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undercoverclover · 4 years ago

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Make You Happy

Pairing: Donghun x OC

Genre: Angst

Warning: None, I think.

“I can’t do this anymore, Donghun.”

“What do you mean? I’m trying!”

“You’re trying? You’re never home! I get working, but the extra hours are too much! I need you!” I scream, tears streaming down my face.

“I- please. Please, don’t do this.” He says, defeated. The tears running down his face hurt beyond anything describable.

“I don’t want to! Don’t you see that? It’s not how I wanted this.” I turn and walk away from the man I thought I would love for the rest of my life. I probably will, but I can’t be with him until he’s ready… if that will ever happen.

Getting back to my place, I see the photographs plastered on my wall of him and I. I pull them off one by one and put them in my keepsake trunk. I wish it was me that made him happy.

2 years later

“Hey! Long time no see!” I hear. Looking around I see a woman, around my age with light brown hair and blue eyes, had said.

“Liliana?” I gasp.

“Hello, love. How are you? I’ve missed you!” She exclaims, giving me a hug in which I return happily.

“I’m alright. How are you? How’s everything going?” I ask, smiling.

“It’s been pretty good. These past few years have been a lot better than it has been in a while.” She smiles, seeming genuinely happy.

“That’s great! I’m really happy for you.”

“So, what have you been up to since you left?” She asks, kind of nervously playing with her hair-tie to see if it was still a sore subject.

“Once I moved to NYC, it was rough starting off. After everything, I was a disaster. But, eventually I opened up my gallery with a friend and we’ve done pretty well so far. I think anyway.” I smile.

“What? That’s amazing! You’ll have to show me some of your work! Maybe I can get one to ha-”

“Sorry to cut in, but I need my girlfriend for a second.” A familiar face cuts in and smiles at me.

“No way.” I smile, wider than I thought possible, “Chan?”

“Hey, it’s been a long time.” He says, smiling but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“How long have you 2 been together?” I ask, astonished.

“Um… About a year and a half.” He says, smiling and wrapping his arms around her.

“That’s awesome. I’m really happy for you guys.”

“Thanks.” Liliana says, smiling widely, “Well, I guess I’ll be back in just a few. We can finish catching up then?”

“Definitely.”

They take off to wherever Chan needed her and I look around at the room full of people. A high school reunion shouldn’t make you this nervous. I guess that’s what you get when you only had a handful of friends in a sea of people back in high school.

I spot the drink bar and walk towards it, maybe something over there will save me from being lonely.

“What can I get you?” The bartender asks. I look at everything and decide against it, I have to drive back to my parent’s house later.

“Just a sprite, thanks.” I smile. He nods, leaving for a split second to retrieve it.

“I’d never thought I’d see you back here again.” I hear in my ear and freeze.Why….

Turning around, I see Donghun… The same gorgeous man he was 2 years ago, except he had medium platinum hair and wore a suit.

“Hello, Donghun.” I smile slightly, trying to hide the pain I feel looking at his big brown eyes.

“It’s nice to see you again, Anya.” He smiles and looks down anxiously.

“You too. How have you been?” I ask, realizing I might get a hateful response.

“I’ve actually been okay. Better than I was. How about you?”

“I’m alright. It’s been a rough couple of years, but they’re finally getting better.” I say, truthfully.

“Yeah. I get that. What are you doing in NYC?” He asks.

“I have an art gallery up there with a friend.” I smile.

“That’s really great. I’m glad you found something that makes you happy.” He says looking down at the ground again. I feel the stab in my heart and my breath hitches. I regain composure before he looks back up, but the tears are wanting to form.

“Yeah, it’s helped.” I say, “What about you?”

“I mean, we just got back from tour last week, so it’s been rough trying to fix my jet lag… but I’ve been steadily busy.”

“Tour? Are you serious? That’s so awesome!” I smile, really happy for him.

“Yeah. We got signed about 6 months after everything happened.” He smiles but sadly.

“That’s so awesome though. I’m really happy for you. Truly, I am.” I smile at him.

“Anya! There you are.” Liliana smiles, dragging Chan behind her.

“I didn’t leave yet, don’t worry. Plus, you know there’s only one hotel in town.” I chuckle at her.

“That’s true.” she laughs.

“I’ll leave you two to talk, is that okay with you Lil?” Chan asks.

“Yeah, you know where I’ll be.” She smiles, looking up at him and kissing his cheek.

“That’s fine. Donghun, you want to join me with the other guys?” He smiles at his friend.

“Yeah, sure.” He replies then turns to me, “Catch up with you later?”

“Sure.” I smile and they head to find their friends.

I sit and catch up with Liliana for a while, talking about life in a bigger city and what has changed since I’d moved. We talk about good and bad, things in between, and make plans to hang out outside of here tomorrow afternoon. By that time, Chan came to find her and take her home since she had to work in the morning.

Saying their goodbyes, I grab my purse and jacket so I can head out as well.

“Goodnight, Anya.” Donghun says as I pass him walking out to my car.

“Goodnight Donghun.” I smile at him.

Arriving at the small hotel, I open the door and collapse on the bed and pass out from exhaustion. When I wake up the next morning, I notice I never took my makeup off…

“Geez. I need a shower. I look awful.”

Looking at the clock, I notice it’s almost one. I check my phone and Liliana messaged, asking if around 3 this afternoon was a good time to meet up. I text out the short reply and get up to take a shower.

Lil and I met up right at 3, at the cafe beside the hotel.

“Hey! Over here.” I say, waving at her to get her attention.

“Oh! Hey! There you are.” She smiles.

“Yeah, sorry. It was the only table open when I got here.”

“No that’s fine. I don’t mind.”

“How was work?” I ask.

“It was hectic but okay. We’re normally not very busy, but today we were swamped.” She explains.

“Dang, I hope it doesn’t happen again.” I smile, hoping she’s taking care of herself properly.

She only nods and smiles. Catching up on even more stuff, it’s past six p.m…

“Shoot, I have to go, I told Chan I’d be there to drop his bag off at practice in fifteen minutes.”

“Aw, dang that sucks!” I frown.

“Yeah, how much longer are you staying?”

“I leave out in a few days. I can stay longer if necessary but nothing crazy, like a month.” I laugh.

“Dang, thought I could get you back for good.” She smiles, “Do you maybe want to go drop the bag off with me?”

“Are you sure?” I ask.

“Yeah, for sure.” She replies.

Getting in the car, we drive for about ten minutes and pull up to an old studio. It was bringing back some memories that I don’t know if I want.

The dance lessons by Donghun, the cake fight with everyone and this… this is where I said goodbye…

We get out and head inside to the practice room, noticing everyone huddled around a piece of paper. I reach up and knock on the door and wonder if they’d heard me.

“Hey guys, come in! Thank you baby.” Chan says, acknowledging us and kissing Liliana on the forehead. I feel a twinge of longing seeing that. I quickly push it away before it causes any more damage.

“Hey, Anya!” Sehyoon says, looking up and sidestepping the others to give me a hug.

“Hey Sehni!! It’s so nice to see all of you again.” He smiles at me as do the others.

"Yeah! I'm glad you stopped by." Jun smiles.

"I hope you guys have been taking care of yourselves." I smile.

"They have or at least I think they have." Lili smiles, "considering I try to cook for them often and bandage their injuries,” She says and they all look at Chan… “What? She’s clumsier than I am, okay?” He groans.

She smiles and adds, “Also, I put cookies in Yuchan's bag."

"Sweet!" I hear Chan say, breaking free from her to go grab a cookie.

Someone lightly brushes past my arm and I look up to see that it's Donghun.

"Hey Donghun! Lil brought cookies." Byeongkwan says with his mouth full of cookies.

"You better save me one." He says, glaring at Jun. Sehyoon takes a cookie out and sits it on a napkin for this friend.

"Thanks." Donghun smiles.

"Hey, I'll be right back," I smile, looking outside. Liliana nods and I step outside to get some fresh air. Sitting down and leaning up against the building, I rest my head back and close my eyes to think. You shouldn’t be here. It still hurts just as much. He doesn’t want you here either. It’s just an open wound.

“Are you okay?” I hear beside me. Opening my eyes, I see Donghun eyeing me.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I say, hoping he walks back inside. Instead, he sits beside me against the wall, turning his head to look at me.

“What is it?” He asks.

“It’s nothing.” I say, my cheeks going red.

“Anya, you are such a horrible liar.” He states, “Why’d you come back?”

I look up at him, shock written on my face and not sure how to answer, “What do you mean? I came back for the reunion.” I say, confused.

“Okay.” He says.

“I did, Donghun. I missed my dad as well.”

“Are you seeing anyone there? I know you said you had a friend who owns the gallery with you.”

“No, I’m not. That’s all he is. Just a friend and quite frankly, he’s not my type. What about you?” I smile, nudging his shoulder.

“Nah, I tried a few more times after you.” He sighs, continuing, “Nothing short of complete failures within a week.. I decided to just give up and work on my career.”

“I’m sorry.” I say, feeling the pain of that day weigh on me again.

“Don’t be. I needed a kick to get my life on track. I was so absorbed in working that I neglected the one thing that was perfect.” He says, getting quieter as he speaks.

“Your dreams came true though.” I try to smile, but it just didn’t feel right.

“One of them did, not the biggest one.” He says, looking at me with a tear sliding down his cheek.

“Donghun, I-” I had no words.

“Don’t worry about it. You did what you had to. I get that. I’m really sorry that I was that way. Nothing’s been the same without you.” Wiping his eyes with his shirt, he tries to stand up.

I place my hand on his arm, “Wait. Please?”

“What is it?” He asks, leaning back.

“You know that’s never how I wanted our lives to be.” I choked out.

“I know. It wasn’t your fault.. I just didn’t realize what I had, until it was gone… Did your dad tell you I tried to come by the house two days after that? I was going to quit. I’d have given it all up for you, but you’d already left.” He says, looking into my eyes, “You are my happiness. It’s not the same without you, I’m not the same.”

I feel tears running down my face now, “Really? You-” I couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Yes.”

“I’ve never moved on. Not since you.. I haven’t even tried.” I say, quietly. His eyes grow wide and I hide my face in my hands, embarrassed to admit it outside of my head.

“Anya? Why?”

“You were my entire world, Donghun. It hurt so bad that day that I couldn’t deal without your love. I closed up. I’ll never let anyone in like that again.”

“Give me another shot.”

“What?” I ask, thinking I misheard him. He leans closer to me, tears still falling from both of our eyes.

“Let me show you how much I still care, my love. Give me a second chance, please?” He pleads and places his hand on the back of my neck and gently pulls me in close to kiss me. The salt ridden tears not making any difference, I kiss him back.

He pulls back, breathing heavily and smiling, “Always and forever?”

“You and me.” I smile, kissing him again.

#a.c.e #acewriters #donghun #ace donghun #lee donghun

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namfine · 5 years ago

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⬤ | 𝕴𝖗𝖆 : 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕙𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕟 | ⬤

Wrath is strong, vengeful anger or indignation. - - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - - Θ pairing: Park Jimin x Reader Θ word count: 5.1k Θ summary: When you first signed up for private dance lessons, you thought your instructor was the sweetest thing in the world. But during tonight’s session you notice he’s on edge, more harsh than ever with his feedback. It only goes downhill when he notices you wearing a familiar piece of a jewelry. Θ tags: 18+, jimin x reader, unprotected sex, TW: Jimin yells and gets a bit rough with you, oral (f), angry sex??, he shoots his load in you, more monster fucking, Θ part: 5 of 7 of our Seven Deadly Sins Milestone Challenge. ⋫ Link to Master List here Θ a/n: Welcome to wrath! I don’t really have much to say except that I tried to convey wrath as best as I could. Jimin yells and gets a bit rough but there’s no harsh physical contact. As always I hope you all enjoy!!! -Fizzy ԅ(♡﹃♡ԅ)

God just fucking relax y/n you’ll be okay. Just act natural and everything will be okay. This is your instructor for fuck’s sake, not a god.

Is what you kept telling yourself as you headed inside the dance studio, chest heavy with nerves. You were running late, having trouble finding a clean pair of pants since you were behind on laundry. Not only that, but it was raining heavily, which was so odd because the sun was just burning brilliantly in the sky. Then suddenly it disappeared and was replaced by this storm. When you stepped inside, you immediately noticed how quiet it was. Normally there would be a few people lagging around, trying to get in a few extra seconds from Jimin. Considering the fact that it was also pouring, you were shocked that there wasn’t a soul in sight, trying to avoid the horrid weather.

