#the eyecontact we made i will never forget

[judasgot-it]

BSD Men After Their GF Clogs Their Toilet and Cries about it

This is not inspired by a real event, but also it kind of is. Don't judge me I'm already writing this.

Kicks you out, vomits because he knows that it's impossible for women to take shits. What he saw in there wasn't possible, it had to be an attempt to kill him

-Jouno, Fyodor, Akutugawa

Get's you medication because that was the birth of the anti-christ straight through the ass, and clearly you needed pain meds or something. He doesn't know, he didn't know a shit that big was even humanly possible

-Tecchou, Fukuzawa, Sigma

"Hey. It's fine. We all do it. I'll call a plumber." He doesn't want to admit it, since you're crying from embarrassment, but he's impressed. He sent a photo to all of his friends and is going to print it and hang it on the wall to commemorate the date.

-Chuuya, Kunikida, Atsushi

"Damn girl, you shit here often?"

-Ranpo, Kaiji, Dazai

"You should put this in the book of world records. It's kind of cool."

-Tachihara, Mark Twain, Tanizaki

Doesn't even notice until the next day. Somehow, he just doesn't notice it, and you become actually concerned over the fact that he has a clogged toilet that he passes multiple times and doesn't notice. He never says anything either - you assume he's just being polite, but it remains there when you come over the next time, making you question his sanity.

-Poe, Fukuchi, Mori

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tw; imagery of grooming, SH, religious trauma, neglect, invalidation over and over and over and over

you are riding a carousel. a carousel made of rusting metal and rotting blood and drips with ink and disease.

its hot. so hot. it reeks of fever.

but the disgust is what the appeal is. the horror is what you enjoy, it's that feeling that your doing something horrible to yourself that makes you happy, isn't it?

you aren't a fucking victim. your doing this for attention.

and just because your skin is cut by rusting nails, and your eyes bleed with the horrors you've witnessed, doesn't change the fact that you

want to be here.

over

and over

and over

and over again.

i come back to the carousel.

and over and over, i take that seat. i sit on the ride, even if i dont enjoy it.

familiarity is the biggest comfort to me. and this is the fairgrounds i grew up on.

since birth i have been nothing but broken and sick. since birth i have wished to be abused so horrifically, so that maybe, just maybe, it would make up for how i feel.

it's not that i want to die. its just that i struggle to live without knowing that i am useful to someone, even if their intentions are bad.

so i come crawling back, to those who will hold me, even if when they let go i may be clawed beyond repair.

but at least i was held.

over and over

and over

and over again.

its so funny to live with this expiration date on my wrist.

knowing that years from now i will no longer be sought after. i will be too old. my eyes will no longer shine with innocence and for that, i am undesirable. i have been used too much.

and i know you don't get it.

unless you have been printed (4 years)

with it, you don't notice it exists. you don't notice the branding on my hip declaring me useless after some time.

sometimes i wonder why im like this.

is it because you (father)

left me so young? is that why i must find my affection from nefarious sources, just as you were the original wellspring?

a sinner draped in silk makes you no less a sinner. and maybe i am the only one who can see your fingertips drip with virgin blood.

maybe it runs in the family. maybe we are all diseased with a sick, burning lust that curls up in our chest and devours us from the inside.

maybe you are all i am looking for. maybe this is what the point is at the end of the day. for you to make eyecontact with me and for once not forget my name.

i have not heard it fall from your lips for years now. we live in the same house.

i wonder if you ever noticed the windows in my bedroom have no screen, and a ladder leads to them.

i wonder if you noticed your own son was violated, just a few doors over from your room?

or i wonder if you care.

i wonder if your nose is tucked into a bible, and your body covered in black robes, is enough to distract you from

me?

like it has for all these years?

over

and over

and over

and over

again.

i wonder if we're on different sides of the same carousel.

if you, too, struggle with the demons you shove in the closet.

if like me, your body is covered with verses fallen from bloody chapped lips, or sticky with kisses from mouths you never actually loved?

over and over and over and over

you are riding a carousel. a carousel made of rusting metal and rotting blood and drips with ink and disease.

its hot. so hot. it reeks of fever.

but the disgust is what the appeal is. the horror is what you enjoy, it's that feeling that your doing something horrible to yourself that makes you happy, isn't it?

you with your bible and me with my love letters.

two sides of the same coin.

two sides of the same carousel.

over

and over

and over again.

[aries-writes-shit]

The short end of the stick (Sbi x reader)

paring: c!sbi x reader

prompt/request: n/a

a/n: This is an angst fic. my request are open

you were never that close with your family, they always forgot events of yours or would just straight up ignore you. you would brush it off, beliving that your father Phil and your brothers were too busy. As you all grew up, the cold shoulder towards you only began to get worse.

you sat in your plain bedroom, quietly humming to the music you had playing from your jukebox while you wrote things in a tattered notebook. you heard the front door, then the laughter of your family as they walked off again. you let out a small sigh, you knew they had forgotten about you yet again. you bookmarked the page you were on in the notebook and exited into the living room. You padded into the kitchen, where a single peice of paper with your fathers handwriting sat. you picked up the note and began to read.

me and the boys are heading into the village to get some dinner, we'll be back in a few hours

-Dad

you let a huff of air out as you set he note back down, they didn't forget you this time, they willingly left you behind. you stormed back into your room, hoping to calm yourself down by taking a short nap or reading something. When you got into your room and flopped down onto your bed, a brilliant idea formed into your head. You were going to leave, you were old enough to survive on your own anyways, and your family probably wouldn't give two shits anyways. you began to gather up the few belongings you had into your leather backpack. When you had finished packing, you began to write your "goodbye" note to your family.

when you had finished writing on the sugar cane paper, you placed you note beside your fathers note before gathering a few bread and a few carrots. Without a second glance, you left your childhood home behind and set off in the opposite direction your family had gone earlier.

It had been a few years without any contact from your family and you were very happy with who you had become. you lived a happy, successful life so far in a place far away from your childhood home. Now residing in the dream smp, you began to blossom into a wonderful person who was willing to just sit and listen to whoever came to your door. That was until a blonde boy and a man with brown hair came to your door in the dead of night.

You had been awoken by a loud set of knocks at your front door. You had been assuming it was sapnap or bad again. When you opened the front door with a groggy expresion, it was not any of your friends, it was two of your three brothers. "why are you here" you growled. the two looked very shocked at the fact that you stood infront of them, a few years older and very angry. "i'll repeat myself again" you started "what are you doing here?". the two looked you over, you were taller for sure, your once stark white wings had a more dusty grey tint to them, and your (H/C) hair was now (shorter/longer). "(y/n) , is that really you?" wilbur asked, dumbfounded. "yes it is, now answer my damm question". The two looked at eachother, tommy was unnaturally quiet, but wilbur let out a short sigh and began to explain why they were there at that hour.

"you want me to join you in your new country" you asked dumbfounded. you couldn't belive that after going this long without any sort of contact whatsoever, your brothers had the audacity to ask you for help. "Sorta" wilbur mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck as the two boys shifted on their feet. "no" you replied flatly, glaring at the two "why should i help you when you never did anything to help me?" your arms now folded across your body, your face tightening into a scowl. "it was so long ago (y/n), why are you holding a stupid grudge against your family" tommy snapped, shouting at you. all those years ago, you would have flinched away, but you had changed, you were no longer afraid of them. you picked up your sword dream gave you and slung it over your shoulder "get away from my home, your not welcome here" your voice was filled with a hostility the two never saw from you " if i see you two anywhere near my home, i wont hesitate to use force" you threatened. the two left as soon as soon as you closed the door, you stayed up a little while later to make sure they had left.

it was almost a full moth of peace since your brothers had decided to visit, you currently sat kneeled in your garden, weeding your plants when a winged shadow loomed over you, and next to that shadow was a very familiar piglins shadow.

"why are you here" you snapped, standing up and facing your father and your brother. "we just wanted to see you (y/n)" philza explained, holding his hands up in a defensive manner. " i dont care if you wanted to see me" you stated, raising you voice at the two intruders "you lost that right a long time ago" you shouted. "Calm down, your over reacting" techno huffed, crossing his arms as he made eyecontact with you, your (e/c) eyes begining to gloss over. "No, im not going to calm down, i tried to be curteous to you all when i lived with you, but you took advantage of my pushoverness for your own fucking gain" your voice was now a waivering shout. the two men infront of you took a step forward, causing you to step backwards. "dont" you growled, your grey wings pressing against your back tightly "You lost your chance with me when you decided i was no longer good enough for you". You straightened yourself up, hot tears had begun to roll down you face and it made you feel weak. "i was so envious of you all" you muttered, facing away from the two " i wanted something like that with someone, anyone, but i almost never left that clearing" your voice was a soft whimper now, The tears continued to cascade down your face" and now that i finally have my own life and cut my attachment from you, you show up again expecting forgiveness" you turned just your head to look at them,your eyes already puffy from crying " leave now" you said, your voice dangerously low " this is your only warning"

[azaleavi]

Woman like me - Part 3

Summary: Y/n and Bucky get a little closer while in Latvia

Word count: 2.8k

Warning(s): language(?)

Author’s note: Part 3 is finally here! I hope you’ll like reading as much as i liked writing it. The text in italics are y/n’s thoughts. Also I changed from “she” to “you” I hope you guys don’t mind.

Feedback is always appreciated and don't forget to reblog and like if you liked it and want to see more. Thank you!

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The four of you were sitting in the private plane, going wherever Zemo was taking you. Bucky was sitting across from you, cleaning his vibranium arm. You were watching him intently, fascinated by the arm. Your had heard stories of the man of course, but he seems so much different just sitting there than what you were told about the ruthless assassin. Bucky noticed you watching, but he didn’t let you know. Instead he flexed his hand and because of that you slightly moved in your seat, feeling weird inside. You want to touch the metal and run your finger along it. You grabbed your own hand instead as if to physically stop yourself from moving. Bucky stopped and looked up at you.

“You okay?” he asked. You panicked for a second and tried to come up with something normal to say. You didn’t understand why you were feeling this way around the man but you needed to stop.“Yeah, it’s just…” you went silent for a second, eyes going down to his arm then continuing much quieter “it’s just cool” your eyes widened. You didn’t want to say that out loud. I’m supposed to be a super-soldier for god’s sake how can’t I just keep my mouth shut around him! 

“Cool?” Bucky leaned forward, thinking he heard you wrong “You think my arm is cool?” he was trying to hold back a laugh. He must be thinking that you are an idiot. You cleared your throat and tried to change the subject.

“So where did you get it from? In the older pictures I think it was silver” seriously that’s the best thing you could come up with? You scolded yourself. Bucky was still trying to hide his smile.

“They gave me a new one in Wakanda” he answered. Your eyes lit up.

“Wakanda? Isn’t that where the Black Phanter is from?” you smiled, scooting forward in your chair with child-like wonder clear in your eyes. You loved the stories about that part of the world and the technology they used, and to get a chance to talk to someone who has seen it in real life was truly amazing.

“Yes, T’Challa.”

“Oh, you know him?” your smile became brighter at the mention of the king. Bucky decided he loved to see your smile so he told you about the king and the people. He liked to talk about his stay there because he never was so peaceful in his life like he was in Wakanda. You hung onto every word he said, giving him your full attention. Sam watched the two from where he is sitting with a smile on his face. He has never seen his partner this talkative but he was glad Bucky finally has some normalcy in his life. Even if it’s with another super-soldier.

“It must have been so nice to live there” you mused. Bucky was looking at you with a small smile on his lips. Talking about Wakanda always lift his mood and to have someone who is is excited to hear about it makes him so happy “So they gave you the arm as a gift?” you went back to the original topic of the conversation.

“More like to fight. You know the whole Thanos situation” he thought back to those times. It hasn’t been that long ago for him, but for the people who stayed behind it had been more than five years. You faltered a little at that.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked” you said looking down. you didn’t want to bring up bad memories.

“No, it’s okay. It already happened, we can do anything about it” he reassured you. You looked up into his eyes, just now noticing how beautiful they were. Funny enough, Bucky thought the same about yours. Averting your eyes, they landed on his chest. The jacket he had on looked way too good on him and you could see the outline of his dog tags under his shirt. You moved in the seat again. You have never even kissed a man but here you were wanting to jump his bones. You suddenly stood up.

“I- I need to use the bathroom” stuttering you walked away as the men watched. Sam looked at Bucky and raised his eyebrows knowingly.

“What?” Bucky asked, not understanding why he was looking at him like that.

“Nothing” Sam said, turning away so the other man didn’t see his smile.

Meanwhile you were in the bathroom, splashing your face with water. You need to get it together y/n. He is just a man. A very sexy man and I would do anything to have his di…  you shook your head, leaning against the sink. Okay we are not going there while he is right outside! Why were you so obsessed with him? Yes he was handsome but it’s not like you haven’t seen handsome men before. He was the first to be this nice and make you feel like a normal person though. Maybe that was it. But it doesn’t matter because he would never look at you like that and you really didn’t have time for feelings. There were super-soldiers on the loose, who needed to be stopped. You shook your head again and dried your hands. This would be a long journey if you couldn’t keep your emotions in check around him.

-

The four of you were walking in the streets of Latvia when you noticed Bucky looking on the ground for a brief second. Following his line of sight you saw a little silver ball. You opened your mouth to ask him about it, but he spoke up first.

“I’m gonna go for a walk” he said as you stopped in front of a pretty old building. You furrowed your eyebrows, feeling like something was wrong. The other two men walked up the stairs while you stayed in the same place, looking at Bucky with worry in your eyes. He looked back at you and smiled a little.” It will be a few minutes, you can go up with them” he tried to reassure you. You nodded and walked after Zemo. Those little balls had to mean something, you just hoped it was nothing bad. You walked into the nice apartment that Zemo had, deciding to wait for Bucky on the couch. 

You listened to Sam and Zemo argue about the serum when Sam brought up the man who has been occupying your mind for the last two days.

“What is taking Bucky so long?” he spoke up from where he was sitting at the bar and just like that the mentioned man walked through the door. You let out a quiet laugh which made Bucky look at you. 

“The Dora Milaje is here and they are looking for Zemo” he walked over to you and sat down on your right so close that your thighs were touching. You stiffened and you were sure he felt it because he turned to you. You thought he would move away but instead he put an arm on the back of the couch behind you so he basically had his arm around your shoulders, all while looking straight into your eyes. You could feel your cheeks heat up, but couldn’t move your eyes away. He continued talking while keeping the eyecontact.” I bought us some time, but we need to be quick” Sam cleared his throat which broke the two of you out your haze. You turned around to him, only to see him smirking at you. You looked down, embarrassed that they both saw that. Tuning out their conversation you leaned back, forgetting that Bucky’s arm was still behind you so you accidentaly put your head on his arm. He didn’t seem to care so you tried to act like you didn’t either and closed your eyes. You were tired from all the fighting and flying.

A few minutes later you felt the arm under you move and you opened your eyes. What you did not expect to see is Bucky’s face a few inches from yours. His right hand was almost touching your cheek. Your eyes widened, but you were frozen in your spot. Why was he always so close to me? Your eyes moved down from his beautiful blues to his invinting lips. Oh god, he was so close. If I leaned forward a little I could kiss him. Before you could continue that thought he backed away from you.

“We need to go” he cleared his throat, his voice a little raspy. He stood up, pulling his arm from under you and started walking to the front door. You followed suit after him.

-

Meeting John Walker was not something that was on your bucket list. The dude was an asshole and the way he ordered around everyone was making you quickly irritated. You lied about being a super-soldier, to him you were just a friend of Sam’s. Him not knowing about your powers meant you couldn’t help the boys when everything went south. Bucky told you to stay back, but you needed to help in some way after all they had done for you. They saved you from Madripoor after all and even if the codes were still in your head they trusted you enough to keep you around. 

You met up with Sam and Zemo back at the house, Zemo looked like he got a pretty bad headache. Most likely deserved. When you couldn’t find Bucky anywhere in the house you started to panic. Sam saw it and calmed you down, saying that he could be here any minute. After a few minutes Bucky walked through the door, taking his gloves off.

“Something is not right about Walker.” he said as he walked over to the bar while taking off his jacket. Why was that black shirt so tight?

