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judehayward · 4 years

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lady gaga voice slowly fadin in: ju-Das juda-ah-ah… this depressed goblin bastard is honestly my fav male muse like i dnt typically stick w male muses tht long i struggle bt................. i’ve played him the longest of them all n always seem to return to him. jst cnt stay away. way 2 attached to this absurd little man. it’s nai btw!!!! (josefine on the main). launches right in to jude’s intro without further adieu..... (u can also find his playlist here) 🧙‍🎨

「douglas booth & cis-male」⇾ hayward , jude, the senior radcliffe student’s records show that he is a pisces and 23 years old. he is studying ART, living in moris and can be protective, laidback, nonsensical & apathetic. when i see him i am reminded of wearing a faded smiley face sticker on your forehead while receiving a serious lecture, saying “fuck off” to inanimate objects, lead marbles instead of eyes. ⇽「nai & 23 & gmt & she/her.」

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ta-da it’s aesthetics:

lead marbles instead of eyes, a stolen hearse careening down the wrong lane, wearing a faded smiley face sticker on your forehead while receiving a serious lecture, bags under the eyes that are so big they could pack enough clothes for a three week vacation, a cigarette wobbling from your bottom lip as you squint against the sunlight, passing out on a stranger’s rooftop, placing sunglasses over the eyes of a biology lab skeleton, gangling around the place like shaggy minus his scooby snacks, saying “fuck off” to inanimate objects

about tha Bitch:

born in sheffield in england, bt they went back and forth between there n san fran a lot

jude was an unhappy accident. his parents never rly used protection bc they were super Liberal n Au Naturel n believed in the pull out method bc… they were maniacs. bt then the ONE time they used a condom in an effort to b safety conscious it broke n hence…. jude was born

they just kind of ran w it bc they had such a passionate relationship tht they were like What The Hell…. may as well! itll be fine we’ll learn to be good parents n love him like normal ppl do

spoiler alert: tht didn’t work out

they were ok to him like they weren’t fully Bad bt they just found him to be a massive burden n hindrance to their plans. pretty absent n irresponsible. they literally….. had sex all day every day n acted like a pair of teenagers. it ws a super weird environment for a kid to grow up in bc he literally had no role models or… guidance or…. anything rly. occasionally they’d joke around w him or pretend they properly knew what grade he was going into but for the most part they just Didn’t Care the way parents shd. they lost his birth certificate n dnt remember what they put as his middle name so he’s jst kind of like hmmmm............. n gives himself a diff one every time ppl ask. past variations hv included: jude pauly hayward, jude maureen hayward, jude van winkle hayward. says all of these w a very straight face

despite this he does hv some nice memories w them. usually he definitely sees them fr holidays. frm being rly young their christmas tradition hs been to get a bunch of chinese food like a Banquet Feast n spend all day smoking n drinking into the early hours. perhaps not the healthiest or most responsible bt 😔 jude rly likes it it’s kind of the one time of yr he feels he has a proper family

they r both suuuuper into the arts. rly good sculptors bt they paint too n they actually own a successful gallery in sheffield n san fran

(trauma tw) as a result he grew up around a lot of creative n sometimes pretentious ppl. the friends of his parents were more present in his life than his ACTUAL parents bc they were always jetting off to diff countries to scout out new pieces fr their galleries n just have a gd time in beautiful places without…. the annoyance tht ws being responsible n looking after someone. tbh some of his parents friends were rly damaging too bt….i won’t go into that just yet. it doesn’t rly…need properly explaining bc jude never talks abt it anyway n it….is rather triggering so i’ll jst….leav it for now tbh. basically they just were Not Nice n jude had a lot of bad memories he keeps repressed bt he also??? has some gd ones..... it was a strange environment bt he’s a survivor

