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writtenbymkl · 2 years ago

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pairing: best friend!haechan x fem! reader

word count: 2.3k

genres: ANGST !! , unrequited love, college au, heartbreak

warnings: none

a/n: the last part to good person !! i wanted to be a short au just because i wanted to test the waters with my first completed written story so i hope you guys enjoy it !!

PART 2 OF GOOD PERSON

Two weeks later and you’re at the get-together that your friends threw for your birthday that was coming up soon. One problem, though, Haechan wasn’t here yet.

You: where r u? everyones here and ur the only one missing _._

Sent 5:37 pm

You: seriously this isnt funny, what r u even doing?

Sent 6:40 pm

You: the get together is ending soon, we have like an hour left here, dont even bother showing up anymore dude

Seen 8:00 pm

You roll your eyes, seeing that he finally read your message.

“Hey! That was mine. If you wanted one, I could’ve just gotten you one, dude,” Mark looks at you with sullen eyes, “But I’m assuming by that reaction, he’s not coming?”

“You know Mark,” You sigh. “He’s been acting really weird since you said that stuff about being a couple. This is all your fault,” You state. You know it wasn’t his fault, it was Haechan’s for being so weird about it, but you had to blame someone.

Mark’s eyes widen. “How was I supposed to know it would cause a disturbance in your friendship?”

“Ugh, whatever, let me just blame you peacefully,”

“Come on, man, don’t be so down today. We came to celebrate before your birthday, so we should make the most of it, even if it means Haechan won’t come. I mean, it’s not the end of the world, right? You guys can celebrate on your birthday?” He suggests. I mean, you guess he’s right, it isn’t actually your birthday yet, but it still didn’t take away from the fact that you wanted to spend it with all of your friends, including Haechan.

“Okay… Sorry, I didn’t mean to be a downer. It’s just, Haechan is-”

“Haechan’s your best friend, yeah, dude, I know, but you also have us as your friends, too, you know?” Mark gives you a gentle smile while looking at your other friends laughing and talking at the tables.

“You’re right. Thanks, Mark. Has anyone told you you’re a really good listener?” You ask.

“No problem, and yeah, I guess,” He shrugs. “Now, let’s get in a good moment for the last hour remaining.” Mark gets up and holds out his hand to pull you up. Right as you're getting up, the door jingling gets your attention. Immediately looking towards the door, you see Haechan walking in and greeting everyone.

“Haechan, you finally made–” You stop your sentence seeing a girl come from behind him, holding onto his arm. Haechan finally notices you and makes his way over, pulling the girl behind him. You can see Mark from the corner of your eyes giving you a pitiful look.

“Y/n! Hey! Sorry, I’m late. I had to go pick up Mihye from her house and drive all the way back here,” Haechan explains while the apparent Mihye just giggles. You just give Haechan a blank stare. I mean, this is unbelievable, and you don’t know what to say.

Haechan quickly realizes he forgot to introduce the girl by his side. “Oh, by the way, Mihye, meet Y/n, Y/n, meet Mihye. She’s my new girlfriend,” Haechan smiles. Mihye holds out her hand for you to shake, and Haechans waits for you to grab it, but the moment never comes.

Mark quickly grabs your own hand and places it in Mihye’s.

“Silly Y/n, haha, I think, she’s just, um, in shock and happy that Haechan finally made it,��

You don’t know what to say. You feel tears already starting to form, but you don’t want to make a scene.

“I think I’m going to take a breather outside. I’ll be back,” You tell Mark before rushing past Haechan and Mihye to go outside. Except Haechan stops you for a second.

“What’s wrong? You need me to go outside with you?” He says, concerned.

Yanking your hand back, you bitterly say, “No. I need time alone. You’ve already done enough.”

Mark’s eyes widen. “Y/n, I think now should be a time to leave and talk to him. I’ll keep Mihye company.” Sighing, you give in and walk outside with Haechan following.

Not before he tells Mihye he’ll be back. Standing in the dark, with the wind blowing slightly, you sigh. A moment of silence is filled between you two until Haechan breaks the silence, like always.

“Are you mad because I have a new girlfriend?” He asks. And you snap because this is always the problem you have with him, and it is just a continuous cycle you’re tired of dealing with.

“What?! Haechan, you cannot seriously be so oblivious?” You look at him, shocked.

Rolling his eyes, “I knew you’d react like this.”

“How else did you want me to react when you’re telling me you already found a new person and you brought them to my birthday get-together without informing me?!”

Haechan scoffs, “Oh come on, it’s not really that big of a deal, Y/n. It’s not like they’re taking the spotlight away from you.”

“That’s not the problem, Haechan, don’t you get it?! It’s the fact that it hasn’t even been a full month, nonetheless three weeks, since your last girlfriend? Do you enjoy being heartbroken? Do you enjoy the fact that I keep looking after you every time? Are you satisfied with the fact that I’m always there to pick up the pieces? Or is it the fact that you know I’ll always be by your side and drop everything for you?” The feeling of finally being able to speak out feels liberating. Except, it doesn’t mean you’ll get the outcome that you’re expecting.

“I never made you drop anything for me,” He angrily retorts while pointing. “And so what if it’s been less than a month, or three weeks, whatever, can’t you just be happy for me?! Isn’t that what you’re here for? To be by my side and be my BEST FRIEND?”

You stay silent. “Fine,” you weakly smile.

“I won’t say anything more, and I'm sorry for overreacting. And you’re right. As your best friend, I should stick by you no matter what choices you make. I’m happy for you, Hyuck, I really am.” You pat him on the shoulder as you walk past him back into the restaurant.

Haechan just sighs and follows after you, grabbing your wrist before you can fully step inside.

“Talk to me. What is this really about? Why are you so upset? You know I always do this, so why is it a problem now?” You think for a few minutes.

Should you tell him? Should you tell him about the fact that you’ve been in love with him for the past, God knows how many years? Or the fact that you’re jealous about all the girls he’s spent time with when it should’ve been you? How everyone, including his friends, knows that you’re in love with him? Is that a risk you want to take?

Looking at him with sad eyes, you make your decision and give up. “It’s not that … It’s….” Tearing up, you know you have to get this off your chest. “I just need to get this off my chest,” you say shakily.

Haechan looks at you, concerned. “What is it?”

“I’m... I’ve just been … in-“ you get cut off by someone yelling out, “Haechan? Y/n? Where are you guys?” Your heart drops. Of course, it’s his new girlfriend.

Haechan whips his head around and yells back, “Mihye? What are you doing out here? I said I’d be back. Go back inside.”

“I was worried. It’s been a while since you guys left,” Mihye says from the door.

“We… We should probably go back inside. They’re probably bored without us, and Mihye’s starting to get worried.”

“No, tell me what you were gonna say,” Haechan firmly states while grabbing you again.

“It’s not important anymore,” You shake off his hands, moving towards the door, as Mihye is no longer there.

“Tell me, or I won’t let you leave.”

“Fine. I was just going to say how I’ve been concerned for you for many years now. You’ve had me worried whether you’d be able to be happy and find a good person for you, there. Happy?” You sarcastically smile.

“So that’s it? That’s what you made a big deal for?” He lightly laughs.

“It's not funny. I’m just worried about you, you’re my best friend, and I don’t want to see you lose the light in your eyes. That’s what makes you Haechan.”

Wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his head into your shoulder, he says, “I know you’re concerned for me, Y/n, and you’re my best friend in the whole world, too. It’s a good thing I’ll have you with me every time to get me through it, though, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, you’re lucky it’s me and not someone else.” He pulls away.

“You know, for a second, I thought you were going to say you were in love with me or something. That would’ve been an easier explanation as to why you were acting like you were, but it’s a good thing that wasn’t it,” he laughs.

As if your heart wasn’t already torn to pieces. You should’ve known he’d never see you in that light. I mean, look at yourself; compared to Mihye, you were a completely shabby version of her. If only he knew that that was the exact reason why you were acting like you were. But you’d never tell him that, not when it meant risking your friendship and never talking to him again.

“Yeah .. that’s a ridiculous thought there. I don’t know how you came up with that conclusion,” it just came out your mouth, it’s not like you wanted it to, but it’s the only way for you to cope with a rejection that wasn’t even formal; how oblivious he was.

Heading back into the restaurant with Haechan following behind you, you notice Mark and Jaemin looking at you both.

“Why don’t you head back to Mihye now? I’m sure she’s been waiting for a while,” You say, nodding your head over to where she was standing. Haechan just nods, and you watch as he walks up behind her, embracing her in a back hug and kissing the top of her head.

Looking away, you walk to where Mark and Jaemin are and slide into the seat across from them.

“So? Did you tell him?” Jaemin asks curiously. Mark just nudges him. “What? I’m just asking,” He shrugs.

“I’m gonna assume you didn’t tell him,” Mark scratches the back of his neck. You can’t seem to say anything. Maybe you should’ve told him. No. Everything would’ve gone down the drain if you did. Maybe it’s a good thing you didn’t.

“I didn’t.” You finally say.

“Well, why not?” Mark asks.

“Mark,” You look up at him raising your eyebrows. “Are you seriously asking that? He has a girlfriend, and it doesn’t seem as easy as you make it out to be. How am I going to just tell him, oh, I'm in love with you, have been since forever!”

“Hey, you said it, not me,” He points at you. You roll your eyes.

You point over to where Haechan is, “Whatever. I mean, it’s my get-together, and he seems to be wanting to spend more time with Mihye than me.”

“Like I mentioned before, you guys can hang out on your actual birthday. Right now, spend some time with us. There’s only a few more minutes left, so let’s make the most of it,” Mark smiles. “Right, Jaemin?”

“Yes, exactly. Forget him for today!” Jaemin says, grabbing your hand to pull you up.

“That’s if he doesn’t forget my birthday too,”

“He won’t! We’ll make sure of it,” Mark pats your back.

“Thanks, guys. I don’t know what I would do without you.” You embrace both Mark and Jaemin, and they hug you back.

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It’s been a month since your birthday. You spent the day with Haechan, Mark, and Jaemin. One of the best days and you couldn’t forget it. Except today seems to feel really familiar. Almost as if you’ve done this for the 20th time already. Why? Because Haechan sits in your bed again, eating ice cream and sniffling.

“I’m guessing Mihye broke up with you?” You ask, sighing, not even surprised he’s here again after a month. You saw it coming, but how could you tell him that? You would seem like a bad friend, and that’s the last thing you want Haechan to think.

Haechan blows his nose with a tissue, “Yeah….”

All you can do is rub his back once again, and it’s all you can ever seem to do. Watch him find a new girlfriend, fall in love, get heartbroken, and be there by his side when it happens.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with me all the time,” Haechan sighs, bringing his shoulders down.

“Hey, it’s okay. That’s what I’m here for, right? What kind of a best friend would I be if I wasn’t there for your ups and downs?” He just smiles.

“Can you give me a hug?” You embrace him while patting his back as he sniffles.

“I know I’ve said this almost every time this happens, but you really are a good person, you know?” Haechan says while leaning his head on your shoulder.

“Thanks,” Is all you can say.

And the cycle repeats, as it always will because you’re the good person he’s always needed in life, even if he doesn’t know it. And you’re okay with him not knowing. The ones who will make him cry, you can only comfort him and be by his side.

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babyboibucky · 4 years ago

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Should’ve Known Better

Pairing: EB!Frank x Reader

Summary: You should have known better than to sleep with a friend.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Smut, FWB set-up, a little bit of toxic shit, angst

A/N: Frank got the most votes when I asked which other Seb character I should write for, so here it is! This is very personal to me lmfao it’s somewhat based on my own experience that really fucked me up a couple of years ago aksncajscna no but for real, stay away from the friends with benefits kind of relationship if you can’t keep shit purely sexual lmao also some guys are just fucking assholes even if they’re your friend lol

ALSO, I tagged those who are in my Everything Bucky Tag List. I’m not sure if I’ll write more Frank in the future too so I won’t be creating a separate tag list for him yet.

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"Do you love me?"

It was a simple question that was supposed to make you think. Given your experiences and your personality in general, you were supposed to cringe and ignore it. Maybe even make a joke out of it, especially that it was Frank who was asking you this question.

He wasn't supposed to ask it too. He wasn't one to ask such thing, not especially with the relationship that the both of you have. It was clear from the get go that this was nothing serious.

So why was he asking it now?

And why did you respond to it right away, as if you knew your answer even before he asked?

"Come on, it'll be fun."

You should've said no. You should have known better.

"I'll make you feel good, you won't regret this."

It did feel good, you were going to give Frank that. Possibly the best, even. But the latter part? You weren't so sure. Were you regretting it? Honestly, no.

Maybe not yet.

You'd rather not think about it for now.

"What's there to lose? We know each other too much to develop feelings anyway, you said so yourself."

Oh there's plenty to lose. Maybe a decade's worth of platonic (was it really platonic from the beginning though?) friendship. Your self-esteem was on the line too, but you didn't know it yet. You'll get there though, whether you like it or not.

"I'm free next Friday, come over. Spend the night with me. What do you say?"

You should've said no. You should have known better.

"Next Friday. I'll see you, okay?"

You should've said no. You should have known better.

"Ugh, fine."

But you said yes because you didn't know any better.

That first night with Frank was something else. It was fun and he kept his promise to make you feel good. So, so good. You never thought that sex could be that fucking good. At least, not with your previous partners. Not that you had many in the first place.

But god, Frank knew what he was doing and he loved doing things to you. He loved the entire process of knowing your body, what you liked and what you loved. How you liked to be kissed and touched and fucked.

He studied your body like his fucking life depended on it and you let him. You let him own your body because you needed someone to. You needed to feel something, wanted to have a purpose even for just a short while, even if it meant being someone's fuck buddy.

You felt lost for the longest time, but as you laid on Frank's bed with his tongue lapping up your cunt, you actually felt like you belonged somewhere.

You weren't a booty call, definitely not. And when things escalated between the both of you, Frank was already single and had broken off with his recent girlfriend, Daphne. You weren't a doormat nor a side chick. Frank had been your friend for the longest time, one of your closest actually. He knew you the best and not just physically. Frank knew the darkest parts of you the same way you knew him like the back of your hand. He was the most open to you, he said so himself.

"I don't know what I'd do without you." he told you one time.

Frank wasn't afraid to show you his true colors; how he wasn't the kind to settle for one or how he would often end up with someone immature or toxic. He himself was toxic and for the most part, you tolerated him.

That was the mistake on your part.

You let him be himself, that's why you held a special place in his heart. Not even his past girlfriends could get rid of you. You were untouchable.

"Are you sure she's fine with us going out?" you asked Frank one time, as the both of you headed to the movies.

He scoffed, "Yeah, don't worry. I already told her you're my best friend. You're off limits." he chuckled as he placed his hand on the small of your back, guiding you inside the cinema.

"You're fine." he reassured again, this time wrapping his arm around your shoulder and then cradling your head playfully.

Looking back, you sometimes ponder whether the friendship was really platonic. You were sure of it when the both of you first became friends; he was a couple of years older than you. You sort of looked up to him like an older brother for the first few years of your relationship. And he was very caring too, always looking out for you.

Your other friends were the first one to notice the closeness. They often told you that Frank seemed to have a thing for you. You brushed it off though, saying that it was impossible.

His girlfriend then was an acquaintance of yours. She was nice and wasn't bothered by how Frank was affectionate towards you.

Indeed, you were untouchable. You were the best friend after all.

"We fought again."

You rolled your eyes at Frank as he sat across from you at a local coffee shop near your place. It was your birthday and as always, you spent the most part of it with Frank.

It was like a tradition already, to celebrate your birthday with Frank first before you went out with your friends. Or even family. It was that kind of friendship.

"I'm sorry but who are we talking about again?" you joked.

Frank made a face, "Daphne." he responded. "I just told you about her like, two days ago."

You snickered, "I was kidding. But honestly though, you have to stop flirting with other girls. It's been really difficult for me to keep track of your record, Frank. And are you and Daphne even official?" you asked, taking a sip from your cold brew.

He rubbed his chin and shrugged, "Sorta. Well, we were official two weeks ago. Now though, I'm not so sure. Here's the thing, Daphne can be really..." he said, trying to search for the right words.

You hummed and shook your head, "Immature?" you said and mindlessly scrolled through your phone.

"You should really stop dating girls who are immature, Frank. I swear to god, this is like...I don't know, the fifth time you dated someone like her? Why don't you settle for someone who actually acts her age?" you blurted out.

Frank groaned and transferred to the seat next to you, his body facing yours and his hand landing on your thigh. You didn't mind, didn't think it was too touchy or intimate for someone who was in a relationship. It was pretty common for Frank to be this touchy with you anyway, you never paid much attention to it nor given it any malice.

"We fought because of you actually." Frank admitted with an apologetic smile.

Your head snapped towards him, a scowl etched on your face. "What did I do?!" you asked in defense.

"It was my fault. Daph saw your photo inside my wallet." he said.

"You should really throw away that photo. Jesus, why do you still have it anyway?" you complained.

Frank scoffed, "That's my favorite photo of you. I don't wanna get rid of it."

That was the last day that you considered your friendship with Frank platonic.

Come over

I miss u xoxo

Miss eating u out

Miss ur moans, wanna hear them again

You groaned at the continuous notifications that flooded your phone. While you were at work. After that first night with Frank, he had gotten extra clingy. No lies though, it felt nice to be wanted like this.

im free nxt Sat

Yay

Cant wait to see u, missed u a lot

dude, we were at the mall together just last wk

U really dont get attached do u?

Frowning at Frank's reply, you honestly didn't understand what he was implying.

what u mean?

Nothing

Work kept you busy for the entire week, with Frank bombarding you with sweet texts. You've avoided being sweet with him, it felt wrong. You weren't an affectionate person but Frank was, it was sort of one-sided. It wasn't a big deal anyway.

No one from the rest of your friends knew what had become of your friendship with Frank. You just thought it wasn't something that should be revealed. It was like your and Frank's little secret. You had to admit, the thrill only made the sex better.

Whenever the both of you went out with other people, the tension was there and it was fun. It was fun trying to brush off the way Frank's hand would steal touches from your waist, or how he'd subtly squeeze your thigh. The looks you exchanged from across the room; how Frank's "fuck me" eyes were meant for you and only you.

Things like that made you feel a certain type of way. But you never dwelled on it, or at least, you thought you didn't.

"Yeah, fuck...just like that, baby."

Frank's fingers dug deeply into the skin of your ass as he guided your hips. You gripped onto the back of the couch as you bounced on his cock, head thrown back from pleasure as Frank suckled one of your nipples. You could feel each of his fingers pressing down against your skin, it's probably going to leave bruises again.

"Frank, shit. I'm close." you panted against the skin of his neck, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him close.

Frank grunted and took your face in between his palms, forcing you to look at him as he began to thrust his hips upwards, eliciting a high-pitched whimper from you.

"Wanted to see you like this ever since." he breathed out, pressing his lips against your open mouth.

"Wanted you since we met, d'you know that?" he asked, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging your head back so he could nibble on your throat.

You shook your head and gripped his shoulders, nails scratching at his skin as you continued to ride his cock, "God, Frank...so close." you moaned.

You felt Frank's lips curl into a smirk against your neck, his fingers gripping your hair to keep you in place as his other hand slipped in between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing it to help you reach your climax.

Every single time he touched you, you felt like your entire body was on fire. You felt the most alive, the most free whenever Frank fucked you. Maybe because he was truly gifted in bed or maybe he just knew your body and how to make it sing.

Or maybe it was because of the way he looked at you whenever you fall apart for him. Like he only had eyes for you, like it was only you that he could see.

Sweaty bodies and hoarse voices, the smell of smoke and sex lingering in the air. It was such a familiar ambiance by now. You liked how the aftermath of fucking Frank was never awkward, if any, it was a comfortable experience with the both of you just talking casually about how each other's day went.

"So I'm talking to this girl..." Frank said, turning you around so he could spoon you. Oh, the irony of the intimacy and conversation.

"Where'd you meet this girl?" you asked.

"Tinder." Frank snorted before pressing a kiss on your nape. "No, but she's different. I don't know, there's something about her."

You merely hummed in response.

"Think I might ask her out."

The first sting. The first realization. The first denial.

You should've said no. You should've known better.

The art exhibit wasn't a flop, but you wouldn't call it a success either. When you got a call from the organizer asking whether they can include your paintings in the exhibit, you said yes instantly. What can you say? You were a struggling artist who was seeking validation.

But now that you stood in front of your works with barely ten people attending the one-day exhibit, you thought that this wasn't a validation. It felt like a wake up call that maybe, art wasn't your calling and that you should probably give up on your dream.

"These are amazing."

You were on the verge of breaking down when you heard his voice. Turning around, you were surprised to see Frank. He was nodding his head as he approached you, his eyes scanning each of your painting.

"What are you doing here? I thought you had work." you asked.

Frank gave you a face, "Did you really think I'd miss out on your first exhibit?" he said and pulled you into a warm embrace.

"I'm proud of you." he whispered before kissing the crown of your head.

One validation from Frank was all it took for the walls to crumble down. He was the one who had been there for you all along and that was why you completely trusted him.

Frank will never hurt you, he'll never bring you down.

Or so you thought.

"Do you love me?"

It was a question that was supposed to make you think. But you didn't, because even before Frank decided to ask you that, you already had your answer.

You knew your answer for the longest time now, but decided to lock it into a box that you kept in the deepest part of your heart. It remained there unbothered and almost forgotten, up until this point.

That's why it was so easy for you to respond to it without even batting an eye.

"Yes."

It was too late when you realized that you had just admitted that you were in love with Frank. But you felt like it was the right time for you to bring out the key to that box, open it and just set your truth free.

They said that the truth will set you free, but why does it feel like it only imprisoned you?

"Shit, I was kidding." Frank said, his face panicked and body stiff from your unexpected admission.

Before you could even say something, Frank let out a nervous laugh as he ran his hand through his locks. "Wow, I didn't...are you serious?" he asked again.

It took you everything to brush off the pain, "Yeah, but it's no big deal. Come on." you shook your head and forced out a breathy chuckle.

Frank heaved out a deep sigh, "Fuck, I was messing with you. Are you sure it's fine? I mean, would this change anything?" he asked.

You deadpanned, "No, Frank. It wouldn't change anything. Like I said, get over it. It's not like I'm in love with you. I just love you...if that makes sense? You're my friend." you explained, more like lied.

"Look, it's not like I'm unattracted to you. I like you, I like spending time with you. It's just that I sort of don't see myself committing to you."

It didn't sink in to you immediately, Frank's statement. You didn't pay it any mind because again, you knew Frank. He wasn't one to commit so that was fine, you understand where he was coming from. It's not like you were going to force yourself on him too. But then you accidentally glanced at his phone and saw the messages he'd been exchanging with a certain someone.

When r u coming home?

In a little while, Daph

That night, Frank's statement hit you like a ton of bricks but again, you chose to deny what you actually felt. It's fine.

You're fine.

You should've said no. You should've known better.

Those words rang in your ears on the day that you found out. Your body turned cold, your vision blurred and your head spun. You'd never experienced hurt and anger like this, the kind that consumed you.

The kind that made you realized and admit that fuck, you'd truly fallen for Frank only for him to break your heart.

It didn't help that you were having such a terrible day at work. And Frank was so sweet to ask you whether you wanted to meet up with him. Not for sex, but to talk. The sex came rarely recently and was replaced with wholesome trips to the grocery, shit like that.

You knew there was something special going on. Even after he told you that he didn't see himself being with you, there was something.

Apparently, that something was just an assumption. Because when you asked Frank to meet you up that night, he said he couldn't and needed to be somewhere. That he'd meet with you the next day instead, a promise.

But then you saw him post a photo of him and Daphne. And it made your blood boil.

u back together?

No. Not really, been trying to fix it but u know how it is.

if ur trying to fix it with her then im out, frank

Wait what? Hey, are u mad?

r u fucking serious? u knew i love u and u come here parading ur ex, what the fuck is that all abt?

Shit, hey. Look, let's talk later, okay? Im out, will txt u when Im free.

Frank didn't text you back for the rest of the day.

You should've said no. You should've known better. But you said yes because you didn't know any better.

Were you regretting it? Yes. Sometimes.

You didn't know which hurt the most, the fact that Frank kept you in the dark while he was trying to patch things up with his ex, or that he considered you his best friend and still chose to break your heart.

He knew you the best, your relationship and trust issues and out of all the people, he really had to be the one to fuck you up the most. You trusted him so much, trusted him not to hurt you. Hell, if he doesn't want to commit then that's fine. But for him to treat you like a second option? Fuck that.

For him to confuse you with his actions, the intimacy...were all of those even real? All the times he came to your support when you had no one, when he was there for you on days you felt alone. What were those? He made you feel so fucking special, like it was possible to actually turn the friendship into something more than just fucking.

