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#maccadam#transformers#poll#dinobot#beast wars#beast wars 2021#idw#they really need to use this guy more often#he was ICONIC he was UNHINGED he was a little FREAK who vored his own clone and then kinkshamed another guy for vore#literally what was wrong with him ššš#idk much about the 2021 version yet but i know hes kinda slacking in the freak department.#sad!
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hey! i was sort of reading āsomething to rely onā lyrics, and i remembered that you analyse some of miles, monkeys and tlsp songs. so, i just wanted to ask what are your thoughts on this song, cause i particularly think itās about alex or some of it. anyway, other songs from cdg can be fully about alex, but barely no one talks about this one, so i thought itād be great to discuss about it.
thereās also āadios tara taraā that i also think itās about alex, as other songs from change the show, but thatās for another time! i also love your blog, your fanfics and song analysis, theyāre always really good! ļæ½ļæ½ļæ½
sooo first of all sorry for being this late lmao this is kinda embarrassing because this ask was sent MONTHS ago maybe almost a year ago it was so long ago i literally don't remember. i'm only just answering now BUT better late than never i guess skgshdfh
(as usual don't take this too seriously lmao this is just a silly theory, i'm in no way implying it's the truth. it's just delusion o'clock)
now, if you follow me you know what i think of coup de grace as an album - and that is, the fact that it's soooo about alex it's crazy like. bro was so angry and in love and heartbroken????? and he wrote a literal masterpiece of an album????? that's iconic if you ask me
so to no one's surprise, let's follow the usual theory - them having some sort of falling out after eycte because of miles getting serious and alex consequently chickening out, which led to Peak Gay Drama Year, also known as 2018, when they both release albums that - more or less explicitly - contain images that could easily be interpreted as references to each other. something to rely on is no exception:
"crescent moon, left in my drive / all too soon, you made your point"
the reference to the moon creates a pattern, since the semantic field of astral entities is also present in songs such as killing the joke, with "interstellar, dressed in leather, drinking bitter boy" - which as we all know is one of miles' most direct lines when it comes to referencing alex, and it can easily be linked to am's own space-themed album, which miles definitely got to listen before its official release date.
opening the song with a reference to the moon could be a way of @ a certain someone, letting him know that yes, this song *is* in fact about him, if he didn't get the other billion hints in the whole album. (however, for the sake of keeping it vague, i won't be referring to him directly but rather to a ~mysterious person~) (i'm sure you get my point tho *wink wink*) [gunshots]
mentioning the moon could also be a way of referencing the ever-present theme of nighttime encounters in the entirety of mk/am/tlsp's discography: sometimes those encounters are described as fun, sometimes they mean trouble; sometimes, they leave the people involved with a sense of guilt and/or shame, on which we'll come back later and which often leads to bad decisions ("all too soon, you made your point"). in this particular case, the first image that comes to my mind is someone leaving sneakily after a (series of) one-night stands, with the song obviously being from the pov of the person being left, who also gives us a reason why they think the other person left:
"keeping off the radar, how does that make you feel? / keeping it clean, through all the things you wanted me to be / out of touch, with all the rumors i keep hearing of you / keeping off the radar, how does that make you feel?"
this person doesn't seem to want other people to know about their affair, and that's why they keep it secret; it seems that they want miles to be something he's not, or something he can't be - or maybe they ask all these things of themselves, which would maybe make it easier for them to accept the relationship going public. this person wants to keep it neat and clean, picture-perfect and fitting to everything everyone expects from them; but as much as they try to stay lowkey and not attract attention, the narrator informs us that no matter how much this person tries to hide, there's still rumors going around about them, as an individual as well as their relationship(s) with other people, most likely with the narrator too.
"all aboard the guilt train / last call before we leave / last call before we learn to love / the last call before we leave"
the line referring to guilt is insanely queer-coded and i will die on this hill because it just SCREAMS internalised homophobia, with which the other person might be struggling. it wouldn't make sense otherwise - because what would that person feel guilty about, if it were a straight-passing relationship? unless it was a cheating situation, of course... but it could be a cheating situation AND also a queer one, with this person being in another (het) relationship while having a same-sex lover (the narrator), which would give that line a double explanation. also every time i listen to this song i just can't help but think about 'all aboard the kane train' WHAT WHO SAID THAT
however, the narrator tells us that this is the "last call before we leave" - meaning, he's giving this person an ultimatum to make up their mind and decide if they want to be with him for real or not, since the latter possibility would result in him leaving - not necessarily for good, but... just trying to get over that person once and for all. at the same time, though, it's also the "last call before we learn to love" - which is incredibly soft imo, because it's him still putting trust and hope into that person and a positive decision on their part. he believes they will eventually choose to be with him, he hopes for it and trusts the other person to make the right decision, which would lead to them being together and learning how to love each other without limits nor second-guesses. the repetition of the leaving line could also be seen as a way for him to give it a new meaning compared to the first one: if they ended up together, they could leave that world based on nasty rumors and appearances, ignoring them all to just be happy together. because, after all, miles declares it openly:
"you're all that i wanted / all that i need / you're all that i wanted / you're all that i need"
i mean. does this even need an explanation. bro is down BAD
"something to rely on / something to get high on / i don't want to beg or steal, i don't want to borrow hearts / i just want to make it real / something to rely on / the making of a mystery, wishing on a falling star / i don't want to let this sadness rule my heart / your actions from the start / in spite of me insightfully inviting me to fall apart"
i left the chorus last because imo it captures perfectly the whole vibe of the song and what i think is miles' outlook on life in general: the narrator wants something stable and secure, an established relationship with the other person; he doesn't want to have to beg and argue and make it more complicated than it probably already is, he doesn't want to be a pastime or just some lover. he wants something thrilling and intense, almost addictive - but most importantly, he wants something real. this complicated situation with the other person is making them both suffer, and the other person's behaviour doesn't make it any easier; but in spite of everything, and in spite of his sense of self-preservation, he still finds himself unable and unwilling to resist them, to let them go for good. and no matter how self-destructive this might be, he doesn't want to be ruled by negative emotions; he's already fallen for them, too deep to even consider letting them go. he just keeps falling, and yeah, the outcome of their situationship might still be a mystery, but he chooses to be hopeful - "wishing on a falling star", bringing the song to a circular end by mentioning other astral entities that inevitably remind us of the "crescent moon" that opens the song. which also evokes the idea of circularity that is typical of situationships like the one described here, where the moment he seems to have made up his mind (or maybe the other person finally did?) it's like rinse and repeat, and once again they're back to square one.
#there is an underlying sense of masochism running through the whole album#him coming back to that person no matter how much they're hurting him#but there's also so much love there - he keeps coming back bc he knows that person is suffering just as much as he is#and he wants to put a stop to this useless arguments and tears and complicated feelings and just. get to be with them#because he loves them and he knows they love him just as viscerally and he wants nothing but for them to finally be happy together#which is also the exact message that comes from 'wrong side of life' and that is one of the many reasons why i adore that song#THE best miles song!#but the whole album is literally amazing i love it so much he's such a king#anyway sorry again for being so late ajxjsjfkskf and thank u for all the lovely things you said about my blog/theories/fics š„ŗšš#miles kane#coup de grace#am i tagging this as you know what. am i#...............mmmmmyeah i think i will#milex#something to rely on#my theories#once again don't take this too seriously it's just a theory i know nothing about them#all i know is they're obsessed with each other AND they were fucking raw xx#somebody sedate me!#answered
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I've got to watch Leverage again. I can not let this stupid stupid man replace Eliot š
#yeah yeah same guy technically but no#one of them is Eliot and the other one is a giant dumbass (but aww that's so cute and he's old and stupid and he needs a hug and)#but it would be very funny if he was replaced by another character played by the same guy#that doesn't usually happen. usually it just ends up being the actor and all the characters at once#but since I'm not letting myself like him... hm yeah it's weird#feels wrong somehow. which is hilarious actually. it literally doesn't matter they're all not real lol#I was about to start watching the librarians too but. can I risk that? what if I like that one too š it's already so stressful#but I'll watch it anyway. more of his face. that's all I need. if I just look at it long enough I'm sure that'll fix me :) there's no#way that'll make me worse :)#I love overthinking stupid irrelevant things š#personal
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#ahh i just finished watching the suchwita ep w/ wz and i am so š„ŗš„ŗš„ŗ#loved it very much. š„ŗš„ŗ#i know on the twt.com the lil 7s are being vile and nasty to him#which . go get better taste and a life š§š»āāļø#idk i was smiling all the way through#and i came out of it with a lot of love for mr wz#idk how you can hate him. hes literally so humble and nice like šš#like. he has every right to be confident and talk about himself#when heās literally one of the most talented and harworking out there ???#idk just if you watch that and dont end up falling in love??#then there is actually smth wrong with you ?#but yeah. im so šššššššššššššššššš#it would be cool if they did actually collab on smth one day#i would love it#anyways. regardless of what anyone else has to say#im glad he went on there š¤#i truly did win with this interaction !#personal
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okay yāall, we are jumping into this. pornstar!rafe makes a big decision. āļø (thank you to my bae @oceandriveab for her request and being so patient! š )
He had quite literally fucked you to sleep after storming off set all because he couldnāt get his dick up because he had you on his mind. He knew the decision he had to make and that was one he never thought he would ever do and that quit filming professionally. Even if he hadnāt opened up to you much at all, and he was terrified of confessing his feelings to someone he only had ever fucked, he couldnāt continue on with this career because his addiction was now you.
You should have known better than to answer the door because as you woke up the next morning with a sore body, an empty bed and no sign or explanation from Rafe. You should have expected this and him telling you he couldnāt work anymore because he couldnāt get you off his mind was a bunch of bullshit. He told you from the start he loved pussy too much to ever quit, and you should have stopped falling for him right there. You may been acting on high emotions, but you picked up your phone and began texting him.
Rafeās phone had been on silent when he had met with his agent and manager. He flat out told them that he was done and they laughed, an amused look on both of their faces. The āpussy slayerā was retiring at 30? There was no way. Everyone knew how much he loved pussy, I mean.. what else was he gonna do? Even if he hadnāt told you much about him, or knew much about you, he knew what he felt for you was enough for him to find a new purpose in life. He knew he said he needed to take baby steps because this was all new to him, but he was tired of the jealousy he constantly felt, the way he couldnāt get you off his fucking mind. He had to show you how he felt and then would let everything fall into place after, it could have been a reckless decision but he didnāt care.
āI donāt expect a relationship with you, but when you come to my house and tell me that Iām yours just to dip off without any explanation is bullshit Rafe. I canāt do these games with you anymore. You wanna focus on work so bad. Fine. So will I.ā
You had blocked him after you sent it, whether it was right or wrong. You didnāt want to, in fact it hurt you to think about Rafe not being in your life. What hurt worse though was how this man had ruined you to the point he never left your mind, that every time he shot a scene with someone else you were filled with nothing but jealousy, and that you couldnāt continue on knowing he would constantly feed you this shit so that he could get a nut in a few times a week. Your insecurities were becoming overshadowed by fear, because you had no idea what Rafe had just done.
You had a feeling you knew who it was by the heavy knocks on your door. You didnāt want to answer and you wanted to tell him to go away. Your own body betrayed you as you began walking over to the door to answer it. He better have a damn good reason on why he was here after his little Houdini act he pulled.
āYou wanna block me now?ā Rafe asked, stepping through the door without another thought.
You shrugged, arms crossed over your chest as you challenged him. āWhy does it matter Rafe? I should have never got my feelings involved with someone who only cares about fucking on camera and getting money from it.ā You told him, avoiding his gaze. Maybe it was your own fault because he didnāt know exactly how you felt, but he certainly didnāt make it easy for you. When he whispered sweet shit in your ear it made you feel like you could tell him that you were falling for him. It would then reel back to you being afraid of rejection because he would disappear, or talk about how he loved his career too much to ever quit.
āDo you even know what I was doing? I was firing my agent and my manager because I told them I was done fucking doing porn.ā He said, causing your eyes to meet his.
You didnāt believe him. There was no way the man who was obsessed with sex and couldnāt even give you a real reason on why he became a pornstar in the first place had really quit. You laughed, did he really think you were that dumb? āYou are lying. Youāve hit an all time low if you think that you can tell me something like that just to fuck me again.ā You said with a scoff.
Rafe did a lot of punk shit to try and hide his feelings from you, but this wasnāt something he would joke about. He laughed, shaking his head. āYou think Iām lying? I fuckin quit because I love you!ā He said, blurting it out before he stopped himself. It was like once he said it, he couldnāt stop the rest from flowing as he continued on. āYou donāt understand how hard this is for me! This career is the only thing I have had that has made me feel worth something because I fucked everything else up in my life. This is what made me feel invincible and that I could be somebody. I donāt have anyone else because everyone pushed me away due to my choices. Then I meet you and I donāt even fucking know you, but I feel this insane connection that absolutely terrifies me. It scares me the way I feel about you, and that I really should be taking baby steps. I.. I just canāt though. I donāt want to fuck this up like I did everything else, butā¦ I am fucking in love with you and fucking random girls on camera just to get money isnāt worth losing you over.ā He told you.
This was the first time Rafe had ever truly been honest with you and you could read it all over his face. You swallowed the lump in your throat as he stepped closer, taking you by the hands as he pulled you closer. āLet me show you.ā He whispered in the softest voice you had ever heard him use. You didnāt know what he meant by that, but there was no way you were turning him away.
No matter how much you loved the brutal sex the two of you shared and weāre sure there was more of that to come, this was an entirely new feeling you both were experiencing. He was being gentle with you for the first time, pouring every ounce of confusing emotions and feelings he had into you. He had you in a deep missionary position, his toned hips grinding into yours as he buried his head in your neck. āYou are so goddamn beautiful.ā He whispered in a breathy groan.
His cock somehow felt 10 times bigger when he went slow and it was throwing you off at how good this fucking felt. Tears streamed down your face much like the first time he had ever fucked you, but for an entirely different reason. You overwhelmed by love, clinging onto him life a lifeline as you were afraid to let him go. He had ruined you for any other man and right now you were perfectly fine with that. āRafeā¦ you feel so fucking good..ā You whimpered, your eyes rolling back at a little as his tip kept brushing over your g-spot.
Rafe groaned into your smooth skin, his lips traveling across your collarbone and across your jaw line until he met your eyes. He knew he must have really been in love with you because he had never made love and didnāt know he was capable of such a thing. He knew his nasty side was inevitable but he really was determined to show you that he was serious about this.
āYeah baby, say my fuckin name. Thatās yours to say. All yoursā¦ my sweet angel.ā His words firm but genuine as his lips ghosted over yours. The way you made him feel was better than any drug or any career, and he knew no matter how scary this was for him, you were his girl without a doubt.
The tears flowed even more as he said that, your eyes falling into his ocean ones as his cock explored every inch of you. Your lower tummy fluttered and head spun as you felt an insane orgasm approaching. āRafeā¦ youāre gonna make me cum. Please donāt stop.. please.ā You nearly begged him, manicured nails digging into the skin of his back.
Rafe had always prided himself for being able to go many rounds before cumming. He was so overwhelmed with love, that he knew he was wasnāt going to last long. āIām not baby, I fuckin got you. Yeah? Cum all over my cock.ā He whispered against your lips before pulling you in for a deep kiss.
You couldnāt help but sob at his words, trying your best to focus on the kiss as your orgasm started to take over. You screamed his name, not caring who heard, as this moment was way too important. You shuddered against him, wrapping your legs around his waist to trap him in as his thrusts started to get sloppy. He didnāt know what you had done to him, but he found himself going back to whisper in your ear as he started slowly coming undone. āIām gonna fuckin fill you up baby, this is all for you..ā He breathed out, voice rugged as his nuts tightened and eyes rolled back at your cunt still squeezing him in.
Rafeās groans were sweet music to your ears as his seed warmed your insides, this time followed by a gentle raspy voice whispering against your skin. āI love you..ā He told you, the butterflies hitting your belly and your face breaking out into a beautiful smile.
āI love you.ā You whispered back.
Rafe hadnāt said that to someone or heard it back since before he had lost his family. This was the first girl he had ever felt this way about and while the two of you may have been jumping into something that was unclear and had a lot of questions that needed to be answered, he knew this was all worth it.
#rafe cameron#pornstar!rafe#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron prompt#rafe cameron blurb#rafe cameron concepts#rafe concepts#outerbanks rafe#rafe outer banks#drew starkey#drew starkey x reader#drew starkey smut#obx#obx smut#outer banks
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seventeen & touch-starved s/o (hhu ver.)
an / entirely written for a friend of mine but here. also whoever is reading this i love u have a good day ššššššššššš
vocal unit ver.
SEUNGCHEOL.
bear hugs that are somehow simultaneously gentle but also tight
props his chin on your head/shoulder
murmurs in your ear a couple times to make sure youāre alright
āhello?ā
āhi,ā you say softly into the phone. āum. itās me.ā
you can hear the smile in your boyfriendās voice when he replies. āhi, baby. everything okay?ā
āyeah!ā you respond, too quickly with a voice pitched slightly too high. āeverythingās fine! justā¦ gonna go to bed now, i think.ā
āiām on my way home right now.ā cheol answers the unasked question with ease. ādonāt worry, baby, youāll get your cuddles.ā
which is why heās unsurprised when youāre waiting by the door the moment he arrives home, clad in your pyjamas with a freshly-washed face, flinging your arms around his neck the moment he crosses the threshold.
WONWOO.
will quite literally let u do anything
most patient man fr
his hands, his hair, his thigh ā itās free real estate (but only for you)
itās nearing 1 in the morning when you start missing wonwooās touch.
heās not far, just on soonyoungās couch. dinner had turned quickly into drinking games ā youād sat out, instead volunteering to clean the kitchen with vernon and jihoon. which was nice and fun and whatever, but as you sidle up to where wonwooās sitting on the sofa, you feel the sudden intense urge to justā¦ cling.
thatās how you end up next to him, with his large hands in yours, you fiddling with his fingers, tracing his palm lines ā comparing hand sizes and stroking his knuckles. he doesnāt even flinch, just listening to jeonghanās story and nodding in all the right places; at some point, he even raises your joined hands to his lips and brushes a kiss over your knuckles, leaving you blushing with the slightest smirk tilting his lips.