(death n grief tw) he hd to do community service bc he kind of… hd a bit of a breakdown before the funeral of his elderly neighbour who bsically raised him bc her kids rly didnt care abt her they jst wanted her inheritance?? so he… stole the hearse w her casket still in it n ws jst like… drivin around the place sort of… tryin nt to cry…..KJJFHSFKJGHKFG i mean. it isnt funny its actually sad bt :/ in a very bizarre n jude way. he gt caught n taken in fr questioning bt her son kind of realised hw… broken up abt her death jude ws n had a heart n didnt press charges. regardless he stil hd to do community service bc it ws like taken seriously even tho it ws his first proper offence. doin it rly exhausted n depressed him so when he wsnt doin tht he ws just hibernatin in his room……. this ws like 4 months ago nw............ just some fun lore fr u all

bc of how he ws raised he has a p cultured taste. he luvs classic lit n p much anything artsy. he can play piano 2 n sometimes gets rly high n thinks he’s mozart level gd at composing he’s jst going fking wild on the keys in a trance...... i mean he’s gd bt… chill

he’s rly sarcastic n so deadpan like he’ll say smthn completely ridiculous bt he’ll say it w his whole chest so sincere.... it’s rly hard to tell when he’s joking or serious honestly. has an overflowing secret sketchbook n if he cares abt someone he’ll probably secretly draw them. does NOT share these drawings w the person he hates being openly sentimental. at heart he is jst a very Sad Boy w lots of repressed issues like depression genuinely just does NAT giv him a single break bt he plasters over this w wise cracks n never discusses his emotions ever. he’s actually p decent or at least tries to b. he’s kind of like tht bit in superbad where michael cera gets rly drunk n makes a toast to women like tht energy...........

he has rly bad insomnia so he like never sleeps idk how he’s Alive straight up. please go to bed sir............. he always has rly sleepy eyes n rubs them tiredly mid conversation. he smokes a lot of weed to try n compensate fr this n make him tired bt he still struggles a lot

ANYWAY that aside he’s at radcliffe doing art, focusing on fine art like painting is............... the thing he luvs most...... his style is kind of.......... taking normal things n painting w surreal colours.... he likes A LOT of colour in his paintings which is kind of a stark contrast to his personality bc his world’s so.... washed out n grey............ lovs art n philosophy n literature n photography n music....

ummMMMMmm honestly idk i’m blankin on what else to say. ull find him smoking weed reading an american classic or gnawing at his thumbnail n getting charcoal smudges on all his clothes. wandering the streets in plaid pj bottoms n dr martens eating frm a cereal box without care in the world. he’s p broody n scruffy n he’s mostly here fr a laidback time....... doesn’t rly like when ppl take themselves too seriously........ likes strange ppl thinks the world is mde richer by them n likes when ppl can jst bounce back jokes at him without being like erm. u dont make sense mate. bc frankly he can come up w some strange stuff sometimes.............. talking to him cn b like navigating a dark n bendy road without a flashlight.......

(drugs tw) once did shrooms n woke up naked in the woods curled up in a pile of leaves. to this day he recounts this as his werewolf transformation. hs no idea hw he ended up there n when ppl r like are u not. concerned jude. tht is so strange? he jst shrugs like.............. dunno....................... suppose i’m jst a werewolf upon occasion. so casual abt it. jst truly does Not care abt most things at all..... almost to the point tht it’s concerning (sometimes way past the point tht it’s concerning too :/)

this is the desc on an aesthetic i mde of his style once n sums it up well!! ‘additionally: too many pairs of trousers, a hideous amount of white t-shirts all somewhat stained with charcoal, a jumper so thinly knit it almost looks sheer, chipped teale nail varnish, a cream corduroy jacket with a cigarette hole singed onto the cuff, vintage wiry reading glasses he almost never wears, a freshly rolled cigarette behind his ear, a thrifted t-shirt with a warped bart simpson wearing a stethoscope with the caption ‘bard knwos cardiology’ and two crops hacked that way with kitchen scissors that he sometimes wears to paint.‘

EXPERT at rolling spliffs like jst. mkes them so precise n neat....... it’s his super power. his fav thing to smoke frm is banana flavour papers.................... linking 2 this he’s like. bad w emotions bt he does try..... once his friend (maggie) ws sad so he brought her a spliff wrapped in grape flavoured paper bc it’s her fav fruit n jst like. wordlessly gave it to her. it’s the thought tht counts.....