“You don’t say?” Sam answered him, a smirk evident on his lips.

“I know crazy when I see one, ‘cause I am crazy” Bucky opened the cupboard and took out a whiskey bottle.

“Are you trying to get drunk in the middle of the day?” you asked, standing up from your seat, walking over to him and sitting on a bar stool.” Is that what crazy entails?” you joked. He lifted the glass to his lips while looking at you.

“We can’t get drunk darling. The serum prevents that.” he drowned the drink in one swift motion and poured himself another one. ”you want some?” he motioned towards the empty glasses.

“S- sure” you stuttered, brain going into overdrive from the pet name he just called you. You definitely wanted some, but it wasn’t the whiskey you were thinking about. His black shirt was not helping either. Bucky seemed to notice how your mind was somewhere else and he walked around the counter to stand next to you. He lifted his glass that had already been refilled by him, and tapped the edge of the glass to your lower lip. You stared at him, eyes wide, your mouth slightly open. 

“So are you gonnna drink it?” he smirked, clearly seeing the effect he had on you. In your hazy mind you didn’t register that you should lift your hands and take the glass from him. Instead you put your lips around the edge of the glass and waited for him to tilt it while still looking into his eyes. He stared at you for a second, swallowed and then tilted the glass so the liquid reached your mouth. You took a sip. It did not taste good so you grabbed his hand that was still holding the glass and pushed it away.

“This definitely won’t be my favorite drink” you coughed a few times. Bucky let out a little laugh, putting his hand, that wasn’t being held by yours, on your thigh. Is he trying to kill me? You gulped, your grip thightening on his hand. He leaned closer to you, the smirk still evident on his lips. The lips that were once again very close to yours. You could feel his breath on your face. If he doesn’t kiss me right now I will lose my mind. You didn’t know what Zemo and Sam were doing but at this point you didn’t care. You just wanted his lips on yours. Something about this man made you very needy and as the day progressed it got harder to hide it. His sight slipped down to your lips and just as you thought he might do exactly what you wanted John Walker burst through the door. Bucky backed away immediately and you looked down clearing your throat, blush tainting your cheeks. 

“All right, that’s it, let’s go” John said as he and Lemar walked to the middle of the room. “I am now ordering you to turn him over” he pointed at Sam while Bucky walked to the chair next to you and sat down.

“Okay slow your roll. Shield or no shield, the only thing you are running in here is your mouth.” you turned away from them and towards Bucky so John wouldn’t see you laughing. Bucky on the other hand had a clear view of your joy. “Now I had Karli and you overstepped” Sam continued “He has actually proven himself useful today” he pointed at Zemo who walked towards the two of you.” And we’re gonna need all hands on deck for whatever is coming next”

John put down the shield and started running his mouth again and the next thing you knew there was a spear lodged inside the wall next to him. A woman in wakandan clothes was standing in the room and other two walked in through the front door. You raised your eyebrows impressed. That was cool. Bucky sighed next to you. The one who seemed to be the leader started speaking wakandan to Bucky. You didn’t understand a word of it but it must have been nothing good because he looked down like a child who was being scolded. 

“Release him to us now.” she said in english. John couldn’t keep his ego in check once again and Sam tried to get him to back down but it was no use. As soon as John touched the woman he found himself on the ground. These women are amazing. They started fighting and you just looked around, unsure what to do. Sam walked closer to you and Bucky stood up, making you look at him.

“We should do something” Sam said to him as you walked over to them.

“Looking strong John” Bucky shouted at the man still getting his ass beaten. You snorted. Sam called his name in warning so Bucky intervened, grabbing the woman’s spear. “Ayo, let’s talk about this” Sam went to the other side of the room, also trying to stop what was happening. You were still standing in the same place, still not knowing if you should help or stay out of it. Your problem was solved when a spear flung at you and you had to step to the side and catch it with one hand. The wakandan woman studied you for a second then ran towards you, clearly wanting to fight. You flipped the spear around in your right hand so the sharp end was aimed at the ground. You didn’t want to harm her but that didn’t mean you would let her beat you. She threw a few punches at you, but you managed to block them. You tried hitting her with the spear, but she caught it, making your faces get close to each other. She pushed against you but she wasn’t stroungh enough to get you on the ground. You saw the realization in her eyes at your strenght. She tilted the metal so it hit you on the head and you stumbled backwards in pain. You heard something heavy hit the ground next to you but you didn’t have time to look as the woman came at you again, now with the knowledge that you were a super-soldier. She fought harder and faster than before, but still couldn’t hit you hard enough. You grabbed her weapon again, pulling it with all your strength. When she couldn’t hold it anymore you lifted your right leg and kicked her backwards. She fell over and you pointed the sharp metal at her neck, panting. You looked up just now noticing that everyone in the room was looking at the two of you. Sam was on the ground while John was pinned to a table by a spear and Bucky was holding his metal arm in his right hand, eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite place. You dropped the weapon, realizing your mistake. No one should know that you are a super-soldier, especially not John Walker and he was looking right at you with wide eyes. 

Oh no.

Taglist: @geek-and-proud @ferxaniti

[drrrmilieu]

Hi Kao! Not the anon who asked about angst, but if you're up for it, could you do a character study-ish scenario? Reader is best friends with Mikage, and she's kind of like Izaya in that she's also smart, keeps to herself, and has some admirers. But she secretly only has eyes for Izaya... who just so happens to start dating Mikage, who herself for now is unaware of the reader's attraction.

Would Izaya pick up on this, and would he tell Mikage? Or would he find a more insidious way to mess with them? Would he have, aside from wanting to see her reaction, an ulterior motive for doing so--maybe he doesn't like the passing semblance? Maybe he wants to isolate her? And what would it take to rope Mikage into his schemes?

There was that saying that people say often, how birds of the same feather flock together. Quite frankly, she doesn't quite agree with that at all. Maybe it's more like magnetism, opposites attract and negatives repel. When she had first met Izaya something about him unsettled her in a way that she'd never felt before. Not that he'd done anything to warrant such a reaction, but she thinks that maybe it was sort of a sixth sense. Something about him was so familiar and if she thought about it too much, looking at Izaya felt like she was looking at a reflection of herself.

It was creepy.

The gentle smile he offers to strangers looks so authentic that sometimes she feels like it is, but she can see that it never really reaches his eyes. Not that his eyes held distaste for whatever situation he was in, it was usually filled with child-like mirth, an excitement that never seemed to die out no matter what happened. Something about him made him mature but childish all at once; maybe she found that almost charming.

She didn't like to be in the same room with him. Not any longer than she had to anyway. If she could read him better than most people, then surely he could do the same to her. If she made eyecontact she couldn't look away for fear of him thinking that she's flustered by him, but if she continued to let him look her in the eyes, into the windows of her soul, he might find something there to use against her---

Mikage always seems to arrive at just the right time. It gives her a reason to look away. "Hey, we've been waiting for you," she greets her best friend with a nod.

"Sorry about that, I ran into some complications," Mikage replies with a shrug before giving her best friend a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Anyways, I've done my part of the plan, so what's next?"

Izaya beckons Mikage over with a wave of his hand. Though Mikage rolls her eyes at the action, she still comes closer anyway and even gifts her new boyfriend with a kiss to the top of his head. Izaya seems more pleased than usual from the show of affection, but it's probably because they have an audience and perhaps the most important audience member they could have. "For now we lay in wait and be patient," he tells her with a smile so gentle it almost feels real.

She tries not to let her eyes linger too long on their exchange. She hopes Izaya doesn't catch the way her eyes narrow in irritation.

But he does see it, and she knows it, judging by the way his smile changes just a little bit. The way his eyes crinkle slightly and how his nose scrunches up a little bit like he's discovered a little secret. It looks unfairly cute on him. "Hey, you."

"I have a name you know," she replies back, trying to sound nonchalant. She even shakes her head in disappointment. "Did you forget already? We see each other almost every day…" she jokes.

"Mmmmm, let me think," Izaya holds his chin between his fingers in thought, tilts his head to the side so that it bumps against Mikage's in an affectionate way. "I can't seem to recall… Was it Thai Fusion?"

Mikage snorts at that, leaning more into Izaya's body now that he was so close anyway. "Are we all listed as food in your contacts?"

"It's to keep you safe, my dear," Izaya tells her with that smile meant only for her.

She seethes silently at the lovey-dovey atmosphere around her two companions. There are two feelings boiling within her now. Mikage was her best friend, and she didn't exactly like that her best friend's attention had to be divided between her and Izaya. And loathe she is to admit it, she liked Izaya and it was really unfair. How he had roped in her heart the way he did was confusing to say the least. She's never liked anyone before, and usually she knew how to play with people's hearts to have them on their knees for her.

"I just remembered something," Mikage's best friend says suddenly, just before Mikage and Izaya could get any closer to each other. It was making her skin crawl. "I have to go buy some things. Do you guys want anything?"

"Pass, but thanks," Mikage says.

"If its not too much trouble, maybe Thai Fusion does sound good right about now," Izaya suggests.

She wonders if his words have a double meaning. Surely it must. The tone is teasing, and his grin is playful. Her heart races a little bit at all the possible meanings but she manages to keep her smile pretty normal. "I'll see what I can do."

As she leaves, Mikage smiles fondly at her best friend. There was just something about her that made her so likeable. "You know," she starts, turning to Izaya. "You guys are pretty similar."

"That so?" Izaya asks. "I don't think I see the resemblance. I think I'm much more handsome than she is."

Mikage scoffs. "Are you jealous of her because I like her more?"

Izaya snorts at this while shaking his head. "The way you like me is different from the way you like her. So even if you like her more in that sense, you like me more in a different sense as well. There is no competition."

"You guys keep making yes or no questions more complicated than they have to be," Mikage flicks Izaya on the forehead, grinning widely when he pouts at her. "Blah blah blah, so much to say without ever saying what you mean to say."

From the window, Izaya sees her staring at them. He carefully drapes an arm around Mikage and pulls her closer. The way Mikage's best friend bristles brings a smile to his face. "You know me too well," he surrenders. He barely had to do anything to push her buttons, she made it too easy.

[nctworststuff]

P-Bestfriend!Kun x gn!reader | G-Fluff | W-Featuring of yangyang | WC-0.75k

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A/n: Just pretend your age is 27,okay?

My feeling

Having a great coffe time with your bestfriend, Kun and Yangyang every evening is enough to make your day. You guys went to the coffe shop. As usual you ordered a hazelnut coffe while Kun and Yangyang ordered an espresso. You and the rest sit at the table number 7, waiting for your turn to take a coffe. The smell of coffe made you feel calm and relax, plus this is the place that you guys always going whenever meet. "So, how old are you guys?" Yangyang start the communication that make you comeback to your sense. You raise your right's eyebrow as you heard his question. Of course he know you and Kun's age "27?" You both answer at the same time "Why?" Kun asked him "Nothing. You two just grow older" Kun rolled his eyes and you just giggled "At least we look young" Kun try to fight his back. Yeah, Kun maybe right "I have a girlfriend" Yangyang said. You and Kun widen your eyes at the sudden statement. You almost choke in the air. How so fast? He just 'kiddos' and younger than you, you thought. But yeah, soulmates not depends on age "Seriously? Since when?" You asked him like you very curious. "About 3 month ago?" He answers. "Congrulation" you and Kun congrulate Yangyang. You still not believe about it, everything just happen so fast after your 4 years friendship "Dont forget to introduce her. I would love to be a friend" You said at him. Yangyang smile and nodded. And everything become silent again. Its not an awkward silent, its a silent that you guys use when dont have a topic to ta about. Until Yangyang ask you two "What about you two?" He giving a slight smirk to you two. You and Kun look at each other in the confusion. "What?" You furrowed your eyes. "Oh come on. I mean, you two almost 30, Im just asking when do you have a girlfriend and boyfriend" he said. You froze for a second when you hearing that. Kun just silent for a moment "Kun? Are you have someone or maybe crush? Just tell me" Yangyang is so evil, Kun thought. "Uhm, no" Kun simply answer. Yangyang raise his eyebrow "Oh, I thought last time you tell me that you have a c-" Kun quickly hit Yangyang's leg with his leg as a signal to tell him that its a secret. Yangyang pause for moment when he do that "Oh yeah sorry, maybe I misheard" you chuckle at their reaction while playing with your tiny finger. You try to not to make a eyecontact with Kun, who was looking at you for so long that make you blush, as if Kun really mean it. "Uhm, y/n? How about you?" Its your turn now "Uhm, me?" "Yeah. Are you have a crush? Or maybe that popular guy in office?" Yangyang asked you "Oh, you mean Aaron? No...he is just a playboy who play a girls around his surrounding" You rolled your eyes when you said the boy name. Aaron is literally a playboy. "Not even crush on anyone?" He asked again "Uhm, I dont know" You said. You have no idea who you crush on, you just accept any people who want to be your boyfriend "That's okay then" he said. And suddenly an evil idea come out to his mind "What about a crush between you two?" Yangyang smirk again. Your cheek heat even more than before, you try to avoid the blush and so are Kun. Whats a nonsense, you thought. No, its not a nonsense thing, its can happen between you two Kun hit Yangyang's arm. "What? You know that it can happen too even you guys are bestfriend. Plus you two look cute and match when together" He wink. You cant take it anymore, your heart never beat so fast like this. You want to go to the toilet to avoid your blush "Im sorry, I want to go to the toilet" you said and quickly go to the toilet. Kun want to call you but you walk so fast. He sigh and look at Yangyang "What?" Yangyang asked him like nothing happen "You're so evil. You just destroy a moment. I thought you are the good secret keeper" Kun rolled his eyes and cover his face with his hand. Yangyang whisper something to Kun's hear "You said you like her right? Just tell her you like her, Im sure she like you too" And yangyang is right

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[moonprincemulti]

You Are Always Mine - Chapter 6

- 23 Nov 2020

- sixth chapter of a series (YAAM)

- catboy/shapeshifter hyunjin & music producer chan

- top chan x bottom hyunjin

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"They're here." Chan's eyes widened as Hyun spoke those words, not believing it to be true at first. "Wha.. they? Who-" "The men.." Hyun whispered softly, his eyes still fixated on the duo that walked in their direction. Chan gulped as he knew Hyun was speaking the truth then. "The men.. who.. changed you?" Hyun's little nod confirmed the anxiety inside of Chan, and he got goosebumps all over his body. He could see the fear in Hyun's expression, following his line of sight to see if he could spot whoever he meant. Hyun felt his heartbeat go up, reaching out to grab Chan's hand. Chan spotted the male duo as well, and for a moment they had made eyecontact. Chan watched the males talk to eachother and then decided the only option was to run away. "Let's go. Let's run." Chan turned around and pulled Hyun along, beginning to run as fast as he could. Hyun stumbled the first few steps as he had been frozen with fear, but he quickly caught up and ran with Chan. They heard some shouting behind them, and Hyun whimpered as flashbacks shot through his mind. "No-" Chan kept running, glancing back for a moment to see the males in full pursuit. He began running even faster, Hyun groaning softly as he tried to keep up. "Why are they here?!" Hyun said in between his pants, Chan shrugging and just turning another corner. "I don't know. Let's shake them off first." Hyun nodded and kept running, trying his best to keep this pace.

