clue who she is” the bigger girl said, “We just both saw you drunk as hell leaving your insides on the streets and thought you needed help.”. It was an interesting night but the next morning they decided to go shopping together and that was the start of a beautiful friendship. And now they know everything about each other. And Lying to her two best friends was not what Vanessa was expecting to ever do.

Vanessa opened her eyes because sunlight was already escaping through her curtains. She slowly rolled over so she could catch the sun rays on her face. Vanessa closed her eyes going through last nights events. For a moment it felt like yesterday was a dream.

After Brooke and she got out of the alley to meet with their friends they went drinking together. All five of them. They celebrated Brooke and Vanessa. They also drank A LOT. So in the morning, Vanessa was kinda surprised to be in her own bed and not Brookes.

Vanessa is never the person to wake up early on weekends or make herself actual breakfast(as in breakfast that isn’t cereal). But today she got up without looking at the clock and seeing it’s only 8 am. Vanessa was so high on happiness that it felt like she was floating on air when Vanessa walked towards the kitchen. She made herself some coffee and started making breakfast. Fucking breakfast. For a moment she debated what to make. Should she make scrambled eggs? But that’s just boring. So V settled on eggs and avocado toast.  Kinda basic but you know give the girl a break. She carelessly gathered all the stuff and started making food(failing miserably) without even realizing that Silky was sitting on the couch looking at her every move. It wasn’t until Vanessa started humming and smiling to herself when Silky made herself seen.

“Bitch,” she yelled making Vanessa almost spill coffee everywhere.  “Jesus fuck, Silk,” Vanessa yelled back “you almost gave me a fucking heart attack!”, “But I didn’t tho,” Silky laughed “Why are you making breakfast?”. Vanessa didn’t say anything. She quietly but her toast, avocado, and eggs on a plate. She took her coffee and went to sit next to Silky. “You want?” she asked with a smile offering her plate to Silky. Silky raised a questioning eyebrow but still took one of the avocado toasts. “Who you sleeping with?”, “I’m no…”, “Sure you are not, you just for no reason start acting like Snow White,” Vanessa just rolled her eyes and made herself more comfortable on the couch. “Brooke,” she said making Silky choke on her toast. Silky but down the remaining toast. Looked at Vanessa. Just looked at her not saying anything. Silky grabbed her phone still staring into Vanessa’s eyes while calling someone. “What is hap-”, “Shush”. Then someone picked up “Whatcha want, big Silk?” said familiar voice. A’kerias voice. “I owe you 20 pucks,” Silky said still staring into Vanessa’s eyes.

BROOKE

Brooke woke up also happy but with a hell of a headache.  After skipping through everything she felt the panic rise in her chest. Brooke had never been in a relationship and she always thought she would never be in one yet she is in one now. She got up quickly to go make herself some coffee.  She felt panic slowly creeping up from the hidden places in her mind. Since she started her thing with Vanessa those panic and anxiety attacks were never there. But for some reason, Brooke felt it again. She took her cup of coffee and made her way to the living room. She saw somebody passed out on the couch.

Nina and Plastique often after drinking spent the night at Brooke’s but they always shared the small couch bed in Brookes office room. So Vanessa was her second thought but wouldn’t she pass out on her bed? To be honest Brooke wasn’t even sure how she got home and she was too afraid to ask anyone too. Brooke sat on the floor in front of the couch and turned on the TV. The lump on the couch behind her shifted. “Oh god, turn this thing off my fucking head,”, “Nina?” Brooke said surprisingly turning off the Tv and turning herself so she could look at the other woman. “Yeah?” Nina sat up grabbing her head with both hands. “Why aren’t you-” before Brooke could finish they heard the office room door opening. Nina quickly got off the couch and sat next to Brooke on the floor, shushing her.

They heard two people sneaking to the door. It was Palsique and Vanessa’s friend- Ariel it was. At the door, they hugged goodbye and promised to text each other. Luckily they didn’t spot Nina and Brooke on the floor. But as soon as the door closed both girls burst into laughter scaring poor Plastique. “You little slut,” Brooke said in between laughing. Plastique just rolled her eyes and went back to the room saying she is gonna sleep a little more cause she didn’t get much sleep last night leaving Nina and Brooke dying with laughter on the floor.

When they finally calmed down Nina placed a hand on B’s shoulder “You okay?”. Brooke looked a little shocked for the question because well yeah she was more than okay. She had as beautiful Latina as her girlfriend. But no she wasn’t because she had a GIRLFRIEND. Shit. fuck. Error. Brooke looked at Nina “Yes and no,” she quietly said “I mean I care for Vanessa truly but like a girlfriend. A girlfriend, Nina. I have never had one. What do you do with it? How often do you have to feed it or take out on walks and- why are you laughing?”, “Okay, first of all, you are talking about Vanessa like she is some sort of animal. She is a grown woman she can take care of herself. Second of all, you need to chill. Otherwise, you are going to overthink this and it’s just not worth it.”. Brooke nodded Nina always knew had to calm her down. But she also was right. If Brooke doesn’t calm down she is going to mess everything up before it all has even started. “Thanks, Nina,” Brooke said with a soft smile. “No worries, boo.” Nina smiled and got up from the floor and so did Brooke. Brooke told Nina to get whatever she wants from the kitchen and went into her bedroom to get her phone. When Brooke looked at it there were quite a few texts from Vanessa.

