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clubtuan · 4 years ago

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Sorry, I couldn’t get to you

Pairing: Do Kyungsoo x female reader

Genre: The chilling adventure of Sabrina!au /witch!au /ansgt a lot of it/ mention of Swing Kids/ fluff / suggestive

Prompt : « I make my own happiness, and I hope you can too » - Sabrina Morningstar

A/N: I finish CAOS and I miss Kyungsoo. And I have Roh Kisoo feelings so yeah this happened, my first scenarios with EXO. And I totally wrote this listening to ‘’Say Something’’ by A Great Big World 90% of the time.

Word count : 5k

Rain was heavily falling that night, and your familiar, a black cat sitting next to you purring. Life as 24 year old witch in Seoul, but still a single 24 year old, life wasn’t that boring it was just that people were always asking you to introduce them to your boyfriend.. Hell who needs a boyfriend when their cousin is the king of Hell, or when your family is the known as the most powerful witches in this damn country ?

The smoke of your tea was long gone as the liquid turned cold, but a burnt smell came to your nostrils .. Park Chanyeol, the king of the under and your cousin.

‘’Hello cousin.

For the love of Satan, Chanyeol!’’ He laughed and take the place right next to you, taking off his crown. ‘’Hell is hella boring without you’’ he sighed.

The only thing you wanted to answer him was how earth was also a boring playground without him, and how Junmyeon wasn’t helping cause he probably was busy running the Academy of Unseen Arts.

You sighed, humans weren’t funny, working wasn’t funny, and plus your feet hurt, from working in Minseok’s small cafe. ‘’You’re a real drama queen Y/N’’ Said Chanyeol before readjusting his black oversized opened dress shirt. ‘’Go to a club, find a cute or bad boy looking guy and have some fun’’ He said picking up his bloody crown.

You couldn’t believe it, even your cousin was asking you to get .. well for the moment a one night stand, but still asking you to find a ‘someone’ ..

‘’Uh and before I forget honey, you may be a witch but black isn’t our only option here’ He disappeared before you could kill him or throw a pillow to his face.’’ -Unbelievable, was all you said after his exit.

You scanned your shelves full of spell books, ‘dark magic : a witchy way with demons’, other books about demons and others creatures you had to deal with, a big brown book caught your eyes and you smirk taking it in your hands. ‘’Boyfriend, here we meet’’ your cat meow looking at you ‘’I know buddy, but everyone says I should have someone so ..’’

To be real witches and wizards are known to have sex demons, and huge sexual orgies from time to time .. seriously what is the problem with witches and sex ?

Oh yeah Lilith was !

You find yourself in the bathroom that night, sculpting your future boyfriend in the wax of a few red candles. abs ? Check ! Cute looking butt ? Check ! Good look ? Check. Nice ?Also check !

‘’Let the doll sit in hot water for one to two days and your lover will be yours’’ you read out of the book.

The bathtub was full and ready, and your were casting the spell asking yourself the hell you were doing.

You clearly fell asleep, waiting to your full tub to see if anything would change .. but nope nothing really changed except the size of the wax doll, which was now a lot larger and not much looking like wax. Work was starting for another few hours but someone was ringing at your door at 9am. And the same someone didn’t wait for you to entered your apartment.

‘’Y/N? We know you’re here, the cat told us.’’ Aunties !

You exited your bathroom closing your door, they didn’t need to see your future love spell laying in hot water with rose petals !

‘’Aunties hi!’’ They both looked at you as if you were insane, well you totally looked like at the moment, your oversized black shirt, and dried mascara under your eyes !

‘’What are you doing ?’’

I’m creating my own boyfriend, cause people I work with, or I’m friend with ask me about my love life 24/7 .. nah you shouldn’t say that to your aunts or else they’ll kill you ..

‘’Nothing Aunt Zee ! I just need coffee cause I .. I .. Yeah coffee !’’

Both of your aunts looked at each other, but not in the suspicious way you tried to avoid, thanks Dark Lord ! ‘’Your cousin, ..’’ Aunt H started but you clearly were not listening to them. Looking at you bathroom door asking yourself a lot of question, does he has a name or you had to give him one ?

‘’Aunties, if you create someone out of .. never mind’’ you stopped yourself, they didn’t need to suspect you and your future « man »?

And the fact you wanted them out of here .. fast ! No need for them to see a stranger getting out of one of your rooms probably naked and confused !

You were bored to wait for anything to happen, and plus you received a text.

JUNMYEON:

You small witch, don’t forget about the Coven party in 2 days.

If you’re not here, I’ll kill u under the full moon babe xox

What a best friend ! You once again totally forgot about this little Coven thing at Minseok cafe he was hosting with Baekhyun.

Witches parties were always too much, even more if Byun Baekhyun was the one throwing the said party. Going back to the 50s (like literally), ghosts ..

To be honest you wanted your Saturday night to be a rerun of « Sabrina, the teenage witch » under a plaid on your couch with pizza, beer and tteokbokki, not a extravagant party with all your Coven.

BAEKHYUNIE:

Get ready for the night of your witchy spicy life, cause your god fairy mother (me!!)

got some friend who are single & ready to mingle !

YOU:

Baek, no more weird goblin or any magical creatures !

Plus you are late I’ve a date !

His only response was a few shocked emojis, and a few seconds later another text : I’m behind your door with food !

But Baekhyun, being Baekhyun he didn’t ring the bell and come into your home with a huge goofy smile on his lips.

‘’Don’t look at me like that, I’ve got your fav’’

Why everybody was coming to visit you today ? Normally your apartment was cozy and calm .. but not today ! For Satan’s love !

Baekhyun was one of your closest friend, but also a dark fairy and Chanyeol’s right arm.

And fairies loves to party way too much, it was in their personality ! But the cutest thing was his pointy ears.

‘’ So, my lil friend got herself a date ?’’

And fairy were all about gossips! You simply smiled and nodded at your friend. No need to say too much !

‘’Sooo ..’’ You tried to start another conversation ‘’ How is hell today ?’’

He lifted one of his eyebrow ‘’ Yeol was here last night, don’t try to escape my questions woman’’

Maybe you should have stuff your mouth with rice and onions !

Your fairy friend talked and talked, asking you a few questions about your date for the party. You nodded and made a few ‘’oh!’’ ‘’mhmm’’ but must importantly you were eating and trying to avoid his questions.

Until that one moment when Baekhyun suddenly stopped talking, and was looking behind you his mouth wide open.

‘’Sorry babe, I was a bit long’’

Babe ? You turned in your sit and your eyes dropped to a towel, one of your black towel hanging low on some hips, well defined hips to say, and as your eyes were going up to see who that was, you followed a happy trail, your mouth watered at the sight, happy trail being one of your weakness in a man. After his define stomach and sun kissed glowing skin. His heart shaped lips looked so kissable and full, his dark eyes hided behind tick black frame of glasses. God he was beautiful, more than that to be honest, his voice sounded like honey to your ears, his cute hand slowly scratching the back of his head. You watched a few drop of water running on his chest.

Next you saw a lot of beauty marks on his naked skin, a galaxy of beauty marks. The man got you hypnotized with one sentence, this spell was something !

‘’Hey, you must be Baekhyun ! Y/N told me about you’’ you were drinking his every words just like Baekhyun was. ‘’I’m Do Kyungsoo’’

Dark lord even his name sounded so heavenly (damn for a dark lord follower, you think a lot about heaven right now), after his introduction he excused himself to get dress.

‘’Is this your date ?’’ Murmured Baekhyun with too much excitement ‘’Damn girl you just hit the lotto !’’

Your first few days with Kyungsoo was surprisingly good, he already known a lot about you. Because to created him you dropped some drops of blood in the potion.

You asked silly questions to Kyungsoo, just to get to know him better: ‘’Bubble tea or Iced coffee ?’’ sure he was your creation but he still has his own personality. Your afternoon been filled with laughs, his hand in your hair, under your shirt, and finally you naked on top of him. His hands on your hips left some marks just like his plump lips and teeth drew love bites on your collarbone and others behind your ear. Your long black nails left marks on his back from the pleasure .. hell this man gonna be the end of your sanity !

‘’I’m glad you bring me to life’’ his arm was wrapped around your waist, and his lips continued their way in the back on your neck. You never expect anything with this incantation, you never expect the perfect man to came to life in your bathtub but here you were laying under your sheet naked, with Kyungsoo showing his love to you. Drawing abstract shapes on your skin, following your own moles creating a galaxy with his fingers.

Your friends and family were totally shocked to see him next to you, the Saturday night at the Coven party.

Even your aunt fell under his spell, and Chanyeol almost gave him his throne. Kyungsoo always had an answer to every questions about your relationship, his hand never left your side that night, or you find his lips on your cheek every other times.

Do Kyungsoo might be the result of your spell, but you totally were under his.

Days with Kyungsoo were sweet, full of adventures and funny. Sex was insanely good, (yes might be a witch thing but thanks Lilith) the feeling of his hand tracing your body, or even his lips on your skin. Or just his eyes on you were making you feel like the most wanted woman on the earth, Kyungsoo has his ways.

His moles were your favorite thing to kiss after his pillowy lips, but the must was the little mole on his top lip. And for Kyungsoo his lips found their home right under your breast, on ink saying ‘Witch’ he always said your tattoo was full of sarcasm.

Were you suppose to fall to your own creation ?

Your cat was laying on your bed, his head in Kyungsoo’s hand as his was caressing him. You watched him laying underneath your sheet, his chest on full display as your bedding was on his hips hiding a bit of his nakedness. ‘’You know I think he quite like you’’ you said to him ‘’Yeah he is purring, and I like him too .. he is like a part of you’’

You smiled looking at them, the sun was hitting Kyungsoo’s skin in all the right place making you craving him again, on the spot. His skin against yours, his finger interlaced with yours, his low groans .. he was hotter than hell.

Your black familiar exited the room as soon as you found a place on your mattress. ‘’You look cute with my shirt on’’ his hands traveled under the cotton of the shirt, tracing the shape of your chest. He smelled so nice just like lavender and woodland (a/n: if you ever smelled ‘autumn night’ by yankee candle this is the smell I’m talking about), everything about him was comforting, cozy and making you feel somehow safe. His lips right underneath your left ear, his right hand playing with the side of your black laced panty.

He was addicting just like a drug, now he was in your life you couldn’t imagine not having him anymore. Kyungsoo became a part of you, like a missing piece of puzzle and thanks to magic you finally completed the puzzle.

The way he made you feel was crazy, almost too crazy to be real. His breath hitting your neck made you moan even more than his hands running your body, and his length hitting every spots.

Days were brighter than before, spring was almost there cherry blossom were about to bloom, just like you now. And the night getting warmer but for once your bed felt empty and kind of cold without the raven haired boy sleeping next to you.

‘’Y/N ! ARE YOU ISANE ????’’

You woke up to Chanyeol screaming and tearing off his black hair. ‘’Yeol it’s 3 am, the fuck you want now ?’’ You asked, ready to kill him.

‘’Do Kyungsoo ? Huh ?? More like Roh Kisoo ! I can’t believe you invoke a freaking ghost to pretend to be your fucking fuck buddy’’

What ? A ghost ? Fuck buddy ? You were lost, totally lost and you cousin still panicked in front of your bed. ‘’ A ghost, what ? Who’s a ghost ?’’ He sighed loudly. ‘’Cousin, the aunties will legit kill you’’

Your only question was ‘who the fuck is Roh Kisoo ?’ He sighed once again before showing a beige folder (there’s folder in hell ? Anyway that is not the question)

‘’Cousin, he is dead, Do Kyungsoo isn’t real his name was Roh Kisoo, North Korean soldier. He used to tap dance, he was killed because he was about to kill an American soldier on stage’’

You couldn’t believe what Chanyeol was telling you .. you did not invoke a dead soldier, you created him out of wax. ‘’Chanyeol .. I created him. I do not fuck with dead’’

He stopped all his talking to look at you, dead in the eyes (no joke here). Your knees were against your chest as you sit on your mattress, ‘’He lied to me’’ you said softly. Your eyes filled with tears, you couldn’t believe you fell in love with your creation but he seemed so human, probably too human you were now thinking .. cause he been alive once.

Chanyeol wrapped his arms around you, even the king of hell could not bear to see his cousin and best friend crying. ‘’Love, do-does his heart beat ?’’ You looked up at him not really understanding why would it change if his heart was beating or not ? ‘’ If his heart beat, it means two things .. one he has feeling for you and second h-he .. he would become human, 100% human once again and believe his past life is just a dream .. Well his memories of the war and all being a dream’’

‘’And y/n..’’ He started again ‘’ you were in his past life .. his lover actually even if he never confessed or anything to you he loved you as Roh Kisoo .. that’s why he came to you as you created him’’

He put his hands on your eyes, and suddenly flashes of images, of him with shaved hair, kaki clothes, tap dancing, working on things, him stealing a kiss, stealing one of your kiss I the board of daylight, your death with two others persons you didn’t know and finally his own death.

The perk of being the king of hell was having ‘infos’ about people’s previous lives, and Chanyeol was shoving you Kyungsoo past life.

After your cousin exit, you didn’t sleep that night. You felt so small at the time watching the night lights by your window, thinking about everything that happened for the last two months of your life.. getting him, feeling happy and in love (a thing you never felt or lived before), how were you supposed to say all these things to Kyungsoo ?

Were you supposed to giving him up ? Send him back (yeah but were ?) ? Make him human ?

That morning Junmyeon made fun of you ‘looking like a panda’.

‘’ Y/N ?’’ He been calling your name for the last five minutes but your mind was anywhere but in Minseok’s cafe, jumping from memories to memories you created for the last 2 months.

The light was hitting your living room, a cup of coffee in your hand as you sit on your couch right next to Kyungsoo who was reading one your book. At the time everything felt right, as you were looking at him forgetting your cup in your hands, trying to find a single thing on him that was wrong .. but nothing was wrong.

‘’You know, I’ll not disappear love’’ you chuckled at his words, fearing that yes someday he’ll be gone.

His hand find it place on your knee, and his lips on your temple was comforting you and made you blush as a teenager.

At the time everything was simpler, you needed help .. but from who ?

You couldn’t bear to see Kyungsoo, not knowing how you’ll react in front of him, what to tell him, would you kiss him ? Let him make love to you ? Slap him ? Fall apart ? Break his heart ? (you didn’t know if his heart was beating .. if he was human or just the memory of his past life in wax)

YOU:

We need to talk aunties.

You were adult and you needed to face your mistakes, and you were finally doing it. The drive to your aunt’s was the longest it ever was and you felt heavy.

You spent a long time sitting in your car before entering the house, feeling a lot of shame, heartbroken, facing your mistake was harder than expected.

The second you saw your aunts you couldn’t keep your feelings together and start crying.

‘’ Chanyeol told us Y/N and even if your aunt wanted to scold you .. it’s not right to do now’’ started one of your aunt.

Aunt Zee was smoking but not saying anything, you knew she was disappointed. You felt totally out of place if you teleport yourself in a volcano you would to it right away.

‘’ I suppose Chanyeol explain you, the two options you have ?’’ Was Aunt Zee first worlds, you nodded.

‘’ If his heart beat or not, I could send him back or I can make him human.. ’’ your were stop by Aunt H ‘’ If you make him human, you know he’ll not remember you and what you both lived’’

Hearing that broke your heart even more, he couldn’t forget you if wasn’t right.

‘’ But he will kind of stay connected to you, as he has a part of you being your magic. So he is and will be a wizard.’’ Said your second aunt.

All you needed was time, a thing you didn’t have. One last time with him before choosing send him back or making him human and forget everything about you.

‘’But most important if his heart is beating, your trace will forever haunt him. Without him know why and who you are, love’’ said Aunt H, caressing your arm as comfort.

‘’ I can’t kill him’’

Yours aunties listened to you, telling them why and how to ‘created’ him, how happy he was making you, how human he seemed and now you knew why .. you told them everything, even wishing you had a last night with him.

Aunt Zee granted your wish, but tomorrow morning you had to say goodbye to love.

You never expected finding him dressed in his favorite black jumper and his ripped bleu jeans cooking in your kitchen with a glass full of white wine waiting for you next to his.

Your eyes filled with tears when his scent hit you, your head on his chest. ‘’ Let’s stay like this for a moment, please’’ you didn’t want him to see you like that.

The smile dancing on his lips broke you inside one more time, he looked so innocent in front of you, not knowing, almost like a child.

‘’You know babe, tonight there’s a shower of shooting stars let’s watch it’’ Yixing told him, even if he never met the Chinese wizard in real like they met on FaceTime, your friend was crazy when Baekhyun, once mentioned you had someone.

You simply nodded, even of shooting stars couldn’t help you this time.

The time moved so fast as if it was teasing you, your eyes never left Kyungsoo, too afraid to forgot him or to miss a beauty mark or the way his eyes were when he was smiling, looking at you.

Looking at him was the hardest thing you had ever done that night, you were giving up on him and you couldn’t say anything.

The view from the balcony of your appartement was incredible but the only thing you watched was him not the stars traveling the dark sky.

Even the moon seems ridiculous next to him, his glasses sat on his nose and his hair was a bit longer, his fringe hitting the frame of the glasses softly.

He turned his head to look at you, his hand caressed your cheek and his lips collided on yours, his kiss was full of passion, slow. Time stopped when his lips met yours, and you felt his heart pounded underneath your hand.

His heart was beating ..

‘’ .. I love you’’ His eyes were still closed and his lips still so closed to yours, and his thumb caressing your face.

Once again his lips crashed on yours, more intense this time. Yours hands holding the material of his jumper. ‘’Don’t ever forget about me’’ you whisper. His fingers slipped under the coton of your shirt, he pulled you even closer to him, as if no one else in the world existed. ‘’Never’’ you knew his answer was a lie but you needed it.

The time actually stopped at that moment the last time he made love to you, the stars and clouds were not moving and no sounds were heard, a spell to stop time was dangerous and only a powerful witch could to do but at the time it was your last priority.

It was the softest Kyungsoo ever showed you the way he loved you, he was taking his time with you that night as if he knew it was surely the last time. Looking at you his eyes were full of stars and his hands felt like velvet on your skin.

That night you refused to fall asleep, your head stayed on his chest listening to his heartbeat, his words playing over and over in your head, the way he confessed on that night was the hardest to accepted to you.

CHANYEOL:

I’m sorry cousin,

I tried to give a little bit more with him.

He make you happy I know.

You left your bed after reading the text to finally cried yourself to sleep in your bathroom, your hand on your mouth trying to muffled the sound.

The floor was freezing when you woke up, everything felt freezing in your house, in your body. Once you remembered, tears were running your cheeks and this time you didn’t shut yourself and screamed in agony.

He was gone.

He was gone and you were alone.

The first week was the hardest, you didn’t left your room and the last piece of him that was the shirt you wore that night.

The tissue did not smelled like him anymore.

Every day, every hour you were waiting for him to open your door arms full of bags from the grocery store ready to cook you something.

Chanyeol, yours aunts, Yixing, everyone tried to contact you, but you never answered them.

Every night Chanyeol wait for you to sleep and came, he was feeling guilty and you were his best friend. Every night he did the same, he tucked you and stroked your hair. Hoping one day you would be able to find peace with yourself, but that wasn’t the only thing on his plan !

You sat at your kitchen bar, you computer in front of you but all you did was staring at your window, your chin resting in your left hand.

You didn’t even watch Chanyeol sitting right in front of you searching something in one of his books. ‘’Cousin, aren’t you suppose to do mails stuff ?’’

‘’Chanyeol, aren’t you suppose to do king of hell stuffs?’’ Your sarcasm did in fact burn like hell !

‘’You know I became the king of underworld, so you selfishly could stay on earth and do selfish human things as the bratty witch you are’’

Why was Chanyeol even here at this point ? He wasn’t wrong, to be honest. All you did for the last few days was crying, sleeping, and being a brat to everyone who tried to help you what so ever.

‘’Cousin, life have so much to offer’’

‘’Fake, life sucks and I feel so done with it’’ He sighed loudly, feeling done with you.

Ignoring yours friends, cousin, aunts was purely selfish and you knew it but at this point you clearly didn’t give a damn .. but at the same time it was your fault and only your fault, if you didn’t use this spell, just to shut people and their needs to talk about your life.

It’s been 3 weeks, the first been the miserable one, the two second mark the start of the ‘new you’.

You were purely self-destructive at this point, losing Kyungsoo hurt you but what you did to yourself was worst. Invoking sex demons, trying spell to not feel anything, everything was good to ‘make you forget’.

‘’You know Sehun, fuck Satan and all that witchy shit’’

You were clearly drunk, and Sehun knew he shouldn’t give you anymore drinks but his pub had the best reputation with the witch population of Seoul, you lost the count of drinks you already drank.

‘’ You probably should go at home and sleep Y/N, I dont need the king of Hell to come and kill me’’

‘’Chanyeol ? He can kiss my ass ! Y’all can kiss my ass’’ your drunk behavior wasn’t a pretty sight.

After that Sehun didn’t understand a word you said, you were half crying, half mumbling. Poor bartender did not has the choice but to call Chanyeol to have an explanation and to get you back at your apartment.

‘’ Y/N you can’t live your life off ‘not feeling anything’ spells’’

Cold water woke you up, you stood in you shower fully clothed and your cousin holding the shower head.

‘’Why the hell are you doin’ that ?’’

‘’You asshole, needed a wake up call’’

Chanyeol was tired of seeing you being a danger to yourself, and decided enough was enough.

The heavy weight on your shoulders dropped suddenly and you body followed dropping in your cousin’s arms. ‘’ I just miss him so much Yeol’’

He watched tears rolling on your cheeks, not saying anything but his hand caressing your back.

Even if lives are connected Chanyeol couldn’t guarantee Kyungsoo’s comeback, your two souls might be connected since the beginning but the way they forced Kyungsoo into his human form couldn’t guarantee anything about their futur or life together. But he couldn’t tell you all that, like he couldn’t say he was following the man everyday.

And that you left your mark on him, he was now a wizard.

‘’ I’m here Y/N you can sleep’’

He laid you down on your bed, caressing your hair and projecting dreams in your head to give you a break, Chanyeol was the king of Hell, but he was hurt seeing his best friend and cousin living like that, he was ready to fight anyone so you could be happy again and to see you eyes full of stars just like when you were looking at Kyungsoo.

Chanyeol always knew that Kyungsoo’s heart was beating he felt it the first time he met him. And right after that he started his search about the man.

After that night you practically lived in the academy, teaching younger witches just like your aunts wanted. Reading books to perfect your magic. ‘’You know since you came to the academy everything seems simpler’’ Said your colleague Jongdae ‘’ Kids seems to like having one of the most powerful witch of the century teaching them stuffs’’ You nodded.

‘’Sorry Jongdae but I’m taking my cousin out for lunch’’

Chanyeol took you to Chinatown, celebrating one of his friend opening his own restaurant .. who were you to say no to free food ?

Lunch was nice, a private room for the two of you and all the best food on the menu. ‘’So the academy ?’’

‘’It’s good, kids are funny .. Yeol did you .. like killed someone for this guy ?’’

He laughed a bit too much ‘’ Not, it’s a guy a met not long ago and we became friends .. he is like us ‘magic’ he’ll come to see us’’

You nodded, finishing you plate and drinking a bit of the Chinese whisky that was left in your cup.

Chanyeol left you to go the to toilet, what type of cousin is he ? He need to go to the toilet when his friend was supposed to met the two of you ? Asshole !

The door opened and your phone vibrated at the same time a text from you cousin, why was he sending you a text when coming back in the private room ?

CHANYEOL:

I find him for you ..

Who did he find for you ?

‘’Chanyeol ?’’ You knew the voice, you once again felt the time stop when you turned around finding .. Do Kyungsoo in a chef attire.

Do Kyungsoo was the friend of Chanyeol, the one he wanted you to meet ..

‘’You are ?’’ Right he forgot about you. ‘’Oh yeah you’re Y/N .. Chanyeol told me a lot about you and you’re like the most powerful in our coven’’

A single tear rolled onto your cheek, you find him .. he was in front of you.

You finally find him, thanks to Chanyeol.

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ererokii · 4 years ago

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Infinite || Izuku Midoryia

Izuku Midioryia x Fem! Reader (Soulmate AU)

Warnings: insecurities, bit of angst

Word Count: 3194

Synopsis: In a world where soulmates exist, Izuku Midoryia believes that he won’t have one on the day of his 17th birthday.

Taglist (message to be added): @pixxiesdust @shoutodoki @shoutosteakettle @saltie @fryingpanitachi @sugacookiies @kingtamakimurder

➺ Note: This is for the @bnhabookclub‘s bingo event and Celebrating Deku event! The prompt are Long Kisses and “Did you ever think we would be here? I mean since we were kids, I just..”

Bingo Masterlist

Soulmates were always a thing since the beginning of time. The signs were simple when you were supposed to find your soulmate. You either share the same colored iris of their right eye, or their birth date would be tattooed on your thumb in cursive. Some people got both, while others just had one.

The signs didn’t come at birth. Some babies were born with grey eyes and wouldn’t get their soulmate’s eye color until they turned 14. It was a celebration when a child finally got their right eye color, matching with their soulmate or not. However, there were cases where someone wouldn’t receive their right eye color until they turned 17.

Other babies who were born with a birthmark in the shape of a heart on their thumb got their tattoo at the age of 5. It was funny how the two worked. But that’s how the universe wanted it.

Izuku Midoryia was always a curious child, ever since he learned how to walk. He was always up to meeting anyone with a new face. You happened to fall victim to his ways. Izuku met you when both of you were 4 years old, at a park. You were running around the playground and when he saw you, he practically begged his mom to let him go. With much reluctance, she did.

Both of you connected rather quickly. When your mothers called for you to leave, both of you clung to each other as you sobbed, begging for another 10 minutes with each other. Seeing their children already so close despite only knowing each other for an hour, the mothers decided to talk amongst themselves as well.

Inko and your mother got along well. This meant that you and Izuku would be seeing each other a lot more, which both of you were ecstatic about.

Both of you went to the same school. In the younger grades, the teachers would hold a small celebration for any child that received their tattoo. It happened a couple of times. A group of small kids and their teacher surrounding one of the students, a bright glowing light emitting from their thumb. It was something that always fantasized Izuku. He couldn’t wait for his own.

Yet he wasn't born with the heart birthmark. You were born with one.

That was the only thing you could babble about. How excited you were to find out the date, to find your prince charming as you told him after watching your princess movies.

“I think today is the day Izu-kun! I feel it!” You spoke with confidence, jutting your thumb in his direction.