MINGYU.
will drop everything to give you the hugs that you need and deserve (and i mean EVERYTHING)
good luck trying to get him to let go
the things iād do to be hugged by himā¦ those arms probably feel like the safest place in the world
itās been one of those days ā long and tiring and just wrong. which is why when mingyu hugs you in greeting as you step inside, it takes you all of two seconds to burst into tears.
ābaby? are you ā oh, sweetheart,ā he gasps, as you start to shake into his chest. ādonāt cry. cāmere. my baby, what is it? what happened?ā
you canāt do anything but blubber helplessly, but he doesnāt mind in the slightest, pressing loving kisses everywhere he can reach. his arms stay around you the entire time, as he guides you to the couch, pulls you into his lap and soothes you with gentle touches and quiet murmurs. before he eventually starts cracking jokes ā āiāll buy out your company and never make you work again, if you want.ā ā and ordering your favourite takeout.
VERNON.
lets you do anything to him (2)
heās so funny i feel like sometimes heās just calling you dude but also he might just come out with the smoothest shit right when you donāt expect it
probably fiddles with your hair when he hold you
āvernon?ā
āmm?ā he glances up from him phone to find you standing in the doorway of the bedroom with round, pleading eyes. he knows immediately that you want something, and also knows immediately that heāll grant you whatever it is. he always does, when you look at him like that.
you hesitate. ācan i get a hug?ā
as if heād ever deny you that. he slides off the bed in one fluid motion, opening his arms and dropping his phone. āof course. come here.ā
about a minute later, he attempts a pull away ā you whine and tighten your arms, speaking into his shirt with a muffled plea. ājust ā a little longer? please?ā
āas long as you want. iāve got all day for you, baby.ā
#seventeen x reader#seventeen fluff#seventeen fic#seventeen imagines#seventeen headcanons#wonwoo x reader#wonwoo fluff#wonwoo comfort#seungcheol fluff#seungcheol x reader#seungcheol comfort#mingyu fluff#mingyu comfort#mingyu x reader#vernon fluff#vernon comfort#vernon x reader
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ššššššš šš šššš'š šš
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one piece social media + dating feat: sabo
ć asl brothers completed
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_ynln: ur gf or ramen, pick one
tagged: saaaa_bo
saaaa_bo: the answer is obvious
ā³ saaaa_bo: ramen š
ā³ ace: wrong.
ā³ ace: the correct answer is me š¤©š¤©
ā³ marco_o: said absolutely no one
ā³ _ynln: @saaaa_bo surely this is grounds for a break up š«¤
lalalakoala: okay we get it, you have a boyfriend
p1rateking_luffy: YOU GUYS GOT RAMEN WITHOUT ME?????!!!!??! ā¹ļøā¹ļø
ā³ _ynln: sorry luf, i'll bring you next time!
ā³ saaaa_bo: no wtf we are not bringing luffy, i'm gonna go broke and he's gonna eat our share
ā³ ace: im gonna have to agree with sabo
ā³ p1rateking_luffy: š
ā³ lovenami: nah sabo you're so real for that (liked by saaaa_bo)
ā³ marco_o: @ace you are literally the LAST person who can say that
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_ynln: applications for a new bf linked in my bio.
[music: traitor - Olivia Rodrigo ā«]
tagged: saaaa_bo
blackleg.sanji: I APPLIED ā¼ļøā¼ļøā¼ļø
blackleg.sanji: HOW MANY CAN I SEND IN?!
blackleg.sanji: WILL I BE NOTIFIED IF I MAKE IT IN THE WAITLIST?
ā³ theroronoa.zoro: the only notification you're gonna get is one from the police
saaaa_bo: WOWW JUST CAUSE I CHOSE RAMEN OVER YOU š¤Øš¤Ø
ā³ _ynln: girls gotta do what she's gotta do
ā³ _ynln: OMG SABO YOU APPLIED? I LOVE YOU SO MUCH OMG STOP šš
ā³ saaaa_bo: wtv loser.
lovenami: omg you should've made them transfer you five dollars to apply
ā³ _ynln: nami ur trying to pimp me out huh šš«µ
lovenami: you're so gorg yn. (liked by saaaa_bo)
ā³ _ynln: i miss u sm namiiii š
nefertari_vivi: OMG STOP UR SO PRETTY I LOVE UUU
ā³ _ynln: šš
ace: why is everyone happy EXCEPT ME (liked by saaaa_bo)
ā³ marco_o: give me five minutes and i'll dm u a list of reasons (liked by _ynln, saaa_bo, p1rateking_luffy)
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priv.ynn: blocking him on this acc so he doesn't see this but omg this is so cute, koala caught him trying to buy gifts for me <333
ace: yo wtf why isn't he getting me prada š¤Ø
ace: ALSO WHAT DID HE BUY DAMN THAT BAG IS HUGE
ā³ priv.ynn: IDK I RLLY WANT TO KNOW
lalalakoala: you guys are so cute together it makes me want to die š„±
lovenami: DAMNN GIRLY UR SO LUCKY (liked by priv.ynn)
ā” liked by p1rateking_luffy, _ynln and 8.2k others
saaa_bo: public service announcement: my gf is the best. i love her sm. she is so beautiful, i am so lucky to be hers <3
tagged: _ynln
p1rateking_luffy: HEHE my future sister in law is so pretty (liked by ace, p1rateking_luffy)
ā³ _ynln: AWWW LUFFY YOU'RE SO SWEET LOVE U šš
_ynln: SABO STOP
_ynln: YOURE MAKING ME FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU ALL OVER AGAIN YOU IDIOT š¤š
ā³ saaaa_bo: does this mean i won the boyfriend application?
ā³ _ynln: there was no competition šŖ
nicorobin: pretty girl
ā³ saaaa_bo: i agree āļø
ā³ _ynln: YOU GUYS STOP IT IUBWVCEI
lalalakoala: think u feel lonely? spend the night third wheeling these guys and see how u feel then šš
ā³ _ynln: KOALA WE TRIED SETTING YOU UP W SO MANY PEOPLE YOU'RE JUST PICKY
ā³ lalalakoala: š„±š„±
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_ynln: top scoring appplicant 1ļøā£
tagged: saaaa_bo
saaaa_bo: pretty woman
saaaa_bo: hell yeah šŖš„š„
ace: yn check ur dms i sent u uggo photos of sabo as a kid
ā³ _ynln: LMFAOOO???
ā³ saaaa_bo: ACE YOU'RE LITERALLY PRAYING ON MY DOWNFALL
ā³ saaaa_bo: ALSO I WAS NEVER AN UGLY KID
ā³ ace: sorry couldn't hear that over that tooth gap of urs š„±
ā³ p1rateking_luffy: HAHAHAHA YOU'RE SO FUNNY ACE
ā³ saaaa_bo: š
ā³ _ynln: HAHAHA NOOOO SABO WAS SO CUTE ā¼ļø
ā³ ace: everyone she's being held at gunpoint (liked by _ynln)
ā³ saaaa_bo: šš
blackleg.sanji: NOOOOOO
blackleg.sanji: gotta respect sabo for treating you well gorgeous queen (liked by saaaa_bo)
lalalakoala: omg im literally gonna have to block u
#luffy x reader#one piece#one piece headcanons#one piece x reader#one piece smau#one piece imagine#one piece fluff#smau#sanji x reader#one piece headcannons#ace x reader#sabo x reader#zoro x reader#monkey d luffy#roronoa zoro x reader#sabo x y/n
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king of my heart | smau
pairings: lando norris x fem!reader | pato o'ward x fem!reader
summary: y/n is an F1 content creator loved among the grid and the fans, and more than one person ships her with lando due to how close they've always been. but when y/n goes to her first IndyCar race, the last thing she expects is being involved in rumours with another mclaren driver.
warnings: love triangle? kinda.
author's note: i might turn this into a mini series but i'll see how it goes. btw english it's not my first language so if there's any grammatical error please let me know so i can fix it, tyš§” now enjoy!
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patriciooward INDY500 colors and back in the streeetzš¤©
user1 lookin' gooooodš„
arrowmclaren it'll look even better with confetti covering itš user2 admin knows a win is coming!! šŖ
user3 Este es tu aƱo, cabrĆ³n! VAMOOOOS š²š½
user4 is it a requirement to be handsome to drive in mclaren? cause daaaamn
user5 same girl, same
yourusername black is the new papaya fr š„ can't wait for tomorrow!
patriciooward hopefully you'll be wearing #5 user6 OMG?!?!!!??? yourusername can't show favoritism! i'm a professional, sir patriciooward it can be our secret then š user7 OH MY- HELLOOOOO? user8 landonorris come get your girl bro!!! user9 omfg mr o'ward i wasn't familiar with your game user10 y/n sweety, wrong mclaren driver landonorris š¤Ø user11 she really said i want a mclaren, don't care which oneš user12 and she's so real for that
user13 let's goooo Pato!! š¦š§”
user14 y/n and pato's exchange?? NEW SHIP HAS ARRIVED!
user15 i feel like i'm betraying my roots but pato and y/n would be the it couple fr user16 SO TRUE user17 pato and lando deserve sooo much better.
user18 NOT LANDO REPLYING TO THE COMMENT šš
user19 f1twt is about to have a blast with this one šæ user20 they already have #teampato and #teamlando hashtags going on šš
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yourusername First IndyCar race ā
can't explain how incredible this weekend was! Iāve had the pleasure of chatting to so many cool people, discovering so much about this series and meeting so many of you! š§” can't wait to show you everything soon š
user1 what a babeeeee š
frosenqvist so great to meet you! hope you come to another one again soon! š
arrowmclaren we second this! user2 she's an indy girl now š tkanaan especially after all the fun we had last nightš yourusername oh i'll definitely come back for more races (and parties ofcš) user3 she's part of the family now! love to see it user4 mclaren team š¤ us: being in love with y/n
user5 PATO INTERVIEW??!! WE WON
lissiemackintosh so happy to have met you!! š
yourusername can't wait to see u again š„¹ user6 MY FAVES š¤©š¤© user7 girls supporting girls š user8 we need a colab!
landonorris y/n get out of there. That's not your family!
carlossainz55 y/n please hurry, the kid has missed you maxverstappen1 y/n please hurry, we can't stand him anymore maxfewtrell y/n please hurry, he gets whiny when you're not around alex_albon y/n please hurry, oscar is about to commit crime oscarpiastri that is correct, so please y/n hurry landonorris when i asked y'all to back me up, this is NOT what i meant š yourusername if it helps at all, i've miss you all š«¶ (except Lando) landonorris i hate y'all fr user9 this is the kind of content i pay my internetĀ bill for š
user10 literal queen š
user11 she couldn't become lando's wag so now she goes to indy to try to find a man lol such a clout chaser
user12 girl stfu she's literally just doin her job user13 try not to sound so bitter next time š user14 get a life, hater
user15 MOTHER IS MOTHERING
user16 i don't think we're talking enough about that last photo
user17 RIGHT?! Y/N X PATO LET'S GOO user18 nah y/n x lando >>>>>>>>
patooward Indy looks good on you šÆ i wonder who took that amazing first pic
yourusername credits to you, amateurš user19 you can't convince me they're not flirting user20 i truly don't know if i wanna be pato or y/n... i only know i'd hate to be lando rn š user21 y/n and lando are the endgame user22 Y/N X PATO TILL THE END
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sooo.... y'all want part 2?
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A Fernando Alonso x driver!reader Insta AU
A/N: Uh, so... I'm sorry about the almost year long wait to get part two out. Shit happens. Please enjoy, and hopefully I won't take as long to get part three out!
Part One
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f1: Enjoying the break before Monza! š
yourusername: going to be rested and better than ever :)
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yourusername: you too!! good luck at le mans!
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yourusername: It was great! Not enough Mercedes, though.
scuderiaferrari: We may not have Mercedes but at least we have taste. š«¶
yourusername: @charles_leclerc come get your team
fanaccount9: sheās so pretty and talented, how come she gets all the luck š
user722: who took those photos, y/n?
fanaccount12: i wish i knew!!
user413: whoever it is knows how to take good pictures of her. heās already a 10/10 in my book
fanaccount5: y/n you canāt post this and act like that story never existed
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mercedesamgf1: You deserve to have fun after that podium!
yourusername: I am your favorite after all :) lewishamilton: Rude and wrong.
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fanaccount7: NOT THE ASTON MARTIN FRONT AND CENTER IN THE SECOND PIC
user836: not a Mercedes in sight šš fanaccount9: thereās no point in even confirming her and lances relationship anymore everything is literally right here
user937: This post is incredibly inappropriate. Your job is to driveānot to encourage stupid and demeaning rumors about you dating another driver. Grow up.
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šššššššššššš ā part one
nonidol!ji changmin x f!reader
messing around with demonic rituals isn't exactly how you imagined getting bound to changmin's soul. (note to self: salt circles don't work when you draw the pentagram inside it...)
ā· genre, warnings. f2l, technically a college au, demon au (it's different from night terrors i swear. also it's not as intense lol), comedy, suspense/mystery, swearing (a lot... sorry š), drinking, low fantasy/supernatural elements, mentions of chronic illness, mentions of rituals and pentagrams, self induced soulmates? š¤ but ofc š, kissing, mentions of blood, very small amount of violence (like one scene), what is a mfking slow burn like who needs to take their time w falling in love i sure don't š¤·š»āāļø, one allusion to death
ā· part word count. 16.3k out of 34.8k / read part two here
ā· inspired by. incantations (composed by richard meyer) it's not like,,, the fic's "soundtrack" or anything. i just think it sounds cool lol
this is my submission for deoboyznet's boyz who bite event! HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!
a/n: i'm telling u that i resisted the idea of another demon changmin au for ONE WHOLE MONTH. i went through THREE OTHER IDEAS BEFORE FALLING BACK ON THIS DRAFT. I SWEAR. so pls reblog + comment + enjoy! :') and thank u to @justalildumpling as usual for reading this for me šš
PART I: THE CATALYST
THERE WERE WORSE WAYS TO GO OUT, you supposed. However, the paranormal wasn't often a subject you frequented, so sitting atop an ashy-white pentagram wasn't exactly how you expected to be spending a Friday night.
āChangmin, you're always hooting about this shit,ā Juyeon said as he peered over his shoulder at the boy lurking in the far corner of the living room. āAre you seriously all bark and no bite?ā
No one really paid attention to Changmin's response besides you and Juyeon (kind ofāhe was busy lighting the candles). Technically, it was a new behavior; Changmin was usually the one obsessed with horror movies and the paranormal, constantly getting you all to participate in Halloween horror nights and haunted houses, and bringing his beloved (cursed) Chucky doll to any and every group movie night. But now that you were finally acting on his demonic big talk, all of that stuff and nonsense dissipated like the snuffing out of a candle.
A shadow fell across his face. āI already warned you guys. This isn't something you should be toying around with.ā
āIt's a Ouija boardāwhat could go wrong?ā Shuhua wrinkled her nose as she began tapping out a circle of salt around your body and the pentagram on the floor. āI saw them on sale at Toys R Us for half off.ā
Because you were the last one to arrive tonight, you were chosen as the sacrifice. It wasn't really fair because this was literally Juyeon and Changmin's apartment, but it didn't matter much in the end. You didn't believe in this stuff and it wasn't your salt being wasted. (You were also exempt from venmoing Hyunjae a portion of the paycheck he spent buying candles and chalk. Save fifteen bucks and sit on a pentagram in a salt circle? Why the fuck not.)
āDon't we need to draw blood or something?ā you asked, half joking.
āNo.ā Changmin's expression somehow grew even darker. Your eyes widened slightly; you'd never seen him so serious. āAbsolutely not. Do you want this to turn out worse?ā
āChangmin, dude, you gotta chill, man.ā Hyunjae dumped the Ouija board he'd dug out of his parentsā attic onto the floor next to you, just outside the salt circle.
Shuahua squawked. āOy! You're ruining my perfect circle!ā
āJust redo it, dumbass!ā
āYou redo it, asshat,ā she growled back, tapping out some salt to finish it.
Juyeon, as if to placate your friend, said to Changmin, āThe salt will protect her.ā
You blinked. āOh, that's what it's for?ā You could've sworn that was what the candles were for, but again, you didn't believe in this, so why would you know a thing about it?
Changmin's face hit the palms of his hands with a resounding slap. āAbsolutely not. You can't have Yn in the circle if she doesn't even know what the Hell is going on.ā
āSo do you wanna be in the circle?ā
His left eye seemed to twitch as he cocked his head to the side. Something about that movement made a shiver crawl down your spine. The sensation was akin to watching a predator consider its prey from the brushā¦ but that wasn't right. Changmin was all dimpled smiles and goofy shenanigans and twinning with his horror doll child. There wasn't anything remotely scary about him, unless you made him mad (you hadn't yet). So why were your inner alarms screaming for you to run? āThat's actually not a bad ideaāā
āOkay!ā Hyunjae called his hands together. āLet's get started, shall we?ā
The thoughts were brushed beneath the dusty rug in your head. You shrugged at Changmin. āToo late, I guess.ā
You thought you heard him mutter out something under his breath in frustration, but you didn't understand the language.
All of your other friends began to gather on the side of the circle where the Ouija board was. You weren't even sure what all the pomp and circumstance was for, but Changmin didn't seem up to correct anything. He continued to sulk in the corner with his arms folded over his chest, eyes shaded by the brim of his cap as he stared onward.
Hyunjae's eyes fluttered closed as he, Juyeon, and Shuhua placed their fingers upon the planchette. āTo the spirits who may be here in this room with usāā
āAnd demons,ā Shuhua murmured.
A choked sound came from Changmin's side of the room.
Your eyes flickered open and saw him rub a hand down his face as if he was stressed.
āWe are opening the veil between your world and ours,ā Hyunjae continued. āMy name is Hyunjae, and with me are Shuhua, Yn, Juyeon, and Changmin.ā
Shuhua inhaled shallowly. āIs there someone here with us?ā
The apartment was consumed in a dead silence as the five of you waited. You sat cross-legged in your ring of salt, cheek resting against your fist. Your eyes were drifting to half-mastāitād been a long day for you, and considering it was approaching midnight already, it was about time you went to bed.