‘Morning, boo. Hope your head okay <3’

‘Anyways… whatcha doing tonight’

‘I think you should meet Silky’

‘If you want to’

‘I get it if ya don’t it’s okay

‘Anyways let me know’

‘Or don’t’

‘No actually do so like I know’

VANESSA

“So what did your woman say?” Silky asked when Vanessa came out of her bedroom with her phone in her hand. “I texted her,” Vanessa said, “she hasn’t answered yet.”. “You text- Who are you and what have you done with Vanjie, texting over calling that’s new,” Silky said making Vanessa roll her eyes.

Vanessa really wanted Brooke to meet her friends but she knew how protective Silk and A’keria were about her. So Vanessa had a plan if Brooke said yes. She is going to make everybody drink. And by drink, she means to get so hammered that everybody ends up hugging the toilet. Because everybody gets along when they are drunk. Then she will have a few topics ready that everyone has in common so they can talk about them instead of Vanessa.

Dancing is number one. All of them have some kind of connection to dancing. Brooke owns a dance studio. A’keria had dance training when she was little. V and Silky both did hip hop when they were teens. So everybody can share memories and such.

Love for traveling. It’s just a kinda obvious topic because everybody loves to travel. It’s also a good conversation holder because everybody has stories about traveling.

Books. What did V know about books? Well nothing, but she knew that Brooke loved to read and so did her friends. But she didn’t have to worry about it she would just smile and nod.

Hair. Well, they all have hair so they can talk about that. And there isn’t really anything else.

Vanessa’s phone vibrating took her out of her thoughts. “Silky you better be on your best behavior tonight,” Vanessa said with a huge smile when Brooke agreed to meet Silky and A’keria.

The hours went by fast. Vanessa cooked some pasta while Silky went to get the wine. V was so nervous that she was running around the apartment like a headless chicken. Cleaning. Cooking. Drinking. Then more cleaning. And she almost burned the pasta.

How Brooke got along with her best friends mattered the world to Vanessa. Cause Silky and A’keria kinda were Vanessa’s world.  So this had to go perfectly.

Vanessa didn’t even realize when the doorbell rang. When it happened the second time that’s when she realized that Silky is still getting the wine and that it must be Brooke.

“Hi baby,” Vanessa said opening the door to a pretty blonde. Brooke looked absolutely stunning wearing a golden dress that looked like it was made only for her to wear. “Hi,” Brooke said softly meeting Vanessa for a kiss. Vanjie could tell she was nervous. “Silky is still out so come in,” Vanessa said gesturing with her hand for Brooke to step inside quickly making her way back to the kitchen  “make yourself at home.”.

When Vanessa walked back to the livingroom Brooke was sitting on the couch scrolling on her phone. She offered Brooke a glass of wine. “You look nervous,” Vanessa said with a smile. “So do you,” Brooke said with a smirk. Vanessa opened her mouth to say something but the front door busted open. Silky and A’keria both standing in the doorway. “So where’s the blonde bitch,” Silky yelled not realizing that Brooke was sitting right there. Vanessa quickly looked at Brooke and mouthed sorry her way. Luckily Brooke just laughed and went to introduce herself. The sight of Brooke, Silky and A'keria chatting away made Vanessa’s heart happy. There was no other way to explain it. It just felt right.

The night was going perfectly fine. Although Vanessa had used almost all the chat topics except the last one. But because everyone was slightly wine drunk and the conversation just kept going she was pretty confident that she doesn’t have to use it.

“So Brooke what’s your deal,” Akira said. Vanjie immediately recognized that tone. It was the “best friend talk” voice. It was the same thing as a big brother talk or whatever. Since A'keria and Silky realized how easy it is to break Vanessa’s heart they started doing those talks to Vanessa’s dates. Firstly asking what are their plans now and in the future and then after all that asking where they’d place Vanessa in their future. And it isn’t like Vanessa doesn’t want to know but it’s more like she wants to protect herself from the fact that usually, the other people haven’t thought about that. And also this time A’kerias voice seemed a little threatening.  “HAIR,” Vanessa suddenly yelled and everybody looked at her “How did you get your hair like that, A’keria?”. A’keria raised a questioning eyebrow “In a ponytail?”. Vanessa rolled her eyes “No it’s such a pretty color right now like how did you do that?”. A’keria started telling her hairdresser stories. And Vanessa calmed down for a little because those were always long.

BROOKE

While Brooke was trying to figure out what she should wear her thoughts immediately shifted to what can go wrong with the night. What if Vanessa friend hate her? Brooke knows how important Vanessa’s best friends are to her and she can’t help but think what would V do if they do not like her. “Calm down Brooke,” she says to herself rubbing her face. It’s not like she is meeting Vanessa’s family. Oh, GOD. One day maybe she has to do that too. What if she does not go. She just changes her phone number and moves elsewhere. Okay, maybe that’s too extreme.  Brooke could never do that to Vanessa.

At Vanessa’s door before ringing the doorbell Brooke also thought about turning around and walking away. Her anxiety getting the best of her. But something just didn’t let her. So she rang the bell. Nothing. For a moment Brooke was scared that she was at the wrong door. She had been to Vanessa’s place many times tho. But inside she did hear someone walking around and swearing. Realizing it was probably Vanessa she just smiled and rang the bell again. a few seconds later the door opens. It’s Vanessa. Nope. It’s her girlfriend Vanessa.