Usually Jimin was a very sweet and caring dance instructor, more than happy to help you when you were having trouble with a certain move. He rarely got upset and when he did, he wouldn’t let it show. For your last couple of lessons however, you noticed he seemed more tense but when you would ask he would give you a big smile and say it was nothing to worry about. You messaged him saying that you were running late and normally when you message each other, he’s so upbeat and cheery, adding in emojis and “lol’s”. But when he responded to your message, all you got was an “Okay” with a period, making a pit of dread settle in your stomach. It didn’t help that he had left you on read for about 5 minutes before replying. The cold air inside the building made your skin breakout in chills, your teeth clattering together. Your clothes were sticking uncomfortably to you but luckily you brought a change because the rain had started while you were still home. You quickly made your way towards your room, where Jimin was hopefully still waiting for you. The closer you got, the louder the music became and when you reached the double doors you paused, taking a deep breath before pushing on the bar. You spotted Jimin at once, back facing you while he sat on the floor and worked on stretching his legs. He didn’t say anything at first so you assumed he hadn’t noticed you. You wanted to announce your presence first before going to change, trying to ease him off his obvious annoyance. But when you opened your mouth to speak, he said something first. “Are you going to dance in those wet clothes?” His voice was monotone, his reflection in the mirror not even glancing up at you. The pit in your stomach flared, and you clutched your bag strap tighter. “I-I’m sorry, I wanted to tell you I was here...before I went to go change.” Your voice stuttered and you swallowed whatever saliva you had in your mouth to try and sooth your dry throat. “You’re already late y/n. Just go.” Again with the monotone, but at least this time he spared you a small glance. You thought you saw something glint in the mirror, where his eyes were. It flashed red but you couldn’t focus on it for long since you were in a hurry. You sighed and turned back out the door, quickly running to the bathroom. You switched your shirt and pants for the dry ones in your bag, thanking yourself for putting them inside a plastic one. You hung your clothes up on hooks in the bathroom, figuring since you were the only one there you didn’t have to worry about them being taken. You opted in leaving off your bra and panties, them being completely soaked as well. Your clothes were loose and baggy enough that you figured it would go unnoticed. Your hand grazed your neck, feeling something cool on your skin. It was a necklace that you had gotten from someone, but didn’t recall who. You usually take it off while practicing but seeing as you didn’t want to make Jimin wait any longer, you kept it on and tucked it inside your sweatshirt. When you stepped out, you paused, feeling something off. It was quiet when you walked in the building but now it was deathly silent, you couldn’t even hear the sound of the rain beating against the walls anymore. The hallways also seemed darker than when you had first entered, darker than what gray clouds would have caused. You glanced towards the front doors on your right, except now nothing was there, just a vast hallway of darkness. You looked left to find the same thing, the darkness seeming to stretch with every second you stared. Your only source of light was coming from the dance practice room right in front of you and even then, the light spilling from the two small windows were a faint red. You blinked but made your way to the dance room, feeling something prickle on the skin of your back. The feeling intensified when you stepped inside and found Jimin glaring right at you, arms crossed and a faint scowl on his face. “Come on, get into your stretches.” He jerked his head to the side and turned around to face the mirrors. You quickly dropped your bag to the floor and scurried next to him, bringing your arm across your chest. A few seconds of silence passed before you did your other arm, then switched to work on your legs. This was strange, normally you and Jimin would have no problem in finding things to talk about, but now he wasn’t even sparing you glances. He couldn’t be this mad over you being late, could he? It had to be whatever has been on his mind your past couple of sessions. You didn’t want to intrude but you also could not stand him not saying anything to you. You contemplated on asking for a few moments, decided that the silence was not worth it. “Jimin? I’m sorry, I know I’ve asked you before but is something bothering you? You seemed really distracted.” Hesitantly you looked at him from your position on the floor, your chest constricting when you saw him looking down at you. “No offense y/n but I’m not in the mood to talk about it. It’s also none of your business. Now get up, we’re gonna start now.” He walked away from you to go to the stereo. You felt heat on your cheeks and when pushed yourself off the floor, you thought you felt the room get a bit warmer. You checked the thermostat from your position, seeing the big black numbers display ‘76’. It seemed to be higher than that. But you brushed it off when the familiar tune of your song began to play. You’re not really sure why you decided to take up dancing, the memory bringing fog to your mind. All you know is that you woke up with this routine of coming to this building and have continued it ever since, not really questioning yourself. You were brought out of your thoughts when Jimin reached out and caressed your arm, gently turning you to face him. You blinked and looked at his face, a small wave of butterflies coursing through your stomach when you noticed his facial features much softer than before. You two got into position before falling into the routine. As you danced together throughout the room, you were hit with the thought that you didn’t actually really know the moves, it felt like your body was on autopilot, your body already doing the next move before you could even think about it. You tried to recall if this was the same dance as last week and a small part of you was screaming that it wasn’t. You were pretty sure last week you were dancing to something hip-hop and not this contemporary piece that was flowing throughout the studio. Jimin’s arms abruptly left your sides and you looked at him, that scowl crossing his face again. He sighed and brought a hand down his cheek. “Can you pay attention please? You nearly stepped on my foot just now.” Your lips parted to respond but your voice caught in your throat. Instead you gave a shy nod, wiping your hands on your sweatpants before returning to your original position. It went on for who knows how long, time seemed lost to you because Jimin was suddenly nitpicking every little movement you did. Whether it be because your position was slightly off, you stuck out your left rather than right foot, or if you just got a whole move completely wrong. Jimin was starting to become more and more critical with his comments and with each passing one, it felt like the room got hotter. Sweat began to form on your forehead and you temporarily wished you were wearing your soaking clothes. At one point when it came to a move where he had to hold you close to his chest, he froze, his hand gripped your lower back. You stood still, not really knowing what to do, until it hit you that he probably felt your breasts against him and realized you weren’t wearing a bra. Just as you were about to speak up, he held you away at arms length, his jaw clenching together and making a muscle tick. You shakily inhaled, waiting for his next move, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down your temple. As you looked at him you noticed he wasn’t sweating one bit. No drops on his forehead, no panting, not even a blush on his cheeks. Maybe you were just over exerting yourself? “Let’s continue.” He murmured and went back to holding you against his chest. Your arms went around his neck, feeling heat radiate off of him. You instinctively went to take them off but Jimin’s grip on you tightened, his fingertips pressing into you. You gulped and gently laid them back down, breathing deeply before taking a step backwards. You thought things had gone back to normal, that it was all settled down. His hold on your waist even loosened up a bit. Eventually you two parted away from each other and you collapsed on the ground, the throbbing ache in your legs making you close your eyes. The sound of something clattering on the wood floor rang next to your ear but you paid no attention to it. “For fucks sake y/n, can’t you fucking focus?” He bursted out at you, anger finally making way. You lifted your head up from the floor to look at him, not bothering to hide the confusion on your face. “Seriously, this is like the 6th time you’ve messed up? What is wrong with you? Are you just trying to test my patience today?” You didn’t know what to say, his outburst completely throwing you off. You pushed yourself up on your elbows, your body flaring up in heat and now sweat began to drip in between your breasts. “What the fuck is your problem, Jimin.” You hissed at him, chest heaving in exhaustion. “I don’t have to explain myself to you. But maybe you should explain something to me. For instance, we’ve gone over this routine before, why are you fucking up everything right now?” “I don’t fucking know! Why are you being so critical right now? What the hell is up your ass?” You dropped your head back on the floor and rubbed your palms into your eyes, seeing explosions of color behind your eyelids. You heard his footsteps stomping towards you and suddenly the front of your sweatshirt was being pulled up, the small chill of air feeling cool against the sweat on your chest. Your body was tugged upwards and Jimin was so close to your face you almost went cross eyed. He stared at you and then flicked his gave downwards, eyes widening a fraction. “Why. The fuck. Aren’t you wearing a bra?” Your eyes were as wide as saucers, the embarrassment flooding throughout your body. His eyes traveled back up to yours and you became conscious of the fact that he was straddling you. “It got wet from the storm. I didn’t want to wear them, sorry-” “I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing y/n, but you better fucking quit it or else,” He lets go of your shirt and pushes you away, your body falling back to the floor. The sound of something hitting the ground sounded again and you became aware of how Jimin stilled on top of you. He leaned closer to your body and felt his hand grab onto your necklace. “Where did you get this?” He questioned, not taking his eyes off the ruby. “What?” You replied, face scrunching in puzzlement. “I said where the fuck did you get this y/n!?” He was roaring into your face now, a red hue showing in his eyes. “I don’t know, I can’t remember! Can you fucking get off of me?” You attempted to lift your body up, but Jimin’s hand pushed you back to the ground and his other abruptly yanked the chain off your neck, the snap making you flinch. “Do you know what this is?” He shook it in front of your face, the chain lightly brushing against your nose. “It’s a necklace! Seriously Jimin get off-!” You tried again to move but his palm on your chest held you still. Why was he so concerned with a piece of jewelry? As you watched him inspect the necklace, you saw his lips move but couldn’t make out what he was saying, music was still playing from the stereo. You saw his face contort in anger and at the same time it felt like the room got about 20% hotter, sweat beading and sliding down your temples. He muttered something but you couldn’t quite hear him. “What?” “It’s a fake, it’s a fucking fake!” With speed greater than you could imagine, he threw the necklace to the side, the speed of it sending it straight through the studio mirrors and shattering them into a million little pieces. You looked on with fear and shock, trying to make sense of what was happening. You felt Jimin grab onto your sweatshirt again and he hauled you upwards. “You need to remember where you got the necklace! Tell me!” He shook you, his eyes vibrating with how they scanned all over your face. You didn’t know what to tell him, you honestly could not recall where you had gotten it. Every time you closed your eyes to think, all you could see were sparks of yellow. The more you tried to rack your brain for answers, the more Jimin got angry. “I don’t know! I already told you!” “You’re not trying hard enough! Where is the real one!? Please y/n this is very important!” He was now screaming at you, completely blocking out the sound of the music. His veins were bulging from his neck and arms, except they didn’t look normal. Instead they were glowing red, traveling up his body, through his face and into his eyes, which were now a blazing crimson. From the corner of your eye you saw the other mirrors in the room begin to crack. Thin, spiderweb lines spreading across them. You couldn’t think straight, you had to do something to get him to stop. “Answer me!” You felt like your mind went blank, your body went on autopilot because next thing you knew, you were on top of him, holding his arms above his head. You had somehow gathered enough strength to push him off and get him onto his back. His wrists felt hot against your skin, like a burning pan, yet you didn’t pull away. The motion caught Jimin off guard because his yelling ceased at once, eyes wide in disbelief. “Tell me what the deal is about the necklace!” You shook his wrists, your chest rising and falling with how much adrenaline was coursing through you. You felt his chest move with every breath he took, the veins all over his body dulling just a bit. He inhaled deeply, holding it in for a few seconds before releasing it through his nose. “That necklace is very important to me. It...it was a family heirloom, that.” He paused and swallowed, flicking his tongue out to lick his lips. His eyes and glowing veins going throughout his body and face, faded a bit. The heat emanating from his body seemed to decrease as well. “Someone stole it from me and I’ve been on edge ever since. I’m-I’m sorry y/n I didn’t mean to scare you. Sometimes my anger gets the best of me.” By now the glow had disappeared almost completely, his brown eyes starting to show through. The look in his eyes held sincere regret, he didn’t even try to fight you when you switched positions. “Talk to me next time. Don’t fucking take your wrath on me.” You jerked his wrists once more but loosened your grip just a bit. He wiggled them around, but did nothing to pull them out your grasp. You sat there for a couple of seconds, the music no longer playing, the only sounds being each other’s breathing. You went to sit on your haunches, a question ready on your tongue, until you felt something under you. You tried to hide your surprise, but judging by the way Jimin’s body tensed under you and the way his lips parted, you knew he noticed. “Jimin-” You whispered, afraid that raising your voice even a sliver would shatter whatever was happening right now. “I’m sorry, it happened when I saw inside your shirt and now you’re on top of me and-” You stopped him by putting your fingers on his lips. He paused and looked up at you, mirroring your expression, a mixture of confusion, contemplation and something else burning hot and bright. You saw his throat move and then felt the tip of his tongue peek out to delicately lick the pads of your fingertips. It slowly dragged across, fingers twitching at the sudden wetness and felt your breath hiccup in your throat. You moved your fingers off his lips but quickly put your thumb on his bottom lip, the plushness of it feeling soft under your digit. As you swiped it across, Jimin’s mouth opened and he slowly closed his lips around the tip of your thumb, his tongue gently swirling around it. You forced yourself to swallow the saliva forming in your mouth, to try and moisten your sudden parched throat. You pulled your thumb out and dragged it down his lip, his saliva glistening under the studio lights. As you trailed your hand down towards his neck, you felt him tense under you. You raised an eyebrow in question but continued your journey down to his chest, all while subtly grinding on his crotch. When you reached his chest, he visibly flinched, his torso rising up into your touch. He bit his lower lip when you swerved your hand over to his nipple, feeling it pebble through his black shirt. With just the barest of touches you circled around it, causing Jimin to close his eyes and attempt to steady his breathing. You pressed your lips together and while still grinding down on him, you leaned down and let your breath ghost over his nipple. Without sparing another second you flicked your tongue over it, hearing a choked gasp escape from his mouth. Your other hand went under his shirt and made contact with his skin. It felt like he was on fire, like there was a furnace burning inside him and seeping through his pores. Your fingers reached his other nipple and began to tweak and pull at it. Jimin’s eyes were still closed but his hips were bucking up into you, his erection much more prominent against your wet core. You remembered you weren’t any underwear and the thought caused a shiver to travel through you. You quickly sat up and slid both hands under his shirt, bunching it up to his neck. You leaned down and kissed up his stomach, letting your tongue wet both of his buds. When you reached his neck you bit him hard and his moan had you clenching. Your mouth lingered above his, the faintest of touches gracing his lips. If his mouth twitched you would be kissing but he didn’t dare make any moves. Your tongue slipped out and touched his lips and then you moved to his ear, sinful words ready on your lips. “You know...I’m not wearing any panties either.” You breathed into his ear, licking the shell of it. In a split second you were back to being flipped over, Jimin looming over your body once more. He placed a searing kiss against your lips, pressing his hard cock into your core. You whimpered into his mouth, hands flying up to tangle in his hair. He pulled away while holding your arms, tugging you up with him to stand and giving you no time to adjust before his mouth was back on yours. He put his hands on your waist and began to guide you backwards to a wall, immediately attaching to your neck. Your fingers went to twist into his hair, a gasp leaving your mouth when your back slammed against the concrete. He grinded his cock up into you, breathing heavily into your neck, squeezing your hips in time with his thrusts. You threw your head back against the wall, his cock rubbing deliciously against your pussy and sending electricity down your spine. He stopped kissing your neck and went back to your lips, nipping down every couple of seconds. He reached for the bottom of your sweatshirt and lifted it up and over your head, diving into your chest to suck at the top of your breasts. “Fuck, y/n” He breathed into your skin, his warm breath spreading goosebumps all over you. His kisses traveled down your stomach and stopped at the band of your pants. He pulled them down and helped you step out of them, taking your shoes off in the process. He threw them all to the side along with your shirt. He lifted a leg onto his shoulder, a small breeze of cool air hitting your wet core, and wasted no time in putting his face into your soaking pussy. It felt like fire was coursing through you with every swipe of his tongue and when it went over your clit, you swear you saw tendrils of red behind your eyelids. You didn’t even realize your hands had gripped onto two things protruding from his head, the rough texture scratching at your skin when you tensed up. You felt your end coming and you opened your mouth to speak up but couldn’t find your voice. Jimin felt your legs quake, threatening to close around his head, so he pulled away from you and stood up, pulling his pants down when he reached your height. He reached behind his back and tugged off his shirt, smirking at your crestfallen expression when you didn’t get to finish. “Don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll get to that soon enough.” He quirked an eyebrow and reached down for your legs, squeezing your thigh to signal you to jump up. When you felt his cock rub against your folds, your head fell forward onto his shoulder, panting onto his skin. Without much warning besides his head prodding at your entrance, he slipped into you, each inch of his cock stretching your walls deliciously. He thrusted into you, his nails, sharper than you recall, digging into your waist. You cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure, and bit down onto his neck. His cock felt so good, but you needed more, needed him to be rougher. “Jimin, please. Go harder” You moaned out, clenching around him. His movements didn’t still but you felt his shoulders stiffen beneath your hands. He grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him, that red glow that was in his eyes starting to flare up again. “You want me to go harder?” His thrusts didn’t stop, in fact it felt like he was slowing building up power. You nodded as best as you could since he was gripping your cheeks. From the corner of your eyes you could see his veins begin to glow red once again. “Seeing that necklace on you...made something awaken in me, you know?” His words confused you, but you didn’t dare speak. “You think I would’ve been happy seeing it but no. I didn’t even have time to process it before I was asking you a million questions.” The lights in the studio began to flicker and you heard something crack faintly in the room. His thrusts didn’t stop however, one of his hands now harshly grabbing your thigh. You felt your high coming once again, those small red tendrils now turning into spirals. “My heirloom is still out there. It makes my blood boil, knowing some greedy motherfucker has it.” At his words, you both felt it, like something clicking in the air. The word ‘greedy’ made a quick burst of yellow explode right before your eyes, the sudden smell of sage and leather passing by your nostrils. The lights flickered rapidly, the sound of cracking getting a bit louder, and you felt the walls vibrating behind you. Jimin was quiet for a moment before he spoke up, again. You didn’t quite hear what he said because suddenly he grabbed onto your hair, locking your gaze onto his, red eyes boring into yours. “You fucked him.” He muttered. Your eyebrows furrowed together. Who? Who was he talking about? You didn’t have time to register because the rumbling from behind you got louder and without warning, the lights went out, leaving the two of you fucking in complete darkness. Red abruptly engulfed the room, lighting it up once more but that wasn’t what startled you. The entire room had now turned into mirrors; the doors, the ceiling, even the floor. Looking straight across you could see yourself being pounded but it was what fucking you that had your heart begin to race. Under your hands he felt he felt smooth but the image in the mirror had you wondering. It was much bigger than Jimin’s size, red veins spread like vines throughout his back, stark black wings were folded, from his head were two sharp black horns curling outwards. You couldn’t look away from it, the cracks in the mirror messing with your mind because while in some pieces he looked normal, in others he was this creature. The skin under your hand turned rough and while you looked onward at the mirrors, you realized that you weren’t scared. In fact it felt like this was all too familiar. A moan was ripped from your throat when you felt Jimin, or it, rubbed furiously at your clit, the motion had your entire body shaking with pleasure. He was relentless, pounding into your pussy with no mercy, fucking his anger into you. “J-Jimin,” Your voice came out in a broken stutter, your release was coming soon. “Cum for me, angel.” With a couple of more thrusts and one particular hard rub on your clit, you came. Jimin finished as well, pumping his cum deep inside you. Stars of red bursting behind your eyes, your body heat soaring and then declining all at once. When you looked at the mirror, the creature had taken over it completely, no traces of Jimin left whatsoever. You looked down and your lips parted, seeing the creature in the mirror was now in front of you, head buried into your chest. With a shaky hand you touched one of the horns protruding from his skull, it’s rough texture bringing a sort of calmness within you. Jimin didn’t look up at you, instead breathing heavily into your chest. You stayed there for what felt like hours, his cock reminding you that he was still buried inside you. With a sigh he gently lowered you to the floor, the ache in your legs making you wince, his cock slowly slipping out of you. Even when your feet touched the cool glass of the ground, he still didn’t look up at you. You placed a hand on the back of his head, scratching lightly with your nails. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled, thumbs rubbing small circles into your skin. He placed a hesitant kiss on you, fearing to do too much. You shook your head but then remembered he couldn’t see you. “Don’t be, it’s alright.” You mumbled, swallowing the lump of spit that had lodged in your throat. Eventually the two of you got dressed, well, it was more so you got dressed and Jimin went to hide in the one corner of the room where there were no mirrors and the red light didn’t illuminate. While adjusting your shirt, you were pleasantly surprised to find your other clothes, bra and panties, dry and under your pants. When you finished changing, you turned to face Jimin, your heart lurching in your chest when you met his red eyes. You wanted to say something, anything, but you couldn’t find the right words in your mind. You opened your mouth to speak but Jimin beat you to it. “I think it’s time for you to move on, y/n.” His tone wasn’t harsh, more melancholy, but it still caused a ripple of pain to shoot through your heart. Something clinking sounded behind you, and you turned around to see that a hole had appeared in one of the mirrors, nothing but darkness going past it. You went to look back at Jimin but you could no longer see his eyes. You walked towards the hole, feeling an ache spread through your body. Glass crunched beneath your feet and you moved to put one foot into the hole, but something rough grabbed onto your hand before you could move again. You didn’t turn around, allowing Jimin to hold onto you. He lifted your hand and placed something cool and smooth in it. When you brought it up to your face, you saw it was a small hand mirror, gold all around but with tiny red rubies scattered about. Your eyes shifted to the side to focus on Jimin and a small smile spread across your face when you were met with his human form, smiling back at you. With one final nod, you stepped inside the hole, darkness enveloping you completely.