āWe brought you a sacrifice,ā Hyunjae said. āWe were wondering if you could tell us your name.ā
A chilling breeze brushed past your cheeks and you glanced up, expecting the air conditioning to have caused it. There was no vent above you, however. Strange.
You wrung your hands in your lap. āYou could possess me if you'd like.ā
Your eyes joined your friendsā as you all pinned your gazes to the Ouija board. The planchette remained still.
After a beat, your patience ran thin, and you sat up to lean back on your handsāwasn't something supposed to happen?
The amber glow from the candles in the living room wavered violently. In your surprise, your fingers grated against the salt and hardwood as you nearly fell backward. You yanked your hand back to you at the sting.
The bodies in the room went taut, speechless.
A gust of windāsomething impossible in this enclosed spaceāwhipped past you in a wide circle. The salt circle was no more, the candle flames were snuffed.
You sat stiff as a board. For a moment, you could swear you felt some invisible, foreign weight rest upon your chest. It sank deep into you, a phantom hand reaching into your body as if to latch onto your very soul.
Ba bump ba bump ba bump, your heart drummed wildly in your chest.
Howls and gasps of delight were drowned out by the blood in your ears; they were sounds of awe from your friends. You placed your hand over your sternum in the dark to feel for that unseen force, but there was nothing.
The room flooded with warm light. It chased away the shadows to the furthest corners.
You glanced up and saw Juyeon at the light switch with a boyish grin stretched across his lips. āThat was crazy! Yn, how do you feel?ā
Eyes darted to you.
The pentagram beneath you was smudged, the white chalk staining your pants and your hands. You managed a smile, and then a slow nod. What you felt earlier was probably nothing.
āI'm good,ā you chirped. You glanced over at Changmin in the corner, his eyes still shaded by the brim of his cap, but with the muscle in his jaw clenched. Why? Why did you look at him? You couldn't fathom why survival instinct had you encoded to turn toward that which was capable of your demise. āYeah, I'm good.ā
A yawn tore through you as you stepped into your darkened apartment. Your hand fumbled for the light switch and you tucked your shoes away on the rack, before depositing your keys onto the table with a noisy clatter. The remainder of your time spent at Juyeon and Changmin's had been spent cleaning up the failed ritual, and you hit the road as soon as it was over.
Your roommates were all out for the night, so the apartment was cold and quiet as you stumbled down the hall to your bedroom. Compared to your friends, you'd left rather quickly because of a text you'd received from Lee Chan, a good friend of yours and former neighbor from childhood. His home life hadn't been the most spectacular, so you and he became fast friends during the moments after school when you hung out on your front lawn.
He'd swung by your apartment earlier to drop off banana muffins, but you hadn't been home. I'm home now! But you can totally come by in the morning instead, you texted him after setting your backpack down and peeling off your jacket.
As you sat in the dim gold illuminating from your desk lamp, the pressure in your chest returned. You could feel your heart pick up speed in your ribcage and you lifted your finger up to your mouth to suck on the dollop of blood that had welled to the surface. It was a small scratch from when the candles went outāyour own clumsinessābut it was nothing a My Little Pony bandaid couldn't fix.
A featherweight sensation drifted over your arm, and you slapped your palm over it as if to catch whatever invisible insect crawled atop your skin.
There was nothing though.
You glanced over at the window to your right. The sky outside was an unpeculiar ebony riddled with the white speckles of distant stars. No breeze drifted in from outdoors and you double-checked that the window was closed.
You startled as your phone vibrated on top of your desk.
dino!!: oh it's okay! i have dance practice early in the morning, so i'd rather bother you while ur still awake haha dino!!: i'll be by in about 10ish min if that's cool? your phone: sounds good lol and tysm :ā)) love mingyu's banana muffins
You smiled to yourself at the thought of those delicious pastries. Chan's friend Mingyu baked whenever he was stressed, and he usually gave out the results of his stress-bakes to friends. The first time you'd tasted his banana chip muffins was the closest you would ever get to heaven on Earth.
āI'm glad he makes you smile at least.ā
Your phone clattered to the floor, your physical body leaping five feet in the air as your soul flew out of its encasing. Everything in you jolted like one, big heart palpitation, and your wide eyes took in the sight of a person standing by your window.
Ji fucking Changmin had nary an apology on his lips for scaring the everloving Hell out of you. It was as if he hadn't even moved out of his position at his apartment: the crossed arms, the tense posture, the clenched jaw.
Except, his eyebrow was cocked this time, unamused by your very valid fear.
āOh, fuck you.ā You braced your palms against your bed as you stood opposite from him. āFuck you, fuck you, and fuck you.ā
āI got it the first time.ā
You could have blown steam out of your ears. āWhat the fuck are you doing in my room, you creep?ā
He raised his palms up, finally breaking pose. āI know what this looks likeāā
āYou know what this looks like?ā You let out a scoff, throwing your arm out in wild gesticulation to match the throttle of your heartbeat. āThis looks like Edward Cullen in Twilight, except this isn't a movie, you're not Robert Parkinson, and you just climbed up a five story building!ā
Changmin stepped forward, and you took a very obvious step back. He exhaled, pressing his lips together. āOkay, I deserve that,ā he muttered.
āNo shit. I should call the cops on you, friend or not. What is the matter with you?ā You had known Changmin for as long as your college career thus far. The five of you had met in the freshman dorms and stuck together like a package deal since. You were all quite close, and you'd spent more than your fair share of quality time with Changmin.
But thisānothing could warrant this behavior.
āI need to talk to you about something important.ā
You enclosed your palms around your arms, defensive. āThen you call or text or use the front door. My window was lockedāā
āThe lock on your window should be the least of your concerns,ā he huffed. There was a firmness in his voice and behind his words, and a matching gleam of desperation in his face. He pressed his fingers against your bedspread and the air seemed to still.
That phantom breeze had returned and it drifted against your arm. It came accompanied by the weight in your chest. āWhat,ā you stammered, ādo you mean?ā
He glanced away then, that tension seizing his shoulders again. He scratched his jaw seemingly at odds with words. āThe ritual that happened tonightā¦ that was real.ā
You paused. āYou have got to be shitting me.ā
āI'm not.ā
āChangmin, I'm way too exhausted to deal with your pranks right now. If tonight was all an elaborate thing you guys did to get back at me for waking you up at 4AMāā
āYn.ā The tone of his voice made you stop. It made you think. You considered the graveness of his expression differently; you had never seen him so serious. It was jarring. āI am being incredibly serious. The thing that happened to you tonight? That was a summoning ritual, and you were actually put into contact with Hell.ā
You remained quiet, unknowing of how to answer. All logic in your brain was countering his statements profuselyāit wasn't possible. There was no way something as little as chalk, salt, and candles could open up a portal to Hell.
At your lack of response, Changmin continued, āTonight, a line to Hell was opened. The ritual was meant to contact a demonic entity. Usually, ritualists use it to make deals and bargains with whoever answers the call. The human linkāthe 'sacrificeāā āhe looked at you pointedlyā āis one half of the signing party responsible for fulfilling whatever the bargain is.ā
A shudder rattled down your spine at what he revealed to you. This had to be a joke, you thought. This could not be real. But every time you looked at Changmin, the expression on his face did not change and his voice did not waver.
You swallowed, hard. āSo,ā you said finally, your voice barely a whisper, āyou're sayingā¦ā
A lone nod. āYou made contact with a demon tonight.ā He paused for a beat, something warring behind his eyes. āYou made contact with me.ā
What. You sputtered out a laugh.
Changmin released a small, but sharp exhale, patiently waiting for you to let your giggles out. There were undoubtedly better ways to reveal it, but any way would still evoke such a reaction from you.
āOkay, now I know you're fucking with me,ā you said with the lingering curl of a smile on your face. āYou're saying that you're a demon?ā
He seemed to weigh an idea in his head for a millisecond before caving. He flicked his chin out toward you. āYou cut yourself tonight?ā
You flinched and instinctively curled your right hand, your other fingers running over the small slice in your index finger. āWhat?ā
āCome on. Let me see.ā At your balking, he lifted up his hand. āI bet you I have a matching mark.ā
Your eyes narrowed. āWhat hand and where?ā
āRight hand. Index.ā
āThis doesn't count because that's the most predictable hand and finger.ā
He rolled his eyes. āYn, don't be silly. I literally have the same mark.ā
Slowly, he stepped his way around the bed to your side, stopping only close enough where you could inspect his hand from a distance. Lo and behold, the flesh of his index finger was neatly sliced open, slightly diagonal in the top right quadrant of the fingerāexactly where yours was.
The breeze returned like a cool breath, gentle against your cheek, as you raised your eyes to meet his again. The horror in your gaze must have confirmed that he'd convinced you of whoānoāwhat he was.
āSo what does this mean exactly?ā you asked him. There were no giggles this time.
Changmin sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. āWe are now bound via soul,ā he said and extended his hand out slightly. His fingers curled inward and he gave a tugging motion level with your chest, and something deep within you moved.
Your eyes went as wide as a full moon. āWhat the Hellā¦ā
āThat's the line we're connected by.ā
āI'm on a leash?ā
Changmin glanced toward the ceiling as if mentally counting to three, then took a breath. āNot a leash; it's just a line. That's what was created between us when I became the demon on the other end and you spilled your blood on the pentagram. It doesn't mean we're restrained to stay within physical proximity of one another, but it does mean that you can't run away and hide from me.ā
You shuddered. āThat sounds scary.ā
āIt would be if you didn't fulfill your end of a bargain, but you never made a bargain.ā He lifted his baseball cap up to card a hand through his blond hair before replacing the hat on his head. āWhich basically means that we're stuck like this. We are emotionally and metaphysically bound to one another.ā
There were a lot of words that had been said over the past few minutes, and most of them were difficult to wrap your head around. The worst truth of all was the brief, but very real sensation you had felt when Changmin had tugged on the invisible link between the two of you. That weight on your chest from earlierā¦ had that been the ābondā settling into place?
āHow could sitting on a chalk pentagram evenā āyou waved your hands around as you attempted to formulate wordsā āhow was all of that possible? I thought Ouija boards were fucking toys?ā
āI told you guys that you shouldn't play around with those things.ā
āWell, how the Hell were we supposed to know this was going to happen?ā you countered. The four of you had done some innocent fooling around, and now, you were āemotionally and metaphysically boundā to Changmin. Whatever the fuck that meant.
Changmin sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. āWe can undo it. I think.ā
You think? āHow?ā
āIāI need to do some research,ā he said with a grimace. āI've never heard about instances like this and I didn't think it was even possible. I thought I could just intercept the callāā
Intercept the call? You shook your head. āI need you to start from the beginning, but slowly, as if you're speaking to a five year old.ā
He opened his mouth to retort, then stopped abruptly.
A change in expression flickered across his face. It was brief, almost instinctual. You swore it looked like mild irritation, but it was gone before you could be sure. āYou should probably answer the door.ā
āAnswer the what?ā
You nearly yelped at the sound of loud knocking at the apartment door. Confusion pummeled you first, then you were swearing. āChan.ā You forgot he was stopping by.
āI'll be right back,ā you said, moving toward the bedroom door.
āItās fine. I need to go looking for answers.ā Changmin stopped you before you went out, and you couldn't suppress the violent shudder when the invisible line in your chest pulled taut. āAnd Yn? Don't do anything stupid.ā
You made a face at him from over your shoulder. āI'm already soul-bound to you by accident. How much more stupid can this get?ā
He threw his hand up in the air. āJust don't do anything Hyunjae or Shuhua would do. Actually, just don't tell any of them about what I just told you.ā
Why not? You were about to ask when you heard Chan's voice at the door calling out to you. Another swear fell from your mouth and you rushed out into the hallway to rip the door off its hinges.
Chan startled as it opened, his eyes going wide like a deer's in the bright hallway lights. There was a loose blue hoodie hanging over his green dinosaur pajama pants. He had his phone in his hands along with a paper bag undoubtedly carrying the legendary banana muffins. āOh, hi. Sorry, is someone here with you? I thought I heard another voice.ā
You braced a hand around the doorframe. Don't tell anyone. āAh,ā you winced, the lie curling up your tongue, āI was just on a call with a friend and he wouldn't shut up. Sorry about the wait.ā
āNo, it's no worries,ā he insisted with a classic, easygoing smile. It made the adrenaline in your veins calm somewhat. Chan had always been a good presence to be around. There was something perpetually warm about his persona that made you want to stay in his orbit. āOh, right!ā He handed you the bag. āThese are all yours. Mingyu says to let him know how they taste this time around, as always.ā
As you accepted the bag, your face lit up like a Hollywood billboard. āI can guarantee that they will taste as divine as always. Tell him thanks for meā āyou glanced up sheepishly from the paper bagā āand also, thanks for stopping by. I wish I was home earlier so you didn't have to drive all the way back.ā
You didn't realize your face had contorted into a grimace. If only you had come straight home instead of indulging your friendsā curiosity tonight. Then, you would have been here with the banana muffins and one less soul-bond to worry about; and you would have been none the wiser to the fact that one of your college friends was a demonic entity.
Hadn't Changmin mentioned that you were now emotionally and metaphysically bound? Did that mean he could feel your emotions?
The smile had long since slipped from your face, but now your hands grew cold. When you got your muffins just now, did he knowā
āYn?ā You perked up at the sound of your name. Chan's hand froze midair, then retracted back to his pocket. Concern shone on his face as stark as day. āAre you okay? You look like you just forgot you have something due tonight,ā he chuckled half-heartedly, but the sheen in his eyes told a different story.
āOh.ā You forced out a laugh. āI'm fine! Yeah, I was just reminded of something. Actuallyāuhm, I shouldn't hold you up for any longer. It's getting late.ā
Chan stared at you for a moment longer, and for that seemingly infinitesimal second, you feared he could see the invisible knot tied to your ribcage. āRight,ā he said suddenly while shaking his head. āYou should get some sleep.ā
Your hand reached for the doorknob. āThanks for dropping by again.ā
āWaitā āhis palm pressed against the door to keep you from closing itā āare you sure you're okay?ā
It was as if your guilt was written in plain words across your forehead: No! I just became magically handcuffed to one of my demonic friends! And I also sat in a pentagram salt circle less than two hours ago! Please help me!
You channeled all your energy into a convincing smile. āYes, I promise I'm okay. Have a good night, Chan.ā
It was enough. That easygoing beam graced your eyes once more and he took his hand back. āOkay,ā he said, āgood night.ā He waved to you as he turned on the ball of his foot, and you waited until he turned the corner before closing the door.
Your entire body deflated as you let out a rather dramatic sigh. That sigh turned into a loud groan, which eventually escalated into a borderline scream.
Like a woman possessed (would possession have been a better outcome than this?), you slunk back into your bedroom with your treasures in your grasp. āHey,ā you muttered as you kicked the door closed, āI'mā¦ back.ā
The room was vacant. Not a trace of the blond demon could be found.
āSon of a gun.ā You settled into your desk chair and pulled out one of Mingyu's stress-baked muffins. As you peeled the parchment wrapper from the muffin's bottom half, you attempted to process all that had occurred within the past two hours. Every time you rewound the events, you met the same dozen or so questions. If only Changmin were still here to answer them, but he mentioned something about going off to answer questions of his own, including ones pertaining to undoing this rather inconvenient situation youād found yourselves in.
āHe should have stopped us,ā you garbled between bites of banana chip muffin.
Your chewing came to a gradual halt as you marinated on that thought. āHeā¦ should have stopped us.ā Why didn't he stop the four of you? If he had stopped you and suggested a movie instead, or any other activity for that matter, you wouldn't be here and he wouldn't be stressed.
He should have stopped you since he knew what you were getting yourselves into.
You crumpled the now empty muffin wrapper in your fist. Ji Changmin had far too much to explain to you.
PART II: THE CONSEQUENCES
IF THERE WAS NO REST FOR THE WICKED, Changmin didn't want to be wicked anymore. By popular perception, he and half his heritage were āevil.ā While his father was a human from this mortal plane, his mother hailed from one of the nine circles of Hell. They'd fallen in love, conceived a halfling child, and the remainder was history.
āYou look like shit, Ji.ā
Changmin's eye twitched as irritation needled beneath the surface of his skin. āThanks,ā he drawled, not bothering to spare Lee Chan a glance. If he had limited energy reserves, he wasn't about to spend a drop on giving Chan the time of day.
Plus, Changmin was more than aware of the thick shadows that lingered beneath his eyes like fog clinging to cobblestone. He had woken up from his ninety minute power nap, trudged into the bathroom, and faced his own gauntness in the mirror. Why the fuck did Lee Chan think it necessary to point it out?
Chan's stare lingered on him through the practice room's mirror for a moment longer until he was called away by Kwon Soonyoung. Only then, when Chan's attention was passed elsewhere, could Changmin release the breath he was holding onto.
It was one thing that Changmin couldn't shake the offputting energy he felt whenever he was near Chan; he could stomach being on the same dance team as the guy, even though they each harbored an unspoken dislike for one another; but it was another thing entirely that he and Chan were both friends with you. The two boys attempted to be civil in front of you because your comfort was more important than their pettiness, but currently, said truce was nowhere in sight just as you were.
Simply, there were less reasons for him to be amiable today, including his thinning patience. Last nightās debacle had drained him of his energy. He was a halfling, not a pure-blooded demon. Additionally, his mother wasnāt a high-ranking demon by any means, which basically screwed him in the area of power stores. He had magical capabilities, but it could only handle so much. Answering ritual calls and creating soul bonds required a decent amount of power, which was why they were usually only answered by the more powerful demonheads of Hell. They enjoyed making human suffering a pastime.
Tacking onto that Changminās brilliant idea of warping into and out of your room last night instead of using his own two feet, as well as spending hours digging through the occultish corners of the internet, added all together to make for one exhausted, stressed, and grumpy halfling.
A presenceāthis one being far more welcome than the previous oneāappeared by Changminās side in the mirror. āYou really need to start going to bed when you say you're going to bed,ā Juyeon said as plopped down onto the laminated hardwood to stretch out his calf muscles.