Brooke sat on the couch while Vanessa still shuffled around. She offered Brooke a class of wine telling that she looks nervous. What she wanted to say was: Of course, I look nervous. Jesus! Thanks for pointing out the obvious. I just wasn’t crazily texting Nina asking is it too late to tap out. But she just settled on “So do you,”. And then the door busted open. Well, that’s a great start by them calling her a bitch. But Brooke really wasn’t surprised by it and just laughed making her way to introduce herself.

The night was going quite well in Brookes opinion. And then A’keria asks “So, Brooke, what’s your deal,”. That question confused Brooke. What does she mean by that? Does she wanna know about her future plans in life? But the done seemed kinda threatening. So maybe she wants to know about her and Vanessa. But before she can think about it any longer the topic has been changed and they are suddenly talking about hair. But Brooke couldn’t really focus because now all that was playing in her head was A’kerias question.

The rest of the evening went by also quite nicely. At some point, they ate. And Brooke got a feeling that A’keria doesn’t really like her. From time to times she caught A’keria staring at her looking like she was trying to kill Brooke with her eyes.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, be right back,” Vanjie said at some point. Silky also went away, well to the kitchen to get more wine. So it was just A’keria and Brooke now.

“So, Miss Brooke Lynn,” A’keria said with a smirk on her face “does the name Kameron ring any bells?”. Brooke’s eyes widened. She can’t mean that Kameron. How does she know about her? No. There is no way. “Kameron who?” Brooke asked trying her best to stay calm. “Michaels,” A’keria said casually taking a sip of her drink. Brooke felt her face go white. Her throat was dry. “Oh, shit,” was the only thing that Brooke could say.

[emotionalgirl101]

Question | Chapter 4

Words: 2,709

Genre: college au, angst, fluff

Pairing: SKZ x reader

Summary: Your best friend, Minho, had been refusing to introduce you to his other group of best friends for months now, with no explanation as to why. One night after getting drunk after work together, he gave in to your pleas. Oops.

Warning: Contains mature content (such as coarse language, violent themes, etc).

A/N: Wrote this surprisingly quickly! I hope my fellow MyDay’s enjoy this chapter, too! Already started chapter 5!~ I’m thinking of adding text message chapters in here as well. What do you think?

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You weren’t really hung over. You were just drowsy. You felt a headache developing, but there was no throbbing pain. You knew if you had pain killers in the next few minutes, you’d get the better of it.

You woke up in Minho’s red jumper-like shirt. He often wore it over his white hoodie, but seemed to have decided to sacrifice it for your sake. It came down to the middle of your thigh. Modest enough. Although, the neckline exposed your collar bones. Neither really weighed on your mind. You were still rugged up in Minho’s bed, admiring your newly adorned sweater paws. It was your favourite thing about wearing his clothes. Something that had happened on occasion.

You weren’t surprised to find Minho’s side of the bed cold, as you saw lat his alarm clock read 11:36am. Thank god you had done all your shifts for the week. You could enjoy the fact you got to sleep in. You noticed Minho had put the covers on his side back in place, tucking them in at your side. You appreciated those little things he did for you. He knew you did. It went without saying,

You were reminded of why you’d woken up when you heard raised voices through the wall. Your now sober mind able to distinguish the voices of those speaking. A skill you were grateful that your drinking self had acquired over time.

“YOU’RE the one who’s going to wake her up! I didn’t make a noise! YOU were the one that was loud when you dragged me away!” The voice was Jisung’s. You recognised the annoyed tone after the playful banter from the night before. There was a quick reply, your brain not even having to register Minho’s voice. Recognising its various tones was practically a reflex now. “Why were you even going in there in the first place? Huh?” You could just visualise his arms crossed over his chest. An action that usually accompanied his turn voice.

“I need to grab my charger which you. stole.” Jisung emphasised the last two words. “Once I realised she was still asleep, I stopped moving. She’s cute when she sleeps…” You could tell the last part wasn’t meant to be a vocalised thought by the way his soft voice faded out. You slightly blushed at the compliment. It wasn’t everyday you heard yourself spoken of like this. You didn’t read too much into it, preferring to follow the conversation.

“You could’ve just asked. me.” Minho matched, “Let her sleep. She had a long shift last night.” You heard footsteps move away from the other side of the wall. A second set followed not long after. You decided to stay in Minho’s room a little longer, partially to spare Jisung any more flack from your best friend. For the most part, Minho’s sheets were just too damn comfy.

Wen you finally emerged, about twenty minutes after the small-scale altercation that took place outside your door, your eyes lit up at the aroma wafting in the air of the kitchen. “PANCAKES!” You squealed, rushing to hug your personal chef, Minho from behind. In the short amount of time you had known each other, this boy knew you like the back of his hand. All your quirks and what makes you tick. Even your favourite hangover cure; buttermilk pancakes.

“My hero.” You inaudibly mumbled into his back. He chuckled, probably guessing what you had said. “Morning, little one.” He teased, giving you a side-on hug so he could make sure he didn’t burn your precious pancakes. Woojin looked over from the other side of him, leaning over his chopping board and innocently waving at you, not realising he still had his knife in hand. “Morning, Y/n. How did you sleep?” He asked, returning to the task at hand.

“Well, thank you.” You beamed, not minding in the slightest that he didn’t look up to see. You whipped around to see Seungmin pouring over a book, concentration unwavering. That was until he felt your eyes on him. “Noona!” He grinned, sitting up to focus on you. “How’s the hangover.” You smiled at the sweet boy, despite full knowing he was teasing you. “Non-existent, thank you.” You winked. He nodded, mildly impressed. “Can’t say the same for some of the others” he chuckled, returning back to his pages.