All this time you thought it was one-sided because you never actually showed Frank how much you meant to him the same way he did to you. Turned out that it was one-sided, but only because you were the only one who fell.

The following day, you received a voicemail from Frank. You pondered whether you were ready to listen to it but at the same time, you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. It was pretty stupid, he fucked you up and there was no excuse for that. But the friendship you had with him had a strong hold on you.

"Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. That was my mistake." he started off. "I thought that this was really just sex and having fun, but I want you to know that I like you. I really do, you're special to me. Please give me a chance to make things right. Daph and I...I want to end things with her. Please stay, I don't know what I'd do without you."

“I just didn’t expect that you’d end up falling for me, I mean shit. You know the real me, how fucked up I am when it comes to relationships. Just please...please stay?”

Did you stay? Sort of. But you kept your distance, didn't meet up with Frank after that and only responded to his texts occasionally. Did he end things with Daph?

He didn't.

He said he would but instead, they got back together.

It was fucking selfish of Frank to ask for you to stay only for him to get back together with his ex. It'd be better for him to just slap you in the face then.

Being told that he couldn't see himself committing to you but then going back with his ex was the cherry on top. God, if that didn't mess up with your self-worth.

You totally stopped talking to Frank, ignored his texts and calls. You stayed away from him, tried to get over him and eventually, you did. But you'd be lying if you said that he never left an effect on you. Because he did, Frank did a number on you and it would take you a long fucking time to completely recover from the damage he inflicted on you.

You should've said no. You should've known better. But you said yes because you didn't know any better.

And that's okay, because there's nothing wrong with taking risks and ending up in heartbreak.

You live, you love and you learn.

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littlemisskookie · 6 years ago

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Four Letters: Ch 3

Four Letters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Ship: FWB!Jungkook | IceQueen!Reader | Yoongi Description: College!AU. Enemies to Lovers. Your icy exterior makes it seem as though you dislike everyone- which is partially true. But the one person you truly dislike is the cocky frat boy Jeon Jungkook. Warnings: Multiple Orgasms, Forced Orgasms, Fingering, Squirting, Overstimulation, Dirty Talk, Intercourse, Creampie, Gagging, Light Bondage, Dom!Jungkook, Degrading Names, Light Cumplay, D/S Themes, Hair Pulling Word Count: 10,008

You groaned, hearing the buzzing beside your bedside, which didn't stop. Dear God- what time was it? You rolled over, looking at your phone, multiple notifications popping up. It was probably from the group chat Jimin impulsively made recently- which you absolutely despised. You had tried to leave about ten times in the last two weeks since you were added, but it was pointless, seeing as they kept adding you back in. And it was only 9 AM!

You buried your face into the pillow, clawing at it as you heard more buzzing. You unplugged the phone from the chord, opening the group chat to what Jimin labeled as SQUAD.

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:12 AM

Guys, my parents are visiting. What color should I dye my hair?

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:12 AM

Why do you need to dye your hair?

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:13 AM

Can you tell them to pay off my student loans while they're here? ;)

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:13 AM

Literally fuck off Jimin

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9:13 AM

lololol

Idiot 1 (Hobi) 9:14 AM

you're lucky i wasn't asleep at 9 am otherwise you'd be DEAD

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:14 AM

Don't you have History class right now?

Idiot 1 (Hobi) 9:14 AM

which is why i'm up

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:14 AM

Are you in class?

Idiot 1 (Hobi) 9:15 AM

i just woke up

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9:15 AM

hoseok ur class is starting now... it probs already began

Idiot 1 (Hobi) 9:15 AM

SHIT GTG

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:15 AM

Yikes.

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9:16 AM

poor hobi :(

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:16 AM

his fault for being a fucking idiot lmao

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:17 AM

UM BACK TO ME

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:17 AM

Geez and i thought i was the attention whore of this friend group

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:17 AM

You guys make me want to die.

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9:17 AM

i would think ur parents wouldn't want u to dye ur hair jk

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:18 AM

they wouldn't

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:18 AM

??? am i not connecting the dots???

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9:18 AM

when do u ever lololol

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:19 AM

You should try blue. That's pretty edgy.

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:19 AM

What would YOU know about being edgy?

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:19 AM

STFU or I'm not helping you on your next exam.

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:20 AM

SORRY MISTRESS

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9:20 AM

hey where's y/n anyway

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:21 AM

she's probably asleep

Y/N

Y/NNNNNNN

You 9:21 AM

i'm gonna fucking bash ur brains in you insufferable twat

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:21 AM

found her!

sorry for waking you baby ;)

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9: 22 AM

we're trying to find out a new hair color for jk

You 9:22 AM

why the fuck would i give a shit

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:22 AM

just say ur fav color or something

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:22 AM

it's probably black like her soul

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:22 AM

What is she, an edgy 14-year-old girl?

You 9:23 AM

it's magenta

can everyone please fuck off now i'm trying to get some sleep

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:23 AM

Magenta is the last thing i would've guessed to be ur fav color

You 9:23 AM

what part of fuck off do you not understand

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9:23 AM

JK i think u would look great with magenta hair! it's like pink and red

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:23 AM

i would hope he knows what magenta is

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:24 AM

Y/N, I thought you had to help teach your niece how to drive today?

You 9:24 AM

oh yeah

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:24 AM

i would've never pictured you as the family kinda gal

You 9:24 AM

i still have aunty duties

anyways i'm gonna go bye losers

With that, you click off, letting out a breath of relief as you put it on do not disturb. You must've forgotten to last night. But unfortunately, you only had an hour or so to sleep before you had to get up again to pick up your niece.

Karin's hands are shaky on the wheel, her focus on the road. You had faith in her so far, though from what your eldest sister told you before, she had almost crashed into a pole her first time behind the wheel. Still, though her moves were a bit jerkish and she signaled far too early, you hadn't died yet, which was a plus in your book.

Unfortunately, you couldn't exactly be the frigid bitch your peers knew you to be, especially to your niece. But she was your favorite niece, and you were her favorite aunt, partially because you weren't that much older than her, as a result of being the youngest kid in your family. So you were still allowed to curse and give her life advice on sex and maturity and whatnot- and she'd promise not to tell her fretting mother.

The car comes to a sudden halt, resulting in you slamming into the dashboard and being snapped back into your seat by the seatbelt. You gawked, looking up as a car continued to go in from the left, bypassing the two of you. Karin's arms were shaking, and her eyes were wide with fright as they trailed after the car.

"Dude, what the fuck?!" you screeched.

"Sorry," Karin said, apologetically wincing to hear your scolding.

"No, not you-you're great, sweetheart. I mean that son of a bitch!" you said, pointing to the car as it sped off. "You totally had right of way. Does that guy not know the meaning of yielding to oncoming traffic? Who in their right mind gave him a liscense?"

"I'm sure it was an accident," Karin said, moving forward as she stepped on the pedal again, trying to get back to the speed limit.

"Don't become drivers like those," you said. "I'd never hear the end of it from your mom if she knew that I corrupted you into a bad driver."

"Despite the fact you corrupted me into other things?" Karin asked cheekily.

You rolled your eyes. "You simply asked questions and I answered. I wasn't going to be like your mom and try to convince you babies came from cranes when you were still in your double digits."

"Ugh- don't remind me," Karin says, rolling her eyes. "I have to pretend I don't even know what sex is when we watched a movie last night."

"I thought the two of you had already had the talk?" you questioned, waving your hand to the right as you signaled that she should do the same with her blinker.

"We did- but you know how she is. You're the one who actually explained what a vagina was and the meaning of consent," Karin said, pointing the blinker up with her left pinky.

"Well, she just doesn't want you to mature as fast as she did. Not that she regrets it, or that I think you will," you say.

Your sister had gotten pregnant by the age of 17 with her boyfriend. Just a year older than Karin herself. Luckily enough your parents hadn't kicked her out of the family, and the boyfriend stayed, but a lot of it hindered on her education. She had to go to a community college after Karin was old enough for daycare, and she ended up becoming a social worker. Which was fine, though your sister would admit she wondered what would've happened if things took a different course.

You remembered how puzzled you were that you were only 7 and already an aunt. The kids in your class said your sister was pure 'trailer trash' and that you were bound to follow her lead. You knew it was far worse for her, though, having to be judged for her round belly, listening to whispers about her in class, because apparently, every teen mom was a common slut. It was absolutely ridiculous, and to think they'd add more stress onto someone who was carrying a child. You knew even when you were young that it was despicable.

But your sister ended up giving birth fine anyway- a beautiful and healthy baby girl by the name of Karin. You remember how scared you were when you first held her, afraid you'd drop her. At the time you had a family cat, and you were worried that the instinct of just dropping the cat would kick in while you were holding the baby. Fortunately, that never came to be.

Once you were older, you were often babysitting the child while your sister was away- and your brother wanted nothing to do with having to babysit a kid. It was fine by you, as you thought of her as more of a younger sister than something as strange as a niece, and it was even comforting as you never had the chance to be the older sibling. Besides, being called aunt made you feel so old, from way back then to now. You cringed each time you heard it.

You were caught in your thoughts when your phone began to buzz. You look to Karin apologetically, but she simply assures you it's fine. "It's alright, you can answer it," she tells you.

You huff, slightly irritated that someone was interrupting your quality time with your niece, and to your surprise, the contact of "incompetent twit" is the first thing to pop up.

"Who is it?" Karin asks you, rolling to a stop at an intersection.

"An idiot," you huff, answering. Why the hell was Jungkook calling you? "What is it, nimrod? I told you I'd be teaching my niece how to drive."

"Y/N," he whines. "Can you pick me up at the salon?"

"Why? Can't you ask someone else?" you question.

"Jimin dropped me off but class started for him- and I know you don't have any classes today. Besides, I want you to be the first person to see it."

"Why would I care about your hair, Jeon?" you question.

Karin chuckles as she begins driving again, the light flashing green. "Are you usually this snippy with your boyfriends?"

"He's not my boyfriend. He's just an idiot," you sigh. "And trust me, he deserves my attitude."

"You know I love it, baby."

"Not in front of my niece, brat. She can hear you," you bite back. You really didn't want your sister's impressionable teen daughter to find out you were having rough, kinky sex with your mortal enemy.

"Alright, fine, fine. But c'mon, please? I'll pay for McDonald's."

Karin's eyes light up. "Did I hear McDonald's?"

You sigh, feeling defeated again. How could you deny her absolutely adorable smile? God, the boys were probably all over her at her high school- you wanted to bat them away with a stick. No one deserved precious little Karin- though if she knew you thought that she'd accuse you of being too similar to her mother.

"I'm still with my niece, Jungkook," you remind him.

"That's fine- just have her drive here. I'll pay for both of you."

"Ugh, fine," you huff.

"Thanks, babeeee," he cackles on the other line.

"Shut up," you bite back, hanging up on him. "You're gonna go straight for another few hundred yards and then make a left. We're already on our way there, luckily."

"You two seem cute," Karin grinned. "Like an OTP that constantly bicker with each other."

"I don't get your teen slang- it makes me feel old," you say, eyeing the speed limit she was going.

"Basically I think you two are cute. Does he have a girlfriend?" Karin questions, waggling her brows.

"He's what you kiddos call a fuckboy- so that's a no. And besides, I'd never date him in a million years. I thought I told you, you weren't getting a new uncle anytime soon?" you remind her.

"Ah, yes, your no dating rule after that ex of yours," she hums, executing her left turn shortly after signaling. "What happened between you two anyway? Mom said it really crushed you, but she keeps hush hush about it."

"Trust me, it's nothing," you lie. "It's just the usual. People... grow apart, I guess."

"Doesn't sound like that's the kind of dramatic breakup it seemed to be," Karin mused. "I remember because you ended up sleeping on our couch shortly after, y'know before you moved back into that sorority house."

"Don't remind me," you sigh, wondering to yourself how she remembered so much about the topic.

"So, what was it anyway?" Karin pried, nosy as ever.

"I'll tell you when you're a bit older. Not that I think you're not mature enough, but I think your mom would believe I'd ruin your chances at believing in men if I told you," you chuckled softly.

Karin gave you a sad glance. "You weren't cheated on, were you Aunt Y/N?"

"No- but honestly I think I would've taken that any day," you admit.

"Did he die?"

You laugh hard at that. "Sometimes I wish. But no- I'm not into that Romeo bullshit anyway. I don't know where he is now- he graduated a bit after the breakup since he was a few years older than me if you remember."

"Well, it's good that you don't have to see him again. I heard traumatizing stuff like that can trigger people. I remember one girl in my Chorus class had a panic attack when some guy sitting in front of her was playing a shooting game. It was pretty horrifying," Karin admitted. "The worst part was that the guy claimed she was just being too sensitive."

You pursed your lips, narrowing your eyes. "Now, don't tell your mom I'm condoning violence, and I don't know what she'd say- but let's just say if you punch an absolute asshole in the face, that I wouldn't be opposed."

Karin laughed. "Thanks for that. There better be a cake with my name on it."

"Here, pull in and try to park outside the salon. There you go, sharp left... now a right, now fix your wheel hard left, hard left, that's my girl!" you cheered. "Now park the car, and we'll go find my despicable douchebag so that he can pay for our food. I'm starving!"

She locks the car, swinging the door open as the two of you walk into the salon. Your eyes find themselves scanning the room for the familiar mop of dark hair, but to your surprise, the adorable bunny smile belongs to a man with magenta hair.

You gawk, eyes bugging out as Jungkook sweeps you up into his arms, planting a kiss on your lips. You shove him back, wiping your mouth. "Ew- not in front of my niece, creep," you say, used to him trying to kiss you whenever possible. He often said your lips were addicting, and it was rare enough he got to since most of the time the two of you were with your friends, who were still unaware of the fact the two of you were hooking up.

"I just didn't want your niece to think you were forever alone," Jungkook cackles, enjoying the annoyed look on your face. "So- what do you think?"

"Did you seriously dye your hair magenta just because it's my favorite color?" you deadpanned, quirking a brow as you crossed your arms.

"Maybe," Jungkook said, wiggling his brows. "Does it look good?"

"You never look good," you huff, lying through your teeth.

Jungkook ignores your comment, wrapping his arms around you in a back hug, placing his chin on your shoulder as he pouts to you. "C'mon- just admit you love it."

"Fine- you don't look ugly with pink hair. Happy?" you hiss, elbowing him in the rib to pry him off. You hated PDA.

"Very," Jungkook smirked, letting go of you. He turned to Karin, holding out his hand. "You must be Y/N's niece. You must've gotten the good genes from the family- in comparison to Y/N, of course."

You elbowed him in the rib again as the two snickered. Karin laughs, shaking his hand. "Yeah, I'm Karin. She's helping me learn how to drive."

"So I've heard," Jungkook smiles. "Tell me, Karin, do you like my hair?"

"You kind of look like a strawberry," Karin admitted.

Now it was your turn to snicker, and the three of you exit the salon to go to the car. Jungkook opens the car door for Karin, specifically picking the backseat. For a second you thought it'd be so that he'd have an excuse to sit in the front with you, but to your surprise he sits in the back with her, sticking you to act as their chauffeur. Scumbag.

You drive the three of you to McDonald's, and you saunter in, grinning widely to Jungkook. Without hesitance, he steps forward to the cash register, no line in sight, taking his order. For you, he picks a Big Mac with no cheese, fries, and a chocolate shake. He then turns to Karin and questions what she'd order.

It isn't until you get your food and sit down that you question him about it. You sit next to Karin and Jungkook sits in front of the two of you. "How'd you remember my order, anyway?"

"Despite what you think, I'm not nearly as big of an idiot as you think I am," Jungkook laughs. "Besides, you order the same thing every time."

"I'm just trying to get fat, thank you very much," you bite, taking a lot sip of your drink.

"So, how long have you two been friends?" Karin questions.

"We're not friends," you're quick to clarify, glowering at Jungkook as he wagged his brows at you.

"Fine- how long have you guys been hanging out then?" Karin restates, quirking a brow.

"Officially? A few years. Unofficially, about a month," Jungkook states. He quirks a brow to you, raising it precariously high you're afraid it'll blend into his hairline. "Actually- it's probably been over a month by now, hasn't it?"

"Don't ask me, I'm not sentimental like you, Jeon. Why would I care enough to remember the date?" you shrug. Yeah, it probably was a month since you and Jungkook started hooking up. And you did admittedly know the exact date- but you weren't foolish enough to insinuate to Jungkook of all people that you actually cared about anything. Caring just leads to hurting anyway, no matter what it's for.

Jungkook gives a sigh to Karin, shaking his head. "See what I have to put up with? Bet your family doesn't have it half as bad as I do."

"She's known as the cool one in our family- at least to me anyways. Mainly because she's got about half a dozen piercings in each ear," Karin replies.

Your hand brushes along them at the mention of that. "I'm really not. Jungkook's got a lot more than me, anyway. He used to have one in his eyebrow but he got it removed. And he's got more tattoos than I do."

"The eyebrow piercing was a mistake- I'm never piercing my face again," Jungkook grimaced. "And I thought you had more than me?"

"No, I've got only three, and you've got four," you remind him.

"Oh yeah- let's see, you have the lotus flower on your upper back, right beneath your neck, right? And you've got some sort of hummingbird behind your ear- I know that one because Lisa showed everyone when she went with you to the tattoo parlor. And... the third..." Jungkook trailed off, trying to wrack his memory.

"The third is the panda above the back of my elbow," you chastise. "I can't believe you couldn't get that one right, it's my favorite!"

"Well, you should try listing off all of my tattoos," Jungkook said. "I bet you can't."

"Easy. Bumblebee behind your ear- I remember because I yelled at you since you were trying to copy me, especially since it was the day after I got mine and you were trying to get back at me for messing up one of your hookups. There's the Hello Kitty on your ankle from when you lost that bet to Hoseok, and there's the geometric outline of a wolf on your bicep," you said, grinning smugly.

"And the fourth?" Jungkook questioned, raising his brows expectantly.

Your jaw opened and dropped. "I... um... It's-"

"Aha! You don't remember! For shame, Y/N," Jungkook teases, making your niece burst out with laughter.

"I listed three- you only listed two," you shoot back.

"It's the ladybug on my wrist," Jungkook laughs, prideful that he duped you.

"What made you decide to get a ladybug?" Karin questioned, looking down at the little red bug on his wrist.

"I like ladybugs," Jungkook shrugs. "The bumblebee was mainly because it was the mascot for the team I used to play on."

"Ladybugs are cute," Karin admitted. "Y'know- I think my mom would love to have you as a brother-in-law."

Jungkook looked up at you with wide eyes and a pleased grin, dimples showing as his eyes twinkled with absolute delight- and you knew you'd never hear the end of it. You glared at Karin, her own sly smirk on her face that she tried to conceal when she ate. Jungkook quickly went to the restroom, and you wrestled Karin into your arms, rubbing your knuckles against the top of her head playfully as you ruffled her hair. "What was that about, munchkin? You want that brat to become your uncle?"

"He's cute! And you two are adorable, I'd love to have him as an uncle," Karin laughed, trying to free herself from your grip. "Besides, I think everyone wants you to get back out there, especially since it's been years after that big bad breakup. Remember how disappointed mom was when you turned down that blind date?"

"I don't see why everyone has to meddle with my love life," you huff, freeing the wiggling brat from your grip.

"Kinda hard to request that when you don't have one," Karin pointed out.

You only rolled your eyes at that but wondered how much your family truly worried about you. Unlike Jungkook's well known conservative family, yours was fairly left wing. Despite that, however, there were still pressures for you to find someone. Perhaps a big part of that was from how cold and distant you had become after being left so traumatized. However, you definitely didn't want to disappoint your family, and let them give up all hope on you.

But your thoughts were interrupted when Jungkook slid back into the booth, making a witty remark that had Karin choking on her drink.

"I thought the thing with your teacher was a lost cause," Lisa said, pressing her chin against the arms that already rested on the table.

The six of you were in the library during a group study session. Xiyeon had her nose buried in a textbook, as usual, and you yourself were typing up an essay that was due tonight. Jimin was hastily making flashcards with Jungkook, as the class they were in had an upcoming test. Lisa was supposed to be looking up answers on Quizlet to an assignment that was due very soon. Hoseok tagged along, partially so that he wouldn't be excluded, and partially because he had news to share.

"She said if I could do extra credit, she'd notify me," Hoseok clarified.

"I thought all people were sarcastic when they directed you, Hobi," you murmured, fingers flying across the screen.

"The point is," Hoseok said, shooting a glare your way. "She said if I can write a twenty-page essay on the topic we're studying in class, she'll boost my grade up. The thing is, it's due tomorrow."

"How're you going to get all of that done in time?" Jungkook questioned, furrowing his brows.

As though on cue, all of you turned your heads to the girl whose nose was buried in a textbook, too engrossed in the fine print on the pages to pay attention to the conversation. As though she could sense all eyes were on her, she slowly raised her head up, a confused gaze befalling all of yours. "Uh-oh. What is it you want me to do now?"

"Can you pretty please help me write a twenty-page essay by tomorrow?" Hoseok pleaded, throwing his hands up and clasping them together in a begging motion.

"Is it for that teacher you screwed up with? She expects her essays to be impeccable- it'll be impossible!" Xiyeon gawked. "You know she expects only .5 spacing and the font size to be 6, right? It's pointless."

"Xiyeon, I'll literally owe you for the rest of my life," Hoseok said, eyes big and puppy like. "Please."

Xiyeon pursed her lips, as though unsure of what to do. Surprisingly, she turned to you. "Y/N, you're the biggest, most honest hardass I know. Should I do it?"

"Wow, I'm flattered," you say, rolling your eyes.

"Y/N- c'mon!" Hoseok said, raising his voice slightly in the quiet library.

You sighed, looking at his shaking fists and pouting lips. "He seems pretty desperate..." you muttered, throwing him a bone, letting it be known that observation alone would be the only leverage you'd offer.

Xiyeon sighed to herself, rubbing her temples. The rest of you looked at her expectantly, anticipating her answer. Finally, she let out an irritated, reluctant, "Fine."

"YES!" Hoseok hollered, jumping to his feet, causing a librarian to scurry over to your table to give him a quick scolding and threaten to kick all six of you out- perhaps even ban you for life from the solace behind the many shelves of books. You never heard someone project so well with a whisper, but be damned, this middle-aged woman did it.

It was when the six of you exited the library after you were done that Hoseok kissed both you and Xiyeon on the cheek. You wiped the pretend slobber off your cheek to swipe at the back of his head, but ultimately you knew he'd owe you as well for being able to subtly convince Xiyeon of anything.

"Y/N!" Jungkook shouted, entering your room.

"Woah, what the hell, how'd you get into the house?" you asked, frightened half to death as he barged in. "Have you never heard of knocking?"

"Lisa let me in after I called her- told her I needed to annoy you," Jungkook grinned.

"Oh my God, that son of a bitch," you hissed. "What the hell do you want, Jeon?"

"Our results came in," Jungkook exclaimed, reaching back into his back pocket to pull out a folded piece of paper. "I didn't check yours- don't worry. But I'm clean!"

It then clicked. A few days ago the two of you weren't able to hook up because apparently, he ran out of condoms. You didn't purchase any because before Jungkook you weren't exactly getting laid regularly, so it was evening when the two of you were shopping in a grocery store, and you were reaching into your purse and getting one of the water bottles from off the shelf. You screwed the lid off and popped the pill in.

"What's that?" Jungkook questioned, looking curiously to it.

"My birth control. We've been having sex regularly, you should expect me to have something to make sure I don't get pregnant, Jungkook," you say, furrowing your brows.

"Woah- wait, you've been on birth control this whole time?" Jungkook gawked.

"What, yeah? I've been on it since I was of legal age, what's the big deal?" you question.

"W-What's the big deal? You've got to be shitting me, woman!" Jungkook says, flabberghasted by your question.

"I can assure you I'm not," you assure him, holding up the Trojan. "These things can break, dumbass." You really didn't know why guys made such a big deal about condoms. Seriously, how much better could it even feel? The only thing that's different is a layer of rubber.

"Why don't we not use the condoms then?" Jungkook questioned.

"With your diseased ass? You've probably slept with half of the school campus- no way," you huff, knowing there was no way in hell you were going to let Jungkook give you the same thing Jimin had- or what half of the population on campus had.

"I'm clean. I always use a condom, and you're my most consistent hookup, why can't we?" Jungkook questions.

"I'll believe it when you get tested," you grumble, tossing the water bottle and Trojan packet onto the conveyor belt, watching it casually roll to the bored cashier.

"Fine- after this let's get tested. You and me," Jungkook said, no tone of sarcasm in his voice.

You look to him, quirking a brow as you hand the cashier your money. "Wait, what? You seriously want to get tested with me?"

"Sure- c'mon, Y/N, I'm begging for this," Jungkook pleaded. His lower lip puckers out in a pout, and he gives you the puppy eyes that no girl is able to resist.