#bts smut #jimin x reader #seven deadly sins #jimin smut #demon au #admin fizzy #bts imagines #bts scenarios

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parvulous-writings · 4 years ago

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An Idyllic Life is Nothing short of Splendid

Request: Hey! May I ask for some Ethan x Vanessa (from Penny Dreadful,of course) fluff? Something involving their children,maybe? For the Ethan x Vanessa request: I’d like the fic to be set in a modern au, but I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to keep the original victorian setting anyway! Besides this - and the children (or just one of them) being babies - nothing else. Thank you!

Submitted by: @ecasen

Genre: Modern!Penny Dreadful AU- Fluff

Warnings: Brief mention of nursing (not too explicit), crying child.

Summary: Ethan Chandler and Vanessa Chandler (nee Ives) go on a small outing with their growing family.

Words: 2.1k (2,152) Notes: I am so so sorry for how long this took, I have had a lot of work recently. I also apologise that this doesn’t really go anywhere. Don’t ask why the title is a little odd, I don’t know.

Saturdays were the day that the entire Chandler household always looked forward to, no matter how slow, rough and teeth-grinding the rest of their week had been. It was Saturdays when Vanessa didn’t have to work, when she could spend a proper amount of bonding time with her steadily growing family, without the next week looming over all their heads like a menacing and treacherous beast, ready to devour their souls and morale.This particular Saturday was going to be a very pleasant one, Vanessa could just tell- she always could. Call it a mother’s intuition, or just plain intuition- but she could always tell whether a day was going to go well, or end in total and utter disaster.

Ethan had woken up around half past seven in the morning on that particular Saturday. He had a plan, one he had been formulating for the last three days or so, a surprise for his darling Vanessa, his four year old girl Florence, and two month old Arabella. He valued his wife, and his children above all else- part of the reason he was the parent who stayed at home. He didn’t overly mind it,he enjoyed it actually, it was a nice life. Though, perhaps nice didn’t encapsulate all that he felt for his loved ones, idyllic, pure and perfect seemed to fit the bill much better. Despite it being half past seven, a perfectly suitable time for his family to start their day, he still tip-toed around their home, carefully stepping over the few stray floorboards that creaked under any shadow of pressure.

A single, full night of peaceful and undisturbed sleep was increasingly hard to come by in the Chandler family dwelling most Saturdays. Well, almost every day if anyone residing within was completely frank about the subject.So it didn’t weigh on Ethan’s conscience one bit that he was the only one up and about. He didn’t need as much sleep as the rest of his family unit, despite what Vanessa often tried to convince him. He knew that out of the pair of them, Vanessa was the one who needed much more rest- though she would never admit that to anyone, not even her darling husband. In the clear and bright beams of the morning light, Ethan set about completing his task- making a special tailored lunch for each member of his family. Well, as much of a lunch as he could, it was more for Florence and Vanessa if he was completely honest. The young and infantile Arabella was not yet of the age where she could properly savour great foods and homemade meals like the other three could. She would in time, he could just tell. Not in the same way Vanessa could, but he just knew. He hoped that this- not grand, but certainly sweet, unique and special- gesture would just remind the three of them of Ethan’s profound and undying passion, love and admiration for them all. It was something he often said and told them about, yet he hardly ever managed to find the time to show them, to prove that the words he spoke were true, as true as their very existence.

