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bound-writings · 5 years ago

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could I get pomerate and earl grey tea with mitsuba please?

hI YES BB OF COURSE,, IM SORRY IF THIS ASS AND SORRY FOR THE WAIT LOVE U BTW

Mitsuba - Pomegranate And Earl Grey Tea

pomegranate tea; at what point did they know they loved their s/o?

You sat in front of him in your mathematics class, and he tapped you on your shoulder, beckoning for your attention.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Mitsuba Sousuke, I hope we can be friends as we’ll be sitting in name order for a while.”

You looked the pink haired boy up and down, and hesitantly placed your hand in his. His hands were warm and soft to the touch, no calluses like you’d expect from a boy. And this Mitsuba boy was quite cute too, but something about his personality made you feel like you’ve been deceived somehow. You meekly nodded in acceptance and an almost sickenly sweet smile appeared on the boy’s features.

The bell rang and everyone quickly filed out of the classroom for lunch. You stood on your tippy-toes to try and find a puff of pink hair blending in with the other students. You didn’t have a wide variety of friends yourself, and the boy did intrigue you (plus he was cute) so perhaps he wouldn’t mind if you got to know him better? He did ask if you two could be friends so it was like you were intruding, right?

Hastily grabbing your wrapped bento, you hurried after the boy, following his bright pink look he sported so you wouldn’t get separated. Curiously you trailed behind, trying not to look like a stalker, until you realized you were already at the roof. It was a nice day, the cool breeze gently flowed against your body, making your hair sway. Mitsuba sat down, his back against the wall, as he tinkered with something in his lap. A camera.

Apparently you’d been staring too long because he noticed you and his shoulders jumped. Ah shit, now you had to explain yourself before you looked like a creep.

“W-why hello there Mitsuba-kun! Nice day we’re having, right!?” you asked, smoothing out the wrinkles on your clothing, trying not to look at him. You could feel his eyes boring into you.

“Anyway, I just wanted to see if we could maybe spend our lunch time together? After all you did say you would like to be friends with me right? See, I even got my bento ready here and everything-” you paused midway, glancing at his face for any reaction. He was biting his lip, as if he was trying to hold himself back from saying something.

“Y’know, Mitsuba-kun, is something bothering you? In class today, your smile didn’t look quite right if you ask me. Almost as if it was forced-” you stopped as you heard a soft voice.

“Hmm? Repeat that, Mitsuba-kun?”

“Shut up, you squeaky voice having ass.”

You froze almost comically, processing what Mitsuba said.

“Have you been breathing in too much helium?! Because your voice certainly is squeakier than a rubber duck!”

You were speechless. Mitsuba rose.

“You stalker! Crazy! Dumbass! Because I’m so cute, you want to befriend me only to threaten to spread fake rumors about me! Just because I’m so adorable, doesn’t mean you can have your way with me!” Mitsuba panted after his outburst, sending a glare to you.

(Your face was like ö)

Your mouth was open and eyes widened. Well, looks like you’ve discovered the real Mitsuba Sousuke!

“Hmpt! And the stalker isn’t gonna say a word-”

You burst out laughing, trying to contain your loud guffaws as you grabbed the sides of your stomach, walking over to the cocky boy. He stepped back, his sleeve covering his mouth as he watched you in disdain and a hint of surprise that you were actually still here.

You slid down the wall and patted the space next to you, as you tried to control your chuckles.

“I didn’t expect that from someone like you, Mitsuba-kun! But I think I like the real you better than the fake one, ya know. Come sit here.”

Mitsuba hesitantly inched towards you, and sat down quite far from you. You pouted, sliding over until you bumped shoulders to him.

“You don’t need to be so cold, Mitsuba-kun! I want to be your friend and get to know you. I’m sure you can get those words through that cute head of yours,” you giggled, fluttering your lashes.

Mitsuba froze. Your face was so close to his. He could see your pretty features, long lashes, plush lips, blushy cheeks. (Not cuter than his of course.)

“G-get away from me, you pervert!”

That is how you got to know Mitsuba. And that is how Mitsuba got to know you, (Name) (Last Name), the seemingly crazy person who became his friend despite knowing his cocky attitude. The person who didn’t make fun of him and rather refuted his insults.

Mitsuba could feel his hopes rise, just a bit. Perhaps… just maybe, this year wouldn’t be lonely after all. For once, he couldn’t wait to see you again.

The next day when you came to school, Mitsuba wasn’t there, and the classroom was filled with whispers.

“Did you hear? The Sousuke boy died in an accident yesterday.”

Your heart stopped, as you froze. How? You had spoken with him only yesterday. How could he just disappear, slip away from your fingers like this? What’s more, you felt as if there was a pit deep in your stomach. You had only known Mitsuba for a day, no, a few hours at best, yet you felt such emptiness.

You would never see Mitsuba again.

Or so you’d thought.

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A few days later, you were walking to the middle school entrance to change your shoes. You had arrived early like you usually did. Mitsuba was still lingering in your thoughts., as you absentmindedly opened your locker to switch your shoes. You switched your shoe as you let out a huff.

A hand grabbed onto your forearm, and you looked up to see who the hell would touch you like that without permission. The hand was cold as if it was a dead person’s hand.

“Hey…”

You used your other hand to close the locker door shut, as it was blocking this mysterious person’s face. If it wasn’t for the hand holding you up, you would have fallen down when you saw the face.

“Did you forget abou-”

“M-MITSUBA-KUN?!” you exclaimed, and immediately the arm retracted from you. The boy looked up and you could see his hands now covering his ears, and an annoyed look on his face.

“Hmph, scream louder won’t you-” Mitsuba was cut off as you jumped on him, tumbling to the floor as his back his the ground.

“Oi, you pervert! Trying to take advantage of my cute self just because I’m dead, I didn’t know you were so-” he faltered when he felt a warm liquid soaking into his sweater. You gripped the clothing tighter.

“Mitsuba-kun… how can it be you? You’re… dead.”

“…You’re making my clothes wet, (Name).” The normally cocky boy couldn’t bring himself to raise his voice. Your warm body on his cold one made him feel almost human again, your warmth seeping into his.

“Mitsuba-kun, we have to catch up on everything!”

Mitsuba’s heart panged. You still wanted to talk to him even though he was dead. You barely even questioned the fact that you can talk to him even though he’s literally a ghost.

“Y-yea. Maybe try putting on your shoes first idiot.”

After that, you and Mitsuba got quite close after that. Mitsuba was surprised when you still wanted to be his friend even though you’d only knew him for a few hours, and was quite frankly rude to you (he’s rude to everyone though.) Despite his real personality, you didn’t shun him, rather you sought him out. He didn’t voice these thoughts, however, deep down it felt good to have a friend. It felt good to have someone who finally accepted how he really was. Mitsuba still continued with his usual berating, and you took it with a grin and a few quips of your own. His heart began to pound against his chest, and sooner or later he couldn’t bring himself to say anything too hurtful. Why though? He never had a problem saying exactly what he thought before. But deep down he knew why.

He loved you. And he didn’t want to say anything too bitchy because he was afraid. Afraid that you’d leave him for being too mean or something else. Damn these feelings… and damn you for making him feel these things he didn’t want. He would probably try to avoid you just so he could keep his mouth under control.

It’s up to you to do something now if you truly love him. (And if you don’t love this boy, what are you even doing???)

earl grey tea; how did they court their s/o?

Mitsuba is way too tsundere to ask you out directly. Bringing up the topic of love and romance just ends in him bullying you for not having a partner yet, and if you’d tried to get someone else’s attention he would probably laugh at you. Of course, secretly he’s glad no one has taken you yet because he wants you all for himself. He’s never going to say those words out loud though. If you love Mitsuba, then you are going to have to take matters into your own hands because this boy cannot do fluffy romance to save his life.

If Mitsuba really loves you, then he’s bound to take photos of you! Whether it’s you gazing out the classroom window or your frustrated face as you chew on your pencil to try and figure out some math questions. Or perhaps your cute sleeping face as you rest on his shoulder. He would always take these pictures when you’re not looking. After all, he once told you that he takes pictures of things that are important to him… and well, you’re never going to let him live it down if you caught him taking a photo of you. He could already hear your teasing voice already.

But you really were important to him. Probably the most important person he’s ever met. You are the person he loves after all.

You are the only person Mitsuba would ever let touch his camera (besides Kou but shhh.) That’s just how much he trusts you. Of course, whenever you ask him to let you hold it, he’ll always act annoyed and begrudgingly place it in your hands but he’s actually quite happy you are interested in photography. Photography is an escape for him, and the only way he can express his feelings for you without sounding like a lovesick fool.

He usually leaves his camera in the photography room so the photos (of you) he took can develop. He never tells you where his camera is though because he doesn’t want you to see that he took photos of you. Let’s just say you were wandering the school one day and stumbled upon the Photography Club. Perhaps some of Mitsuba’s belongings were still here! You entered the room, taking a good look around the room when something caught your eye.

Mitsuba’s camera.

You know it so well because Mitsuba is always holding it. Tippy toeing over to it, you peered at it and raised an eyebrow at the pictures scattered around it. Carefully holding them up, you tried to make out what it was. Many were still black as they didn’t develop yet, however, there were a few that had color in them. Squinting, you furrowed your eyebrows at what you saw.

It was you. You were in the photo.

Well, damn. Mitsuba thought you were good enough to take not one, but a ton of photos of. You weren’t sure whether to be happy or scared. But you were sure of one thing.

You were finally going to confess to Mitsuba Sousuke.

It was after school, with just a few students and teachers left in the building. You met Mitsuba on the rooftop like usual, the red and orange colors swirling around in the sky, as the sun began to dip. He was standing there as always, tinkering with his camera. He glanced at you.

“(Name-)”

“MITSUBA-KUN!!!!”

You ran up to him and firmly grabbed his shoulders, looking straight into his pink eyes, as Mitsuba let out a scream.

“You molester! Pervert! Release me immediately!”

“Mitsuba-kun! I like you a lot, okay?! You might be rude and cocky sometimes- well no, most of the time, but I like that part of you! You’re a camera geek, but I think that’s a cute part of you! And even though you can be really mean for no reason, I still love you! I have for a long, long time!”

Your chest heaved as you panted from your outburst. You hang your head, scared to see what Mitsuba’s expression was as you squeezed his shoulders a bit harder.

Mitsuba was a blushing mess. His face was redder than his hair and his words were stuck in his throat. For once, he couldn’t say anything as he just stared at you.

“It’s fine if you don’t feel the same. I just wanted to tell you, Mitsuba-kun,” you said, your shoulders slumping as you didn’t hear a response, tearing your hands away from the boy, beginning to shuffle away.

Mitsuba’s mouth tried to form words as he grabbed the sleeve of your arm.

“Idiot…” Damn it, of course that was the only word he could say!

“Mitsuba-kun, you don’t need to make fun of me for this too-”

“That’s not what I mean!” he huffed. “I’m trying to say that I like you as well… dummy.”

You raised your eyebrows as a delighted grin appeared on your face. Without warning, you launched yourself into Mitsuba’s chest, wrapping your arms around him.

“You do? Oh yes, you do! I love you too, Mitsu-kun!”

“G-get off of me! And don’t call me that!”

A genuine smile formed on his face, reluctantly snaking his arms around your waist as well. He didn’t say it aloud, but he wished this would last forever.

–

Extra:

“I’m not surprised you fell madly in love with me, I am so cute after all!”

“Hey Mitsuba-kun? Can you tell me what these are?” *shows him the photos of you*

…

“You stalker! No regards for personal space and privacy, huh?! How dare you steal from me?!” *blushes*

It was nice to enjoy these simple times.

TLDR: mitsuba takes some nice ass pics of u, then u infiltrate his camera and find them and he's like ok fine i love u idiot

#toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #tbhk #jshk #tbhk x reader #jshk x reader #mitsuba sousuke #mitsuba x reader #mitsuba sousuke x reader #sousuke mitsuba x reader #toilet bound hanako kun x reader #jibaku shounen hanako kun x reader

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ask-de-writer · 4 years ago

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT : Part 63 of 83 : World of Sea

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT

Part 63 of 83

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

140406 words

written 2007

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“I have to guess that he had lost track of the poisoned kit. He ran several inventories of all the tools for sale, apparently trying to find it.

“Master Selked’s mark had been sloppily placed on the tools and the kit was an obvious second. I think that’s why Kurti took it. She used it for mending fabrics in this cabin and kept it on that shelf. I have to guess that she never used the awl because the fabrics she was working with were light weight.”

Barad leaned over and held out his bed hanging. “This velvet was worn. She fixed it so that you can’t even see where the wear was. I love Tanlin but I still miss Kurti.” He let the hanging fall with a sigh and went back to his narrative.

“Mister Morgu finally figured out that the kit was here and sent Silor to get it. They went ahead with the plot on their own. We caught them just minutes after you were poisoned and the sailor from the Grython had taken his prize away.”

Kurin was outraged but not in the way that Barad had expected. “You mean that you let Kurti use that deadly sewing kit? Did she really die of lung parasites? Ord can make you cough blood, too! I’ve seen it!”

Barad was taken aback. “She simply took a kit from stores. I didn’t know it was the poisoned kit! Yes, she died of lung parasites! Her infection was well advanced when I gave her the cabin-girl job! She hated going onto the invalid list and being forced to do no work. I gave her something that she could do!

“If I could have, I would have traded away this ship to stop her infection!” he paused for breath, then quietly went on. “I told you that miss her still. Were there any loophole in the Marriage Laws, I’d have married her, dying or no!

“Tanlin’s awakening just when she did saved my heart and possibly my mind. At first, the physical resemblance to Kurti drew me to her. It was quickly obvious that Tanlin is a very different person. As I helped her to recover (Doctor Corin would probably say ‘got in his way’), I came to love her.”

Kurin softened, “I have seen the medical records and talked to Lady Tanlin. I was off course. I apologize.”

“Accepted.”

“You know, Barad, I have to get you off, if it can be done. I hope for the sake of the Naral fleet that I succeed.”

Barad leaned forward, suddenly intense. “Why? We have agreed to submit to fleet justice. They can do whatever the laws allow.”

Kurin gave him a slightly grim look as she answered, “You have. Tanlin has. Your crew will fight to the death to save the both of you, and you have the only war equipped ship in the fleet. Some, Darkistry among them, regretted that it was necessary to ram the Fauline to get you back. None of them is sorry that they did it. They got you back and that is the only thing that matters to them.

“I think that even if you ordered your crew to accept a death verdict that encompassed either you or Lady Tanlin, you’d have a mutiny. They’d fight the Great Dragons themselves to save the two of you.

“If Sula and Huld are still here, they will probably have to sink this ship to stop the destruction that will certainly follow a death warrant or a Scattering order. That would hurt Sula more than you know. It would not stop her. I don’t want to see any of that happen.”

Kurin rose and went to the door. Before going out, she said, “The good news is that I will be able to represent you, as well as the rest. Now I need to see Purser Morgu and Silor. Then I can begin drafting cases.”

Tanlin was waiting outside the door. “T’ank ye,” she said simply. Further down the hallway, she motioned a guard aside from a door. “Morgu’s in ‘ere. Silor’s been kept in t’e next cabin. Oi t’ink t’at ye do need guards for t’ese twa. Oi’ll be ane an’ Kimson ‘ere will be t’other.” She drew the bolts and lifted the bars that blocked the door from sliding.

Kurin was suddenly struck by a thought. She stopped Tanlin from sliding the door open. “Does Mister Morgu know that I am alive?”

“Oi’ve nae seen fit t’ tell him so,” was Tanlin’s reply.

Kurin gave her an impish look. “Don’t be surprised at how I deal with this interview then. Wait a bit.” She ran off toward the galley. It was about twenty minutes before she returned. She was carrying what looked like two paddle duck eggs, a small packet and a tiny candle in her thinly gloved hands. One egg was dyed a red color, the other a brownish hue.

Kurin hid them in her sash and conferred with Tanlin and Kimson for a moment. They entered the cabin, Tanlin and Kimson first. Tanlin guarded the doorway. Kimson searched the room, then took his place on the other side of the door.

Morgu asked, “What’s the occasion, Tanlin?”

She held her silence. A pillar of fine dust appeared inside the doorway. It disappeared with a flash of flame and Kurin was standing quietly in its place. She just stood and looked at Morgu. It took him a second to realize just who he was seeing.

“You’re dead!” he recoiled from Kurin but the cabin wall stopped his further retreat.

“I was. You heard the whales? I came back. I always get what I want.” She turned to Tanlin and said, “Not that I gave you much choice, still you have my thanks for coming to the Dragon Sea. It made coming back much easier.”

Tanlin picked up her cue flawlessly. In apparent fear she said, “T’ey warned m’ t’at ye were a Dragon-wicken. Oi didnae believe t’em.” She swallowed hard. “Oi saw ye die in Sula’s arms. T’e Fauline told us t’at ye were given t’ Dark Iren t’e next morning.

“We tried t’ get away across t’e pole. We’ve been trapped ‘ere in t’e Dragon Sea for weeks. T’e whales came up an’ ye were aboard. ‘Ow can we get free?”

Morgu listened to the exchange in rising horror. He had heard those whales through the hull. Kurin simply said, “I came to hear something that I already know. To have a question answered — — by him.” She turned and pointed to the cowering Morgu. “Whose idea was it to poison me and send me to my foster father?”

“Y, y, your foster father?” quavered Morgu.

“Dark Iren, Blind Mecat’s mate. Mecat is my foster mother. You know that. That makes him my foster father.” She smiled softly, “Now I have parents that I cannot lose. I have nothing to fear in Dark Iren’s halls.”

She paused and looked slit-eyed at Morgu. A grim smile playing about her lips, Kurin added, “Unlike some that I know of.”

Almost irrelevantly Kurin said, “Sometimes it pays to learn from Dragons,” She reached out casually and chucked the frightened Morgu under his chin. He flinched, feeling a hot burning sensation where she had touched his neck, and as her hand came into view he could see a red egg cradled in it.

Kurin displayed the egg to him. In a much harder voice Kurin said, “This holds your life. You felt me take it. If I crush it, you will be gone in great pain. If you crush it, your life is yours once more. Now think carefully, you have only one chance to tell me the truth that I already know. I just want to hear it from you. Truth, and your life is your own. Lie and die — — — in pain.

“Whose was the idea? Why me?”

Morgu stared in almost hypnotic fascination at the egg in Kurin’s hand. Frantically, he answered, “It was my idea but Captain Barad went along with it!”

Coldly, she wrapped her fingers about the egg. “Did he? All the way? Did he help to kill me?”

Sweating, Morgu answered, “He backed out at the last minute! Silor and I killed you!”

“Why?” Kurin asked in a tone so cadaverous that Tanlin was startled.

“Both the Captain and I hate the Longin! You were vulnerable and your death would hurt the whole ship.” He quailed, “You can ask the Captain!”

Kurin made a casual gesture as if she were pulling something off a shelf that was not visible to the eye and a brownish egg was in her other hand. She smiled a truly terrible smile. “I have already spoken with him.”

Tanlin, sensing a cue, broke in almost frantically, “Barad told ye true! Ye promised t’ give ‘is life back! Please dinnae kill ‘im! Oi love ‘im!” She ended groveling at Kurin’s feet.

“Get up, Tanlin,” said Kurin calmly. “I just want him to know what it is like to lose his life, if only for a short while. Here, take it back to him.” She gave the egg to Tanlin who held it as if it were precious.

To Morgu, Kurin said, “You have spoken truly. Here is your life back. Just shatter it in your hand. It will burn as much returning as it did coming out.”