PLOTS!!!!!

plays bass in a band which cld b a fun connection to get together??? i picture the music being like surf rock type like........... mac demarco...... bt he also luvs elliott smith n glass animals n the cure n metronomy n neutral milk hotel n talking heads n radiohead n mazzy star n wolf alice...................... idk jst like.... within tht ballpark i suppose i imagine it being................

mayb ppl he shares classes w?????? i’d like someone tht does a similar course n they hang out tgether when it comes to trips fr the module to museums or exhibits or wtever................ they both stand in front of paintings analysing it rly wrong n saying stuff like hmmmmmmmmm....... i do declare i see a, uh..... large phallus protruding from the centre of this image...... moves something in me.......... n some elderly person looking at it besides them is like Ergh. sickened n disgraced. leaves w a brow severely furrowed

someone he smokes w on the moris rooftop late at night when he cnt sleep??? mayb they’re up n cnt sleep either fr whtever reason n it’s become an unspoken kind of ritual where they always clamber out n find each other there n jst wordlessly keep them company

jude is kind of like. protective almost to a fault sometimes........... mayb some guy he’s punched......................... if they hurt someone he cares abt........... typically it wld hv been a girl he ws kind of like. affected by his first relationship bc she had a bad home situation n ever since jst wnts..... to Protect it’s kind of like an automatic instinct ingrained in him nw 😔 all sounds very noble n well bt sometimes it cn b a bit of an escalation i wnt lie

perhaps a few hook-ups??? jude doesn’t tend to sleep w ppl he rly knows bc he just..... likes it to b an impersonal thing doesn’t like getting attached fr various reasons so mayb they only kno each other via this OR mayb he bent his rules a bit..... cld either work seamlessly or hv added drama if one side hs mre feelings or whtever

currently living in moris w 2 roommates bt i’d love some neighbours perhaps..... mayb someone tht lives directly nxt door to his room n is like ://// bc he plays music loud n weeds always drifting frm his window n mking their room smell if theirs is open too................. or mayb they get on..... mayb there’s a rly mean seagull tht lands on a branch n poos on pedestrians n they both commentate on it frm their windows like david attenborough...... they’re like he’s at it again. they’ve named him n everything

HONESTLY anything if u have an idea hmu i’d love 2 hear it.......... rubs my hands tgether in excitement to plot up a storm w u all

#ruhqintro #depression tw #death tw #grief tw #neglect tw #trauma tw #drugs tw

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amoristt · 7 years

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Not My Boyfriend | Nathan x Reader

disclaimer: i know nathan is not a good person. i am not putting a blanket over his actions in this fic. i, the writer, understand he’s not an innocent character and has made many terrible choices. im just answering people’s requests, please dont put me under the fire for it.

thank you.

Anonymous asked: CAN YOU DO NATHAN X READER (FLUFF 15) PLEASE! ;U; AND MAYBE A FLUFFY KISS TOO!

sure thing! this was a lot of fun to write :3 hope you guys like it! the prompt is, “He’s not my boyfriend!”

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Not My Boyfriend

A bird landing inches away from you was a softly lived moment. Fingers that were previously punching numbers into a calculator froze. You barely moved to look up from your homework, all those menacing papers sprawled haphazardly over the wooden picnic table, as to not scare it. It was small, barely larger than the palm of your hand. It’s eyes were beady and unexpecting, it’s wings tucked safely against its fat little body. It hopped from one spot to another, occasionally leaning forward to tilt it’s little head at your calculous. If not for the lack of color in it’s eyes you’d have thought it was confused by your scribbled text.

