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catboyshinsou · 4 years ago

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sick headcanons!

anon request: i love your writing smmm !! 🥺 can i request mha sick hcs where they take care of the reader when they don’t feel well 🥺 you choose who !! <3333

a/n: sorry it took so long <//3

pairings: Kaminari, Kirishima, Tokoyami and Monoma x sick,g/n!reader

warnings: none rlly, mention of throwing up in monoma, slight manga spoilers

can be seen platonically and romantically <3

kaminari:

Tbh i think he’d be quite Useless

Just rlly panicky n stuff bc what the fuck does one do with a sick person???

*walks into your dorm* “hey y-n wanna- WHAT THE FUCK YOU LOOK TERRIBLE”

*you in a blanket and not having enough energy to be offended* “i think i’m dying” “y/n WHAT”

He’d try his best regardless tho

He goes to sato and helps with doing something soothing and welcoming

On his way back to your dorm he passes aizawa and tells him you’re sick in THE worst way

“Oh yeah Aizawa-sensei, y/n is dying-” “THEY’RE WHAT”

Kami would definitely storm into the room with him and be just as worried

What if it was something really serious??? Like the plague?????

They find you just laying in bed, sniffling and groaning

Turns out it wasn’t the plague and just a bad flu

Flu with its whole jazz, you had a fever of 38C and you could barely move

Aizawa got you excused from classes for about a week and left again

Kami just stood there with his soup and went “oh thank god you're not dying”

like i said i think he'd be useless but try his best

he checks up on you every half hour either in person or via text during classes

he brings you stuff like blankets and foods even though you can't taste any of them or have any type of appetite

but! thanks to the fridge in your room you just had snacks for about… forever

he gave you extra attention too

sometimes he'd just sit on the ground and talk about his day and theories while you just laid under your blanket

you appreciated it though

except for aizawa, sato and tsuyu nobody came over and even they just came in every few hours

kami stayed for hours on end and even tried to convince aizawa to let him sleep over so he could “watch over you” incase you “stopped breathing”

it's not like you slept much when he was around anyway, nights were not ideal for a good rest on a sick day

it was endearing seeing him lay on a futon on the floor and poking you when he had to get up for class

he leaves notes and stuff to make sure you didn't get worried

did he do anything to make you feel better physically? not rlly

did he lift your spirits and make you feel less lonely? most definitely

kirishima:

hear me out

this boy is an angel when it comes to caring for people

when he got into the whole essentially self care stuff he also knows what's best for others

he was probably one of the first to notice you being ~off your game~

whether in class or just yknow vibing, he'd tap your shoulder and softly “you okay man?”

he calls everyone dude and man and bro no matter gender or anything he's just that into the manliness stuff

and yes he puts you in essentially self isolation more for yourself than for others

“your body needs to rest y/n! can't properly get better if everyone keeps bothering you!”

he calls you every night tho and he has aizawa bring you stuff when he checks up on you (he's allowed because he's the teacher ofc also as long you're a UA student like one of your legal guardians which is like a dad and dads can see their kids sick right?)

stuff ranges from just bowls of soup to compresses to the handmade ointment against a sore throat to like socks he knitted or something his parents sent in bc he told them you were sick

yes this boy tells his parents you're sick

i mean someone probably told yours but like twice the parents means twice the comfort!

alternatively if your parents are *cough* he'd tell his parents and put you on the phone with them because everyone needs some parental love from time to time (don't act tough about it, he's gonna make you cry and tell you how manly you are for doing so)

when you're back on your feet he probably still treats you like you're about to fall over for like two or three days more

he praises you for how well you did during your essential quarantine and when you say you didn't do anything he says some cheesy stuff about manliness

“bro i'm so proud of you for getting through it!” “i didn't do anything kiri-” “don't say that! it takes so much energy and manliness to keep in self isolation and get better, you did amazing”

tokoyami:

i love birds

also look at baby toko he's so cute

do birds get sick?

anyways

tokoyami is like.. helpful but tries to be undercover about it

he's not gonna ignore you or anything

he's the type to like silently nudge teachers into your area so they could see you were clearly sick and send you back to the dorms to rest

but he'd never actually ask you or tell anyone

it would ruin his whole ~vibe~

dark shadow tells him to tell someone and he rlly does especially if he sees you struggling through it in class but he's also just not great at talking with people so a nudge or “secret note” will have to do

it does work, you're in your dorm right before combat training because mic had sent you up and excused you

mic is sweet he said he'd send aizawa up when he finds him but that you should rest

he also tells you that you have some really attentive friends

you're at this point just letting the sickness take over you so you have no idea what he just said (you heard him but the words just didn't register in your brain)

you get into bed and the first thing you do is sleep through afternoon classes

tokoyami is only at 50% today and so is dark shadow

tokoyami swears he isn't worried, the teachers are capable of taking care of you in an appropriate manner so that you will recover in no time

dark shadow on the other hand is all gittery and doesn't wanna focus on anything but you

off topic but i just think dark shadow is tokoyamis way of showing emotions or well like… like his internal thoughts? not like his internal dialogue but ya know his feelings

so he can act all goth and dramatic but dark shadow is a good way of still giving some of his feelings an output

back to you

so training is over and so is your nap

but you wake up to pillows, stuffed animals, blankets and more pillows surrounding you

half of them weren't yours either

they laid around you like some kind of pillow fortress jusy surrounding you and making sure you didn't hit your head on the wall or fall from the bed

it kinda felt like a nest- oh

you tried getting up, your head almost immediately flinging uoh back into bed but you needed to see if a certain someone would come back in to build the nest

“dark shadow, be quiet we don't want them to w- oh you're up”

tokoyami came in with more stuffies and an extra blanket like it was a siberian winter and your rooms only source of warmth was an almost dying candle

“are those yours?” you asked half asleep, your head absolutely booming

you could barely keep your eyes open, that's how exhausted you were but you made an effort to smile at the bird and his shadow

“uh no, yaomomo-san insisted on making some blankets for you and hagakure-san, ashido-san and uraraka-san gave me all their stuffed animals when they heard i was paying you a visit-” “but the blue star blanket and teardrop pillow are from fumi!! he brought them from home because he can't sleep without them!!” “DARK SHADOW!”

you only chuckled before breaking out in a cough again

aizawa came in some time after and had a hard time finding you under all the blankets and stuffies and even offered to tell the class to stop bothering you

but you just laid there all cozy and told him to let them be

“it's how he shows affection, it's nice”

monoma:

oh so the 1A student got sick??? huh??? I thought 1A was invincible hUUUUUUH??? *manic laughter*

coughs

anyways

so basically the two hero courses are more “in tune” after the joint training

they often have dinners together and it isn't rare to see kendo come over with monoma and tetsu^4

she came over to hang with the girls and tetsu had training sessions with kiri

nobody rlly knew why monoma tagged along though

all he did was spout about how average everything is for the “superior hero course”

he did secretly like the classes growing together more though

he'd sit on the couch with you and occasionally laugh about something else other than his team beating yours during joint training

one day he came in and didn't see you at your usual spot

“ehhhh??? where's the only tolerable person in this course??”

used to his lowkey insults deku pointed you out at the dinner table, head resting on your hand and looking over some homework

“y/n what are you- oh my god you look horrible”

“thanks monoma, you're as nice as ever”

your face was drained of any colour, eyes heavy lidded and you could barely control the pen that scribbled over the paper

he tried grabbing your wrist but pulled back immediately

you were way too hot and the fact that he noticed by grabbing your wrist meant that it was more than just a high fever

“is 1A that incompetent that they couldnt even notice their classmate falling sick??? can you guys do anything but trouble???”

“shut up monoma, we tried getting them to bed but they insisted on finishing up first and there's nothing in the world that can get y/n away from what they've put their head to”, kaminari yelled from the living room space

how were you gonna get anything finished if your head was falling off your shoulders if you didn't hold it up

class 1A really was incompetent

“sato-san, give me a hand”

sato, who was currently cooking up dinner, just held out his hand and some type of chocolate bar which monoma grabbed and ate up

“this is incredibly sweet, i don't know how you do it”

it's become like half a routine for monoma to copy quirks for whatever reason

kiri and tetsu used it to determine which quirk was handier

uraraka’s quirk made cleaning up after a game night easier

it was training for all of them

monoma could train his copy and the others could measure how much they've grown from his reaction to it

anyways

sato’s quirk kicked in and he lifted you up over his shoulder

“monoma!” you could barely lift your voice, faintly kicking

before you knew it he placed you on your bed in your dorm and sighed

“you're lighter than i thought”

“i think i'm gonna throw up”

so you hurled into your garbage can

monoma held back whatever there was to hold back

(he was very much disgusted but even he knew that this wasn't the time to let any type of negative emotion show)

“jolly gees y/n, what did you have for breakfast?!”

you laid in bed as he passed you a water bottle

“you need to drink something, you lost a lot of water”

“awe caring for me, monoma?”

“this is for general health, y/n. i would never as much as care for anyone, especially not a brat from 1A. who even knew that any of you could fall sick huh?! weren't you supposed to be superior to the rest of us??!”

he said all of that while putting a blanket on you and opening the window for fresh air

“god you 1A fools really are incompetent!”

he went into your bathroom and soaked a small towel in water

“i'm only doing this so you don't infect anyone. god you could cause an epidemic at UA and in the end 1b would fall victim to you as well! this is all just for the general well-being!”

you didn't even hear what he was saying anymore

with a half empty bottle next to your head, you slept peacefully

monoma let out a deep breath when he saw you

“i'd never care for anyone in 1A, i'm better than that…”

he whispered those words to himself

(he did care)

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idyllicstarker · 5 years ago

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Fic prompt: Tony acts all high and mighty until he makes Peter mad and it makes him drop to his knees and go into sub space

Thank you for the ask anon!

I struggled a little, I won’t lie to you. One, I’ve never really tried to write sub space before, two I’m still getting used to bottom!tony. So those two togther meant I was really pushing my ideas.

I don’t think you particularly wanted an established relationship, but I wasn’t confident enough to write anything too long. Hence why there isn’t much progression and it’s quiet short.

I’m not happy with this and I’ll openly admit it. But since I didn’t know who to contact to apolgise formally, I tried my best to at least write you something.

I’m really sorry.

Warnings: Sub!Tony, Dom!Peter, implicit toxicity in a relationship, sexual themes

Tony knew he was annoying.

It wasn’t exactly something he tried to hide. It wasn’t an opinion that people may hold. It was just a simple fact. Even Tony admitted wholeheartedly that he could be a real arrogant bastard when he set his mind to it.

He knew exactly how to pick at people until they were dying to get away from him. It was a trait he’d picked up from Howard. The only difference was, Tony used it for a laugh. A false persona of his superiority. But unlike Howard, Tony didn’t like to be on top all the time.

Metaphorically and figuratively I guess.

But for the past few weeks, Tony seemed to have forgotten his place. He’d been a little shit to everyone- acting as if he was so much better than them. And it didn’t seem like it was going to stop anytime soon.

His self-proclaimed self-importance (and therefore self-entitlement) started one day and just never stopped. Tony had placed himself on a pedestal above the others, acting as if he’d earned some kind of superior status overnight. They weren’t sure if Tony’s true colours were showing through, or if it was some kind of sick joke, but as the fourth week approached everyone was sick and tired of the man’s behaviour.

Even Peter, who idolised the man, and loved him more than anything, was pretty much at ends with the way Tony had been treating him lately.

“So what, we just bust in there Rogers..? Die? They’ll kill us all in ten seconds dipshit”

In the meeting room, the avengers were silent. Steve stood at the head of the table, the screen behind him lit up with their mission plan. He was angry, and only getting angrier with Tony’s continuous backchat and snide remarks about everyone and everything.

With a sigh he turned to glare at the man, arms crossed over his broad chest as he shook his head, completely unamused. . “So do you have any better ideas?”, he asked.

But the question was only returned with a half-hearted shrug of shoulders. “Isn’t that your job? We both know it won’t go to plan and I’ll end up leading when we get there anyway”, Tony waved his hand passively, slouched back in his chair.

“Tony”, Peter quipped gently, remaining soft as usual, never usually getting mad at Tony no matter what he did. But he could sense the anger radiating of Steve, and he wanted to avoid a fight between the two. He’d deal with Tony’s attitude later.

Sitting up in a manner in which can only be described as an excitable meerkat, he raised his hand for permission to contribute.

“Why don’t some of us try going in from the back, and the others distracting them, that way-”

“Peter, shush, we’re talking”, Tony cut him off, finally looking up from the stark pad in his hands with an uninterested gaze.

Peter went silent, his excited posture slipping away as he looked over at Tony, seemingly quite hurt. “Why are you being like this Tones”, he spoke, his voice much quieter but it didn’t lose the softness it usually held. He wasn’t angry, just upset, at least for now.

“Sweetheart you know I love you, but you’re eighteen and have about as much skill as Barton. Why don’t you go play in the lab for a while.” Peter could deal with Tony’s sass, he could deal with his arrogance sometimes, but doubting his skill was a low blow.

To the right of him, there came an offended “hey” from Clint but Peter ignored it.

“You’re being an arse Tony”, Peter said, his eyebrows knitted with frustration as he looked over Tony’s face but there was no ounce of remorse present.

Red faced Peter huffed lightly, before abruptly standing up and grabbing onto Tony’s shoulder. It seemed Tony had forgotten that Peter’s super strength, although not used often, was as enhanced as it could be.

He roughly pulled Tony up, gripping onto the collar of his shirt. “Excuse us for a moment guys”, Peter said quietly, not giving any explanation as he dragged Tony from the room.

The man didn’t struggle, actually finding Peter’s sudden confidence quite amusing. In Tony’s mind it was like a kicked puppy growing at his owner. Adorable.

Or so he thought, at least.

“Where are we going?”, Tony asked with a laugh, stumbling as Peter pulled him down the hallways. He didn’t get an answer, but he realised soon enough as Peter pulled the door open to their (or rather his but Peter had claimed as his own at the beginning of their relationship) bedroom.