Ethan started off with preparing Florence’s lunch. Cute little square sandwiches, varying between cheese and cucumber fillings, they were her favourite in the summer time, she could hardly get enough of them. He placed them gently into a little plastic tupperware container, being careful so that they didn’t fall to pieces. He put a bunch of grapes in there too, little Florence had developed a slight craving for them in past weeks. He then moved on to make his wife’s sandwiches. He filled them with salad and cucumber again, something he knew he could keep cool, even in the summer’s heat on their outing. They were at least twice the size of Florence’s, naturally, and Ethan put them in their own little box before making himself his own sandwiches with sliced meat. Whatever the weather when it came to food, if meat was an option, Ethan would take it without any hesitaion, barely batting an eye at the other delectable options available to him.

It took him perhaps a quarter of an hour to fix up everything they needed and place them into two different canvas bags. One for himself, Vanessa and Florence, the other for baby Arabella, her feeding necessities and a couple of her toys which she had taken much fancy to. It was then, when had finally had everything squared away and prepared for their little family adventure at noon, that he heard the little pitter patter of bare feet against the carpet in the hall. He turned to look over his shoulder, and was met with the brilliant emerald green hues of Florence’s curious orbs. The same bright green that her mother had. Ethan often spoke of how the young child had been blessed with her mother’s eyes, and though Vanessa often tried to play it off as a joke or some playful comment, Ethan meant it. He thought carefully when he spoke of his family, meaning each and every word that flowed from his tongue and unto the ears of whomever chose to listen to his love-induced ramblings. When Ethan brought himself back to the present from his thoughts of admiration and closeness of his family, Florence was giving him a wide and beaming smile- one of the widest smiles he had ever seen on a child. He gave a gentle chuckle, turning round to face her fully.

“And what are you doing up so early?” He questioned with a quirk of his brow, his tone playful and teasing, as it often was with both of his children. Florence just started to giggle at him, not yet answering his question. “It’s not early, dadad!” She announced to him, pointing up at the clock mounted on the kitchen wall. “See? The big hand’s on the nine, and the little hand is on the seven! It’s not early!” She repeated, seeming a lot firmer in her tone, as if she were protesting and defending her point. Ethan couldn’t help the chuckle that bubbled past his lips, and he pretended to try and figure out what the clock’s face read. “Well, well, well... I think you may be right!” He exclaimed, turning to look at her once more. “What a clever and observant young lady you are!” He praised, replying to Florence’s toothy grin with one of his own.

Florence responded to his compliment with a gentle little giggle, before squeezing past his form to get to one of the cupboards. Ethan just managed to stop her before she could get her tiny little hands on the breakable bowls that he and Vanessa used for a variety of things. “How about I help you with that?” He offered, knowing that she was trying to prepare her own breakfast. A cute little action, to be sure, but one that would most likely end in a mess that engulfed the entire kitchen. With a look of great reluctance, Florence took a small step back, allowing her paternal guardian to make her morning meal. It didn’t take him all that long, and he moved with her through to the living room, sitting her down and placing a plate with jam on toast beside her. He pressed a quick kiss to the top of her head, before going to make himself some of his own breakfast.

“Florence, darling, have you managed to get your shoes on the right feet?” Vanessa’s voice was sweet as she called through to the living room, conversing with her eldest child. Florence gave a loud hum in reply- indeed she had done, with some help from her father of course. Vanessa came through, baby Arabella strapped into the baby carrier around her shoulders. Ethan had already put the bags by the door, and was just making some last checks before they were to leave their home for the day. “Well done, sweetheart,” Vanessa praised, kissing the top of her head gently as Ethan gathered the bags and pushed out the front door. Florence was hot on his trail, with Vanessa bringing up the rear, closing and locking the door behind them all.

The walk didn’t take them all that far from their family home- Ethan didn’t exactly want to drive when he had planned the day, and he knew both Florence and Vanessa wouldn’t be able to walk for miles and miles, Vanessa being mostly too tired and Florence being too young- her legs too short to wander as far as her father could in the same amount of time.

It took them about forty-five minutes to get to the secluded clearing in the small and idyllic woods behind their home- mostly because Florence kept getting distracted by brightly coloured flower blooms and lagging behind just a little bit. Neither Ethan or Vanessa minded though, so long as she didn’t get hurt, her curiosity was something they allowed her to satisfy, especially in this sort of scenario. They soon found a nice little spot to have their lunch, nestled between a few tall and curving trees, on a patch of soft and inviting grass. The midday sun trickled through the canopy and down to the floor where they began to set up their picnic blanket in soft little rays- speckling their surroundings and their faces as they moved. Ethan started to unpack their food and snacks whilst Vanessa went to nurse a now fussing Arabella, with Florence attempting feebly to climb one of the many slender trees that surrounded them. Vanessa looked up from the babe latched to her chest to check on her eldest daughter, and worry briefly flashed across her visage, as Florence managed to get herself onto a precarious looking branch. For an older child, the height of the branch would be high enough for exhilaration, yet low enough that they wouldn’t get too hurt should they fall, but for Florence there was the exhilaration and the added danger of getting more seriously hurt. How she had even gotten up there was beyond Vanessa- the last time she had checked on her she could barely reach the branch with her slightly chubby hands, now she was sitting and barely balancing on the spindly limb.

“Florence, be careful!” Vanessa chastised, an edge of panic to her voice. She would have gotten up, but with Arabella still suckling, she could not. Ethan, ever the attentive patriarch, immediately recognised the tone of his wife’s voice, and his head snapped up. He saw Florence with almost heart stopping clarity as she began to lose her balance, and he dropped the tupperware in his hands, taking off at a sprint towards his daughter, starting to slide as she finally lost her balance completely, falling backwards off of her makeshift seat and starting towards the ground. Time seemed to slow for both Ethan and Vanessa, as the former dived to try and catch his daughter before she hit the rocky dirt which had been beneath her. He just managed to, cradling her head in his palm as she landed with a jolt. She was unharmed, but she was still shocked. After a second or so to take in what had just occurred, she began to sniffle. A panting Ethan held her close, bringing her to his chest in a warm bear hug. “You okay, sweetheart?” He asked her in a hushed voice. Florence began to nod, her hands grabbing at his flannel shirt as tears welled in her eyes. Though she had said she was fine- and she was thanks to her father- the floodgates had been opened, and she burst into tears, her wails muffled slightly by the fabric of her father’s attire.

Ethan pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, slowly getting up from his knees and padding back over to the other half of the familial unit. He carefully sat down again, giving Vanessa a reassuring look to say that Florence was in actual fact perfectly fine, even if her tears of shock tried to convince her mother otherwise. Ethan carefully reached over to Florence’s lunch, opening the box and taking out a handful of grapes as a sort of peace offering for the young girl in his lap. He held one up to her, and she shakily took it from him, eating it in one swift bite. “There now...” Ethan cooed softly, rocking her back and forth ever so slightly in his gentle embrace. “Is that a little better?” He asked, to which he got a gentle nod as a reply. He hummed softly, showing that he saw she had replied, before looking to Vanessa with a soft smile. She returned the gesture, before starting to chuckle lightly. “Now that was an eventful start to this afternoon...” She mused, and Ethan joined in quite merrily with her laughter.

#penny dreadful #canon x canon #modern au #fluff #requests open #please request #vanessa ives #ethan chandler #fluffy scenario #requested #gothic imagine #gothic #gothic tv show #tv series #tv series imagine

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chroniccombustion · 5 years ago

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Phantom Limbs - pt. 2

From “And a Week is All I Need (To Fall in Love With You)“, part of @souyoweek2020

Genre: supernatural, ghosts and hauntings, bittersweet pre-romance, M/M Rated: T Characters: Hanamura Yosuke, Souji Seta (Yu Narukami), memories of Nanako Warnings: implied/referenced past suicide in pt. 2 Status: drabble collection, incomplete

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(prompts have been done out of order from here on out; previous chapter was day 4)

Ogaki “Granny” Kaede is a reference to Granny Okagi from ‘My Neighbor Totoro,’ with her given name taken from Priestess Kaede from Inuyasha~

Day 4 6: Scent or Stormy

After the ghostly stranger vanishes, Yosuke only hangs around long enough to change his clothes and throw his pajamas into a sling bag with his wallet, charger, and phone, before grabbing his keys and bolting out the door. There is no way he's sleeping in that apartment tonight.

Yosuke stays in a cheap hotel down the street.

He pauses just inside the front door of the apartment building to do a quick search on his phone for the nearest affordable place to stay; luckily there's one not too far from where he is. He doesn't even bother trying to call a cab, he just sprints on out into the rain and books it down the sidewalk like he's being pursued. Hell, for all he knows, he might be. He gets one heck of an odd (albeit sympathetic) look from the lady behind the check-in desk, and while under normal circumstances he might feel self-conscious, right now he honestly couldn't care less about the way her brow quirks at his disheveled, drowned-rat aesthetic. He simply slaps his card down on the counter with a wet and shaking hand, then thanks her as she hands him his key and points him up the stairs.

Yosuke climbs into the hottest shower he's ever taken and stares at the wall in shock until his skin turns pink.

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The next morning dawns bright and misty, with the sun peaking through the gloom and chasing away all that's left of the rain from before. It's at least something pretty to look at after hardly sleeping for the scant remainder of the night, he tells himself as he's gathering his clothes back up from where he'd hung them to dry in the bathroom. He's not quite sure he really wants to go back home at this point, but if he doesn't vacate the hotel room pretty soon they'll charge him for another night, and if that's going to happen then he'd need to go back anyway to pack an actual away bag. So, for now at least, he's going to try and brave the apartment while he has as much daylight as he can possibly get – and save another hit to his wallet if he can.

He trudges back to the apartment building and takes his sweet, sweet time getting up to his floor, dragging his feet in the stairwell to the point of almost tripping over them. It's as he's hesitating near his door, key in the lock but unturned, that he hears a voice behind him.

“Oh! Well hello there, dear, I don't believe we've met yet.”

Yosuke looks up to see an elderly woman in a periwinkle dress, grey hair pulled back into a tight bun and held in place by a wide white bandana. Her back is hunched slightly with age, and while her face is heavily wrinkled and sports a large mole just where her left eyebrow starts, her eyes are sharp and kindly – as is the warm smile stretching across her features. Near her feet are an array of plastic grocery bags; in her hand is a set of keys, no doubt for the door to the apartment directly to Yosuke's left, which means she is likely his neighbor. He blinks at her for a moment, exhausted and bedraggled in more ways than one, but finds that no, he still doesn't recognize her. (Then again, he hasn't really met too many of his neighbors – he's been too busy trying to finish settling in.)

He swallows to unstick his weary tongue from the roof of his mouth. “N...no, we haven't,” he manages, though it's rough and crackly and very much not the kind of first impression he was hoping to make. He clears his throat to try and force himself into some semblance of being human again, rolling his shoulders to try and stand a little straighter. “Hanamura Yosuke,” he introduces, “I just moved in about three weeks ago.”

The old woman smiles a little wider. “Such a polite young man,” she says approvingly. “Ogaki Kaede – but call me 'Granny,' won't you?” She chuckles. “Nearly everyone does. I don't think I'd even remember to respond to my actual name anymore, if someone were to use it.”

Dumbly, Yosuke just nods; he's far too tired and far too rattled still from last night to properly interact with other human beings. As he's standing there, staring blankly at his neighbor while continuing to not unlock his apartment, 'Granny' unlocks her own. With a low grunt she tucks her keys into the pocket of her dress and slowly bends down to gather up her shopping bags.

It's as perfect an excuse to continue stalling as any, and it's also a way to make a better first impression, so Yosuke takes two long steps closer and hovers near the old woman's side. “Can I help?” he asks quietly, throat still a little rough from dashing through the rain to the hotel.

Granny gives him another warm smile. “Well thank you, that'd be lovely.” She takes a step out of his way and Yosuke carefully grabs what bags he can carry; he loops the handles of ones that he can't over his forearms.

“Come in, come in,” she says as she pauses near the door to toe off her shoes before stepping aside to let Yosuke in. “Would you like to stay for some tea, dear? You helped me get the bags in, it's the least I can do.”

“Uhhh,” he drawls, brain lagging. On the one hand he doesn't know how much energy he has left to spend on polite small talk with his neighbor; on the other, even if she winds up trapping him there for a couple of hours showing him pictures of her grandkids or whatever, then it's a few hours more that he doesn't have to constantly feel like looking over his shoulder in his own home. Though he admits that part might be a double-edged sword, considering he would rather brave his apartment while it's still daylight, rather than lose precious hours of sun.

