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4dtk · 3 years ago

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Johnny + 🤍🖤 + "oh shut up, i bet u think about me everytime u go to work + arranged marriage and ceo au

ugh, sorry i do NOT like this one, smut feels off to me 💀 sort of tsundere reader btw, also tried to incorporate the arranged marriage au the best i could but eh idk

warnings: arranged marriage!au, ceo!johnny, dom!johnny, sub!reader, cunnilingus/eating out, oral (f receiving), cum eating, implications of sex, N//SFW UNDER THE CUT

obediently, you follow the receptionist up into the elevator before she passes you onto another worker, guiding you through the winding offices and corridors of the area. it wasn’t like you hadn’t delivered lunch to him before, but johnny was a CEO that liked to travel around the floors and offices, not so much of needing to check up on his subordinates’ work, but because his work involved a lot of teamwork.

he was always going to meetings, attending brainstorming sessions that he can’t enjoy the luxury of his office, and yet he does it for his workers, easily gaining their trust and respect for how involved he seems to be for a guy that’s supposed to be at the top. you can see how the others were pleased to have him around, the others taking over easily when he sees you approaching.

“why’re you here? miss me?” rolling your eyes, you show him the bag of food that you packed on an off-day against your will, but you’ll regret it if you stay in the house where you mom nags at you to be a good wife to your arranged husband.

“take it or leave it, johnny,” you made sure to emphasise his name, staring down his eyes to avoid his lips altogether. it wasn’t like you didn’t like them, it was mostly the opposite, still hooked up on the way his lips felt on your wedding day while powerful, rich (and old, you gotta admit) men and women watched. it felt more like a business deal than an exchange of vows, but you couldn’t complain when it was to help your family business.

“you’re a little uptight, don’t you think?” johnny whispers, a curious hand stroking your forearm that you have to pull back to a little so he wouldn’t have to feel your skin heat up.

“w-what? am not!” you scoff, turning right back to where you came from without even looking back until johnny pulls you to him, a teasing look flashing across his face. “you’re so annoying that it actually makes me wanna pull my hair out.” all your husband replies with is an attractive smile, and you’re lucky his hands are off you, because you’re sure he would’ve felt the shiver that went through your body.

johnny enjoys seeing you walk away, "oh shut up, i bet you think about me every time you go to work, baby!”

managing a middle finger, you snap back with fervour that earns a laugh from johnny and a few gasps from his workers around the room, “today’s my off day, bastard!”

even on the drive home, you’re unable to stop thinking about him, unable to place a point of where you stand with him. did you have feelings? were you just relieved that your family could continue their business with the help of the influential Suh family? you continued to ponder over it, bidding your mom goodbye just as johnny returns home with a cheeky smile and greeting that your mother eats up before the house falls into silence with only johnny’s intimidating stare on you.

“did you think about me on the way home?” he asks out of the blue, his smile now turned down a notch. across his face, he’s dusted with the aftermath of yet another busy day at the office. despite the fast car ride home, it’s obvious he’s worn out by how his clothes look a tad bit wrinkled and forehead perspiring just a little. “it doesn’t hurt to show your feelings you know, cutie.”

for the second time that day, you roll your eyes, but your behaviour’s hindered by johnny’s sudden presence in front of you as he cages you in between the dining table and him. below you, you can feel the texture of the oak wood he’s specially chosen for your condominium like usual, as well as the floor that emphasises the click-clacking of his dress shoes more than it did for your heels. it was always so clear to you, so why did your hands feel like mush and feet felt like they’re floating off the floor.

the proximity felt too close, forced to look into your husband’s eyes that soon closes and you think it’s to turn away from you, but soon his lips meet yours. it catches you by surprise, humming as you moan out softly at the contact and the feel of his body against yours. “j-johnny…”

“yeah? tell me what you want, baby.” he mumbles against your lips, all logic gone from your head as you lean against him limply. gently, he helps you onto the sturdy table, roaming hands making their way to your thighs. the more they travel over you, the more the ache between your legs grows, prompting your hips to move. “ah, ah, no. not until you use your words, wifey.”

you pout, hands aimlessly wandering around his neck and nape as you wonder if you should really give in. after all, you had your fingers and your toys — still, it didn’t hurt to ask, right?

“i… i want you to—” johnny hums as a response, successfully distracting you with a thumb to your clit, that causes your words to be caught in your mouth, “w-want you to eat me out.”

“only?” the other is ahead of you, already kneeling to the height of the table as he pulls you towards the edge, “thought you wanted more, but.” he shrugs it off, removing the shorts that you had at home with the help of you. they’re across the floor in a second, not bothering to remove your underwear as he moves it to the side, immediately starting to suck on your clit.

“good thing your mom’s left,” johnny speaks into your cunt, “think i’ll be doing more than just eating your pretty pussy out, love.”

johnny’s tongue moves fast, the skilled, heated muscle switching between short, kitten licks to slow languid ones, the flat of his tongue licking a long stripe up your cunt. you’re barely holding on to the overwhelming feeling of pleasure, knees spread in a 180 as johnny eats like a starved man, drawing moans and whines out of you to the point where you vision feels blurry.

“y-yes, just like that, mmf—” you’re too embarrassed to even pass him his lunch, but your hands fly to his head in milliseconds, pushing down on him for more, more until it feels numb. you can feel the table leak with your juices, but johnny seems to be enjoying every single moment of it until the sounds are accompanied by your whimpers.

“unbelievably wet, you’re dripping right down to the floor, baby,” you open your mouth to say something only to be cut off by his mouth again, sucking violently that a choked cry comes from you, a few tears finally spilling from your eyes as your tongue lolls out. “think you can take me later, hm? i think i can slip right in.”

the words make your hips buck into his face even more with the promise of his dick in you, and johnny groans at your gesture, making sure the grip he has on your lower half is pinned down better with how much you’re squirming. that just means that johnny’s doing a good job, though. “are you close? you’re writhing so much.”

your incoherent words are enough for johnny to know that you’re reaching your peak, making do with your whorish moans and mewls and insistent head pushing. below you, he continues to flick his tongue over your bud, finger teasing your soaking hole just enough. “c-cumming, i’m gonna— johnny, i’m gonna c-cum!”

“that’s it, cum onto my tongue.” a surge of pleasure shoots through your body, stilling your body in contrast to your husband who continues to moan into your core, tiny tremors making their way through your limbs. your moans aren’t even audible, pleasure only shown through the ‘o’ of your mouth. johnny makes sure not to waste any of your cum, sucking up all of your slick from your thighs, to the table — so much so that you can taste yourself on his lips when he kisses you, again.

johnny’s kisses are always heated, prompting you to chase him each time you think he’ll pull away. he makes you look like an amateur, and yet the way he moves his mouth is so sensual. the other places his hands on either side of your body, nudging you down until your back lays comfortably on the table that he’s just ate you out on.

“ready for my cock, princess?” and while you fight the fluster of your expression, your body reacts to it instantly as you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him closer. a smirk appears on johnny’s face to which he makes a promise, “don’t worry, i’ll take care of you.”

he fulfilled that promise tenfold, until you were crying at him to stop and until he’s filled you up multiple times.

EVENT CLOSED (thank you!)

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shorkbrian · 4 years ago

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Stepbrother

man Uh oh I can’t STOP myself adshjlalj Stepbro!Kiri just ugh. wow.

TW - pseudo-incest! if that makes you uncomfortable, please do not read, do not pass go, do not collect a hundred dollars or whatever. This is NSFW, has a teensy bit of a wide variety of things. Full on non con/dub con, coercion, blackmail.

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You don’t know when it had escalated.

There was a little nagging voice in the back of your head that told you, step-siblings shouldn’t be doing this.

Hell, you didn’t want to do this yourself. But Kiri asked, and you couldn’t say no. You never did, you always let him have what he wanted.

One time you had tried, gave out a hesitant, squeaky “No...” when Kiri had asked (begged) you to ride his face. Looking down at your toes wiggling nervously in your socks made you miss the way his face dropped, how his look soured.

“Nah, c’mon little sis, get up here on the bed. Let me do this, let me show you how much I love you, please? The longer you stall, the less time we have until mom and dad get home. It’d be so embarrassing for them to come home to find you sitting on my face, right?”

And so you climbed onto the bed, let him pull your panties off as tears escaped your eyes. Let him position you so your hands were clutching the headboard, legs spread so he could lay down underneath you. At least you were wearing a skirt, didn’t have to look at his face or see his expressions of glee as he ate you out.

A few minutes later you’d be crying for a different reason, Kiri anchoring your hips over his face as he refused to stop suckling at you, even though you’d just orgasmed.

The man was so needy, demanded so much of your time and attention. He’d come into your room, complaining how much his dick hurt, how he needed you to kiss it better. You didn’t want to, but you didn’t know how to tell him that. He’d just threaten to tell your parents what their daughter was doing with their son, how much her body liked it even if she insisted the opposite. So you’d do what he suggests, kiss his cock better through his jeans.

Kirishima was so sensitive too. A simple kiss over his jeans had him jerking his hips, moaning on the bed as he panted your name. “Do it again, please?” and you would. He’d keep asking, until standing up to tear off his jeans and boxers. “Can you lick me? it’ll help me feel good, oh lil sis, can you do that for me?” you would.

It wouldn’t take him long to be a moaning mess, red hair sticking to his flushed face, body shiny with sweat, hips jerking uncontrollably as you sucked at the head of his cock. Your hands would be fisting the rest of his length, essentially jerking him off inside your mouth, hot tongue laving at the tip. His voice would be so broken as he talked the whole time, telling you how pretty you looked like that, how you were the best sister a brother could ask for, you make him feel so nice.

When he cums in your mouth, it took everything in you not to throw up.

Sometimes he’ll just scoop you up, make you abandon whatever you’re doing so he can whisk you off to his room. You’ll get put gently on the bed, and he’ll scoot real close, push you to lay back. Kirishima will just hold you, feel your skin as he kisses you. Usually you’ll be able to feel his bulge as he grinds it against you, humping at your clothed pussy like a desperate dog, kissing you with a fierce adoration. You’d be lying if you said your cunt was dry by the time he let you up.

Inside, you hated those sessions the worst.

Kirishima was so loving and kind and sweet, it almost made you forget that you didn’t actually like what he did to you. When he slipped inside you after fingerfucking you to orgasm, getting you ready for the stretch of his cock. He’d try his best to be gentle, let you get used to the sensation before moving, but a lot of the times he couldn’t hold himself back.

He’d be crying as he fucked you, whimpering about how tight you were, how you squeezed his cock so good. His hips would jostle yours as he fucked into you fast, unable to stop himself from cumming into your hot, messy cunt. Then you’d both be crying, you because... well - the possibility of pregnancy. Kirishima because he felt entirely too good. Kiri would be sobbing into your shoulder, still hard and thrusting into you, planting kisses everywhere he could reach as he whined and moaned about how good his little sister was for him, letting him fuck his cum back into her.

The redhead was like a rabbit in heat, constantly pulling you into his lap, pulling your panties to the side underneath your skirt so he could slip his cock inside. You could be making yourself food in the kitchen and he’d come up behind you, bend you over and mount you like a dog. If you were taking a nap on the couch, Kiri would help himself to a little treat, eating you out like a man starved, startling you awake with an orgasm. You were pretty sure Kirishima had defiled you in some way or another on every single piece of furniture in the house.

It made you sick, yet you still came every time. You could only hope that he wouldn’t grow bolder, would continue to let you be a good, normal stepsister whenever your parents were around.

You don’t know what you’d do if he couldn’t keep his hands off you when they were home.

Not like they’d notice.

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voltage-vixen · 4 years ago

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The Great Pumpkin Surprise

Fandom: Kissed by the Baddest Bidder Pairing: Eisuke x MC (Female) Notes: This fic was written for the server gift exchange in the Kings of Paradise discord, and my recipient was @eikouxd. I really hope you like this!

The gentle breeze was chilly on the crisp fall afternoon, and there was a bright mixture of orangish-red leaves that painted the ground. Decorative ghosts hung from the stripped trees in preparation for Halloween since the spooky holiday was nearly upon them. Today, MC had convinced her family to travel outside the bounds of the city to visit a farm known for their festive autumn attractions. Eito was quick to agree, and her husband Eisuke voiced how amusing this trip would probably be for him if he did accompany them.

A few hours later they were deep into one of the rural suburbs, with a smirking Eisuke and a giddy MC bearing witness of a rare moment where Eito was racing around the farm and acting like a child his age would be expected to act. MC typically would fret over Eito being in such a rush to grow up, but today watching him radiate in childlike innocence while he lit up at the sights warmed her heart. It wasn’t often the three of them were able to escape from their daily routine given the demands of Eisuke’s work schedule, and these occasions were something she treasured when they presented themselves. Well, the three of them and…..

“Eito, come take a look at this gourd!” Ota cried out, holding up the large disfigured fruit for the boy to see. “Doesn’t it remind you of Baba’s face?”“Ota!”

Baba pouted, feigning annoyance by dramatically crossing his arms over the front of his chest. “How cruel of you! I hardly look a day over twenty! I’m sure everyone here would feel inclined to agree.” Glancing around, the thief’s gaze locked onto Soryu’s, who also happened to be standing nearby. “Sor, don’t you think I have an eternally youthful looking face?”

The mobster rolled his eyes and uttered a loud sigh for once again being dragged into the childish antics of the group. “I don’t know anything about that stuff. Stop trying to get me involved in your shenanigans.”

“You’re pretty uptight for a criminal, aren’t you now?” Mamoru muttered under his breath. Lighting his cigarette, he surveyed the food and beverage stalls up by the entrance. “Do they sell booze at this joint? I need something to help me get through this day that I was coerced into spending with you lot.”

“Ugh, must you really insist on smoking that here?” Shuichi scolded, massaging his temples at the headache he felt oncoming. Seeing Luke nearby, he barked at the spaced-out doctor next to him. “Luke, you’re a medical professional. Inform him at once how neglectful of his health he’s being by smoking those like a chimney.”

“Oh, how I do despise the colder weather,” Luke groaned, ignoring the nagging ambassador. “I can’t even sneak a peek at Sexybones’s exquisite collar bones when she’s wearing this many layers of clothing.”

“Don’t be weird, Luke,” Hikaru murmured, shaking his head over the doctor’s odd obsession. Wanting to ease some of the innocent tension among the bidders, Hikaru decided it would be best to change the subject. “Hey, I promised Maddy I would bring him back some souvenirs. Why don’t we all pick out some together as a group? I bet Maddy would really appreciate that.”

“Good idea, Hikaru!” Baba cheered, immediately beginning to assist Hikaru in ushering the grumbling guys over to the souvenir shop. “Hurry up, everyone! Time’s a wasting!”

Yup, you guessed it! Somewhere along the way, what was intended to be a family trip, somehow escalated into the Ichinomiya family + the auction managers = chaotic group outing.

Despite the crashers, Eito who had been wandering through the patch in search for the perfect pumpkin, spun around and burst into laughter at the familiar sight of the men he considered uncles causing the same old commotion he had grown to associate them with.

“Remind me why they are here again?” Eisuke scowled, though there was a softness in his face that didn’t align with the harshness of his words while he watched the group disappear into the front of the stop.

“Because they’re our friends,” MC giggled, while she rested her head onto his arm. “Besides, look how much fun Eito is having! Isn’t that what matters the most?”

Eisuke leaned over to plant a soft kiss on the top of her head, and tenderly stroked her cheek. “That face you’re making now isn’t the worst,” the CEO teasingly mocked. “I suppose a trip like this isn’t half-bad if it means I get to see more of that ridiculous grin you’re wearing.”

“I can’t help the fact that spending time with you two reminds me of how blessed I am,” MC sighed, nuzzling her head against his shoulder. “These moments are precious. They’re the ones I’ll forever cherish from now until the end of my time.”

Eisuke’s heart skipped a beat at the adorableness of MC’s confession, and a rare shade of crimson faintly painted his cheeks. His past self would never have been able to envision that someone like him would ever be fortunate enough to be experiencing his very own version of family bliss. Yet here he stood today as a husband and a father. He used to believe success was measured by one’s professional accomplishments. While the value of business metrics was still one of importance, Eisuke now also factored in the prosperity and good fortune he was privileged to be immersed in from MC and Eito.

“Always honest to a fault,” Eisuke retorted, trusting MC failed to notice his blush. “That’s a quality that deserves a reward, and I don’t intend on making you wait for reimbursement any longer. Come here, baby.”

Reaching around behind MC, Eisuke placed his hand on her back. Pulling her into his embrace, MC’s body stiffened in a bashfulness from how intimately they were standing in public. The familiar masculine scent of his cologne radiated from his body as her husband wiggled MC even more snugly against him. Eisuke’s hot breath tickled the front of her neck, and his expression softened as he cupped her chin, and MC’s nerves instantly melted away. She wanted to kiss him, and she wanted to kiss him now. Rising on her tip toes, MC inched closer, drawing herself to the part of Eisuke’s lips until-

“Mom, take a look at what I found!” Eito boasted, interrupting his parents by suddenly making his way over. “I found you the perfect pumpkin!”Eito was grinning from ear to ear, his cheeks puffed out in pride as he held up a large, bright orange pumpkin.

Stepping away from Eisuke, MC crouched down and extended her arms to greet Eito.“Eito, what a wonderful find,” MC cheered, genuinely impressed by the amount of though Eito was putting into ensuring he found her such an impeccable pumpkin.

“If that’s what you consider a superb pumpkin, then you have very juvenile taste,” Eisuke jabbed, miffed that his MC’s attention was taken from him. “Don’t ever present your mother with less than she deserves.”

“Eisuke….,” MC began to interject, but was left unheard since Eisuke was already headed towards the fields.

“Don’t make excuses for him,” Eisuke replied. “Come on, Eito. Allow me to remind you of what constitutes as an Ichnomiya standard.”

“I don’t need you to tell me anything!” Eito argued. Despite his protests, Eito set aside his pride and chased after his father.

MC watched from a distance as the two thoroughly inspected the rows of pumpkins. She was able to gather they were quarreling back and forth based on Eito’s everchanging facial expressions, but she was also able to observe the look of admiration Eito often held for Eisuke. Eito was intently hanging onto every word Eisuke spoke, and even divulged his appreciation by offering the billionaire a small nod in approval when they reached an agreement on the ideal pumpkin. Eisuke signaled for one of the workers to come assist, and Eito held the pumpkin proudly to his chest.

