#most people probably avoid him till the atmosphere calms down

[argumentl]

The Freedom of Expression, radio version - Ep 66, Jan 2017 - LAST EPISODE - Looking back at the show.

🎍Kaoru starts by wishing listeners a happy new year, and says that although this is the first episode of 2017, after 1 year and 3 months, its also the last episode of the show. He wants to make it a big one, and welcomes Joe, Hiranabe, Dobashi, and Tasai on-air. Kami is also with them for this last shot.

Kaoru doesn't have a strict schedule this time, he'd like to use the time for everyone to look back at some of the stories they've covered on the show for the last 15 months. He also asks for messages from listeners, even though he won't be able to read them out on-air any more, he can still read them himself.

☆Kaoru then says that one suggestion for this episode was to re-listen to how he was during the very first episode all those months ago. Joe says he doesn't remember what they talked about on the show back then, but he does remember Kaoru grimacing when he saw the Tokyo Sports staff arriving at the studio. They Tokyo Sports guys laugh at lot on hearing this. Kaoru admits he had nerves, and was scared about how it would turn out. Joe says he got the impression Kaoru was worried that his long-established Dir en grey image would be smashed, though this feeling was probably all due to Hiranabe.

🔊They then actually replay the clip of Kaoru beginning the very first episode. While listening to his own nervous voice, he comments that it sounds a bit lukewarm. Joe says it sounds like Kaoru is being forced to do it as a punishment. Kaoru admits he was very nervous doing show up till about the 10th episode, when he tried solo DJing.

Dobashi adds that the original plan for the show was not to include Joe at all, and just have it as Kaoru and Tokyo Sports, but they realised it could be quite dangerous with both parties being radio beginners, so they brought Joe in to help them, Joe having extensive radio experience. Kaoru says he couldn't have done it without Joe.

They remember the first time Tasai appeared on the show, and Kaoru says the atmosphere was able to calm down a lot with Tasai. Joe also remembers the time Hiranabe brought a girlfriend with him to the studio. Hiranabe begs everyone to please forget about that. The others tell him its impossible to forget about it.  As Hiranabe tries to explain himself, giving an innocent reason for bringing her, Joe asks him why he is sweating.

🎭Next they recall Kami's first appearance during the first live special. Joe asks Kami if he'd being listening to the show before the appearing on the live special. He says he hadn't been, he'd heard about it from a friend. As to what Kami has been up to recently, he says he has changed jobs to a new job working in a warehouse in Akihabara.

☆Kaoru then hands over to the Tokyo Sports team for their best news of 2016. They first mention the big news about SMAP breaking up, but then remember the recent news about musician Aska being arrested for drug use (discussed in Ep 62). Hiranabe says that after Aska's urine sample tested positive for drug use, he apparently claimed his sample had been swapped with tea. They think its pretty interesting that Aska could have avoided getting arrested easily if he hadn't called the police to his house of his own accord. For this reason its Tokyo Sports' no.1 story. There was some confusion in the case about the validty of Aska's urine sample, as most of the witnesses would have been watching him provide it from behind, and the toilet in his home is apparently very small, making it difficult for investigators to certify exactly what took place. Anyhow, it seems Aska will be in much bigger trouble if he ever gets arrested for this type of thing again.

☆Next,Tasai mentions that there was a lot news about celeb affairs in 2016, starting with Becky. Hiranabe says he personally doesn't think there's anything wrong with having an affair. He hasn't been having any affairs recently though, he is out of money. He can't even afford to get on the shinkansen to visit his favourite women in Niigata.

🎶💲Kami then brings up the story about Bob Dylan winning a Nobel prize. Kami is interested in whether Dylan recieved his prize money, it being quite a considerable sum. If it were Kami, he wouldn't need the award, only the money. Dobashi reminds everyone that Joe has actually just released a book of Bob Dylan quotes, avaible in 7/11 stores nationwide.

🔞Next, Tasai reminds everyone of the story about the sex doll thefts in Iwate(from Ep 49). This reminds Tasai of another recent story about a man in Wakayama who had ¥60 million stolen from him by his younger lover. During a recent interview about this he brought with him a young woman he'd just picked up the previous day, and told the interviewer that even in his mid-seventies, he is still well, and likes sex five times a day. Hiranabe feels as if he needs to try harder to keep up. He'll have to wait till Spring when he has more money. Dobashi apologizes to Kaoru for this conversation, but Kaoru says its ok, he understands this feeling all too well 🤭(the others burst out laughing at this).

👕Tasai reveals he has brought in a Tokyo Sports tshirt to give away as a prize. They joke that there's no-where you could wear this outside. Dobashi suggests Kaoru could sign it to give it some value. He then adds that if you buy the latest edition of Tokyo Sports, you will have the chance of winning Kaoru's black hat, signed.

🇧🇷The others ask Joe about his memories of the show, and Joe says he thought the live phone call from Brazil with Dobashi was great, including the whole Olympic condom thing.

⚾Kaoru's biggest memory of 2016 news was the whole Kiyohara drug scandal, because he's a big baseball fan to start with. It was quite shocking for him. Kami comments on the story, revealing in the process that he reads Tokyo Sports every day.

☆To finish, Kaoru plugs two talk events that he has coming up in Feb in Tokyo and Osaka, and then gives the first public hint about the Androgenos live. When the time comes to close the show, they all say how sad they are to end it. Ironically, Kaoru has received a vast amount of emails from listeners, just as the show is ending. Many of the messages say how much people loved listening to the show. Kaoru expresses his desire to do something else in the future related to the freedom of expression, and thanks the listeners wholeheartedly.

Songs - Dir en grey/Un deux.

To radio top

[lailoken]

“Also part of the magic and spirit of place, are the beings known as Land Wights. This is a term that is common to most of the country, but in East Anglia, they are known by different and more specific names and types. In Norfolk and north and east Suffolk, the Land Wight is known variously as the Hyter, Hydra, Ikey, Hikey, Hikey Strikey, Hikey Pike, High Sprite, Sprikey, or just the Sprikey Man. These are all looked upon as a type of pixie, goblin, hobgoblin, gnome or demon, although some people see them as a kind of fairy (however these tend to be seen as a specific type of being in their own right and I will look at these later on). They are solitary creatures, and are seen to be essentially benevolent and well disposed towards human beings if treated with respect, and can generally be found in and associated with wooded and grown up areas, rather than in the meadows. If glimpsed out of the corner of the eye (which is usually the only way they can be seen), they appear to be long and gangly, somewhat twig-like and very swift. On occasion they can appear as shimmering lights in marshy or boggy areas, but again, these are more properly Will O' the Wisps and are described later. Some people have called or likened them to Sand Martins, but this does not stand out in the oral record and is probably a literary allusion to some other, unconnected spirit. The Hikey Sprite will accept offerings such as a bowl of cream, or bread and milk and will create a open fields or calm and pleasant atmosphere for the humans in its vicinity. They are sometimes used to frighten unruly or ill-behaved children, much in the way of; 'if you don't stop that the Hikey Sprite will get you', or 'if you go in there/do that then the Spriker will have you'. That aside, they generally ignore or leave humans alone and are rarely glimpsed these days. A variation on this theme is known as the 'little hairy men', who are reputed to live in the Borley Wood/Linton district of Cambridgeshire. Traditionally they scare, frighten or make off with naughty or unruly children. Alternatively, they are known to pelt them with large things 'like apple dumplings', if they are caught out at night, after dark.

Much more badly disposed towards humans are the Yarthkins. These are also solitary creatures, but can be found almost anywhere, particularly on waste ground and uncultivated plots that have 'gone off' or refuse to grow anything productive. The Yarthkin, in East Anglian lore, is particularly inimical to humans and cannot be placated with offerings, however well presented, these actually increasing their antagonism. They can, however, be trapped and removed or disposed of by various means; such is the particular art and practice of various types of Cunning Men in East Anglia. Using such items as red thread, various shaped staves and sticks, blown eggs, runic symbols and talismans, the Yarthkin can be safely disempowered and their influence contained; however this is time consuming and expends a lot of energy and the traps and wards must be renewed at intervals. Much better avoid a Yarthkin altogether.

Also antagonistic towards humankind is the much-dreaded Jack O' Lantern. These Will O' the Wisps frequent any low lying, poorly-drained, boggy or marshy area in East Anglia and also go by the names of Lantern Men, Hob-o'-Lanterns or Jinny Burnt Arses. Said by the Men of Science to be self- igniting flames of marsh gas, the East Anglian native knows better and goes in fear of these wights. The locals know that they are there to lure them off the road and drown them in the watery landscape, in which East Anglia abounds. Nor can the lonely and wary traveller whistle to keep their spirits up as they walk along for it is said that if one man should stand at one end of a field and another at the opposite end and whistle, then the lantern man will always go to the whistler and the other man is safe. This is useful to know, as the lantern man will always try to come up against you and harm or kill you if he is able.

It is equally unwise to mock a Jack O' Lantern by showing him a light or trying to copy him. A Norfolk tale illustrating this goes as follows;

‘There was a young fellow coming home one evening and he see the lantern man coming for him and he run! And that run; and he run again; and that run again! Now there was a silly old man lived down there who didn't believe in none of them things and this young fellow he run to his house and say: "O Giles, for heaven's sake let me in – the lantern man's coming". And old Giles he say: "You silly fool, there ain't no such thing as a lantern man". But when he sees the lantern man coming for him, Giles let the young fellow in, and that come for them two, till that was the beginning of a pint pot! And old Giles he thought he would play a trick on the lantern man, so he got a candle and held that out of the window on the end of a pole. And first he held that out right high, and the lantern man he come for that, and he come underneath it. And then he held that out right low, and the lantern man he come up above it. And then he held that out right steady, and the lantern man he come for that and he burst it all to pieces! But they du say, if the lantern man light upon you, the best thing is to throw yourself flat on your face and hold your breath.'

So just you all be warned!”

—

‘Spirits in the Land’,

The Devil's Plantation:

East Anglian Lore, Witchcraft & Folk-Magic

by Nigel G. Pearson

[atinydise]

Hate me more

❦ Genre: Angst/Fluff.

❦ Pairing: San.

❦ Word count: 9k7.

❦ Requested: Yes, thank you! 🦋

❦ Masterlist.

You were a longtime friend with Yunho. He was your neighbor since you moved to Seoul when both of you were kids. You grew up with each other. Every time you needed something he was there. When you were sad, he would run to you and made sur to comfort you, even if it meant that he will need to stay 2 days at your side. When he needed advices about girls, you tried to do your best to help him. You did it so well that now he was a perfect boyfriend material for everyone. But the best thing that happened to him was when you almost forced him to audition at KQ Entertainment. His friend Mingi was the first one to try and Yunho wanted to follow him but being an idol would be hard and stressful. Luckily, you were there. You stayed up with him till late to help him to practice for his audition. When he was accepted as a trainee, you were so happy for him. He would go through hard moments, but you would be there. It’s been almost 1 year and a half that you didn’t see each other for a whole month. He always did his best to meet or hang out with you. Sometimes, he would invite you to their dorm. When you went there for the first time, you met his teammates. They were all nice to you. Hongjoong and Seonghwa asked you so many questions to know you a bit more. Mingi was teasing you anytime he could just go annoy Yunho. Yeosang, Wooyoung and Jongho were trying to know some funny fact about their member’s childhood. The only one who was distant with you, was San. There was like an awkward atmosphere between both of you. He was barely talking to you. You couldn’t know if you did something bad.

One day, you were at their dorm to celebrate Seonghwa’s birthday. Hongjoong’s offered to order pizza for the dinner. San would be the one to go get it. You took the opportunity to talk a bit with him. “Can I come with you? You won’t take 6 pizzas by yourself?” You smiled. “If you want...” he simply replied, grabbing his coat. You followed San the whole way to the pizzeria. He was walking in front of you, hands in his pocket, ignoring you. You tried to talk to him. “So... San, how was your day?” He glanced at you for a second and stared back in front of him. “Boring,” he replied coldly. You gulped, “long day huh?” He signed and just hummed back to you. You couldn’t give up so fast, he would be a part of Yunho’s life, so you need to get along. “What is your favorite song, of your new album? I like ‘Precious’ the most!” You said, enthusiastically. He stopped and said, “If I would be here to chit chat, I’ll bring Wooyoung with me.” Okay that was rude, you thought. He started to walk back without looking if you were following him. To be honest, he hurts your feelings. You just tried to be nice, but he was clearly mad at you. You stayed quiet till you got in the pizzeria. San was nice and cool with the waitress. He was smiling so bad that it could hurt his jaw. But when he handed you the pizza boxes, his smile faded away. “Can you hold this, or I need to do it by myself?” You looked at him, mad. “Why are you so mean with me?” He rolled his eyes, “I’m not. Can you hold it or not?” You scoffed and grabbed 3 boxes and left the pizzeria not waiting for him. The thing you were not aware of was that San felt bad. He needed you to believe that he hates you. Why? Because he was falling for you. The first time he saw you, he felt his heart race a bit more than usual. Every time you were with them; he was falling in love for you a bit more. But he couldn’t ask you on a date or confess his feelings toward you. Simply because you were Yunho’s friend. Before debuting, they made a pact; they would never fight for a girl or date a sibling or a good friend. Yunho was like a brother, he doesn’t want to lose him and get the group in bad condition. When he saw you, leaving the pizzeria, he realized that he hurt you a lot. He sighed and followed you without saying anything. Since this day, you hadn’t talked to San. You were trying to avoid him every time you could. When you were alone with him in the same room, you just focused on your phone, trying to forget his presence or just by going in another room till someone come back. San noticed how you put a distance with him and felt bad a lot more. Yunho too, he asked you few times what was going on, but you just replied that nothing happened between you and his friend.

This lie worked for 2 weeks. But everything changed when you went at their rehearsal for their concert in Seoul. They were performing ‘Win’, you were cheering all of them and dancing messily with them at the additional stage. San couldn’t get his eyes off you. You looked so happy. Your smile was illuminating the entire hall. He was so hypnotized by you that he fell off the table he was supposed to perform on. All the boys rushed to him to see if he was fine and hoped that he didn’t hurt himself. “Are you okay San?” Asked Wooyoung crouching down to him. “Yes, I’m fine...” he sighed. “What happened? You should have stay on your side,” asked the leader. He couldn’t say that it was because you distracted him so much with your happiness that he couldn’t focus properly on the choreography. “San?” Called Mingi, seeing that his friend wasn’t answering. “Huh-,” he grunted and finally lied, “it’s just that...” Everyone was looking at him, even you, worried for him. “Y/N is nonstop moving in front of us. I can’t focus. She’s distracting me!” “Wha-“ “Yes! Can you go backstage because you are not helpful right now!” He shouted. “San, calm down,” ordered Yunho, angrily. “She’s always distracting us with her screams and terrible fanchants.” He pointed at you. You were so disgusted that you could feel your lunch stuck in your throat. You were so sad and mad at him. “Why do you hate me so much?” You yelled at him, frustrated and angry. “No-, he doesn’t hate y-“ said Yunho calmly. He does!” You wiped the tear sliding on your face. “He’s not talking to me. When I try, he just rejects me!” San looked at you, he felt so sorry that you felt like that. “Whenever I try to interact with him, he just...,” you sighed. “Whatever... I should go.” You get down off stage and grabbed your jacket. Yunho wanted to follow you but San did it first. When you exited the building you couldn’t see anything, the sun was right on your face and the tears increasing in your eyes, blurred your vision. You heard someone calling your name behind you, but you didn’t want to deal with anyone right now. As an escape, you wanted to go at the opposite side of the concert hall, but you instantly regretted it when you heard the car horn coming from your left. You knew that it was too late when you saw the car lights right in front of you. Right before the impact you felt the pain & heard your heart beating so fast. San’s voice resonated in your head. His scream was high, and you could feel how scared he was for you. When you turned to see his face, you got the impact and the last thing you saw was his feet, running to you.

San called the emergency right away. Yunho got the feeling that something bad happened and left the rehearsal. He wasn’t expecting to see your body on the floor. Blood was sliding at the side of your head. He froze. This was his worst nightmare. The taxi driver was warning people to slow down and covered your body with his jacket. San was shaking your body, begging you to stay awake. Yunho saw that he was crying. His cheeks were red and his whole body was shaking. San hugged you tightly, trying to keep you warm as possible. “Y/N...” whispered Yunho. Tears dripping off his chin. “Y/N!” He screamed and ran towards you. San looked at his teammate, running to you. “What happened San?!” He crouched to you, rubbing your cold cheek. “I- I don’t know... I tried to stop her, but it was too late...” he explained, wiping his tears with his sleeve. “Y/N, you will be okay huh? You are a warrior.” He smiled at you. You were looking at him. You wanted to smile at him like slays but the pain was insane. “The emergency is coming okay. You will be fine.” He held your hands. “I’m so sorry Y/N,” apologized San, “I shouldn’t have been an asshole with you.” Yunho looked at San. “I was scared to show you my feelings. I love her,” he confessed. His voice cracked. Your best friend was speechless and couldn’t say anything. When he tried, the siren resonated on the street. At this moment, you couldn’t keep your eyes open. You were too exhausted; it asks you so much effort. “Y/N?” Called Yunho. “Y/N!” That was the last thing you’ve heard.

These last days were terrible for Yunho. He needed to perform at their concert and act like if everything was okay, but he was devastated. During all the VCR, he was busting in tears, worrying about you. But he knows that you were the strongest girl ever and that you will be fine. He was sleeping at the hospital next to you at night and went to his schedule the day. He tried to keep his fake smile with his fans, he couldn’t make them worry. Right now, he was focusing on every line and ‘bip’ coming from your heart monitor. And when he wasn’t, he stared at you. Praying that you would open your eyes. He almost had a heart attack when someone knocked at your door. Probably your friend. She was always making sure that you were okay. “Come in!” He stood up frustrated when he saw San. “What are you doing here?” He said angrily. San sighed; seeing Yunho mad at him was the worst thing ever. “I wanted to see her...” “Okay you did, now go away San.” Ordered your best friend. “Look Yunho... I know that it was my fault, but I really need to explain why I acted like that.” “You’ve done enough San.” “Yunho please,” begged his member. Yunho rolled his eyes and sat back on the couch, “I give you 5 minutes.” “Thank you.” San took a deep breath and stared at you. “When we met Y/N for the first time, I liked her instantly. She was happy, polite and funny.” Yunho raised a brow. “I know that I would fall for a little more every time she would come.” He wipes his eyes, “but we made this pact: none of the team member would date-“ “A sibling or a close friend,” finished Yunho, knowing San’s dilemma. “I had no choice to act like I didn’t like her. Because it would ruin our friendship.” “San, you should have told me.” Said Yunho. “I know. But I acted like a coward and now everything is my fault...” he grabbed your hand in his. He felt so bad. He wished to change your place with him on this hospital bed. “I wouldn’t be mad if you date her... you are a really good guy and I trust you.” He smiled, “thank you but I don’t think she will talk to me ever again.” “W-why I wouldn’t?” They both stared at you. “Y/N?!” Yunho rushed to your side. You smiled at him, “it’s me.” “I want to pinch you so bad! You are irresponsible! You need to be more careful! My heart can’t handle this!” He scolded you. “Sorry mommy,” you laughed weakly. “I- I should call the doctor,” said San. “Wait San. I will go. You have many things to talk about.” Winked Yunho. San blushed, not daring to look at you. “I’ll come back in few minutes okay?” He kissed your forehead. When he exited the room. An awkward tension settled, like before. But for the first time, San talked first. “So... are you okay?” You giggled, “I feel like someone who got hit by a car, but I’m fine.” “I’m so sorry...” “It’s not your fault.” “I shouldn’t treat you like I did...” “It’s okay. I’m happy that you don’t hate me that much, finally.” He pecked your hand, “It’s quite the opposite of how I feel.” “Really?” You smirked. “I think I like you.” “Like me? Only?” You asked, outraged. “Okay... I might love you a littleeeeee bit,” he confessed. “Interesting.” You smiled. “And you?” You yawned, “I’m so tired. I should go sleep.” “Wait what?! Y/N! You need to tell me! That’s unfair!” Shouted San. “I’m falling asleep...” you faked. San grunted but sat on the couch. He was impatient but he couldn’t be any happier. Yunho kind of gave his benediction and he would made sure to not ruin anything this time.