“Me too,” You breathed, and just that little sound scared it away. You watched it go all the way until it disappeared behind a hefty building, red with bricks and green with vines creeping up the edges. A disinterested sigh passed your lips, your mind bored and exhausted from grinding it’s gears all day. It was noon and you were halfway done with your work, but there was still a small pile of papers that demanded your attention. Even the sight of them made your headache worsen, the pulsing racing in between your temples.

Spring break had come to a sorrowful end. Goodbye sleeping in, goodbye staying out late, and hello school life once again. The eraser of your pencil tapped against your lips idly, fingers itching to do anything than continue writing. You missed summer vacation so much it felt like it was a dull ache in the pit of your chest.

Surviving winter was hard for a summer lover like you, and you spent most of your christmas and winter breaks holed up in your dorm once you came back from visiting family. You weren’t alone there of course, either with your few select friends or your boyfriend, but you’d rather have died than went outside in the snow and freezing cold.

You smiled at the memory, though. You hated winter but staying inside wasn’t bad. Watching movies wrapped in blankets, the taste of hot cocoa on your tongue, the feeling of an arm slung over your shoulder. Half of the time you were never even focused on the movie playing, too caught up in the lips pressed against your own, the hand tugging through your hair, the taste of him.

Nathan Prescott.

Kissing Nathan outside of a party was like spotting the wildest rose, beautiful but distant. Never outside the walls of your dorm did he trace the shape of your jaw, kiss at your collar bones, or let his palms glide down the valley of your back. With soft background noise and a blanket he let himself feel you wherever he pleased, and you welcomed it. He himself wasn’t too much of a fan of the feeling, sometimes recoiling when you touched at him, but he couldn’t get enough of the feeling of your skin. Even subconsciously his hands would drift as close at they could, briskly grazing you.

Outside, however, was another story. In solitude he was never the iron-clad, hard headed asshole his reputation so easily displayed him out to be. He was sarcastic, sharp, and he was far from sickly sweet, but he wasn’t Arcadia Bays’ infamous Nathan Prescott. He was your Nathan. He was your Nathan that kissed you on your shoulders but also laughed when you fell off the bed. He was your Nathan that took photos of you, made you look like an angel, but he also was your Nathan that would sometimes draw devil horns on them.

In the winter he was your Nathan that snuck into your room and brought you cocoa, and in the summer he would ‘accidentally’ lose the key he stole from you in order to lock you outside for the day.

He had many sides to him, sides that no one would get to know, but he wasn’t evil. Devious, almost annoyingly so at times, but never… Malicious. Of course he could be, and you knew that. He could be the most volatile person to walk the halls of Blackwell should he want to, but when it came to you he would sneak along the hallways, slip into your room quiet as a mouse uninvited just because he ‘felt like it’. Truth be told, he missed you.

In your back pocket your phone vibrated, making you realize you’d drifted deeper into thought than you had intended. Without even looking at the notification you were already smiling- you knew who it was. Sure enough when you retrieved the device his name lit up clear as day, ‘yorkie’. It was a teasing remark you’d called him once while comparing him to dogs, and you settled on yorkie because they’re small but act like demons. He wasn’t too thrilled over the choice but you thought it was funniest shit, so you ran with it.

When you learned your relationship with Nathan would have to be hidden from the school, you chose the first nickname that came into your head for his contact.

‘where r u?’

Before typing out your reply you gave a quick look-see around, making sure it was just you at the lonesome, miniature park. When it was first built it was overflowing with kids, but soon parents learned that 2 swings, a merry go round, and a few picnic tables wouldn’t suffice for entertainment. Without the shrill cries of toddlers and kids, you’d found it made an excellent study spot.

‘park. catching up on some hw rn.’ You leaned forward, elbows resting on the scratchy wooden surface. ‘why :0? anything up?

He replied almost instantly, a simple ‘nah. dont go anywhere, im gunna b there soon.’