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A few weeks had passed since that fun day at the pumpkin patch. MC was about to leave their home and meet Eisuke in the lobby of the Tres Spades, when she caught a glimpse at the picture frame of the three of them on the coffee table. Her lips curled in a smile as she recollected that fond memory. Sparing one final peek at the happy photo, she eagerly stepped into the elevator.

After riding down into the lobby, the doors to the elevator sprung open and MC gasped in awe at the marvelous scene decorating the entrance into the hotel. She could hardly believe that the entire face of the lobby was covered in pumpkins. Each was turned into a different type of jack-o-lantern; carved with intricate details, and brightly illuminating from the inside. The normal atmosphere was vastly transformed into a not-so-spooky Halloween theme.

“Mom, you’re finally here!” Eito shouted as he ran across the room to greet her.

“Conduct yourself more appropriately,” Eisuke scolded, frowning when Eito ignored him and continued to race towards his mother and tightly hug her.

“We had the farm deliver all of these pumpkins, and then dad and I asked Uncle Ota to design them since we thought it would make you happy! Did it work? Are you happy?” the little boy asked, his eyes widened in an impatient anticipation as he awaited his mom’s response.

“Of course, I’m happy! You two did an amazing job working together,” MC acknowledged in pride, also addressing Eisuke who had just finished walking over to join her and Eito. “What did I ever do to deserve to be spoiled like this by my two favorite men in the entire world?”

MC wrapped Eito up into a hug and reached out to grasp onto Eisuke’s hand. Knowing that Eisuke and Eito worked through their differences to come together as father and son and plan such an elaborate surprise for her was truly better than any physical gift they could present her with.

“I love you, guys,” MC whispered, blinking back the tears of joy threatening to spill in elate of her excitement.

“Love you too, mom,” Eito murmured, blushing shyly at the direct confession.

Pressing a kiss on Eito’s forehead, MC captured Eisuke’s gaze with her own. Her eyes flashed in adoration when Eisuke lightly gave her hand a squeeze, and shared the sentimental smile he retained only for her.

I love you too, baby. I love you too.

#kissed by the baddest bidder #eisuke ichinomiya #kbtbb fanfic #voltage inc #eisuke ichinomiya fanfic #love 365 #voltage fanfic #kbtbb #kbtbb eisuke

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phykios · 4 years ago

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honesty and promise me, part 3 [read on ao3] [co-written with @darkmagyk]

Several more weeks and hookups later, Annabeth thinks she should probably come clean. Some people might bury it deep, and for sure, Annabeth’s considered it, but, well. It is kind of embarrassing that she didn’t know Percy’s name at first. Stuff like that doesn’t usually bother her--she’s had nameless one night stands in the past, and despite Thalia’s ribbing, she knows that Thalia doesn’t really care either. It’s just that, you know, he’s Thalia’s family, and they’ve seen each other a few more times, and they are planning to continue to see each other a few more times in the future. Or more than a few times.

Anyway, she kind of feels like she owes it to him. Like he deserves this small nugget of truth, payment for all the times he’s fucked her blind. It’s nagging at her, and she hates feeling like she owes anyone anything.

Piper certainly seemed to think so, when Annabeth had told her over their monthly brunch date.

“It’s just common courtesy at this point,” she said. “Like, what if you guys end up married and then sell your story to Hollywood, they cast my dad as the male lead, and it comes out in interviews that you didn’t know his name for like a month? He’s gonna get the wrong idea.”

Annabeth wasn’t sure which part was more ridiculous: the movie, Piper’s dad being involved, or them being married.

Anyway, sharing some of her avocado fries, Piper had reminded her that being mean wasn't very punk rock, shutting her up effectively.

She’s out on site in the Lower East Side, taking measurements for plots of land, writing down sun angles and measuring the wind velocity between the brick buildings, when she gets a text from him.

I’m on a break and I’m starving 😩 Want to grab something to eat?

It’s 2pm on a Thursday and he wants to grab something to eat. If Annabeth didn’t know any better, she’d say that that sounds like a real, honest-to-goodness, bona fide date. (Meeting up at and subsequently leaving bars together does not count as a date, she’s pretty sure. Neither do the booty calls.) He’s been getting a little free with his texts, that boy, sending her selfies and memes and questions about her day, and now this? An invitation to their first, actual date? She should block him on principle, just for the sheer audacity.

sure, wya

520 8th, text me when you get here 😁

That’s another thing: Percy loves his emojis. If this is going to continue, they’re going to need to have a serious talk about that.

She doesn’t need to text him when she gets there; he’s already outside, leaning on the stone edifice of the building like a particularly jacked rent boy in his tight t-shirt and broody look, cigarette between his fingers. The sweatpants sort of ruin the image, though. He looks particularly comfortable in a way that warms Annabeth right from the inside out. “You know, when Nico said you smoked, I honestly didn’t believe it.” she says, not even bothering to say hi.

He looks up from his phone and smiles, the sun behind his teeth. “Hey!”

“Hey, yourself.” She doesn’t even hesitate--she plucks the cigarette out of his hand, taking a drag off it herself. “You been smoking for a long time?”

“Who do you think taught Thalia how?” He raises an eyebrow, bemused. “Is that a problem?”

It is, but it’s not like she can tell him that without losing some of her credibility. “Wouldn’t smoking fuck with your cardio?”

Percy shrugs, conceding. “A little. I used to be a lot worse, but I just can’t quite kick the habit. It’s mostly a stress thing, anyway.”

“Rough practice?” she asks, putting just enough effort into her lip wobble to make it abundantly clear that she’s making fun of him. “Were the other boys being mean to you because of your tights?”

He grins at her, saucy. “Annabeth Chase, do you really think that NYCB rehearses here? In the Garment District?” But he laughs before she can stammer out an answer (and thank God, she’s lived here three years and can barely keep the boroughs straight, let alone the neighborhoods). “I just wrapped up teaching a class. I don’t have to be at rehearsal until 5, I was thinking we could hang out? Bryant Park?”

A first date at the New York Public Library. She almost hates to admit it, but Percy Jackson might be kind of her dream man. “I believe I was promised food,” she sniffs, but she does hold out her hand, and when he takes it, lacing his fingers through hers, she’s sure that he can feel her heart beating, palm to palm.

Twenty minutes later they’re settled on a bench in the corner of the green, Annabeth halfway into a ham sandwich and Percy juggling a salad and an iced coffee. He’s been regaling her with tales from the more exciting side of ballet, a side she hadn’t even imagined could actually exist. “So by the time I land in Paris,” he says, taking a sip of coffee, “the guy’s foot has swollen up to, like, twice its original size, and when I finally managed to find some wifi to check my phone, there’s, like, eight missed calls from my mom and my agent, and an email from her that just says ‘READ THIS,’ in all caps, and of course the article is in French, which I didn’t really speak at the time, and I was so stressed that my ADHD made it so I couldn’t even read the Google translation, and I had to ask someone to translate it for me.”

“Oh my god,” she says, struggling to keep it in.

“And that’s how I found out that I’d been moved up to first cast in Le Corsaire, from the poor barista at a coffee shop in Charles de Gaule!” He laughs.

“That’s insane,” Annabeth says. “And the show was the next day?”

“It was that night! I had to haul ass to the opera house and get warmed up, because I was going on in about four hours. You should have seen the looks on everyone’s faces when I stumbled in, I’m sure that they all wanted to kill me.” Percy chuckles, taking a bite of leafy greens. “Now I wasn’t just the twenty-year-old upstart American, I was the twenty-year-old upstart American who skipped town when I wasn’t supposed to.”

“How did it go?”

“Killed it, of course,” he says, deservedly smug.

Despite her best efforts, she’s absolutely entranced; he’s a great storyteller. “I bet you break that story out at parties all the time, don’t you.”

He laughs. “Whatever gets the donors to open their checkbooks, right?”

“I can’t believe you lived in Paris. I’ve always wanted to see it.” She’d had a few chances to when she was in college, the semester she’d studied abroad in Rome, but she just never got around to it. Just another item on her long, long list of regrets, placed somewhere between the sketchy burrito from last week and not telling her mom to fuck off earlier when she’d had the chance. “If I were you, I’d never leave.”

Percy shrugs. “It was amazing, I won’t lie. But towards the end I just really, really missed it here. All my family is in NYC, you know? My mom, step-dad, and my sister live here, and Thalia and Nico and Hazel, too. I tried to come back and visit whenever I could, but being away from them was really hard.” There’s something soft and inviting in his expression when he says, “I’m really happy to be back home.”

“What are they like?” Annabeth asks. “Your family. Your non-mob family, I mean.”

He rolls his eyes, but he grins another one of those blinding grins, too. “My mom is the most amazing person you will ever meet. Not only did she support my dance habit, she did it as a single working mother who had to raise an angry, ADHD asshole of a son who didn’t always appreciate her. I don’t even want to know how many hours she had to work or how many scholarships and grants she had to track down in order to pay for me to go to SAB, but somehow she made it work, and managed to write her novel at the same time. She married my step-dad the summer I turned sixteen, and my baby sister was born the next year.”

Even Annabeth, cynical and black-hearted as she is, has to smile back. The love he has for his mom is so palpable, so tangible, she can practically see him glowing. “And the…” What had Thalia called them? “The ‘Cousin Consortium’?”

At that, Percy laughs, full-bellied, unrestrained. “The name was Nico’s idea. I didn’t really have many close friends when I was a kid, apart from my buddy Grover--he had to wear this really gnarly leg brace and I liked to dance, so you can imagine how much we got picked on--but we were all really close growing up, since our dads were all assholes. They may have left us emotionally scarred, but at least we had each other’s backs the whole time.”

This is a very Percy thing, she’s starting to realize: he can not and will not hold back on his feelings. He simply refuses to. Where most guys might try to hide or downplay their affection for their friends, Percy’s is written all over his face. Maybe it’s a byproduct of doing ballet, but he’s so unashamed of his love for his friends and his family and his art, that maybe Annabeth kind of wishes she could be included in that love too, if it always feels this warm and joyful.

“I think it’s amazing that you guys are so close. I only had the one cousin when I was growing up, and we didn’t really talk all that much,” Annabeth says, almost without her permission. Something about him, it’s just so easy to talk to him. He makes it safe to open up.

“The med school guy, right?”

Annabeth nods. “Magnus. Fifth generation Harvard student. We’re all very proud.”

Ugh. Even she has to wince at the false cheer in her voice. Percy gives her a half-smile, sympathetic and soft. “Harvard not really for you, then?” he asks, picking up the threads of a long and complicated story, and one that she absolutely does not want to get into right now. Or ever, if she can help it.

“More like I wasn’t really for Harvard.” Which wasn’t entirely untrue. She had been good enough for the university in Cambridge, Mass--good enough for two degrees and graduation with honors--but she had never been good enough for her mother’s capital-H Harvard. Never good enough for her mother at all, really.

Percy takes her hand. His fingers are cold from his iced coffee. “Hey. It’s their loss,” he says, with a sincerity and an intensity that makes her blush.

Every part of her wants to pull away. His thumb is rubbing against the joint of her finger, soothing and sweet, and she thinks she may break out in hives from it. “Damn right it is,” she mumbles.

He is so nice. So nice and hot and sweet. Objectively, what she’s about to do is a terrible idea, and might torpedo a really good thing that they have, but if she doesn’t come clean now her own guilt is going to drive her insane.

“Okay, I have a confession to make.” Percy raises his eyebrows, slurping the last dregs of his drink. “When we met… and then when we hooked up the first time… I may have… thoughtyouwereJason.”

He blinks. “Pardon?” he asks, mumbled around the straw.

Annabeth buries her head in her hands. “Please don’t make me say it again.”

“You… thought I was Jason?”

“Well,” she sputters, glaring at him through her fingers, “you were being all bro-y with Thalia!”

He is valiantly trying to hold in a smile. “You know, I distinctly remember telling you my name that morning.”

“I was really hungover,” she whines, “and you were shirtless and making breakfast so I wasn’t really… paying attention.”

“For a whole week?”

This is so embarrassing, why couldn’t she just keep her stupid mouth shut? “Yeah.” She slumps her shoulders, stuffing her hands into her jacket pocket. “Sorry.”

She’s not entirely sure what she expected: at best a couple of weird looks and a tentative promise to meet up later that would end up not working out, at worst she thinks he’ll just get up and leave her here at Bryant Park. Either way, they’d be doomed to months of awkward interactions, until eventually they wouldn’t be able to be around each other, and Thalia would have to pick a side--and Annabeth’s seen what Thalia does to people who cross her family. She’s seen Thalia beat a dude to pulp for calling Nico the f-slur. Picking Percy over Annabeth? That’s nothing.

So when he starts laughing, Annabeth is completely at a loss. Slowly, at first, then all at once, he’s laughing so hard his shoulders are shaking, and he has to put down his salad so it doesn’t topple over onto the grass. His head is tilted back in joy, the grey, late afternoon light adamant that Annabeth can see all of his features clearly, from his screwed up eyes to his bright, white teeth to the single dimple in his cheek.

Of course, even his laughter is hot. Asshole.

“You thought I was Jason!” He shrieks.

Annabeth crosses her arms, scowling.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I really don’t mean to laugh,” he giggles. Annabeth can feel her own giggle rising in response, and she ruthlessly quashes it. “I can definitely say I’ve never heard that one before. You do know Jason is blond, right?”

“As a matter of fact, I did not. Besides, you and Thalia look exactly alike.”

He scoffs. “No we don’t.”

“Uh, yeah you do. You, Thalia, and Nico are all basically clones of each other.”

“Okay, Captain Glasses, whatever you say.” He rolls his eyes, but there’s no heat behind it.

“I’m sorry,” Annabeth feels like she has to say again.

He cocks his head. “For what? For thinking I was Jason? He’s a pretty cool guy.”

“No, for,” she blushes again. All this blood rushing to her head can’t be good for her. “For sleeping with you when I still thought you were Jason.”

Percy scoots closer to her, throwing her a grin and slinging his arm over her shoulders. Without even realizing that she’s doing it, she settles in beside him like she’s been doing it her whole life, slotted up against his torso, tucking her booted feet beneath her legs. “I am choosing to take that as a compliment,” he says, smirking. “You couldn’t resist my charms, even when you thought I was a brogrammer.”

Annabeth can’t help herself. She kisses him, wiping that smug grin right off his face, and when she finally retreats, after what feels like hours, he looks so dazed she could probably keep calling him by any name she wanted and he wouldn’t even realize it.

After their lunch, they meander for hours, headed in a vaguely southerly direction, holding hands the whole time, a steady, uninterrupted flow that took them all the way from Midtown to Greenwich Village. He tells her about his first day at ballet school; she tells him about her favorite monuments. “There are two architectural environments in America,” she says, ranting, speaking with enough force that she might forget the feeling of his hand in hers, “endless dead suburbia, or cities where every single building is either a concrete or a glass block--and not even Brutalist concrete, just shitty, poorly designed, paint-by-numbers concrete. It is an absolute travesty of modern government that they don’t fund any public works projects anymore.”

“That’s why all the gardens and stuff?” he asks.

“Nowadays everything is built by the lowest bidder. At least I get to add some beauty back into the city.”

“I know what you mean,” Percy says. “Paris is practically overflowing with public works, you almost forget about it sometimes.”

She sighs. “You’re so fucking lucky. Paris is so beautiful and everything in New York is just hideous.”

“Aw, come on,” he says. “Not everything. What about the Empire State Building, or Central Park?”

“Well, obviously, those,” she says, just a teensy bit flustered, but she’s not about to give up the argument without a fight. “I just mean like, normal, every day buildings: offices and apartments and stuff. It’s all so samey and boring.”

He looks to her right, pointing at the building they are passing. “What about this one?”

She turns.

If she had known they were headed this way, she never would have taken them past here.

“It’s… okay, I guess,” she mumbles, staring up at the arched windows, pedimented doors, and Rococo details of Miss Minerva’s Private Pre-College Prep School. A shudder goes down her spine, like someone walking over her grave. “There are better Beaux-Arts buildings.”

Sensing her discomfort, he picks up the pace, and changes the subject.

Finally, he stops outside a nondescript building, turning to face her. “This is me,” he says, a little bit mournfully, squeezing her hand. “Are you okay to get home safely?”

This man is ridiculous; it’s not even dark out. “I think I can manage a few blocks,” she says, lightly swatting him. “Isn’t it kind of early for you, though? It’s only four o’clock.”

He flushes faintly, one hand coming up to rub at his neck. “Uh, well, I always give myself a little extra time--you know, time blindness and everything.”

“You baked in extra time in case I wanted you to walk me home, didn’t you?” She mock-gasps, secretly delighted. “Scandal!”

“Guilty,” he grins. “You’ve been to mine so many times, I was curious.”

She just barely stops herself from laughing out loud at the very idea of Percy coming to her apartment--as if. Thalia hasn’t even been to her apartment. Nobody knows where she lives, none of her neighbors know who she is, and this is entirely by design. “Cut me some slack; a girl’s gotta have some mystery. Can’t make it too easy for you, can I?”

“I have a feeling you’ll never make things easy for me,” he says, white teeth gleaming.

“You better believe it,” she smiles back. “Now that I’ve foiled your plans, are you going to be too bored?”

“Oh, I’ll think of something,” he shrugs. “I’m very resourceful when it comes to boredom.”

Inspiration strikes, and she grasps his hand, pulling him down the alleyway. She almost hates to admit it, but she has something of a Pavlovian response when it comes to hanging out with Percy. Annabeth has come to expect some really excellent sex whenever the two of them meet up, and maybe spending all afternoon with him has made her a little bit horny.

She presses him up against the brick wall, hidden from the street by the long afternoon shadows, and kisses him. His hands flounder for a second, before coming up to rest on her shoulders, this thumbs tapping against the base of her neck, fingers fluttering on her jacket. It’s an intimate touch, kind of chaste and very respectful, and he holds her with precision and grace. He wouldn’t do anything she wouldn’t want to. This is a date with no expectation of sex on his part. But Annabeth does not want grace right now, spooked by the ghost of her old school. She does not want precision. She just wants him. She just wants to keep him on his toes, keep him interested, blow his mind a little.

She just wants to blow him, to be honest.

He squeaks into her mouth as her hands fly to his belt, deft fingers practically ripping it off of him in an increasingly familiar motion. “H-hey,” he says, squeezing her shoulders, “this is--”

“Do you not want me to?” she asks, one hand playing at the top line of his underwear.