Seungmin had reminded you to ask Minho for pain killers. You tugged on the boy’s shirt sleeve. He reached into his left pocket with his spare hand, pulling out a sheet of the drugs. He had anticipated your every move. Man, this boy was good. “This is why I love you.” You hummed nonchalantly. You turned on your heel, heading back to your sleeping quarters from the previous night. You decided to finished the water that was on your bedside table to wash the pills down. You grabbed your phone, unplugging it from Minho’s spare- well, actually, probably Jisung’s, charger. No notable notifications. You left the room, charger in hand.

You went straight to where you remembered the living room to be. You passed through the kitchen without a word, straight to the couches, occupied by the other six boys.

Jeongin was on the floor, leaning on the coffee table, and eyes glued to the tv. He was gaming on his console. You recognised the game as Fortnite, rolling your eyes by instinct. Chan was sitting on the couch on the right-hand side. He was reading the newspaper, a fact that surprised you to say the least. Further along, the end closest to you, was Felix. His arm was draped over his face, covering his eyes from the incoming sun. He occasionally moved it to check Jeongin’s stats, then returned to his previous state.

On the middle couch, the one that faced the tv directly and the one you were standing behind, laid Hyunjin. He was groaning ever so often, drinking water, then letting his gaze wander to Jeongin and his game, or covering them with his hand. He and Felix were obviously the ones Seungmin was referring to.

Changbin was on the couch on the left, that mirrored the couch Chan and Felix were on. He had his headphones in, eyes closed, basking in the sunlight from the window his couch was up against.

You were about to leave to search for the owner of the charger, before you realised he was there all along. His cap, with hoops on the left side of its peak, had successfully hid him from your initial survey of the room. His light hair came out from underneath in soft peaks. He was on his phone, sitting on the floor and leaning his back on Hyunjin’s couch.

You moved swiftly between Changbin and Hyunjin’s couches, taking a seat beside Jisung. He looked up, breaking into a smile from his blank expression. “Good morning, Noona.” He smiled, looking into both of your eyes without blinking. You smiled softly, partially forgetting why you’d sat there in the first place. Not for long, though.

You outstretched your hand to the boy, his charger sitting securely in your palm. “I think this belongs to you.” You watched him take it from your hand, puzzled, as the other members groaned ‘hello’s to acknowledge your presence. Chan smiled at you from over his paper, and Jeongin waved at you with the back of his hand, not having time to turn around. When you looked back at the boy before you, you saw realisation wash over him.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up. Please don’t tel-” Your voice cut him off, “I won’t tell Minho, don’t worry. I didn’t come out straight away, purposely to save you from his wrath.” You both chuckled. The moment was cut short.

“Pancakes!” Minho announced, a tea towel taking place over his forearm. He was acting as your personal waiter. You giggled at his antics, more so when he swatted away Jisung’s hand from the plate. “They’re Y/n’s.” He stated, matter-of-factly. Jisung pouted. “Hyung~”.

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You had left the apartment at about 2pm. Minho dropped you home, staying at yours until he had to head to his shift at the bar. You had offered to wash his jumper, saying you’d give it back the next time you saw each other. Knowing you two, that could be as soon as tomorrow.

Too lazy to cook, you made instant ramen, a meal with minimal effort required. All you had to do was fill the water to the right height and time the cooking process. Soggy noodles would ruin it.

As you waited for the kettle to boil, you leant on the counter opposite, an angle at which you could glance at the calendar displayed on the back of your of your pantry door. You had completely forgotten your plans to meet up with Jae tomorrow. You had also met him through uni. He worked there for a brief time in your first year. You easily became friends, bonding over your mutual love of music. A thing many had in common at your age.

You finished dinner, which left you feeling fatigued. You weren’t usually one to have an early night, whether it was planned or not. You put on Netflix in the background, hoping the voices would provide the white noise you needed to fall asleep. You found yourself reminiscing on the night before. The thought of the boys laughter ringing in your ears before your eyes slipped shut.

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You had woken up on Monday and gotten dressed, prepared to be on time to your catch up with Jae. Despite having plenty of time when the day started, it seemed to slip away from you. You were ten minutes late to the café, but Jae couldn’t have cared less.

His glasses were perched on his nose, his blonde strands kissing the top of the frames. You smiled at you. “Look who it is.” He smirked playfully, and wrapped you in a one-armed hug. An affectionate act you had grown accustom to when spending time with the older guy.

You only just noticed the tray of coffee cups in his other hand. You pointed at it, drawing his eyes to follow what yours were trained on. “I ordered. You change your order a lot-“ you cut in mid-explanation to correct him. “Or, you never can remember my order.” He nodded, with a small smile on his face. “Yeah, that. Jae needs help.” You couldn’t contain your laugh, and neither could Jae. He moved on after referring to himself in the third person, “ANYWAY, I grabbed you a hot chocolate, just to be safe.” You smiled, removing the cup from his grasp with a smile painted on your face. “Perfect~” you hummed.

“So,” you continued, sipping away at your hot chocolate. You were still leaning on the outer wall of the cafe. “What did you want to do today?” You could see he felt guilty about what he was about to ask of you. You were more curious than concerned. Jae could be bad, but he was never THAT bad. “I wanted to know if you’d mind running some errands with me? I have to go on campus and drop off some sample files to a friend.” You were blunt in response. “Seriously? That’s all? Why did you look so guilty? Of course I don’t mind running errands with you!” The sheepish look tainted with fear quickly dissipated from Jae’s face. You has scared him for a second there.