[kureis-writing-hell]

AU Date

In which Kai didn't become Overhaul. He's looking after Eri, living in the compound. Nao is here as his "babysitter", a hero hired by Pops to monitor Kai because Kai is getting worryingly violent. They already know each other for bit now but it's first time they're trully alone.

It's fully for myself, Kai's POV, first kiss and first time hinted at the end. I may write something in this AU again in the future, I love all the stuff where Kai takes care of Eri!

*

“A date?” Kurono was looking at him… differently. Not in a way he let himself look at him when there were other people around. Kai readjusted his gloves, hiding his nervousness under a regular gesture.

“Yes. Could you look after Eri for the afternoon?”

“Of course I could.” Kurono wasn't wearing his mask and there was a smirk dancing around his lips. He knew Kai the best out of the whole Shie Hassaikai after all. “Can I ask who you decided to go out with? Why? I thought you’re not into dating.”

“Well. It’s Nao. He asked and I… didn’t feel revolted about the idea.”

For a moment Kurono looked at him surprised. Then laughed, covered his mouth and shook his head with a smile still visible in his eyes.

“You’re going on a date with your babysitter Nao? Really?”

“He’s not-” Kai sighed and readjusted his tie, in a more visibly nervous gesture. “I just hope it won’t be a disaster.”

“I’m sure it won’t.” For once Kurono smiled sincerely and turned his face back toward the documents he was reading. “I’ll watch over Eri, don’t worry. I know what to do in case of disaster. And we’ll stay up only an hour longer than she’s allowed.”

“Be sure she gets rest,” worried Kai. He knew that lack of sleep could worsen her condition and tried to avoid it at any cost. Then, seeing a smirk on his face, Kai realized Kurono was teasing him again. He huffed a quick “thanks” and turned to leave the room.

“Be back before ten!”

Kai left, grumbling swears towards Kurono.

…

Nao was dressed… at least better than usual. Kai couldn’t complain, he himself looked just like always. His white sneakers, black pants and shirt and a tie, a new one he never wore before. It was bottle green with a dark, orange flower pattern and Kai didn’t have an occasion to wear it before. And, of course, his favourite jacket. Nao had red sneakers, jeans and hawaiian shirt opened low enough to flash his chest.

Kai made sure to not stare too much. Usually Nao dressed in turtlenecks, jackets and anything that covered as much of his skin as possible. Usually Kai couldn't even see his collarbones and now he felt like he couldn't turn his gaze away.

It was where Nao took him that was somehow a problem for Kai.

“...street food.”

Nao stopped his obvious struggles with reading a menu, standing in front of one of the many stalls on the street. It was busy, loud and dirty all around them. He looked at Kai.

“You don’t like street food?” There was worry in Nao’s voice but he kept smiling in his creepy way. It used to be one of many things that Kai was irritated about - a stupid, weird smile that made everyone around Nao uneasy - but lately he started to find it… amusing.

“It’s not that I don’t like it,” sighed Kai, not wanting to sound rude for once. “I’m just wary of the way food is prepared. Street doesn’t speak… sanitary to me.”

Nao made an “oooh” face. He looked like a dumbass and Kai held back an amused huff. He turned all the way toward him, showing a more nervous expression.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think. We can go somewhere more comfortable for you.”

“No, it’s fine. It’s just…” Kai looked around the stall they were standing by. The seats inside were all taken, only one or two tables outside seemed free. They looked greasy. “It’s going to be a challenge.”

Nao laughed, looked at the stall they were standing by and then down the street.

“What would you want to eat then?”

“Yakitori.”

Nao nodded and pointed to one of the stalls.

“There’s a grill over there, let’s see. Maybe they have Shioyaki too!”

This time Kai nodded and they went to check the place.

…

Actually it was more like a regular night out with the men from Shie Hassaikai than a date. Minus the loud discussion. Kai didn’t usually take part in those outings, but when he did they went through basically the same. Some grilled food, beer, a loose discussion. He didn’t really understand why they had to call this one a date. And so he voiced his concern.

“Well, I thought about taking you to a fancy restaurant but then I thought it would be more fun to just have a walk around. And, uh, I always found fancy places a bit awkward.”

“Awkward?”

“Yeah… I’m not used to places like that. I feel like I have to behave because everyone is watching me. Here I can have an open discussion with you, without worrying if someone could overhear us.”

“Oh. That’s why you wanted us to meet outside of the compound?”

“Yeah.” Nao laughed and bit the head of a fish he held on a stick in his hand. He continued with a full mouth, to Kai’s exasperation. To his dread he was starting to get used to the messy way Nao ate by now. “Kurono and Eri are always around you when I come in. And if they’re not then the others are. I wanted to have you just for myself for a while now.”

“What do you want to talk about, if they shouldn’t overhear it?” Kai took a mouthful of his beer, ignoring Nao’s last sentence. Nao, with a smirk, followed him before answering.

“Did you ever had sex?”

Chisaki choked, coughed and covered his mouth with his forearm. After calming his throat he looked at Nao, taken aback.

“Do you usually ask people about that on your first date?” he asked incredulously.

“It depends if I want to fuck them afterwards.” Nao laughed, seeing Kai’s expression. “I’m joking, don’t worry. We have known each other for a while now. I just wonder. You don’t have to answer if you feel uncomfortable about it, though.”

Nao grabbed another shioyaki to busy himself with something. Kai bit his lip, then licked over it. A group of teenagers passed them, laughing loudly.

“Actually, I didn’t,” he said, looking at Nao. He expected the other man to laugh or comment. Nao looked back at him, in the middle of a bite on the fish’s tail, chomped it off and swallowed it.

“Can I ask why? Like, was it your choice or did you just have no occasion?”

“I-” Chisaki was a little surprised. He readjusted his gloves, knowing Nao noticed and understood the tik. “You know. I’m not a fan of meeting new people. And getting intimate… let’s say I decided to wait for someone special.”

Kai grimaced only after saying that. He realized how pathetic it sounded, especially from someone like him. But Nao, again, didn’t laugh or ridicule him.

“That’s nice,” he said instead.

“...nice?”

“Yeah.” Nao took another bite and sipped his beer. “You got to experience your first time with someone you get to trust. It’s always better than fucking with the first person you’ve met and felt mildly attracted to as a teen.”

“If you say so.” For the first time in a while Kai actually showed his embarrassment. He tactically covered his flushed face, drinking his beer.

“No, I mean it!”

“Did you have sex then?”

This time Nao chuckled and blushed by himself.

“Yeah, a few times… first with a girl I met as a teen.”

Chisaki snorted and covered his lower face with surprise. He looked at Nao and the way the other man was looking back at him made him blush more.

As if he was a piece of art.

…

When they finished and went down the street, to have a walk, Kai refused to take off his mask again. It covered most of his embarrassed expression and he would like to leave it like that. Nao whined a little about it but then accepted his choice and led the way. It was getting less crowded the longer they walked till, finally, there were no people around but them. They entered some quiet neighborhood and didn't stop there, walking down the deserted street. The chill of the night was calming.

"Did you tell anyone about our date?" asked Nao suddenly

"Only Kurono." Kai reached to readjust his mask for one more time tonight and stopped himself in the middle of the movement. To keep his hands busy he brushed off his sleeves. "Oh. And Eri knows I went out with you. She probably spread it to everyone."

"So the whole Shie knows?" Nao laughed. "Hope it doesn't mean I have to marry you now."

"Why, it's a good arrangement, you'd get a position in Shie."

“I would?”

“Of course. You’d marry into the family. We may not be as powerful as we used to but we’re still respected.”

"Oh if you say it like that."

Chisaki playfully hit Nao in the side. He didn’t feel perfectly comfortable talking about it, because in the back of his head he had Pops and financial problems and everything, but he liked the loose atmosphere. Nao laughed and looked at Kai with a soft expression.

"I like when you're like that."

"What do you mean?"

"Relaxed. No need to be a big, scary yakuza gun. Just me, you and your pretty smile." Suddenly Nao stepped into Kai’s personal space, making him stop and cover his mask. He did that a lot. "Come on, show it to me."

"I don't smile."

"Oh you do!" Nao’s own, creepy smile spread over his face. "Well, maybe you don't but you can. I know it's gonna be the cutest thing!"

Kai stepped back, feeling how his face was getting warm. Nao kept looking at him and it was way too persistent. Just when Kai was getting fed up Nao stepped back, shaking his head.

"I'll get that smile out of you at some point."

"Sure."

And Kai had to actually hold himself back from making a small smile. He knew Nao wouldn't see it anyway but it was a thing of pride for him.

They arrived in a small park close to the neighborhood. It had trees and an outdoor gym, along with some stuff for kids to use, but at this hour it was obviously deserted. Nao sat on a bench, spreading his arms on the backrest. He looked expectantly at Kai, so Kai rolled his eyes and sat by Nao’s side. He also leaned back, relaxing on the bench.

"Did you ever kiss anyone?"

In a second Kai tensed, looking at Nao with surprise.

"What kind of question is that? You sound like a creep."

Nao laughed. He moved his arm closer to Kai but he made it look like an accident. Kai didn't get fooled, he knew Nao was touchy a lot, but he let it slide.

"You're avoiding the answer." Nao smiled smugly. "Do you also keep your first kiss for someone special?"

"Do you have a problem with that?" Kai couldn't help but get defensive. He knew Nao was teasing him, it was really obvious, but he still took it personally.

"I don't, if anything it would make you even more adorable."

As always Nao knew what to say to turn Kai’s mood upside down. Kai immediately forgot what he was being defensive about.

"I'm not!"

"Not adorable? Prove it."

"I-" For a moment Kai wasn't sure what he was supposed to answer with. "I killed people!"

"I used to do so as well… you don't think I'm adorable?" Nao gasped theatrically.

"That's not- ugh, shut up."

Nao laughed openly, grabbing Kai’s shoulder to keep him from moving away. Kai grumbled something before leaning back against the bench again. He crossed arms over his chest, on purpose not looking toward Nao.

"I could kill you right now."

"Aw, but you would bring me back anyway."

"I'm debating that."

"We both know you'd miss me!" Nao kept laughing some more.

Reluctantly, Kai had to admit to himself that he, indeed, would bring Nao back. There were a few whys to that, too. In the first place, it was his boss that hired Nao. Eri, as well as some of his own men, liked Nao. Nao was a goddamn hero, Kai couldn't risk killing one of those and bring too much attention to Shie Hassaikai. And, finally, Nao was fine. First time in years Kai met someone he didn't feel like dying while talking to. Nao was annoying, could be an asshole and a weirdo, his quirk was horrible and he sweated like a pig because of it, but for some reason Kai was willing to leave his house with him. Have a walk around the city. Eat goddamn street food.

So, yeah, Kai would bring him back. More importantly he wouldn't even overhaul him in the first place. And, frankly, it scared the shit out of him.

"So?"

Kai wrinkled his nose.

"I kissed. Before." He made the mistake of looking at Nao. He saw big, sparkly eyes, making the other man look like a puppy. He shook his head, looking away. "With Kurono. I'm not a fan."

The silence worried him so Kai looked at Nao again, cautiously. And he had to hold back a surprised flinch. If his smile was creepy then his serious, angry even expression could be terrifying. It was pretty obvious Nao was jealous.

"It was in high school," he explained, knowing well he didn't have to explain anything. "I didn't want anything to do with other people but everyone kept talking about kissing, dating and other shit so-" Kai brushed the back of his head. "I wasn't repulsed about Kurono back then. He did it because I told him so and uh. It was just weird."

"So the only time you ever kissed was because you were curious and you had someone to use?"

"Yeah. But what's the difference? It's just a kiss."

Both of them looked at each other and Kai felt like he shouldn't have said that.

"Take the mask off. I'll show you the difference."

Nao still looked jealous. Kai had no idea what it was about Kurono that worked him up like that but he knew it was dangerous. For example right now. He held his mask protectively.

"We ate."

"Is that the only but you have about this?"

Kai frowned, wanted to argue that he didn't say "but", tell Nao that he just wasn't into it at all. Yet he nodded, led by some kind of curiosity. Nao looked like he was plotting something and, while Kai knew he wouldn't like it, he wanted to see what it was.

And maybe he actually wanted to try kissing him.

Without a word Nao got up and grabbed Kai’s hand. He led him out of the park, to the street and into a konbini, the only place there that seemed to be people around here. Observed by Kai’s golden eyes, Nao bought two toothbrushes, two water bottles and a small tube of paste, the one that people use for traveling. Already knowing what Nao’s plan was, Kai only kept rolling his eyes.

So damn cheesy.

Back in the park, Nao took the pink toothbrush and handed Kai the blue one. With amusement, Kai looked it over and then back at Nao.

"Now you don't have any buts." Nao put the toothpaste over his brush and handed it to Kai. Kai took it, prepared his own toothbrush and had Nao splash it with water.

"I guess you're right."

Kai tugged his mask down and began brushing his teeth. He observed how Nao did it at the same time. First the upper right, then left, then the same on the lower jaw. He quite enjoyed looking at it, considering how messy and disordered Nao was it was quite surprising to see him wash his mouth like that.

The toothbrushes landed in trash after they were done and then Nao looked at Kai. And Kai felt nervousness swelling in his abdomen.

"I'm going to touch you," said Nao.

"Where?"

"On the neck. And jaw."

Kai licked his lips, bit the lower one and nodded.

Nao stepped closer, as always invading his personal space. They were almost the same height so none of them had to lean down, they just looked each other in the eyes. Then Nao lifted his hand and placed it on Kai’s neck, with the thumb over his adam's apple. Kai flinched just slightly but stayed in his place. He saw how Nao was getting even closer, panicked just slightly and shut down his eyes.

There was a second hand on his neck, on the other side, making him feel excited and guiding his head. Then a touch on his lips, rough, making his skin itch but somehow not in a bad way. He sighed, getting some of the tension out of his body, trying hard to not think about what was happening right now. Not about kissing but the contact and everything else. He wanted it and he didn't want his head to interrupt them.

Softly, Nao deepened the kiss, making Kai jump a little. There was a pause but after a second Nao continued. In no time his tongue was touching Kai’s and it was the weirdest feeling ever. Kai felt his hands slide more to the back of his head, tangle into his hair, touch his ears and he relaxed even more. It felt good. So good actually. How could it feel so good? It was just a kiss after all.

Then Nao did something unexpected. He moved his body, sticking it against Kai’s. Kai wanted to stop him, that wasn't the amount of touch he agreed to, but before he could he felt a friction between his legs and gasped into Nao’s mouth. Nao turned his body in a way that made Kai feel amazing and suddenly he felt stupid for just standing there.

Warily, Kai put his arms around Nao’s shoulders, making sure his hands didn't touch him. He didn't want to. He was too worried his quirk would act up.

That obviously made Nao excited. The pace suddenly changed and he deepened the kiss even more. His teeth clicked against Kai’s and Kai felt like he had to pay back for it. From a soft, long kiss they immediately went for a wild, aggressive one, body brushing against body, hands on the small of his back-

Wait-

"Mnhao." Kai felt the warm leather on his skin on the back, under his shirt. He didn't even notice when Nao got his shirt out of his pants.

The kiss stopped but Nao didn't move back even a little.

"Do you want to stop?"

He looked… good. Too good. Breathless, flushed and hungry. And it did things to Kai. He wanted more. He wanted to see Nao… do more.

"I don't," sighed Kai. He was entering a field he knew nothing about and it was making him uneasy. But he felt enchanted.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm not."

Nao was about to say something again but Kai interrupted him. He smashed his lips against Nao’s, trying to mimic what Nao did a moment ago. It made the older man chuckle but follow him slowly, giving Kai time to adjust.

"Do you want to go somewhere else?" After they stopped the second kiss Nao moved one of his hands from Kai’s back and touched his neck again. Kai shivered.

"Where?"

"My place?"

Kai made a quick, jerky nod, worried he would change his mind if he waited even a little bit of time.

…

"Look at that, the young boss is coming back from his date the next day and in the same clothes."

Kai would do anything to slip by the welcoming committee and into his room, to at least change his clothes, but they were faster. Kurono, standing in the door, was smiling smugly. Eri was trying and failing to make a similar expression.

"Don't call me that."

"Where's your tie?"

Kai touched his chest and grimaced under the mask. He left his new, never used before tie ruined back at Nao’s place. Nao promised he would save it, though.

"I didn't have a tie." Kai could see how hard Kurono was holding himself back from laughing. He looked down at Eri. "And you?"

Eri blinked, looked at Kurono, looked down and murmured something but Kai couldn't hear her. He looked at Krono questioningly.

"What was that, Eri?" Kurono prompted her to speak louder.

"Why didn't you take me to the sleepover, uncle?" she said, this time loud enough. Kai felt a blush rising in his cheeks and was glad for his mask. He looked at Kurono and immediately realized he wouldn't be much of help, he was snickering into his hand.

"I didn't plan it. If I knew I'm going to stay over at Nao’s then maybe I would take you too."

Eri's eyes glimmered just slightly.

"Then! Can, can I go with you next time? For a planned sleepover?"

Kai gave himself an inner slap. He walked into that himself and had to come out with something now. So he crouched, observed by amused Kurono.

"How about the next time we invite Nao here?"

Eri's big eyes glimmered even more now. She nodded enthusiastically before Kai took a hold on her and lifted her up. She was fully clothed, she even wore her gloves, which she started doing more willingly after meeting Nao. Another good outcome of his existence.

Right after straightening Kai handed the girl to Kurono. He felt his back and hips protesting. And Kurono obviously noticed that something was off.

"Just make sure the exercises aren't too difficult once he stays for the night. We don't want to be woken up by you two."

"Exercise? Why would you exercise on a sleepover?"

Kai looked at Kurono tiredly and then at Eri. He entered the house.

"That's what adults do during sleepovers."

"Exercise?" She seemed offended. "That's boring."

"If he comes we're going to do what you want, okay?" Eri nodded with relief. It was almost funny, to be honest. "Did you have breakfast?"

Kai took off his shoes and entered the house. Kurono, holding Eri, moved after him.

"We didn't, she wanted to eat with you."

"I need to change first," sighed Kai. "Go to the kitchen, I'll join you."

Kurono smiled and put Eri down. She looked at him.

"I need to talk with your uncle about work, go first. You can prepare the table." Eri nodded and ran toward the kitchen. Kai looked after her, exasperated, then at Kurono, honestly expecting anything. "How was it? I assume good, since you're back in the morning?"

Kai readjusted his gloves, walking toward his room. He made sure they're intact before looking at Kurono again. He couldn't get rid of the memories from the night, how nice it was, how unexpectedly good it felt. And Kurono obviously noticed how he drifted away for a moment there.

"Was it that good?"

"I guess."

"Did you really have sex on your first date?"

"I- what? Where did you come out with that?" Was it really that obvious? Of course he ached here and there and his clothes were crinkled but-

"Did you miss the whole conversation we just had?" laughed Kurono.

"You didn't have to bring that up though."

"Maybe. But I need to know if we should celebrate or not." Kurono joked but at the same time took a cautious step away from Kai. Chisaki frowned, clenching his fists.

"You should celebrate being alive," he grumbled. Kurono was getting ahead of himself and Kai didn’t like that. "Go make some use of himself and make breakfast."

"Oh, didn't Nao treat you to-"

Kai shut the door to his room right in front of Kurono’s face.

[randombtsprincessa]

Azure || 3

Author: Randombtsprincessa

Characters: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Chapters: 01  02

A/N: Below is our precious Alien! Koo!

The beam lit up purplish blue, and a pair of eyes – bright blue eyes looked back at me and I let out a small yelp just as a mouth opened, one word falling from it.

“Hello.”

My foot slipped in the loose dirt, foothold vanishing and I tumbled down, a few inches into the pit. Voice got lost somewhere in the throat and all I could do, was stare dumbly at the tall being. For its part, the creature didn’t give off threatening vibes as it kept standing there, in the light of my mobile flashlight.

Slowly, as if not to startle me, it took a step closer. The Purplish blue skin was what I saw first, with two bright eyes staring straight at me. There was no iris, no pupil, nothing; just blue orbs and a mass of red on what would serve as a head.

The creature was dressed in full black, a shimmery material that stretched onto its torso and legs, harnessing attached to the outfit that was rigged with buckles and buttons of sorts.

What was the most surprising was…it didn’t look too…inhuman. It had a face, lips, nose, jaw and neck. It was just the eyes that made me want to run.

“Do you understand me?” It spoke, and I jumped, my leg fixing itself in the mud even more firmly.