“W-what makes you think that?!” he gasped, his small brain blown away at your confidence.

“I just feel it! Today I’m going to find out about my prince charming!!” You giggled as you curtseyed, acting out the role of the princess. “And we’ll dance and dance!”

“It sounds like you have your whole life planned out! I wish I was able to get one!”

“Silly!” You pointed to his grey eyes. “You’ll get the eye remember?! That’s super-duper cool if you ask me!”

He rubbed his knuckles gently bashfully as he lowered his head.”You really think so?”

“I know so! You’ll probably get a pink! Or maybe purple!”

“Maybe yellow!” Izuku’s little body rattled with laughter alongside you. Both of you were huddled up on the carpeted floor, minding your own business from the other kids who were too busy coloring.

“Bright!” you gasped and held your hand out, a glowing light emitting from your heart birthmark. “S-Sensei! It’s glowing!”

At the sound of your voice, your teacher and your classmates rushed to you. Izuku scooted closer, watching the heart glow brighter. “Does it hurt Y/N-Chan?” he whispered in astonishment, hand touching your arm.

You stayed silent as you stared at the scene in front of you, the heart outlined in a gold shimmery light, it’s light blinding but also beautiful. It fully stopped as black ink formed on your hand.

“What does it say?”

You whimpered and lifted your hand up to your teacher’s bent over body. “I don’t know what it says.” You were only five years old and was still learning to read your numbers.

A chuckle left their lips as they grabbed your tiny wrist in their bigger hand, scanning over it. “July 15th!”

Gasps resonated throughout the room.

“That’s my birthday!” Izuku squeaked out as he stared at you.

You cheekily smiled and clapped your hands together. “It is! Maybe it’s you Izu-kun! Maybe you’re my prince charming!”

“You think that?!”

“I don’t know! But will we dance and dance like they do in the fairytales?!”

Izuku absentmindedly nodded as he bowed. “Yes Princess Y/N! We will dance and dance!”

You jutted out your pinkie in his direction, a serious look for a five year old displayed on your face. “You pinkie promise swear Izu-kun?”

He stared at it for a second before sticking his pinkie out as well, wrapping his small one around yours. “I pinkie promise swear Y/N-chan!”

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

“My birthday passed and I still haven’t gotten my color! What if I’m not meant to have a soulmate?”

You scoffed and held the papers close to your chest. “That’s not true Izu! You’re going to! Don’t be so negative. Be like All Might!” You cheered and jumped up, fist raised in the air.

He shook his head, his green hair moving in the slightest with his motion. “Yeah you’re right. He hasn’t even said anything about his soulmate! Maybe it’s kept a secret!”

You squealed like a little school girl, which you were. “How romantic!! Keeping your lover away from the spotlight! A mysterious type of love! Imagine that!”

“What’s so cute about that? Sounds like a cheap drama to me.”

An offended gasp left your lips as you spun on your heel, stopping right in front of him. “Cheap drama?!” you bent over a bit, placing your hands on your hips, one of your hands holding your papers. “It’s more than that!”

He stumbled back at your sudden movement and gulped. You were close. Close enough where he can smell the faint essence of your shampoo. His eyes were glued to your face. Over the years he definitely saw the changes throughout your body and would even say he found himself attracted to you.

You’ve grown from the tiny toddler that always wanted to protect him, to a maturing teenager. You also noticed the changes in Izuku’s appearance. You noticed the way his face lost its baby fat and slowly shaped itself over time. Both of your moms loved seeing you walk home together. It was something that warmed both of their children staying friends after many years. They secretly hoped that your soulmates were each other, if only the universe was nice enough to grant their wishes.

“You listen well!” you snapped with no ill intention, somehow shuffling closer to his now trembling body. “It is romantic to protect your soulmate from the horrors of this world! Imagine just fighting for them! That’s so romantic! In the dramas, their reason for fighting is always their soulmate! If someone fought for me, I would love them forever and ever!” you swooned, clasping your hands to your chest as your fingers gripped around the vest. Your papers were long gone on the floor, your eyes squeezed shut. If they were open, he could have swore he would have seen hearts in your eyes.

“Okay I get it!” he said quickly, hands in front of his body as he shook them in defense. “If you shut your eyes any tighter you won’t see!”

A groan left your lips as a pout tugged them right after. “I was in my dream world! Always messing with it huh, Izu!” You opened your eyes to stare at him, head tilting to the side like a confused puppy when you saw his shocked expression.

“What?” you asked, hand reaching up to your face. “Is there something on my face or something?”

His mouth opened but no words came out, only strangled noises and gasps for air. His index finger pointed at his right eye. “Y-Your eye! It’s maroon!”

A scream left your lips as you quickly took out your phone, immediately going on the camera app to stare at your reflection. “I-It’s here! It’s here!” your voice was higher pitched, clearly in shock as you felt the back of your neck heat up.

You lowered your phone and placed it back in your bag. “Oh my..it’s here” you whispered breathlessly, slowly lifting your head to meet Izuku’s concerned gaze. “D-Do you not like it or something?” he whispered.

Your next action startled him. A high pitch squeal filled his ears as your hands found themselves on his wrists, squeezing them as you jumped and down, excited. “It’s here Izu!” Your head bobbed up with each jump you did, your smile never faltering as you kept using his body as leverage to jump.

He felt his heartbreak and fall in the depths of his soul. “I’m so happy for you Y/N! I bet it’s so exciting to finally get it!”

He was truly happy for you, he was. On the inside he was already hurting. He felt like his heart got chopped up and thrown away. You had a soulmate. Someone out there was already made for you. For you to love. For them to cherish and protect you like you wanted.

He couldn’t. He couldn’t hold you. He couldn’t cherish you. He couldn’t protect you like you wanted. You weren’t meant for him.

You stared into his gaze with your new eyes. The iris from your parents matched beautifully with the maroon. If possible, it made your eyes stand out more. “Do they look weird?” you whispered, suddenly self conscious of your new appearance.

“Course not! I think they look-” he stopped himself, flustering up as he twiddled his thumbs. “Beautiful.”

“Ah..” you rubbed your arm, hand moving up and down slowly, lowering your head at his words. “T-thank you Izu..” you meekly whispered before gasping, reaching out and grabbing him by his forearms. “I have to tell my mom! I’ll catch up with you later?!”

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

Enrolling at UA High School gave Izuku many opportunities. Before enrolling, he met with the Symbol of Peace himself. Gaining his quirk, Izuku worked hard to achieve his goal of entering. Seeing you at the entrance exam made him ecstatic.

That was until he would look into your eyes. Each time he dreaded looking into them. It left a grim reminder that he wasn’t for you. He remembered every moment of that day when you got the color. He remembered crying into his pillow for hours, leaving his mother worried sick. He couldn’t tell you how jealous he felt. He didn’t want to ruin your friendship.

Each kid in his class had their tattoo wrapped around their thumb or mismatched eyes. He often felt left out. He could feel the pity stares sent his way. The hushed whispers of gossipers ringing in his ears. Every time you would comfort him about it, saying it was natural to feel the way he was feeling, he couldn’t feel your comfort. It didn’t feel sincere to him. Nothing did.

He despised his birthday after his 14th. He hated the thought that this coming birthday will be the same as the one before. No trace of his soulmate. He did research. He tried forcing it by thinking of his soulmate. Would spend endless nights begging that the next day a sign would appear.

There were times where he would come into class, absolutely exhausted as his feet dragged behind him, his shoulders slouched forward, his green and grey eyes bloodshot. It worried you to no end. You often spent nights in his dorm, comforting him. He would break down into your arms, repeating the words that no one would love him. That no one was made for him.

When you got your signs you were over the top. You ranted and bragged about how amazing your soulmate was without even knowing them. You already knew it. Deep down you could feel their presence. It was an amazing feeling. A spark exploding inside of you that had to be let out soon. You heard stories of people finding their soulmates. How time seemed to stop leaving the two of them to drown in each other’s presence. You wanted it.

Izuku’s birthday was today. His 17th to be exact. He was holding onto the small string of hope. You hoped that this would be different. He was at the age limit where he should have gotten the sign. You didn’t want this birthday to end with him crying again. You wanted him to be happy. He deserved it.

It was a sunny afternoon. Izuku and you walked in silence to a park—the park where both of you had first met. A small humming came from his end, a small bounce in his step as the both of you continued to follow the cement path to a nearby bench.

He would say it was an average morning. Despite the fact that you and Ochako decided to wake him up by singing him happy birthday and practically forcing him out of bed while he was still half asleep. He got greeted by all of his classmates, even Eri said happy birthday to which brought a big smile on his face.

All Might came down and spoke a few words to his successor. Even Aizawa, which surprised the whole class.

“Soo..” you spoke up, hands clasped behind your back. “Did your mom call?”

He nodded and looked up at the sky, red tresses adorning the blue sky. “She did. She was the first one to call me this morning”

“I’m surprised she didn’t stop by. I mean after all, I’m sure she could have gotten a free pass or something”

“Yeah” he mumbled, eyes averted downwards. Something was on his mind.

“Hey, why am I getting the feeling that you aren’t okay?”

A shrug of his shoulders made him lift his head to meet your gaze. “I’m alright. Just thinking.”

“Whatcha thinking about, Izu?”

“The normal is all.”

“Oh” was all you said as you lowered your head, regretting that you even asked him.

His elbow gently jabbed into your side. “Don’t look so down.” A gentle smile appeared on his lips, motioning to the park bench with his head. “I still got time.”

“Yeah you’re right about that.” you followed his footsteps from behind, placing yourself down on the wooden bench.

A comfortable silence overcame the both of you. You leaned forward, resting your hands on your knees. “It’s been a long time hasn’t it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Did you ever think we would be here? I mean since we were kids, I just… When I was younger I didn’t think we would be here if I’m being honest. I thought we were just going to have playdates till we drifted off once we entered high school.”

Izuku turned his body to face you, concern evident on his face as his grey and green eyes glossed with tears. “You thought that?”

You nodded slowly as you pointed a finger towards the playground. “Do you remember? You came up to me with that bright smile of yours, asking me if we could play together. I remember we played superheroes, played on swings, and went down the slide so many times.”

A wave of nostalgia hit his body as he relaxed, leaning into the wood of the bench. “Yeah, I remember that. t’s funny how simpler times were back then huh? Not have to worry about grades, quirk sometimes, and...” he got quiet as his leg bounced up and down. “And soulmates”

“You seem to be stressing about your soulmate a lot. Izu it’ll happen. I promise. I mean you are technically of age now.”

“Yeah but what if it doesn’t happen?” he whispered, clenching the iron bar of the armrest, a small spark of his quirk emitting from his body. “What if I’m not meant for anyone? What if I’m one of those sad cases that will never ever find someone? Those pity stares keep me up at night! Everyone always talks about me like I’m not there!”

A small sob left his lips as a hand covered his eyes, shielding the small sense of dignity he had left.

“Izu,” you whispered breathlessly, reaching out to touch him. Your fingertips touched the top of his shoulder, his body jerking away.

“No! I don’t want you to feel bad for me! I like you! I like you so much but I’m not for you! You aren’t for me! I cry every day because you’re the one I want yet I can’t have you!”

Your vision grew blurry as you desperately rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand to conceal your tears. “You dummy..you can’t just say stuff like that!”

He sniffled as he looked over at you. “And why is that?”

You felt your heart stop. A funny feeling running through your veins. Butterflies appeared in the pit of your stomach. “Izu...” you whispered and suddenly cradled his face, your thumbs rubbing the swell of his tinted cheeks. “You- your eye.”

His eyes widened drastically and he immediately shoved his hand into his pocket, pulling out his phone. Turning on the camera he faced it toward him as he choked on air. Green and maroon eyes. “It’s maroon,” he whispered and lowered his phone onto his lap.

You let out a shaky breath and reached for his hand. A spark of electricity ran through your veins at the touch. His presence was clear as ever. His touch was real. It was like you were able to see clearly now.

This was the moment everyone spoke of. The warmth of their partner touching them for the first time. The newfound wave of love exploding throughout both bodies.

“I can’t believe it.” His eyes wandered to your hands enclosing his, focusing on his birthday tattooed on your thumb. The word and numbers adorning it.

“Neither can I,” you replied, squeezing his hand gently.

“There are an infinite amount of soulmates you could have had...yet you got me.”

A small smile tugged your lips as you stroked the side of his face with your knuckle. “There may be infinite amounts but I wouldn’t dream of being theirs. I only want you, Izu.”

He stood up abruptly as he held his hand out. “Well Princess, are you ready to dance and dance?”

A laugh left your lips. The moment when you were both small as you made a promise to each other replayed through your head. You could have swore you imagined a smaller version of the both of you, dancing and running around the playground behind him. A sign that everything will be alright.

You placed your smaller hand in his, using him as leverage to stand up.

“I’m ready to dance and dance with you until the end of time, my Prince.”

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youarejesting · 4 years ago

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Wash out.2 (special)

Banners: @purpleskies1999 Pairings: Dolphintrainer!Taehyung x SharkDiver!Jin, Mer!Jimin x Reader, Scientist!Namjoon x MerKing!Jungkook, Mer!Yoongi x Mer!Hoseok. Words: 1k Genre: Mystery, Romance, Comedy, Drama, Fantasy, little bit of Action, Slice of life, Enemies2Lovers, Friends2lovers, Social media au, Fake Texts, Fake Subs.

Summary: Taehyung and his best friend Y/N are Dolphin trainers at Wash Out; Marine Wildlife and Theme Park. When the nerdy marine biologist and resident veterinarian Doctor Kim Namjoon goes missing; the two friends form a ragtag team with Taehyung's rival Seokjin and a…. Fish?

Namjoon swallowed the pills hoping he would be able to keep them down, they were a fast-acting anti-nausea medication. It wasn’t his fault, he just had trouble getting out on the ocean waves without feeling painfully seasick.

He placed his things inside the locker and everything else he needed was placed in the waterproof ziplock pouch attached to a lanyard around his neck. Before heading out to the dock, the group headed out and to the end of the bay where there were some sharp rocks that tended to catch sick and injured marine life. Between the rocks, the rock pools were quite deep, so it could be anything from a shark or a Jellyfish or a broken surfboard. But, they responded to the call as they always did, and they would care for the animal or just clean out the pools of debris.

The boat was in motion and as such was not causing Namjoon any stress, it was only when the boat stopped and was rocked gently by the waves would it stir in his stomach. He hoped they would never reach their destination, though the hope was short-lived as the boat slowed to a stop and the swaying felt more like churning. Namjoon, saving himself from heaving, jumped into the ocean and swam to the edge of the rock pools looking in, he began inspecting the creature. It was dark and he couldn't really see but, he soon noticed it was a human.

Grief consumed him, "It's a body," Namjoon reported seriously, "this poor young man had most likely drowned and was washed up during the high tide into the--"

It moved, that couldn't be, his eyes must be playing tricks on him, the man was now facing him, his features were delicate and his eyes seemed to watch and follow Namjoon's movements. Namjoon again passed it off as a trick of the eye and the reflection on the water, or even the froth of the waves, until the thing blinked. Hands reached in to grab the body and that's when he was smacked with something in the face, whatever it was, it was fierce and he felt as if he was going to blackout.

He had no strength to move under the water, but he was also intrigued by the two figures swimming towards him. The first took his left hand, his reddish hair glowing faintly as the sun broke the water and left small beams of light shining on the two gentlemen. The second smaller and blonde grabbed his right hand and they swam so fast. Namjoon was starting to feel like all the oxygen was being sucked out of his lungs but just as he felt himself seeing black he broke the surface.

Wherever he was it was night time, it was dark but there was a glow like a thousand stars on the walls, and the two men threw him out of the water and onto the ground and climbed out, this was the moment Namjoon noticed they had fishtails. "Mermaids" He muttered, receiving two glares. "You don't like that term, I am sorry?"

They stood up naked making Namjoon turn red, they wrapped themselves in silk that glistened like the sun on the waves. The redhead draped Namjoon's hands with a piece of similar fabric and he let out a, "oooh so soft..." at the cold watery feel as it touched his skin, before it tightened, binding his hands together. "Oh. I see."

There was a strange clicking and he turned to see the blonde returning his thin legs shaking as if he had just run a marathon and would collapse any second. More importantly and taking up his entire attention span was the clicking coming from two very large and deep blue crabs, They were the size of a miniature pony but twice as stocky, he came closer slowly and began patting the shell of the crustacean with a prominent grin on his face.

He was lifted onto the crab and he almost passed out, this creature was majestic and he was overjoyed with being this close and seeing such a gargantuan version. "You are big boy aren't you, you are so perfect, you are doing amazing"

The two who were leading and sharing a crab were sitting sideways and watching him patting the creature and speaking gibberish, they shared a look and rolled their eyes, heading through the place, there were lanterns filled with crystals that gave off a large green glow and the walls were covered with a blue bioluminescent slime, that seemed to come from snails that were traveling around the large cave painting the walls there houses glowing brightly lighting the whole place.

It was like a scene from a fantasy movie but all Namjoon could think of was studying each organism and creature and looking into their lifestyles. He knew there was so much to learn. He touched the wall and his fingers were covered in the thick glowing slime and he grinned and played with it slowly.

Namjoon was glad for his notebook and phone, as he would be able to document some of the creatures and sights he saw. He was going to take out his phone from the pouch, and snap some photos when the crabs stopped and he felt the fabric around his hands being pulled. Thanking the creature with a friendly grin he followed after them into an ornate room with big arches and intricate carvings in the crystal pillars that all glowed.

The room was round and directly across from the entrance was a small platform with a tall ornate throne, it seemed to be made of hard crystals but lavished with the soft silk fabric which made it seem quite comfortable.

Upon the seat was the most beautiful young man Namjoon had ever seen fabric wrapped delicately around his waist a little lower than Namjoon was comfortable with, it showed off the man’s deep adonis belt. His chest and arms were also muscular and Namjoon counted at least six elaborate necklaces and three armbands, the latter looking as if they would snap if he flexed his bicep. His hair was a little shaggy making his features look softer and more androgynous.

Namjoon was stopped and the men beside him began speaking, in their language, it was melodic, slow, and higher-pitched. Namjoon wondered if it was because they had to communicate underwater that the pitch was raised to cut through the water, he wondered if they had some sort of sonar in their bodies.

The young man on the throne listened to his subordinates, his eyes trailing over Namjoon’s form, making him feel nervous. Many people thought he was funny looking and dressed oddly, they thought his personality was dull and his hobbies and interests were too eclectic to be relatable. He was just waiting for the man on the throne to look at him with the same level of displeasure as others do when they first meet.

But it never happened instead the young man stood from his perch and walked towards him, stopping a few inches shorter than himself Namjoon smiled at him and held out his hand. The young man looked at Namjoon’s hand intrigued but waved him off and he was guided into another chamber and was made to sit in a room that he could only liken to a prison cell.

Namjoon had been there for what felt like half a day but according to his phone was only a few hours. The young man returned, handing him something wrapped in a leaf, Namjoon took it and frowned, it was seafood and he didn’t particularly like seafood especially since he had met so many nice sea creatures that day he couldn’t stomach it.

He handed it back shaking his head and the man frowned and tried to demonstrate eating it and handed it back. Namjoon tried he really did but the moment the raw fish touched his lips he vomited in the corner.

The man sighed placing down the leaf of food and rubbed Namjoon’s back in wonder, he looked at Namjoon’s build and tried removing his shirt making Namjoon blush but reluctantly removed his shirt.

“You all seem to trust skinship, so I will cooperate with your customs” He removed his shirt and dropped it to the floor beside him. The young man’s eyes were big and made him seem so innocent when he looked at Namjoon’s broad chest. He seemed to measure their builds making Namjoon chuckle. “Our builds are quite different, you all seem quite small and lithe for agility when swimming. If you think my shoulders are wide, you should see my best friend, he has very broad shoulders.”

The man in front of him adopted a deeper voice while scrunching his nose playfully. Namjoon rubbed the back of his head bashfully, he must stick out like a sore thumb, a big burly guy with a deep voice amongst these elegant lean creatures who were sweetly spoken.

He lowered his head in a greeting and said something and Namjoon lowered his head and repeated it making him laugh his face lighting up. This perhaps king was cheeky, he liked to play games, or at least this was the impression Namjoon got from him.

It was going to take a while for the two to communicate properly without understanding but the king hummed and kissed him on the lips surprising Namjoon. When the two finally pulled away from the kiss the young man laughed again and said. “I hope now you can understand me, my name is Jeon Jungkook, I am the King of the Merpeople”

“What!?”

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gabriel-agreste-has-no-rights · 4 years ago

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Rating: T

Summary: Dirt tastes like dirt. Chat Noir also happens to taste like dirt. (Marichat fic)

Word Count: 2037

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Dirt tasted like… well, dirt.

Marinette cackled at the sight of him with dirt spilling out of his mouth, but he wasn’t a coward. He swallowed the handful of soil he’d dug up with his claws. Hopefully Officer Raincomprix didn’t count that as destruction of city-owned property. The park grass would grow back eventually.

“See? Delicious. Full of minerals.” He grinned, flashing brown-stained teeth. Ouch, he was pretty sure that was a pebble stuck between his molars.

“More like full of stupid.” Marinette was still laughing.

“Come on, that wasn’t even a good joke!” Adrien protested while digging a claw between his teeth. Definitely a pebble. “You had the world full of dirt puns open to you, and you went with stupid?”

She rolled over onto her stomach, propping her chin up with her elbows.

“Oh yeah? Well what does a good dirt joke sound like?”

“I don’t know. My mind’s not dirty enough to go there.”

She blinked before her mouth fell open in a groan.

“Four out of ten. That was just terrible.”

“Don’t you mean terra-ble?” He licked his teeth before grinning again. The dirt honestly had been awful—and was still clogging his dry throat—but it was worth it to make Marinette laugh like that.

“Save me.” Her face flopped to the ground. Black hair parted on each side of her neck, falling in front of her cheeks and hiding her smile from him.

He brushed her bangs away so he could see her eyes, at least. “If you asked nicely, I mud put you out of your misery.”

She glared from the spaces between his fingers. “That only gets a two. I can’t tell if you were going for ‘would’ or ‘might.’”

He shrugged and reclined back on his palms. “I still don’t see you doing any better.”

“Maybe I’m just too down-to-earth to dirty my hands with your muddled sense of humor.”

His eyes widened. “Three puns in one? You’re the one playing dirty.” He’d have to give it a hesitant eight-point-five out of ten. The ‘muddled’ pun was a bit too forced for it to be an even nine.

“You’re just jealous, kitty.” She rolled over and rested her palms over her stomach, smirking up at him. “Admit it. I’m the funny one out of the two of us.”

“Only if you admit I’m the hot one.”

She laughed. “Okay, I guess that’s why you’re the funny one.”

He scowled. “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” she reached up to boop his nose, “that you can’t be the hot one when your teeth are black and brown.”

Hm. Okay, he could give her that. Fortunately, it had an easy fix.

“Chat—Chat! Put that down!” She sat bolt upright when he unscrewed the top of her water bottle.

“What? You’re done with your jog. I’ll buy you a new one.” He poured the water into his mouth, swishing it around his teeth. That stubborn pebble still wouldn’t move, but at least his throat didn’t feel like… well, like he’d swallowed dirt.

She crossed her arms. “That’s it. I’m changing my jogging route. And I’m not bringing pastries next time.”

She hadn’t brought pastries this time, either. That was what led from one joke to another, until he ended up with a mouthful of dirt.

“Oh, the horror! Will you consign me to a life of dirt-eating forever?” He dramatically raised his arm to his forehead. Through the one eye he left cracked, he watched her shake her head.

“Fine, drama queen. I’ll bring pastries. But only because I never want to see you do that again.” She snatched the water back as he laughed

“And here I thought eating dirt might make you dig me.” He wiggled his eyebrows, even though he was mortified inside. Had he given his crush away over a dirt pun?

But judging from Marinette’s deadpan stare, she didn’t notice. Either that or she just wasn’t impressed. ...Probably that, actually.

“If you’re trying to make me dig you, I would hope you had a better plan than that.”

Well. Plan was a generous word, but he had adjusted his patrol schedule to better line up with the end of her evening jogs. At first he justified it as wanting to keep her safe at night. But honestly, it was because he lived for these little moments, just being stupid together in the cool summer breeze. With the park’s bushes and trees filtering out the glow of the city, it felt almost like another world. A frozen bubble where he could do anything.

Maybe even tell Marinette how he felt about her.

“Would you… want me to have a plan?” He asked, nervousness suddenly shooting through him. He loved the easy friendship they had when he was suited up.

But he also just loved her.

Her gaze remained fixed towards the bushes, where headlights of passing cars just barely peeked through the dense leaves.

“Not really,” she finally said, and his stomach dropped.

He should’ve known not to get his hopes up. He’d just eaten dirt in front of her. Did he really think she’d say she liked him after that?

“I think I’d rather it be natural. Just… something that happened.”

Her eyes finally flickered back to his, and his heart sped like it was trying to catch up. His throat felt dry again, but he wasn’t about to ruin the moment by stealing her water.

“But you’d want it to happen?” He pressed carefully.

She pulled a blade of grass from the ground. Split it down the center with her thumbnail.

“What if it already did?”

He blinked. His heartbeat seemed to trip over itself.

“I’d think you were joking. Except you usually smirk when you’re joking, and right now you’re looking at me like…” He licked his lips when she glanced at them. “Like I’m dirt, and you’re going to eat me.”

He felt how stupid the words were as he said them, but they just kept spilling out. Where was the abort command for his mouth? He needed an emergency off switch. Or the snake miraculous. But he didn’t have either of those, and she was still staring at him, and crap, he would’ve been better off shoving another handful of dirt into his face.

“How the heck did I fall for you?” she asked under her breath.

“What?” Was she serious? He—he’d heard that right, hadn’t he? “You mean this whole time I’ve wanted to date you, and all I had to do was eat dirt?”

She met his eyes, and they simultaneously exploded into laughter. It shook his shoulders, filled his lungs, skyrocketed his heart.

How could this feel so easy? Everything clicked into place, like their friendship had always been leading this way. Maybe it had, and he’d just been too blind to see it.

“We’re so stupid,” she said when she caught her breath.

He grinned and wiped a tear from his eye. “Excuse you. I’m the stupid one in this relationship.”

“Oh yeah? Well then, which one am I?”

She didn’t even bat an eye at him insinuating—no, outright stating—that they were in a relationship. That was enough to spread a giddy smile across his face.

He shifted closer, so he was kneeling close enough for their knees to brush.

“You’re the smart one, and the funny one, and the one I love.”