With a grunt, Peter pulled him inside, letting out a long breath to try and calm his anger, before slamming the door.

“I’ll ask you one more time, what’s gotten into you?”, Peter said. trying to keep his voice steady. His fingers tapped at his thigh keeping a careful gaze on Tony as the man adjusted his collar with a smirk.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about sweetheart”, he hummed, only to have Peter scoff.

“You’ve been nothing but downright rude to everyone Tony”, Peter whispered, the pain in his eyes clear. He was frustrated at not being able to get through to him, but also more than upset at the fact that Tony was acting like he was some child. “What you said to me, just now in the meeting, was uncalled for. If my age means I can’t even talk in meetings because I’m too young, then why are you even with me.”

It was evident that in that moment Tony’s facade dropped. He knew deep down that he was hurting the ones he loved dearly. But even himself couldn’t figure out why. He just felt compelled.. wrong, but uncontrollable.

Peter however, well Peter was pretty sure he knew.

Tony sighed, stepping forward slowly in a guilty manner. “I’m sorry baby, you know I didn’t mean it-”

Yet much like Tony had cut him off, Peter held up a hand with a glare.

“No Tony, I know you didn’t mean it. But you’re sure as hell ain’t sorry. Making a direct attack against my skills, and my age, you wouldn’t do that. You’re nice despite whatever kind of hero complex you currently have. It’s not the truth, and we both know that”, Peter said, his voice raising slightly.

By the way Tony was shifting uncomfortably at being put in his place, Peter realised he was right.

He didn’t let Tony even open his mouth, arms crossed over his chest he lifted his shoulders slightly. He was in no way taller than Tony, but it gave him a bit of height.

“That’s how I know you’re just doing this for attention”, Peter finished, his eyes bright at his newfound power between them, as he looked over Tony. The man in question looked good in surprise, a small frown on his lips.

“What…?”, he questioned quietly.

“Attention”, Peter repeated, “You’re being a brat on purpose”, he stated stubbornly, looking Tony up and down with an angry gaze.

Tony almost choked. Looking over Peter with an embarrassed gaze. “A brat, really Pete?”, he muttered quietly.

“Yes. A brat. That’s all you are. Don’t act like you haven’t been doing this so that I’d notice and out you in your place”, sensing Tony’s embarrassment, Peter sighed quietly, moving to run a hand through Tony’s hair gently. Unlike usual, in which he may press a kiss to his wrist or something like that, this time Tony nuzzled against the hand with a quiet mewl.

“Don’t think this is me letting you go away with this”, Peter said sternly after a moment, pulling his hand away. “You’ve hurt Steve, been mean to Clint, made Bucky very conscious this week, and you even pissed James off. If all you needed was for me to take charge, you didn’t need to act up to do it. And when we’re done here you’re going to apologise.”

Tony nodded lightly, refusing to look at Peter, but gasped as he felt a sharp grip grab onto his chin and force him into look into deep brown eyes. “Use your words…”. Peter growled.

Tony let out a shaky breath, his throat suddenly very dry as he swallowed before opening his mouth. “Okay”, he croaked our, but by the darkening of Peter’s eyes he tensed, not even needing Peter to say it before he continued: “Yes sir”, he finally answered. Peter raised an eyebrow - Tony coughed slightly. “Yes master”, he finally muttered.

Peter smiled, not his usual cute innocent smile, but an amused smirk. ��Good boy”, he hummed, pressing a kiss to Tony’s lips gently before pulling away. “It’s not good enough tho, you’re going to have to work harder than that to gain my forgiveness!”

Practically keening at the praise, Tony dropped to his knees, head bowed, hands on his knees. “I’m sorry sir, please forgive me”, he begged quietly , chest rising and falling as he panted softly at the thrill of it all.

Peter laughed, quite enjoying the sight in front of him, titling his head slightly. “Mhm, I dunno baby, you’ve been real bad”, he teased, revelling in the sound of Tony’s whine.

“See, all you needed was for me to take care of you. Right Tony? The little brat just needed some attention from his master?”, he asked, as Tony nodded eagerly.

“Y-yes sir. I’ve been such a bad boy. Wanna make it up to you. Bad boy, I’m a bad boy. Do anything master”, he hummed, looking up at Peter, wide eyed and innocent.

“Okay baby, don’t worry, I’m going to make sure you pay for your behaviour”, he said softly, pressing a light kiss to his head, before he pulled Tony’s head to his crotch.

Instantly Tony began to mouth at Peter’s thigh, never once taking his gaze away him as he began to undo his pants.

Yeah, Peter was sure he could get used to this sometimes. Sure Tony was annoying, but if this is what he got out of it, Peter wasn’t complaining at all.

~~~

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#starker #starker fanfiction #tony stark #peter parker #tony stark x peter parker #skylar writes #sub!tony #dom!peter #anon request

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mayorofcattown · 4 years ago

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lol it’s been a while, but finally making an update on the original VN I’ve been (very slowly) working on. I meant to do this like a month ago but wanted to finish up some sketches first and then all of well everything happened and I got distracted oops. planning on just posting most general updates on here tho, there’s not much point putting original stuff behind a paywall atm, I figure the better way to get ppl interested is to talk abt it here

anyway I’ve decided to just jump right into making it rather than trying to make another smaller game, mostly cause I haven’t had any better ideas and also cause the coding was honestly easier than I expected anyway.

Been making some progress on the design/aesthetic stuff (like the logo and sprite/menu roughs above), plus some boring back end stuff setting up some of the mechanics/systems the game is gonna use in renpy, which tbh sounds way fancier than it is... but anyway this will get long so I’m gonna put the rest under the cut

I posted it above, but I made a new logo! I honestly wasn’t planning to at first, I was just making some minor updates to it so I could try out some interface layouts, and then next minute I’d been fussing with it for like four hours, oops. But I like the way it turned out (tho I might fiddle with the i a bit more...) it fits the aesthetic nicely, tho I still need to make an actual like. vector version of it to actually use in things

here’s a comparison of it next to the old one if anyone’s curious (old one is top)

anyway, as for the game itself I’ve mostly just been setting up the different stat systems, and I’ve got a working glossary, stats and friendship system going, though they’re very bare bones at the moment, as you can see below

they weren’t actually as hard to put in as I thought they would be tbh, the glossary was actually harder weirdly enough ha ha. though they’ll probably get more complicated once there’s actual Content to deal with...the actual game itself is still very basic tho

I have been doing some interface designs, all still very rough wireframes tho. most of them honestly were basically illegible to anyone but me, but I do have this nicer looking wireframe of the stats page that I put together. I tried to work as much with the existing renpy layout as possible, as editing the layouts of things in renpy is a Huge Pain compared to just changing colours and slapping nice background art in is lol. the fourth character here is a character who I’m still working on finalising some of the design and story for, so I can’t show her yet, but Soon

one new character I Can show off tho (as you can see from the first sprite art I posted, ignore how messy it is, they were mostly just to rough out the interface) is this guy:

I am very indecisive abt names but I’m like 90% settled on naming him ‘Kai Parata’, he’s a young mechanic working at his family’s mechanic place where he mostly works repairing mechanical pets. He and Trinity become very good friends ;)

On the subject of the story, I haven’t been working on it as actively as the other parts, in the sense that I haven’t written any actual scripts or anything, mostly just spit balling ideas around parts of the story I’ve been struggling with. I’ve had this story idea since I was like, 15, and that’s definitely meant a lot of the writing process has been course correcting Bad Ideas I came up with when I was a teen lol. And the ‘bad idea’ I’d been struggling with lately was the police elements of the setting. I’d been pretty hmm abt it for a year or two now already but these last few months were uhh definitely the nail in the coffin that made me actually commit to changing it. While the story never really framed them as ‘good’, I mean its a dystopia the cops being shitty is basically a genre requirement, and it’s a fairly minor part of the story, I still didn’t feel anyone would be comfortable reading abt it, and I def wasn’t comfortable writing it anymore.

But once I actually dug into it, I realised it wasn’t actually super critical to the story, I’d rly only made a cop character in the first place cause I needed something to contrast a ‘hacker’ and that’s the first thing I thought of, but once I thought abt it there were wayy better options. Turns out making the character guy working in security at the big wig tech firm Skyler hacks into accomplishes literally the exact same beats story wise, fits way better with the story’s themes and world building, and also gave me a tonne of ideas for his backstory which I’d been stuck on for a while. And it isn’t going to make people’s skin crawl anywhere near as much... It’s certainly a much better direction for the story either way.

Anyway, that about wraps up most of what I’ve been working on. Next I’m probably going to start setting up the interface designs in game, and (hopefully) actually plotting out some of the story. I might also do some rough sprites and things too. Also actually design some of the environments too oops... anyway we’ll see.

Currently my plans for actually releasing stuff is probably just work on the game until I’ve got most of the core elements designed/implemented, and then just release a demo of the first few chapters for ppl to play so I can test it/gain interest. I had been considering doing like a mini spinoff first, but I never had any good ideas lol so I’ve just decided to go with a demo version. Who knows how long it’ll be before that happens tho, while the story doesn’t need to be finished I will need a p decent portion of the art done to even release anything. But things are getting there ya know

#honestly it felt like a hadn't done much but seeing it all compiled here it actually looks like a lot lol #tho it is over the space of like idk. 6 months???#VNS #art #I guess?#original art

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probably-writing-x · 6 years ago

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london.

~Tom Holland~

~Inspired by london by Sarah Close~

(I wanted to post a cute piece for Tom's birthday but... Umm... I'm kind of preferring writing angst at the minute! Let me know your thoughts on it and if I'm actually any good at writing angst?!)

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These streets had never felt more bleak. In every step you took, you were sure you could feel your heart losing all hope just a fraction more, increasing further and further as you neared the apartment. Your feet ached with a plead for you to give them one day of rest that your schedule just couldn't plan. If anyone wanted to say being a dancer wasn't difficult, you could give them a million blisters to prove otherwise. Yeah, times were tough. And you'd never wanted to leave more.

With a heavy heart, you made your way into the flat, being welcomed with an infamous chill and an empty greeting from the absent company. You'd lived in London since you were sixteen and had first moved here for college, now in your early twenties living with your boyfriend. This place had been a complete haven when you first arrived, a hub of sheer opportunity for your blossoming career with every door holding an opportunity you could've never had in your old, remote lifestyle. But your screaming feet were begging for you to run away now, to chase away the grey clouds and return to the crashing coast of your past.

Things weren't the same now. You were struggling to find work in this overcrowded career and had forced yourself to take a simple barista job to earn some money - something that, though a decent job, didn't satisfy the dreams of your four year old self. Things weren't as free as you'd hoped your career would be.

And you wanted to leave.

You wanted that surge of excitement as soon as the roads turned to bumpy country paths and your settings faded to green surroundings to signal your closeness to home. You wanted that clattering of stainless steel against overfilled ceramic plates and the quietening of chatter as you all settled into the meal you felt as though you'd been waiting years for.

And then there was that glimmer. In the darkened streets and quiet surroundings, you were met with the sound of keys in the door to signal the return of your only company here: Tom. You two had been together for three years now and you'd moved in together about a year ago. It used to be great. He was loving, conscious, caring and truly everything you could ask for in a boyfriend. But he was a busy man. Filming, interviews, meetings etc. gave him a packed schedule and it didn't take long for you to lose your place of priority in that list. There'd been a distance between the two of you for a while now and it seemed to give you even more encouragement to pack up and leave this place.

"Hey," Tom mouths when he walks in, phone pressed to his ear as he rambles on to someone of his team about something in his life.

There was no smile on his lips or fleeting love in the warmth of his eyes. It was like he was grown bored of you, as you had done with this so-called home.

The ambitious nature of this city had drained a lot from your relationship with Tom. He was surrounded by the hustle and bustle of his career and that meant he would slowly, slowly lose the you that he thought he'd have forever.

"Tom, can I speak to you for a second?" You ask, your voice quiet and uncertain as you glance at him, now finished on the phone.

He frowns at you and nods, shuffling over on the bed to let you sit next to him.

You lift your legs up and tuck your knees close to your chest, "T, I'm really not doing great,"

"What are you talking about?" He asks, eyes darting across your body as though he was looking for signs of damage.

"I hate it here. I feel like nothing is going right - I'm working stupid hours and I've got that crap job that I hate on top of that, I'm barely seeing you an-"

Tom lets out an overly irritated groan, "You're making this so fucking tough,"

You watch him hopelessly as he gets up from the bed, pacing in front of you.

"This is how the industry is! I'm an actor and you're a dancer. You're just starting out so you need to give it time. And as for not seeing me, are we seriously going through this again?" He exclaims, his voice feeling far too angry for you to want to respond. You told yourself it was because he was tired.

"I just feel so lost," You mumble, feeling a chill of tears wash over your eyes.

You welcomed the feeling for it reminded you of home. It reminded you of the breeze of the coastline and the joyous greet of a stranger in the morning rain. It made you want to fall asleep on dew soaked grass underneath a blanket of visible stars.

Tom could see it now. He'd been ignorant to it in the past for he loved everything London could offer and he was caught up in his own joy enough to forget the idea that anyone could see it as bad. He'd realised now that he'd abandoned you for a life of phone calls, meetings and filming. A life that he promised himself he'd bring you along for - every step of the way.

"Listen I-" Tom begins again, calmer in his words now he understood their effect.

"Forget I said anything," You are quick to interrupt, "I just want to go to bed,"

It was 5 o'clock. But bed was the only excuse to not continue this conversation and not admit your longing to leave.

"It's not even dark out," He gestures aimlessly towards the open curtains, "And you haven't eaten,"

You shake your head with pursed lips, " 'm not hungry,"

"You won't be saying that in a couple hours, and you know how loud your stomach is when it grumbles," Tom chuckles, the joy falling flat amongst the room.

"I just want to get in bed," You repeat your previous desire, getting up from the bed and walking into the bathroom.

Tom's shoulders drop and he runs a hand through his hair. He regretted his actions, of course. And he'd never seen you look further from being yourself. He'd always described you as his little ray of sun. Every time he was stressed, tired, low, you were there to tell him something silly or do something loving to prove to him there was always a positivity in whatever problem he had. You were there at the end of every shitty day on set, every audition he didn't quite get, every time. You were there on the other side of the door, other side of the phone, to tell him exactly why all of that shit didn't have to matter. And, what made it worse, was that he couldn't do the same for you when you needed it. Well, no, he could've - easily he could've! But his own selfish wrap up of recent success was there to restrain him from being that boy you fell in love with. He could feel you slipping away. And he'd never known a feeling so terrifying.

"Here," Tom's voice sounds from the direction of the ensuite door.

You glance up from washing your face and see him stood awkwardly in the gap.

"I got you one of my t-shirts and a pair of shorts," He comments quickly, setting them down onto the counter.

You swipe the towel from the rail and pat it over your face, "Thank you,"

"I'll, uhh," He starts again, scratching the back of his neck, "I'll just be outside,"

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By the time you step back into the bedroom, Tom has pulled back the covers on the bed and is leaning back against the headboard, propped up by the fluffy pillow beneath him. Unlike normal sights, he doesn't have his phone in hand and instead has his eyes focused on the sheets, evidently in deep thought.

"What are you thinking about?" You ask him instinctively, though there isn't the same light to your voice as there normally is.

"You," He says, looking up to watch you with a glimmer in his dark eyes, "I think I might take some time off work. I should be making more of an effort in this relationship and I want to show that,"

"Don't T," You shake your head, "You don't need to do that or think about that now,"

"I want to help (Y/n). If that means I watch you do the same dances a thousand times over or I wait outside of every single audition to see how you've done or-" Tom rambles, "Well, I could try arguing with the bosses if they don't give you the job,"

You let out a little laugh but it doesn't reach your eyes, "I'm tired Tom, I just want to think about anything but my failing career and London and everything,"

He nods in understanding, "Then come on over here darling,"

Without debate, you climb into the bed beside him and welcome his arm instantly wrapping around you. He settles his head atop yours and presses a kiss into your hair, inhaling the lingering scent of your shampoo. One of his hands trails underneath the t-shirt that you wore, tickling patterns onto your stomach in the way he knew always seemed to settle you.

The sunset was falling low outside of the apartment now and you were thankful for the curtains still being drawn open, watching the city views glow as though they were warming the chill of the flat. It was in moments like this that you would describe them as magic. When it was just you and Tom, no distractions, no stresses, nothing. Just you two and the cocoon of bed sheets around you. He occasionally would hum or sing a tune but, today, opted to remain completely silent. Maybe this life wasn't so bad. Maybe it was just phases that you'd have to deal with to appreciate the havens that you were greeted with - the lights at the ends of the tunnels. Like reuniting with an old friend, you and Tom would always be pulled back to each other - too strong to be pulled apart.

"I really need to fart but I don't want to ruin the moment," He mumbles into the settled air and you can't help but laugh at his typical immaturity.

"I'll still love you, even if you do stink," You comment back, quiet but audible all the same.

Tom looks down, "I haven't ruined that, have I?"

He's more serious now. No longer joking as he was only seconds ago. And there was a hint of fear pressing into the muddy colour of his orbs. He didn't fear that he'd ruined the atmosphere now. He was utterly terrified that his previous actions had ruined your love for him.

"I'm not out of love with you, Thomas Holland," You perch yourself up, settling a hand on his chest to feel the race of his heartbeat.

"Yet," He smirks, leaning forward to press his lips to yours, lingering there without going any further. Both of you just needed the contact.

Because, no matter how bad things got, Tom always found a way to make you want him again. And that was all that would matter.