As they left the room, they could hear the sound of an eggshell crushing.

Safely in the hallway, with the door shut, Tanlin leaned back against the far wall and had a fit of giggles. “‘Ow did ye ever come up wit’ t’at?” she asked when she got her breath back.

Kurin took back ‘Barad’s Life’ and said, “I sell toys and tell stories and entertain children. Sometimes with slight of hand.” The egg vanished, only to reappear in her other hand. Then it vanished again and was pulled, with every appearance of effort from her ear.

Kimson was still looking at Kurin in something like fear. He asked, “how did you appear in the room like that? I didn’t see you come in at all.”

“Red weed flour dust,” Kurin answered. “I tossed some into the air and set it off with that little candle. While you were distracted by the flash, I stepped in.”

“Wye’d ‘e act like ‘t ‘urt wen ye pulled ‘is ‘life’ out o’ ‘is neck?” Tanlin asked.

“Because it did,” Kurin explained. “While I was blowing out and dying these eggs, I rubbed hot sauce base on the outside of the index fingers of my gloves. Before I closed the holes in the ends of the eggs I put some of the hot sauce base inside each one.”

“So. . .’is ‘life’ ‘urt ‘is ‘and t’e same way ‘goin’ in’ as ‘t did ‘goin’ out’?” Tanlin finished. “A lovely touch.”

“You are a fast study yourself,” Kurin complimented. “Your trapped here for weeks line and that bit of terror for Barad’s life made the whole thing live. You would have been a good actress.”

Seeing Tanlin’s expression of hurt mixed with confusion and anger, Kurin said, “I’m not sure how I’ve offended you but I did not mean to. Don’t you have entertainments and plays in the Arrakan fleet?”

Confusion clearing up, Tanlin replied, “Certain we do. T’at’s respectable mummin’. Mumming’s fun an’ ‘elps t’e small fry t’ learn t’eir ‘istory an’ Dragon legends. Actors are crew ‘oo lie an’ cheat.”

“Then what I wanted to say was that you’d have made a great mummer. OK?”

“Now t’at Oi ‘ave yer drift, aye,” Tanlin agreed smile returning. “Are we goin’ t’ play t’e same trick on Silor?”

TO BE CONTINUED

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illusionlockarchive · 5 years ago

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pazam: a mess, truly a mess

so i usually dont do these kind of posts, i guess you could say its a call out of some sort? but i never liked that word, i prefer rather to just compile sources on WHY people would believe that a certain person is not truly as nice and understanding as they seem. consider this more of a psa post, detailing on whats going on with pazam on the sfm community, why so many people are against them.

So, a while back, tumblr user jymble made a post on the main tag stating that pazam was transphobic. they linked back to this post, which contains screenshots of pazam in a group chat stating that they do not feel comfortable with the idea of trans people. now, this did happen 9 months ago, true. however, for the record, pazam is already an adult, 24 years old, so they should have some tact. and as further and more recent events will show, they actually havent changed that much at all, at least not as they claim.

the screenshots should be in the post, but here is a transcript

[Screenshot one]

Pazam:

What????? Why?????

I literally HAVE NOT been doing ANYTHING malicious to them

And if it did I apologized

Yes I do have discomfort about them but I keep it to myself

Why are you doing this????

[End screenshot one]

‘Them’ here refers to trans people in general. Notice the defensive and victimizing stance they almost immediately take upon being confronted about their feelings on trans people.

[Screenshot two]

elliott:

of COURSE you dont

sammaku:

Like specifically

Elliott hush

Pazam:

This whole concept of transness and changing your gender physically

I hate to say it again but it weirds me out and it makes me question my own gender which flings me into anxiety, depression, and obsession

sammaku:

Its fine to not understand but are you willing to learn about it

Pazam:

I don’t want to talk about this anymore

sammaku:

That depression anxiety and obsession just comes with gender issues

(the rest of the text is cut off)

[End Screenshot two]

notice once summaku asks them if they would at least be willing to learn about it, pazam immediately deflects it by saying they dont want to talk about it anymore.

[Screenshot three]

Pazam:

Seriously??? That’s all it takes????

Wow I’m a moron

I’m sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused to you

@.aziraphale @.elliott @.sammaku

I just don’t get this stuff period

And I’ve gotten into trouble with this stuff before

I’ll probably never understand it for the rest of my life but I’ll try to be more tactful around y’all

Especially since you’re all young

And I’m like an adult

[End screenshot three]

While at first this would seem like they had finally learned their lesson and apologized, the things they add on after the @s become quickly worrying. Not only do they admit to ‘have gotten into trouble with this stuff before’, meaning they have probably shown their transphobia in other places and been called out, but they also stand firmly on the fact that they will never understand it or ‘get’ it.

And of course, as jymble points out, the implication that the people they were talking to were only acting like that because they were young.

A while after this post was made, Pazam had posted an apology, and went onto contact jymble asking for the post with the evidence of their transphobic to be taken down. The reason? They were afraid people would see it and think they were still transphobic and not give them a chance.

In this more recent post, you can see the conversation play out between Pazam and jymbles. Long story short, Pazam feels that it’s unfair that that post is still up after they apologized, and jymble of course said they would rather not take it down, people deserve to know what they did and take their own conclusions, even if that involves avoiding them. How does Pazam respond? By flat out deleting the apology post. I’d love to show the apology post to give you both sides of the story but I cannot anymore, because Pazam in a very bizarre move just deleted it because they got mad a trans blogger wouldn’t take down their post with proof.

Here’s the transcript of the screenshots:

[Begin Conversation]

rebloggidy (Pazam’s personal):

I’m by no means transphobia-free after learning what I’ve done but at least I know my actions and am making an effort to be a better person towards trans people.

rebloggidy:

Hi again. So I hate to be that person but would it be ok if you took down that post about the transphobia claims? I know it took me 9 months to apologize but if people only see your side of the story and not realize the post I saw they’ll take it out of context and still think I’m transphobic. Do you understand?

jymble:

... i already told you im not taking down the post.

[jymble sends a screenshot of her own message in a previous conversation, the screenshot reads as follows:

however, i dont think im taking the post down, nor am i entirely comfortable with you interacting with me either. people deserve to know how you acted with this stuff, until youre really and truly *better* with it instead of just trying, and i was a direct target of it]

jymble:

you oughright told me "im by no means transphobia-free", word for word sorry, but i told you before. im not taking the post down.

rebloggidy:

I remember that. But what I'm trying to say to you is that if people who read it out of context will immediately think I'm still transphobic without the other side of it (my comment)

And I don't want people to think that in the future

jymble:

if people make assumptions without looking at the entire situation, thats on them

i am not deleting the post and thats final. people have a right to know what youve done, and they have a right to be uncomfortable

rebloggidy:

I'm ready to take down my post because frankly, I'm sick and tired of having to justifiy something that I did 9 months ago, and that people grow and learn even not 100% during that time and I'm ready to move on.

I'm still into smile for me and feel free to make a blacklist of my name so anybody who rbs my work on your dash can have it hidden or something.

Take care.

[End conversation]

a lot to unpack here, but perhaps most notable is when jymble simply stands her ground and tells pazam she wont take down the post, pazam straight up decides, without being told to or anything, that they should take down their apology. later on, they made a post stating why they deleted the post, and saying they had ‘been forced to’.

I also would love to link it here, but as of now of writing this, like, not even an hour or so after I had seen that post, it got deleted. The only memory I have of it is a conversation I had with my boyfriend about Pazam, in which I copypasted a fragment from that post that read:

“ So for those wondering where the apology post went, I was forced to delete it. I wanted to archive it in some way so I could pull it up for reference, but there was no way I could. Also I didn’t really want to see it every time on my blog because quite honestly it’s upsetting to look at.”

There are some lies and twisting of truths here. Pazam wasn’t forced to delete it, they decided they should do it as a way to somehow get back at jymble. And the excuse that it was upsetting for them to look at is just inexcusable, what matters most, letting people know of what youve done and that youre sorry, or just never addressing the situation?

But, well, I’m just hoping you’ll take my word for it. As you see, Pazam has officially deleted ANY traces of acknowledging this situation on their blog.

This worries me. If Pazam is truly as concerned that they will be seen as transphobic as they claim, why are they deleting anything that could give them a chance of showing their own side of the story?

Now, that is the end, for now, of Pazam’s history with transphobia. However! It is not the end for some other very shady things.

Namely, Pazam has consistently whitewashed characters from Smile For Me, specially Kamal, and when called out on it, simply deletes the asks.

Want to know how I know this?

I sent them an ask myself. I had come across this picture of Boris and Kamal:

And I knew that this wasn’t right. I can understand using light colors and doing watercolor, but if they can make Boris’ hair brown and vivid enough, why not Kamal? He looks like another character completely, or like he’s deathly sick!

So I sent them an anonymous ask, perhaps a bit exhasperated, true, and my wording could be better. It went something like: “i am begging you to draw kamal with darker skin”.

I waited, checked. But nothing came of it. They never answered it.

Pazam flat out ignored when they were told they had drawn a canonically brown man with skin way too light. Not even a lone text post saying ‘hey anon, i dont agree with you’ or ‘hey anon im sorry it wont happen again’. Nothing. No word, no opinion.

And with this situation going on with them evading responsibility, I can’t say I’m fully surprised.

And, yet another thing. People had expressed concern over the fact they had drawn their Flower Kid, who is 17, in very intimate and close positions with Dr. Habit. It included nuzzling faces, cuddling in bed together, wearing his coat...

And they did hear the claims this time. As of now, their Flower Kid is 24, according to them.

Except... They do not look 24. At. All.

this is a 12 year old. at best. short body, stubby legs, big head. those are all attributes of a very young character, usually children. like, legitimately, thats how childrens anatomy is in real life. the younger the person, the bigger their head is in proportion to their body.

We have already had an adult trying to justify drawing their flower kid who barely looked like an adult if at all in intimate situations with Habit. Let’s not let it slide by again.

And yes, I’m aware Pazam claims that those pictures were not supposed to be interpreted as romantic, ‘only platonic fluff’ and that they intend to keep it that way, but I have talked to my boyfriend who is a survivor and he said it very well could be a case of someone just trying to cover their tracks.

BUT, all that being said, maybe this one particular instance could be just us being wary. Still, it does not diminish all that they have done, specially ignoring the whitewashing claims.

What you are going to do with this information, I do not know. Maybe you don’t care and will keep reblogging their content. Maybe you’re disgusted by them. But I’m just here to give you the facts. Personally though, I’m not willing to give them much of a chance after the way they’ve behaved. They are 24 years old, three years older than me, and I think I could do a better job of handling a situation like this, frankly.

#don't be scared. i am here with you.#smile for me #smile for me game

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rosesanthology · 5 years ago

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Escape Plan | Matsukawa Issei x F!Reader [mafia!AU]

This took me SO MUCH TIME to write aaaaaah it's not surprising that it's so long :0 i just have many many feelings for Matsukawa Issei ALSO im begging y'all to listen to the playlist before/as you read please !!

Im kinda pissed that i cant add a "read more" option since im on mobile tho :\

(Also ngl at first i planned to get one of the 2 shot but i didn't have the heart to go thru with it)

Warnings : Fluff, it starts with humor but at some point it gets angsty ???? Idk y'all tell me

- Au that could be considered as a ennemies-to-lovers type of situation

[Tags] : @raevaioli and @haikoo like i cannot stress this enough @haikoo this your main manz

- if you could only use one sentence to describe your job to a Karen it would be : stealing from the rich in order to trick other rich people

- you had been what the people would call a spy for most of your life now, the Tokyo based Nekoma Organisation being something close to a family

- you worked with both of your very good friends, Kuroo Testurou and Kozume Kenma

- Kuroo, the leader of your little squad, had been the first one to open up to you when you joined

- he was a gifted chemistry genius and you were sure he could make any poison or soporific out of the most random stuff

- he also had insane combat and physical abilities which made him fit to act in a lab as well as on mission grounds

- Kenma was a little more reserved at first, he was the same age as you but still was really reluctant to accept you as one of his own at first

- when he saw how much Kuroo trusted you and how interested you were in his work he slowly but surely found himself caring for you

- to put it simply Kenma, better known as "apple pi" was a hacker. His job ranged from creating computer viruses to full on enabling the security of whole museums

- despite his cute appearance and shy demeanor he was probably the scariest of you three

- finally, you Y/L L/N was the infiltration and weapons expert of the group, you could weild literally anything from guns, to swords to,,,,,metal rods (but you don't wanna talk about this one) and you were of great help when deciding which infiltration angle was the best in missions

- Kuroo, under the orders of Boss Nekomata, quickly taught you the dangers and ways of the job during your first months working with them, the organisation specializing in outsmarting rich bastards and stealing their precious ressources in order to make "better use of them"

- if they were hoarding a particularly efficient brand of medicine, your goal was to steal it all, and sell it to people in need for free or a low price

- if they were in possession of some important object like let's say,,,,,the construction plans for the emperor's new vacation house, you stole it, made copies to sell at a high price to the highest bidder and your good affiliate, the Fukurodani Corporation would keep an eye on the original as part of their personnal collection, you were fine with that

- yeah they were others organisations like that in Tokyo, your friends from the Fukurodani Corp of course but also the Shiratorizawa elite crime group with who you had worked a couple times before

- ah and there was the Yakuzas too....honestly they were the only group in Tokyo with whom you were still on dangerous terms with

- they didn't like Nekoma in their affairs and you didn't like them in yours, but you tolerated each other

- your boss had established a truce with the representant of the big Yakuza group of your area, Kondo "the viper" Takara, a truly scary woman who had blasted her way to the one of the top positions of the hierarchy

- she even had a cool nickname ヾ(｀ε´)ノ

- but you knew better than to mess with them

- all in all y'all kept doing your jobs well, not bothering anybody

- except for one remaining rivalry with some Miyagi group

- the Aoba Johsai Institution.

- well, rivalry would be a strong word because you kinda got along with that Iwaizumi guy, he was a great hand to hand combat fighter and you respected that

- the others however ? Trash. 👁3👁

- they seem to act like Tokyo will be their territory in the next 5 seconds flat like ??

- THEY DON'T EVEN GO THERE ????

- "they be acting like they can just swoop in and eat OUR rich" you had told Kuroo and Kenma one day over ramen

- spoiler alert : it was a bad idea cause Kuroo snorted and almost made the noodles go up his nose

- no but seriously they always seemed to take advantage of YOUR missions to attract attention

- how did they even know which missions you were on anyway ??? (Kenma and Kunimi are actually good friends cause they play video games together but he'd never tell you that)

- it's like that one time you infiltrated a business company's heir's residence and then you came across a dude named Hanamaki and you had the HARDEST time whisper shouting to him how blowing up the whole place was a bad idea to retrieve one (1) diamond

- at the end you felt so tired that you gave it to him anyway ಥ_ಥ ("just take it ffs" "really ??" "Don't make me regret this")

- they also had the single worst person ever on one of their teams.

- Matsukawa Issei

- just thinking about it made you want to take your metal bat and break something in your shared room with your two other friends

- seriously that guy was like the epitome of clownery

- he's also supposed to be his team's gun expert except that's not the best task for someone who refuses to take anything with him but his freaking FISTS

- the first time you had met y'all ended up being on the same case to assassinate some guy who had kidnapped some cute freckled kid from a place in Miyagi called Karasuno

- EXCEPT HE WAS IN TOKYO SO IT WAS YOUR DUTY !!! NOT HIS !!!!

- you had Kenma on the earbud telling you about the guy's position in the club you were currently one street away from. You were posted on the rooftop of a building with a sniper rifle ready to get done with it and go save the kid but GUESS WHO COMES IN FISTS SWINGING WHEN YOU LITERALLY HAD THE TARGET IN SIGHT

- and he had the nerve to look straight toward your rifle's aim and flip you off while smirking

- sir you're about to catch these hands🚶🏽

- he had knocked him out alright and he got the young boy out but you were NOT ready to let that slide so you quickly got down and crossed path with him at the back exit of the club

- "what exactly do you think you were doing in there ?" Listen. You may have sounded confident enough saying that but you had NO idea that this dude was like a whole ass giraffe

- and he knew he was tall so he had the audacity to say

- "sorry can't hear you so well from down there midget, i was just doing my job (▰˘◡˘▰)" if it weren't for the karasuno boy being right there you would have stabbed his kneecaps on sight

- anyway after that y'all just seemed to run into each other wayyyy too often

- insults were shared just as often tho

- "well butter my buns and call me betty broker if it isn't my sweet little midget shooting people !"

- "stfu before i choke you"

- "kinky but can you reach my neck ?"

- "you've sunk low enough"

-so yeah f u n t i m e s

- aside from that, business was going great but Kuroo had had news of a very important mission for you but he insisted on letting Boss Nekomata tell you about it himself for some reason

- he'd never done that :(

- you were kinda hurt that your best friend was hiding stuff from you tbh :(

- and Kenma did not seem to know more than you for now

- so you spent a whole week just mopping around

- sometimes you would go and poke fun and the newbie Lev Haiba but it wasn't the same

- Kuroo and Kenma kept working on missions while you were left waiting for that one assignment that Nekomata seemed to keep you for

- until today when Kuroo finally told you that the boss was requesting you in his office

- ngl you were EXCITED

- maybe you would have to zipline down the Tokyo tower (σ≧▽≦)σ maybe he was going to let you take a chainsaw with you this time (σ≧▽≦)σ

- maybe he- "oh" you deadpanned, stepping foot into the office and seeing none other than your arch nemesis, Matsukawa Issei in all his pisces clown glory

- "why tf are you there shitty eyebrows"

- "i had a good day too Y/N ! thanks for asking :D" today was the day. You were 100% ready to kill him and the knife that was attached to your thigh strap seemed like such a good option rn-

- "stop it you two. Y/N take a sit" Nekomata gestured, as you didn't hesitate to listen to your superior even fully aware of Mattsun's eyes annoyingly following your every movement

-"Okay so. Y/N i know you may be wondering why Matsukawa's here but to put it simply we've been informed that a rich family have gotten their hands on one of Aoba Johsai's rarest item : a gold engraved katana that belonged to their first boss"

- "so what do you need us for ?" You didn't mean to use "us" but you knew better than to piss off your boss, he was like a parental figure come on

- "i need you guys to infiltrate an auction held by said family and steal it back in the span of one week. It's up to you to work together or not but keep in mind that our arrangement states that we're autorised to make copies of the katana for future sells."

- you guys nodded, after all you were professionnals before everything and you were about to leave when Nekomata put something on the table

- "here are the keys to your appartment near the auction site it'll be your hideout !"

-.....now this had to be a cruel joke-

- "id rather sleep under a bridge then live with her for a whole week"

- "wow this is the first time we agree on something Mattsun" the oh so familiar nickname dripped in venom as you said it, unsure of what was supposed to happen

- "oh yes you could but i suppose that you don't have the supplies and tools that you will definitely need during that mission :)"

- you locked eyes with the brunette for a minute before reluctantly stomping to the table and grabbing hold of the keys and adress written on a paper, storming out of the door, letting out a loose "come on shitty eyebrows we have data to collect" to your new....partner ? Ugh it was about to be a long week

- it turns out the appartment was a lot smaller than you hoped for, with two single person beds, a computer post and different storing purposed furniture

- it was a common thing however, because the last thing an undercover spy would want is to draw attention with a flashy hideout

- the first step was to gather information on who would be at the auction which shouldnt be too hard

- "hey ill take the lead and contact my friend so that he can determine who is going to be here" you said as you sat on the chair in front of the computer

- "mm yeah you do that ill check what kind of weapons have been provided to us" Mattsun had no difficulty finding them as the drawers well full of them....this was very promising

- Kenma had just sent you the list of people that had been invited to the event, and you recognised many names as being members of the powerful Yakuza group lead by Konda Takara, of course.....the infamous viper herself

- you called out to Mattsun to show him and briefly explained what they were up too and how they usually fonctionned

- the auction was to take place the last 3 days after an opening party, leaving the rest of the week for preparations

- they usually took their time in comitting their crimes so you thought that stopping them mid plan by taking advantage of it was the best way to get the sword

- Mattsun didn't have anything to say for the moment, seemingly thoughtful about the whole situation

- "just so you know" you started, already regretting the decision of talking in your head, "i don't plan on being friends with you anytime soon but i feel like for this we should at least try not to rip each other's hair out"

- "i never planned on that second option"

- "huh ?"