He's still trying to come up with an answer when Granny looks up at him with a raised brow, eyes knowing, and says, “It's quite alright, dear, I'm not going to be offended if you say no.” She chuckles and takes the bags from Yosuke's hands. “I will say, though,” she says as she begins tottering over to the little kitchen space identical to his own, just set against the opposite wall; “...you didn't seem in too much of a hurry to get back home.” Wrinkled hands set the bags down on the counter and she gives him another look with eyes that know far too much. “Could almost say you looked like you'd seen a ghost.”

Yosuke's head snaps up, amber eyes going wide as his heart doubles its beating for a split second. “Wha—but—huh?” Several sounds try to make their way out of his face at once, none of them succeeding. It's such a specific thing to say, and yes, it's a figure of speech, so it's not like she'd straight up said anything direct, but of all the figures of speech to use here, and the glint in her eyes. Yosuke closes his gaping mouth so quickly his teeth click together, and all the while, Granny's shoulders are shaking with silent laughter.

“I thought as much,” she says, taking the tea kettle down from the cabinet above her head. She turns on the faucet and starts filling the kettle up with water. “When you live in one place long enough you start to become familiar with the patterns of the building.” She taps at her temple, smirking a bit. “Not just the people, those can change over time – someone has a baby, someone gets divorced, things like that – but the building? No, the building and its rooms are quite set in their routines.”

Yosuke just kind of stands there, staring at her as his brain tries to play catch up while she putters about putting her groceries away and a faint string of steam begins to drift from the kettle. Eventually Granny just huffs in amusement and, shutting the cupboard door on the last of her things, she shuffles back over and gently puts a hand on Yosuke's arm. “You've seen him, haven't you, dear? The boy at the window?”

Yosuke swallows hard, nodding slowly.

She gives him a nod in return. “Why don't you come and sit down?” she says softly, patting his arm. He finally slips off his shoes and she leads him further into the living room over to the couch. The kettle whistles in the kitchen.

“I'm sorry,” Yosuke whispers, still trying for normalcy as his neighbor turns around to heed the call of the kettle. “I... I don't mean to impose...”

But Granny just waves her hand dismissively and shuts off the stove. “Shush, you're not imposing on anyone.” A few moments pass and she shuffles back over with a little tray, setting it down on the low table she'd seated her guest at. She sits opposite him and busies herself with the teapot and cups. “You're not the first to see him,” she says after a short silence; her smile holds a hint of sadness as she looks back up at him. “My grandson Kanta lived there for a bit while he was in college. He moved out only a month or so before you moved in, actually.” She points over to a few framed photos on the wall behind the small couch at Yosuke's back, one of which is of Granny and a lanky young man with short, short black hair that Yosuke can only assume is Kanta. Granny chuckles warmly, but her eyes hold that same odd melancholy. “Every time there was a storm during finals week, Kan-chan would come over here and pull his all-nighters at my place; even slept on the couch. He said it felt like he was intruding on something private whenever it rained.”

Granny pauses in her talking to take a long drink of her tea. In the quiet, Yosuke holds his own cup with both hands, staring down into the steaming liquid in thought, and letting the warmth of the porcelain ground him as it seeps into the palms of his hands. He pulls in a slow, deep breath as Granny's cup makes contact with the surface of the table once again.

“...What happened in the apartment?” he asks her quietly. He can feel his exhaustion from the night before still lingering in his bones. The real problem, though, isn't just the fear he'd felt, the lack of sleep, the adrenaline that had kept him going as he'd sprinted though the rain – it's the last few seconds of the stranger's existence in Yosuke's living room that's been playing on loop through his head like a damaged cassette tape. He's never seen anyone with an expression so helplessly lost, so utterly afraid and confused, since his crush back in high school had died. Yosuke remembers seeing the way her little brother's face had twisted at the funeral – just for a moment, when he thought that no one else was looking – and the image has been burned into a sad, hollow place inside Yosuke's his mind ever since. He'd hoped he'd never have to see anything as devoid of hope ever again.

But then he had, and it's left him cold in a way that nothing seems to help – not the burning shower in the hotel, nor the tea stinging his hands through the sides of the cup.

On the other side of the table, Granny hums. “Well,” she starts, drawing out the sound as if she's thinking. “I don't really know the whole of it, but before Kan-chan came to live next door there was another boy named... Oh, what was it.” She puts a knuckle to her lips for a moment, muttering to herself as she tries to recall the name. “Seta, I believe it was,” she finally says; “Wonderfully kind young man, said he was getting ready to start college in the fall.” Her frown deepens. “He was always alone, though; I think the only time I ever saw anyone next door besides him was the day he arrived, and even then it just looked like a pair of hired movers.”

Granny sighs from one side of her mouth, an odd, unrecognizable emotion coming to rest in the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. She takes another long, deliberate drink of her tea. When she sets it down again, there is a look of grief and deep regret set into the lines of her face, and her lips press into a harsh, thin line as her eyes begin to mist over. With painful slowness she turns to stare over at her own sliding glass door.

“...They found his body on the sidewalk not even a year after he moved in,” she whispers. “A suicide, they labeled it; said he must have jumped from the balcony somewhere around 3:00, 3:30 in the morning.”

Her shoulders slump. “It was storming so badly that no one even heard him land...”

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Yosuke winds up staying with Granny until late afternoon, unable to leave a kindly old woman alone with her sorrowful memories after that. He does eventually wander back to his own apartment, the shadows having just begun to shift as he leaves, but this time there is no fear, no panic or racing heartbeat. Instead, there is only a quiet kind of melancholy that makes him drag his feet and lean heavily against the front door as he closes it behind him. He stares unseeing into the slowly-darkening interior of his home and lets out a long, quiet lungful of breath through his nose.

“...Are you here?” he calls softly into the silence of the room.

The silence does not answer.

It doesn't answer later that night, either, as Yosuke sits on the carpet and watches the cloudless, moonlit night outside the glass of his sliding door. Nor does it answer the next night, or the next one, or even the next. It continues not to answer for a week's worth of setting suns as they bring nothing but clear and storm-less skies.

#fanfic #Persona 4 #souyoweek2020 #cw suicide mention #souyo #souji seta #yu narukami #yosuke hanamura #p4 #fanfiction

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peace-coast-island · 5 years ago

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Diary of a Junebug

Having a reel great time

It’s Fishing Tourney time! I’ve been on a lucky streak lately with doubles - which is saying a lot since I tend to lag behind on these events for some reason. Maybe it’s the good company or the decor or the nice weather. Whatever it is, I probably shouldn’t question it or else my good luck would go away.

Joining us on this fun event are the Allegris - Chris, Elaina, David, Jeremy, Danny, and Angie! Us grown ups are out here doing are own thing while the kids (okay, aside from Angie the rest aren’t really kids anymore so basically it’s the 22 and under club) have broken off into different groups.

Life in the Allegri household is basically like straight out of a sitcom. I’ve been following David’s channel this past year and his weekly family vlogs are entertaining af. From David dragging Elaina into one of his crazy schemes, Danny and Angie getting into a mess, Jeremy being pretty much done with everyone and Chris being either totally functional or a total disaster (there is no in between) - I would definitely sit down and watch several seasons of the Allegris just be themselves.

Also, a few of David’s vlogs have become memes or gone viral. One was where he challenged Elaina and Chris to make a cake without using measurements (dad vs. aunt Baking challenge) - Elaina somewhat succeeded, Chris, not so much. Another one is titled “the kids areeee fightingggggg!!!” where everyone goes stir crazy while being snowed in. And recently, “they did what?!” in which Elaina accidentally got Jeremy and Danny fired, Angie misplaced a neighbor’s dog, and Grandpa ruined Chris’s week by revealing a shocking truth.

They’re all such a mess but that’s why I love them. Chris and Elaina are peak disasters - Chris being the perfect example of head full, thoughts empty and Elaina being chaotic all the way. But in all honesty, they’re doing their best and they’re all around good people. The two bicker a lot but they’re super close and have always got each other’s backs.

It was Elaina’s idea for the family to drop by the campsite for a short vacay. We started planning this back when I came to her mom’s concert and saw the singing roses. I suggested either a gyroid event or a fishing tourney since they enjoy the great outdoors.

The main reason why Elaina wanted a get together is for her brother. With David graduating college and Jeremy and Danny graduating high school - as well as David moving out and Jeremy going abroad for college - to say that Chris is experiencing empty nest syndrome is a bit of an understatement.

Although he’s been putting on a brave face, Chris is going through a bit of a rough patch. According to Elaina, Allegri men aren’t the best at dealing with their feelings. Her dad means well but telling Chris to toughen up and don’t think too hard about stuff you can’t control isn’t the best advice to give someone who always feels like they have to keep it together. As much as Elaina loves her dad, she can’t help but be annoyed by him at times for being so out of touch - especially since he wasn’t around most of the time when they were growing up.

On top of feeling like his boys are drifting away, Chris is also buckling under the pressure of being a single parent. Even with his sister and now dad helping out, he’s still on his own. It’s not easy being a part time airline pilot and a full time dad but he does pull it off - one of the many reasons why Elaina admires her big brother. That’s why it hurts her to see that her brother has been constantly second guessing himself, worrying that he’s not there enough for the boys.

Elaina’s the opposite of her brother as she’s more vocal and open about pretty much everything. She’s also a counselor so she knows how to read people well - sometimes to the point where she pokes her head into other people’s businesses. Though she tends to get in over her head while trying to help someone, you can’t help but admire the effort. Sure she drives her family up the wall sometimes by trying to get them to talk out their problems but if she didn’t, then they wouldn’t be the loving close knit family they are right now.

In a way, she feels kinda responsible for contributing to her brother’s stress. Being the younger sibling, Elaina tends to get away with more - meaning she’s not always expected to be the bigger person. If Chris is busy taking care of his boys, his sister, and his niece, then who’s got his back? Sure, he’s got his mom he doesn’t want to worry her and as for his dad, he’s not the kind of parent you can turn to for advice.

Before, he had Melyssa, but she’s gone now. Unlike his parents and his sister, he’s not divorced so that’s another reason why he feels like he’s on his own. Even after five years, the grief of losing his wife still hurts. Although he has been dating on and off, his relationships didn’t last long as his heart still belonged to Melyssa - something his dad just doesn’t understand.

A couple weeks before, his dad tried to set him up on a date that ended disastrously and Chris later vented to Elaina that he was fed up with being fixed up. Considering that their dad went through four marriages - last one ending a couple months ago - Chris and Elaina don’t exactly trust him on anything in terms of relationships. Not that they were asking anyway but he still insists on butting his head into their business whether they like it or not.

As for Elaina, after being screwed over twice, she’s given up on the idea of finding “the one.” She married once and regretted it - toxic masculinity and a fragile ego are two big dealbreakers, both traits which defined her ex. A few years later she dated this other guy who got her pregnant with Angie and then ditched her because he didn’t want to be tied down. Although she’s been dating other people since then, Elaina can’t see herself commit to a long term relationship. And right now, she’s happily single - another thing which is hard for her dad to understand.

Aside from getting away from the old man, Elaina wanted to plan a family day so Chris and the boys can catch up on some much needed quality time together. With the boys being so busy because of graduations, moving out, college prep, etc., they could all use a break - especially Chris, who’s been spreading himself kinda thin because of all of this. It’s also good for Angie as she’s pretty bummed out that David and Jeremy won’t be around as often. At least Danny will still be home, though Chris is concerned that he doesn’t really have any future prospects in mind.

Fishing tourneys are a lot more fun with good company. Plus you catch a lot more fish as a group so that’s a nice bonus. Chris was the real MVP, not only he caught a lot of doubles, he got a bunch of rare fish too. Even David and Danny, both who aren’t big on fishing, caught some winners too. At one point Angie fished out a jar that Sherb had misplaced this morning and got a nice reward in return.

While waiting for the next round of fish to show up, I gave them a tour of the camp and from there everyone did their own thing. Jeremy and Lloid were in the garden cross breeding plants. Danny hung around for a bit before getting bored and heading off to the main campsite. David, Butch, Cheri, Kid Cat, and Audie went swimming at Lost Lure Creek. Angie, Goldie, and Cyd went picking fruit at Breezy Hollow so they can make dessert later in the day. Then there was me, Elaina, and Chris hiking around and occasionally checking in on everyone.

Aside from a slight mishap with a pitfall seed (sorry Chris!), the hike went smoothly. Elaina was right, they needed this trip. I can tell that as the day went on, everyone looked more relaxed and at ease. Also, it was nice to see Chris and Elaina kick back and not worry too much about life stuff. Sometimes you just need to step back and take a break.