~~~

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szabvero · 5 years ago

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Escapril2020 Part 1

Since I got reeeeeally far behind on my Escapril prompts, I decided to post them all together. It got a bit dark.

Dawn

The mountains were quiet for most ears, but he knew what to listen to. Every little murmur of the wind had a special meaning, and over the centuries he learned to understand most of them.

His eyes closed, the boy turned his head towards the last owl reurning home, its path crossed by a bat only a few seconds later. If they were worse flyers, they would have crashed into each other, feeding a few lucky predators with their flesh. This was not the day.

He felt a subtle change in the wind that was not there two days ago. He couldn't exactly figure out what it was, but as his eyelids turned red on the inside, he was sure he will see it clearly in the morning light.

Growth

As he blinked away the sparkles in his eyes, he noticed a tiny creature in the soil, only a few hundred meters away. He shouldn't have sensed the minor difference, since the leaves barely made it to the surface, yet.

As he leaped from the tree he called his home, he felt a subtle inner pulse coming from the so far purple plant. His curiosity led him forward, crouching down next to the new neighbour, removing a twig from over it to give it more space to grow.

Is anyone listening?

"Hello, little creature" he whispered, barely recognising his own voice. It's been months since he felt like talking, and out here alone, nobody would care anyways.

The boy gently caressed the little plant, and as his ears picked up a new noise coming from the west, he gracefully jumped back onto the tree, hiding between the branches.

Eartlhy pleasures

He liked watching the fragile ones arriving in his forest thinking they know where they are. It was an adorable sight; expression of expertiese on their faces while looking for treasures they believed to be hidden. He could barely contain his chuckle when the old man and his dog dug out a mushroom from the soft ground, congratulating themselves on the achivement, while nature gave them the treat willingly.

He remembered the time he fought dragons and drank wine to have fun and shook his head, with nostalgia caressing his skin with a warm tingle.

The view from up here

A few minutes passed, and he turned his eyes the other way, looking at the mountains as the morning sun gently discovered them again.

Sometimes if bored, he would rearrange the clouds, write ancient stories with their shadows on the top of houses and fields of grass. His language was so old, that noone would recognise the signs, not even seeing them from their fancy airplanes and helicopters.

He only stopped when the flowers below started crying for more light, or not even then. The boy knew they were strong and could take his cruelty, as he took part in their pain and multiplied it for himself. It was only fair.

Obsession

He has always been drawn to the concept of pain, himself being incapable of feeling it, only when he stole it from others. It was a curse he had to fight when he moved to the realm of the humans as they called themselves.

Many have died who tried to help him understand what they were feeling, and many more who did not have such desires. The boy had to learn how to balance on the thin line separating as much as possible from too much.

It took him decades to silence the urge and take control of himself, but he still had to keep it in his mind every day, it being the most important part of his endless existence.

Chemical reaction

His thoughts were interrupted by a creature flying in his field of vision, softly caressing his face with tiny waves of air as it flapped it's tireless wings. The colours once hurt his eyes, but by now he got used to the vibrant presence visiting him every morning.

He held out his hand and let the butterfly take a rest on his skin, reading his very being with its sensitive receptors. He was amazed by how swiftly their conversations went compared to using actual words with beings of speech. This was a more defined way of communication, putting a faint smile on his face.

Hometown

The friendly insect reminded him of his own people. Sometimes he dared to wonder where they might be, since he was torn from them at a young age, not knowing the way back home. It might have been for the best, as sometimes he was too much for himself alone. One more like him around would turn his world upside down.

As he felt the butterfly say its goodbye, he sent one nod to the creature, and he spent a few minutes staring after it. The boy couldn't explain how they got along so well; maybe it was the forest connecting them, maybe the lack of words spoken, or even as something silly as the fact that they both had wings.

Natural light

As another human walked by, he stepped behind a bigger branch to hide himself. It was hard to live a low life when you have shiny wings attached to your back, but he didn't mind it at night. The Moon was his friend, showing him the way to his prays, presenting a clearer path than the Sun ever could.

In his new position, his attention was drawn to the purple flower that appeared close to his tree. The glowing coming from inside it has quited down, but he could feel the pulsing energy coming from it becoming stronger. Something was not right.

Parasitic

As he flew closer to the living thing about to bloom, he tried to remember where he felt this power before. It sparked long forgotten memories, but it was all just a blur, a smudge on the edge of his mind.

As his feet touched the ground, the energy ran through his bones shaking his core, so he flew back up, his wings desperately trying to take him further from danger.

As the purple flower opened up and the petals reached out to wrap around his body, he ralised his mistake. It was too late.

Heaven/Hell

The boy tried to push on the walls around him, and as someone who once fought with the most fearsome monsters this world is a home to and won, they should have at least budged. Never before felt panic reached his throat, as he screamed for help - to whom, he had no idea.

The flower's petals covered him in a liquid that glued his wings to his back, and as he struggled for freedom, his lungs hurting from the toxic air around him, his skin started to burn as his screams slowly died on his lips.

Submerged in water

As suddenly as it started, the choking hold on him started to ease, and he slipped down from the petals. He had no control over his body anymore, had no strength to fight.

As he fell into the pool of liquid underneath, he waited for his body to rise to the surface. He knew the parasite wouldn't kill him. It needed his life energy to stay alive, just as he needed to hunt every night.

The boy took a gasp of air that immediately got stuck in his throat as new thoughts started to flood his mind, none of them his own. He was connected to the flower, and with it, to all living things.

It was overwhelming.

The city

How long it took him to finally breathe, the boy didn't know. He felt all emotions of the world at once, and it took all his remaining sanity to not let himself go mad because of them.

He was floating on the surface of the water, his wings completely destroyed by his struggle and the toxins, and all he could do was to rebuild his mind from the ashes.

He envisioned a mountain of dust that swirled around like a hurricane, as it felt closest to what was going on in his head at the moment. He carefully reached into the hurricane, grabbing one tiny dust particle at a time, and got to work.

Pink, like your brain

As the last grains of dust found it's place in his creation, he admitted to himself in his agony that he should have seen it coming.

Ignoring signs and taking rush actions has never been his luckiest move, but somehow the parasite got the best of him. Maybe he was finally getting old.

Otherwise how could he have missed the colour of the bud, vibrant blue energy from the planet itself staining the clear innocence of the pink flower growing all around his home. He tried to shake his head.

Euphoria

The boy realized what was making him so disoriented. Even tho his wings still felt usual, a distant part of himself while crumpled and sticking to his back, the rest of his body was in pain. Actual pain that was not stolen from an outside source; it was coming from within, making his nerves shiver with anticipation.

Tho it was still nowhere near to his usual preference, the agony that itself is capable of pushing one out of existence, it was still elevating his mind to unknown heights, opening up new possibilities.

Maybe almost being squished to death wasn't so bad afterall, he thought.

Part 2

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pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles · 6 years ago

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Colour Me In Part 3

“Oh that is not good,” Michael cracked up and Calum just glared at him.

“Will you shut up unless you're going to help,” he grumbled fiddling with his bass. Lunch with Eliza had been amazing, and he'd really felt like he was starting to get somewhere with this girl. Kevin's sudden appearance at lunch had him worried.

“Maybe it's better to get it all out now,” Michael tried to sound reassuring.

“Get what out now?” Luke asked, entering the room trailed by Ashton.

“His new girl's best friend is gonna tattle on him before he gets a chance to get it,” Michael told them.

“Wait I thought you weren't talking to Nat?” Luke asked slightly confused.

“No, dummy, the deaf girl, Eliza.” Ashton poked Luke in the side to get him out of his way. “I thought you guys were having lunch today?”

“We did,” Calum told him, “but her closest guy friend, Kevin,” Cal made a face when he said the name, “came out of nowhere and told her I looked familiar. So when I ask her where he works she says he's a model and works the door at Emerald City.”

The guys laugh but Calum cuts them off “and The Chelsea,” the guys stopped laughing, “and Lucky's,” Calum finished.

“Ooooh that fucking sucks dude,” Luke sat down facing him.

“Of all places though, I don't think there's a girl in that bar that hasn't seen your dick at some point,” Ashton laughed.

“You're one to fucking talk,” Calum huffed, “you're worse than me. Didn't you have Cass over last weekend?”

“I did actually, she says hi by the way, keeps joking about wanting a threesome with both of us,” Ashton chuckled.

“She's not joking,” Calum shot back raising his eyebrows.

“Okay so Cass, Kimmie, Jen…” Luke started naming names.

“Hollie and Haley,” Michael chimed in.

“…Alanna, Charlotte, Jay, and most currently Natasha….so yea Calum is a straight up fuckboy.”

Kevin leaned towards Eliza, nodding his head furiously as he signed with quick dramatic gestures.

Eliza, sitting across from him on the couch, threw up her hands in exasperation at the way Kevin was so concerned for her well being over Calum. He'd insisted on her coming over after work so they could talk.

“Did you think I didn't know that? He's in a band. I work for a publicist. Laura, my co-worker even had a thing with his friend Ashton. You and Mags act like I've never encountered fuckboys before. Besides have you seen Calum? I'm trying to have some fun here.” Eliza’s hands were tense as she signed slowly and deliberately, her face a mask of sarcasm.

Kevin laughed and rolled his eyes setting his phone down so he could look at her while they talked.

“Listen,” he signed,” I just don't want you to get hurt. None of the girls had anything bad to say about him except, the second you fall for him Calum lets you down gently, but he does not stick around.”

“KV, you know I don't have time for a boyfriend. My job is crazy. My personal project, Mr Zachary James, is a little shit who won't stay out of trouble, and my boss is terrifying. I know I'm not as experienced as you, or Calum,” Eliza smirked at him and Kevin flipped her off. “The guys I've dated have been boring or turned out to be assholes. I want an adventure, is that so wrong?”

Kevin rolled his eyes, “This is pointless, all the women in your family are stubborn as hell. Just be careful. I do think it's cute he's learning to sign. How much you wanna bet that's your sister?” He signed as both their phones buzzed.

Open Group Chat

Mags the Mighty Okay today has been insanely busy. I know you two are huddled up discussing lunch with Rock Star. What's the consensus?

Maggie sat back and waited knowing both of them were desperately trying to be first.

King KVN so you already know your sister is impossible, but I found out dog boy has been getting it with all the models, thots, and bad bitches that work at Lucky's and The Chelsea. This bitch doesn't care because she's thirsty. I'm trying to talk some sense into her.

Big EZ basically everything he said is true, but he has to be extra about it. From here on out every time you call him dog boy I will scuff one of your sneakers.