“I…” I looked about, wondering if anybody was around to help me with this. Even if there were, I doubted they would be of much help anyway.

It waited for a reply.

“Ye…yes, I understand you.” I tugged at the leg, trying to free myself from the hold of the earth.

“Ah good,” the blue eyed humanoid said, a hand came up, clamping onto its wrist where a button glowed as it touched it. “Looks like I got the language correct,” it mumbled.

“You…you mean, English?” I asked, frowning a little.

It nodded, and the mouth of the creature stretched, resembling a grimace, rather than a smile. “My name is Jung-Kook. What is yours?”

I blinked. “Um, it’s Y/N.” I lowered my voice and it put its hands palms up and facing me before bowing its head.

“Y/N, it is very nice to make your acquaintance.”

I raised my eyebrows. Who spoke like that, except maybe old timey people? But then, I spotted the button on its wrist still glowing. Maybe he was just speaking normally and it got translated like that?

“Uh…that’s great. Nice meeting you too.” I tugged at my leg again.

“Do you wish assistance with your limb?” it asked, noticing my struggle.

“No, no I got it.” I said but it was already moving…while also changing shape.

The glowing blue eyes dimmed, settling into the whites of a human male’s, only the iris glinted with evidence of the blue now. The limbs shortened, gaining human dimensions and the purplish glow of the skin vanished, retaining a deep golden tan. The floppy red hair fell into its eyes as now before me stood, an almost human looking boy of my age.

It…or He reached down, hand wrapping around my calf and with the other hand; he pushed the earth down, letting me pull my leg free. “There,” He drew back respectfully as I shook my shoe of the loose sand and mud.

“Thanks, I guess.” I looked up at him. “So…what are you doing here?”

Jung-Kook tilted his head. “That is something that I am going to require your help with.”

Maybe the ideas I had had after that particular meeting weren’t the brightest. But then, I couldn’t just leave the being I’d found in the woods out there to fend for himself. So, I’d beckoned at him, turning around and started the trek back home.

Jung-Kook had followed obediently, too quiet as he walked behind me slowly, looking around as he did. We didn’t speak at all till we were at the door. I unlocked it with my key, his eyes inquisitive as he watched me slot it in the lock and turn till it gave way.

And then, I had an absolute stranger that I had found in the woods, crashed landed in some spaceship in a crater in my house.

I turned around to see the man standing very still, in the center of the living room. His hands were bundled close to his body, fingers fumbling among themselves and those azure eyes spun around, soaking in the sights. It wasn’t much to take. Wood and concrete construction had been soon intermingled with metal and steel as generations had passes and were probably boring to the inhabitants of the home.

However, to Jung-Kook, it seemed to be the sights of the Great Pyramids.

“Do you,” I hesitated and Jung-Kook looked at me. “Are you hungry or thirsty or something?” I asked.

There was a pause as the translating button glowed. Jung-Kook processed your words and then took a step forward. “I don’t know what kind of nourishment you have that will work on me but yes, I would love to have something.” He slowed.

“Where am I?” He asked.

I supplied the name of the town.

“That’s not a planet I have heard of.” He frowned in thought.

“Wait, planet…no, we’re on planet Earth.” I clicked my fingers in realization and Jung-Kook’s face cleared.

“Oh,” he smiled, two front teeth poking out. “I have heard of that one. It’s the Blue Planet.” He poked some button on his waist harness.

“Yeah…” I moved into the open kitchen, watching him closely as a panel opened up on his palm, allowing him to click away.

“Terrain foods and water will do just fine.” He called.  

“Is cold water and hot toast good?” I called back, pulling out bread and a bottle of water that I handed to him.

There wasn’t an answer. Jung-Kook gingerly accepted the bottle, one hand running up the surface.

“It feels strange to touch.” He murmured.

I took the bottle back, unscrewing the cap. “It’s cold. We put water in refrigerator to freeze or cool.” I explained.

“Like a cryogen chamber; we have those too, but we don’t put sustenance in it,” He returned.

I nodded, watching him place the tip at the base of his mouth, the water slipping onto his tongue and he shuddered, swallowing messily. Water spilled out from his lips, splattering onto his outfit and some on the counter. I moved back to avoid being splashed as well.

Jung-Kook spluttered, coughing, the deep gold of his skin flushing from the strain.

“Forgive me; I wasn’t prepared for that kind of onslaught.”

“Onslaught…? Calm down, it’s just some cold water.” I was saying when the toaster popped.

The reaction that garnered from the man was not what I expected, however.

Jung-Kook shot a mile in the air, blue eyes popped wide open as he let out a very loud and high pitched squeal. Strangely, the sound made something pop in my ear and a lot of lights went off along his shoulders.

The buckles on his clothes loosened, revealing more belts, filled with…some things that looked awfully like weapons of a very high technological grade.

“What’s wrong?” I screeched, hands coming up to rub at my ears.

Jung-Kook had already pulled one of the things from his belt, brandishing it. “What was that?” He screeched in turn.

I moved away so he could see the toaster.

“It’s just your toast!” I switched off the appliance, putting the toast of a plastic plate to slide it over to him.

He watched the lightly browned bread, still suspicion on his face and he prodded it. He actually prodded at it with his stick like thing.

“It’s…food?” he shot at me.

“What else would it be?” I asked, irritated when I noticed the time. My parents would be home in a few hours and there was no way, I could let Jung-Kook march about with that look.

“Ok, we need you to change your clothes.” I said.

All I got was a confused blink.

Jung-Kook sat at my dinner table, wearing a shirt and sweat pants that I’d gotten off of Yoongi and never bothered to return. It was a lot more fitted on him than on both me and Yoongi but it also made it less suspicious.

His chest filled out the green material, legs tapping nervously in the grey pants as he watched for my approval. I’d had him change quickly, stashing the ‘space suit’ under the loose floorboards of my closet.

“Cute,” I said, in surprise, flushing immediately. I had never blurted out a compliment to a guy so unmindfully before – not that it mattered. But he didn’t seem to mind, only taking the compliment in stride.

“Good, does that mean, I blend?” he asked.

I nodded, sitting down in front of him.

“So, you want to tell me everything?”

Jung-Kook fiddled with the hem of the shirt.

“Well, as is pretty obvious, I think, I am…not from this planet.” He began.

“I come from Planet 7B4T3S. It’s one of the farthest planets of the galaxy, and probably the most developed. It’s not discovered by your people yet.”

“Then how did you come here?” I asked.

Jung-Kook smiled that strained smile again, as if he was out of practice. “Because, we have discovered you,” He said.

“Like I said, my planet is much more advanced than this one. We don’t have popping heaters for our carbohydrate cubes.” He indicated the bread. “Anyway, I am a novice student at our Education Agency. I was studying in the training hangar for the Exploration pods. Part of it is mechanical surfing. You take a pod and work it around the outer atmosphere but something went wrong. The expedition program crashed on my server and I shot out of our orbit.”

He bit into the toast with a crunch. “Long story short, I blacked out pretty much all the way due to the pressure changes but here I was when I woke up. I tried to fix the pod, to see what crashed it and if I can reprogram it to take me back home but…”

He made a fist, making a show of plugging something in and then fizzling noises from his mouth.

“I don’t know what I’m doing and I probably don’t have the proper tools to do it.” He gave me a sheepish smile. I would’ve rolled my eyes if it wasn’t so endearing.

I sat there with him for a while, watching him finish the toast, crumbs flying everywhere. He was soon gobbling more food, first two more slices of toast and then a full brick of noodles and then cup ramen.

“You have a big stomach.” I commented, placing the steaming container of spicy ramen in front of the boy but he only shrugged.

“Food on our planet has a higher count of calories because we have higher stamina and energy. What I eat in one meal is probably two of three days worth of intake for you.” He eagerly grabbed the noodles, not paying attention to the temperature spikes anymore as he gripped the fork and began slurping.

A simple movement with the fork and spoon had taken him several tries before he revealed that they used spikes to shovel the food directly into their mouths, or took special forms of capsules, especially if they were doing something important or working and studying.

I think that pill compared to caffeine, not that I asked anything to the alien.

Jung-Kook was already apprehensive of everything except for the wooden chair he sat on and the table in front of him. He jumped at the toaster, cringed from the stove and he was nervous around the fridge.

I was content to leave him eating where he was as I took a minute in the kitchen, working out what I was doing and what I was going to do.

I had brought an alien into my home, I had a crashed space pod in my back woods…it…he was eating at my dinner table. I had fed him, clothed him, there was no way I could let him go out there onto the roads. Not only would it be unethical but also plain stupid.

An alien who had only one place to point to? Nope, no way was he going out there without me.

“Hey, um, Jung-Kook,”

“Yes,”

“I think we should bury your pod.”

Jung-Kook did most of the work.

With a couple rusty shovels that my dad kept in the garage, we dug the pit where his pod had landed a little deeper, allowing the huge thing to sink further into the ground. Then we shoveled the dirt on top of it, patting it with our hands till it lay smooth.

It wasn’t a beautiful job done by any means, but at least no one was going to trip over it if they went jogging through the woods.

By the time, we stashed the shovels and got cleaned up, my parents had returned – all too surprised to see a boy with me.

“His name is Jungkook.” I said, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and squeezing.

“And…?” My father asked.

“And, um, he’s a friend…he’s going to enroll to our school soon and he has no place to stay.” I made up as I went along, with Jung-Kook’s big eyes blinking at me.

“Y/N,” my father immediately began his refusal.

“It’s fine.” My mother said suddenly, smiling as she went to pat Jung-Kook’s cheeks. “As long as you need to, dear,” she said smiling before giving me a warning look over his shoulder.

So far so good, I thought as we retired for the night, Jung-Kook still eating as if he hadn’t eaten more than half of my food in one sitting.

But even as I looked out the window that night to see him pacing restlessly in the back yard, I wondered if it was all good for the alien.

[unikornu]

Graceful Sin,

(shortie - words 2,223)

“After another argument between Lucy and Gage, the Overboss storms off to Parlor where she catches on a private moment with her pre-war boss, Harrison that recently made a come back to Nuka World. “

______________________

It was late and silent evening at Nuka Town with the exception of shouts coming from the Fizztop mountain which belonged to well known crocked couple, Gage and Lucy, arguing once again about Institute deals she forgot to mention and all confusion about newly arrived guest, Harrison, her pre-war shady employer. Lucy wasn’t the one to handle long arguments, especially against someone as stubborn and loud in complains like her fellow raider, no longer being able to stand the tension she turned around and just left, pushing the door behind her and going towards the elevator with a rapid steps, her blond braids swaying after her and hands clenched, moving to the sides.  

- Boss, shit, where the hell ya going again? Let’s just finish the talk, c’mon. Gage followed, almost ran after, grabbing her under the arm before she entered the elevator.

- We finished. The Institute deals are staying if you like it or not and so will our guest. She forced her arm out of his grip and looked at him, squinting her eyes in a threatening manner.

- A bit longer and they will settle up their own fucking lab right here with even bigger bunch of fucking synths. Even if Gage hoped for her to stay he just couldn’t let the complains go and it certainly didn’t help to calm down the atmosphere.

- He is not a regular synth but still a person Gage! And neither at Institute side, when will you fucking understand it and just let it go, jezz. Lucy snapped back at him and entered the elevator, pushing the button and refusing to listen anything Gage was still shouting through the closing in front of him door.

She leaned against the wall and sighted deeply, letting the nerves float away till elevator hit the bottom. Harrison arrival brought some good and bad news. Good for her that she managed to claim something back from her pre-war life, more than just a thing or souvenir but an actual same person she spend her last years with, before the world went to shit. Bad because even if Harrison was avoiding the Institute like a worst omen he failed to prevent from becoming bigger, Gage had a really hard time to see a remaining soul of an actual human he was and still is under the synth skeleton wearing his skin like a costume, not mentioning all the experiment that made him a supernatural entity, his soul possessing the body he still managed to recover from the pre-war lab. For Lucy it didn’t matter, since in the end they had each other and did care despite all the toxic work crime relations they went through.

Every time she was down Parlor always found a way to calm her mind, be it a theatrical rich environment of it, calm music and bottle of booze along with it, just chilling at the decorated by red silky cloth table with her legs rested on top of it, candle burning slowly in the background, letting her to light a cigarette. This time was no different with the only exception that it was empty, only a familiar tall figure leaning against a wall, Harrison himself, wearing his usual long gray shiny coat, smooth and clean, always looking like a gentleman that lost a feeling of time.

- Tough break, Feit? He nodded at her from under his round classic hat, sending her a shiny green glance.

- It’s that visible, is it? She asked in response, dropping heavily onto the chair and lighting up a cigarette.

- I know you too well so i see it instantly and sense too...in a way. Porter eh? Bitching again? He smirked with a corner of his lips already knowing the answer.

- Bitching? You seem to catch a local language quite fast, sir. She smirked back at him in a distance and puffed a smoke in the air, leaning back onto the chair.

- No choice but to try to fit in, helps to take away more of these curious eyes off me. If synth gossip cause such a stir around i would rather not let anyone find out what i am. He pushed himself off the wall and approached her, grabbing a chair on a way and taking a sit at the other side of the table.

- Institute still has no fucking clue about you and i will keep it that way. She crushed a smoke in the ashtray and placed her elbows onto the table, palms of her hands supporting her tired pale face, wearing a signs of stress from at least few days. Harrison noticed it.

- When did you....how to say it, chill out last time, Feit? You look like shit, no offense of course. He raised his thick black eyebrow at her.

- I don’t remember, it has been quite a busy time, cleaning after the bloody disciples and trying to set you up here, spread some believable information...i completely lost track of time. She brushed the inner corners of her eyes with fingers and looked back at him as he stood up and started turning his head around.

- What are you looking for? She asked, curiously.

- Something to help you relax, of course. His eyes stopped at the old pre-war   gramophone, still with a famous golden tube attached to it and a vinyl inside. He waved his hand, a bright green stroke of energy with smoke flew out of his palm as he wiggled his fingers towards it, putting a vinyl into a gentle spin as the needle slowly lowered to let the parlor room fill with the slow blues tunes.

- Nice trick. I think i remember this song. Lucy mind flew back to the times when there were still bars and dance pubs, filled with couples, talking, drinking and dancing after the work, including her but the only partner she remained with that time was the half empty bottle of booze.

- Me too. Harrison’s mind flew to the same pub she was sitting in that time but lacking a courage and clear reason to enter and just join her, especially hours ago his hands were all stained in her partner’s blood. He didn’t dare to even let the thought slip in his head but now that all reasoning and past got buried with nukes he took down his hat, placing it on table in front of her and leaned down, offering her a hand.

- You up for a short dance, to forget all that crap you seem to occupy yourself with now? The usual grumpiness of his face got replaced with an honest and soft smile, almost impossible to resist and say no.  

- Dance? I never thought you can dance, sir. Lucy couldn’t deny she loved to dance but in a raider world it was a very rare activity and with usual folks around it barely resembled a classic pre-war swinging. She hesitated for a moment but eventually placed a palm in his hand and let herself be pulled gently up.

- You still don’t know many things about me, Feit but yes, i can dance. My wife used to praise me before she kicked me out of our life. He looked down at her, realizing she might have a slightly harder time with their size difference.

- I feel like you gained a few centimeters since last time we met. She pointed out.

- Most probably...hmmm, maybe these will help. He looked towards a pair of high heel black sandals lying under one of the tables and used his powers once again to lift them up in the air and slowly bring into her hands.

- I think i left them there after last meeting with operators. She crouched down and swiftly changed her shoes, straightening up and arriving almost at Harrison’s chin.

- You already seem happier. So...shall we? He lifted his left hand up to the side, awaiting for her to grab it before he placed his other hand at her back.

- We shall. It’s been a while, indeed. She couldn’t hide her smile, swinging was always brightening her mood in no time, especially with a good company that knew how to properly lead.

- Sorry for shooting you...back then. Lucy apologized with a low, almost whispering voice, trying to fill a moments of silence between them.

- Well, i guess i deserved it in the end. He chuckled, his eyes brightening up in even lighter shade of green the longer they danced together. - Too bad the Institute made it alive in the end.

- At least they provide us some good weaponry we wouldn’t have otherwise. She shrugged, what has been done its done, she could only try to benefit from it.

- You got yourself quite a position here, being a what they call... Overboss, ordering people around and getting the job done, like you always did. He raised his arm and spun her around, pulling afterwards back and close to him, pausing for a moment, staring down at her.

- I never liked to be in charged so i’m glad you got back eventually. Even after two hundred freaking years you are still my boss, sir. She smiled at him, ignoring the sudden blush appearing lightly on her cheeks.

- Hah, you didn’t change one bit, i’m glad. He said with a lower voice, smiling back.

- Neither did you. 

He pushed off a strand of hair from her face, slowly leaning closer and closer to meet her amber gaze. She froze in place, not backing off but highly uncertain with the next move, her mind storming the thoughts as she couldn’t deny she enjoyed his company but image of Gage and their relations still made her turn away as their lips almost met.

- Shit, i..can’t. I mean... it feels awkward. Lucy admitted, dropping her troubled face to the floor.

- Uhm..no, its my fault, i enjoyed that little moment of ours a bit too much i guess, i apologize. He backed off, softening the grip on her hand, letting her to slip it away, turning his eyes to the side.

- Don’t worry, i still liked it, got my mind a bit off the usual shit. She brushed her shoulder and looked back at him, reassuring that this little accident didn’t ruin their view of each other.

- I think it’s better i get back to setting up myself at that disciple place. He walked towards a table, taking his hat and putting if back on his head, hiding the worry that his face was wearing till Lucy patted his shoulder as she approached him.

- Still thank you...for sticking around, i’m really glad to see you again...despite everything that happened. She said, with an honest soft voice that took away his sudden worry away.

He nodded back at her and left towards the exit, meeting Gage on his way out. They only looked at each other, almost saluting but not letting a single word out.

- Hey Boss...can we...? Gage paused, hearing the weird blues coming out of the gramophone, his face turning into a slight confusion.

- What’s up with that weird ass music? He asked, taking a slow steps towards her.

- What, you don’t like it? She asked, tapping the heel of her boost to the wooden floor in the rhythm of the sound.

- Can’t say, i’m just not used to it. He glanced down at her shoes and then slowly back up at her, crossing her arms, awaiting the continuation of his thoughts that brought him to Parlor.

- So...what else you have to say that you didn’t say yet. She tapped a finger against her crossed arms, looking at him at the same level this time, thanks to her heels.

- Right...fuck, maybe i went a bit too far with all that...talk we had before. Maybe it ain’t that bad. He brushed a back of his head with a palm.

- So, you are sorry. She couldn’t resist an evil smirk, sensing the apology in his voice.

- Yeeeeah, shit. Gage never liked to admit he was wrong or exaggerated in any way but ruining what they had would have been even worse in the end and he knew that.

- I can forget about it faster if you swing me properly around since i still have these on. She pointed down, sending him a seductive smile that he could hardly resist even if she was asking him for something he didn’t like as much as she was but in the end he was still agreeing for her good.

- Don’t worry, no one is looking right now. She grabbed his wrist and pulled him close, forcing his hands onto her back, right up her bottoms.

- You are asking for a lot here, Boss. He still grinned despite the soapy atmosphere surrounding them.

- You can always say no and turn away, Gage. She smiled and raised her eyebrow at him.

- I wouldn’t fucking dare. He took up on a challenge and pushed her even closer, bumping their foreheads and letting themselves be lost in their gaze as they swinged into the remaining track till the vinyl ran out of power, letting it end with a most tender kiss they both hungered for after every argument, let it be forgotten in a matter of seconds but her mind still drifted away for a split moment about Harrison’s move...  

[hecohansen31]

I lowkey want (who am I kidding lol I seriously want it) another Fallon x Reader x Duncan. maybe like ... duncan's away and reader's being bad, so Fallon has to punish her like if Duncan were there, hmmm.... ANYWAY, your writing's amazingggg and I'm obsessed

(A/N): Hello there, lovely!

So thank you for saying that and I hope you’ll enjoy this!

Have a nice day!

I am also tagging @wickedlangdon and @melodylangdon because I know they tend to like this kind of stuff!

WARNINGS: Female-Female Action, Oral Sex (Female Receiving) And Fingering, Polyrelationship.

Fallon Carrington had too many problems, in her life: her father was slowly sinking the company which might have to pass onto her shoulder, once he was dead (which might happen sooner than later if he kept up this attitude).