While lying down in the grass, Chris suggested that we make up stories based on the shapes of the clouds - a game he and Elaina often played as kids. So we did that for a while, which was fun. He wasn’t exaggerating when he said Elaina has a wild imagination - the stories she comes up with are wildly outrageous but also make sense on a deep level, like galaxy brain level stuff.

Then it was back to Saltwater Shores for the next round of the tourney. I swear, I think Chris is a good luck charm or something because we’ve got a pretty good haul! If we keep this up tomorrow, I won’t have to use a net to catch up later on. It was also nice seeing Chris and the boys having fun together as well as Elaina and Angie catching up on some much needed mother and daughter time.

For dinner, we set up a bonfire at the campsite. Goldie led a sing along which was super fun! After hearing her and Chris sing at their mom’s concert, I couldn’t let them pass up the opportunity to show off their musical chops. Their kids are also great singers as well, which shouldn’t be too surprising considering how musical talent runs in the family. The highlight of the night was Elaina, David, and Angie performing various musical numbers. What started out as a sing along turned into an impromptu Concert Under the Stars!

Before we knew it, midnight had come and gone. Now it’s past 1 and although I’m physically tired, my mind’s still wide awake. Though now I’m starting to nod off a bit so I’d better wrap up soon as we’ve got another busy day ahead.

#animal crossing #animal crossing pocket camp #Diary of a Junebug #headcanon ramble

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presidentbttrflyfreak · 7 years ago

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healing through letting go // thomas brodie sangster

aaaaa the 2nd requested oneshot is here!! i just finished reading tmr series a few weeks ago so my emotions n pain are incredibly raw. thank you for the anon who requested this! this one is based on prompt #1 and #6 of this list (they will be in bold). don’t forget to give me some love, reblog & like to break other’s hearts too!

Warnings: tears and hEARTbreak

Word count: 2.3k

When you arrived at his apartment, Thomas was leaning by the handrail, taking a drag. You looked at him, recognizing his matted blonde hair, arched spine and tensed arms. He should’ve been asleep by this time in the morning, yet it wasn’t much of a surprise also. You knew that he always has something on his mind, and you added to that.

However, you also had several things running around your head, knocking on your heart. As usual, tonight was another sleepless night. You laid on your bed, same thoughts as last night’s passing by your head. It’s been a couple months like this. Rest was rare, work was more than a handful and like sleep, Thomas was also barely around. You both agreed on making this last, and you both believed you could make it work. But looking at where you two are now, things haven’t gone the way you both planned it to be.

Pulling your coat around yourself tighter, you took quick steps towards him. 7 Eleven was open and you thanked God for that, allowing you to get some snacks for him and you too. Your steps must have been soundless, considering Thomas still had his eyes close, unmoving. It was about 3 am, and the breeze was colder than you expected. A cold wind blew and it disheveled Thomas’ hair even more. You caught a glimpse of his ears, seemingly cold because of its reddish tinge. He finally retreated and turned his body to the side and took another drag.

Your eyes met with his then. Your heart wrenched at the sight of them. Deeply brown and moist as if he was tearing up. His eyes always seemed like that. There were times he’d be incredibly happy and yet there was this lingering look of sadness and exhaustion in his eyes. You smiled at him as you tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. Thomas’ eyes had widened a bit but he gave you his signature grin like he was thinking ‘couldn’t sleep too?’.

“I bought some chips and sodas cause I totally knew you’d be awake by this hour.” You said, leaning on the handrail too. Thomas ran his hands through his hair then twisted his body so he would be facing you too. “Yeah, totally.” His voice was rough and raspy, proving that he probably woke up in the middle of the night from slumber.’

His hand holding the cigarette was propped on the handrail, right beside you. The smoke was lifting and so was its reeking scent. Thomas knew you didn’t like the smell of smoke. You were okay with him smoking, but he was careful never to do it in front of you. Which is why you’re shocked he hasn’t thrown the cigarette on the floor and stepped on it yet.

It was a dark and cold night. The only light brightening the place was the dim street posts. Somehow, you knew that you were one of the reasons for his waking. Thomas looked at you like he was trying to memorize you and how you looked in his head. He reached for your hand and held it tight. He rubbed it, caressing it with care. You tried to hold his gaze too, but the reek was choking you. You hadn’t inhaled smoke in a long time and you utterly despised having to smell it again from Thomas. Thomas was still looking at you in silence, an unreadable look resting on his face.

You only squeezed back to let go of his hand. Choking and coughing slightly, you couldn’t take it anymore. “Thomas, it reeks, please.”

He immediately withdrew, like he just remembered right now. “O, dear god, I’m sorry. I-I just, I’m sorry, love.” He trampled on the cigarette in panic and guilt. When he finished, he hastily wiped his palms on his sweatpants.

You held your arms open. “C'mere.”

You could see that he really regretted having done that. Thomas really understood how you intensely detested the smell and he incredibly loves you so much and made sure never to cross his boundaries. He came close and you pulled him in tight. Burying his head on the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry. I extremely hate myself now that I have broken rule number 3, never smoke in front of the beautiful lady,” He mumbled. “I got caught in a daze and forgot.”

Your heart crumpled. Had you two been this distant towards each other? Thomas just arrived in your hometown a few weeks ago. He was flying one sky to another continuously while you chose to settle here, and love him from afar. Well, you two thought you could.

You released him and touched the side of his face. “It’s alright,” you replied. You wanted to badly dismiss the incident knowing that he’ll forever look back at it and blame himself. “You up for a ‘stroll and gobble’?” You asked, holding up the plastic bag full of food and drinks.

His eyes crinkled as he chuckled. “Of course. Because 3:30 in the morning is a wonderful time to be alive.” He entered his apartment and swiftly grabbed his coat from the hook rack and shut the door behind him. Thomas took your hand in his and led you down the stairs. His hand was warm despite the weather, it warmed yours lovingly.

Your steps were synchronized as you two trudged towards the nearby park. The trees were brushing against each other loudly as the breeze blew strongly. Thomas wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer.

“Why are you up this late? You need the sleep and rest, you know.” You said, looking up to his eyes. Thomas’ nose was turning a bit red you couldn’t help but notice it. You hadn’t seen his face in so long. He was constantly sleeping through the afternoon since he arrived. Jet lag truly took its toll on him. You would be over at his place and just watch him sleep and clean the place a bit for him. Often, you would join him and just cuddle. You tried to spend more time with him every day to make up for the moths you didn’t. His career had both its pros and cons, both in terms of income and health. And in terms of relationships.

He led you towards a bench. Both of you sat down and you brought out the content of the plastic bag, offering him a sandwich. “I should be the one asking you that. Why are you still awake? Don’t you have work tomorrow?” He asked before taking a bite from the sandwich.

You took a sip of the tea. “Well, seems like I’ll be working tomorrow without a wink of sleep.” You took a can of iced coffee from the bag and offered it to him. “Your favorite.”

Thomas only looked at the can at first. He then heaved a sigh and took the can from my hand and set it down on the ground, beside his feet. You sent him a confused look.

He wiped the mayonnaise off his lips with a tissue and licked his lips. “The doc prohibits me from drinking coffee now,” he muttered. “I experienced a few attacks of irregular heartbeats and increased heartbeats back in Korea. It’s been a few months now and my insomnia’s going away a bit since I refrained from drinking coffee.”

You couldn’t help but feel upset. You already worried enough about him being away and the jet lag that came with it. But now this? You pursed your lips. “Why didn’t you tell me? One ring and you have my ears. You know that.” Concern filled the tone of your voice.

Thomas nodded. “Yeah, of course, I know that. I just didn’t want to burden you more. All I did since I left for Death Cure was think about coming back and spending time with you and the family. I decided to focus on what coming back would bring rather than my current situation back in Korea. I’m sorry, love.” He looked up to you from the strands of his bangs.

The thoughts that have been running through your head for the past few months came back. Right at that moment, you decided to pull the string that would unravel the truth. “And what have we been able to do since you came back, Thomas?”

You heard Thomas’ breath hitch. Apparently, you were both awake thinking about each other yet you both slept on the truth that was right beneath your noses. “What happened to those plans, Thomas?” I prodded.

He leaned back and took a deep breath. “Not now, please. I don’t feel like talking about it.” You glanced at him and saw his eyes were closed. His chest was rising and falling quickly.

You gripped on your tea tighter. “We can’t avoid the subject forever, Thomas.” You stated and heaved a heavy breath. A few seconds pass before you continued. “We both believed we could make it work, Tom. And we really tried. You called, I answered. I called, you answered. But as more months passed, the situation changed. You rarely called yet I always answered when you did. I called, voicemail answered.”

Thomas stayed silent. You took this as an incentive to continue. “I know how much you love your job, your career and the people you work with. I see the way your eyes light up in the pictures you send me where you’re with your co-actors on premieres.”

“I have the same light in my eyes whenever I’m with you.” He finally decided to reply.

You understood because it was true. Thomas was genuinely happy with you. But the few months you spent together before he had to leave was not enough to fuel the longer months you two would spend apart. “I saw that, Tommy. I loved how I made you happy. And you really made me happy, more than any other I’ve been with. But as you roam the world, I’m left here to watch you fulfill your dreams as I slowly work for mine. We’re missing so much on each other’s lives, Tommy.”

Thomas was sniffling silently. You knew you hit the spot. He was the most vulnerable now. “You can’t possibly be implying that, right? It’s too early. Make yourself clearer.” He was looking at you know and he held both of your hands in his. His eyes were tearing up now and a tear slid down his cheek.

Yours came like waterfalls. “You saying it’s too early means you expected this, Thomas. You knew this happening was a 'when’, not an 'if’.” You were sobbing now, doing your best to hold it in as long as you can. “What I mean is, I’m going to stop watering a dead flower, expecting it to grow again.” You croaked, voice breaking and shoulders shaking. Thomas’ grip on your hands tightened after hearing those words.

“Dear, no. Help me, o Lord I can’t do this–” His heart was breaking and yours was too. But both of your hearts were already cracking since the day you both separated. This was just the final straw.

“It’s over, this is over.” You finally said

Thomas suddenly pulled you in a tight embrace, hearing his unsteady and shaky breaths ride beside your ear. His fingers curled around your hair and you couldn’t help but bury your head in his chest. ”This can’t possibly be happening,“ Tommy whispered through his sobs.

You clutched onto him, inhaling his scent. Cigarettes and perfume, but your Thomas all the same. "You’re home is a suitcase, Tom. And I’m afraid I was once home for you but not anymore.” Thomas’ cries louder and he hugs you even tighter. You held onto your lover and relished it for the last time. Time passed quickly and you expected the sun to rise soon.

Thomas released you and cupped your face. He looked deep into your eyes for a few seconds. His gaze broke and pulled you in again. “O dear god, I can’t afford to lose my girl, my love.” He once again buried his face in your neck. Tears were drenching your shirt and you were drenching his too.

You lifted your face up and brought it to his neck. You planted a soft kiss on his neck and just rested your head there. You were both breaking before already and now broken. The distance was holding you both back. Time was punishing and cruel but you both couldn’t do anything about it. A few seconds passed and you finally retreated from Tommy’s hold. You leaned back on the bench and Tom followed too. You took his hand on yours and squeezed it. You closed your eyes and searched for peace at the moment right there. Thomas then rested his head on your shoulder. Your breaths were now steadying and were staring at the horizon.

“I understand that we both have a lot for development. We can focus on ourselves for a while. But I promise you, love, that when I find my rest and have bettered myself as your man, and if God wills it, I will find your eyes again and see home.” Thomas said.

You both missed a lot on each other’s lives. The lack of communication tore both of you apart. Constant worrying over each other tore both of you apart. You both became mentally and physically unhealthy. Thomas loves his career but ending things between us didn’t mean that he didn’t love me too. We’re allowing time pass by as we grow in our own ways.

You rubbed circles around his palms and breathed in deeply. “Thank you, Thomas. For understanding and everything. Thank you for letting me go.”

And so you two watched the sunrise. You smiled sadly at the fact the first time you see the sunrise together on the same side of the world is the last time you probably will too.