"Can the two of you have this conversation elsewhere?" the cashier suggests, her eyes narrowed as she grimaced at the two of you. "Sex before marriage is a sin, anyway."

"Shh, I'm trying to convince a girl to let me cum inside of her," Jungkook says, taking the bag. He turns to you, "C'mon, can we go?"

"Fine, whatever," you say, rolling your eyes. You turn to the cashier. "And don't try to imply someone's going to hell- especially to customers. Gives you bad reviews, no?"

Your mind snaps back to the present. "Oh, yeah, that. Give me my results, I should see!"

Jungkook hands you the folded piece of paper, and you eagerly unfold it, checking to see if you were positive for anything. You let a smile grace your features to find everything negative. "I'm clean," you announced.

"High five!" Jungkook said, raising your elbow up to have you slap your hand against his. "Now I can fill you up like a sponge!"

"That is the least sexy thing I've ever heard in my life," you say, cringing at his words.

"I've got plenty of lines to make up for it," Jungkook cackled. "Besides, the look on your face was worth it."

"Oh my God, I regret sleeping with you," you huff, falling back onto your bed.

"Sure you do," Jungkook chuckles, crawling onto the bed with you.

You press your hand against his chest. "Not here. Anyone could hear and find out what we're up to. Maybe a later time, when we aren't in my sorority house, ok?"

"Yeah, that's fine," Jungkook says, falling beside you.

You look to him, noticing how he plays with his hair. You wonder if he regrets dying it. Truthfully, it grew on you.

As though sensing your thoughts, he looks to you. "My parents are gonna be visiting soon- they rain checked last time. If you're wondering."

Ok, so he didn't get what you were thinking at all. "Makes sense. Your parents are... busy."

His mouth goes small at that. "Yeah, they are."

"Well, for the record, the pink hair grew on me," you offered, a sinking feeling in your chest as you saw the lost puppy look in his eyes. "It... suits you, I guess. It looks nice in comparison to how buff you are."

Jungkook grins at that. "You really like it?"

"Sure," you say, wondering to yourself if you really should've let him know that.

"Y/N, I've got another track for you to listen to," Yoongi called, entering the studio.

"Oh, great! Namjoon, do you think you can't break something for about five minutes?" you say, turning to him. Truthfully, he had gotten better when it came to controlling his flailing limbs.

"Yeah, sure," he says, unfazed as he picks up the headphones to the side and puts them on. You take off your own, getting up from your chair to go to Yoongi.

"Oh, by the way, I know you don't exactly go to parties and all that, but there's one being thrown at Lambda or whatever tonight. A lot of your fraternity brothers are going, and I was just wondering if you'd be coming," you say casually, hooking the bulky headphones around your neck.

"Would you want me to go?" Yoongi questions, his question hesitant as he raises his brows.

You try to brace a warm smile. "I mean, yeah. I never see you at parties, I think it'd be cool. We could actually hang out outside the studio, I guess."

"Yeah... I'd like that," Yoongi says.

"So are you going?" you question, looking up to him.

Yoongi opens his mouth, but his face falls. "Can't. I have to help my friend with his podcast tonight since his partner is sick. I promise to go to the next one for you, though."

You find yourself smiling slightly, not missing how he specifically mentioned you. "That's fine- but remember, you promised."

"A promise is a promise," Yoongi chuckled, letting you place the headphones over your ears.

You're currently squinting your eyes, aiming your best in your hazy state to attempt to land the ping pong in the cup. You had no clue where everyone was. Hoseok and Lisa were probably already tearing each other's clothes off, and Jungkook and Jimin were probably acting as wingman for one or the other. Xiyeon, who had been dragged along, was probably just drinking and keeping along the wall, waiting for Jimin to call one of his usual games.

Or so you thought, because soon enough the familiar smell of alcohol from someone's hot breath fanned over you, and someone's small body was slamming into yours right as you throw your ball, making you miss your aim entirely.

"Dude, what the fuck?!" you say, turning towards the person in question.

Xiyeon must be drunk out of her mind. Her hair was a mess and mascara streaked down her cheeks. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and her cup was still partially filled, though most of it probably splashed onto the floor. "Y/N, I need to talk to you."

"What? Dude, what happened-" Xiyeon doesn't let you finish, instead grabbing onto your wrist and dragging you along. She kicks open a bathroom door, where a couple was making out. She's bawling as she screams at them, "Get out!" This makes them scurry out, and she shoves you inside, locking the door behind her.

"Woah, are you going to murder or rape me or something?" you question, bug-eyed. Xiyeon had just pushed you into a dirty frat bathroom, going as far as to kick out the previous couple that was in here. You were beginning to fear she brought you here to bathe in your blood.

"No- Y/N, I did a horrible, horrible thing and you're the only person I can talk to," Xiyeon weeps, burying her face in her hands.

"Why can't you tell the others? Do you want me to get them-"

"No! You can't! Please, Y/N, swear to me you won't tell a soul," Xiyeon pleaded, grabbing onto your hands in desperation.

"I- Xiyeon, did you kill someone?" you ask, more afraid for her than ever.

"No! Just please, swear on the grave of your dead love life that you won't tell anyone," Xiyeon begs, sniffling.

"Wow, that hurt," you mutter. She squeezes your hand tighter, making you yelp in pain. "Ow! Ok, ok, I swear! I won't tell a soul. I swear on my dead love life or whatever- now tell me what's going on, you're scaring me to death."

Xiyeon sucks in a deep breath, shaky. "I slept with Hoseok."

"You what?!"

"It was an accident!" Xiyeon said, more tears spilling out as she admitted it.

"How? Did you slip and just land on a penis? Xiyeon, oh my God!" you exclaim, clasping your hands over your mouth.

"I didn't mean to, I swear," Xiyeon sobbed, a lump in her throat. "Do you remember how I had to help Hoseok write that essay?"

"Xiyeon, that was like two weeks ago," you deadpan.

"I know, I know, it's been eating me up on the inside. But I helped him- but oh my God, Y/N, he is so fucking stupid. I thought I was getting dumber with each word he said I didn't get it! I had to take a drink or two and finally, we finished it, and we celebrated with shots. One shot became two, and two shots became three, and the next thing I know I'm in bed naked with Jung Hoseok, a used condom on my chest and a soreness between my legs. I didn't even have any recollection of what happened."

"Jesus Christ," you say, running your hands through your hair. "Does Lisa know?"

"Hoseok said he'd be the one to tell her, but he hasn't yet. He keeps saying he will but he's stalling and-" Xiyeon choked up, lips trembling.

"Lisa's going to be crushed. She's practically in love with Hoseok," you whisper to yourself, thoughts spinning around your head.

"I know, I know. God, I feel so horrible. I feel like the worst person in the world," Xiyeon said, chest heaving as her body wracked with sobs.

"Hey, you're not. Ok? You made a mistake, we all do. Hoseok made the mistake, too," you tell her.

"I don't think he's going to tell her," Xiyeon mumbled. "He's such a coward."

"Ultimately he should be the one to tell her. But she should know- if I were her I'd want to know," you tell Xiyeon.

"You promised you wouldn't tell!" Xiyeon said.

"I won't- it's not my place to," you say, assuring her as she let out a breath of relief. "But maybe you should, Xiyeon. It was your mistake as well as his. If Hoseok won't tell, you'll have to."

"I don't think I can bring myself to do it," Xiyeon admits. "I came close several times but each time I felt like I was going to throw up."

"Well, you're drunk right now and verbally spilling your guts, so we need to get you sober so that you don't blab to her in the worst possible way," you huff. "C'mon, let's get out of here."

You open the door, where a guy who was tightly holding onto his crotch ran in. "Thank God! I needed to pee!"

"Sorry, we were hooking up. Have a nice one," you mumble, pulling Xiyeon along with you.

You eventually make your way to the kitchen, and you open the refrigerator to get a water bottle. You see Hoseok stride in, and one look at Xiyeon had him gawking. "Woah, what happened to her?" he questioned.

You glared at him, thrusting the water bottle into his chest. "You know exactly what happened to her."

Hoseok's eyes bugged out of his eyes, and he opened his mouth to speak. You interrupted before he could even get a sound out. "Yeah, I know. And you're a real fucking idiot, Hoseok. You better tell Lisa soon."

"I will, I just-"

"You're just a coward," you hissed. "I'll tell you what's going to happen. Xiyeon is drunk out of her mind, and if she gets around any of the others she'll probably tell everyone. You can text the others in the group chat to tell them you're driving her home. Got it?"

Hoseok gulped. "Yeah... got it."

"And Hoseok- I won't tell Lisa what happened, but I swear to God if you don't do it eventually, I'll make you regret it," you threatened, letting him grasp the water bottle you were still pressing into his chest. "You hurt her- and that's inexcusable. You might not be dating, but you had a deal. And I don't know if you're aware of what the rest of us know- but to put it lightly, it makes everything ten times worse. So congratulations- you're the dick of the week."

"I'm... I'm sorry," Hoseok said, shaky underneath your heated glare.

"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to right now, am I?" you snap. "Where's Lisa anyway?"

"She's dancing. I came here to get a drink," Hoseok clarified.

"That girl is better than anything else you'll ever get, Hobi," you say, letting your eyes soften as you address him as a friend. "And I'd be very disappointed if you- or all of us- lost her because of your dumb actions."

With that, you spin away on your heel, huffing to yourself at the mess that had just transpired.

God, Lisa was going to be so heartbroken. Here she was, keeping up the charade of 'just friends' with the guy she was in love with, staying loyal to him, hoping he'd eventually see her as more, and he betrayed her trust. He broke the deal.

You swore to yourself you wouldn't end up like her.

"Hey, what's up? You look pretty shaken," a familiar voice says, draping an arm over your shoulder. You were too exasperated to knock it off and only look to Jungkook.

"Woah- that tie is stupid," you blurt, eyes darting down to the tie loosely hanging around his neck.

"Yeah, uh, some drunk girl gave it to me. She was wearing the outfit and kinda just gave it to me," Jungkook shrugged. "Drunk girls are weirder than drunk guys. The entire time she was telling me that I'm 'too beautiful for this world' and 'he isn't worth it sweetheart'."

"Drunk girls are like that. Drunk guys just want to fight," you say, running a hand through your hair as you let out an exasperated sigh.

"So what's up? You seem frustrated," he notes.

"Nothing, just need to let off some steam," you sigh, lying through your suggestion.

"I have a suggestion, but I have a feeling you don't need me to explain," Jungkook laughs.

"Let's go," you say, pointing up to where a lot of the bedrooms were, on the second level.

A surprised look slowly turned into a pleased grin, and Jungkook's eyes lit up with excitement. He takes your hand, and before long he's kicking the door to the bedroom back and locking the door, climbing above you.

His tongue dives into your mouth as he pins your arms against the bed. You moan into the kiss as he pulls away, pulling your top off, sliding it across your body before discarding it to the ground. "Y'know, I think this is the first time we've had sex on an actual bed," Jungkook chuckles.

You furrow your brows. "Wait- really?"

"Really," Jungkook laughs. "We just do it wherever's convenient."

"It's not just my fault we fuck like rabbits. It takes two to tango," you remind him, arching your back to unhook your bra, letting him pull the straps off your arms as he dives between your breasts, sending kisses between the valley of your breasts. His lips catch onto a nipple as he begins to unbutton your jeans, and it's only when you shimmy out of them that you look to him. "No fair- you need to undress, too," you say, motioning to his shirt.

He swipes your hand away, pulling back, grinning. "It's more fun like this, babygirl. I love seeing you so vulnerable for me."

Your cheeks flare, and you look to him in annoyance. You sit up to reach again for the hem of his shirt, and he grabs onto your wrists, forcing you to slam back against the mattress. You squirm beneath his tight grip, his jaw clenched as he glares at you angrily.

"You're not going to touch me, cockslut, understand?" Jungkook says, brows furrowed.

You nod meekly.

He lets go of your wrists, trusting you to keep them against the mattress. You're feeling too mischevious, however, and try once again to get his shirt off. He clasps both of your hands in his grip, tsking. "Someone wants to be a brat, huh?" he says, pulling the tie off of his neck. "Guess I'll have to make good use of this."

He ties your wrists together, and you wonder to yourself what girl would own such a god awful tie. Seriously- it was ugly. But it did the job, tying tightly enough to your wrists without cutting off any blood circulation.

Jungkook kept your bound hands above your head, pinning them there as his other hand traveled into your panties, diving into the wetness pooling beneath. You squirmed under his touch, gasping as he immediately spilled two fingers in, curling into your sweet spot. Jungkook smirked. "Someone's getting wet from just thinking of her punishment, hm? My fingers are soaked, cockslut."

"Jungkook," you gasp out, arching your back as he curls his fingers again. "Touch me."

"I am touching you, babygirl," Jungkook teases, enjoying seeing you squirm on his fingers. Still, he knew how greedy you were- you yearned for more. Infinitely more. And Jungkook never failed to deliver.

"Jungkook- fucking hell," you hissed through gritted teeth, getting agitated.

"Mm, such a greedy cockslut," Jungkook hummed, removing his fingers to pull your panties off your legs, placing them to the side. He removes his grip on your hands. "Why was I stuck with such a selfish brat?"

"Fuck y-" Your words are cut off when he pulls you to your side, hooking one of your legs above his shoulder, the knee over the broad area. You had to use your bound arms to support yourself, your other leg providing little balance as you were forced to spread your legs wide. Jungkook gripped the leg hitched over him tightly, grinning over you. You glared at him. "Jeon, what are you-"

Your words are interrupted when he thrusts his fingers inside of you again, reaching deeper than before, two fingers going curling into your g-spot as he rubs your clit with his tongue. Your eyes roll back and your body wracks, feeling his fingers go impossibly deep, tapping against your sweet spot in a way that had you shivering.

"Oh? What was that?" Jungkook cockily questions, delivering a harsh thrust with his fingers. "Were you going to say something?"

"F-F-Fuck," you stammer out, unable to do much more than take the abuse against your g-spot as he rammed his fingers into you perfectly. Damn him for learning your body so well already.

"Mm, such a dirty mouth for a cockslut," Jungkook hums, thumb digging against your clit as he rubs it, enjoying the feeling of you clamping down on his fingers as you hissed. "I should wash that filthy mouth of yours with my fat cock, shouldn't I?"

"G-God, don't stop, please Jungkook," you whine, biting on your lower lip as you let out pathetic whines.

"You didn't answer my question, babygirl," Jungkook hummed, ceasing his moments just as you were beginning to reach your high.

"No! Jungkook, fucking- what the hell?" you hiss, turning back to him.

"Watch your tone, babygirl," he warned. "Or I'll be tempted to leave you here high and dry."

Your eyes widened at that. "No! Fuck, Jungkook, I'll let you do whatever you want to me. Just please, please let me cum! I'll blow you and let you cum down my slutty throat, fuck please let me! I want to gag on your big dick."

"Mm, tempting," he says, amused and satisfied with your begging as he continues his movements, having you shudder under his ministrations as he works faster to push you to your high. "But I plan to cum inside of you this time, cockslut. Fill you up with my load, nice and deep. I want you to feel me spill inside you, and you're gonna keep my cum in that slutty little pussy of yours all night. So if any other guy comes up to you and tries to get a feel, I want you to spread your legs and let him feel who's already inside you, so that they know you're already someone else's little cockslut."

His voice is raspy and deep, reveling in each moan you give as he swipes over your clit.

"Don't be so loud, babygirl. You don't everyone to know what a slut you are, do you? To know you're my pretty little cockslut, huh?" Jungkook questions, a smile in his voice as you screw your eyes shut, feeling your high nearing. "Open your mouth," he commands, and you're surprised with the faint taste of your own juices and the cotton of your panties as he shoves it into your mouth. You're gagged by it, and you know why because finally, he's using both hands, your leg pressing against his back to anchor him to you. He uses three fingers to stretch into you, feeling your walls spasming around the digits as his other hand rubs into you, thumb twirling the throbbing nub with fervor. A strange sensation that you're not familiar with washes over you right as you're about to climax.

Your eyes shoot open as you look down to your quivering legs, a muffled scream as you see liquids shoot out from your pussy, and soon enough you're drenching the sheets in your cum as you squirt everywhere.

Jungkook hisses in delight, continuing his ministrations, making you crumble beneath him. "Fuck, babygirl, give me that cum. Fucking drench yourself like a proper cockslut."

You convulse under him, feeling your energy drain as he milks you for all you're worth. It isn't until he's pushing your leg off his shoulder that you come down from your high, panting. Jungkook's hands are running over your thighs, bringing you back to reality.

"Shit, baby, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen," Jungkook grinned, eyes draping over your heaving form as he pulls the panties out of your mouth. His hand cups over your sex, making you shudder from the overstimulation as he continues to pet you. You don't complain, however, knowing how much he loved to see you grimace at overstimulation.

"I don't think I've ever squirted before," you admitted, voice breathy. His fingers travel through your folds, teasing the sensitive clit."Holy shit."

"I think you ruined the bed. Look at the mess you made," Jungkook said, enjoying the look on your face as you blushed from embarrassment. His hand was probably drenched now from being buried between your soaked thighs.

"Oh God, I should clean this up," you say, wrists twisting in their confinements as you try to sit up. Jungkook pushes you back down to the mattress, however, resulting in your body bouncing from the springs.

"No no no. We aren't done just yet," Jungkook says, eyes blown out like a cat's in the dark. "Y'know what I plan to do to you, babygirl?"

"What?" you question softly, squirming as you feel arousal flood back down, despite the fact you already orgasmed.

Jungkook shoves your knees apart, revealing your glistening heat to him, droplets of your orgasm still on your sweaty skin. "I plan to fuck you in your own cum," Jungkook growls, licking his lips at the sight, noticing how you automatically bucked your hips at the thought. "You'd like to get fucked in your own mess, wouldn't you cockslut?"

You nodded meekly, knowing you absolutely needed to get wrecked by him now. You desired the feeling of having him inside you. "Please, Jungkook. Fuck me. I want to feel you cum inside me," you say, wanting to touch him so badly. But because of your restraints, it would be difficult, and you knew if you attempted to get up under his grip he'd simply slap you back down to the ground.

Jungkook reaches over, hands pulling at your hair as he forces your gaze to lock with his. God, how both of you loved having your hair pulled. "That's right? You're gonna be my bitch and take it, right? Let me fill up your cunt, right?"

"Please, cum inside me, Jeon," you say, bucking your hips up once again. "I want you to cum inside me, nice and deep. Fucking fill me up like your bitch."

That seems to do it for him because soon enough he's unzipping his pants and pooling them around his knees along with his boxers, letting his erection spring free. "Fuck- you fucking asked for it," he says, stroking himself eagerly. He reaches under your thighs, forcing your ass up as you press against your upper back, legs in the air as he scoots forward, aligning himself with your entrance.

He places your feet on his shoulders, pushing over you as he forces you to bend more, and you groan at the feeling of him entering you.

"Goddamn, no matter how hard I fuck you, you're so tight," he hisses, pushing into you. "God, you feel so much better without a condom. I could be inside of you for the rest of my life, shit babygirl." You find the burn of the initial stretch so addicting, and you know he's right. No matter how hard or how many times he fucks your cunt, you still can't get used to the feeling of him entering you.

He towers over you, squatting over you as he begins to pound into you, letting out grunts as the hollow sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room. You're moaning so loudly again as he hits you impossibly deep, his hands on either side of your head as he thrusts roughly into you. He has no choice but to get the panties back, stuffing them roughly into your mouth. The cotton helps to absorb your screams, but muffled moans still come out, low groans emitting from your throat.

Jungkook's hand is gripped on your chin, forcing you to stare up at him as he pounds into you. His golden skin glistens with sweat, his bangs clinging to his forehead as he plows into your wrecked form. You feel tears slip down the corners of your eyes and onto the bed, the pleasure overtaking you as you feel his cock go impossibly deep inside of you. Your feet dangle beside his head, and your ass hurts from how hard his hips slap against it, the hard defined bone of his hips slapping against the flesh of your ass instead of his muscular thighs.

Jungkook forces your head to the side, pressing your face to the mattress, your cheek squished beneath the palm of his hand as he licks away the salty tear.

"Are you gonna cum again?" he questions, rasping into your ear. "Are you gonna whine and beg for another orgasm like the greedy cockslut you are?"

You're unable to do anything but whine a muffled answer through the panties gagging you.

His hand travels between your bodies, the other hand still pressed against your face now gripping your hair, forcing you to look at his hand rubbing you as he pressed harder against you. "Fucking watch yourself cum on my cock. Cum for me, dirty girl."

The sensations are too much. His calloused hand, veiny and big, rubbing against you with such intensity it had you rolling your eyes to the back of your head. The hand tightly gripping your hair, forcing you to stare at the cock that repeatedly plunged into you, bottoming into you. The way his balls would slap against your ass with each thrust, and the lewd sounds of your wetness filling the room. That accompanied with the sounds of the mattress squeaking behind you and the headboard repeatedly slamming against the wall- it was overwhelming.

You came again, letting out a low groan as you tilted your head back against Jungkook's grip, legs shaking as he forced you to cum again. He continued pumping himself into you, letting go of your hair to wrap both arms around your legs, entering you ass deeply as he could.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, you feel so good babygirl," Jungkook hissed, letting his thrusts get sloppy. "I'm gonna cum. Shit, I'll fill up this slutty pussy so good."

You're sobbing, feeling him roughly hammer into you until his cock twitches inside of you, and he buries himself at the hilt, trying to get the head of his dick as deep into your womb as possible. You feel the white ropes of cum paint your walls as he spills his seed into you, and you let out a muffled gasp at the feeling. Jungkook grinds his hips, as though feeling how his dick felt against the cum coated walls, the head still buried deep into your womb.

"Fuck, oh my God," he groans, heaving as he slips your legs off of him, his dick softening inside of you. "Holy shit."

He looks up at you, your wrecked form, still completely naked and vulnerable beneath his gaze, hands tightly bound and legs far apart. He pulls the panties out of your mouth once again, but before he lets you gasp a single word he puts his fingers into your mouth, and you instinctively wrap your tongue around it, twirling it around the digits until he pulls them out and puts them back on your heat.

You crumble, flinching at the feeling. "Jungkook, I-"

"Shh, babygirl. One more for me, ok? You look so hot when you cum. I want to see my pretty little cockslut cum again," Jungkook pleaded.

You didn't protest, letting your hips raise as he rubs you intensely, letting one last orgasm wash over you as he rubs against you. The orgasm isn't nearly as powerful as the first one- hell, especially the first, but you enjoy the feeling nonetheless.

Jungkook stops toying with your overly abused clit but scoops up some of the cum that had pushed out of your quivering entrance. It trickled down to the bedsheets, and he pushes it back into you, not letting a drop go to waste.

"You like being filled with my cum, baby?" Jungkook questions, a mischevious smirk plastered over his face as he makes sure all of it remains inside of you.

"Feels great," you laugh. "I feel so full."

Jungkook laughs at that, pulling his pants up along with his boxers to tidy up. It was harder for you, especially when you saw Jungkook give you a cheeky wink as he stuffed your panties into his back pocket, and you knew he wasn't going to give them back to you tonight. Besides that, you were completely naked, and he remained for the most part fully clothed. Though there was something oddly hot about the fact.

"I'm gonna get going, if people see us leave the bedroom together both looking fucked out, it won't look very non-suspicious," Jungkook said.

"That's fine, I need to tend to my wounds anyway," you huff, waving him away. You were definitely going to have bruises by morning. He quickly leaves, and you hear him greet someone outside.

"Hey, Jungkook! Man, you got lucky tonight. Who was the girl?"

"Just some chick- don't worry about it," Jungkook laughed back. "I think I'll head home, I'm done for the night."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. You sticking around?"

"Probably not. Hoseok had to drive Xiyeon home, and y'know Lisa, she isn't really in the mood to go to a party if she doesn't plan on dancing with anyone who she'll actually sleep with."

"Yeah, yeah, I get you."

"Have you seen Y/N, though? I can't seem to find her anywhere."

"Maybe she's finally getting laid," Jungkook laid. "Anyways, I'll see you later. G'night."

"Night."

You hear the sound of footsteps leaving right as you finally slip your shirt back on, and you squeeze your thighs together, regrettably having to go camo with Jungkook's cum inside of you. You sigh, making your way to the door, figuring you can fix your fucked out look once you find a bathroom.

You walk right into Jimin, who gives you a shocked expression.

You're frozen, tense as he gives you a quick once over, analyzing your look as he processes the information. Your hand has a vice-like grip on the doorknob, and you feel like you're about to yank it off, prying it from the wooden door.

A slow grin stretches across Jimin's face as he looks to you, shifting his weight to one foot, his toothy smile cocky and smug as he folds his arms. "Just some chick, eh?"