- "i hope you know that we've never had a single conversation without insults of some kind before so for the sake of both of us it would be better to actually get to know each other since we're supposed to work together"

- you hated to admit it

- but he was right

- however you didn't comment on it, opting for throwing him a dry "let's sleep" before plopping yourself on your own bed on the other side of the room

- this is about to be one hell of a week

-3 days had passed in the crammed appartement both you and Mattsun struggling to inform yourself on each specific individual that was going to be present at the auction

- right now, you were both sitting on the floor, wearing simple oversized shirts and pyjama pants and shorts, cheese pizza box laying on top of the document covered surface

- "Mattsun, pass me the paper about Okuda Takeda please" :000

- Matsukawa froze, because he knew that in 2 days of living together y'all had establised that you wouldn't be at each other's throats

- but hearing you using his nickname unironically and saying please ???? That was still something he had to get used to

- "what are you staring at ? Give me the paper shitty eyebrows >:[" ah there she was

- "thats my girl" he thought, handing you the document and resuming his own reading

- here's the catch : Mattsun was head over heels in love with you since like day 1 that Hanamaki told him about this pretty girl who let him take the diamond from his mission. He tried to repress his feelings as he had noticed that you seemed way closer with your friend Kuroo who he had seen on missions with you

- maybe you liked him

- he would understand, he seemed way more confident than him and he was also probably way smarter since he was a genius and all

- also the way you were always soft to him and not Matsukawa kinda got to him

- he wanted you to hug HIM after a mission too and NOT insult him

- but he judged it for the better as he still got to be close to you in his own way with the playful fights you always seemed to pick with him

- it was easier than confronting his feelings or rejection

- this mission proved to make things so much harder for him tho

- like yeah he saw you being a badass plenty of other times but now ?

- he got to see you being all clingy and grumpy in the morning (he never knew being called a dumbass while you were falling back asleep on his shoulder was his thing but hey) , got to see your nose scrunch up when you were focusing on mapping out the position of the vent system of the venue

- he could go on for hours about how much he loved you and your plan was not making it easy.....profiting off the yakuzas' plan took way too much waiting and he understood that you wanted it to go as well as possible but he just couldn't keep living like this until then

- it felt like torture

- and he did not want to see you in that gorgeous dress that you were supposed to wear at the auction during the infiltration

- he knew that a couple more days could drive him crazy and make him do dumb shit like kissing you

- he had thought about that a lot of times but never brought himself to do it because je knew it was pointless

- he had to take action now

- the night of the opening ceremony, the day before the Yakuzas would start their scheme

- both of you were laying in your beds, awake, that was a habit you had developped over the past nights, you were just, aware of each other's presence and then sometime you would ask him something about his life, his friends, himself

- it made his heart beat too fast everytime and he could feel himself falling even more by the second when he heard you giggling talking about the time you pulled a prank on your friend Yaku with Kuroo

- he knew that you were already very sleepy from the way you were slurring your words

- "Y/N do you hate me ?" He said, abruptly and he heard a strangled laugh coming from you followed up by the question

- "what's that for dummy ?"

- "please answer" he asked in a whisper, sounding almost desperate

- you took a second to think about it

-you had grown quite close to your tall partner in such a short period of time, even letting your guard down and stopping from being so defensive

- "i don't hate you....i could never" you said the last part more to yourself tho but Matsukawa didn't miss it, he wished he did as he heard the soft sighs coming from your now sleeping form

- his heart ached as he got up, putting on his black coat over his mathing turtleneck shirt, taking his gun and spare map of the auction venue

- you were totally going to hate him now....

- and then he left for the opening party

- the rain was pouring outside

- for some reason you couldn't sleep well that night

- that only happened whenever Kuroo was out on a mission at night or Kenma was working in his office

- you hated sleeping alone, you couldn't do it

- being alone was the one thing you dreaded the most in your life, death was nothing if nobody knew where you were, if nobody aknowledged your existence you weren't alive

- but Mattsun was there and you trusted him.

- yeah you were kind of an ass to him during like 90% of your interactions with him but you just didn't know how to talk to him ??? He was so strong and good at what he did so you couldn't help but feel admiration but also intimidation

- yet you've felt probably more comfortable with him than anyone in your life (yes even Kuroo and Kenma weirdly enough)

- it was a nice feeling

- maybe it was because you saw him differently than them...

- but anyway

- you felt like yourself around him

- and yet

- why couldn't you sleep ?

- "Mattsun ?" You called out to him, voice cracked from not having used it for a while

- no answer

- maybe he didn't hear you over the rain....?

- you had a bad feeling about this

- "Mattsun ?" You called out a little louder, sitting up

- yep definitely

- you turned on the light and to your surprise, Matsukawa was nowhere in sight

- your heart sunk at the realization

- you were alone

- what about the plan ? Ah its true that he never said anything about it

- did he not trust you enough with it ? Did he think you were too assertive ?

- you wanted to cry but it seemed as if your brain wasn't working, your body rushing on its own to check the date and time on your phone : past 10pm on thursday night.....

- the opening party !

- "shit shit shit he must have gone there to take them by surprise wtf is he thinking doing this alone?" You thought aloud, maybe it would trick your body into not being scared

- at this point you were terrified, rushing to get the red dress on as well as putting your 2 guns under each of your thigh straps

- is he alone ? Surrounded by highly trained and dangerous Yakuzas ? What if....you were too late ?

- you didn't have time to think too much about it as you knew that this kind of thoughts led nowhere.

- you had to infiltrate that party the fastest you've ever done in your life and see for yourself, luckily, the venue was only a few crossroads away from your appartment

- truth was Mattsun's plan was not so bad

- after all you had insisted on making him find info on every staff member there too so it's thanks to you if he just so happened to know what type of guy that one waitress liked in order to flirt with her and convince her that he had forgotten his watch in one of the closed off aeras of the venue

- the place was absolutly gigantic, after all it was a mansion bought will illegal money

- he hated this, he just wanted to get it over with, retrieve the sword, gtfo and go back to Miyagi forever so that he wouldn't feel the pain of the illusion of being by your side when you were clearly far ahead of him

- you'd always been anyway

- he had finally reached the generator room and opened the vents with much difficulty as the room was a mess of cardboard boxes and storage shelves

- he was just going to cut the power, which would take about 15 minutes to get back, allowing him to go thru the vents to the main hall that was right thru the wall to his side, retrieve the sword and just make a run for it

- hopefully the rain would cover most of the sound he made so that was even better

- see that would have been great if he hadn't felt the icy cold metal of a gun at the nape of his neck as he was fiddling with the generator

- he had been caught.

- it was the end.

- shit he fucked the whole mission over and now even you didn't have a chance to-

- "what exactly do you think you're doing Mattsun ?" You said coldly even tho the hurt in your tone didnt go unnoticed by the taller man

- "haha Y/N whatchu doing here on this fine night ? You look stunning btw"

- "Cut the crap shitty eyebrows i asked you a question"

- you finally lowered your gun allowing your harsh glare to show how upset you truly were

- damn, Matsukawa really felt shitty :\

- he'd never seen you like that- well not soaked from the rain but....so vulnerable to him

- all your feelings talks happened in the dark of night in your hideout, he'd never seen your face look so pained before

- "I did what was best for both us..."

- "bullshit." He wasn't sure that he believed himself either to be honest

- "what the fuck are you even doing anyway ? I thought you and i were in this mission together ?? Did nothing matter to you ? I finally think that i found someone who i could trust other than my fucking family and that's what you do ? Ditch me for your own profit ?? You did what was best for your damn self Matsukawa"

- you were upset. He got it really, his insecurities had gotten the best of him like they often did....except he didn't have the strength to confront them, to confront you about it. So he got it and he didn't retaliate.

- "so what ?? You're not even going to say anything ?? Not even TRY to fucking apologize ? Do you really don't care ?" You searched for his eyes, but little did you know that he just....couldn't talk nor maintain eye contact with you right now

- "Mattsun...i thought you and i had...something ? I don't know maybe i hallucinated or some shit but i thought we were at least friends you know ? D-did you ever tolerate me at all ?"

- your voice cracked, it got lower and it cracked, and at that moment he was sure his heart broke right at this instant too

- he wanted to tell you that that was the farthest thing from the truth

- he wanted to tell you that he loved you

- but you were too far. Once again, you were miles ahead of him, more than ever

- and the sound of voices coming from the corridor did NOT HELP

- you could not afford being found here so with the professionalism left in you, you pushed your feelings away and pulled Mattsun behind a shelf, crouching and waiting

- you were so close he could feel you shivering from the cold and he felt so so bad

- but now was not really the moment

- "didn't you hear shouting ?" Shit. Maybe you should have waited until getting out of here for your heart to heart because this guard was definitely not trippin

- there were 2, luckily they didn't have the idea to split up to search the room, all you had to do was move low and close to the walls in order reach the door and well....the katana literally could not matter less to any of y'all rn

- at this moment you really regretted going out in such a hurry completly forgetting to contact Kenma, he could have hacked into the camera system and told you were they were so easily.....

- anyway, despite that you guys were stealthy enough to get out if the room

- now the problem was getting out of here.....

- you held Mattsun's wrist loosely as you ran thru the corridor of the building, thunder raging and labored breathing filling the silence

- "Y/N we could get out from the rooftop !" Right....if you could only get there then maybe you could just parcour your way out of this by getting on other rooftops....damn you were glad Matsukawa always thought of every escape plan possible

- you didn't really mean what you said earlier

- yes, you were disappointed but, you were also scared for his dumbass

- and rn may not be the best moment to realize it as you were most likely in a life of death situation but....you loved him

- fuck you loved him so much that you were running in a goddamn dress right now

- "i truly hoped it wasn't you" said a voice from the end of the lobby

- of course it just had to be the Yakuza boss you dreaded so much

- Kondo was just standing there, arms crossed but you knew better than to take her lightly

- "did you come to retrieve it ?" Its funny how her voice seemed to dominate even the full on storm outside, the occasional lightning bolt shining light from the huge windows into the corridor

- "No....let us pass please we just want to leave" Mattsun felt how tensed you were and immediatly rested his hand on his gun handle under his coat

- "yeah sure sweetheart but only if you tell your guard dog to calm down unless he wants me to cut his fingers clean off" she threatened nonchalantly as her hand met the handle of her own katana strapped to her belt

- Matsukawa was deadass glaring at her so hard you didn't recognise him

- he honestly looked like he could take her on but...you didn't feel like testing this theory tonight

- "hey hey, it's alright" you soothed him, putting your hand on his arm and squeezing slightly

- it seemed to work because he quickly let go of his gun even tho he was still glaring

- "let us go" he said firmly

- she pushed herself out of the way and motionned with her arm as if to say "go on~" in the most theatrical way

- you passed her without issues and soon found yourself on the roofs as planned in Mattsun's escape route and made it safely to the streets, rain still pouring

- you were finally letting out a breathe you didn't know you were holding all this time

- you were alive and most importantly, so was he

- you turned around and were ready to say something when he cut you off by grabbing your arms and pulling you into a kiss

- it was short but it managed to get his point across very well as well as warm you up when he wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his forehead against yours

- "i love you Y/N....i swear i didn't mean to hurt you and put you in danger like that....if i knew i would have done things differently i-"

- "i love you too Mattsun and it's never been a problem to me, i've done way more dangerous things in my life than rescue my boyfriend from getting killed dummy"

- in the end, you weren't alone

- somehow he had become, your escape plan from it

#haikyuu x reader #matsukawa x reader #mattsun #mayhaps i cried #haikyuu au #haikyuu!!#hq x reader #hq!! headcanons #hq!! fic #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu matsukawa #aoba johsai #aoba jōsai #alternate universe #spy!au #mafia!au

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teacupfulofstarshine · 6 years ago

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but for just one day let’s only think about love

(a gift for my darling wife @notveryglittery!!! you mentioned wanting more fluff, and i have delivered! i hope you enjoy it, princess!)

summary: it's the eve of their big day, and roman and patton want everything to be perfect. luckily, they've got their best friends in the world helping make sure everything goes smoothly - and who could ask for better friends? (OR: an absurdly fluffy royality wedding fic written for my lovely wife dani!)

pairings: romantic royality, background romantic analogical

word count: ~5759

(cw: the briefest anxiety in the beginning, tooth-rotting fluff)

read it on ao3!

“Why did I let you talk me into wearing a white tuxedo?!”

Roman drapes himself over Logan’s couch, knocking his best friend’s newspaper out of his hands as he flops into his lap. Logan stares at him, unimpressed.

“I did not talk you into anything. On the contrary, I attempted to tell you that wearing a white tuxedo was a terrible idea.”

“Why didn’t I listen to you?!” “I have been asking myself that question since you met me. However, the reason you gave me for your current misstep was, and I quote.” Logan presses the back of his hand to his forehead and drapes himself against the back of the couch. “I have to wear a white tuxedo!” he gasps, imitating Roman’s voice and mannerisms to a truly creepy degree. “Only a white tuxedo will offset my perfect golden tan and make me appear to glow when the sunlight strikes me just so! And since Patton always calls me his sunbeam, it seems only fitting that I should be truly radiant for our wedding day! Though not as radiant as Patton of course - ah, my lovely fiancé! How have I gone more than six whole seconds without mentioning -”

“Alright, alright, I get it!” Roman grouses, shoving at Logan’s chest to make him stop. Logan sits up, adjusts his tie, and leans over Roman to get his newspaper off the ground. Rather than reading it, however, he folds it neatly.

“What is this really about, Roman?” “I’m regretting my fashion choices, Logan! Obviously, I -”

“Roman, be honest with me. It is not the suit which troubles you, is it?”

Roman sits up, clasping his hands together and leaning forward. He looks at Logan, dark chocolate eyes hidden behind his bangs. “It’s that obvious, huh?”

“Not to the average eye, perhaps. But we have known each other since we were approximately fourteen months old, Roman. There is very little that you can hide from me.”

“Geez, Lo, don’t I have any secrets?” Roman jokes. Logan rests a hand on his knee.

“Of course you do, Roman. But your insecurities, your . . . your fears should not be something that you attempt to hide, from yourself or from me. Please do not misunderstand me - I am not attempting to pry into your life.”

Roman quirks a half-smile. “I know, Lo. I know you’re just worried.”

“Tell me, then. What is troubling you? You . . . you are not getting the proverbial ‘cold feet’ about your impending nuptials, are you?”

“No! No, no, I absolutely don’t regret accepting Pat’s proposal! I - I love him, Logan. I love him so much, he . . .” Roman twists his engagement ring around his finger. “Patton is the best and brightest thing in my life. He genuinely loves everyone and everything so much, and he’s so kind and - and -”

“I understand,” Logan says. “I did not think that was the case, but it was necessary to eliminate it from the realm of -”

“What if it’s fucked up?”

Logan blinks. “I . . . I do not understand. Could you please expand on that statement?”

“I love Patton so much, Logan. You don’t even understand, I - I could live without food, without water, without oxygen, without anything as long as I had Patton with me. He’s so important to me and - and I just - what if something goes wrong tomorrow? What if there’s a hurricane? What if Emile loses his voice? What if someone drops my suit in a vat of grape juice, what if Virgil’s shop catches on fire and Patton’s dress is destroyed, what if Virgil ends up in the hospital, what if Patton doesn’t want to marry me, what if he stands me up at the altar, what if -”

“Roman!” Logan says. He shifts his hand from Roman’s knee to holding Roman’s hands, which have begun to grip painfully at his hair. “You are engaging in cognitive distortions which are sending you into a spiralling panic attack. Look at me, Ro - it will be alright. I am going to count for you.”

Logan’s voice is quiet and measured, breaths even and steady as he counts. He looks at Roman, who does his best to maintain eye contact. “That’s it, Roman. Take deep breaths. We are optimizing your oxygen circulation in an attempt to engage your parasympathetic nervous system. The process of counting out your breaths will -”

“Thanks, nerd,” Roman rasps softly. Logan smiles, squeezing his hands.

“Of course, prep.”

“I’m not - it’s not that I don’t want to marry him, Logan. It’s the exact opposite - I want to marry him so much that I’m terrified by the prospect of the wedding being anything less than perfect.”

“Realistically, nothing can truly be perfect,” Logan says. “Much of what exists in this world is inherently flawed -”

“Thanks, Lo, that makes me feel worlds better.”

“I was not finished. Much of what exists in this world is inherently flawed, and therefore striving for perfection is unrealistic. However, this does not mean that we cannot strive for excellence. I may not be able to guarantee a perfect wedding, but I can guarantee that I will do everything in my power to make sure that it goes as smoothly as possible. You are my best friend, Roman, and I will be here to support you in every capacity that I can.”

Roman laughs, once, before lurching forward and throwing his arms around Logan’s neck. Logan, knowing Roman better than perhaps Roman himself, has already braced himself for impact, catching Roman and holding him. One hand slides up to scratch the curls at the nape of Roman’s neck while the other rubs Roman’s back in broad, firm strokes. These are the motions that have been proven to be the most soothing when Roman gets like this.

“Thank you, Lo,” Roman whispers, and his voice is so choked that if he were speaking to anyone other than Logan, he would be completely unintelligible. “This - I - you - you’re my best friend, you know that, right?”

“Yes, Roman,” Logan teases. “I had assumed that was why you asked me to be your best man.”

Roman makes an indignant squawking noise. “You are my best friend, too, you know.” He feels Roman nuzzle just a little into his neck.

“Love you, Lo.”

“I love you, too, Roman. If it will make you feel better . . . I have made an Excel spreadsheet to deal with potential outcomes.”

Roman pulls away from him, snorting in laughter. “Of course you did.”

“If you do not want it -”

Roman wipes his eyes, giggling. “Don’t be stupid, I know how many hours you must have poured into that. Let’s see it, then.”

Logan can’t help grinning as he picks up his laptop. “It’s color-coded.”

“Of course it is. I’d expect nothing less from you.”

*~*~*~*~*

“Patton, I swear to whatever deity exists out there in the great unending cosmos of the universe, if you stand up from that chair one more time, I am going to yeet my fucking pincushion under your ass.”

Patton, who’d been halfway out of his chair, promptly drops back down into it, giggling nervously. “Sorry, Virge, I just -”

“You’re nervous about this dress because it needs to go well. I know.” Virgil pokes their head out from behind the folding screen where they’re working on Patton’s wedding dress. “You do trust me to know what I’m doing, right?”

“Of course I do, Virgil! There’s a reason we’re partners in Fabricadabra!”

“I still regret letting you name it that.” Virgil ducks back behind the screen, muttering to themself. Patton can only see the vaguest shadowy outline of them moving around the mannequin on which his secret wedding dress rests.