‘wouldnt dream of it. see u soon’

You set the phone to the side and sighed, looking down at both your finished and unfinished work. It taunted you, and you swore it sounded like they were laughing when a warm breeze sent a few pieces fluttering. Drained, you started to gather all of the worksheets up, stacking them atop each other and then scooting them down the table. It almost physically hurt when you grabbed an unfinished sheet, the words ‘chemistry’ causing you to inwardly groan in defeat. With all this work you cursed your past self for not doing it bit by bit over break in order to avoid a situation like this.

By the time Nathan arrived, hands shoved in his pockets and his head ducked down like a stalking cat, you had gone through 2 more sheets and your headache had doubled. You waved a worn-out hello when he came into your view, and he took a look at your current state of being and shook his head.

“Seriously?” He scoffed, hopping onto the seat beside you. “You’re actually doing this all?”

“Course I am,” You added one more sheet to the finished pile. “I do want to get good grades, you know.”

Nathan leaned on one arm, his angular chin propped by an even more angular hand. “Just cheat like everyone else.”

“The last time you suggest that I failed entirely.” Although you tried to sound scolding, all that came out was an airy chuckle. He rolled his eyes and his hand fell, his other coming up to join beside it. You grinned at him. “Is this too boring for you or something?”

“Actually?” he jumped up and sat on top of the picnic table rather than on the seat. With a look of almost disgust he read over the last sheet you’d finished. “Yeah, this is boring as fuck. What’s with the stack?”

A moan of anguish found it’s way out. “I was stupid and decided to procrastinate until last minute.”

“Why ever would you do that?” Nathan hummed, not looking up from your worksheet even when a knowing, sly grin took over his lips. You fought the urge to smack his knee.

“Not funny,” your pencil drew light circles at the corner of your paper. “This is seriously stressing me out.”

“So take a break then,” Nathan hopped down beside you again, his nimble fingers snatching the pencil right from your fingers. You wanted to argue, reach out and grab it, but you lacked the energy and motivation. Bad move, you learned, because the minute he stole your pencil he started writing crude phrases on the wood.

As he wrote you laughed, clicking your tongue and shaking your head. “You know kids see this shit, right?”

“Yeah, so?” He draw two circles beside each other and you rolled your eyes before he finished the piece. “Not like they know what it means anyways.”

“Yes but the parents do.”

“Oh no,” He leaned back again to admire his ugly work. “I’m so scared of little Tommy and his deadbeat, soccer mom.”

“Give me that back.” You swiped your pencil back now that he was finished, but the thought of returning to your work was a heavy one. Once again you cursed at your past self for thinking this would somehow all work out in the end. In the corner of your eyes you saw Nathan start to fidget with something he pulled from his pocket, and at that point you were desperate for something to gain your attention. “What’s that?”

He looked up at you briefly before turning back down to his item, then he set it out in front of him. It was a small camera it seemed, and cheaper than the rest of his devices, and it looked to be an instant camera along with that.

“I thought you were more into computer developed shots?”

Nathan used his sleeve to wipe at the camera's lens, then he shrugged. “I am, and believe me I wouldn’t be using his hipster piece of shit if I didn’t have to.”

Leaning forward you watched him toy around with the buttons. “So what’s it for then?”

“Photos, duh.” You shoved playfully at his shoulder and he smirked teasingly. “It’s something about the lighting I guess. Got a tip from a friend that instant cameras take the best candid shots.”

“Better candids, huh?” Slowly you reached out and grabbed at the camera, and Nathan surprisingly let you. Probably because he had little regard for the items’ safety- he could just get a new one. “I think I’ll be the judge of that.” In an instant you’d reached the camera out, facing it towards you and Nathan, and he rolled his eyes but slung his arm around you none the less. However, unfortunately, he put up his middle finger as well.

Still, you took the shot, and for a moment a light blinded you. Then the picture developed and slid out from the bottom, your fingers reaching out to snatch the pic and then shake it quickly. It was warm like freshly printed paper, and if not for the fact that Nathan’s middle finger was up it would have been a pretty light hearted and sweet image, something you’d hang up in your room.