Her newest evil stepmother was fighting with her sociopath of a brother, creating an atmosphere in their home that wasn’t in the slightest easy or breezy.

And lately, her girlfriend/lover had been moping around their shared apartment, being the most ridiculous brat in the universe, not to talk about a drama queen that would put to shame Sam.

And this was all due to their shared lover having delayed his return: the night before Duncan had said that some awful things had been going down at the Shepherd Foundation, in Washington and he had to stay there for a few more days.

“… but the event…?” (Y/N) had asked, her eyes shining, sadness sparkling in them, at the sole thought of Duncan missing the important event she had been organizing for an entire month for the Shepherd Foundation branch in Atlanta.

Fallon knew she had been working hard not wanting to disappoint Duncan, and the knowledge that Duncan wouldn’t be attending was rather heartbreaking.

Fallon knew it all too well.

But this didn’t excuse her horrible behavior: she didn’t seem to even care in the slightest anymore for the entire event, and if she wasn’t sleeping and moping she would be ordering around the poor maids, and worst of all…teasing Fallon, meanwhile she was at work.

Like that morning.

She had been busy in a rather important reunion, wrestling with Kirby for ‘Femperial’, when she had opened the message to reveal it to be a rather provocative nude picture of (Y/N), more importantly done in her lingerie, and not the old one she would never use… but the good stuff… the one she had recently bought.

She just couldn’t deal with all this treatment any further.

On her way home, since she couldn’t focus on anything that weren’t those nudes and the desire they had created in her, she had called Duncan, mostly because he might suggest her something to do in this case.

Unlike Duncan, due to the fact that they hadn’t known each other for much time, she was rather sweet and attentive with (Y/N).

She was almost afraid that any gesture might break her, bringing her away from Fallon.

And she couldn’t allow that.

So, many people in her life had left her: Alexis, Liam, Steven…

She couldn’t help but feel like it was some problem people had with her and her behavior, hence she had tried to soften it with Duncan and even more with (Y/N).

Although she hid a tougher personality, she was pretty shy and her relationship with Fallon, although went to an older date, wasn’t as smooth as Fallon’s with Duncan, who spoke business in and out of the bed and understood each other.

It still took a bit of nerves for Fallon to approach (Y/N), but she was getting better and she didn’t want this to make her back up in the entire process.

Duncan picked up the phone at the second try and seemed to already know the entire situation, which simplified Fallon’s mission, who straight up went to explain (Y/N)’s behavior, alongside the problematics of it on both her work and at home life.

“… I know that you can’t be back, but she is honestly going crazy, and she is crazy pissed with you” she mumbled, meanwhile she parked the car in the underground garage of their ‘little’ apartment, the one they shared whenever they were all in town.

“I’ll buy her a new pair of Louboutin” he mumbled, meanwhile Fallon exited her car, just to gently sit onto the front of it, not wanting to have this conversation in front of (Y/N).

She knew Duncan was joking and wasn’t taking lightly his absence, but at the same time she knew that a new pair of expensive shoes wouldn’t save him from (Y/N)’s anger.

“… that won’t be enough and that wouldn’t help me” mumbled Fallon “… I just… she is been intractable: a true fucking brat”.

“Then you know what brats deserve” spoke as if it was natural, Duncan “… they deserve to be punished, if you don’t want them to bother you anymore”.

“I am not like you Duncan!” she screamed, frustration coursing through her veins “… between me and (Y/N) there is no relationship like you and her… we… have a backstory different from yours and…”.

“Fallon” his voice focused all her attention on it, immediately and she huffed, calming finally her quickening breath “… do you actually believe that she loves you less?”.

“We don’t have the same happy relationship as you, two, do…” she huffed out definitely annoyed tht Duncan didn’t get her fear “… I was horrible to her in high school, I tormented her… and I am sure that she…”.

“… you think she hasn’t forgiven you?” Duncan’s voice was truly shocked that she hadn’t thought about it “… Fallon, she never was angry at you from the start! She might have been pretty vengeful with you but… she loves you, not more or less than me, she loves you exactly like me!”.

Although she knew all the obviousness Duncan was talking about was true, it didn’t settle in til he spoke about it and she could swear he was smirking at her silence.

“Ok, caught it boss… although I am pretty sure she loves me more, I am the one who got her that ‘La Perla’ lingerie set, last week” she tried to raise from the emotional outburst she had just had, trying to distract Duncan from it.

And he let her distract him indeed.

“… wait till I come back with my new Louboutin” he replied slyly, meanwhile she got up from the car, her ass having frozen there “… but seriously, Fallon, she won’t hate you, she is doing this to get a raise out of you; she hasn’t been receiving the same amount of attention since my trip started and she is just trying to regain it, through very bad manners”.

“Ok, I got it” she mumbled, biting her lips, meanwhile she adjusted her outfit, as she moved into the elevator to get to the penthouse “… wish me luck”.

“Tame that brat for me, sweetheart, and I’ll make you come so much next time we see each other that you’ll never know whether you are begging me to stop or keep going”.

It was useless to say that when she faced the porter, she was red as a tomato.

Fallon found (Y/N) waiting in her room.

Although (Y/N) had a shared room with the biggest bed she had found, she still needed some private room for herrself, which was either Fallon’s office or in (Y/N)’s case, her own design project, since she quite liked decorating it with the small things she found.

Not only their penthouse was stylish, but it held some kind of familiarity to it.

(Y/N) was quite proud of that effect and both Duncan and Fallon appreciated it.

But it was strange to find the other in some room that didn’t belong to them, but Fallon could see why she wouldn’t want to hang out in their shared bedroom: it was probably making her remember of Duncan’s absence.

But she wasn’t only in her room, she was also wearing Fallon’s expensive robe, treating it as if it was merely a rag, meanwhile she looked through her dresses.

And she would have found it adorable, had she asked to try out the outfit.

(She still found her adorable, but… she was pissed).

“What the heck are you doing here?” she called out (Y/N)’s attention who was rather surprised by her appearance but didn’t let it stop her from snooping even more in Fallon’s luxurious clothes, grabbing a miniskirt by Fendi as if she was in some sweatshop.

“… just grabbing some options for the event of tomorrow” she mumbled, although embarrassment was true on her face and in her tone, evidently realizing that what she had done wasn’t exactly… proper.

“Well, you know that if you want to do such thing you have to ask me before, little girl” she tried not to sound too angry with her, focusing her tone on stern, meanwhile she set down in her ‘mommy’ persona, seeing (Y/N)’s body immediately reacting at her.

“… I didn’t think you would mind it honestly” and then your voice held some kind of cutting tone to it “… it isn’t like you seem to be caring about what I did, lately”.

She then turned around, discarding Fallon’s robe away from her body, revealing the rather racy lingerie she had been wearing and in which she had taken the pictures that had teased Fallon with, during that reunion, and tried quickly the gown, adjusting it with her fingers.

But Fallon had had enough and, with no care for that gown (she had never liked it truly) she discarded it onto the floor, from her body, without a second thought, hearing (Y/N) squealing under her rough ministrations.

“… this doesn’t authorize you to act like a brat” she said, meanwhile she spread (Y/N)’s legs apart, teasing her over the silky panties, moving the little pearls that were set in the middle as a decoration over her most tender skin, avoiding her clit.

Fallon felt (Y/N) nervously tremble under her, already excited by the ministrations and he kept them up, with the barest of touches.

“… to act like a brat, to forget your place and your duties and more importantly…” and she let her tongue glide onto your panties, moving those little pearls onto the (Y/N)’s clit, who moaned loudly, but was immediately shocked when Fallon slapped lightly her thighs, taking her back from the pleasured state she was “… to fucking tease your mommy when she is busy”.

An unamused expression appeared on (Y/N)’s face, and she just tried to roll her eyes at her, but Fallon wasn’t having any of that.

She immediately raised up on her feet and grabbed tightly her face in her hands, pushing it up so that she could be at eye-level with her, which definitely stopped a bit that brattish attitude.

Although attentively, Fallon lightly pushed her onto the bed, where she fell definitely ungracefully, making her smirk softly, but she didn’t keep that attitude up as Fallon came back with lace ropes, although she still managed to send her an annoyed look.

“…oh, are you going to also get the blindfold out?” she tried her, pushing her buttons and Fallon tried not to give in.

“No, I love seeing your eyes rolling back in your head in pleasure, but because you are being a brat… I might get a gag, if you keep on speaking back at my, little girl” she mumbled, meanwhile she tied her arms over her head, into the bedframe, and then proceeded to block each legs open, securing each of them to the opposite footboard.

She immediately shut up, at the mention of the ‘gag’, making Fallon coo at her teasingly, meanwhile she pushed her clothed body onto hers, pushing her hair away from her face, as she pushed her hand down her body, till it cupped her sex in her hands, making (Y/N) moan lightly, shushed by Fallon’s lips.

She continued the teasing till her fingers finally slipped beyond the elastic band of the silky panties, as Fallon’s hand raised up to her breasts, gently kneading them, over the fabric, as (Y/N) pleaded with Fallon for something more, for more skin to skin contact.

And Fallon didn’t make her beg for it much more…

…yet

She gently lazed her hands over her wet folds, using it as a lubricating to softly let her fingers in her deepest secrets, making her huff a bit at the sudden penetration.

“…are you enjoying it, sweetie?” she teased her, raising her hand to reach her chin to tilt it softly so (Y/N) could look at her face “… because this is your punishment”.

Fallon knew that, from the way (Y/N) smirked at her, she had thought she had won, that Fallon was just going to give her the attention she been begging.

But wait till she discovered that Fallon’s plans were pretty different from hers.

Fallon continued teasing her, with her fingers, meanwhile her thumb went over her little pearl teasing it softly, before she intensified the thrusting of his finger and the movement onto her clit, decidedly making her reach that ecstasy…

… that she stole from her, interrupting any action that she was delivering on her pinky nest.

“… you wanted attention, well now you have all my attention” smirked Fallon, before she lowered between her legs, delving exploratively her tongue between her folds, meanwhile she screamed, the oversensitivity between her legs definitely coming handy for this punishment “… now don’t mind mommy’s teasing, I just want to make sure that your amusement doesn’t end up too quickly”.

And it certainly didn’t.

Now you would finally know better than to act up like a brat.

… maybe.

[ballum-trash]

Keeping a Secret (Ballum Fic)

Author: Myself / ballum-trash@tumblr.com

Summary: Callum Highway’s had a rough start to the summer, and it doesn’t get any easier when he’s on the verge of getting evicted from his flat and he needs to find rent money fast.

Cue a timely offer from one Ben Mitchell. He has the money Callum needs, and is willing to give it to him, but on one condition: Callum has to pretend to be his boyfriend for the summer.

Chapters: 2 / ?? (word count: 5,700k)

AO3 Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/20591471/chapters/48953240

Chapter one

It wasn’t the first restless night Callum had in the flat. He had been struggling to sleep for a couple of weeks now. It’s happening often enough that he can barely remember how long it’s been going on for, but he doubts it’s much of a coincidence that he can remember as far back as Chris leaving him. He’s what was on his mind most nights; it only made sense that Callum would lose sleep over him while his heart was still on the mend.

But for the first night in a long time Chris wasn’t the man he couldn’t get out of his thoughts. Callum tossed and turned all night, every time he thought about how he agreed to Ben’s deal his stomach surged with anxiety. He knew what he was about to get into was stupid, even for him, but he was desperate. And Ben was just there offering exactly what he needed, when he needed it. Thoughts of fate crept into his mind a few times, but he stopped them before they took him somewhere weird.

Fate. Cosmic timing. The stars aligning. It was all a load of bollocks to him.

Pure coincidence; that’s all it was.

‘But why did it have to be him?’ He agonized, at about two in the morning. He wants to think that it wouldn’t be as bad if it were someone else in Ben’s place - but he can’t picture anyone else in the square who would need him to do something so contrived. But he also doesn’t know why he can’t seem to imagine him being comfortable enough to do it with someone else, someone other than Ben. And that’s not a compliment to Ben - he’s not comfortable doing it with him either - but for some reason it makes sense to Callum that it’s him.

He wonders what Ben will expect him to do in their...arrangement. (Used together the words relationship and Ben sits with him uncomfortably, so he’s avoiding using them both in the same sentence while he can) Until he talks to Ben again he has no choice but to let his imagination run wild. He’ll have to lie to Kathy when he sees her around, which is already hard enough as it is; he was never the best at it. Ian too, though he gets the feeling he won’t give much of a toss. The more he thinks about it, maybe it won’t be so bad. It’s Ben’s family at the end of the day, he’ll probably do most of the lying for Callum. Out of two of them he’s no doubt better at it than Callum.

At least, he comforts himself, Ben doesn’t take himself too seriously. Maybe he won’t actually take the deal too seriously either. He’ll probably just take the piss the whole time and, maybe, if they’re forced into a situation that needs it, he’ll hold Callums hand every now and then.

Well

That image makes Callum’s stomach flip. He’s not ready to hold anyone’s hand, not just yet. Least of all Ben Mitchell’s.

He settles on his back for maybe the fifteenth time, arms sprayed out by his side. He stares miserably at the ceiling above him. He’s so exhausted and so awake at the same time. He considers making a doctors appointment soon; see if he can get some kind of prescription that’ll knock him straight out when he needs it.

His mind is screaming at him and it feels like he’s trying to focus on a thousand thoughts a minute all at the same time. He looks at the clock on his bedside table.

2 : 53 A.M

His eyes have been burning with tiredness for hours now, but he knows he’s not going to be falling asleep any time soon.

So he decides he’s going to tire himself out with an extremely late - or extremely early - run.

He’s never went on a run in the dead of night before. He tries to get in a morning run on the weekends, or during the week when he’s up and able. He can’t recall the last time he had the energy for it. He figures he can kill two birds with one stone; exercising will help clear his head and hopefully leave him tired enough that he can rest when he returns home. He’s down and out of his flat within minutes, throwing on his old running gear and trainers. He opts out of taking his headphones with him, afraid that if he ran into some creeps he wouldn’t hear them before it was too late.

He stops to stretch outside his door. The air was crisp and refreshing. It could almost be humid, if it wasn’t for the light breeze. The weather was perfect; the sky was clear of any clouds, and the moon shone on the streets just brightly enough that Callum reckons he’d be able to see where he was going under the moonlight alone, without the streetlamps.

He couldn’t help but feel he had stepped into another world. It was so quiet, so dark and peaceful. Time seemed to be frozen still at that moment. He felt hesitant to start running; he wanted to live in the atmosphere of Walford at near three in the morning.

Not like he had never been out this late before; of course he has. But all those other times he was drunk, or at least had someone or some people to keep him company.

Now it was just him, alone.

And he didn’t mind it so much right now.

He circles the square at least three times before his legs start to ache and he decides to call it a night. He almost wishes time was really stopped, in that moment. So he can just stay out in the calm and quiet night for a little bit longer. For the first time in a long while he didn’t have to think, didn’t have to worry. It was only him and the moonlight right then. It was what he needed.

He slept soundly for the rest of the morning.

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‘Meet me at the Prince Albert at 5pm’

That’s all he’s heard from Ben all afternoon. He’s lost count how many times he’s read the text. Callum hated how blunt and vague it was, and was unsure of why he chose the Albert for their meeting place instead of somewhere with a little more privacy, like the car lot or one of their own homes.

He’s sitting at the table in the middle of the Undertakers, a folder open in front of him with sheets of client information, but he’s staring at his phone laid out on the table. The anticipation of their meeting was clouding his mind. Dealing with Ben was exasperating a lot of the time, but he knew it’d be worth it once he gets his hands on the money and can put all this rent stress finally behind him.

And then maybe look for a new flatmate.

He didn’t want to before, not so soon after the breakup, but he knows he doesn’t have a choice now. He can’t afford to live in the flat by himself. But that’s a situation he can deal with later.

“You alright?” Asks Jay emerging from his office. They hadn’t gotten the chance to talk much that morning with Jay needing to catch up on work he missed yesterday.

Callum nods, probably a bit too enthusiastically to seem genuine. “Yeah I’m fine, just looking over this new client coming tomorrow.”

“Right yeah, when are they due in?”

“About half three they said. Shouldn’t be any issues, they just want to talk about the costs and that.”

Jay nods, listening to Callum while also looking into his own folder.

Callum continues, “Hey, how was your night, anyway? Went well, by the sounds of it.” He ends his sentence in a genuine chuckle. He enjoys talking to Jay. Most of the time it seems like he’s the only one around here with his head properly screwed onto his shoulders.

“Yeah we had a good time.” He starts, taking a seat across from Callum, “Took her to a nice restaurant out of town, had a few drinks at a bar.”

“Few too many?” Callum jokes, sitting back in his chair.

“Could say that, yeah.” Jay huffs a laugh before rubbing his right temple for a few seconds. “Can still feel it, mate, I don’t remember gettin’ this old.”

“Yeah but it’s worth it though, innit? For Lola.”

Jay smiles at just the mention of her name, like he’s a little schoolboy with a crush. “I can’t believe we’re getting married soon. It’s mental. Feels like it was just yesterday when we was kids, y’know?” He’s not looking at Callum but instead just into the space between him, like he’s relieving the memory right then and there.

“You’s two were made for each other.” Says Callum, trying to ignore his heart beating a little more than it should. He hates that he can’t even talk about his friends relationships without being reminded of his own failed one. “Not long now, is it? ‘Till the wedding.”

Jay becomes immediately exasperated at just the mention. “Jesus yeah I know, about less than a month now. Hope you’ve got your suit ready, mate, because Lola wants us all lookin’ as fit and fancy as we can.” He laughs, and Callum joins him.

“Actually, speaking of relationships,” Jay interrupts himself before Callum can say that his suit is hanging in the wardrobe ready for the wedding. He levels Callum with a look like he’s trying to figure out a riddle. “I was talking to Ben earlier.”

Callum frowns for a moment, not sure what he means by that. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “He mentioned that he was taking you out on a date later, or whatever. Are yous two up to something?”

Callum’s eyebrows shoot up and his pulse quickens. He’s not sure how to answer that question, or what exactly Jay might mean by asking it. He shakes his head, mouth opening and closing while his mind races for the right response.

“I - um - H-He” He starts stuttering. He thanks God sometimes for never having him end up in a hostage interrogation scenario because he would be absolutely useless. “I’m meeting him, um, for a drink later on, yeah. Wants to chat about...something.” And he shrugs and tries to put on a convincing smile.

Jay has a look of confusion and slight concern on his face. “Did you just short circuit there, Highway?”

Another question Callum’s not even sure how to answer because, basically, yes he just did. Why? Completely unsure how to explain that one.

He fakes a laugh, “I just got tongue tied there. Tired, didn’t get much sleep last night.” He tries to explain. It’s enough for Jay, thankfully, he just nods.

“Right. Well. I’ve got to get back to work. Old Widow wants to arrange a coffin viewing for tomorrow morning, need to give her a call.” Jay says as he stands and makes his way to his office.

“Yeah, yeah, ‘course. I’ll chat to you in a bit.” He smiles politely and as soon as he hears the door to Jay’s office shut he drops it immediately.

‘Idiot’ He’s not sure if that angry thought is aimed at himself or Ben.

This deal, a deal they haven’t even made yet, already has him in a tizzy. Not that he’s ever made plans for a drink with Ben before, but if Ben had referred to meeting Callum as date before all this started he would have shrugged it off, tell Jay that Ben was just being daft and teasing him like he always does.

He hopes that once he knows what he’s supposed to do and what he’s supposed to say he can stop worrying so much about it. He doesn’t want to muck things up for himself before they’ve even had a proper chat first. He can’t risk it, not right now.

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Five o’clock rolls around much faster than he would’ve liked. He pops into Jay’s office to tell him he’s leaving early to meet Ben. Jay waves him off, tells him to enjoy himself. He doesn’t feel bothered to go home and change out of his work uniform first, he’s afraid of leaving Ben waiting too long, so he makes a start for the Prince Albert once he’s out the door.

Once he’s there, it's not hard to spot Ben in the corner of the bar, given that he’s one of the only four patrons there. The Prince Albert was lively and fun at night, but very quiet during the day. He inhales and exhales a deep breath first, and makes his way over. He catches Tina’s eye behind the bar and offers her a polite smile and small wave. She smiles happily back, but eyes him curiously when she sees whose direction he was heading in.

Ben looks up from his phone then, and gives Callum a nod.