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Shadowbringers (pt 4/end)

This just has spoilers for everything, basically. :U I finished it and don’t feel like splitting stuff up because I have over 1k screenshots to go through...

Katana-bearing Centurion: Besides, there is but one hand that can make me whole again. My enemy... my friend...

He probably just says “friend” there in Japanese, but I don’t have my whole game switched, so I don’t get to know for sure. Good to know you’re still being weird, Zenos.

Don’t you smirk at me like that, mister.

Here’s Urianger being handsome, as usual

I hated fighting this old dude as Thancred.

1) I still can’t believe he can easily take out the WoL like he did

2) Stop making me be sword dudes!!

3) I get why they wanted people to see the dialogue here, but it was so slooooow and I died once near the end and had to do it all over again and ughhh, just go away

Ryne looks cute with her new hair and eyes, at least. :) Thancred is still a bad dad, but at least he’s doing better now... I guess.

Also, Urianger’s reaction to finding out that Thancred was paying attention to some of his talks about pixies was really good, haha.

...I wanna listen to Urianger give a pixie lecture...

Wow

This was something the game threw together when I asked it to pick recommended gear. It’s... some kind of look.

The Exarch/G’raha Tia is a qt. Y’know, I figured it was probably G’raha Tia, but I didn’t remember him being so short... and the lack of cat ears also made me doubt myself, haha.

I’m really glad I did the Crystal Tower stuff, though, because otherwise I’d... well, I’d still think that G’raha Tia/the Exarch is cute and like him a lot, but it wouldn’t have had the same impact.

I took a bunch of screenshots of Mikh’a. :U

& Emet-Selch, ofc

that one old dude: If you would pass me, you must endure all that I have learned on the battlefield... For I am a weapon forged in the fires of war!

~*oooh, I’m so scared of you and your tiny amount of health left*~

My MP doesn’t even have a dent in it, really. This is why I had such a hard time believing this dude could take out the WoL!! Even the first time we fought, I had tons of MP available to me and could’ve made a full recovery from being brought down to 1 HP. (...well, I have Benediction which is kind of cheating, but still.)

At least this was the last time I had to deal with him. He’s probably the worst thing about the expansion, which I guess I can deal with since the rest of it was so good.

Lots of really pretty screenshot opportunities in this expansion. c:

Mt. Gulg is something I thought was common to a bunch of FF games for some reason, but apparently it was in the original Final Fantasy, FFIX, and some random spin-off games. Weird.

How did Mikh’a hear him talking from that far away??

Emet-Selch has such a good design and you can tell that a lot of work was put into him. The expressions he makes, the way he stands and walks--it’s all unique to him and it makes him stand out a lot.

Even after everything that happened in the expansion, I’m really fond of him. They made the right move in having him kind of forge a more personal relationship with you/the WoL, because if he hadn’t been obnoxious in the background throughout most of the expansion it wouldn’t have been anywhere near as interesting/good as it ended up being.

I obviously chose to say that they were all Alphinaud’s assistants. :P

This little scene was so cute... lali-hos for everyone...

Crystal Exarch: Ugh! I would thank you not to shoot me!

I’m sorryyyyyy ; ~; You were there and I wanted to see what would happen!!!

Crystal Exarch: Ah heh... It may interest you to know that Mikh’a is a great hero in the land whence he hails. Some would say the greatest.

This little venture made me feel like I’d suddenly gotten married and adopted a child

(Which I’d be totally fine with, tbh.)

I loved this thing, actually!! I got to heal G’raha Tia, he healed me, we both healed our new tiny dwarf child, it was great.

I’m still using the Mogrod. I’m never going to stop using it. Give me another thing that has a flower and swirly rainbows all over and maybe I’ll switch weapons, but until then? No.

...unless there’s, like... a really, really pretty plant weapon, especially if it matches Mikh’a’s outfit... but I don’t think there is.

I got to put my bubble on them. :D

He’s so cuuuuuute. And Mikh’a clearly agrees with my thoughts on him, considering the expression on his face when he looks at him.

One of the reasons I keep Mikh’a wearing the WHM gear is because I really like the contrast I get--a lot of the major characters wear black, so it looks nice when they stand next to each other. :D

Katana-bearing Centurion: The whereabouts of my one true friend, however--they interest me greatly. I but hope the beasts of this “First” are providing him proper sport.

Zenos is so funny to me. He just pops up like “did someone mention my friend” while his dad and Elidibus are having a serious conversation.

Innocence has beautiful hair and if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes I’d never believe that he was Vauthry.

You can kind of see @tarifu in this screenshot! :D

You can definitely see her here--wait... why is half the party wearing dwarf beard outfits...

This is probably weird to say, but I genuinely like when characters I play in games like this suffer/are in pain. Not, like... constantly. I just like it when NPCs get to express concern and you aren’t some kind of unbreakable hero 24/7. >_>

Obviously I was going to say his name, who wouldn’t.

This made me cry!! I thought he was dead. :C

But thankfully Emet-Selch didn’t want him dead, so he did not die.

...why’d he even need a gun? Has he always had a gun?

I wish I could just float off into the sky after ruining everything and being a big jerk

sad kitty

I died when I came here with Jack and Mari because I didn’t realize I was being targeted by the boss until it was too late. :,)

I got to practice using my shield, though!! I’m not used to having one so I’m not super great at remembering it exists and using it; the tether thing is a good visual for “this specific person is going to be damaged soon and a shield would be Good”. ...unless everyone’s bunched up and I can’t tell who has it until it’s too late, I guess.

I know I’m level 80 now, but there’s still a lot I haven’t done and I’m still trying to figure out what the best way to do things is sometimes... I still need to mess with my hotbars and stuff, actually. I think I might switch some things around more than I already have, because some useful things aren’t as easy to use as they could/should be and I’ve been wanting to mess around with stuff for a while. The Trust dungeons should be a really good opportunity to test new configurations! Or the squad dungeons, I guess. :/a

I’m still not Ardbert’s biggest fan, but I don’t dislike him.

Poor Urianger, getting stuck with the role of the only other person to know the Exarch’s plans. :(

& then everyone died going to the bottom of the sea and the game ended

I got to help put dwarf helmets on sineaters :U

I also remembered that I have fancy wings now, wheee

I got a nice new outfit after doing my last Healer role quest! :D I like it a lot~ The whites are brighter than the last outfit, and the bit in back accommodates his tail much better than the corset did.

I might play around with mixing and matching some pieces once I get newer stuff, but for now this is what I’ve got! c:

...and I refuse to wear the hat. 100%. I’m not making Mikh’a look like a weird nun. :|

Amaurot was really good, even if being there mostly just made me sad. >_> The not-people were so cute and nice, though...

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The WoL hanging out on this giant bench is so cute.

I liked getting to talk to Emet-Selch’s friend. c: Well... kind of, anyway. Since it’s not really his friend...

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Emet-Selch: I have broken bread with you, fought with you, grown ill, grown old! Sired children and yes, welcomed death’s sweet embrace.

I still don’t 100% understand how Ascians work, but I guess it’s canon that Emet-Selch fucks :/a

I regret typing that, I think, but it is apparently true

i think your fireplace has something wrong with it

Really though, this dungeon was excellent.

Alisaie decided that she wanted to LB right as one of the bosses was doing one of those “hide behind a rock Or You Will Die” things so she died & I accidentally walked right off the edge near the end of the last boss fight (oops), but other than that things went okay!

ardbert could you please clean your axe somehow before you point it at me like that. tia

This was a really neat moment :U

I’m not calling Emet-Selch Hades ever. Sorry, Emet-Selch.

I was kind of afraid to do this trial and almost waited until someone would be able to do it with me, but it really wasn’t that bad in the end!

...except for when I died five times to the same attack... orz It was that arm-sweeping one, too, so it’s not like it’s not obvious that it’s coming. My problem was that I kept getting Raised in bad places right before it happened, so he basically just kept smacking me down over and over again.

(Which was partially my fault, because I should’ve waited to accept the Raise until I knew it was safe to be alive, but... I don’t like leaving the other healer alone and I don’t want to just be lying there uselessly if I can avoid it.)

Fortunately(?) the party wiped due to something completely unrelated (a failed mechanic I had nothing to do with) and I didn’t die at all the second time around! So at least there was that.

I liked this bit in the dark. c:

I also liked when I got trapped in the bubble and didn’t have to do anything. Thanks, Emet-Selch!

Genuinely though, it was a nice little chance for me to calm the hell down because my anxiety was getting real bad before/during this fight. >_>

Poor dude. :c Obviously he’s responsible for some absolutely terrible things and I’m not going to try to deny that or anything, but he’s lived for so long and he’s had to deal with the loss of basically everyone he ever cared about for that whole time. He recreated that entire city and all of its people, that’s how much he cared.

Still no excuse for basically trying to kill all of the people he didn’t consider “real”! But also still sad, IMO.

This made me go “awww” out loud and start to tear up, haha...

I didn’t want to leave him ; ~;

Estinien said a full sentence here about how these guards were dead, too (in a way that implied he assumed that’s what they’d find), and the localization translated it as “hmph”. Kind of a weird choice there, but okay.

Zenos basically went Full Yandere since he killed his father just because he could potentially get in the way of his thing with the WoL, so... that’s something that’s going to have to be dealt with at some point.

I’m interested in seeing how things go, but I’m also a wee bit concerned that other people might get caught up in whatever this obsession is. I don’t want anyone to get hurt or killed because of Zenos’s yandere tendencies. :(

Elidibus is being Boring on the moon.

But who cares about that! I got to lead a Girl Scout meeting for my level 80 WHM quest.

Oh! Almost forgot about the story I got to tell the girls: “The tale of a man who crossed time and space to save the world... and me.”

I think the second one is about (original) Minfilia, maybe? :/a I wanted to tell them about G’raha Tia, though.

Aaaand that’s all I’ve done! \o/ I unlocked a new dungeon and I know there’s more than one post-80 dungeon, so I’ll probably check those out when I get a chance... but I finished the main stuff.

Which is kinda weird, because now I’m done again, haha... but I’ve got plenty of stuff to do before the next new stuff comes out. Especially since I discovered that Vamo alla Flamenco is the “dancer’s theme”, apparently. Need to dance ASAP >:O

#game: ffxiv

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safestplace · 6 years ago

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“so. like. are her parents super rich or what?”

when preston raimi asked this question, he asked it with a mouth full of cinnamon toast crunch. the good thing about cameron sly was that he had gotten painfully good at decoding his friend over the years between having to break down his conversations with food in his mouth, drunk voicemails, and 3am caffeine-induced conspiracy theories.

however, being able to understand his question did not do much in helping him to answer the question. cameron merely shrugged, adjusting his beanie atop his head with his eyebrows furrowed. “i mean, i don’t think so? but i dunno? how should i know?” a beat. “should i know? are you supposed to ask that? that seems like fifth date stuff. i think we’re lucky we’re following each other on instagram.”

“i’m just saying that she seems—”

“—oh, don’t say boujee.”

“oh, dude, so boujee.”

cam grabbed preston’s bowl from across the kitchen table, dragging it into the protective custody of his arms. “you’ll get this back when you learn to behave.”

“ugh, you guys started the threesome without me?” a familiar voice whined, and cam looked up to see the small form of doe madeira slinking into their kitchen. he knew his time with preston’s attention was coming to a close, and fast, and his theory was as good as proven as soon as doe was stepping in the space between preston’s seat and the table, straddling herself over his lap.

she turned her head, peering at cameron from over her shoulder through her dark hair. her smug smirk was endearing enough that it made it frustratingly difficult to be mad at her. “it’s my turn,” she hummed, as if preston didn’t already have his face pressed into the crevice in his neck.

if cam let himself think about it for more than, like, two nanoseconds, he could easily divide his life into two portions – b.d. and a.d. before doe and after doe. granted, there was never really a time in his life without doe. she was always there. she just wasn’t always attached to preston with the title of, like, girlfriend, or whatever the fuck she was going by these days. they were just friends with extremely foggy benefits, and cam, somehow, could deal with that. just like he could deal with it when doe and preston went to college on opposite ends of the country, and preston got a boyfriend, and cam got… a lot of distressed and dramatic calls from doe for, like, the two years until preston got dumped and dropped out and doe dropped out and moved back home and then it was just cam getting a degree but, you know, whatever! no biggie!

the point is, preston wasn’t paying attention anymore, but cam was still thinking about his questions from earlier. more importantly, why preston cared so much. most importantly… what did she do for a living?

“i’m pretty sure she just, like… works freelance for that, like, sad bb ghost website or whatever the fuck it is. she makes those doodles and little songs and shit with her sister? that can’t be that much money.”

doe tilted her head back before pulling away from preston – much to his dismay – and turning around so she had her back to his chest and her eyes on cameron. “are we still talking about sunny delight? how dull, come on. get new material. this is stale bread.”

“they’re coming up on five dates,” preston sounded more proud of this than cameron did.

okay, okay, so maybe he didn’t have the best track record with dates. it wasn’t his fault that most girls didn’t stick around, or didn’t realize that his jokes were actually jokes. some people aren’t meant to click. he didn’t click with most.

but, for some reason, he clicked with sunny hart. she was tiny, but she was fucking loud. she didn’t see things the way most people saw things – the way he saw things, even. she was the color yellow, personified. obnoxious, bright, impossible to miss, gorgeous, warm.

anyway.

tinder date. just a tinder date that went well.

“ooh, when’s the wedding?” doe mused, her fingers winding around preston’s in the place where his hand met her middle.

“where’s she getting her gucci from?” preston countered.

doe’s eyebrows rose. “why isn’t she sharing with her best friend, doe?”

cam rolled his eyes, standing up from the table with preston’s bowl in hand, planning to distract himself with the task of washing dishes if nothing else. anything would be a good ticket out of having this asinine conversation again.

“i’m convinced her parents are, like, mafia or something. maybe her dad invented toaster strudel. maybe—”

“—i can’t believe you’re dating an underground drug smuggler. keep an eye on your kidneys, cam. it always happens to the schmucks.”

“don’t you two have a kat wu to bother somewhere?”

“maybe she’s a sugar baby.”

“i hadn’t even thought about that.”

cam blinked back at them. “a what?”

doe pouted, standing up from preston’s lap and flouncing over to him, patting cam on his cheeks. “oh, cameron. sweet cameron. i know you know what a sugar baby is. the counter to a sugar daddy? daddy pays and baby plays?”

“never. say. that. again.”

preston grimaced. “seconded.”

doe merely grinned, shrugging. “i’m just saying. i did it in college and it definitely… helped me get that macbook my mom refused to pay for.”

cam’s eyes flipped to preston, who’d went pale and was holding his hands up in defense. “i didn’t know about, like… any of that. doe, are you—”

the smile broke on doe’s face within seconds, mischievous enough to make you think that maybe, just maybe, she was serious about it. the laughter in her eyes indicated otherwise. “do i really look like i’d even humor an old man with the thought of tickling his pickle? please. preston’s lucky i tickle his.” she winked in his direction, poking her tongue out, before looking back at cameron. “all i’m saying is that it’s definitely fast cash and it’s, like, good cash. so. maybe so.”

preston stood from the table, arms winding around her waist and guiding her backwards, toward his (their) room. “as much fun as this has turned into…”

as if on a timer, cameron’s phone buzzed in his pocket as soon as they were disappearing down the hallway. a new text was waiting for him from sunny.

sunny: u wouldn’t happen 2 have plans tonight, would you?

sunny: if u don’t, or if u do, can i be your plans?

he had doe’s conspiracy shoved into the furthest corner cabinet of his mind before he could tap out the word “yes.”

#sunny x cam #doe x preston #~

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okaybutvoltron · 6 years ago

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Omg 1500 congratulations!! I saw u crying over ATLA and just.. relatable. Well let's see how about 📑 (sheith, first meeting, can be as cute and cheesy as you want) Thank u for tagging me you're so sweet💕

Thank you!! And atla is killing me slowly. I’m so mad at past me for not watching it sooner! Thank you for the request! I absolutely loved doing it. I actually had this idea in my head for a while so this was a good chance to finally get it out. Basically think this scene but with Sheith. So this is an AU but I hope you still like it! Meet-Cute’s are my favourite.

I’m having a Follower Appreciation for 1500! Thank you all

Keith’s eyes slid shut and he tipped his head back, letting the morning sun wash over his face and warm him. The spring was finally starting to heat the earth but there was still a chill in the air at this time of the morning. He gently pet the dog whose head was resting on his knee as he sat on the park bench, humming absently in agreement to whatever was being said on the other end of his phone.

“You’re not even paying attention to me, are you Keith?” He heard Lance almost yell through the phone, snapping him back to reality.

For a moment Keith thought about lying but just rolled his eyes and replied “No, not really.”

“Seriously, dude, I’m hurt.” He could practically see the dramatic pose Lance was no doubt striking, regardless of how many strangers may be around him at the moment.

“If it was something important, I promise I’ll apologize. But if it was stupid I’ll zone out again, so really this is on you,” Keith said, watching as the dog lifted his head and started looking intently around the park.

“It’s about the dog, Keith! You know it’s about the dog!”

Keith sighed into the phone, “Hence why I was ignoring you.”

“I just can’t believe you adopted him. Have you really thought this through?”

“Of course I have! He’s fine!” Keith defended himself and his new pet. He watched as the dog stood up and start pacing, so Keith let his leash loosen a bit to give him more freedom. The dog walked back and forth a few times before focusing on something in the distance. Probably the squirrel he wanted to chase earlier.

“Keith. He’s huge. He’s fast. And he’s barely trained. Seriously when I was walking him last night he ran off so fast it was like he teleported. If that girl hadn’t caught him he would have been long gone and–”

“Yeah, but she did catch him and you got her number, so really it worked out pretty well for you.”

“Well, of course I ask for her number, she was gorgeous! But that’s beside the point. Keith, you’ve never had a dog before I just don’t know if he’s the best first pet. He doesn’t even play fetch!”

“That’s not his fault, Lance, no one taught him! And we were working on it this morning.”

“Oh, are you at the park?” Lance asked, his curiosity piqued.

“Yeah. I figured a nice walk before I went to work for the day would be good for him.”

“Nice work, Kogane, taking the dog to the park to pick people up already. You’re learning from me well.”

Keith rolled his eyes, “I’m not going to pick anyone up. You get one number one time and you think you’re a pick up artist, Lance.” He frowned as the dog looked back up at him.

“Well I basically am, seriously you should have seen her–”

“I get it Lance, she’s beautiful, flowing white locks, I heard it all,” Keith grasped the handle a little harder as the dog started barking and jumping a bit at the end of the leash, probably still trying to go after the squirrel. Keith looked behind him to try and see if he could find what he was barking at, but all he saw was a guy a few benches away watching the dog from behind a book. Keith waved a sheepish apology at him and the man went back to reading.

“Did he poop yet?”

Keith turned back around and loosened his hold on the leash as the dog calmed again and laid down on the ground, watching Keith from the corner of his eye. “What kind of a question is that?”

“I don’t know, dog owners know that kind of thing. You gotta make sure he’s healthy. Did you pick it up in a little doggie bag? Did you have to carry it around? I mean, it’s one thing to have to pick up dog poop, but it’s a whole ‘nother level when you actually have to walk around with it in your hand, y’know?”

Keith groaned, “Yes, Lance, I walked around with a bag of dog shit in my hand. Yes, it was weird. No, I’m not getting rid of the dog.”

“Ugh, fine. Be stubborn. But you at least have to name him soon. You can’t just keep calling–” but Lance was cut short as the phone was ripped from Keith’s hand.

“Hey! Give that back!” He hollered as the dog leaned down on his front paws, phone in his mouth and tail wagging high in the air. The dog faked one way and then took off in the direction of the squirrel, the surprise ripping the leash out of Keith’s hand.

“Hey, dog! Come back!” Keith yelled scrambling to his feet, taking off and hoping no one was watching. Hearing about this from Lance was going to be bad enough, he thought with a groan as he chased after the rogue dog.

The dog jumped around a bit, frolicking, tossing the phone up into the air and catching it, turning to Keith and sticking his butt back up in the air as if to play. “Alright, very funny,” Keith said as he slowed down and walked calmly up to the dog, internally wanting to die as he saw the man on the bench watching him from above his book again.

Keith crouched down to the ground and stretched his hand out, “Come on then, give it back.”

But the dog bounded away again with a bark, his leash trailing mockingly behind him, all the way to the man on the other bench. He finally dropped the phone on the ground beside the bench and sat down, barking a few more times.

“Oh, of course,” Keith said with a groan as he stood back up and walked over to the bench. He tried to keep his cheeks from burning up as he walked over to his dog and the stranger, looking down at the ground and picking up the leash as soon as he was close enough. “Sorry about him,” Keith said still staring at the ground and picking up his phone, refusing to look at the stranger.

“That’s alright,” he replied, “I was just heading out anyway. The bench is all yours.”

Before Keith could even fully look up the other man was already walking away. With a death grip on the leash he turned to look at the dog who had his most innocent face on and was glancing back and forth between Keith and the man walking away. “Lance may actually be right this time,” Keith said, shaking his head, “maybe you do need more training.” But before the words were totally out of his mouth the dog took off again, barrelling down the pathway after the other man.

With a death grip on the leash this time Keith refused to let go and was dragged along after the large and powerful dog. “No no no! Stop!” He yelled as they neared that same man along the path yet again. Right when the man heard them coming and turned around to look, the dog ran passed him and looped back around dragging keith right into the other man and wrapping them up in the leash.

The dog pulled tight and Keith was pressed right up against the man. He put his hands against the man’s – unexpectedly strong – chest and started babbling “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into him, I swear–”

At the same time as the man started laughing sheepishly, one hand going up to scratch at the back of his head, “No, it’s fine, really! Don’t worry about it!”

But before they could get their balance back, the dog gave another quick tug on the leash and they both went silent, eyes going wide in a brief panic as they locked gazes and started to fall over, right into the pond.

“Oh my God!” Keith yelled as they hit water, the other man following it up almost instantly with a loud “Holy shit!”

It may be spring but the water hasn’t warmed up yet and they’re both instantly soaked. Luckily the dog finally let up on pulling on the leash and it fell loose, letting the two men scramble to their feet, Keith still sputtering apologies.

As they get their feet under themselves and look at each other Keith finds his long black hair has fallen over his eyes, absolutely soaked, and he looks through it to see the other man’s stark white bangs have been plastered down over one of his eyes as well.

They lock eyes again, Keith falling silent. The spell is quickly broken when the dog barks and the two men turn to him just as he gives that whole bodied shake dogs do, and they both throw their arms up in a weak defence against the second spray of ice cold water.

They both drop their hands to their sides in defeat and look at each other again through their drooping hair, and they both start laughing. Keith can’t help but smile at the full bodied laugh the other man lets out, his head falling back as if he hasn’t laughed that hard in his life.

They both stop laughing eventually, still slowly sinking deeper into the muck, but neither seeming to care anymore. They smile at each other and the stranger thrusts his hand out between them “I’m Shiro,” he says.

Keith shakes his head and smiles, his hand reaching out to shake Shiro’s “I’m Keith.”

“Well, despite the circumstances it’s nice to meet you, Keith,” Shiro says as he pushes his white bangs out of his face. They stick up in a ridiculous cowlick and Keith can’t look away.

Shiro crouches down in front of the dog and pats his head, “And who’s this excited guy?” he asks as the dog lets his tongue loll out like he’s never done anything wrong in his life, ever.

Keith crouches down beside him, his thigh lightly brushing against Shiro’s. “He actually doesn’t have a name yet.”

“Well,” Shiro says, turning to let out grin at Keith, “I guess we’ll have to work on that.”

And Keith fights off a blush as they finally help each other climb out of the frigid water. Not that he’d ever admit it, but it does look like Lance was right about the dog for once.

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twiexmachina · 7 years ago

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I have a ryomarx mistaken number au that I never wrote, but yesterday, the tweet that Matt “voice of Ryoma” Mercer got shitfaced and passed out on the creator of Neopets couch and.

well.

i got inspired and it got out of hand. and i feel sorry for everyone on mobile.

🍣 22:25 grumpy 🍣 22:26 grumpy im so bored 🍣 22:26 i’m bored at a bar and that never happens 😭

😾 22:31 You? The life of the party? Bored? That never happens.

🍣 22:32 I KNOW 🍣 22:32 but alas 🍣 22:33 im bored

😾 22:35 So you’re texting me.

🍣 22:35 ya 🍣 22:36 dont get pouty grumpy 🍣 22:38 i like you and you’re good to talk to so i text you regularly. more than my friends who i actually socialize with

😾 22:39 I understand. So tell me what has you bored. Because I have a feeling that this doesn’t happen much.

🍣 22:40 u kno me so well 🍣 22:41 theres 2 reasons why i’m like this 🍣 22:42 the first is that because this is a friday so my jobmates go out and we drink

😾 22:43 You think you would be good at that.