“No--I mean, are you sure? I’m-I’m okay with this, I just want to--”

“I know.” She kisses his cheek, then drops to her knees. “But we’ve got some time to kill, don’t we.”

Afterwards, when she’s finished with him, Annabeth wipes her mouth, and he whimpers.

“Ho… holy shit,” he pants, flushed and trembling.

She tucks him back into his boxers, doing up his fly. “There we go. That was better than being bored, right?”

He nods wordlessly, swallowing, shaking. His eyes are glassy and glazed, stupid like he’s just shot out his brain through his dick.

In the short time they’ve been together (though, honestly, this might be the longest relationship she’s ever been in before… and they haven’t even broached the “dating” conversation yet) Annabeth has been on the receiving end of several different Percy looks. His face will light up with joy when he first lays his eyes on her, so happy to see her (though she can’t really fathom why), glinting like the sun on the water. His eyes will narrow, glaring, even as he furiously tamps down on his growing smile when they start arguing over something stupid, like Annabeth’s affinity for olives. He’ll grin at her, knife sharp and slanted, licking his lips and looming over her after she comes down from yet another orgasm via his mouth or his hands.

Percy looks at her now like someone took a bat to his head, and instead of seeing stars, he sees little miniature Annabeths flying around.

He pulls her to him and kisses her, entirely too sweet for what she’s just done to him, but that is also a very Percy thing. And when she leaves him with a final kiss on his cheek and squeeze of his ass, she can feel that look burning a hole through her jacket, following her down the alley and around the corner, and she finds that she doesn’t mind the weight of it at all.

#my fic #percabeth #pjo #the rivalry ends here #ballet au #darkmagyk #woot!!!!

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qvestchen · 4 years ago

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Nemesis // Soonwoo SVT

Summary: It was really laughable. The idea that Jeon Wonwoo had a nemesis. And yet there it was. The clear proof that all his life, like a nagging dull ache, Kwon Soonyoung had stepped all over his plans without ever really acknowledging him.

And maybe it was wrong for Wonwoo to seek him out but all he wanted was answers at first. He had never imagined they would stand opposite each other, fingers on triggers, his death in his nemesis’s hands and vice-versa.

Author: qvestchen

Status: Ongoing

Chapters: Home, Previous, Next.

Nemesis // Soonwoo SVT

Chapter 5: You can just date me

Avoidance.

Soonyoung had woken up at the medical center to find the Dean, Mr. Lee Yu Jin, waiting for him.

“Ah, Kwon Soonyoung, is it? You had us all worried for a bit there, my boy,” Mr. Lee said, his smile not really warm.

Soonyoung tried sitting up and felt a drip attached to his hand pinch slightly.

“Oh, no need to greet me. Take rest. The nurse told me you’re exhausted. The second student from drama club to end up here in the past couple of days I have been told. As President, you should really tone the drama club activities down a bit. We don’t want our rising club to fail because of overwork, right, my boy?”

Soonyoung nodded slowly, not really understanding why the Dean was here at all.

“You all should have fun too. Rest, have fun, study, and so on. I must say, I would appreciate it if you don’t party at my house in the future.” Mr. Lee laughed, seeing Soonyoung’s panic at the revelation. “Don’t worry. I know my son, Chan, hosted the party. He doesn’t listen to his father at all.” He got up and handed Soonyoung his card. “Let me know if there is anything you need. I feel responsible for what happened on Chan’s behalf.”

“It’s no problem. He wasn’t involved,” Soonyoung said.

Mr. Lee muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “It would do him well to not get involved, for once.”

Soonyoung’s curiosity was piqued but he didn’t ask further.

Avoidance.

His friends asked him all sorts of questions. He chose to laugh it out.

“Really, I have no memory of what happened after entering the party. I had taken a shot of some weird tasting drink from Jihoon earlier so that must be it.” He laughed. “I really shouldn’t trust Jihoon’s wine cabinet from now on.”

Jihoon made a move as if to choke him. “Hey, my wine cabinet is exquisite, okay?”

Seungcheol laughed. “Didn’t you buy it off someone’s garage sale? It must have lots of expired items in it.”

“Wow, you had food poisoning? Cheol here nearly murdered a guy over your food poisoning, dude,” Junhui said.

Soonyoung’s smile dropped. Wonwoo. “You what?”

Junhui continued, “And that too when I was about to exchange numbers with that guy’s friend. Now, I have no date.”

Jihoon pushed Junhui. “Oi, priorities?”

Soonyoung tried to joke and smile again. “You can just date me, Junnie.”

Jun made a gagging sound. “I’m not that desperate, ugh.”

Joshua looked unconvinced by the banter. Soonyoung knew he wasn’t buying any of this. He also knew his friend had been crying. It hurt him to see the pale redness at the edges of Joshua’s eyes. He wanted to talk to him, to thank him…he didn’t.

Avoidance.

When he was fourteen, his therapist had told him he had trouble with facing his problems.

“Soonyoung, you can’t avoid your problems forever. Avoidance breeds toxicity.”

What was he supposed to say?

Facing his problems had led him here.

“Now, will you tell me what is bothering you?”

He didn’t.

Avoidance.

When he was discharged from the medical center and alone in his dorm room for a bit, he opened his inbox to see if he had contacted him.

There were several messages.

There were messages from his drama club members.

“Hey, I’m sorry you fainted. Hope you’re feeling better now, Hoshi. Wonwoo wouldn’t have hurt you. He’s a nice guy. He just looks scary.” --Seungkwan.

“Hoshi! Please get better soon. We need our Tiger back.” --DK

“Wonwoo got off on the wrong foot. He’s a friend. I’m sure he didn’t mean any harm.” --DK

And messages from random people.

“HEARD YOU GOT BEAT UP?”

“Are you okay?”

“You owe me 15 dollars! Don’t die yet!”

And calls from his parents.

He wondered who had told them. He sighed. There was a part of him that wanted to call them right now and tell them that he had been right all along. Jeon Wonwoo did exist. He was here in the university where he was studying. They, apparently, even had common friends. He wanted to shout and scream. He wanted to be comforted because he had been wronged all these years.

Instead, he messaged, “Mom, Dad, I’m well. Don’t worry. I’ll call in the morning.”

Avoidance.

Wonwoo was walking beside Mingyu as they made their way to the language building for their respective electives. The crowd was louder than usual today. There were still whispers but they seemed to be more about Wonwoo than Mingyu today.

Did you see him--yes, that one there--he beat up Hoshi--yes, the dark haired one--he beats up kids often--what’s Mingyu doing with him--oh, he even blackmails people--yes, he beat up Hoshi over nothing--the boy was hospitalized--he’s going to be expelled--his parents must be rich--he doesn’t even feel guilty--look at him--he beat up Hoshi--stay away from him--he’s a punk--poor Mingyu, for having such friends--he needs some sense knocked into--

Wonwoo tried to grin. “I don’t think you’re the center of attention anymore, Mingyu.”

Mingyu didn’t smile back. “They’re all so wrong. How can people spread lies like this?”

“You shouldn’t wander around with me or your reputation will get tarnished too.”

Mingyu slipped his hand around the crook of his elbow. “Then, let it.”

Minghao appeared from nowhere. His windswept hair suggested that he had been running. He wordlessly placed his arm around Wonwoo’s neck.

“What?” he asked, looking at both of his protective friends.

Minghao rolled his eyes. “At least Mingyu and I are just doing PDA. Seungkwan is fighting everyone and Seokmin is trying to get Hoshi to tell everyone you’re innocent.”

Wonwoo decided he liked the name Hoshi better. It didn’t knock the air out of his lungs every time it was uttered. Hoshi...he could nearly pretend Hoshi wasn’t Soonyoung.

Avoidance.

When Wonwoo had got a call from the Persian Department, he had been surprised.

“Wait, does that mean I’m in?” he had asked.

“Yes, someone backed out of the course. We have one seat open. Do you want it?” the clerk sounded just as bored on the phone as he did in person.

Wonwoo was beyond grateful. He didn’t have any elective as a back-up. “Yes, yes, I’ll take it. Thank you.”

“Come to the office and collect the syllabus and course materials.”

But when he dropped off his friends at their electives and finally reached Room 67, he was met by a commotion.

“What do you mean you gave my seat to someone else? How can you do that?”

Wonwoo frowned. What was happening?

The clerk was explaining coldly, “Your name was crossed out. There was one person in the waiting list so we gave it to him.”

“How am I supposed to find a new elective now? All courses are probably closed. Besides, I didn’t cross out my name. So, why should I suffer?” the student said.

“We can’t help you, I’m afraid. The other student was already informed--Oh, there he is! You can ask him if he can give you his seat? It’s really not my problem anymore.” The clerk yawned to emphasize his point.

The student turned around and his mouth dropped on seeing Wonwoo.

Wonwoo recognized him immediately and took a step back.

Soonyoung’s gaze went cold after the recognition. He closed his mouth and sighed, mumbling, “Of course, of all people...it had to be him.”

“H-Hoshi,” Wonwoo finally said.

“Never mind,” Soonyoung told the clerk. “I’m not interested anymore.”

“What is happening here?”

Both of them turned to look at the newcomer.

The clerk stood up quickly. “Oh, Professor Nusrat. Uh there has been a small misunderstanding.”

Professor Nusrat was middle-aged and stood remarkably straight. Her clothes were beautifully embroidered and complemented her nails and jewellery. She quirked an eyebrow and asked in a dangerously strict voice. “Really?”

Soonyoung was the one who spoke up. “This guy stole my seat for the elective and now I’m left without an elective even though I signed up earlier. The clerk refuses to help me now.”

Wonwoo gaped at him.

He stole so much from me. This is the least I can get back, Soonyoung was thinking, suddenly seething with anger. All those years spent searching and doubting himself. Those years, Wonwoo had stolen from him. And now suddenly, he was here stealing his life again. I’m not going to let this happen.

Wonwoo said, “Professor, I don’t know what his problem is but I got a call from the office that I got the seat. I didn’t steal anything.”

He was so annoyed. He had been patient with the rumours. No, he had been patient all along. He had avoided all the signs. He had patiently let go of everything that had been poisoned by Soonyoung but as the scar on his knee itched again, he couldn’t help but think no more, I’m not going to settle anymore.

Professor Nusrat looked at both of them. “Are you sure this is about the seat?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “Anyway, I didn’t know our elective was getting so famous suddenly. I can’t believe people are fighting to join it. Pleases me no end. You both can join. It’s not an issue.”

The clerk made a protesting noise.

Professor Nusrat repeated. “Not an issue. Come along. The class has already waited long enough because of the noise.”

There was, however, only one empty seat at the back of the class.

“Minseok, get a chair from my room. Woojin, come to the front. You both,” she said to Soonyoung and Wonwoo, “can take those two at the end.”

Wonwoo was making his way to the freshly vacated chair, followed by Soonyoung, when he tripped over someone’s bag. He grasped at air, feeling himself fall forward, eyes widening--

And then suddenly, he wasn’t falling anymore. A strong hand caught his arm and pulled him back. Still, unable to balance, Wonwoo fell slightly back, into Soonyoung’s chest.

He was already apologizing when he turned to look at Soonyoung and his heart seemed to clench almost painfully.

He was so close to Soonyoung, he could see the flecks in his eyes, the slight quiver of his lips forming a word, his breath catching sharply, the way his skin was reddening so perceptibly as he felt Wonwoo’s gaze upon him.

Someone coughed and now, Soonyoung was pushing him slightly.

Wonwoo regained his balance and wordlessly moved ahead. He knew his ears were burning hot, he could feel his heart hammering in his chest and there was an almost hysterical laugh building in his throat.

Because, in that moment when Wonwoo had stared back at Soonyoung, feeling him so close to himself, he had nearly done something he could have regretted later. He had nearly said, “You’re beautiful.” He had no idea where the thought had come from. It was certainly not his usually level-headed brain.

He was glad he had avoided the silly statement.

But he didn’t know.

He didn’t know that in another classroom, Joshua was tugging at his burning bracelet which was warning him of something.

Something that Joshua knew but tried to ignore, something that Soonyoung and Wonwoo still didn’t know.

Jeonghan was on the terrace of his dorm. He wondered when they would find out that no one could avoid fate.

Thank you for being so patient! Hope you enjoyed the update. The next chapter will have a few revelations so please look forward to it :)

#seventeen #hoshi #wonwoo #soonwoo #svt au #avt fanfic #soonyoung #joshua #jeonghan #jihan #jeon wonwoo #kwon soonyoung #woozi #seokmin #scoups #chan #jun #the8 #vernon #seungkwan #mingyu

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rainey-staerie-daize · 4 years ago

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So far, this’s been a weird bad week.

On Sunday, I awoke to cinnamon rolls, strawberries, and bagels, which is unusual in our household. We usually have cereal, but I was fine with this change. I love cinnamon rolls. I thought this was gonna be the only oddity of that day, but I was wrong.

Skye said she was gonna stay home during the littles’ visit, so I got hopeful that I could have a heart-to-heart with Mom about the previous week in the car, but she ended up coming with because I was and she didn’t want to be home alone. And then, Kare was with us too, because she didn’t want to go, so we had her with us for two hours. But, oh! Not two hours, but one, because without Kare, Xan only wanted to spend one hour with their dad.

So, instead of maybe stopping at the store or something, and counting off all the reasons I’ve been upset with my mother, we took a drive for an hour with my sisters. For the first time ever, I turned the other way in the car, hoping Mom got the hint that something was up. After a while of silence, she asked Kare how she was doing, as she usually does when it’s been silent for a while, and then asked me the same thing a minute later. I gave a noncommittal hum, not wanting to talk in that moment with almost everyone in the car.

Before picking up Xan, she went through the Starbucks drive-through to get us each something, so I turned the right way to be able to drink my matcha pineapple drink, but I was still not very happy. Refreshers and fraps can’t fix the hole in my heart where love should go.

After getting Xan, we went to Ross for a new outfit or two each because it’s getting hot out here and Mom has stimulus money right now. I usually love shopping, but considering that I was already upset, Mom previously promised an individual “date” day with each of us for this, I didn’t have my glasses or phone that day, and I like to take my time, I wasn’t having a good time. I found cute items that were too small for me, and couldn’t take pics because I didn’t bring my phone, and I was the last one of the family to be perusing the racks. I HATE to be the one everyone’s waiting on.

And then to top it all off, Mom complained in the car that she “spent way too much money.” I already have a nagging guilt in my subconscious soul whenever I’ve been done shopping the last few times, even when spending my own money. I really didn’t need to hear that I’m actually being a burden on someone, either time-wise or financially.

Holy shit, I need to take a minute.

Anyway, we came home, and everyone went straight to trying everything on. Which makes me anxious, because we just got these clothes, and Mom usually wipes things down or washes them before we use them. Wondered for a few if I was being paranoid, before concluding that I’m not and Mom’s just slipping at this game.

Then Mom started talking about chores we need to get done, and that the garage is getting cleaned out today. Now, she’s said this a lot, so I never know when she’s actually gonna get serious, but apparently, she actually meant it.

I like to clean by myself, preferably when everyone’s asleep or gone, because I know damn well I take to long, and I don’t want the ridicule. Big problem with that is the fact that the anxiety from the possible judgement keeps me from actually starting, so I end up never starting and it never gets done. And Mom was is sick of my shit. Many of the boxes and bags of laundry in the garage are mine.

So, as I was sitting in the kitchen trying to enjoy the ice cream Mom said we could all have, I was trying not to panic when Skye was going through the garage for stuff to bring in and go through. Mom mentioned that she was gonna “force inspiration to clean” onto me, and I told her that’s not how that works.”

Luckily, she found a couple bags of toys to go through first, and I sat and watched, trying to relax so I’d stop feeling sick to my stomach. I’m trying not to feel sick as I type this all, but I gotta let my feelings out somewhere.

Eventually, she brought in a bag of my stuff. I looked at a couple items, and determined it was a bag I’d already gone through a few months ago. It was only in the garage again because I hadn’t washed and put it away yet. So far, so good. Another bag, and I was able to throw some things away without any second guessing. Eventually, I didn’t feel so sick anymore, and was in productive mode.

At some point, Skye asked if she should bring in something that wasn’t clothes, and I explained quietly that I’ve had enough mentally. “Please don’t make me switch tasks right now.” I’m so glad, that at age 20, I know I’m autistic, read up on it a ton, and now have the tools I need to communicate what’s going on in my head.

Skye understood, and brought in more clothes. I’m also so glad to have her as a sister. Mom would’ve seen it as making excuses, which is why I tried not to be loud enough for her to hear. I was in a zone, doing what she wanted (and I needed) for once, and I didn’t need her to break it by yelling.

I set aside the things that weren’t mine to go through, and I got it done. Since I still had quite a lot, I decided to go through everything more selectively at another time, on my own time. We’ll see how that goes.

Had dinner, and I didn’t feel like eating as much as I usually do, and said this to Mom. Told her about how the day went nothing like how I’d planned, and she seemed to finally recognise some depression in me, and offered to have that talk I wanted that night or the next day. After dinner, I chilled for a while with the Gravity Falls tag (pretty sure y’all’ve noticed) in the bathroom, because it’s the one private room of the house and I wanted to be alone, and when I came out, everyone was sleeping and Mom was cleaning. She was spraying everything with Febreze, and then vacuumed after a few, and told me to check my slippers to see if they’re dirty before walking on the carpets. I find this a bit absurd, seeing as how Mom is the one who gets the floors dirty with her shoes (FR, she’s the only one of us that leaves visible shoe prints inside), and I wear slippers specifically so I don’t have to keep washing my feet all the damn time. But not wanting an argument, I complied, and took off my slippers to sit at the desk with the laptop.

The plan was to finally catch up on my school work, but after Mom got on me about the dog being neglected, I simply didn’t have the spoons, and looked up pics of Ford’s futuristic gun. Eventually started reading Gravity Falls: Lost Legends on the purple game phone. Not very productive, I know, but I knew I didn’t have actual class the next day, and I’m normally very responsible with the dog. I’ve only been neglecting her as a bit of a social experiment to see if anybody would notice that the one person who cares for her hasn’t been. Don’t worry, I gave her food and water after a while, but I left the red blanket covered in Kare’s piss over the crate, because if Mom thinks she knows best and wants to put a dirty-ass blanket over the crate, who am I to remove it?