He said it without flinching. Maybe he was coming on too strong, but if she still liked him after watching him eat dirt, one little confession probably wouldn’t change her mind.

A warm pink spread across her cheeks. Her hands found his, tangling their fingers together.

“Well you’re the brave one, and the and the sweet one, and the—the one I love.”

Her words shot through him like lightning. She thought he was sweet and brave. She—she loved him!

He threw his arms around her, a purr rumbling in his chest. She snuggled into the crook of his neck.

“Are you sure you want to cuddle?” She asked, her voice muffled by his shoulder. “I’m still sweaty. I probably stink.”

He let out a short laugh. He could smell the sweat clinging to her, but it was nothing compared to the softness of her filling his arms.

“Then we can be stinky, dirty idiots together.”

“Gross.” She pulled back enough to stick out her tongue. “I guess you can get away with that though.”

“Why? Because I’m used to being a stinky, dirty idiot?” He joked.

“No.” She almost kept a straight face, but a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “Because you’re the hot one.”

His skin heated in all the places they touched, even through the suit. If that’s what she meant by hot, then she was right.

“I thought we already established that you’re the hot one, Princess.”

She snorted at that. “Okay, I’ll give us a tie. Mostly because I’d rather kiss you than argue with you.”

“You—you’d want to kiss me?” he spluttered.

“Only if you want to!” she said quickly. “I mean, like I said, I am sweaty and I did just tell you I love you, so if it’s too fast—”

“Marinette,” he cut her off, his thumb coming up to rest against her cheek. “Of course I want to kiss you.”

She breathed out a sigh of relief. “Finally.”

Then she grabbed his bell and pulled his face to hers.

Oh. If cuddling with her was amazing, then this—this was spectacular. It took him a minute to remember what to do with his mouth, with his hands. Hers were tangling in his hair, so he figured that was enough permission to comb his claws through her pigtails.

He tilted his head, and her tongue slipped between his teeth. He might have teased her for moving so fast if he hadn’t been so busy returning the favor.

Somewhere along the way she slid into his lap, and any remaining brain cells went up in smoke. A blissful few minutes passed before her head jerked away.

“What?” He blinked away the pink haze that had overcome him. “Do I still taste like dirt?”

“No—well, yes, but that’s not important. I just felt something, and I, er, panicked and thought I knocked your tooth out.”

“You kissed me hard, but not that hard.” He laughed. “Though, if you wanted to try it…”

Her lips twisted, and then she spat something out into her palm. “What the heck?”

It was a pebble. He wiped his tongue across the top of his molar, and found it pleasantly pebbleless.

“You got it out.” He grinned.

“Oh my gosh. This was from the dirt, wasn’t it.”

He shrugged.

“Chat!”

“You’re the one who wanted to kiss me!” He laughed, holding up his arms to block the pebble she threw at him.

“You owe me another kiss. A dirt-free one this time.” She shoved her water bottle at him.

“Ah, how the turns have tabled.” He accepted the water and swished again before swallowing.

“You’re just lucky I like you,” she huffed, but her eyes still shone with affection. It warmed him from the inside out.

“Last I checked, you looooved me,” he couldn’t help teasing. She knew what she’d gotten into by returning his feelings.

She only have a halfhearted attempt at shoving his arm away before relaxing into his embrace. “I do. You could say I have terra-ble taste.”

“Hey, I already used that one. No points for originality, but I’ll give it a solid six on account of comedic timing.”

“Really? A six?” She pouted. “That was worth at least an eight.”

“I can be bribed to change my mind.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

She trailed her fingers up and down his arm. Not for the first time, he wished he could detransform. He’d bet her touch would feel even softer on his bare arms.

“Are you asking for more pastries, or more kisses?” She asked.

“Surprise me?”

She laughed once more against his lips.

XXX

By the time they parted, the remaining traces of dirt were finally gone.

All he could taste was her.

#marichat #marinette dupain cheng #ml #miraculous ladybug #chat noir #fic tag #tali writes #dirt au #dirt eating rights

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pappydaddy · 4 years ago

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Heather Part Two (j.m.)

A/N: Okay, so I have decided to start saying as little as possible in my A/Ns just to see if it brings in more interaction, if you guys want me to continue my ramblings, just shoot me a DM or something and I won’t stop them. This is a repost bc nobody saw this the first time?? Pls interact with this (preferably reblogging, but likes are good too!)

Anywho, this is the second part of Heather (my JJ imagine based on Heather by Conan Gray) and this is told from JJ’s perspective, I got this idea when I found this kinda parody/cover of the original song which will be linked below. I put some different scenes in this one too so it’s not just a retelling of my first part. Anyway, enjoy!!

Show/Movie: Outer Banks

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Warnings: Sad, angst, longing, negative thoughts about oneself (appearance, personality, etc), comparing to other people, jealousy, unspoken feelings

Might do a part three? I’ll probably do a part three.

Heather Cover by Zachary Tay

Part One | Part Two - You’re here!

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He didn’t technically see her when she arrived at the beach, but he still knew she was there before she wandered down the dunes. He couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder, trying to get a peek of her. There she was, her shoes swinging by her side, her hair blowing in the wind as she walked. She didn’t look towards the group of her friends, instead, she scanned the beach and JJ found himself missing her gorgeous eyes. He watched her, her eyes slowly drifting towards the fire JJ sat at. In a spilt second, their eyes connected and JJ wished he could stay in her gaze forever, but her eyes were ripped from his as she breezed past the group.

The girl under his arm laughed loudly, making him draw his eyes away from Y/N. He looked at the black-haired girl (Heather) donned in his sweater, clinging to him as she laughed at something John B had said. “What’s so funny,” JJ asked, trying to play off his absence. He didn’t really listen to John B’s recount. “Oh, must have had to heard it in the moment, I guess.” He mumbled, his eyes following Y/N as Jack, her co-worker from The Wreck ran towards her, a large smile on his face. He took in Y/N’s appearance, the sweater she wore was too big for her, it certainly wasn’t hers. It dawned on him like a lighting strike; it was Jack’s sweater. He felt a pang in his heart, remembering how she looked in his own sweater, the very sweater Heather wore right in that moment.

He remembered how good Y/N looked in his sweater and how often she wore it after he had given it to her. On Heather, it was just a piece of polyester fabric, but on Y/N, it was much more than just a sweater. The day she gave his sweater back to him was the day he concluded that she didn’t like him. He couldn’t imagine how he even thought she would like him, he’s not even good enough for his father and he could barely stand himself. How the hell would Y/N want him if he didn’t even want himself? He didn’t even understand how Heather liked him.

His eyes followed Jack as he ran off once again, obviously apologizing profusely to Y/N. Jack was everything JJ wasn’t: sweet, smart, hard-working, career driven, and loved. JJ wanted to hate Jack, but he couldn’t, he was too good of a person. He could see that Y/N and Jack would make a good couple, he could see why Y/N would have her gaze set on him. His dark hair, his tall stature, his boy-next-door smile - he was the complete package.

Setting his eyes on Y/N yet again, he saw her sit down on a piece of driftwood, staring out at the ocean as the waves lapped up towards her barefeet. He let himself imagine that the sweater she was wrapped up in was his. He often replayed the December night he gave his sweater to her in his head, imagining that he had actually done what he wanted - kissing her. He liked to live in that alternate story at night, laying in his bed. He sighed, glad he didn’t kiss her in the long-run, for he didn’t know who he liked more: Y/N or Heather. “JJ, you should tell Heather about that one time when John B was high off his ass when CPS came knocking on his door.” Kie laughed, capturing JJ’s attention from the girl sitting on the driftwood.

“Oh, uh, yeah, sure.” JJ laughed, remembering that day as he launched into his story. Though his eyes weren’t on her, Y/N still plagued his mind, having been there that day as well, skipping school to smoke with JJ and John B. He laughed as he retold the story, poking fun at John B, but leaving Y/n out of the story, not wanting to pull her into his fling with Heather, knowing there will be drama if he did.

Though he was immersed in the story he was telling, he still noticed Y/N standing and walking along the beach, leaving the party before it even started. The bleeding colours in the sky made her skin glow with pink and orange, making her look like the figure of beauty. As she walked away, JJ could have cried. He didn’t understand how he, the boy who wanted nothing to do with the messiness of love, ended up in this situation.

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The words Kie had told him earlier rattled in his brain like a single pill in a bottle. His mind played that moment back like a movie reel continuously playing. Once it ended, it restarted again. Like a painful torture device used to drive him to the brink of insanity.

“I don’t get why Y/N keeps avoiding us! We never see her anymore, not since Heather started hanging out with us,” JJ groaned, plunking himself down on the couch dramatically. He had asked Y/N earlier at school (after cornering her at her locker) if she wanted to have a movie night just like old times, but she had told him she was going to study for a big biology test she had. “Why does she even need to study anyway? She’s at the top of her biology class, only second to Pope, of course.” JJ threw in the last comment, pleasing his friend who sat beside him on the couch, a freshly popped bowl of popcorn in his lap.

“You guys do know why, right?” Kie asked, looking over her shoulder at them as she shifted through the DVD collection, the group deciding to go old school for the night. JJ shook his head while John B and Pope both nodded, making noises of understanding. JJ looked around, confusion clearly painted on his face.

“Y/N still likes JJ.” Pope commented, tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth, chewing it as if what he had just said was common knowledge.

“What?” JJ asked, panicked, glad that Heather was hanging out with some of her other friends tonight instead of being with them. If she had been here, he would have never be given this piece of information.

“You didn’t know?” John B asked, bewildered that JJ hadn’t picked up on anything.

“Obviously not-” JJ cried, his eyes wide.

“It was obvious, we all thought you had known by at least December third when you gave her your sweater, we thought that was you making your move on her finally.” Kie explained, shrugging.

JJ still couldn’t believe that. If only he had seen how much she liked him, maybe he wouldn’t be praying for his eyes to catch her’s every time she walked by him. Maybe he wouldn’t want to cry every time they broke eye contact. Maybe he wouldn’t have assumed she likes Jack. He groaned, flopping around in the spare bed at John B’s, staring up at the dark ceiling as moonlight casted the window’s shadow onto the white surface.

If he had known how much Y/N liked him that night, he wouldn’t be questioning who he liked more still. Maybe he didn’t like Heather at all. Now that he knew that Y/N likes him, he started to realize that maybe he didn’t truly like Heather, instead, only liking the idea of the distraction from the one he really liked. Though he realized this, he couldn’t do anything about it anytime soon. He had plans to eat lunch tomorrow with Heather and the group, he couldn’t break up with Heather at The Wreck.

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Y/N was working today. That was the whole reason they were eating at The Wreck, to see her. John B and Pope missed her, Kie was able to see her during the shifts they shared or during shift changes, but the boys hadn’t seen her. JJ and Heather stood on the deck, leaning against the railing and JJ was giving the performance of his life. He couldn’t have Heather thinking that something was going on with him (he still had no idea who he liked more) so he was trying to act as normal as possible around her despite the fact that a war raged in his mind.

He tried to keep his eyes on Heather as she talked adamantly. JJ nodded along, not really listening. Heather was beautiful and kind, but JJ grew bored easily. They had nothing in common. He was a surfer, she was from the city filled with concrete buildings and shopping malls. She just didn’t understand the joy in the little things. When JJ wanted to stargaze, she’d rather gaze at a TV screen. When JJ wanted to just sit on the beach and listen to the waves, she wanted to take pictures. When JJ just wanted to sit on his surfboard and let the waves roll under him, she didn’t want to ruin her make-up.

Her hand squeezed his as she asked him about the stores he shopped at. He, not wanting to ignore her, joined her one-sided conversation and explained his mode of gaining clothes. She listened for the most part, but listening wasn’t really Heather’s strong suit. She loved to talk, not that JJ minded, but he would also like to have a conversation without being interrupted with a completely different story. He shot a glance in through the door, seeing Y/N at a table, talking with the costumers. She nodded, a shining smile on her face. JJ loved talking with Y/N. She’d listen, she’d talk. He’d listen, he’d talk. It was a perfectly balanced conversation with Y/N.

He looked back down at Heather when she had asked him yet another question, but JJ wasn’t listening. “I’m sorry, what?” He asked, blinking. Heather giggled, thinking JJ was just a spacey type person who stared off in the distance, zoning out easily.

“I asked about your shark tooth necklace, I’ve always wanted one.” She told him, the hand, that wasn’t in his, reaching up to fiddle with the shark tooth. JJ looked down at it, smiling fondly.

“My friend made it for me with the shark tooth I found, I’ve never taken it off since they gave it to me.” He left out that it was Y/N who made it for him while she was going through her necklace making phase in middle school. She had made it too big originally, but it was okay since JJ grew since then.

“Oh, well, maybe I could wear it sometime,” Heather asked flirtatiously. JJ gulped, not knowing what to say. He didn’t want to give it to her, but he didn’t want to start a fight before they ate a meal with his friends in public. Instead of answering, he pressed his lips to her’s in a lingering, long kiss. Heather smiled, giggling against his lips. Pulling away from the kiss, JJ glanced at the parking lot to see if John B and Pope were there yet, but his eyes came up with nothing. Heather shivered as a strong wind blew by them. “I’m a little cold.”

JJ looked down at her, seeing that she didn’t have his sweater on. It was different, when Y/N had his sweater, she always wore it, or at least brought it, just in case she got cold. Heather didn’t bring it anywhere unless JJ asked about it. Wordlessly, JJ unlaced their fingers, dropping his arm around her shoulders, pulling her towards him. “I wonder if Y/N is cold? She doesn’t have a sweater on, only a t-shirt.” He thought, watching the parking lot out of the corner of his eye. He sighed, trying to clear his mind.

“Yo! Let’s get some grub! I’m starving,”John B cheered, piling out of the van with Pope who cheered in agreement. JJ pulled away a bit too quick to play it off as normal while John B and Pope jogged up the stairs, their sneakers slapping the wooden deck. They walked right into the restaurant, leaving Heather and JJ to follow them. The bell above the door dinged, making Y/N and Jack look up from what they were doing. JJ looked up, seeing Jack leaning across Y/N, his shoulder touching her torso ever so lightly as he cleaned up spilt water. “Hi, Y/N! Where is your section?” John B asked.

“Sorry, John B, I’ll have to take your table so she can get cleaned up, next time.” Jack told him, getting another dry towel to try and help her dry her clothes so she wasn’t dripping everywhere. JJ could sense John B’s disappointment, and he had to admit he was a little bit disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to hear Y/N’s sweet voice that he missed so much.

“Thanks, Jack,” John B nodded his chin in Jack’s direction. “Maybe we’ll talk before we leave, Y/N.” Y/N looked back up from her shirt at the mention of her name, nodding. Their eyes connected as Kie and Heather jumped into a conversation. Every time their eyes connected, it was such a relief to JJ it truly was a sight for sore eyes. Much to his disappointment, their eye contact was gone as fast as it came when Jack interrupted.

“That should be good, Y/N,” She looked from JJ’s eyes to meet Jack’s. The sight of her eyes connecting with Jack’s made JJ want to cry, missing that tiny connection that seemed to be the extent of their friendship these days. “You should go get changed, I’ll take these to the table for you, table four, right?” The group started to move, but JJ wanted to stay there, see if their eye would meet again before she disappeared to change, but he had to go with them. He was just out of earshot when she replied to Jack who carried the tray of drinks towards table four effortlessly.

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He knew he shouldn’t have done this at school. He was kicking himself as Heather weeped, her face in her hands. “I’m sorry, Heather,” He whispered, nervously looking at the crowd watching them. They were stood next to the side of the building, the crowd gathering in the parking lot. He had tried to do it privately, but he also wanted a clean cut. When he saw his sweater in Heather’s hand, he had known that today was the day. “It’s just not working out.” He tried to console her, his fist gripping the sweater he held now.

The group watching whispered, making JJ roll his eyes. Now he was going to be painted the villain, the heartless asshole who broke up with the girl in front of the whole school even though they just see her weeping and gasping, not the part where JJ was actually considerate for once. Normally, it was a harsh slap to his cheek and a few tears slipping past their eyes as they walked away, not full on sobs. Especially since they were only going out for three weeks - tops.

Heather looked up from her hands, letting her arms swing at her sides as she glared at JJ. Black streaks of makeup cascading down her cheeks. With a final, harsh glare at JJ, she ran off, the group of people parting to let her through. JJ watched her run, his shoulders deflating at his ruined chance of keeping the break-up private. His eyes landed on one of the pairs of people Heather parted in her haste to escape: Y/N and Jack. They stood side by side, Jack holding both their books in his hands, both their bookbag straps on his shoulders.

The group quickly dispersed, giving JJ a perfect view of them. He could see Jack say something to Y/N before she said something back, their eyes catching each other, once again making eye contact. JJ was so absorbed in her eyes that he didn’t notice the sympathetic smile she sent his way. It felt like forever as he stared into her eyes, her just staring back. He wanted her to stay, he wanted to stay, but he couldn’t just break-up with Heather and then turn around, rush towards Y/N, sweep her off her feet and profess his love for her - then he would be an asshole.

“Come on, Y/N, let’s go. We can’t be late for our shift.” JJ heard Jack tell her, forcing her to break away from JJ’s eyes. He felt tears prick his eyes at the loss of their moment. His eyes never left her, once again hoping for their eyes to connect again, even though he had to watch her eyes connect with Jack’s which caused his heart to throb painfully. Watching her turn and walk towards Jack’s pick-up truck was the sight that made him want to die, then the pain in his heart would stop - right? The picture of her sitting in his passanger seat didn’t sit right with JJ. The thump of Jack tossing their books and bags in the bed of his truck made JJ flinch, but he still never took his eyes off Y/N, not even when Jack slipped onto the bench seat beside her, starting his truck and slamming his door.

His pleas were answered when Y/N turned to gaze out the window, their eyes connecting once again in a fleeting moment before Jack slowly pulled out of the spot, exiting the nearly empty parking lot. JJ watched the truck as it drove down the road, waiting until it was out of his sight before he moved. He found out who he liked more. It was Y/N. It was always Y/N.

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wisdom-walks-alone · 4 years ago

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we’ve got mistletoe and firelight

a christmas fic for my friend @queerbutstillhere! this was originally for the @damijonsecretsanta but i didn’t finish it in time fhnusihf sorry it’s a bit late korey but you know me DHFUSHYFSL

read it on ao3 The first Christmas was spent in Hamilton County, at Jon and his family’s house. It was snowing. Jon was just about to lose hope for a white Christmas, but mother nature seemed to pull through.

There was excitement in the air, as there always was during this time of year, and Jon was watching as the snow fell lazily outside the window.

"Down, boy," his mom chided, chuckling and putting a hand on his back as he realized he was hovering.

"Sorry, Mom." Jon lowered himself back onto the couch, a sheepish smile on his face.

Mom shook her head, smiling herself. "It's fine, Jon. You know powers are fine in the house, I just don't want you getting in the habit of using them without realizing."

"I know, Mom, I'll be careful," Jon assured her. She ruffled his hair, was met with his protests, then disappeared back into the kitchen to check on dinner.

Just then, Dad walked out of the kitchen, a steaming mug in each hand. He handed the one piled high with whipped cream to Jon, who thanked him avidly. "I would say it's hot and to be careful, but I'm not sure that really matters anymore," Dad commented, and Jon took a tentative sip of his hot chocolate to test it.

It felt fine to him, so he shrugged. "Don't think so. Tastes good, though."

Dad smiled. "You got a little something on your lip there." He pointed and Jon went cross-eyed for a second, then licked the whipped cream off his lips. "You're a bit too young to be shaving, still."

Jon rolled his eyes. "Daaad, you're not nearly as funny as you think you are sometimes."

"It's Christmas, Jon, humor me."

Jon stuck his tongue out and took another sip of hot chocolate.

When the doorbell rang, Jon was the first one up, at the door in a split second, mug left forgotten on the coffee table. “Damian!”

Damian stood in the door, wearing a long coat and a nice shirt and tie, contrasting Jon and his family’s matching sweaters. His dad stood behind him, dressed similarly.

It was a little surreal to have Batman over for Christmas Eve dinner, but then Jon was starting to get used to surreal.

“Bruce, Damian, thank you for joining us!” Jon’s dad came up behind him, placing a hand on Jon’s shoulder.

“Thank you for having us, Clark,” Mr. Wayne replied, stepping inside and reaching to shake his hand.

“Hello, Corncob.” Damian brushed snow off of his shoulder before shrugging his coat off, handing it to his father when he held out a hand for it.

“You can hang those right here.” Dad gestured to the coat rack. “Dinner’s almost ready. And Lois made pie!”

“Can’t wait. It’s been too long since I’ve had Lois’s pie,” Mr. Wayne said.

“Me, too,” Dad agreed.

“Mom made pie last week,” Jon commented, looking at his dad quizzically.

“Exactly,” Dad replied solemnly.

Damian shakes his head. “Tt.”

Dinner went by without much fanfare. And Mom's pie was delicious, as always. Dad had three slices and Damian's dad had two. Luckily, Mom had thought ahead and made two pies. Always one for preparedness.

Once they were all full and done, Damian wiped his mouth and stood. "Now that dinner is finished, I believe it is time for the main event…" He paused, looking around at all of them. Drama queen. "Presents."

"Yes!" Jon leapt out of his seat and made a beeline for the tree.

"Just one, Jon!" Mom called after him. "It's only Christmas Eve!"

Damian met him by the tree, picking up a box that Jon knew wasn't there before. "Here, open mine."

Jon took the box slowly, looking at Damian. "Really? For me?"

Damian scoffed and turned away. "Yes, Jonathan, for you. Who else would it be for?"

Jon smiled widely. "So we are friends,” he said, smile turning devilish.

“Tt. Don't push your luck.”

“You loooove me,” Jon taunted, floating over Damian’s head. “Can’t get enough of me!”

“Just open your present, Hayseed.”

Jon laughed, landing cross-legged on the floor. He started tearing open the wrapping paper, eyes widening when he saw what was inside.

"Monk-E-Monsters! I've wanted this game for months! How did you know?"

Damian shrugged, a knowing smirk on his face. "I'm Robin," he said simply.

"But I thought it was all sold out until after the Christmas season," Jon remembered, looking at him quizzically.

Damian shrugged again. "I'm also Damian Wayne. I pulled a few strings."

Jon grinned and threw himself at his friend (they were friends, whether Damian liked it or not). "Thanks, Damian."

Damian froze for a second, then relaxed. "Of course," he replied, patting Jon on the back. "Merry Christmas, Jon."

Wayne Manor was always cold this time of year. It was an unbelievably old house, and unbelievably big. But gathered in one of the smaller living rooms by a roaring fireplace, it wasn't so bad.

Decorations covered so many of the rooms that Jon would have thought it impossible if he didn’t know who lived here. Even then, the bats must have really had to pull together for something like this—probably all under Alfred’s watchful eye, of course.

A good amount of the caped community was here for one big Christmas party. Jon and Damian's dads were talking with some other members of the League. Dick and his friends were testing how many ornaments he could juggle before dropping one. From his vantage point, Jon guessed they were up to eight or so. He could see some more of Batman's allies in the hallway, Kate and Duke sitting on the stairs chatting, Harper, Cass, and Steph giggling over something on their phones. Conner was hanging out with Tim and the rest of their Titans team, while Jon and Damian sat on the couch with their own Titans playing Super Smash Bros.

"Again?" Gar whined, throwing his hands up.

"Man, you gotta let someone else win every once in a while," Wally added, already resigned. He and Gar sat on the floor, Damian on the couch with Emiko on one side and Jon on the other. Raven sat on Jon's other side, her controller floating in front of her, most of her attention taken up by her drink and her book.

Damian shrugged. "Emiko wins sometimes. So does Raven, when she's paying attention."

"We mean you should let one of us win for once!" Gar wailed.

"You'd win if you were good at the game."

"You little sh—"

"Hey, hey, hey." Jon put a hand on Gar's shoulder to keep him from lunging at Damian. "We are not having a brawl on Christmas."

"But it would be so entertaining," Emiko said disappointedly.

"He is kinda right, though," Raven piped up, not taking her eyes off of her book. "Just get better at the game and maybe you'll win."

"Et tu, RaeRae?" Gar looked up at her, looking like a sad puppy. Literally. He had turned into a little green puppy and was staring up at her pathetically.

Raven wasn't even phased, just turned a page in her book. Jon snorted.

Gar turned back, but the pout remained.

Just then, somebody wolf whistled, and everyone in the room turned to the culprit: Tim. And once everybody saw who it was, they followed his line of sight, right over to Jon and Damian. Jon suddenly felt very vulnerable, which was ironic in of itself, shrinking in on himself a bit while he tried to figure out why everybody was staring at him.

"Hey, Rob." Gar grinned toothily, staring at the space above their heads. Damian's face turned beet red, and Jon looked up to see Kon floating over them, dangling what was unmistakably mistletoe over their heads.

Damian crossed his arms haughtily, pulling a leg closer to his body, clearly trying to downplay his embarrassment. "Tt. As if anyone would partake in your childish holiday games."

Jon couldn't help but laugh. He leaned over, pressing a quick peck to Damian's cheek. "Merry Christmas, Damian." Somehow, Damian's face had managed to turn a deeper shade of red, and he looked away as he pulled his other leg onto the couch.

"Tt. Whatever." Then, when the room had once again filled with chatter and they were about to start another round of Smash, Jon heard Damian mutter a quiet, "Merry Christmas, Jon."

Their first Christmas in their new apartment wasn't looking too shabby, if you asked Jon. He was quite satisfied with the way everything was decorated, by the lights laid out on the TV stand, the tree in the corner letting off a soft glow. Of course, Damian was a perfectionist, so obviously everything would look perfect.

Damian walked out of the kitchen with a mug of hot chocolate, sweater sleeves pulled over his hands, and plopped on the couch next to Jon. He pulled the blanket over his bare legs and tucked himself under Jon’s arm, turning his attention to the Hallmark movie Jon had put on. Jon still didn’t understand the point of wearing shorts with a sweater, and when asked, Damian would just shrug.

He leaned his head on Damian’s, nursing his own mug of hot chocolate. “This is nice,” he said, squeezing Damian a bit tighter.

“Arguable. This movie is maybe mediocre at best,” Daman replied, a smirk audible in his voice.

Jon rolled his eyes. “I don’t mean the movie and you know it.” Damian snorted. “I mean this. You. Me. Us. It’s nice.”

“You’re such a sap,” Damian said, turning his face further into Jon’s chest. “But I agree with the sentiment. I must admit, this is nice.” He played idly with the hem of Jon’s shirt, and Jon pressed a kiss to his head as the movie continued to play.