As they turned another corner, Chan was relieved as he saw a door to the outside. He bit his lip and kept running, slowing down slightly before reaching the door. He opened it and let Hyun go through the door first, glancing back at the males who just had turned the corner. He smirked and walked outside as well, but was then surprised by two strong arms wrapping around him. He let out a scream out of shock, before he felt a rag of cloth being pressed against his face. He struggled against the person's grip, knowing they definitely had gotten Hyun already. The grip on him got even stronger, and he groaned, taking a deep breath of whatever substance the cloth was drenched in. It only took a few seconds before Chan felt his body go weak, everything going dark. Chan's body was carried towards a van and put in it, next to a similarly unconscious Hyun. The van drove off, transporting the two boys to somewhere unknown. ➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶ Chan was woken up by the sound of a machine whirring, accompanied by soft whimpers. Chan furrowed his eyebrows, opening his eyes but being blinded by the bright tube lights above him. He groaned softly as he got used to the visual, and he heard the whimpers grow into whines. He began looking around, not recognizing where he was. The room was well-lit, but looked incredibly poorly kept, as the cement walls had cracks in them. Chan turned his head to the side, now noticing the oxygen mask that was attached to his face, but he was quickly pulled out of his thoughts as he saw Hyun in a hospital-like chair besides him. A doctor of some sorts was hovering over the younger, a weird drilling machine inching closer and closer to Hyun's arm. Chan wanted to get up to stop the doctor, but he then felt he was being restriscted. His hands, feet, waist and chest had been bound to the chair, so he had no chance in getting up. Chan groaned loudly and struggled against them, getting the attention of the doctor. "Ah, I see you've woken up. Good timing. You can watch the procedure before you experience it yourself." Chan looked at Hyun, who looked back at him with a horrified expression. Chan could see the younger had been crying non-stop, his eyes puffy and red. Chan struggled against the straps once more, hating to be so useless. The doctor focused back on Hyun, but as the door of the room opened, the doctor stopped and faced the second man that had walked in. "Sir, I didn't know you would be here so soon." "Oh shut up Wilson, you couldn't wait to torture him again. Leave the room and come back when I tell you to." The doctor nodded and turned off the drilling machine, walking out of the room then. The door was closed and the doctor looked at Chan and Hyun. "Well well well, we thought we would never see you two again. We've been looking for years after you escaped." The man looked at Hyun, who was stil upset about the whole situation. Chan furrowed his eyebrows, trying to speak with oxygen mask on. "You- how- where are we?" The man walked to Chan, which made Chan freeze slightly, but luckily the man only helped him by removing the mask. "Repeat that for me please." "How do you know us? Where are we?" Chan looked at the man, curious, but also slightly afraid. "I know this blonde haired boy because he is one of our experiments. I know you because you were one of our targets years ago. You are at our lab, where we create beings like your friend." The man smiled gently, glancing at Chan's body. "You would suit a big cat nicely.. sadly we don't have big cat dna yet.." Chan furrowed his eyebrows and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry but.. experiments? You do horrible things to people to experiment? Is this governement approved?" The man laughed and shook his head. "Oh lord no, the government wouldn't approve of this until our experiments prove to be useful. We haven't reached that point yet, but your friend was one of our most succesful ones yet." Hyun whimpered as he tried to get out of his restraints as well, his fear of being caught again and the traumatic memories of the past making him hate this place as much as he thought was possible. He never wanted this again, he never even wanted Chan to be involved with this, but it was all his fault. He shouldn't have stayed with Chan. He should've just stayed a cat, then he would've never been caught. The man looked at Hyun, smirking slightly. "You were so succesful, we were so close to the end, and then you escaped. You ran off like a scared puppy." The man walked to Hyun and glared at him angrily. "You'll pay for that eventually." Chan looked at them and groaned. "Stay away from him you freak. He isn't your property." The doctor raised his eyebrow and looked at Chan. "He isn't? Are you sure about that? I was the one to find his mangled little body, all alone, on the side of the road after a car crash. Parents dead, nobody around.. just this little boy who had no chance of surviving if I didn't take him." Chan listened to the doctor, his mind racing at 100 miles an hour as it felt like Chan could relate to the story. "A...a car crash? Where... where did you find him?" "Australia, your home country." The doctor gasped as he realized Chan hadn't figured it out yet. "Oh I see.. you're confused. You still believe your childhood best friend to be dead. Well, be prepared for a hard wake up call. You're childhood friend is alive and well, right next to you as a hybrid." Chan now could connect all the puzzle pieces and he couldn't believe it. "What? You.. he.." Chan glanced at Hyun. "Hyunjin?" ➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶ Felix sighed as he once again got Chan's voicemail. "What is going on.. no phonecalls, no texts... Where is he?" Felix bit his lip and looked at Minho, who was scrolling through his phone, unaware of the situation. "Minho, are you able to call Chan?" Minho looked up at the other and raised an eyebrow. "What?" Felix sighed and rolled his eyes. "Our friend has been missing for days and you aren't concerned?" Minho blinked and then sat up straight, going to call Chan's phone. "I am concerned, I just thought.. nevermind." Minho heard the ringing tone stop, but he also got Chan's voicemail. Minho shook his head and hung up. "Nope.. also voicemail. You think something bad might've happened?" "Well it's unusual of him to not react for days.. He even missed our monthly chicken and beer night. That never happens." Minho nodded and sighed. "Should we check on him? In his apartment? Maybe he fell and couldn't get up." Felix shook his head. "No no, Hyun would know how to call us." Felix bit his lip and then got up. "Come on, let's go check at his apartment. If he's not there, we'll go to the police." "The police? What will you say to them?" Minho got up as well and walked with Felix. "We'll tell them that our friends is missing and that we are worried. That's what we'll tell them and they better find him. Minho bit his lip and nodded. "Let's hope he is okay. Hyun too." Minho furrowed his eyebrows. "Would it maybe have something to do with Hyun?" Felix looked at Minho, tilting his head. "What? Because he's a shapeshifter?" Minho blinked and froze. "A what?" Felix gulped, realizing only Chan and him knew what Hyun really was. Did he fuck up by telling Minho? "Uh.. nothing. Forget I said that.." Felix quickly began walking towards Chan's apartment, Minho following him with slight confusion.

[schrijverr]

Q&A pt. 2

After a while it’s time for another Q&A where Dean and Cas answer your questions.

Part of the Famous Husband verse, which is also a series.

On AO3.

Ships: Destiel

Warnings: none, but tell me if I missed anything or you want me to tag something!

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“I like could become an angel, but I’d say no, just because I think it would suck to have to answer to God, as a human it’s at least optional.” Dean said as Cas started giggling.

After that the intro rolled, it was a drawn impala that came down the road, it stopped in the middle of the screen and the drawn Dean gave a wink to the viewers, then he sped off again and the smoke was bridge back to the video.

“Hi Hunters and welcome back to yet another Q&A, I’m here with my husband, Cas, to answer some of your questions, so lets get started.” Dean began the video.

“Hello.” Cas nodded, while Dean opened his phone.

“Okay, first up @Spngrl272, who asks: ‘If you were to dye your hair an unnatural color what would it be and why?’ Hm, interesting, what do you think, angel?” Dean said.

Cas thought about it for a moment, then he answered: “Pink, or maybe red, because I think it would be fun mostly, I do not have a specific reason.”

Dean nodded thoughtfully and said: “Yeah, I can see that. I think I would dye it blue, but it would have to be the color of your eyes, because that’s the best color I know.”

Cas blushed and shoved Dean slightly as he said: “You sap.”

“Only for you, darling.” Dean batted his eyelashes over the top, then he turned to his phone and said: “Next one! This is from @reesespuffs1 and they ask: ‘What’s your favourite memory of each other?’ Now that’s a hard one.”

“I agree there are so many to pick from.” Castiel agreed.

A silence fell and it was obvious that a chunk was cut out between then and the answers while they thought about it.

“I have one, but it’s going to sound really cheesy.” Dean said, “It’s from a few years back and we’d just moved here, we finally had our own place, you know. Anyway, it was a Saturday and you were sleeping in, but I woke up early and I was gonna surprise you with a breakfast in bed.”

Cas was smiling softly as Dean talked, but he softly broke it to say: “I remember that, I’d had a horrible week and we’d gone to bed early.”

“Yeah, exactly.” Deans voice had also gone soft, “But the sun was peaking through the curtains and it hit your face and you were just so peaceful and it was totally like a movie scene and it just struck me how lucky I was to have you and that this was real.”

Giving him a quick peck on the cheek, Cas said: “That was kind of cheesy, but also really sweet.”

“I try.” Dean grinned, “So, what do you got?”

“Well, it’s an old one and there were many others, who also had a lot of potential, but this was from before we were dating.” Castiel told him.

“God, that is old.” Dean commented.

“I know, but it was during exam week and I’d fallen asleep at my desk, I knew I did because I remembered thinking ‘oh god this isn’t good, I should go to sleep.”

Cas got interrupted: “That is such an A+ internal monologue.”

“I was very eloquent back then, you might not notice it nowadays, but I was quite the talker.” Cas joked, before he went on: “So I had fallen asleep at my desk, but I awoke to you carrying me to bed, it was briefly and I dropped off again right after, but I never forgot and you never even mentioned it, but it was very sweet.”

“Ahw, thanks.” Dean said, before clearing his throat and reading out: “@Winter_Wolf101 wants to know: ‘What’s the weirdest fan interaction you’ve ever had?’ Had any already, Cas?”

“Not really, unless you count that girl at the supermarket, who I made eyecontact with and she just dropped a thing full of eggs in surprise.” Cas replied.

Dean laughed at that, before he answered: “I think that had to be the time a girl asked me to sign panties and she just handed me a pair, like she carried them around just in case. Note, this was not during a convention or something, she just happened to have one in her pocket.”

“What?” Cas asked.

“I don’t know either, man, that’s why it was so weird.” Dean shrugged.

“That is quite unusual.”

“Next question is from @Why_do_you_want_to_know, who asks: ‘What is Cas’ weirdest habit?’ I think we answered this in the husband tag video and I mentioned your eating habits with burgers.” Dean answered.

“Did you think of a new answer?” Cas asked.

“Lemme think,” Dean hummed, then: “Oh, yeah, Claire mentioned this to me. I hadn’t even noticed until she pointed it out, but that’s just because I haven’t lived without you for over a decade. But you don’t really blink whenever you’re listening to someone.”

“Really?” Cas frowned.

“It’s nothing bothersome or anything and I’m not even sure that counts as a habit, but it is peculiar.” Dean was quick to say.

“I guess, I don’t really feel the need to blink usually.” Cas said thoughtfully.

“Dude just you saying that would have made it into the docu.” Dean grinned, “Which brings us to the next question from @Shazzy_Cat_1903 and they ask: ‘We all know that Cas is an angel, but if Dean were a mythical creature, which would he be?’ What do you think?”

“I would say you’re also an angel, since you’re so caring and nice, but I don’t think you would agree with that.” Cas answered.

“Yeah.” Dean replied, “I like could become an angel, but I’d say no, just because I think it would suck to have to answer to God, as a human it’s at least optional.”

Cas choked on a breath, before he started giggling at that. Getting a glint in his eyes, Dean went on: “Or I’d go full demon, just to make us Romeo and Juliet and God would be sitting on his big throne in heaven just face-palming while you try to sneak around with me, forgetting he’s all knowing.”

Cas giggled some more, but he managed: “No, I’d try to get you to stop being a demon to make it alright again and you’d be grumpy about it.”

Dean laughed too and agreed: “Yes, yes, I would be. Very grumpy that I do not get to be a demon with little horns and a pitchfork.”

“I think that’s about as accurate as an angel having a harp, Dean.” Cas told him with a fond eyeroll.

“Aha, and how would you know that, angel?” Dean joked, getting another eyeroll.

Then more serious, he said: “Maybe I’d be a vampire, they’re cool and if you’re an angel then at least I’m immortal and get to spend forever with you.”

“That would be nice.” Cas said softly, before it cut to Dean reading the next question: “@Destiel_heaven, god, we did that ourselves didn’t we.”

“Technically it was Sam, who came up with it.” Cas said.

Dean pointed into the camera accusingly and said: “If you’re seeing this Sam, this is all your fault.”

A small message appeared: If I recalled correctly it was you, who first said the name out loud for the internet :( XP  ~Sam

“But what did they ask?” Cas asked.

“Uhm,” Deans eyes flickered back to his phone screen, “‘How long have you gone without talking to each other? And if you guys fight, who is the one to apologize first and make up?’”

“I don’t think we don’t talk to each other when we’re mad.” Castiel said.

“Yeah, I’m usually too sad about not seeing you that I try to make up as quickly as I can, and I think you do the same.” Dean agreed.

“But we usually don’t argue about important things, it’s mostly stupid stuff like you using my charger.” Cas said.

“It’s a pretty even balance, I’d say.”

“And I’d agree.”

“Cool, moving on then, @Lightningbugqueen, what a name by the way, wants to know: ‘How have Cas’ students been acting after they found out about Dean?’ Care to enlighten us, dear?” Dean read the next one.

“Mostly the same, it gets hard to be impressed when they have to listen to me talk about American History and force them to do assignments, but there are some questions here and there whenever you upload a video and a few of them did not trust me for the week between you taking a break and your documentary about me.” Castiel answered.

“First time your teacherness saved you from having to be social.” Dean grinned.

Castiel pouted: “I don’t think teacherness is a word, Dean.”

“I thought you taught History not English.” Dean was not deterred.

“I’m not that unsocial.” Cas whined.

“I know, sunshine, but you can be awkward. I meant it as a good thing.” Dean said gently.

It was silent for a beat, then Cas said: “I guess you are right that it is nice that this isn’t effecting work in the classroom. I’d hate to think it would be my fault if they got distracted and failed.”

“You are literally the sweetest person ever when you talk about your students.” Dean told him, getting squinted confused eyes and a cocked head in return.

Dean explained: “You care about them all so much and you want them to succeed, it’s really sweet, honestly.”

“Oh.” Cas didn’t really know what to respond to that, so he just said: “Thank you.”

“No problem.” Dean smiled, before turning back to his phone to read: “@Dean-no-no asks: ‘Does Cas get jealous of all the fans swooning over Dean?’ Only you can answer that one, angel.”

“I wouldn’t call in jealousy per se.” Cas said, getting two raised brows from Dean who remembered that the whole reason Cas barged in on that live stream so long ago was because of jealousy.

“Don’t look at me like that, I wasn’t done yet.” Cas told him, “I wouldn’t call in jealousy, more possessiveness. Jealousy implies that I feel like I don’t get the same attention as your fans, but you do still pay a lot of attention to me, it’s sometimes more that I feel some comments go a bit too far for the connection there is.”

“What?” Dean asked, “I get the start, but that last part.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s- They know a lot more about you then you from them, it’s just how it is, but sometimes comments come across as if you’re both the best of buds and it can go a bit too far in my  opinion.” Cas explained.

“Ah.” Dean got it, “Yeah, sometimes it can be a bit personal or uncomfortable.”

Cas nodded as Dean went on: “Now the last question is from @FanFictionIsLife1234, who asks: ‘What was the moment you realized you were in love with the other?’ Ending on a sappy note.”

“You love sappy notes.” Cas teased lightly.

“I absolutely do, but that’s just between us two. I think I answered this before, about us in the forest, but I’m curious about your answer.” Dean said.

“But that’s when you realized you liked me, when did you realize you loved me, I think that’s different. I knew I liked you when I stayed with you for the holidays and I just never felt more at home and happy than I did that summer, but I knew I loved you when we’d just moved in together and suddenly I realized how domestic we’d gotten.” Castiel answered.

Dean got a thoughtful expression on his face, before he said: “I guess you’re right.”

“Of course I am.” Cas grinned smugly.

“Little bastard.” Dean told him fondly, “But I do like your answer, most people don’t realize it’s the little things that really keep people together.”

“It’s kind of like in The Lord of the Rings, it’s the little things that keeps the evil at bay.” Cas agreed getting a look from Dean, “I’ve spend time with Charlie lately.”

“Ah, yeah that’ll do that to you.” Dean smiled, “But as for my answer, I think, god this is hard, I’ve always loved you it seems and picking something is hard, cause it was this slow built and suddenly I didn’t know how to exist without loving you, you know?”

Cas leaned into his side and said: “That is also a very sweet and good answer.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

It was quiet for a moment, then Dean cleared his throat and said: “Well, I think I’m ending the video now, hopefully you all enjoyed it.”

“I’m sure they did.” Cas smiled, making eyecontact and getting a smile back that could be the definition of hearteyes.

Cutting to the endcard Dean did his outro: “Like this video if you did, leave a comment, hit the subscribe button and ring that bell, there are links to more of me and Cas over here and I’ll see you on the road, bye!”

Then the video ended.

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When Dean talked about loving

Cas my heart exploded, they’re

just made for each other.