Changmin followed his lead onto the floor, but opted to slide into a left split. āI was tossing and turning the whole night,ā he dismissed with an innocent lie. (Well, āinnocentā was subjective.)
āYou should try this new matcha that Hyunjae got from his hyung. He brought it back from his recent trip from Japan.ā
For a second, Changmin let the words feed into his head one by one: matchaā¦ from Hyunjaeā¦ from Hyunjae's brotherā¦ which one was he? Oh, the one who just got back from Japan, Sangyeon. When his tired brain finally caught up, he gave a nod. āWhat about it?ā he asked, raising himself up to switch his hips into the right split.
Juyeon looked on with envious admiration, even if this was the thousandth time he stretched with Changmin. āItās really refreshing and has a bit of a caffeine kick, but it's not as awful as coffee. Indigo likes it, tooāsaid something about it being one of those rare finds that you can only get in the secluded countryside or something.ā
Changmin paused. Juyeon's girlfriend Indigo was someone Changmin got along with well, but that wasn't why he was slightly interested in the matcha now. What Juyeon wasn't aware of was Indigo's witch heritage. Just as Changmin was hiding in plain sight, so too was Indigo. And if she recommended some countryside matcha powder, he was going to be inclined to try some.
āYeah,ā he coughed, āsure. Sounds like it wouldn't hurt to try.ā
Pleased with the outcome of the conversation, Juyeon smiled and nodded. āI'll get you some later today then. Hopefully it'll help with the weird headaches you've been having, too.ā
Changmin had nearly forgotten about those with everything that had happened. He'd recently been struck by random headaches; there were no patterns to their appearance, and no remedyāhuman, at leastāthat could soothe them until they faded on their own. He'd failed to ask Indigo about it because, well, he didn't think it was important enough to act on. But if this tea could help him out, then it would be taking out two birds with one stone.
Practice went on swimmingly. Though Changmin could only boast about his ninety minutes of sleep, when it came to dance, it was as if he was possessed. This was a hobbyāa passionāthat never failed to drive a fire through his veins. It didn't matter if he'd had the worst week in the history of worst weeks; when the music started, he was cued in, and he gave it his all.
As a river of sweat poured down his face and the room suffocated with the humidity of everybody's labored breathing, practice came to an end. Changmin hiked his duffle bag over his shoulder and poured water down his throat. Juyeon wasn't far behind as the two of them waved goodbye to their teammates and headed out.
Saturday mornings usually occurred in similar fashions: dance practice was held from 7AM to 10AM, then Changmin and Juyeon would return to their apartment to wash up; Changmin would then eat about an elephant's worth of food while he caught up on lecture recordingsāunless he had something else to distract him.
In the case of this Saturday, as soon as Changmin had finished showering, he plummeted face-first into his pillows and was out like a light.
Demons could dream, one must understand. However, the demonic body tended only to dream when it was well spentāexhausted. Demons liked to correlate a weakness with having dreams, because foolish visions meant that one was unable to control their own mind. Control was rather important when dealing with magic.
Even if the dream was about, say, something real and occurring right at the moment Changmin was asleepāit was still considered a dream. Because he had not yet learned to leash his mind from meandering down his fresh soul bond, he found himself in a body that was not his own.
Yours. It was your body.
Was this real, he wondered, as he soaked in the familiar sight of your bed, the desk, and the closet space. He'd been in here just last nightāalbeit, in a fashion that wasn't agreeableāand he didn't expect it to change, but it did look real.
It was like he was actually sitting in your room, except he wasn't able to move or control his own body. The heart that beat in his chest was yours, the blood that pumped in his ears was yours, and the breath that fell from his mouth was yours.
He inwardly sighed as you adjusted your position at your desk chair. What a predicament he found himself in. He could feel the ache in your back from the uncomfortable piece of furniture beneath you, as well as the knots in your shoulders. (Did that mean you had a bad night of sleep?)
Though, it wasn't all bad, he supposed. He did adore the smell of your perfume lingering in the air and clinging to the sheets, the walls, the furnitureā¦ You would never know this of course, if he could help it.
You were currently reading a bookāfor class or for enjoyment, he hadn't the foggiest. The left side of the novel you clutched in your hand was riddled with colored sticky tabs, and you had the back of a ballpoint pen pressed between your lips. (His lips? ā¦No, this was a precarious line of thinking.)
Changmin followed along as you read. Well, he tried. Whoever designed the layout of this book must have had perfect vision and no sympathy for someone visually challenged. The font size was likely less than ten point, and good grief, the line spacingā
āHoly shit.ā
He paused. Right, that was you and not him.
You leaned forward and brought the book closer to your face as you read over the line again.
āOh my gosh, Eliot, you incredible, talented woman.ā This earnest compliment was swiftly followed by a colored tab to mark the passage. Changmin was about to read what you tabbed, but your eyes went down to the desk to scrawl a thought onto a post-it note. āDorothea, you poor, poor soul. Casaubon needs to get the fuck over himselfāyou are fifty, dude.ā
Changmin, frankly, had no clue what was happening. But he didn't entirely mind, because the pure joy that fluttered in your (his) chest was enough to keep him satisfied. There was something oddly serene about being in your sphere of presence, and in this state of being, that kept him at ease.
The stress of breaking this soul bond ebbed away like the receding edge of a tide.
Alas, all good things had to come to an end. Changmin couldn't tell how much time passed before you bookmarked your place with an index card and pulled your phone toward you.
12:04PM was what your lockscreen read.
Oh, so he was definitely catching up on sleep, at least.
Waitāhad you not eaten lunch yet? The unmistakable void in the pit of your stomachā¦
Yn! Eat lunch, you silly girl! Eatā
āHe could just be away from his phone,ā you muttered to yourself. There were a few app notifications waiting for you, but each dismissal was fueled with mild disappointment.
Who were you talking about, he wondered.
A flash of bitter annoyance pierced his chest at the memory of who you'd been texting last night with that big smile on your face. However, any of that sentiment was dashed clean away when you pulled up your text chain with him, not Lee Chan.
Changmin's heart sped to a gallop as he watched you swipe out just as quickly as you'd checked in. The reason was two-pronged: one, you were wondering about him; and two, you had texted him while he was currently asleep and he did not know how to wake himself up.
Ji Changmin, he chastised himself, you're not only intruding, you're also inadvertently ignoring her.
He could understand that he put you (and abandoned you) in a worrisome place last night. If he could tear out the strands of his fried, blond hair he would.
You were his friend, were you not? He cared about you, and this soul bond wasn't only stressful to him, but to you as well. Maybe ignorance really would have been bliss in this case.
Your phone emitted a low vibration as it rang. Changmin had missed the moment you decided to call someone. Juyeon's contact name and photo was displayed in the middle of the screen, and he answered before the call went to voicemail. āYn, what's up? You'reāyouāre not mad about last night, are you?ā The wince in Juyeonās voice was audible.
āNo, I'm not mad,ā you promised him as you leaned your cheek against your palm. āI was just wondering if you know where Changmin is. I texted him an hour ago and he hasn't answered yetāI guess I'm just a little antsy.ā
Shuffling, then, āOh! Changminnie's sleeping. He didn't sleep well last night, so as soon as we came home from practice, he was knocked out.ā
Relief made your shoulders sag. āAh, okay.ā A smile, self-deprecating in nature, curled up on your mouth. āNo worries then. Thanks, Juyo.ā
āNo problem. I'll let him know to call you once he wakes up.ā
āNo, it's okayā āyou began putting your materials awayā āhave you had lunch yet? I can swing by with food; I haven't eaten yet.ā
āReally? I haven't eaten yet, and Changmin hasn't either. I'll split the cost with you.ā Changmin wished he could say that he would also split the cost. Why were you coming over? He hadn't gotten a good look at the texts you sent before.
(It had to be because you wanted to see him, right? To talkāof course to talk and not for any other reason.)
You stood up from your chair and stretched out the stiff muscles in your back. āI'll be by ināmaybe twenty or thirty minutes?ā
āSounds great!ā Juyeon chirped. āThanks Yn-ie. See you in a bit.ā
You let out a small laugh. āYeah, see you.ā
As the call cut off, Changmin was left with a daunting task: to wake himself up. There didn't seem to be many options as to do this. If demonic dreaming was activated based on lack of control, that meant he had a lack of energy. Thus, if he couldn't yet regain control, it could only mean that he was still tired.
There were a great many things that he had yet to figure out about this kind of magic. It wasn't like his mother ever anticipated he would need to know about it, so she never explicitly taught it and he never asked.
He was kicking himself in the head now.
Meanwhile, you had busied yourself with getting ready to leave. You'd selected a jacket from your closet, swiped on a thin layer of lip gloss, and spritzed yourself with that divine-smelling perfume. It made his toes curl and his chest feel fuzzy.
Just as you were filling your purse, your phone jolted with an incoming call.
Changmin soured as he saw the caller ID through your eyes and felt, not disdain, but pleasant surprise. He couldn't fathom what you saw in Lee Chan, but he never said anything; you and Chan knew each other longer, after all. It wasn't his place to say anything, especially when his reason revolved around something as subjective as a āvibe.ā
āHi Chan,ā you greeted when you accepted the call.
It was funnyāa dull, but annoyingly familiar pulsing appeared in Changmin's head. It beat steady against his cranium, hard and relentless. The longer it continued, the more it hurt. Could you feel it, too? The sensation was recognizable at this point after so many instances of the random headaches popping up. Was he seriously getting another stupid headache during a dream?
He winced to himself, but suddenly felt his heart drop into the pit of his stomach when he heard you audibly grimace.
Was this headache yours or his? Should he be worried?
āWhat was that? Are you okay?ā asked Chan from the other side.
Changmin/You clenched your jaw as your vision went spotty for a moment. Your hand whipped out to catch yourself against the table.
Panic seized his chest as you muttered out a reassurance, though unconvincing. The invisible string that tied Changmin to you tightened, stealing the breath right out of his lungs. It was as if his own physical body was yanking him back.
He was waking up.
No, he thought, no I need to make sure she's okayā
Distantly, he heard yours and Chan's voices. Your words between one another were muddied and distorted to Changmin. Before he could even begin to understand what was happening, his eyes opened.
āI could smell lunch through the door,ā Juyeon sang to you in greeting as he eagerly beckoned you into the apartment.
You chuckled, shucking your shoes off under the rack by the door. In your hand, you held onto a large bag containing a box of delectably fragrant fried chicken and fries. Oh, glorious sodium and cholesterol. āYeah, well, imagine my suffering as I was driving over here with it in the car,ā you mused.
Juyeon locked the door behind you and took the bag out of your hands.
It was another thing to return to the site of last night's ritual. You'd been in this apartment dozens of times before, but it was difficult to look at the specific spot on the living room floor where the chalk and salt had been. Even if the vacuum cleaner had taken care of all that remained, you couldn't help but choose to sit on the end of the couch farthest from that spot on the floor.
āOh, could I get a glass of water, by the way?ā you asked Juyeon as the two of you began taking things out of the bag to lay them out on the coffee table. āI was feeling a bit lightheaded earlier.ā
Juyeon's eyebrows creased as he straightened to head into the kitchen. āShit, yeahāof course. You drove here while feeling like that? What if you passed out, Yn-ie?ā
You snuck a fry into your mouth, murmuring your thanks as he handed you the cup of water. āI'm fine,ā you insisted with a vague wave of your hand, āit was just the blood rushing up to my head, I think. And besides, you were already expecting me and I was hungry.ā
āI would have woken Changmin up and dragged his ass out of bed.ā Juyeon settled onto the couch with you and cracked open the can of Sprite he'd gotten out of the fridge. āYou know, Changmin's been getting these random headaches, too. I guess not exactly nausea, but you guys have gotta be more careful,ā he waved a fried potato at you as he said this.
The irony could not escape you, and you failed to keep a sarcastic smile to yourself. Uh huh. Be more careful, you say? Too late for that. You took a ginger sip of the water. āIs that right? Maybe he just needs more sleep or something.ā
āThat's what we thought at first,ā Juyeon hummed, idly scratching the back of his neck, ābut they happen no matter what he does. There's not really a noticeable pattern.ā
You wondered if it had anything to do with his demoness. You couldn't be too sure because you hardly knew anything about his species yourself, but that could explain the seemingly randomness of the headaches. Perhaps it was another question to add to your list.
āHuh.ā You frowned. āWell, I hope they go away for him soon.ā
Juyeon nodded solemnly. āYeah, same. Hyunjae's gonna bring over some matcha for him to tryā¦ oh, hey! You like matchaādo you want some?ā
āSure, I'd loveāā
Your phone buzzed violently in your jacket pocket. A laugh of disbelief flew from your mouth when you saw the caller ID, and you flashed the screen at Juyeon. āSpeak of the Devil.ā
Juyeon chuckled as you answered. āHello?ā
āHey, I'm so sorry I missed your text.ā His voice, rough from sleep, was accompanied by heavy breathing and the sounds of fabric shuffling in your ear.
You nearly choked, but you remembered that Juyeon was none the wiser to the weird spike in your heartbeat, nor the reason for it. āIt's all good; I was being impatient. Juyo said you didn't sleep well.ā Your eyes darted to his closed bedroom door and wondered why he hadn't come out yet.
āYeah.ā A brief pause. āAre youāare you okay?ā
āOf course, I'm okay,ā you drawled, glancing over at Juyeon. āWhy? Should I not be okay?ā
āNo, I meanāā His voice in your ear and behind his bedroom door overlapped one another like two ocean waves colliding along the sand. His door ripped open.
Changmin stood on the threshold with his phone in one hand and the other clutching the doorknob. He was in a loose white T-shirt and sweatpants, a thin layer of sweat making his cheekbones shine. His eyes, a wild creature of their own, landed on youāall of the tension in his body melted away.
He exhaled and sank against the doorframe, ending the call. āHellā¦ā he muttered under his breath as he dragged a hand through his hair.
Concern had you rising to your feet. āWhat? What's wrong?ā
Changmin closed his bedroom door behind him and collapsed onto the couch somewhere between you and Juyeon. āBad dream,ā he grunted. āHow much are we splitting?ā The latter was asked as he shoved a fry into his mouth and pulled out the Venmo app on his phone.
You and Juyeon exchanged glances over the blond head: what just happened?; you think I know?
Juyeon sent you a shrug. āWell Yn?ā
Now their focus was on you. You took your seat again and reached for your glass of water. āTen bucks each.ā
All of the food that you brought turned into crumbs faster than Cinderella's carriage at midnight. Considering all three of you had barely eaten all day, it was expected. At some point, Juyeon dipped out of the apartment to meet someone for a group project, so that left you and Changmin alone. It was the perfect opportunity to get what you came here for.
āYou left pretty abruptly last night,ā you said to him as you returned to the couch with a full glass of water. Changmin stood nearly opposite to you, his back against the wall by his bedroom door. He also nursed a cup of water. āAnd I have some questions.ā
He let out a small laugh, his lips pressing his dimples into his cheeks. āI'm sure you do. Sorry, I realized that after I left,ā he admitted and raised his free hand up to grab the back of his neck. āSo shoot.ā
It was strange, you thought. There was no way this guy could be a demon, but was that leaning into stereotype? Last night, that feeling you got when he looked at you from beneath the shadow of his capā¦ your hairs had stood on their ends and you couldn't shake the spike of adrenaline in your bloodstream. It had been undeniable.
But here he was with a pretty, boyish smile as if he was a completely different person.
āWhat did you mean by 'intercept the call?ā What exactly happened during the ritual last night?ā you asked.
The smile slipped from his face a little, and his eyes flitted over to the spot you had been sitting twelve hours ago. āLike I said,ā he began, āyou opened a line to Hellālike a phone call, basically. I channeled enough energy to answer it before anyone else from Hell could. And instead of, y'know, appearing in front of you like another demon would, I was already there and just chose to stay quiet when the candles went out.ā
You straightened. āSo the breeze in the room was your doing?ā
Changmin cocked his head to the side with a wince. āI think so? At least, I can't control it yet. Think of it as a physical manifestation of power.ā
A physical manifestation of powerāyou imagined last night's scene from Changmin's point of view, where he stood in the far corner. He would have focused his energy toward the breach between the worlds, and that fulfillment swept through the room like a gust of wind. But then what about all the other times? That moment wasn't the only other instance of a cool breeze on your skin.
When you brought this up to him, Changmin pressed his lips together. āAh. This?ā
On cue, something lightweight and cool brushed past your cheek. Your hand darted up to cover it, and you looked over at Changmin who arched a brow at you. āYou get creepier and creepier the more I know you.ā
His mouth burst at the seams with a smile. He ducked his blond head, shaking it. You were missing some kind of joke here. āDon't speak too soon,ā he said. When he raised his head back up, he ran his tongue over his smile. āIt happens when I want it to, it happens when I don't want it to. Just depends.ā
āGreat.ā
āI'll get it under control,ā he promised.
You leaned forward onto your knees and pressed your mouth into a slight pout. āIs there anything I can do to bug the shit out of you? This seems like it's only entertaining for you.ā
āWell,ā Changmin shrugged helplessly, āthat's kind of the point of why demons started to do this. They find humans entertaining, and they also like to hold them accountable. The lineā āhe gave a gentle tug at the invisible string you still couldn't findā āis an insurance policy.ā
āSaying it like that just implies it's that much harder to work your way around it.ā
āPretty much.ā A grin split his face, and you were struck by the ease you smiled back without having meant to. āDon't look too excited now.ā
You flattened your face and voice. āI'm thrilled.ā
Before Changmin could respond, you suddenly remembered the main question that plagued you last night. You cleared your throat, your fingers dancing around the sides of your glass. āBy the wayā¦ why didn't you stop us last night?ā You watched his facial expression and how it was carefully knitted into something blank. āIf you knew what was going to happen, you could have insisted we stopped, and we would have. Why let us get to this point?ā you asked, gesturing between the two of you.
Changmin's throat bobbed as he swallowed. āI was pretty confident that I could intercept it, so there wasn't any real risk with doing the ritual if you guys wanted to have fun. I just didn't count onā¦ā He lifted his right hand, where the pinkish scar was left on his index finger.