Mags the Mighty so wait you're okay with Calum fucking around like that? I mean he's hot and for a vacation hookup or weekend hookup sure. He's taking you on dates, asking about your family, and even signing… Maybe he likes you.

Big EZ I don't have time for any of that Mags. Besides look at Patrick and Miguel it's not like I've got a great track record

King KVN those dipshits weren't your fault and I will not tolerate my best friend putting herself down. Miguel was too insecure to handle a woman as smart and beautiful as you and he cheated to compensate. That's on him not you. Patrick is a sad little man with a sad little dick who tries to slide into your DMs WEEKLY even though he's supposedly happy with his girlfriend.

Mags the Mighty You're so extra Kev. we are not here to discuss Eliza's dismal history with men. Besides that was high school and we're all trying to pretend that never happened. When do we get to hang out with rock stars?

BIG EZ I haven't heard from him since lunch. He got all weird after Kev popped up. If you messed this up for me. I swear I will maim you.

Just then Eliza's boss interrupted their conversation with a flurry of text messages. Another client, country music party girl Shelby Keeler, had just been arrested in Texas in a bar fight, and TMZ had footage. Evie already had Maria Reynolds, the only person helping her with the nightmare that was Zachary James, on a plane to Houston to do damage control.

Not only that but his ex girlfriend, model and heiress Daisy Moss, was rumored to be hanging back around. Zachary was smart enough to try and keep this from Eliza and Jeanette, his manager, as their drug fueled bust up in a hotel suite had almost destroyed his career and cost him most of his sponsors.

Zac had been a child actor and teen pop star before washing out at 17. A couple years after that he'd built a following on YouTube with a series of videos documenting his failed comeback attempt, his struggles with mental health, and life post fame. He showed how he cared for his mom who was deaf and had a bad back from a car accident. His sister was in and out of his life as she bounced between rehab and addiction.

He'd developed his YouTube channel as a launch pad for phase 2 of his career getting a reality show on E that was entering its fifth season. However, two years ago he'd met Daisy, and since then his life had been chaos.

Eliza sighed, annoyed that her weekend was now going to be spent worried at the prospect of all her hard work with Zac going to shit. She realized when she finally got home she still hadn't heard from Calum since they'd parted ways after lunch. That was unusual but it was the weekend and Calum was probably at some bar with one of his girls. Eliza was stunned how pissed off the idea of Calum hitting on another woman made her.

Calum didn't know what to do. He wanted to text Eliza and somehow explain himself, but there was nothing to say. Everything Kevin could tell her was true, and for the first time in a long time Calum felt a bit ashamed of his behavior. Not out of regret or a sense of morality, he hated how it looked and what it might cost him. He declined to go out that night, and instead huddled up in his apartment with Duke.

Calum pouted the entire weekend. He didn't leave the house or talk to anyone for two days. Instead he ordered takeout, worked on a song, or watched videos on his laptop. He checked Eliza's Twitter and Insta but there were no posts. He even checked Zachary James’ accounts to see if work was keeping her busy, but found nothing.

Eliza spent the entire weekend with Jeanette keeping an eye on Zac. Daisy was back around and had even come by the house a couple times. Luckily he was ignoring his ex, for now, but between him whining about his failed relationship, and Jeanette bitching about Zac, Eliza was irritated for 48 hours, and it gave her a headache. By Monday morning she was in a terrible mood and took part of the morning off to spend some time with Oliver. They went to Marian's because lemon bars always lifted her spirits.

She saw Calum pulling out of the parking lot as she started to turn in. Eliza thought he saw her, but then he was gone. After placing her order and settling into a table on the patio she found herself distracted, glancing at the entrance hoping to see him walk in. Finally she'd had enough, Eliza wasn't going to let Calum ghost her without calling him on his bullshit.

Haven't heard from you since Friday, makes me wonder if Kevin frightened you off. I gotta admit, I'm disappointed, didn't think you'd scare that easily. I thought you were tougher than that.

She hit send and immediately wanted to take it back. She sent Kevin a screenshot of what she'd done and to her surprise he was awake and answered back.

Yaaasssssss, tell him about himself. I will say this tho… Your boy was nowhere to be seen this weekend. All his boys came out to Lucky's Saturday night, and I know for a fact both Haley and Nat hit him up this weekend. No one's heard anything.

He could always have girls you don't know about.

Stop that, we all know I know everything

Eliza stopped laughing when Calum’s name popped up

I'm an ass. I knew what Kevin would tell you, and it's all true, I can't deny that. I figured you'd be done so I just didn't feel like talking to anyone this weekend. I stayed home and worked on some songs.

Do you really think I was that shocked? You're in a band, you're young, and hot. You had a hickey when we met up at the dog park. I may not be very experienced, but I'm not some sheltered, naive, stupid little deaf girl.

Okay okay I'm sorry, I should have texted you. It looked bad, but I never ever thought you were naive or stupid. I think you're smart, funny, and charming. I thought a woman as classy as you could do better than someone with my history. Let me take you on a proper date. We can even be chaperoned.

What are you even talking about? Chaperoned?

Yes, let me take you out to dinner and Oliver and Duke can come along and make sure I behave like a gentleman.

You're playing the Duke card, that's completely unfair.

Tomorrow night? I can pick you guys up.

Tomorrow is fine. Tell me the time and place and I'll meet you there. I’m not ready to have you meet my mother.

Eliza realized she was holding her breath and exhaled suddenly very nervous. Her first real date with Calum, and he was determined to treat her like a lady. She wasn't entirely sure how to feel about that. What she was sure of is that she needed to figure out what to wear. She texted Maggie and Kevin and headed to work.

Eliza glanced back at Oliver in the back seat as she put the car into park. The little dude was smiley and wagging his tail although a bit apprehensive by the unfamiliar surroundings. Eliza has been thrilled when Calum told her he wanted to try Mohawk Bend, it was her sister's favorite pizza place and very dog friendly. The hostess waved to Eliza and Oliver doing a bit of a double take.

Kevin had outdone himself with her outfit tonight. He'd put her in black leggings and her black push up bra that made her boobs look huge. He then wrapped a tan cashmere scarf around her chest, hiding her cleavage so her mom wouldn't bitch. Over that he'd layered a burgundy lightweight dress, that was actually a swimsuit cover-up, using one of his belts to turn it into a cute tunic. They'd decided on simple makeup with a dark burgundy lip, black motorcycle boots and a careful application of gold highlighter to her face, body, and hair to complete the look. Her hair was in a loose Grecian braid with gold wire wrapped throughout helping tame her curls.

Calum saw Eliza walk up to the podium and show the hostess his text message about already having a table. She looked amazing without trying too hard. He'd promised to behave like a gentleman, but as his eyes took in her curves as she walked up the table, his thoughts turned carnal. Oliver and Duke greeted each other like long lost friends. Eliza smiled at him and his mind went blank. He grabbed his phone.

I had this really cool plan to impress you with some new signs I learned this weekend, but I'm too nervous to remember any of them.

Eliza wanted to scoff at the idea of Calum Hood being nervous around any woman, but despite looking insanely handsome in his all black t shirt and jeans combo, he was fidgety and sweating.

He let her decide what to order so they could share. She chose the white mushroom pizza and fish tacos to split.

They played with the dogs while they waited for the food to arrive. When it did they took turns going to wash their hands and Eliza couldn't help but notice Calum left his phone on the table when he got up.

Dinner was lovely. They went through extra napkins as they kept getting sauce everywhere. Calum fed her tacos, she wiped sauce off his chin. They kept laughing at jokes no one else got with Oliver and Duke dozing snuggled together under the table. Calum heard an older couple making comments about them being on their phones.

How do you sign mind your own business?

Eliza looked up at him and he shot a quick glance at the older fellow giving them a sour look.

She looked back at Calum signing

“Mind your own business?” he asked out loud as his hands mirrored hers. She nodded and Calum heard the guy mutter “How was I supposed to know.”

Calum insisted Eliza take the rest of the pizza home to Maggie, paid the check with a generous tip, and walked them to her car. Standing next to her car they stood there texting, neither of them quite ready to see the night end or push it further.

Until a text from Evie broke the spell and Eliza needed to go.

Calum held up a hand mouthing “wait, wait” and sent another text.

I remember one of the things I learned now

Eliza looked up and Calum raised his eyebrows and signed “Can I kiss you?”

She nodded and reached up resting her hand on the back of his neck, pulling him towards her as he lowered his lips to hers.

They both melted into the kiss, lips parting, tongues colliding and his hand gripping her hip pulling her closer. Eliza felt him get hard and she pushed her body against him. Calum broke the kiss, panting and looking at her with nothing but lust in his eyes. Eliza wanted him to keep going but he shook his head.

I don't want you to think you're just another girl.

He signed “good night, I'll text you,” before giving her another quick kiss and picking Duke up so he could say his goodbyes.

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mainly-kpop · 6 years ago

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text me

She sits on the bus flicking through her music trying to find the perfect song, a task that usually takes a ridiculous amount of time for her to just settle on a song shes listened to so many times before. One of those ones you listen to and never get sick of. She slouched down in her seat slightly watching the people pile in one after the other, a clear almost robotic routine to her days. Closing her eyes she relaxes into the bubble she had placed around her simply by putting headphones in, she bobbed her head gently to the music letting herself be immersed completely.

A light tap on her shoulder brought her back to the world, with a jolt she gave a gentle tug to one of the headphones letting it fall out of her ear. She looked up at the man who was standing in front of her. His fluffy looking dark hair parted straight down the middle,and curving in the bangs, it had a childish and almost sweet kind of turn to it, she smiled mostly to herself. The man had a smile which she could only describe to be blinding to mere mortals, coffee coloured brown eyes dancing along with the smile. he was tall and slim, or maybe rather muscular it was hard to tell, if he was he hid it well. He layered on clothing today, he definitely wasn’t from here, this was a summer day kind of heat in the UK. He was most likely around her age which made her interest peak in him. In conclusion he was tall, dark and handsome, just her type.

‘May i sit?’ He spoke his voice sounded so cute yet so calming, it certainly matched the beaming smile lacing his features, her heart fluttered slightly, she had expected a deep raspy voice one fit for a mysterious man, not a soft and soothing, a voice that made her happy just listening to it. She nodded motioning her hand towards the seat telling him silently that he may indeed sit, she didn’t trust her voice to stay calm. He thanked her by bowing his head slightly and whispering a small thank you. She placed her earbud back in her ear and gazed out the window, it seemed like some dramatic movie. The typical teen movie, staring out the window listening to sad music thinking about life, that’s what she looked like right now and it almost made her laugh out loud.

Her shoulders shook slightly as she let a small laugh escape, she was almost certain she snorted, but if anyone asked or pointed it out she would deny it. The boy next to her looked at her strangely before turning back to his phone smiling. He hadn't randomly asked to sit next to her, there was plenty other seats free, plenty other places he could plop down temporarily, but she was pretty. Drifting off into her own world she looked so relaxed to him, he wanted to be near that, around that kind of energy. She was alluring to him, he liked everything about how she looked he was sure her personality must be just as good. He was so lost in admiring the girl he hardly noticed he had missed his stop. Looking up from his phone and looking at the surroundings outside the bus, his eyes widening in horror as he realised he had indeed missed his stop, 3 stops ago in fact. He pushed the button quickly running to the front of the bus waiting for the driver to stop, he stepped off quickly taking a breath as he watched the bus drive off. He patted his pockets for his phone, he should probably let Tae know what an idiot he had been. Shit. She turned to look back out the window sinking herself back into her bubble. She had concluded the boy really wasn’t from here, who forgets their stop these days. A sudden vibration on her leg broke her out of her thoughts, she looked down at her phone to see no messages, strange, she ignored it.

It happened again, and again, and again. She looked down at her leg Confused. Sitting right next to her right leg was a phone, his phone. She rolled her eyes picking it up and looking at the screen.

10 messages from Tae

What the? This boy has some obsessive friends. She decided to swipe the screen up, i mean if there was no password was she even really snooping? Of course she was, but he didn’t need to know that.

‘Hey i’m here where are you?’

‘Dude its been 5 minutes did you miss your stop?’

‘Broooo i swear to godddddddddd’

‘Dude we left 5 minutes apart how are you this late?’

‘OI YOU GIRL SITTING THERE’

‘PLEASE ANSWER MY PHONE’

‘ANSWER

ANSWER

ANSWER’ she smirked at the phone laughing at the messages, he was asking for her to open the phone he cant accuse her of anything now. To be honest she was impressed at the boys speed he had only gotten off the bus about 5 minutes ago.

‘PLEASE PICK UP MY PHONE I KNOW I LEFT IT ON VIBRATE I KNOW YOU HAVE IT’

‘ILL SCREAM THEFT IF YOU DON’T ANSWER RIGHT NOW.’ she scoffed at this statement, steal his phone? HIS phone? No thank you sir, as if she wanted a LG when she had a perfectly beautiful Iphone sitting right in her lap.

‘Wow hold up little boy I ain’t no thief, you left your own damn phone that ain’t my fault, also who doesn’t have a password on their phones these days, are you crazy?!’ She typed out the text and hit send waiting for the flurry of messages.

‘Okay okay I’m sorry, pls don’t leave...also people who don’t have anything to hide don’t have passwords, bet yours is like 15 characters long.’ She frowned at his snark then looked around the bus, what was with this idiot boy.

‘Dude, i’m on a fucking bus, what do you mean don’t leave! and my password is actually 4 numbers don’t be rude.’ Hoseok was beyond done with this girl, he had seriously miscalculated her personality. He looked at his best friend as he continued shovelling food into his mouth.

‘Can I have my phone back now?’ He frowned at the boy across the table, no, no he fucking couldn’t.

‘Not until i get my phone back buddy, unless you want me to send your photos to every girl in-’ Tae’s eyes popped out his head, no way did he just threaten to leak his nudes...

‘No! no... its okay man keep it who needs a phone right!?’ Hoseok slumped back into his seat returning the text.

‘Don’t be a brat, when do you get off the bus.’ at this rate he wasn’t going to get his phone back anytime soon. She was a pretty girl but the attitude on her was infuriating.