Jae was a post-grad at the Music Academy, not too far from the campus of your own university. It was only logical for him to go there, as he wanted to stay close with his family. He knew he’d probably need to move overseas at some point, so every precious moment with them was one he had to make count.

You arrived on the campus, talking about mundane things like work and life updates of mutual friends, following Jae subconsciously. You didn’t even realise you’d wandered into a music store. Record lined every inch of the store. They seemed to have gotten popular, again. They say trends repeat themselves. It made sense. The was a centre piece filled with CDs of old classics from around the world. Your fingers traced over the likes of Nirvana, Biggie, Crowded House. It was all music you grew up listening to. You had your mum to thanks for that.

Jae strayed from your side, presumably to go seek out his friend. You had explored almost every inch of the store, before deciding to go see what Jae was up to. He was at the counter, talking to the guy on shift. He was hidden behind Jae’s big head. You chuckled to yourself, then approached.

You didn’t look at Jae’s counterpart, mainly because he had his back to you by the time you’d approached the two guys. You felt a sense of familiarity, but chalked it up to Jae’s laughter that filled the space. The aforementioned boy turned to acknowledge your presents. “Done snooping?” He teased. “Shut up.” You mumbled, gently waking him. You looked at your phone, just because it was something to do. Jae’s voices brought your attention back to reality. “Y/n, this is-“ You were starting to lift your head when you heard the familiar voice of someone else. “Y/n.”

Your eyes locked with the tall brunette with soft hair, “Chan?” You couldn’t hid your smile at the surprise, and neither could he. Jae was confused. “You guys know each other?” His wrist flicked his finger from you to Chan, to you, to Chan. “Yeah. He’s friends with Minho.” You kept smiling at the boy behind the counter, proceeding to ask him probably the dumbest question you could have right then. “What are you doing here?”

Jae and Chan both laughed, then you realised how obvious the answer was. Working. I work here, remember?” He teased you. The facts just clicked in your mind. Chan said he studies at the Music Academy, working at the on-campus music store. Jae also dragged you to the same campus, which he also attends. He had taken you to said music store.

“Wow, I’m slow today.” You were saying it as more of a fact than a joke, but smiled at the reactions the other two had.

You didn’t stay long, give Chan a quick wave goodbye and a ‘see you soon’ over your shoulder. You left the store, and spent the rest of the day with Jae. The coincidence of seeing Chan only adding to the pleasantry.

The second one was also, in a way, your own doing. You went the campus library to try and sell off some of your old textbooks from the previous year. The money could always come in handy.

You stood at the main desk near the entrance, with no blue-shirt stuff member in sight. You scrolled through your phone, absentmindedly. A call came from behind you, circling around to your left, and then behind the counter. “Sorry to keep you waiting.Give me one second.” The staff member that had appeared before you had eyes down, finishing off something before tending to you. You smirked at Woojin, as he hadn’t really realised just who he was talking to.

“So formal. I could get used to this, Woojinnie~” You sung, purposely informal. He snapped his head up, and his face lit up at the sight of you. “Y/n! I forgot you went here.” He smiled, not afraid to admit his lapse in memory. This encouraged the same honestly from you. “I forgot you worked here.” His eyes creased, warmth and friendly radiating from him. He was a sweetheart. “What can I help you with then?”

Woojin wasn’t kidding when he said to go to him if you needed help. He knew pretty much everything, solving a number of problems you would’ve had if you hadn’t spoken to him sooner. Anything he didn’t know, he still fixed, having someone he knew able to solve the issue for him. The boy made your Tuesday a lot more bearable than you had expected.

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[darkisucksanditwrites]

I got you.

For Aomine’s birthday. Not very happy so I’m not wishing him Happy Birthday 😁

It was way past eleven when Momoi arrived at the bar.

It was a good thing she was just in the neighborhood with a few college friends when she got Aomine’s distress call.

Well, distress was a bit of exaggeration.

She couldn’t understand what he was saying at first, he was slurring so badly and she immediately recognized it as him being intoxicated.

He rambled about something or other and for a moment she thought he called the wrong person but then he sobbed.

“She dumped me.” He hiccupped. “Satsu. Right before my birthday.”

And then he disconnected.

Satsuki excused herself, saying she had a thing to take care of and said goodbye to her friends. She managed to call him again and demand to tell her where he was. Thankfully, it wasn’t far and she found the place without a problem.

“Dai-chan.” She gently shook his arm when she found him at the counter. She thought he was crying, but it turned out he was actually sleeping.

“Ha?” He grumbled when he saw her. “Whatre you doin’ here?” He slurred.

Satsuki sighed.

“Because I can’t leave you alone.” She wrinkled her nose. “How much did you have?”

“Not much.” The bartender appeared suddenly. “Just a couple of shots and a beer. He got smashed right away. I was honestly surprised since he’s such a big guy.”

“Well, he has a very low tolerance.” He patted Aomine on the head. “Do I need to pay anything?”

The bartender shrugged. “It’s all been covered by that other girl.”

“Right.” Satsuki nodded. The other girl was probably Aki or Saki or whatever her name was. Satsuki tried not to pay that much attention to whom Aomine was dating, since they got pretty uncomfortable with the fact that he had a very close female friend. So she made sure not to get in their way.