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veridian-nougat · 7 years ago

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day four of zutara week

with exactly nine minutes to spare, i have the first chapter of my fourth fic for zutara week, with the prompt “turtleduck” by @zutaraweek.

this is going to be a multi-chapter fic, as i’m really intrigued by the idea and don’t wanna make it just a one-shot. the first chapter is up for day 4 of zutara week, and i’ll post new chapters every weekend until it’s done. this chapter kinda mentions turtleducks, but the entire fic will be more zutara-centric. rated t for language.

read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15533478/chapters/36058761

Zuko moves into his dorm room junior year two weeks early.

He had to pull a helluva lot of strings to make it happen, and of course pay an extra seventy bucks per day, but he thought it was worth it; anything to escape his batshit crazy family for a bit longer.

He was the first male in his family for four generations to not pursue a law degree at Harvard; instead, he decided to go halfway across the country from their law firm and home in New York to major in English and Political Science in Illinois, at a public university at that. The University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign may not have been the best school for his majors, but had a good reputation nonetheless, and was the perfect slap in the face to his father.

Arriving at school a good fourteen days before official move-in day guaranteed Zuko a while to settle in before his annoying roommate would come in, or so he thought. Zuko didn’t like that he wasn’t at PAR this year; he had been at Saunders and Babcock his past two years, but he found Allen to be adequate all the same. A lot of Zuko’s friends his age lived in apartments by then, but university housing was less stuff to deal with; no need to buy furniture and stuff. He also thought it odd that his only choice was in a building specifically coed by room, but maybe that was the only available space. He had made his decision pretty late after all. Zuko only hoped that his male roommate preference was accommodated.

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Katara moves into her dorm room junior year two weeks early.

She was informed by her RA, a lovely but often stoned guy named Ethan, that her roommate was also moving in early. Of course, she had to find seventy dollars to pay each day she was early; that would be a struggle. But, it sort of equated to money she would’ve had to pay for transportation in late August; plane tickets were almost four hundred dollars cheaper a couple of weeks early. Going to school in the states was hard when your family all lived in India. Her father barely even let her go, but Katara’s uncle who had gone to grad school at UW Madison assured her very worried and overprotective dad that it was worth it to have a four-year degree from an American university, and that he would pop in on her often from his home an hour or so away.

It was her third time leaving home for school, and she didn’t make any false promises about visiting during the year like she did the last two times. Holiday flights were expensive, and she wasn’t planning to waste her hard-earned money on two weeks back home. Sure, it would be nice to see her dad and grandmother, but she didn’t have much other family there, and she would rather spend her time with her brother in Minnesota anyway.

Getting to school two weeks before everyone else was relaxing; she wouldn’t have to deal with antsy freshmen and their anxious families. Most of Katara’s friends lived off-campus, but there was no way she could buy everything she needed to from India and get it to her apartment on time if she wanted to. School dorms were a lot less hassle.

Katara was kinda dumb this time around. She got held up during their family “vacation” to Chennai for her cousin’s wedding, and was busy with her duties being the only girl cousin in their generation, and got randomly placed as she missed the deadlines for housing registration. Hopefully she wouldn’t get paired with someone annoying, or worse, a boy! Her father would never allow it, and she’d be back home before she could say another word.

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Katara and Zuko arrive in front of their room at the same time, with identical expressions of shock and confusion etched on their faces. It takes a second for each of them to give the other a once-over; Katara carefully eyeing a tall, vaguely Asian guy, and Zuko staring blankly into the wide brown eyes of an average height Indian girl who was dressed too Illinois-y to be fresh off the boat.

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Zuko finally huffs out a breath and says “I guess Ethan said I was coming early too?”

It’s less of a question, since the answer’s obvious, but Katara gives a slight nod regardless. Her congenital hospitality and politeness kick in, and she carefully balances her suitcase before sticking out her right hand and smiling gently.

“Hi, I’m Katara,” she introduces herself. Zuko notes her slight accent, filing it away for later. He precariously sets down the duffle he was holding and returns the handshake professionally, as he was taught at the ripe age of seven. He states his name as well, also noticing her firm and steady grip, and is intrigued.

“Guess we’re roommates, then.” Zuko states the obvious in hopes of making conversation with the girl he’s going to live with for the next eight months, but she just makes a noncommittal noise.

“Sorry,” she adds as an afterthought. “Jet lag is absolute hell, and I’ve just been on an eighteen hour long flight. I’ll be pretty grouchy for the next week.” Zuko simply nods, pulls the key out of his pocket, unlocks the door, and gestures for her to go in.

“Ladies first,” he mutters under his breath, but all annoyance vanishes in a moment when she looks up to smile gratefully at him. God, that smile. Zuko was going to be in for a rough year.

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Katara walks in the room she’s sharing with Zuko (a boy!), and hauls her one and only suitcase into the center of the room. Zuko steps in a moment later, but he has a few more possessions, with a large suitcase, smaller hand luggage, and duffle bag.

“Which bed?” she asks, and he shrugs.

“Would it be okay if I took the one closer to the A/C?” Zuko is used to very cold winters, and loves sleeping with blasts of cold air under warm blankets. She nods, and struggles to get her luggage up onto the raised bed.

“Here, let me help you with that.” Zuko offers, always the gentleman, and grabs the suitcase and easily lifts it onto the bed. The help, she was expecting. Zuko seemed like a nice enough guy from the two second interaction they’d had, and she could see the muscles he had along his biceps and forearms. What she’d most definitely not expected, though, was the bottom inch or so of a tattoo on his lower back as his shirt rode up. That looked far too similar to the tattoo she had on her right shoulder blade. It wasn’t a common tattoo at all, or so she thought, because turtleducks were a pretty uncommon imaginary creature. The only reason she’d gotten one was in honor of her mother, who loved to read, and one of Katara’s most cherished books as a child was the one her mom read to her about turtleducks. She decided on the spot that further investigation was needed. Even being awake for nearly thirty-six hours, spending eighteen of them sitting squashed between a mother and her baby and an old, corpulent man, Katara knew how to make a plan.

#zutara #zutara week #zutara week 2018 #katara #zuko #turtleduck

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A Court of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Part II

The ACOTAR Hogwarts AU that nobody asked for.

A/N: Thank you all so much for the kind comments and feedback! I hope this chapter lives up to the previous one. I am very sorry to say that I am currently on vacation and will therefore not be updating for about another week or so. (It will probably be next Friday or Saturday that the next chapter is posted.) Again, please feel free to comment/leave constructive criticism. Enjoy!

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Cassian woke before the sun. He sluggishly rolled out of bed, dragging himself down to the Quidditch pitch in the early morning light. He woke himself up by flying laps around the field, looping and swerving and practicing all the maneuvers he’d learned over the summer. By the time the fog had lifted and breakfast had been served, a gaggle of groggy Gryffindors with broomsticks in hand had joined him for tryouts.

In the Great Hall, Rhys and Feyre languidly filled their plates with toast and eggs. Mor, despite school policy, was still in pajamas. With a yawn, Mor said, “So what’s the plan for today, Rhys?”

Rhys hummed pensively. “I’m not sure. Maybe Az can sneak us into the Shrieking Shack. Any opinions, Feyre darling?”

“We should all go down to the lake for lunch. We can practice nonverbal spells,” Feyre suggested.

“Or maybe,” Rhys purred, nipping at Feyre’s ear, “We could stay behind and practice something else, just the two of us.”

Mor rolled her eyes and poured a glass of orange juice. “Seriously, Rhys, save it for the bedroom. I don’t want to hear about your sex life, especially not at eight in the morning.”

“My apologies, cousin,” Rhys said with a grin that suggested otherwise. Arm wrapped tight around Feyre’s waist, he continued, “Although, speaking of romance…has anyone caught the Morrigan’s eye, recently? Any hot guys?” He wiggled his eyebrows teasingly at the last part, taking an amused sip of coffee.

Mor and Feyre exchanged an uneasy glance. There were still some things that had yet to be revealed among their Inner Circle, despite how often Feyre assured her friend no judgements would be made. But Rhys, oblivious to whatever secrets were being kept, did not pick up on the glance shared between the two women. He looked at Mor expectantly.

Pushing a long breath between her teeth and forcing a strained smile, Mor said, “Not yet.”

There was a jarring clatter as Amren slammed her silver goblet on the table, red liquid splashing out over the rim as she jammed herself into the sliver of space beside Mor. “Gods, Amren,” Mor said sourly, “Don’t bother asking before you sit.”

“I never do,” Amren quipped.

Mor scowled, using her napkin to soak up some of the spilled drink. Peering at the stained cloth with mild disgust, she asked, “What the hell even is this stuff?” If she didn’t know better, she’d say it looked like blood.

Amren gave a feline grin, sharp as knives. “Juice,” she answered vaguely.

“Ever the drama queen,” Rhys said wryly.

“Worried I’ll steal your title?” Amren taunted. She patted his hand with false comfort. “It’s okay, Rhysand, everyone knows the queen has more power than the king anyway.”

Rhys snorted, but it was Feyre who replied, “And don’t let him forget it.” The three girls clinked their goblets together in a toast and burst into laughter.

Nesta was waiting by the entrance of the locker rooms when Cassian walked off the pitch, his new team lagging behind. “Nesta,” he said when he saw her, surprise coloring his voice. He leaned his broomstick against the wall and combed his sweaty hair back, tying it in a sloppy bun.

“You,” she acknowledged, sounding tired.

Cassian seemed to notice that the usual venom in her tone was lacking. He frowned, eyebrows furrowing with concern. “What’s wrong, Nes?”

“Don’t call me that,” Nesta snapped on instinct, her spine straightening. Any hint of previous vulnerability had vanished, leaving only ice in its wake.

“Sorry,” Cassian said with a grin, holding his hands up in mock surrender, “Old habits.”

Nesta pursed her lips, but decided against arguing any further. “Elain told me that you didn’t eat breakfast so – here.” Her words were rushed, as if nervous, though her face revealed no emotion. In her hand, held out as far from her as possible, was a sandwich wrapped neatly in foil. Cassian tried to catch Nesta’s gaze, but she refused to meet it, opting to stare intently at a spot just above his shoulder.

Taking the sandwich gingerly, Cassian let his fingers hesitate on hers. He watched her delicate throat as she swallowed, her eyes now drawn down to where his hand dwarfed hers, the rough callouses of his palms snagging against her own smooth skin.

Then, quick as lightning, Nesta yanked away sharply. “Okay,” she announced, straightening her already pristine robes, “That was all. Goodbye, Cassian.” She spun around to leave.

“Wait!” Cassian called out after her, taking a few stumbling steps forward as if to follow.

Nesta glanced over her shoulder, a single eyebrow arched. “Yes?”

“I –” There was a pause as a jumble of words got stuck in Cassian’s throat. He finally settled on asking, “Where are you going?”

“The library,” Nesta answered. “Morrigan and the others will be expecting you at the lake for lunch.” And with that, she disappeared back inside the castle.

Cassian let out a long sigh. He wondered if he would ever get to see Nesta Archeron as she truly was, without all her armor and defenses. He couldn’t explain why, but he desperately wanted her to trust him – gods knew he already trusted her with his life.

“That’s not fair!” Mor bellowed, face flushed with embarrassment. She was still recovering from Amren’s silent cantis jinx, the thunderous laughter of her friends echoing in her ears.

Amren smirked. “You really are wonderful singer.”

Mor growled, arcing her wand above her head in a counterjinx. A quick shout of “Protego!” came from Rhys before any damage could be done, leaving the two females to glare at each other from their respective side of the invisible shield.

“Well, well,” a silky voice slithered over the group and a blonde with calculating turquoise eyes emerged from behind a neighboring grove of trees. Everyone instinctively tensed, and Rhys subtly moved to stand in front of Feyre. “Having issues within the Dream Team, are we?”

Bristling, Feyre pushed past her boyfriend. Now mere inches away from the other girl, she threatened, “Get lost, Ianthe, before I hex your toes off.”

Ianthe wasn’t fazed. She shrugged. “I’m not scared of you, little mudblood.”

“Maybe you should be,” Feyre snarled, wand sliding out of her cloak sleeve and into her palm. Her fingers gripped the wand handle so hard her knuckles were turning white.

“Feyre darling,” Rhys began with an air of warning.

Pursing her lips, Ianthe peered over Feyre’s shoulder. With a sigh, she bemoaned, “Oh, how disappointing. I thought for sure my dearest Lucien would be hanging around you lot.” She grinned wickedly. “Lucien and I have recently become quite…close.”