‘EW stalker much! I’m not telling you where I live! For all I know you left your damn phone on purpose.’ She smirked and sent the text, okay she knew he just wanted his phone back but she was enjoying winding him up, he was entertaining. She rang the bell packing her stuff up, slotting the phone in her bag, she left the bus thanking the driver and headed up the road to her house. A little humble home. She lived in a white picket fence neighbourhood but somehow wished she didn’t. The families around her had little demon children that would kick the ball into her yard, who would ding dong ditch, who climbed the bins to jump off inevitably hurting themselves then crying to their mothers like it wasn’t their own damn fault. She also didn’t quite fit in here, everyone was either 90 or married with little gremlins. She was neither of these people at this present time.

She unlocked the front door running in and closing it quickly before some random mother could invite her to their kids bake sale or something, it was not something she needed after a day like hers. Throwing her bag down in the hallway she plonked herself down on the couch, scrolling through her phone and wasting time. She had a lot to do, she usually did, this just seemed far more appealing to her.

‘She’s not answering the texts anymore what am i meant to do now!’ Tae rolled his eyes, his best friend really was the idiot of all idiots. They had made it back to their hotel, Tae looked over to Hobi’s pillow seeing he hadn’t taken advantage of the little pillow chocolate, his loss. He swiped it up and plopped it into his mouth before his friend could protest.

‘Omg maybe she stole it, or left it on the bus too, or maybe shes been kidnapped and cant answer oh or maybe she-’

‘Shut up you dingus.’ Tae pouted at being interrupted, bidding farewell to his friend, and his phone as he set of back to his room leaving Hoseok to his own devices.

He paced back and forth deciding on what to do, he could text again but hes texted a lot so far, he went into the call log on Tae’s phone and pushed his number.

She heard buzzing. incessant buzzing that wouldn't damn well stop, she got up following the sound and rolled her eyes when she realised it was her bag. picking it up plucking out the phone she answered it.

‘Hello? What do you- hello? Hello?!’ He hung up. She was confused to say the least but she looked down at the phone anyways seeing all the messages, she snorted bringing it to the living room and scrolling through the chat.

‘Why did you call me to hang up as soon as i answered? How rude!’

‘I needed you to answer! I need my damn phone back, i have important things coming up, important business.’ She raised an eyebrow, hmm we will see, she clicked on his calendar to see exactly what he had going on, empty. Nothing. Nada.

‘Really? cos your calendar says you’re free for like ever, how sad’ Hoseok widened his eyes in disbelief and scoffed, was she really snooping through his phone right now? Another message came through and he smirked.

‘Can I answer your other messages? The little notification thing is annoying me and your friends seem about as persistent as your bitch ass.’ That could be interesting...

‘Sure why not, don’t answer family tho that’s weird. Also i really do need my phone back, we have this thing we are going to together... i can’t explain but i need my phone so Tae can have his back.’ She frowned at his vagueness.

Really all they were doing was flying back to their home town, it wasn't for another few weeks so he had time but she didn't need to know that.

‘Omg do you guys gather around and hold hands every week and tell each other your struggles? SO CUTE I LOVE BOYFRIENDS.’ She scrolled onto the other chats looking at the unread messages not wanting to invade his privacy too much.

‘Tae tells me you lost your phone on a bus, well done genius.’ She scoffed already typing out the perfect reply.

‘Who says he’s the idiot, you’re the one texting a lost phone looking for your friend Mr Min Yoongi.’

She moved onto the next one seeing it was from someone named Jungkook, she opened it up seeing a random picture of a chest and then some winking emojis underneath.

‘My my, are you flirting with me?’ She sent getting a reply almost instantly.

‘DUDE NO, you were telling me you were fitter than me yesterday, I wanted to prove you wrong... remember...’ She laughed, so he was fit under those layers.

‘Damn now you got me all disappointed.’

She exited that one and scrolled onto the next chat seeing its a group, oh how delightful she smiles in the most evil manner clicking the screen opening up the group.

‘Whats up my fellow men, how are we hanging?’ she sent the text seeing them all receive it, before all the typing bubbles pop up.

Jimin: ‘Hanging pretty well mate thanks for asking.’

Jungkook: ‘Honestly what is with you today? I'm pretty good...’

Tae: ‘I DIDN’T SAY YOU COULD ANSWER THE GROUP CHAT!’

Hobi: ‘Yeah? Well, you didn’t say I couldn’t so...’

Yoongi: ‘You idiots, Hobi left his phone on the bus and now some random has it.’ She was hurt by this, like not in a genuinely wow I feel pain but in a wow what a meanie kind of way, she opened up the camera and sent a pouting selfie into the chat captioned ‘How rude I’m deeply offended little boy.’ she sent it and closed the group chat going back onto the one with Hoseok.

‘So that’s your name? Hobi? Like Hobby?’ He rolled his eyes, and replied with a simple yes, going back to the group chat, he looked the selfie over again making sure it was the same girl he was sitting next to on the bus, no doubt about it, seems she really does just have an attitude on her.

‘I will meet up with you to give your precious mobile device back to you, but only if you can prove you’re not a murderer or something.’ Honestly this fucking girl.

‘And how the hell am i meant to do that? Search my phone if you want i don’t care i just need it back, we fly out soon and I can’t just leave it here.’ Ah she knew they weren’t from here! That makes his urgency a little more understandable. Its understandable anyways when she thinks about the longest she had ever been away from her phone, she shudders at the thought of it being the other way around.

She now had permission to go through his phone and boy was she going to take him up on that offer. Listen, she wasn’t nosy or snooping where she didn’t need to be, she just wanted to get a feel for the guy, find out who he is, what he likes, what he does, And of course whether he is fucking crazy or not.

She scrolled through his photos first, finding a few of what she assumed was him and his friends, they were cute, she wont lie. There was seven in total and they were all super attractive. She looked at them all picking out one of them zooming in, screen shotting and sending the photo to the group chat.

‘Who is this?’

Jungkook: ‘Oh my god’

Jin: ‘Are you fucking kidding me.

Yoongi: ‘That’s me you random what do you want.’

‘Wow, I was just going to say you are attractive af, but never mind i take it back.’

Namjoon: ‘Fucking shot down mate.’ she closed the group continuing her search for anything suspicious. She found a video of what seemed like Hobi and another boy, she recognised the other boy from the photos. He was tall and adorable, boxy smile and bright eyes, always seemed to be happy or drop dead gorgeous, there seemed to be no in between. Clicking play she listened to the video getting chills all the way up her arms and down her back.

‘Yo who the fuck is this i just wanna talk.’

Jimin: ‘Hey its tae, its me whats up?’

‘Look at that Yoongi, that’s how you politely answer a question.’

Yoongi: ‘I’m muting.’

‘Anyways, how is your voice so deep, and soothing, and beautiful, hello can we be wed.’

Jimin: ‘Sure tell me where and when’

Tae: ‘OKAY enough flirting, it’s making me want to vomit.’

Jimin: ‘spoil sport.’

‘ugh, fine, we still have a side chat, looks like Jimin wont be getting his phone back either...’

Jungkook: ‘ugh, disgusting.’

Tae: ‘Just, please don’t send nudes from my phone, or to my phone for that matter...’

switching between talking to Tae and looking through photos nothing really seemed to pop out at her as being shifty or suspicious. Mainly just photos of family and friends, scenery of places he had been to, it seems the group travelled a lot and she couldn't help but wonder what they all did. Were they in it together or just always travel together? She would ask later she decided shrugging it off. She scrolled more enjoying the photos he had, he seemed artistic and she enjoyed that a lot.

'So? Anything that screams psycho murder to you?' She smiled at the text.

'okay okay, I'll admit it, you don't seem like a crazy killer, however. You do travel a lot, where do you get the money for this? Do you guys deal drugs or something?' he laughed out loud in his hotel room. Drugs? That’s the first thing that comes to mind? What kind of area did this girl grow up in...

'No you idiot, we are all partners in a business, a highly successful one at that, why did your mind go straight to drugs, you Brits I swear.' Her mouth hung open at the stereotype, she was Scottish actually, not that it made it all that much better, worse actually, the stereotype was still annoying.

'wooooooow you really Don’t know a superior accent when you hear one huh!'

'okay first you didn't even say a word to me you moved your perfectly manicured hand and put your headphone back in. As for superior accent if it's not Australian I don't care.' she rolled her eyes this boy truly was a handful.

'meet me on Sunday, half 4 at the cafe down the road from the bus stop you got off at, not a minute later, then you will hear a real accent you uncultured swine.' He rolled his eyes, honestly any longer talking to this girl and he was going to have a permanent migraine.

Jin: 'Hobi did you get your phone back?'

'nope still me you boobs, sorry to disappoint'

Jimin: 'Tell us something about you anyway, shouldn't we get to know the girl our hobi is going to date?' Hobi smacked himself on the forehead, migraine suddenly building at a rapid pace. For the last couple of days he had been getting to know her, finding out about what she likes, what her family is like, where she's from and when she moved. He learned about her little quirks and what makes her, her. He was falling head over heels for the girl with his phone and he couldn't stop it any longer. He had confided in the boys when they last went out for dinner saying how much he enjoyed her. He knew he shouldn't have, he knew it was a bad idea, these idiots had the biggest mouths.

'DATE!?!?! Wow wow wow pretty boy slow your roll!' She shook her head no way. He couldn't want that. There was no way she was sassy, and annoying, brash and infuriating. He was bright and smart, funny and artsy he was the opposite to her, he couldn't like her it just wasn't feasible.

Jungkook: 'it's Taeeee, it's not a lie he loves you.' He could feel his heart beating and his mouth drying, he was going to kill them if it was the last thing he did.

'Agh stop telling me lies little boy, I'm far more interested in moody little Yoongi and we all know it.' she teased. She had been talking to them all a lot over the past few days, and truthfully although she did get along well with Yoongi, she wanted Hoseok, and there was no changing that.

Yoongi: 'Ew leave me you mutant, date the one that actually wants your lame ass.'

Tae: 'STOP OMG, I’m getting my phone back tomorrow leave the poor girl alone'

'Y/N. My name is Y/N.' Through the last few days no one had requested your name, not even Hoseok, You found it strange but the mystery was soon to be over, therefore a name should be given.

He waited at the bus stop the next day, checking Tae’s phone obsessively waiting for her to say she wasn't coming. He arrived earlier than told, but he was just excited to see her after this whole week, excited to finally see the girl he had gotten to know, most of all however he was thrilled to finally have his own phone back in his hands. The bus pulled up and she stepped out thanking the driver and walking towards the cafe seeing him standing back towards her, he had a t-shirt on, clearly finally used to the weather, she smiled to herself admiring the way he stands so effortlessly, yet somehow still looks lost and scared.

‘You lost love?’ She spoke gently tapping him on the shoulder.

‘Oh no, sorry i’m just- hey.’ He spoke gently, smiling fondly at the girl in front of him.

'What accent is that?' He questioned not quite able to place it. She smiled looking up at him, he was taller than she expected. When she was sitting it was obvious he was tall, she hadn't expected this tall. 'Scottish, its not heavy but its there.' It had faded slightly with all the years she had been living in England, she held on to what she could of it.

'oh here.' she handed his phone over with a small smirk on her face. He let out a sigh of relief and flicked his finger over the screen unlocking it, he looked up at her with a raised eyebrow.

'you set your face to my home screen? Really? You couldn't have taken a more flattering photo?' She sucked in a breath of mock insult.

'I'll have you know both my chin and I look astounding in this photo, I also set it as my caller id because-'

'wait, you put your number in my phone?' She blushed instantly realising that she maybe went a step too far.

'oh uh yeah, I just thought that maybe you would want it, to um talk later, sorry you don't have to keep it, it's uh no big deal' She brushed off as if it wasn't a massive deal.

'no, I do want it, the boys love you, I love you. Oh as a friend of course I uh' He blushed and brushed his hand through his hair, she giggled at him being this flustered.

'Hobi, do you maybe want to go get a coffee? I know this really nice cafe just-'

'I would love that.' He interrupted she rolled her eyes smacking his arm.

'you really need to stop interrupting me little boy'

'hey I'm like 100% older than you little girl'

'yeah well I'm cuter'

'HA OKAY THAT'S WHERE I DRAW THE LINE'

They joined hands walking to the cafe together blissfully unaware of the future.

#bts one shot #BTS jimin #BTS jin #bts fluff #bts jungkook #bts v #bts suga #bts hosoek #bts taehyung #bts jhope #bts namjoon #bts #bangtan

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Early in the Morning

Based off the following prompts I received:

(This fic is not overtly smutty, just fyi! Still probably shouldn’t get caught reading it at work, tho)

Rey awoke with an unceremonious snort and full-body twitch, blinking her eyes open to a room softly lit in pre-dawn hues of purple and shadowy blue. She stretched her legs and toes beneath the blanket and rolled over, ready to fall back asleep. But something stopped her. A dark, hulking figure hidden away in the shadows. She jolted up with a surprised shriek, cursing and grasping for her lightsaber under her pillow.

“I thought we were past the whole wanting to kill me thing,” Kylo remarked snidely as he came into the light. He wore no shirt and his hair was a tousled mess. He blinked sleepily, stifling a yawn as he took a seat in a wooden chair to observe her.

“What are you doing here?” Rey demanded, rubbing her eye. “And you’re half-naked again. It’s far too early for this, Ben…”

“Do you know you snore?” Kylo said, completely ignoring her comments. “Quite loudly, actually. And, oh—” He inclined his chin, casting his eyes down at her pillow. “—it seems you drool, too.”

Rey unconsciously wiped her mouth on the back of her sleeve and pulled her pillow behind her some. Heat blossomed in her face.

“Were you dreaming about me?” Kylo asked in that teasing, overly-confident way of his, twitching a questioning brow. “You can be honest, I don’t mind.”

“What? No! Get stuffed.” Rey rolled her eyes and laid down once more, this time turning her back to him. Maybe if I stay like this long enough he’ll just go away.