He hadn't counted on you getting cut and sealing the bond.
You pinched the space between your eyes. āAh. My clumsiness has now doomed me to be metaphysically handcuffed to you.ā
āI wasn't going to say itā¦ā
āOh, go to Hell.ā
Changmin laughed. āOnly if you come with me.ā
Heat rushed to the surface of your skin. Sometimes, his mouth moved too fast. You snuck a glance at him through your fingers while he sipped on his water. If you peered close enough, the tips of his ears were flushing to a light pink.
He lowered the glass from his lips, and a crease formed between his brows. āAlso,ā he said carefully, his tone starkly different from less than a minute ago, āI do have another side effect to add to the list.ā
Your stomach flipped. Not another thingā
āI may or may not be able to occupy your physical body when I'm dreamingāā
Changmin grimaced as the bottom of your glass banged against the wooden coffee table. That expression only deepened at the wide-eyed furyāfearāon your face. āAnd when I was asleep earlier,ā he continued on, dooming himself to walk the plank, āI kind of intruded on your reading session, and when you called Juyeon, and when Chan callāā
āCan I murder you? Would that harm me in any way?ā you cut in.
His mouth was open, but no words were coming out.
You stood, abandoning your seat on the couch and your water glass, to step across the room toward him. āBecause if I could,ā you said while pressing the back of your knuckles to your lips, āI can rid myself of the absolute creep of a friend I have!ā
Changmin's eyes widened as soon as it hit himāyour hand. Your hand hit his shoulder.
He bolted.
āHey, let's talk about this, Yn-ah!ā he exclaimed and dove into the kitchen to duck behind the counter. Some monstrously high-pitched scream left his mouth as he scrambled to stay out of your reach.
āWe are talking about this, Changmin-ah.ā You charged after him, chasing him around the counter and back out of the kitchen. If you didn't respect Juyeon like you did, you would have fully embraced becoming a bull in a china shop.
Your fist hit the solid plane of his bedroom door just as it slammed in your face. You let out a sound suspiciously close to a growl. āYou possessed my body without my consent!ā
āIt's not like I consented to it either! It just happened!ā
āThat's not a valid excuse, you panini head!ā
āI don't want to possess your body!ā he insisted through the door with his voice going higher than the Eiffel Tower. āWhy would I want to possess your body? I don't wanna be around when you and bestie Lee Chan gush about Star Trek.ā
On certain occasions you really wished you had Superman's laser vision. Then you could burn through this stupid piece of door and roast a demon. āYou're not helping yourself, Ji.ā
A beat passed. āLook,ā he huffed. āIt only happened because I was exhausted as shit, okay? I really had no control of it, I swear on my life.ā
You remained still with your arms braided across your chest without a word coming to mind.
āI didn't see anything sensitive, I promise, and my body woke me up and pulled me out of it when you got that really bad headache.ā
Huh? That bout of lightheadednessā¦ was that related to how the connection was severed? Or at least, hindered? You brushed the curiosity aside; weren't you supposed to be mad at this guy?
āWhich was also why I was worried when I woke up and asked if you were okay,ā he added in earnest. He did look worried like you were going to die when he woke upā¦
You glared impetuously at the closed door to the point you were sure even the wood grains were two seconds from apologizing to you. āOkay, fine,ā you relented. āBut you're not fully off the hook; I just won't use the kitchen knives.ā
A choking sound filtered through and you felt the corners of your mouth tug upward.
āWhat can I do to make it even?ā Changmin asked, though he continued to remain behind the closed door.
Frankly, there weren't many things he could do to even the score unless you chose to be creepy and sit in on his private moments. You shudderedāyouād rather not. Those were private for a reason. Maybe he could burn his eyes out with bleach. (Kiddingā¦ ish.) āI don't know,ā you said half-heartedly, ātell me a secret.ā
A moment of silence passed. āI thought it was hot when you asked if you could kill me.ā
Not even an ounce of shame with this one, huh? āYou're sick. I'm leaving.ā
For the second time today, his bedroom door ripped open. āNo, wait, I was kidding! Yn, I was kidding.ā (He was not kidding).
You stopped, half-whirled around. In your periphery, he stepped out of his room, but refrained from getting too close. When you turned around fully, the red that dusted his cheekbones was unmistakable. Unfortunately, seeing him flustered was enough for you at the moment.
With a feigned, heavy sigh, you motioned to him. āC'mere.ā
Changmin perked up like a confused puppy.
āCome here,ā you repeated with more urgency this time. You curled your hand toward you to beckon him closer.
He crept closer to you. There was a gleam of uncertainty and suspicion in his eyes as you continued to gesture at him closerā¦ and closer still. Your heart throttled against your ribcage; your physical body was even unsure of what exactly you had in mind.
Only once his face was close enough you could count his eyelashes were you satisfied. You could hear him gulp.
And maybe you let the moment linger too long. His gaze flickered away from your eye contact for a heartbeat, eyelashes fluttering as he considered something out of the bounds of friendship.
You raised your hand up to his forehead and flicked him between his eyes. Hard.
Changmin yelped and fumbled backward to the boisterous sound of your laughter. He rubbed his forehead furiously where an angry, red mark formed and smarted. He snarled at you, āNot cool!ā His face was nearly as red as the markā¦ oops.
āThat's what you get!ā you countered with an accusing finger. āNow. Promise me you'll never purposely possess my body in your dreams, you perv.ā
A grumble came from the depths of his throatāagreement. āI never did it on purpose,ā he mumbled, slapping his hand with yours in a binding handshake. He sounded like a teen boy who's gaming console was just taken away.
āAnd promise me that you will take care of yourself, so that we can get out of this binding thing and so that you don't accidentally possess me.ā
āDidn't you offer to get possessed last night?ā Changmin stiffened as the words left his lips. āI didn't mean that! Don't get the kitchen knives!ā
His giggles pierced the air, sharp but endearing, as he scrambled back into his room with you clinging to his heels. āOr get the kitchen knivesāitās kind of hot.ā
āJi Changmin.ā
PART III: THE RELATIVE
WHEN YOU APPEARED IN YOUR 8:30 biopsychology lecture on Monday morning, you had nearly forgotten that the world had not completely turned upside down when you bound your soul to Changminās. No one else but you and he knew about it, and it seemed he was determined to keep it that way. Nonetheless, when you settled in your usual seat about midway up the lecture hall, close to the exit on stage right, you looked into Yeh Shuhuaās terrifyingly beautiful eyes and almost blurted your secret.
It was because of that reason, and the fact that she was one of your close friends. She was one of the participants of the ritual; it was only right that you disclosed to her the consequences of all your actions. However, the reminder from Changmin echoed in your head like a dull heartbeat: Donāt tell any of them. Donāt do something stupid like Hyunjae or Shuhua. He realized that āstupidā applied to him, too, right?
āYou seem antsy,ā were her first words to you as you finally decided on how you would roll up your jacket. It had taken a couple tries and configurations before you settled on just draping it over the chair behind you.
You straightened in your chair. Perhaps subtlety was not with you this morning. āMy coffee was too strong,ā you said.
She snorted, a bright and unassuming sound, as she pulled her laptop out from her bag. āHoney, you donāt drink coffee.ā
ā¦Right. You let the words sink in to properly register your dumbassery, then settled on the most basic excuse known to college students. āItās too early for this.ā
āAmen.ā Conversation saved.
When you first signed up for this class, you were under the impression that it would be a riveting insight into the brain and its inner workings. Alas, your professor from Psych101 did you a disservice by testifying to Psych210ās interest factor, because it was entirely lacking in interesting things. The majority of what was being discussed in lecture could be read about via the slides, but unfortunately, participation was mandatory. Even worse was that this class was the prerequisite to the neuroscience class that was actually interesting.
You didnāt like to critique the teaching skills of a professor who was meant to research and not to teach, but you were going to for the umpteenth time.
Beside you, Shuhua barely swallowed a yawn and hid the last bits of it behind the lid of her coffee tumbler. She took a sip, then leaned over to you. āIām pretty sure I learned all of this in freshman year biology.ā
āIs that right,ā you murmured. You hadnāt taken the introductory biology series because you were only minoring in psychology, whereas Shuhua was a neuroscience major. āYou must really be suffering then.ā
Her head slowly touched down onto your shoulder. āTell me about itā¦ by the way, did you hear about the house party thatās happening on Saturday?ā
You hummed. āWhoās hosting?ā House parties were usually something you needed to be a part of a friend group to be invited to. Though, that was usually the case for all parties in college, youād found out. Fraternity parties were oftentimes exclusive to Greeks, or if you knew a frat brother or sorority sister. Other parties were spread by word of mouth and required an entrance fee that amounted to a fraudulent sum of money. Thus, if you went to any party, it was either a house party hosted by a friend of a friend, or one of your friendsā birthday parties.
āHmā¦ itās my family friendās kidās friend group.ā She paused, then clarified her statement, āYangyang. You know Yangyang, right?
You made a sound of acknowledgement. āIsn't he friends with Xiaojun, Kevin, and Yuqi, that group?ā
āThat's the one,ā she chirped. āBut he only lives with Xiaojun and a couple other guys. It's a house in one of the neighborhoods nearby.ā
āI see. Are we going?ā
āOf course we are, silly.ā Shuhua blindly patted one of your hands and you imagined that her eyes were likely already closed. You and your friends were accustomed to forcing one another to socialize outside the group from time to time; it made the college riptide a bit easier to swim through. āI just didn't know if you were aware or not yet.ā
āWell, now I am,ā you chuckled.
āYou sure are.ā
The remainder of the lecture went by as dull as it usually did, and 9:30 could not come faster. You and Shuhua bumbled out of the packed auditorium among the crowd of others filing out.
A yawn stretched your mouth open as you checked your phone. āYou've got a class after this, right?ā you asked Shuhua.
She nodded. āUnfortunately. Do you wanna have lunch together afterward?ā
āAhā āguilt anchored itself to the pit of your stomach, allowing the urge to spill your secret to dwindleā āI'm actually hanging out with Changmin today.ā Neither of you had terribly busy Mondays, so you both decided to do some solution-hunting together, whatever that meant. He just needed to be back by the time his dance rehearsal started.
Her mouth quirked to the side in a slight frown. āOh, okay. Just you two?ā
āYep.ā
For a second, you thought she was gazing right into your soul where the invisible knot was tied linking you to your mutual friend. But she suddenly smiled and blew you a kiss. āNo worries! Have fun.ā
You blinked, the anxiety lingering. āYeahā¦ thanks. You, too.ā
Shuhua left first to hurry off to her next class while you remained in the lobby. You had fully expected that she would at least ask what the two of you were doing, and you were prepared to come up with another dumb excuse. It wasn't suspicious that you and Changmin were hanging out alone, right? There were plenty of instances where you hung out solo with your close friends.
You brushed it away. It was the paranoia talking.
You headed toward the nearest parking lot. Because you lived relatively close to campus, there was usually no need to drive, but since you and Changmin were going elsewhere in the city, you opted to drive.
As you settled into the front seat, you sent him a text to let you know you were on your way over to his apartment. It would be convenient if you could somehow use the soul-bond to communicate with him instead, you thought as you navigated through campus to a nearby neighborhood. Alas, based on what Changmin told you before, the bond was more useful to him than it was for you. How wonderful.
You let your car run as you pulled up to the curb outside of his apartment complex. Through the windows on the first floor, a periwinkle sheen caught your eye. There wasnāt much doubt in your mind that it was the ribbon Changmin tied to his bicycle. It was his favorite colorānot that you knew that for any particular reason, other than the fact that you were friends. It was useful information for birthday cards, was your reasoning.
Before you could meander down some weird mental road of thoughts, the passenger side door opened and closed. Your counterpart was dressed in dark green today: dark green sweater, a darker but muted shade of cargo pants, followed by a matching cap shoved over his blond hair. āHi,ā he said, strapping himself in with the seatbelt and setting his bag down by his feet.
He looked particularly pocket-sized today with the cheeky, dimpled smile on his face and you smiled in greeting. āHi!ā you chirped back. āWhere to?ā
āAn aunt of mine lives downtown. Do you know how to get to Union Station?ā
You nodded, tugging the car into drive, āYup. Wow, she lives down by the waterfront?ā
āYeah,ā he laughed. When he did, he ducked his head so you only caught a glimpse of that dimpled smile. āSheās married to a siren.ā
Your eyes went wide, and his laugh grew louder. You flattened your expression into a deadpan as heat rushed to the back of your neck. āDonāt laugh,ā you muttered. āWhy are you laughing?ā
āIād say for you to not pout then, but itās cute,ā he replied with that smile lingering on his face in the form of a half-smirk. He had pulled his phone out to text someone. āIām only laughing because I had a feeling youād react like that, and I was right.ā
You huffed. āI feel like Iām at too much of a disadvantage around you.ā
āYou have more power than you think.ā Changmin passed you a glance and deposited his phone in the cupholder. He leaned his cheek against his knuckles. āYou just need to exercise it.ā
āWell, I canāt exactly threaten you with kitchen knives and forehead flicks all the time.ā
He shrugged. āThatās not what I meant, but itās whatever. How was class?ā
Changmin, Juyeon, and Hyunjae were all aware of yours and Shuhuaās disdain for your shared biopsychology class. The complaints had filed (flooded) in as soon as the first week of classes were over. You could gab on and on about the boredom that plagued you, but you hardly wanted to be a broken record when there were other things to talk about. āIt was fine,ā you said, then swiftly moved to something else. āI think I almost told Shuhua, like, twice about the soul bond thing. Why canāt we tell them again?ā
āDo you really think theyād believe us?ā
You thought about itāabout the twin cuts on your index fingers, the unseen string that tethered your souls together, the dream that Changmin had. They would think Changmin had roped you into his regular shenanigans, and in a way, he had. You sighed, albeit reluctantly. āTrue. But it just feelsā¦ā you grimaced. āIs it weird that I feel guilty?ā
Changmin shook his head. āNo, Iāve had to tiptoe around my momās and my true nature around you guys for years. Itās natural to wanna be truthful to your friends, Yn, but some things are better left unsaid.ā
āIs there a reason why the supernatural community stays hidden? Is that something I can ask?ā
āOf course,ā he said easily, turning his gaze out the window. āItās just that itās betterāsaferāfor us this way. Humans can hardly handle differences amongst themselves as it is; imagine what would happen if they found that even more species of sentient beings existed, yāknow?ā
Truth was a difficult pill to swallow. It was a capsule that often found itself lodged in a throat rather than being digested. And even if it eventually managed to make it to the stomach, it sank to the bottom like a body anchored by bricks in a river. There was, unfortunately, much merit to what Changmin said.
Your eyes flickered to your side mirrors as you merged onto the highway. āI see.ā
āItās definitely relieving that at least one of my close friends knows the truth now, though.ā He knocked the back of his hand against your arm in a warm gesture, and although you were unable to return the expression or even look at him then, he was looking at you.
Because you and Changmin set off just after rush hour passed, the drive through the downtown scene was relatively easy. The rest of your time in the car was spent chatting about the party Yangyang and his housemates were throwing, as well as Changmin directing you to his auntās residence by the marina. His ability to give directions left much to be desired; your car was filled with shouts and bickering whenever he told you to turn too late.
Somehow though, you arrived at the right street, and he even helped you find a parking spot along a curb that didnāt involve ungodly hourly parking rates. You wouldnāt call it a complete redemption, but he was on his way toward one.
āAre you sure itās cool if we just show up unannounced like this?ā you asked him, tilting your head back to peer up at the apartments that towered above you. Some of the windows were left open and their curtains drifted whimsically in the mid-morning breeze; some of the fire escapes were connected by copper-colored ladders, fitting together like a puzzle. You liked to think that complexes like this housed residents who were friendly to one another like some fantasy video gameāa pair of friends hanging out of their windows to gossip across the fire escapes, a cat sleeping in the windowāthat sort of thing.
Changmin stood next to you, but his gaze was turned out to the marina in the distance, the sails of boats in the foreground of the slate blue-gray of the bay water. āYeah, itās cool. And weāre not exactly unannounced; I told her we were coming.ā
āWhen?ā You followed him in through the front door. The hinges squealed upon use and the door shuddered violently when it closed.
āIn the car.ā
You deadpanned at his back as you followed him up the stairs. āYouāre an awful relative.ā
āDonāt all relatives show up to their other relatives' homes unannounced?ā he jested. āIām a model nephew, actually.ā
āA model in what standard? Hell?ā
He shrugged up ahead, glancing back to pass you a boyish grin. āYeah, basically. My mom says demons just kind of teleport into their relativesā homes unannounced.ā
āSo thatās where your incredible lack of boundaries comes from,ā you said and glowered up at him.
You met Changmin on the landing of the second floor and ducked out of the stairwell into the dimly-lit corridor. It was quiet here in the middle of the day, but you could hear the muffled sounds of television programs and voices emanating behind different doors you passed by. The carpet was well-trodden and didnāt kick dust up when you walked, and the overall smell was vaguely fishy and reminiscent of the seafood section of a supermarket.
āCultural difference,ā he replied cheekily. āThis is hers, Aunt Jennaās.ā He gestured to the door he stood at with a rusted, gold B29 hanging on its surface just above the peephole.
You tucked your hands into your jacket pockets. āAnything I should know before going in?ā
Changmin paused and his face flashed with realization. It translated roughly, but accurately enough, to āUh oh.ā He opened his mouth to say something, but the door beat him to it.
Correction: his aunt beat him to it. Or at least, she was who you assumed was his aunt. Her facial features and bone structure weren't similar to Changminās at all, but those eyesādark like the deepest corner of a shadow; engulfing, embracing, envelopingāher eyes were what made familiarity pang in your chest where the soul-knot sat.
Her mouth stretched into a bright smile. āChangmin-ah! And his significant other, isnāt itāor kids these days say partner instead, hm? Donāt be strangers now; come in, come in!ā
What did she just say? You have got to be kidding me.
Too overwhelmed to think, you let his aunt usher you and Changmin in through her front door. You threwāchuckedāan alarmed glance over at your counterpart, who could only meet your wide eyes with his own. Shoes were exchanged for slippers, and you were guided toward a couch settled in one part of the cozy living space.