With a ferocious battlecry, Feyre abandoned her wand and launched herself at Ianthe, opting to tackle her to the ground instead of using magic. Feyre’s knees rested on either side of Ianthe’s hips, fingers seeking out the blonde’s throat. Ianthe choked out a laugh, provoking Feyre’s grip to tighten.

Azriel and Rhys dove at Feyre, tugging her away by the back of her cloak. “Don’t you dare,” Feyre spat, absolutely venomous, “Don’t you fucking dare talk about Lucien ever you filthy –”

“Feyre,” Rhys murmured, his thumb ghosting across her cheekbone, “She isn’t worth it.”

Still laying on the ground, Ianthe rasped, “Go on, mudblood. Run away like the coward you are.”

It took all of Az and Rhys’s strength to hold Feyre at bay, though neither of them would have been particularly heartbroken if she had gotten free and hurled herself into another attack.

In the end, it was Elain who stooped, grasping Ianthe’s shirtfront and forcing her to her feet. “Leave,” she commanded, so quiet and menacing that even Ianthe had the good sense to look afraid. Elain shoved the conniving bitch in the opposite direction, sending Ianthe stumbling off.

“Conniving bitch,” Mor declared.

“I hope she rots in Hell,” Amren agreed.

Feyre was still trembling with rage when Azriel released her. “You okay?” He asked.

She shook her head, feeling sick to her stomch. “No. What Ianthe does – it’s disgusting. It’s a violation and someone needs to stop her.”

Rhys gently wrapped her in a warm embrace, stroking her hair comfortingly. “We’ll talk to one of the professors. The headmaster, perhaps.”

“I’ve already tried,” Feyre sighed, “And nobody believes me.”

“We could always cut her hands off,” Amren suggested.

Unamused, Rhys instantly responded, “Absolutely not.”

Amren shrugged. “It was just an idea.”

“And it’s not half bad,” Feyre mused, tilting her head in consideration. Amren grinned.

Rhys let out a sound of exasperation. Placing a delicate kiss on Feyre’s cheek, he simply said, “Please don’t do anything stupid.”

Feyre drew back. “Are you calling me dumb, Rhysand?”

“No! I would never!”

As the couple bickered lovingly, Azriel drifted over to Elain. He knelt, plucking a small white daisy from the ground. He held it out to her in silent offering, and she beamed. Instead of keeping it, however, Elain rocked onto her tiptoes and reached up to tuck the flower behind his ear.

“Perfect,” she whispered.

Azriel’s lips parted as if he were about to say something, but then he clenched his jaw shut as he reconsidered. He took a step backwards. “Where’s Cassian?” He wondered.

Elain ducked her head, peeking through her golden eyelashes at Az with a mischievous smile dimpling her cheeks. “The library,” she answered.

Part Three

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castawxayaway · 8 years ago

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Loose Threads

couple of things because I am a pain. I got accepted to my top choice university today which is kind of surreal, not sure how to feel but wanted to share as this is a space for me to say things. And I have tried a different style today, might do more in the future but who knows.

Last thing is about requesting, please send some in as I love taking ideas and turning them into something exciting. I’ve started doing music requests whether it be based on 5sos or just a personal piece but either way let me know!

Okay, enough of that, enjoy! :D

masterlist / request / submit

one / two

Pulling the loose threads at the end of your top out further you bluntly snapped it, leaving the curled black cotton around your finger. Sighing, you leant back into the uncomfortable wooden chair, interviews, who really enjoyed them anyway?

For the past two weeks you'd been doing press for your latest movie, it was one of your biggest roles to date along with well renowned stars that you got lucky enough to work with Day in day out. Today was the first of many interviews to do in LA and jet lag was settling into your system much to your dismay but as always you had to perceiver, put your brightest and loved smile on and bare through this hour.

Shifting again as microphones were attached to your top along with your co star whilst you waited for the interviewer to come in and begin. "Someone can't relax today." Caspar joked as the sound technician adjusted his mic one last time before giving the others a thumbs up.

"Well it is 7:55 in the morning, back home I would be getting into bed." You couldn't help but fantasise of the king sized bed with the softest fabric that felt like sleeping on a giant cloud surrounded by warmth. Caspar clicked in front of your face bringing you back to this less than favoured reality as the interviewer introduced herself.

"Hi Caspar, Y/N big fan of the film. Big fan. Saw it last night and I have to say that your performances were some of your best." She gave the usual generic compliments that you both accepted, gratefully as you were taught. They don't call you actors for nothing.

She began by asking the usual questions, how you both got on with the sets, learning lines, action scenes and romantic aspects. The same questions you had been answering for the past fortnight so there wasn’t anything new or original involved, that’s just how it is. “Yeah I think I speak for both of us but there was a lot of chemistry between characters and we really connected on a friend level, like we just got on from the start.” Caspar spoke up about the usual rumours on you two becoming a new power couple but that was the least of your concerns.

“I think when we first starting filming we were going on from early hours of the morning to like what was it 4am some days?” Caspar nodded in agreement and you continued. “So there was this need to get on as we spent a lot of time together. As a cast we bonded overall.” Smiling to yourself the memories of late nights on set came to mind as you all powered through the tiredness knowing you had each other.

Adjusting yourself in the seat you wished that heels weren’t the footwear you opted for earlier, thinking back to those comfy slippers but unfortunately they would’ve been in the shot so heels was the other option. “So Y/n we have to ask about you and Michael.” You could feel your heart tighten in your chest at the sound of his name and yours in the same sentence.

Slowly you could feel the rips and tears grow through your chest, everything falling apart all over again. The interviewer saw the unsettling look that you wore and glanced to Caspar for some help, her eyes going wide as she flipped through her cards. A long silence lingered and you could hear mutters in your ear piece. “Just answer the bloody question, the longer you leave it the more of a fuss the press will make.” Your manager muttered into your ear leaving you with no other choice.

“Me and Michael isn’t something to be concerned over, we are no longer together.” You held back the trembles in your voice, in the past few weeks no one has had the nerve to ask about Michael and you were grateful despite preparing for the worst of it. Yet, the second someone does it sends you into a state of panic, one that isn’t easy to suppress.

Caspar placed his hand on top of yours and squeezed it lightly, “I, erm don’t think that’s something we should talk about. After all we are here to talk about the movie.” He stated and the interviewer continued, briefly apologising and went on as if it had never occurred.

Soon after the interview ended and you both left sooner than you anticipated. Walking out of the room you played with the loose threads again, releasing a deep breath you were holding. “You holding up okay?” Caspar asked catching up to you as the two of you went to the car, leaving an awkward tension around, squashed into the back of the car as you struggled to think of anything else. “Taking your silence as a bad sign,” He sighed. “they shouldn’t have even thought about asking that, I guess it’s just because he did the soundtrack and-”

“Can we talk about something else Caspar.” You cut him off and didn’t even want a response, the silence returned as you just turned away from him and looked outside at the passing sights leading to the next location of this long day of press.

As you arrived you could hear your heart thumping against your chest louder than usual due to the tight fitting across your chest in this beautiful dress. Tonight was the night, after countless months of the same lines and hard work this was it, all of it would pay off for tonight was going to be as wonderful as you’d imagined since you’d finished filming. “You ready Miss?” The driver asked looking back to you, despite the trembling you couldn’t wait.

The driver came over and opened the door for you, the screams of excitement and the calling of your name more powerful than you’d ever heard at any event. Helping you out of the car you pulled your dress to get the full effect of the beautiful black lace dress, etched with rose gold detailing. It wasn’t much but it was what you wanted to have, something simple in the mix of lavish items.

Flashing lights shone in your eyes, etched into your pupils every time you blink. Fans called for you along with photographers taking various photos from all angles; immediately you walked over to the fans, signed photos, posters and took infinite amounts of selfies and talked to some of them briefly before being hurried off. ‘I love yous’ and ‘slaying’ were prominent in what was being said making you laugh to yourself as you walked on towards tonights interviewer who greeted you with open arms.

“May I just say how flawless you look tonight?!” She exclaimed and you did a little twirl for her, laughing brightly. “Okay okay I’ve got to ask, is it surreal at all? Your first big premiere for a movie?”

You knew the answer almost immediately, “In all honesty I was slightly hungover this time yesterday and in pyjamas all day. So getting up being made up to this which is still unbelievable to be on my body I mean,” Wiping your head slightly you let out a small sigh as you glanced at the fans screaming with such joy. “I doubt it will ever be normal, and I don’t think I would want it to be.” Smiling you turned and waved to all of the fans. “And you guys! Thank you for waiting however long I love and appreciate every single one of you.” Blowing a kiss to the camera you then resumed the interview waiting to find Caspar wherever he may be.

“What are you most excited about with the film then? Of course there are so many details but-”

You lost attention on her question but still bored into her eyes, the fans calling, screaming changed to various names. Suddenly your palms got sweaty, the flashing lights seemed too intense and sitting down seemed like the best thing in the world. “Michael! Luke! Calum! Ashton!” Names called out yet his was over riding all of the others, it took a lot of guts for you not to look his way and instead focus back on the interview.

“Sorry,” You apologise. “I zoned out.” Laughing apprehensively the interviewer could see the mild panic in your eyes and for once someone did you a favour.

“Y/N L/N everyone!” She yelled with such force that everyone turned your way, now with no other choice than to wave to the fans he was in your channel of vision.

It was like someone had taken the ideals of a fairy tale, the precise moment when the Prince locks eyes with the Princess and all the world should make sense again. Except instead of feeling like everything was going to be okay it felt as if someone was ripping my insides out. Looking into his green eyes brought back those last few weeks for you, every fight, every time he stormed out or disappeared in the middle of the night, every moment you wished things could’ve been as they once were. You struggled to find your way down the steps with his eyes along with his friends burning into yours.

“Y/n?” Someone called your name but you kept walking, knowing if you kept walking they wouldn’t make a scene, not here, not now. Sighing in relief you straightened yourself up but it was too soon as an arm touched yours, turning around you couldn’t have been happier to see the cheeky grin of Caspar.

Tightly hugging him you whispered, “Thank god it’s you. I’m not doing good.” Pulling away you both smiled and pretended to talk about good things, any opportunity the leads are seen together in a candid like way it’s brilliant. In reality they don’t care what we’re talking about, they’re too far to even have a rough idea.

“So he’s here then.” He wore a look of resentment as well as his suit, tightly fitted in his eyes as he glanced around to find him. “Have you spoken yet?” Shaking your head vigorously you two walked on for more photo opportunities.

“Do I have to speak to him? Do you think I can get away with leaving us be?” You questioned but knew how unlikely that would be, if you weren’t seen together then press would blow up, if you were press would blow up- there was no positive, no winning. “I guess I’ll have to do it.”

“You sure? I know how tough it was hearing about them working on the soundtrack.” He spoke in hushed tones now, too many ears walked by.

Thinking back to the moment you heard that 5 Seconds of Summer would have a song for the movies soundtrack you felt trapped. You thought you’d finally moved on, had some freedom- but he always found a way to worm back into your life whether you liked it or not.

Walking towards you he was talking to his friends, he was more smart casual today, less punk which made a change. His demeanour screamed nervous, yet his eyes uttered confidence. “Looks like you gotta think quick on your feet here.” Caspar nudged you as Michael began to walk toward you, quick on his feet Caspar left before doing something he’d regret.

“Hi.” You managed to get out as you tried to control your shakes and breathing, you didn’t want him to see this effect he still managed to have over you.

“What a coincidence, heh.” It felt awkward, the air that hung around the two of you was like a bubble, trapping you there unable to burst free. “You look,” He struggled for words as his mouth hung open and eyes glazed over.

“It’s rude to have your mouth hanging open.” You stated shutting it for him and suddenly it was as if his batteries had been replaced and he stood upright, facing you with a sincere smile.

He moved closer towards you, closer to your ear until you could feel his breath on your skin. The sense of goosebumps that he used to make you feel returned almost naturally, you hated how he still managed to do this to you. “Radiant.” Whispering delicately into your ear you could just picture the headlines tomorrow and the rumours that would soon begin.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, nice to see you smartening up.” He looked down to his own attire and chuckled to himself, you felt on edge by his remarks and felt as if you were back to being the unknown actress trying to make something of herself in one of his music videos.

“Well I wanted to make a good impression for your big night darling.” He leant in and kissed your cheek, unable to react he winked before heading off before you could speak. “See you inside, can’t wait.”

#5sos #5sos imagines #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer imagines #imagines #preferences #5sos preferences #5sos au #michael clifford #michael clifford imagines #mgc #5sos michael #michael 5sos #clifford

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