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Lollll little demon dean killed me

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THE QUEERS HAVE BEEN FED BY THE GAY OVERLORDS

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If you told me a year ago that

Dean would be sappy with his

husband on main, I’d have

laughed, what a timeline to live in

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Who is that girl with the panties

I feel like I need to know more

about this, wtf

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Dean can carry Cass, get yo self a

swole man

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fuck guess it’s time to write a

Romeo and Juliet angel/demon

AU now, fuck

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This man calls his husband the

sappiest nicknames, little bastard

and dude, get a man who can do

both lol

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theyre so sweet, id puke if it wasnt

so cute

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Cas is my spirit animal when it

comes to social interaction

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[caroline18mars]

A Man On Fire - Chapter 74

“You have got to be kidding me” Steph growled and turned to face her enemy “you know you deserve everything that is happening to you right now” she wagged her finger in front of Harper's face with a vicious grin “and don't worry, he'll cheat on you again and again and again, just like he's done in the past”. Jared blew up at her “are you deaf? I told you to get the fuck out of my house” making her grab her bag and with a sniggering smile of contempt she click-clacked out of the room , swaying her hips extra obvious as if to tell him what exactly it was that was walking out of his life. The door slammed, sending a shiver down her spine, Jared came walking up to her with a gleam in his eyes that had been missing for far too long “you love me? Still? You actually love me?” he licked his lips. Harper batted her eyelashes, he loved how she stood there blushing like a schoolgirl, nothing was fake with this woman, she could try all she liked but in the end she could never hide the truth from him. His hands slowly landed on her hips when he closed the distance and they were toe to toe “I can say the same about you..” she nervously put her hands on his upper arms, “I've always loved you, Harper, then, now, always..I can run to the edge of the world and still there's only one name pounding in my head and that's you, Coco..you're tattooed on my brain, my heart, under my skin”. Coco felt his words tug at her heartstrings, every inch of her skin felt like it was covered in hot lava, and then he lowered his head and closed the last distance between them, his lips covering hers in an electrifying, deep kiss. Time was no longer of the essence, nothing was, the emotion completely overpowered her as her tears started to run down her cheeks, it made him break the kiss “hey..don't cry..” his calloused thumbs wiped the tears from under her eyes. Her watery eyes locked with his compassionate blues “I love you” she whispered, standing on her tiptoes to reconnect again with his hungry mouth, “I love you too..” he breathed, his hands wandering over her body wanting to lift her so he could carry her to his room. “No..not yet” reluctantly she broke the kiss and locked her hand around his wrist to stop him, “ok..” his hand stilled and he refused to break eyecontact with her “you're right, I'm sorry, I got caught up in the heat of the moment”. The ringing of his phone startled them both, looking at the screen Jared raised his eyebrows and handed the phone over to her immediately.

Jared heard her enter the kitchen behind him and instantly stopped with what he was doing, it had been a long call, “what did he say?” he swallowed hard trying to figure out the look on her face, god, don't let it be 'that' call. She didn't say anything, she just sat down and buried her face in her hands with a deep sigh, “Coco?” he walked up to her and caressed her hair, making her lean into his touch “he wants me to come back to NY, he said it's probably my last chance if I ever want to see my father again..”. Jared kissed the top of her head “I see..” and enveloped her in a hug from behind, “I..just..it's just so..why does he keep calling me? I haven't heard from Arno in years and now..” she muttered, her mouth couldn't keep up with the gestures her hands were making in true Italian style. He let go of her and sat down next to her, grabbing her hands as he looked her in the eye “Coco, look at me” she was still too jittery and locked inside her internal struggle to look at him “ will you just look..at..me..” he slowly repeated while squeezing her hands to get her attention. Finally her head lifted and he had what he wanted “what do you want to do?  Forget about your brother or your family, alright? What does Harper Coco want?” he rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand, “I don't know..part of me wants to jump on the first plane over there, but another part just doesn't want anything to do with them anymore..they fucked up my life so much..my father, he's..all that abuse..it's just”. Abuse..the word was out, it was unthinkable that anyone would ever want to raise his hand to her, “every time I let the film of my youth inside my head roll and I feel his hand hit me, my stomach turns and I think: 'you don't deserve my tears or attention, you only deserve to fuckin' rot in hell” she growled, clearly overpowered by the memories. “I understand..take your time, but whatever the decision, I'm behind you all the way” he raised her hand to his lips and kissed it, “thank you” she whispered as she pulled her hand free and snuggled up close to him, she needed to be as close to him as she possibly could right now.

”How is she?” Charles seemed genuinely concerned, “upset as hell, struggling with what her Daddy dearest has put her through all of her life, but apart from that she's ok, I guess” Jared plopped down on his bed, why did he keep calling him? Couldn't he just leave things be?. “I'm glad..” Charles sighed relieved “I know this is probably not the right timing..but I've got to tell you..every single one of her works is gone, completely sold out..I had to put people on a waiting list”. Where was he? She had gotten a bit lost upstairs and she didn't want to open every closed door, this was not her home and respecting someone's privacy was always top of her list, “wait..what?” she heard Jared's melodic voice drift out of a room somewhere a little further down the corridor. That beautiful head of hers popped up in the doorway and his heart instantly started thumping in his chest, how beautiful was she? He so didn't deserve her, “I've gotta go, talk to you later” he didn't wait for Charles response to disconnect the call. “I didn't mean to interrupt your call” she hesitated to walk in but she couldn't keep her eyes off the breathtaking décor inside, so this was his bedroom? It was practically the size of her loft, “you..” he got up off the bed and walked up to her “never interrupt, you're my priority” seizing her lips in a fierce kiss. “Is this your bedroom” she licked her lips savouring the kiss when they came up for air, Jared grinned as he followed her stare “yes it is, I won't give you the grand tour but I can definitely show you how soft the mattress is?” he wiggled his eyebrows suggesting some much needed bodily action.

“I don't know what to do..” she let her indexfinger trail down from his chin to his chest, “one part of me wants to go to New York and the other part wants to curl up into a little ball and hide away, what am I to do?”. Softly she laid her head against his chest, needing to be held, needing guidance, “hiding away is not an option, that's not gonna help you or this whole situation” he slowly caressed her back and thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of her warm breath flowing over his chest. “So you think I should go back to New York, is that what you're saying? Are you trying to get rid of me already?” she sulked, “whoa, hold on a second, can we rewind just a little?!” he grinned and took a step back so he had her full attention. “I'm not doing anything, you're asking me for help, and that's exactly what I'm offering, so why don't I help you make a list of all the pro's and the con's?” he sat her down on the bed and took a deep breath, “nah..I think I already know what I need to do, but that don't mean I have to like it..or even want to do it” she shrugged and bit her lip. “So, you're thinking of..” he needed to hear her say it for some reason, “going back to New York, yeah, even though I already know now that I'll be regretting it for the rest of my life..but then again, I also know that I'll never forgive myself if I stay here and he dies..” she finished his sentence. Take me with you, please, don't leave LA without me, I've only just got you back, I don't want to lose you again “makes sense” was all he could say right now, “oh Jay, I've only just got here and we had so little time together..even thinking of flying back already, makes me want to throw up, I can't do this alone..I know it's a lot to ask and I'll completely understand if you won't or can't but will you..”, he was the one to finish her sentence now “of course I'll come to New York with you, I won't let you do this alone”.

A suitcase, a private plane, take off and airborne, all in just a couple of hours, underneath them America whizzed by at 500 miles an hour, closer to home again, but the furthest removed from what should have always been her real home, physically she was getting closer to her father or family but mentally she was still so terribly detached and that wasn't about to change anytime soon. “I forgot to tell you something..” Jared pulled her out of her daydream, “oh..?” she shuffled in her seat, “Charles..called me right before we left, the exhibition is completely sold out, he even had to put people on a waiting list..seems like you finally had your break” he grabbed her hand and kissed it. “No..what? Really? Oh my..” her big brown eyes drilled into his, her free hand clasped over her mouth “but..how?..ever since..what happened, I didn't even think about my work anymore, because Daddy dearest just had to spoil things” the venom in her voice touched him. “How? That's simple, you're the one who made all that beauty..I was smart enough to buy a few too, thank god” he grinned against her lips, “You? But you didn't have to buy anything, I would have given them to you..which one?”. Her work was all sold out, really? She still couldn't get her head around it, “you mean which ones?” he wiggled his eyebrows “seriously, I bought two..my mother really wanted the one where I look like the new Messiah, so I bought that for her and for myself I bought the other real disturbing one where I seem to be screaming, that one is soooo good”. So she actually meant something to him, just thinking that they weren't even together at the time, and yet he had shown up and had even bought two paintings without her knowing, god she loved him so much, was this the one? Yes Harper, trust yourself for once, he definitely is the ONE!. “Your mother? She wasn't there..oh..right” her penny dropped “digital times..right, I get it”.  He saw the flight attendant move towards them to inform them of the imminent descent so he quickly stole a kiss from her lips “you've finally had your break, kiddo, and you deserve every single minute of it, so how does it feel to be rich?”.

Everything was taken care of as soon as they landed in New York, there was a car waiting for them, she didn't have to lift a single finger, all she had to do was crawl into his arms in the backseat of the car when she got a bit panicky realizing she was on her way to her biggest nemesis and the dire straits he and the rest of her family were in. “Tell me it's gonna be alright?” she whispered, he could actually feel her heart beat through his shirt, “If I knew it was, I would tell you straight away, trust me..but I can't, all I know is that I'm gonna be with you every step of the way”. Harper moaned a little as she sat up “That's a comfort and I'm ever so grateful”, seeing that they had arrived at the hospital, had her heart thumping in her throat all of a sudden. The car pulled to the curb “we're here..you ready?” Jared gave her hand a squeeze but when he wanted to open the door, she stopped him “Wait!” and her voice trembled. “What is it?” he breathed, scared she had changed her mind, “I just..” she took another deep breath “I'm just scared that all this..is gonna have its' effect on our relationship, we've only just got back together and..” she rattled herself in a panic attack. “Harper, babe..” he cupped her face so he could look her in the eye by the dim light inside the car “listen to me, no matter what happens, it's not gonna break us up, I promise..they don't have that kind of power over you and neither should you let them” he whispered. “You're the strongest person I know, so you can do this and I just want you to know that I'm with you every step of the way, ok?” he saw her confidence grow with every heartfelt word and finally she fiercely nodded. “Come on, we should go inside, and remember, it's you and me, alright?”.

[thedyingtimelady]

You are ours- The Protectors

Chapter 1  (Please check out the prolog under the Hashtag “the protectors” :3)’

Classic Doctors x F!Reader Story (Mary Ann) The room was almost silent, while they are watching me. I didn’t broke the Eyecontact with One, but I felt and heard how one of them came closer.A hand was grabbing my wrist and pulling me to his side. I felt a hand on my back. "Where is my "welcome back kiss"?", Six asked cheeky and his face came closer to mine. Suddenly, I was pulled back and felt a big chest on my back."You shouldn’t just grab her like that! What if she gets bruises because of you? Can’t you be more careful?", Three growled between his teeth. My heart was racing, as I looked up and saw the five other men’s Infront of me.  "Come on Three. Let her go. I want a kiss.", Six said annoyed and took a step forward. "Fancy pants!", Two suddenly screamed and looked very angry. "You better let her go!", while he was walking towards us, his hand wiggle around the air. Two looked up to Three, because he was so much smaller than him."Don’t touch her like that! You should know that.", he frowned his forehead. Then he turned his head to me and smiled softly."Hey Honey. It’s too long since we saw each other. Do you want to drink a cup of delicious tea with me? I got some new flavours."While Two was sweettalking me, he pulled me to himself and took my hand softly in his, leading me to One's desk. He was smiling the whole time and I couldn’t help, but blushing by this handsome man. His short black hair looked fluffy and his beautiful eyes didn’t make it better. Suddenly, I had a feeling, that I wanted to kiss him. Very, Very Badly. But I couldn’t! They protect me! They are technically my bosses! I shook my head slightly and sigh. "I have to go to work again. Is there something you want from me, One?", I asked him and looked in his direction. Now I was standing behind his desk, right next to him. Two had let go my hands and was walking back to the group. One waves his hand to signal me to come closer to him. My heart was racing again, as I came closer and bowed down, so I could look in his eyes. One grabbed my arm softly and pulled me on his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist. I made a squish noise and looked at the table, because I was too embarrassed to look up to the guys, who were standing Infront of the desk. What was going on? Why did he do that? Suddenly, he gave me a kiss on my neck and I shivered. He whispers in my ear.“You are ours. Don’t forget that. I heard about Jim the other day” A cold knot began to spine in my stomach. I started to stutter and shut my eyes. “Its nothing! I swear! He was just nice to me, because I needed help with some heavy stuff! He doesn’t know the rules!”, my voice got a bit louder than I wanted. People disappear when they get to close to me. Man or Woman, it doesn’t matter. When someone is very interested in me, coming closer to me or trying to kiss me, they disappear. Its like, they never existed, ever. Nobody is remembering them. Only me. The First time, I realized what is going on, was, when I worked in the restaurant. Seven manage it, he is great in cooking and serving. There was a young Cook, who was flirting with me. She was very pretty and I got very nervous around her. One day, she came to me and asked me for a date, while Seven was cutting some vegetables. I said politely, that I wasn’t interested, then she response: “Come on. You are cute. And I love cute. I want a date with you. I heard you never dated Women before, so that’s your chance! Take it!” “I´m Sorry, but I like someone else! You are very pretty, so I am sure you will find someone else” She opened her mouth, but I stopped her. “Don’t say something, that you could regret later. I said No. Accept it.”, I was annoyed, took the dish, what was ready and was going outside to serve it. The next day, when I walked inside the kitchen, she wasn’t there. Susan and Seven were there and prepared some food for the dinner rush. “Morning Susan. Did you see Gabby? I wanted to ask her about the meat, what was going to be delivered in three hours.” Susan, a lovely middle-aged lady, turned to me and looking confused. “Who is Gabby?” Now I was confused. “Gabby. Gabby Newport. Our cook.” “We never had a Gabby here as a cook, right chef?”, she was looking at Seven. He nodded. I blinked very confused, but before I could say something, Susan walked out of the kitchen. I turned to Seven. He smiled at me, put the knife away, what he was holding and came closer. “Nobody will remember Gabby. She is history, okay? Don’t worry about her. She will never disturb you again.” I opened my mouth in shock. D-Did he killed her? No. That can’t be. Susan wasn’t looking nervous or frightened. She was a person, who couldn’t hide her feelings or lie. “How did you-“ He gave me a kiss on my lips. Suddenly, my head was spinning, trying to figure out, what was going on. While my brain tried to keep cool and focus on the whole thing, my heart was pouting. I found myself holding Seven closer to me, ruffle his hair with my hands, while sighting in the kiss. I felt, how he smiled in the kiss, pressing me against the table. Then he stopped. My head was screaming for more, but in the same time, I was woken up from some kind of trance. I didn’t figure out what it was. “You don’t need to worry for everything, okay? We protect you. And we love you.”, he said, then turned around and prepared more food. Susan came in and helped him. It was like nothing happened. This kind of things happened again and again. repeating. Someone was interested in me. Coming to close, when I didn’t want it, or they still tried to flirt with me. They disappear. The Protector of the Area giving me affection and in the end of the day, I stay there, not knowing what do to. “Please. Please don’t let him disappear. I swear, he doesn’t want me. I swear.” “And why do you think, that is the truth?!”, One asked me, while stroking my waist. A big growling was echoing through the room. I looked up to the others, seeing how furious they were. This was the first time, I would fight against them. I like Jim. He was nice to me. He and Lillian are my friends. “He found out that he is Asexual! His parents kicked him out, because of it. He was confused, thought he may be broken. He knew, that sex was something what happens in a relationship. I told him, that he isn’t broken. Sex doesn’t define us. Our actions and our words define us. What we doing, why we are doing things. Love Define us. Friendship, Family, Love interest! I will NOT let you take him away from me! He is my friend and not a villain or a rival!”, I started to shout more. The smoke disappeared from the room; the dark, sexual atmosphere was gone.