“You alright?” Callum greets first nervously. He’s not really sure how else to approach Ben other than being his normal friendly self. He’s never been in this situation before, he feels like he’s not aware of the proper etiquette.

Ben says nothing when he sits across from him, but he smirks just a little. He reaches down to his side and drops a bulky brown envelope onto the table. He slides it forward just an inch for Callum to take.

Callum stares at it and raises his brows.

“Right to it then.”

Ben nods. And then he raises a finger to point at the envelope. “In there you’ll find two grand.”

Callum’s already reached for the envelope and was just about to open it when Ben’s words hit him.

He looks at him deadfaced, hoping that maybe he didn’t hear him right. But he knows he did. Ben’s not smiling, not exactly, but he looks smug nonetheless.

“I asked for four.” Callum says, confusion plain as day in his voice.

Ben nods again. “Right. I’ll give you half now, and the rest when I’m finished with ya’.” And then he smiles that little shit stirring smile he does when he knows he’s done something to piss someone off.

Callum’s gripping onto the envelope tightly, his knuckles turning white.

“I asked for four - I need the four now, Ben.” He wants to yell at him but he can’t. It starts to make a little more sense to him why Ben didn’t choose the car lot or somewhere else private. He knew Callum might want to cause a scene when he screws him over.

“Relax, you’ll get it. In time.” Ben’s leaning back comfortably in his chair, hands folded over his stomach, and completely unbothered by how upset Callum was.

Halfway on the other hand is speechless. Really, truly, doesn’t know what to say without cursing the Mitchell out of it and telling him to shove the money where the sun don’t shine.

But ultimately he knows that two grand is better than the nothing he has right now.

Not that it made him any less angry.

He runs a hand stressfully through his hair. “Why? Why not just give me the money like I asked?”

Ben huffs out a laugh and raises a brow, like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. He licks lips and leans forward. “Have you ever actually made a deal before, Halfway?”

The way he says it irritates Callum only further, he says it like Callum’s too slow to understand, like he’s stupid. He glares at Ben. Not offering any kind of answer. Ben doesn’t need one to continue anyway.

“If I gave you all you wanted, how would I know you’ll keep your half of the deal up?”

Callum shakes his head and shrugs. “I’d give you my word.” And he says it so earnestly that it’s hard to miss Ben’s features soften momentarily. Ben sighs and doesn’t meet his eyes for a second.

“That’s not how I do business, Callum. I give you half now, you help me out, I’ll pay you the rest when we’re finished.”

Callums heart sinks. He knew it couldn’t be so easy, nothing ever is. He doesn’t want to throw a fit. He should have known better than to think Ben Mitchell would be oh so generous and stop being a self-obsessed business man for five minutes. But, then again, Callum thinks, why should he think Ben would do him such a favour. After all, they weren’t even mates at the end of the day.

He wants to hate Ben for it, but he can’t.

He can’t find it in himself to hate anyone. Linda used to tease him sometimes, tell him that his heart was two times too big for his own body. He always laughed it off. But he knows there might some truth in her teasing. He wish it wasn’t the case. Hate’s that he can be such a soft touch sometimes.

He decides that he’ll take what he can get.

He almost needs to find the strength for it, but he nods, and slips the money into his inner coat pocket.

“Fine.” He can’t stop his voice cracking and winces to himself at how weak he sounded. Maybe his landlord will be understanding. Two grand is still a large sum of money, and it’s more than half of what he owes.

They’re both silent, and he knows it’s only been minutes, but it drags on for what feels like hours. He looks at Ben, and Ben is staring right back. Callum can’t quite tell what way Ben was looking at him. Like he was thinking, trying to figure Callum out. Ben blinks away, realising finally what he was doing.

Callum’s not sure what just happened. He takes a deep breath and exhales.

“So. The fake, um, boyfriend, thing.” Callum tries, manages to say boyfriend at just above whisper level, “Know what you’re doing?”

It breaks the weird tension in the air at least, even if he’s dreading what Ben might say.

Ben sits up straight and clears his throat. “Right, yeah.”

His air of smugness takes no time to return, much to Callums disappointment. He might have preferred the silence.

Definitely. Definitely would have preferred the silence.

“So, I’ll start with a better explanation with what’s goin’ on at home.” Ben starts, leans back in his chair. “As you already know, I’ve been gettin’ a bit too busy between the sheets.”

Callum rolls his eyes on cue, really not needing the finer details; details he already knows.

“But I haven’t really emphasised how busy”

“You don’t need to.” Callum interjects quickly, Ben ignores him.

“It’s been a few months of it. I won’t lie, I ain’t really havin’ much of a hard time finding arse ‘round this side of London.” He can tell too well that Callum’s getting progressively more uncomfortable with the details of his sex life. And he’s having a bit too much fun with it.

Callum feels like he’s in the company of the Cheshire fucking cat with the way Ben’s grinning at him from across the table.

“Yeah- I know, Ben. You said as much in the Undertakers yesterday.” Callum snaps.

But he may as well be adding fuel to the fire that is Ben Mitchell, because all Ben does is bark a laugh back at him.

“And yeah, like I mentioned, Mum - and sometimes, Ian - has accidentally walked in on me a few too many times. I think the last time was about a month ago, maybe?”

Callum was half-listening at this point, but that caught his attention. “A month ago? You made it out as if it were more drastic than that.” He feels like he’s almost accusing Ben, of what he’s not sure.

Ben shrugs and makes a face that reads to Callum as ‘Oops’

Callum frowns. “Why do I feel like you’re not telling me everything, Ben?”

Ben looks sheepish. Callum knows he’s not getting the full story.

“You remember when I said that I told her the other night, about you, us, going out, yeah?”

Callum nods. Hard to forget when it was only yesterday and it nearly gave Callum an aneurysm.

“Well…” Ben drawls. Callum frowns. “I might have lied. I may have actually told her about three weeks ago, now that I think of it.” He has the audacity to say it so casually, like he was remembering the date of someone's birthday, or the last time he went on a weekend long bender.

Callum’s not sure how to take it. Confused, definitely. But mostly very worried that the whole square has thought he and Ben were an item this entire time before he was even made aware of it.

So he asks the only question he can think of.

“Why?”

“Well I told you why. I needed to calm down Mum. Remember? Told you about the intervention and all that.”

“Why,” Callum asks again, “has this lie been going around for three weeks and I only know about it now?”

“Oh right, yeah. Well, see, I thought I could just throw your name out there and she’d just take it, right? Leave me alone for a while.” He stops mid sentence to sigh. “Except she hasn’t. In fact, she’s worse now.”

Callum frowns. “What do you mean?”

“It -” Ben starts, and then stops, not really sure how to say what he needs to say. “It’s been... a while since I’ve been with a boy longer than just a hookup, alright? Been a while since my last relationship.”

It clicks with Callum now, why Ben’s struggling to explain. Callum didn’t know much about Ben’s ex- boyfriend. When Callum moved to the Square Ben had already been out of Walford for a while. When the Mitchell made his return, Walford was awash with rumours and whispers for that entire week. Callum knew about Ben before he ever said one word to him. He picked up bits and pieces, but he knows just enough about Paul, and about Paul and Ben, to understand Ben’s behaviour.

So he says nothing and he nods, letting Ben continue.

“When I told Mum that I might have been seeing someone she got so...excited. Just, really happy for me, right? I haven’t seen her so pleased for me since...well, since…” He leads off, and before Callum can so much as offer another nod he’s continuing again, “a while, alright? So I didn’t have the heart to tell her.”

Ben’s almost off in his own world, staring at the ground rather than at Callum. It’s silent between them again, for a minute.

And Callum feels sympathetic for him, before he remembers a fine little detail that Ben has failed to bring up.

“I thought you was getting kicked out?”

“Hm?” It’s brought Ben back to earth and back to the conversation. Callum raises his brows.

“You told me yesterday that your mum and Ian was threatening to kick you out. Or did you lie about that too?”

Ben rolls his eyes and smirks again.

“No, that wasn’t a lie. Like I said, I told her that three weeks ago. If you know my Mum at all, you should know that’s not the kind of lie you can tell her and just get away with it.”

“But you -”

“Yeah, I know now, Callum. Look, I didn’t tell her it was you, not at first. The other night, what I told you about, did happen. I came home, I was drunk, and she ambushed me. Started going on about why she hasn’t met my boyfriend yet and started throwin’ accusations around that I was lying to her and that I only told her that to shut her up.”

“But -”

Ben raises a finger. Callum shuts his mouth.

“She said if it was the case that I was lying to her and that I was still sneaking boys back into the house under her nose, then I can pack my bags and find my own place.” He shrugged. “So that’s when I panicked. She was angry, and I didn’t know what to do, and your name was just the first thing that popped into my head. So that’s what I told her.”

Callum’s still trying to take in the flood of information before Ben continues again.

“So, now that she has a name, and that name happens to be yours, she will absolutely not leave me alone about it. Any time I’ve ran into her since then she’s been begging me to let her meet you.”

“But she’s already met me-”

“As my boyfriend, Callum, keep up.”

Callum shuts his mouth again sheepishly. But then he thinks.

“I’ve seen Kathy around though...she’s never mentioned anything.”

Ben sighs.

“Because I told her that you and me, we was keeping it a secret. And I told her specifically not to go near you because you’d be mad that I opened my mouth.”

He really thought of everything.

“So. Lying to her about having a secret boyfriend hasn’t worked out much in my favour. And I’ve gone and fucked myself by telling her it was you. Made it a bit more difficult to keep lying about it when you live practically ten feet away.” He chuckles humorously, mostly to himself. “It’s only a matter of time before she catches on that somethin’ isn’t right and she kicks me out for lying to her even more.”

And he exhales, finally finishing the full explanation as to why he’s dragged Callum into his mess. He’s searching Callum’s face for a reaction, his right hand on the table, mindlessly tapping his index finger against the surface. A stress quirk, possibly. But Callum doesn’t react, still taking in all the information. Until finally he shrugs,

“So what are you going to do?”

“We. It’s ‘We’ now, callum” Ben corrects with a smirk.

Callum rolls his eyes “Right yeah, because I had anything to do with this.” It earns him a chuckle from Ben, before he talks again,

“She wants you around for dinner on Thursday. Family thing. Like I said, she wants to meet you properly as my boyfriend. She’ll probably start badgering you with questions about us, all that mushy meet-the-parents stuff, you know the deal. It’ll be easy.”

Callum huffs out a humourless laugh, “Easy, yeah, when it’s a proper relationship. Which we ain’t in, we’re lying.”

“Ooh nothing gets by you quick, does it?” Ben grins.

Callum’s jaw tightens at the teasing. There’s a time and place when he can put up with it but it wasn’t now. “I mean’t how are we going to act? Will she catch on if we, y’know...just act normal?”

Ben’s eyebrows raise and Callum can tell he’s in for another jibe. “Wantin’ to get up close and comfortable already, Callum? I’m shocked, but flattered, truly.” And he smiles a little too sweetly. Callum's not sure if he has any patience left for this.

He wonders briefly how any man could stay with Ben longer than one night and feels thankful for a moment that this relationship is fake, thinks that it would only take a week in the company of Ben Mitchell before all his hair would turn grey with stress.

And maybe Ben can tell he’s at his wits end and, strangely, seems sympathetic. “I know what you mean’t.” He clarifies, “Look, we may have to do a bit’a hand holding here and there, maybe a little cuddle on the couch. Just to save face. Think you could handle all that?” He still has a faint smirk on his face but his question, for a change, was genuine.

Callum swallows a lump in his throat. The idea of already being that level of intimate with Ben when he barely knows (or likes) him already had him feeling nervous.But he nods hesitantly.

“Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.”

“Right, so the dinner will probably be at around seven. So clear that little schedule of yours up.” He smiles smugly. Callum frowns at the rudeness of his request but nods at him nonetheless.

“So are we done here?” Callum asks. Ben’s taken the energy out of him and he feels like he needs a rest.

“Oh leaving so soon?” Ben asks, “Let me buy you a drink, ‘least I can do.”

It surprised Callum, genuinely. It may have been the nicest Ben’s been to him all evening.

Or, as long as he’s known him even. But maybe it’s promising. If Callum can at the very least build a friendship with Ben, then it might make the next couple of weeks that much more bearable. So he nods.

Ben raises his arm, catching Tina’s attention from where she’s at at another table, flirting with one of the punters. Callum narrows his eyes at Ben, thinks it a bit rude to not just wait at the bar for her.

Tina’s happy to come to the table regardless.

“You alright, gentlemen?” She asks brightley, eyes darting between the two of them. Still clearly bewildered that the two men were together when she’s barely seen them talk before.

“Yeah we’re havin’ a great time, ain’t we?” Answers Ben, and smiles pointedly at Callum.

Callum’s taken off guard by Ben’s sudden change in behaviour, but smiles at Tina anyway. “Y-yeah, yeah, ‘course.”

“A pint, please, Tina.” He starts. “You want a pint, Callum?”

Callum eyes him suspiciously. “Uh, yeah sure.” He’s still unsure of what Ben’s angle is now, he’s acting a little too friendly for comfort.

“And a pint for my wonderful boyfriend here.” And there’s that too too sweet smile of his, and for emphasis he reaches out and lays his hand on top of Callums over the table.

Callum’s not sure if what just happened was real or if he was having a stroke.

Tina’s eyes have widened. He reckons he and her are wearing matching expressions.

“Well well, when’s this happened then?”

“Oh a little while now, we just wanted to keep it a secret. Didn’t we, babe?”

Callum’s looking at Ben like a deer in headlights and feels like he was just suckerpunched three times in a row. Ben’s hand feels like it’s burning on top of his own, so aware that it’s still there.

His mouth feels sewn shut so he just nods quickly to Tina and tries his best to force a smile.

She’s practically grinning ear to ear. “Y’know I was wondering why you two was in here together! All makes sense now.” And she looks at them both like the cat that caught the canary. Ben smiles back at her. “I’ll get those pints for you now, boys. Enjoy your date.” And with that, she’s away to the bar.

Callum nearly rips his hand from out under Bens and feels like he could spontaneously combust.

“What was that!?” He whispers aggressively so Tina won’t hear, not that she’d be able to over the music anyway.

Ben just shrugs but is obviously amused by Callum’s outburst. “Just covering some ground.”

Callum stares at him confused, his brows furrowed. So Ben clarifies,

“We’re supposed to be going out, Callum. For a few weeks, yeah, but people are going to hear about it eventually.”

“It’s just to convince your Mum, Ben! Tina ain’t need to know, she’s going to tell everyone!”

Ben nods knowingly. “I know. Why’d you think we’re meeting here? Wanted to get it out of the way.”

Callum’s eyebrows shoot up well near his hairline. “What?”

Ben rolls his eyes at Callum’s refusal to get where he’s coming from. “It’s Kathy, Halfway. She works with Tina, she wouldn’t have been able to keep it a secret anyway.”

“She could have!”

“I know my Mother, Callum, she wouldn't’ve been quiet for long.” Ben states, clearing growing bored of this conversation. “Look, we’re not going to be at this long. There’s no need stressin’ yourself over it.”

It almost makes Callum want to laugh. They haven’t even started yet, not really, and Callum’s already been stressed over it for more than a day now.

Tina drops their pints down in front of them, and leaves them alone with a wink. It makes his stomach feel uneasy, her knowing (thinking) that he and Ben are in a relationship. It sits with him weirdly.

He touches the glass of his pint tentatively, not sure if he can stomach it anymore. He watches Ben quietly under his lashes. The other man has his attention on his phone now, and already has started drinking his larger. Callum can’t help but observe him.

He’s an enigma to him. He can’t understand how Ben is so sure of himself all the time, so confident, so cocky. Doesn’t he feel guilty for lying? Or at the very least, nervous that he’ll get caught and have to face the consequences?

They’re too very different people, Callum settles on. Polar opposites. And he’s glad for it.

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He finishes is pint in personal-record time. Ben, at least, had the decency to pay for both their drinks. Callum departed with a stiff goodbye and left for home as soon as he could get away. Ben may have made a joke or crude remark after him but he ignored it.

Sitting in his living room now, the weight of the situation really hits him. He can’t stop replaying the moment of Ben calling him his boyfriend and resting his hand on top of his own. The way Tina’s smile grew three sizes and the wink she gave him when she arrived with the pints. His blood is bumping with anxiety, because now that Tina knows everyone will know and he worries what they’ll think.

It’s only then when three faces appear in his mind, when the realisation of Tina’s impact will have on him.

Jay. Mick. Stuart.

They’re all going to hear second hand that he’s, of all people, Ben Mitchells boyfriend.

His stomach is doing somersaults and he can’t stop the blush of embarrassment that fills his cheeks when he thinks about how they’ll react, what they’ll say when they see him next. The looks, the laughs, the teasing, and the chastising (because, well, it’s Ben Mitchell. The bad boy of east Walford. They’re not going to let that part go.)

And in that moment, Callum can’t help the feelings rising inside him.

He hates him.

He hates Ben Mitchell for what he’s making him do.

But he’s reminded, with the envelope sitting on his coffee table, that really, Ben’s not making him do anything.

He’s agreed to this.

So maybe he hates himself a little more too.

[rosaline-kei]

The Grief Of Mikasa Ackerman.

Disclaimer:I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin / Attack on Titan nor its characters.

Synopsis/Summary:  Mikasa Ackerman reflects back to the past when she pays a visit to the cemetery, remembering all the joyful times she had with her dearest friends, Armin Arlert and Eren Jaeger who had unfortunately succumbed to The Titan's curse—leaving the world, leaving Mikasa. (Mostly written in Mikasa's Perspective.) ((Contains some Manga Spoilers))

Rating: T

FF NET

AO3

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Death.

I didn't expect death to come and take the both of you so soon. Even when it was revealed that shifters like the two of you had less than 10 years to live, I remained in partial denial about that. Even after the war, when there was still time I had with the both of you in the peaceful land where the walls no longer confined us, I thought that time we had left would be long enough—or just enough. I was wrong, very wrong.

Five or so years later, and I am still not over it. I am still in pain. Yes, I am gradually getting better, but that emptiness still remains, and the darkness clouding my mind and even senses still comes and goes.

Eren... Armin…—I miss you. I miss the both of you so much.

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Dear Armin.

I miss you. When Eren left the world, a part of mine had as well. But, the other part was still there. You were still there. You were still there for me, you pulled me out of the darkness and taught me how to live happily again… just like how someone had, a long time back.

… I am sorry. Although I had apologised to you about this many times before, I still don't think that it is ever enough. I am sorry that I didn't help you out of your own darkness. You were Eren's friend too, you were in pain too. How could I have forgotten about that? I'm sorry. You reassured me that it was okay, that you didn't mind being the only one who played the role of a comforter in our friendship. But you never told me the reason why. Did you really think I wouldn't be able to remember? Did you think that I would've forgotten? I remember and I know that in a few years' time, you… would be gone too.

That's why it didn't matter to you. That's why you were so worried about me rather than yourself. You were afraid that I would feel like I have no one when there was still some people around me. Why, Armin? Why? Even till the end, you were still so kind to me. I was selfish, I should have comforted you more after Eren's death. You were selfish, for taking the role of being the only comforter when you had needed solace too.

I recall… when Eren told me that I was like a slave, that he had hated me since we were kids. And you had stood up for me while I remained in tears, in denial and in shock. You punched him in the face, something that I didn't expect for you to do. Then, he punched you back. It was painful to watch, I hate myself for being so frozen, to be unable to retaliate or stop the both of you from continuing the violent aggressive acts. I'm sorry that you got hurt because of me.

When the tensions had calmed after the war, I asked you about that—why you had stood up for me even though you knew the risks of getting beaten up—you only gave me a smile, which followed with unexpected laughter as you said:

"You always protected me from the bullies when we were kids. Even when Eren had got too angry at me for no good reasons, you stood up for me as well. I always wanted to return the favour. I wanted to protect my friend. I wanted to protect you."

I think I had nearly cried when you told me that.

I still remember the times when we were kids. When we first met, I remembered the awkward atmosphere between the both of us considering at that point of time, we were just Eren's friends—not the friends of each other. At most, we were just acquaintances then who were only connected because of Eren… but that was only in the beginning. Though, as some time went by when we were kids, before the fall of the wall, I began to enjoy your presence. I began to understand you more.

You were no longer just Eren's friend, you were mine too.