🍣 22:44 YOUD THINK 🍣 22:45 but my usual friends had other stuff so they didn’t want to go out 🍣 22:46 my entire friend group grumpy 🍣 22:46 i kno the people here but i dont know them

😾 22:47 I hate that I can understand what that means, but go on.

🍣 22:48 mmmmmmmm 🍣 22:48 im tired of talking about me what are you up to

😾 22:49 You’re deflecting.

🍣 22:49 ya

😾 22:50 I’ll allow it 😾 22:51 I’m at home, as usual. It’s late so I’m just reading. My youngest sister went to bed so we have to be quiet.

🍣 22:52 dont u ever go out 🍣 22:53 ur always home reading

😾 22:51 Not particularly. 😾 22:54 Where I work, it’s tradition to go to some local bar and drink. Network, I guess. But I can’t handle that. 😾 22:57 I spend so much energy managing everyone and making sure that things get done, I can’t allocate the energy to go out and talk to people I barely know. 😾 22:58 So it’s just easier to go home, unwind around family, crash in peace. I also have things to do in the morning.

🍣 22:59 weekends arent your days off

😾 23:00 Exactly 😾 23:00 Also That Asshole would make a scene if I went. 😾 23:03 Make it a Big Deal that the resident hermit is going out to get drinks. If I decided to go, he would not leave me alone the entire night. If I don’t go, well isn’t that just standard. He accepts that I won’t go, so he says nothing.

🍣 23:04 what a prick

😾 23:04 I know.

🍣 23:05 i honestly hate that he’s always up your ass about things like that 🍣 23:06 like...........cant he tell?????? that youre overworked and tired????? 🍣 23:07 but thats kinda where im at right now 🍣 23:08 at ‘i don’t have the energy to talk to these people’ 🍣 23:09 i have before. we dont have anything in common except work. 🍣 23:10 i wouldnt mind talking but all there is is work

😾 23:11 You could recommend sushi places. Worked for me.

🍣 23:14 u underestimate urself. youre easy to talk to. youre grumpy but we do have similar interests and personality

😾 23:15 I like spelling more than you do though.

🍣 23:16 i spent time cultivating this style and both u and my sis get hilariously annoyed by this so it wont stop

😾 23:17 Thank you though. You’re comforting to talk with. 😾 23:23 You said there was another reason?

🍣 23:24 ya this bar only has good beer and its not buzzing the same way

😾 23:26 I didn’t think you partied that hard at a bar. Do you really need something hard?

🍣 23:26 ya 🍣 23:27 see its my dads fault

😾 23:28 I don’t know your age biut I was assuming that you were old enough to not be blaming things on your father.

🍣 23:31 nah not like that. my dad and moms took my little bro over to japan to see family. i didnt go because ~job~ but i always really liked going. dad brought back sake and ive been going over to hang out and drink and just talk. 🍣 23:32 dad brought back a lot of sake 🍣 23:32 it mustve had a big effect on me 🍣 23:33 because this beer is s h i t 🍣 23:34 do you even drink

😾 23:35 Yes, a glass of wine at dinner, most nights. Just a glass.

🍣 23:36 not surprised 🍣 23:37 do u buy vintage wine 🍣 23:38 ive recommended u the best japanese food to eat in the city recommend me a fine vintage good sir

😾 23:40 Not my thing, I just go to the local liquor store. I don’t need anything that fancy or extreme. 😾 23:41 Granted, my father owned a vineyard, so I do know that stuff, I choose not to care.

🍣 23:42 plz tell me u drink boxed wine to get back at your Rich Dick Father

😾 23:44 I don’t hate myself that much. 😾 23:50 Did the bar get more entertaining Sushi?

🍣 23:51 havent forgotten about you grumpy just getting more to drink

😾 23:53 I just realized that you’ve been there for over an hour. How much are you drinking?

🍣 23:54 grumpy youve never been to a bar have you

😾 23:55 Do clubs count?

🍣 23:56 grumpy 🍣 23:56 oh my god 🍣 23:56 grumpy goes clubbing

😾 23:57 I don’t go there in my spare time. I go there because my friend wants me there to be his wingman.

🍣 23:58 grumpy youre literally killing me im giggling at a bar 🍣 00:00 grumpy i think this is the first time that youve implied that you may have a sex life

😾 00:01 Don’t worry I don’t have a sex life. 😾 00:02 I don’t know why I didn’t realize that sentence was a mistake until I sent it. 😾 00:05 Anyway since you’re still dying, I should say that I don’t know why he takes me as a wingman because it goes three ways. 😾 00:06 Either he never had a chance because of just him himself, I fail as a wingman, or I end up getting their number instead.

🍣 00:07 g r u m p y

😾 00:08 i k n o w

🍣 00:09 oh god have you ever hooked up with someone you met in a bar 🍣 00:10 have you gotten a bathroom blowjob????

😾 00:10 You’ve been drinking too much. Also no, I like to be friends with someone before I date them, and especially before I have sex.

🍣 00:11 grumpy this is not drunk at all 🍣 00:12 i dont get drunk 🍣 00:12 i got shitfaced once 🍣 00:13 never again

😾 00:14 Tell me.

🍣 00:15 ugh i hate this memory 🍣 00:16 so have you ever played neopets 🍣 00:17 okay so i know thats a no 🍣 00:17 i haven’t either 🍣 00:18 but s o m e h o w i ended up in their hotel

😾 00:20 Sushi it’s midnight, I can’t be laughing.

🍣 00:21 dont laugh at my shame

😾 00:22 How did you even get there?

🍣 00:21 grumpy do u kno what shitfaced means 🍣 00:22 at least i didnt bang the neopets dude. i was clothed unfortunately because i threw up on it 🍣 00:23 some poor maid had to clean a couch i ruined 😖

😾 00:24 This is still hilarious but I’m seriously worried about you.

🍣 00:25 we cant all be ~rational~ 🍣 00:25 can u still be my friend knowing im like this

😾 00:26 Of course.

🍣 00:35 hey can u start to use emojis or loose grammar or something so you dont make my jokes serious like this

😾 00:37 My opinion of you started incredibly low considering you dialed the wrong number and then proceeded to continue talking to me.

🍣 00:38 yes perfect deflection thank you 🍣 00:40 I’m glad my fat fingers dialed your number. youre a good friend 🍣 00:50 guess you fell asleep good night grumpy. thanks for talking with me. i didnt realize how late it was because time flies when i talk to you

#twiexfanfiction #twiexdrabbles #wrong number au #long post #why should i write my novel when i can write text conversations

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jeontaeh · 4 years ago

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〚THIRTEEN〛

"Jungkook!" A loud voice boomed, instantly snapping Jungkook's attention.

He turned around, as if in slow motion, the hallways seeming lighter and prettier than usual, everyone parting ways and standing by the sides, watching Jungkook with wide eyes. It's like there were fairy lights hung on the walls, sunlight drowning out the washed floorboards.

Jungkook saw him. Taehyung, walking up to him, wearing a suit and tie, and holding a pink rose in his hand. Jungkook's breath hitched, and suddenly he heard faint music playing in the background. Like an accordian playing in the streets of Paris.

Taehyung walked up to him, eyebrows dark as always, hair swept back. Jungkook felt Taehyung grab his hand, and a gasp left the lips of everyone around him.

Wind rushed past Jungkook, making his hair move with the wind. Taehyung brought the flower forward, and then tucked it behind Jungkook's ear.

"I want you to be mine." Taehyung's raspy voice spoke, and the french cliche romantic music got louder. "All mine." Taehyung continued.

Jungkook felt his heart beating rapidly. "Y-yours?"

"My boyfriend." Taehyung whispered, and then grabbed Jungkook and twirled him around, and then caught him by the waist instantly, dragging him close, the smaller boy letting out a gasp.

"I like you, Jungkook." Taehyung continued, and Jungkook gulped. "Marry me?"

Jungkook froze, and then Taehyung shook his shoulders. "Jungkook?" He asked, and then shook his shoulders again. "Jungkook!"

"Jungkook!"

Jungkook opened his eyes wide and saw the ceiling, realising he was on his bed. Jungkook pitifully turned to the side, hitting his bed with his fists.

"What the fuck is wrong with you- you were squealing in your sleep!" Jimin snapped, and then hit Jungkook with a pillow.

Jungkook sat up, kicking Jimin's ass. "Fuck off! I was having a good dream."

"Ooh, what about?" Jimin asked, having successfully woken Jungkook up. Jungkook got up from the bed, walking into the washroom with annoyance- grabbing his phone while walking to it.

"Your mom."

"Shut up."

Jungkook walked into the washroom, closing the door behind him. Once he did, he whined to himself, sliding against the door and onto the floor.

He thought the dream was real.

And his heart... was beating... so fucking fast. He didn't know why. But the idea of Taehyung giving him a pink rose and asking him to be his boyfriend?? Fucking legendary. Jungkook felt his heart flutter uncontrollably, an uneasy feeling in his tummy.

He opened his phone, seeing a snapchat by Taehyung. He got almost a little excited and clicked it open, and then saw-

V hey lol i have a boner

V wanna suck me off?

Jungkook let out a disdainful sigh, and rolled his eyes, deciding to answer him.

Jungkook no its like 8 am

V dick sucking got no time limit

Jungkook cant u at least text me 'good morning' or 'did you sleep well' before texting me stuff like this

V good morning how was your day did you sleep well Can you suck my dick

Jungkook i hate you

V is that a no

Jungkook rolled his eyes again, getting up from the icky washroom door. To think Taehyung would message him for any other reason except him having a boner... Jungkook really thought.

He quickly took a shower and brushed his teeth and all that and walked out. Him and Jimin then left their room and walked towards the cafeteria.

"By the way, you and V seem really close lately." Jimin commented, and Jungkook hummed.

"Yeah." He said, nervous.

"What happened? I mean, the two of you hated each other. But suddenly you're best friends."

"Things change, I guess." Jungkook chuckled awkwardly, and Jimin hummed, letting the topic go.

They reached the cafeteria, and Jungkook saw the boys sitting at their table, and while walking towards them- heard Jin say- "Owls are basically the same as lobsters and here's why. In 1876 when-"

"I can't deal with this shit. I'm gonna go take a walk." Jungkook said, and Jimin nodded to him, walking over to hear the discussion for himself.

Jungkook turned around to walk out of the cafeteria. His thoughts were all over the place. Suddenly instead of wanting to have Taehyung push him against a wall- he wanted Taehyung to hold him tight and kiss him. He wanted to hear him talk for hours and wanted to watch.. movies with him.. or other gay stuff. Ugh!

"Jungkook!" Jungkook heard while walking down the hallways, and turned around slowly.

He saw Taehyung walking towards him, red bandana, black shirt, sweatpants. He had a small smile on his face.

Just seeing Taehyung made Jungkook's stomach take a somersault. He saw Taehyung walk closer, and then grab Jungkook's waist. Jungkook's breath hitched in his throat when he saw Taehyung lean in a little.

"Your ass looks tight as fuck in those shorts, Jeon." Taehyung whispered, and Jungkook instantly groaned and pulled away, turning around.

"I thought you were gonna say something nice!" Jungkook snapped, and Taehyung began walking behind him, frowning.

"How was that not something nice? I just said your ass looked tight! That's a compliment if I've ever heard one." Taehyung said, and Jungkook stopped and turned around.

"Well why can't you compliment my face? Or how nice my hair looks? Or my eyes? Or maybe my personality?" Jungkook said, and Taehyung scoffed.

"Listen, I'd fuckin' compliment your personality if I could put my dick in it."

"I hate you." Jungkook grumbled, and Taehyung grabbed his arm, rolling his eyes.

"What? What'd I say? You always get mad at me, Jeon." Taehyung said, and Jungkook got pulled towards him. "What do you want me to say?"

Jungkook paused for a little, looking at Taehyung. He looked down for a couple of seconds, and then shook his head. "Nothing."

Taehyung grabbed Jungkook's chin, lifting it up. He looked behind Jungkook to ensure no one was there, and then leaned in, drawing himself closer to Jungkook's lips. Jungkook twitched excitedly and leaned up, but then they heard some voices.

"Hey what are you guys doing-"

Taehyung pushed Jungkook away kind of hard, and Jungkook fell onto the ground. Taehyung turned around in an instant, seeing Yoongi and Hoseok.

"Hey! Guys! It's- we' we were just walking around. Y'know. Talking. About- um- girls." Taehyung said quickly, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Y'know. About- t-tits- and- and. Um- ..Vagina." Taehyung let out, and then covered his face with his hand when he realised what he just said.

"Okay.. cool." Hoseok said, a little confused by his outburst. Jungkook was still on the floor, waiting for Taehyung to turn around. "Anyways.. we were going to hang out in the lounge. Wanna join?"

"Sure." Taehyung said, and Yoongi and Hoseok nodded and turned around to walk away. "V!" Jungkook snapped, and Taehyung turned around. Taehyung reached his hand down, and Jungkook let him grab his own- but Taehyung yanked him into a standing position.

"You should've made out no one was there." Taehyung grumbled, and turned around to walk away. Jungkook rolled his eyes, following Taehyung with his head hanging a little low.

Jungkook followed him down the stairs, and when they reached the bottom floor where no one was, Taehyung sighed. "Will you stop pouting!" Taehyung snapped, turning to face him.

Jungkook frowned, seeing Taehyung walk closer to him. "I-I was just-"

Taehyung grabbed him and kissed him really hard, and Jungkook got a little surprised, fumbling to grab Taehyung's arms. Taehyung squeezed his waist and then pulled away, breathing heavily, looking at Jungkook with darkened eyes.

"Sorry." Taehyung said quickly, and Jungkook looked up. "For- um- kissing you. You just.. look really cute when you pout." Taehyung mumbled, and then took a step back, clearing his throat.

Jungkook felt his cheeks tinting rosy red, and felt his stomach explode with butterflies. "And.. sorry for trying to kiss you in public. That was my fault. Shouldn't have gotten mad at you for that." Taehyung said quickly, and Jungkook reached forward, wiping something off Taehyung's shirt.

"I'm glad you apologised. I'm sorry too.." Jungkook trailed, and then reached his hand up to Taehyung's chin. "..for being so cute." Jungkook giggled when Taehyung slapped his ass, and they both turned around, continuing to walk.

They reached the lounge and walked towards it. Jungkook peeked inside the room and saw his friends standing around. Jimin saw Jungkook and waved at him, gesturing at him to come inside- but then Taehyung grabbed Jungkook's arm, pulling him away and against the wall.

"Listen." Taehyung said, and Jungkook hummed. "This seems kinda boring. Do you wanna go to the mall?"

Jungkook paused. "The mall?" Jungkook let out, and Taehyung nodded, and pressed his thumbs to Jungkook's waist.

"Yeah, yeah- we could shop a little, eat some food- ooh! Go to the arcade!" Taehyung suggested, and Jungkook felt his heart beating faster.

"Y-you wanna go with me? Alone?" Jungkook squeaked, and Taehyung snickered, as if it was obvious. "Well, yeah. It'd be fun, y'know?"

Jungkook nodded hastily. "Yeah. Lots of fun." Jungkook said in a small voice, and Taehyung smiled.

Taehyung turned away from him and began walking away, and Jungkook walked quickly to catch up with him. Taehyung turned to look at Jungkook.

"It's a date." Taehyung winked, and Jungkook stopped there right in his steps.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod-

"A-a date?" Jungkook squeaked out, and then heard a snicker.

"I'm joking, Jeon. Chill. We're just going out as- as friends. Pals. Bros. Homies-"

"I get it." Jungkook said with a giggle as they walked down the steps and towards the exit of the school building.

"What? Do you.. want it to be a date-"

"No." Jungkook blurted out, looking at Taehyung. "Of course not."

Taehyung let out a phew. "Good. That'd be weird as fuck." Taehyung commented, and Jungkook nodded.

They continued walking, and Jungkook's mind distracted him endlessly. It's not a date, Jungkook reminded himself. Stop thinking it's a date. You're just 2 dudes going to the mall to hang out together. It's not a big deal.

Jungkook felt his stomach do flip flops. It's a date, his mind blurted, and then he cringed at himself, and at how his heart raced at that.

He knew what this feeling was, but he refused to admit it to himself. But he knew damn well what it was. He realised it the night in the art room.

He caught feelings for Taehyung.

Aka, the only thing you shouldn't do with a fuckbuddy.

Fuck.

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forkanna · 7 years ago

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It took me all night to stop feeling embarrassed about the scene Knives caused. Maybe deep down, I really did feel flattered that she cared this much, but it was buried under so much shame and annoyance that I couldn't even feel it accurately. Where did she get off inserting herself into my life as some weird kind of protector? Especially since I didn't need any protecting. At all. That was just some random crap I made up to make it clear that I wasn't interested in her hanging around and making me feel better. Not my fault she was too dense to realise.

A few days later, I saw her again. Just enough time to forget that the whole incident happened before I was freshly reminded because she came barging back into my life. Great.

"Are you stalking me?"

"What?" Knives asked, trying to casually drop down from the tree branch. She landed with a quiet tmp against the little patch of grass around the trunk, a would-be innocent smile playing across her lips. "Noooo… not at all."

"Because it feels like you're stalking me. And what's with that?"

"Nothing!" Her hand whipped to one side, throwing the binoculars so hard that they disappeared into the sky with a brief gleam. "Nobody was watching you since you left the house this morning, don't be silly!"

Sighing, I continued walking down the pavement. She kept pace with me; now that I'd found her out, apparently she had decided there was no point in keeping a low profile anymore. My hands clenched into fists in my hoodie pockets. "Fine. What do you want?"

"Well… I'm trying to do surveillance."

"Yeah, I got that."

"For the challenges? You know… see if I can tell from the outside anything more about what I'll face on the inside. So far, nothing obvious. But I wanna be ready!"

"For the imaginary challenges? Wow, quelle surprise."

"Are they imaginary though?" she breathed with a slight squinting of her eyes.

"Dude… you are so weird." For some reason, that made her grin at me, and I rolled my eyes. Didn't seem to be any point in trying to get rid of her anymore, so I just said, "I'm going to work. You won't have anything to do there but watch me watch old movies."

"I love old movies! Like, like… the first Harry Potter!"

Inwardly, I died a little.

~ o ~

This manic chick actually came with me to the video rental store. I shouldn't have to tell you that in this millennium, especially after the first decade of it, there's really no point in even having a video rental store anymore, so we had no customers. It was literally hours of sitting around and watching movie after movie, while maybe one guy came in and asked where 'the good stuff' was kept. My glare sent him packing.

"So was it that bad wherever you went for uni that you ended up slumming it back here again?"

"Not bad," Knives told me as she sat on the counter, spinning the orange she had gotten from a convenience store on the way in her hands. It was the last thing either of us had to eat after we made our way through some cheesy Nineties rom-com. "Just not home. Toronto is just, you know? Like… everything's so cool here."

"Yeah, it's freezing."

"Not right now. Summer in Toronto is like, the best. Plus my friend Tamara lives here, I was hoping I'd see her."

There was something about how genuine Knives was that reminded me of Scott when we first met. That could probably play a role in why they were attracted to each other in the first place, and I might be more certain of that if I were some kind of TV pop-psychologist. As in, Scott saw something of his younger self in Knives, the way he was before he broke my heart and Envy broke his in turn. Yadda yadda.

Maybe that's why I hadn't thrown her out yet. Nostalgia.

"Kim?"

"What?" I snapped, since I had been snapped out of my stupor.

"The movie's over."

"Oh…" Ducking my head, I reached over to pull the DVD of 'The Mystical Head' out of the player. "Shit…"

Head tilted to one side, Knives asked me, "What would you be watching if you had to pick? Right now?"

"Zombie Corpse Mutilator IV: The Zombining."

"Really? Is it any good? I don't watch very many scary movies…"

With a long sigh, I stood up and stretched my arms over my head. Knives tried to balance the orange on the bridge of her nose, failed, and caught it before it fell very far. "You probably just want me to put on some drivel like 'Let's Hope There's A Heaven,' don't you?"

"No," she laughed easily. "What about… 'Seven Shaolin Masters'? I like action, but not like, just a bunch of stuff blowing up. And I heard that one's supposed to be pretty authentic, it was done by a Chinese director."

The way she looked all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed reminded me of a squirrel spotting a nut it hadn't cracked yet. Maybe I was the nut. Who knows? But for some reason, her excitement and complete disregard of whether or not I crapped all over her good mood was getting past my defenses. So much so that I said…

"Sure. Think we have a few copies."

We watched it. Not a bad flick. I guess I like it about as much as I like anything, really. Not high praise, but you get the picture. Knives was eating it up. Really… the weirdest part is that she never complained about having to sit there on the counter, just hopped down once in a while to stretch her legs and lean against it instead. Like we had been doing this for years: her coming to hang out with me while I 'worked'. Felt like the plot of some low-budget indie film, shot in black-and-white to be 'ironic'.

About halfway through, she did go to the lavatory, and when she came back she stayed behind the counter. I started to tell her she wasn't allowed, but decided I didn't care enough. Maybe I'm getting soft at the ripe old age of twenty-four.

"Hey," I suddenly asked, during a boring part in which the main character was meditating.

"Hm?"

"What are you doing?"

"Watching a movie."

"No… I mean like, going to uni. What's your whole deal?" I cringed; that was a pretty crappy way to ask the question. But, as usual, Knives didn't seem to mind.

"Not really sure. Just want to figure out what I'm doing. My mom wants me to be a doctor, but that is so not happening. Like… I kinda want to found a martial arts school. Super cliché, but I've never really been good at anything else, except fangirling. Which isn't really a 'job' I can get."

"Sure you could. Rent yourself out as a professional fangirl."

Her eyes went round. "You can do that?!" But for once, she seemed to get that I was teasing and smiled. "Aww, silly Kim. But… actually I wonder if there'd be any interest in it… maybe I could start a whole new thing!"

"Weirdo."

"What about you?"

That caught me off guard. "Huh? I'm a drummer."

"Yeah, but you aren't really in a band right now, right? You said you and Neil's sister are just kind of trying stuff."

"It's none of your-" But I cut myself off. This wasn't an interrogation, and Knives wasn't trying to pry. Wasn't trying to. "I just… am trying to figure that out. My life got kicked in the butt by a few events and I need a rebuilding year."

"But it's already been a year since your last band-"

"Knives…"

She fell silent, turning away to finish the movie. She looked guilty, which wasn't really what I wanted; I just wanted her to take the hint that it's not the most fun subject to bring up for me right now. But I didn't know how to tell her that without getting all sappy and feelsy, so I didn't try.

When Comeau came in to relieve me, we split, and she followed along behind like a good puppy. A good stray puppy. One I never wanted, but for some reason, I didn't mind her there. We did start getting along toward the end of Sex Bob-omb's career, I guess.

"You wanna get some food? It's about dinner time. Or you probably have plans, huh?"

Shrugging, I managed to mutter, "Eh." I didn't have any plans. I never had many plans anymore; met up with Stephen once a week, or less. Steph wasn't so much a friend as a colleague… which I guess was where both of them stood with me. Where did everybody go?

"Cool. Wanna get Sneaky Dee's?"

"Ugh… too noisy. Not in the mood."

"Poutine? Sushi?"

I started to make a very vaguely racist joke about sushi being the wrong food for her, but decided it would be more hurtful than funny. Especially to Knives, who only seemed to get the most obvious jokes. "Poutine works. I could use some gravy-laden goodness."

"Cool. Let's do it!"

She skipped off down the path, hair bouncing on the breeze. I didn't notice before that she was still keeping it short, I was so focused on the fact that she stopped dyeing it in the front. Kind of a compromise between who she had been before Scott and who she was after, maybe.

Not that I knew why I was noticing now. I must really have been bored. "Wait up, you dumbass," I grumbled under my breath as I trudged after her.

~ o ~

Somehow, grabbing dinner with this almost-a-stranger was fine. She gushed about college life, about some group of friends she found online and really connected with or whatever. I was only half paying attention while I chewed. Between bites she was drinking a ginger ale, and kept setting it down so hard that a few droplets would fly up and land on the table, or even on her face. That annoyed me, but it was also kind of… cute somehow. Maybe I needed therapy.

Once we finished up, we walked to the bus stop that would take her back in the direction of her house. It was awkward. There was no real reason for it to be awkward but it was; she looked down at her boots, rocking back and forth with her hands in the small of her back.

"U-um… do you mind if I drop by more? You seemed kind of unhappy to see me at first. If you really want me to leave you alone forever…"

"Yes. I do."

"Okay. S-sorry, Kim."

Now I felt like I was kicking a puppy. She wasn't really that bad; I just hated being forced to endure the company of anyone besides myself and my inner demons. "Ugh… just don't make a big deal about it, and shut up if we get too busy, alright? God."

Her mopey face turned into a wide smile over the course of the following five seconds. "YAY!" No seriously, she said 'yay'. And meant it. What the fuck was she even? Her arms sprang forward, and before I could tell what was about to happen, she had me caught in a crushing hug.