“You’re just as good a seamster as I am, Virge, I trust you to work on all of our orders! It’s just that - that you’ve never hidden something you’ve made from me before.” Patton looks at the floor, wringing his fingers together. “I know you want it to be a surprise and all that, but I get married tomorrow!”

“I know, Pats. I’m not, like, working on the seams or anything! I’m just doing finishing touches! I don’t want you to see it before it’s completely done because I want you to have the experience, tm.”

“Did - did you just say the letters ‘TM’ out loud?” Patton giggles.

“Absolutely I did, it was for the fucking -”

“Language!”

“ - freaking emphasis. This dress is the most gorgeous thing I have ever created in my life. This dress has been labored over - SLAVED over - for months. This dress contains my blood! My sweat! My tears! My -”

“Virgil!”

“Sorry, Pat, but you get my point! This dress is the most important thing I’ve ever created. It’s my best friend’s wedding dress. I want it to be perfect when you see it for the first time. I want you to see it in all its glory - I want you to see it perfect.”

“Virge, honey, you know I’m gonna love it no matter what! It doesn’t have to be a Dior gown, it’s going to be special to me because you made it! My best friend, my partner in business and in crime, my best - human!”

Virgil pokes their head back out, arching a perfectly done eyebrow. “Did you just call me your best human?”

“Well, yeah! I didn’t wanna call you my best man, cause you’re not a man, I -”

“Bold of you to assume I’m human, Patton.”

Patton laughs. “Does ‘best enby’ work, then?”

“You are too much sometimes,” Virgil chuckles, shaking their head as they duck back behind the folding screen. “You can call me whatever your gay little heart desires as long as it’s not ‘maid of honor’, Pat. I’m really not that picky.”

Virgil falls silent for a few more minutes. Their shadow moves more rapidly around the mannequin, and they alternate between muttering to themself and humming to themself. Patton recognizes about half of the songs they’re humming, and tries to sing along where he can.

“Patton, I love you, but you are so far off key you might actually be in another one.” Patton rubs the back of his head in embarrassment, fiddling with the fraying lace hemming his skirt. “Shouldn’t be much longer, just finishing up a little bit on the sleeves and the neckline.”

“How much overtime did you pull to finish this, Virgil? Have you been sleeping properly? Eating enough? Drinking enough water?”

“I have consumed the life liquid, yes.”

“Virgil!”

Virgil’s head pokes out again. Patton squints, leaning forward to see how much makeup is covering the dark circles that normally reside beneath their eyes. “Pat, I’m not gonna lie to you. I’ve pulled a couple all-nighters. But I’ve done my best to avoid them, and I have timers set on my phone to make sure I eat and drink water on a regular basis. I’m practicing self-care.”

“I’m proud of you, kiddo,” Patton says softly.

“I know, Pat. I just hope you’re proud of my work, too.”

“Virgil, whatever this dress looks like, I promise it’s going to be wonderful. You know why?”

“Why?”

“Because you made it for me! And I know how hard you work and how detail-oriented you are and how super good at your job you are! I know you worry a lot about how good your stuff is, but I know it’s amazing!”

“Pat, stop, you’re gonna make me blush too hard for my foundation to cover.” “Why would you wanna cover up your blush, Virge?”

“I have an image to maintain! I am a cold and emotionless void!”

“You’re the cutest little gender-non-conforming void spawn I’ve ever seen!”

Virgil sticks their face out, cheeks and ears a bright rosy pink. “Patton, you are ruining my image right now.” Patton smiles unapologetically. “Come see your damn wedding dress already.”

“Language, kiddo, I - you’re serious?! It’s done, I can come see it now?!”

“Well, it’s as good as I’m gonna get it, so you might as well come look. Plus, I need you to try it on before the wedding to make sure you’re completely happy with it.” Patton almost trips over his own feet in his rush to get out of the chair as Virgil pushes the folding screen aside. All the air in Patton’s lungs leaves it in a single rush of breath.

“Well? You gotta tell me if you like it or not, Patty, I - Patton?” Patton’s eyes are brimming with tears, hands pressed over his mouth as he stares at the dress. The bodice is gold, with flowy, see-through sleeves of thin, delicate lace. There’s intricate needlepoint along the neckline and the waistline, with delicate floral embroidery on the bodice itself. The skirt is full and flowing, a gradation of blues. It’s so light it’s almost white at the waist, flowing into dark midnight blue at the hem, and the train is embroidered with stars and flowers. The layers of the skirt are varying colors of blue and white, and Patton is starstruck.

“You . . . th-this . . . Virgil, I . . . I . . .”

“Do you not like it? It’s too late to make, like, major changes, but I could theoretically change the - whoa!”

Patton throws himself at Virgil, sobbing openly and pressing soft kisses to their hair and cheek. “Oh, Virgil, it’s perfect!”

“You - r-really? You - you don’t think there’s anything wr-wrong with it?”

“The only thing wrong with it is that you think there’s something wrong with it! Virgil, it’s perfect, it’s everything I could ever want in a wedding dress! I couldn’t have done a better job if I’d designed it myself!”

“Yeah, there was no way in hell I was letting you design and make your own wedding dress, Pat. That would just be cruel.”

Patton hugs Virgil’s skinny little frame close to him, shaking with happy tears and soaking the sleeve of their hoodie. “Virgil, I could not have asked for a better wedding dress. Or a better wedding dress designer. I love it so much, I love you so much, I -”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, I love you, too,” Virgil grumbles. They still kiss the top of his head before pushing Patton away. “Come on, Pats, you gotta try on this thing so I can make last minute alterations. With any luck, you’re only gonna get married once, so let’s go!”

*~*~*~*~*

“Where did you learn to tie a tie, the sandbox?”

Roman looks helplessly at Logan, red silk tie tangled around his hands and fingers. “That - Lo, what does that even mean?” Logan laughs, leaning against the doorframe. He’s already dressed in a tailored black suit, dark blue tie knotted snugly beneath his throat, hair neatly slicked back.

“It means that you are attempting to knot your tie with the skill and grace of a five year old in a sandbox. Was that not clear?”

“No, it wasn’t, Lo,” Roman grouses, standing up. Logan takes in his appearance - half-tucked-in shirt, unbuttoned vest, tie loosely slung around his shoulders. “But I appreciate it.”

“Roman, come here. Let me help you, alright? You’re going to look great.”

Roman tucks his shirt in and buttons his vest, letting Logan straighten and smooth his suit before taking the tie in his hands and beginning to tie it. “It still amuses me that you cannot tie one of these properly, Roman.”

“Hey! For all you know, I am the god of tie knots. I just pretend I don’t know what I’m doing so that you’ll keep tying them for me because I know how happy it makes you.” Logan smirks as he knots the tie, carefully adjusting Roman’s collar to make sure it lays flat over his tie.

“I would be inclined to believe you, but I know for a fact that you spent fifteen minutes prior to my arrival here standing in front of the mirror flailing that tie around pretending to be Amethyst.”

“Rude!” Roman screeches.

“Why? I am correct, am I not?”

“You’re right, but you shouldn’t say it!”

“On the contrary,” Logan says, “I am correct, and therefore I absolutely should say it.” He pulls his hands away from Roman’s neck, smoothing the lapels of his tuxedo jacket down neatly. “You may inspect my handiwork now, although I daresay you will find no fault with my knot. And even if you do, I can rest secure in the knowledge that it is infinitely better than anything you could manage.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re the most intelligent being that has ever lived, we get it,” Roman says breathlessly, staring at himself in the mirror. “I . . . th-this is really happening, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Roman. It really is. You are going to marry Patton today, and it is all going to be perfect.”

Roman’s hair is curled, falling neatly around his face in soft waves and ringlets that perfectly frame his eyes. Despite his penchant for dramatics, his makeup today is remarkably subtle. His eyelashes are darker and slightly curled, with minimal glitter on his eyes and cheeks. The boldest thing about his face is his bright red lipstick, perfectly matching his red silk tie.

“You look amazing,” Logan says. “I am proud to stand at your side as your best man.”

“Thanks, Lo,” Roman says, tipping his head back to knock gently against Logan’s shoulder. “But you can’t do that - not yet, anyway.”

“What? Why?”

“Because you’re not wearing any makeup.”

“Roman. There is a lifetime ban on you putting any sort of products on my face. You know this. Need I bring up -”

“Lo, please? I promise I won’t do anything too dramatic, and it’s not that I think you look ugly without it I just think it would complete the look! Please, please let me do this? For my big day?”

He bats his definitely-mascara’d eyelashes, and Logan sighs. “I reserve the right to veto the look if I think it is too ‘out there’, Roman.”

“Oh, thank you thank you thank you! You won’t regret it, I promise!”

Twenty minutes later, Logan is blinking at his reflection in the mirror to clear the phosphenes from Roman furiously blotting foundation against his face. True to his word, Roman has not done anything too dramatic - Logan recognizes minimal contouring on his cheeks, shimmery silver eyeshadow, the barest trace of eyeliner. He looks . . . he looks good.

“Do you like it?” Roman worries. “I can take it off if it’s too much, I -”

“Roman, I - it is - satisfactory,” Logan cuts him off, trying not to sound choked up.

“Damn it, Lo! You’re gonna make me cry with all your compliments, and if my mascara runs I’ll kill you I swear to God.”

“With your penchant for crying at emotional situations, I’m impressed that you think you’re getting through this wedding without wearing waterproof mascara.”

*~*~*~*~*

“Patton, if you don’t stop moving I’m gonna take your eye out with the mascara wand!”

“It’s rude to threaten someone on their wedding day,” Patton giggles. “It’s not a threat!” Virgil snaps. “You’re so damn ticklish and fidgety that I’m gonna end up accidentally stabbing your eye out! And then Roman’s gonna kill me to defend your honor and Logan’s gonna help because he’s been Roman’s friend longer than he’s been my boyfriend and -”

“Virgil! Calm down!” Patton says. He gently takes their hands, careful not to let the mascara smudge on his gloves. “I’m sorry, I’ll sit stiller. More still? I’ll fidget less, I promise.”

“Do you not trust me to make you look good?” Virgil asks, in a small voice.

“Oh, sweetheart, of course I do! Just look at you!” Patton gestures to the beauty-guru level makeup on Virgil’s face, from their silvery-purple-black eyeshadow to their dark purple lipstick to the way their cheekbones shine just a little more than the rest of their face. “You’re the best makeup person I know! But don’t tell Ro I said that, okay?”

“Don’t worry, Pat, I know better than to injure Princey’s precious ego. The last time I did that he pouted around for a whole week until I apologized. Not that I meant it - I was right the first time.”

“Hey, be nice,” Patton warns. Virgil shrugs, quirking a smile.

“Sorry, Pat. I know how much Princey means to you. If it makes you feel better, I don’t hate him like I did when we first met. Him not being a dick about my pronouns helped.”

“I told you he wouldn’t have a problem.”

“I know you did, Pat. Now hold still. Emile’s gonna be here to pick us up at any minute, and you need to be ready.”

Patton lets go of Virgil’s hands and obeys, letting them work their magic on his face. He doesn’t see the point in wearing excessive makeup every day the way Virgil does; he likes having his freckles on full display, and he doesn’t mind showing the occasional acne scar or blemish. But Roman had mentioned wearing makeup on their wedding day, and he hadn’t said that Patton had to but he thinks he would feel weird if Roman had makeup on and he didn’t.

Plus, Virgil really likes doing makeup, and they’ve apparently been planning what they’d do for his wedding for years now. Patton would hate to let all that work go to waste.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be done soon,” Virgil says, gently dabbing at Patton’s face. “If Emile gets here before I’m done, he can just wait.”

“I don’t want to make him wait too long!” Patton argues. “He’s doing us a huge favor by agreeing to officiate the wedding!”

“Please, Pat, you didn’t even have to pay Emi. He just loves weddings. He’s a loser like that.”

“Don’t you like them too, Virge?”

“I will admit that over my dead body, and I am denying any candor in your statements,” Virgil says, smooth and practiced. “Now blink onto my finger, I’m almost done.”

Emile shows up right as Virgil is preparing to put Patton’s lip gloss on. “Virgie! How’s my favorite twin?”

“I am your only twin, Emile, and I hate that nickname,” they grouse.

“Oh, look at you! You look so pretty!” Emile coos. Patton is inclined to agree; Virgil is wearing a silver button-down with a black vest, and a tie the same rich purple as their flowing knee-length skirt. Tall black boots lace up to just beneath their knees, and they have flowers matching the ones in Patton’s bouquet woven into their French-braided hair.

“Thanks, Emi. You look . . . adequate.”

“Oh, Virgil! That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me!” Emile squeals, twirling around to show off the flaring of their pleated pink dress. “You’re doing such a good job with Patton’s face! Did you paint his nails, too?”

“Well, someone had to do it,” Virgil grouses, but based on their tone Patton knows that they’re pleased with their twin’s praises, smiling shyly as they focus on carefully applying his lipgloss. “Pat, smack your lips together, and then you’re just about ready to look in the mirror.”

Patton does as he’s told, looking down at his feet. His toenails are painted a bright, cheerful yellow, and he wiggles his toes where they poke out of his sandals. Virgil’s intricate wedding dress fits him perfectly, and beneath his gloves his fingernails are painted sky blue with swirling red-and-gold designs. Finally, he looks up into the mirror propped on the nearby table and sees Virgil’s makeup.

“Oh, Virgil,” he whispers, putting his glasses on and seeing his face in sharp, striking clarity. “I don’t care what you said about the dress, I’m paying you extra for this.”

“Pat, you don’t have to -”

“It’s happening, Virgil, whether you like it or not,” Patton sniffles, and then he’s hugging Virgil tightly.

“Hey - careful, Pat, your makeup hasn’t set yet! And you’re gonna wrinkle our clothes, and -”

“Shut up and take my love, Virgil.”

“Y-yeah, okay . . .”

It takes Emile another seven minutes to shepherd them out the door and into the car, but Patton catches the secret proud smile gleaming on Virgil’s face as they help him get his train into the car.

*~*~*~*~*

The church where they’re getting married is small. The wooden beams bracing the ceiling arc like the beams in the hull of a ship; when they’d first inspected the venue, Logan had gone on some sort of tangent about the historical and symbolic significance of the beams. Roman hadn’t bothered listening, too busy whispering and giggling with Patton and looking at all of the mosaics and stained glass and gilded paintings.

Now, standing at the altar, Emile at his side and Logan at his back, he tilts his head up, up, up to look at the ceiling. Dimly, he remembers Logan’s voice saying, “It is meant to represent the hull of the ark, the ship that supposedly carried two of every animal to safety during the Great Flood of the Christian mythos. The thought in designing the church to mimic this boat is that it will carry the members of its congregation safely to heaven.”

Privately, Roman hopes that this marriage will carry his and Patton’s relationship through the rest of their lives. He knows the divorce rate in America, he knows how likely it is that the average marriage won’t work out. But he refuses to let himself go down that road. He loves Patton, and Patton loves him. They’ve discussed their future a million and one times - he knows how committed he is to making this work. This is going to be the start of the rest of their lives.

His cousin Thomas is up in the choir loft, gently cracking his fingers and running them lightly over the gleaming keys of the organ. Roman can see Virgil waiting in the first pew, gazes out across the sea of faces belonging to his and Patton’s friends and families. Thomas looks down at him from the choir loft and cocks his head to the side, asking if it’s time. Roman looks down the aisle and sees two silhouettes waiting behind the opaque glass doors, glances up to Thomas, and nods. Thomas begins to play, letting a few instrumental bars pass by before he starts singing, voice rich and strong.

The door opens, and Roman loses all the breath in his lungs in one swift, silent rush.

Patton walks down the aisle slowly, timing his footfalls perfectly with the beats of the song. There’s a shimmery veil over his face, held in place by a glimmering silver tiara with sparkling gemstone flowers. Roman hasn’t even seen his face yet, and already he knows Patton is gorgeous.

The dress is stunning; he can see Virgil beaming, and he makes a mental note to slip a hundred dollars into their pocket before the night is over. He knows exactly how hard they’ve been working on this secret project, and how long they’ve been working on it, too. He’s seen Virgil’s handiwork, of course, wears their neat, precise stitches in a lot of his clothing. But that’s mostly minor tweaks - hemming pants here, fixing a torn sleeve there. This is the first time he’s seen one of Virgil’s original creations.

If this dress doesn’t get them catapulted to center stage of New York fashion week, Roman is going to sue the entire fashion industry.

The top is all delicate lace and intricate embroidery, clever flower patterns and flowy sleeves. But it’s the lower half that’s drawing gasps and exclamations from the wedding guests. There’s a pure white ribbon wrapped around Patton’s waist, tied neatly in a bow behind him. The skirt starts off pure white, but as it descends it becomes pale blue, growing deeper and darker and fuller and richer as it heads toward the floor. The train is a midnight blue, so dark it’s almost black, with shimmering stars and flowers sewn in. It’s only because Roman knows Patton asked for one that he knows what he’s looking for, but he finds it quickly - the train is detachable. Patton hadn’t wanted to change into a separate outfit for the reception, but he couldn’t very well dance with a full train behind him.

Virgil really is the cleverest designer that Roman’s ever met.

Patton reaches the altar right as the song crescendos to its climax, and Virgil carefully slips up to stand behind him. His beloved’s face is obscured by the veil, but Roman can tell that Patton’s wearing makeup. Virgil probably did that, too.

Roman owes them so much money.

“Dearly beloved,” Emile starts, practically bouncing in place, “do you how do?” His characteristic greeting draws confused murmurs and whispers from the gathered crowd. Roman can hear Virgil’s palm smack against their face without even looking at them.

The ceremony flies by like lightning, but it feels like forever until Emile is stepping back and they’re putting the rings on each other’s hands, saying their vows. Roman pulls Patton’s glove off, smiling softly to himself when he sees the designs on his nails. He takes the ring Logan offers him and carefully slides it onto Patton’s ring finger.

“Patton,” he says. “I - I wrote this whole big speech, and I even had Logan proofread it for me to make sure it was grammatically correct, but . . . but standing here now, looking you in the eyes - well, as best as I can, anyway -” Patton laughs softly, and some of Roman’s nerves dissipate.

“I agonized over the right way to do these vows for so long, and now that we’re here, now that we’re doing this I - I don’t think it matters as much. I’ll let you read the sappy speech later, but - but right now, all that matters is that we’re here, that we’re together. I love you, Patton, and I don’t care who knows it, but I also really want everyone here to know it.”

More laughter, from everyone else this time. “You are the sun in my sky, the light of my life, the reason I want to keep being the best version of myself. I don’t know if I believe in the concept of people who are fated to be together, but if I did, I know for a fact that I would be fated to be with you. And even if I wasn’t, I would choose to be with you. I - I would always choose you.”

Patton squeezes his hand, and then he’s taking a ring from Virgil’s hands and carefully sliding it onto Roman’s finger. “Roman, my sunbeam, the day that I met you used to be the best day of my life. Whenever I was feeling sad or alone, I would think back to that day and I would remember that you were out there, somewhere, even if you weren’t with me at that exact second. And I would think about the light in your eyes when you look at me, and the way you smile right before you kiss me, and the way you take those few extra seconds to make sure our fingers are perfectly laced together. Those memories always made me feel warm and happy, like I was standing in the summer sunshine. But that’s not the best day of my life anymore.”

Roman blinks in confusion, but Patton keeps talking. “The best day of my life will always be this day, when I look you in the eyes. And I’ll choose you, and you’ll choose me, and we’ll keep choosing each other for the rest of our lives. Sorry I kinda stole the last bit of your vows, honey, but what can I say? You’ve always been the creative one between us.”