It was hurtful a bit, since they were inseparable almost since birth, and as much as he infuriated her he was her best friend and she wanted him to be happy.

Satsuki fished her mobile and called a taxi.

Aomine frowned, but thankfully didn’t fell asleep again. He was glaring at the counter, oddly quiet.

“What happened?” She asked gently and patted him on the back.

He shrugged.

“She said she knew I wasn’t that into her and it wasn’t working.”

“Well, weren’t you?”

Aomine looked at her and blinked.

“Of course, I was. Why would I date a girl I wasn’t into?”

Satsuki shrugged.

“So maybe she wasn’t into you that much.”

“Maybe.” He shrugged and frowned. His eyes were red rimmed, but she doubted he actually cried. Aomine was a crybaby when they were kids, but with time he learned to hide his tears and turned to anger when was sad or upset.

Satsuki didn’t know what to say much. Aomine didn’t date that many girls, but all of those relationships ended almost always the same way.

They all claimed he wasn’t into them. And true, at first Aomine was mostly into the physical aspects of dating, but he took a few lessons (some of the from Satsuki herself) and learned a thing or two.

She talked to a few of his girlfriends (at least at the beginning when they were still okay with Aomine having a female friend around him) and they were all happy with how he was treating them.

So it was a bit puzzling why they were all dumping him. He wasn’t a bad guy by any chance. He was maybe a bit sloppy and not the brightest and a bit one track minded (basketball, burgers and breasts? Not the most refined taste) and the girl had to take the lead in most things (and the girls he dated were okay with it), but it wasn’t like he was un-datable?

And did that one just had to choose the day before Aomine’s birthday to break up with him?

Satsuki startled when her phone rang.

“Come on. Taxi is here.”

Aomine grunted and let Satsuki lead him outside. He wasn’t that drunk, but he was definitely tipsy and upset.

They got into the back seat and Momoi gave the driver Aomine’s address.

The streets were full of cars because this was Tokyo and Tokyo never sleeps. Besides it still wasn’t that late for the city.

Satsuki looked outside, her thoughts revolving around the Aki-Saki and she wondered if she should contact her. Probably not. It wasn’t her business after all. And Aomine was a big boy.

But still it was Aomine.  

She felt something lightly touch her hand suddenly and she looked away from the window.

Aomine was looking at her, his eyes still a bit unfocused and his cheeks pink from the alcohol and embarrassment.

Satsuki smiled because she knew what he was asking. It was the same when they were kids and Aomine was scared of something.

She grabbed his hand and squeezed.

“We’ll be home soon.”

Satsuki opened the door to Aomine’s apartment with her own key. She briefly thought that things like these were why his relationships always ended the way they did, but it was hard to change old habits.

“Go on.” She pushed him gently inside and closed the door.

His small studio apartment was surprisingly neat and cleaned out. It smelled of detergent and soap meaning Aomine planned on bringing a girl here tonight.

And in a way he did, just not the one he planned.

She watched him when he swayed and took of his shoes and jacket.

“Ya want a drink?” He slurred while he stumbled into the kitchen.

“No Dai-chan. And you should go to sleep.” She grabbed his arm and led him into his tiny bedroom.

Aomine grunted when she pushed him on the bed and he sat down.

“I’m not sleepy.”

“I know.” Satsuki said gently and sat beside him. “But it would be better. Everything will work out. Promise.”

Aomine snorted.

“Yeah, right.”

“There, there.” She patted his knee. Aomine didn’t get the bait and was still deep into his sour sulking.

Momoi thought of what to say in moments like these. She didn’t want to trash the girl; not sure she had it in her and Aomine would probably not want it anyway. It would just make him defend her and he’d feel worse.

Him opening up to her and talking about his feelings was also out of the question.

But also talking about unrelated things felt kind of out of place.

Her gaze fell onto the bedside table clock.

“Oh!” She said suddenly and Daiki blinked sleepily at her.

“What?”

“It’s already past midnight.”

“So?”

Satsuki bit her lip. Should she?

She opened her bag and rummaged though it for a moment, before she took out a small box.

Aomine blinked not understanding.

“I wanted to give you this tomo- I mean later today, but maybe now it’s better.” She pushed the box into his hands.

“Happy Birthday.”

Aomine frowned and she was afraid those wrinkles would be permanent this time.

“I know it’s bad timing with everything going on, but…I thought it could cheer you up.”

Aomine looked at her for a moment before he sighed and unwrapped the box from its colorful paper.

He raised an eyebrow when he saw it was velvet, like the ones you put jewelry in.

“Open it.” She encouraged him and he did.

“What’s that?” He asked blinking.

Satsuki gently took the necklace out of the box.

“Maybe it’s a little silly but.” She paused and broke the silver circle in half and gave one to Aomine.

Daiki looked at the half she put into his hand and then at her when she finished putting the one on her own neck.

“I got you.” She said with a small grin and showed him the engraving of his name in kanji.

Aomine just stared at her, blinking slowly.

And it was honestly freaking her out. She expected him to get embarrassed and say she was sappy and say that friendship necklaces were lame and for kids (and he’d still wear it anyway).

Instead he sighed.

“Shit like this is why you’re boyfriend is always avoiding you.”

Satsuki pouted.

“He is not my boyfriend.”

“Yet.” Aomine said and Satsuki felt a blush creep onto her cheeks. He was referring to an older student which she went to a study group with and who was definitely interested in Satsuki. And honestly he was her type: calm, polite, intellectual.