“I only ask because it was you who brought me here,” Kylo went on. “So you must have been thinking about me, consciously or not…”

Rey raised her head, unable to go on ignoring him. “What do you mean I brought you here?” she asked stonily.

“I was asleep, minding my own business, and I woke up to a very strange feeling. Almost like I was being pulled out of my own body. Which, in a way, was exactly what happened. The next thing I know, I’m here, listening to you snore away—”

“Okay, but that doesn’t answer my question,” Rey interrupted, not necessarily wanting another reminder of her embarrassing sleeping habits.

“The only reason I’m here is because you summoned me here,” Kylo said. “So you must have been dreaming about me, see?”

Rey flushed a deep shade of pink, hastily looking away from him to try and hide it. The truth was beginning to come back to her now. She had been dreaming of him, and it had been quite weird. At first it was just flash images of his face. But then things had transformed, and she could feel him. Without hesitation she had reached out for him. When they joined hands this time, though, they didn’t stop there. In her dream, Rey had kissed Kylo, and with pleasure. The painful ache of embarrassment settled in her stomach like a lead weight and she just thanked the Maker he hadn’t witnessed her dream, too.

“Ah, you were,” Kylo nodded sagely, barely concealing a cocky smirk. “That’s gotta be pretty weird for you.”

“Even if it is, I’m afraid you’re the last person I care to talk about it with.” With a bit more violence than what was necessary, she fluffed her pillow. “Anyway, I’m done dreaming about you now. You can leave.”

“Are you just going to wake me up again if I do?” Kylo asked.

“I don’t know! I hope not.”

“Hm.”

Rey shut her eyes and tried to fall asleep. It was hopeless. The entire time, she could feel him behind her. She could sense the smug grin on his face. Her heart began to race in her chest and her hands clenched into fists against her body. After several minutes of this ongoing struggle and uncomfortable intimacy, she flipped back around and sat straight up, glaring at him.

“Why are you still here?” she snapped.

He flicked those dark eyes up to her and she noticed not a trace of hardness within them. They were soft, affectionate even, and it startled her to see them like that. This was a man she had always considered to be made of ice; his emotions were nonexistent. But the way he looked at her stole her breath away for a moment. There wasn’t even the shadow of a devious smile on his pouty lips.

“Because I want to be,” Kylo answered bluntly, resting his chin on his forearm atop the backrest of the chair.

“You…what?” Rey sputtered.

“I’ve realized I quite enjoy it here, with you,” he replied. His every word was cut from silk. “It’s peaceful. Or it was, when you were snoring.”

“You were just making fun of me for snoring.”

“I was only teasing. It’s charming.”

Rey huffed. “Well I don’t find you very charming, in any sense of the word.”

“Oh, don’t you?” Kylo raised his eyebrows playfully. “Should I try harder?”

“If you’ve already been trying, I’d hate to see what your definition of ‘harder’ is.” Rey scoffed, folding her arms across her chest. She realized with another pang of embarrassment that she was wearing only her bedclothes, which consisted of a ratty off-white sleeping gown and nothing else. And there was a chill in the room that morning.

“I could show you,” Kylo murmured temptingly.

“I don’t think that’s necessary,”

“Are you sure?”

They sat in silence for a beat, staring at each other with a mixture of contempt and curiosity. Dawn had broken and the steadily rising sun brought hints of soft yellow and deep pink into the room. The light caught Ren’s eyes, making them shimmer a gorgeous whiskey colour. Rey felt as though she was falling into them.

Rey cleared her throat. “Yes, I’m sure…”

“You paused.”

“What?”

“You paused. Before you answered. You were considering it.”

“I…I was not! You are mad!”

Ren laughed. It was an oddly pleasing sound; not at all what Rey had been expecting. Where she had been looking for more of a barking, humourless laugh, she found one that was playful and warm.

“I can feel it, you know,” he said idly. “I can feel your desire.”

Rey brought her knees in to her chest, crossing her ankles. “What desire? The only desire I have is to go back to sleep.”

“There’s something else,” Ren observed, getting off his chair and walking slowly across the room, away from her. “Something more…primal. I feel it, too.”

Rey silently observed the toned musculature of his back and shoulders. Her eyes fell from the jutted curve of his shoulder blades, down the gentle slope of his spine. She swallowed, trying to restore some moisture to her suddenly dry mouth.

“I don’t know what you mean.” She said quietly, absolutely knowing what he meant.

Ren turned around, observing her from the door. His eyes pierced straight through her, alarming her. What was he searching for? The truth? Semi-consciously, she lowered her gaze to her bruised knees, just peeking out beneath the hem of her nightgown. Maybe if he couldn’t see her face he wouldn’t discover what she was really thinking.

“I think you do.”

He extended a hand to her, carefully encroaching on the bed. As if pulled by the hands of spirits, Rey skidded down to the end of the bed with an alarmed squeak, dragging the sheets with her. Ren’s legs were flush against her shins now as he stood at the foot of the bed and when she caught his eye she found him looking down at her with sensual intensity. She matched it somehow, unable to pull her gaze away from his. Silently, he knelt down until they were face-to-face, mere inches apart. The delicate touch of his finger brushing away a strand of hair from her cheek made her shiver noticeably, although her body felt about ten degrees too hot.

Neither of them spoke at first. Instead they opted for a silent battle of willpower, staring one another down and admiring small physical traits that had previously gone unnoticed: a freckle here, a small white scar there. They both moved with such easy fluidity, enjoying the temptation of lingering stares and soft, gentle touches. Rey felt as though her heart was going to beat out of her chest when her eyes fell to his mouth. Slightly parted, his full lips drew her in. They looked soft and needy, having gone years without any affection. She suddenly wanted nothing more than to feel them upon her own skin.

“Ben,” she whispered.

“Mm?” Kylo purred, tracing an idle line below her collarbone.

“Kiss me.” She requested.

Kylo’s stare followed the slow curve of her lower lip. “Oh…” he breathed.

It was like two magnets finally coming together. Something clicked into place. Rey’s fingers tangled themselves in his hair as the tip of his nose tickled her cheek. Kylo gave a shuddering breath as he leaned into her, reclining her onto the mattress with delicate ease. One of his warm hands slid up the outside of her leg, past her knee, pulling the hem of her nightgown up to her hip as it went. Her skin felt soft and supple, warm and inviting. He wanted to memorize every curve and line, as though she was a newly discovered portion of the galaxy and he was the explorer.

The coming-together of their bodies and souls was a euphoric experience. In that moment they felt utterly complete and no longer alone. They had found their sense of purpose and their destiny in one another. All the lingering, haunting questions of the past and present faded away, if only for a little while, leaving them nothing but each other to concern themselves with.

Kylo was surprisingly careful, following Rey’s prompts and movements with relish. When he had pulled her thin nightgown over her head and discarded it on the floor, he had sat kneeling before her, staring with an entrancing emotion to his eyes.

“What?” Rey asked. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” Kylo said softly, shaking his head. “You’re just…the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Indeed, the warm glow of her naked body, enhanced by the orange glow of the sunrise, was even more entrancing than the chaotic combustion of a star.

Rey flushed at his compliment and brought him closer, eager to reclaim the warmth and feel of his body. They fell into each other fast, completely ensconced in their own little world. The Force curled around them like a protective cage, its bars designed for protection and intimacy. The mere fact that they were able to feel each sensation provided by the other person even though they were separated by a vast open stretch of space was as confusing as it was incredible. The Force was bringing them closer and closer together in an emotional and physical way. They were helpless to resist it.

Kylo hung around for a few hours afterwards and just laid with her, his arms around her as her head rested against his chest. They floated in and out of consciousness, quietly soaking up the comfort provided by their closeness, as the sun filled the room with powerful golden light. Eventually Rey drifted off to sleep for an unknown period of time and when she woke, he was gone. A hollow chill swept through her. She found herself wanting him there, really there, but that couldn’t happen. Not yet, anyways. Ren still wanted her to rule the galaxy with him, and she still wanted him to turn for her. Neither one of them were budging on that disagreement just yet.

When she finally got dressed and stretched her sore limbs, she shuffled downstairs where she found Leia, Luke, and Chewie quietly conversing over coffee.

“Good morning,” she said warily, clearing her throat. She went straight for the hot, delicious-smelling liquid and poured herself a generous cup. When she turned around, mid-sip, she locked eyes with General Organa, who was looking at her strangely.

“Well, good morning,” Leia said briskly. “How do you feel?”

Rey thought this an odd question but brushed it off, simply replying, “Great.”

“I guess you should feel great,” Leia remarked with a smile. “If I’m not mistaken, you had quite the lovely morning.”

Rey choked into her mug, splashing hot coffee back onto her face and onto the floor. Sputtering, she wiped it off with a hasty shirt sleeve. Luke and Chewie both stood up and left at this turn of events, muttering something about power converters.

When Rey could breathe normally once more, she choked, “W-what did you say?”

Leia chuckled and stood up, walking over to Rey and squeezing her shoulder affectionately. “It’s quite alright. I could sense Ben so I woke up and went looking for him. But don’t worry, as soon as I figured out what was going on I left you two to your privacy. It’s quite the powerful connection you have, you know.”

Rey’s entire body flushed red. She gasped and stammered, unable to string two words together. Leia smiled pleasantly.

“Sorry, my dear. I couldn’t resist. Every now and then a princess likes to tease.”

And with that, she was gone, leaving Rey breathless and reeling in the kitchen.

#reylo #reylo fanfic #my fic #kylo x rey #tlj

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becuztaelien · 7 years ago

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1| The Haircut

Part 1/Part 2

1.2k Words, Warning: Lowkey Smut ahead

Summary: Everything was peaceful until a certain someone tweeted a certain something and ruined Rick & Morty.

You were in the dorms hanging out with Yoongi; simultaneously binging Rick & Morty and sipping at your hot coffee at the same time when a notification on your phone went off, you stared at the white bird among the blue twitter background while you waited to see which member had posted on their shared account. If Jimin posts another video of him zooming in and out of his face with no audio I swear to God. A video had been posted, you tapped ‘play’ lightly chuckling to yourself after seeing who had posted it. Your smile disappeared as soon as it came, you sat through 13 seconds of horror before tossing your phone on the sofa and running towards the bathroom. Yoongi jumped, startled by your sudden movement, he quickly grabbed the remote to pause the show and yelled after you.

“Y/N what the fuck?! If you needed to piss that bad you should have gone earlier!” he sighed and looked over at your unlocked phone, letting curiosity get the better of him, he reached over to see what in the world made you run like a psychopath. The moment the video ended he heard one of the stylist’s scream, specifically Jin’s stylist scream, specifically you, who was Jin’s stylist scream.

“KIM SEOKJIN!”

“Oh shit.” Yoongi mumbled before lazily peeling himself from the couch and heading towards the bathroom where your boyfriend had just taken a pair of scissors and snipped off the middle part of his fringe… with his eyes closed.

“Jagiyaaa don’t get mad come on”

“Get mad? Get mad Jin?! Oh no, no I’m not getting mad, I’d just like to know exactly what went through your head before you decided to grab NOT EVEN FREAKIN HAIR SCISSORS and just slit half of your bangs off, please explain to me as I am greatly struggling to understand, please.” You said clearly pissed off. Being Jin’s stylist and girlfriend at the same time was probably the best thing that ever happened to you. For one, the person you had to work on was truly Mr. Worldwide Handsome™ and two, said handsome man treated you like a goddess however, there were always negatives to everything. It just so happened to be that Mr. Worldwide Handsome had this habit of doing whatever the hell he wanted when it came to his physical appearance and that included spontaneously cutting his fringe and wearing 5 radically different colours whenever he damn well pleased.

“Okay I am aware it may not have been the smartest decisi-”

“Not the smartest?????? Your comeback is right around the corner! Forget that, you have an MV to film in 2 days!!! 2 DAYS JIN!”

“Okay but let’s all be serious for a second, you have to admit I still look better than every guy in this dorm.” Jin did a cocky eyebrow raise after saying that and you face-palmed, that’s his ‘all serious’ statement?

“If you had a problem with the length of your goddamn fringe you should have asked me, your stylist, the professional, to cut it for you, and with hair scissors too!”

“But you were with Yoongi…”

“Ya! Don’t bring me into this.” You both looked around to see Yoongi leaning on the side of the bathroom door probably making sure you didn’t accidentally murder Jin, was he there the whole time? You ignored Yoongi and turned back to Jin.

“In the living room Jin, not the other end of the country, you couldn’t have just, oh I don’t know, called me?”

“Okay, okay I get it, I’m sorry, I did wrong…” he pouted and lowered his gaze to his feet looking like a child whose mother wouldn’t buy him a toy. You sighed not knowing how to respond to his sudden apology.

“Tch, it’s fine, I’m just going to have to think of what to do with your hair, I’ll have to make it look at least presentable somehow…” you trailed off, rubbing at your temples and going through every possible hairstyle involving distorted bangs in your head. Turning around, you noticed that Yoongi had disappeared at some point, you started to walk, but right before you reached the door you felt a hand grab your wrist causing you stop. You didn’t say anything, his fingers were cold and sent chills up your arm, giving you goose bumps. A few seconds later you felt Jin reach over with his free hand and wrap his arm around your waist.

“Y/n” his voice was suddenly deeper and seemed dangerous, you knew what he was doing, but you weren’t going to let him off this time, he needed to learn from his mistakes, there needed to be consequences to his actions. You pulled your hand out of his grip and moved his arm from your waist, continuing on your way back to the couch. When you reached however, Yoongi wasn’t there.

“Yoongi?” no one replied and you went around the house looking to see where the rest of the members were, 5 minutes later you returned to the living room. Where in the world did they all go? You thought to yourself before grabbing your phone and dialling Namjoon’s number.

“Hey Y/N what’s up?”

“Where are you guys? I thought you were all home?”

“Oh… we um… you see… Tae had a spontaneous idea to go to the cinema, yea uh… there’s a cool movie on and uh, we haven’t been in like a while so yea we went…” He sounded unsure, like he did when he was very obviously lying and you could swear you heard Taehyung protesting in the back.