There are mixed smatterings of laughter echoing in Roman’s ears, but all he can focus on is the fire in his cheeks and ears and the water in his eyes. “Pat, my makeup is gonna run,” he whispers.

“Logan didn’t make you wear waterproof mascara?” Patton asks, but Roman can tell he’s smirking beneath the veil. “Virgil made me.”

“I told him to,” Logan whispers. Roman considers kicking him, but he gets distracted by Emile’s voice. The ceremony continues on, with Roman and Patton holding each other’s hands tightly. Roman tilts their hands slightly, marvelling at the way the multicolored sunlight streaming through the stained glass glints off their wedding bands.

“You may lift the veil now,” Emile says gently. Roman squeezes Patton’s hands once before letting go and tenderly taking the lacy edges of the veil. He rubs the soft material between his thumb and index finger before carefully lifting the veil and flipping it over Patton’s head to reveal his face.

If he still had breath in his lungs, Patton’s face would steal it from him. His cheeks are glowing and rosy, and his eyes are perfectly framed with dark lashes and subtle eyeliner that brings out his irises. He has golden-red eyeshadow artfully painted on his upper lids, and his lips are a beautiful soft shiny pink. His mouth is slightly open, and Roman just wants to lean in and press kisses against it over and over and over again.

“By the power vested in me by the state of Pennsylvania, I now declare you husband and husband! You may now kiss the groom!”

Roman gently cups Patton’s face, careful not to smudge or smear Virgil’s beautiful makeup job. He gently swipes his thumbs over Patton’s cheeks, right beneath eyes that shimmer with tears. “Hello, husband,” he murmurs, leaning down to brush their noses together. Patton pushes himself up on his tip-toes and presses their mouths together, cupping Roman’s face in return. On one cheek, he feels the softness of Patton’s glove, and on the other he feels the cool metal of Patton’s wedding ring.

His arms slide down to wrap around Patton’s waist and brace his back as he dips him, keeping their lips pressed together as wedding bells begin to ring and the congregation erupts into thunderous applause. He’s kissed Patton a hundred, a thousand, a million times, but this is the first time he’s kissed his husband, and the searing fire in his lips and butterflies in his stomach are fresh as the very first time he’d ever kissed Patton.

Somehow, he prefers this kiss to the time Logan had slapped him a high-five while they kissed.

(Later, at the wedding reception, Patton turns his back to the crowd and throws his bouquet of flowers. When he and Roman turn around, Virgil is holding the bouquet, and Logan is fidgeting awkwardly.

“Would now be an inopportune time to propose?” he asks.

“YES, because this is MY WEDDING DAY!” Roman screeches, even as Virgil shakes their head and furiously pulls Logan in for a kiss.)

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save-the-spiral · 5 years ago

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InkWizTober Day Twenty-Four: Dizzy + Round Table

Welcome to day Twenty Four! Wrote about Avalon! Warnings for traitors, blood, graphic depictions of violence, death, suicide mention, swearing, and dying thoughts of main character.

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The young wizard stumbles as they race down the dirt road, a hand pressed to their side. Things in Avalon were going bad.

Like bad bad.

The wizard trips over themself as they whip around the cobblestone hut by the roadside. Their scraped palms burn on the stones as they squeeze between the cut cliff of earth and the home. Small bursts of colors in the blackness of their desperately closed eyes were their only company as they tried to calm racing pulse and breath.

The young wizard listens as what sounds like the entirety of the Knights of the Silver Rose passes by, Queen Gwendolyn barking orders.

“Fucking cheater.” They find themself whispering once they’re sure their only company is the multitude of gross bugs they likely just shacked up with for the sake of a hiding place.

Sliding out of their hiding spot, the wizard takes off in the opposite direction, trying to stay on top of the large swath of tracks the knights left. The bright blue sky of Avalon was mocking them, and they wanted to stop to appreciate the juxtaposition, but they didn’t have time. Staying on the tracks, they went back to Abbey Road, quickly hiding outside the wall to shed their armor and cloak, leaving them in stained casual clothes that one would expect from a Ravenwood student.

Cursing, the wizard grimaces, moving their hand off of their side, and defacing their shirt with blood to make it unrecognizable, as well as coating their face and running their hand through their hair for good measure. It was a lot of blood, and they sway on the spot at the thought, but stumble and continue to move.

When they enter Abbey Road a few merchants shriek, though Prospector Zeke and his companion don’t spare a glance.

Barely having to fake their cries to disguise their voice the wizard speaks to the nearest merchant. “Please, the knights-”

The fox points them towards where they knew the knights’ headquarters are with no hesitation. “Most left- a hunt- but-”

The young wizard sprints, almost blacking out at the pain racing them up their side, ripping at the seams of their stab wound. They vault over the ruin of a wall, fuzziness crawling in their vision.

Doors still wide open to the headquarters, the wizard closes them, gasping in pain.

“Fuckin- Fucking traitor.” They bite out, grinding their teeth to prevent the groan of pain that tries to escape them.

They fumble around the table, before grabbing the parchment and quill Queen Gwendolyn had previously used to write out supply lists and battle plans. The young wizard begins to write, clumsy as their vision dims more and more.

They try not to fall asleep, and it reminds them of back on Earth, of babysitting young children who never wanted to nap, of arguing with their young siblings they practically raised themselves, who are going to miss them, miss their bedtime stories-

The Knights of the Silver Rose do not return to their headquarters until far after nightfall, the full moon lighting their way, though a few pyromancers light torches anyway. Their chainmail and plate armor betray their approach, loud alongside their conversations.

Their faces, the ones not hidden by helmets, are grim. A determination is set into every wrinkle, every haunted eye. A bad hunt always meant bad luck was on the horizon, and this one was no different.

When a scout races in the darkness towards them, panting hard, out of shape from their retirement, everyone else stands at attention. Still breathing hard, the scout simply waves a hand for the rest to follow.

They do, and are shocked by the find.

“They returned?” Sir Pike Del Lago asks incredulously.

“It appears so.” Queen Gwendolyn says dryly, her disdain clear enough to make some of the weaker willed knights shiver.

“They were bleeding, how did we not know-?” Sir Perry Gilliam sniffs the air, grayed jowls shifting.

“It matters not. Let us hope to find merely their corpse in the Abbey, and hope they did not sabotage our equipment.” The Queen replies, tone sharp as her blade.

A chorus of “Yes my Queen.” makes Queen Gwendolyn sigh and remember why things were much simpler in Dun Dara.

The merchants appear to have gone to bed, leaving only a few lit torches. The knights follow their queen, silent and tense.

The doors to the headquarters are closed, but unlocked, which leads Queen Gwendolyn to send back a glare to those in charge of staying back to guard the headquarters, the badgers in question whimpering slightly. The queen just huffs in disappointment, before pushing the doors open herself. She is glad that the room is not in disarray, but still finds herself dreading what lies before her.

The room is lit only by the full moon streaming in through the stained glass window, illuminating the slumped form of a small human in softly colored shapes. The queen steps forward, crossing the room swiftly to check the pulse of the poor creature.

Finding the human dead, Queen Gwendolyn sighs, but isn’t surprised. The amount of blood dripping off of their new round table is too much for the human to have been alive. At that point it was a blessing for them to have died.

In the middle of the Round Table, however, right at the base of the silver rose’s bloom, was a torn sheet of parchment, held in place by an athame with a bloodied handle. With the human’s hand clenched and reaching, it seemed to have been their last action.

Gingerly, the queen lifts the parchment up, letting the top of the page tear more once they recognize the handwriting.

My dearest Queen Gwendolyn,

You have a traitor in your midst. And no, it was not me.

She inhales, glancing back at the blood smeared human’s face and recognizing it.

Whether you believe this or not, do not betray emotion while reading it, for your own safety. He has been waiting for years, and was in on it with the late Sir Malory, having worked to orchestrate your husband’s death. I know it may be hard to realize, but he has been a traitor since he was given his title.

I don’t know the depth of his plans now, but they fully intended to kill your husband and usurp his thrown if the plan had not worked. He challenged me to a duel when I confronted him, and I couldn’t resist. I suppose my heroics are my end, as you warned me they would be.

He cheated. He betrayed even the sanctity of the battlefield, revealing how little honor he has. A coward- when I had the upper hand he even tried to bring me in on it, telling me he’d forgive me if I murdered you, my queen. He is the type to monologue, like most villains.

I’m sorry I was too brash. I insulted Pike Del Lago, and died for it, I suppose. I died for the cause. I died for nothing, because no one else will save Avalon if I do not, I died for nothing and I will be known as the second coming of Sir Malory. I’m dying right now and all I can think about is my little siblings, how I promised I’d come back, and now they’re going to be sitting up at night waiting for bedtime stories like I promised,

Im sorry my queen Im a coward a fool a dea d wizar d please forgive me and take my quest, save the spira l lik e I did, kill morganthe be the hero please plaese plese ple s pl

Queen Gwendolyn is breathing raggedly, blinking back tears. She is royalty, born and raised, and will not cry at the fact that a person’s last words are lost in the stain of their own blood. Back straight, she folds the paper neatly, slipping it into a breast pocket.

Turning around, she walks through the crowd of her knights. Once she has cleared them, she whips back around. “Well? Are you not coming? I will not hold a meeting over the corpse of a traitorous wretch.”

She leads them out into the grass, under the light of the moon. She remembers how the young wizard once pleaded with her to return to the war, how they did anything to please her.

“I cannot do this alone.” She repeats their words to her under her breath. Gwendolyn finds her paw reaching for her sword as the memory almost overtakes her, though the pleading face is replaced by one pressed into the very Round Table the wizard fought for, blood smeared and too rounded with baby fat to be that calm in death.

Gwendolyn wants to believe the wizard so badly. Wants to blame a man instead of a child. But she doesn’t know the full truth yet. She sees Pike Del Lago standing tall, laughing at the side of one of the younger recruits.

Pike had revealed the wizard as a traitor to the knights, had said they would be running away. He was the one who sent a mob after the wizard.

She doesn’t want either to be right, but only one can be. Either that, or both are traitors, and her heart cannot take that.

“My Queen, if I may, what was in that note?” Sir Guy Gascoigne asks, still hesitant to look her in the eye after all these years.

“It was a suicide note.” Gwendolyn responds, tone clipped. She settles on a ruin of a wall, idly noting the small bloodstain on it.

A few of the knights jeer at the fact, and Gwendolyn wonders just how jaded they have become after war. Or are they naturally cruel, as too many men seem to be? Do they, too, exist to cause pain, only to find it so much easier under the guise of lawfulness?

How many men here have the potential to stab her in the back and spit on her corpse as they spit on the corpse of the one wizard who saved them, gathered them?

“A shame, really. The wizard was skilled in battle.” Gwendolyn begins, “I doubt any of us could have truly beaten them in a fair fight.” She examines her claws, picking at some fur.

The knights silence at that makes her heart race. Will the plan work? Is there really the traitor right in front of her?

“Imagine- the one who defeated them in combat would have been a true hero, if the wizard were not such a coward. I would have likely given the one who bested them anything they asked- if I had not gotten the honor myself. Though, the wizard was a savior of worlds. I doubt we as an army could have taken them on, not without cheating. It is truly a shame they decided our world was not worth saving-”

“My Queen-” Sir Pike starts, his voice failing him.

“Sir Pike.” Queen Gwendolyn stood, approaching him, grabbing one claw in her delicate paws. “Truly, you have my thanks for outing the traitor in our midst, though I’m sorry to say that even you could not have fought them- they were-”

“I DID, my Queen!” Sir Pike begins to look almost excited, a cruel gleam to his eyes that she had never seen before shining in the moonlight. “I fought them- it was how I could warn the rest of their actions-!”

“Oh, Sir Pike!” Queen Gwendolyn feels dread and rage fill her system, pour down her spine. “What did they say when you battled?” She bats her eyes, riling the man up.

“They tried to stop me- told me I could never follow up Sir Malory-” Sir Pike trails off, stepping back.

Gwendolyn unsheathes her sword, then promptly resheathes it in between the plates of the knight’s armor and shell.

“That was for the young wizard.” She snarls, blood splattering her fur. Pulling out the sword, she finds the rage overtakes her, and she does not stabbing for a while yet.

It takes her knights pulling her off of the desecrated corpse of Pike Del Lago, her screaming about his cowardice, that she stops stabbing him.

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tessxomarie · 6 years ago

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Saving You - Part I

*Hi everyone! First, I need to shoutout @hellosupernaturaldoctor for giving me advice and the confidence to even attempt this. This is my very first time writing any fan-fiction and the first time I’ve decided to post any of my writing some place other than a word doc. I’ve had this idea for this story since mid-season of the Mayans, and after the finale I put all my thoughts into a story. It starts off slow, but I promise what I have in store next will be worth it! PS, Any feedback is appreciated! - This story takes place a few months after the season one finale. Ez is now a newly patched in member, Alvarez is still working for Galindo; things have been quiet as of late, well for the most part.*

It’s a Friday afternoon, I’m just getting off of work. It’s hot as fuck outside – guess that’s the price you pay when you live in the desert. I lazily gather my purse from the backroom, before I step foot outside, I redo my hair. What was once a cute pony tail this morning has turned into a mangled mess. As my luck would have it, my hair tie snaps as soon as I go to wrap it around a third time. “Fuck.” I mumble to myself. I always wear an extra hair tie on my wrist, but I cannot have a naked wrist. “Fine, a mangled mane I will have. It’s fine, it’s fine.” I whisper to myself. If I don’t leave here now, I will lose all sanity I have left. Man, what a shit show day today has been, this heat must be getting to the kids. Two broken wrists, a broken arm, a no helmet incident and a random summer cold. I didn’t get puked or shit on, and no kid attempted to kick or hit, so I call today’s shit show a success. Just as I’m about to leave, one of my co-workers stops me, “Leah, good work today. You kept that broken arm kid really calm. Keep it up.” Elena tells me with a smile. “Thanks, Elena. I’m just doing my job, but I always welcome feedback, so thanks again.” I say to her as I head out the back door. It’s 4:30pm, I’ve been on the clock since 6am, one would think I deserve to simply go home and use my complex’s pool – oh one can dream. But nope, I’m still on the clock but I guess you could call this gig more of an always “on-call” service.

I pull up in my old school blacked out Jeep Grand Cherokee about twenty minutes after I leave the clinic to the Romeo Brothers Scrapyard, also known as the headquarters for the Mayans MC.

Chucky greets me, per usual. “Greetings Nurse Aleeah.” He says to me with a big smile and a salute. I let out a giggle as I always do whenever someone says my full name…I rarely ever go by it, but around here, I hear it more than I have in years. But Chucky, oh Chucky– how does one describe a chronic masturbator who has a good heart and is part of the biker world without truly being a biker? I guess I just did, didn’t I? “Hey Chucky, how are you?” I ask as I park and exit my Jeep. “I am well, swell actually. I have no complaints today.” Chucky answers with a big smile. “Good, I’m glad to hear that.” I say as I give his arm a friendly squeeze. “The boys need your assistance, I don’t know details but clearly someone got messed up hence why you are here.” Chucky explains in typical Chucky fashion.I roll my eyes as I stand in front of the clubhouse. “It’s always something with these boys, huh?” I rhetorically ask. Chucky nods his head and heads back to the office. I walk up the steps and take a deep breath before I enter the clubhouse. This club is like a box of chocolates, you never know what the fuck you’re going to get so it’s best you just grin and bear it. Is it just a cut from a broken beer bottle? Did a fight break out and there is blood everywhere? A bullet wound? A stabbing wound? A rat bite? Like I said, you just never know. I open the doors and pray today is nothing major. “Have no fear, your favorite RN is here.” I announce as I enter the clubhouse and strike a pose in the doorway. “Umm, isn’t it RN BSN?” Riz corrects as he stands and greets me. “Have I told you that you’re my favorite?” I reply with a playful wink and smile, it does make me truly happy that these guys acknowledge and are proud of my accomplishments. “Hola Aleeah.” Riz says to me while we greet with a warm hug, per usual. “Hey, I spy my favorite nurse!” Gilly shouts from across the room. Creeper, Hank and Taza also wave from the card table. “Greetings gentlemen, you all seem to be in one piece.” I say as I mosey around the few tables between me and the guys. “Although that pleases me, who is the one who called up 1-800-Rescue Nurse?” I sarcastically spit, which receives some laughs from the guys. “They’re in church.” Hank points towards the door. “They? Plural?” I ask looking at Riz, and he nods to confirm. “Jesus Christ.” I say palming my face. “Lee Baby!” Coco shouts from exiting church and walking over to me with open arms. “Ah, Coco Loco.” I reply with a smile and we hug. “How are you doing, Coco?” I ask after we break our embrace. “A lot better than your next two victims.” He replies, him not making much eye contact and that just gives it away – I know automatically who my victims are. “You gotta be kidding me? They got into it again?!” All Coco does is nod and look down at the floor. “How bad?” I ask. “What do you mean? How bad do they look? Or how bad is it between them?” Coco asks me. I shake my head with disgrace. I angrily take my steps towards church and I aggressively open the door. “Damn, she is pissed.” I hear Creeper’s echo as I close the door, as soon I enter the room. Looking at the table, I see them. One is at one end, the other one on the opposite end. I drop my nurse’s bag on the table and cross my arms. “You two have some damn nerve - getting into it again. Jesus. You’re fucking brothers, you are blood – blood don’t do this shit.” I yell with anger and confusion. Silence fills the air as the guys look at each other and up at me. Bishop then looks over to me and quirks an eyebrow and half smile. “Excuse my poor manners, Bish. Your boys tend to make me lose all sanity I have left at the end of a work week.” I tell him as I walk over and give him a warm embrace. “Oh Leah, you’re fine. I know this shit has been out of control recently.” Bishop pauses and looks over to the guys. He takes a deep breath. “I’ll let you handle them now. I’ll be outside if you need a referee.” Bishop exits and I just stand there, crossed arms again. Both boys refuse to look me in the eye, but instead stare each other down. “Are you just going to stand there?” Angel seethes. I let out a sarcastic laugh. “Give me one good reason as to why I should fix the both of you up? Huh? Because as I see it, this is the fourth time this month…THIS MONTH! Angel, please, humor me and explain to me why the fuck I should tend to your wounds yet again? Maybe if I let you both be, you’ll learn these fights aren’t worth it.” I take a deep breath myself, and I run my hand through my tangled hair, which I then end up putting up in a pony tail right after, I’ll just have to remember to find another hair tie to wear on my wrist later. “Alright, I’m sorry I went off. You two, you two just frustrate me.” I say holding my hands up mimicking a surrender. I take another breath and look between the boys. My gaze is drawn to EZ, probably because he’s the easier one out of the two. “Okay, EZ, I see that nasty cut on your cheek, oh and your hand – good going big brother.” I say as I look over to Angel. He looks away the moment I look his way. “Shocker, EZ gets to be first yet again.” Angel chirps. “Seriously?” I snap. “I’m over here fucking bleeding, I could be dying but all you and anyone ever cares about is Ezekiel.” “Shut it Angel, just shut it, please.” I beg. I start to tend to EZ’s war wounds; some cuts, a nasty one on his cheek – I’m guessing Angel’s rings got the best of him this time around. EZ, he doesn’t say much this time I’m here. I know that he feels the same way as me – he’s tired of this back and forth shit with his brother. “EZ, no more. It’s one thing when you all call me to take a bullet out, or to give a rabies shot, but this shit – playground fights, I’m done.” I explain as I place the last bandage strip to his cheek. EZ doesn’t make eye contact, and his jaw is clenched. His knees shaking. “I know, Lee. I’m sorry you’re doing this again.” EZ tells me as he finally meets my eyes for the first time. EZ, he’s easy to read. He wears his emotions in his eyes, his eyes right now are filled with pain and sadness. This whole feud with Angel, it’s taken a toll on everyone in this club. It’s been almost eight months of this fuckery. “Remove the bandage Sunday night, it needs about 48 hours to heal. If you feel the need to remove it beforehand, clean it thoroughly. Have some of your favorite tequila tonight, and you will be good.” I tell EZ as I throw away the things I used to care for him. “Thanks, Lee.” He says as he kisses me on the cheek and walks somberly out of church. My heart aches for EZ, because the pain – physical and emotional is all over his face and body. Angel hasn’t taken his eyes off of the wall nor has he spoken. I slide my bag down the table as I slowly make my way towards him. Rubber gloves are on, and I grab his face. “Let’s see your damage.” I say, like a dog would when a human goes to check their mouth for something, Angel gives me a little tension as I touch his face. Again, no eye contact. A look of annoyance screams from his expression. I see a nasty cut on the side of his head, by his eye – a sensitive area which bleeds more than most. A black eye is also forming. “Jesus Christ, Angel.” I say examining the cut a little further. “This has to stop. I’m begging. I cannot deal with looking at you two like this, because my fear is that one day, I’m going to be too late to help any of you.” “What if it is?” He spews. I scoff, “No more.” Is all I manage to say. I take out an alcohol swab to clean out his cut. “This is going to sting, on the count of three – one, two, three.” I say as I then put the swab against the cut. A loud hiss comes from Angel and an instant reaction of mine is to grab his face and blow lightly at the cut, helping the sting not be so painful. Angel’s eyes then lock with mine, a look of shock and confusion fill his brown eyes. Angel and I, we’ve had a very interesting relationship since I first came to Santo Padre. He gave me an attitude and I gave it right back – he seemed more pissed off when I talked back than just walking away, and the more I talked back, the more tension built up between us. We started out on the wrong foot, and that’s how we have remained. He lets me care for him, depending on the time of day. Sometimes he lets his girlfriend, well I think she’s his girlfriend, Adelita, clean him up. Today, for whatever reason, he stuck around the clubhouse. I continue to blow on his wound, and I wince back in pain for him because I know it had to sting like a bitch. “Uhh, sorry. It’s a habit of mine, when I treat the kids, I have to do this; they hate it too, so that technique helps them...” I ramble and look away because I sense a bit of embarrassment, as I’ve never been “nice” to Angel. I look and reach back at the table to grab what I need next, just as I turn to face Angel again, I notice a very small smile on his face. “What?” I question, because seeing him smile legit concerns me. “It’s nothing, Leah.” He says monotone and lets me continue working on him. A few more minutes go by, and I determine that he doesn’t need any stitches, just a little butterfly work on one of his eyebrows. “Okay, that’s all. No stitches today, that cut on the side of your face, it’s a sensitive area that bleeds more than most. Your eyebrow cut, it’s an awkward cut – it’s ugly but not ugly enough for stitches. My only request is when you clean it out, could you please use both water and soap?” I emphasize. I know how these guys operate. They either use a dirty rag or tap water to clean themselves up. I turn to clean up my stuff and Angel lets out a minor laugh, which catches me off guard. I look at him and quirk an inquisitive look. Angel stands up, he turns behind his chair and lightly pounds his fist to the back of it. “You sounded just like my ma.” He tells me, in the softest voice I have ever heard Angel speak in. I offer him a small smile as I already know what that history is. Angel leaves church, and per usual no other words are spoken, no thank you’s, nothing. I stay behind a few more moments and collect my thoughts and belongings. I hear the door open, at first I’m startled but relieved it’s just Bishop. “How we doin’, sweetheart?” He asks. I let out a very deep sigh and my facial expression tells my feelings of this whole ordeal. Bishop can’t help but laugh, “I know, Lee. I know.” He tells me as he pulls me in for a hug. “I just need to go home and lay in bed and watch a trashy romcom.” I exclaim as I grab my bag. “I think you’ve deserved that, but before you go – you have a visitor.” He tells me. A look of a deer in the head-lights flashes across my face, who the hell could be visiting me? “Just come with me.” Bishop motions for me to take his hand and follow him. Nerves take over, with the Club, you never know what can happen. As I exit the room, I see the guys scattered all over the clubhouse yet all eyes are on me. “Your visitor is the biggest pain in my ass, so make it quick.” Bishop says, but I catch his playfulness I his voice and I look to the bar and I see who Bishop is talking about – Marcus Alvarez.