“Don’t show that to anyone,” Nathan said, and it was disheartening to know why. He tried to sound teasing, the words playing a jesting ‘i look bad there’, but it was deeper.

Your relationship was a secret to the outside community, a spectacle only you and him could observe. Sometimes it was okay, as it made you feel special. Only you knew the things you and him did behind closed doors, only you knew the feeling of the pads of his fingers trailing over your goosebump riddled skin. Only you knew the softness of his lips, the sharp angles of his jaw, and how dewy-eyed he got when you woke up beside each other. Other times a shallow and cold feeling tugged at your chest. Albeit never questioning why he chose to keep everyone in the dark, you knew he had his reasons and you weren’t going to pressure him on them. But… You still wondered. A million ideas would race through your head at night. Why, why why. However your qualms were quick to be distinguished when he’d show up at your dorm and find his way under your blankets, his body lean but radiating like a furnace.

The picture was still warm against your fingertips, and you smiled down at it. “Why not?” You playfully whined, both seriously and teasingly. “You look so cute here.”

Nathan rolled his eyes and tried to grab at the picture but you were too quick, leaning away from him and taking the photo of out his reach. He tried again, this time leaning over you in the process, but you got up and rose your eyebrows.

“Don’t make me chase you,” He narrowed his eyes, but they were anything but angry. He was enjoying himself. “We both know how that always ends up.” Waving the photo tauntingly in the air, he started to get up from his seat. The moment his feet touched ground you jumped, running left then right while knowing he was hot on your trail.

It was always so jarring how much faster he was than you. In seconds he was grasping at your shoulders, fingers catching the fabric, and you were turned to face him. Thanks to your speed you almost fell backwards but you caught his shoulders, managing to regain your footing. He was grabbing at the image and you kept it held close, a laugh rising at the feeling of his fingers poking at your skin. His footing faltered and you took it as a moment to make your gleeful escape, but he caught your wrist and stopped you from going too far. Although fast, he lacked endurance, and he was out of breath as he wrapped his arms around your waist to stop you from going anywhere. You swatted at his chest and squirmed, but found yourself trapped.

“Photo, now.” He demanded with a grin in knowing he had you caught.

You opened your mouth to tell him never, but another voice halted you.

“What’s all this?”

In that moment both yours and Nathan’s blood ran cold. He was so quick to let you go, the force making you stumble before you stilled and stared at the two figures approaching with wide, fearful eyes. Nathan seemed more irritated than afraid like you, and his hands balled into fists. God damn it, his eyes said, and you felt your stomach drop at the thought of him being upset over the fact that he’d been caught messing around with you.

Two teens, Blackwell students by the looks of their jackets, were close now. Your stomach churned when you recognized the speakers short brown hair, his red jacket that mimicked Nathan’s. Logan Robertson. Beside him you recognized Zachary, a slightly nicer but still equally malicious football player.

You and Nathan traded looks in knowing full well where this was going.

“You and ___?” Logan started in a taunting tone. “Never thought you for the type to go for the underdogs.”

Zachary leaned his head back to laugh before he spoke up too. “Gotta say it’s smart, Nate. The nobodies are so easy to pick up.”

The words hurt but you didn’t dare argue back. Your relationship was a secret, and it would be the end of the world if those two morons found out about it. With sand in your throat you swallowed down your pride, remembering the fact that yours and Nathan’s relationship was at stakes. He meant too much for you to lose just because two dickheads wanted to cause drama.

“That’s not-- We aren’t-” You stumbled over your words as you frantically tried to find out a way to explain what they had seen. Carefully you hid the photo behind your back. “We were just-”

Logan snickered. “We were- We were just- we- we- we- Spit it out, sister!”

“Studying!” Your tongue felt heavy. Nathan rose a brow and you squeezed your eyes shut at the vague and thin lie.