Fucking bitch.

Anyway, after she went to sleep, the living room felt like the Twilight Zone. It had the vibe of being freshly steam-cleaned, despite not being cleaned at all, I felt like I couldn’t lay down anywhere because dirty laundry had touched my leg earlier and I didn’t feel like showering yet, and everyone was asleep but me. Two or three lights were on but I shut them off to help calm my mind a bit. Worked a bit, and I continued reading until the next morning. I heard Mom’s alarm for Xan’s school day start going off, and not wanting to interact with her, I laid down to sleep, letting fate decide if she gets up on time or not. Skye says she didn’t, and Xan ended up not going to school. Oh well. Not my problem.

Oy, she would think I’m such a selfish bitch if she read that, but I honestly don’t care. I half hope she stumbles across this blog just so she finally knows what I’m thinking all the damn time. Stars know that we never did have that talk. In fact, when I made a comment before she went to sleep on Sunday that I’m aweful at this whole “being a human thing,” she accused me of just trying to get sympathy, and “stop the whole ‘woe is me’ bullshit.”

Oy, so I’m amazing, I guess? What do you want me to say? Nothing?? I mean, I guess that’s correct. I would finally stop bugging her with my too-loud voice. I try to moderate my volume, I really do, but sometimes I forget, or I’m being louder than I think I am.

Yesterday, I slept a lot of the day, woke up to take an exam, and came out of my room to find all but one piece of the pineapple Mom got gone. Not only did everyone save me only a single cube, it was so sweet and good, and I’m not sure I did so well on my exam. Mom said the littles’ scarfed it all down in minutes, and that it wasn’t even that good because the enzymes burned their tongues, but I don’t feel bad for them. They wouldn’t have gotten burned so bad if they had saved some for Skye and I. She was still sleeping at the time. I also spotted the only pineapple juice in Kare’s Starbucks cup from the day before, but when I took a sip (because she often wastes food, she won’t miss it), I discovered it was watered down. Ugh.

That night, last night, as I stayed up late reading fan-made Gravity Falls comics, I tried to stay as silent as possible. My laughter is often loud, and I was finally having a good time. I didn’t need Mom waking up to scold me with the whole “I work graveyard, and I just got vaccinated! Why can’t I ever sleep?!”

I think I did a pretty great job of staying quiet for once, but at some point, she called my name, which startled me a bit. I went to her room to see what was up, but after I called back and got no response, I determined that she just called my name in her sleep. Whew.

And now, I’m sitting at the kitchen table, typing away, still being silent. I’ll have a good time with Skye when Mom’s not around. Mom doesn’t deserve to hear my laughter anymore if she doesn’t want it so bad. She was watching late-night comedy when I was typing the first part of this post, but at some point, she got up, and I quickly-but-casually switched tabs to the music I was listening to to read the comments until she left from behind me again. I do want to talk about all of this with her eventually, but I really don’t tonight, and she sometimes reads over my shoulder if it’s easy for her to do so.

I hope she’s getting ready for work right now, and she won’t be able to get an Early Out. I’d love for the anxiety of her randomly crashing my vibes to be gone. Maybe (but probably not) I’ll clean, maybe I’ll read some more in the dark. Don’t know yet.

#hopes and dreams crash and burn #you may hope there's a phoenix somewhere #but there's likely not #they're dead #Raine's daize #I wonder how many of y'all can relate to any of this #anxiety #autism

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Westward; Eastbound

"Come out, come out, wherever you are!"

Ben crept around the coffee table with a grin plastered onto his face. He spotted a pair of light purple and pink-spotted socks peeking out from behind a heavy grey curtain and jumped forward to brush them away. A doll fell forward onto the floor beside his feet. Bamboozled again.

"Oh, come on!" He complained, turning to look back around the room. "You need to play fair!"

A giggle sounded from behind the couch. Ben pivoted and leaned over, but there was no one there. He wasn't to be fooled again though, so he flipped open the lid of the blanket basket and laughed when his eight-year-old looked up with a shocked expression. "Found you!" He exclaimed.

"What?" She squawked. "You never look there!"

"Are you keeping track?" He laughed. "I didn't think you could fit in there."

"I'm stuck," Belle nodded. "Can you help me out?"

Ben began to laugh in earnest as he leaned down and pried his wayward daughter out of her hiding place. It was a miracle she'd been able to fit. The basket was barely as big as she was. Belle finally stood up amongst the blankets and dusted off her blue dress. "Ugh, it was so stuffy in there," she snorted, holding her head up high. Ben rolled his eyes as she glanced over towards the window and let out a dramatic gasp. "You knocked Molly over!" she exclaimed and jumped out of the basket to rescue the doll.

"I was busy looking for you!" Ben protested as she scooped up the doll, which was half as big as she was, and combed its hair in a comforting manner. The doll was made of plastic and had the dimensions of a real-life toddler. It had been designed for a medical class so technicians could learn CPR and other lifesaving procedures for children. A pediatrician had brought one to Belle's public school and she'd been so impressed that she'd come home and taken up dozens of extra chores to earn one. She was a far cry from the Belle who would have thrown a tantrum for the thing. Ben honestly hated it. It made alarm sounds if you turned it upside down for too long or if it was trapped under something heavy or if something knocked into it hard. There was also a computer feature on it where it would cry every so often and you had to feed it or cradle it or do something to make it stop. It was supposed to mimic an actual child, but it only made it all the more creepy. Belle adored it, but Ben made her switch off the automatic crying every night before she went to bed.

Ben sighed and crouched down beside Belle as she checked the doll's arm, listened for breathing, and then went back to combing her brown hair. "Is she okay?" He asked.

Belle nodded. "I think so," she agreed and then adjusted the doll's dress so it fit better against the doll's body."

"Your Majesty?" Someone called from the door. Ben looked up. The door had been left open and a footman was now waiting in the doorway.

"Yes?" Ben asked, standing up straight and fixing the cuffs on his shirt.

"You're needed in your office," the foreman informed him. "It'll only be a moment."

Ben nodded and patted Belle on the shoulder. "You can stay here," he told her, "Or you can go find Mom. I think she went for a walk after she got off work."

"I have to stay here and make sure Molly doesn't have any bruises," Belle huffed dramatically. She flipped over her wrist and examined her pink plastic watch. It had come in a children's meal from a fast-food restaurant they'd stopped at on their way home from a meeting and she liked it more than the glass-face watch Audrey had gotten for her years ago. This was a toy Ben approved of - he could give her the day's schedule and she'd meticulously write in her assignments alongside his and every once in a while come back to him to compare his watch to hers and make sure both were correct. "Oh, and it's almost nap time and I haven't picked out a book for her!"

"Naptime?" Ben asked. "What about lunch?"

"It can wait," Belle huffed. "Or, actually-" she glanced at her watch again and furrowed her brow. "No, it can't! I have to go to the library afterward to pick out a book to show Grandma and then Mom's going to be here to take me to the park!" She threw her head back in exasperation. "There's not enough time in the day!"

"Your majesty?" The footman called from the door.

"Coming!" Ben got to his feet and crossed the room quickly. The footman began to walk ahead of him to his office, glancing back at every corner to make sure he was still coming. Ben followed to the office and discovered that three people were inside, waiting for him. It was the Charming family, consisting of Chad, his wife Alexis, and their son Liam. "Chad!" Ben exclaimed, stepping forward and clapping his old friend on the back as they exchanged a hug. "It's marvelous to see you again!"

"Hello, Ben," Chad returned the hug, but not with as much enthusiasm. They broke apart and Ben took a seat behind his desk. Everyone else sat down in front of him without being prompted. Chad didn't even take the time to re-introduce his son and mention that he was sitting in on this meeting for future training or anything. Ben frowned.

"We have news," Chad explained without being prompted. "An emergency, I'm afraid. It came to my attention late last night and we came straight away to inform you in person." He withdrew a photo from a file case that had been set on a seat and slid a photo forward to Ben. Ben leaned forward and frowned. He recognized it immediately. It was the Isle of the Lost. And, near the old port where the magical bridge would be conjured up if anyone ever decided to go over, there was a visible hole underneath it.

"How long has that been there?" Ben asked, picking up the photo to examine it further. It was quite a wide rip… maybe thirty feet across.

"Since two days ago," Chad admitted. "My overseers saw it open and tried to remotely close it, but I'm afraid the equipment is rather old and… well, it doesn't work anymore. After doing everything they could, they brought the matter to me and now I'm bringing it to you. We've already sent out a ship to guard the opening, but it's possible something with magic… like Dr. Facilier, Ursula, or - God forbid - Maleficent might have already escaped."

"Maleficent?" A voice repeated from the doorway. Everyone turned. Audrey was standing in the doorway, looking startled. Ben's face softened to see her.

"Hey," he smiled and got to his feet. "How was your walk?"

"Fine," She stepped inside and took his hands. They shared a quick hello kiss. "What's going on?"

"The barrier to the Isle of the Lost is broken," Chad explained. "We found it two days ago."

"And Maleficent escaped?" Audrey asked, crossing her arms.

"No." Ben shook his head and retook his seat. "That's just speculation. So far, we have a ship out watching it and no one's escaped that we know of."

"The Isle has been quiet for the last few years," Chad speculated, rubbing the base of his chin. "If they've been planning something and they were quick… they could have got away."

"What do you mean by quiet?" Audrey demanded, then looked down at Ben. "Do we know where everyone is?"

"Oh, we keep track of most of the villains and note when they appear on cameras," Chad butted in before Ben could respond. "But two years ago, all the children stopped showing up on the cameras. Everyone twenty-two to four went underground. There are new kids now, of course, but we think the older ones went to the back of the Island, away from their parents."

Ben pinched his lips together to suppress a little smile and then continued examining the photo. The older children had escaped - underneath Chad's nose - and headed to the West, where they now had their own little place of safety away from their parents, ruled by a three-person team. It wasn't quite a secret that they were there - plenty of the contractors and constructors who had headed over knew the villain kids quite well and a few people traveled over without ever knowing whose territory they were going through, but Ben hadn't announced them at the request of Evie, who wanted to establish the community before it was added to Auradon as a Kingdom.

"What are we going to do?" Audrey asked, glancing down on the photo and then shifting her weight from side to side. "Is there anything we can do?"

"We ought to count the villains on the Isle right now," Ben decided, taking the photo and turning it upside down. He could tell that Audrey was panicking over the sight of it. "I'm worried about Ursula in particular… if the rip extends under the water then it's harder to tell if she's escaped already. However, I don't want to call attention to the breach. We don't need people taking advantage of it."

"Understood," Chad nodded and glanced at his wife. "Alexis proposed we erect some sort of secondary barrier or a monitoring spell at the least over the rip while we figure out how to fix the rip."

"Call the Fairy Godmother," Ben nodded. "She should be able to help with both the rip and a second barrier." He glanced up at Audrey. "Maybe your Fairy Godmothers could help with that as well?"

"Maybe," Audrey nodded. She was looking past Ben, out the window, and into the distance. He glanced out, but there was nothing there and he knew she was only spacing out again. She had been doing that ever since he ripped out the curtains in her room and closed the spa on all days except Monday.

"We will contact her," Chad decided, and the three of his family got to their feet. "Thank you, Ben. We'll be in touch."

They took their leave out of the office. Ben busied himself with scribbling a note down to reach out to them later and then glanced at Audrey. She was focused on the window still, gazing out at nothing. Ben sighed. "You're doing it again," he murmured softly, trying his best not to nag.

Audrey snapped back to the present and let out an irritated sigh. "Let it go, Ben," she grumbled, sitting down in a chair near the door. "I'm just… thinking. Nothing's wrong with me."

"You're having trouble focusing," Ben told her. "You keep going unresponsive. You used to never do that."

"Plenty of people think, Ben," Audrey replied. "And I did what you wanted. I went for a walk. I went outside." She waved her hand to the window and made a fluttering motion with her fingertips. Ben frowned. It was clear from her tone of voice she still thought he was being ridiculous. "Listen, I know you have this belief that nature restores everything, but I've been having this thought lately-" She spread her hands as if framing something on the wall behind him. "What if I'm just getting older? What if that's what this is?"

"Geriatrics at twenty-nine," Ben snorted. Audrey let out an annoyed breath as he started going through random papers atop his stack. There weren't many though, and soon he was left with the option to find something else to occupy his attention or look at Audrey and engage in awkward silence. He stood up and wandered to the window, opening it. Audrey shivered before the first breeze had ever swept into the room and stood up.

"Where's our daughter?" She asked.

"It's Molly's nap time," he rolled his eyes. "I believe she's reading and putting her to bed."

Audrey stared at him as if he had two heads. A blank and confused look was frozen on her face as she stared at a point just over his left ear, processing. "Oh," she nodded and pressed a hand to her head. "I didn't know she was reading yet. Did her last nanny teach her?"

"We don't have nannies anymore," Ben reminded her patiently, though he felt like grinding his teeth together. "I taught her. Remember, we read in the evenings now?"

"Yes, of course!" Audrey snapped. "I'm not stupid, Ben." She paused, then raked the fingers of one hand through her hair. "I just… I thought Molly was still struggling, and-"

"Molly is the doll, Audrey," Ben interrupted. "Our daughter's name is Belle. Remember? Belle?" His voice was rising now - Audrey's face bloomed over red and puce.

"I got mixed up!" She snapped. "I forgot about the doll. I was talking about the… the… the peasant girl who keeps coming over to play with her. The one you said was a good influence."

"Morgan," Ben supplied, and yes, he could see how she confused the two names. "Morgan isn't a peasant girl, Audrey. Her mother is a developmental psychologist. She's the one we used to take Belle to. But she doesn't have a nanny. Never has."

"I can't believe you thought I would forget my own daughter's name!" Audrey snapped, ignoring what he'd just said. "What kind of monster do you think I am?"

"Well, you seem content to-" Ben shut himself off. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "I… I apologize. I didn't mean to-"

"Oh, no." Audrey shook her head. "Do go on. What do I seem content to forget? I'm the one who participates at her school."

"The school that I put her in."

"I put her in the first seven-"

"You didn't care when she got dropped out of every single-"

"You weren't ever there! You were always busy-"

"I was busy because you couldn't be bothered to-"

"It wasn't a problem for you then-"

"It was always a problem! I just-"

"You need to-"

"Mom?" The little voice came from the doorway and Audrey stopped mid-sentence to glance down and then turn to pick Belle up. Belle's head dropped onto Audrey's shoulder as mother and daughter shared a hug. Audrey closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She chuckled and ran a hand down Belle's back.

"You smell nice, little one."

"Thanks, mommy."

Audrey set Belle back down and Belle glanced over at her father, who got down on one knee to be on eye level with her as he held out a hand for a fist bump. "Did you put Molly to bed okay?" he asked.

Belle nodded. "I checked her pulses," she announced as if it were an ordinary thing. "She's a bit on the dead side but I'll give her medicine when she wakes up and she'll live."

Ben wasn't sure that was entirely how medicine worked.

"That sounds like a good idea, pumpkin," Audrey told Belle. "You take such good care of your dolly - maybe one day you can come up with something that fixes Mommy's aches too."

"Dad says if you eat lots of fruits and veggies and go outside to play then it helps," Belle suggested. Ben lifted his eyes to Audrey as if to say "I-told-you-so," and Audrey pinched her lips together.

"Mommy has different problems than that, honey."

Belle shrugged. "It worked for me. I don't get tummy aches anymore." She put a hand to her midsection and rubbed her belly. "Dad, I'm hungry. Can we get a snack?'

"Sure," Ben nodded and scooped her up into his arms. Her unicorn t-shirt slid up against his arm and Belle squirmed to pull it back down. Ben stopped to kiss Audrey's cheek before he stepped out of the office and murmured: "We'll be out on the porch." She didn't respond. A corner of the office had transfixed her, and she was gone. Ben huffed and turned out the lights. She never remembered to do it herself and he was tired of the expense it was causing. He left the door open and the window letting in a breeze. Audrey wouldn't notice either until she eventually came back to herself.

Belle curled into his shoulder. She hadn't noticed yet that Audrey wasn't always herself.

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Nineteen months and he still couldn't get used to sleeping without the window open.

It was the closest he could get on a reasonable night to sleeping outside. Sometimes he actually would sleep outside, out on the porch or in a hammock or sometimes in a tent where Belle could play the next day. But most nights he was inside, fully clad in soft plaids and warm flannel and thick socks with the ceiling fans on high and the windows open - even in the winter. Even on fall nights like these.

Audrey thought he was insane.

It helped a bit - coping with the distance and with his job and the daily grind of things. Things had gotten better over the years. He hadn't seen Mal since he'd left (which might have been for the better) but he and Evie had exchanged letters off and on for about four months after he'd left before they'd both gotten too busy to keep up. He still heard about the VK's when they requested additional help from Auradon, but things were smooth-sailing now. They didn't need his help.

Ben rolled over in his bed. The other side was, of course, empty. Ben had told Audrey about two months after arriving that he was going to move back into the master bedroom and that redecoration would be coming with him. He'd arranged for her to keep all her things - her favorite rug and limited collection of bath bombs, among other treasures, but she'd been so furious she'd moved into a separate suite next to Belle's rather than room with him. Her room was decorated to her tastes, and Ben wasn't going to force her to change that. He knew this whole thing had been a shock for her. Still, her hate bit at him. When they had married, he had pictured falling asleep beside her. Waking up and kissing her hair until she awoke with a smile on her face. Children - plural. But Audrey wanted none of it. And he couldn't hold anything against her.

He rolled back onto his back - why was he so sleepless tonight? It had been a rather relaxing night. He and Belle had eaten together and read while Audrey dined separately in her room. Audrey had come down to help him put Belle to bed - which was an improvement, and one he was pleased to see. She even checked that Belle had brushed her teeth before they'd turned off the light. Still, she had gone back to her room without saying much to him.

Ben wished his brain would shut off.

He tossed back onto his front and shook his pillow twice before burying his face into it. For a moment, he imagined it was a rolled-up fur jacket instead and the cut of the wind felt sharper, but then the silk of the bedsheets brought him back to the palace.

Something fell in the next room over. Ben sat up, blinking. There was a shuffling sound - someone had tripped over whatever had been disturbed. Was it Belle, trying to sneak into his room? Ben swung his feet over the edge of the bed, found his slippers, and got to his feet. He walked to the door, opened it, and peered outside.