I was in rage. I grabbed One´s hands and ripped them from my waist and got up. I opened the curtains, let the sun flowed the whole room. I turned around, looking in Seven shocked faces. Now I realized, that Eight wasn’t here. But I would find him later. “I have enough. ENOUGH. I don’t know what you are playing with me. I don’t know why this is all happening. I´m not going to lie”, I blushed while saying the next words. “I like you all. I believe there is something connecting us. I have the feeling of belonging to you. I will always look for you. And you know, how… I can’t resist you.” Then I was serious again: “But! I will not let anyone of you taking my friends away. Do what you want. But let my friends out of that. Leave them alone! This is an order! You are my Protectors, so want you to protect not only me, but my friends too!” Silent. Then nodding and murmurs. One got up from his chair and hold his jacket with both hands. ‘ “Are you want my dear”, he said simple. Then he came to me and gave me a kiss. My head was spinning again, I grabbed his waistcoat to pull him closer. When he broke the kiss, I realize, I was sitting on his desk. How did he do that? I stared at him, but he only smiled. “Today you will work with Five. The cricket teams need some refreshments, so you will sell drinks today, okay?”, he asked me softly. I simply nodded. I felt a hand on my shoulder, so I turned my head and looked at Fives smiling face. His blonde hair was combed and he looked just wonderful. “Then Milady. Let’s go”, she said softly, pulling me on my feet. With his hand resting on my back, he leaded me out of the room. Before he could close the door, I saw everyone looking after me. Then door shuts and Five and I were walking to elevator, in the direction to the cricket fields. ��  

[wolftheidioticfan]

Okay got my writing groove back here we go more cringe!!!! Once again I’m so cringe and have a lot of headcanons. (The one prominent here is that The Camerlengo gardens as a hobby.)

Set after the Kobold’s Pact ending.

Leaving behind an awful curse is great, but...the possibility of leaving friends isn’t quite as great of a concept.

I was very tired writing this but that’s fine. we...write things. it’s fine.

The jester chuckled softly to himself, tucking the bundle of flowers gently under his cloak as he walked, keeping them as hidden from view as he could manage. It was strange, Patronio thought to himself as he kept pace across the cobblestone path, finally being around the world again in this form.

Even stranger, no one even batted an eye at the strangely dressed man as he waltz through the town square, slowly disappearing off into the woods.

Of course, he had expected to be long gone from this side of the country by now as well. But, things never really went according to plan, did they? He hadn’t accounted the curse to only really…free himself, either. He was expecting everyone in that blasted castle to go back to normal, able to move away and leave this all behind.

Yet.

It was only him.

He was thankful, of course of course. The young Count was so wonderful and kind for letting him free, taking on such a horrid curse for himself-- but did it not feel selfish if it hadn’t let his friend and the others there free as well? Alas, Patronio still planned to leave the castle, settle down somewhere far nicer. The plan, however, had changed. He wasn’t going to leave this awful place behind forever, after all. He couldn’t just leave everyone he had grown fond of. It would not be fair at all.

No, the jester would visit every once in a while. Just to see them all, and make sure the young Count was well. He owed that very brave child so much, of course.

With a hum and a couple cracks of the twigs under his boots, Patronio made his way to the hidden path towards Tenebre, glancing up at the tall, ugly structure as it came into full view. He scrunched his nose slightly at it, noting how much...calmer it seemed without the curse. Lucky for everyone inside, he supposed. Those awful trials, and eternal night was gone finally, returning the place somewhat to its former glory.

It made it a little less terrible to come back into, he supposed, even if this wasn’t his favorite place to be  returning to.

There was a door now, blocking folks from just walking in now that there was a Count living in Tenebre. Patronio admired the oak wood softly, looking at the intricate carved details upon it. Lovely, all things considered, and raising a fist, he knocked once, then twice.

…

A servant answered meekly, perking up slightly upon seeing the jester at the door. He gave a soft smile, happy that they all were able to communicate once more...even if their looks still weren’t exactly fixed.

“Hello,” He bowed, “I’ve come for a quick visit, may I enter?”

The servant nodded enthusiastically, motioning him inside as they stepped away from the door, allowing the jester to walk within the castle walls. He hummed, admiring the torches along the walls and the much more...homely feeling the place now carried. The curse really had dimmed the place down quite a bit, hadn’t it?

“Oh! Where is our young Count, by the way?” Patronio questioned, gently gripping the shoulder of the taller being, “I have a message for him!”

“O-Oh, Count Hans is v-very busy!” The servant stuttered softly, still adjusting to their new voice, “I-I can carry your message h-however...”

Ah, of course he was busy. New responsibilities, new home to get used to. He’d have to visit again when the child was more settled in. He still felt he owed him for everything.

“I see, I see, well in that case,” The jester cleared his throat, “Can you let him know I brought his mother the gold? And that she had a message of her own to give? ‘Please tell my son that I am so, so proud of him’.”

The servant dipped their head in acknowledgment, quickly scurrying away and disappearing into the hallways. Easy enough, though he wished he had been able to give the news to the Count himself.

Adjusting the flowers in his cloak carefully, checking them for any damage, he continued through the halls towards the garden. Well, now to the main goal of this visit, he figured.

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Patronio’s boots clicked softly on the path in the garden, sighing softly as the scent of the various flora hit him. The garden was always the calmest, nicest part of Tenebre, even back during the times of the curse.  A soft breeze lifted the bottom half of his cloak, ruffling the red fabric as he glanced around.

Ah. There he was. The tall form of The Camerlengo was always incredibly hard to miss, even when crouched down by one of his various flowers or bushes. The jester smiled, softly coughing to gain the tall man’s attention.

“Oh!” He stood quickly, giving the other a quizzical look, “The Camerlengo thought you would have been long gone by now, Jester.”

“Well,” Patronio hummed, fidgeting with the bouquet in his hand, “I wouldn’t leave without a proper goodbye, you know! This castle has been my family, for better or for worse.”

“He sees, of course! He should not have doubted your actions.”

He chuckled in response, “I wouldn’t just leave you behind like that- Also ah...It’s...Patronio. Like you heard Hans call me.”

The Camerlengo grinned, clasping his hands together, “Oh! Yes, that’s right. He never knew your name until then, such an odd change.”

The jester noticed the strange tinge of sadness in his friend’s voice, recognizing the reasoning for such. He had to admit, he never thought leaving Tenebre behind would be this hard either.

Then again, he had planned to be leaving with his friends, not without them.

“Outside is very nice so far,” He began, “I had a wonderful time visiting the town square nearby, and well-”

He motioned to the garden, “I know how much you like your flowers,  so I might’ve...gotten some! For you.”

“You did?” The tall man perked up excitedly, holding his large claw-like hands out, “Show!”

Patronio chuckled, gently lifting his cloak to pull out the bundle of small blue flowers. A petal drifted off from the friction and action of handing them off.

“They’re uh-” His voice was quickly cut off by The Camerlengo, eyes darting to the soft, saddened look his friend held. This wasn’t exactly the reaction he expected to his gift.

“Forget-Me-Nots. Yes. He knows what they are.”

The jester shuffled awkwardly on his feet, watching the taller man carefully place the tiny blue flowers on the marble bench, now refusing to make eyecontact at all. His chest tightened a little at the action. Was he unhappy with this gift?…

“...Do you like them?” He coughed softly, trying to break the awkward tension.

“Yes. The Camerlengo loves them very dearly. But-...”

A hand yanked the shorter man forwards, thumping awkwardly against the other from the unexpected force. He glanced up, frowning with a confused expression.

“But…?”

“...You are going to leave soon, yes?”

“That is true.”

“Away from even the village?”

“Possibly, yes.”

“H...How far?”

Patronio’s eyes furrowed at the noticeable voice crack,  carefully considering his words. Why was this so difficult? He dreamed of escaping this castle, never to come back to this countryside for as long as he lived his new life-

Yet now he felt horrible. His heart ached.

“I’m...Not sure,” He sighed, “Not too far, I imagine. I want to make it easy to travel between there and here, you know.”

“Patronio-...Do not do that because of us. He knows you want to leave, far far away. Away from this castle and your curse.”

“What? I’m doing it because I want to still see you, and the others-”

“But it’s not your plan, is it?”

“No...Not exactly. This wasn’t what I had planned after this curse.”

The Camerlengo released the small jester, placing a hand on each shoulder as if he were saying something incredibly important.

“Well! Then, you are to leave far away! And live a happy life, and forget this dreadful castle!”

Patronio tilted his head, “That’s not what I want, either.”

“But you had a plan-”

“The plan was to leave with everyone, Camerlengo. But you’re all...stuck here.  I’m not going to live a peaceful life without my friends.

I am going to leave this castle, but only as my home,” The jester pulled gently on the red coat, pulling his friend down for a more comfortable hug, “I’m still going to visit. And often, my friend. It’s not going to be goodbye forever. This is simply a parting gift, for now.”

He winced slightly as the taller man practically crushed him in the hug, followed by a soft chuckle from both.

“Well! If we are giving parting gifts, then he has one for you as well!”

The jester’s eyebrow arched in confusion at the words, mumbling as he felt the other move a bit, “What do you mean by that?”

A sudden peck on the cheek shocked him slightly, hand moving up to touch the very obvious lipstick mark that had been left. What? Why?

“What- why- Camerlengo!” He half exclaimed, glaring up as his friend snickered, backing up to retrieve the Forget-Me-Nots, most likely to begin planting the flowers.

“You gave The Camerlengo a gift he shan’t forget, and so he gave an equal gift!”

“What? That’s- What do you mean by that?”

“Well, you won’t forget that, will you?”

He groaned, staring at the flowers with a scowl, “Oh haha I get it. I gave you Forget-Me-Nots, very funny.”

“Hehe, he knew you would get the joke!”

“You know what! Maybe I should’ve left without a word,” Patronio stuck his tongue out after his sarcastic remark.

“Oh! Don’t be so scornful! It is very rude.”

After a moment of silence, a couple of snickers broke loose between the two.

This...definitely wasn’t apart of the plan he had all those years ago.

But, that was just fine.

[jekunitrash]

Chaos in the Alicein household_Chapter 4

It had been two weeks since Mikuni and Jeje came back. Everything was slowly returning the way it was before, the two brothers would play games in the afternoon and when the time would come for Misono to do his homework, the blonde would either talk with Lily and Jeje or play with the children. Surprisingly enough, they never questioned him too much on where he had been this whole time and what he had been doing. They were happy just listening to him talking about random things, and Mikuni made them laugh by listing all the pranks he played on Jeje. Said vampire wasn't amused. 

They also thought about closing the shop but the blonde said it would be a waste, and that he would just open it when Misono was at school, like a part-time job. He didn't want to stay home doing nothing of his days, eventhough everyone told him it was fine. Jeje for his part just complied to whatever his eve said. Besides, he could make bottled ships which was kind of a hobby to him. 

So everything was going well in the Alicein household except from the fact that Mikado wasn't at home very often because of "family affairs", as he said. But it wasn't much of a problem for the others since they were used to it and Mikuni wasn't that comfortable around him. They still needed some time to adjust to their new situation, it seemed. Anyways, the servamps and eves were having dinner when Misono brought something up. 

-"Hey, I was thinking. How about we throw a party and invite the other pairs? It's been a while since we last saw them and it was after the war against Tsubaki. It would be nice to see each others for something else than battle. " 

"Oh, great idea Misono!" Lily exclaimed, " I'm so proud of you for suggesting that, you always act like a tsundere-"

"Shut up Lily!" The teen yelled at him, visibly embarassed by the vampire's comment. Mikuni chimed in, feeling like teasing his cute and blushing brother.

"But he is right though, Misono! It's so unexpected of you to suggest something like a party, I mean, you're shy and all-"

"YOU TOO, SHUT YOUR MOUTH !" Now he was really annoyed. 

Jeje sighed at them but he was admittedly amused. Seeing his eve laugh like this was satisfying and he briefly felt flutters in his stomach. It was a strange but not displeasing feeling, and he found himself unable to put a name on it. He was pulled out of his reflexion when more yelling erupted in the room. 

-"Why the hell would you want to invite this bastard Tsurugi, little brother ?!"

'Ah. This is going to be troublesome...' the servamp of envy thought. He knew how the C3's hound dog ( well at least he wasn't being used by Touma anymore) and his eve acted around each other. Incessant banter and death threats, that was it. 'Why did Misono have to bring him up, ugh.'

-" Oh come on, Mikuni. Don't you think it's about time you two start interacting normally ? Besides, you agreed that we invite the Melancholy team, why not the C3? Well except for  Touma of course. I can't forgive this bastard." Misono tried to reason his brother. However, his efforts went to waste as Mikuni seemed to have already set his mind.

"Forget it, I'm not going to see him even if you're the one to ask. We could never understand each other anyway. " he declared before leaving the room. 

The lust pair sat there dumbfounded while Jeje stared in the void, thinking hard. It wasn't new that Mikuni and Tsurugi didn't get along but his eve's reaction was excessive, even to him. And it wasn't that bad when they worked together. Sure Mikuni was opposed to his methods and often said he found him disgusting but he was also worried when he got hurt. That's why he didn't understand how the two men's relationship had deteriorated that much. 'Something must have happened, but what?' Jeje was always with his eve, surely he would know if anything serious happened. 'Well it won't help to stay here'. He stood up and quietly apologized to the other two before going to his eve's room.

As expected, the door was closed. Jeje knocked on it, not willing to upset the blonde more by entering without permission. He got a hum from Mikuni and took it that he could come in. The door creaked when he opened it, which at least made the blonde look at him. He even cracked a smile and if Jeje didn't know better, he would have thought he had already calmed down.

-"Want blood?" Mikuni asked, it was obvious that he was trying to avoid any conversation regarding Tsurugi and himself. 

Jeje merely growled at this before coming closer to the bed in which Mikuni was lying. He wasn't in the mood for jokes, eventhough the perspective of drinking blood later in the night was rather appealing. But first he was going to make his eve talk.

-"Why are you upset?" 

"I'm not-"

"Yes you are." Jeje cut him before he could give any fake excuse to his behaviour. Maybe he was being assertive but he didn't care. It was Mikuni who had said he trusted him, and that he wanted them to act like real partners. He wasn't going to let him come back on his word.

"I'm going to stay there until you tell me what is wrong." God he was speaking a lot lately.

Mikuni snorted at that and turned on his side so he was facing the wall.

-"Oh please. I'm the master here, remember ? You don't have to order me about. Besides, what does it matter to you?"

And that was it for Jeje. 'What does it matter to you',  those few words made him incredibly angry. Not at Mikuni himself but because his feelings (whatever they are) were being doubted by the person he cared the most about. He grabbed him by the shoulder, turned him on his back and pinned him to the bed, firmly holding his wrists. The blonde gaped at him, he clearly wasn't expecting that. 

-"Jeje, what...?"

The servamp didn't answer, he didn't understand why he reacted like this either. His eve drove him crazy in every possible way. One minute ago he felt angry because of what he said and now that the blonde was looking at him, eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty written on his face, he almost regretted. 

-"Jeje..." 

Crap, he should say something. The problem is, he has no idea what. What's worse is that he can't even look away from him. His gaze is locked on Mikuni, only Mikuni, to the point where everything else ceases to exist. He feels the same flutters as earlier during dinner, and unconsciously lets go of his wrists while bending down. He comes back to his senses when he feels Mikuni's forehead against his, and freezes when he realises his body has been moving on its own. 

'What the hell was I going to do?' 

-"Jeje."

They make eyecontact and it's as if Mikuni wasn't bothered by this in the slightest. He is staring at his servamp intensly, and the latter can't tell what emotion is reflected in those beautiful eyes. Wait, did he really think that just now?

-"Jeje" Mikuni says for the umpteenth time tonight. 

-"I'm sorry, Jeje. I didn't want to sound mean." He says that while caressing the servamp's cheek and Jeje is astonished by the fact that once again, he was able to understand him eventhough he hadn't said anything. He shakes his head before placing his hand on top of Mikuni's, enjoying the warmth emanating from him.

-"It's fine... I wasn't angry at you... I  thought you would tell me what was wrong." His voice was almost a whisper but the other man could perfectly hear it.

-" I know... it's just that I don't feel ready to talk with him. We're nothing alike, and he used to do horrible things under Touma's orders. And also..." He pauses, not sure if he should finish that sentence or not. He doesn't know how will Jeje react. 

-"Also what?" The vampire asks. 

Mikuni takes a deep breath before answering.

-" One time he used his spells too much during a mission and I went to visit him in the infirmary. He was really out of it, I think he didn't recognize me. He must have had mistaken me for an enemy because I totally thought he was going to kill me. Other sorcerers restrained him but it was hella scary." He said all that looking to the side so he didn't know what kind of expression Jeje had.