Zachary crossed his arms, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes. “Bullshit. We all know Nathan Prescott doesn’t study.”

“Yes the fuck I do!” He chided, seeming personally offended by the jocks statement. “I study all the damn time, which is what you two lemmings should be doing too.”

“Since when do you care about class? You hardly even bother to show up half the time.” Logan said, and you swallowed thickly at the scene starting to play out in front of you. Logan’s eyes found you and he scoffed. “Don’t tell me ___’s the type of person to force her boyfriend into being good.”

Heat rose to your cheeks. They knew. They knew, they knew, they knew, and yours and Nathan’s relationship was as good as over. Your chest felt like it was concaving and you acted out as quickly as your racing brain could allow you too.

“He’s not my boyfriend!” You blurted. It was loud and forced, but it left all three of them stunned for a moment.

Among of all them, Nathan seemed the most taken aback.

You didn’t stay long enough for them to poke more at your words, pivoting off your heel and barreling straight for your papers. From the wind a few had blown from your pile and you carelessly grabbed at them, shoving and crumpling them into your bag. Nathan was saying something from where he stood but you weren't listening, already slinging your bag over your shoulder and taking your leave.

Suddenly the photo you still held in your hand felt like it weighed a ton.

It was a few hours until you managed the courage to text him again.

Though now riddled with a bad memory you were right back at the park, this time without the anchor of your school bag or the headache from equations. No, all you had with you was your phone, your wallet, and that damn photo. You’d forgotten that on the way home you shoved it into your pocket and upon returning to the park to relax, it crossed your mind again. Although planning to spend some time alone, the sight of you and him happy together made you do something you’d been thinking about for months.

Step one of your emotionally drenched plan was to invite him to the park, and it was an invite he took without argument. Something felt off in his text, it felt… careful, like he knew exactly what was coming. A storm brewed in your gut.

The wait for him to show up was a relentless one, and the whole time you considered the idea of backing out, but it seemed fate would have it otherwise because when you picked your phone up to text him ‘nevermind’ you saw the photo again. It sat on your lap like a brand, and you set your phone back down beside you and groaned. This could be the end or a very fruitful beginning.

Step two was put into motion when he arrived, spotting you on the merry go round where he took a seat beside you. He was smooth in his motions, much more thoughtful than he was earlier. The way he glanced side to side before approaching you did not go unnoticed.

With the hours that passed the sun fell, and now that it was early in the evening everything was saturated in a brilliant gold thanks to the setting sun. If not for the ton of bricks that rolled around in your stomach you would have appreciated the scenery a bit more, but the nausea welling in your throat couldn’t be overridden by pretty clouds or the golden hour.

“What’s up?” He asked, breaking the silence you formed unawarely. He was anxious with his words, like he was expecting some life changing news on your behalf.

You shrugged casually despite the raging fire in your head. The last thing you wanted to do was rile him up. “I just,” The sand formed in your throat again and you almost gagged on it. “Wanted to talk about something.”

“Earlier?”

Lips pressed into a tight line, you nodded glumly. He made a noise of distress and leaned back, his gaze unset and unfocused.

“Look, they’re assholes, but I don’t think they’re gonna go telling everyone shit about me and you.”

“That’s not it,” You shook your head and pressed your hand against your throbbing temple. “The thing is, I don’t care if people know.”

“You seem pretty fucked up about it, though.”

“That’s because I know you wanted to keep it some big secret.”

Nathan took note of your words, eyeing you with knit brows. “I don’t want us to be some ‘big secret’, that’s just kind of how it has to go.”

“Why?” Your hands fell against your lap and you frowned up at him, but he wasn’t looking. “Why do we have to keep everything to ourselves?”

“Why does it matter so much?” He finally looked down at you, his expression tight, his jaw leveled. “What we’re doing is working out just fucking fine, isn’t it?”

You sighed. “Yeah, yeah it’s working.”

“Then what's the big issue?”