As the credits rolled, Jon stood up, earning him a whine, with grabby hands following after him as Damian flopped the rest of the way onto the couch. Jon chuckled, walking over to the tree and picking up a small box. He brought it back over to the couch, and Damian’s eyebrows scrunched. “It’s only Christmas Eve,” he pointed out.

“Yeah,” Jon agreed, “but I think you deserve to open one tonight. I hope you like it.” He smiled, holding the box out to his boyfriend.

Damian took the box gingerly, undoing the ribbon carefully and lifting the lid. He pulled out a silver charm bracelet, laying it out on his palm so that he could look at the charms. They were small, nothing fancy, just disks with their initials and a pair of green and blue jewels. “Like I said before, you’re a sap,” Damian told him, but he was smiling. “I love it, thank you.”

He pulled Jon in for a kiss, hand on the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. When they pulled away, Jon gestured to the bracelet, and Damian held out his hand as Jon did the clasp.

Damian smiled. “It’s beautiful. Thank you again.”

“You’re welcome,” Jon said, taking his hands. “Merry Christmas, Damian.”

“Merry Christmas, Jon.”

Damian's never been one for mornings. So when sunlight spills in through the window, all he does is roll over and push his face into the pillow. It smells like lemon scented shampoo.

The bed dips behind him, and strong arms wrap around his waist, pulling him close to a warm body. Damian relaxes into it.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Jon mumbles into his skin, nuzzling into his neck.

Damian pulls Jon’s arms tighter around him, and he feels Jon press a kiss into his shoulder. “Morning, love,” he replies drowsily, his voice still thick with sleep. He twists and rolls over in Jon’s arms to face him, reaching up to brush a lock of hair from Jon’s face. Jon hums, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Daddy! Baba!” a little voice screeches from down the hallway. “Santa was here, Santa was here! Wake up, wake up, Santa was here!”

Damian groans, turning his face back into the pillows. Jon just chuckles. “Your son is calling.”

“Before 8 AM, he’s your son.”

“Was that a Lion King reference? Color me impressed.”

“Ari! Ari, Santa came!”

Damian sits up at that, Jon’s arms falling to his lap. “Sebastian Phillip Wayne-Kent, do not wake your sister up this early in the morning!”

Jon sits up next to him and drags a hand down his face. “It’s too late, she’s awake.”

An excited shriek sounds from Aria’s bedroom, and Damian sighs into his hands. “You heard her, Hayseed. I’m going back to sleep.”

“You can’t go back to sleep, you have to see what Santa brought you,” Jon teases. Damian flops back onto the bed.

“Nope, it’s too early for this, goodnight.”

Too quick for him to process, Damian is standing in Aria’s room, the excited and very awake toddler standing up in her crib, jumping and bouncing. “That’s cheating!” he calls out the door. Jon just cackles from down the hall.

“Ba!” Aria smacks him on the chest.

“Alright, alright, let’s go, you little terror. Santa came last night.” Damian lifts her out of the crib and settles her on his hip, making his way downstairs, the smell of pancakes, eggs, toast, and coffee flooding his nose. Of course Jon already made breakfast. He continues to the living room, where Jon is just barely managing to restrain Bash from opening anything too soon.

When he sees Damian he finally lets go, and Bash zooms over to the tree, floating around as he looks for which gifts are for him. Seeing Bash’s excitement and wanting to follow suit, Aria wriggles free from Damian’s arms and Jon has to use his superspeed to catch her before she hits the floor.

Damian sighs and drops onto the couch beside Jon, watching Aria toddle after Bash, trying to keep up.

“Look, Ari, this one’s for you!” Bash holds out a large box that’s almost as big as Aria. Damian knows there’s a doll in that one.

“Yay!” Aria sits down on the floor with it and starts ripping it open, and Bash finds one to tear open for himself.

“Hey.” Jon gets his attention and holds out a small box, a dopey smile on his face. Damian takes the box gingerly, taking off the lid. It’s a new ID tag clip for his scrubs, with a rubber cartoon cat. He laughs.

“Thank you, habibi, it’s perfect.” Jon clears his throat and glances up for a second, and Damian follows his gaze to where Jon is dangling a piece of mistletoe above their heads. Jon looks at him expectantly, and Damian laughs as he leans in.

“Eeewww,” Bash cuts in, making a disgusted face at them.

“Eeww!” Aria echoes happily, scrunching her nose in an attempt to copy her brother.

Jon rests their foreheads together as they laugh. He looks up at Damian through his lashes and says, “Merry Christmas, Damian.”

Damian smiles. “Merry Christmas, Jon.”

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betweenthetimeandsound · 3 years ago

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Three Minutes to Eternity: My ESC 250 (#130-121)

#130: Franco Battiato and Alice -- I Treni di Tozeur (Italy 1984)

“In una vecchia miniera, distese di sale E un ricordo di me, come un incantesimo”

“In an old empty mine, the salt extends And I seem to remember it, like a dream”

Franco Battiato was one of Italy's greatest songwriters, known for his complex songs in a mix of genres. Unfortunately, I haven't listened to most of his discography, but I do know of "Per Elisa", the song he wrote for Alice which won Sanremo 1981 (coincidentially, the first year Italy withdrew from Eurovision, welp). It's thoughtful and its incorporation of Fur Elise is well-done with its synthesizers.

In comparison, I treni di Tozeur is not a song readily caught by first listening, and that’s why it’s not my favorite of its year. This doesn’t mean it’s not a good song, though—it's sounds eerily futuristic even for the synth-based 1980s, and actually timeless. The lyrics seem ambivalent, but I think there’s some philosophical bent towards them. One of the commentaries talk about the train to Tozeur being built in the early twentieth century to satisfy the whims of the King of Tunisia, at a huge cost. Maybe there's some social commentary sneaking in there.

The performance was good, but it seems like Alice had a bit more control of her voice. She did so with style, and I actually liked her outfit.

In addition, the opera singers at the end were the cherry of the cake. A mix of classical and modern, indeed, which earned itself classic status.

Personal ranking: 2nd/19 Actual ranking: =5th/19 (with Belgium) in Luxembourg

#129: Linda Martin -- Terminal 3 (Ireland 1984)

“Staring into a space, searching through every face He's been away too long now, he must have changed”

I feel like there are two types of people in terms of 1984--those who have Alice and Batiatto (#130) as their favorite, and those who have Linda Martin as theirs. As shown by how close they are on my list, I love both, but Linda Martin just eeks it out.

The storytelling aspect of the song is very strong, as Linda waits for her lover to come from an international flight. Ironically, it can't be from Dublin, as no Irish airport has a third terminal. Maybe it's from London's she's waiting for her love? Or the flight is coming to the United States, rather than from it? Mysteries indeed.

(Now my life goal is to be at Terminal 3 at 10:30; one of David Tao's most famous songs is 飞机场的10:30--Airport at 10:30, which deals with the same topic)

The New Wave instrumentation and orchestration add up to the drama too--the brass grabs me from the first beats, and the strings and rock influences remain as the song goes on. It's kind of hard to believe Johnny Logan was behind this, especially considering he's better known for his ballads. If she had to win one Eurovision, Terminal 3 had to be the one.

Personal ranking: 1st/19 Actual ranking: 2nd/19 in Luxembourg

#128: Halla Margrét - Hægt og hljótt (Iceland 1987)

"Kvöldið hefur flogið alltof fljótt Fyrir utan gluggann komin nótt Kertin er’ að brenna upp Glösin orðin miklu meir’en tóm"

"The evening has fled all too fast Outside the window night has come The candles are burning low The glasses have become much more than empty"

As their debut entry was fun and "in-your"face", Iceland’s second entry has an afterparty feeling, but I've heard some comparisons to being a Christmas song. It doesn't sound like it to me, but it's still really serene and beautiful, as if the snow was falling outside (not unlike #213 on this list).

The lyrics are quite gentle and pretty, painting a dainty picture. However, they also contain enough melancholy to add a tinge of darkness to the scene, which is why I don't think it would work as a Christmas song. Halla’s vocals are very pure, and adds enough delicacy to the composition. The piano and orchestration also helps.

What stands out more is the funny notes related to Hægt og hljótt--one refers to the last line of their chorus, which is bufflaxed to "anus in the air" in English, another mentions how Halla's dress is see-through against the white piano, almost as if she was a ghost. Very strange, especially the latter as the lyrics focuses on the upcoming dawn. Or it would make a good fan-fiction, come to think of it.

Personal ranking: 3rd/22 Actual ranking: 16th/22 in Brussels

#127: Raphael -- Yo soy aquél (Spain 1966)

“Yo soy aquél, Que por tenerte da la vida, Yo soy aquél, Que estando lejos, no te olvida,

“I'm that one, Who gives his life to have you I'm that one Who's far away and doesn't forget you”

When I first did this sorter, Yo soy aquel ended up close to being in my top 50. It was a surprise, because despite being one of my favorite songs from Spain, I didn't think about as much in terms of great songs, even though it's a beautiful song.

The opening bars to this song are filled with drama, which gives way to Raphael’s crooning for the one he loves. The lyrics are a bit repetitive, sure, but they still work in how Raphael wants his love to know he will be there. I particularly love the way the song builds, which, combined with his singing, creates a brooding atmosphere. The explosion in the chorus is really effective, which the orchestra compliments and actually amplifies. You could actually feel his passion thanks to those strings.

1966 was an incredible year (especially for a black-and-white contest), and if I could switch one of Spain's wins, I would drop La La La for this in one second (even though there's another song from this year on my top 250). Massiel doesn't hold a candle to Raphael.

Personal ranking: 2nd/18 Actual ranking: =7th/18 (with Yugoslavia) in Luxembourg

#126: Liam Reilly -- Somewhere in Europe (Ireland 1990)

“We should be together, and maybe we just might If you could only meet me somewhere in Europe tonight”

For my European friends, I wish for this lyric to come true! I am sadly ill-traveled, haha.

When I started to consider this top 250, I thought "Somewhere in Europe" would be song #250, because it was pleasant and pretty, but wouldn't trouble the rest of the list. When I was re-arranging the list, this was one of the songs which got a great boost, and now it sits just outside of the top half of this list!

As for this song, I like it a lot. It not only a pretty little ditty, but it also takes the theme of unity and takes one on an adventure. Because of the piano-based instrumental, I keep thinking that it's like a Billy Joel song, as it's quite homebrewed. While I don’t think this would’ve made a better winner than Insieme (or White and Black Blues, for that matter--France winning would bring some new energy to the contest), Liam Reilly proved he was a talented songwriter, and it shines with the orchestration too.

As a result, I keep thinking that it would be a good New Year's Eve song--it's nostalgic yet calming, and seeks out a better future. Unfortunately, Liam Reilly died on New Year's Day this year, which makes it a bit sadder. RIP.

Personal ranking: 8th/22 Actual ranking: =2nd/22 (with France) in Zagreb

#125: Rita -- Shara Bachravot (Israel 1990)

לבוקר הזה יש טעם של חופש זר כמו של מוות או ברכה כי הלכתי ממך”

“This morning, Has the taste of strange freedom Like of death or a blessing Because I went away from you”

(I actually heard of Rita before stumbling on her Eurovision entry--one song I really like is Idan Raichel's Mechake (Waiting), and I searched the web. One of the results was Rita's version of his composition, which compared to Raichel's, is a bit more produced. Still great!)

1990 focuses on freedom in many ways, especially because of the Berlin Wall falling and the end of communism. Shara Barkhovot also talks about freedom, but does so in another way.

It’s basically a tale of a relationship ending, with a woman leaving her partner in the morning. It’s frequently interpreted as running away from abuse, and the imagery involved does a good job in conveying that feeling.

It’s dramatic and passionate, with Rita “emoting” the song rather than merely performing it. Unfortunately, it does go off the rails later on, with her vocals losing out at points. I still like how she played with the microphone stand, though!

Personal ranking: 7th/22 Actual ranking: 18th/22 in Zagreb

#124: Helena Paparizou -- My Number One (Greece 2005)

“You're my lover Undercover You're my sacred passion and I have no other.”

Helena Paparizou was one of those artists that I knew that participated in Eurovision, but didn’t listen to her song until much later. I found out about her with the song “Heroes”, which I played a lot when I was younger (about 11-13 years old), and didn’t think about her in the contest, other than she won and she received a wide ovation when she returned to Greece.

My Number One is all kinds of fun, from the ethnic instrumental to the sometimes silly lyrics. I also love the performance featuring Helena playing a human lyre, which is a definite highlight! A fun and energetic bop (the last of a holy trinity of ethno-influenced dance winners during this time), now I’m a happy fan of hers (I really listened to Kati Skoteino a lot since 2018, for example. Plus her Mambo interval the following year is fantastic.)

On whether this or "Die For You" was the better song, it's hard to tell, especially on how close they are on this list. Whereas 2001 was the weaker year and Die for You had to win it, My Number One was in a stronger year and held its own. And yet it's not my favorite...

Personal ranking: 2nd/39 Actual ranking: 1st/24 GF in Kyiv

#123: Vanilla Ninja -- Cool Vibes (Switzerland 2005)

“Don't want you to come so close to me Don't need you to blow my fantasy But I know that you are livin' far beyond those lies I can see the danger rise in your eyes...”

From my last place in 2004 to my favorite in 2005, what a glow up from Switzerland! Though to be honest, I have a hard time determining why this song in particular is my favorite of its year. I did come in knowing that Switzerland was the only one of the original seven to not win in my timeline, so that may have impacted my thinking.

Cool Vibes a dark rock song, with occasionally dramatic lyrics (though then again, emo rock was getting popular during that time), but an intriguing musical atmosphere. Despite 2005 being known as the "ethno-bop year", there were a number of interesting rock songs (e.g. In My Dreams), and this holds up by its sheer seriousness, versus the occasionally silly vibe of those others.

And with that string motif, it does sound like a song that needs an orchestra to realize its full potential. There's a lot of hidden angst throughout the song, and the multiple key changes actually helps here.

Personal ranking: 1st/39 Actual ranking: 8th/24 GF in Kyiv

Final Impressions on Switzerland: Not one of my favorite countries in the contest, unfortunately. I find most of their entries to be quite non-descript, with some of them being very bad. That said, they do have a number of gems on here, and some great ones that just missed out (Moi, tout simplement; Io senza te; She Got Me especially). And with the track they are now, they could actually win in the next few years. Hopefully with a French-language song. :)

#122: Tanja Ribič - Zbudi se (Slovenia 1997)

“Zbudi se, dobri princ Rada bi ti dala vse Svoje sanje in mladost Da ne bom iz pravljice”

“Wake up, good prince I would like to give you all My dreams and my youth Break the spell of the fairy tale”

Sometimes I forget I love this song. As 1997 is one of the strongest years (if not the strongest year song-wise), there are so many good ones one can't remember all of them. Zbudi se a bit dark and fits in very well with the rest of the 1990s with its mythical character (and might be the first Balkan ballad proper), but Tanja does it so well. And she would later be more known for her acting!

When I do listen to it, it just takes me away. It’s a dark fairytale, with beautiful lyrics and an intriguing atmosphere. The narrator longs for her loved one, filled with magical imagery and dreaminess. I also appreciate the transition between the lyrics and the chorus, which can be very hard to do! And of course, the orchestration, including the harp parts in particular, create a fantastic soundscape.

Personal ranking: 8th/25 Actual ranking: 10th/25 in Dublin

#121: Lúcia Moniz - O meu coração não tem cor (Portugal 1996)

“Dança-se o samba, a marrabenta também, Chora-se o fado, rola-se a coladeira.”

“We dance the samba, the marrabenta too, We weep the fado, and roll the coladeira”

Curiously, for a song which was one twelve away from a top-three finish, O meu coração não tem cor seems a bit less known within Portugal. It even didn't get a studio release, and Lucia is better known for being the love interest in Love Actually. And yet it's still a fan-favorite within Eurovision.

The lyrics call out to everyone in the Portuguese diaspora (or the Lusosphere in general), and welcomes them to engage in their cultural traditions. We have fruit and dance and crying and laughter all at once. All kinds of fun, except when the clips grayscale and I keep thinking of those "in memoriam" scenes.

And it managed impress in another way; it came in 18th in the audio-only pre-qualifer which only appeared in 1996. Thanks to the brazen and fun orchestration, along with Lucia's very sweet voice, it was lifted up in the final to a solid sixth place! Very well-deserved.

Personal ranking: 5th/23 Actual ranking: 6th/23 in Oslo

#eurovision song contest #eurovision #esc top 250 #esc 250 #esc italy #esc ireland #esc iceland #esc israel #esc greece #esc switzerland #esc slovenia #esc portugal #vintage eurovision #three minutes to eternity

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sluttyten · 5 years ago

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Love Me

Poly Orgy Series: Part 4

Poly Series Chapter Index

summary: it’s been a month since where you left things in your polyamorous relationship with the boys, and you’re trying to get over them, but how can you do that when they want so badly to be loved by you?

words: 10,555

tags: angst, fluff, smut, semi public sex

Breaking up with the boys had been one of the hardest decisions you’d made in a long, long while. You loved them completely, truly, and deeply. Losing them, as cheesy and dramatic as it was to say it, was like reaching into your chest and tearing your own heart out.

It fucking hurt.

As your friends comforted you over what they knew to be a breakup with your boyfriend, they told you that it hurt now but it would get better, but really you mourned the loss of more than just a boyfriend. More than the loss of twelve boyfriends, even.

You were mourning the friendships, the sex, the romance. Every last amazing experience you had shared with your boyfriends.

The morning after you sent the text you’d been afraid to check your phone which you’d powered off right after you sent the message. How could you face the responses? You didn’t want to see them, so you didn’t look, not really. You swiped them away, deleting the messages and voicemails without paying any attention to the messages.

It hurt when you saw something and the first thing you thought of was sending a picture of it to Lucas, or when you wanted to send a joke to Ten because you knew he’d think it was funny. When you finished watching a drama that Jaehyun had recommended, you just wanted to talk to him about it.

But you couldn’t do any of that.

Then, you also missed the sex, the niceness of having another person holding you and touching you, warm hands and lips and skin against yours. You missed the way that Johnny would hold you in his arms and laugh with you and the way he didn’t shy away from trying out a new kink. You missed Jungwoo’s tenderness giving away to brutal passion, and the eager way that Mark would grab you when you walked through the door of the dorm, hurrying you off to his room so you could squeeze in a quicky before the others realized you’d arrived.

And the romantic, tender moments were what you longed for on those lonely nights afterward when the only help you had in warming your bed was Miso, and your small cat wasn’t nearly as great of a cuddler as Kun or Taeyong. Sure, he would sit with you on the sofa to watch movies, but not like WinWin. Miso couldn’t take you out on dates and show you new music he liked and wanted to cover like Doyoung would. Miso couldn’t cook you dinner and sing sweetly to you to make you laugh when you were feeling down like Taeil.

You considered seeking those things elsewhere. After all, your friends kept repeating the common saying, “The best way to get over someone is to get under someone new.”

And it was certainly tempting because who likes waking up alone?

Being awake at 4 o’clock in the morning is only okay when you’re still awake, not when you are just at that moment awaking to an alarm while it’s still pitch black outside. It’s especially not okay when it means that you have to drag your tired, aching body out of bed, put on clothes, and be awake. At. Four. God. Damn. O’clock. In. The. Morning.

With a hangover.

You could scream.

You slap at your phone until the alarm shuts off and then you roll over, sit up, and kick your feet out from under the covers.

“Where are you going?” asks the voice from beside you in bed.

As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you can barely make out the shape of him against your sheets as he curls his arms around his pillow, snuggling in deeper. When your phone lights up with a new email, the faint glow of it provides you enough light to be able to see more.

His honey-colored hair remains tousled from when you’d run your fingers through it the night before. His lips are curved in a slight smile. You’re not even sure he’s actually awake, he might still think he’s dreaming.

“I have to go to work.” You whisper.

He groans and reaches across to curl his arm around your waist. “Work can wait, right? What time is it?” You watch his eyes crack open just a little bit, and he searches out the clock on your bedside table. He groans. “Another hour in bed?”

You could let him tug you back in, let his lips draw close, waste another hour in bed like he suggested. But you have this new job, it’s barely been a month, and you can’t risk blowing off work or showing up late just because you were tempted into staying in bed.

And also you’re trying to keep your distance, to keep the cold space between you that keeps this as fuckbuddies and nothing more, which is hard to do.

It’s been a month, and you’re weak for companionship.

You’d tried to take your friends’ advice, really. You’d done the hook up apps, but no one caught your eye. You’d even gone out to a few bars, but again, there was no one who you even wanted to make out with.

And then, like a godsend, he arrived.

When Yuta showed up on your doorstep three weeks after the breakup, drunk and sopping wet, you couldn’t send him back out into the world. You let him in, and maybe you’d had a bit to drink too, and that led to the two of you falling into bed together.

“You can’t tell any of them, Yuta. I’m fucking serious.” You’d told him the morning after.

“And here I thought you were fucking me.” He’d grinned and kissed you on the lips before climbing from your bed and leaving.

Since that night, it’s happened a few more times.

Yuta shows up, you have hot messy sex, he sleeps over and cuddles and tries to make your cat love him. It’s hard to not fall into old habits. If it’s just sex and nothing more, if you shut off that part of you that is in love with Yuta, then it’ll be fine.

So you can’t let yourself fall back into bed to waste away this morning no matter how much you really want to.

Just last night you let him inside again when he showed up on your doorstep. You were already halfway through a bottle of wine, and together, the two of you finished it and started another before Yuta pulled your mouth to his and started the real seduction of you on the sofa. Not that it took much to get you under his spell: his lips, the taste of the wine lingering on the back of your tongue, his hands pulling you into his lap, his hands moving to your breasts over your shirt.

And even now, you know it won’t take much to be seduced by him again. Yuta’s fingers move lightly on your skin, slowly, tantalizing. You so desperately want to sink back into the sheets with him, the nice comfort and warmth, and again into the sweetness of dreams.

But you’ve got bills to pay and stuff like that calling you reluctantly from your bed and out into the world.

“I can’t.” You pull his hand away from your waist and you stand up, moving around the room to choose your clothes for the day before you shut yourself in the bathroom to get ready.

Yuta’s asleep again by the time you reemerge, and you know he’ll find his way out, feed Miso for you, and lock up on his way out. You hate the way your heart clenches and longs to crawl back into bed, curl up against him, to kiss his throat and slide your hand inside the loose sweatpants he’s wearing.

And that’s your first secret. You’re fucking Yuta again, keeping it a secret from the others, and you hope that it doesn’t end any time soon.

He’s gone by the time you get home from work later. The bed is made, dishes cleared away, Miso looks happy enough now that your intruder is gone. But, as usual, you find a love note tucked under the pillow Yuta had slept on. As usual you crumple it in your hand, unread, and toss it toward the wastebasket filled with his previous love notes.

You can’t let him back into your heart. It wouldn’t be fair.

You can’t let Yuta believe that you’d chosen him over all the others. Because you didn’t.

And because he’s not the only one you’re still in contact with.

Just a few days after Yuta first showed up at your door, you answered the knocking to find Ten standing there with a bag over his shoulder and a smile on his face.

He looked good, his hair tousled by the wind, dyed a warm shade of brown that was more of a bronze on the top. He’d been wearing glasses and a hoodie, looking ever-so-soft, and for a moment you couldn’t quite comprehend that you weren’t dreaming right at that moment.

“Hey, look, I know you broke up with us and stuff, but we’re still friends right?” Ten shifted uneasily on your doorstep, looking hopeful you’d ask him to stay but nervous that you might tell him to leave instead.

It broke your heart a little more. You missed Ten terribly because out of all of them, he was honestly like your best friend. You spent so much of your free time with Ten and Kun, and you were completely comfortable with them like you’d never been with anyone else. So to have him on your doorstep, holding out the proverbial olive branch, you wanted nothing more than to leap forward into his arms and hold him close.

So that’s exactly what you did that day.

“I missed you,” You groaned, burying your face in his shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” Ten patted your back. “I’m sure you had your reasons for ending things with us. We all understand that. Hey, it’s okay, stop that.” He laughed as you start tearing up, dripping warm tears on his skin.

You had just really missed him, so you invited him inside, and within a few minutes Ten had you laughing again.

And things were good. He was the only one of them that you ever texted. Even with Yuta, you didn’t contact him, you just let him in when he showed up, but Ten you talked to just like he was your friend, and you had definitely missed his companionship, his lightheartedness and humor, his ability to be your friend. But there were times too where you missed those other aspects of your relationship with him.

You would be sitting there, listening to him tell you a story, and all you could do was stare at his lips and think about kissing him, or be in the middle of texting with him as the conversation turned slightly flirty, and you’d find yourself wanting to touch yourself and tell him about it. But you always held back. Gotta keep those boundaries, that distance that keeps things separate.

So there’s Yuta and there’s Ten, both of them back in your life. And then Taeyong too.

In your attempt at trying new things, at living your best life, and spending time with friends, you head to a painting studio with your best friend.

It’s a cute place full of bright colors and cartoonish artwork from previous customers. You’re given a canvas or a wooden board cut out in a fun shape or a piece of pottery, and a whole rainbow of colors and brushes and tools are at your disposal. You pay for a canvas, and already you’ve got an image in your mind. A beautiful landscape, mountains, cherry blossoms.

You’ve sketched it out on the canvas, grabbed most of the paints and brushes you think you’ll need, and you’ve just put down the base coat for the sky, when your friend beside you stiffens.

“Don’t look now,” She gasps, her hand skidding across the table and narrowly avoiding the cup of water. “But I think Lee Taeyong just walked in.”

Your head snaps up, eyes immediately going to the door.

Maybe you gasped, maybe your sudden movement drew his eye, or maybe after months and months of being in a relationship had built some sort of connection between the pair of you. Whatever the reason, Taeyong looks right at you.

His soft brown hair and even softer brown eyes send a pitiful feeling through you. Your stomach curls up in a knot, and you lower your gaze back to your art piece.

“He’s looking over here!” She whispers, her hand tapping against the table. “Oh my God. Oh my God! What if he comes over here?” And suddenly she’s scrambling to clean up the mess a little bit, making it clear that there’s still two available seats on the other side of the table.

You push to your feet, not sure where you’re going to go, but you can’t just sit at that table.

You head toward the short hallway in the back of the place, toward the bathroom, but you change your mind halfway there and do an awkward turn to look at the array of paints to choose from. You study them, seeing the colors blur, the ridiculous names on each bottle don’t even register.

“Why don’t you go with yellow?”