The culprit froze in the center of the room, over the blanket basket that had been kicked from where he and Belle had accidentally left it earlier. He stared at Ben. Ben stared back. In the distance, Ben thought he heard a familiar, firm voice telling him he should call the guards now.

Because the culprit had flaming blue hair.

Ben cleared his throat. "Can I help you?" he asked slowly, taking in the fact that this man - this god - was standing in his living room. This villain who should be on the Isle right now.

Hades blinked, looked over his shoulder, gestured to himself, and exhaled. "Your majesty," he coughed and cleared his throat. "I am… sorry to disturb you."

"Oh, no, I was awake," Ben nodded. He let his hands drop from where they had remained on the doorframes. "I thought you were…" Actually, it probably wasn't best to draw a villain's attention to his daughter. "Nevermind."

Hades leaned down and propped the blanket basket back up before hurriedly stuffing all that had fallen out of it back in. He cleared his throat but said nothing. Ben decided to ask again.

"Is there… a reason you're here? Something I can do to help you?" The hairs on his neck were starting to fall again. Hades didn't seem intent on hurting him, at least. And prior experience with the children of the villains had taught him that negotiations were easier if you offered to do something without charge. If Hades was anything like the kids, he'd be wary of debt and insist on repaying any favor.

Hades seemed surprised he was being regarded so kindly despite the situation. He straightened up and stared. Ben ran a hand through his hair so he wasn't standing awkwardly and then gestured to the couches around Hades. "Here," he invited. "Have a seat. Do you want me to send for something?"

"No," Hades declined, though he took a seat. Ben walked over and sat on an adjacent couch. He took a deep breath and then began to speak.

"So… you're here in my living room in the middle of the night… and there's nothing you need me to do for you?"

"I'm here for information," Hades replied stiffly. "I'm not here to… threaten you or…" he exhaled. "I, uh, was going to sneak in and sneak out without taking anything."

Ben clasped his hands together. "Well, what were you looking for?" he asked.

Hades shifted. "Well… a few years ago, I don't know if you know, there was a group of kids that left the Isle of the Lost. They came to Auradon… wanted to strike out by themselves."

"I know," Ben nodded. "They were led by three girls. They went to Charmington, and that's where they were found."

"Are you holding them, then?" Hades asked.

"No," Ben shook his head in response. "They live out west now. They have their own lands and everything. I set the land aside for their use."

"You did?" If Hades was surprised at first, it was nothing compared to now. "Well… that's wonderful. I, uh, didn't expect that." He ran a hand through his hair. "Well, see here, I had one of my kiddos leave with that group and I've always worried about her a bit… I wanted to drop by and see her and… maybe not get sent back to the Isle."

Ben paused and furrowed his brow. "Well," he began, "These kids were specifically fleeing from parents. If I send you over, how do I know-"

"I'm not an abuser," Hades replied flatly. "I don't have any proof, but I'm not. I didn't even get to raise my kiddo - her mother was a bit of a freak. But I watched over her until the day she was gone - and I don't want to be part of her life if she hates me - I just want to make sure she's taken care of and happy and everything."

Ben nodded slowly. His brain felt a bit foggy from the surprise, but he understood. "Okay," he agreed. "I can arrange for that."

Hades blinked in surprise. "You can?" he nodded.

"Sure." Ben shrugged. "I'm the King - I can do whatever I want. And if you want to see your daughter, then you can see your daughter." He stifled a yawn - of course, he'd feel tired now - and then squinted at Hades. "One question: how did you get out?"

"Well, I used the old machine the kids left behind and figured out the code to flip it on and from there, I just used my powers to open the barrier."

"How long ago?" Ben asked.

"Two days, now," Hades shrugged. "I went to the underworld to see if I could see where she'd gone from my realm, but I couldn't. And then-"

"Sorry," Ben interrupted. "Two more questions, please. One, how did you get out without being seen, and two, did you happen to open the barrier near the old Port de la Grande?"

Hades stared. "Yes…" he trailed off. "I used my helmet of invisibility."

Ben pressed his lips together. "Did you close the barrier after you left?" he asked. "Because we have a gaping hole underneath that port that we can't close remotely."

A color spread into Hades's cheeks. "I… meant to close it," he stammered. "I musta… not understood the machinery or something - you can't close it?"

"It must have been broken when you came through." Ben ran a hand through his hair. "There's a large hole… at least twenty feet across."

"Twenty feet?" Hades echoed. "I didn't do that. "I slipped through in about three feet." He chuckled nervously. However, this did nothing to console Ben.

"Well, then it must be getting wider," he reasoned and got to his feet to pace across the room. "I'll have to call Chad… let him know. I don't suppose there's a way you can fix it? Yes, I thought not. Well, I'll still help you get to the West if you want. I believe there's some sort of spell that keeps some people out… we can send you with a carriage with our ensign and you'll be able to get in with that."

"That would be wonderful," Hades agreed, relaxing a little though he still looked a little embarrassed. "Thank you for your hospitality. I'm sorry for the barrier."

Ben waved him off. "We'll get it worked out," he assured him, then paused to yawn. "So long as Maleficent doesn't figure out it's there, we'll be fine." He braced his hands on the back of the couch. "Now, if you'll excuse me, it's getting late. If you want, there is an empty suite across the hall that should be maintained. You're welcome to have it for the night and in the morning I'll have horses and a carriage prepped to take you to the West."

Hades stood up, still looking a little lost. "Wait," he requested, holding up his hands. "Is… is that it?"

Ben tilted his head. "Unless you need anything else?"

"Well…" Hades trailed off. "Do you offer to send everyone who breaks into your suite across the country?"

"To be fair, you're the first time this has happened, and I'm not sure it'll become a trend." Although he had offered the group of people who had kidnapped him on a diplomatic trip a kingdom of their own and ditched his family for two months to support them, so he didn't exactly have a great track record for dealing with wrongdoers. Oh well.

Hades stared at him as if he was unsure he was speaking with the right person. Ben ran his hands up and down his face and yawned. "Let's talk more in the morning," he decided and then turned to walk back into his room. He listened briefly to see if Hades would say anything, but no further comment was added.

He shut the door to his room again and, after a few moments, heard Hades leave.

#descendants #disney #ben #bal #ben x mal #king ben #mal #audrey #audrey rose #belle #married life #isle of the lost #auradonkingsandqueens #auradon #fanfic

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purplesurveys · 5 years ago

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720

WHO was the last person...

you spoke to, in person? It was my mom. She went down around 20 minutes ago to make a couple of sandwiches for herself and dad. The quarantine has made our body clocks completely bonkers and it’ll be typical to see either parent go downstairs at 12 or 1 in the morning to make a meal.

you called? I rang up Gab fiveish minutes ago so we can do a video call on Messenger.

that called you? My mom called me from downstairs the other day to reprimand me about something I said on Facebook cause she said it might offend some of my relatives lol.

you texted? I haven’t texted in a hot fuckin’ minute. I’ve only been at home in the last month, so there’s been little need to spend on load for my phone when I can communicate with classmates and family from online anyway.

that sent you a text? My dad. He texted me that breakfast was ready so that he didn’t need to go into my bedroom, which I’m highkey thankful for. My mom would just burst into the room, pull up my window shade so the sunlight can come in, and yell in a loud voice so I wake up. It’s never improved my mood in all the times she’s done it so I dunno why she continues doing it.

you kissed? Gab, but that was a month ago ugh.

that kissed you? Also her.

you yelled at? My mom. She was yelling at me, so I yelled at her as well because two can play at that game now.

that yelled at you? ^

you watched a movie with? I watched Two for the Road by myself last night but as for companions, the last one I had was Gabie when we watched Titanic a few months ago.

you ate dinner with? My family. We eat dinner together every night, at least whenever my dad is back home in the country.

you were in a photo with? Also family. I haven’t been in a photo with anyone other than them in a while...

you took a photo of? That would be my dog. I don’t take photos of people these days, mostly because I’m unable to.

you went to a concert with? I went to my Paramore gig by myself since I couldn’t find anyone who had front row seats like me, but on the day of the concert itself, Denise, Erycka, and Leigh (who were all also going to the show but got cheaper seats) asked to hitch a ride with me. Gabie was also present but that’s only because she was excited for me and wanted to be around for that experience of mine.

you lied to? Probably a schoolmate that I had told I was busy even though I wasn’t and I just didn’t want to work that time.

you invited somewhere? I think Blanch? I told her we should go to Ayala Museum once we can go out again so she can see the prehistoric gold exhibit that they have.

you dated? Just my current girlfriend.

you dumped? I haven’t dumped anyone.

you rejected? Uh... technically Mike. There weren’t any words said, no closure or whatever, but I think we both knew and understood that he liked me but I let him find out for himself that I had already gotten back with my ex. Back then I was still horrible at the confrontation thing and didn’t know how to break it to him.

you held hands with? Gab, over a month ago.

you hugged? Same answer.

you let cry on your shoulder? Egh, I’m only mentally capable of doing this for Gabie. I can let people rant to me but it’s personally not good for my own mental health if I had people crying to me all the time.

that let you cry on their shoulder? Technically it was my dog. But the last person was either Angela or Gab, I don’t really remember.

you bought a gift for? I don’t remember aaaahhhhh. It was probably a Valentine’s gift though.

you wished a happy birthday? Luisa.

that disappointed you? Some distant relative who had recently added me on Facebook then, only for me to see her pro-government posts. I never unfriended someone so quickly.

that stayed over at your place? Ralph, my sister’s now ex-boyfriend. Never liked the guy and am so glad they broke up, I never did like seeing him around in our house hah. that let you crash at their place? Gabie, but only to have dinner and work. that made you angry? My mom told me personal insults over a chore I did wrong a few days ago and it made me really angry. that complimented you? Andrew and I exchanged compliments when we needed pick-me-ups sometime last week. whom you complimented? ^ you thanked? My dad, when I saw him baking chocolate chip cookies a while ago after I had nagged him all week to make some. that thanked you? Mom. She asked me to fetch her something. you saw, in person? Right now I can see my sister on the couch. I think she’s watching an anime or playing some game on her laptop. that bought you something? Now hasn’t really been the time to ask for non-essential stuff, but my dad did buy me my requested soju a few weeks ago. that made you laugh? My sister I think? My family watched an online mass livestream earlier and my mom wanted to try out an American Catholic church after my grand-aunt (who lives in the States) recommended that specific parish. ANYWAY so of course their accent was very different to what we’re used to, and my sister’s fazed reaction to how they said one of the words made me laugh. that you said you loved? Gab. that said they loved you? My mom. you flipped off? Haven’t done this to anyone in a whiiiiileeeeee. you made a silly face at? It would always be just my dog but person-wise I don’t even remember anymore. that drove you somewhere? Dad drove me and my mom to the local columbarium last month.

WHAT was the last thing you...

touched? Other than the keyboard and trackpad, I used a spoon to eat some of the raw cookie dough my dad had prepared heh.

threw? Second day I’m trying to finish this survey lol. I just took the last piece of painkillers to treat my headache, so I threw the packaging like 30 seconds ago.

ate? Shrimp pasta that my mom made for dinner.

drank? Coffee.

found stuck in your teeth? Idk, bits of food that I don’t really keep track of.

cooked? :( Never cooked a full meal ever but the last thing I *helped* my dad with was breading the meat he was gonna use to make pork chop haha.

baked? Chocolate chip cookies two years ago. I remember it distinctly because I never bake.

bought? Man I haven’t bought anything in forever. I’m thinking about it and it’s probably something I bought for lunch at school? The only thing I buy is food anyway so I’m pretty sure I’m at least on the right track.

sold? I'm not much of an entrepreneur.

took a photo of? My dog with a cold compress on top of his head. The weather is starting to be unforgiving so I’ve been allotting my own compress for Kimi so that he doesn’t feel overheated.

were frustrated with? My mom telling us we had to watch a mass livestream this morning -_____- I thought she was only gonna make us ‘attend’ the Lenten masses i.e. Palm Sunday and Easter Sunday, but it’s past Lent and she’s still making us do it. I’m guessing it’s gonna be routine every Sunday now, ugh.

broke? I don’t tinker much for the very reason that I tend to break everything I touch. That being said, I haven’t broken anything in a while.

spilled? I have a fear of spilling stuff because my mom has always reacted negatively to that. Yay for trauma!

tripped on? A piece of bone that my dog had left on the floor. It felt like stepping on a goddamn Lego.

kicked? My blanket when I started feeling too warm inside my room.

put batteries in? I haven’t used batteries in ages.

turned on? I opened my laptop to continue this survey.

turned off? My Nintendo Switch, when I didn’t feel like playing anymore.

wrote? A survey, if anything. I haven’t had to write anything ever since they suspended online classes.

wrote on? I think it was my sister’s notebook.

cleaned? Myself? I just took a bath if that counts.

WHERE was the last place you...

dined at? I’m pretty sure it was Yabu. Gab and I went out for dinner on the last Monday before the lockdown, didn’t see each other all week, then by Saturday when we saw each other again we just had dinner at her place. So it’s gotta be Yabu.

ordered something to go? A local sushi place and a local pizza place, a week ago. My dad was too lazy to cook that evening so we got takeout instead.

bought something? The local milk tea place that we have in school and Rodic’s. I got myself milk tea, and I got my dad my favorite meal from Rodic’s, tapsilog.

cried? My room, I think.

felt uncomfortable? Just the house cause I haven’t been anywhere in a month.

drove to? My girlfriend’s school and then her house.

had an appointment at? Eye doctor at SM Marikina.

went on vacation? Tagaytay and then we moved to Cavite the day after so that we got to maximize the time that we had to have a staycation.

hung out with a friend? The 30th. Ughhhhh I miss the mall.

bought clothes? Feliz, at an independent clothing stall at one of the top floors.

spent more than you had planned? Feliz then I even had the audacity to move to The 30th to spend more lmaooooo AND THAT WAS A MONDAY. I was so bad at saving money skksks.

saw a band/singer/musician perform? One of the local arenas in Manila so I can watch Paramore.

WHEN was the last time you...

told someone 'I love you'? A little over an hour ago I think.

cried? I don’t remember.

laughed? A few hours ago, maybe? I always laugh when I come across a dumb meme on Facebook.

left your home? March 10th. Really not a good time to be asking that question lol.

drank a soda/pop? Sometime in February when my org had an event and the only drink being served was Coke. I was extremely hungry/thirsty that evening so I had no problem chugging soda down, even though it was so unpleasant.

made your bed? This morning.

visited a doctor? March 9th.

went to the emergency room? I’ve never had to go to the emergency room except for the time I was being delivered.

kissed someone? The last weekend before the lockdown. Man, I had no idea how lame/sad my answers were going to be lmaooo I really should have thought that through before starting a “when was the last time you” survey.

hugged someone? Also a month ago. I’m not a hugger in the family but I do hug my friends a lot.

prayed? Sometime when I was 9 or 10 years old.

worked out? Last semester when my PE was actually focused on working out instead of a sport.

made a phone call? This afternoon. My mom got me load for my phone (after a month of not having any!!!) just because, so I surprised Gab by calling her.

answered a phone? Last night.

had an argument? A few days ago.

played a video game? A little over an hour ago. I was playing Mario Kart 8.

played a card game? It wasn’t necessarily a card game but last January at Rita’s place, she took out a deck, asked us to pick certain cards, and then told us about our relationships and the issues that lurk beneath it based on the cards that were left hahahaha. Of course I think the strategy itself is bullshit but Rita speaks well and is a psych student, so we still ended up having a good conversation after hearing the verdict for mine.

played a board game? Ages ago. I can’t even tell you how long it’s been.

rode a bike? Around a month ago. I told myself I was gonna learn how to ride a bike during the quarantine, but it’s been so hot outside these days that it’s so easy to run out of enthusiasm for it.

fell on your butt? I don’t remember.

took a shower? In the last hour.

took a bubble bath? A year ago, maybe longer.

watched TV? I asked dad to watch El Camino with me on my his and my mom’s TV when it came out, so that would be last October.

saw a movie at a theater? December. It was for Knives Out.

ate fast food? 3-4 weeks ago if I’m not mistaken.

ordered a pizza? A couple of weeks ago. We tried Angel’s Pizza for a change and it turned out to be loads better than Pizza Hut which tends to be our usual.

made someone laugh? I probably made a few people laugh off of the few memes I shared today, so there’s that.

sang? Like a half hour ago. Hayley from Paramore shared a clip of the band performing Hard Times to celebrate the song turning 3 and it turns out the gig was from their show in Manila, so I hurriedly clicked on the video and sang along.

played a musical instrument? It’s been many months since I last used the keyboard.

read a book? A month-ish ago.

drove a car? My dad asked me to move my car to a different spot sometime last week, which felt so surreal as I hadn’t driven in a few weeks. It felt so weird driving again and I had to drive in a crawl to get accustomed to being in the driver’s seat again.

went swimming? August 2019, at a beach in Nasugbu.

got a sunburn? Haven’t gotten a sunburn since I was little.

went to church or temple? First week of March.

went shopping? I don’t really remember but it was one of the last few weekends before the lockdown.

drank alcohol? Two weeks ago.

smoked a cigarette? Sometime in March, the same night when my friends and I went to BGC to party. When everyone else went home, Gab and I stayed for a bit, strolled around The Palace, and had a smoke while watching everyone else around us get crazy wasted.

threw up? Sometime last year. I haven’t drunk too much recently.

had a headache? Tonight.

had a cold? Maybe last year or a couple of years ago. I don’t get colds a lot.

had the flu? Probably not since I was little. I’ve gotten fevers in the last few years but that was all there was to it. I’ve never been sick and had cough and colds at the same time, at least not for a very long time.

had your hair cut? A week before the lockdown -____- Barely anyone got to see my bangs and I’ll always be disappointed about that hahaha.

dyed your hair? Never.

laughed so hard that you cried? I remember watching a hilarious clip on Facebook of this lady who had a contagious fucking laugh, I think it was a week ago or a little over that.

#survey #surveys

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squishysvt · 7 years ago

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If I’m Lucky - Ch.3`Ten

Member: Ten (NCT) Word Count: 1,574 Genre: Dark, Humor A/N Back at it with the gang leader!Ten au. Feel free to tell me how you think I’m doing with this so far! -Admin Ay Warnings: profanity, mentions of drugs, drinking, child neglect and there’s also murder??? which is done in a very non-bloody way...someone gets cut but other than that

Ch.1`Ten ~ Ch.2`You ~ Ch.3`Ten ~ Ch.4`You ~ Ch.5`Ten

The cool breeze of the night hit Ten’s face, the only sounds he could hear in the unsettingly calm streets being the sound of his own feet slapping the concrete as he ran.