āItās nice to meet you, Aunt Jenna,ā you finally managed to say through the heat flaring up your neck and behind your ears. āBut I do have to, uhm, correct you.ā
Changmin coughed beside you on the couch as his aunt perched on the coffee table across from you both. āSheās not my romantic partner, auntie. Ynās just a friend.ā
You nodded earnestly.
His auntās face flickered from that sunny smile to a more somber surprise. She broke into a sheepish sort of laugh, absentmindedly brushing a lock of hair behind her shoulder. āOh, well how silly of me. Iām sorry if I made you uncomfortableāI got embarrassingly excited,ā she confessed. She addressed Changmin specifically, reaching over to whack his knee, āYou used the word for lover when you texted me earlier!ā
Changminās hands rocketed up as both you and his aunt fixed him with pointed looks. āIt was a typo and an honest mistake,ā he swore. āI havenāt spoken or written in that demonic dialect in awhile,ā he said to you, āand the words for friend and lover are, like, one letter different.ā
His mouth had pursed into an unconscious pout, and you reached over to flick him between the eyes. Bone against fingernail, and the dense thunk sound the impact produced was quite satisfying.
āOw! I'm sorry!ā
You turned to a rather amused Aunt Jenna. āI'm sorry I did that in front of you. I swear, I won't make a habit out of it.ā That remained to be seen, however. How had you refrained from flicking him for his behavior before this?
She chuckled. āI'm sure he's warranted it more than once. It's nice to meet you, Yn.ā
āLikewise. You have a lovely home.ā
Changmin held his forehead with his hat now sitting in his lap, and his eyes narrowed at the two of you. āThis was the worst idea I've ever had.ā
āDo you drink tea, Yn?ā his aunt asked you, waving aside her nephew's comment. āI'll make us some tea and we can talk about whatever you both came to discuss.ā
Tea was served on an elegant tray made of polished dark wood. The color was a deep red, as if it had been dipped in a vat of blood, and was engraved with images of what you assumed to be flowers with long stems crowned with big, beautiful petals. You nursed a Finding Nemo mug between your palms, gently blowing on the steam that wafted out of the aromatic floral tea.
Just the fragrance of the drink was enough to put you at ease. The muscles and knots in your shoulders loosened, your frown lines smoothed over. You took a gentle sip and savored the tangible warmth that streamed down your throat and into your stomach.
You nodded to Aunt Jenna who's dark eyes gleamed knowingly over the rim of her mug. āThat's very good,ā you said.
āIsn't it? Would you like to take some home?ā
Changmin harrumphed from beside you after taking a hulking gulp of his own drink. āGuys, please.ā
āMm yes, yes.ā Aunt Jenna waved her free hand flippantly. āYour problem.ā
While Jenna had prepared the tea, you and Changmin explained to her how your souls became tied together. Most of the explanation consisted of specific details of the ritual itself, not the circumstances before. You described the physical sensations on your end, and Changmin added in his out-of-body experience.
When your piece was said, it left Aunt Jenna to marinate on all the facts. She took a sip of her drink first. āWell, you're both fools, but youā āshe wiggled an accusing finger at her nephewā āespecially. How could you be so irresponsible as to let your friends go through with a bargaining ritual?ā
Changmin grabbed the back of his neck and hung his head like a kicked puppy. āIt didn't seem like the end of the world if they wanted to have fun.ā
āI suppose,ā Jenna muttered, but not without some sympathy. She was a demon living amongst humans, too, after all. āBut look where that's gotten you both. There are just far too many unforeseen variables that could have made this situation ten times worse. You and Yn becoming soul-bound is probably the best outcome, frankly.ā
You would beg to differ, but you kept your lips stitched together and attached to the rim of your mug.
āBut as for undoing it, I'm afraid there aren't many options.ā
You detached your mouth from the mug.
You and Changmin exchanged a glance with one another. He asked, āWhat are our options?ā
Aunt Jenna's mouth pursed slightly to form small divots in the sides of her cheeks. āThe one most accessible to you is to bargain with another, more powerful demon to take over your bond with Yn.ā
āAbsolutely not,ā he interjected. āThat's out of the question.ā
āI guessed as much,ā she said, taking another sip. āThen it's quite literally impossibleāunless you used cursed magicābut even if you didn't care about facing the hellish consequences, gaining access to a Book of the Diabolical is insanely difficult.ā
Though you were completely ignorant to almost everything Aunt Jenna was saying, you weren't so ignorant to her message between the lines: you were fucked. Supremely.
Looking over at Changmin only confirmed what you were thinking. There seemed to be a war being waged behind his eyes as he clutched his mug in his lap and glared at a grain in the hardwood floor. This situation was partially your fault and his, and now, the only thing you could do was to drown in the consequences.
You turned to his aunt. āThen how can we live with it?ā In your periphery, Changmin's head raised. āI mean, are there techniques to better control this situation, like on both Changmin's end and my end if we can't simply rid ourselves of it?ā
Aunt Jenna considered you for a moment, then nodded slowly. āThere are,ā she said. āControl is something very valuable to demons, Yn. I don't know how much Changmin's told youāā
You sent him a thin smile.
āābut mastering your own body is one of the most integral things young demons first learn. If you don't have control over your mind and body, then how could you possibly be trusted to control anything else?ā
That made sense, you thought. It was a thoughtful principle, too, that others (humans) could learn from. What other parts of demon culture and values were there that these two would be willing to share with you?
Jenna had finished her cup of tea by now and set her empty mug back onto the tray. āSo the easiest way, I think, to safeguard yourselves against one another is to strengthen your minds.ā
What exactly Aunt Jenna had in mind was meditation. Because you were human and couldn't exactly perform the same demonic energy rituals and mind exercises that Jenna and Changmin could, meditation was the next best group activity. In order to do this, Jenna shut all of the curtains and sealed the living room off from the outside world. The coffee table and sofa were shoved to the edges of the room, while the empty space was occupied by three bath towels and a Bath and Body Works candle.
It was reminiscent of the ritual from That Night, but your heart rate sat a little more stable with the belief that you were in capable hands this time.
The three of you arranged yourselves in a loose triangle around the lit candle, its small flame shuddering at the force of your breaths.
āYou can place your hands wherever you're most comfortable,ā Aunt Jenna said lowly, softlyāa vocal embodiment of the small head of fire upon the candle. āSit up straight, close your eyes, and breathe in deepā¦ let the darkness envelope you.ā
There weren't many moments when you considered yourself petty, salty, or bitter. But at this very moment, you were most certainly all three at once.
āAre you really still mad that you fell asleep?ā The question was posed with as much audacity as there was incredulity in his voice.
You didn't have to direct your glaring eyes at Changmin for him to feel the edge. āIt was embarrassing,ā you grumbled.
āAw, it's okay. Not everyone has the mental fortitude to meditate.ā
And you do? you wanted to snap back like a five year old. Instead, you tightened your grip on the steering wheel and focused on not steering the two of you off the road. āI will literally ditch you on the highway.ā
He leaned his head against the window to watch you with a twinkle in his eyes and a toothy grin on his lips. āAnd I will literally haunt you in your sleep.ā
The pair of you were in the car driving back up to the university. You had just left Aunt Jenna's about fifteen minutes ago after the failed meditation session (for you) and her insisting you both stayed for lunch. With your stomachs full and your heads quite literally empty, there was nothing left to do but to return home.
There had been a moment before you both left when Jenna pulled Changmin aside to have a private conversation. You had lingered outside the apartment door, but couldn't hear anything despite it being left slightly ajar. There must have been some crazy soundproofing done on her apartment. A charm, perhaps?
But when Changmin came to join you, you picked up the tail end of their talk. It had to do with Changmin pleading with her not to tell his mom about what happened; Aunt Jenna would only agree if he promised to babysit her kids next week.
That thought made you smile to yourself even through the cloud of salty pettiness in your vision. What was Changmin like around kids? The guy was rather childish himself, butā¦ you wouldn't deny that he would probably be goodā
āWhat are you smiling about?ā he mused as he peered out from under the brim of his cap. He reclined his seat back a little and crossed his arms over his chest, settling himself in for the ride back.
You scoffed and forced the smile away. āWouldnāt you like to know.ā
He hummed. āMethinks it was about me,ā he teased and tugged his cap further over his eyes so even his mouth was barely visible. At your silence, he murmured, āAlso, I hope you're not bothered about earlier.ā
āHm?ā
āI meanāthe fact that you weren't able to meditate. And,ā he added quickly, āI'm not trying to make fun of you. It's just that that was the only way Aunt Jenna could think that you could safeguard yourself against me. I'm gonna be really good about this, Yn, I swear. I don'tāyāknow, I don't want anything to change between us.ā
Ah. Well, since his hat was over his eyes, you allowed your smile to slip back into place. The weight in your chest was warm, a comforting sort of tightness. You were gradually getting more accustomed to its presence, and at this particular moment, you were glad to be aware of it.
āI believe you,ā you said to him. āAnd I don't want anything to change between us either.ā You were friends before the ritual, and you would continue to be friends after it.
You were content with being accompanied by your thoughts and the radio for the remainder of the ride. Your companion in the passenger seat had drifted to sleep at some point when the highways began to grow rather congested with the early afternoon traffic. Changmin had a dance rehearsal in a couple hours, which gave some leeway as to what time you needed to get him back by.
By the time you hit the university district, the sun perched lower in a sky spotted with cirrus clouds, wispy and drifting in the autumn breeze. The filter it cast over the world was a mute gold, warm.
Changmin peered out his side window as you navigated through the busy streets, his face nearly pressed up against the glass because his cap was turned around. There was far too much foot traffic at three in the afternoon, but it was unfortunately a popular time to be out and about for students on a Monday. āCould you drop me off at the sandwich shop on the corner over there?ā he asked suddenly, his voice gravelly from disuse. He inclined his chin further down the block, and you had enough time to switch lanes.
āYeah, sure,ā you murmured, glancing over at him. āYou donāt want me to drop you off straight at the dance hall?ā
āNah, Iāve got a couple hours, so I think Iām gonna get another bite to eat first.ā He rummaged around in the bag at his feet, double checking that he had brought along everything he needed. āDāyou wannaā¦ā His voice trailed off as he turned his head up toward you.
You hummed in question and furrowed your brows in concentration to direct your car into a parking spot along the curb.
āDid you wanna come in with me? I donāt know what your plans are after this.ā Changmin had one foot out the door, but the rest of his body remained here with you, in the car, as if hesitant to leave just yet. With the brim of his cap turned around, you could better see his face, the hair pushed out of his dark eyes. There was a small smile seated upon his lips, hopeful in the way it curved into his cheeks in the way you always found slightly endearing.
Your hand lingered by your seatbelt. What were your plans after this? Nothing, right? āI mean, if you donāā
āYn, is that you?ā
The voice and the interruption elicited similar jolts from both of you. Your head whipped around on instinct to locate the person who had called out to you.
Crossing the street to you now was Lee Chan. He had his backpack slung over his shoulder, and he waved a hand at you when he caught your eye. But they flickered away from you to someone behind youāChangmin straightened to his full height, his head appearing over the roof of the car.
You glanced back at your counterpart. That smile, so boyish and innocent, had grown an edge.
āThanks for the ride, Yn,ā Changmin said to you, ducking his head to address you. He reached into the car so he could clasp your hand, his fingers clutching yours as he stole your gaze awayā¦ they lingered. āIāll talk to you later, hm?ā
You nodded, unsure why you were so dumbfounded. āYeah, sure,ā you stammered out. āI had fun today.ā
āSame.ā And there was that smile again. It wasnāt exactly the same, but it had softened out at the corners. With a final raise of his hand, he shut your passenger door and jogged off toward the shop.
You blinked as air suddenly filled your lungs again. Had you been holding your breath the whole time? You forgot to wish him a good rehearsal.
A knock on your window had you swiveling your head around. Chan grinned as you rolled your window down. āHey, whatāve you been up to?ā
Not a mention of Changmin, you noted. You were aware of Changmin and Chanās dislike for one another, and though it caused you a torrent of internal conflict, there was nothing that you could do about it. If they were unwilling to talk about it with each other or with you, then there was no use. Both of them were important figures in your life, so it was just as important that you could keep them bothāwas that selfish? It seemed that they were able to somewhat coexist, however, if they participated on the same dance team. How did that even work out?
āI was out with Changmin for most of the day,ā you said. āWe were justā¦ yāknow, visiting a relative of his downtown.ā There was no harm in saying that, right?
Chanās expression didnāt even shudder. āOh? I didnāt know he had relatives downtown.ā
Of course, you didnāt. You appreciated that he tried to be civil about Changmin around you, but sometimes the pretense was more aggravating than the petty disdain. āYeah, they were really nice. We drank tea and chatted a bit.ā
āGlad it was a chill time,ā he smiled. āAh, speaking ofāI was wondering if you wanted to go visit Chaeyoung noona with me sometime this week? I've been trying to figure out the best time to go see her before midterms.ā
You brightened at the mention of Chan's older sister. Though his parents had passed away before Chan graduated high school, he was supported mostly by his older sister, Chaeyoung. You'd heard and seen for yourself the chronic illness that she was cursed with, however. There had been a decent stretch in time when her situation looked much better, but recently, she had been forced back into long-term care at the hospital.
āYeah, definitely! It'll be nice to see her after so long. Just text me and let me know what day you decide.ā The last time you saw Chaeyoung was probably at the start of the past summer break when you went home to see your parents with Chan. Though you and Chan were around the same age, he acted more as an older brother figure to you, likely because of Chaeyoung's good influence.
The golden hour sun glinted its rays into your eyes, and you were reminded of the time. āOh, donāt you have dance practice soon? Need a ride over?ā
āYeah, I do, but I donāt need a ride,ā he said. āI was about to meet Vernon in the cafe down the street though. Do you wanna come with?ā
The idea of accepting his invitation crossed your mind, but the ache in your legs and at the nape of your neck were suddenly a lot more prominent than before. You hadnāt even realized how tired you were. āNot this time; I think I'm a little tired. Thanks for the invite, though!ā
He pressed his mouth together in slight disappointment, but waved it away with a casual hand motion. āOf course. Drive home safe, then.ā
āI will. Have a good time, Chan.ā
Chan returned the sentiment back to you, but instead of leaving right away, his lips parted another time. He paused, concern gleaming in his eyesāor was that the setting sun? You couldnāt tell the difference, but there was something he couldnāt quite articulate with words that his facial expression was desperate to reveal to you instead.
You frowned. āSomething wrong?ā
He let out a small laugh and brushed away the thought. āNo, donāt worry about it.ā
Are you aware that you've been cursed?
Aunt Jenna's words echoed in Changmin's head ceaselessly throughout the dance rehearsal. They had been subdued slightly when he was asleep in your car earlier, but consciousness tended to surface more nightmares than the unconscious state. Even in the bright light of day, those shadows found a way to creep in and force him into some horrific tunnel vision.
No, he wasn't aware that he'd been cursed. How could he?
Out of everything he thought she pulled him aside for, that was the last thing he expected. The look in her eyesāthose dark irises that mirrored his in depthāhad been stricken by a grave worry. Those all-knowing eyes, far surpassing his in experience, had taken one look at him coming in through the door and determined something horrible had happened.
A curse?
You haven't been feeling strange lately? She had grasped him by the shoulders, her hands firm in their iron grip. Any strange aches and pains?
The headaches. He told her about the random, spotty headaches that had been plaguing him recently. It hadn't occurred to him at all that they could even be a side effect for a curse.
I've heard some strange things have been going on to the demons in your area. The curse has subsided for now because of your half-humanness, butā¦
Changmin could fill in the blanks.
His appeal to Aunt Jenna about not telling his mom about any of this included both the soul-bond and the curse. Based on what his aunt told him, there have been demons in this area who have been forced into critical conditions by an energy-stealing curse. That would explain his frequent headaches and his increased exhaustion. Though, the headaches had been on the decline as of late, which coincided with the other part of Jenna's warning.
He was at odds. He couldn't simply sit around and wait for whatever maniac was at large to suddenly stop. He and all the other demons around him were sitting ducks. Worrying about the soul-bond was one thing, but he supposed this now took priority.
Changmin hunched over his bag in one of the darkened corners of the practice room. The lights had been turned down slightly as their four reserved hours drew to a close. It was a hard night, but the sweat, heat, and adrenaline was a delightfully addicting mixture.
Absent-mindedly, he rubbed a palm over his chest. The invisible knot there that linked you to him tightened at the attention. He had made a habit of this over the course of the past few hours; the physical sensation of the string tugging grounded him and kept him from disappearing into his head too much.
Could you feel him on the other end? He was certain you could if he made it obvious. If he tugged just rightā
āJi. I need to talk to you.ā
The only sign of surprise Changmin let Lee Chan see was the raising of his eyebrows. āI don't need to talk to you.ā
āIt's about Yn.ā
Changmin's movements froze. He let go of his bag's strap and zippers with a sigh, then straightened up to meet Chan eye to eye. He crossed his arms over his chest. āWhat about Yn?ā You were his problem now, whether you liked it or not.
Chan's eyes narrowed at him, a muscle in his jaw twitching. āI don't know what you think you're doing with her, but you need to stop. It was enough that she's friends with youāā
He couldn't help but scoff. What the fuck is he going on about? Changmin's mouth twisted into an incredulous smirk, the points of his canines peering out from under his lip as he jabbed his tongue into his cheek. āI was wondering when you'd finally drop the Nice Guy act.ā
āThis isn't about me putting up a front,ā Chan quipped in hushed tones. He wouldn't have done so if he wanted to make a scene. āThis isn't even about us not liking each other. My problem is that you're roping Yn into yourāyour fucking bullshit.ā
Changmin furrowed his brows. āYou're being vague and dramatic, Lee Chan. I really don't have the time or the patience for this.ā
āI know who you really are, Ji.ā In any other context, those words in that order would have made Changmin bark out a laugh.
Changmin shuddered as he sized up Lee Chan in a different light. It was almost funny how perspective could change everything. In the daylight and bright fluorescents, Chan was a model kid with a charming smile and unshakeable charisma. He cared about you and watched over you like a brother. But without the presence of light was when Changmin was most afraid of what he saw. It was not because he was afraid of the darkāthe shadows, frankly, were a demon's allyāit was because the dark did something to Chan in the same way blood infested clear water.