You bite your lip and try not to cry. It would be stupid to cry right now in the middle of this delightful little shop. It would be stupid and difficult to explain to your friend. So you take a breath and then another one and another, and when you open your eyes Taeyong is standing there just beside you, his long beautiful fingers skimming over a row of yellow paint bottles.

“Yellow’s such a nice color, don’t you think? Like sunshine, lemon candies, sunflowers.” He doesn’t meet your eyes, and you don’t want him to. You study his profile, the quirk of his lips into a smile, and then he says, “Yellow reminds me of this girl I dated, she was as warm and bright as sunlight. Looked absolutely stunning in yellow too.”

Your throat feels tight, but you manage to choke out, “Taeyong.”

He drops his hand a few rows down, plucks a gaudy shade of orange, turns on his heel, and walks toward a table at the opposite end of the shop from you.

You take another moment to gather your emotions. Somehow it’s harder seeing Taeyong after all this time, seeing him in public instead of the privacy at home. It’s almost more sudden and unexpected, and you’re completely caught off-guard, and if you’re being honest your period just might be fucking your emotions even more.

You try not to look over at Taeyong as you’re pulling yourself together, and once your emotions are in check, you choose a light shade of blue, and return to your friend at the table.

“Oh my God, what was he saying to you?” She nearly bounces out of her seat.

You squirt some of the paint out. “He was just talking about some of the colors. Are you still using that red?” You try to change the subject, but she won’t let go, asking another question about him. You ignore her, mixing some of the red she handed you into the blue to create a shade of purple that now sadly remind you of an old bruise.

“He’s looking over here again.” She whispers. “Do you… Do you somehow know him or something?”

“What?” You look up just as Taeyong looks down. You narrow your gaze slightly, and then turn to her. Lying to yourself is one thing, you can tell yourself that you’re not in love with Taeyong or any of the others, that you’re your own independent woman now. But lying to your friend, hiding a whole massive relationship of several months from her? Does that make you a shitty friend?

She shifts in her seat a little bit. “The way he keeps looking over here, it’s like he knows you or something.”

“No, I don’t know Taeyong. How would I know an SM idol?” You smear the bruised purple across your painting. “Do you know him maybe?”

“As if.” She snorts. “I wish I knew him, if you know what I mean.”

You drop your paintbrush and lean back in your seat, frowning down at what you’ve created. Your stomach is still rolling in knots and you take a deep breath and try to push that feeling down. The painting looks horrible, the colors are all muddy and you can’t focus anymore. Taeyong’s got you feeling like a gaping hole just opened in your belly and it’s swallowing down all of your insides.

“Hey, are you alright?” Her hand falls over your arm, squeezing comfortingly.

The taste of a secret burns the back of your throat, but you swallow it down again and again, several times before you manage to tell her. “I’m fine. I just don’t think I’m any good at art.”

“You’re doing great! I think that’s the wrong color for the sky, but just a little happy accident. You can fix it!” Her cheer doesn’t do much to boost your mood, and although by the time you leave the painting does somewhat resemble what you’d originally imagined, it’s tainted by two things: the bittersweetness of seeing Taeyong, and the bad taste of your lie.

That bad taste lingers in the back of you mouth for the rest of the day, and even when you attempt to drown it in booze, attempt to fix your feelings by scrolling through old photos you had of them (selfies they’d sent you, dirty pictures, but mostly just cute photos you’d taken of them like your legs all tangled up with Jungwoo’s and Mark’s one day, Ten and Kun and WinWin sleeping in bed with Xiaojun snuggled in beside them, photos you’d taken during that week you’d visited them in America, and more like that) it doesn’t help.

Letting Yuta in when he shows up at your door is probably a mistake. You’re tipsy, in somewhat of an emotional disarray, and Yuta is... well... Yuta, and letting him inside gives you a new way to unleash those emotions that had been building in you all day.

Sex had always been your favorite way to do that.

“Fuck! Yuta!” You cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders as you ride him, your chest pressed sticky with sweat against his.

Yuta kisses your neck, slides his hand down your body so he can touch your clit. “Are you gonna cum for me, princess? You’ve always been so good for me. I want to see you come apart on my cock.”

You slap a hand over his mouth. “Shut up.”

He grins under your hand, just rubbing at your clit, and his next words are muffled. “I know what would really get you off, princess.”

“Yeah?” You slow your rolling hips, sitting down fully on him, savoring the feeling of being filled by Yuta. You drop your hand to play with his hair where it’s longer in the back. “What’s that?”

He doesn’t stop his ministrations on your clit, just tucks his face against your neck, and says, “You’d be fucking undone if Taeyong was here, wouldn’t you be? If the others were here too?”

Your fingers twist in his hair, your voice catches and sticks on your tongue. “What?”

“Taeyong told us that he saw you earlier. Is that what this is about? Why you’re so desperate for me?” Yuta licks a stripe up your throat. “If you miss us all so badly, then why’d you do it? Why end it with us?”

You bite your lip, holding in a moan and holding in the truth.

Yuta flips you over onto your back, slow rolls of his hips against yours. He kisses your throat, your cheek, the sensitive spot just beneath your jaw. “Answer me, beautiful. We’ve all wondered what it was. You seemed fine one day, then you texted us what seemed like it was out of the blue. Then we didn’t hear from you again.”

You push at his chest, and Yuta doesn’t budge, but when you push again, he moves away, leaving you empty and shivering at the sudden chill. He sits back, giving you space to sit up and curl your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them.

“Can you leave?” You really don’t want to talk about this with him.

“Now?” Yuta asks, vaguely gesturing toward his dick. He’s still hard, but you’re not in the mood anymore. “Listen, I get it if you don’t want to talk about it, we don’t have to.”

You shake your head. “I’m not in the mood anymore.”

“Alright. I’ll leave, unless you want me to stay for a snuggle?” He smiles, and when you don’t answer him for a bit, the bright expression fades and he leans in and presses a kiss to the crown of your head. “I’m sorry, I’ll go.”

“Wait, no.” You snag his hand. “I’m sorry. I just still don’t want to talk about it. Way to kill the mood, Nakamoto.”

Yuta slumps back down into the bed. “Sorry. Let me make it up to you?”

“I just told you I’m not in the mood!” You slap lightly at his arm.

He sits up just so he can playfully tackle you onto your back with a laugh. “I know! I was just thinking though that maybe I could make you feel better if we just talk about everyone. I can tell you how everyone is, what we’ve been up to, funny stories and stuff like that? Or we can just lay here and not say anything, just sleep.”

“You can talk. Tell me about them.” You sink into the mattress, and when Yuta moves off to his side facing you, you roll onto your side to face him too. Yuta’s so lovely, and of course you know that, but part of you (the part that’s been trying to keep your icy distance) had made you forget just how handsome and dreamy he is.

Yuta starts talking, his voice quiet enough that you incline your head toward his just so you can hear him.

You’re sure that this must look very intimate: the two of you in bed together, your heads tucked together, bodies curving toward each other. Yuta talks and you listen and laugh, but soon you’re falling asleep imagining the scenarios that he’s telling you.

And when you wake up next, Yuta’s gone. It’s mid-morning already, cloudy sunlight slanting through your bedroom window over his empty side of the bed, but there’s a love note as usual, folded on top of the pillow.

Usually you would just throw it away, flicking it into the trash can near to your bed, but maybe it’s because of yesterday, of last night specifically, but your feelings have thawed a bit and you find yourself reaching for the little note. You sit up to unfold it and read it, Yuta’s familiar handwriting scrawled across the page.

You’ve never read one of his notes before, always only known them to be love notes because you’d asked him when you spotted the first one, and he’d cheekily smiled and told you, “Love notes.”

And maybe he’d been telling the truth, and all this time you’ve been tossing absolutely beautiful love notes into the garbage, but today you open a love note to finally see what Yuta has to say. And it’s this:

“I’m tired of leaving you notes I know you’ll never read, but I also like knowing that some part of me is still here even after I’ve left. I hope you wake up smiling. I also hope you wake up regretting not having finished what we started last night, but maybe next time. xx Yuta”

Maybe definitely next time.

Part of you can’t help but wonder if this is all some secret plan of theirs. First Yuta, then Ten, then Taeyong. And now Taeil shows up in the grocery store while you’re shopping. You know for a fact that he never grocery shops, so you stand there for probably five minutes in the cereal aisle trying to figure out if it’s really Taeil or just some guy who looks a lot like him.

In the end, you determine it is definitely him.

Because he sneezes, and you recognize that sound.

“Taeil.” You roll your cart up beside him, nudging it against his hip. “What are you doing here?”

He jumps, but when he sees it’s you, he relaxes. “I’m shopping.”

“You never do the shopping.” You narrow your eyes at him. “And what are you doing shopping on this side of the city?”

Taeil takes a box of cereal from the shelf and adds it to the nearly empty basket he’s holding. “If you’re suggesting that I’m only shopping here because it’s close to your apartment and I was hoping to run into you, that would be ridiculous. How would I even know which day or what time you’d be here?”

You stare at him for a moment because it kind of sounds exactly like that’s what he’s doing there. They live on the opposite side of the city, they do their shopping online or send someone else to do it, so Taeil being here to do his own shopping in the grocery store nearest to where you live, it’s a bit suspicious honestly.

Taeil doesn’t back down from your stare, so you drop first, lowering your gaze to his shopping basket in his hand.

Other than the box of cereal, there’s a few ingredients for one of your favorite dishes that Taeil had cooked for you once. It had been a quiet night at the dorm with Dream and WayV gone, several of the others were at the studio, and for the moment it was just you and Taeil at the dorm.

This was in the early part of the year, the weather was frigid, it was snowing, and you and Taeil had just come home from an ice skating date. Your nose felt so cold that you weren’t even sure it was there anymore and your fingertips were also numb from the cold.

“I know how to warm you up,” Taeil had said as he slipped off his coat and scarf, his hat and gloves and boots. You’d pouted, wishing you’d thought to wear as many layers, but you’d not thought he was going to take you on an outdoor date when it was so cold out. When he kissed you, it did help things. His lips warmed yours and you heated from the inside out. You wanted to continue, but after a few moments, Taeil pulled away.

“Go take a warm shower. I’ll make us something to eat.” Taeil squeezed your hand and kissed the side of your head, his fingertips brushed your cheek where it was still a bit chilly. “Go on.”

And when you’d come back down into the kitchen a while later, feeling much warmer and cleaner, Taeil was nearly finished.

You were wearing a sweatshirt of his you’d stolen and a pair of boxer shorts that you were pretty sure belonged to Jungwoo, a pair of fuzzy socks you knew that Taeyong had stolen from you. You felt underdressed for the occasion because as you stepped through the doorway of the kitchen, you found the lights dimmed, candles lit on the table, and Taeil just about finished preparing dinner.

So now, in the present, as you stand in the aisle of this grocery store, a strange feeling comes over you.

“Who are you making that for?” You ask, nodding down at the basket.

Taeil looks and then his eyes lift to yours again. “No one. I mean, just for myself. I’m trying to get the recipe as perfect as that night I made it for you, but nothing compares. Personally, I think it was your company that made it taste so good.” A beat of silence, and then, “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too, Taeil.”

“I miss telling you about my dreams,” He says, smiling gently, lowering his voice as a woman and her two children come nearby. “I don’t want to plague you with the details right now, but I’ve been dreaming about you a lot recently. Not like, in a weird way. I mean, sometimes, but mostly I’ve just been dreaming up happy little scenarios that haven’t ever happened.”

You step closer, “Anything interesting?”

“They’re all interesting.” Taeil smiles, and you don’t realize how close you’ve gotten until you feel his fingers twitch against your wrist. “They’re about you, how could they not be interesting dreams.”

You’re so close you can smell his cologne, you can see the gleam of the store’s lights in his eyes, you’re close enough to feel the heat of his skin. You want to kiss him, to feel his cheek against yours, soft and warm, smelling a bit like spices that remind you of Christmas in a way.

“I’ve really missed you,” He tells you, and again your heart feels like it’s breaking. Taeil’s fingers move against yours, knuckles dragging over yours. “I know you had your reasons for ending the relationship even if I don’t know what they are, and I just want you to know, I still love you.”

When you kiss him it almost feels like an accident.

You were just thinking about it, and then your brain skipped right over the decision-making and just jumped right in. One moment you were looking at his lips, his fingers twisting through yours, thinking that it would really be nice to kiss him again, and then you were doing it. Kissing Moon Taeil in the middle of the cereal aisle at the grocery store.

“Gross! Mommy, look!” One of the children makes a disgusted sound from a few feet away.

You pull back from Taeil with a giggle, and he reaches up to curl a hand against the back of your neck, laughing as well. And now that you’ve had a taste, it’s not enough.

As the mother throws a look at the pair of you, and rolls her cart and her children farther down the aisle, you duck in for another taste of Taeil’s kiss. He grunts softly and leans into it, kissing you back, just as hungrily.

In the back of your mind, you know that it’s inappropriate to be making out in the middle of the grocery, so you take a step back, grab Taeil’s hand, and abandon your cart as you lead him toward the back of the store. You know there’s a small hallway there that leads to a smaller public restroom than there is at the front of the store.

“What are you doing?” Taeil asks as you push open the door to the restroom and tug him inside after you, locking the door behind him.

“You can’t tell any of the others.” You press your lips to his again. “But I need you, Taeil. Please, please,” You back up until your ass hits the small bathroom sink. You lift yourself up and spread your legs. “Please, fuck me.”

Taeil’s hand flies to his mouth. “Really?”

You nod.

Of all of the boys, Taeil was the one that you did the least of experimental or kinky things. Sex with Taeil, other than the occasional orgy-type encounter, was fairly vanilla. This, asking him to fuck you in the bathroom at the grocery store, was definitely a far stretch from what you’d engaged in with him before.

“Yeah,” You reach out, tugging him closer by his belt loops. “I need you, Taeil.”

He leans close, his smile almost touching yours. “There’s the girl that I love. We’ve all missed your horniness, baby. I’ve missed touching you, feeling you around me.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” You groan, and you raise a hand to his neck, connecting your mouth with his. “Just fuck me like we both want you to.”

Taeil crushes his mouth to yours and drags your hips off the edge of the sink. He flips you around to face the grimy mirror over the sink, and drags your pants down. The way he touches you is rough, and you love this feeling, like he’s about to use you.

In the reflection you see Taeil staring down at your ass, you feel his hands on you, dipping between your legs. You’re all wet already just from making out, from the thought of getting done dirty in this restroom. You rub back on his fingers, and Taeil swats his hand right against your bottom.

“Gonna fuck you, baby.” He grips your hip with one hand, pulling you back on his cock and he fits right good inside you. “Oh, fuck.” He groans, and then he’s going, his hand moving around between your legs to swirl his fingers at your clit as he pistons his hips forward, driving his thick cock inside you.

You drop your head forward, looking down at where your hands grip the sides of the sink, but not for long.

“Look at me.” Taeil holds your chin, pulls it up so you’re staring at the two of you in the mirror. “Watch me fuck you, know that it’s me, baby, who’s making you feel good. I’m fucking you.”

“Taeil!” You moan his name, your voice echoing off the walls. His eyes meet yours in the mirror, holding on as he really starts fucking you, thrusting faster. It’s not going to take you long to cum, you both know it.

But Taeil cums faster, humping hard and fast against you before he groans, moans your name as he cums inside you. His fingers move quick over your clit and soon you’re cumming too. Your hips ache where Taeil’s pressing you against the sink, but it feels so good too, and you don’t want him to go, but you know he has to, so you push him away first.

You’ve already got your pants up and your hand on the door handle by the time that Taeil realizes what you’re doing.

“Wait,” He reaches out and snatches up your hand. “Don’t go. Please, I’ve been wanting to see you so badly. Come with me, we can go grab a bite, we can just go...”

“No, Taeil.” You shake your head. “I’m not choosing you. I ended things because I can’t choose just one of you, I’m sorry. This was great, it was absolutely fantastic, and yeah, I do miss you, but I can’t do this. I know what you want, and I can’t do a future. Or even entertain the thought of a possibility of a future.”

Taeil’s face falls and your heart clenches in your chest.

“I’m sorry. Good bye.” You bite your lip and slip quickly from the restroom. You don’t even finish your shopping, you just head straight home, putting as much distance between you and your broken heart as quickly as you can.

It’s a few days later as you’re pouting still about how things had gone with Taeil, beating yourself up for actually having sex with him again too, leaving him in that restroom like that, sucker-punching him in the heart probably. And that’s when you get a text from Ten.

“come over to the dorm”

That’s all it says.

Ten knows you don’t want to go back over there. You’ve spoken with him about how you don’t want to see them all, that you’re just not ready for it. So why he’s asking you to come over to the root of all that, you’re not sure.

“they’re not here.” he says after a while without an answer from you, and then, “it’s literally just me here and I’m bored and feeling lazy. come entertain me :(”

You sigh, as if he’s totally putting you out with his request, then you reply, “you’re so needy. I’m on my way over, do you need anything?”

“just some of your love, see you soon the door is open”

And it is open. You arrive, turn the knob, and step right inside the quiet dorm.

“Ten?” You call.

“In here!” He shouts, and you follow his voice up the stairs to his bedroom. Ten’s slouched down in his bed, his glasses reflecting his phone screen, a hood tugged up over his head. “Hey, come cuddle.”

You slip into his bed, tuck into his side, and you notice that he’s halfway through watching an episode of some anime.

“What are we watching?” You ask, rubbing your face slightly on the soft material of his hoodie.

Ten tells you the name, but you don’t recognize it. “I’ve been watching it all day. WinWin told me about it last night, so I started it then, slept a few hours, and then I’ve been lying here and watching it since I woke up this morning.”

“Gross, Ten.” You push at his shoulder. “You haven’t showered?”

“Was waiting for you to come over. Hoped we could shower together.” Ten grins, but he doesn’t even look away from his phone. “Now come back to cuddling. This episode’s almost over then we can do something else. Anything you want to watch?”

You sink back down against him. “You really are feeling lazy today aren’t you? Where are all the others? Why do you get to be lazy today, but none of them are here?”

Ten doesn’t answer you for a moment, but judging by the flashes and loud noises coming from his phone screen, you guess it’s the action-packed end of the episode, so you wait and study his face instead for a moment before you let your gaze wander around the room.

He shares this room with Kun and Hendery and you can see traces of them everywhere. Kun’s side of the room is familiar to you; you’ve spent many hours in his bed, the feel of his sheets on your skin is as familiar as the sensation of Ten’s shoulder under your cheek. You can recognize the shape of his iPad hanging over the edge of his bedside table, there’s a guitar peeking out from under his bed.

“They have schedules.” Ten drops his phone to his belly. “I’m free, Hendery, Kun, and Xiaojun are free too. Kun and Jun went for a run. Hendery was gone when I woke up, I don’t know where he went. So I’m alone, except now you’re here. How do you plan to entertain me?”

Ten’s fingers move to your shoulder, brushing lightly down from there over your side, your hip, until his fingertips make contact with your bare thigh. You shiver closer to him without even meaning to, but you don’t pull away either.

“How’ve you been getting along lately, huh? When you were with all of us you were getting sex on the regular, multiple times a day, even.” Ten’s voice is inquisitive, soft. “What have you been doing since then to satisfy your needs? Or have you not been getting any? Look at how you’re melting under my touch.”

“Ten!” You whine his name.

He smiles, and tugs your leg over his hip so your core is positioned just right against him. All it would take is a little bit of grinding forward for you to get pleasure from this position.

You push your hips against him just a little bit. And it’s enough.

That horniness that you almost constantly felt when you were with your boyfriends never really went away, you just pushed it down. You didn’t want to seek out someone new, you could get yourself off, sure. And you did so several times, but it was never quite enough.

Even once Yuta showed up and kept returning to your bed, it still wasn’t enough.

Your sex drive was a hunger that just one man couldn’t fill.

Having Taeil fuck you in that grocery store restroom had helped, but still you needed more. And now, here was Ten teasing you, stoking that hungry beast inside you who was certainly waking to answer his call.

“Do you want to fuck, babygirl?” Ten asks, and he lifts his fingertips to your chin, just a light caress, but it’s enough.

“Ten, please.” You rut your hips forward, grinding against him.

“Have you missed me like I’ve missed you?” Ten spreads his fingers over your thigh, inching them higher until he’s dipped under the edge of your shorts, touching your ass, and you curve into his warm hands.

You rub yourself against Ten, your fingers clench the front of his hoodie.

“Bet it’s been ages since you last got fucked, hasn’t it?” Ten drums his fingers against your ass. “Which one of us was the last one you let have you like this? I bet it was Jaehyun, right? He was so selfish with you there right before you ended it with us. I wouldn’t be surprised. Was it him?”

You think about lying. Technically, Jaehyun was the last one you’d slept with before you broke up with them, and you know that Ten’s thinking that was the last time you’d had sex with any of the members. But since then you’d been fucked by Yuta multiple times, and now Taeil was actually your most recent good dicking.

Instead of giving him an actual answer, you decide to just kiss his throat and hope it distracts him from seeking an answer. And right now, whatever Ten needs to hear so that he’ll give it to you as good as you want it, that’s what you’re going to let him hear.

“Ten, please.” You murmur, grinding forward again, even moving over him more so that now you’re more straddling him than tucked into his side.

“Sweetheart, I’ve missed you.” Ten curls his fingers in the back of your hair, tugging your mouth from his neck until your face is over his. “I can’t even begin to tell you the number of times I’ve thought about you, missed the taste of your pretty pussy, wished I could hear your moans. Like, luckily Kun’s always up to mess around when I really miss you and wish that I could have you under me or over me, and I love him, of course, but God, have I missed you.”

You, now fully straddling him, grind down against the definite bulge of his erection. “For someone who keeps saying they miss fucking me, you’re sure doing a lot of talking, very little action.”

He sits up partway, puckering his lips at you. You giggle and cup his chin, pressing your mouths together. Ten groans and you squirm in his lap, shifting your hips to feel the pressure of him right against you, delightful and head-swimming. You bite at his bottom lip and Ten retaliates by smacking your ass. You hum into the kiss and really start grinding on him, falling into the kiss.

Ten’s hands move up under your shirt, pushing it up as he moves, and soon he’s breaking the kiss to slip your top over your head.

“Don’t you miss the days of being all marked up?” Ten asks, leaning in to kiss over your clavicle. “Having Lucas’s hands bruised against your bottom? WinWin’s marks left on your hips? Mine and Doyoung’s on your chest? The memory of Mark going wild on your throat?” His teeth scrape lightly over your skin, and you sigh arching into the heat of his mouth, needing more.

His nose trails down your chest, between your breasts, and his hands on your back unfasten your bra with just a flick of his wrist. The straps slide away and Ten takes the lacy edge of your bra between his teeth and pulls the fabric away completely, leaving you bare from the waist up.

He places a burning hot kiss right over your heart.

You feel a cool flush over your skin, goosebumps rise, and your eyes flutter closed as you moan softly for him, Ten’s lips move over your chest, not leaving a bit of skin untouched.

He’s still wearing that hoodie, and you bunch up the hood in your fingers and pull lightly. “Are you just going to kiss me, Ten? I can get that anywhere. I want you inside me. Feel me, feel how wet I am for you.” You take one of his hands from where it’s resting at your lower back, and you drag it down between your legs, to touch you over your shorts.

“Patience, sweetheart.” Ten kisses right over your heart again, and then he lifts his face to yours. “Maybe I want to see how wet I can get you. I want to see if you’ll completely soak your shorts before I’m even really touching you. Looks like we’re halfway there.”

Ten lifts the hem of his hoodie up, ridding himself of the sweatshirt, and then he eases you back off his lap just a bit, just enough that he can lift his hips and shimmy his shorts down enough that his dick appears, pink-tipped and just as delicious as the last time you saw it. You start to slide forward again as soon as you see it, but Ten puts a hand on your hip. His teasing attitude falls away for just a moment, a mask of seriousness instead.

“Do you want to use a condom?” He asks. You start to tell him that that would be stupid, you’ve never used a condom with them, but he cuts you off before you can get all the words out. “I know we’ve never used condoms, but we’re not together anymore, right? I don’t want you to regret not using one.”

“I trust you’ve not been with any unsavory types since we ended things? You’re still clean? Me too.” You shake your head. “We’re good, Ten. I don’t mind you releasing inside me, never have, never will.”

He crushes his lips to yours, muttering, “Thank God.”

Neither of you bother with removing your shorts, not when he’s already got his dick out and you’re this ready for him.

Ten pulls you higher on his lap and you move into place over him as his hands push at your shorts, sliding them and your panties to the side, creating enough of a space that when you lower yourself, he can feel your wetness rolling down over the head of his dick where it’s pressed against your entrance.

“God, you already feel so good. Come on,” Ten thrusts up as you move down, and he fills you completely with that one good thrust.

Ten’s hands move to your hips, helping to guide you in riding him, but he’s too caught up in the tight, warm and wet feeling of your pussy wrapped around him to really be much help. You don’t want to be doing all the work, so you sit up, moving backwards off his cock. You quickly rid yourself of your shorts and panties, kicking them off the edge of the bed.

“Where are you going?” Ten groans, reaching for your hips even as you flip over onto your belly, lifting your ass for him. He fits right back inside you, pressing against your back and thrusting into you with smooth moves, stretching your walls with his cock. “I have so missed this feeling.” Ten hides his face in your shoulder, teeth dragging lightly over your skin.

You reach back to clutch at his ass, scraping your nails and digging them into the muscle. “Me too. No one else makes me feel quite the same as you do.”

Ten wraps his arms around you, lifting you against him as he kneels up. “So have you been fucking other guys since we all broke up?” He growls in your ear. “Who’ve you been having sex with, my little slut?”

“Can’t tell you that.” You push your hips back against him, and when Ten grips your chin between his fingers, you struggle to not let Yuta and Taeil’s names fall from your lips. Over the past year, the only people you’ve slept with have been members of this group, but for the last month or so, you’ve not supposed to have been sleeping with them. You can’t tell Ten that, even if right now he’s breaking the same trust with the group as Yuta and Taeil have already done.

“Think you need a good dicking down by all of us once again, like so long ago.” Ten bucks his hips forward, moaning softly, “Give everyone some closure, just a last goodbye fuck.”

You push at his hand on your chin, and you fall forward onto your hands again. “Don’t say that, I don’t want--”

“Don’t want what?” He Ten’s hands have a bruising hold on your hips, but you like the pain. “Don’t want to say goodbye, don’t want it to be the last time? Just admit it, sweetheart, you miss being a good girl for all of us, don’t you? Come back to us, and I can guarantee you’ll have at least one night that overflows with pleasure, even more than the last time. I want to fuck you again with Kun, Taeyong, Doyoung, with Johnny and the rest. Maybe even invite Hendery and Xiaojun this time, they’re so eager to experience you too.”