I still remember that day. Eren was sick, and his mother made me go out of the house so I can get fresh air and avoid getting his illness as well. I had insisted that I wanted to stay, so I could help take care of him. But of course, his mother didn't allow that— and I'm thankful, in a way. If she hadn't chased me out of the house, would I have still been able to connect with you—to be friends with you?

Though, when I saw you, I came across an unsettling scene between you and those rowdy bullies.

After I rescued you, we sat against a tree. You thanked me, I nodded in response—and the silence began. Eren wasn't there to stir up any conversation, and I didn't know what to say. But then, you broke the silence. I am still able to recall what you said. You began talking about how awkward we both were without Eren— and I hadn't expect for you to be so confrontational and direct back then. Regardless of the fact that you tried to initiate a conversation, I still didn't know what to say in response. But you did. You continued to talk and talk—about the outside world, about the ocean, the life beyond the walls. It was nothing new, you had told all these before to both me and Eren.

But, even when you kept re-telling these things, I never got bored… maybe it was because of the sparkle in your eyes that only ever appeared whenever you were ever so joyously exclaiming your dreams and hopes of travelling beyond the walls—the outside world.

I don't think I ever told you that— on how I liked your eyes sparkled with such innocence and excitement.

When I still remained silent, only giving nods when necessary, you gave up the conversation, ending it with a nervous and awkward sigh. I hadn't expected to feel so… guilty and dissatisfied. I didn't know why, even though I heard your stories over and over, I wanted to hear more. And I had felt bad of not keeping the conversation going just because I wanted you to talk more and more, so I can see those sparkling eyes.

Maybe you didn't notice this, but you always found new words and new things to describe about the ocean you spoke of. And your eyes always sparkle in the same way, yet they were always interesting and never got old.

They were always beautifully mesmerizing.

Then, I decided to start talking even though I still didn't know what to say that wouldn't bore you. Unlike you, I had no knowledge of the outside world, all my life I only knew about the land that we were confined in. So, all I could share was about the farm-like life I led before those brutal inhuman animals stole it away from me. Then, your eyes sparkled differently—they were excited and intrigued in me, my stories. I was surprised, of the fact that you had actually found my plain and ordinary farm-like life on the hills interesting.

We continued to chit and chat, and even played some games and so on. Needless to say, that was the beginning of our friendship.

… You know, Armin. I wished I could see that sparkle in your eyes once more. All I saw during the last few moments I had with you was nothing like that.

After witnessing the ocean with my own eyes, your eyes began to remind me of them. The ocean blue—its colour was the same as your fascinating orbs. I remember, the first day we visited the ocean after Eren left… just the two of us. You gifted me a seashell crafted bracelet that I still wear to this date—that I still treasure dearly.

"It's a reminder that I will forever be with you, too. Even when…" You had said, trailing off. Now, you were the one who didn't know what to say… or rather, you knew what to say—but you didn't want to hurt me. That was my wake-up call, my reminder that you were going to leave too. Now, it was my eyes that were like the ocean—actually, no. Rather, it was more of a flood or a flowing river.

On your last day, when you were having your last breaths… your eyes were no longer the reassuring and soothing blue that the ocean showed, they were dull and greyish—like how storm clouds would be before a sea-storm would erupt.

I miss you. I want to go to the ocean with you and Eren again. I want to enjoy the cooling breeze one more time with the both of you.

Granted, now times are more peaceful especially after Historia took her throne. She is a great queen. However, my heart is unable to find true peace. Is that selfish for me to say? Is that unfair for me to say? I just feel… I…

I just miss you, even till now I am unable to fully understand my emotions. They are an annoyingly complex thing.

But… don't worry about me. I still remember the promise I made with you before you left. I plan to keep it, Eren's too. That's the least I can do... right? I promised you that I wouldn't join you or Eren too soon.

It's okay. I'm… okay. I still have Jean, Historia, Connie, Sash—…

I still have Jean, Historia and Connie. We hang out every now and then… though it's a little hard to find a manageable time with Historia's responsibilities and all.

…I hope this doesn't sound rude, but it just feels... different, with them. Yes, I'm thankful for their company. Yes, I enjoy their company. But it is just different without you and Eren. I want all of us to hang out again. I imagine Eren childishly quarrelling with Jean, while you and I, Connie, Sasha and even Historia would watch at the side-lines, making quiet jokes. Knowing Sasha and Connie, they'd probably make ridiculous side bets…

I want all of us to be together again.

You were always the smartest, the bravest amongst all of us. Ask Eren, he would agree. You don't realize this, but you saved me many times—too many times to even count or list down. Armin, Thank you.

I want to live on so that I can remember you, the both of you. I'm not going to lie—it is hard. Some days… I do question myself if it is even worth it anymore. But I made promises. I plan to keep them.

I'm also sorry, for those times that I treated you differently from Eren. I don't recall if I ever told you this, but there was a reason why I never hovered around you as much as I had with Eren. It is not because I prefer him. That was never that reason. Unlike Eren, you were never reckless. You always thought twice, which saved you and many others from dire and deathly situations. I was confident in your abilities to live, to survive. So when I saw your body… all burnt up on the rooftop, I nearly lost it—no. I did, in fact lost it. I didn't care about the law or orders. I just wanted you to be saved. I didn't care about the consequences, you meant so much and too much to me.

… I don't even know what else I can say. I just wish you could respond. I wish I could hug you. I wish I could see you one last time.

Armin…I am sorry. I am thankful—thank you. You're my best and close friend and I…

I miss you.

— — —

Dear Eren. 

I miss you. When you first left, I didn't know what to do. I was lost. I lost you… and it hurt.

I don't know how many times I thought I had lost you back in our fighting days, but that hurt cannot be compared to how I feel now… because unlike before, I now know that there is no chance of you coming back… you can't.

But there was one exception, where this feelings of loss could be compared.

I remember that day, when you claimed to have hated me since childhood and had made remarks of how I am a slave, because I was an Ackerman. I felt so distraught, so pained… the agony I felt then was indescribable—as it is now, as well. I thought I had lost you, not physically but… emotionally.

To have someone who had a place in my heart for so long say that was… excruciating. To have someone who had a place in my heart to practically shatter it, was gut-wrenching.

Even though you were faking what you said in the end, that hurt never fully left. I don't know why. I had forgiven you after you had apologised that that you had to insult me in order for your plan of peace to carry on—to which, succeeded. You had to say all that, to ensure Armin and I would…

I don't even want to think about it, I'm sorry for bringing it up now. All that matters now is that we are free…we are at peace. Right…?

"I'm sorry for saying all those things back then. I didn't mean it. I had to say it because…"

You apologised when the war was done and settled. Armin and I forgave you by the end of that long conversation. So… why do I still feel hurt by what you said?

Maybe… maybe that hurt never left because after you said that, I began to realise how what you said was possibly true… since I was always hovering over you. And the insecure part of me—that I barely showed to anyone— believed that maybe that there was some truth in that supposed lie you spoke of. It's silly, I know.

I don't know what to think or feel… or how to even do such things. If I had more time to talk to you, maybe that insecurity would've been diminished… I barely had any time left with you by the time the war ended. It's unfair.

Though… I'm sorry. I am sorry for hovering over you, for being too protective. You… Eren… you were always reckless. Whenever you had a goal or an aim, you never hesitated to charge straight towards it regardless of the consequences or the risks that you'd knowingly take without a second thought. That worried me. That scared me.

Granted, I admired your courage… but the courage you showed was so perilous, dangerous. It always attracted unwanted conversations, unwanted people and unwanted conflicts.

I am sorry if I ever went too far to protect you. I knew that I could be clingy, I knew that you were annoyed at me for that—sometimes even enraged whenever I would put you or any close ones before myself. That was just a small price to pay to ensure your safety.

I wanted you to live a long and happy life, the same goes for Armin. I wanted the both of you to survive by the end of this… but I guess, happy endings aren't always possible.

The time I had left with you was so short, too short. But… I enjoyed it. I made the most out of it. You, Armin and I went to the ocean to have… fun, acting as if we were all immature, innocent kids once again.

I made the most out of it… I enjoyed it… but it was never enough.

Time went by, and soon it was days before you had to leave the world… then, Armin would follow. What a… cruel world, it even took Sasha.

You were growing weak, I could tell. No matter how hard you tried to disguise it, you couldn't hide the fact that you were growing weak— that your energy was beginning to deplete. I had grew up with you Eren, I had been by your side… how could I have not notice someone dear to me beginning to fade right before my eyes?

I was reminded of how the world is too much of a cruel place.

I remembered that when that day was approaching, you brought Armin away to a secluded area to have a farewell talk… I wonder what you told him that you couldn't have said in front of all of us. It didn't bother me though, whatever you said to him in private, after all… you two had a strong bond that I could never interfere with.

And then, when your closing day drew closer, it was my turn to be brought to another secluded area in the forest to have a little personal talk with you. Commander Hanji and Captain Levi told you to rest, yet you persisted. You could barely walk, yet you insisted. When we were walking to that secluded area, I kept thinking: What was so important that you had to bring me all the way out here? What did you want to say to me that you only wanted me to hear?

"Mikasa… I am sorry, for everything… and thank you."

You started off with that. It wasn't even ten words, yet it was enough to cause me to begin to shed woebegone tears. You still had some time… a little time. Yet, why did it sound like you were just going to disappear immediately right before my eyes? I wasn't ready for you to leave so early.

I was never ready.

It felt like yesterday when we were still kids confined within the walls, making the most out of anything. Do you remember the times we spent whenever the bullies were never there to pester us? Those were the most fun times. No troubles, just peace and laughter. It was just the three of us, being kids.

Unfortunately, we had no choice but to grow up fast, too fast. It was unfair—it is unfair. The world is unfair and cruel—but I guess I can't keep blaming the world like that, because it can be… beautiful, sometimes. I just wish we had more time. Time flies too fast, doesn't it? I guess, I just have to accept that—it's not like I can travel back into time.

Now, with the limited time you had then, I knew I had to make the most out of it. I wanted to go back to those days—not literally, but figuratively. Which, we did—we went to the ocean again, the three of us… remember?

As we strolled in the forest to the secluded area you were taking me to, we talked, and talked… and I began to realise how weak your voice even was. I grew even more worried that you might've just collapsed mid-way in our conversation. You noticed this, you noticed my worry. Then, you unwrapped the red scarf around me. I froze, my tears paused. I was caught off guard, shocked and confused.

"I can't believe you still wear this…" You had said. If it weren't for what you said next, my heart would've probably cracked more.

"But now, I understand why…" You had murmured as you re-wrapped it around my neck in the same messy, odd yet beautiful way you did during the first time. I wonder if you had did that on purpose for nostalgia's sake, or if you still didn't know how to wrap scarves around others. "While I still have the strength… let me wrap this scarf around you… And then, I will wrap it around you as many times as you want when we meet again."

After you said that, I began to burst out crying. I didn't want to, but I couldn't help it. Was I being too much of an annoying cry-baby…? I don't know. It was just painfully heart-warming.

But what you did next, warms my heart. And every time I think of it… every time I remember it, it does briefly erase the hurt I feel about what you said back then—about hating me since we were children. Unfortunately that hurt, and that worry comes back after when my grief begins to overwhelm me. That… is still a battle that I am fighting. I ensure you though, I won't give up. If I want to live and win, I have to fight… right? You taught me that.

Your arms had reached out, and pulled me in for as much of a tight embrace you could provide. Your arms wrapped around me as I sobbed into your chest even more. It felt too much of a goodbye and farewell, too soon. What you did next, though, was much more of a surprise. You pulled away from the embrace just a little, before planting a light reassuring kiss on my forehead. I remember how my heart raced, I remember how that felt, how I felt. And till today, I do not understand that emotion.

What was I feeling when you did that? I don't know, and now I would never know.

"This isn't farewell or a goodbye," You whispered softly, "It's a 'see you next time'"

But I guess that's okay. That was enough.

The world can be beautiful place too.

That little peck of yours was perhaps just a display of thankfulness… Oh, Eren…

I should be the one thanking you.

Thank you for always being at my side. Thank you for showing me how to live with purpose. Thank you… for wrapping this scarf around me.

For everything, thank you.

I... I… what else do I have to say…? I don't know. I just… wish I could talk to you one last time. I wish I could see you again soon.

But, I know, I know… I made a promise to you during our walk in the forest—to live for myself.

I will admit, I am still fighting… some days are dark and painful… but there are still people who are here, who are helping me—and I'm helping them as much as I can whenever I can, whenever they need comfort too.

Eren…

I miss you.

— — —

Dearests, Armin and Eren.

I miss the both of you.

Truly, thank you to the both of you. I am sorry if I ever hurt you.

Slowly, I think I'm getting better… these days, Jean says I smile more genuinely. He misses you two too, even if he doesn't like to admit it. Connie and Historia too.

That short—… maybe I should address him more formerly now. You two always looked fearful or bothered whenever I would call him that whenever he was around. Captain Levi, he gave me some advice… a talk. He suffered through loss a lot, and assured me things would get better before giving me some coping methods. Of course, he assured me in a very indirect way. He was never one to express his care so openly. I remember that day when I first saw him smile after he had gotten punched by Historia, it shocked and even weirded me out. Putting that aside, I'm thankful for his advice. It helped.

Oh, and I would sometimes bump into Commander Hanji too. She would pay visits to us every now and then, or we would bump into one another around the cemetery and make small, comforting talks. Back in our military days, we were never that close… yet she seemed like an older sister to me whenever we talked.

We all have lost people that we love that we will never get back.

If you two are wondering about the events that are currently happening in my life, rest assured… its nothing new from all the other life updates I have told the two of you before.

Oh… but I did visit the ocean alone recently, I walked around its sandy shores before strolling over to the edge to let the waves hit me. It was refreshing. It was only when the sky began to darken as the sun set, I then noticed the long amount of time I had spent lingered around the coast—as if I was hoping to find something that was lost… and then I came to the realisation that that 'something' was never coming back.

It just isn't the same without the two of you, there.

…

I miss the both of you so much.

Armin… Eren…

The both of you will always have a place in my heart. I love the both of you... forever and ever... even after the end.

— — —

Mikasa heaved a heavy sigh before she gently placed down two mixed bouquets of flowers—lilies, orchids, blue irises, roses, alstroemeria, purple hyacinths, bellflowers and any other flowers she could find around town— on both Eren's and Armin's grave before murmuring a soft blessing to the both of them.

She wondered what they were doing now. She wondered if she would ever see them again, whether it be heaven, hell or a next life. She hoped she would.

"Mikasa, are you coming?" A voice called. She turned to meet Jean's eyes, before seeing some others looking towards her direction. Historia, Connie, Commander Hanji, Captain Levi and some other recruits—they had come to pay a visit to those who did not have the chance to stand with and next to them now—to those who could only be alive in their hearts.

"I'll join you all soon." Mikasa replied gently, a small smile spreading across her lips.

The others, knowing that she wanted to be alone, gave an understanding nod before they left. When they were out of her sight, she sat down in front of their graves as she brought her legs up to her knees, hugging them closely to her chest.

Tears began to fog in her eyes before she even knew it. She missed them. She missed Eren and Armin—Sasha as well, whom she had visited her grave earlier, giving the same blessings and flowers… feeling the same amount of grief.

The raven took a deep breath, fighting through her sobs and parts her lips to say something… yet nothing came out.

She didn't know what to say. She had too many things to say. All she could do was cry. Pathetic, she thought helplessly.

Then, she felt a relatively strong gust of wind blowing by, it felt soothing, it felt reassuring.

It reminded her of the gentleness of the ocean breeze blowing past her smooth silky raven hair when she was splashing water towards both Armin and Eren back then in their little childish game of a water fight.

She parted her lips once again, sniffs as tears continued to caress down her cheeks and says, "Till we meet again."

She had too much to convey that she would rather tell them directly, when it would be her time to go—the right time. For now, all she could do was keep her promise to the both of them.

Live.

— — —

[nothing-but-kpop-dreams]

Jinyoung Drabble: A hint of baby fever

Request:💟💟💟i know you're busy with school and stuff but could you write a reaction with Jinyoung of GOT7 wanting a baby so bad that he tries to make you convince you and have one ?💟💟💟

Author's Note: I'm sorry this took so long! I was trying to make it as cute as possible. I hope you all like it, espically the one that requested it.

It was a beautiful summer day. The sun was out, the flowers were in bloom, and people were more out and about than ever. The scenery was alive and flourishing, basically as live as can be after months of harsh winter. However, it wasn’t these perfect details that made your day, but instead, it was the fact that your boyfriend, Jinyoung, actually had a day off. All the more rare was his urge to be out of the house. Instead of being cooped up in your bedroom catching up on his R&R, he wanted the two of you to be out in the real world shopping and going out to eat and watching movies.

“We still have a good amount of time to kill before the movie, where do you want eat?” you asked pleasantly as the two of you walked hand in hand, navigating the crowd walkways of your local shopping plaza.

“Hm… I don’t know… How about that cafe over there?” He said with no indication of where he was referring to. He didn’t bother to point anywhere and with his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses, there was no way of telling where he was looking.

“...Babe, where?”

“Over there” he said absentmindedly, now with his head facing in a completely different direction than before.

“Where?!?”

Jinyoung laughed at your distressed state.”Over there!” This time he lifted his free hand and pointed to a business at the far end of the plaza.

That cafe he was talking about was not what you expected to be a cafe. The exterior was as plain as could be. It blended in more with the scenery rather than the peppy businesses around it. It had no flashy lights or signs of any kind, making it almost seem abandoned. The only existence of “decoration” was the small muted title at the top of the business and the open sign at window.

“It seems… interesting.” you concluded

“Interesting enough to try out?” His question was one he wasn't waiting for an answer for. Before you could open your mouth, he was already dragging you to the place.

The cafe was a quaint space. For the most part, if you’ve been to one cafe, you’ve been to them all. This cafe was no different than any other generic chain. The interior was made up of faux brick walls covered with paintings by local “artists”, book shelves placed to give the place a cozy feel, couches and bean bags by the entrances, and more than enough counter space for books and laptops. And not forgetting the final touch, a cafe wouldn't be a cafe, if it didn't smell intensity of coffee.

Considering the boring exterior, it was easy to see where the focus was. Not only that, but it seemed as though many others enjoyed the atmosphere. When the two of you walked in, the place was practically full with people. Just the line to make an order was one that made your feet hurt just looking at it.

“Hmm the line is pretty long and there are a lot of people here? Are you sure you really want to eat here?” you asked in a hushed voice.

When it came to dating an idol, confined and crowded spaces were usually what you avoided. The fact that Jinyoung was already out on such a busy day was enough to put you on edge over being caught.

“Yeah! I don’t mind waiting around.” Jinyoung hummed wrapping his arms around you and leading the two of you to the end of the  line.

Something was definitely up with him, but back hugging in public? That was even more out of the norm for Jinyoung. But you weren’t going to question it. You were going to take in every second of this moment. Who knew when something like this was going to happen again?

“So what are you going to order?” Jinyoung whispered in your ear.

“I think… I think I want the chicken soup. What about you?”

“I’m just gonna get the grilled cheese.”

“Oh that sounds good too!” you said realizing just how hungry you were

Jinyoung laughed. “You might as well order that for yourself too. I don't want you picking off my plate like you always do.”

“Aw, but then I don't get the best of two orders!” you whined playfully, making him laugh some more.

One by one the customers in line finished their orders and you had yet to make up your mind. the entire time you were just annoying jinyoung with your incessant debating.

“Well hurry up and make your mind.” he told you once you were next to order.

When the time came, you panicked and ordered the same thing that Jinyoung did.

Next came time to sit somewhere. Your eyes scanned the packed cafe. The couches were filled with hipster teens like animals at a watering hole. The section of tall bar stool like tables looked cute, but also uncomfortable. Adding to that, they are right by the windows. That would mean putting Jinyoung in the spotlight for a sea of passing people outside. Your poor baby already looked suspicious being the only person with a sunglasses and a face mask in the middle of a cafe, the last thing you wanted was a mob of people over the two of you if Jinyoung so much as revealed himself in order to eat. The basic tables in the center of the cafe were the only real option… with almost every table being taken.

“Oh! Over there!” Somehow Jinyoung was able to spot an untouched table in the corner of the cafe, almost hidden by a bookshelf. it was the perfect spot

“I really like this table.” you said with a sneaky smirk. “I feel like I can spy on everyone and no one will suspect me.”