Chan's mouth was set in a firm line, and nothing about his facial expression or stance gave even an inkling that he was bluffing.
āI still have no fucking clue what you're talking about,ā Changmin replied lowly, scooping his bag up and brushing past Chan.
He went to find Juyeon. The organ in his chest pumped his blood wickedly fast through his system; the blood thundered in his ears, loud and deafening, like an oncoming train. Aunt Jenna was in his head, you were in his chest, Lee Chan was at his back.
Ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boomā
He and Juyeon were out the door in a flash, but Changmin glanced backwardābecause we always turned toward that which was capable of our demise; that was survival instinctāand he flinched when Chan's eyes caught his again.
Changmin let the door slam behind him as he stole into the cold night. If only the darkness could hide him from whatever just happened.
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Pop My Cherry!
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Synopsis: your dad's best friend is none other than Toji Fushiguro, and you can't help but wonder what he could do with his hands.
Characters: Toji Fushiguro x reader. Choso Kamo is mentioned, not a major part of the story.
Content: Minors Do Not Interact! smut, afab! reader, fem! reader, dad's best friend! Toji, suggestiveness, cursing, inexperienced (ish) reader, reader is a virgin but has done things ya know, female masturbation, male masturbation, getting caught in the act, reader smokes weed, alcohol usage, pet/ affectionate names, age gap (reader is 24, Toji is in his 30s), big dick! Toji. Thatās about it.
Word count: 2k
Notes: hi friends!š«¶š i hope you all enjoyed the last one, thank you guys for the love!!! part 2 is pretty steamy if I can say that, so enjoy!! part 3 is where the real fun begins so buckle up. I might post it tomorrow if yāall enjoy this one!! Kissesššš«¶š£ļøā¤ļøāš„
Toji hears the tv playing in the background, but his attention is anywhere but the screen. His mind is racing with thoughts of you. How had he never noticed you before? Sure, you had come over during vacations or family gatherings, but he always saw you as what you were: his best friendās daughter. That was until tonight.
He heard you come into the kitchen, the smell of weed lingering on your see-through white tee. Since when did you smoke? Not that he cared enough to notice, of course. He looked at your hazy, red eyes as he attempted to follow your gaze. You were full on staring at him and your face was a deep cherry color as he managed to look away.
You looked too good standing in the kitchen next to him, with only the bulb above the kitchen sink providing enough light to admire you in. Your hard nipples poked through your shirt, and Toji tried his hardest to avert his eyes, really he did. You just looked so innocent and vulnerable once he grabbed your chin.
He had no intent on causing anything further after that little interaction. He couldnāt help but imagine what youād look like underneath him, squirming with his cock inside of you and begging him for more. He wanted to intimidate you to gauge your reaction and maybe even scare you away from him, and he was feeling like it may have been a bad idea. It only made his problem worse.
You peered up at him, eyes flicking between his nose and lips, never once making eye contact with him. He could maybe understand why you were looking at his lips, as he was thinking about yours as well. But his nose? What was so special about it? Surely you didnāt want him in between your thighs, pushing that nose places it should never be, right?
He stands up from the couch with a huff as he goes to grab another beer. Although Toji loved drinking, his tolerance wasnāt as high as one might think. Maybe he could have another beer and it would make him tired enough that he wouldnāt have to deal with the tent in his pants slowly starting to rise. He all but chugs the beer as he stares mindlessly at the tv screen.
Time passes and yet, his problem has only literally grown larger. He was fully hard now as he glanced down the hallway, hoping just a little bit that youād open your door and come help him. He knew it was bad, downright wrong, to lust for you. Even if Toji had no idea who your father was, you couldnāt be older than 25. He was in his thirties and while twenty years from now that type of age gap wouldnāt matter, it certainly does now.
For all he knew you might still be a virgin. He could tell you wanted him too, a little at least. He knew you were close to graduating so surely you had popped your cherry already. But he had no way of knowing for sure.
Thinking about taking your virginity was enough to have his pants pushed down just enough for his cock to spring out. The cold air hits him as he looks around, hoping no one else decides they need a late night snack. He contemplates pulling his pants back up from the sheer guilt of it all, until he pictures your cute little face squished in between his hands. He knew youād look even cuter if you sat in front of his cock, rubbing your pretty lips up and down his shaft. He couldnāt stop his hand from moving to touch himself at this point.
He was furiously working over his length, coming closer to the edge with every stroke. He kept scanning his eyes down the hallway, hoping no one would catch him (unless it was you of course). It felt too good to be true as he imagined what youād look like if he toyed with your nipples through your shirt. In all honesty, all he could think about was tasting you. Your lips, your pussy, anything. He came all over his stomach and chest as he imagined how cute youād sound begging him to let you cum. He couldnāt help but whine your name as he did, which made him feel more embarrassed than you had at any point that night.
With a disgusted sigh, he grabs a tissue and cleans himself off. He had taken care of his problem for now, but he knew he had created a new one for himself already.
There were only three days left before he was back to Shibuya, and heād be gone all day tomorrow anyway. Hopefully, for his sake, the days go by quickly.
He pulls his shirt back down as he lies down on the couch, shoving his face into his pillow as he tries not to freak the fuck out. He slows his breathing and thankfully, he fell asleep without any further difficulty.
āāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāā
You lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Your ceiling fan hummed, barely audible over the sounds of Tojiās snores and the loud cheering on the TV. Youāve been tossing in your bed like this for the last hour, unable to clear your mind from the filth that occupied it. His lips. That scar. His body. His voice. Not to mention the nicknames? Since when does anyone refer to you as doll or pretty girl? And since when is that person your dadās best friend?
You felt so guilty about the whole situation. What were you, some kind of slut? Thinking about having Tojiās a manās fingers on your body? Running up and down your waist, grabbing your tits and pinching your swollen nipples. Or playing with your poor, neglected pussy.
What the fuck is wrong with you? All this over someoneās fingers? You decided your first priority when you get back to university is to get laid, pronto. You could always talk to that one guy, Choso, from your ethics class. You knew him through mutual friends and he would come by to smoke every now and then. You didnāt talk to him much, but he seemed nice enough, and he was a real looker. Maybe the next time you had a get-together, you could convince him to come back to your place. It couldnāt be that hard, right?
With your newfound plan in mind, you tried your hardest to fall asleep, but it was increasingly hard to ignore the aching in between your legs. You felt your wetness spilling onto your thighs and your clit was throbbing. It was getting unbearable but you knew youād be too loud to take care of anything tonight.
Your dad, brother, and Toji had a fishing trip planned for tomorrow morning. Maybe you could smoke and rub one out like you usually do. There were only three days left of your break, so you figured that would be enough to help you cool it before you went back to campus. Before you knew it, sleep had taken you.
āāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāā
You awoke to a light tapping at your door. The sun was barely peeking through the pastel purple curtains.
āY/n, honey, me and the guys are headed out! I have my phone if you need me, weāll probably be gone most of the day. There should be some leftovers in the fridge for dinner. Love you!ā
You mumbled back a ālove you tooā before drifting back to sleep. In the distance, you heard the door shut and your dadās truck start. At least you had the rest of the day to chill, and you were finally caught up on school work. Today would be your day to finally unwind.
You woke up a few hours later, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You figured you might as well take an everything shower before you planned on lying out at the pool. You wanted to look like you had spent at least some time in the sun during your break, and your legs were getting much too hairy for your liking.
After your shower, you throw your hair in a towel while you look for your bikini. It was black and strappy, and a little too revealing for your liking. You only wore it when you went tanning since it wasnāt necessarily family friendly. The top consisted of tiny triangles, which were barely enough to cover your large chest. The bottoms were just as skimpy, with nothing but a string in the back. You grab yourself a seltzer, your book, and your speaker. You already had a preroll waiting for you, and all you had to do was find your lighter.
āāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāā
As you hit the joint for the nth time, you feel your anxiety about your finals melt away. You knew you had the potential to pass all of your classes with flying colors, but you always had a doubtful voice nagging you along the way. But since all of your school work is done, and you managed to get a jump start on some upcoming assignments, you could finally unwind. You connect your phone to your speaker, shuffling your āsummer ā24ā playlist. CHIHIRO by Billie Eilish started playing as you snuffed out your joint and left the rest on the ash tray. You were officially relaxed.
More time passed than you realized and before you knew it, clouds were covering the sky. You gathered your things and headed inside, opting to lay on your bed since you were still pretty high. You put on your headphones so you could continue to listen to music as you doom scrolled through your phone for a while. You were on twitter, shamelessly enjoying all the (insert fandom here) posts, when you came across something invigorating.
See, while you used regular porn sites like everyone else, you also knew that twitter usually had the best amateur porn. The video had an explicit content warning, with the caption āsize kinks, iykykā. The video showed a petite woman bent over a counter, with her skirt shoved up and two fingers were drilling into her poor pussy. The man behind her was big, huge even. He had his hard cock rutting against her ass as he whispered filthy things in her ear. His dick was honestly impressive. It looked like it would absolutely ruin her. With your headphones in, you could hear the lewd sounds her sloppy cunt was making all over his big hands. Those hands reminded you of someone elseās hands, and suddenly you were burning alive. You felt hot, all over, like your skin was on fire. You replayed the events of last night over and over again in your head. Thatās when you heard him call her āpretty girlā. You nearly lost it.
You snaked your hand into your bikini bottom to try and get some relief. You ran your middle finger through your folds to be met with a wetness you hope came only from the video, and not from the vulgar thoughts you were plagued with. You slowly circled your finger around your bud, grinding your hips to increase the sensation. You loved masturbating after you smoked because it made everything feel that much more sensual. You were quick to increase your pace which had you whining and gasping for more. The video was over long ago, and you were now being fueled with images of Toji doing those same things to you. You bucked into your hand as you felt your orgasm fast approaching. You were grateful you were home alone, as you were being far too loud. The stress from school was becoming overwhelming, and you didnāt realize how bad you needed this until now. You were toying with your clit at an excruciating pace as you chased your high. You were mere moments from cumming, until you see light peering through your bedroom door.
āHey, y/n, this package was on the porch, itās got your name on-ā
Toji?
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{š} day 27!! coming in a little late whoopsie! hopefully everyone likes this ending, I think it's a little bit of everything all in one! love ya! thanks for keeping up with this! wc: 1.8k {š}
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Earth 546
The ride to the hospital is long and painful. Closing your eyes from the pressure and ache in your head, shooting up from your nose and aching behind your eyes. Miguel sits with you, holding your hand and mentally cursing himself. He should have realized what he had before he lost it. The two months he was without you, they were the worst. Wondering where you were. If you were safe. His multiple screens where heād spend countless hours scouring his databases for any information that might reveal your whereabouts. And working with Lyla to track that portal. Eventually falling down the rabbit hole that led him to you finally.Ā
And now this. To see youāve managed to latch onto this so quickly. This version of himself that was ready to give you everything. He just feels so bad. He let you down. He sighs, leaning his head down on yours. Those years youāve spent together at the front of his mind. He canāt blame you for the way you reacted. Just accepting Migās love because it was the thing you needed all along.Ā
Mig keeps looking back in the rearview mirror as he drives. Keeping an eye on you and Miguel in the back. He knows he did wrong. But his intentions were pure. His only intention was to give you love. Love youād been longing for. And to escape that life he'd been stuck in forever. But he did that at the cost of lying right to your face and taking you from the home you knew.Ā
āWeāre hereā¦ā He sighs, looking back at the two of you in the backseat. Pulling into the emergency room parking lot. Miguel perks up, turning off his suit and the nanotech disappears, leaving him in his regular clothes. An outfit you recognize. Those gray pants and the light gray long sleeve with the thumb cutouts. An ache in your chest. Realizing this really is your Miguel. Looking in his eyes over the mess of tissue at your nose. He just gives you a knowing look, pressing a kiss to your temple. āItās okayā¦ā
Mig does the same. His suit disappearing and his work clothes underneath. Running a hand through his messy hair. Parking the car and sighing.Ā
The three of you make it out of the car and through the automatic doors. Entering the waiting room and getting a few looks from people. These two hulking twins escorting a bleeding you through the lobby. Like guard dogs. Glaring at anyone who dares look your way. Miguel holding your hand and Migās hand on your back guiding you through to the front desk.Ā
Soon youāre getting tended to by a kind older nurse. Cleaning up your bloody nose and giving you some stronger pain killers to help with the swelling. At your request, the boys are waiting out in the lobby. Sitting with an empty chair between them. Crossed arms and huffs, frowning at the floor and waiting for you to return.Ā
Each of them has a few choice words for the other.Ā
āYou couldnāt have picked a dimension with some higher tech? This place is like 2030ā¦ā Miguel huffs, rolling his eyes. Glaring around at the hospital. If they were on Earth 928, heād be able to treat your broken nose himself in minutes in his lab. But since Mig did all this, this is what they have to settle for.Ā
āThis place seemed safeā¦ā Mig says, staring blankly at the floor.Ā
Miguel scoffs, looking at him with a furrowed brow. āYou act like weāre not superhuman geniusesā¦ who can quite literally jump between dimensions. We can do anything we want and not many people could stop youā¦ā Miguel says matter of factly. Clasping his hands together.Ā
āMy dimensionās messed upā¦ ā Mig says. Blinking and tapping his fingers on the armrest. āEverything feels wrong thereā¦ things glitch, my whole life there was like one big glitch.ā
Miguel nods and listens. Feeling empathetic to his struggle. He can understand why he did what he did. But he still canāt help but feel itās his duty to make things right with you. Whatever that may mean. Even if it means you leaving him for good this time. All this started with you two, it should be resolved that way too.Ā
āWell there are a lot of universes out thereā¦ People like you and me arenāt meant to stay in just one. Your whole life could be waiting for you and you wouldnāt even know it.ā Miguel says. Feeling more optimistic than usual. Of course, he sees his own struggle in his fellow Miguel.Ā
āWhatever happens nowā¦ itās gonna be her decision. And weāll have to take it as it is.ā
Itās silent for a bit before the doors open finally and you walk out with an ice pack in hand. A butterfly bandage over your swollen nose. But youāre all cleaned up now. Walking over and instead of sitting in between then, you sit across from them, facing them. The three of you settling into a heavy silence.
āIām sorryā¦ā Mig is the first to speak. Not looking up at the two of you yet. Looking down at his hands. Itās quiet, letting his apology sink in.Ā
āYeah Iām really sorryā¦ I donāt know what I was thinkingā¦ā Mig sighs. āI didnāt want to hurt youā¦ but I should have been honest from the beginning.ā He hums more seriously. His eyes flicking up and expecting to see hatred in your expression but your face is surprisingly soft.Ā
āAnd Iām sorryā¦ā Miguel says. And you find his eyes on you. His apology feeling much more heavy. Three years of your life you spent with this man. This was all pretty messed up to begin with. Both of them messed up big time.Ā
āI didnāt want to hurt you eitherā¦ but I was selfishā¦ and ignorant. I didnāt know what I had until it was gone...ā Miguel huffs. Looking in your eyes.Ā
āI guess weāre just wired to love youā¦ in every dimensionā¦ā Miguel says with a slight sad smile. The two of them watching you from across the row of seating.Ā
āMe tooā¦ā You sigh with a pained grin.
5 years laterā¦ Earth 928
Youāre home. Back where you started. After having spent some time away from any and all versions of Miguel Oāhara. After the hospital, you said goodbye. You gave the ring back and a tearful goodbye to Mig who wished you nothing but love and joy in your life. And he told you about his plans to explore more of the multiverse and try to establish his own life somewhere, instead of framing his life off of the variants that are his parallel, but not his mirror.Ā
Getting back home, you decided it was best to part ways with Miguel as well. At least for a while. After the deep hurt he caused, you needed to heal on your own for a while and figure out what you want and how to love yourself first. You landed a promotion the next year, moving up a position at your job surprisingly after having to explain to them the very unique reason for your two month absence. Picked up some new hobbies after getting your own apartment. Growing flowers and herbs on the fire escape and who knew you could paint?! Made some new friends in the neighborhood. And all was well.Ā
Miguel spent his time focusing on the Spider Society. Guiding his team to protect the multiverse and working to preserve the precious timelines from running out of control. He was able to do so with the help of Lyla, Peter B, Jess and all the spider teens. And finally after five years, heās passing the Society off to those teens who are now adults. Spiderpeople in their own right and passionate about keeping the multiverse and all its inhabitants safe. And leading the Society as a united front. Knowing it will take them some time to grow into the role but heās willing to help them all along the way.Ā
Miguel plans to take a step back from the Society. And from his work as Spiderman 2099 as a whole. What with the baby on the way, he wants to be able to spend all his important time with you.Ā
One year ago, you reconnected. After spending nearly 4 years apart, he happened to check in and it happened to be on the date of your anniversary. Talking about old memories changed to talking over dinner again. And without half his mind distracted by the multiversal collapse, he could focus on you and only you. He canāt help but feel oddly grateful to Mig all those years ago for making him see what he was missing, making him realize what he was losing. You.Ā
This time he wasted no time. Proposing to you six months later and knowing itās right this time. Not wanting to lose you, not wanting to risk you feeling the way you did ever again. Wanting to do right by you. From now on and always.Ā Ā
You were married in a tiny ceremony at HQ. Peter B cried, Miles did too.Ā
And now a few months after that, youāre pregnant with your very first! Itās all you ever dreamt of. All you wanted. The family, the stability, the feeling of home with the man you love. And you have to feel grateful to Mig too because he showed you, you were deserving of unconditional love. At the time, Miguel just couldnāt show it. Right person, wrong time. But heās learned better now.