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Out of this World [M] | Jaebum

He was left behind, forgotten on Earth a long time ago. Although he’s far from home, he finds himself believing that you might actually be where he truly belongs.

Protagonists: Im Jaebum & you

Words: 11k sorry

Genre: Childhood Friends - Romance - Smut - Alien!au - **Short mention of child abuse**

Snippet: “You let Jaebum fill you, own you, claim you. Let him delight in the thought that you are nothing but his and you do the same; for he belongs to you just as much.”

Lyly’s note: #RIP, I was only doing an Alien Moodboard for my Halloween project and got caught up in a whirlpool of JB feels. He’s my GOT7’s bias after all, ENJOY 😅

|| GOT7 Masterlist || Halloween Project ||

Jaebum knew it the first time he saw you; how annoying you’d be. Even now, as he’s entering the coffee shop with the hopes of sharing a fleeting moment with you, he finds you bothersome.

It’s been hours, he doesn’t know how many.

Right now Jaebum’s hidden in the slide of a playground, lost and all alone. He’s trying to wipe the tears from his cheeks when a cascade of hair at the opening of the tube catches him off guard.

“Hey,” you say simply, smiling like the sight of him is completely normal. You are sitting on the top of the slide, staring upside down at the strange boy inside. “you scratched your knees.” You point to his legs with your tiny finger and shortly disappear from the hole to get down and make your way inside. Jaebum doesn’t say a word, you are the first human to notice him ever since he got here and he’s very afraid. “Does it hurt?” He isn’t sure how he understands everything you say, but he nods. “Is this why you cried?”

You blink at him, waiting for an answer that never comes; instead you move closer to blow on his friction burns. A gasp escapes his lips when he feels your hot breath on his wounds and you grin at him in triumph. He has no idea why he’s here or where he is, but for the first time since he’s on this planet, Jaebum isn’t so scared anymore.

“I’m y/n, let’s be friends!” You throw your head back, giggling. “Playing alone is boring.”

“P-playing?” The boy stares at you with a blank expression and you laugh even harder.

“Yes, this is a playground, you come here to play!”

“No, I don’t have time.” Jaebum shouldn’t waste his time answering back to the weird girl; he should be doing something instead. The only problem is he has no idea what and he hasn’t been able to read humans down here.

“Why?” You pout and he frowns, he didn’t expect you’d continue to speak to him. You should just leave.

“You are annoying.” He states this to push you away, but even if your expression turns dark, you stay in the slide.

“I know” Your nose crinkle. “dad says that’s why I can’t stay at home today.”

“I’m sorry” For a mysterious reason, your words make him even sadder. Jaebum’s family never told him he was annoying. He suddenly feels like justifying his words. “I- I have to go back home.”

“Oh, where do you live?” You look back at him and cock your head to the side, exactly like you did earlier.

“I- ” Jaebum bites his lips to refrain from crying again. He has no intention of mopping in front of a human. “I don’t know.”

“Uh-oh…” You exhale, a bit shaken. “That’s bad” Slowly, you begin to get out the tube and for a moment, he thinks you are finally leaving him alone. He doesn’t feel relieved though, it only fills his heart with more fear. Jaebum doesn’t really want to be left all alone.

When you get out of the slide, you turn around and smile again, missing several teeth at the front. “Come on, let’s go ask an adult and find your home!” He stares at the little hand you extended for a long second before making his decision.

15 years later, you have all your teeth. Jaebum mentally notes this when you politely smile to take his order. Maybe that’s why his heart goes crazy whenever he sees you smile. Maybe that’s why coffee here seems to taste better, even if it’s several minutes further away from his work than Starbucks. He probably should blame your dentist for it all, him and your amazing genetics.

“Jaebum?” You say his name to get his attention and it sends dangerous electric shocks down his spine. Even if he briefly sees you every day, he hasn’t heard you call him in a very long time. “Did you just spaced out?” You chuckle and it takes him back to when you were little, you guys used to be more than strangers. “Usual?”

You turn around, not waiting for his answer, and start to work on his morning coffee. There’s nothing Jaebum hates more than looking dumb, but he can’t seem to clear his head when you’re around. It’s been that way since forever, but he didn’t notice it much as a kid. Now that you guys aren’t friends, it’s almost tangible though, how much he’s craving your presence and your warmth. Unconsciously, he lets out a sigh.

“You okay?” You side glance at him and he excessively nods. “Are you still working at your father’s repair sho-”

“Yes.” Jaebum answers too fast and feels his face burn, but you don’t turn around. You don’t usually try small talk, so he’s unprepared.

He’s clumsy when you’re near, it makes him almost human. For a few minutes a day it’s like he can’t see and hear every fly in that coffee shop and smell every client’s neck from afar. Almost human, because he makes sure he takes everything of you in with his enhanced senses; the smell of your shampoo, the sound your eyelashes make when you blink and even the way light catches in your hair. Especially the hair thing; you’re glowing.

Jaebum wants to be human so badly sometimes, just to belong here, but not in the mornings. When he’s getting his coffee, he’s secretly thankful because he knows he’s the only one who can truly see you. No one will ever see you, feel you and love your entirety like he does. No one can. The fact that you never saw him back is another thing that makes you annoying.

Jaebum can’t live without you, or he tells himself that because he never plans to even try. He doesn’t belong, but he’ll always be watching you from afar. Jaebum clears his throat before attempting small talk too.

“Are you still living in our old neighborhood?” Maybe he shouldn’t have asked that because your gaze immediately widens in surprise. He hasn’t accidentally bumped into you at the grocery store for a few weekends now and he’s worried you’re slipping away.

“No,” you slide his cup on the counter and he’s sad he doesn’t have any excuse to stay longer, “I moved around here recently.”

“Oh-” He grabs the coffee, looking at it to avoid holding your gaze. “D-did you move in with your boyfriend?”

“Oh god, no!” Your sudden fit of laughter throws Jaebum off. “It’s just…” You pause a second to think. “My father died a month ago and I got rid of the house.”

“I’m sorry.” His face falls. Jaebum’s father died when you were both still in school, well, his adoptive father. You were around seventeen at the time and even though you two weren’t friends anymore, you showed up to the funeral. He clearly remembers you walking straight to him in you black dress. You hugged him until he calmed down; it was the second and last time you saw him cry. “I really am sorry, I should have known, I wou-”

“Don’t be.” You clear your throat. “You know how he was…He-” Your eyes go dark for a second until you smile again. “It’s all for the best... Oh god, I sound like a horrible daughter!” You cover your mouth with your hand, embarrassed.

“No you don’t!” Jaebum knows. He remembers every single time he saw your father, because he’d always want to shield you. Take you far far away. Instead, he’d just watch as you got nervous and scared around the man, watch you anxiously scratch your palms until it bled. Because, Jaebum is a coward, he is a wimp who doesn’t belong. “You are not a horrible daughter, y/n.” His tone is lower this time and you grin larger.

“Thank you Jae. I hope you have a nice day, see you tomorrow.”

You stare as the door closes behind his back, the tingling sensation at the base of your neck fades. You intensely watch until he turns the street’s corner and disappears without looking back. Every morning you find yourself waiting for him to do it and you’re not quite sure why.

Jaebum isn’t normal. Your father used to say that all the time when you were kids. Usually before a beating, when he was drunk and found out you had been playing with the boy all day.

He was right, Jaebum wasn’t a normal boy. You silently observed him crying for half an hour before talking to him the first time, and when you did… Even just thinking about it makes goosebumps spread on your arms.

You absentmindedly rub the back of your neck, right under your ponytail. That damned eerie sensation. If it wasn’t for it, you’d be like everyone else and believe Jaebum’s just an orphan that someone dropped in town years ago, but it’s always there when he’s around. It’s like a warning that he’s something else. So much more than others.

Once, in high school, you mentioned it to a girlfriend. You just wanted to confirm that everyone was feeling this way around him. She laughed at you and said that was because he was attractive.

Attractive is a void word.

It cannot begin to describe Jaebum’s beauty; everyone is drawn to him before being scared away at some point. He has an uncanny aura, he’s too much to handle. Just being around him is unnerving.

Even as a child you felt it, you never asked, but you know he was always aware. He often used it on adults so you two could get what you wanted; more ice cream or free tickets to the movie theatre. It was like a get out of jail card. Jaebum would stare at people with his deep brown eyes, ask, and they’d eventually just give up resisting. He really only used this ability on you once.

Jaebum exhales as he leaves the coffee shop and begins to walk to his car, fighting the urge to turn back. Every morning he thinks you might be looking at him, but he’s too scared to turn around and discover it isn’t the case.

You called him “Jae”, he smirks unconsciously. You haven’t called him that since you were around sixteen.

Everybody sighs when the substitute teacher reaches for the light and you watch Jaebum’s angry face appear next to you. He’s leaning back with arms crossed and his jaw clenched. The sight makes you chuckle. You aren’t sure why, but you like it when Jaebum gets all feisty.

You’ve known him for almost two years and you’ve grown quite close. Whenever your dad kicks you out, you never have to play alone anymore. Now, you can hide at Jaebum’s. He will always be there.

“Hey” You balance your leg to kick his chair and he turns to you, the same indignation filling his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“This movie is so stupid!” You tilt your head to the side, not getting it. Your teacher is off sick and the class had a free period. Jaebum complaining about not learning enough at school is not new, but you never expected him to whine about movie time. “E.T. is stupid!” The hair on the back of your neck rise at the blind anger in his tone. “Why would he ever want to go home when they abandoned him here?”

“Well, it was an accident…” You frown; E.T. is one of your favourite movies. “It’s not like they wanted to leav-”

“If he was important, they would never have left him behind all alone.” You’re about to add something, but instead, you shut your mouth. Jaebum isn’t talking about the movie.

Somehow, you know this has more to do with him than E.T.’s friends forgetting him on earth. You were 8 years old when you found Jaebum alone on that playground. You heard that even if the police looked everywhere, they couldn’t find his family. He was never declared missing, nor did anybody come to look for him since then. You know somehow he remembers his previous home, but every time you try to ask he shuts you off.

“Besides” He springs up when the bell rings and throws his backpack on one shoulder. “How does he expect to phone a spaceship?” You follow closely behind. “How stupid is he? Also, Aliens don’t look like that!”

“I know,” you shrug, “you are one!” Jaebum comes to a stop and you hit his back at full speed. “Ouch! Dummy!”

“W-why would you even say that?” He turns to stare at you, eyes wide.

“Cause,” you slap his forehead angry he stopped walking so abruptly, “your stupidity is out of this world!”

When you get home after work, you immediately change into your most comfortable clothes to catch up on your favourite TV shows. If you’re honest, your new place isn’t that great. There’s not a lot of natural light that comes in, it’s not very big either and you can always hear the cars on the streets, but it’s your first real home and you love it.

Andrew hated the idea. First, he was excited; he thought you meant living together. However, you had a different vision on the matter. There was no way in hell you’d move in with him. You don’t blame him for being surprised by the news; you were a jerk for dating him this long. Your relationship was never meant to last and you knew that from the very beginning. Still, you waited 7 years of on and off drama to finally call it over. You know it’s a horrible thing to do. Andrew was always a safety net, something you could hold on to or somewhere to hide when your father was acting like… Well, like your father.

Without Andrew or him, you have no one in this world. That’s a fact your ex made sure you were well aware of when he slammed the door one last time. That night, your thoughts went to Jaebum, there once was a time where he was all that mattered to you. When you were best friends, he never felt like a life vest, you didn’t cling to him for security. Jaebum had no one else either, you knew it in your bones the first time you saw him. Even now, you believe that as a child, you adopted him just as much as Mr. Im did.

Maybe that’s why you felt like talking to him this morning. Actually talk, after you pushed him away all those years ago. The weird thing is, he didn’t seem to mind. He wasn’t angry at you for acting like nothing happened, he seemed… happy. Jaebum is constant. Nothing ever seems to affect him but you know better than that. He just took it when you abandoned him. He never asked, he let it go and stayed away. Away, but always around. You’re very well aware your coffee shop isn’t the closest to his repair shop.

Jaebum probably just expects it; people seeing it and leaving him behind, scared. But that day, you weren’t scared of him, you were just afraid of finding out the limits of his true abilities. If you found out and still didn’t mind, it would have meant something entirely different. Jaebum isn’t normal. You always liked the thrill of knowing something was off, but just how far were you willing to ignore it and what did it mean?

The only thing that really scares you when you think back to that day is how easy it was for you to abandon him behind. Hurt him like that when you knew he had nowhere else to go. By the time his father died, you were just too ashamed to come back into his life, so you stayed away too. Away and unhappy because that’s what you deserved for not being as constant as Jaebum.

But maybe he’s still there, away and unhappy like you. Maybe he’s actually just waiting for you to come back to him after all these years.

“So… Is the weird one single or what?” Lucy toys with her hair, blinking at you.

“W-what?” You flush. “Jaebum?”

“Of course” She rolls your eyes. “You went on a date with Andrew that means that one’s free, right?” She uses one finger to point at the man in question; he’s waiting in line to get his food. He’s almost a head taller than all of the other kids, so you easily spot his black messy hair and straight eyes.

“I thought you didn’t like Jae.” You tilt your head to the side, somewhat defensive. Lucy moved into town last year and befriended you, but she always kept away from him. Just like most students usually do, instinct.

“Well, I’ve never said that!” She feigns to take offence and you can’t help but smile. “He’s kind of a wacko, but he’s got me feeling lik-” She stops when she sees your expression. “So what if I have a thing for nutcases? A thing for loners.” She corrects herself and winces. “You see, we have gym together and the other day he wore that loose tank top and I could see through it… Jeez… It was like my eyes were X-rays... I wanted to shove my hands under it to feel his abs against my fingertips… The guy’s so mysterious, I’m going to rip all his clothes off to discover every single one of his secrets. That’s all I think ab-” You kick her under the table. “OW!”

“SSShh- He’ll hear you!” You hide your face in your hands, mortified when you meet Jaebum’s gaze from afar. You are almost certain he looks amused.

“He’s literally at the other side of the cafeteria!” She states the obvious but you just shrug, uneasy. You don’t really want her to talk about Jaebum like that. It just… feels wrong. “Anyway, if you tell me he’s already yours I’ll move on-”

“That’s not it!” You blush; it feels like you’ve had this conversation a hundred times before. “We’ve been friends since like… forever.”

“You sure?” You nod even though you’re not sure of anything these days. “HEY!” She rises from her chair to wave at the boy in question who just received his meal. “Come here!” With a frown, he starts to walk your way and you’re suddenly nervous. It’s odd, even though you find his presence unnerving sometimes; Jaebum is the person you’re closest to in the whole universe. Students’ heads all turn your way in surprise; Jaebum usually never eats in here. “Oh my god, he’s really coming…” Of course, he is. She’s calling him!

“Hi y/n,” Andrew clears his throat to your right and sits next to you without waiting. “How was your day so far?” He smiles.

“Uh, nice, thank you…” You stare intensely at your food. You aren’t sure why you went out with him last weekend. Lucy convinced you to say yes and when you asked Jaebum, he shrugged and asked why you were asking him.