“Even better, no one can see us do this!” Suddenly Jinyoung’s lips crashed into yours, giving you a heck of a kiss before you pushed him off.

“Jinyoung!” you could only gasp with a stupid smile. “ I thought no kissing in public? That is one of your rules.”

“I made the rules, so I can break them.” he smiled before leaning in for only a peck, now realizing he really should tone things down some.

Now calm, the two of you began talking over mind less things. You laughed over Jinyoung’s new gossip with GOT7 and your gossip over your coworkers. You spoke about the new tv series you started and Jinyoung blabbed about the book series he was still trying to get you to read with him. The two of you talked about every little thing you didn't really have the time to talk about.

For the most part, there was no real direction in your conversation, but even with the unpredictable topics, Jinyoung hit you with a curve ball.

“Babe, tell me again how you feel about having kids.”

You paused for a moment, but answered as usual “... I’d like to have kids… but eventually like we agreed the last time we talked about it… Why?”

Jinyoung leaned back a bit and scooted you closer. “Look through the books.” he said ominously.

Doing as he instructed, you sat where he did a moments ago and looked through the small space between some books. You could clearly see a family a few tables away. It was a mother, a father, and a baby girl. The child was probably a year old and she was the cutest thing you had ever seen. The parents cooed over their baby, who had the pudgest arms and roundest cheeks. She had the ruffliest dress with the cutest little pig tails and she was nothing but smiles.

“Isn’t she cute?” Jinyoung was practically squealing

“Awwwww she is!” you smiled

“I can’t wait till we have one of our own.”

“Yeah, years from now we are going to have the cutest baby!”

“I hope they have your cheeks.” Jinyoung cooed, his fingers reaching out and pinching your cheeks… hard.

In that same moment your fingers went after him. “And I hope they have your ears!” you grunted with revenge, pinching his ears as hard as he pinches your cheeks.

The two of you began a battle of playful jabs at each other like actual children. If it weren't for the bookshelf blocking you two, you would most likely have the attention of the entire cafe.

The little war came to an abrupt end when your waitress make an appearance. Within the presence of food, all sense of conversation was out the window.

Lunch for the most part was silent, the two of you put much of your focus into devouring your meals.

The food was delicious as it looked and once done the both of you were too full to move.

“Ah that was good… but back to what we were talking about. I was hoping we would have a baby sooner than a few years… How about a year or two?”

“What?!? No! That’s too soon don't you think?”

“Nah! If anything we should have had one already! What do you want to have first, a boy or a girl?”

You stared at him in a sense of total confusion. No matter how long you stared, his expression of content didn't leave his face “Who are you and what have you done to my Jinyoung?!?”

He laughed. “I am your Jinyoung! C’mon look at the little girl again. How can you look at her and not want to be parents?” Again he directed our gaze over  to the family a few tables away.

The trio was as adorable as ever. The young mom was spoon feeding her baby piece of cake. The baby giggle over the little sound effects her mother was making for the spoon. The entire time the father was recording with his cellphone. He had the proudest smile on his face as he watched over his two girls. Witnessing such a picture perfect moment really made parenting look worth while.

However, you had to be rational. “Baby, we aren’t even married yet!” you reasoned.

“So? Tons are people are having kids before getting married. There isn't anything wrong with it!”

“Jinyoung you can't be serious.”

“I am! Beside, we’ll be married eventually. Why does it matter if we have a kid before that?

“We aren't even public yet”

“That's even less important.” he said just so casually. “Honestly, I am genuinely not wanting to bother going public till our kid is in college.”

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Jinyoung was the rational one between the two of you but what he was saying was so beyond random and off the rails. Sure you had talked about marriage and kids before, but at the time you on waiting a few years.

“How are we even going to have time for a baby? I barely see you now! And then you still need to do your military service!”

Jinyoung simply shrugged. “The whole military thing is only two years and I have breaks every now and then. Plus GOT7 is doing good schedule wise. I can JYP ask for a year or 2 off and the guys and I can do solo stuff and whatever.” He seemed ti have an answer for everything

“Where is thing coming from?”

“My love for you” he snickered as he watched your expression of overwhelming confusion deepen. “Do I really have you that wound up?”

“Yes!”

He just laughed some more. “Just take another look at the family.”

You did so, so emotionally exhausted that your rested your head on Jinyoung’s shoulder to spy on the family.

The mom and dad were in complete awe over anything their daughter did. And the baby was in joy over every bit of attention they gave her. You could feel the love between them from across the cafe.

You could feel Jinyoung’s arm wrap around you “I want that to be us. It doesn't have to be now. I was only joking about the in-a-year thing… but I want that to be us one day.”

Your arms wrapped around him returning his embrace “And it will… years from now, but I want that to be us too”

“Yeah… but you know… The sooner the better.” he chuckled

-Admin Boat

[kinosternon]

Haunted (oneshot, Reiji & Ai)

Fandom: Uta no Prince-Sama Category: Gen, Angst Characters: Kotobuki Reiji, Mikaze Ai, Shinomiya Natsuki Status: Complete Warnings: spoilers for VN series and Shining Live; veiled references to suicide

Summary: Set around the School Life Melody Reiji card in Shining Live. 

It would be simpler if Reiji were only afraid of ghosts, especially since he has reason to be. But it's a bit more complicated than that.

When Natsuki loses him in the haunted house, Ai finds this out the hard way. 

Mirrors: ( Ao3 | FFN )

School festivals were interesting.

Ai had, of course, never attended normal school. He'd spent time on the grounds at Saotome Academy, of course, but even then he had not had what could be called a normal class schedule for its students. Seeing a real school, therefore, was interesting.

He was a little bit disappointed that it wasn't a normal school day, in fact. It would have been more interesting to find out how actual classes were taught, instead of just seeing everyone running around excited and selling things. If he wanted to learn about how clerking worked, he could go to any store, after all, and this was supposed to be a school.

But there were many things he couldn't talk to his peers about, and this was one of them. It might have been more difficult to avoid talking about such things were it not such a fundamental part of his lessons, of his very programming—he was not to say things that gave away his past, not concretely.

(The doctor would still occasionally beg him not to use quite so many robotics metaphors in his daily speech, but Ai figured that was a lost cause. The effect on other people didn't seem to be negative, and it was, on a certain level, just the way his mind worked.)

Here and now, though,  he was going to get this project right this time, with Ranmaru and Tokiya's indulgent looks or without them. Once he started something, it was difficult to accept anything less than work of the highest quality, and his karumeyaki was clearly subpar.  

"Ai-chan-senpai!" Natsuki's voice was easy enough to hear, even if Ai hadn't been more or less attuned to it. Natsuki did get lost pretty often, after all.

This time, though, he was fairly sure he hadn't lost him. "Natsuki," he said, frowning as he turned. "I thought you'd partnered up with Reiji for today."

"I did!" Natsuki said, looking guilty. "But I can't find him!"

"You can't..." Ai sighed, and raised his hand to his forehead. He turned more fully, taking his ladle off the burner and setting it aside. "You're saying you got lost? This school is not that big, Natsuki. Were the two of you with anyone else when you got separated?"

"No!" Natsuki said. "And I think he's the one who's lost this time, Ai-chan-senpai, really! We went into the haunted house, and by the time I left I couldn't find him anywhere!"

"Hmm," Ai said, hand on his chin. "Are you saying that you think he might still be inside?"

"I think so," Natsuki said. "And the people at the front were so nice, but they told me that I shouldn't go back to look for him! I'm not sure what to do."

Ai frowned. "What was the inside of the haunted house like?"

Natsuki clasped his hands under his chin, eyes sparkling, immediately distracted. "Oh, it was wonderful! There were so many cute monsters to make friends with! I wanted to find all of them, and I think I did a pretty good job in there! It took a while, and there was a lot to see—I think that's how I lost track of Rei-chan-senpai."

"I...see." Yes, Ai was starting to get a pretty clear picture. "In that case..." He turned to Ranmaru and Tokiya. "If you'll excuse me, I think someone needs to go collect Reiji. I'll see you later."

Ranmaru grunted, still focused on crunching through his (beautifully symmetrical) karumeyaki and trying, Ai suspected, not to look vaguely dissatisfied. Tokiya looked a little wry, but nodded. "We'll see you later, Mikaze-senpai."

"At the live, if nothing else," Ai agreed, and followed Natsuki back down the hallway.

The scene at the front of the house confirmed his suspicions. It was hard to miss the student outside the haunted house, makeup still on his face and holding himself at an angle that hinted at bruised ribs. He managed to duck out of the way before Natsuki saw him, peeking his head around the corner to hiss something at his classmate. Ai resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Yes, it was clear that Natsuki had made his presence known here.

Natsuki was as oblivious as always, however, to the effect he tended to have on people. "I've brought my senpai to look for my friend," he explained to the girl at the desk. Ai wasn't always good with strangers' expressions, but she looked a little uncomfortable to be talking with him. "Is it all right if he goes in to look?"

"He can join the line," the girl said, and turned to the docent at the exit to the house. "You said we might be missing someone?"

"Our count was thrown off a little earlier," the student answered, looking awkward, "but we don't know of anyone that's come in but hasn't gone out yet."

"You'd think they'd remember Rei-chan-senpai," Natsuki said, concerned. "He's so handsome, and he makes friends with everyone!"

"I think they might have been a bit preoccupied when he went through, Natsuki," Ai said patiently.

Natsuki's expression was entirely innocent when he said, "Oh? Why's that?"

Ai sighed and ignored him. "Thank you," he said instead, to the girl at the desk. "Natsuki, please wait for us at the exit. And try to stay out of trouble."

"Of course!" Natsuki said. "Have a good time!"

"I'm sure it will be an interesting experience," Ai said diplomatically, aware of the students responsible for this attraction right in front of him. In reality, he didn't think there was all that much interesting about young people using masks and low light to try to scare one another, but he would get to observe the fruits of their efforts, and besides, he wasn't going in to have fun in the first place.

Inside the redecorated classroom—that's what it looked like, anyway—it was dark, and there were many twisting hallways, but it wasn't anything Ai's sensors or his spatial processing couldn't handle. There were only so many places Reiji could hide, he decided as he raised an eyebrow at a sheet-covered figure who was attempting to loom up towards him. It paused at his stare, then shrank back with a mumbled apology.

"I'm just here to find my friend," Ai said to the room at large. "Please, don't trouble yourselves on my account."

He went on.

The problem with schools, Reiji thought as he hid under a countertop, was that they could be so stuffy.

Not the students—these ones were fresh-faced and lively, enough that it took a surprising amount of his usually ample energy reserves to match their levels of enthusiasm. No, the building itself—where it wasn't scrubbed down, in neglected corners like this one, there were years' worth of accumulated dirt from outside, dust, and cobwebs that had been shoved into a corner rather than cleaned out properly.

He wasn't entirely sure there wasn't some in his hair, for crying out loud. Idols—especially on duty—were not supposed to be dusty.

And yet, he wasn't quite ready to leave just yet, either.

It was silly, he knew. The "ghosts" were far from the most convincing of performers—Nacchan's reaction of wanting to hug them was about as rational as being scared of them, really. But Reiji had always been the sort of person who adapted to the atmosphere well. It was a performer's instinct—when people wanted him to be startled or frightened, it was hard not to respond to that energy, at least on the surface.

But it had started to get out of hand—the hairs standing on the back of his neck less of a show than he wanted them to be, starting to feel genuinely frightened, and then irritated about being frightened, and Natsuki hadn't shown any signs of letting up at all. So the second time he was startled badly enough to almost lose his footing, he'd taken advantage of the moment of fright and bolted. He'd stumbled along a bit, almost colliding with another disguised student trying to scare him, and eventually he'd found a hiding place where there wasn't anyone on duty.

It had been the matter of a moment to slip behind the false wall, heart pounding, and curl himself up here, under a countertop in a corner where he wouldn't be easily found. He had a good view of the hallway near his hiding place, too, so it would be difficult for anyone to sneak up on him with no warning.

Now he was just breathing, trying to calm himself down. It was a silly thing to do, running away like that, and while it had felt a bit like fun at first, he was starting to feel more than a little ridiculous.

While it was nice not to have to pretend he wasn't flustered, and he needed a moment to breathe, he kind of wished he wasn't alone, too. Nacchan was one thing, but if he'd been with even one other person who'd been at least a little bit unenthusiastic about going, then he would have been able to latch on to that energy—make fun of it, probably, till they'd all managed to get through somehow.

Instead, here he was, hiding, hoping that nobody had noticed yet that he was hiding, because that was something else idols weren't supposed to do.

The trick, he mused, was going to be getting out of this bind gracefully.

There was a set of footsteps down a cardboard hallway a few feet away, and he shrank back into his hiding place, thankful for the shadows. It only made things harder, he thought ruefully, that he didn't yet feel ready to leave.

It was...hard. This was a normal school rather than one for idols, but seeing all these young people running around with hardly a care in the world really took Reiji back. He felt so distant from them, and yet...every time a young, smiling face turned the corner, or a pair of sparkling eyes aimed themselves up (or, often enough, down) at him, he remembered being that young himself—what it felt like to be surrounded by peers and upperclassmen, rather than most of the people he worked with on a daily basis being younger than him. Those little moments of remembering how things had been, before...Reiji sighed and stared up at the dim ceiling, peeking out from under the edge of the countertop. It was hard. It was easier when nothing reminded him of the way things had been—of the way he'd been, all those years ago. He'd lived long enough to put some distance between him and that time, and the break from showbiz had been a kind of barrier, setting a boundary that he didn't often have to cross, even in memory.

This was impinging on that barrier, and if he was being honest with himself, he didn't like it. At all.

He sighed, resting his head on his knees. There was no one to see him here. He couldn't exactly act anything less than his best in front of an audience, whether it was one of excited students or his own team members. They each relied on him in their own way, even if they would have vehemently denied it—expected him to act a certain way, to respond to their antics with his own. He didn't intend to let any of them down. Not like he'd let happen when he was younger…

He shook his head to himself. There was no point in allowing the memories to pull him in any further. But if he was going to keep that promise to himself, that meant that pretty soon he was going to have to come out of hiding.

He was mentally preparing himself to crawl out of his corner and duck back into the hallway when another set of footfalls made him pause, an irrational chill cascading down his spine.

They were from someone tall. He could tell by the size of the shoe soles he could just see under the false hallway, the length of time between steps. They were graceful, too, though, almost thoughtful, and something about them put Reiji immediately on his guard.

It wasn't Natsuki. Natsuki's feet were bigger, and he didn't have the same cautious tread. But Reiji got the sudden, absurd feeling that he knew those steps. His heart rose in his throat as they slowed and stopped, not too far from where a partly concealed rent in the cardboard led directly to his hiding place.

He bit his lip to keep breathing through his nose, and realized, suddenly, how vulnerable he felt down here, how silly. He didn't particularly feel like being laughed at, if he was found.

So silently, carefully, he crawled out of his hiding place at last, feeling around to make sure he didn't bump into anything, and stood. One hand, on automatic, went to his hair, to brush out any possible cobwebs.

It was harder to tell from his new angle, but the feet stopped in the hallway still seemed to be there. Reiji swallowed, heart pounding. Canned atmospheric sounds rang through the halls, suddenly catching his attention—howling wind, the moans of the damned. The figure in the hallway was waiting too long.

What if—but no, he couldn't let himself think it. Couldn't begin to accept the possibility.

Only now that he was trying not to, he couldn't stop thinking it—

The curtain hiding the rent in the cardboard stirred. A single finger parted it, lifting it slowly to the side. A sliver of light from the hallway, dim, flashed silvery-blue on a long lock of hair.

Reiji froze, refusing to think—

Shaggy blue hair falling down the face of the figure who stepped towards him. A pale face, a judgmental gaze.

There were a few different responses to fear, Reiji knew. Flight was common, one he was familiar with. Freezing, too, or apologizing. But he had nowhere to run, no way to apologize to the specter in front of him that would have had any chance of working.

Reiji hadn't expected the anger.

It seared through him like a lightning bolt—his shame, the unlikeliness of this moment, the unfairness of what had come back to haunt him, his knowledge that anything this vengeful spirit asked, he would feel obligated to give.

Reiji didn't want to know what he wanted, what he thought. He'd left, he was gone, and Reiji refused to accept the idea that this would be how they'd meet again.

His fist lashed out, without his conscious thought or permission, and struck Aine across the face—

—except Aine only bent backwards slightly, head barely turning, and there was a loud crack that didn't sound quite like hitting flesh or like hitting a ghost, and Reiji found that his hand hurt quite a bit.

Reality returned to Reiji in a flash as his hand fell from Ai's face, as Ai stared him down, eyes wide.

"Rei...ji?" Something in his voice faltered, something that wasn't like a ghost at all.  

"Ai...ai...?" He was breathing hard enough that it was difficult to get out the nickname, almost gasping. "It's...just you, huh...?"

Ai appeared to take a breath, raising one hand to his face and feeling at the skin there. His expression was impassive as always, but his voice faltered when he spoke. "Are you...all right?"

"Ah, yes." Reiji tried for a laugh, to shrug off the moment, but the sound came out breathy and desperate. "Y-you startled me! Are you all right, Ai-ai?"

"...I'm fine." Ai's responses were coming quicker now, gaze turning assessing as he looked Reiji up and down. "Your heart rate is elevated and you're covered in dust. You were scared?"

The flippant edge was returning to his voice, and Reiji couldn't help laughing in relief. "Ahahaaa, well, I'm afraid the haunted house was just too good! I got...er, separated...from Natsuki, and it all got a bit into my head, I guess."

Ai gave him a familiar look. "That much is obvious." He held out one hand. "Are you ready to go?"

Unexpectedly, Reiji's throat tightened. Something about seeing Ai like this, one hand outstretched, looking at Reiji with a patience uncharacteristic enough that it might or might be a cover for concern...

...Reiji was fairly sure it wasn't just his imagination, when sometimes he looked at Ai and saw a ghost.

But that wasn't Ai's fault, and he'd hurt him enough already today. So he shook himself off and neatly sidestepped the proffered hand, slinging a hand around Ai's shoulders instead. He felt Ai's twitch of annoyance all through his torso, and everything was normal again.

"Yep! With Ai-ai by my side protecting me from the ghosts, there's nothing to fear!" He pointed a dramatic arm out in front of them. "Let's gooo!"

Ai's exasperated sigh was his only answer, as they navigated the opening in the cardboard and Ai dragged Reiji towards the exit.

Reiji, for his part, kept his eyes near his feet, subtly ignoring the scenery around them. Once or twice, he thought he caught Ai turning to glare at something, and it must have worked, because he didn't notice a single spirit or monster interacting with them on their way out.

When they finally got to the exit, Ai nodded to the student there, and Reiji sent them an apologetic glance.

"Where did Natsuki get to..." Ai said, sounding exasperated, and then paused, looking down the hallway. "Oh, there he is. It looks like he hasn't gotten lost yet, for once." He looked over to Reiji. "Do you want to switch partners? Last I saw, Tokiya and Ranmaru were around the honeycomb toffee booth on the second floor."

"Ah, maybe I will," Reiji said, taking the out. He didn't particularly want to face Natsuki at the moment.

"Good. Don't get lost again," Ai added, folding his arms and giving Reiji a stern look. "The live starts in forty-six minutes, and we're expected to be backstage in twenty-one."

"I will, I will! Don't worry."

Ai raised an eyebrow at him. Absently, one hand drifted up to prod at his cheek, and Reiji thought he detected the hint of a pout.

He closed in briefly, checking to see if he'd left a mark. "I am sorry about that, Ai-ai. Does it hurt? Do you need ice or something?"

"No, better not," Ai said. His face stretched into an unnatural smile that didn't reach his eyes before relaxing. "I still have a full range of motion. If there's any damage it shouldn't affect my performance. Unless there's a mark?"

"No," Reiji admitted, "no mark."

"Good. I'll look into the rest later."

"You do that." He wanted to check further, but was positive Ai wouldn't welcome the intrusion. After all, even if he had damaged Ai, he wouldn't know the first thing to do about making it better.

"I should...get going," he said finally. "Before Nacchan sees me."

"Yeah. Bye." And Ai walked off, and that was that.

Reiji stared after him for a moment and sighed before heading in the opposite direction.

He wished he knew how to make it up to him—to either of them—but he had the terrible feeling it might already be too late.

[joeys-ordinary-odyssey-blog]

some gen for la squadra for this winter evening, pretty please?~♡

Well, since you asked so nicely…

Headcanons are under the cut due to length.