The idea of that is hot.

Sure, it was a lot the first time. Having that many orgasms, that many penises in and around you, it had been overwhelming. But it’s still an arousing idea, one that is hot enough that right now it pushes you that much closer to your orgasm.

“Do you like that?” Ten asks. “I know how much you like having your pretty little cunt dripping with all our cum. You can play like you only acted along with Jaehyun’s impregnation kink, but we know the truth. You get just as excited about thinking that you’re so full of cum, a bulging belly, your cunt filled to bursting with semen that’s going to inevitably get you pregnant with one of our babies.”

And you definitely have thought of it that way, but that was before the break up, back when you had nothing but happiness in that relationship, when you thought that everyone was happy sharing you. Then you had thought that you could have a baby with the boys, they would never really need to know which of them were the father, and you would have more, fathered by several different members.

It would be unconventional, but you think you could be happy with a life like that.

“Oh, baby,” Ten groans, snapping his hips forward, chasing his own orgasm as he envisions the things he’s telling you about. “I’m gonna cum. Want you to cum with me.” He falls forward over you again, wrapping one arm around your waist, his fingers moving down to your clit as he keeps thrusting deep inside you.

When Ten cums, it sets off your own climax. Your walls pulsate and squeeze around him, milking him for all he’s got, and Ten moans your name, panting and swearing as well as he empties himself inside you. He keeps touching your clit, rubbing you through it, and you collapse onto the bed, Ten flattening himself over you.

He drags his bedsheets up over you both, snuggling up behind you. “That was good.”

Ten kisses right behind your ear, rests his cheek against the back of your head. “I really, really have fucking missed you. I don’t want you to ever leave.”

“I mean, I have to leave eventually,” You laugh a little, and with Ten still inside you, it feels strange but good. “I can’t still be here when the others come back.”

“You don’t have to sneak out,” Ten mumbles. “Stay. You can stay. We can all try this again.”

And you know that you want that too. You want to be happy with all of them, back like it was before. Sure, they might be happy to have you back with all of them, but how long before it goes back to how it was right before you ended it? How long before you see the jealousy coming back in, before they fight over who gets to share the bed with you, who is spending the most time with you?

“Stay,” Ten whispers, his lips brushing your skin.

You don’t respond, just close your eyes and wait.

Ten pulls out of you, but he doesn’t move far at all, and you don’t move either, staying just like that even as you feel his cum oozing from your pussy. His breath falls evenly on the back of your neck, and soon Ten is asleep, but you stay awake.

And even though you’re awake, you don’t hear your unexpected visitor until it’s too late.

“Y/N?” Hendery asks, taking a step into the room, glancing between you and Ten, his arm wrapped around you and holding the blanket in place over your bare body. “What are you doing here?”

“Don’t tell the others I was here, please.” You sit upright.

Ten mumbles and rolls over, tugging at the sheets. You sigh and reach for Ten’s sweatshirt, tugging it on quickly and letting Ten steal the sheets before he wakes up fully. You stand up and grab your clothes, pulling on what you can while Hendery stands there, observing you.

“It’s been a while. How long have you been seeing Ten again?” Hendery asks, luckily keeping his voice low enough as to not disturb Ten.

“That’s none of your business.” You finish pulling your pants up, grab your purse from the floor, and you head toward the door, squeezing by Hendery. “I’m just leaving now anyway.”

Hendery follows as you walk toward the stairs. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay? The rest will be back soon I think.”

You trot down the stairs. “No, I’m fine.”

Hendery follows your downstairs, and he leans against the wall of the entryway as you stop there, dropping your purse to the ground so you can locate your shoes. He just watches, “Right, you only stopped by to have sex with Ten. Not to catch up with all of your exes. You know they miss you, they talk about you all the time, and I don’t mean in the lovey dovey way. I mean there is some of that, but I meant they’re always talking about missing having sex with you.”

“I heard you want to have sex with me too.” You tell him, not making eye contact as you slip your shoes on.

Hendery grunts in acknowledgment. “Yeah, but I’m sure you already knew that. Ever since that night when I saw you with WinWin.” You look up then and catch him staring at your ass. You stand up straight, facing him now. Hendery’s eyes snap up to yours and he grins, “It’s a shame I didn’t get home a bit earlier, walk in on you with Ten, that would’ve been a sight to see, I’m sure.”

You grab your bag and tug it over your shoulder. “Maybe you could’ve even joined in. I’ve heard that you and Lucas watch some interesting porn together, so I’m sure Ten and I could’ve had fun with you.”

“Maybe next time we can, when I catch you sneaking around in the dorm, slipping from one member’s bed into the next. All without telling any of them.” Hendery folds his arms across his chest. “Did you know that Yuta talks in his sleep? I’ve been hanging out in his room a lot lately, and I’m a light sleeper, so he talks in his sleep. And I listen.”

You feel warm. So Hendery knows about you and Yuta, and now you and Ten.

“I’ll see you around, Hendery.” You reach for the door and escape outside for a breath of refreshing air.

Three days later, and you’re not sure what god has cursed you, but when you arrive at that little painting studio to pick up your friend’s painting that she left there to dry, Taeyong is there as well.

Hot tears prick at the corners of your eyes when you spot him standing at the counter, smiling at the employee helping him.

If you could turn around and walk out without drawing attention to yourself, you totally would do that, but you can’t. And also, by the time you even decide that you don’t care if you draw the eyes of the other customers by walking back out, Taeyong has already looked away from the employee and is staring right at you.

You take a deep breath, and walk over to him.

“I’ll be with you in just a moment!” The girl working behind the counter says cheerfully as she turns away to duck into the back where they store projects left for later pick up. And as she disappears through the doorway, you’re left along with Taeyong.

He looks at you, but doesn’t say a word, waiting for you to make the first move.

“Hi, Taeyong.” Your voice is quieter than you meant for it to be, so you clear your voice and try again with, “Fancy running into you here again.”

Taeyong smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes and he says nothing.

“How have you been?” The words burn in your chest, but you force them out anyway.

Before he can answer, the girl returns with his painting, all wrapped nicely in brown paper, and she hands it over to him with an adoring smile that sends a toxic coil of jealousy through you. You quickly step around him, cutting off her line of sight, and clear your throat, give her your friends name, and you wait for her to turn around and go fetch the painting as cheerfully as she’d done for Taeyong. But she frowns ever-so-slightly as she turns to disappear through the doorway.

You turn back to Taeyong, “I’m sorry about last time. I wasn’t expecting to see you here, and seeing one of you for the first time after the break up...”

“You can cut the shit,” Taeyong says, and you feel like your heart drops all the way down into your gut.

“What?” You gasp.

“Ten told all of us that you were in the dorm the other day, that you had sex, that you’ve been hanging out with him.” Taeyong’s words aren’t really harsh, but they do seem fairly sharp. “And then, Taeil tells us all that he ran into you at the grocery a little while ago, that you missed him and couldn’t keep your hands off him, and that you had sex with him as well.”

He shifts the painting under his arm, looks up at you as if he’s waiting for you to say something, to admit your guilt or at the least just state that it’s true.

When you say nothing, he pushes on. “Then, because we were all in disbelief already, Yuta stood up and decided that he had to one up the both of them, and he told us that you’ve actually been fucking him for weeks now, semi-regularly at your place. Is it just the three of them, or have you actually been meeting still more of us secretly? Is it just me that you look at like that?”

The employee returns, handing over the painting with a less than friendly tone as she says, “Here you go. Have a fantastic day!”

You thank her, and Taeyong’s already walking away, heading out the door and back into the warm summer evening outside. You hurry to catch up with him, not desiring that conversation to be over quite yet.

“Taeyong!” You call out, jogging after him, and you snatch hold of his arm. “Taeyong, wait! We’re not done talking. Please.”

He turns to face you, and he’s nibbling at the inside of his mouth, a nervous habit you know he’s picked up from Yuta. “What?”

“It is only the three of them. I swear. Yuta and Ten both showed up at my apartment, I ran into Taeil at the store. It’s not like I went seeking them out.” You pull his arm so you’re not standing right in the middle of the sidewalk, as pedestrians squeeze by. “Taeyong, I meant what I said about how seeing you for the first time after the break up, it was hard. Seeing you just now, unexpectedly like that, it was hard again. I miss you, Taeyong. I miss you all so much, but I had to end things with you because I could see how sharing me was hurting the relationship between all of you, and I couldn’t let that be ruined by me.”

“Well, we don’t care about that anymore. If there’s one thing that losing you like that did, it made us all realize just how much we love you, how much we need you, even if it is sharing you between all of us.” Taeyong’s features soften, and he sets the painting to lean against the wall the two of you stand near, and he reaches for your hand instead, taking it in his.

“But can it really ever work out?” You ask, and your heart flutters at the warmth and security of his hand around yours. “All of you, one of me? I know that a happy ending in this kind of situation, it’s not going to be all of us forever, you know?”

Taeyong nods, his eyes going molten and puppy-like as he stares at you. “I know, but do you think you could give us another chance? Come to dinner? It doesn’t have to be a date or anything like that, just come over and hang out with us again, we all miss just having you around.”

“Alright. I think I can do that, just let me know when.” Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you know it’s your friend, wondering when you’ll be at her place for the night of drinking and movie-watching that you had planned. “I should go, but you can text me or call me when you know when to come for the dinner.”

Taeyong releases your hand, but not before he strokes his fingers over your palm one last time. “I will. See you then.”

You turn to walk away, but before you’ve taken two steps, Taeyong’s teasing voice calls out, “What? No quicky in a grocery restroom for me?”

You spin around and groan. “You didn’t tell me that he told you about that too!”

“Oh, after those confessions, we all sat down and had a long, really good talk about you.” Taeyong grins, lifting his painting back into his arms. “Come over for dinner, and we’ll let you know more about it all.”

“Just tell me when, and I’ll be there.” You tell him, and you watch as Taeyong turns, takes his painting, and walks away, disappearing down the street with your heart all caught up in wishing you were walking right beside him.

Soon, you think. Soon you’ll be with all of them again, eating a peaceful dinner and everything will be good again.

never: a drabble <- Previous || Next -> Never Enough

a/n: sorry that this actually turned out to be so short (lol as if 10,000+ words is actually short) and I promise that the wait time between the end of this part and the next one will not be too long at all! As usual, let me know what you thought, like and reblog (reblogs are the best present anyone can give me) and if you want to tell leave comments in the tags I always love reading those!

Also! I really had a lot more parts I wanted to include even in just this half but they got edited out unfortunately because I couldn’t make them flow very well, but god I liked the idea of it (such as Hendery walking in while they were in the middle of having sex, watched the sneakily for a bit, then joined in, but I couldn’t make it work no matter how much I wanted it to, so I gave it up)

#nct smut #nct #wayv smut #wayv #nct fanfic

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yukiobeyme · 5 years ago

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Hmm.. What MC is mermaid? And Lucifer , satan and diavolo found her in the beach trying to get out of a fishnet? Ik it's weird idea Also srry for my bad english

Thank you for the request! I actually really liked it! Please never apologize for your English, you got your point across clearly and it means it’s probably not your native language and the dedication it takes to learn a language is hard and English is a confusing and hard language to learn. I think you did an amazing job!

One day it seemed you were out longer than usual; the brothers' concern was growing after every passing second. You weren’t answering your DDD and you were in the house or the surrounding areas.

Lucifer: Lucifer had a vague idea of where you might be and told the brothers such and headed out by himself. He ended up going to your favorite spot on the beach, it was the spot Lucifer had taken you before. He scanned the sand and saw a pile of what your clothes could be. Lucifer is instantly filled with worry; this area is known for fishing and nets and hooks littered the ocean.

He immediately looked out into the water and saw splashing, Lucifer started to strip as quickly as possible and ran out into the water. The water was freezing and didn’t know how a human could be capable of handling this temperature. Lucifer got to are where there was distress and that’s when he saw your face. “MC” he was a little breathless and treading water. “My tail is stuck,” you sound tired and strained. Lucifer gave you a confused look before grasping at the net. Sure enough, where your legs should be was a mermaid tail, Lucifer let him marvel at it before he fights with the net to free you.

He was able to free your tail after a few minutes and you breathed a side of relief, but then spun to look at Lucifer in fear. “Can you get out the water?” Lucifer asked swimming a little closer to you, you nodded, and you both began to swim to shore together. Lucifer went out of the ocean while you stayed in the shallows. Lucifer turned and gave you a questioning look, “Aren’t you coming?” You looked at your tail before looking back at Lucifer hoping that would suffice as an answer.

Lucifer finally looked at your tail in full glory know. It was blue and green scales, some seemed to sparkle, and the scales scattered across your abdomen and chest. You shift uncomfortably under Lucifer’s intense glare, “You are extraordinary,” Lucifer said after some time looking up at you. Finally, you felt your tail melt away into your usually two legs, Lucifer automatically stepped forward to help you up.

“So, you are a mermaid, why didn’t you tell anyone?” Lucifer tried to keep the heat out of his voice but failed. “I didn’t know how everyone would react, I use to just do this in the tub, but I felt so contained, I miss swimming in the ocean,” you turned and looked lovingly at the ocean.

“Well, why don’t we find a safer beach and at least one brother accompany you, just make sure you stay safe,” Lucifer was also glazing at the ocean, worried about what could have happened if he didn’t know where he could find you.

Satan: You and Satan liked spending time on the beach, he would read, and you would play in the water, but never for too long; but today you were feeling bold going out deep and letting yourself transform into a mermaid. It wasn’t a flashy transformation, so no attention was drawn to you. Maybe a little painful feeling your legs full together and the scales growing out of your body. You began splashing and having fun. Diving deep so you could flip your tail without Satan seeing. But on one of your way up, you got caught in something. You struggled and managed to get you top half free, but your tail just seems to tangle more and more in the net as you fought against it.

You started to splash and tried to call out to Satan, mouth getting water in it every time. “Very funny MC,” Satan called out to you. “Satan, please!” Your tone made Satan’s head snapped up and he realized you were actually struggling against something. “MC” he shouted as he dropped his DDD on his towel and discarded his clothes. He entered the water quickly and immediately gripped you and tried to pull you.

“Satan no that hurts,” your voice was pained, and you seemed in so much distress but clung to Satan. Satan dived under the water and couldn’t believe his eyes, where your legs should be was a fishtail. The fishnet was digging into your tail and he could see a cloud of red.

Satan pried at the fishnet, making very little progress with freeing you. Thinking quickly on his feet Satan changed into his demon form and lunged at the rope, using his sharper teeth to easily cut the rope. He tried to be mindful of your tail but when he felt your tail jerked, he knew he must have nicked you.

Satan helped guide you to shallows and rested with you. Allowing you to catch your breath, he watched as your tail slowly morph back into a talk. The cuts you had on your tail translated to your human legs. Satan immediately was up looking at them, seeing if any were too deep. Satan wince when he saw the gash the must have been from his teeth, it was more ragged than the others.

You sat in silence, trying to catch your breath and process what just happed. You started to feel panic when you realized that Satan now knew your darkest secret. You finally glanced at Satan to find he was already looking at you.

“So, Mermaid,” Satan comment looking intrigued. You sigh and gave a slight nod.

“Cool,” he paused looking thoughtful for a moment, “I think we have had more than enough fun for today, ready to head back?” You let out a sigh of relief that Satan didn’t push the issue.

“You won’t tell your brothers, right?” you asked looking down and twisting your hands.

“It’s not my secret to tell, come let’s go, there is a new mermaid drama we could watch,” Satan smirked at you with the mention of the new drama to watch. You laughed but followed him anyways. “You know the books portray Mermaids very different,” Satan was amused at this, you gently shoved him and walked away from him laughing.

Diavolo: You were worried about your date with Diavolo. He wanted a romantic day at the beach, making comments about how beautiful at night and so seclusive that skinny dipping could be a possibility. Of course, you blushed at his suggestion and worried if you could hold off and not transform into your mermaid form. It would take a lot of energy, but you knew Diavolo would be up against the whole time. You noticed fishnets in the water and tried to commit that area to memory. As the day moved along, you and Diavolo had a lot of fun. It was a very private beach, which allowed you to tan and have the occasional make-out session in absolute privacy. You can also say that making out in the water, was an amazing experience. As the night of the fell, Diavolo stuck true to the idea of skinny dipping. You flushed seeing him naked, it wasn’t the first time, but he was always so gorgeous. “Are you going to join me, darling?” His golden eyes glowed and you could barely make out his flashing his teeth at you. As you stripped, Diavolo watched you intensive and as you entered the water it looked like Diavolo wanted to eat you.

But then it happened, you could feel your legs starting to fuse together, forming your tail. You immediately panic. Diavolo stepped towards you, “Diavolo, no” you yelled at him and started swimming away from him. “MC? What’s wrong?” Diavolo called to you and started after you. You yelped as you felt you tail get stuck, the more you pull the more it hurt and the more tangled your tail got.

You felt tears forming as you struggled, Diavolo reached you and looked at you in full concern, “Why did you run from me?” His voice was obviously hurt, but then he noticed your tears and struggling. “Are you okay, what’s wrong?” Diavolo was going on full panic mode. “The fishnets,” is all that you managed to choke out. “Are you tangled?” Diavolo reached down to find your legs but instead met something that felt like a fish. He flashed you a bizarre look before putting his under the water, that’s when he learned that the fish he felt was connected to your body. He was quick to release you from the fishnet hold. Diavolo moved over to you and scooped you up to bring you up to the shallows. You sat in silence until you both watch your tail fade into legs.

You stayed silent, not knowing what to say to Diavolo, in a new relationship its important to be honest and here you are with the biggest secret you kept from him.

“You are a mermaid?” Diavolo finally asked, “Well I mean of course you are, why didn’t you tell me?” you could hear the hurt in his voice. “You can trust me, I’ll take care of you, I promise,” Diavolo looked up at you almost begging you with his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I know I can. I just worried how you would react,” you said quietly looking away from him. Diavolo reached out and gently turned your face to face him again before leaning in for a kiss.

#obey me satan #satan obey me #lucifer obey me #obey me lucifer #yuki writes #Yuki Writes!#obey me diavolo #diavolo obey me #obey me hc

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starryseo · 5 years ago

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phone number. | yang jeongin

pairing ↠ jeongin x gender neutral!reader

genre ↠ just a fluffy barista au!!

wc ↠ 3229

summary ↠ jeongin likes you a latte.

warnings ↠ just jeongin being cute and in loooove. its cringey.

a/n ↠ barista!jeongin bc who doesn’t love cafe aus?

cafe glow is well-known around these parts of town bc it has such!! great!! food and drinks!

it has a real homely feel so a lot of student from the nearby schools/ unis come here

and it’s a pretty big cafe so there’s a lot of space for ppl to come in and chill, whether that be large study groups or just individuals trying to cram for upcoming tests

that homely feel?? it’s bc of all the youngsters that basically run the cafe

it’s officially owned by mr and mrs bang, but their son, chan, manages this cafe a lot since they’ve got a few other places in town to run

chan loves recruiting teens to work bc, despite their hyperactivity (esp the lot that are currently there), they’re a lot less work to deal with than grumpy adults complaining abt wages

so!!

just a few months ago, jeongin started looking around for places to work at

let’s get that bread bro

he spoke to a lot of the nearby businesses like the florist, library and pizzeria but as soon as he entered glow and saw a blond guy downing shots of black coffee as he made different drinks, he Knew he wanted to work here

he headed straight to the counter (ok ofc he waited in line first but who cares abt that)

“welcome to glow, what can i get ya?”

“hi, i was wondering if you were hiring?”

“so,” the guy - nametag reading Felix - began, leaning forwards on the counter, “you wanna join the glow gang, huh? have you got what it takes??”

maybe he should’ve thought more clearly abt this-

“felix are u creeping out kids again?? i swear this is the last time i leave you on counter duty” the black-coffee-drinking blond huffed, wiping his hands on his apron as he left the coffee machines. he nudged felix out of the way, pushing him to the machines before he turned to jeongin. “i’m sorry abt him, i don’t know why i still keep him around”

“i heard that!”

“anyway,” the blond - nametag with Chan printed on it - grinned, “what can i get for you?”

“a job here would be great”

“you really wanna work here,,,, with that?” he pointed over to felix who looked back with a frown

“yeah, it seems pretty fun!”

“you got a cv on you?”

jeongin is a Prepared Boi. before his job hunting run he printed off multiple copies of his cv so he handed it over to chan who briefly looked over it

“when can you start working?”

“when do you need me to?”

chan let out a chuckle at that, pocketing jeongin’s cv, “swing by tomorrow at 4 and we’ll work that out, yeah?”

jeongin went home a Happy Boy and the next day at exactly 4:37 he had landed himself a sweet job at cafe glow

ever since that day a few months ago, jeongin had been learning the ins and outs of the cafe

he’s learnt all about where felix hides his ‘secret’ stash of sweets, where to kick if the machines ever go down and jisung’s ability to not stop talking

jisung’s the guy in charge of training jeongin bc chan doesn’t trust felix with another human’s life and minho, an older uni student that works here part time, is way too busy flirting with customers to get more tips those uni fees won’t pay themselves u go bby

and chan himself already has a lot to deal with since he mainly works in the kitchens

so jisung has taken jeongin under his wing and taught him how to make all drinks (despite there being a manual for this) and how to deal with the customers

and even tho jisung is only 5 months older than jeongin, he n e v e r misses an opportunity to baby the hecc out of him

“what are the different cup sizes we have?”

“uh,, small,, medium and large??”

“goSH jeonGIN you’re so smART!!!! ily!!! what cAN’T you do???”

jisung’s overdramatic as hell but he means well

and it’s always funny when jeongin teams up with felix (still a pretty rare occassion) to prank jisung

one day jeongin had a test after school so he couldn’t come by

and ofc he let chan know this in advance but he and felix decided not to tell jisung

jisung was waiting around for jeongin to come and he literally almost started crying when felix told him an hour later that jeongin wasn’t gonna come

“,,m,y bab y ? jeonginnie??? wh at do u me an,, he won’t com,e??? felix you a s s don’t l i e to m,e,, :((((”

they even got minho to record the whole thing not for free ofc, and minho’s services are n o t cheap, but it was totally worth it

felix screenshot jisung’s crying face and it’s now the display picture of their glow gang group chat

which btw never shuts up bc: during the day (and work hours) felix, jisung and jeongin will be spamming it, during the evening minho will complain abt all the uni work he’s got to do, after dinner time the youngsters are back on it sending memes until like 2am, and then by 4am chan finally gets on and complains abt the boys killing his storage with their dumb memes & he gives any updates abt the next day’s schedule if need be

it’s a great system, hella wild and random, but jeongin loves it nonetheless

now for the part where u, dear reader, come in!!

it’s just an ordinary day, a bit quieter than usual but jeongin’s not complaining bc it gives him time to finish off some of his hw while he’s at the till

he looks up when the door chime rings and

(°ロ°) !

he’s vvv obviously staring at u as u walk in, his pen drops on the counter and his mouth is :0

damn yn you’ve broken jeongin

but does he care???

yes

is he stopping?????

also yes but you’ve already seen his dumbstruck face and he realises he was caught just staring at u when u walk up to him with a shy smile on your face

he doesn’t know what’s come over him

and he doesn’t mean to be some typical teenage boi straight out of a high school drama

but u just look so pretty he couldn’t help but?? go heart eyes??

he’s trying not to lose his cool when u finally reach the counter

“hi!” he grins, “welcome to cafe glow, what can i get for you?”

you order your drink and watch as jeongin types away at the computer

he’s rlly hoping the screen blocks his blush bc he’s still (´♡‿♡`)’ing and he’s pretty sure he can feel his blush at this point

“is there anything else i can get you?”

your number

he finds your thinking face so cute!! the way u bite ur lip a little as your eyes glaze over the sweet treats they have on display

he d i e s when u look back up at him and ask, “anything you’d recommend?”

he keeps his cool as he says some of his fave desserts, and you choose the cheesecake

“alright! will you be eating in or is that to-glow go”

his heart swells when u laugh at his pun but he’s highkey dYinG inside bc he wants u to stay for just a little longer

he almost cries when u say you’re eating in bc !!! yes!!!!!! yay!!!!!!!!!! maybe he could try talking to you!!!!!

“sweet! take a seat anywhere, your food will be made shortly!”

when u go to pay for ur food he’s internally hating felix bc he swears all these mushy feelings he’s experiencing are bc felix made him watch back-to-back romance films

he’s taken money from a lot of customers but he’s never, n e v e r, wanted to just hold their hand and he’s honestly so close to just never letting go of yours rn but he mentally slaps himself

pull it together jeongin u dumbass

when u tell him to keep the change he’s just

s i g h can u get any more perfect

he yeets felix out of the way from the coffee machines and towards the till

“role change, i’m bored!”

“but chan banned me from the tills, he’s gonna kill me!”

“i’ll get jisung on you”

“uGHhgHGHghhhhh”

he’s halfway thru making ur drink when minho sliiiides next to him and slings an arm around his shoulders

“so, innie, who’s the cutie you’re serving?” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

from his short time working here he knows that minho is in love with any kind of gossip and there’s no point in lying to him

esp not with this massive blush on jeongin’s face that’S STILL thERe bc jeongin peeked over and saw you taking out textbooks which means you’re gonna stay here for lo n g er than he thought

and he’s got this huge grin on his face :D

and no one’s ever that happy making coffee

esp not when felix is right next to them singing along to the twice song playing in the cafe

god knows who put felix in charge of the cafe playlist

an y w ay

“does our baby innie have a,,, crushhh on a certain someone???”

“noooooookay maybe? idk i just met them!!”

“:0!!!! our baby’s iN LOVE!!!”

minho said that so loudly!!! jeongin peered over minho’s shoulder and saw that y o u had looked up at the exclamation and he let out a sheepish laugh to try and make the scene look normal

u just grinned at him and he almost swooned

minho’s shouting alerted jisung who deadass ran from the other side of the cafe

jisung, out of breath: wh-what do u mean,, in love,,,??? you’re too young for that ://

even chan popped out from the kitchen. “jeongin loves someone?? how cute, who is it- felix, what the hell are u doing there, didn’t i ban u from the tills??”

“blame loverboy!”

“gUYsss :((( let me wORk!!”