"Let GO. Dude, seriously! Off!"

"I'll see you tomorrow! Oh man, this is gonna be a great summer!" Without any further ado, she pranced over to the bus stop, walking backward so she could wave at me the entire time. Anybody could have predicted that she would trip over the old man's dachshund, but she picked herself up right away with a light giggle, apologising to both of them before waving again.

Our definitions of "great summer" don't have much overlap.

To Be Continued…

#kim pine's precious little knives #forkanna writes #kim pine #knives chau #scott pilgrim vs. the world #forkanna the writer

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ladyloveandjustice · 8 years ago

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The Great Ace Attorney Replay: Trials and Tribulations, Case 5, the final part

Phoenix and Miles meet and Miles basically gives him a motivational speech

“U GOTTA FIGHT WRIGHT!!!”

And Phoenix is all “YEAH U DON’T HAVE TO TELL ME!!!!”

“I KNOW U CAN DO IT U HAVE THAT LOOK IN YOUR EYE YOU’RE GONNA DO IT”

“YEAH I’M GONNA DO IT GONNA GET THIS GUY!”

And then they double high-five in the middle of the lobby or something.

Miles: I leave the rest in your capable hands... partner.

PARTNER IN LAW. PARTNER IN LIFE. PARTNER IN LOVE. AMIRITE.

I dunno how chatty I’ll be during this trial because there are only so many ways to say “I hate Godot so much”. (Note from the future- I will still be chatty).

Dahlia is so good at being passive aggressive during this whole trial. I like this heartless serial murderer so much better than u Godot.

And we finally reveal that Dahlia is in the courtroom hanging with us, not Iris

Phoenix: Did you say the plan was to kill Maya?

Dahlia: Yes? You got a problem with that?

YES DAHLIA I KNOW YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND OR LIKE FEELINGS BUT MOST PEOPLE WOULD HAVE A PROBLEM WITH SOMEONE TRYING TO KILL THEIR BESTIE.

She insisting Maya is dead and this part:

Phoenix: Th-That's absurd! M-Maya is just... She's just trapped! Trapped inside the Sacred Cavern!

Dahlia: Really...? You're as foolishly optimistic as ever, aren't you... my darling Feenie?

Phoenix: ...!

Dahlia: Do you want to know the truth? Ever since we met... I've despised you. Your sniveling naïveté and your pathetic faith in other people.

Just always give me chills. SHE’S SO DELICIOUSLY EVIL.

I mean she’s basically going “HAHA LOOK AT YOU CARING ABOUT PEOPLE AND HAVING EMOTIONS. LOSER.”

Dahlia was super disappointed when she couldn’t take revenge on Mia from beyond the grave. OR COULD SHE? She decided to “go after the person Mia Fey loved most.”

HEY GODOT. DO YOU HEAR THAT. MAYA IS THE PERSON MIA LOVES MOST IN THE WORLD. AND YET YOU PUT HER IN DANGER FOR YOUR STUPID EGO. IT’S ALMOST LIKE YOU DIDN’T REALLY LOVE MIA AND ONLY LOVE YOURSELF.

AT LEAST DAHLIA’S HONEST ABOUT HER ISSUES.

Ohh yeesh I forgot how intense this got. Dahlia tries to convince Phoenix that Maya accidentally killed her mother, then killed herself out of guilt. Phoenix is of course like “WTF NO” but you can see him starting to panic. IT IS PHOENIX’S ETERNAL CURSE TO THINK HIS LOVED ONES HAVE COMMITTED SUICIDE.

At least it only lasts two seconds this time.

Christ, both Phoenix and especially Maya need so much therapy after this case. Pearl too.

GUESS WHAT MAYA REALLY DID. GOT HER SIS’S ADVICE AND CHANNELED DAHLIA HERSELF SO DAHLIA COULDN’T KILL HER. The moment where Mia appears and is like “lol owned” will always be one of the greatest moments in Ace Attorney.

Haha I forgot how HARD Phoenix and Mia verbally eviscerate Dahlia. They tag-team it too.

Phoenix: WOW GEE THAT SURE DIDN’T WORK OUT DID IT DAHLIA. SURE GOT OWNED HARD THERE.

Mia: OF COURSE YOU MUST BE USED TO GETTING OWNED BY NOW.

Dahlia: what no shut up

Phoenix: Did that kidnapping thing- owned by Mia Fey. Tried to kill me- LOOK WHO’S STILL ALIVE, MOTHERFUCKER! AND BY SHEER DUMB LUCK THAT MAKES IT EVEN WORSE HAHA! Poisoned some other dudes- owned by Mia Fey.

Dahlia: YEAH WELL…WELL…YOU HAVE FEELINGS AND FEELINGS ARE DUMB…

Phoenix: Tried to kill Maya…owned by Mia Fey….

Dahlia: STOP LOOKING SO GODDAMN SMUG IF IT WASN’T FOR MIA FEY YOU WOULD HAVE GOTTEN EXECUTED INSTEAD OF ME. I ONLY DIED BECAUSE OF MIA FEY.

Mia: True!

Dahlia: ….

Mia: Looks like no matter what I’ll always own you. Even death cannot stop me from owning you. For all eternity you’ll be Dahlia Hawthorne: That lady who got super owned by Mia Fey

Dahlia: but HOW COULD I LOSE?

Phoenix: Hey Dahlia, guess what! Nobody gives a shit.

*Phoenix and Mia high five*

Phoenix: Now GTFO of Maya.

SO SATISFYING. EPIC HERO-VILLAIN LADY RIVALRIES ARE MY EVERYTHING and Mia and Dahlia hit my sweet spot. SUCH A PASSIONATE HATE-ON. And Phoenix getting to be spell out exactly how badly she messed up after everything she did to him and how he looked down on him for his dumb feelings-it’s the best

THIS SURE WOULD BE A GREAT WAY TO END THE CASE. BUT NO WE GOTTA DEAL WITH GODOT’S BULLSHIT.

Like seriously. He could just confess that he murdered Misty Fey RIGHT NOW and not waste everyone’s fucking time. BUT NO. Let’s drag Maya, who is completely exhausted and deeply traumatized after almost being killed and witnessing the murder of her own mother, onto the witness stand and make her relive the entire horrible experience YOU PUT HER THROUGH because you don’t give a shit about anything other than ~testing~ Phoenix.

I like that Dahlia has a backstory where you can see where her “look out for number one” and “feelings are dumb” mindset came from. Her Mom abandoned her, her dad set an example by loving no one, ditching people when they were inconvenient for him and only caring about money. You can see why she decided to do the same. It doesn’t excuse what she did obvs, but there is a logical thread to her actions beyond “she’s just a demon child” and that gives her some dimension as a character, even while being so unrepentantly evil.

Mia makes sure Nick’s realized Godot was the killer and then says she’s gonna peace out- I’m sure you could give a lot of explanations for why she recused herself from the trial indicting Godot (like her ~feelings~ ugh)- but I’m gonna say its cuz she knew if she spent any more time in Godot’s presence she wouldn’t be able to restrain herself from running across the courtroom and beating the shit out of him for putting her little sister in danger and killing her mother for the sake of his macho revenge fantasy.

She would have been fine doing that normally, but she’s in Pearl’s body right now and she doesn’t want Pearl to suddenly wake up with a man’s blood on her hands. She’s been through enough.

SO IT’S UP TO PHOENIX.

Godot fucking yelling at Maya not to cry after all the bullshit he put her through and the fact she wouldn’t have to even be on this stand reliving this bullshit if he just fucking owned up to what he did I HATE HIM SO MUCH.

She’s trying so hard to protect him NO MAYA IT WAS HIS FAULT THIS SHIT HAPPENED TO YOU

Like he knew Morgan has hidden the note! He found it! It was unsealed when Pearl found it! He could have just taken the note! That is literally all he had to do! That’s not all! He could have explained to Pearl why she couldn’t listen to her mother! He could have TOLD MAYA SOMEONE WAS TRYING TO KILL HER.

But nope. He just leaves to note for Pearl and lets everyone go through with this entire murder attempt because he wanted to “save Maya” and feel all manly. HE. IS. NOT. WORTH. PROTECTING.

The only good part about Maya protecting Godot is seeing her call Nick out on the holes in his logic. AND U THOUGHT U HAD IT TOUGH WITH MILES.

And also! At one point the judge says Maya will be suspected for the murder if Phoenix can’t prove it’s Godot! So he the possibility of Maya going to jail/being executed in his place literally came up and Godot STILL didn’t confess. WOW DEEP LOVE FOR HIS BELOVED’S MOST TREASURED PERSON HE HAS THERE.

Defeating him is so satisfying at least. BLOWIN’ YOUR MASK UP.

And in the end, even he admits he wasn’t really concerned with saving Maya…because he didn’t tell Phoenix what was going on. OKAY. OR ACTUALLY YOU COULD HAVE TOLD MAYA HERSELF. I’m not saying Nick would not have probably been more helpful to Maya’s situation than you were, because literally anyone would be, but THE BEST WAY for her not to get murdered is to tell her “HEY MORGAN FEY IS TRYING TO SUMMON SOMEONE TO MURDER YOU THROUGH PEARL, MAYBE TALK TO PEARL ABOUT THIS AND ALSO DON’T GO ANYWHERE ALONE FOR A WHILE.”

Like even after admitting he messed up and his grudge against Phoenix makes no fucking sense, he still does the exact same shit! Only men are people worthy of being told anything! Women aren’t allowed to know what’s happening to them! They don’t get to make decisions about their own lives! Only men can make decisions for them!

And he STILL makes Mia’s death about him and how he “failed to protect her”. It is just so disrespectful to her, acting like he could have somehow done something she didn’t to prevent her death when he couldn’t even protect HIMSELF from being poisoned. Mia died doing what she believed in. She knew the risks and she accomplished her goal. She was satisfied. Her death was about her, not Phoenix and definitely not YOU.

So no, I really don’t feel sorry for him, nn matter how much the game wants me to.

I’m always kinda ehhh about the reveal Iris was subbing for Dahlia. I mean it’s nice for Nick and all and it is incredibly unlikely Dahlia would have had the patience go on all those dates with Phoenix and pretend she gave a shit, she would have murdered him the first night.

But on another level it’s feels unnecessary to say “see Phoenix was right to believe in her, because he wasn’t REALLY dating Dahlia, it was Iris and she did actually care about him!” Like, Phoenix’s belief in people is a positive thing, but I think it’s more meaningful if he’s y’know, not always unfailingly correct.

Having faith in people means sometimes you can have people not worthy of that faith take advantage of it. And I think the thing with Dahlia impacted Phoenix and helped him realize he can’t just be a total doormat for people and believe in them even when shit’s clearly suspicious. This was an important lesson for Phoenix, and also something that left him with some issues. Being like “oh yeah but he was also right kind of” just kinda dilutes that.

It doesn’t RUIN it, since he still did trust someone he absolutely should not have trusted in Dahlia and the betrayal had a lasting impact on him regardless of Iris’s involvement, but it’s just like “eh” for me.

Also it comes off like they were trying to set her up as a potential love interest- obviously they didn’t actually go through with it since she is NEVER MENTIONED AGAIN after this- but egh, if they had... it doesn’t work on so many levels and I’m not just saying that because it disrupts the otp. Like first of all, she did still lie to Phoenix about who she was for months (I hope they didn’t have sex because that could. Technically be a crime on your part, Iris) and I can’t see that baggage being easy to deal with.

Also, I hate to say it, but Iris is boring. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with her, but her connection to Dahlia and the insight on her she provided is about the only thing interesting about her. Her entire personality can be summed up as “shy and nice”. Which is fine. Not every character has to be the fascinating, and she served her function in the plot. But in a series full of quirky, complex, dynamic characters, it’s kinda like. Literally anyone would have a more entertaining romantic dynamic with Phoenix.

(Not saying that Iris couldn’t have potentially been turned into a more interesting character if writers had been interested in it. There’s a lot to work with, considering her tragic past. But as it stood in the game, there’s zero spark there)

Also, judging from the people he’s closest to and spends the most time with, Nick prefers to hang around people who are the opposite of demure, who he can banter and argue with constantly. HE REALLY LIKES ARGUING. IT’S HIS CHOSEN CAREER. I think there was even an interview where the writers said Nick’s type is “someone who would boss him around”. And Iris is not that person. (And Phoenix is also way more sarcastic now than he was in college and I’m not sure if she’d be into that either.)

So yeah I’M GLAD THEY DIDN’T GO THROUGH WITH THAT basically.

I AM glad we went through with putting Godot in jail though. Mia’s just like “nope, don’t feel guilty, it’s fine, this was the best thing to do for him”. I will cling to my theory that she is super disgusted with him. U can’t take it away.

Lol at Maya deciding she’s on a first name basis with Franziska and they’re friends now and being able to make her be nice to Larry just by pouting. Thus a ship was born. They really would have had a fun dynamic I wish we could see more of it.

There’s also the part where Fran is genuinely confused with why Maya is being so cheerful in the wake of losing her parent:

Edgeworth: ...Wright. You seem to be uncharacteristically puzzled. I suspect you are wondering how Maya can be so cheerful despite all that has happened?

Phoenix: Y-Yeah...

Franziska: To be honest... I can't understand it either.

Phoenix: (Franziska... That's right... She lost her father fairly recently as well...)

So she does seem to sympathize with Maya and seem really interested in why her reaction to grief is so different from hers. when Miles and Phoenix say they get why Maya’s doing this, she DEMANDS TO KNOW. What is WITH Maya Fey, how does she work, Fran is fascinated.

She’s learning about things she doesn’t understand and expanding her worldview thanks to Maya already and that could be another interesting bit of their relationship to explore- similar trauma, different ways of coping, they can sort of connect and learn from each other on that level.

I’ve mentioned that I really like Miles and Maya’s friendship, and this little dialogue exchange coming up is kinda the culmination of that. It’s not just that they both like the Steel Samurai, or both know Nick or anything- they actually have a pretty deep connection and weird understanding of each other. They both witnessed a parent die, they both experienced trauma connected to the DL-6 incident- Miles understands what Maya’s going through in a way Phoenix doesn’t, because Phoenix hasn’t experienced the same loss. And he sees the pain under her cheerful attitude.

Miles: I think I understand how she feels. Maya is a much wiser person than she appears, and I think she realizes something... Now is exactly the time when she needs to be as strong as she can.

Franziska; Wh-What do you mean by, "Now is exactly the time"...?

Edgeworth: Maya wasn't the only one that was badly wounded by this incident. In fact, there was someone that was hurt far more deeply than she. I believe it's for that person that Maya is trying her best not to cry.

Phoenix: (Someone who was hurt more deeply than Maya...) Edgeworth... I think I'm starting to understand, too.)

(She’s doing it for Pearl)

Phoenix: After all, the reason [Pearl] she worked so hard to follow the instructions... ...was because she loved and believed in her mother, Morgan. "It's for the good of the Fey clan"... I'm sure she believed in every last word. She thought she was doing it for Maya... That's why she was so happy. It shows how truly devoted she is to Maya.

Edgeworth: But it's a cruel irony that it was her exuberance that led to this tragedy. Maya Fey's mother was killed and Maya herself was put into the deepest peril imaginable.

Phoenix: (And that's exactly why Maya is putting on a brave face... She's doing it for Pearls's sake... Until she can see her smile again...)

I mentioned this in my last liveblog, but not only is Miles familiar with trying to be “strong” in the wake of tragedy, he also gets what Maya’s doing for Pearl because he’s sort of trying to do the same thing for Franziska right now- he’s pretty messed up over all the von Karma stuff. But he doesn’t blame Franziska for the connection she had to the person who ruined his life or for her attempts to be loyal to him. He recognizes Franziska is just as messed up over the revelations with VK and just as damaged by him, if not more so. So he’s trying to be strong and set a good example for Franziska right now, leaving the past behind and helping them both move one with their lives. And that is exactly the situation with Maya and Pearl.

So yeah, in addition to all the other things Maya and Miles have in common, they both basically have little sisters they feel responsible for and want to help and understand that about each other. ACE OLDER SIBLINGS.

Maya does indeed ace it as a big sis and manages to reassure and comfort Pearl. Her mother is gone, but Nick and Pearl are always there for her, and she loves her family.

Phoenix decided to end the trilogy with a dramatic monologue:

"It's only natural for living creatures to fight to protect their own lives. But what makes us human is that we fight for others. But who do you fight for? How hard must you fight...? That's the true measure of what human life is worth.

CAN YOU TELL THIS BOY WAS AN ART MAJOR BECAUSE I SURE CAN/.

"We defense attorneys are warriors who are constantly challenged by that question'

Yeah you’re a warrior champ. Whatever makes you feel cool.

"Even when the battle is over, and the bonds that connect us are severed... We always return... Time and time again. Mia, Maya, Pearl [REDACTED I HATE HIM]... I learned that... from all of them."

I’M GLAD HE’S LEARNED THIS AMAZING WISDOM ABOUT LIFE FROM THE AWESOME FEYS AND ABSOLUTELY NO ONE ELSE.

Gr8 anime protagonist speech Phoenix. Your heart has been made fullmetal.

NOW IT’S CREDITS TIME.

Maya: I'll really have to work extra hard now! Master of Kurain and the office manager of Wright & Co. Law Offices. And I have to be a good big sister to Pearly and Nick, too!

Other things Franziska and Maya have in common: insisting guys older than them are their “little brothers”. I love it. YOU BIG SIS THE HELL OUT OF NICK, MAYA, TEACH HIM THE WAY OF THE WORLD.

Maya: Well, as long as I'm not locked up or captured or something like that.

Sorry about ur life Maya. Things will indeed not get better for you in that respect *sigh*.

Franziska taught Adrian how to use a whip everyone must now bow down to their dom lesbian overlords.

Nick actually went with Maya to her special meditation course and did the whole thing with her AMAZING. He’s like an honorary Fey now, which is probably terrifying.

Well, that finishes the game! God this game is so weird, It would definitely be my favorite- it has a lot of great parts, I love playing it, you really get a little of everyone, but it also has to have the most SUPREMELY ANNOYING PARTS in the whole series aka Godot’s whole existence. So I can’t say for sure it’s my fave because of that. But maybe it is. I don’t know. Why’s Godot gotta complicate everything.

Anyway, next up is Apollo Justice. Which on my first playthrough, it’s my least favorite game of the current six in the main series. Let’s see if I’ll have a better opinion of it this time or stand by that assessment.

#the great ace attorney replay #sailor queuepiter

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boring tag

because of @kitkatdana

1. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR CLOSET DOORS OPEN OR CLOSED? I close them, i’m OCD about all the doors in my room.

2. DO YOU TAKE THE SHAMPOOS AND CONDITIONER BOTTLES FROM HOTELS? I probably have, honestly don’t remember.

3. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR SHEETS TUCKED IN OR OUT? I have a sheet too big for my bed so its wrapped around kinda weirdly and never comes undone. (life hack?)

4. HAVE YOU STOLEN A STREET SIGN BEFORE? No because what would I do with it? I mean, I’d hang up a stop sign on my bedroom door maybe but that might be too cliche?

5. DO YOU LIKE TO USE POST-IT NOTES? I like to make small notes and I like to write things out in my notebook but post-it notes specifically? nah, not really.

6. DO YOU CUT OUT COUPONS BUT THEN NEVER USE THEM? I take the whole page and just rip out the coupon I end up using.

7. WOULD YOU RATHER BE ATTACKED BY A BIG BEAR OR A SWARM OF BEES? Big bear because it’s only one and I feel like they’d be easier to out run than a whole swarm of bees. Also at least with a bear it’s a quicker death, with a swarm of bees I’m not even sure i’d day.

8. DO YOU HAVE FRECKLES? Nope, I have a lot of moles/beauty marks though.

9. DO YOU ALWAYS SMILE FOR PICTURES? I do because I don’t want to look back at a photo and regret the facial expression I made -- it happens a lot surprisingly.

10. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? I... don’t know? I don’t like when I get blamed for stuff that isn’t my fault?

11. DO YOU EVER COUNT YOUR STEPS WHEN YOU WALK? I don’t actually count but I think about how, like, “this room is only about 20 steps from mine.” and that sort of stuff.

12. HAVE YOU PEED IN THE WOODS? No... I don’t go into the woods?

13. HAVE YOU EVER POOPED IN THE WOODS? I literally do not go in the woods and the few times I have gone camping their were restrooms for this stuff.

14. DO YOU EVER DANCE EVEN IF THERES NO MUSIC PLAYING? All the timeeeee I can’t seem to be still, I’ll move from side to side a lot or bob my head or do that shoulder beat thing, ya feel?

15. DO YOU CHEW YOUR PENS AND PENCILS? So, I chew on those pen caps from those pens that are clear and only have a blue cap? they’re like hard plastic? I feel like they’re in the top 3 most used pens... but I like to chew on those caps specifically, other than that no.

16. HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU SLEPT WITH THIS WEEK? Okay so literally slept with only one but like sex? hehe ;) I’m a virgin.

17. WHAT SIZE IS YOUR BED? twin but that was because I have a bunk bed. i’m buying a queen soon :D

18. WHAT IS YOUR SONG OF THE WEEK? Song of the week... uhm... okay so “Trapdoor” by Twenty One Pilots is really good but also “I Hate U I Love U” by Gnash because mood.

19. IS IT OK FOR GUYS TO WEAR PINK? Yes, honey do what makes you happy. You like the color? wear it. You want to make a point that men can wear pink? do it. You want to support breast cancer? love it. you just couldn’t find another shirt to go with your new jeans? you look so good! I love it, wear the hell out of pink.

20. DO YOU STILL WATCH CARTOONS? Actively? No... I watch a lot of anime from time to time, though... which, ya know, animated cartoons are still animated cartoons. Toe-may-toe toe-mah-toe.

21. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE MOVIE? Least favorite? err I hate every scary movie to have ever existed but I also can’t find it in me to like anything from harry potter, star trek, star wars, lord of the rings.... those series.

22. WHERE WOULD YOU BURY HIDDEN TREASURE IF YOU HAD SOME? my grandpa owns two mountains... I won’t say where... you never know if I’ll get treasure worth hiding, my guy.

23. WHAT DO YOU DRINK WITH DINNER? tea, literally any kind of tea.

24. WHAT DO YOU DIP A CHICKEN NUGGET IN? Ketchup, ranch, chick-fil-a sauce... yes.

25. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOOD? Alright so I’m weird and I really love potato salad, like, no joke, but there was potato salad in my dream last night? I like cereal a lot, its so good, but I would die for oatmeal creme pies... devilled eggs...

26. WHAT MOVIES COULD YOU WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND STILL LOVE? Okay any disney movie ever, but to specify I love Beauty and the beast, Mulan, Aladdin, Tangled, Frozen (I only saw it twice so it wasn’t killed for me, I genuinely like the characters), Anastasia.... yeah I like them all.

27. LAST PERSON YOU KISSED/KISSED YOU? Ugh okay so my last kiss was in 8th grade and yall know how those middle school relationships are all mistakes right? So yeah, it was this guy who was the pastors son at my church... his name is josh... he’s in college now... yeah. ew.

28. WERE YOU EVER A BOY/GIRL SCOUT? I went to the first meeting because my brother was going to the boy scouts meeting (he wanted to learn to use a pocket knife and tie cool knots) but the girls just sold cookies and i thought that was lame so... no.

29. WOULD YOU EVER STRIP OR POSE NUDE IN A MAGAZINE? I would strip but completely naked? Nah... do I get like a sheet to cover with or something?

30. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A LETTER TO SOMEONE ON PAPER? Last week... I write thank you cards a lot (not that I give them out a lot because I feel like people would think I’m weird for thanking them for... like... i dunno... loving a similar band to me and having a nice conversation or something.)

31. CAN YOU CHANGE THE OIL ON A CAR? No but all my brothers can so I don’t need to know... hopefully...

32. EVER GOTTEN A SPEEDING TICKET? nope... because I’m learning to drive still.

33. EVER RAN OUT OF GAS? uh... no. I haven’t learned how to drive in the time span between this question and the last one.

34. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE KIND OF SANDWICH? I really like subway because of their samiches. i couldn’t say any specifics because I like.... like, all sandwiches.

35. BEST THING TO EAT FOR BREAKFAST? okay so breakfast tacos from Dans... oooooor cereal.... ooooooor breakfast tacos in general. oooooor Waffles from Jim’s because they put whipped cream, chocolate chips, chocolate drizzle, etc.

36. WHAT IS YOUR USUAL BEDTIME? my bedtime is 9 but anytime after 6 pm works too... if its later than 10 I’m suicidal.

37. ARE YOU LAZY? If I’m determined to get something done I will do it, just leave me alone and I’ll do it. but if I really just don’t want to do something or don’t care... yes. i’m so so so so lazy.