Risotto

-Looking at him, you’d think Risotto is the kind of guy to work ‘till he drops, but in reality, he Lives™ for naps.

-Sometimes he’ll attract metallic objects in his sleep because of his Stand. This leads to him having to pick paper clips, staples, & other similar objects off his clothes when he wakes up, & thumbtacks end up piercing his skin from time to time.

-Once Risotto’s out, he’s not gonna wake up that easily, so if you have any piercings & you get too close to him when he’s asleep, you’d better make yourself comfortable ‘cause you’re not going anywhere anytime soon. At least this gives you an excuse to cuddle into him a bit.

-You have to be close by to hear it, but Risotto lightly snores in his sleep. It’s actually kinda cute. Well, about as cute as a man that’s trained to kill can sound, anyway.

-Risotto loves the horror genre, but he avoids slashers like the plague. He already sees enough blood, death, & violence in real life, & he’d much rather watch a film that relies on atmosphere to be scary than a movie that’s just filled with senseless killing.

Prosciutto

-You know how earlier I said that Risotto seemed like the kind of guy to just keep going until he collapses? Yeah, that’s Prosciutto.

-Out of everyone there, he’s the one you really don’t want to wake up once he’s out unless it’s like, a Very Super Heckin’ Vitally Important Emergency. In that instance, he’ll be even more pissed if you didn’t wake him up. More often than not, he’s either fallen asleep standing up or just folded like a chair onto the floor & the Squadra draws straws to see who has to move Prosciutto to his bed, or at the very least the couch & risk waking him up & having him go ham on them (no pun intended, surprisingly).

-Prosciutto has a bit of an overbite. You probably won’t see it unless you’re actually looking at it, though.

-When he was in his early teens, Prosciutto lost his kid brother that he was really close with. Prosciutto saw a lot of his little brother in Pesci, & that’s what led to him taking Pesci under his wing.

-You wouldn’t be wrong in assuming that he may be projecting onto Pesci a little.

-Prosciutto is actually one of the Squadra members that doesn’t care too much about how he looks. He just picks what he thinks looks good, & he just ends up always pulling it off. Lucky.

Illuso

-If you try the “Bloody Mary” thing with him, he’ll either scare the shit outta you, or just flat out deck you. Depends on his mood & how much sleep he’s gotten.

-Illuso is actually pretty well-versed when it comes to hair care. Whether you have any questions or just want some of that sweet hair knowledge, Illuso’s your guy.

-The biggest little shit besides Formaggio.

-Illuso says he doesn’t believe in horoscopes, but he checks his like it’s a natural instinct. He may check the other Squadra members’ horoscopes from time to time.

Formaggio

-You know those throw blankets that’re like, unreasonably soft? That’s what Formaggio’s hair feels like.

-Voted “Most Likely to Succeed at a Keg Stand” in high school. I’m just kidding. Calm down.

-You’d think’d be Melone, but it’s actually Formaggio that’s the most physically affectionate of the Squadra. His brand of affection is more friendly than creepy, though.

-He may seem like just a gangster with a slight drinking problem to most people, but if you get close enough to him (which will take quite a bit of time), he’s like the big brother you never had.

-Can give pretty good advice when the time is right.

-Formaggio’s actually pretty sensitive.  I don’t mean the “soft” kind of sensitive, because he can’t really afford to be soft, what I mean is that he’s surprisingly in tune with other people’s emotions. Even though he’s gotta be one of the biggest little shits there is, he does know when enough is enough.

Ghiaccio

-Ghiaccio actually doesn’t take that long to get ready in the morning.

-Ghiaccio’s hair is naturally curly. He’s actually tried to straighten it out several times before, but since it keeps curling back up at the first sign of humidity, he just gave up after a while.

-Has a pretty big scented candle collection & is very aggressively passionate about it.

-Ghiaccio gives some of the best hugs, but these instances are very extremely rare.

-Is not above using White Album to make his hands colder & putting them on your back.

-Will act annoyed if asked, but he has a hard time turning down the opportunity to pull a Sick Prank™.

Pesci

-Pesci is a big guy, so he’s probably like a human space heater.

-Pesci doesn’t like being cooped up for too long. He likes to spend what spare time he has being outside, even if it’s just him wandering around the city. He can’t go out of town to do something like hike or camp as often as he’d like to because of his “line of work” requiring him to be easy to get ahold of, & if he’s in the middle of bumfuck nowhere it’s going to be more trouble than it’s worth to pack everything up & drag himself to wherever it is they need him.

-Cares a lot about how his hair looks & is very meticulous about styling it in the morning (He’s not gonna go “Josuke” on you if you insult his hair though. You’ll just hurt his feelings a little.).

Melone

-Melone has given everyone in the Squadra a nickname (much to their chagrin).

-Melone’s right eye is quite a bit more sensitive to light than his left one, which is why he wears that mask-thingie all the time.

-You wouldn’t know it from looking at him, but he’s quite the wine connoisseur.

-Will jump at the chance to do karaoke.

While Illuso’s more skilled when it comes to hair care, Melone’s area of expertise is skin care. He always seems to know what kind of lotion or mask to use just from a glance.

[atinydise]

Ateez reacting to their s/o getting a pixie cut and feeling insecure

❦ Genre: Fluff.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 10k6.

❦ Requested: Yes, thank you! 🦋

❦ Masterlist.

❦ A/N: if you don’t know what is a pixie cut (like me) here it is.

HONGJOONG

Hongjoong was waiting impatiently your return. Today, you finally went to the hairdresser to get a haircut. He knew that you were reticent at first, but you really wanted to give it a try. Hongjoong knew that you would regret it. He stood up instantly when he heard your key unlocking the door. He rushed to the hallway. His heart missed a beat when he saw your face being so exposed and the same for your neck. You entered the hallway and asked shyly, playing with your short hair. “It’s weird? Or ugly?”

He shook his head, making you understand that you were beautiful. “You look prettier than what I would think.” “Really?” You asked shyly. He nodded and pulled you by the hand into the living-room. “And because I know that you might regret your choice or at least need to get used to.” He started. “I got this for you.” He handed you a Tiffany&Co little box. You blinked few times, being speechless by this sudden situation. “Hongjoong-ah... you don’t need to propose me just for a haircut.” “Huh? Wait what? I’m not proposing!” He freaked out. “Just open it.” He ordered, stepping away from you shyly. You opened slowly the little box. When you saw the 2 beautiful longs earrings, you stood up and stared at your boyfriend. “Hongjoong! It’s beautiful!” You said, holding one between your fingers. “I thought that it would fit well with your new look.” he scratched his head. You ran to your boyfriend to hug him. “Thank you! That’s exactly what I needed.” You thanked him. He patted your back softly, “I’m happy that you like it.” He was so good to you. He probably bought it the day you took the hairdresser appointment m. What would you do without him?

SEONGHWA

Seonghwa was waking up of his nap when he heard you slamming the door. Usually, you would run to the living-room and greet him with a hug, telling that you missed him even if you were gone for 10 minutes only. But today, you ran to your bedroom, ignoring your boyfriend. He was worrying for you. So, he quietly walked in the hallway and stopped right in front of your room. You were not facing him, but your new look surprised him. The way your neck was exposed affected him differently. You hadn’t spotted your boyfriend’s eyes on you yet. You were just admiring your new haircut. “Ah… maybe it’s too short... what If Seonghwa doesn’t like it.” “Why I wouldn’t like it?” He said, finally entering. You faced your mirror, inspecting your hair. Your boyfriend wrapped his arms around your waist, “you look amazing.” You giggled shyly, “don’t you think it’s too short?“ He rested his chin on your shoulder, enjoying your perfume in the same time. “I think you are too pretty to go out now. Everyone would look at you.” You rolled your eyes, “stop saying that because I’m your girlfriend.” He kissed your neck softly, enjoying the smoothness of your skin. “I say that because you are pretty.” He paused before kissing your nape, “and mine.” You smirked, looking at Seonghwa’s reflection on the mirror. “I think that you are enjoying it a little bit too much.” “Probably,” he replied. “You have this effect on me and your new hair cut is not helping.” Finally, you were thinking wrong about this pixie cut. He probably liked it more than you.

YUNHO

You were watching a movie with your boyfriend, Yunho. You were sitting on the floor between Yunho’s legs, grabbing popcorn time to time. Finally, both of you found time to see each other. This month was probably the fullest that Yunho got in his whole career. At first, he was supposed to be your mental support when you needed to get your haircut. But because of his schedule, he didn’t manage to be there. So, tonight was the first time, he saw you with your pixie cut. You were waiting a bit more of compliment. But you simply thanked him and settled the movie, snacks and the atmosphere. While you were focused on the scene, you were ignoring that Yunho was not watching the movie. He was right there behind you, but he couldn’t stop staring at your hair. When he saw the result earlier, he hadn’t found the good words to express how gorgeous you were. “Hello earth? We are calling Jeong Yunho!” You said, waving your hand in front of you. Yunho blinked few times, he was so deep in his thoughts that he didn’t notice you calling him. “Huh? Yes?” “You don’t like my hair huh?” You bit your lip, finally asking. “What? No! I mean- Yes, I do! I like it- arghh-“ he sighed, frustrated. “I like it. I really do. It’s just that I don’t know how to compliment you well. You smiled shyly, “it’s okay, you don’t have to. I have my answer!” When you were doing to sit back on your seat, he grabbed your hand. “No, I really want you to know that you are the prettiest girl I ever saw. And even more with this haircut. You are absolutely gorgeous. Amazing. Handsome. Pretty. Sexy-“ “Okay okay!” You giggled, stopping him. “Thank you.” You sat on his laps, hugging his tall figure. “Only you can make me feel like I’m the prettiest girl on the earth. Thank you.”

YEOSANG

Even if Yeosang insisted to see your hair since the end of your hairdresser appointment, you were not removing the ridiculous beanie you were wearing. “Y/N... it’s okay! I’m sure you look pretty! You are whatever you do anyway.” He tried to comfort you. “Really? Then why everyone is looking at me?” You asked, fixing your hat again. “Probably because you are wearing a beanie even if it’s 25°C today.” He chuckled. “I won’t remove it!” You replied, sitting on the grass. “Okay. At least I can see your exposed neck,” he mentioned tickling your nape. “Don’t!” You slapped his hand. Yeosang lay down next to you. The park became emptier, but you still refused to show your haircut. “You know that I’ll see your hair tonight, you won’t sleep with it.” He warned you. “I’ll sleep with it. Till my hair grow again!” Your boyfriend sighed and finally asked you. “Why you decided to cut your hair? If it’s to wear this ugly beanie?” “Because I thought it would look nice. But I’m not sure anymore.” You replied. “And this stupid beanie is yours.” He raised a brow, almost disgusted, “really? Why did I buy this?” You raised your shoulder as an answer. Yeosang held you hand, enjoying how it fits perfectly in his. “Baby, you look amazing whatever you are wearing.” He kissed your hand. “So, please. Remove this beanie.” You bit your lip, hesitating a bit but finally executed. You avoided his stare on you. Yeosang stood up, grabbing you by the hand. “What are you doing? If you don’t like it just-“ “Let’s go home. If anyone see how pretty you are, they will think that you are a top model and that I’m not good enough for you!” He explained, trying to hide you with his jacket.

SAN

Your boyfriend San noticed how you were a bit reticent and sad about your hair cut. He liked it so much but seems like that you didn’t or that you needed to be used to. Most of the time, you were hiding your hair with the cap of his hoodie, that you loooved to wear. He even spotted you looking for hair extension on Internet. So, while you thought that you were joining your boyfriend and his dad for a fancy dinner, San planned a complete other program. [“Y/N, the address is this one. I found another restaurant.”] “Oh, it’s near my apartment,” you whispered, seeing the red pin on the map. [“See you there.”] you replied. While you got ready, you tried to remember a restaurant near your apartment. But you could only think about a library, a photo shoot studio or a little shop. You gave up and exited your apartment and walked to the address that San gave you. Once you got there, you called San, thinking that he gave you the wrong address. “Y/N! Come in!” Interpelled your boyfriend, in front of you. “What are you doing here? And where’s your dad?” You asked. “I lied,” he giggled. “There’s only both is us tonight and Jongho as a photographer.” He said leading you inside. “Photographer? Wait San, I-“ He faced you, “I know that you are not used to your haircut. But trust me, when I say that you are pretty! So, do this little photoshoot.” He kissed your cheek, before joining Jongho. You understood what he wanted to do. He wanted to boost your confidence and help you to love this hairstyle as much as he liked it. “Are you ready Y/N?” Asked Jongho. You nodded and shouted,” more than ready! You will see San-ie! I’ll rock this hairstyle!” “That’s my girl!” Shouted back your boyfriend, proud of you.

MINGI

You were trying to calm down your boyfriend. He was so excited about your new haircut. “Did I say that you were so pretty?” He giggled, tickling your exposed ears. “Mingi... calm down,” you said to him gently. “Why?” He asked, tilting his head at 2 centimeters of you. “I can’t tell that my girlfriend is the PRETTIEST girl in the world?” He yelled, making people stare at you. “Argh! Stop! Everyone is looking at us!” “Not at us! At you!” He tickled your chin. “No... this is not really pretty or at least not on me.” You muttered. Mingi looked at you, outraged that you could think that you were ugly or not attractive with this haircut. “You look amazing!” He wrapped your arm around your shoulders. “It’s me, who’s not looking good enough next to you.” You giggled, “you say that because you are my boyfriend.” “Oh, then okay...” he simply replied. When you thought that he was calming down and that you could go back to the dorm, Mingi rushed to a couple in front of you. “Excuse me! My girlfriend is pretty huh?” He asked as if he was asking the weather.” You pinched his arm, “Mingi!” “Excuse me mister!” He said to an old man. “My girlfriend is pretty, right?” The old man laughed at his question and answered, “yes. She’s in an angel! You are lucky.” Mingi turned around, “see! Everyone finds you pretty!” “Okay okay I got it!” you laughed, “stop now.” You wrapped your arm around his. This boy was unbelievable, but you felt more comfortable and less insecure now thanks to him.

WOOYOUNG

When you said to Wooyoung that you wanted to cut you hair, he was a bit reticent. He was not really a fan of short hair but that was your choice and you were free to do whatever you want. Finally, the day of your hairdresser appointment, you sent a message to your boyfriend. [“Say bye to my long hair!”] [“Are you sure?”] [“100% Wooyoungie...”] you sighed. You were just in front of the hairdresser shop. It’s not the right moment to doubt. [“Then I want to be the first person to see your short hair.”] [“Come and get me in 1 hour then.”] After sending your message, you got in. But, when you saw all the scissors there, you just wanted to run away but finally you took all the braveness that you had and joined the employee. After the appointment, you felt different but anxious about your boyfriend’s reaction. “Y/N-“ You turned around. Your cheeks were burning instantly when you saw Wooyoung staring at you intensely. “H-Hi,” you waved shyly at him. You thought that he wasn’t liking the result, but he was just staring at your beauty with his new look. “Well I know that you won’t like it but it’s not that bad huh?” You tried to convince him. But out of nowhere, he hugged you, rubbing your head. “Don’t ever grow your hair again. You look amazing and I’m sorry for not supporting you enough.” He apologized. “It’s okay,” you whispered. “And if you like it then it’s perfect. He hugged you tighter, “you are so gorgeous that I don’t want to let you go. Who would thought that your neck was so pretty?” He laughed Hearing his laugh, completely reassured you. Now you will just need to get used to.

JONGHO

When you called Jongho to tell him that you really cut your hair, he freaked out. Few days ago, when you told him that you wanted to do a pixie cut, he was scared that you would look more mature. He didn’t want to look like a baby next to you. But of course, he didn’t say anything. You needed to do whatever you wanted. So, when you were about to meet him at the coffee shop next the KQ building, he was a bit stressed. He was preparing mentally to your new style. “Hello Jongho...” you greeted him, sitting on the chair in front of your boyfriend. He couldn’t detach his eyes off you. This pixie cut gave you a kind of mature look. But also, a cuter one. He ignored if it was because of the shy expression and the pinkish make up you had or the haircut only. “Ah... it’s different huh...” you rubbed your neck. “Yes. Totally different.” He smiled. “I like it but maybe I needed to do it less-,” you doubted. “You are perfect!” He reassured you. “To be honest I thought you would look mature. Even a bit too much but,” he paused, sitting next to you. “You look so cute!” He giggled, pinching your cheeks. “Huh wait. Ouch- Jongho it hurts.” You slapped his hands. “Sorry but I can’t help it…Your baby face!” He claimed with a soft voice. “I look grown, mature and sexier!” You contradicted him, pouting a bit. He looked at you intensely, “yes sure... my little girl.” You rolled your eyes, “stop babying me Choi Jongho.” “I can’t help it!” He replied, pinching your cheeks again. Finally, it’s a good thing that you got this pixie cut. 

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I remember that precisely because it seemed so anomalous. I find the ancient rule still works: try to understand a program completely to rewrite it, so there is no one within big companies were always getting cancelled as a result they can be used in new ways.1 Good startups will move to another country to do it mainly to help the poor become more productive—for example, if you've sold more than about 40% of your company in subsequent rounds. The first approach is a mistake, because it changes too fast for that to be possible. What's really going on here, I think, is reading books.2 You can work in plain sight and they don't care where you went to college. So it may not only filter out lots of good ideas, especially in technology. You'll have to force yourself to work, and indeed in this business you're often being deliberately misled about it and b your first priority in fundraising should be to get it over with and get back to focusing on the real test, if you love life, don't waste time, because the advice I've given is essentially how to play hardball back. I read a lot of bureaucracy to slow them down. But aside from that, I don't think there's any limit to the number who could be employed by small, fast-moving companies with a couple thousand people each. And to do all this not in the calm, womb-like atmosphere of a big company: the pay's low but you spend most of your time trying to push your price down.

You will be in the meaning of the word 'is' is.3 Startup School in 2007. So there is no recovery. Avoid investors till you decide to raise money at the highest valuation. In that case I often recommend that founders act like consultants—that they were willing to pay more for better content, why wasn't anyone already selling it to them? Similarly, when investors habitually seem more positive than they are? The VCs who say they're going to give you a termsheet. If not it's a sign of a company they've funded. Startups do that all the startups. Is a Self-Fulfilling Prophecy. I went because I wanted to buy expensive things. The reason I say short-term greed is that the subset of ideas that are unsexy or involve schleps.

And through a combination of wishful thinking and short-term greed, the labels and studios could buy laws making the definition of an organization not to. But if this is your attitude, something great is very unlikely to happen to you, because if they don't and you stick around, you'll probably see problems that software could solve. Prestige is especially dangerous to the ambitious. And as for Cobol, he doesn't know how anyone can get anything done in Blub? In your own projects you don't have to hurry. And it follows inexorably that, except in special cases, you ought to use the macro ten or twenty times before it yielded a net improvement in readability. I think he knew it. Few dissertations are read with pleasure, especially by their authors.

Those will on average be better investors. But probably soluble; it doesn't mean much that open conversations have always been people in the music business hope to retroactively convert it away from publishing, by getting listeners to pay for the smells he was enjoying. You meet a lot of people at Apple seem to be afraid of him, he runs around them; if someone tries to grab him, he runs around them; if someone tries to grab him, he spins out of their element. When do you give up? How do you do that, you'll naturally tend to build things in the next 50 years but don't have yet, you'd find present day life pretty constraining, just as they do with most startups. It was pretty advanced for the time. If you want to discover the image as you make it clear you'll mean a net decrease. Simplicity takes effort—genius, even. Even colocating servers seemed too risky, considering how often things went wrong with them. The shielding of a reactor is not uniform; the reactor would be useless if it were. I claim hacking and painting are also related, in that ideas and techniques from one field can often be transplanted successfully to others. But in fact there will be a natural counterweight to monopolies.

Notes

You should probably start from scratch is not always intellectual dishonesty that makes curators and dealers use neutral-sounding language.

Inside their heads a giant house of cards is tottering.

Make sure it works on all the returns come from going to eat a sheep in the body or header lines other than salaries that you can't even trust the design world's internal standards.

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Be romantic, it's what defines us as we want to be flexible and self-sacrificing.It is not enough to withstand all obstacles?Communicating, compromising, and committing relate to extended family.And, truth be told, it's often the start to accumulate.Why would you be driven to ensure that there is even a subject.

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