“u do u, innie, go get ‘em tiger!” minho said, smirking as he took a step back

the other boys stayed quiet as well, chan filling up the front display with the baked goods he freshly made

jeongin quietly got to finishing off ur drink and grabbed a cheesecake slice to carry over to you

“h-hey,” he started, placing the plate and drink beside your textbook, “sorry it took so long,,,”

“that’s alright,” you smiled and all his worries literally washed away, “was everything okay back there?”

“yeah,” he rubbed the back of his neck, smiling shyly, “minho’s just easily excited and nosy, a terrible combination really”

u laughed at that and he grinned, his nerves easing away

“u guys seem really close,” when he saw u quickly look over to the counters he turned as well, just in time to see all four of them rush to try and act natural (altho jisung just dropped to the ground so he’s really a lost cause)

“they’re really crazy, but they do mean well,” he grinned, “except felix, avoid him at all costs”

“i’ll keep that in mind,” you chuckled when jeongin pointed out who felix was and felix just glared back at him, as tho he knew jeongin was talking shit abt him

“well,” he started, realising he should go bc a big group of customers had just entered, “i’ll leave u to it, i hope u enjoy ur food. let me know if u need anything else!”

he headed back to the counter, a HUGE grin on his face, he’s so glad his back is to u bc he’d be so embarassed if u saw

it’s bad enough minho saw and is non-stop teasing him abt it now

throughout his shift minho was just taunting him, cooing “innie’s in love~”

as he was dealing with other customers and running around the cafe, he’d make quick eye contact with u and each time he did, u let out the softest smiles, he’s pretty sure he’s never smiled this much

abt an hour later when the rush had died down, jeongin looked over to see that!!! u were still there!!!!!

he fixed up a quick mango smoothie, smth he always found super refreshing, and headed over to your table

“h-hey?” he tapped your shoulder when he noticed u had your headphones in

“oh, hey! i, uh, i didn’t order this?”

“yeah, it’s,, it’s on the house, thought you might need a pick-me-up, you’ve been working rly hard”

“ahh thank you!!!” u grinned at him so cutely, “would u like to sit down?”

he nodded too enthusiastically but he hopes u didn’t pick up on that ((u did)) as he sat down opposite you

for the next 30 mins? hour?? neither of u know

u guys just talked

he’s thanking god that there was no rush in customers bc he enjoyed spending time just talking to u

the conversation seemed to flow so?? naturally???

he found out ur name and that u go to a nearby school sadly not the same one as him

and u were taking the scenic route home instead of ur normal walking path or using the bus which is why he’d never seen u before

he’s so glad that fate brought u here today tho!!!! eternally grateful that u made that wise choice!!!

when ur phone buzzed with a message from ur family he finally realised that it was getting late

he watched almost in tears as u packed ur stuff up, thanking him for the drinks and snacks that he definitely didn’t steal from felix’s hidden stash

he went back to the counter, stars in his eyes as he leaned against the counter, opposite minho who was chilling by the till

“so, how’d it go? did u get their number??”

jeongin: (❤ω❤)

jeongin, 0.02 secs later: ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ

felix, jumping in: “pls don’t tell me u spent all that time,,,,, and u didn’t get their number-”

minho: “loverboi was too busy making moves, eh?”

jeongin’s mood instantly dropped and he was so close to just headbutting the counter then and there

what if u never come back????

what if u came back when he wasn’t there?????

what if you’re on ur way here but then u see another cafe and u go there instead and fall in love with a barista there???????

jeongin’s 2 seconds away from pouting for all eternity when chan comes over and pats him on the back, “i’m sure they’ll come back!”

jeongin’s praying the old man’s right

and he is!!!!!!! cliche ik

u didn’t come back the next day which broke jeongin’s heart and he was honestly so close to losing all hope bc he’s incredibly dramatic like that

but u come back the day after!!!

jeongin’s wiping down a table when u enter and u spot him instantly and wave

he waves back but the cloth he’s holding slips from his hand onto the ground

and he rushes to pick it up but hits his head on the table when he tries standing up again

and he’s in so much pain but he just nervously laughs it away esp when he sees ur half worried, half trying-not-to-laugh-aloud face

when he sees u walking to him -- not the counter -- he’s counting to 100 in 3 seconds to try and calm himself down to not look like even more of a fool

“is the table okay?”

“yeah, i’m alri- hey, rude!” he pouts, faking a sniffle and rubbing his head

“i’m kidding, jeongin” (he had to bite his lip to not squEAL when u said his name) “are you okay? that looked painful :((”

“i’ll live,” he fake sobbed, rubbing away imaginary tears with the cloth in his hand before he realised what he’d just done and dropped it on the table in disgust (he highkey dieddd when u laughed at him again) “ew, i’m sorry you had to see all this”

“it’s fine,” you grinned, scrunching ur nose when u saw the wet smears on his face, “but u got a lil smth there” u pointed to ur own cheek

jeongin wanted to CRY

he knows he’s a cute boi (he uses this to his advantage whenever he can)

but rn??

he knows he looks like the epitome of a grade A DumbassTM

he just let out the longest s i g h

“i’ll be right back!”

he rushed off to the back and sorted himself out (and quickly iced his head)

he came back out to see u sitting down at the same table as last time

as soon as he came thru the doors u looked up and held out thumb, an eyebrow raised

and he reciprocated the gesture, telling u he’s all okay now!

he found it so cute that u cared!!! his heart: on fire!!

felix walked right to him, pulling him along to the coffee machines as he told him ur order

“u owe me one now loverboi!”

jeongin prepped ur food and took it to u like last time

but this time u initiated the conversation

“felix isn’t all that bad, y’know?” you said, holding onto your hot drink as it warmed ur hands up

“for now,” jeongin started, “trust me, if u ever have the misfortune of seeing him act cute, you’ll regret ever saying that.”

your nose scrunched as you imagined that -- jeongin gasped when he saw and then prayed you didn’t see that -- before you let out the cutest laugh he’s ever heard, “yeah, i can’t imagine that looking nice”

you two talked for a bit more until jeongin had to get back to the counter and take orders

he popped up at your table when he could, offering felix’s sweets and a refill

“do you treat all your customers like this? free drinks isn’t good for business, y’know?”

he went bright red at your teasing bc “nope, you’re special!” -- his eyes went w i d e when he said that and, if it was possible, his cheeks went redder -- but god, was it worth it bc your eyes sparkled and your blooming blush was so pretty he was starstruck

he cleared his throat, let out the most nervous chuckle ever, put the lemonade on your table before diving behind the counter

he could practically hear minho’s smirk from all the way over here

great.

it took a little while longer for him to psych himself up to go over to you again after that disaster

but seeing you pack up your bag made him forget everything and run up to you

“hey, you’re done already?” he asked, pouting as you put your last book away

“yeah, i’ve gotta help make dinner soon,” you replied, fixing your bag over your shoulder, “thanks for the drink, it was great!”

“y-yeah, no problem!” you loved his drink!! score!!!! “come again soon, yeah?”

“definitely,” you winked -- you winked, god his heart was weak -- before waving and taking your leave

felix slid up next to him, throwing his arm around jeongin’s shoulders

“pls tell me you got their number this time”

shit.

the top gif is jeongin’s face right now

#stray kids #yang jeongin #straykidznet #sk-writersnet #yang jeongin scenarios #stray kids scenarios #skz scenarios #jeongin scenarios #stray kids fluff #yang jeongin fluff #jeongin fluff #skz fluff #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #yang jeongin imagines #jeongin imagines #jgn

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dreamsinthefoxhollow · 4 years ago

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Friendless walk

I am sharing a house with some friends. It's some condo or townhouse in a nice neighborhood. It's very clean and tidy. The buildings are really nice in whites with dark brown trim. There are manicured grassy knolls around the buildings. The streets are paved with sidewalks and streetlights. Everything is clean and taken care of. Everything is just .... nice.

It had been raining for a long time, so the normally clean everything around was clean and glistening wetly, giving it all a surreal sort of look. The sky was overcast and the light hazy and shadowless. The main road coming through the neighborhood was sloped. Just past the place I was in it had a sharp T intersection with a road that ran alongside a grassy overflow canal. Clear-ish waster was flowing down the roadway and over the small embankment into the slowly-moving water in the canal. It was like an asphalt stream running between the buildings.

I amused myself by thinking how funny it would be to see a car washed down that stream and into the canal, driving along in the water then splooshing into the canal like some sort of discarded soda can.

A moment later, a silver car comes rushing down the street, in the sheet of running water, going much faster than the water could ever hope to move it. It launched into the berm at the canal then bunny-hopped into the deep water.

Just as some people floated up from the half-submerged car I noticed there was other stuff in the canal. One was what looked like a bright orange backhoe, flipped upside down and almost fully submerged. There were more people swimming in the water, wearing bright safety vests. I think the car that went into the water was a police car. It's now a rescue.

I go back inside from the balcony overlooking the canal drama. My friends, all college aged and wearing hip clothing, have all gathered up in the main room to discuss dinner. There's four or five of us in total. No one really knows what we should have. The suggestions pile up. Calzones? Pizza? Everything sounds really good at the moment. I realize one friend isn't really paying attention to the rest of us or the menu items. He's in a bright red shirt, as we have come to expect from him, and he's snuggled up to a girl on one of the smaller white couches in the room.

The rain has stopped and I head outside for some fresh air. I'm barefoot, but it doesn't matter. Everything is so well kept and clean there's no danger at all of treading on anything that could hurt. The weather is always perfect and I never get cold or hot.

I never bothered to wear shoes at all.

It takes a few minutes to walk all the way around the block, and I head back to the townhouse. Something is different about it. It feels darker, and less inviting. I only pace halfway along the sidewalk leading to the door and stare at the balcony. No lights are on. The curtains are closed. I call out briefly, but there is no reply or movement. The place seems abandoned. I backstep some to the sidewalk alongside the street. Movement catches my eye. Up the road I notice two people hugging and walking with each other. I can't tell if it's my friend in the red shirt or someone else. They have different hair. It's longer, in punk spikes sticking upwards, but also frizzy.

I suddenly feel extremely lonely and alone.

I aimlessly wander around the neighborhood. Something catches my attention to break my mood. I thought I saw something half buried in the soil under some hedges. I toed at the soil to feel something hard. It's white. A ... piece of metal or plastic? Oh, no. It's just a root. The feelings and emotions return and I start walking a little faster. I head out of the neighborhood.

I found my way to a small strip mall that was near the neighborhood. It's on a busier street with more traffic and people walking around. I look at the shops and pass a few, then find one in particular and head inside. It's a shoe store, just really small. There's maybe one or two display racks with shoes on them, and some stuff on the walls, but that's really all there is room for in the place. Just my presence and the shopkeeper fill it out. Even so, there's plenty of room to walk around without bumping into anything. The shopkeeper is a round, dark-skinned man. He's dressed in some modern hip-hop style and reminds me of some non-famous rapper who is trying to live incognito. He's actually really friendly and nice in greeting me.

I tell him that I want to buy some shoes. He helps me into a chair and we both looks at my feet. Sine I hadn't been wearing shoes my feet were very dirty, just from picking up dust from walking, and also from digging in the soil under the hedges earlier. I apologize and try to stand up to leave, but he says not to worry. It's all good. He vanished for a moment in the darkness of the shop. That's when I realize there are no lights on inside the place. It's only lit by the light coming in through the large glass window and door at the front. He returns with a pair of soft grey shoes which looks like a cross between slippers and sports sneakers. They look very expensive, but I try one on anyway. Surprisingly, it feels very comfortable. It's much softer than I expected. The man checks the fit and tells me it's a great fit, if I want it. I take a closer look at it and realize it's actually one size larger than I normally wear, but the fit does feel fantastic. I agree to buy them, no matter the price.

But I notice there is an issue. The one I didn't try on is a different size and is a slightly different shoe. While both are grey, one is darker and has black accents that the other doesn't. The man looks slightly concerned and takes it and vanishes into the darkness again. He returns a moment later with a matching shoe.

It turns out I have a hell of a lot of money in an account someplace. I pull out some kind of credit card that has some glowing 3D stuff floating over it in oranges and reds. It's a link to an account someplace, and the account shows an enormous amount of money. The man is impressed. I shouldn't be buying these shoes with an account like that. I should be buying entire countries. I thank the man and leave the shop, wearing the soft shoes.

It is time for me to leave.

I am going to be walking a long distance, now. I'm going to walk to the next city, a few dozen miles away. The shoes are going to keep my feet happy in the hard concrete of the city. From there I can catch some transportation out of the area.

I don't have any friends in this place, anymore.

I don't have any reason to stay.

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stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale · 5 years ago

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[black eyes and busted lips]

Day 21: "I missed you.” #twdgdrabblechallenge

Note: This took so long to finish. I had two different ideas for this that I tried to combine but it wasn’t working so I had to rewrite it. Anyway, here’s some more Mitch.

AO3

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Justin’s in his bed.

Which is bullshit because Justin has his own damn bed not even five steps away, a bed that he hasn’t even slept in for the past two weeks!

But no, he’s lying face first in Mitch’s pillow, spread out across Mitch��s mattress, and rolled up in Mitch’s blanket.

He’s never wanted to kick Justin’s ass as hard as he does now, and that’s saying a lot.

After the initial shock of the sight before him, Mitch makes sure to slam the door shut extra hard, the wooden frame vibrating with such force that it makes Justin jump, but not much. He keeps his face hidden in the pillow and groans.

“Hey, dipshit,” Mitch scowls. “What the hell are you doing?”

No response.

Mitch kicks the frame.

“That’s my bed.”

“Don’t see your name on it,” Justin snaps back without any real bite, words partially muffled by the pillow.

“My name-” Is he fucking serious?

Justin socks him in the face and then doesn’t talk to him for two whole fucking weeks- two weeks!- goes out of his way to completely avoid Mitch, going as far as to sleep in one of the empty rooms by himself, and now he’s back and curled up in his bed?

No, he doesn’t just get to do that after the shit he’s pulled.

Gripping the blanket, Mitch yanks it off.

Justin doesn’t move, but he lightly shivers, curling in on himself.

Fuck.

Rolling onto his back, Justin stares up at the top bunk, forcing himself to avoid Mitch’s hard stare rubbing his face with his hands. The spotting of healed over wounds still kiss his knuckles, red and angry.

Arms folded over his chest, Mitch kicks the frame again.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Mitch demands, forcing his voice deeper, an attempt at being intimidating.

Justin’s dark eyes dart towards him quick beneath the mess of curls, but the weariness weighs heavy in them and through the contours of his thin face.

“Hiding,” he answers quietly, unnaturally timid.

Fuck.

Mitch doesn’t even need any more of an answer.

After the whole thing with Minnie blew up in Justin’s face- just like Mitch said it would- the news spread around the school just as fast as Minnie could run her mouth.

It started out small and truthful: Justin asked Minnie to teach him how to dance, then he kissed her. Minnie got mad, pushed him away, and stormed out.

By the time it got to Mitch, the story was that Justin professed his undying love for Minnie with a terrible dance, shoved his entire tongue down her throat, and cried when Minnie kicked him in the nuts. Then, Mitch confronted him about it because, apparently, he’s in love with her now, too- Jesus fucking Christ- and their little fight in the courtyard was about Minnie’s honor and affection and nothing else.

And that’s just one of the stupid fucking versions.

A miserable two weeks on all levels, but he didn’t bother explaining himself to the others. He wasn’t about to give them the satisfaction of taking his words out of context to play their little drama-filled game of telephone.

He knows why he wrote that shit all over Ericson, he knows why that fight broke out between them, why he busted Justin’s lip open and tackled him to the ground, he knows why he’s pissed off.

He does.

Justin’s an asshole. That’s why. That’s the reason.

Mitch’s got nothing to prove to anybody, no reason to explain himself.

At least the others knew to leave him alone.

Justin wasn’t so lucky.

Most of the girls are avoiding him, opting to say nasty things about him rather than have any interaction with him. The guys were another story, most of them not caring about the stupid nonsense buzzing around and still willing to talk to Justin.

Except for Mitch. He hasn’t talked to him since the fight.

Never a dull fucking moment at Ericson.

Their room is quiet, awkwardly so, damn uncomfortable- Mitch has to roll his shoulders, turn away from the depressing sight of Justin and move.

Justin’s gym bag rests on desk, dirty clothes pouring out from the opening along with a book- that’s where his bird book went the fucker- and something shiny. Snatching the book, Mitch inspects it for any sign of damage until a noticeable clang falls upon the wooden surface.

A watch?

A disgustingly expensive-looking watch, heavy with real silver and chip in the glass, one that Justin nor his family could ever afford in their lifetime.

“What’s this?”

The guilt is immediate.

“A watch, dumbass.”

“Uh-huh,” Mitch frowns. “Where’d you get it?”

“Found it.”

Justin’s good at a lot of things, theft being one of them, but he’s a shit liar and always has been. That paired with his sticky fingers is what got him sent here in the first place.

Mitch sighs, looking the watch over in hands in hopes of finding a name or something. A watch like this is usually engraved but not this one. Shit, he’d have to snoop around and see just where Justin “found” this later.

He pockets it, waiting for Justin to throw a fit, but he doesn’t. He only stares at Mitch with such a despondent stare that Mitch wants to deck him in his stupid face, then maybe they could have matching black eyes.

“How’s your face?” Justin asks suddenly as if reading his mind. Or maybe the bruising’s still that noticeable. “You can see, right?”

“Obviously.”

“I just mean it’s not swollen anymore, asshole,” Justin pulls himself up, slumping his shoulders, stare fixated on his hands. “I didn’t mean to hit you that hard.”

“Yes, you did.”

“...Yeah, but only because you’re a dick.”

“Oh, I’m a dick,” Mitch scoffs. “Fuck you.”

“Fuck you!” Justin’s off the bed, stumbling over the blanket curled up on the ground. “You wrote that shit all over the place! Everyone saw it! ‘Justin fucked a walker,’ God, what’s wrong with you!”

“Yeah, well, you attacked me first!”

“Because I knew you did it! And now Minnie won’t talk to me and every- everybody hates me-”

“Oh, shut up, no one hates you!”

“God, you’re so-” Justin chokes, and Mitch finally realizes that he’s crying. Justin falls back onto the bed, face in his hands as he sobs.

Fuck, fuck, fuck-

That’s not-

He didn’t-

Justin wipes his nose on his sleeve, practically hyperventilating as he tries to breathe through his tears. Mitch is frozen, heart hammering too hard and brain malfunctioning with the question what am I supposed to do?

“I didn’t even kiss her,” Justin chokes out. “I tried to but she didn’t want to because she doesn’t like- she doesn’t like me and I got mad and kicked her out and then she told everyone and then you- you’re supposed to be my friend and you write shit like that for no reason because you think it’s funny-”

“I-”

“-and now no one wants to talk to me except fucking Louis and God, I hate him so, so, so much I-” Justin hiccups, eyes red and glossy as he motions towards Mitch “-I’m- I’m such-”

He’s off the bed again, and Mitch thinks he’s going to hit him, and he’s going to let him, but the impact isn’t what he expects. Instead of a fist colliding with his jaw, arms are wrapping around his waist and his chin tickles with the brush of soft curls.

The heat of it, the contact, it melts through his clothes, his flesh, and seeps down into his bones. His pulse vibrates in his cheeks, blood pumping so fast he might pass out.

“I fucking missed you, man,” Justin shakes his head, “even if you are an asshole and I hate you because I got no one else.”

What the fuck...?

What the fuck?

Mitch is hugging him back, he realizes, and it’s awkward and weird but it’s not terrible, not really. Except for the crying part, he could do without that.

When Justin pulls back, he’s cold despite the heat staining his cheeks and neck.

Justin slaps him.

“Ow, fuck!”

“That’s for being a prick,” Justin sniffles.

A fuck you is on the tip of his tongue, but Mitch bites it back, reaching out and yanking on a chunk of Justin’s hair.

“Hey!”

“That’s for the black eye.”

They glare at each other, but that hostility breaks when one of them snorts out a laugh. Mitch doesn’t know if it’s him or not, but they’re chuckling together with only Justin’s swollen eyes and Mitch’s flushed cheeks remaining from the fight.

“Sorry,” Justin wipes his eyes. “Didn’t mean to turn into such a girl.”

“Eh,” Mitch shrugs. “Not much different than you usually are.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“You’re like a clingy girlfriend.”

“Fuck you, don’t be gay.”

A jolt shoots through his gut, making him cough and quickly and loudly retaliate, “Then don’t be such a girl, dickwad!”

“Jesus, okay,” Justin rolls his eyes, pushing him out of the way to begin filing his clothes back into their respective drawers.

A sense of relief washes over him.

Mitch wouldn’t ever tell him, not in a million goddamn year, that he had missed him, too.

Justin, this little shit who thought he was six feet tall and unbreakable but really, was fragile, who felt impulses to take what wasn’t his and then would lie horribly about it when caught, who has lived in this room with him since their first days in this hellhole, who was too scared to move out because he hated being alone, who wanted nothing more than Minnie to look at him like he hung the moon in the sky and gave it it’s beautiful glow.

Justin, who was an asshole but who was also his best friend, whether he liked it or not. Who helped him take care of Willy even though he could barely stand the kid, who hated Louis for little to no reason just because, who once called Ruby a fat, hillbilly troll then cried when she whacked him with a wooden spoon so hard that it left a welt on his arm.

Justin, who liked comic books and kept a gross porn collection under his bed, who thought Almond Joys were the best candy bar in the world, who couldn’t shoot a bow straight to save his life, who gave Mitch a dumb book on birds, who told Mitch through his tears that he missed him.

Justin, who Mitch had missed so damn much these past two weeks it nearly drove him to uncover that secret stash of booze Justin keeps under his bed and drink all of it, even if he loathes the taste of alcohol.

Justin...

“Can I have my watch back?”

“Your watch?”

“Finders keepers.”

“Well, in that case, I found it and it’s mine now,” Mitch smirks. “Finders keepers.”

“Asshole.”

Missed you, too, he thought.

#twdgdrabblechallenge #twdg mitch #twdg justin #twdg willy #twdg minerva #twdg louis

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cloudy-coyote · 6 years ago

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Necessity

A/N: Welcome to chapter 1 of Necessity! This Supernatural fic is super plot twisty, I like keeping it chill in the beginning and then switching it up when you least expect it! If you love lots of drama, mystery and intense conflicts, here you go. There will def be some romance blossoming, slow build to smutty goodness, it's a good fic, I swear.

Chapter 1: The Last Day

April 5th, 2019

"Eva!" Her mother, Eleanor hollers.

Her eyes shoot open at the sound. It usually takes her a few minutes to actually get up. Whether it's scrolling through Instagram on her phone or stretching her body out, she takes her time. The sunlight was pouring in through the curtains; there was a gentle breeze from her ceiling fan. Then she begins to smell the sizzling bacon and her legs kick into gear.

During the fall semester she despised getting up early for classes, so this semester she got only afternoon and evening classes. Still reveling in the feeling of waking up later, Eva gracefully clothes herself in a pair of sweatpants, keeping her oversized sleep shirt on. She grabs her phone, leaves her room and heads on downstairs, passing all the glowing windows. She's not typically a morning person, but waking up at 11:30 is much nicer than 7:00 AM, not to mention that spring has always been her favorite season.

Spring is jam-packed with blooming flowers, singing birds and soaring butterflies. As soon as you walk outside you're met with beautiful colors and scents of greenery. It's amazing walking weather; you usually don't have to wear coats because it's never too hot or too cold. Everything is absolutely perfect, except-

"Rain," Her father sighs, "It's going to be pouring by the time your classes end."

She enters the kitchen, the smell of breakfast overwhelming her. She takes a seat next to her Dad, Augustus, also known as Gus.

"Well I can't pick her up, I have to go visit my Mother today," Eleanor says. She hands Eva a plate, as well one to her brother Charley.

"It's fine, Mom, I can just walk."

"You're going to have to bring an umbrella with you," Charley comments.

"I know Charley, that was pretty obvious," Eva rolls her eyes, 'such a simple-minded man,' she thinks to herself. She serves herself some bacon and eggs before filling up a glass of water.

She's the youngest of three, only 18. Her oldest brother is Charley, who is 24 years old, her second oldest is brother is Oliver, she calls him Oli for short, and he's 21.

Her mother finishes serving herself as well; Gus, Charley and Eva already diving into their meals. Just as she sits down she recognizes the empty seat.

"Where's your brother?"

To this Charley snorts, "Where do you think?"

"Stayed up all night again?" Gus asks.

This was a common occurrence. And I know what you're thinking, must be a hard partier, huh? No, that's not the case. In fact, it's quite the opposite. Her brother, Oliver, has a really hard time getting sleep. They're not sure exactly what it is. Perhaps he's a light sleeper, or maybe its nightmares, maybe anxiety—could be anything. If there's one thing Eva knows for sure, it's that his sleeping habits are a popular subject of gossip in her house. They always talk about him when he's not around, complaining about how concerned they are. Sometimes he'll even be in the same room and they'll still talk about him to each other as if he's not there. She'd be lying if she said it didn't make her feel guilty.

"At least he's asleep now," Eva comments.

Gus nods. He has bright blue eyes and jet-black hair. Well, used to be jet-black, now it's more like salt and pepper. Eva didn't get his eyes, or his hair, or his height, but she got his personality. There's something about her, that all of her older cousins and Aunts and Uncles comment on. It could be their face shapes, their smiles, nobody knows what it is about the two of them that is so strikingly similar, but it's there.

Her mother, on the other hand, she has big, chocolaty doe eyes, which is exactly what Eva inherited. She is also the same height as her Mom and almost same hair color. Eleanor has a light; hazel colored hair whereas Eva's is a much darker brown. She's sweet, she's caring but she's also incredibly timid. Charley and Oliver take a lot after their mother. They can be shy, can be sweet and could do with a little more assertiveness, exactly like Eleanor. But despite all of their passiveness, they are the most welcoming, warm people on the Earth.

It's funny because the whole family looks unrelated-- like a mismatched bunch. Charley has his mother's light feathery hair, her eye color, but Gus's eye shape and height. Oliver has the jet-black hair, just like his father, but his mother's height and his mother's eyes. And while Eleanor is more on the shy, dependent side, Gus is assertive and sovereign. He has the reputation of sometimes overstepping boundaries—maybe being a little too controlling. And unfortunately, in this family, most of them just go along with it due to their passive nature. That is until Eva came along.

Eva is a little firecracker and a straight copy of her dad. She's always been over-cautious like him, very honest, very assertive. They tend to have the same opinions, but on occasion when he's overstepping, she's the one to hash it out with him. They have a strong relationship.

"How's your modern poetry class going?" Gus asks Charley.