38. WHEN YOU WERE A KID, WHAT DID YOU DRESS UP AS FOR HALLOWEEN? Okay so one year, and keep in mind this is the most embarrassing costume i remember, I dressed up as a party rocker based on the song party rock anthem... because I was extremely crazy about that song when I was like.... 11.

39. WHAT IS YOUR CHINESE ASTROLOGICAL SIGN? I’m a dragon my guy. but like... hopefully a water dragon or ice dragon or earth dragon.. i don’t wanna be hot headed.

40. HOW MANY LANGUAGES CAN YOU SPEAK? English.... and I passed Spanish....

41. DO YOU HAVE ANY MAGAZINE SUBSCRIPTIONS? I mean... I have none but my household has a ton and I like to take the Mens Health ones because none of my brothers want them and the cover guys are sooooo hot.

42. WHICH ARE BETTER: LEGOS OR LINCOLN LOGS? Legos by a long shot.

43. ARE YOU STUBBORN? Nah.. I mean if its a morals thing fuck yeah but if its like... “should we go to chick-fil-a” I’d be like “I kinda want chinese” and the someone would say “but I want chicken” so I’d be like “okay”

44. WHO IS BETTER: LENO OR LETTERMAN? Uh... you see.... I like the name Leno better than letterman but i dunno these people?

45. EVER WATCH SOAP OPERAS? No dude... like... if I did it would be more ironically...

46. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? funny story but one time I thought I would die if I jumped off of the air vent that was outside my house... it’s like 3 feet tall... so yeah... anything above 3 feet scares me I guess. xD

47. DO YOU SING IN THE CAR? does satan’s name resemble santa’s?

48. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER? almost alwayyyyyys... if I don;t i’m thinking hard or just in general talking to myself.

49. DO YOU DANCE IN THE CAR? Yes. Especially to the good songs. so... a lot.

50. EVER USED A GUN? Yes and i like pistols but the.... whats it called.... the force after you shoot a big gun that makes you jump back... yeah I don’t like that.

51. LAST TIME YOU GOT A PORTRAIT TAKEN BY A PHOTOGRAPHER? Okay so... no?

52. DO YOU THINK MUSICALS ARE CHEESY? I think that certain musicals are borderline obsessive with songs that just don’t go well for a serious mood... like, they’re too cheesy and annoying to be a good romantic song... but a lot of musicals are really well put together too.

53. IS CHRISTMAS STRESSFUL? Ugh, yes. I have 3 separate families to visit okay? Literally there is over 50 people to shop for and that’s not including friends and I’m unemployed so yes. yes it is.

54. EVER EAT A PIEROGI? no.. I dunno what that is.

55. FAVORITE TYPE OF FRUIT PIE? pie is so gross but I like the topping of pecan pie.

56. OCCUPATIONS YOU WANTED TO BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID? uhhhh I gotta list. here we go: chef, baker, singer, actress, model, pilot, therapist, vet, successful, talk show host, americas got talent judge (like... i reallllllllllly wanted to be a judge--- still do a looooooot but I have no fame so...)

57. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? nah but I make jokes about them being around a lot.

58. EVER HAVE A DEJA-VU FEELING? ALL THE TIME except its not exactly like a full on minute of deja vu its like a hand motion or a sign I saw on the wall or someone saying something that I swear I’ve heard before.

59. DO YOU TAKE A VITAMIN DAILY? no but I did as a kid, especially when my mom bought the sour gummy ones.

60. DO YOU WEAR SLIPPERS? no but I wear sandals and socks around the house a lot.

61. DO YOU WEAR A BATH ROBE? no but I own, like, 2.

62. WHAT DO YOU WEAR TO BED? a t-shirts with literally anything ranging from jeans to leggings to yoga pants... etc.

63. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CONCERT? One Direction on September 21st, 2014 in Houston.... the arena was huge... a million girls and I got sick during the last song... whoops.

64. WALMART, TARGET, OR KMART? target....?

65. NIKE OR ADIDAS? I wear so much nike stuff because its so comfortable but adidas shirts and jackets look hella comfortable.

66. CHEETOS OR FRITOS? cheetos my main dude. I had an on going joke with my little brother once when we were at a concession stand and I couldn’t see what was there and he was tall so he read to me, “cheetos... fritos... doritos... and sunchips” and we died laughing because of all the rhyming.

67. PEANUTS OR SUNFLOWER SEEDS? I like the taste of sunflower seeds better but they’re so time consuming to open with so little food as a result that peanuts are just easier.

68. EVER HEAR OF THE GROUP TRES BIEN? Nah my guy. How about Three Days Grace? xD

69. EVER TAKE DANCE LESSONS? No but my spanish teacher had us learn a hispanic culture dance for one of our final projects. I had the cumbia.

70. IS THERE A PROFESSION YOU PICTURE YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE DOING? I don’t care as long as they’re enjoying what they do.

71. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? like... taco? cause yeah?

72. EVER WON A SPELLING BEE? Okay so uhhh no but I went to this education festival thing and they had a spelling bee booth and I spelled the word they gave me wrong but I still won a reallllly nice notebook (as a writer I really do mean that) and it was the first notebook I ever filled up. (it lasted from march 8th, 2016 to November 11th, 2016.)

73. HAVE YOU EVER CRIED BECAUSE YOU WERE SO HAPPY? Uh.... maybe? I dunno?

74. OWN ANY RECORD ALBUMS? No but they sound cool.

75. OWN A RECORD PLAYER? I have literally no idea whats in my garage. I doubt it.

76. DO YOU REGULARLY BURN INCENSE? Yes... I have like 20 in my room and I burn one every few days... or a candle...

77. EVER BEEN IN LOVE? Yeah.... yea...... uhhhh.... yeah.

78. WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE IN CONCERT? Twenty One Pilots, again, tbh, gnash, NF, and i’m sure there will be more in the future.

79. WHAT WAS THE LAST CONCERT YOU SAW? Troye Sivan on October 24th, 2016.

80. HOT TEA OR COLD TEA? uhhhhh all tea, don’t discriminate.

81. TEA OR COFFEE? both... but like tea.... is more appealing.

82. SUGAR COOKIES OR SNICKERDOODLES? sugar cookies all the way.

83. CAN YOU SWIM WELL? i know how to swim.

84. CAN YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH WITHOUT HOLDING YOUR NOSE? yeah

85. ARE YOU PATIENT? sometimes. if its something I wanna do then nah... but if its like... waiting for a friend to do something yeah.

86. DJ OR BAND AT A WEDDING? DJ... (I forgot to add this to the job list but I wanted to be a DJ once... and a break dancer once.)

87. EVER WON A CONTEST? I got 2nd place in an 80′s themed costume dance contest...??? I dunno.

88. HAVE YOU EVER HAD PLASTIC SURGERY? yeah but it was to smooth out a few scars.

89. WHICH ARE BETTER: BLACK OR GREEN OLIVES? olives can burn in hell.

90. CAN YOU KNIT OR CROCHET? ahhhhhh I wish no.

91. BEST ROOM FOR A FIREPLACE? any room that gets cold???

92. DO YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED? only if my partner does but me??? yes.... yeah I’d loooooove to be able to call someone my partner for life and just have that assurance that they actually want to be with me...

93. IF MARRIED, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MARRIED? never... yet...

94. WHO WAS YOUR HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH? she actually might see this somehow so i won’t say the current one but I liked this girl name Olivia all through middle school until 9th grade... so you know?

95. DO YOU CRY AND THROW A FIT UNTIL YOU GET YOUR OWN WAY? Playfully? dramatically? but never seriously.

96. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? so I have 2, one is named Pikachu and one is named Bruce Banner... or Willis... or Wayne.. whatever you want for Bruce.... they’re small.... and precious... and chihuahuas.

97. DO YOU WANT KIDS? I don’t want to give birth, I want a ton of kids though so... well see?

98. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR? I like maroon... and purple... and blue... and black.... silver... white.... yeah.

99. DO YOU MISS ANYONE RIGHT NOW? nah.... not really.

100. WHO ARE YOU GOING TO TAG TO DO THIS VIDEO NEXT? its not even a video but uhhh @sweatersnshades @depressedtopramen @guacnroll @ashlapash579 @sleeping--light @beverlynotcleary @pups-art @stark-nakedness because all of yall are my fave accounts and some of the coolest people I’ve got to see.... yeah :D

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fanfic-inator795 · 8 years ago

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WoY Twoshot: The Dadsome, Part 1

Plot: Awesome actually never held much resentment towards him, in fact he pretty much understood why he left. He also didn’t think he’d ever see the guy again… Funny how the universe sometimes works out.

((Part of the Awesome Arc. Enjoy!))

The sun had been blocked out slightly by the large Skullship floating in the sky, its tongue stretched out all the way to the ground, acting as the perfect path for dozens - maybe even hundreds of soldiers to walk down and onto the planet below. Even if they were tiny, their status made sure that everyone, tourists and locals alike, moved to the side and stayed out of their way. Still, the people of Bayroceon 8 couldn’t help but watch as the infamous Watchdog army marched along, not one of them daring to look away.

...Though, to be fair, this was more out of awe and curiosity than fear. And, not everyone stayed out of the way. Some people moved a bit closer just to get a good picture or video. Some even took a chance and asked a couple of the Watchdogs for a selfie with them or an autograph - and of course, the soldiers that were asked were more than happy to obliged.

“Heh, looks like the grunts get to enjoy the ‘good guy’ rep too, huh?” Peepers rolled his eye slightly, though really he couldn’t blame the other Watchdogs too much. It was inevitable honestly, with all the fans the Hater Empire had gotten.

“At least only a few of them are actually stopping while the rest are staying focused,” the commander replied, marking a couple things off on his tablet checklist, “That’s better than usual. And, I suppose a stronger connection to the locals is beneficial in the long run.”

It had certainly helped so far. As soon as the mayor of Bayroceon 8 formed an alliance with the Hater Empire, the Watchdogs were ordered to help with the rebuilding process while others stayed behind, just as guards and lookouts for the planet. Today was no different. Mostly it was just checking up on the finished buildings, starting construction on new ones, making sure there were no problems and that their alliance was still in order, and of course picking up the Watchdogs that had been staying there for the past few months and replacing them with new ones.

Basically, all standard ‘good guy’ conqueror stuff that, while not quite as exciting as conquering or causing chaos, did serve its purpose and earned them a few crates of the beach planet’s local resources. Although, while Hater had surprisingly fallen into the role of good guy galactic-ruler fairly well over the past several months with only a couple understandable bumps here and there, there was still one thing he planned to do on this planet - something much more important than checking up on construction or trade agreements...

“Alright, Captain Tim? You want the stick back? Huh, huh? You want this stick?! Okaaaay, here it comes agaiiiin~ GO GET IT!”

Grinning as he threw the stick as hard as he could, Hater then watched as his pet screeched and ran after the stick, kicking up sand and leaving a trail of acid drool before leaping up and biting down on the stick, decimating it in seconds. Obviously proud of destroying his ‘prey’, Tim then decided to celebrate by rolling around in the sand a bit before letting out a screech and running back to his master.

Hater chuckled. “Tim-Tim just loves sand, doesn’t he~?” Sort of a weird thing to love, but still adorable!

“Yes Sir, he certainly does,” Peepers dryly agreed while he and Awesome - who had already finished his assigned construction work for the day - continued to watch with expressions of either amusement (Awesome) or slight annoyance (Peepers). Still, at least it was a nice day. “I guess we know why Lord Hater wanted to stop here personally...”

“Guess so,” Awesome shrugged, smiling a bit at the scene, “Can’t really blame a dude for wanting to have some fun with his pet. ...Even if his pet is pretty freaky.”

“Ha! ‘Freaky’ doesn’t even begin to describe that little monster...”

“Seriously?” He couldn’t help but roll his eyes a bit at the commander. “Come on, Peeps. C.T’s not that bad.”

“You’re only able to say that because you actually have teeth to bite back with if it attacks you!” Peepers retorted.

“That’s-! ...Okay yeah, that’s kinda true.” “Of course is it.” Awesome glanced back up at Hater. The skeletal lord had finally ran out of sticks and driftwood to throw, so he had resorted to throwing his robot arm, though he didn’t look any less happy about the game because of it. Such a dork... But, maybe dorks weren’t totally lame...

Awesome’s smile returned a bit as he stretched slightly, enjoying the warmth of the bright beach sun on his skin. “...But yeah, I can totes see why you guys decided to take this planet,” he mentioned, thinking it was best to change the subject, “It’s really not that bad of a place. Not the best or coolest beach planet I’ve ever seen-” His home planet, as well Seashoronicus 5 and Planet Ziziks, definitely took that title- “But still, it’s got some charm, and I’ve heard from Ted that apparently this place has some killer kebabs.”

Peepers hummed, nodding slightly. “Not only that, but the ores, glass and trees - or rather, their bark - that are created and grown here are quite strong, making for plenty of good and useful materials that have already been proven to be useful to the Empire.” He paused, rubbing the side of his head slightly. He glanced up, and immediately started to squint, even after he looked back down. “Ugh, but if you ask me, it’s a bit too sunny...”

“Heh, maybe you should trade that helmet of yours in for a sun hat while you’re here,” Awesome suggested with a small smirk. Peepers shot him a bit of a glare, and the shark held his hands up a bit, though his smirk didn’t fall. “Hey, I’m just trying to help, dude. And come on, a hat would look better on you than a visor.”

But the commander just scoffed. Honestly, both options sounded like they would look ridiculous on him. However- “I think I may have a better solution,” he told him as he started to walk away, knowing he wouldn’t really be missed as long as Hater was still focused on his and Tim’s game of fetch. Of course, being a bit curious now, Awesome followed.

Unlike the other beach planets in the Galaxy, the boardwalk on this one had more stalls and stands with the occasional shop (which were usually small enough to only fit a couple people at a time) rather than a bunch of tacky yet still somehow appealing souvenir stores.

Needless to say, it made for a fairly unique walk, not to mention all the sights and smells of the food and drinks that most of the stands were selling. Most of it was made with fish, some of it was fried, but all of it looked absolutely delicious - so much so that it actually distracted Awesome long enough for him to lose track of Peepers.

“Well, partially my fault, and partially his for being so short,” he told himself as he tore his gaze away from a vendor selling yakitori and started searching. Since it was after lunchtime, the boardwalk wasn’t too busy. So, even if it was fairly crowded, he could still easily walk around, and luckily after just a few minutes of looking, he managed to catch a glimpse of a sharp, plastic lightning bolt sticking out from the side of an umbrella stand. “Heh, gotcha, Peepsqueak.”

A beach umbrella really wasn’t too bad of an idea. ...Even if some of the umbrellas that were being sold had a couple of small holes in them. Peepers must have noticed this too - even if he wasn’t close enough to understand, Awesome could still tell that the commander was starting to raise his voice a bit. Thankfully, the vendor must have been pretty calm, since he didn’t hear anyone yell back at him, even as he got closer to the stall.

“Don’t you have any that are brand new? As in, still in the packaging? Or all these all used and resold items?” Peepers questioned, letting just a bit of an accusing tone slip into his voice.

The vendor, who was sitting relaxed under the huge umbrella that covered his whole ‘shop’ (obviously not for sale) and sipping a lukewarm ThunderBlazz, gave a small shrug. “Sorry, little man. There’s not much I can do for you if you want something completely new. Although...” He reached behind him, and after digging through a small box, he pulled out a light red parasol. Being a lot closer now, Awesome could start to see more of Peepers, as well as the fairly muscular arm that was handing him the accessory.

“This one is barely used,” he explained, “Bought and forgotten about until just recently.”

Peepers narrowed his eye a bit as he cautiously took the parasol. It took a bit of work to open it up, which he supposed made sense if it really was barely used, but it didn’t have any holes. “Hmm... I want a fifteen percent discount on it, otherwise I’m taking my business elsewhere.”

The vendor chuckled slightly. “Sure, I can do fifteen.” Peepers nodded, quickly getting out a handful of credits from his wallet. The exchange was quick and wordless, and Peepers walked away without so much as a thank you. Though, considering how chill the owner seemed, Awesome didn’t think he really minded.

“Huh, didn’t really take you as a parasol kind’a guy,” he admitted as the commander walked back towards him, “But hey, if it works, it works.” Even if they weren’t exactly cool, they were effective.

“Exactly,” Peepers replied, adjusting the angle he was holding his parasol at ever so slightly (for maximum shade), “Plus, if this thing really is barely used, I should be able to use it whenever I need to. So at least I didn’t buy it just to use it once.” There were plenty of sunny planets out there, and the more prepared he was for any environment out there, the better.

“Heh, yep. But I still say a hat would’ve worked just as well, and would look pretty good too. Heck, I would have even helped you-” Awesome saw something move just a few feet in front of him, and for a moment, this sudden movement made him look up - and as soon as he saw him, Awesome became totally silent.

The umbrella vendor had stepped out of his shady oasis and was now adjusting the umbrellas and parasols that Peepers had moved during his search. He had a couple more under his arms as well, probably wanting to stock up (and add a few more no-holes ones to the selection). But that wasn’t what caught Awesome’s attention. No, far from it.

“...Awesome?” Peepers blinked, giving the shark-man a curious look. The guy was completely frozen... But, he didn’t look afraid or even nervous. Just sort of shocked... and, maybe a bit curious? “Awesome!” he said again, but rather than getting a reply, Awesome just started to walk forward and back towards the umbrella stand.

The vendor of course glanced up at him, flashing a casual smile. “Hey,” he greeted with a small nod, “You looking for something?”

“I, uh... Not really. Just, like, wanted to... you know...” He glanced away slightly as his words trailed off. Honestly, he just wasn’t sure how to end that sentence, especially since he still didn’t totally know for sure... But who else could it be?

After all, there weren’t too many other shark-people left their home planet.

The older shark-man stared at him for a moment, not really understanding but shrugging nonetheless. “Alright, well... Yeah.” He went back to restocking, and Awesome looked back up at him.

The skin covering his head was grey, with just a bit of white near his mouth and under his chin. The rest of his body was fairly tan, though Awesome’s was definitely darker. His age definitely showed with the faint wrinkles under his eyes, but he wasn’t an old man either. If Awesome had to guess, the guy looked about forty-five, maybe fifty. Which would make sense...

His clothing was pretty casual too. Faded green, loose fitting swim-shorts, a dark grey tank-top, a bracelet on his left wrist that was made out of teeth (probably his own, considering how often shark-people had to deal with losing them) and no shoes. It didn’t look sloppy though, nor did Awesome suspect that it was the only thing he had to wear.

All in all, the vendor really did seem like a nice, super chill dude... which was what allowed him enough nerve to speak up again. “So uh,” Awesome started to say, getting the elder shark-man to glance back at him, “I actually did come over for a reason. I... I sorta thought that I recognized you from somewhere.”

“Oh?” He stood up straight, giving a curious look, “What? Do you and I know each other from way back or something?”

“Sorta... Your name is Makoto, right?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “And what’s your name, kid?”

“Awesome.” He paused, and when he noticed the blank look on Makoto’s face, he held back a wince and added, “But uh, you probably remember me as Herschel.”

“Herschel...” Slowly, realization crept onto his face, his eyes widening. “No way... Seriously, Herschel?!” Makoto started to smile. “I can’t believe it...”

Unable to help himself, Awesome gave a small smile in return. “Heh, yeah... Guess it’s been some time, huh Dad?” “Yeah, no doubt about that...”

“...Wait, WHAT?!”

Turning around, the two of them saw Hater and Peepers (as well as a very tuckered out Captain Tim snoozing in Hater’s arms) staring at them in shock. “He’s your dad?” Hater questioned while his commander could only stare (and wonder how he didn’t catch the resemblance before), “And he lives here?!”

“Yep, apparently,” Awesome replied, turning back to his father, “Dad, these are-” He paused. Rivals? Bosses? Bros? “-Just some cool guys that are letting me crash with them for a while. Lord Hatey- er, Hater, and Commander Peepers. Guys, this is my dad.”

“Call me Makoto,” the older shark-man added, smiling a bit at Hater, “Nice costume, by the way.”

Hater blinked. “What costume?”

“...Oh. Uh, nevermind.”

Peepers narrowed his eye a bit. There hadn’t been any malice in the comment, but even so... “You must have just arrived in this galaxy then if you don’t know who Lord Hater is,” he stated.

But in response, Makoto just shrugged. “Eh, more like I don’t check the Interplanetary news too often. Mostly I just tend to keep to my own business, you know? I’ll hear about the stuff that happens on the boardwalk or with my pals here, but that’s about it.”

“Hmph... Considering the situation, that’s not too surprising,” he mumbled barely being heard.

Awesome however did hear it and shot him a glare, but still managed to keep his cool. “Well, we could totally get you caught up on stuff if you want us to. I mean, a lot has happened in the last few months, and years...” So much so that it was still sort of hard to believe at times.

But Makoto waved the thought away. “Nah, what do I care about what happened to the rest of the Galaxy if it’s in the past anyway? Besides, I’m more curious about you, kiddo. For one, I never really expected you to join an army,” he said with a bit of an eyebrow raise, finally noticing that his son was wearing a uniform, “Or wear all that black.”

Awesome could feel his face start to heat up slightly. “O-Oh, uh, well, yeah.” Ugh, flarpin’ uniforms! First Flex seeing him in it, and now his dad? Seriously?! “Well, like, it’s not a permanent thing but, like, basically Peeps and Hater are training me in combat and stuff while I crash with them, and in exchange I help them and their army out with stuff. But, yeah, totally not permanent - and trust me, I only wear this when I have to.”

“Heh, sounds like a pretty good deal,” Makoto nodded, giving his son a small, approving smile. And as he watched this, Peepers’ scowl reluctantly softened a bit... Even if the older shark-man still annoyed him on some level, Peepers had to admit that he wasn’t horrible. At least he sounded somewhat genuine and wasn’t obnoxious. Maybe Awesome just inherited that side of him from some other member of his family... “So, since being a soldier doesn’t have to be a full-time gig for you, I take it Odie actually ended up retiring and gave you the old kingdom?”

Awesome rolled his eyes. “Ugh, yeah, eventually. ...Wait, ‘Odie‘?”

“My nickname for her,” Makoto said simply, a playful smirk now on his lips, and his son couldn’t help but snicker at the thought. He couldn’t imagine anyone being allowed to call the stern and sophisticated Empress Odellia something like ‘Odie‘.

“So wait,” Hater started to say, getting their attention again, “If Awesome’s mom is - or, was - a queen or emperor or whatever, then... What does that make you?” Peepers nodded, curious to know that as well as just why Makoto was there in the first place - why he had apparently been off his home planet for so long that he couldn’t even recognize his own son right away.

Both of the sharks’ smiles faltered a bit, though Makoto didn’t get too frazzled. “I guess since I married her, that technically makes me a royal but, I doubt Odie or anyone else considers me as such. So, I’m pretty much just a normal guy, enjoying the rays and this ocean and selling umbrellas and parasols to make a living.”

“Oh,” Hater nodded, satisfied by that - though Peepers certainly wasn’t. However, before he could try to prod him with any other questions, his communicator beeped, effectively pausing the conversation.

“Ugh, what?” he answered, listening for a couple moments before nodding, his annoyance fading just a little. “Alright then...” Hanging up, Peepers then turned to his lord. “Well Sir, it looks like all the construction goals we’ve scheduled for today’s visit have been completed!” Awesome’s smile immediately fell.

“And that was the last thing on the list, right?” Hater asked, if only to double check. He really had been getting better at remembering things and staying on task, even if he still occasionally got distracted or procrastinated on duties.

In response, Peepers could only give a proud smile. “Yes Sir! So, if you’re ready, we can start gathering up the Watchdogs and head out!”

“Hey, wait-” The commander looked back to Awesome, and was surprised at just how disappointed he looked. “Seriously? We have to go already? I mean-” He glanced over at his father before looking back at Peepers. “Like, can’t we just stay for like a couple more-”

“We have to keep on schedule,” Peepers retorted, though he held back on the sternness ever so slightly. To try and soften the blow a bit, he added, “And besides, we’ll return to Bayroceon 8 in four months so we can switch around the on-planet Watchdogs.” Of course, that didn’t do much to cheer Awesome up. Four months was way too long to wait! Thankfully though, there was one other possible solution...

“You know,” Makoto said, “I’m actually free for a few hours tonight, and I know a few great places that are worth swinging by. So, if you guys are able to, you could stay and hang, and you’d still be able to leave in the morning, so-”

“Yeah! Totally!” Awesome grinned, not even bothering to check with his comrades. Of course Peepers tried to object, but he was never even given a chance to. “Sounds like a great plan to me! I mean, what’s an extra few hours going to hurt, right?”

“Heh, yeah,” Makoto smiled, “I wouldn’t think that too many people would be opposed to spending more time on a beach, do you?”