“Uh right, what about Jin tho-” your phone was snatched out of your hand and you heard a ‘beep beep’ sound signifying the call had ended, speak of the devil “what the hell Jin?!” you screamed as you spun around to face your boyfriend, before you could say another word he connected his lips with yours, kissing you passionately. You felt his tongue pushing against your lips, clearly wanting to deepen the kiss, you opened your mouth without hesitation and you felt a split second smirk against your lips. You cursed yourself for being so easily taken by him but you knew you couldn’t resist his touch even if you tried, your body wanted him, needed him gave in to him with even the lightest touch. You reached your hands up to go around his neck and felt his arms snaking around your waist, one hand going under your shirt. He broke the kiss and stared at you with dark hooded eyes.

“Are you still mad?” He asked, his voice laced with seduction

“So… so mad” you replied quick but before you could reattach your lips to his he put a finger on yours and slowly shook his head side to side.

“Well, for me to fully make sure I’m forgiven, I’m going to have to know exactly what I need to do.” He leaned forward and placed his lips on the other side of his finger which was still on your lips, you could feel his each and every breath from the few millimetres between you two. “And you, babygirl… are going to tell me, tell me what you want?”

I hope y'all enjoying so far huehue, nasty asses - ASH

// Part 2

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bixgirl1 · 8 years ago

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The Sexual Awakening of an Innocent Pureblood, Dating the Randy Prat Who Lived - Chapt. 5

*trumpets blaring*

And now, @l0vegl0wsinthedark and I bring you the delightfully awkward continuing saga of inexperienced Draco’s foray into the world of dating very experienced Harry. And Draco needs some advice.

Previous chapters can be found on either one of our pages under #virgin draco.

Yay! Let the discomfort begin!

(Also, these are getting long–forgive us in advance, please. lol)

Chapter Five: Lunch With Pansy–Who Wishes Draco Would Read The Goddamned Book

Pansy, rolling eyes: –So I was shocked when she actually wore the green robes. I mean, it was a joke, of course, green washes her out entirely–

Draco, poking a fork into his salmon, clearly distracted: Mhmm…

Pansy, slyly:–which is not my problem, and did take care of Marcus from accounting always staring at her. Besides which, the robes were from three seasons ago! It’s her own damned fault if she’s so hopeless as to not bother buying new ones.

Draco, staring into his glass of water with glazed eyes: Yes, you’re right.

Pansy, exasperated: Draco!

Draco, starting slightly: What?

Pansy, scowling: I did not agree to a Monday lunch with you out of nowhere just so you could ignore me! What is wrong with you?

Draco, guiltily chewing on his lip: Nothing… Nothing is wrong with me, as such… It’s just… I just– *visibly struggling to form words*

Pansy, suspicious: What does that mean? *observing him; concerned* …Draco. What happened?

Draco, breathing hitched slightly: I– I– Today, this morning I– *abandons fork and grabs his glass, gulping down the water desperately*

Pansy, frowning: Goddamn it Draco, you know I prefer not to do genuine human emotions like worry, just tell me what the fuck is going on!

Draco, wild eyed: I– ItastedPotter’stongue!

Pansy: *drops fork with a clatter* *reaches for wand, casts shaky Silencing Spell* *knocks over water glass with wand* *numbly casts cleaning spell*

Pansy: You did what?!

Draco, white lipped and trembling lightly: I– He– We… mouth pressed. And– and we… tongue licked! *looks slightly stricken*

Pansy, shocked: When? I didn’t even know you were– When did he– Did he just… *angry; titillated* assault you out of nowhere?

Draco, anxiously: What– No! God, no! I– I asked him to, alright?! I asked him to mouth press me! *pauses; waves a shaky hand* A couple of hours ago.

Pansy, mouth hanging open: I– I’m not even– *shakes head vaguely, wide-eyed; blinks* It’s called kissing, Draco. You kissed Potter. You asked Potter to kiss you. *disbelievingly* Is that what you’re telling me?

Draco, scoffing, finally looking like himself again: Kissing is for children, Pansy. Adults mouth press. I’ve seen Mother and Father mouth press on occasion - such as mouth pressing for goodnight– *suddenly uncertain* I’m not sure they’re aware of the… the tongue licking though. *turns pink at once*

Pansy, distracted: It’s called kissing! French kissing, for the tongue thing, snogging if you’re base. Fucking hell, Draco, if you would just read that book I got you back in fourth year–

Draco, sneering a little: French kissing? French?! Why is called that? Why do the French get to have it named after themselves?!

Pansy, smirking: Because the French are delightfully filthy creatures, darling, they’re going to claim all the best things, if they can–wait. *irritated* I didn’t even know you and Potter– Why would you ask him to kiss you? How did this come about and why didn’t you tell me?

Draco, apologetically: I’m sorry, alright? I really am. He– I was taken by surprise when he asked me to dinner and– and we didn’t even have a chaperone so I wasn’t even sure if we were officially courting or not and– and Potter… *suddenly upset* Potter thinks I’m insisting on a chaperone because I don’t like being alone with him which is absolutely untrue, Pansy, because I– *hesitantly* I really like him, Pans. I don’t know if you think that’s mental or– He says he likes me too and– *sighs* Chaperones are sort of mandatory, right? When people court?

Pansy, brows knitting; pursing lips: *gently* Draco, I know you have– certain ideas about the way things are supposed to go, but… *sighs* Darling, it’s not like that most of the time. I suppose some people require chaperones, but it’s more a matter of tradition at this point– archaic, pointless traditions that don’t even really count as such because no one abides by them anymore and were, anway, created by some snotty pureblood ancestor who was worried that his child would get up the duff with some muggle-born wizard’s baby and dilute the line. In my exceedingly expert opinion, they can shove those traditions up their dead arses, love.

Draco, smiling wryly: Alright, so I regret coming to you with this now, seeing as you don’t possess a shred of respect for Pureblood traditions.

Pansy, snorting delicately: Well, no, then I’d have to give up the loads of men I take home every night, wouldn’t I? *quirking a grin at him* It’s not as bad as all that, Draco. But what did you mean about Potter thinking you don’t want to be alone with him? Just because you mentioned a chaperone? Does he not know how you are ab– Oh. *blinking, murmuring* He wouldn’t know about all that, would he.

Draco, biting his lip and nodding: He doesn’t and– and he doesn’t really get any of it. He– *purses lips in embarrassment* He tried several times to… initiate physical– to mouth pr– I didn’t permit it… I mean– *weary sigh* I think I gave him the impression that I’m not serious about this? That– *swallows* That I’m not attracted to him or some such nonsense…

Pansy, trying to keep a straight face; eyes begin to water for not blinking: *strained* I can assure you that no one has ever thought that. *pause; conceding* Well, alright, maybe Potter. But did you ever bother to actually explain your thoughts on the subject? Talk to him about kissing and the like?

Draco, fiddling with his fork again: No, we haven’t talked yet. The mouth press today was completely spontaneous and I mean, I didn’t know– *blushing hard* –I didn’t know it would be so… *lamely* nice.

Pansy, amused: I believe I tried to tell you that in fifth year. *curiously* What precipitated it, though? What made you ask him? I rather thought it’d be the other way around; I mean if I’d let myself think it could ever happen at all…

Draco, quietly: He was upset… He thought I was playing with his feelings and wanted to call the whole thing off despite openly admitting that he likes me. And well– *bashful, but determinedly thrusting his chin up* I like him too and didn’t want lose hi– this, before it’s even begun properly and– *slightly desperate* He looked so… sad, and I don’t know where it came from but I really, really wanted to– to mouth press him…

Pansy, looking at him kindly: Well, it’s not as if there isn’t precedent for him thinking that. Though it’s been a long time… *mischievous* So then he kissed you. And you, of course, got flustered and ran away, right? Did you need my help figuring out what to owl him so he knows you’re still interested?

Draco, scowling: For your information, I reciprocated. *haughty* And our next meeting has already been arranged.

Pansy, faintly: You reciprocated? …How? *leaning in, wide-eyed, speaking fast* Draco, did you Fre–lick his tongue back? When is your next meeting? What are you going to do?

Draco, flustered: Merlin, Pans! *fidgeting with his napkin* I– I didn’t know how to but I sort of– went along with it? And don’t be nosy! *frowning even as he relents* It’s tonight, at– *nervous blushing* –at his place.

Pansy, insistent: But you liked it, right? *giggling* Did you get funny feelings in your bits, Draco? You can tell me–

Draco, snapping irritably: For heaven’s sake, Pansy, stop being so crass, it’s highly unbecoming of a well-bred Pureblood witch such as yourself! *scowling at her amusement* Now be of some use for once and tell me what to do while I’m at Potter’s tonight. Do I need to behave differently now that we’ve mouth pressed? Should I pretend it never happened? What if– *panicked* What if we– we end up mouth pressing some more?!

Pansy, visibly reigning herself in: I’m sorry, I’m sorry. *more seriously* Did you really like the kissing, Draco? Tell me that, and then I’ll tell you what to do.

Draco, not looking up, chewing on his lip: …Yes. Very much. I didn’t think anyone could– *colouring once more* He was very– *raising one hand to his forehead* He’s very skilled at it and– *weakly* God, I’ve barely been aware of myself since it happened, Pans, and– *under his breath* Merlin.

Pansy, carefully: All right, then. *touches his hand* You do what you want. You don’t need to act differently; Potter obviously likes you as you are. If you don’t want to kiss him again, just tell him. If you do... *pausing* I think you should trust yourself more than those rules you’ve always held close. And I think you should– *tiny grimace* –trust Potter, too. I don’t think he’ll take advantage; just be open with him and do what feels good and right. I can’t help you more than that, love.

Draco, listening intently: *slowly nods* …Right. It’s not– I’m not the only one breaking the rules, so… And– *smiles crookedly* Call me mad but I do trust him. There’s something about the man– it’s impossible not to put your faith in the bastard… *biting his lip over a small smile as he looks down at his hands*

Pansy, smiling: Might have to do with the whole vanquishing of the Dark Lord. …Might just have to do with the way you’ve always looked at him, even when you couldn’t admit it to yourself. Go, and have a good time tonight. Try not to think too much about the rules, for once. *light laugh* Although I’m not sure Potter will even give you the chance to.

Draco, shaking his head while blushing: No, he said he wouldn’t try anything and– *frowns lightly* Aggravating Gryffindor that he is– he’s bound to keep his word. *looks slightly disappointed at the prospect*

Pansy, delighted: You want to kiss him again! *thoughtfully* You know, I’ve often wondered what it would be like to kiss Potter, myself. Nothing serious, of course; a single shag would suffice. All that intensity… *eyes go distant*

Draco, snapping sharply: Pansy! *glares dangerously* Do keep in mind it’s me he likes? Ask your current boy-toy to service you better if you can’t keep it in your knickers for one afternoon and instead spend lunch daydreaming about other people’s romantic interests!

Pansy, raising eyebrows and mouthing the word ‘knickers’: Of course, love. It was just a thought. *trying not to laugh* That I promise never to think again, alright?

Draco, sullenly: Whatever. *checks his watch* Merlin, is that the time?! I’m sorry, love, I’m running terribly late for a meeting. *pushes his plate away and fishes out some Galleons* We’re meeting for drinks on Wednesday, yes? *leans over and pecks her cheek*

Pansy, archly: Are you sure you won’t be with Potter?

Draco, trying to scowl but grinning sheepishly instead: That’s a fair point; I’ll let you know. *laughs lightly at her dark frown* Alright, then. Floo you later? *leaves with a final wave*

Pansy, rolling eyes and waving him off with a shooing gesture: *watches him go* *mouth slowly spreads into a devious smirk* *fumbles in her bag and pulls out phone; dials* Pansy: Blaise? *dissolving into laughter* You are not going to believe what Draco just told me!

#virgin draco #innocent pureblood #the randy prat who lived #but what on earth should they discuss at potter's place?#i mean #harry did seem to have reasons #privacy and what not #but harry love #you just mouth pressed draco for the first time #ohhhh #the next chapter should be *interesting*#well at least l0vegl0wsinthedark and i think is is #probably because we can't stop laughing #poor harry #whoops was that a spoiler?#maybe #maybe not #guess you'll have to keep reading to see...