"It's..." He pauses, "Interesting."

"That bad?" Eva asks. Charley majors in Philosophy and Poetry. These are actually his last few classes before he graduates.

He rolls his eyes, "I didn't say it was bad."

"So you like it?" His mom asks. Instead of nodding, he shakes his head. Finding his words, his hand naturally finds his chin as he plays with the light stubble.

"It's just not my style of writing," He re-words, "Kind of weird to be honest."

They all fall silent, concluding the conversation. Eva finishes her food just as fast as Charley. Being both fast eaters, they scarf their meals down and usually leave the table before everyone else.

"So, how did you sleep?" Her mother asks her. Eva looks up from her empty dish to find her Mother's warm eyes.

"It was okay, how about you?"

Her mom sighs, "I stayed up watching tv until...what, like 3 in the morning?"

"Was Oli up too?" Eva asks.

"I think so, I saw the hall light on."

Eva only hums in acknowledgment, not really finding words. It's only a moment of silence before her Mother goes on to tell her about the movie she was watching. Reflecting on what she thought was such an inspiring story. It was a film about the world, it's culture and all the things we could do better.

"Did you know that in Finland, there's no college tuition?" Eleanor exclaims, "But of course in America, every single student is in debt,"

"Including me," Eva adds.

Both of them give a little laugh at the absurdity. 'It really is ridiculous,' Eva thinks to herself. Eventually, Eleanor goes back to finishing her breakfast and Eva silently listens to her brother ramble.

Once Charley finished he had quickly brought his notebook to the table. He pulled out a little packet full of poems and began making his last touches to his assignment. Once he finishes, he slides it back into his bag and grabs his dish.

"Analyzing the poetry is pretty awful, it's nothing like Emily Dickenson," Charley says as he starts cleaning up, "But I do like it when we have discussions about them in class."

"Why's that?" Their dad asks.

Charley continues to wash his dish over the sink before stacking it in the dishwasher, "I don't think anyone else can take the poems seriously either, so it's funny. Plus, all you have to do is raise your hand, say 'I interpreted this to be very self-deprecating', and then the Professor gives you a point, so easy."

"-Sorry for interrupting," Eleanor interjects, "I have to head out, bingo starts at 1:00. Can you wash the pans too?"

"No need to rush, you know your Mother's never ready on time anyway," Gus comments. Eleanor gives him a sarcastic dry laugh, 'always making jokes about Grandma,' Eva thinks to herself. Her Mom gives her Dad a quick peck on his cheek. She hugs Eva and hurries out the door.

Charley steadily grabs both pans, bringing them to the sink and loading them up with soap. He continues to talk with his dad. Charley muses about his Philosophy courses as usual, and Eva begins to drown them out. She picks up her phone, unlocking it. The first thing she notices is a bunch of texts from her friends she seemed to miss.

Sliding on the notifications, she reads, 'I hope she's ok'. This prompts her to scroll up; whom could they be talking about? She finally gets to the beginning,

'Did you guys hear about Amber?'

'No what happened?'

'it hasn't been 48 hours yet, but her parents think she's missing,'

'holy shit,'

'they said she didn't come home last night and nobody could get ahold of her this morning. Nobody's seen her either,'

"Oh my God," Eva whispers. Her brother and dad both pause their conversation, fixing their attention on her.

"What's wrong?" Her Dad asks.

"Amber Shirley is missing."

Her dad immediately jumps from his seat. As mentioned before, he's a very cautious person. He constantly watches the news, hearing about all the bad things that occur. It only feeds his anxieties but now-- now he has something to actually worry about.

"It's only been like, 20 hours," Eva continues, "But she's not home, nobody knows where she is,"

"Oh God," Her dad sighs, "I should call the Shirley's." He picks up the home phone to dial their number. As he talks to them, she goes back to her phone to anxiously read more texts.

'do you think it was a party?'

'nobody party's that hard on Wednesdays,'

'plus she was commuting'

'you guys I think she was doing drugs,'

'really?'

'why do you say that'

'yea did you hear that from somebody?'

'idk these past few weeks she'd been acting so weird'

'what do you mean?'

'she thought her house was haunted,'

'we all knew that, her house is a bit creepy tbh,'

'no, she legitimately was becoming paranoid. she thought something was trying to kill her,'

'like she even started skipping bio because she wasn't sleeping'

'did her parents know?'

'I think she tried to talk to them, im not sure'

'but she was like really scared you guys, she must've been on something really hard'

'shit'

'that's terrifying'

'I really hope it's not heroin,'

'I hope she's ok'

'me too' Eva sends the quick text.

Now Eva finally catches up, she's even more scared. It's very surreal to have something like a friend go missing. She's never dealt with crime in her life, so it all seemed so far away from her until now. The idea that Amber could be gone is frightening. For once in her life she was nervous to go to classes, and not because of exams.

From the moment she read that Amber was missing, an eerie shiver blew up her spine. Even after trying to hope that Amber was safe, that she was okay, praying she wasn't hurt-- that creepy feeling just won't shake off. Her mind won't stop frenzying over what could have possibly happened, what she could have done or even worse, what someone else could have done to her. The idea that someone dangerous could be walking around the streets of Willow only magnified her anxiety.

She checks the time, 12:25 pm. Her classes start soon, so she begrudgingly pushes herself up the steps to get ready.

"Eva, where are you going?" Her dad calls from the kitchen.

"To get ready for class."

"Ok, but you're not walking home tonight, not with Amber missing,"

She nods her head in agreement, "But who will pick me up?"

"Ask your friends, or take an Uber I guess," He says.

"Sounds good."

She makes her way up the stairs to her room; ridding herself of the saggy sweatpants and worn out black tee. She moves rather slowly. Her brain still in frenzy and her body seemingly rusted. It just didn't feel right today. Studying herself in the mirror, she slowly grazes a hand over her necklace. It's probably the most pretty and most precious thing she owns. It's a family 'hand me down', if you will. She got it as a baptismal gift from her Godmother and hasn't taken it off since. The dainty silver chain and tiny blue jewel can compliment almost all of her wardrobe.

She makes note of the extra windy and rainy weather today. Taking a nice pair of true denim overalls, she slides them over her legs. She finds a thick, cropped pullover that was a baby pink and dresses herself in the fleecy garment. She picks a nice pair of wooly socks, grabs her black rain boots. She twists her hair into a messy bun, before throwing on her matching black raincoat.

She sends a quick text to her friends, 'My dad is talking to the Shirley's rn. I still can't believe she's missing.'

'Same'

'My mom wants to bring them some muffins.'

'I think we should start a search party or something'

(Eva) 'That's a good idea. Also, can any of you give me a ride back home later?'

'Don't think so.'

'I can't!'

'Still don't have my license.'

'Maybe take an Uber?'

(Eva) 'Yeah, sounds like that's what I'm gonna do.'

She makes her way downstairs, seeing her Dad still on her phone and Charley at the dining room table studying. She looks to the kitchen to gratefully see Oliver groggily getting a bowl of Cheerios.

"Morning Oli," She greets while looking for an umbrella. He looks in her direction mumbling a gentle 'hello' back. She finally finds a large umbrella buried in her closet. It has a big wooden staff and a simple brown fabric. She sets it by the front door.

Oliver sits at the table watching YouTube on his IPad, while slowly but surely eating his Cheerios. It's the usual routine for him, he's either asleep when she's awake, or he's on his IPad. She grabs her glass from earlier this morning and refills it. She has a couple of minutes before she has to leave, so she decides to get extra hydrated. Walking to campus and all the way around it can be a little of a workout.

She plops down next to Oli, "So how'd you sleep?" He pauses the video, shifting his attention to her. His black hair is clearly disheveled from just being asleep, his eyes still heavy as well.

"It was fine," He shrugs. He's always been one to downplay his problems. Oliver hates being overwhelmed with everyone else's anxieties, so he tends to be vague, and always calm.

"Could've slept more?" She adds.

"Yeah," It's silent for a moment, "You know, I heard about, uh, Amber,"

Eva forces out a breath, her mind circling back to the fearful subject. It's as if all of a sudden her mouth is dry as a desert. She reaches for her water.

She doesn't really want to talk about Amber unless it's about her being found. She can't stand the nerve-wracking sensation of thinking about her—of where she is, of how bad it is, or if she's even still alive. Her mind just seems to go straight to that place, the extreme yet not so crazy idea that Amber could be in a life or death situation. Not to mention, all that they can do is rely on the police at this point. Talking about her—trying to unearth where she is just from guessing does nothing, like literally—nothing. It's helpless, she... Amber, could even be helpless. They're just frozen in a waiting period, can't do anything about it.

"It's just so scary," Is all she manages to say. She glances at her phone, at 12:43 pm.

"Oh, I need to head out," She gulps down the last of her water. Standing up from her seat, she gives Oli an awkward half-smile. Not really being able to conjure up enough energy to fully smile, or keep a conversation going. Throwing her backpack over her shoulder, she picks up the umbrella and as she's walking towards the door she sees a big, cardboard box just a few feet behind it.

"What's this box for?" Eva asks. She hears some shuffling from the dining room before Charley pops his head in the hallway to see.

"Oh, Dad's going to get the old family videos restored," He responds.

"Nice," Eva smiles at the thought. They definitely have some keepers in there, let me tell you. She recalls once when Oli had brought over a cute girl-- which was entirely rare due to his shyness. But of course, the night he brings her over, Eva, 12 at the time, decided to put on some of the old tapes. It plays, everyone excited to see what it is-- low and behold, a video from when Oli was 4 and was running around butt-naked with Pokemon cards. 'God', she cringes at the memory, she felt so bad about embarrassing him.

She unlocks the front door, stepping out before calling out, "Bye, love you guys,"

Eva hears a faint murmur of 'bye' and 'love you too' from the men of the house before the loud shut of the door. No longer in the warmth of her home; no longer with the sounds of Charley's pencil writing, Oli's slow Cheerio chewing, or Gus's sympathetic worries being spoken to the phone. She can hear the clear sound of birds chirping, a light patter of rain, and the barely audible sound of the wind in the trees.

She plugs her earbuds into her phone, unfolds her umbrella and begins to walk. The old peaceful streets of Willow generating natural, calm energy. She tries to focus on the music, the scenery, not daring to let her mind drift to the blood-curtling subject of Amber.

She commutes to Bartley University. The small neighborhood she and her family reside in is called Willow, and she's lived there her entire life. She only has to walk a few blocks before she enters the campus grounds. The street she lives on is interesting because while it's very close to a college, for some reason only half of the occupants are students. The other half of the houses are elderly people, mostly Italian in fact. But because of that, she has such friendly neighbors. Her parents got to be close enough with some that they'd the old Italian couples would bring them homemade wine and Pizelles.

One unfortunate thing she's learned with living in Willow is that most of the sidewalks have uneven foundations. You want to be careful not to drag your feet cause you can very easily trip...which she does all the time. 'Always been clumsy though,' She thinks to herself.

Once she reaches Ryter Street, she turns right into the other many traveling students. And before she knows it, she's passing by the big Lion shaped fountain and enters the History building. As she makes her way down the busy halls, she notices her friend Nora holding a thick stack of papers. And when she looks behind her, she sees a trail of 'Missing: Amber Shirley' posters pinned up on the walls. Right beneath the bold red letters, she sees the picture; Amber's face, plastered all around campus, but the real Amber not anywhere in sight.

Boy, today is going to be tough.

"Don't forget to send me your articles, they need to be peer-reviewed, full text, and strictly correlational!" The Professor calls out. Everyone had begun packing up their items, desperate to get out of here as fast as possible. From all the noise, his voice began to get drowned out. All the kids began to file out of the lecture, and before Eva knew it, she was one of the last few kids left. Normally she's right with the crowd, antsy to get home. Especially since her mother makes the warmest, yummiest food. Her friends tend to get jealous of it actually, since they live in dorms and basically only eat ramen and pizza.

She slowly stands up from her seat. Her mouth feels exceptionally dry again, which is ironic considering how heavily it's pouring outside. She can even hear the bash of thunder from inside the building. Checking her IPhone, 6:30 pm. A few months into this semester, and she's regretting putting all four classes back to back. Ancient Greek History is one hour, Bio 101 is a two-hour long lecture, then she has a Bio Lab, then finally her Psych 101 is only an hour and a half—but still, she's beat.

She opens the Uber app and orders a car. As she waits to see the approximate arrival time, she sits back down into her chair. A constant nervous habit of hers, she starts toying with the little gem on her neck, twisting it between her fingers, sometimes even spinning the chain around her finger.

Approximate Arrival: 6:45 pm.

Right as she's about to head out to the common area, she gets a text from her dad.

'The Police are finally conducting an investigation. They want to talk to you and your friends. What time will you be home?'

(Eva) 'Probably 7:00 pm.

'Okay. Love you. Be safe.'

She sends a quick 'love you too' text back before standing up. She zips up her coat, nice and snug. As she makes it into the halls, she can't help but stare at the floor. Not having the guts to look at Amber's face. It's weird, not being able to control what she's feeling. This new experience is entirely daunting. It's such an unfamiliar emotion to have someone gone from your life that isn't dead yet, nor found yet, just inconclusive of her existence.

She enters the main conversational area, to which she finds is vacant. Usually, it's filled with students due to its comfortable seating arrangements and its beautiful architecture. But here she sees only two students and one janitor. The emptiness she finds rather unsettling, so she plops down on a couch and immediately opens Instagram. As she scrolls through her feed she jumps at the occasional blast of thunder, followed by heavy pounding rain.

As the clock rounds 6:45, she gets a message from her Uber driver:

'Pulled in behind the apartments on 5th'

'I guess the rainfall was causing a lot of flooding down here', she thinks to herself, what other reason would he park over there? The apartments aren't that far, just a block or so. She just prays she doesn't have to walk through any puddles that are deeper than her boots. Extending her umbrella, she pushes open the heavy brass doors and is met with the chaotic weather. Because it's coming around 7:00 pm, the sky is getting pretty dark. She makes her way towards 5th, but once she gets to the building, she can't find a car in sight. There's a couple of parked cars, the occasional slow approaching vehicle, but she can't seem to find this 'grey sedan car'. She messages her driver about 5 times, but her phone says that her messages couldn't be delivered. She tries to call him, but it won't even ring.

That's when the panic kicks in. And oh boy, is it hitting her hard. With her only source of light being the street lamps and her phone screen, everything around her becomes eerie, vague. She's clicking the call button to her Dad, her Mom, her brothers, her friends, but the bars in the corner of her phone are completely empty. Through all the dense rain crashing from the night's sky, she could barely hear a thing. Her breath was becoming heavier as the thunder became deafening, the lack of light and lack of any safety sending her into pure, unadulterated terror. Her hands were shaking, her lips were freezing and the tips of her toes were going numb—she couldn't breathe a full breath and every time her heart beat faster- her lungs gave out more, her mouth was painfully dry and her eyes felt like they were being pried open to stare into the darkness, and the sky unforgivingly beat down upon her and the earth around her. Suddenly she hears a sharp clink. Her necklace drops to the wet, flooded ground, the moment she frantically bends down to grab it, her fingers barely graze the silver chain before she hears thundering footsteps spiriting toward her.

Next, her body feels as if it's being ripped to pieces, there were scratches; deep-cut, gushing wounds being gouged into her flesh, her skin was white-hot and her nerves were screaming, a loud, piercing pain pulsing into her head, before she could even feel the claws rip through her body, she saw gallons of blood paint the rainwater red, she fell to the concrete, doing the only thing she could instinctively do—scream, a blood-curdling scream, as loud as she can. The last image she sees is a loose paper, destroyed by the rushing water, her peripheral begins to go black, her ears ringing with high-pitched bells, she grasps the paper, her hand crunching directly over Amber's smearing face.

And she softly closes her shuddering eyes, the pain clogging up her body was too much to bear, and she begins to cry--hot tears disappearing into the red-stained rushing water, and she bids goodbye to what she thinks is her last day.

Hey, this is my first post ya’ll, tell me what you think? xoxox I NEED to know if this is intriguing?? Should I post the next few parts? Lemme know

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Make-up for lazy and/or busy people

Have some practical tips from someone who doesn't really has time for this, but tries it anyway.

It's 2019 and everyone's a beauty guru

Let me preface this by saying: you don't need make-up. Don't let people tell you you need to 'put your face on'. You can damn well choose which face you'll be projecting each day or even part of the day. Unless you're manning one of those cosmetics counters in a mall, how you look is mostly about you and what makes you feel comfy. So while I'll be giving random ass tips on how to get certain looks with minimal effort, even that minimal effort is totally optional.

Now. Onward.

So I made it into my thirties without ever actually bothering with the whole 'make-up' thing. But now my job requires me to be Fancy sometimes, so last year I decided to make it a Project to learn and be somewhat good at it. I watched a whole bunch of youtube and read articles and Looked Stuff Up and then I bought a cheap version of All the Things to practice. It's honestly quite an overwhelming experience, and it's even harder if you, like, have a day job and hobbies and anime to watch and videogames to play and ranting blogs to write.

Like, Tati I love you but I'm not about to get up an hour earlier for this shit.

If you need some low-stakes, 'just looking around' type stuff, that's what this is here for. I cannot tell you how to do a cut crease or any of the fancy stuff. So have some of my own meandering experience, which can hopefully help you a little bit.

What is all this stuff?

When I did my research at first, I drew up a list of Things I apparently needed to buy to do the make-up. It turned out to be a long ass list. Here are the 'common' items on said list.

1. Primer

Exactly like the thing you put on your walls before you paint them. Supposed to go on top of the moisturizer and under everything else and depending on the primer, does different things. This is.…kindof extra. I've tried two different 'colour correcting anti red' primers and all they seem to do is dry out my skin. I'm sure some are nice but this is really not a basic necessity.

2. Foundation

The thing you slather on to make your skin either look smooth like polished marble, or cakey like badly done stucco. Kinda depends on how good you're at it. Comes in varieties.

Full coverage foundation: The stuff all the make-up youtubers use. It essentially turns you into one of those Japanese mask monsters? Like the ghost from Spirited Away. Good at getting rid of any and all blemishes, but requires More Work later on.

BB cream (or CC, or DD…): Supposed to be a more skincare friendly version of foundation. I've tried a few brands and they ended up medium to full coverage, and all of them dried out my skin.

Tinted moisturizer: Not… strictly… make-up? In Europe you tend to find these in pharmacy/parapharmacy places (so Boots or Walgreens for UK/US peeps). It's essentially moisturizer with some colouring in it to give your face extra oomph. Also, what I long expected BB cream to be (it is not). Because it's pharmacy stuff, it comes in versions with like no perfume, so if you have sensitive skin but want an Instagram filter for your face, this is probably something to look into.

3. Concealer

Spot treatment to get rid of any glaring discolouration you wish to hide. +10 to all stealth checks on red spots and eye bags, but does make wrinkles really obvious.

4. Face powder/baking powder

I have no clue what this is good for. I've tried two different ones on several occasions, and I think they're supposed to stop you from getting shiny by absorbing any facial oil. They mostly just make me look dusty.

5. Bronzer

Here's the fun thing about using full coverage foundation to make yourself look like a ghost: you then need More Product to make yourself look alive again. Enter: bronzer. This stuff puts a bit of colour back into those spots you so carefully blotted out so that you appear moar hooman. Only useful if you do the whole 'full coverage foundation' thing.

6. Contouring

That thing you know because of the Kardashians. Alternatively: don't let them know we can shapeshift. This is morphing powder/cream for your face. You use it to add shadows where no shadows are, and light where there is shadow and of course this means most people use it to look as close to skeletons as possible. Can do really cool things if you know what you're doing, and look Really Wrong if you mess it up. Not for the faint of heart. Also: your nose is fine. Really.

7. Blush

Blushing is the ultimate staple of romance fics, and it looks cute. Blush powder/cream is meant to give you glowing apple cheeks, even when you're not actively feeling embarrassed.

8. Highlighter

Societally acceptable glitter for the skin. This shit is amazing. It's officially supposed to make you 'glow' and look 'youthful' and 'juicy' but honey, who cares: Glitter!

9. Lip liner

A pencil/felt pen for your lips. Supposed to help you paint the outside of your lips so you only have to fill in the lines with lipstick later. Like carefully searching the edges before using the flood tool in Photoshop. Considering I'm pretty bad at the 'smooth strokes at lip edge' thing, it doesn't really help me to have to do it twice but ok.

10. Lip stuff

My favourite Make-up Thing. Puts colour on your lips. Comes in varieties.

Lipstick: Your mom's classic lipstick. The one with the twisty tube. Comes in a million colours and is sometimes moisturizing. Cons: everything your lips touch is now covered in lipstick.

Liquid lipstick: The stuff in the long tubes with the applicator. Usually transfer-proof which means that your coffee cup does not look like a blood bath after a few sips. Dries the hell out of your lips tho.

Lipgloss: the stuff that makes your hair stick to your face at the least gust of wind. Usually quite moisturizing but also super sticky. Makes your tea mug look like a particularly grisly murder scene.

Lip topper: Extra. Like… so extra. This is lip stuff that goes on top of your lip stuff in case you don't have enough lip stuff. Usually metallic or glitter. Because Extra.

Tinted lip balm: Another cheat item, like tinted moisturizer, in that it's not Officially Make-up. Is essentially lip balm, so it's not sticky and usually quite moisturizing and protective. Downside is that its colouring tends to be quite muted.

11. Eyebrow stuff

I don't know when 'fleek' became such an obsession, but there are pencils, and pomades, and powder and gels and spoolie brushes and they all do the same thing: shape your eyebrows.

12. Eyelid primer

Funny thing about eyes: if you have deepset or hooded eyes, like me, your eyelid spends most of its time covered by Moar Eyelid. This tends to transfer whatever you put on said eyelid to all the other skin. Hence: eyelid primer, which is like… glue? I guess? Makes stuff stay in place. For those people who don't have a bunch of eyelid foldage, it's supposed to help with the blending and whatnot.

13. Eyeshadow

Pretty colours for your eyes. Comes in powder and cream, and in literally so many colours, be it matte (no shiny), metallic (shiny), glitter (extra shiny) and fairly recently multichrome (Extra). I see a lot of influencers and (let's be real) make-up companies push the idea that you need like four shades and half an hour of blending for any given 'look' but that is mostly exaggeration. You can just pick a colour you like and wear it.

14. Eyeliner

Pencil or paint that lines your eyes and occasionally gives them wings. Comes in varieties.

Liquid eye liner: your basic all-purpose liner. This one has the advantage that it can usually be applied very thin and stealthy like.

Gel liner: as far as I can tell, a lot of liquid eye liner has an alcohol base, whereas gel liner does not. Its main reason for existing is that you can somewhat safely put it in your waterline, aka to colour the part of the eyelid just behind the lashes. This means you're going to be jabbing the pen or brush in your actual fucking eye, on the bottom/inside of your friggin eyelid and this is Terrifying. On the bright side: it's a pretty badass punky/emo/goth look. Think Avril Lavigne circa Sk8ter boy.

Kohl/pencil: this is a colouring pencil for your eyes. Tends to be a little bit thicker for extra Drama. Can also be smudged for smokey eye and even more goth points.

15. Mascara

Paint for your eyelashes. Most mascaras try to make them look bigger.

16. Falsies

Glue false eyelashes onto your own eyelashes. Ain't nobody got time for that.

17. Setting spray

Face varnish. If you've spent an entire hour getting your make-up super pretty and fancy, you can put this on to make it last longer.

So how do you use all this?

That… was a lot of stuff and we're all still overwhelmed. So let me give you some suggestions, a 'look book' of wearable looks for every day and special ocasions, aka, now that i have this stuff, wtf am i doing with it.

The 'fuck everything' I have a shirt that says 'No.' on it. It's one of my favourite shirts and I use it on deadline weeks, when I'm in the office with a particularly large amount of stressful work. I tend to pair it with a noise-cancelling headset and a look of barely-restrained fury, but it'll look just as good with a cute dress or a comfy pair of jeans. Go wild. This facial look consists of the following:

Moisturizer

Lip balm in winter, sun screen in summer.

The 'I tried'

This was my 'work' look for several years and occasionally still. The fun thing about it is it's quite subtle and most people (definitely most men) will not think you're wearing anything. It makes you feel like you're undercover, just a bit (I take my entertainment where i can get it, ok).

Consists of:

Skincare (moisturise, people!)

Eyebrow pencil

Mascara

The 'You look nice today'

This one works basically like a photoshop filter for your face, if you're into that. It blurs out a little bit of the rough edges and emphasises other parts, but it still looks very much like you. Just a version of you that gets more sleep than the actual you, usually. For me, at least, it works to make me go 'damn, looking cute' when I accidentally meet my reflection in a bathroom mirror. It's a confidence builder.

Mosturiser

Tinted moisturiser or BB cream (depends on general dryness of skin I guess)

Concealer (eyebags, man)

Eyebrow pencil

Mascara

Tinted lip balm or lip gloss

A note on lips: Look. I love dark lipstick. Make me appear as if I have stained my lips in the blood of my enemies and I'm happy. But a dark liquid lip needs to be on point to look good, which is a hard thing to do, plus if you get it wrong it is very hard to correct and I don't need that stress in my daily life. Gloss or lip balm is just a little bit more low-stakes.

The 'Make me look like my selfie'

Some days you have time. This look is essentially the same as the 'you look nice today' with two additions

Cream eyeshadow

Cream (stick) blush

A note on cream make-up: Most make-up products come in a powder form and a cream/liquid type form. Generally, the powder form is more blendable, and those fancy eyeshadow pallettes let you do all kinds of crazy amazing stuff. However, we're talking lazy working girl looks, and I happen to do my make-up on a moving train (see earlier: not getting up an hour early for this shit). If you're going to be applying things in less than ideal circumstances, cream make-up is your best friend. It doesn't explode in a cloud of dust, it doesn't break when you drop it, there's no fall-out. It is, in general, lower difficulty, can be applied with like your fingers or one of those tiny little make-up sponges, and if you get it in a fairly neutral colour (like just a bit darker or lighter than your skintone) it isn't obvious if your bleary ass messes up a little. We're being practical here, not trying to make things more difficult than it has to be.

The 'yeah I worked hard on this, bask in my glory'

Finally, the full glam. I personally use this when I am required to be Fancy, or when it's a Sunday and I'm all 'fuck it i wanna be fab'. This is the one where you just go for it. Use All the Things. Turn your face into a ghost, then paint shadows back on. Use six different eyeshadows and blend them together. Put that liquid lip to use, you have time to clean it up and try again. Add glitter to Everything. Have fun with it.

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