Somehow he had managed to get in a scuffle with members of a local gang while trying to order a pizza and got himself chased around town. Squalo Nero was a relatively powerful gang in the area and he was basically managing all of its individual transactions within the black market, but Ten technically wasn’t the actual leader.

That title was still occupied by his father.

Sure, his name meant something behind closed doors, but out on the streets he was only comparable to a shadow. All of Ten’s business was done within a small, empty, abandoned storage facility separate from Squalo Nero’s actual base. Business mainly consisting of the torture and execution of any gang member or affiliate gone rogue. Field work wasn’t exactly in his job description.

Ten, not sensing the presence of anyone else in the quiet streets, slowed down his pace until he eventually lead to a stop in the opening of a narrow alleyway. Sweat settled in uncomfortable places of his body under his leather jacket.

“Why did I even decide to put this shit on?” Ten growled in frustration as he aggressively threw the sweat trap to the ground.

Back resting on the cold brick of a deserted building, Ten took in his surroundings. The moon shone beautifully on the surrounding stores and apartments. Every few minutes a car would pass, their destinations unknown. The area was void of any living presence besides that of a black cat who’s alluring eyes peered into Ten’s soul.

Times of therapeutic solitude were rare for the gangster’s draining double life. His eyes softly fluttered shut as he sighed and took in the quiet of the night, not particularly thinking of anything.

“Ten?” An uncertain voice called out.

The amount of tables the man in question flipped mentally was large. The last thing he wanted at the moment was to be bothered.

“Yeah, what?” Ten could practically feel the aggravation coming from himself in waves.

“I would ask you what you’re doing out here in a shady-ass alley looking like a 12-year-old who’s Playstation privileges was taken away by his mom and decided to run away, but...”

Ten’s eyes shot open to glare at the person talking. All she did was snort in response.

“I guess you don’t really remember who I am. I’m Y/N, The one you saved earlier today.”

The gangster hummed as he recalled the events.

“Welp, I don’t like the fact that I’m the one carrying the conversation here so why don’t I force you to walk me home and actually talk to me?”

“I don’t even know where you live, hun.”

“It’s just right there.” You said matter-of-factly as you pointed to the opposite end of the street.

“I think you’re grown enough to walk a few meters yourself.” The girl scoffed and threw up her hands. “Fine! But I’m just saying, it’s your fault if I end up falling and dying in a manhole.” Your flamboyant and loquacious attitude oddly reminded Ten of somebody. He shivered at the thought. You huffed as you stomped in the direction of her apartments.

Ten sighed and picked up his jacket, soon falling in step behind you. Rather than saying anything, you only smiled back smugly at him. Although the thoughts behind the look were never articulated, Ten got a good idea of what you were trying to say.

“Don’t get any bright ideas. Like you said, it’s late and I actually live in the same complex.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to.”

The way to the apartments was short. It had turned out that Ten lived directly below you. Rather than letting him peacefully retreat to his abode, however, you bothered him once more.

“Johnny gave me your number, by the way! So don’t be creeped out if you see an unknown number in your notifs!” You yelled, head poking over the banister of the the stairs leading up to your floor. Ten hummed and slammed his front door shut as he stepped into his flat.

Brain connecting the dots, Ten moaned as he haphazardly undressed and flopped onto his bed. Johnny, that’s who you reminded him of. You were annoyingly talkative and friendly, which were both aspects of the giant he hated. Something told him you would also be equally hard to get rid of.

“So, you can either tell me what you did with my share, or, you can enjoy pain served by yours truly.” Ten reasoned, mask covering his face and knife tracing the inner thigh of a man tied to a chair. Only four people occupied Ten’s place of work at the moment, business not being as busy tonight.

Squalo Nero members didn’t obviously stand in corners of shady neighborhoods asking every passerby if the wanted crack, that’s not how they did things. They were a power player in a major drug trade, producing and supplying these shady street corner drug dealers with various illegal products in mass. Essentially, they were how these dealers stayed in business. In turn, they would get about 65 percent of their weekly income.

“...I may or may not have spent it on a new whip.” The man in the chair exhaled, hoping that his captor had barely heard him.

“Mommy, I’m hungry.”

She sighed as she downed another bottle of beer. “Go make something then.”

“We only have juice and crackers.”

“Then eat the damn crackers, kid! I spent the last amount of money your dad gave me on weed.”

Ten could not remember the last time he ate a proper dinner for a while now. His only source of food was his school lunches. But today he was especially hungry, some kid had knocked his food off the table while he was eating, ¾ of his fish sticks and a barely opened carton of milk scattered on the floor.

Hungry, Ten only had one other person he could go to for help. After notifying his mother Ten walked out of his ramshackle of a home all the way to his older friend. He really wasn’t sure on how long the journey was, he just knew that the sun had long set and his feet were sore once he got to friend’s doorstep.

The door swung open after two knocks, revealing a face enveloped by worry.

“What are you doing here alone? How did you--”

“Taeil...I’m hungry.”

Ten sighed at the familiar memory from his childhood as he cut the fabric of the pusher’s jeans. This guy was a dumbass, and because of his foolery, Ten’s father was constantly nagging about the shortage of money coming in the past few weeks.

“I see,” Ten hummed passively as he slid the mask off of his head, “So you’re saying the reason why I haven’t gotten over ten thousand dollars from you is because you decided to buy a fucking car?”

The tied man gulped.

“Oh, don’t be nervous! I’m not mad. This mask is just really stuffy, and besides, isn’t it common courtesy to look someone in the eye while you talk to them? What’s your name, again?”

The man sighed, naively relieved by Ten’s words. “You can call me Deuce.”

Ten smiled, “Well Deuce, listen carefully when I tell you this. Only special people during special situations can see my face, you know?”

The gangster grabbed the pusher’s hand and slowly carved a shark tooth into his arm.

“Congrats on being enough of a dunce to get yourself in one.”

With a nod, two of Ten’s henchmen were on either side of Deuce, proceeding with rapping his head in a plastic bag. A moment was spent watching the deadbeat drug dealer thrash against the chair he was strapped to, until he eventually stopped.

“Go put him in the back with the rest of the bodies. I believe he’s the last one, so I’m leaving.”

“Yes, boss.”

Ten made his way out of the abandoned storage facility, throwing his hoodie over his head. For some reason there was a large amount of traitors that had to be dealt with for the past week. Maybe it was the weather. Although Ten was used to his line of work for as long as he’s been in it, hearing the tortured screams of men and constantly having to clean blood from his clothes for hours every other day was tiring.

Ten dragged his feet back to his flat, but it seemed like he just couldn’t catch a break. He met eyes with your hunched figure in front of his door. Yeah, his schedule practically revolved around going against the law and several human morals, but he still wanted to know what the universe had against him to have you show up at the worst of times.

Instead of asking what exactly you were doing like any other decent person, he only continued in unlocking his door to his apartment, bag of slightly old gas station donuts in hand. Perhaps if he ignored you you would leave him alone.

One foot had managed to pass through the doorway before you finally spoke. “Uh, can I spend the night with you?”

Ten was tired and didn’t really feel like dealing with your whining.

“Ugh, whatever, I don’t care.”

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mikafa1212 · 7 years ago

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Like a Chocolate

Title : Like a Chocolate

Warning : Mild Languages

Summary : Do you believe something ridiculous like one small chocolate could change entire story? Fushimi Saruhiko didn’t realize that until he tastes one of small chocolate from a guy that claim want to be his partner for his entire life, Fushimi didn’t wish to dealing any taste he didn’t familiar of, but he admit, it wasn’t that bad. Note : This story goes in Canon Story with Alternative different story progressing Un-beta ed For Sarumi fest 2017

What if people can create time paradox if they changing their own fate?

Or fate always prepare new story for those who want to change?

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Fushimi Saruhiko, just ordinary grumpy teenager in some regular middle school, woke up in the middle of class, luckily the school had just finished and the teacher didn’t bother him for all day, its good news for Fushimi. Since beginning, no one try to bother him because he always earns high marks on score and also, he never tries to socialite to his classmate.

"Oii, Saru, it's the class was over, ya know?"

Except this red-head small guy, Yata Misaki.

Fushimi groaned and stretched his body, his whole body feel so stiff because his sleeping habits. The sound of people talking was more crowded than usual, Fushimi feel more annoyed than usual.

"So noisy, what do you want?"

"Well, remember the Taiyaki shop that day? It's on sale now—"

"Hey, did you know? Matsumoto from Class 2 got confessed!" Some randomly guy shout out in the class, and the rest of guy got excited. 'Oh,' Fushimi remembered today was valentine day, which mean his locker would full of chocolates again, he sighed hard.

"Ugh, why people so exciting someone got laid?? Its so damn annoying! I wish I got chocolate too—" Fushimi didn’t listened any Yata's complain while he stood up.

'I better go home fast before somebody caught me,' he thought while pull his bag and went out classroom, ditching Yata.

"Hey!! Why ditching me, you asshole!?" Yata was not happy with it, obviously.

"Shuush, don't be so loud, someone will catch us," Said Fushimi, he takes turn on different route to school lobby.

"What? Who?" Yata dumbfounded, and because of him, unexpected ambush got Fushimi in the lobby.

"F-F-Fushimi-san! Please wait a moment!" The girl cracked her voice, Fushimi sighed again.

"B-Before you go home, c-can you please accept my chocolate?" She said with shy tone, while completely ignoring Yata who was shocked. "Fine." Fushimi took her chocolates without intention to continue the conversation.

"Hey, that's rude! Say something back to h-her!" Yata interrupted but Fushimi didn’t budge it at all, he opened his locker recklessly, which the chocolates fell down because his rough opening, and made Yata more dumbstruck when he saw the amount of chocolates he received.

The girl also kind of shock too, but Fushimi didn’t bother her, he gathered all the chocolates all he could while Yata helping him and dragged Yata out of school. "God!! Seeing you act like that pissed me off, Can you act be more nice to them?" Yata feel bad seeing how poor Fushimi treated the girl.

"I don’t have obligation to be nice like what you said." Fushimi wish Yata won't nagging him over little things, but seems no one can stop Yata for nagging him.

"Argh, that didn't solve anything! I know you kinda popular to girls, but I didn’t know would be like this! Show some gratitude, man" Said Yata, Fushimi clicked his tongue. "I never ask for this, don't be such a loser, Misaki, just because you didn't got some," Said Fushimi with grumpy tone.

"But you are damn popular, even you're so gloomy, Man, its make me so jealous!" He said while opening one of chocolates. "You didn’t mind I eat some right?" "Go on, in fact, take them all, so I don’t need to throw it," The glasses guy muttered without looking his friend.

"What!? Why you throw it?? That's rude!" Yata feel irritated with how Fushimi act, but he knew Fushimi wouldn't change his mind that easily.

"Like I said, I never ask them to give me, I'm free to do anything to these chocolates," He said with mock tone. He was about to throw some of them but Yata stop them.

"Cut it out, man, wasting food never a cool thing, look, if you hate chocolates so much, let me take it all!" Yata look at Fushimi with glare, even though his hands already full of chocolates.

"...Fine." Fushimi was beyond irritated because Yata's meddling habit, but he didn’t disagree and let Yata do what he want.

They decided to drop the chocolates in Yata's house, Yata had two siblings, which mean they would love to help Yata eat chocolates. Luckily or unluckily, Yata's mom was in home, she asked Fushimi to stay, which he had no option to refuse.

"Ara~ Fushimi-kun, I didn't know you're so famous, dear," She said while look surprisingly to the chocolates that gathered in the table. "Hey, why did you assume all the chocolates are Saru's?" Suddenly Yata feel annoyed.

"Just a hunch, am I right?" Yata defeated on the spot, Mother intunition never wrong. 'A mother, huh?' Thought Fushimi randomly.

"Don’t be so sad, dear, here your favorite chocolate," Yata's mom give her homemade chocolates to Yata and Fushimi, which surprised both of them.

"E-Eeh!? Mom, you never made these before!" Yata was surprised how well made the chocolate, and it was delicious.

"Don't underestimate my cooking skill, son, Minoru and Megumi ask me to make chocolate, but if I know you will bring these many chocolates, I wouldn't make it,"

"But these delicious, mom, right, Saruhiko?" Fushimi was bit surprised Yata also asking his opinion, he never tried ate homemade food before, but he didn't want act rude in front of adult, specially his mother.

He took bite, and swallow it. "...It was delicious, ma'am." He said quietly.

"Oh, thank you!" Yata's mom was delighted how they enjoyed her food.

"At least I got one chocolate, after all," mumbled Yata while ate his mother chocolate.

"Pfft, you got a chocolate from your own mother, how lame," tease Fushimi with his mock grin. "W-What the!? You got the same thing too, you little—" "Mom! We're home!" Minoru and Megumi's calling cut of their little fight, in one second, Yata's house was full of laughter and crowded.

But this time, Fushimi didn’t hate it, in fact, he enjoyed the warm atmosphere in Yata's household.

"Sorry, my folks really loudsome and like to meddle things, hope you aren't grumpy than usual," Explain Yata while walk him to the station.

"No, I'm already get used to it, Misaki still the loudest anyway," He chuckled. The sky was clear and no sign of snowing, but the air still cold as ice. He hide his mouth on his muffler.

"Hey!! Don't call me that! Humph—" Misaki hide his hand on his jacket pocket. "Hey, why you didn’t want eat those chocolates, anyway?" "Because some of them was homemade."

"That's more reason to not waste it, you idiot, but you ate my mom's chocolate anyway," he mumbled while looking Fushimi annoyedly. "….It's different, beside, I don’t want upset your mother." Fushimi said quietly. Yata chuckled, "See? You can be nice if you try," they went silent for a moment, when they finished walking on the front station, Yata decided to ask again.

"Then... if I made some, would you eat it?" Fushimi surprised with his ambigous question, but he find Yata's homemade food never fail to entertain his tongue, he nodded slowly.

"Only if you eat it first in front of me."

"Hey! Don't assume I would poisoning you, idiot." He shouted, attracting some passerby to look at them, Fushimi hiding his grin on his muffler and waving his hand. He always bad mood in Valentine day, the so called showing your love day, and he prefer to be alone, but after spending time in Yata's house, he found having a company for while was not bad at all.

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Yata Misaki didn’t know that day, he actually pissed off because of how poor Fushimi treated those girls who had crush on him, not because he was one of popular guy that always got chocolate every valentine day and he didn’t get any, he didn’t know why feel like that, but what he remembered, he actually picture himself as one of those girls and feel really bad if Fushimi, which made him weirded out.

A lot of things happened since then, he got to know Oogai Aya, they chasing after the blimp and they discovered some strong gang called HOMRA, he and Fushimi develop unexpected adventure and their bond was deeper than he thought. Like example, Fushimi actually genuinely laughed at him, which was the most rare moment he ever find Fushimi opened himself.

The sound of exciting girls on the class make Yata snapped out from the flashback of the events, he was in the middle of class, the girls were giggling and whispering, some of them bring out their favorite magazines and show some of chocolate's picture.

'Oh right, Valentine Day coming up!' He thought, he found himself anxious and excited in the same time. He did practice with his mother making chocolate but the result never satisfying him. He need to made chocolate that fit with Fushimi, not too sweet but not too bitter.

'Why he is the one who the most difficult picky eater of all people!?' Yata was frustasted how he had not been succeed making chocolates.

"Oi, Misaki, the class is over, why you staring the wall like an idiot?" Fushimi smack his shoulder since Yata didn't response him right away.

"What? Hey! I was thinking hard stuff now, this all your fault for being picky eater!" Yata stood up and carry his bag, he decided to learn again.

"You’re not going to arcade today?" Fushimi was surprised Yata didn’t drag him to somwhere today.

"Ah, about that, I'm gonna busy for while so sorry! Don’t worry I will still hang out with you after I'm done, see ya, Saru!" He waved his hand and quickly get out from the classroom.

Fushimi should feel relieved no one going to bother him, but small part of him feel... little lonely.

========== "Listen, that wasn't the right way to make chocolate, this was the right way to make chocolate!" Yata's mom seem also frustrated teaching her son making chocolate that keep failed.

"What's the difference!? It's still the same!!" Yata even more frustated than her mother, the Valentine Day will come up tomorrow and he has zero chocolate to give.

'For this gloomy asshole, I shouldn't have promise what I can't do' Yata feel regret little, but he slapped his face and face his mother.

"Please one more time," Yata's face and hand full of flour, chocolate and cream, but his eyes still hasn't give up.

Yata's mom sighed, she couldn't turn down her beloved child's request. "Okay, but you promise me to not waste food and you will eat these failed chocolates," "Roger, mom!"

"Listen, I don't think your chocolate fail at all, no matter how bad the appearance, if the taste was good, the person that will eat will enjoy it, so I think we need to focus to the taste first."

'But Fushimi's peaky eater, if he disgusted with the appearance, I doubt he would eat it,' Yata wasn't sure about it but since her mother was the expert, he have to listened her. After countless battles in the kitchen with her mother, like the right proposition of sugar and chocolate, also the patience on baking them, Yata finally made a decent chocolate with warm and delicious taste, similar to her mother's chocolate. He finally feels satisfied to his hardwork and begin to warp it with nice decoration.

His mother giggled seeing her eldest son was excited to give chocolate, which was unusual for him. But she decided to not tease him.

Yata end up eating the failed chocolates as dinner and he got stomachache in the morning.

=============

Yata never been feel stupid, he just realized Valentine Day is all about girls giving chocolates to guys, not the opposite. And he was about to give chocolate to his best friend, best mate, best partner, Fushimi Saruhiko, on Valentine Day.

'Why the heck that day I want to give chocolate!? It's not like he need chocolate, in fact, he always got it some in every Valentine day.' Yata want to bang his head on the walls. "Misaki, what are you doing in the middle of hallway?" Fushimi show up in time when Yata want to run away.

"Oh shit! You're here!" Yata quickly hide his bag that consist the chocolate he made yesterday. "I mean, what a surprise, man, I thought you already gone home since you know—you hate Valentine day, right?" He patted Fushimi's shoulder and walk nervously to the lobby.