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chuyumi · 7 years ago

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CHU YUMI ------ a nineteen year old leo ( august 6th ), entp.

columbus born & raised, just like jeremy & taemin. a surviving victim of the same local mob.

among many of her father’s vices, gambling was the most prominent one. one that resulted into the aromdee’s losing their house & being penniless when the child was only six years old & still unaware of what life is.

her father got involved with the aforementioned mob, became their little bitch, and managed to get temporary roofs over their heads from time to time. they adopted a nomadic lifestyle, going from one moldy, shabby, tiny apartment to another.

he pushed her mother into an alcohol-filled world, the woman gulping her sorrows away with every strong beverage that hit the back of her throat. she, sober or not, still attempted to provide for her innocent baby & take care of her, even though her father seemingly forgot that he had a family.

when her mother, tired of the same shit over & over again, became vocal about it, is when the abuse started. chimlin was twelve & able to recognise & remember every single poisonous word directed at either of the two aromdee females, mark every painful blow & count every single tear that rolled from the two pairs of eyes.

there was another kid caught up in the mob & chim used to see him around, but he was an older boy & she was too shy to approach him. apparently he turned out to be the mob boss’ son, so really all she should ever feel for him is hatred, right?

but one day while she was sitting in front of her building, both tears & blood ( from a glass cut ) streaming down her face & making a mess on her clothes, was when he approached her. her light. her saviour. her rock. her e v e r y t h i n g. he showed her affection & kindness she’d never known before. he gave her his eternal support & vowed to never leave her alone, to always protect her. he helped her run away with her mother by her side. he gave her the money he got from his drug dealing job & all the cash he managed to steal from his criminal parents and all of that combined with what they had saved, they were able to find a decent apartment just for the two of them.

without his knowledge, chim dropped out of high school & did a lot of sketchy jobs in order to keep the food on the table for her & her mom. the older aromdee, at first, busted her ass to do the same but she was only becoming more depressed because of their struggles and basically gave into her alcohol & drug addiction fully. she stopped being responsible, stopped acting like an adult. more often than not, chim would find her passed out in the living room and would try to carry her to her room or at least put her on the couch or, on the nights when she was tired, she’d make sure she was covered with a blanket, had a pillow under her head and was lying on her side so that she wouldn’t choke on her vomit in the middle of the night.

sometimes her mom would bring home her boyfriends, fellow addicts, that chimlin only tried to ignore because they were nasty & reminded her of her father. when they tried ordering her around &, for example, demanded a glass of water, she’d bring it & splash it into their faces lmao.

other than on those occasions, the two of them barely ever saw each other because they were always out on the streets … their relationship became so cold and ?? idk but the people she met on the streets meant more to her than her own flesh & blood. they drifted apart a lot.

i sort of wanted to drop this part of her when alice made jaesung a camboy, especially since kerry has a sugar daddy, but i can’t because it makes sense and i need it ok sorry. stage one: when she became of legal age a year ago, she added cam shows to her resume. they were more erotic & aesthetic rather than nasty & trashy. she’d never reveal her body fully, only heavily imply what was going on, use a bunch of filters & dress up in appealing pastel colours. and it turned out that people’s frustration & curiosity gained her a lot of money ?? stage two: she busted her ass & was incredibly persistent until she got a job as a go-go dancer in one of the local nightclubs. she was too street smart for anyone who visited that place ------ she never drank anything there. she didn’t want to risk being drugged. stage three: she started giving lap dances so that she’d get paid more. stage four: sure, even when she was only a dancer, they’d offer her a lot of money in order to take her home or into a random hotel room where she’d provide them with sexual favours and, at first, she used to refuse all of it. then she became greedier. at first she’d only allow them to watch her. she’d put on a show just for the other person. then she started to accept sleeping with them if she was attracted to them. 35+ tho ?? no thank you.

because of all of that, she managed to get a couple of regular viewers/fans/whatever that are throwing their money along with gifts at her left & right ( she has a po box & basically she often returns home to her pals with packages & is like ??? i’m secretly a really popular youtuber & y’all are living under a rock sMFH !! )

before she was living with her friends, she used that money for, yes, food & necessities BUT also on ridiculously expensive crap just beacause ?? like, she definitely had that phase. but she could never pull it off. she’d throw on ridiculous high heels & a fur coat but she’d always be a street kid without manners & with the sharpest of tongues. watch her kick your ass & not giving a shit whether she gets blood or dirt on her silky blouse.

it all changed when she moved in with her friends. she’s now sending her mom money ofc & spending it on her friends more than herself. she often appears with random gifts & is like “don’t you know that it’s international friendship day pls. ...... . .. take that” or she’s be like “YO MAMA GOT PAID TODAY WOOO!!” ....... yes she refers to herself as mama. stfu. she apologises with gifts, she expresses her love with gifts. she doesn’t know how to do it in any other way. she goes to the grocery store & spends her money on all of their stuff & tells them “of course i took our joint $$ what are you talking about”

don’t fight me on this bc no one’s ever mentioned & i’m calling dibs on it ------ she’s the one who breaks the expensive gift rule.

ok moving on. she’s been telling everyone that she’s taking online classes & that she’s an economy major. but yk the truth is, she’s a high school dropout & she’s soo embarassed of that that she can’t even say it to taemin.

she also sneaks out at night to go to work & prays to everything holy that her friends will never choose to go out to the club where she works bc everyone knows her there & they’d come up to her to greet her if she appeared there with them.

this bitch never sugarcoats anything. she’s real af. if you fuck up, she’ll tell you you fucked up. she’ll tell you when you’re being a dick. she’s sooo blunt & uses profanities non stop.

she can be so childish somethimes, you don’t even know. this is because she didn’t have a proper childhood, it was taken away from her against her own will so now she’s making up for it. she had to grow up when she was supposed to play and be careless. please take her to playgrounds and let her play with dogs and watch old disney movies with her and play video games with her and tell her stupid jokes.

the type to yell at someone for looking at her the wrong way on the street JFHBEFEFKLJGS

always carries a butterfly knife & a lighter ( jeremy taught her cool tricks with both of those ok )

.............. she’s sweet tho. JFGEPFGE

she’s bisexual af.

she sacrifices relationships with people she has genuine feelings for just because she can’t get rid of her sketchy jobs, like, she needs them. she’d starve otherwise.

she really hates this about herself but she can’t help it.

the reason why she’s so obsessed with money is that she didn’t have anything while growing up, obviously.

she’d rather marry a rich person whom she doesn’t love so that her kids would have everything she never had rather than a poor person whom she loves and risk making her kids go through what she went through.

she loves girls soo much, she worships them. she will make your nose bleed if she hears you talk shit about them. she’ll hurt you even more if she sees you hurt a girl or be rude to one like. please.

all she wants in life is to be f r e e.

#yay !!#i cant make the text small i refuse

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stinkybeanus · 8 years ago

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all odds (if you are really really bored do all)

I was but now I’m exhausted Nighty babes

1: Let’s start with a tricky one; what is the real reason you are confused right now?Why I can’t have a bunny or a cute little rat??

2: Do you ever get “good morning” texts from anyone?Yes! My bf!

3: If your significant other smoked pot, would you care?Nope cause I smoke with him 😊

4: Do you find it easy to trust others?No not really. I have to really get to know the person

5: What were you doing at 11PM last night?Sleeping

6: You’re drunk and lost walking down the road; who is with you?My boyfriend or another friend probably

7: What would you do if you found out you had been cheated on?Probably be really depressed and leave. Idk if I could forgive something like that

8: Are you close with your dad?Kinda sorta but not really

9: I bet you kissed someone last night, right?No :(

10: What are you listening to?Give It All- Foals

11: You can only drink ONE liquid for the rest of your life - what is it?Sweet tea

12: Do you like hickeys?Mhmm I love them!!!

13: What time do you go to bed?Between 12 and 3 usually

14: Is there someone who continuously lets you down?Not really sure, I stop talking to people who do that

15: Can you text as quickly with one hand as you do both?Nope

16: Do you always answer your texts?Yes I hate have unanswered texts

17: Do you hate the person you fell the hardest for?Nope I’m in love with him still. Good thing I’m dating him

18: When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends?Right before he passed out on me

19: Is there someone that makes you happy every time you see them?Doobie Doo

20: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night?Can’t remember. I flat out crashed and don’t know what happened. I did wake up and my phone was plugged into my headphones. Not my charger cable. I was so tired I mixed them up last night I guess

21: Is anyone else in the room with you?No, just me, but it’s good cause I’m picky about who sleeps and stays near me

22: Do you believe what goes around comes around?Sometimes but not usually

23: Were you happier four months ago than you are now?Sorta. Work is easier than school and isn’t as much of a stress inducing pain in my ass

24: Is there someone you wish you could fix things with?Yes, and I’m working on it, seemingly well so far!

25: In the past week, have you cried?Several times yes

26: What colour is the shirt you are wearing?White with Alpacalypse graphics on it

27: Do people ever call you by your last name?No and I will ignore you if you do (except if you say Sommers, cause I’m practically part of the family so that I’d respond to)

28: Is anyone ignoring you right now?Nope

29: Do you have a best friend?A very small group of them

30: Would it be hard seeing someone else kiss the last person you kissed?Very. Unless I’d be kissing the same person

31: Who was your last call/text message from?Taddy

32: Are you mad at anyone?Not currently

33: Have you ever kissed someone older than you?Yes my bf

34: How old will the last person you kissed be on his/her next birthday?21 in like 2-3 weeks

35: How many more days until your birthday?154 or something like that

36: Do you have any summer plans yet?No not yet but probably school and working

37: Do you have any good friends of the opposite sex?Sure

38: Are you keeping anything from your best friend(s) now?Nope

39: Do you have a secret that you’ve never told anyone?Yep

40: Have you ever regretted kissing someone?Oh boy yeah that creepy fuckboy who gave me a pregnancy scare almost 2 years back

41: Do you think age matters in relationships?No, unless one is a minor and the other is significantly older

42: Are you available?Sure hmu if you wanna be friends or if you’re a cute girl who wants to date my partner and I possibly were cute I promise

43: How many people have you had real, strong feelings for since high school ended?Not many honestly. After I stopped going to high school in my senior year, I have kept to myself mostly. By far, probably like 4-5 people I’ve made connections with that have lasted

44: If you had to get a piercing (not ears), what would you get?A nose ring but not the septum kind

45: Do you believe exes can be friends?Yes and I’m working on fixing the friendship 👍🙂

46: Do you regret anything?I guess yeah cause there’s things I wish I would have done

47: Honestly, what’s on your mind right now?Bunnies and rats

48: Did you ever lose a best friend?Several of them cause people like to ignore me until I’m a convenience again

49: Was your last kiss a mistake?No I kissed a golden retriever puppy on the nose and got my face licked. That’s the opposite of a mistake babes

50: Why aren’t you pursuing the person you like?Already did that and am dating said person

51: Has the last person you kissed ever seen you cry?Yeah often

52: Do you still talk with the person you LAST kissed?Yes but not currently cause he’s out like a light

53: What was the last thing you ate?Chicken and broccoli alfredo pasta

54: Did you get any compliments today?Yeah but from creepy dudes on okc and on here

55: Where are you going on your next vacation?Not sure yet but hopefully it’s with my partner

56: Do you own anything from other countries?Maybe jewelry. Not really sure

57: Are most of your friend guys or girls? I’m actually not sure.

58: Where have you lived most of your life?South Florida. Hate it tho. I wanna move to Washington or Oregon

59: When was the last time you took a long drive? Yesterday. I drive about an hour to school and an hour and a half to 2 hours back (cause traffic)

60: Have you ever played Spin the Bottle?Yes but so long ago that I barely remember it

61: Have you ever TPd someone’s house?Nope

62: Who do you text the most?Taddy

63: What was the last movie you saw?Wreck it Ralph!!!

64: What’s preventing your current boyfriend/girlfriend from going back to their ex?Me. I’m too perfect to leave

65: How many boyfriends/girlfriends did you have in 2011?None

66: Is the last person you kissed younger than you?No he’s older

67: Do you curse around your parents?On occasion but no not really

68: Are you happy with where you live?NO TAKE ME SOMEWHERE UP NW TO WHERE ITS NICE AND COLD

69: Picture of yourself?

70: Are you a monogamous person or do you believe in open-ended relationships?I’m oily but it’s hard to find a unicorn who we’d like and who’d like us both back. So generally monogamous which isn’t bad cause were like a married couple

71: Have you ever been dumped?Three times by 3 different people. One of these times after a month went by we got back together and then I dumped them

72: What do you most like about making out?If he holds my face and when I struggle for more, he slightly pulls away and teases me. But also his soft kisses are the best

73: Have you ever casually made out with someone who you weren’t seriously involved with?Yeah almost 2 years ago. See the creepy fuckboy question

74: When you kiss someone for the first time, is it usually you who initiates it or the other?I’m usually the other person but I respond with enthusiasm

75: What part of a person’s body do you find most attractive?I can’t choose seriously because I love the entire body as a whole. But probably tummies

76: Who was the last person you talked to last night before you went to bed?Ian

77: Had sex with someone you knew less than an hour?No

78: Had sex with someone you didn’t know their name?No

79: What makes your heart flutter and brings a big cheesy smile to your face?My bf telling me sweet things

80: Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already?I mean maybe but like I require lots of attention so probably not. It’s not fair to the child to get all of the attention

81: Has someone who had a crush on you ever confessed to you? Maybe? I don’t quite remember aside from like the person I’m dating now and the person I dated before

82: Do you tell a lot of people when you have a crush?Maybe but if so then vaguely

83: Do you miss your last sweetie?Kinda. More in a platonic friendship way tho

84: Last time you slow danced with someone?I haven’t

85: Have you ever ‘dated’ someone you’ve never met?Is this mocking an ldr?

86: How can I win your heart? Love me, feed me, give me your attention and care, and take me places and let me pet all the animals

87: What is your astrological sign?Cancer!

88: What were you doing last night at 12 AM?Sleeping

89: Do you cook?Nope

90: Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than 3 months of no communication?Yeah I suppose so but it’s more of trying to maintain a friendship

91: If you’re single right now, do you wish you were in a relationship?N/A

92: Do you prefer to date various people or do you pretty much fall into monogamous relationships quickly?The second one

93: What physical traits do you look for in a potential interest?Generally the trend I noticed is cute tall sorta chubby guys with nice hair and lovely eyes and a cute voice. But like honestly it’s whoever stands out most to me in a crowd of people

94: Name four things that you wish you had!A bunny, a rat, a lizard,and a puppy or a cat

95: Are you a player?Nope

96: Have you ever kissed 2 people in one day?Probably not no. At least not romantically no

97: Are you a tease?Apparently so 😏

98: Ever meet anyone you met on Tumblr?Yeah several people

99: Have you ever been deeply in love with someone?Yes I am currently 😍

100: Anybody on Tumblr that you’d go on a date with?Probably yeah

101: Hugs or Kisses?Both

102: Are you too shy to ask someone out?Usually yes

103: The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?Their face and body

104: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you babe?Yes

105: If a sexy person was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was in relationship, would you go for it?Probably not no, unless both people in that relationship are ok with non monogamy. Even then I’m in a relationship I would still not

106: Do you flirt a lot?I try but I’m not the best but my looks make up for it.

107: Your last kiss?I don’t remember what day I last kissed my partner. Sunday maybe?

108: Have you kissed more than 5 people since the start of 2012?Nope

109: Have you kissed anyone in the past month?Yes

110: If you could kiss anyone who would it be?My bf

111: Do you know who you’ll kiss next?My bf yeah

112: Does someone like you currently? See previous

113: Do you currently have feelings for anyone?Yes

114: Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings?For me, serious stuff

115: Ever made out with just a friend?Yeah in elementary school.

116: Are you happier single or in a relationship?In a relationship

117: Your own question that you want me to answer. Just write it.How are you and the gf hun?

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