The two sharks-men chuckled and, knowing deep down that arguing and pulling rank would just cause more trouble than it was worth, Peepers just narrowed his eye again. “Speak for yourself...” he mumbled.

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“Now you do realize that we’re only doing this because of irregular circumstances. Don’t expect us to postpone our galactic schedule every time you find a planet you like.”

“Yeah, I know,” Awesome nodded, glancing at the still-annoyed commander through the reflection.

“Good. ...And I expect you to complete an extra hour of training sometime tomorrow.” To some it might have sounded like a punishment, but honestly Peepers was just accounting for any damage done by possible drinking and partying.

The shark-man nodded again. “Got it,” he said before pursing his lips, carefully running a tube of dark purple over them.

“Alright then. ...And remember, our take-off time tomorrow is-”

“5:30 AM, I know! I’ve got it, Peeps! Grop!” Practically slamming the lipstick down, he turned to scowl at the commander. “You’ve told me that, like, five times now! What is your deal?!” Awesome had honestly thought that he would’ve loosened up just a little after the whole breakfast party thing, but it looked like he was wrong.

“I-!” “He’s got a point, Peepers, you are being really annoying,” Hater commented, not even glancing up from his portable game (and therefore blind to the glare Peepers was giving him).

The Watchdog held back a sigh. “I’m just making sure that you know,” he replied as calmly as he could, “Because I can tell you right now, if you’re late, we won’t be flying back to get you.”

Awesome scoffed, rolling his eyes a bit. After all the grief Peepers had been giving him the last few hours, being left behind honestly didn’t seem like that bad of an idea.

“So, what are you and your dad going to be doing anyway?” Hater asked, deciding to change the subject - both to avoid another annoying argument, and just because he was curious. “I mean, what do parents even do with their kids when they’re all grown up?”

“Nag them, mostly,” Awesome replied, allowing a bit of bitterness to slip into his voice before his smile returned, “But that’s only what the lame or frustrating parents do. Nah, my dad’s probably just going to take the two of us to a few of the local clubs and bars he knows for some sweet drinks and some even sweeter beats~!” Maybe even to an awesome party too, since he did mention having a few friends on the planet.

“Of course,” Peepers muttered, shaking his head a bit. Awesome’s grin faltered, once again becoming a scowl.

“Uhhh, bro? Contrary to what you think, not everyone out there in the Galaxy hates having fun, alright?”

The commander started to fume. “I’ve got nothing against having fun, as long as it’s reasonable! ...And you know, it is possible for people to have too much fun and forget about the things they should be doing. Or even who they should be with...”

“...” Awesome clenched his fists, and in a second, he was standing up and towering over the little eyeball. Of course, once he noticed this, Hater sat up as well, giving his former enemy a glare that made him back off almost immediately. Still, the anger stayed. “...You just don’t get it,” he mumbled.

“Don’t get what?” Peepers questioned cautiously.

“Just, like-... It’s a totally normal thing for the families on my planet, you know? For dads to just leave and have their own lives.” He gave a small scoff. “Happens so much that when a dad does actually stick around, he’s the one people stare at, not the Mom-Only families.”

Peepers blinked, unable to really say anything to that. “Wait... So, the dads on your planet just leave and go to another planet? They don’t even visit at all?”

Awesome paused. “...Well, no. They don’t, like, leave leave. They’re still around, and I guess they visit every once in a while...” Every other kid usually got to see their father once or twice a year- “But they’ve still got their own lives and stuff, things to do and other people to see, and that’s totally fine!”

His face then became a bit sterner as he shifted his gaze back down to his commander. “I know you don’t get it but... Just ‘cause he’s out here doesn’t make him a bad guy, alright? He had legit reasons for leaving, even if they don’t seem legit to you. He’s still my dad, and he wants to hang with me, so I’m going to hang with him.” At least for one night. One night would be enough, for now.

“...Right,” Peepers said finally, glancing away from the shark-man’s strong stare for just a moment before meeting it with a look of understanding. “That’s... That’s reasonable. And, I’m sorry if I disrespected you. ...Or him,” he added after a moment, though the last bit didn’t seem nearly as sincere as the rest.

Still, Awesome shrugged. “Whatevs. It’s cool, bro,” he said, his voice not exactly sounding forgiving, but at least it wasn’t angry.

“...We should probably get going, just so you can finish getting ready,” he said suddenly.

Awesome didn’t usually ask for or even need privacy - he never felt like he had anything to really hide, at least not physically, but even so he didn’t try to stop them. Instead, he just gave a simple, “Yeah, see ya...” and with that, the two of them left the bedroom and started walking down the hall.

“...I know you guys argue a lot but, geez,” Hater mumbled, scowling slightly. He hadn’t seen them go at it like that since Awesome’s first day - though he had seen a few smaller arguments afterwards, and they had still been just as aggravating to listen to.

“I honestly wasn’t trying to start a fight,” Peepers replied quietly in an attempt to defend himself, though when he thought about it, perhaps he did go a bit too far... “I guess I was just... frustrated.”

“...” Hater glanced down at him, looking a bit curious now. “So, why do you hate his dad anyway? I mean, he doesn’t seem nearly as annoying as Awesome used to be. So what’s the big deal about him?”

Peepers looked away, clenching his fists. Whether or not the elder shark-man was annoying was the farthest thing from his mind...

Awesome had, admittedly, come a long way. Sure, Peepers was still frustrated with him and his various mannerisms and attitudes at times, and when the time finally came where he would leave the Skullship, Peepers couldn’t really imagine himself asking him to stay permanently. But even so, Awesome had made some remarkable progress. Much to Peepers’ surprise, he had ended up putting in the actual work required into getting stronger and more skillful combat-wise.

He had become much more responsible in the last few months, hardly ever trying to skip sessions with most of his complaining stopping after his first mission. Even when they sometimes argued or tried to annoy each other, he’d still listen to Peepers’ instructions and advice on various fighting styles and weaponry rather than try to ignore it or claim that he didn’t need to learn anything. The fact that Awesome was a lot more respectful these days as well (save for the various nicknames) also helped raise Peepers’ opinion of him quite a bit, allowing him to give some respect right back. But, perhaps what pleased the commander the most though was just the fact that Awesome was no longer relying on hollow popularity or status or appearances. He was no longer claiming that he deserved success and respect just because of who he was and not because of any real accomplishment or power.

Simply put, maybe the shark-man still wasn’t his friend personally, but he had certainly grown into a worthy and competent ally, and maybe even a decent person. ...Which was why Peepers didn’t want all that hard work and progress to just be thrown away, all thanks to a guy who could very well end up being more of a temptation for Awesome than an actual parent...

The commander gave a light sigh. “Honestly, Sir... I’m more concerned about the possible influence he could give than the man himself...”

TO BE CONTINUED

((Kinda random but, I like to imagine Makoto with the voice of Steve Blum, just because that Spike Spiegel style of ‘subtle, chill yet still noticeable and admirable’ coolness works well for him, plus it makes for a good complimenting/contrasting element to Awesome��s ‘loud and bold’ style of coolness. But yeah, hope you all enjoyed this! Next chapter will be up soon! ^v^))

#wander over yonder #emperor awesome #the awesome arc #oc character #commander peepers #lord hater #more awesome headcanons yay

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venora-the-rogue · 7 years ago

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Eyes.

So I’m cleaning out my laptop, and I came across this little number. I think I wrote it for a NaNoWriMo competition a couple of years ago, but anyway it’s hella cheesy and follows an interesting AU regarding eye ‘colour’ and here for your enjoyment or criticism or possibly both or whatever. *

I glanced around at the faces that passed by me. Ghosts that haunt the city. Unaware of the beauty they held in their eyes. Not the concrete jungle around them, of course, but the world in that area of the beyond – you know, the one that lies just at the edge of your periphery, clutching at the corners of your eyes, wanting to be seen, to be acknowledged.

But not in this world.

No, this world was monotonous shades of black, grey and chrome, broken here and there by the white glare of “social networking”. Which was all a lie, of course. Because nothing says “social” like the urban solitude of eyes locked in battle with touchscreens. Like the windows of our souls have been chained to the bars of the windows of applications, and the chain continues to link through all the new windows opened in new tabs, as souls are slowly pulled forth and sucked into the vastness of the Ethernet to be held on display for eternity.

Does it even matter anymore that those windows, individual and personal and precious, so deeply reflect nature in all its glory?

There was a buzz in my pocket. I pulled out my phone.

Sin u fre

I sighed. Goddamn.

Are you going to ask me properly?

He’s going to hate me.

The phone buzzes.

Grr SINEAD R YOU FREE?

I chuckled.

Close enough. Where am I meeting

you?

Corner 5th n Bdwy

I pocketed the infernal device and strode out of the square.

As I walked to the corner I watched as people’s eyes stayed glued to their technology. Every now and then a pair of eyes would glance up at me as I passed, but would immediately dart away.

I let the crisp afternoon air whistle out of my nose.

People were always afraid of that which was different.

Where their eyes were (at this point in the late, rainy afternoon) a mottled grey, mine glared back with their deep, speckled black.

I pulled my hood close around my pale face, knowing my little nose and pale cheeks were flushed a soft red by now. Gah, how embarrassing.

I wove through the bustling bodies and spotted Kevin at the corner, waving at me. Got to give him credit: when he meets up with me he avoids the drag of technology. He knows how much I hate it. He stood there in his fashionably holey jeans, Docs and a flannel over a plain white t-shirt. Keeping up with modern trends, yet a little rough around the edges. His coat hung from the nook of one arm. How is he not cold?

I strode up to him, hands stuffed in the pockets of my jacket, and stretched up on my toes to lightly head-butt him, as was our friendly greeting. He chuckled, and his breath burst through those annoyingly perfect teeth in smoky white gusts. This winter was quickly becoming a cold one.

“Hey, I’ve got someone for you to meet!”

He moved aside to reveal a girl about my age, my height, whose back was to me. He tapped her on the shoulder and she spun around, having been oblivious to my approach, and I noticed the white cord of her earphones brushing against her dark neck. She saw me and quickly pulled them out of her ears with one hand, extending the other towards me.

“Hi! I’m Leena!”

I blinked at her and took her hand, trying not to notice the stark contrast between her rich skin and my ghostly own.

“Sinead. How do you know Kevin?”

“Economics 101. You?”

“Film and Visual Studies.”

She shot a glance up at Kevin. “I didn’t know you studied Film!”

He shrugged. “It was a phase.”

“Excuse me,” I shot at him, “Fine Arts are not just a phase. If I remember correctly, you enjoyed those classes. Not my fault your father made you change.”

“Yeah, remember how we don’t talk about that?”

“Whatever, man.” I returned my gaze to Leena, and for the first time really considered her eyes. Even in the cold grey of the afternoon, amidst the looming clouds and the steady shimmer of rain, her eyes remained an almost iridescent honey gold, with pink undertones.

She blinked and looked to the ground, tucking a curl behind her ear.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.”

“No, it…it’s okay.” She glanced back up at me. “Yours are different too.”

I felt my cheeks flush, and cleared my throat. “So, where are we going for coffee?”

“I know a nice little café near the park,” Leena suggested. “It’s tucked away in a quiet side-street, they’re really lovely in there.”

***

The train rattled along the tracks, taking me home. We’d spent most of the evening in the café talking and laughing and sharing snacks, reminiscing in our pairs. But I’d noticed something different in the air all evening.

Kevin hadn’t brought Leena along by accident.

After we’d farewelled Leena I’d probed him about it. His enduring silence had left me with an almost sour taste in my mouth. He never kept anything from me.

I found myself unintentionally glaring at people along the train carriage. With the sun gone down and the stars beginning to pop out, everyone else’s eyes looked almost like mine now. So when they accidentally caught my gaze, nobody quickly averted their eyes.

The night was my realm.

Yet I felt far from comfort.

My mind tracked through the course of the day. Lectures, a hurried lunch from the deli as I walked to the square, then the café.

I felt like I’d barely listened to Kevin talking that afternoon. Most of my memory of the café was filled with Leena’s face. Especially those eyes…

Was she like me, then? One eye colour, one mode, trapped in that time frame, where all others shifted with the hours and the weather?

Ugh. It was beginning to bug me more than it should. I’d have to let it slide for now.

But as I went through my daily routine, dragging through the week, I couldn’t get her out of my mind. Her lilting laugh echoed through the crowded caverns of my mind as I drifted through the tedious tasks of the day, her eyes glowing in the backdrop of my dreams. For my dreams are always backed by a golden sun just below the horizon.

The following weekend, sitting on the floor of my shower, the chemical smell of shampoo staining the air, warm flush staining my cheeks, I heard my phone buzz through the music that beat against the edges of the surrounding steam. I sighed heavily, heaved myself up to my feet, turned off the water, and wrapped a towel around me. I quickly dried my hands and reached for the phone.

Sinead, are you doing anything

today?

Kev, since when do you use

proper English in texting?

Actually it’s Leena.

Kevin’s in the men’s, he told

me to message you and ask

if you wanted to join us – we

were thinking about that new

indie film that’s just come out?

I’d thought about seeing that one. The reviews had only given it 3.5 stars, but I’d long ago given up on their judgement of films.

Sure thing. Text through the

cinema of choice and I’ll meet

you guys there asap.

***

We ended up going bowling instead, but made plans to get together again by the end of the month to see that film.

It was alright.

We continued like this over the course of a few months, and over several coffees we grew into a very comfortable friendship. Leena and I had found a lot in common, even down to our favourite ice-cream flavour and book genre.

Our next movie date was for another newly released indie film. It was an ‘exclusive’ early viewing. Leena knew a place. This one had only received 2.5 stars.

The film, as I’d suspected, was worth at least 4 stars. Idiot critics. We decided on a new café afterwards and discussed our own personal reviews over coffee. Kevin thought the cinematography was unique. Pssht yeah, like he’d hated Film Studies.

Leena, on the other hand, was enraptured by the soundtrack. She talked about how it had moved through the scenes with perfect grace, with crests and falls and overtures that told as much story as the characters did. I noticed that when she talked about something with this amount of passion, those golden eyes lit up something fierce. It was like staring into a sunrise, the sun just waiting to burst over the horizon.

I talked about the performances, having found them both moving and stoic enough in the right moments to be realistic and relatable. After a while I noticed Leena was watching me with the same interest as I had when she’d spoken.

When she’d gotten up to go to the ladies, I turned on Kevin.

“What gives?” I whispered.

“You like her? I knew you’d get along.”

“Dude, she’s…I don’t know, she’s…”

“She finds you very interesting too. She wouldn’t stop talking about you at lunch. She was the one who insisted on you joining us today.”

“I mean she seems nice, and pretty cool, but—”

“Sin. Really. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

“Dude…”

“You’re more alike than you think.”

“Oh, I know how alike we are.” My thoughts turned again to those eyes. “What’s with—”

“The burning sunset in her eyes? Dunno. Pretty cool, huh?”

I glared at him. “As ‘pretty cool’ as my freakishly dark ones?”

He shrugged. “So your eyes are stuck in eternal night. So what?”

I shook my head. There was no reasoning with this boy.

Leena hurried back and pulled her phone out of her bag as she recounted how strange the ladies room was in this café, marvelling at the range of fancy, organic soaps.

But as she checked her phone, her face immediately fell.

“Oh god, I…I’m so sorry, I have to go.”

My throat tightened. “What is it? What’s happened?”

“I can’t, I…I just…” she quickly gathered her things, pulling on her coat haphazardly. “…I’m sorry…” She rushed out of the café, leaving Kevin and I staring curiously at the door, completely befuddled.

All the way home I tried messaging her.

Hey. Is everything okay?

Do you want to talk about

it?

It’s okay if you don’t want

to talk about it. But we’re

here for you. Kev and I. You

know…if you need us.

I compulsively checked my phone the whole train ride home, but it remained as silent as the carriage for all its barren conversation.

***

It was 3am before I heard back from Leena. I’d slept restlessly, my stomach churning, and had woken up at a quarter to three. Propped up in bed, re-reading a book whose cover had worn away years ago, I heard my phone buzz against the table. Never before had my hand lashed out to grab it so fast.

I need help.

My heart stopped for a second. Shit, don’t panic…

Okay…what do you need?

It was a good ten minutes before she responded.

I don’t know…oh

god, I don’t know…

Where are you?

Princess Memorial

Hospital.

My heart jolted again. My fingers were a blur as I replied.

I’ll be there asap. I’m bringing

ice-cream. You like strawberry,

right?

I don’t think they’ll let

you bring food in.

I really don’t give a damn. I’m

bringing it. Also books. Got a great

one I think you should read.

Without waiting for her to reply I jumped out of bed, hurriedly pulled on some sweatpants and a jacket, stuffed the necessities into my bag, messily pulled my fair hair into some sort of bun, and rushed out the door.

I got to the hospital within the half hour, nervously waiting in the empty foyer for the elevator as Leena gave me the room number. I was losing patience, contemplating taking the stairs, when it arrived with a –ding!-.

I rushed in before the nurse at the front desk got back, before she could tell me the usual ‘no visitors allowed after hours’.

The doors opened onto the third floor and I stuck my head out, checking that the coast was clear. I quietly dashed out and down the hall to the right, checking the numbers. 15…16…17…

I reached 18 and stopped, hesitating.

Taking in a deep breath, I lightly tapped on the door, and it swung ajar.

Peeking in, I spotted Leena in the corner, dark circles under her puffy eyes, her sunset gaze staring into nothingness.

I sidled in quietly, closing the door with a –click!- behind me. She blinked and turned those eyes on me.

Oh god…the pain in that gaze was almost unbearable. My heart lurched against my ribcage, and I walked slowly, quietly, further into the room.

In the bed across from Leena’s chair was a middle-aged woman, unconscious, sunken-eyed, hollow-cheeked, and wired up to all manner of contraptions that gathered around her bedside like mechanical vultures to prey.

I glanced back over at Leena, who was staring at the woman again. She tried to take in a deep shuddering breath, got about halfway there, and then broke down. I dropped the bag I was carrying and moved over to her, kneeling before her, resting a hand on her arm.

“Leena…what do you need?”

Her eyes swam, a river of tears cascading down her full, speckled cheeks as she shook her head. “I don’t…I don’t know…”

I watched her pull her legs up to her chest, drawing in her arms, and realised that internally she was slowly imploding.

I perched myself on the arm of the chair and wrapped her up in my embrace, resting her head on my chest. We stayed like that for ages, as I just let her cry it out.

While I gently stroked her tight, messy curls, I did the math.

The woman in the bed: probably her mother. The situation: some kind of cancer, judging by how little of her was left. The circumstances: life support. She was practically on death’s door.

When Leena had calmed down some, I picked up the bag and produced the tub of ice-cream and two spoons. I sat myself on the floor in front of her, resting against her legs, quietly providing the comfort of presence, and passed back one of my old, tattered books.

We waited out the early hours of the morning in reverent silence.

***

The next day I finally plucked up the courage to ask her about it.

“So…what is it?”

“Lung cancer.” Ouch. “She wasn’t even a smoker, she was always super healthy. I guess some people are just…” she trailed off, then blinked. “Anyway, her body hasn’t been able to fight it well enough.”

“Has it spread anywhere else yet?”

“No. But lungs are delicate things.”

I hesitated, trying to find the right words. “Both lungs? Or just one?”

“Just the one. But it hit her hard. The life support is mostly to pump oxygen into her, since her lungs aren’t doing a good enough job of it. The good one is struggling on its own.”

“Has nobody stepped forward as a donor?”

“I have. Otherwise the waiting list is a mile long. But they won’t do a full lung transplant from a living donor.”

“Right.” I thought at length about it, then pulled out my retched device to message Kevin.

Come to PMH. Asap.

Bring your portable

wifi.

***

As Kevin consoled Leena, I stepped out into the corridor. Having taken full advantage of his wifi, I was in the process of looking up medical advice when a specialist approached the room.

“Ma’am, are you here visiting the patient in Room 18?”

“Kind of. Hey, what are the chances of a lung transplant from a living donor?”

He sighed with resignation. “I have spoken to Miss Leena about this. We’d need a second living donor volunteer for there to be any hope of a successful transplant.”

“Blood type?”

“Uh…I’m not exactly authorised to share—”

“Sir, I really need to you understand the gravity of this situation.”

He hesitated, then checked his notes. “B positive.”

I nodded, thoughtful. It was decided.

“Doctor, I’m wondering if you could help me.”

***

As the doctor spoke to Leena, I pulled Kevin out into the corridor.

“Kev, I need you to cover for me. Look after Leena post-surgery, okay?”

“What surgery, what—” something changed in his blue-sky eyes. “Sin…”

“Dude, this is a really important favour.”

He scratched the back of his head. “How the hell am I supposed to look after two people at once?”

“Do I have your word?”

“…ugh, fine.” We butted heads lightly, and I patted him on the shoulder. The doctor was done speaking with Leena, so I popped in my head.

“I need to run some errands. Finish off the ice-cream, and get through as much of that book as you can. Trust me, you’ll love the ending. I’ll see you later, okay?” Before she could answer, I was gone.

*****

I woke up slowly, the anaesthesia doing its utmost to drag me back under. My eyes wouldn’t open, and my throat felt dry.

“Mm…”

I felt a hand on mine. A little rough around the edges.

“Sin, how are you feeling?” Kevin’s voice was low, quiet.

I tried speaking again. “Lee…”

“You two are a pair of crazy ladies, you know that?” He chuckled quietly. “She pulled through nicely. They’re transplanting the lung segments now.”

I sort of nodded, as best I could in my condition. I could feel myself drifting back into sleep.

“It’s okay, Sin. I’ll be here.”

“Look…”

“Yeah. I’ll look after her. I know.”

***

The mid-afternoon sunlight shot through the blinds, searing through my eyelids, turning my waking vision into a sea of red.

I pulled up a weary hand to shield my stinging eyes, and felt a shadow fall over me. I took the opportunity to blink my eyes open.

Kevin was standing by me.

“Afternoon, Sleeping Beauty.” I responded by poking my tongue out, and he laughed quietly, his eyes blazing the bright gold of mid-afternoon. “Feel any better?”

I licked my lips, desperate for moisture. “More awake.”

“Good, because there’s someone on your other side who has a bone to pick with you.”

Even in my groggy state I felt my heart shudder, and as I turned my head I was met by that searing golden gaze.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Leena croaked, propped up in the bed next to mine.

“Same thing you were.” I swallowed hard. What’s a girl got to do to get a drink of water around here?

“You could have…” she trailed off, and I suddenly felt my stomach drop. Oh man, I didn’t even think…

“Leena’s mom came out alright too.” Kevin moved around and pulled up a seat between us, at the foot of our beds. “She’s still on life support for now, while her new lung material figures out what to do, but the doc reckons she’ll start a good recovery soon.”

I sighed with relief, and turned back to Leena. She was still glaring at me.

“What?”

“Did you even stop to think—”

“No, actually, I didn’t.” I let my gaze drop to the floor. “I didn’t think. Sorry.” I sighed. “I just wanted to help. Seeing you like that…”

“Like what?”

I looked back up at her. “It wasn’t just killing her. It was killing you.” She held my gaze, unblinking, processing. “You just didn’t know it yet.” I couldn’t tear myself away from that gaze. “I couldn’t bear to see you like that. So I did what I could.”

She was quiet for a long time.

“How will I ever make it up to you?” she asked, almost a whisper.

“Leena, seriously, you don’t have to—”

“Sinead.” Her eyes were intense. “How can I make it up to you?”

“Well, you could take her out to dinner.” Kevin’s voice cut in, booming in comparison to our near-whispers.

“Kev!”

“She likes Mediterranean.”

“KEVIN!”

“Done.” I shot my glance back to Leena, who was nodding, her concentration face on.

“Leena…”

“No, this is perfect.” I saw the ghost of a smile touch the corner of her lips. “It’s a great idea.” She looked up, letting that smile gently spread. “I know a place.”

“Of course you do.” I sighed with exasperation. “Fine. Okay. But the next meal I’m buying.”

“Oh shut up, we’ll split the next one.”

“Depends how good this place is. If it’s really as amazing as I know you’re about to suggest—”

“You’ll love it, it’s…” she stopped, catching up to my comment, and a small laugh escaped her. I joined her momentarily, until we both had to gasp for breath. Our lungs were still healing, after all.

“So…”

“Yeah…so…”

“Oh for god’s sake, get a room,” Kevin sighed loudly.

“You’re in it,” I shot back, and as he hauled himself out of the chair he laughed.

“Alright, alright. I’m going to go feed the first floor vending machine all my precious small change to get a downsized can of soda. You gals want anything?”

I glanced back at Leena, and we both smiled. “Nah, we’re good.”

He shrugged, striding out, leaving the two of us to settle into a comfortable silence, her lost in the constant midnight of my gaze, and I knew that I’d follow the burning sunrise in her eyes to the end of my days.

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