-"... And you only tell me this now?"

-"Huh ?" He turned his head to the servamp who clearly wasn't pleased.

-"It's my job to protect you. How did you even think it was a good idea to go by yourself in the first place?!" Jeje was frustrated. He wanted to protect his man-child of an eve but right now he felt useless. What if Tsurugi had hurt him that day?

-"It's okay, Jeje. I didn't get the tiniest scratch. And he didn't do it on purpose. I was just scared back then and never knew how to make things better. I guess that's another thing I will have to work on." He finished with a small smile and intertwined his fingers with the servamp's. Said vampire squeezed back before resting his head on Mikuni's shoulder. He wouldn't mind sleeping like this, the blonde's smell was relaxing. It seemed his eve shared his opinion as he whispered to him: 

-"Jeje... can we stay like this, just for tonight?" 

-"I thought you were the master." He said teasingly.

Mikuni huffed but chuckled. A sound Jeje loved. He was going to have a serious talk about feelings with Lily tomorrow morning. For now he just wanted to give his eve the attention he needed. He adjusted their position so they were both lying on their sides, Mikuni's head against his chest. He wrapped one arm around his waist, bringing him even closer. The blonde sighed in content, he felt safe in his servamp's embrace.  

-"Mikuni."

"Mmh?"

"Don't you ever think I don't care about you again. " Jeje said, and there was no contesting it.

-"Okay. Thank you Jeje. "

 They fell asleep together this night, both with a satisfied smile on their faces.

So, I reposted chapter 3 and 4 today and will most likely publish them two by two from now on. I actually have 34 chapters of this story on my Wattpad account but won't put them all at once because... well, because. (I'm a prick btw)

[she-is-tim]

P.S. I miss you | Elu Online friends AU | Ch.4

Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3

It’s been since a month now that Eliott started to talk to this interesting boy on instagram. They get along well and it’s just a safe place for him to go back to when things are getting too much in his life. But january is here and he’s about to start at his new school. What he doesn’t expect is to bump into the person he’s been texting with. Suddenly Eliott’s life going upside down as he both tries to approach and avoid Lucas at the same time.

Side note: I tried to stick to one header pic, but I am just a sucker for making these, so... yeah

Just friends

Eliott was obviously expecting people asking questions about him and Lucas, but it still got him off guard when Daphné basically dragged him into the common room. When he finally realized what is happening, he was standing in front of four girls, three of them having sparks in their eyes, while the fourth one, Imane actually kept shooting him questioning looks. The tall boy wanted the ground to swallow him. It took him almost a minute to notice that Lucas was in there also, sitting on a table, eyes fixed on him and a smug little smile appearing on his face. Eliott felt his heart skip a beat. Was it even legal for a closeted gay boy to be this fucking flirtatious? 

“So, details!” Daphné claimed, eyes wide and full of excitement, she even leant forward like she wouldn’t hear Eliott’s words otherwise. The boy looked at his friend for help, because he suddenly got really anxious from all the attention directed towards him. 

“There are no details, Daphy.” Lucas talked, finally taking pity on the older boy, who now sighed in relief, slowly backing off from the girls and towards him. “We were hanging out, end of story.” he shrugged like it was no big deal.

“Yeah, since when are you hanging out with strangers and post pictures of them on your insta?” Imane asked, raising her eyebrows and crossing her arms.

“I never said he’s a stranger.” Lucas replied, also raising his brows. 

“How do you two know each other then?” Alexia asked now, dying to get some more information about them. Eliott decided to let the short boy handle the situation, so he just took his place next to him, leaning his hips against the table that he was sitting on. 

“Through insta.” he shrugged. “It’s a long story and none of your business anyways.” he continued and scooted just a tiny bit closer to Eliott so his thighs were just next to his left hand. He wasn’t playing fair for sure. 

“So you two are dating?” Daphné finally asked the question that was hanging in the air since Eliott arrived. He didn’t say a word, keeping him to his own decision that he’s going to let Lucas handle this, since these girls were his friends. 

“We are just friends.” the short boy answered way too quickly and Eliott could feel his knees nudging his side softly. He looked at him, but he faced forward, staring at the girls in front of them, but a small smile was tugging on his lips. 

“That’s true.” Eliott added now, turning his head to the girls too. “And we were just drinking and smoking yesterday, nothing special.” he said, trying to sound as nonchalant as he just could, but it wasn’t easy with the boy next to him slightly moving closer to him. 

“Okay, cool.” Daphné breathed out, seemingly believing to the boys. “It would be a shame for us girls if the two hottest guy in the school would date each other.” she said smirking to which Imane shot her a disapproving look, while Emma and Alexia laughed. 

“Are you dumb or what?” the muslim girl asked, still not believing the stupidity of her friend. 

“What?” Daphné had sheer confusion on her face which now made the boys laugh too. 

“You can’t say things like that.” Alexia answered between two giggles. “It’s not appropriate.” 

“Why? I was being honest.” she mumbled, pouting at her friends sadly. 

“It’s okay, Daphy. We get what you were trying to say.” Lucas said softly and hopped off the table. “I should get going now. You coming?” he looked at Eliott who was still leaning on the table. 

“Yeah, sure.” he pushed himself forward, shooting a soft smile at the four girls. “See you later.” he said and followed the short one out of the common room. 

When they were far enough, they started laughing. Both of them couldn’t hold it back anymore, because that was just the funniest thing ever. It took them minutes to stop, wiping off tears that spilled out from the heavy laughs and then they looked at each other. Eliott leaned to the lockers behind him, while Lucas was standing in front of him with a big smile on his face. 

“That was fun.” 

“More like awkward.” the tall boy sighed, but couldn’t stop smiling. “You have some really nosy friends.” 

“They are girls, Eliott, of course they are nosy.” he smirked and stepped closer to him. Eliott felt butterflies in his stomach. “And even if they are my friends, they have no right to ask about us.” 

“So there is us now?” he raised an eyebrow, trying to sound playful, but the look on the other’s face made his heart beat faster. 

“There is always us, Eliott.” he almost whispered those words, taking another step forward, being dangerously close to him. He could feel his heartbeat thumping in his ears, making it impossible for him to hear anything, but it was fine, because Lucas was there in front of him. Time seemed to slow down as the short boy placed his hands on the lockers, caging Eliott and raised up on his tiptoes, leaning forward. The tall boy closed his eyes, parting his lips, being ready to be kissed, when the door next to them shot open with a loud bang, startling them out of their little bubble. Lucas smirked at him and just like nothing happened, he ran his fingers over Eliott’s arm while pulling back and walked away. “See you later.” he said over his shoulder and disappeared in the crowd of students. 

It was lunch time and Eliott still couldn’t forget about that almost kiss this morning with Lucas. He tried so hard to forget about it, but his damn mind kept going back, replaying the scene in an endless loop. Just like always, he shared a table with Alex and his friends, but this time he didn’t even try to join their conversation. Not like he didn’t wanted to, but he knew that he would not be able to focus on anything these people say. Also he needed to force himself not to look up and search for a certain pair of blue eyes in the cafeteria. 

He got startled when his phone started buzzing in his pocket. Luckily the others were in a deep conversation about something, probably Alex’s party this friday, because he could hear the words ‘hookup’ and ‘getting wasted’. He pulled the device out of his pocket and checked his messages. The amount of self control he had almost wasn’t enough to hold himself back from snapping his head up and look over to Lucas table. This boy is going to be the death of him. 

lucallemant Not even a glance at me?  I feel offended, sir 

srodulv Can’t you just eat in peace? 

lucallemant I’m not so hungry Well, not for food at least 

Eliott couldn’t believe the audacity of this kid. And also couldn’t believe his own awkwardness. When did he become the shy, submissive one? He let out a sigh, trying to calm himself down and looked up, his eyes immediately finding those blue pools in the crowd. The self-satisfied smirk on Lucas’ face woke up the alpha inside the tall boy, washing away all the shyness and embarrassment he felt just a few seconds ago. 

srodulv Well, I can’t let my sweet hedgehog starve, right?

lucallemant Are you going to the party on friday? 

srodulv Depends

lucallemant On what? 

Eliott can see the longing in the boy’s eyes as they lock eyes after each text. It’s intense and full of passion. A few weeks ago he was just a depressed pile on his own bed, holding onto his phone like his life depended on it and now he was here with the boy that helped him through his rough phase, basically having sex through eyecontact. A playful smirk creeped up on his face which got answered by wiggling eyebrows from the other boy. 

srodulv Depends on how much you want me to go 

When he read the message, Lucas head snapped up, a grumpy expression taking over his handsome face, making him look like an actual hedgehog. The tall boy winked at him, just for fun and he rolled his eyes in response. He looked down at his phone now, ready to type the answer, when Yann snatched the device from him with a disapproving look on his face, probably scolding his friend now for not joining their conversation. Eliott had to suppress a laugh and as he brought his gaze back to the table, he noticed that Alex is looking at him with a wide smirk on his face.

“So it is Lucas.” he says victoriously, like he just won something. 

“Maybe.” he shrugs, but he can’t take off the happy smile that’s plastered to his face thanks to the short boy. 

“He’s a nice kid.” Alex said and munched on a tomato slice. “And he is my friend, so don’t fuck this up, okay?” he added on a more serious tone and continued eating his salad. 

“Don’t worry, I could never hurt him.” he said honestly, letting himself a glance towards the younger boy. He was trying to get his phone back from his best friend, while the others laughed at them. It was endearing to watch, especially after Lucas told him how lonely he feels at school. Only if he knew how many people cared for him. 

Friday came fairly quickly. He didn’t talk much to Lucas since wednesday, not in person at least. They just couldn’t stop texting each other through the days, it was something that become part of their daily routine. Now he was sitting at the bus stop, waiting while smoking a cigarette. He promised Sofiane that he will join him in the Youth Center to hang out after school. His friend is going to leave to Morocco on saturday noon, so he used all the opportunities to hang out with him. He invited him to Alex’s party too, but he said that he will be busy finishing the packing for the trip, while Idriss happily agreed to go. At least he will have some emotional support, because he was sure he’s going to need it remembering that he will probably have to handle drunk Lucas in real life this time. 

When his bus arrived, he put out the remains of his cigarette, throwing it into the trash and getting on. He walked to one of the back doors, grabbing the handlebar, letting other people to take the seats. He preferred to stand anyways, staring out the window as they passed through the busy streets of Paris. His pocket was buzzing once, twice, but he didn’t have time to check, needing to get off the vehicle. The Youth Center was not far from the stop and Sofiane was waiting for him outside. It was still cold, so they didn’t waste much time, getting inside immediately. 

Eliott spent most of his time watching his friend dance to different types of music, showing off his amazing skills. He clapped every time a song came to an end, which Sofiane thanked with a bright smile. It was nice to spend some alone time with his friend and he definitely gonna miss him once he leaves, especially now that he is constantly on an emotional rollercoaster thanks to Lucas. Of course he still had Idriss, but he wasn’t really good at giving advice, especially when it came to dating. 

When Sofiane was done with the practice, he took a shower. Eliott waited for him patiently, posting the picture he took on instagram. Since he revealed his face to Lucas, he decided to share his nice moments there, not to show it to people, but to let himself go back maybe years later and remember what he was doing on this day. After he finished with the uploading, he noticed that he had a few unread messages, so he opened his DMs and wasn’t even surprised to see Lucas’ username on the top. 

lucallemant What should I wear tonight?  Okay, you are ignoring me, that’s fine  Instagram user srodulv, go fuck yourself 

There was a ten minute difference between the first two messages, while the last one was sent just afew minutes ago, two hours after the others. Eliott couldn’t hold back a snort. His little hedgehog was so damn impatient, but that was one thing he liked in him. 

srodulv You sure you want me to go fuck myself and not someone else? 

He let out a soft laugh when the respond came in less than a minute later. His sweet boy was probably checking his phone instantly.

lucallemant Don’t you dare flirting with me now 

srodulv Wear something tight  You look good in blue

lucallemant I’m going to wear black Ready for your funeral 

srodulv Ouch That hurt

lucallemant You deserved it 

srodulv I am spending time with my friend, just so you know  He’s leaving to Morocco tomorrow for a whole month 

lucallemant Oh...

srodulv See you on the party tonight, you grumpy hedgehog  ❤️

lucallemant Yeah, see you  ❤️

“Are you talking to your boy?” Sofiane snapped him out of staring at his phone. He looked up to see his friend all dressed to his street clothes, bag in his hand, jacket on his shoulder, ready to leave.

“Yeah.” he answered and got up from the bench where he was sitting, both of them put on their jackets now, walking outside. 

“How are things going with him?” his friend asked curiously. 

“Well, he’s going to give me a heart attack sooner or later.” Eliott sighed and smiled at his friend, telling him about their time spent at his apartment, then the almost kiss at school the next morning. Sofiane listened carefully, sometimes nodding or flashing a little smirk, but he didn’t ask questions until he was done talking. 

“Wow, that kid has no chill.” he laughed. “And you say he’s a closeted gay guy?” he asked which Eliott answered with a nod. “He’s either very bold or totally gone for you.” he added smirking, making his friend blush slightly. 

“You think so?” Eliott asked, not being sure about Lucas’ intentions still. He wasn’t really experienced with boys and maybe he just saw the opportunity to have his first attempts with someone like Eliott. Someone that would do anything to kiss those cherry lips. 

“I mean... I know nothing about being gay or anything, but believe me, love makes you do stupid things.” he explained and opened the door to their favorite coffee place now, letting his friend to walk in first. Eliott smiled softly as he entered the building, sitting down to their usual table. 

They ordered coffee and cakes while talking about random things. Eliott tried to avoid thinking about Lucas or the upcoming party. Instead he kept asking his friend about the trip to Morocco, about his parents and what he’s going to do once he arrives. He was demanding pictures of course, since Eliott was an artist, he loved exotic countries and Sofiane had quite a talent in making beautiful pictures of landscapes. 

Eliott just rolled his eyes when he saw the post Sofiane tagged him in. They were standing in the bus stop now, waiting for their ride home. The brunette still had time until the party even though they spent more than an hour at the coffee shop. It was just hard to get separated from Sofiane, since he was such a sunshne and always made him feel warm inside. But both of them had things to do and therefore separating was inevitable. 

“You seriously had to post that picture?” he asked, glancing at his friend while he replied to Idriss’ idiot comment. 

“Don’t you like it?” he raised his eyebrows. “I can finally share pictures of you on social media, because you are not hiding from that cute boy of yours. I wanted to use the opportunity to show off my best friend.” he said with a wide smile and bumped his shoulder to Eliott’s. 

“Shut up.” said the other laughing, but he was actually flattered by the kind words. 

Eliott’s bus arrived first and he got an annoyed growling from the driver, because he was hugging his friend for too long and the bus was still waiting. Sofiane gently shoved him towards the vehicle, so he got on, waving as they left the stop. It was horrible to think about how he’s not gonna be able to just call him or appear at his doorstep randomly when he’s not feeling well. Yes, he had Idriss and even Alex, but they weren’t the same. He knew Sofiane since a long time now, he was there when he discovered his mental illness, when he broke up with Lucille and fell deep into depression. He was helping him to get through the rough days while not forcing him to talk or do something he didn’t wanted to. It was hard to admit, but he was scared without Sofiane. 

He arrived to Alex’s house a bit later than Idriss, so he just walked in, hugged their host when he greeted him in the hallway and decided to head towards the kitchen. He needed to drink something to down his fears. He was being like a pathetic child who’s crying after his mom in kindergarten. Sofiane won’t be away for long and they will keep in touch anyways. 

When he steps into the kitchen, he is struck by the beauty of the boy called Lucas Lallemant. He is there with his friends, sharing what probably is a joint judging by its smell. He is wearing tight, black pants and a button up jean shirt, looking like an angel with his disheveled hair. Eliott blinks once, twice and he feels like the air got punched out of his lungs when the boy’s deep blue eyes find his, staring at him while he holds the joint between his lips lazily. He let out a thick cloud of smoke as he passed the blunt to his friends, not taking his eyes off Eliott. Thankfully the other three was too busy glancing at the dancing crowd in the living room, talking about hot girls. 