Fushimi raise his eyebrow, suspicious to Yata's odd act for entire day, he didn't greet nor say anything to him, he keep staring his table and then nervous for nothing. "Did you hit your head or something? You acting like insane person today," As Fushimi spoke, he changed his shoes and took his umbrella.

Turn out today weather was heavy rainy, a lot of students took shelter or walk with their umbrellas. Yata remembered he didn’t bring any umbrella today.

"Damn, I forgot to bring umbrella!" Yata nervously searching something in his bag. Suddenly Fushimi pull him to under his umbrella. "This umbrella enough for both of us, beside you need to explain what are you planning today?"

"E-Eh what!?" Yata got more nervous because there was no distance between them, but he can't refuse his offer, he didn't want his chocolates get soaked by the rain, knowing how heavy it was.

"Don't pretend you forgot, yesterday you told me free my time so you can surprise me, now tell me," Fushimi clicked his tongue, irritated seeing how slow Yata react. "Ah about that, hmmmmmm," Yata spotted some deserted shop in the side of front station. "Let's stop at that first."

The weather didn't get any better, in fact, the wind went worse and since Fushimi didn't gripped the umbrella that strong, their umbrella got caught on the wind and they get a bit soaked.

"This so suuuuuck!" Complained Yata when his shirt got soaked, luckily the bag didn’t get soaked badly.

Even Fushimi's face got grumpier because his glasses and hair got wet. 'Okay its now or never.' Yata nervously took out the chocolates while Fushimi cleaned up his glasses. "Uh, Saru, don't get mad or teasing me for this okay, here," Fushimi turned his side to Yata and look surprised.

"…. You made chocolates? And now you giving it to me?" Fushimi didn’t quite understand what the meaning of this.

"L—look! You've said you would eat it, okay? And I feel bad if I didn’t keep promise, so here!"

"Are you sure this wasn't poisoned?"

"Of course it's not!!! Here!" Yata took bite one of his chocolates. "I didn't get pass out right?"

"…. If you say so," Fushimi took the his small bag of chocolate and look disgusted to it. "It's look horrible—"

"Don't make me hit you, damn monkey!" Yata growled, but then he bit his lip when Fushimi took the bite and his face didn't look like hate it. "….Not bad, I think your mother genes got in you," He said quietly while ate it.

"Of course, I am! Heh! The amount of practice making these really paid off," Yata rub his cheek while smiling widely. He never thought he would feel happy seeing Fushimi ate the chocolates without complain.

Fushimi end up ate all the chocolates while both of them wait the rain get out. When he finished, he licked some leftover chocolates on his finger. Yata blushed when he staring him too long.

'The fuck wrong with me!?'

"So, Do I need return something in White day? What a pain in the ass," Fushimi started to complain again.

"What? Duh, you don't need to if you don't want, idiot," Yata grumbled, but Fushimi chuckled, he got pat Yata's head.

"Thanks anyway, see you." He said before took his umbrella and walk away to the station. Yata found himself grinning while waiting the rain finished. 'Guess I'm the only person who can make Saruhiko eat,'

On March 14th, Fushimi giving him some cheap looking white chocolates that he bought on the store, of course Yata feel pissed for Fushimi's poor choice, but in the end he enjoyed the chocolate while chatting with him on the rooftop school like usual.

Their habit of giving chocolates each other still continue even after they joined HOMRA, no matter how grumpy Fushimi, Yata never break his promise to provide him chocolates every Valentine's day.

Sometimes, Fushimi feel mad seeing Yata keep giving him just because the promise, or the tradition, the dull feeling he feel on his heart bugging him to throw those irritating chocolates, but he never couldn't do it.

Especially when he saw those messy and burned hands of Yata after baking them, even the chocolates getting better, Yata always pour his hardwork of making it, Fushimi always saw it since they live together.

In exchange, Fushimi also put some effort for White day's gift, sometimes he gives Yata's favorite lollipop, sometimes treat him in his favorite's ramen shop, or anything Yata's favorite food, its not always chocolates, Fushimi pretty sure Yata will get bored of it. But it was bit odd for Fushimi that he never thought he would bored if keep receiving Yata's chocolate.

One day when their apartment full of HOMRA buddies, Fushimi get more upset than ever, 'It's not like I'm looking forward this stupid Valentine's day,' he thought, while he grumpily hide himself on the top of bunk bed.

"Okay guys, time you all get out from here!" Said Yata suddenly when the clock hit on six pm, all his friends groaned disappointingly.

"What?? That's no fun, why Yata-san?" Protested Kamamoto, and rest of guy following him, but Yata didn't give budge to his friends and dragged them out from their room. "Now then, let's start!" Yata said to himself, Fushimi didn't try to talk him whenever he was in bad mood, but he peeked little from his bunk bed.

Yata preparing his chocolates again, and Fushimi remembered tomorrow was Valentine's day, some how, he felt heavy, something on his chest felt hurt. Fushimi didn't know why it irritated him, his logic tell him he should be happy Yata actually ditched those HOMRA clowns and do something for him only.

Everything makes Fushimi irritated, he clicked his tongue. "Are you still preparing those chocolates again?"

Yata look up toward him. "Hmm? What's wrong about that?"

[I don't need those petty chocolates again]

[Why you keep giving me those chocolates anyway]

[I think we should stop doing this—]

But those words never come out from his mouth, he bit his lips and muttered. "Nothing, really."

The next day, Yata left early because he got chores with Kusanagi on HOMRA Bar, but he left the chocolates with notes on it. Fushimi opened it while scratched his messy hair.

{ Happy Valentine's Day—Heck, this sound weird, anyway you have been so bad mood lately, so I tried to make it have same taste like Mom's, hopefully this chocolate taste better than last year!

--- Yatagarasu M

P.S I think I'm getting good making chocolates! Maybe I can be passieter? Or what it's called? Nah, nvm }

He shouldn't be smiling at those crappy writing or the warm chocolates, he thought, because in the end, Yata always go to HOMRA in the first place when he got trouble.

But he can't stop himself for happy that Yata didn't change one bit about the chocolate.

'I should treat him Sushi next March, he never eats fancy food, after all' thought Fushimi while eat the chocolate.

Yata know his friendship with Fushimi have been drift away ever since they joined HOMRA and Yata focused his life to HOMRA. He knew Fushimi actually dislikes HOMRA, Suoh Mikoto, and anything related to them, but despise all of that, he still staying with him, he still come HOMRA sometimes, and he still help him whenever he got trouble. Fushimi always be there for him whenever he need. 'Heck, he still accept my chocolates every year, if he hates me, he wouldn't even bother to eat it in the first place,' He thought whenever he had doubt on Fushimi. But he can't turn blind eye about Fushimi's talent. Fushimi got worst attitude when he dealing with people, he also likes to saying something that likely people will mad at him for saying rude things, and he one of typical person that won't tell you if he was mad, sad, or anything that make him look like weak person. He can't blame him, having monstrous father like Fushimi Niki was one of reason why Fushimi act like that.

But his talent was different matter. Fushimi really good at programming, he could hack any website when he was middle school, and now when he had a lot free time, Yata know Fushimi's skill had been increased after they joined HOMRA, especially Fushimi also learn some basic self-defense and how using knife. Even Fushimi joined HOMRA just for following Yata, his talent also useful to HOMRA and he helped a lot of works for Kusanagi and others, sometimes Yata was so jealous to him, because his good point only his loyalty toward HOMRA.

He would never admit he was weak, but he knew his power was nothing if compared to Fushimi's talent, that's why he worked hard, he spends time so much to Mikoto and others, spending time practicing and fight some thugs so he would become stronger. But Yata only human after all, he also make mistakes.

He should talk more to Fushimi, thought he already tried it and it was making Fushimi more bad mood, but at least he should have communicated Fushimi more than ever. So Fushimi won't go away.

Like today, he was standing in front of him in the alley, saying things he want to quit HOMRA and join Scepter 4 instead.

Yata knew someday Fushimi would prefer going somewhere without him, but he didn't know it would be today and all of this happening so fast.

"Oi, Misaki, did you hear me?" Said Fushimi in mocked tone, seeing Yata frozen up wasn't in his plan.

"A-Ah, what? O-oh right, well, you said you want to quit, huh?" Yata can't thinking right now, suddenly his brain stopped working and the anxious that he have been hiding all this time blow up in his stomach.

"Are you listening? Or is this too much for you to handle, huh?" Fushimi begin to taunt him with his wicked smile.

"OF COURSE IT IS, DUMBASS! You, who never tried to listen to me whenever I want to talk to you, suddenly deciding to join that shitty group without ask me first?? What are you expecting!?" Yata started to lose himself, he didn't know what to do or to say anything, but he knew he shouldn't keep quiet, he need to say something. Something.

"Why would I ask you first, You will be always saying HOMRA This, HOMRA that, I'm sick it of—"

"Of course not!!!" Yata gripped hard Saruhiko's jacket. "I would have listened to you, Asshole, You never try talk anything to me ever since we joined HOMRA, you close yourself, even to me, and What I suppose to do!? I always thinking what best for you!"

It wasn't going exactly what I planned, Fushimi thought, he planned to tell Yata while riled him off, so Yata would hate him and he can go to Scepter 4 peacefully. He started to feel annoyed, Yata should be the one who pissed off, not him, why Yata keep saying like he was the one who most understood him? Fushimi pushed Yata off. "The best of what? You always thinking about HOMRA, all for the sake Oh The Great Suoh Mikoto and those precious comrades of yours, just admit it, I'm nothing but also those pawns."

"You've got it wrong, I don't understand what the heck are you talking about, the pawns or shits, But what's wrong you being a HOMRA Comrades?" "See—That's the point, I'm not in the circle of thugs like you, I'm not some fanboy who fawning over 'Mikoto-san', Ugh, even my tongue feel disgusted saying his name—" Fushimi pull out his best mockery face to Yata, the more Yata get angry, the more he can cut off their bond as soon as possible. "SHUT UP!" Fushimi smiled wickedly when Yata fell for the bait.

'Good, say it, Misaki, say it that You hate me and you want to—' He saw Yata swung his hand toward him, Fushimi didn't budge to move. But the fist missed on purpose. He hit the wall beside Fushimi. "Are you idiot, you missed—"

"SHUT UP, I KNOW!" Yata screaming, but Fushimi notice Yata actually cried in front of him. "I know, dammit, I know you didn't like HOMRA and Mikoto san in the first place, I know you didn't enjoy them as company whenever we hung out, Heck, it's not like we know each other just for moment, I have been with you for years, dumbass!" Yata tried his best to not let his voice cracked, but the tears wont stop flowing on his cheek. Fushimi never guessed Yata would breakdown in front of him, out of all people, and Fushimi feel something hurt in his chest.

'The hell, this wasn't going as I planned!'

"That's why I tried so hard to be strong, That's why I devote myself to Mikoto-san so I could be strong like him. So I could protect you and others!!" "The hell.... I don't need your protection." Fushimi mumbled, he was out of idea what he could do to make Yata hates him, and the worst, he start to feel guilty. 'Dammit' he cursed on his head.

"Shut up! You don't know how terrifying when I saw you almost dying because of me!! I never been feel scared and hopeless like that time! I don't want to lose you again!" Yata's teary eyes and his words suddenly make Fushimi's heart thumping.

'Ugh, not now.' Fushimi grip hard on his own hand. "You are so dumb, recalling those memories won't make me return to HOM—"

Slap.

Yata slapped him, but Fushimi felt Yata had just slapped his life, his vision of all this time. Yata grabbed his shirt again, for making sure Fushimi listened him.

"Listen here, you asshole, I'm talking about how you almost dying, I-if you want to quit, FINE! You can quit, I don't have right to stop you, nor anybody, because it's your choice...." Yata avert his eyes, he tried to not pled him to go back to HOMRA, but he couldn't lie to himself that he wasn't okay Fushimi would left him.

".... Idiot, you should have hated me and called me traitor, you HOMRA lover, why won't you hate me?" Fushimi spoke, he tried his best to cover his sadness, but his tone couldn't lie.

Yata noticed how hurt Fushimi too, judging how he look pained when seeing Yata's messy face. Yata swallowed all the nervous and decided to tell him. "Because you are my number one partner, there is no way I would want break this."

Fushimi can't say anything, he didn't expect to get answer like that. Both of them staring for while, lost of words to say, they didn't said anything provoke or pleading to go back HOMRA again.

Fushimi decided to dismiss the car that have been waiting him to escort him to Scepter 4, he also send text message to his new boss that he would move to Scepter 4 tomorrow instead.

After Yata feel calm, he wiped his face with his arm to erase the tears and asked him. "How long you have been wanting to move Scepter 4?"

"….. Not for long..." Fushimi seems hesitate to answer, but he spoke to him anyway. "Then.... Does Mikoto-san and Kusanagi-san know this?"

".... Yes, they know,"

"Dammit, I am not the first person to know this, you're so cruel, you know what, you should be honest to me and to yourself," Yata stood up and cleaned his mess. Both of them still mess because the earlier fight.

"…. I don't think you would accept it, Misaki, that's why I keep it secret." He look away from Yata, he didn't know how to act in front of Yata anymore, all his plan messed up. "You're too underestimate me, you know," Yata hit Fushimi shoulder with his bro fist while grinning. Fushimi clicked his tongue and slapped his hand.

"You're too dumb, any normal person would straight call me traitor and leave me alone." Fushimi didn't want see Yata smiled to him, even after what he has done to him.

"Why you want me to hate you so bad? I have been knowing you for long, sure, you make me pissed off every day, but hate is strong word, I don't think I can, you know, mad at you all the time, so won't it much better if you want to parted away in good terms with me."

[It's not like that, if you don't hate me—]

[You won't looking at me anymore]

[All this effort to move out from you become useless]

Again, Fushimi can't find any right words to tell him the truth, he didn't know why he want Yata hate him so much. "Well, let's go home together, for the last time, you haven't packed your items, right? Let me help you," Yata bumped his hand again to his shoulder and walk toward their small apartment.

"Misaki."

"Hmmm?"

"You're not mad?" "Hmmm, I was, but when I'm thinking back again, I think it's also part of my fault for not reaching you or be with you when you need me the most, so, maybe this decision could make us self-intropection, ya know?"

"…. Who are you and what you did to Yata Misaki?"

"Hey! Even I'm dumb, I'm still capable thinking with logic, unlike you"

"So you admit you're dumb."

"Uuuuuuugrh!"

It's been 3 years after Fushimi moving out from their small apartment and they decided to sell it off and Yata rent new apartment with Kamamoto that closer toward HOMRA. 'Good bye our small world' That what Yata thought when he parted with his first apartment with Fushimi, he thought he may can't meet Fushimi often. But he was wrong. He always there, whenever he crashes to Scepter's 4 Patrol, and the funny thing, Fushimi never stop teasing or taunting him whenever he had chance. He used to hate all Scepter's 4 members and the ice queen but ever since Fushimi joined, he was way more annoying, even more than the Scepter's 4 captain, especially when he changed his hair that have similarity with his late father.

"Alone all by yourself, Mi~Sa~Ki~?"

"Shut up, you damn monkey!!!!"

They never stop fighting whenever they meet, start when both of teams awkward to each other until they both get used to their fight and waiting, The Ice Queen or Kusanagi stop the fight.

"He just pissed me off." That's what they answer if they were asked why they keep fighting everytime they met.

But gradually, start on the 2nd year after Fushimi left, whenever Yata was chilling out in the small gang while drinking some soda from vending machine, Fushimi show up and drinking the same thing. They still bickering and mocking each other, but they didn’t engage a battle, they just talking like some normal comrades.

And Fushimi didn't hate it.

"I never thought you like spending time outside, when you live with me, you don't want to come out no matter how I budge you!" Said Yata casually.

"It's because there so many gossipers and useless subordinates that cares stupid things, and Ice Queen so bossy," Explain Fushimi while rubbing his head, he got more less sleep than ever thanks to Captain's orders.

"Sound like a hell job, but you like it at there right?" Fushimi didn’t expect Yata would ask how he feeling, he never asked those questions before, its like he was scared seeing how Fushimi fit in other groups.

"…. The payment it's not bad." He avoided it while took a sip again.

Yata grinned. "I'm glad, then!"

Fushimi clicked his tongue and look away, somehow he felt annoyed if Yata would delighted if Fushimi happy.

"Oh, right timing, here." Misaki pulled out his small gift that full of chocolates, he still giving Fushimi chocolates depise they live in different place, if he couldn't found Fushimi, he usually give it to Scepter's 4 guy that patrolling that day.

"What? You still baking these?" Fushimi didn't reject it and examine the chocolates, it was bit melted because it have been in Yata's pocket too long. "Of course, I have been looking forward to give it you, since I found the secret ingredients, I realize what I have been missing!"

"What?"

"I'm making it while thinking about you, and its turn out more effective!"

It caught him off guard, the bizarre thump sound of his heart make him suddenly nervous. He got annoyed, Fushimi pull Yata by grabbing his jacket, and he saw chances. "Why are you drinking like 5th graders?"

"What are you—AAAAAH! What the hell!? Get off!!!" Yata didn't expect Fushimi would pulled him closer and licked chin, almost got his lips.

"You never stop acting like a child, huh"

"P-p-pervert!"

Fushimi hurriedly ran toward Yata who had been hiding in the back of alley that they usually met on free time.

The situation has been dire. Suoh Mikoto had been sent to Hospital because of Ashinaka's incident, Totsuka hasn't recovered from the shots yet, Kusanagi gone for months and no news from him, and the Gold King has been missing, HOMRA was completely mess.

The only remaining faithful members only Yata, Kamamoto and Anna.

Unfortunately, they had been attacked by someone that may from Green clan and Anna was kidnapped.

The black hair guy who had been helped them can't stop him from kidnapping Anna.

"Misaki!" Fushimi found him laying on the corner while coughing, he was injured badly because trying to save Anna earlier from the Green guy.

"S—Saru!" Yata suddenly stood up while coughing. Luckily Fushimi was in right time to catch him from falling.

"H-Help Anna! He kidnapped her! Somebody must save her!" Yata desperitaly shook off Fushimi's shoulder.

"Calm down, I already asked Awashima to find Anna, but it will took time to prepare the squads,"

"What the hell!? What are you waiting for!? Anna can got killed if you guys didn't do anything!" Yata yelled too loud, which cause him more coughing.