But somehow he just wasn’t that interested in him aside from that study group.

Even if he was really, really good-looking.

Aomine sighed and put his half on. He rubbed the kanji of her name briefly and she suddenly felt embarrassed herself. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea after all. Basketball shoes would be a safer option.  

“I picked them up today.” She said and hid her half under her blouse.

“Thanks Satsu.”

She nodded.

“I have something for you too.” He said with an audible slur. For a moment she forgot he was actually drunk.

“Hm? Can this wait?”

“No.” Aomine said and leaned forward until their foreheads bumped.

And before she could react he kissed her.

It was so strange. She could feel the alcohol in his breath but not as strongly as on his clothes, which led her to think most of it ended up there and not inside him.

But then again that would mean Aomine was mostly sober.

Or maybe he was lamenting Aki or Maki or whatever her name was so much he needed to find comfort somewhere else.

Or maybe it was a mix of all three, but she didn’t have time to react to that awkward, sloppy kiss because it was over suddenly and Aomine yawned and flopped down onto his bed.

And he was out cold.

Satsuki sat there for a moment, analyzing what just happened.

But no matter how many scenarios she went through and how many variables she considered she just couldn’t come to any explanation.

Any explanation which would be plausible at least.

She looked at the necklace tucked against Aomine’s cheek which would no doubt produce an imprint of her name on his cheek in the morning.

She touched the chain of her own half and sighed.

Well, this has gotten considerably more complicated now.

[candescentcalum]

All I Got

Hey y'all! I was in my feels and wrote a Calum thing about dysfunctional Calum and y/n arguing about their failed relationship. Hope y'all like it!

P.S. I didn't edit this at all really so if the grammar or anything is bad sorry lmao 

Warnings: language I guess 

Word Count: 2,198

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Time does not heal.

It's been 4 months and I'm still not completely over him. Every time I see him tweet or post a photo on Instagram or see concert photos of him it sends a twist of pain straight to my heart. He was my world, my everything. To me, the sun didn't burn without him and the stars sure as hell didn't shine as bright as they used to.

I hated that my happiness depended so much on him. I didn't want it to be that way. I didn't want to ever rely on someone else to provide my stability for me, but when you live through a love that was as hard hitting and soul crushing as ours was, it'd be hard for anyone to not depend on one another afterwards.

It was a Tuesday when he left. I woke up to the sounds of zippers quickly being shut and bags being dragged across the wood floors. I quickly sat up and rushed to the living room to find him with his arms full and halfway out the door.

"Calum?" I asked him. I've never seen his head whip faster. He looked like a deer caught in headlights. He didn't say anything. He just stood there with his mouth gaping open, lost for words.

"Where are you going?" I asked with a sinking feeling in my gut. I didn't want to believe it but deep down I knew something was wrong.

"I don't think we're going to work out." Calum said quietly while looking back and forth between me and the door.

"So you were just going to leave without telling me?" I was beyond hurt at that point. I thought I meant enough to him to deserve a proper goodbye, but apparently I didn't.

"Y/N, I-"

"How could you do this to me?" I asked, my voice raising slightly.

"I'm sorry, I've got to go." And that was the last thing he said to me before he slipped out of the door.

It's been rough for me. I found myself constantly asking myself what I could have possibly done wrong, what could have driven him away. Even after my friends' constant reassuring that it was nothing I did wrong and it was all Calum's fault, I still felt the blame within my heart.

I kept in contact with Ashton. Well, for the first couple months at least. Besides Calum, I had been closest with Ashton. He was constantly checking up on me and making sure I was okay those first few months of mine and Calum's breakup, but the texts and the calls eventually stopped and I was left with no trace of the 4 Aussies in my life. The phone contact stopped, the pictures were all deleted and gone, and it was like I had never even existed in their lives in the first place.

I was laying in bed watching some movie I couldn't even remember the name of when I heard a rapid knocking on my front door. I unlocked my phone to take a look at the time: 1 o clock am. Who could possibly be knocking on my door at 1am?

"If it's a criminal I'm gonna be pissed." I grumbled under my breath as I got out of my cozy bed. I unplugged the floor lamp that's in my room and carried it with me to the front door so I'd have something to defend myself with on the off chance that it was actually a criminal. I set the lamp down on the ground and gripped it with my left hand while I cautiously opened the door with my right, and who I saw standing there made me weak at the knees.

"Calum?" I whispered in shock.

"Hey babe." He grinned lopsidedly as he pushed past me to walk inside my apartment.

"Nice lamp by the way." He slurred.

"You're drunk." I retorted with my hand on my hip. I turned around to close the front door and when I swiveled back around, Calum was standing right in front of me, rocking back and forth on his heels.

"And you're pretty." Calum was so close that I could smell his breath. It reeked of vodka.

I won't lie, Calum being this close to me again is making my heart race and my head dizzy. It's reminding me of the old times when we'd come home from parties and take care of each other while both of us were drunk off of our asses, but this time is not then. The part of my heart that had a desire to take care of Calum was ripped out when he left and he took it with him. It's not my responsibility to take care of him anymore, it's my responsibility to take care of me now.

"I miss you." Calum confessed with an oddly steady voice. He was already standing very closely to me but he somehow managed to move even closer and lightly cupped the side of my face with one of his hands.

"Don't." I stated firmly as I pushed away from him. His hand felt familiar and it felt like safety. It took everything in my body to move away from him, but it had to be done. I was not about to go down this road with Calum. The hurt was too recent and too real to give into him this soon again.