Lucas now decided to hop up on the kitchen counter with a simple and smooth movement. He kept looking at Eliott, raising his eyebrows, challenging the tall boy to approach him and let’s be honest, he had no intentions to stay away, since he looked so charming just dangling his legs like a kid as he was sitting on the counter. His smile grew bigger when Eliott walked into the kitchen, nodding to the trio that was still rambling about girls.

“Hey.” he greeted them, which draw all of their attention to the tall boy. The blonde one, Arthur seemed to be a bit shocked and maybe even stunned by the presence of the older boy, while Yann flashed him a smile. Basile was just utterly confused and maybe a bit upset that someone interrupted their chick-talk. 

“Hey, dude.” Yann said, reaching out his hand, which Eliott took gladly, shaking it. “Eliott, right?” 

“Yeah, I guess you’ve heard of me.” he smiled and felt proud that Lucas’ best friend knew who he was, so this meant that he talked to his gang about him. 

“Wait, are you the guy from Lucas’ insta?” Basile asked with sudden interest and his eyes widened. “Wow, you are fucking handsome.” he gasped, mouth agape and he let out an unpleasant whine when Arthur hit his side with his elbow. Eliott laughed. 

“Baz, how about you shut up?” came a soft voice from behind the tall boy, it was a bit deep from all the smoking and Eliott just loved that. He turned around, flashing a charming smile at the short boy, who was still sitting on the counter, balancing his body on his hands behind him. 

“Oh, I didn’t see you there.” the tall boy said with a playful smirk, enjoying the sparkles that appeared in Lucas’ ocean blue irises.

“Oh yeah?” he chimed, holding out his hands now, confusing Eliott for a second before he spoke again. “Give me that, Arthur.” he asked gently and the blonde one reached out his hand, passing the joint to the brunette now, who held it between his fingers carefully. “You know how to smoke, Eliott?” he asked with a cheeky smile. 

“Maybe.” Eliott answered, gladly participating in this little flirtatious game the other was playing. He could hear the gasp of Lucas’ friends behind him, but he couldn’t care less. When the boy waved his hand to him, he walked closer, stopping just a step away from him, his knees were slightly brushing Eliott’s sides. 

“You wanna share this with me?” the short one asked playing with the joint in his hands. Eliott smiled, placing his hands on the counter, dangerously close to the boy’s thighs and leant forward. Their faces were in the same height like this, which was pretty intriguing. 

“Sure.” he muttered, his ear slowly closed out the thumping of the music and the shocked noises that came from behind them. 

No words needed Lucas took a long drag from the blunt, throwing the remains into the sink. He kept the smoke in as he leant forward, Eliott mirroring his movements until their foreheads touched. He felt a soft, warm hand grabbing the back of his head, deep blue eyes staring at him in anticipation. His heart was threatening to break out of his chest, splashing onto the other boy’s shirt in excitement. He gently parted his lips, which was more than enough for the short boy to make a move, blowing out the smoke for him to inhale. He closed his eyes, feeling his head going dizzy and not because of the weed. He let it to fill his mouth, hit him a little before he let it out too. He was glad that Lucas didn’t pull back, keeping their foreheads touching, still looking into his eyes with clear desire. As he swallowed, finally getting the bravery to move forward and kiss the boy, two girls crashed into the kitchen, right next to the boys, startling them out of their little bubble. Eliott started to think that the universe just won’t let them fucking kiss even once. 

He felt his stomach churn when the gagging noises reached his ears, which came from the girl that had her head fully in the sink, while the other was helding her hair and scolding her for drinking so much. Eliott recognized the one that wasn’t puking, it was Chloé, the girl that interrupted their first interraction at the bus stop just a week ago. Before he could react, he felt a warm body slightly brushing to his as Lucas slipped off the counter, sliding his hands over Eliott’s stomach, just an inch away from his crotch as he walked to the living room, followed by his friends. The tall boy was standing there with a dumbfounded expression on his face, spinning around on his heels, searching the crowd for a crazy crown of hair and a pair of blue eyes, but he couldn’t find him. Meanwhile the unpleasant noises coming from the suffering girl seemed to never stop, just like the slight screams from the supporting friend. 

After taking a few deep breaths, he left the kitchen, heading towards the exit. He felt like he have to leave before anything triggers him. The music was already too loud in his ears, his heartbeat wasn’t slowing down and his head was still spinning like a merry-go-round on steroids. The fresh air hit him like a truck, but it was much better than the smell of sweat, alcohol and smoke that was filling his lungs inside. He felt his knees going weak as he thought back about the moment he shared with Lucas in the kitchen. 

He couldn’t remember how he got home, all of his memories was blurry, like he was drunk, but he had never been more sober. He hated his mental state and that he needed to leave instead of hunting down that beautiful boy to finally get the kiss he was deprived of twice so far. He knew it was because he kept forgetting to take his meds, that’s why things were affecting him so greatly, why his mood was swinging so often without any reason actually. 

An hour passed by and he was laying on the couch like the disaster he was, still fighting down his anxiety. Sure, Eliott, that is what Lucas needs, a guy that freaks out after shotgunning and leaving the scene right away. Dream boyfriend. He sighed at his own thoughts and tried to push the negativity into the back of his head, when his phone was dinging, alerting him of a new message. He checked it and his heart melted when he saw the username.

lucallemant I can’t find you anywhere  Is everything okay?  Are you still at the party? 

srodulv No, I had to come home I wasn’t feeling good

lucallemant Did I do something bad? 

srodulv No, you did everything good

lucallemant You should have heard the boys, they were going crazy on me 

srodulv That was definitely one outstanding coming out for sure 

lucallemant  Seems like I can’t control myself around you 

srodulv Not like I have anything against that 

lucallemant Too bad we got interrupted

srodulv Maybe next time we shouldn’t do things like that in public

lucallemant You know, I’m getting tired of waiting for you to ask me out on a date So I’ll do myself

Eliott could feel a bright smile making its appearance on his face as he read the latest messages.

srodulv Sounds good to me 

lucallemant Sunday, 11h? 

srodulv Perfect ❤️

lucallemant You jerk  ❤️

Next time comes the first date of the boys! I hope all of you are prepared for it and I hope you liked this chapter. I tried to fill it as much shameless flirting as I just could! These boys have no chill whatsoever. Please make sure to leave a comment and feel free to ask me anything about the story here on tumblr. Bisou

[lizzodorito]

quick vent

because i legit have no where else to put this sort of feeling and just.. writing it in a book or a doc just... isnt as cathartic. Hope this just fades into the void, please dont bother reading it.

Hey. screw proper grammar and spelling I just need to get thihis out.

my name is liz and hoenstly fuck this website because last time i actively used it for something other than mandolorian memes or sims mods/cc my ex boyfriend was fucking stalking me on it and catfishing me and comfort me by sending me those ask lists and i... i dunno if im over that. Fuck you Sven.

not the point, just wha t I have to think about every single damned time I find myself here no matter what.

I am so lonely. I dont have many friends at all and the ones I do are out to use me or not Get Into It with me, thouhg fair because im a shit load of a lot to deal with i guess. other friends i have are pretty backstabbing and they refuse to properly grow up and LIVE and THINK FOR OTHERS AND ALSO THINK FOR THEMSELVES WITHOUT IT HAVING TO BE DEFINED BY HOW PROUDLY TERRIBLE THEIR MENTAL HEALTH IS FUCK

And then i get shit for it

love being used guys hell yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah  no i dont i hate it so much literally when was the last time anyone loved me right outside of my family and even so its not like my parents treat me well. mother you may have improved drastically,  but similar to my self esteem, its still very much BELOW PAR and i hate having to witness both.

I am so lonely.

I go so long without saying any word sometimes, its a wonder i stil breath, although sometimes when i was young id forget to.

why is it that i get more depressed when i come back to the family home

does anyone else understand being family oriented to a family that really for the majority doesn’t treat you the same?

The voice in my head wont stop. it wont stop telling me all  the ways i have potentially fucked my budding friendships with my new friends isha and matt 

how am i a person who shares so little yet so much

BUT MY LORD THANK YOU these are people who... who are considerate and are processing what i am saying and are thinking of me

but how fucked up am i

and will that push them away

im often distasteful but all the same complex and layered and so useful and so interesting

and that’s why often enough it seems people dont put in the effort, or frankly, dont give a shit about me once i requrie effort, though their “care” for me beofre then was only for their own benefit.

im exhausted 

One of my best internet friends was raped and i was the one who revealed that to her and she just didnt realize it yet and i havent been able to fall asleep without thinking about it

i have needed to cry for over a week now and i haVent gotten to still i am so sad i am SO SAD

I am so charming yet cannot help being alone no matter how enjoyable i am for others to have around

Matt

He makes me question if im asexual

But I am only a human

porbably deifntieyl still asexual

but too much all the same 

Im just lonely and touch starved probably (more than usual to be clear) and want to be hugged and loved and he’s so smart and we talk for hoours and comfortably, for me, occupy eachothers’ space we talk for 

hours.

this is becoming poetry.

I feel like i am beginning to sound like a hobo johnson broken record

stop being poetic fuck off liz

he;s so 

I havent been hopeful like this in people for a long time

we went to a museum to support isha (she had to do a project that invovled socializing so ya know the inrovert crew (though i dont know fi matt considers himself one)) and we just were togeter (in rather close proximinity) just speaking in accents, partly hoping to excite the strangers crowding everywhere about “foriegners” being here at the exhibit... but i think it was mostly just for us. for our fun 

because voices is what we like to do

i love voice acitng 

he committed to it, i fell out of it more times than he did and he gets more specific with accents than i do

he likes what i do

he loves the characters and my many talents

he loves my writing

he wants me to join his dnd campaign over the summer with his friends

is it for me?

does he want... me

or just my character maggie that everyone loves

he wants me to join the campign he’s in npw with his friends, as he’s a player character and not a dm as he would be over the summer

he doesn’t quite get how lonely i am

i worry i made him and isha uncomfortable last night... i joked about actually being loved properly

he immediately looked at me strange, me not realizing the joke was taken as truth

“Liz, is there something you need to talk about?”

“Oh! Oh, well, um...” hi i come from an abusive family and you both dont realize how much it meant to me that you wanted me to come and are consitently telling me and thanking me for coming because... you’re telling me im good company and its been so long since i have had real friends or gone out with friends and ACTUALLY FULLY AND COMPLTELY HAD A GOOD TIME OH MY GOSH YOU DONT EVEN KNOW I AM SO SHY ABOUT ALL OF THIS BECAUSE HOLY FUCK I CANT EVEN ASK HOW I BECAME SUCH A BASKET CASE BECAUSE I ALREADY KNOW I ALRWADY KNOW I ALREADY KOW I ALRADY KNOW AND I HAVENT’ GOTTEN TO REALLY TELL ANYONE IN SO LONG WITHOUT THEM LEAVING ME 

its been so long since ive been understood by a peer

(hi my name is liz and i am weepign right now)

“No, not yet at least.”

*isha laughs and it joined by matt soon. I’m smiling comfortably. I genuinely have a soft, contented hope i might get to tell them at least some of it one day.*

“not yet at least! sorry matt you have to be at least a level 4 friend to learn the tragic backstory”

thank you isha for lightening the mood

thank you for making the joke so many people who gave less than a fuck about me got offeneded at and confused when i made it so often years ago.

my comment was laughed off, we continued to watch the critical role espidoe i had missed

soon it was just matt and i. isha was to bed.

just him and i, and i, like id been all night (concious but making the decision to pipe down and trust the people around me), was all curled up, very relaxed and off my posture, sinking into the couch. MAtt was always upright ish. sometimes hed sink a bit or rest his hips on their side curl a little rest his head, but not as intesely as i did

sometimes he’d scoot closer to me, sometimes hed scoot away. sometimes hed move his legs so our knees would touch. i dont mind (not because i was finding it romantic, im not twelve, i just am understadning of the small situation we are in and its a knee for crying out loud) i wonder if i was taking up too much space with the way i’d sit comfortaly. I wonder if he thought so.

i would be lying if i said i didnt imagine us actually having contact with eachother. cuddling platonically.. on multiple occassions.

I have an imagination that thinks of everything and so many scenarios all at once and all the time after all

i was comfortable with the idea but

it would be a bigger lie to say i wasnt absolutely and perfectly content wiht the way it did go.

i dont thiink i will ever know if he was comofrtable on that couch or more so if it was me he was comfortable or uncomfrtoable with. 

I will respect him to tell me.

he;s good at eyecontact and its comfrotable enoguh where i dont have to look away (it’s been a problem i never used to  have recently)

I’d peek up at him when he’d talk to me

i felt young again

when the stream was over he got up to leave.

i dont know if we daudled. dawdled? yep thats the word

i dont know if we did

we made small talk

shitty jokes that he declared wouldn’t be the last thing we said to eachother that evening

i agreed.

the last words that night were goodnights.

me with my raspy evening voice from a day full of talking and him with a look over the shoulder from the hall as the door closed behind him

he was obviosuly very slap happy sleepy as he was talking about the light not being too bright in the hall (to his happiness)

it was a nice night

when was the last time i went to bed so happy? thanking God over and over and praying for my friend i mention way earlier

i didnt even have to drown my insomnia with a youtube video

i just went to sleep

2 am

i hope the weather continues

- jaques cruzio, pink panther

now im just in bed

at the family home

not my dorm

fighting my depression (its been three hours, i was getting exhausted by 9:30 due to it) as i rest

i was curled in a ball, slumped and face planted, arms slumped when i decided i need to talk to someone, or say something mroe than what i vented to my little sister (small bits about how lonely i feel and how i worry ive fucked things up) hours ago

and here we are 

12:14 am

just some broken twenty something asexual with a mind that’s usually over sixty talking about the amazing people i met two weeks ago while in the background i think about the girl i used to be the boss of (online moderator work) and how she’s essentially in love with her idea of me and how i make her feel... and not just for me.

i am mysterious and cool and smart and hot and talented and useful to her.

I want to be complex and dedicated and helpful and pretty and so skilled and hardworking and wanted for me.

i want to  be considered and deserving and im hoping that isha, matt and my other two roommates can help start to fill that hole in my life

because, God, so far they have so much potential for it in my eyes

(so far)

thanks for listening, void.

actually feeling quite a bit better. the misery is still lingering, i wonder if i should cry more. But, i can breathe easier and my eyes dont feel dead. I just am tired and am prepared to enjoy things again.

proabbly will watch claire from BA make jelly beans.

or the Noel Miller guy isha told me about.

I dont know if it’s appropriate if i downloaded matt’s contact into my phone from when isha put us both in a groupchat together and i hope its not weird and i hope maybe he did the same, but by God i dont think i’ll be texting him first.

i like in person better.

with anyone.

always have

i have so much more on my mind

[voidsfanficfortress]

Attention!, this is gemsonas x oc!, nones of them are related to the Main characters of Steven universe, Keep scrolling of you dont like IT!

Also!, gericho's house is like stevens almost!

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- what are you doing here human?-

The off color sugalite asked, holding the Tiny fleshy human ,who stood there amazed by the two beautiful Gems infront of them.

The human girl, brushed her stray locks away from her face, forgeting almost to actually answer the question,trying to find the words.She shakes her head, making eyecontact with the Giant woman that was holding her.

-i was just strolling down the beach, when I found this place, it got my atenttion and...-- wait, you two live here?-

Both gems look at eachother, then to the cave , back to the human.

-yes, we do 'live in here ' as you humans would say- the sardonyx says.

- for the love of god,donnie- the sugalite complains- please dont speak so weird ,youre gonna scare her!-

-what is wrong with my way of speaking,suga ?-the coral gem asks.

-its just so weird!-

-ahem- both women look at the human- dont you wanna just, come and live with me?, this place is cold, wet, and the floor seems unconfortable to sleep in!-

- we ...we uh-donnie says, scratching the back of her neck, looking at her fellow gem, whispering- I I dont really like living here...-

Sugalite sighs, and nodds.

-yes, we Will, youre lucky we like you, punk-

Suga leaves the human on the ground, their bodys shine, their Gems wiggle until they transform into a tall human size,then, they make their way by the shore.

-i've seen more of your kind, you guys are amazing, but, and if you dont mind me asking, why do you guys have two gems each?, are you a 'fusion'?-

Sugalite opens her mouth, but the sardonyx cuts her before she can speak.