Miguel has already been decorating the nursery with little pink web designs. Full papa spider mode getting the nest ready for the arrival of your little one. And though the journey hasnāt exactly been smooth sailingā¦ youāre together at last and on the same page. And Mig 731 isnāt doing too bad himselfā¦
ā¦
Mig traveled the multiverse all these years. Going to worlds he never knew existed. Timelines that are so different from his own. Always searching for a new adventure and coming out of his shell. The shell his broken dimension always forced him into. Feeling a freedom he never had before. Not when he was sitting at home, watching other Miguelās have lives he could only dream of having. Not readily having the technology to actually get out and seize his chance.Ā
Along the way, he even met a certain someone who took his breath away. You. From Earth 764A. A feisty spider woman and the prettiest in the multiverse. And when he learned you didnāt have a Miguel in your timeline, it was like the gates of fate opened and he saw the light. The two of you traveling to fantastic worlds unknown! And falling in love all the while. Spending the rest of his days with you, the only version of you that he feels he was meant to find. Miguel was right, his whole life was out there waiting for him. You were out there waiting for him. He just had to go looking...
And they all lived happily ever afterā¦Ā
The end.Ā
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hii bbyš im so glad we became mutuals because you are my first mutualš„¹
could i request kook!reader x rafe where reader always likes to talk right before the go to bed like for (ex. they could be laying in bed cuddled up trying to fall asleep but reader just talks about literally anything) thats how i was when i was a child id stay over my grandmas and just talk her head off at nightš
yesss ofc iām exactly like this š i cannot handle the silence omg
but omg iām so glad too š„¹ ily ily and im honored to be ur first mutual šššššš
also imagine this w like season4!rafe too. this was also not proofread and was a bit rushed.. tbh
okk anyways enjoy !!
bf!rafe cameron with sweetheart!kook!reader.
you had probably the longest day of your life today. rafe, too. you both had spent all day together, shopping on the mainland.
he had been following you around in every shop, watching you try on your every item with a smile on his face.
he paid for everything too, not really bothering to glance at the total of your many items.
he just wanted you to be happy. and heād do his best job to make sure it was because of him.
but now, you had returned back to his house.
you both had a quickie quick shower together, and brushed your teeth.
it was safe to say, you both were exhausted. neither of you should have any trouble sleeping tonight, right?
wrong.
he had you laid up against his bare chest, your whole body smelling like vanilla lotion, and a hand resting against your back.
the only problem was that, you would not stop talking.
he thought you would pass out the second you entered the white sheets, but clearly you proved him wrong.
you were just constantly spewing out millions of random sentences.
ādo you love me?ā
ātoday was fun.ā
āooo, i wanna show my sister everything i got today!ā
ādo you think iād survive in a zombie apocalypse?ā
āwhatās your favorite color?ā
āmy feet hurt.ā
āmy lotion smells good.ā
āi hope my hair air dries good.ā
āwhatās your favorite animal?ā
if he didnāt know you that well, heād think you were joking with the way you were obnoxiously speaking right now.
he tried to ignore it and just drift to sleep, but he physically couldnāt keep his mouth shut anymore.
he spoke.
āokay, stop. yes to all your questions, now go to bed. please. okay?ā
you frowned, a small pout forming on your pretty lips. you let out a small huff, rolling your body off of his and causing your back to face him.
he smirked, scoffing. his hand snaked to your waist, stroking the skin there as he spoke.
ānoā baby, i didnāt mean it like that. cāmon, iām sorry. okay?ā
you didnāt answer him, opting for just staring at the wall in front of you.
he didnāt want you to be mad at him, that really was his last intention. he just wanted you to get some good rest.
he sighed, giving up. before he decided to fully pull your waist towards his body, him laughing as you tried to fight the smile coming to your face.
he turned your body over onto your back, hovering over you and planting multiple kisses on your face.
he spoke, finally pulling away from your skin.
āthere. are you happy?ā
you tried to contain the soft smile coming to your lips, but you couldnāt. you giggled, as his large hands stroked the skin of your hip.
you spoke.
āyeah, sure. maybe. whatever.ā
he smirked, before speaking back to you.
āgood. now cmon, go to bed. please?ā
you nodded, going back to your original position of laying on top of his chest as he stroked your back.
you were finally quiet, finally resting. or so he thought.
he was about to succumb to a deep sleep, before he heard your soft voice whisper.
ādo you love me?ā
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Hello! I've got a little writing idea if you want to do it. Reader and the rest of 141 are at a bar and reader keeps getting hit on throughout the night. Ghost/Soap getting jealous and feeling protective/possessive over reader and intervene. Just a little bit of a guard dog trope really. Scary man privileges. Hope this sounds a little interesting to do, have a good day :)
hello!!! thank you sm for the idea šš«¶š» please enjoy this humble writing, i love the idea š i wasn't sure if i want to do it with ghost or soap so i did both lol have a good day yourself!
scary dog privilege ā ghost/reader/soap
warnings: creepy guy being pushy, alcohol mention, swearing
your little outing at the bar tonight seems to be quite unsuccessful.
actually, no, someone else would argue that you had a very successful day at the bar, since you're currently being hit on left and right by the other patrons. that's the purpose of a bar, right? to maybe find someone to kiss or hook up with one night, and hopefully not catch anything along the way.
but no, you're actually getting quite annoyed right now, as you want nothing more than to sit back, relax, and just get a few drinks with your friends from work. that's all. you want nothing to do with these people who want to get into your pants, or even ask you what's under it.
after a job well done, your captain had wanted to treat the team a few drinks to celebrate. this gets everyone excited, especially because he's not giving any price limits, and he's quite generous. besides, who would miss out on getting free drinks?
maybe you, because you're actually thinking if it was better if you'd just stayed behind, maybe read a book or watch some movies. hell, you could've even spent time at the shooting range, which you actually hated! (because ghost would nitpick at every single thing you did wrong when shooting, and he won't leave you alone until you get it right)
poor you, being such a people pleaser, not wanting to offend the person trying to hit on you, giving them a chance to speak and you'd listen attentively before turning them down because you're not here to hook up, you're here for some drinks and maybe to catch up with your friends. work has been so awful lately that the five of you haven't had the chance to even speak about anything other than mission, work, training... it's slowly getting annoying.
unfortunately, it seems like the others are not so interested in catching up, seemingly leaving to do their own thing. gaz went to the bathroom after downing a few pints, captain went out for a smoke as it is a non-smoking bar, and ghost and soap were somewhere near the billiard table, competing for something stupid again likely. and you? you're left alone in the booth the team always sat in, alone, taking sips of your drink waiting for kyle to come back from his pee break.
you've turned down two men so far, who fortunately was smart enough to sense that you're uninterested in their idea of a good time. you have to admit, you felt quite bad turning them down, especially since they seem to be quite courteous.
this fucking bloke, however...
he was very drunk, very pushy when talking to you. you could literally smell the alcohol off of his breath, it was a surprise that no one has tried to kick him out yet. he kept pestering you, trying to sit beside you and touching you, and your politeness is growing thin everytime he tried to get you to drink with him. you tried to tell him you're not interested, but he was too drunk to even register a "no", apparently.
seriously, where the hell is kyle? why does he need to piss out his two pints of beer immediately after drinking them?
you cursed at kyle, wondering which bathroom he went to for his pee break. did he go to the bathroom in the fucking philippines or something, what's taking him so long?
quickly, someone else scooted over beside you, leaning against your shoulder. soap.
"aye, this lad bothering yer, hen?" he asked you, arms slung behind your shoulder. you thanked whatever gods sent him your way.
the man who tried to hit on you seemed offended, was about to give soap a piece of his mind, before he was yanked out of the way by ghost, thrown aside down on the floor. it made a huge commotion, people were now looking at you.
ghost sat down quietly in front of you ā where the man just sat after he tried to touch you, "reckon we should give him 'piece o' our mind, johnny?" he asked the scot.
"mmmaybe. what yer think, lt?"
now the man was fuming, being humiliated in front of the bar when he was trying to flirt with someone?
to make matters worse, now soap decided to kiss you!
he gently held your face, pressing his lips against yours, and to make it believable, even slipped his tongue in-between your lips, his eyes glaring at the drunk bloke. the man who tried to flirt with you was dumbfounded, too surprised to even say anything.
soap pulled away from you for a moment, letting you catch your breath. but before you could say anything, ghost pulled you over the table, his hands gripping your collar as he kissed you too, following what soap did, but much more intense. you didn't even see him pulling his mask up.
"see? lass's taken. shoo." soap held you close after you kissed ghost, basically telling the guy to fuck off. somehow, he left, still fuming though at the two guys who claimed you just like that.
you? you were a little dazed. confused. whatever. your two work mates kissed you after saving you from a random bloke who did not know what no means because he was too drunk off his arse. and strangely enough you didn't mind, they were the best kisses you've ever gotten in your life.
"why'd you two kiss me?" you asked, somehow. you felt stupid right after asking, clearly the answer was to help you get away from that creep!
ghost let out a sigh, taking a sip of his own glass of bourbon. "think we did ya a favor there, love."
you thanked both of them, but you still feel soap's hand squeezing your size, pulling you close to him.
"ye see, lass, can't have 'nother blether hittin' on ye."
you didn't seem to mind, you were getting tired and too drunk to even care. at least you're safe with them.
soap lets you lay your head on his shoulder, talking to ghost about something as you three waited for price and gaz to return.
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hi hi can i request a max verstappen x footballer smau but she plays for real madrid femenino and we know max is an fcb supporter (also for the sake of the smau, real madrid femenino can be just as good as barcelona femeni) and everyone going crazy when she just takes him to an award ceremony as her plus-one. no soft launch no hard launch and everyone including the grid and christian horner and madristas and everyone is shocked
MADRIDISTAS [MV1/33]
Max Verstappen x footballer!RealMadridFemenino!reader
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Summary: Y/N is one of the biggest rising stars in women's football, playing for Real Madrid Femenino. When she's nominated by Women's Football Awards for the Player of the Year, the last thing anybody would expect is her plus one to the ceremony being Formula One driver, Max Verstappen. Not only is he the World Champion himself, but most importantly, Max is a known FC Barcelona fan. Talk about making friends with the enemy...
Warnings: I have very limited knowledge of football, so everything in this story is based on my quick research. If you're a fan, please don't come for me! Though any advice would be much appreciated, because I have more football requests in my inbox XD.
Author's Note: Hi Anon, thanks for the request! I have to say it was quite challenging for me at the start, because I don't know many things about football, but at the end it turned out fun and good. Hope you like what I did with this social media au! :)
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yourusername And it's a wrap!š„ā½ļø Thank you to the whole team for another amazing year, we fought hard and we will continue to fight for the Champions League title next year as 2023/24 runners-up. Hala Madrid!āØšŖšø
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user1 Love the way you play!
realmadridfem Hala Madrid!šŖš
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user2 š„š„š„
user3 Vamosssss
user4 GO GIRLLLš¤©š¤©š¤©š¤©
user5 you really deserved to win the finale, the referee was totally biased agains you!!!
user6 Yeah, even as a FC Barcelona fan I didn't think it was fairš
martagarcialopez19 amazing Y/N! š«¶
yourusername Thank youuu!š
user7 wait does y/n know some people from motosport???
user8 No I think it's just girls supporting girls in sports dominated by men tbh āŗļø
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user7 oh yeah that makes sense
user9 Buen trabajo que equipo tan bueno con todas y en lo personal muy guapa [Good job, what a great team with everyone and personally very pretty.]
marisabel_rguez The dream team š
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yourusername Yessss
user10 HALA MADRID š¤š¤š¤š¤š¤
user11 literally the prettiest soccer player I ever sawš»
user12 you mean FOOTBALL?!šš§
user11 sry i'm american so i'm used to saying soccer
user12 well that's WRONG girlyš
user13 Princess
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yourusername Short stop back home in Monaco before flying to London for Women's Football Awards and my nomination for Player of the Year š¤š·
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user1 so pretty
maitetxuu_10 The nails Y/N š¤©
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yourusername Not better than yours though š
user2 i don't watch football but maybe i should start bc of you
user3 Wow you're such a cutie šā¤ļø
charlottesiine great work out together!
yourusername Agreed! We should definetly hit the gym together more often š
user4 omg wait how do they know each other?? didn't expect y/n y/l/n to be friends with ex-wags??
user5 Idk but they both live in Monaco so it's easy to know basically everyone who's your age there xdd
yourusername True user5, they don't tell you how small the country actually is š
user6 SHE IS MY ROLE MODEL EVERYBODY
user7 ššššš„š„
lucybrozne Seems like the Monaco sun suits you šāļø
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user8 i love that despite fcb beating madrid they're still friends outside of the fieldš„ŗ
user9 WOW you should be a model
user10 So sad your talents arenāt being fully appreciated in Madrid.
user11 oh c'mmon she probably wouldn't play for them if she felt unappreciated š
user12 but tbh I think she should be the captain.... like she's literally the best player of them all BY FAR
user13 Nah I don't like her. Hope she'll never be a captainš¤®
user12 then go away? lol
user13 damnn the 3rd picture did some unholy things to me š©
user14 right?! I don't think I'm straight anymoreš«£
user15 I have no idea who she is but let me tell you she's gorgeous
user16 āØāØāØššš¹
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yourusername Turning him into Madridista duh.
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maxverstappen1 Y/N I love you... but that's never happening ā¤ļø
yourusername Liar! You complained for a week straight about how that referee in the finals wasn't fair and we should have won agains Barcelona! š
carlossainz55 hahaaa mate she got youš
maxverstappen1 š
user1 OMGGG we converted him on our side!!!
user2 A sad day to be a FC Barcelona supporter and F1 fanš
user3 A happy day for Madridistas!š
user4 damn I may have to start watching football
martagarcialopez19 you're glowing! also thanks god now I don't have to keep the secret anymore xd
yourusername Love ya! š«¶
user5 The IT WAG
user6 can we take a moment to appreciate how cute maxie looks here?š„¹
realmadridfem You go girl! Convert new fans!š¤©šŖ
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user7 I'm still shocked by this whole thing š¹
user8 you're not the only one lol
user9 the second picture????
user10 Max is so lucky manš„µ
marisabel_rquez Ā”La pareja poderosa!š [The power couple!š]
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user11 this post murdered me and dragged me all over slaycity with how much it served š¤
user12 exactly! her and max are so hot and pretty
user13 š¤ššÆš„³ Hala Madrid!!!
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Tom Ryder x fem!reader
Summary: You try and convince Tom Ryder that doing his own stunt out of the blue is a very very bad decision.
Prompt: friends to lovers ~ "I've told you a dozen times and I'll tell you again: it's not possible!"
Warnings: implied sexual relationship.
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"Ryder,Ā I've told you a dozen times and I'll tell you again: it'sĀ notĀ possible!" you shout, hurrying behind him, holding your clipboard to your chest, your sneakers catching sand as you walk. "It's dangerous! Too dangerous," you hiss.
"Colt does it all the time," Tom simply shrugs.
"He'sĀ trained! You're just doing this to make yourself feel better. You're on some power tripĀ againĀ and I won't allow you to do this!" you tell him sternly. "As stunt coordinator andĀ your friend, you're not doing this," you add, finally gripping his arm and turning him around so you can look at him directly.Ā
"YouĀ can'tĀ tell me what IĀ canĀ andĀ can'tĀ do, sugar," Tom stares at you, his blue eyes shining.Ā
"I canĀ actually, that'sĀ literallyĀ my job." You drop your hand from his arm and sigh, desperately thinking of how toĀ convinceĀ him that he doesn't need to do hisĀ ownĀ stunts, especially one as dangerous as this to prove himself to anyone. "C'mon, this isĀ stupid, Tom," you whisper his name, looking up at him pleadingly.Ā
Tom tilts his head, blond curls falling over his forehead as he takes in your nervous expression. His lips curl into a smirk and his shoulders relax.
He walks closer and on instinct, you walk back, your heart drumming so hard inside your chest you can hear it in your ears. You and Tom have been close during shooting, butĀ never thisĀ close. You're friends, sure, but the way he's looking at you now makes it seem like you'reĀ way moreĀ than just friends.Ā Ā Ā Ā
His hand skims your hair, stroking itĀ in an affectionate gestureĀ as he leans in close. His gazeĀ flickersĀ over your body for a moment. "Why are you so worried, babe?" he asks, his tone smooth and flirty.Ā
You hate when he does this.
"Tom," you say, doing your best to sound professional, "ThisĀ is my job. It's important to me. I can't let any actors be injured because of one of my stunts."Ā
Tom rolls his eyes and grins. "Is yourĀ jobĀ important to you or amĀ IĀ important to you?" he asks boldly, having no shame. Your eyes round as his question sinks in and you can't help the heat that risesĀ upĀ your neck and settles in your cheeks.Ā
"What kind of question is that?" you ask, frowning.Ā
Tom's hand slinks around your waist, pulling you in and causing you to drop your clipboardĀ in the process. You make a small, surprised sound as your hands hit his chest and his lipsĀ nowĀ press to your ear. "Ask me nicely and I won't do this stunt," he commands, his smirk evident in his tone.Ā
"Excuse me?" you exclaim, but your voice doesn't sound nearly as pissed off as you'd wanted considering he'sĀ soĀ close to you and his cologne is making you feelĀ dizzy. You look at his features, taking him in and all those late-night fantasies start to creep in as your throat dries.
"Ask me nicely," he repeats, "tell meĀ how much you care about me, and I won't do the stunt." Tom finishes with a grin and kisses behind your ear. "I know you're more concerned than you let on, baby, just admit you like me and I'll listen to you."
His lips find a sensitive spot on your neck and your hands tighten in his shirt. This is wrong on so many levels. You're coworkers,Ā friends, not lovers. Tom nips at your skin and you gasp, your mind turning hazy as you let him hear what he wants to hear.Ā
"Tom, please don't do this stunt. I don't want to see you hurt.Ā Please, I care for you," you admit, feeling embarrassed.Ā
Your embarrassment diesĀ the momentĀ Tom kisses your forehead and mumbles, "Good girl," into your skin. His large handĀ comes up to pressĀ against one of your cheeks, stroking his thumb over your lip.
"Mmhm," he hums and leans down to press a quick kiss on your lips, "now there is no need to beg me,Ā sugar," he teases and pats your cheek almost condescendingly in a way that makes your stomachĀ flutterĀ uncontrollably.
"Fuck you," you hiss, glaring at him.
Tom's grinĀ justĀ widens. "Fuck me? Well, I suppose we could arrange that, angel," he finishes with a wink thatĀ makes your knees weak.
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