"Y/N." Calum grabbed my hand and tried to pull me closer again, but I held my ground.

"Don't 'Y/N' me." I spat as I pulled my hand from his grasp.

"You're drunk Calum, you don't know what you're saying. You left me without so much as an explanation and now you think you can barge back in here and win me over with a weak 'I miss you'. Well it's not going to work." I quickly walk across my living room and towards my bedroom before the tears can spill over.

"We can talk about this in the morning when you're sober if you want." I sigh. He starts walking in my direction again like he thinks he's going to be sleeping with me in my room for the night. I put my palm to his chest to stop him.

"On the couch." I tell him as I walk the rest of the way into my room and close the door behind me. As soon as the door shuts I rest my back against it and slide to the floor in defeat. Not caving in to Calum was one of the hardest things I've had to do. I was still having a hard time, but things were at least starting to get a little better for me, but then as soon as I saw him again everything came crashing down. All the memories and the feelings came flooding back as soon as I saw his face.

And I know that I shouldn't still feel this way about him, I mean, he left me. But even after everything he's put me through these past 4 months, I'd still follow him to the ends of the earth if he asked me to. And I hate that about myself.

"Stay strong, don't budge." I quietly tell myself as I stand up from the floor and make my way to my bed.

"He only thinks he wants you again because he's drunk." I remind myself, tucking my body under the covers in the process.

"It'll all get resolved in the morning." I say to the empty room as I doze off.

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I wake up surprisingly refreshed. I wasn't expecting to sleep as well as I had. The previous night had put me in somewhat of a state of distress, but this morning I feel ready to face Calum and get this issue resolved. I still love Calum, I can't deny that. But if he truly wants to get back together even this morning, it's going to take a lot more than just drunkenly showing up at my apartment. If he had pulled this 2 months ago I would have taken him back in a heartbeat without any other thought, but now my head is clearer and I know what I deserve.

I open my door and make my way out into the living room to find Calum sitting up on the couch. He's just in his boxers and he's got his head in his hands and is rubbing profusely at his eyes. He must have just woken up. I grab him a glass of water and a couple ibuprofen from the kitchen and set it down in front of him on the coffee table.

"Take these." I tell him as I take a seat next to him.

"Thanks." He mumbles. He grabs both the pills and downs them with one gulp of water.

"So you wanna talk about what happened last night?" I decided not to beat around the bush. Might as well just get straight to the point.

"Not really." He grumbles as he stands up and starts searching for his shirt and jeans. I scrunch my nose up in confusion.

"What do you-"

"I just want to get my stuff and go Y/N." Calum snapped as he pulled his legs through his ripped up jeans.

"Excuse me?" I ask in disbelief as I stand up as well. I see his shirt behind the couch and quickly grab it before he sees it.

"You come to my apartment drunk at 1 in the fucking morning, sleep on my couch all night, and then have the audacity to say you're the one who just wants to leave?" I have his shirt dangling in my hand as he turns around and sees it. He tries to grab it from me but I just pull it behind me and farther out of his reach.

"You're the one who left me remember? And then you show up last night saying all these things about how you miss me and how I'm pretty and blah blah blah and now that you're sober you don't want to talk about anything. A real class act, Calum." I throw his shirt at him and cross my arms over my heaving chest. He catches the shirt and quickly pulls it over his head.

"It was a mistake coming here last night." Calum starts as he picks up his phone from the coffee table. He tries to unlock it but notices it's dead. He sighs as he pockets it and runs a hand through his unruly hair.

"Yes, I was drunk and yes my feet brought me here, but drunk Calum doesn't know what he wants and drunk Calum certainly doesn't know what's good for him because this," he gestures at the air in between the two of you, "is not."

"You said things last night." I state firmly.

"I'm well aware of the things I said last night Y/N." Calum said in a condescending tone.

"But I say things I don't mean when I'm drunk, you of all people should know that." Calum rolled his eyes, exhausted with the conversation.

"Things people say while drunk are just the true statements they're too afraid to say when sober." I informed him. I wholeheartedly found this to be right.

"I've told Luke I wanted to fuck him before while drunk, I really don't believe your sentiment rings true." Calum said with anger creeping into his tone. He started marching towards the front door.

"Calum-"

"Why do you even want to have this conversation so bad?" Calum shouted.

"I left you. I'm a jerk. Why do you even want to resolve things with me? Why did me saying a few stupid things while drunk off my ass give you so much damn hope?" Calum asks. The vein on his forehead popping out and his nostrils flaring.

"Because you were it for me Calum!" I shout back.

"I loved you with all of my being! Hell, I still love you. I was finally starting to get a little closure on you leaving, and then you show up here last night saying all of those pretty things to me, and of course inside my head it gave me hope!" Calum just stands in front of me, unblinking, unflinching. As if the words I just spoke had no affect on him whatsoever.

"When I heard you say you missed me it sparked something in my heart. Something I hadn't felt in months. And sure, I knew you were drunk and probably didn't mean it, but a part of me hoped you did. And a part of me hoped you'd come back someday." I confess, much quieter than before.

"I didn't mean those things I said, and I don't want to get back together. And I'm sorry I made you think otherwise." Calum said quickly as he retreated out the door. He left just the same as the last time. Quickly and quietly and without a care. I didn't get an explanation. I got left with a half assed apology and an aching heart than was even more broken than it was the first time.

That was all I got.