“Hey Andrew,” Lucy grins, “Hello Jaebum!” her tone is neatly more excited when she turns towards Jaebum upon his arrival and something about it annoys you to no end. You raise your eyes from your food and see that he’s looking at you, still frowning. “Sit next to me!”

“Am I being summoned at the cool kids’ table?” Jaebum smirks but still sits down next to Lucy, across you. “Did Earth tilt on its axe?” You give him a small kick under the table.

“There’s no cool table! Besides, you can always sit with us!” You say it, but you know your words mean nothing. It’s not really true. Nobody outside the cheer or basketball teams sits at your table and trying without being invited would be social suicide. Jaebum raises an eyebrow.

“So, to what do I owe this honour?” He turns to Lucy and smiles with all his teeth. You’re pretty sure she shudders at the sight and she stares at him, mind completely blank. It happens a lot when he makes eye contact, girls break.

“Yeah,” Andrew wonders and at the same time two cheerleaders and three players join the table, staring at Jaebum with curiosity, “the man has his usual spot, Lucy. What did you want to ask, we shouldn’t keep his friends waiting.” Your head snaps in the point guard’s direction. Everyone knows Jaebum usually eats alone outside, even though you often join him.

“I-I wanted you to eat with us…” Lucy seemingly recovers her voice and Jaebum takes a bite of his sandwich, ignoring her to glare at Andrew instead. “…Because we’re planning y/n’s sweet sixteen!” She continues and this time he fully turns his attention to her. It isn’t a complete lie; she’s been bothering you about it for a while. “She doesn’t want to do anything special and you’re her…” She must take a short inhale when she meets his dark eyes. “Her b-best friend, so I thought you could help convince her... Doing nothing for your birthday is just plain weird.”

You hate that Jaebum has this effect on people, it’s always the same. You almost forgot about it, since you’re always alone together and he usually avoids talking to others. You grimace and he glances at you. A deadly smile curls the corner of his lips like he’s reading your mind and he winks. Andrew wiggles on his chair, not missing the gesture but you relax a bit. You don’t see why you should be uncomfortable if Jaebum isn’t.

“She’s already doing something that day, though.” Your eyes widen at his words and silently plead him to not say anything more, but he goes on: “It’s a special tradition.”

“You planned your birthday with him?” It takes you a few seconds to register that Andrew’s question is directed towards you. Jaebum’s eyes furrow, disappearing almost completely. “Like, you didn’t want to invite us?”

“It’s Jaebum’s birthday too.” Your nose crinkles, frankly, you have no intention of celebrating your birthday with the whole crew. It’d be awkward. “It’s been a ‘us’ thing ever since we were kids.”

“You share the same birthday!” Lucy happily claps her hands. “That’s like... Friendship destiny!” Jaebum snorts and you nod in a hurry, it’s not like you’re going to explain why. You just kind of just started to celebrate them together when you found out he didn’t have his own. “Wait, how old are you?” Lucy frowns, studying him.

You know where this comes from; Jaebum is ageless. Sure, he looks like a young adult, but he also could easily pass for someone in his twenties. He’s tall, has large shoulders; and his face has been the same ever since his growth spurt.

“I’ll turn sixteen…” He takes another bite of his sandwich with disinterest, but you can tell he’s uncomfortable.

“Really?” Andrew leans in; he seems to have forgotten all about your own birthday. “Do you think you could buy us drinks?” You gasp and turn to him, but he just shrugs. “With a fake I.D. he’d totally look legal!”

This morning, your head darts in direction of the door even before the bell’s sound. You warmly smile when he walks in and Jaebum notices something has changed. He can’t quite pinpoint it, but the air is different. Your eyes lit up when they meet his, so he must remember to breathe and calm his overwhelming feelings.

Your heartbeat accelerates and your cheeks flush. He hears it. He sees it. It’s like you’re excited to see him. Jaebum needs to keep his head clear, it’s dangerous to interpret your reactions like he’d read other humans. He learned that a long time ago.

“The usual?” He nods and you start to brew his coffee. He always comes in at the exact same time. You probably could have it ready for him, but you only do his order when he’s there. Jaebum wonders about that sometimes, when it’s the weekend and he has no excuses to see you. He overanalyzes your actions and every time, he chooses to believe it’s because you want to prolong this silent moment too. Maybe you enjoy seeing his familiar face, despite what he is and what you know of him. This idea comforts him when he’s feeling lonely.

“You asked me yesterday if I moved in with Andrew…” Jaebum stops breathing, he watches the way you work, shoulders tensed behind the counter. Your pulse is deafening this time, it’s all he can focus on. “I told him I was leaving, I should have a long time ago.”

He doesn’t say anything, because he can’t. Jaebum has no idea what one should say in this situation, sorry? He is not. Years ago, he would’ve told you he hated Andrew, but it probably would be creepy if he said it aloud now. You turn to slide his coffee on the counter, chewing on your bottom lip.

“So I was thinking,” you meet his eyes, hopeful, “maybe you’d like to hang out tomorrow night?”

“Yes” His answer feels foreign, almost just an exhale. He should’ve said no. He should try to keep away and let you live a normal life, he wants to punch himself. Your gaze widens, maybe you didn’t expect him to agree at all.

“Y-you don’t have other plans?” He frowns, he feels like you should know he never has anything planned. This never changed. “Um... Ok, maybe I can come over to your house?” You grin wickedly like you used to as a kid, and he returns it, still our fo his mind. “I’ll bring the cake!”

Right. It’s your birthday.

Again, Jaebum feels stupid when he leaves the coffee place. He should have remembered, but this celebration isn’t something that makes a lot of sense to him. You turn 23 years old tomorrow. He believes that if human birthdays were logic, the mothers would be celebrated, not the child. It’s a weird idea really when they’re the ones who gave life on that date.

He never got why this day was special but he went along with it. A smile creeps the corner of his lips when he realizes it’s supposed to be his birthday too. To be honest, he hasn’t celebrated anything after your sweet sixteen.

Jaebum hates Andrew so much. He never thought it’d be possible to feel something so negative and intense for someone. The first few weeks you started dating, he pretended that he, at least, could stand the guy. But the more he gets to see him, the more he loathes him. He finds solace in the fact that the feeling is clearly mutual. Usually, humans are uncomfortable around Jaebum, he noticed it quite young. He likes to believe it’s because they know he’s not like them; faster, smarter and stronger. No one’s ever said anything aloud though. They panic when they are alone with him and even if he acts totally human, they usually avoid him altogether afterwards. He watches their pupils dilate, their cheeks turn red and goosebumps spread on their arms. You’re the only exception. Even if he sees it sometimes in your eyes; doubt, questions, you never avoid him. When he was younger and foolish, he even mesmerized other humans in front of you and you never asked a single question. These days, Jaebum isn’t so thankful about that. He used to be glad you didn’t ask because he didn’t want to lie. But not now, now he’s afraid he’s losing you and he finds himself wanting to tell the truth, anything to keep you away from this Andrew guy. “I’m not from this world.” In reality, he’s not sure what this confession would change. He’d probably lose you. Jaebum sees Andrew. He’s no different than your father. If he could, he would lock you up somewhere, keep you away from people and control you. This idea scares Jaebum the most because he knows he can’t do anything about it. He knows that no matter what he feels, you can’t be his because he doesn’t belong here. Isolation is no better than being locked up. This isn’t how your life should be. There’s also another secret reason why Jaebum loves that your boyfriend clearly hates him, a more devious one. It’s not just because it gives him an excuse to hate him back, it’s because Andrew doesn’t dislike him for being inhuman. He simply hates Jaebum for what he is to you. This thought is more comforting than it should be. It’s amazing how even just the idea of this can send Jaebum’s heart into a frenzy. Then he remembers that it doesn’t matter what he is to you. The only thing that matters is where he’s from and it’s not here. Jaebum doesn’t belong. He can’t be with you, so he watches you fall in love instead of doing something about it. Fall in love with a jerk. Why does it have to be him? It should be a nice human, you deserve one. Not the basketball player whom, whenever you’re not around, pushes people against lockers and looks at other girls.

You aren’t in the cafeteria today, so Jaebum makes sure to avoid Lucy’s scrutiny when he passes the center table with his lunch. She’s annoying. It’s your birthday, so you’re probably by the big oak tree outside, waiting for him at his usual spot. He pushes the door, confident he’ll find you there.

Except you are not.

He doesn’t worry; sure, it’s weird, but you could still be in class. He stretches his legs and takes a bite of his sandwich, he bets you’ll arrive with a cake. You do every year. Jaebum lets his senses loose, he can never let his guard down inside. There’s too many people, it’s way too loud. When he’s outside alone, the rest of the school is nothing but a murmur. Outside he can concentrate on the nature. Here weird creatures live around every corner, but humans don’t mind them.

Jaebum’s from a space station colony. He spent his young days there, where there are no trees, birds nor squirrels. That’s why he has this fascination for them. In the big oak, two furry rodents jump from branches, chasing each other. He smiles hearing their small sounds and watches, amused. He named the quiet one Mark and the loud one Jackson. His brothers back home would probably be annoyed if they knew, but then again why would they care? Jaebum smiles fade. It’s not like they’re thinking about him.

“…Jaebum’s waiting.” He freezes all senses alerted at the mention of his name from somewhere far away. “Who cares. You should spend your birthday with your actual boyfriend.”

There’s no doubt that you are inside the school with Andrew. Jaebum sighs, he hates prying. He really doesn’t want to hear stuff like this, so he tries to not listen but you keep saying his name.

“It’s Jaebum’s birthday too!” He hears you sigh heavily and he gets flustered, imagination running wild, each scenario worse than the previous one. Andrew’s hands on your body, his nose behind your ear, his lips down your neck; Jaebum clenches his fists. “Hey... S-Stop...”

This time he opens his eyes, trying to listen to what’s going on instead of shutting it off. “Andrew, please…”

He stands up on his feet, waiting to hear something that could help him guess where you two are hiding. “I hav- I want to go!” He knows you push Andrew back because he hears the muffled sound of his clothes and the air suddenly leaving his lungs. “I asked you to stop!” This time, Andrew moves and trips on something that makes a hollow sound; a ball? Without thinking, Jaebum’s running to the gym storage. “What is wrong with you? You didn’t mind the other night!” Andrew’s mad now.

What an asshole, Jaebum is seeing red, he knows about the basketball team’s storage reputation. Seconds later, he’s slamming open the door and you scream in surprise. He’s already standing a few centimetres away from your boyfriend’s face. He’s appeared there way too fast, but he doesn’t care. Jaebum doesn’t even try to hide it, he lets you see.

“She asked you to stop.”

You run a hand on the edge of the fireplace and observe the lack of dust on your fingertips, fascinated. Still a neat freak.

Of course, Jaebum is constant.

“It weird” You laugh “everything’s the same.” Jaebum exits the kitchen to join you and offers you a glass of red wine. “Okay fine, that’s new.” He chuckles, highly tensed. It’s strange being here with the reserved version of him. Everything’s the same, yet he’s so controlled and on edge right now, that it’s totally different.

“My dad isn’t here to send you home after eight anymore.” He curls the side of his lips; a familiar gesture and you’re relieved. Maybe you haven’t ruined him.

“No chaperon then.” You watch Jaebum choke on his sip of wine and burst out laughing. “Don’t be nervous, it’s so not you.”

“T-That’s not what I meant…” He winces. “But I’m always nervous.” He clears his throat as if to support his claim.

“Sorry, you didn’t use to be.” You raise an eyebrow and walk across the living room. The door that is shut intrigues you the most. It always used to be wide open, and you’re aware it’s his bedroom. You both played for hours there; you, drawing constellations and Jaebum little animals. “I don’t want to make you nervous.”

“Trust me”, he nods and keeps staring at you, “you always made me quite nervous.” You tilt your head to the side, amazed.

Maybe he was and you just never knew, that’s a weird thought. It also kind of makes sense, because of that gut feeling you always have when he’s around. That spooky tingling. You probably both had secrets from one another, how strange. Jaebum chuckles and you give him a puzzled look.

“It’s just…” He runs a hand through his hair. “You always do that with your head when you’re thinking.” He tilts his head, mimicking you.

“Oh,” you laugh too, “no one ever told me that…”

“It’s impossible, you do it over a hundred times a day…” He fidgets before exhaling slowly. “Sorry.”

“Why?” You’re amused by the face he pulls. “For counting?”

“N-No!” You laugh again when he focuses on the ground instead of you.

“I’m teasing you, Jae.” His face twitches when he hears his nickname and once again, you’re filled with guilt. “Why aren’t you mad at me?” You suddenly ask.

“Mad?” He sounds incredulous. “Why would I be mad at you?”

“I shut you off.” You take a step closer and his eyes widen. “I left you alone when I knew you had no one else.” You’re probably too close now, even if there’s still a lot of space between your bodies.

“It’s not like you had anyone else either.” His words make your pulse accelerate and he briefly glances at your parted lips.

“I had my father,” you shake your head, trying to deny his truth, “Andrew and my friends from school.”

“Good for you then,” his voice is soft and you know he knows you are lying. Jaebum always saw you. You just didn’t realize he still knew everything about you even after all these years. He avoids your gaze again and takes a step back. “It was a mistake, you shouldn’t have come here.” His words send a shudder of pain in your heart and almost instantly, your eyes fill with tears.

“I-I’ll go…” All your confidence vanished. You wanted to come here, walk into his home completely shameless and ask for everything to go back to its original place. You can’t do that, Jaebum might not be mad at you, but he doesn’t want you back either.

“Wait, this isn’t what- I- I…” Jaebum takes a step closer and delicately holds your shoulders. “Shit, I’m sorry.” He bites his lips when the first tear rolls down your cheek. He hates seeing you upset, so it leaves his mouth by reflex, a plea. “Don’t cry...”

Time stops.

When Jaebum realizes what he said, he retreats. Hurt and panic flashing on his face.

You scream in surprise when he bursts through the door, but he doesn’t look at you. You have no idea how he found you. Was he searching? You don’t have time to think, in a fraction of second Jaebum’s on Andrew, holding him by the collar. Inhuman speed.

“She asked you to stop.” You never heard his voice sound like that.

You take a step to the side to touch his forearm, it’s like he doesn’t see you at all. You’re filled with guilt when you see the blind rage on his face. Maybe you wanted a reaction from Jaebum by seeing Andrew, something to tell you it bothered him to see you with someone else. But that’s not it.

“Jae…” You desperately tug at his arm, but he doesn’t budge. “Let’s leave.”

Andrew stays silent the whole time, staring into Jaebum’s eyes. He doesn’t even move, his pupils are completely dilated, eyes dark as night. Terror fills you, you’ve seen people stare at Jaebum like that. The ominous tingling at the base of your neck grows stronger, like warning you to run for your life.

You’ve seen it before, yet you’ve never seen him that enraged. You’re worried about what he’ll do. Without meaning to, you start to cry.

“Please…” It’s your sob that wakes Jaebum from his trance and he eyes you in panic.

“Y/n, are you hurt?” His face is softer now that he’s looking at you, but his brows are still furrow.

“N-No!” You wipe your tears away. “Let’s just go, he didn’t do anything!”

“Didn’t do anything?” Then Jaebum goes dark and turns to the frozen Andrew again. “That’s just it.” He tilts his head and when he continues, his words sound different; slower, warmer, softer but thick like honey. “When a woman asks, you stop and let her go, okay?” Andrew nods, understanding every syllable. “Now, go and never come back in here.”

You’re still crying when Andrew leaves like his life depends on it and Jaebum turns to you.

“Shhh- it’s alright…” He carefully touches your arm, like you are some sort of porcelain doll, worried. You don’t move away and he bites his lips, nervous. Jaebum never knows what to do when you are upset, it makes him feel useless. So, instead of feeling useless, he says it. “Don’t cry.”

It’s like time suddenly doesn’t exist and your eyes dry, his words echoing in your mind. Except you don’t mean to stop crying, you’re not calmed or reassured. You just don’t have the choice anymore, because you can’t resist his will and you are completely awake and aware of it.

You’ve seen him do it many times before, he calms animals or convinces people to do you favors and you’ve always wondered how it worked, how it felt.

It’s the worst feeling in the world. It’s inhuman. Jaebum is the worst feeling in the world. What else can he do?

When he moves to hold you, you shrink unconsciously and he backs away, scared. You see the fear on his face, it’s the same as inside that slide years ago. Then you realize then that it doesn’t matter what else Jaebum can do. You never asked questions even if you always knew he was different because it doesn’t change how you feel. No matter what Jaebum is or can do, you’ll always be his. Jaebum is the only person that’s constant in your life and this fact makes your freak out. Instead of holding him like you want to, you run away. You run fast by him and he just stays still. He just stays there and watches you leave.

“Don’t cry”

Time stops. When he realizes what he said, he retreats. Hurt and panic on his face.

Without really meaning to, you stop crying. Everything’s the same. Only, this time, when you see him afraid, you don’t run away. Instead, when Jaebum shrinks back, you hold onto him.

He’s backed up against the wall and now it’s your turn to hold his shoulders. It’s like you’re afraid he’ll disappear for good if you let go.

“I- I didn’t do anything….” You feel his breath on your cheeks wet with tears. “I swear.” His voice is almost a sob.

“I know.” You lift your head to be able to look at him, and he doesn’t avert his gaze like you thought he might.

“You should go.” There’s fear in his eyes, but you relax at the proximity of his body. He’s just scared you’re going to leave him again.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He frowns, still not getting it.

“You are…” Your hands slide up to cup his face and he looks even more confused. “... not leaving?”

“Never.” You kiss him gently, ghosting over his lips.

It takes a second for Jaebum to react and you start to fear he’ll actually pull away. Luckily, he ends up warping your waist with his arms and pressing you firmly against him. Nobody ever kissed you like that, but then again; Jaebum isn’t like anyone in this world.

When he kisses you back, you know all you’ve ever wanted was in front of you the whole time. How cliché. Your mouth opens against his and moves in perfect unison. It’s like you’re breathing through each other like this kiss is reminding you both that you were never quite alive before. Just when you’re about to lose yourself in him he pulls back, panting.

“A-Are you sure?” He gazes at you through his eyelashes, head resting on the wall behind him to regain some self-control. You almost go mad at the sight but instead, you shake your head in disbelief.

You’re his beyond words, there’s no doubt. Rather than giving an answer, you press yourself on him. There’s a renewed eagerness to your second kiss. Jaebum’s hands get lost on your body; stroking your hair, your cheeks, your waist. You’re both set alight by each other’s touch and your familiar tingling sensation in his presence has become a thrill, a rush, blazing through your veins.

You clumsily tumble backwards bringing him along and make your way to his bedroom door. He stops you when you get there, holding the frame while your lips push and pull relentlessly. It’s as though he’s hesitating, doubting that you are needing this as badly as him. You break the kiss to latch your mouth on his neck, pressing butterfly kisses everywhere. Jaebum nearly gasps when you begin to lightly suck his burning skin. That’s when he decides to turn the doorknob. As soon as the door is yanked open, something furry and fast runs between your legs.

“Cat,” he groans, indifferent and resumes his misdemeanor on your left earlobe. You end up laughing the whole way to his bed. At that point, he has to stop to worriedly ask you what’s wrong.

“Nothing, it’s just…” You smile, stroking his cheek. “It makes too much sense that you have a cat.” Jaebum has always been obsessed with animals but his father was allergic.

“I have three.” He holds your hand to kiss your palm

“Three?!” He nods and leans into you again, only to groan in frustration when you pull back from his kiss to laugh.

“Do you want to stop this to play with them instead of me?” He clicks his tongue, annoyed, just like he used to do when you were kids. You hide your grin and shake your head. “Good.” Then he’s on you once more, nipping and sucking at the skin of your collarbone.