-We are off color gems, created by the diamonds with the sole purpose of maximazing gem power by possesing two gems, but, because of that, we are unestable, thats why our colors dont match with our 'normal ' counterparts-

The girl processes the information,looking at the both of them, then she speaks again.

-and how you guys ended down here?-

-well,- the sardonyx said- its kind of difficult--

-ill tell you how- the sugalite interrupted,her tone much lower her usual- we were in the army, I...I had to shatter a newborn off color gem, And...and I just couldnt, so we left her free,our superiors left us, then gave the order to shatter us...so we flet to earth..-

-hey i...I didnt want to touch something so sensible, i--

- its okay, youre the only one who didnt judge us.., we appreciate it..

- also, whats your name?-donnie asks.

-my Friends call me gericho-

- I didnt thought human names could be so diverse!-

[Time skips]

-here we are!, make yourself comfy, want hot chocolate?-

-hot choco-- what?-sardonyx asks,dumbfoded .

-Yes yes!-suga exclaims excitedly- with marshmellows!-

-coming up!,donnie?,want some?-

-i guess it would be nice to taste something else than rocks for one day..-Then she cackles loudly, making the gir a bit unconfortable,cringing a bit, the gem notices it- whats the matter hun?-she asks worriedly.

-its just that I dont really like loud noises they make me unconfortable-

And before she can say anything else,the sardonyx hugs her, squeezing her as she mutters a sorry.

The girl smiles and hugs back, caressing the back of the gem.

-youre soft-

The gem instantly heats up and suga starts to laugh like a maniac , stomping her fist on the table.

-I have never, ever see you like that donnie!,oh my god- sugalite says trough laughter.

-You are an ass-donnie sputter as she drank the hot chocolate,giving a cup to the purple gem.

- yet you have been sticking with me all this time..-

The two gems share a laugh, the human just stares at nothing,the calm mood makes her feel good, sardonyx and sugalite feel the same, both of them talk a about homeworld, how it was, their time in the army, until night falls.

Then after a quick dinner , bedtime arrives,the Gems take the sofa, fixing their forms into the shape of the furniture.

[...]

Rays of sunshine comes in trough the windowpanes, Gericho grunts, hearing the soft clinking of the cups.

She drags herself out of bed, going down the small set of stairs to the kitchen,there its donnie, making breakfast for the human, who sat on the chair, as the gem puts the Plate Infront of her, Fried eggs and bacon, with a cup of tea.

-Made specially for you..!-

Sardonyx tries to be carefull not to waken the other gem up.

-And Suga?-

-Shes sleeping -

- Tell her I say goodmorning-G said , eating her breakfast- I have to leave to work.., if anything comes up, call me, my cellphone number is on one of the fridges magnets-

Sardonyx nodds and smiles, putting her head on her hands, as her elbows ,then she proceeds to speak.

-welp, I have to go now, thanks for the breakfast,it tastes amazing, goodbye donnie-

Gericho kisses her on her forehead,right on her gem- see you later!-

Then the human grabbs her bag and runs to the main door.

-Bye!-

Then the door is slam shut.

[...]

The day goes by painfuly slow, a huge worrying swept over gericho.

' Sardonyx hasnt called me yet, hope everythings fine back there...'

She thinks , sipping from her tea, as a couple of animators comes in,then its time to work.

Working in an animation studio was fun, specially when all the people working there were just as excited as she was, all passionate for the proyect.

Eventually, its time to go home,evening was just around the corner when the human entered the house.

Then she is enveloped in four huge arms, who hugged her tightly , a soft sobbing noise , and sugalite who was muttering ' youre back '

-Hey hey hey!, What happened?-she asks , no answer is given-suga, baby whats wrong?...-she lifts the gems head by her chin- are you okay?-

The gem takes a bit to answer, but eventually she does- I..Im okay, its just, when I woke up, you werent here, and sardonyx told me you left for something important...and and you were taking so long that I feared the worst!-

-its alright honey- G says, caressing suga's hair- its alright, ive should've left a note- finally, sugalite calms down, and nodds, then she recomposes herslef, lifting the human off her feet- where is donnie?-

-Shes sleeping, she figured youll be back late so she went to sleep-

-So thats why she didnt called me in all day!-

-Wait...-suga says- Youre telling me that I could've called you, and spare all the worrying?-

-Yeah, Pretty much....-

Suga's eye starts twitching.

-before I do something stupid-the gem says- I heard there are more of us west from here, maybe we can go and check if they are okay- G agrees- now, if youll excuse me...- she leaves the human on the ground, and from her gems a maze comes out- SARDONYX!-

Gericho just sighs.

- well....I better get the first aid...-

-☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆-

-Void

[runenc03]

Minho (a seaycee oneshot)

Writing date: December 2018

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none, except for a lot of personal information lol. Basically this is a real life experience, although 'Minho' (who's actually a Newt irl) and I are now actual friends, but nothing else. I love him, but not in a romantical way. And that's okay, I'm happy this happened, because I can't imagine my life without him now :)

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It was around mid september when she first saw him. He was walking through one of the corridors of her school, head down, dark, healthy hair brushing his forehead. He was wearing a long coat, his hands deeply burried in their pockets. His jeans were ripped, but not too much, and his sneakers were a daring shade of red for a boy.

She felt herself immediately drawn to the mysterious boy. She didn't know him, had never seen him before, but there was just something about him that made her want to know more about him. Who was he? He must at least be a year older than her, they would have their breaks at the same time if he wasn't.

As soon as she realised that she was shamelessly staring at the boy, she quickly looked down at her feet, scolding herself silently for zoning out like that, and accelerated her steps, hurrying to her next class.

Still, she couldn't get the unknown boy out of her head, wracking her brain for someone he reminded her of.

He looks like Minho from the Maze Runner.

And in that moment, it just clicked. For her, his name was Minho.

****

"You see that boy there?"

The girl tried to whisper to her best friend when she saw 'Minho' again, feeling the need to share her thoughts with someone else.

"You mean the one with the long coat and the healthy hair?"

"Shh! He'll hear us if you don't talk a bit softer!"

Her best friend had the decency to look guilty.

"Well, yes, that one. Please tell me I'm not the only one who thinks he looks just like Minho. You know, from the Maze Runner."

Her best friend rolled her eyes at first, but soon had to agree with the girl.

"I know who Minho is, you idiot. And you're right, he does resemble him. But, wasn't Ki Hong Lee your celebrity crush? You should smile to the boy! See what he does! You have- Oh gosh he's looking at you!"

The girl's head shot up from her smaller best friend, whom she had been looking at earlier, since they were in a conversation. The shorter girl was right, he was looking at her.

The girl's brain seemed to stop working and everything around her slowed down. Not because it was love at first sight, no, it was far from that. She was simply paralyzed, not knowing what to do in a situation like this, having never experienced it before.

She couldn't stop looking however, her eyes seemed to be glued to his, even though there was about 13 feet of distance between them. It was only when she turned a corner and he dissappeared out of her eye sight that her brain seemed to function again.

"He was so staring at you!"

The girl's eyes went back to her friend, and her eyebrows curled itself in a critical manner. Even though she knew that her best friend was right, her brain's malfuntions seemed to make an appearance again, because it simply refused to believe what her eyes had clearly registered.

She told herself that he probably just looked at her best friend, not at her. She wasn't nearly as beautiful as her friend was, not having the same curves as her, not to mention that the smaller girl's hair was always on point, while her own was a mess, if not completely tangled, then probably dirty, even though she washed it non stop.

Who would ever look at her?

She sighed, tuned out all of her friend's squeals and fangirl-talk, and focussed herself on her next class. He was probably just staring into space, hadn't even noticed her. No need to get so riled up.

Little did she know that things like this would happen a lot more in the near future...

***

It was late october, and the girl was, as usual, walking though her school with her best friend, when the latter elbowed her in the side.

"He's looking at you again."

Instantly, she turned around, forgetting to be careful or subtle. He wasn't either, if she could believe her best friend's judgement.

The boy was indeed staring at her again. Their eyes locked, and just like every other time this happened, the girl didn't know what to do. It was simple, really. As soon as their eyes locked, her brain refused to work.  Should she say something? Smile? Glare? She didn't know, wasn't used to these kind of situations.

Suddenly, a large group of rowdy teens blocked her view, and their eye contact was broken, as was the spell she seemed to be under whenever he looked her into the eyes.

He had deep brown ones

Did she just notice that?

A smile made its way on her face. She remembered something, which meant that she wasn't as shocked and frozen anymore when she looked at him like when she did for the first time.

She was making progress

***

"We should try to find out what Minho's real name is. Maybe Instagram or Facebook can help"

The girl was sitting in the canteen with her friend, and somehow, the conversation had turned to Minho again.

She liked to talk about him

Did she really just think that? She couldn't keep the blush from forming on her cheeks, completely embarrassed and horrified that she had thoughts like that.

Come to think of it, she really didn't know anything about him.

But did she want to?

She'd always thought that she wanted to know who he really was, but now that her friend proposed to actively search for him on social media, she wasn't so sure anymore. In all honestly, he had been more on her mind the last few weeks than was probably healthy, invading her rational thoughts and turning them into a fangirl-like mess. Always.

Did she really want to know the real Minho, who would undoubtedly not be as perfect as the one in her head? Was she really willing to give up that perfect image of him?

On the other hand, maybe his real self wasn't that far away from the perfect boy in her mind, and she could - then what, actually? What could she do? She knew she would never make a move, she was way too shy for that, not to mention that she still wasn't convinced that he really looked at her. It just seemed so surreal. What did he even see in her? Was he attracted to her? She couldn't imagine being attracted to someone like her, she was just so...plain. She didn't have the curves of a model, but wasn't a plus size either. Her hair was brown, but a plain, boring kind of brown, and too busy with a lot of other things, her clothes weren't the most fashionable either. She was rather comfortable in something less beautiful than having to worry about every little imperfection in her outfit. What did he see in her? Why did he keep staring at her, not one or two, but at least 15 times over the course of the last 8 weeks?

"Hello? Are you still there? Zoning out about Minho again? I just said that we should try to find out his name. How does that sound, miss Daydream?"

She felt the blush on her cheeks burn even harder, busying herself with her sandwich, instead of looking at her friend. Refusing to make eyecontact, she simply nodded.

"Alright, let's find out his name."

How could she not? Her curiosity would always win over her fear.

***

Sean.

That was Minho's real name.

The girl was at home this time, it was a Tuesday afternoon in early november, and she had seen Minho talk that morning to someone she vaguely knew the name of. She hadn't wasted any time when she came home, quickly throwing her bag on a chair and plumping down on the couch, looking on Facebook for the person's name and immediately clicking on the 'friends'-section. She had scrolled down on the seemingly endless list, looking at every profile picture, trying to catch a glimps of slightly longer dark hair or an athletic build.

Just when she hadn't been expecting it anymore, she'd come across a picture of a boy in sweatpants, hair disheveled, sweaty from sporting.

She felt a flutter inside her chest.

It was him.

And then her eyes shifted towards his name. Sean Lew.

She hadn't expected that name, but she didn't really know why. Had she subconciously expected something Asian? It shouldn't matter, she realised, but in reality, it did. She had been refering to the boy with the name Minho for so long, that it felt weird to think of him as anything else.

Why am I even thinking about that? His entire profile is one click away, for God's sake!

She couldn't contain her curiosity anymore, didn't even think about the doubts she had had a few weeks ago.

She clicked on his name.

She wished that she would've been able to call her best friend with the news that Sean was just like Minho, but that wasn't entirely true.

The second picture she came across, was one of him holding an empty bottle of liquor above his open mouth, showing his muscular arms, but also his immaturity.

It felt like her heart dropped a bit, suddenly feeling a lot heavier.

This is what she'd been so afraid of.

But she refused to let go of him completely, at least for now. Holding on to the last drop of hope that was still within her, praying that this picture was just an exception and he was actually a good guy with manners and maturity, she scrolled down his profile.

She honestly didn't know what to think of him. It almost seemed like he was 2 completely different people at once. There were the typical bad boy replies to girls who commented bold things under his pictures, but there were also posts where he talked about how much he loved his family, which honestly warmed her heart.

And she realised then and there, that she still had no clue who he really was.

***

It was still early in the morning. The young girl was waiting for her best friend, while also looking one last time through her notes for chemics, since it was her worst subject and she was in her exam -slightly-more-than-a-week.

She sighed. She would never get the hang of those oxidation state numbers.

Deciding that she'd seen enough of those, she looked up from her notes, only to see the back of a head that looked a lot like Minho's, but was only covered in very slight stubble.

Her breath hitched. It couldn't be him, could it?

But it was. He had turned a bit, walking in another direction than he had previously stood, and she could see his face now.

Definitely Sean.

But why? His hair was one of the most attractive things about him! Her friend had agreed with her, saying that it was the only attractive thing about him.

And that's where she had to disagree with her friend. It hadn't been a very long time since she had finally admitted to herself that she found him attractive. Like, really attractive. True, his hair had been his best facet - although his arms weren't far behind- but that didn't mean he wasn't attractive in general. In fact, she realised as she looked him walk away, unaware of her presence for once, she was still incredibly attracted to him.

But an almost bald Minho would still take a lot of getting used to.

***

She didn't get a lot of time for that, however. It was currently half past 2 in the afternoon, and she felt like she could breath again now her exam chemics was over. The girl was standing all alone outside of the toilets, waiting for a few of her friends to get out, deep in thoughts, until her attention was brought back to reality by the sudden feeling you get when someone else is watching you. She looked around, and at first, she only saw a shadow of someone walking upstairs to the first floor. When she squinted her eyes however, she saw that it was a boy with a long coat on and very, very short hair. 

Sean.

She didn't recognise him at first, still not used to his short hair, but when she focussed on his face, all thoughts about the state of his hair went out of the window.

He was literally not even looking at the steps he took, his eyes glued to her, craning his neck to be able to watch her as long as possible.

She couldn't do anything, only stare back at him, like all the previous times. She felt so drawn to him, so interested in him, that she asked herself if she really didn't have a crush on the boy.

But you can't have a crush on someone who only stares at you, but never says a word to you, right?

And with a shock, she realised that she really couldn't deny it anymore: he looked at her, and only her. No-one was near her, not her beautiful best friend or some model-like popular girl, she was the only one in the whole corridor.

She couldn't hold back the smile that crept on her face, or the sudden surge of confidence that swept through her for the first time in forever...

***

It was almost one week later, the last Monday of this semester. The girl was walking towards her bus, earplugs in her ears, humming slightly to the music and already imagining different types of choreography to it. She was in a good mood, her last exam being tomorrow, English at that. She was almost at the place where she always waited for the bus with the other kids who took the same one, when she felt his eyes again. Properly looking around this time, she found him, and their eyes met again. He was standing only a few feet away from her, and she could see that his hair had already grown a little bit, now in a decent buzzcut, instead of the fuzz of a week ago. She studied his face for the umpteenth time in the last few months, not ashamed anymore since he never looked away from her either. His eyes seemed bigger with his short hair, jawline sharper. And his lips-

She had never thought about his lips before. Sure, she was attracted to him, but not to the point where she fantasised about kissing him, hence why she'd never thought about his lips. Yet his lips seemed the only thing she could focus on right now, and she had a very logical explanation for that.

He smiled at her.

Not just a tight, quick smile. Not a smirk either. His smile was a genuine, heartwarming smile.

And it was directed towards her.

Not being able to help herself, she smiled back at him, only for her to bury her face in her scarf a second later, scared that he would see her blushing cheeks. This was something new, something she wasn't used to yet.

Not that she would mind having to get used to him smiling at her like that.

She didn't know whether the drinking bad boy, or this smiling, seemingly awe struck, gentle boy was the real Sean, but for some reason, it didn't bother her anymore. Maybe her 18 year old self was laughing at her younger self while cuddling Sean, or maybe she had completely forgotten about him by then. It didn't matter. Right now, he made her feel something unexplainable. It wasn't really love, not even a crush actually, but it was definitely attraction, and even though the situation probably seemed like an incredibly boring one for the rest of the world, the fact that he looked at her, stared at her, smiled at her, made her feel powerful, feminine, and for the first time, confident in herself.

And for that alone, she was him incredibly thankful.