"Snap out it, Misaki, if you want to save her badly, then you must the one who save her, You are HOMRA Vanguard after all." Fushimi was irritated seeing how broken and unstable Yata's state.

Ever since Mikoto has been treated in hospital and hasn't regain consciousness for months, Yata was the one who get most depressed. The pressure and the worry he felt must be heavy enough to corner Yata and made him look like pitiful guy.

"You're right, I shouldn't have look for help, I must the one who help her! Heck, I even ask help to blues! I must be goddamit crazy!" Finally Yata get himself together, he slapped his own face and stood up with his favorite bat.

"Tch, I shouldn't have encouraged you if you going reckless again. Let me ask, do you know where she is?"

"Ah....Nope?"

"You're hopeless, here." Fushimi send some coordinate that consist Anna's location. "You go to here first, I will return to base to get some help, if you're in great danger, I suggest you give signal to me,"

"Thanks, Saru, I know you're the best, I owe you one!!" Yata left while using his skateboard to speed up, Fushimi waved back and he return to base.

He didn't like seeing Yata happy with other than himself, but he hate it more if Yata was depressed.

'At least this what I can do.'

Yata never been feel more grateful when Fushimi helped him last time, not only he could save Anna, he got himself a new King, or Queen exactly, safe and sound.

He owes a life debt to Fushimi, because for him, HOMRA always his second home. Fushimi didn't want to admit he just helped him and he act more annoying than ever, especially after Scepter's 4 and HOMRA team up to defeat the Green clans.

But when he found out what Munakata assign Fushimi a suicide mission, Yata never felt so hopeless, not only he regrets doubting Fushimi's loyalty, he felt scared, the same horror sensation like when he almost watching Fushimi died in front of him. This time Mikoto didn't help them.

Yata decided he will save Fushimi, even if it cost his life.

He came in the right time, when Anna allowed him to help Fushimi first before the main mission, he use all his strength to catch up Fushimi and it turn out he almost get killed by Sukuna.

He feel so relieved after he succeed saved him.

Fushimi protested to him why he would save him, and Yata yelled him back because he knew Fushimi's loyalty always in Scepter's 4 side, he knew Fushimi acknowledge Munakata as his king, just like he acknowledge Mikoto as his king.

Fushimi won't admit how he feel happy when Yata always believe in him, but Yata knew anyway, because there is no way Fushimi would have fought back Sukuna together with Yata if he wasn't in good mood.

When Fushimi asked who the most important in his life, Yata would have answer it was Fushimi all the time, ever since he met him. But remembering how improtant his main mission, he answered Anna.

Fushimi didn't feel irritated for the answer, he wouldn't need a word from Yata for recognition of their feeling, he knew Yata always coming right to him, just like when he did to him.

This time, Fushimi saved by Yata's words, he can learn he was allowed to feel grateful toward his teammates and Captains, because his loyalty also stay on Scepter's 4.

But he still uncomfortable got welcome hug from his teammates, especially from the Captain.

"I can't believe The Slate have been over, I'm gonna miss my days when I could use my powers!" Yelled Yata in the middle of the night after he and Fushimi visited Yata's family.

When they welcome him like in old days, Fushimi admit he missed them for years after leaving the hometown.

"If you're going use Slate Power until you grown old, I bet you die quickly." Said Fushimi in monotone.

"Don't say die in that tone! It's like you didn't mind I would die in any moment!"

"I'm just joking, idiot," Fushimi messed Yata's hair while Yata mumbled, usually he owuld slapped back, but it seems he got used to it. As long Fushimi didn't mention about their difference height.

"Hey, even thought we didn't have power anymore, I'm still thinking Anna and Mikoto-san are my King and Queen! How about you, Saru? Munakata always be your king, right?"

Fushimi stared Yata little, usually Yata always be in bad mood whenever he mentioned Munakata or Captain in front of him, its like he was jealous, but now he just giving normal response.

'It's not fair.' He nodded slowly. Yata stretching his hand out to the air while yawned.

"Misaki, there something I want to tell you..." Fushimi stopped his track while looking seriously to Yata.

"Hmm, what is it?"

"I think we should stop the exchange chocolate tradition." Both of them were silent.

Yata was dumbfounded by Fushimi's random request. Sure he knew Fushimi was uncomfortable with it, but it was unexpected.

"And I think I don't want hang out with you for while."

"W-What!? Why!?? We had just reconciled last month! And there so much things I want to do with you!"

Fushimi averted his eyes, Yata's reaction was always exceed his expectation and he wanted to tease him so bad, but this wasn't the right time.

"Ugh, if I did something offensive again, I would apologize for that, but cutting off communication like that—"

"I never said I was cutting off communication." Fushimi still keep his cool posture.

"W-What? but you said you don't want to meet me—"

"We could still keep in touch by message, but we won't meet for while."

"Why!? Don't decided things like that! I-I don't want to stop seeing you..."

"Why, then? Give me reason why I should,"

"D-Don't you get it.... Argh!" Suddenly Yata pushed Fushimi over the neighbor walls and keep his both arms beside Fushimi, ilike he was trying to kabedon Fushimi.

"I-I just figure out after uh—You know, the slate incident, I want to be with you, not because about HOMRA, mission, partner, stuff like that. It's because... Just you, the monkey that I care about,"

"Cute." "W-What did you just call me—Hmph!" Fushimi pushed his lips toward Yata's lips. Their lips crashed, it was dry and bitter, but Fushimi took his whole lips and suck the Yata's bottom lips.

Yata still frozen up until Fushimi pulled out from their kiss. "T-That was my irst kiss!! You Asshole!!" Yata walk backwards and giving Fushimi space.

"Sorry, I was just teasing you." Fushimi pulled off his trademark smirk. "All of them was lies!!? Including the chocolates!?" They were lucky the neighborhood didn’t suddenly went out and scold them how loud Yata was.

"Yes." Fushimi didn't regret single thing about what he have done.

"Y-You fucking sadist! I hate you—" Yata was about to punch Fushimi again, but he stopped him and pulled him into hug instead.

"Misaki, go out with me." This time Fushimi asked him, with serious tone, even their eyes didn't meet, Yata notice how red Fushimi's cheek.

"Y-Y-You could ask me without teasing!" Yata feel so dumb for believing every words that come out from Fushimi's mouth.

"I need to make sure you feel the same way," Fushimi chuckled while nuzzling his head into Yata's neck, he felt Yata so small in his embrace, he still would told his feelings even if Yata didn't feel the same way.

"Dumbass, you won't get chocolate this year!"

[FIN]

#sarumi fest 2017 #sarumi fest #fanfic #sarumi

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bisoroblog · 6 years ago

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Can Inuit Moms Help Me Tame My 3-Year-Old’s Anger?

Six months ago, I found myself preparing for battle.

I was lying in bed at 5:30 a.m., going over in my head how to handle the next encounter with my 3-year-old daughter, Rosy.

Goodness knows, I love her so much. But there’s a fire in that little belly. And to be honest, I have no idea how to handle all the anger — the tantrums, the screaming and, most of all, the hitting.

When she’s angry and I pick her up, she has a habit of slapping me across the face. Sometimes it really hurts. I’ve even started ducking like a boxer when I lift her up.

At first, I reacted as my parents did, with bluster and sternness. That only backfired. All she did was arch her back and fall on the ground.

Then I consulted Dr. Google and decided calm and firm was the “correct way.” But Rosy could tell I was still upset and trying to control her.

Slowly, a wall was rising up between Rosy and me. And I began dreading our time together. Ugh.

Then back in early December, I had an opportunity of a lifetime. I traveled to the Canadian Arctic to report on a story about the Inuit and their remarkable ability to regulate anger. During the trip, I got the chance to hear advice from arguably the calmest, coolest moms in the world: Inuit moms.

It was like these moms had handed me the manual on how to communicate with small children. And their advice completely shifted how I discipline.

She’s not ‘pushing your buttons’

For thousands of years, the Inuit have raised children in one of the harshest places on Earth. During that time, they’ve developed a suite of powerful parenting tools to teach children emotional intelligence, especially when it comes to anger.

At the center of these tools is a major tenet: Never shout at small children.

“Yelling? There was no yelling at kids [in traditional Inuit culture],” says Martha Tikivik, 83, who was born in an igloo and has six children.

In fact, there’s no reason for a parent to get angry at a small child, Tikivik says: “Anger has no purpose. It’s not going to solve your problem. It only stops communication between the child and the mom.”

When a child is misbehaving or having a tantrum, the child is too upset to learn, says 89-year-old Eenoapik Sageatook, whose family was forced to settle in a town when she was a little girl. So there’s no reason to scold or shout during these moments.

“You have to remain calm and wait for the child to calm down,” she says. “Then you can teach the child.”

In other words, cool your jets, Mama Doucleff. Stop blowing your fuse. Stop taking the toddler’s behavior personally. And stop thinking that Rosy is “pushing your buttons,” says Inuit mom and radio producer Lisa Ipeelie.

“You think little kids are mad at you,” she says. “That’s not what’s going on. They’re upset about something, and you have to figure out what it is.”

OK. I admit that following this advice was really hard. I mean really, really hard. It took weeks of practice (and another trick I learned about anger). At first, I just stopped saying anything to Rosy when she had a tantrum or hit me. I knew that if I opened my mouth, the words would be tinged in anger. So I would just close my eyes to calm myself down and then wait for Rosy to calm down herself.

Once I learned not to be angry with Rosy, I began trying to help her with her own anger by loving her. I’d ask if she needed a hug, or I’d hold her really tightly.

Then after she calmed down, I took inspiration from the Inuit moms and turned discipline into fantasy and theater.

Tell a story

Instead of yelling or telling kids what to do, Inuit parents traditionally discipline through storytelling, says Goota Jaw, who teaches an Inuit parenting class at Nunavut Arctic College in Iqaluit, Canada.

For example, she says, to get kids to stay away from the dangerous ocean, parents tell them about a sea monster that lives in the water. If you go too close to the water, the parents say, the monster will put you in his pouch, drag you down to the ocean and adopt you out to another family.

There are stories to get kids to listen to adults, wear hats in the winter, not take food without asking and go to bed on time.

At first, these types of stories sounded too scary for a 3-year-old. Then a few weeks after returning from the Arctic, I flipped my opinion 180 degrees.

One afternoon, Rosy and I were in the kitchen, preparing dinner. I was trying to get her to close the refrigerator door. I deployed my typical strategy: adult logic followed by nagging. I explained several times how she is wasting energy.

It was like I was talking to a wall.

After a few minutes, I found myself in the all-too common predicament of arguing with a proto-human. I was ready to blow a fuse when my thoughts turned to Goota Jaw and the sea monster. So I said, with a half-serious, half-playful tone, “You know? There’s a monster inside the refrigerator, and if he warms up, he’s going to get bigger and bigger and come get you.”

Then I pointed into the refrigerator and exclaimed, “Oh my goodness. There he is!”

Holy moly! You should have seen the look on Rosy’s face. She closed the door lightning fast, turned around and said, “Mama, tell me more about the monster in there.”

Since that moment, storytelling has become a go-to parenting tool in our home. Rosy can’t get enough of these stories and even asks me to make them scarier.

Here are a few popular ones right now:

1. Sharing Monster: Living up in a tree outside the kitchen window, the sharing monster grows bigger and bigger when little kids aren’t sharing. At some point, he could come up, snatch you and take you up in the tree.

2. Yelling Monster: He lives in the ceiling and comes down to snatch little kids who yell and are demanding.

3. Shoe Monster: She makes sure kids get their shoes on in the morning — quickly — or else she’ll take you down into the heating vent.

4. Dress Spiders: Back in January, Rosy wore the same pink dress day and night for about five days. I couldn’t get her to take it off. I tried talking logically: “Rosy, if we wash it tonight, it won’t have stains on it for school tomorrow.” She looked at me as if I were speaking French.

Finally, I got close to her and whispered, “If the dress gets too dirty, spiders will start to grow in it.”

Rosy didn’t say a word and slowly slipped the dress off. When I pulled the dress out of the dryer, I held it up and exclaimed, “See? So nice and clean!”

Rosy didn’t miss a beat. “And no spiders,” she emphasized.

Overall, storytelling has opened up a huge communication channel between Rosy and me. I feel like I’m finally speaking her language. She couldn’t care less about kilowatts of power or stains on the dress. But a monster that grows and spiders that crawl — those ideas she can wrap her head around.

Put on a play

Storytelling has definitely decreased the yelling, nagging and blown fuses in our home. But the stories didn’t stop the hitting. For that, I needed inspiration from another Inuit strategy, which anthropologist Jean Briggs studied for more than 30 years ago.

In a nutshell, here’s how the approach works:

When a child misbehaves — hits someone or has a tantrum — there’s no punishment. Instead, the parent waits for a calm moment and then acts out what happened during the misbehavior.

Typically the performance starts with the parent tempting the child to misbehave. For example, “Why don’t you hit me?”

Then the child has to think: “What should I do?” If the child takes the bait and hits, the parent doesn’t scold or yell but instead acts out the consequences. “Ow, that hurts!” Mom or Dad might exclaim, to show that hitting hurts.

Briggs documented that the parent continues to emphasize the consequences by asking follow-up questions such as “Don’t you like me?” or “Are you a baby?”

The goal is to give the child a chance to practice the proper behavior at a time when the child is open to learning and not emotionally charged. Throughout the drama, the parent keeps a playful tone and a wink in the eye.

With Rosy and her hitting, I definitely had not been reacting in a playful way. Just the opposite: I was stern and serious. So with a hefty dose of skepticism, I abandoned that strategy and gave this playful approach a try.

Each time Rosy hit me, no matter how hard she slapped and how infuriated I was, I didn’t get angry. Instead, I said in a dramatic way, “Ooo, that hurts! Goodness that hurts!” to show that hitting hurt me physically and emotionally.

Then I asked her this one question, with an exaggerated sense of pain and suffering: “Don’t you like me?” (To hear what I sound like, take a listen to the radio story).

Immediately, this fun tone changed Rosy’s behavior. The tension between us melted away, and the hitting decreased. I could see the little gears in her brain churning. “Wait! Am I hurting Mom’s feelings?” she seemed to be thinking. (And I could see that Ipeelie was right. Rosy wasn’t pushing my buttons. She cared about my feelings.)

So I thought I’d try putting on a little drama by asking her, “Why don’t you hit me?” The first few tries were rough. She would wallop me. But I stuck to the script, and slowly I could see her thinking before she struck. She started to play-hit me or stopped mid-swing. After about a month, a tiny miracle occurred.

We were in the kitchen, having a snack, and I said, “Rosy, why don’t you hit me?”

“No,” Rosy responded.

“No? Why not?” I asked.

“Because I love you,” she whispered.

“Because you love me?” I said, in complete shock. “That’s very nice.”

Nice — and a testimony to teaching kids through stories, play and practice.

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perfectzablog · 6 years ago

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Can Inuit Moms Help Me Tame My 3-Year-Old’s Anger?

Six months ago, I found myself preparing for battle.

I was lying in bed at 5:30 a.m., going over in my head how to handle the next encounter with my 3-year-old daughter, Rosy.

When she’s angry and I pick her up, she has a habit of slapping me across the face. Sometimes it really hurts. I’ve even started ducking like a boxer when I lift her up.

At first, I reacted as my parents did, with bluster and sternness. That only backfired. All she did was arch her back and fall on the ground.

Then I consulted Dr. Google and decided calm and firm was the “correct way.” But Rosy could tell I was still upset and trying to control her.

Slowly, a wall was rising up between Rosy and me. And I began dreading our time together. Ugh.

It was like these moms had handed me the manual on how to communicate with small children. And their advice completely shifted how I discipline.

She’s not ‘pushing your buttons’

At the center of these tools is a major tenet: Never shout at small children.

“Yelling? There was no yelling at kids [in traditional Inuit culture],” says Martha Tikivik, 83, who was born in an igloo and has six children.

“You have to remain calm and wait for the child to calm down,” she says. “Then you can teach the child.”

“You think little kids are mad at you,” she says. “That’s not what’s going on. They’re upset about something, and you have to figure out what it is.”

Once I learned not to be angry with Rosy, I began trying to help her with her own anger by loving her. I’d ask if she needed a hug, or I’d hold her really tightly.

Then after she calmed down, I took inspiration from the Inuit moms and turned discipline into fantasy and theater.

Tell a story

There are stories to get kids to listen to adults, wear hats in the winter, not take food without asking and go to bed on time.

At first, these types of stories sounded too scary for a 3-year-old. Then a few weeks after returning from the Arctic, I flipped my opinion 180 degrees.

It was like I was talking to a wall.

Then I pointed into the refrigerator and exclaimed, “Oh my goodness. There he is!”

Holy moly! You should have seen the look on Rosy’s face. She closed the door lightning fast, turned around and said, “Mama, tell me more about the monster in there.”

Since that moment, storytelling has become a go-to parenting tool in our home. Rosy can’t get enough of these stories and even asks me to make them scarier.

Here are a few popular ones right now:

2. Yelling Monster: He lives in the ceiling and comes down to snatch little kids who yell and are demanding.

3. Shoe Monster: She makes sure kids get their shoes on in the morning — quickly — or else she’ll take you down into the heating vent.

Finally, I got close to her and whispered, “If the dress gets too dirty, spiders will start to grow in it.”

Rosy didn’t say a word and slowly slipped the dress off. When I pulled the dress out of the dryer, I held it up and exclaimed, “See? So nice and clean!”

Rosy didn’t miss a beat. “And no spiders,” she emphasized.

Put on a play

In a nutshell, here’s how the approach works:

When a child misbehaves — hits someone or has a tantrum — there’s no punishment. Instead, the parent waits for a calm moment and then acts out what happened during the misbehavior.

Typically the performance starts with the parent tempting the child to misbehave. For example, “Why don’t you hit me?”

Briggs documented that the parent continues to emphasize the consequences by asking follow-up questions such as “Don’t you like me?” or “Are you a baby?”

Then I asked her this one question, with an exaggerated sense of pain and suffering: “Don’t you like me?” (To hear what I sound like, take a listen to the radio story).

We were in the kitchen, having a snack, and I said, “Rosy, why don’t you hit me?”

“No,” Rosy responded.

“No? Why not?” I asked.

“Because I love you,” she whispered.

“Because you love me?” I said, in complete shock. “That’s very nice.”

Nice — and a testimony to teaching kids through stories, play and practice.

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