Somewhere between the bed and the living room, you both lost your clothes and Jaebum ends up stopping to hover over you. He breathes deeply, taking his time to memorize your entire body exposed to him. You do the same and slide your fingertips down his torso in adoration, watching his abs contract under the soft touch.

“You’re beautiful.” He rubs his nose against yours, breathing you in deeply. You’ve been told that many times before, but somehow…Because it’s Jaebum that’s saying it now; you finally let yourself believe it.

“You aren’t bad either…” He chuckles and your lips find his again, while you hook your legs on his waist to rub yourself on him. He groans into your mouth, the sound even deeper than before.

Jaebum’s hands that were on your neck and hair slowly slide on your skin to your breasts. You arch against the sheets when his head dip low to capture one of your nipples. His hot tongue circles it to toy with you. Gently sucking and lapping until it’s fully erected and moving on to the other one.

One of your hands gets lost in his black strays and the other explores his back down to his ass. You brush his soft skin and feel a dimple form in his cheek when he contracts under your fingers. Suddenly, Jaebum dips even lower, moving out of touch and kissing along your hipbone. He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder and starts to kiss the inside of your tights.

His kisses are meticulous, detailed like he has done this a hundred times in his head. And he has. Jaebum is nothing if not a perfectionist; he takes his time, tasting you, building your anticipation. He relishes in the softness of your skin until you reflexively buck your hips higher, begging for his attention elsewhere. Then he gives you want you need.

You deeply sigh when he finally runs his tongue on your slit. Jaebum thinks it’s funny, how you both denied each other for so long, only for everything to come crashing down tonight. He tugs at your clit with his lips, licking you like he used to dream of doing when he couldn’t sleep. You grind against his face and he grunts, satisfied to see you become a mess for him. His names leaves your mouth in repetition, sounding more and more incoherent and you can’t help but bury your fingertips in the skin of his neck to stay in control.

He lets you do it and moans into you at the ache. Your breath hitches when he releases your clit and climbs back, to suck at your neck again. This time, he’s rough. He leaves marks and bites along the way, asking if this is how you want him. There’s so many more ways that you want him and you tell him all that.

You roll your hips against him to feel his hard length rub your core. The sensation makes you curl your toes in anticipation. Feeling you freeze under him, Jaebum shifts his weight to watch your reaction when he rolls on you again. You whimper and he bites his lips, pleased.

“Do you really want this?” His voice is low, throaty and so sexy that you can only gasp in response. “We can wait if you want to…”

“Jaebum…” You growl, frustrated. “I swear to God, if you ask me one more time, it doesn’t matter how bad I want you. I’ll leave you here and go home.” You pout. “Alone.” His eyes narrow deliciously, you always liked it when he did that. Gazed at you through the tiny slits, usually plotting to get back at something you said.

“Oh…” You watch him smirk and wiggle under him in excitement. “We wouldn’t want that, would we?” He catches your mouth with his in a fiery kiss. You realize a second later that it’s only meant as a distraction, because at the same time, Jaebum slowly sinks into you.

You moan in his mouth and he does the same, sounding so needy and vulnerable in the best way. He stays still a moment for you both to get used to the feel of each other and catch your breaths. He only starts to move again after you whimper. Then he gets out inch by inch, only to bury himself into your heat again and again. Jaebum does this relentlessly and you help him.

Even if you know each other by heart, you’re only discovering yourselves that way for the first time tonight. You let Jaebum fill you, own you, claim you. Let him delight in the thought that you are nothing but his and you do the same; for he belongs to you just as much.

His hands assert your body; explore it as your hips hit each other in rhythm. Even if you wish the moment to lasts forever, you feel yourself come loose when his hand reaches between your legs. Then he teases you at the same time he fills you over and over.

You two become one when your orgasms wash over you. Both of an intensity you’ve never felt before, not with a partner nor alone. You tug at Jaebum’s hair when you come and he quickly follows, shuddering and calling your name as he fills you.

He makes sure not to crush you underneath him when he lies back on the bed, exhausted. Sweat pearls in the crook of his neck; you kiss it delicately to taste him. He recoils by reflex and you laugh, remembering how ticklish he used to be. After a moment, you’re left in the cold when he gets up to get clean, so you wrap yourself in his blankets.

He gets back and sits on the edge bed to observe you. Your eyes are closed peacefully, but he can tell from your breathing and heartbeat that you aren’t sleeping. He wants to know if you’d want to stay the night, but he’s afraid you’ll remember your earlier threat of leaving if he asks. Instead, Jaebum lies down and pulls you into him, hopeful.

You feel his heartbeat in his chest when you nuzzle yourself closer against him. You vaguely wonder if he’s already thinking about round two, so you open your eyes to look at him, but his are filled with doubts again. Deep down, Jaebum’s still scared he’s screwed up somehow.

“Do you-” He starts hesitantly, but you interrupt him.

“I told you, I’m not going anywhere.” You sigh and wiggle to make yourself more comfortable in his arms. “Jeez, what more can I do to convince you? It’s where I was always meant to be, I just got lost.”

He chuckles softly and you open an eye again, curious. He grins at your silent question.

“It’s just…” Jaebum shrugs by reflex and the sudden movement of your warm pillow makes you groan in protest. “All this time, I was thinking that I didn’t belong here…” He glances at you hesitantly. “…On Earth.” You cling tighter to him, not fully getting it but still in the known somehow.

“Oh, Jae…” Being alone, feeling like there’s not a place for you in this world, it’s something you can understand all too well.

“You know, now that I think about it that way...” Jaebum rubs his nose in your hair, whispering, “Maybe I’m here for a reason…” You wait for him to say which one, already feeling your chest getting warmer. “I belong with you.” You smile and bury your head in his shoulder, suddenly embarrassed.

“You’re my home too, Jae.”

“Your boyfriend is late…” Gertrude, a middle-aged woman who spends her days at your coffee shop, shakes her head, disapproving. “You shouldn’t keep him up at night. He’ll end up jobless like Marcel if he gets late to work.”

“He’s his own boss.” Still, you flush at her words. You aren’t taking things slowly with Jaebum. You spend every second outside of work together and ever since your birthday, you almost haven’t been in your own apartment. At first, you kept telling yourself that you needed to rebuild your relationship slowly to move forward, but eventually, you gave up. It already felt like those years of separation never existed anyway.

“It’s 7:40…” Gertrude shakes her head again, disapproving. “He’s always here at 7:35!” You laugh at her pursed lips. “I’ve been telling you for years, the man is in love with you… But no one ever listens to me! The man was there every morning, gawking at you like a lost puppy... I told you.”

“The name’s Jaebum!” The place is empty this morning and since she’s right about him being late, you start to prepare his usual order. You’re sure he’s going to come in anyway, he never misses a weekday.

“… Yeah, Jaebum.” She smiles when the name rolls off her tongue and if she was 30 years younger, maybe you’d be annoyed, but you smirk. “Anyway, as I’ve been saying for years. You guys will have the cutest babies together and I better be the Godmother…”

“I was in a relationship.” You roll your eyes at her emphasis of the word years.

“Yeah-yeah, I saw the way you guys looked at each other. I knew. When you’re my age you know things…” She takes a sip of her tea and you use her pause to add another void explanation.

“Well, we were estranged childhood friends…”

“Oh honey, who cares? It was meant to be.” She nods this time, satisfied. At the same time, you put a lid on his finished latte to-go. “And about your ex? No woman can’t stay true when she has a man with his face coming by just to see her for a minute every day!” You burst out laughing. Jaebum coming in has been Gertrude's favourite time of the day for at least two years now.

She glances at the clock and you do the same. He should be here any second by now.

“Remember I said it from the start.” She repeats for the thousandth time. “I can’t die without at least seeing your weddi-” She stops herself to fix her hair, “Uh-oh here he comes!”

You can see him too, through the shop window. You grab the order and go to him instead of waiting. He may own the Im’s repair shop, but still, he shouldn’t be late.

You don’t notice how weird it is that he’s frozen still in the middle of the parking.

You don’t notice he’s not alone either.

He’s late. He’s never late, that’s so very human of him. Usually, he’s timed like a watch, it’s weird. Maybe all the time he’s been spending with you is changing him again. Jaebum leaves his car in a hurry.

You’re probably expecting him. It’s unnerving how even if you were together two hours ago, he looks forward to seeing you right now. There’s a man standing in the middle of the parking lot, between him and the coffee shop. How could Jaebum miss him? He never misses anything, it’s like he wasn’t there seconds ago. He stops walking altogether.

“Jaebum.”

This can’t be. Not now.

You’re halfway to Jaebum when you notice something is wrong. You brush past another tall man in the parking lot and stop in your tracks at the familiar eerie sensation on your nape. Only this time, it’s a hundred times worse. You observe your boyfriend’s expression a weird mix of astonishment and pure anxiety. You have never seen him that way before.

It’s as though the world is in slow motion when you turn to take in the man behind you. Just like Jaebum, he his disturbingly beautiful. Like him, his hair is as black as night, it falls on each side of his forehead in a perfect calculated mess. His traits are exceptionally defined too, only less sharp. His eyes are larger, rounder as well as his nose, the coffee you were bringing slips from your hand and bursts on the ground.

It’s that sound that makes the man turn to consider you. Although he does this without any interest, like he would observe an ant on the ground, goosebumps spread all over your arms. You stare at him, eyes widening, and he smiles, the gesture completely void. Like he’s used to be gawked at, doesn’t mind, but doesn’t particularly enjoy it either.

“Who are you?” At your words he frowns, startled you actually dared address him.

“Move awa-” The rest of the man’s word dies on his lips, because Jaebum has appeared by your side, partially shielding you from him. He tilts his head to the side, considering you again. “Oh…” This time, his expression is almost human-like, you can guess that he’s curious and smart. “It looks like you’re having fun down here, JB.” He playfully smirks, but when you look at your boyfriend, you see that he’s not sharing the amusement.

“Jinyoung…” He growls, almost a warning. The one named Jinyoung though, only smiles wider. You open your mouth again, but he sees you and answers before the question can form in your throat.

“I’m his brother.” He waves his hand in the air next to his perfect face, annoyed. “Do they always ask silly questions without thinking?” His gaze darts on you again, cold and analyzing. “It must be exhausting to let them finish.”

You want to tell him that Jaebum doesn’t have a brother, never has, you are his only person. But then you remember that he never talks about his past and you acknowledge: Jaebum may have had a brother. One he doesn’t seem to particularly be fond of. Jinyoung’s eyes narrow at the exact same time you form that thought and he scoffs, angry.

“He doesn’t hate me.” The stranger frowns, insulted, pale brown eyes staring daggers at you. “What are you, anyway?”

“Jinyoung…” Jaebum warns again and reaches for your hand. “Don’t read her!”

When he sees you two hold hands, his brother’s face relaxes slightly. Understanding paints itself on his traits and he considers you anew, analyzing you for the third time in less than two minutes. His perception of the situation has seemingly shifted again. You meet his mahogany irises stoic, holding your head high under his scrutiny and he turns to Jaebum again.

“Is the human mesmerized?”

“No. It’s not like that.” The other man nods, in awe at the weight of his words.

Mesmerized, that’s what Jaebum called it too, when he explained to you what happened years ago in that closet. Then, reading must be another one of his amazing powers; you turn your head to the stranger, curious.

“Those aren’t powers!” He rolls his eyes, mocking your thoughts and you shiver, startled. There’s no doubt that this man is reading your thoughts somehow. “Those are just senses like your less evolved one-” He stops, apparently amused by you once again. “Honey, I am no man.”

“Jinyoung, shut up!” Jaebum snaps and your grip tightens on your boyfriend’s hand. It’s okay, his difference is nothing new. You never cared. And he’s told you enough by now.

“Why are you so afraid?” Jinyoung questions Jaebum and he stiffens. “The human doesn’t seem to care. Don’t you ever read it?” Shortly after, horror twists his perfect face. “Can you?”

“It’s just that they can’t read back… It’s not fair to her.” But Jinyoung shakes his head, not believing him; he turns to you to explain, aware of your confusion.

“JB was never good at usin- OW!” Your boyfriend hits him and you smile at his insulted expression as he rubs his arm. How odd, he keeps calling him JB.

“I told you to stop saying stuff.” Jaebum isn’t as tensed as earlier, so you allow yourself to relax too. His brother mischievously laughs. By doing so, he becomes breathtaking, but somehow he brings his hand to cover his grin like a shy boy. You wonder why; he’s even more beautiful when he smiles.

“Thank you,” he turns to you and you flush bright red, “at least its eyes seem to work just fine.” Oh God, he can really hear your thoughts. “I don’t hear them, I just know them…” You blush even more and he grins again. “Do they always turn pink like that?” He’s addressing Jaebum this time and he grunts instead of answering the question.

“It is actually a she.” You correct, knowing Jaebum’s annoyed another man is looking at you. You laugh and at the sound, Jinyoung’s brown eyes catch yours again, narrowing.

“She is cute. I’m starting to grasp the appeal.”

“YAH!” You twitch but the man in front of you stays unaffected by Jaebum’s sudden outburst. “What are you doing here?” His question is more an accusation and the man’s jaw drops.

“What do you mean?” He takes a step towards his brother. “We looked everywhere for you!”

The earlier playfulness is now gone and Jinyoung stands there confused. He clearly doesn’t understand Jaebum’s attitude. The look on his face is one of hurt, one that reminds you of the small boy you found abandoned alone in that slide years ago. You remember his words when you were young, how angry he was after watching that movie. How he said E.T was stupid for longing for a home that forgot him behind. That if they loved him, if he was important to them, that would never have happened.

Jinyoung face twists as you think this.

“Do you think we send you here on purpose? That you weren’t important?!” His tone is both sad and angry, like Jaebum simply believing that is a betrayal. “We looked everywhere for you!” He repeats, pleading. “Searched galaxies! We never stopped!”

Jaebum is stone in front of you, his hand isn’t moving in yours and you tug at it slightly. You smile. This is good, all this time he believed he was alone when he was not. They cared, they searched for him. You want to tell him everything is going to be fine, but you can’t find the words and he’s avoiding looking back at you. All of a sudden, another slim figure is standing next to Jinyoung, you blinked and it appeared out of nowhere. It’s another man, one with long limbs, lilac hair and tanned skin.

“Bambam?” Jaebum’s breath hitches and the man claps and laughs, happy.

“See? I told you I’d get taller than you Hyung!” He slaps a hand on Jinyoung's chest, who winces. “Hey, you’re supposed to tell the others if you found him. That’s protocol.”

“The others?” You tilt your head curious but get ignored.

“Don’t scold me like you ever respect protocol,” Jinyoung scowls, looking and sounding younger than before, “I don’t take any lessons from an annoy-”

“What is that?” The one named Bambam rudely interrupts him to gesture towards you, half-concealed behind Jaebum and still clinging onto him.

“Who is she.” Jinyoung rolls his eyes knowingly, correcting him. “Humans have genders and are capable of reason.” He smiles at you; he doesn’t seem so cold and threatening anymore. “She’s actually not unintelligent.”

Bambam’s eyebrows shoot up, hinting that words like that from Jinyoung are perhaps more of a compliment than an insult. The new man turns to gauge you again and you try to empty your head when you meet his gorgeous black irises. You fail. He laughs loudly following your train of thoughts and like earlier you redden. Are Jaebum’s other family members all so beautiful?

“Ah, don’t be fooled.” The man with pastel hair smirks confidently. “I’m the true visual out of th- OUCH!”

“Tsst- Don’t lie, we all know that’s me!” Another man seemingly materializes next to the other two. He’s slightly smaller with red hair and- you quickly gasps when he smiles your way. Gorgeous. “I’ve missed you so much JB, we all have.” The man turns and takes a step to close the distance between you. This time, your boyfriend slightly moves aside. “Hi, I’m Mark.” He shows his toothy smile again. “Jaebum’s big brother.”

You take the hand he’s holding and shake it in a daze, struggling to keep your face straight at the creepy itch the inhuman contact spreads on your skin. How many more brothers do Jaebum have?

“How odd…” Mark looks at his hand shortly, intrigued and turns to face Jaebum. “Have you been well?”

“Not really.” Everybody freezes at his words and he tugs you forward so you stand next to him this time. “But we are doing fine now.” Mark and Jinyoung nod understanding something unsaid.

“HYUNG!” You jump against Jaebum, startled when a loud voice resonates only a few centimetres away.

Another man appears a bit too close and tugs Jaebum into a forceful hug. He’s short but built and you can’t help the smile on your lips. Without warning, he brings you into a hug too, holding you tight against his large chest. Jaebum is the one who separates you both and you’re surprised when everybody laughs at his possessiveness.

“That’s Jackson.” Mark answers your silent interrogation. “I assume you’ve already met Jinyoung and Bambam…” The men nod when their names are called and Mark goes on. “This is Youngjae and the youngest Yugyeom.” He gestures two other men you haven’t noticed before, one with a soft, reserved expression and the other with a mischievous grin and yellow hair.

“It’s…” Jaebum hesitates and faces you. “My family…” You smile at him and nod; you’ve never seen him look like that. He’s excited like a small child, but also seems nervous beyond words. You stroke his back to calm him and Jackson makes teasing sounds at the action, earning himself a strong slap on the arm by Jinyoung. “This is y/n…” Most of them nod, but the lasts to arrive stare at you with burning curiosity.

“You have grown up”, Mark smiles.

“We all have”, Jaebum laughs.

“We’ve finally found you now…” Jackson is still rubbing his arm, displeased. “Let’s go home.”

You freeze.

Of course, it makes sense. Jaebum has a family that was looking for him all along. They care for him and they are reunited now. He belongs with them. He belongs home and you know damn well he isn’t from anywhere around here. Slowly, you detach yourself from his side and when your eyes scan the six men in front of you, Jinyoung and Mark turn away to avoid your gaze.

You love Jaebum. In a way, he’s your family too, so you should be happy for him. You know that, so when you meet his inquiring eyes, you force yourself to smile. You pretend everything’s okay and that you can survive losing him. Because that’s what it is, you realize. Losing Jaebum, letting him go like you did years ago, this time for good. He opens his mouth, but you stop him, feeling the tears sting the corners of your eyes.

“It’s okay. I’m okay.” He frowns when you smile, so you nod with insistence. You know very well there’s no way you can hold back the tears if this turns into a whole conversation, so you hug him instead. You wrap your arms tightly around him and bury your face in the crook of his neck, breathing him in one last time.

When you tear yourself from him, his lips are curled and he leans into you, cupping your cheeks in his hands. Jaebum’s kiss sends electricity waves through your body and you hold unto his clothes to stay on your two feet. His brothers cheer and laugh, but you don’t mind them. One of Jaebum’s hands drop to your waist while the other grips your hair and presses you strongly against him. His lips push yours apart and his tongue slips into your mouth, tasting and toying with yours. Like he forgot you aren’t alone, he groans in the kiss, needy. You two only pull apart when Jinyoung clears his throat and scratches his nape, awkward. Now all of them are dead silent, you quickly glance at their amazed expression.

“You should go now…” You murmur even though you’re still holding onto him and he rubs your noses together.

“바보야?” Jaebum asks and you frown in incomprehension; somewhere behind, his brothers chuckle. Jaebum’s stare is ardent and you wait for him to go on. He’s holding your face close to his, stroking your cheeks like to ease you. Then he softly exhales, almost a sigh and smirks.

It’s really annoying that you’re the only one who doesn’t understand it yet. Jaebum knows where he belongs now.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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