“It just-” you ran a hand through your hair roughly, trying to find the right words. “I don’t see why we can’t tell anyone! I mean yeah it’s fine, we’re working, but just- tell me why it’s so important that no one knows.”

“Because you'd fucking hate it if everyone knew!” His voice held so many emotions, but the two most prominent was the obvious anger and the less obvious worry. “Believe me, ___ if people found out you were involved with me you’d run for the fucking hills.”

You blinked at him, lips parted. “Why would I leave you?”

“Are you serious?” He looked down at his lap. “God, you’d get attacked. Maybe not physically but fuck, you’d get ripped into. Do you want to end up like me?”

Your gaze lowered to your legs, the photograph on your lap. “You seem to handle it just fine.”

“If you call drinking and starting fights ‘just fine’ then hell yeah I’m doing great.” He picked at his pants absently. “Never better.”

“Nathan,” You looked up at him. “I don’t care what people say about me. The years almost over, highschool drama is highschool drama. It doesn’t matter in the real world.”

Nathan groaned, rubbing his cheeks with his hands in stress. “It goes way further than that.”

“So what then?” That heat rose to your cheeks but it wasn’t accompanied by the fluttering of your heart. No, it was anger, a sinking and hot stone that ground against your bones. “We just date in the shadows where everythings nice and fucking cozy?”

“What’s wrong with that!”

“Everything!” Now it was your turn to rub at your face, irritated and huffy. “I don’t want to have to constantly feel like I’m being watched when I’m with you! I don’t want to have to worry about seen all the time, and I sure as hell don’t want to keep feeling like you’re ashamed to be with me!” You were talking so quickly, so fervently, you forgot to think before you spoke. You blurted out a thought that had eating away at you, and he gaped at you for it.

“You think I’m ashamed of you?” He asked, voice low and hissing. “That’s what you think this is about?”

You swallowed thickly and tried to eat the lump forming in your throat. “Sometimes.”

Nathan’s features softened, and he leaned back to look up at the sky. “___, that’s not… Shit, that’s not what this is about.” He sighed. “I just don’t want you to get all hurt because some hipster bitch won’t leave you alone. The thought of you going off and leaving me because of drama sucks.”

“I wouldn’t leave you over that.” You croaked. “I wouldn’t.”

“It’s easy to say that now.” He said, mostly to himself, but you responded anyways.

“I wouldn’t leave you over pointless shit, Nathan.” Using your sleeves you wiped roughly at your eyes. “I just want to- I just wanna be able to do shit with you outside my room is all.”

“What can we do outside your room that we can’t inside?”

You shrugged. “It’s different outside.” Through the ever growing blurriness of your vision, you looked up at him.

Nathan’s eyes seemed farther away, facing into the trees that surrounded the dingy little park. His silence was deafening and fear crept under your skin, made your face heat up in anxiety. You felt like you’d screwed up pretty badly, like you’d ruined something. The lack of an answer, even if it was just an irritated sigh, made you antsy. When your lips parted to speak up he beat you to it.

“If you can handle it,” He started, closing his eyes, giving in. “Then sure, whatever.”

You blinked at him slowly, processing. The thought of being open with him made your chest feel like it was filled with cotton. “Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously. If you really don’t care then…” His eyes opened, and they were almost golden with the setting sun's reflection. “Then I don’t either.”

A smarter part of you knew that you shouldn’t be as starstruck as you were. Being with Nathan had a price, and it was a damaging one. It was easy to claim that you didn’t mind some harassment here and there since you were alone, safe with him, but what would happen when you were alone? You weren’t the strongest, you weren’t the fastest. You didn’t want to use Nathan’s name as a shield, either. If some asshole decided to make your day hell then you were stuck.

But, a dumber, romantic part of you, didn’t care. So much of you wanted to touch him, fingers longing to lock and intertwine with his own. Nathan was bony and uncomfortable yet your heart stuttered at hugging him, leaning against him, lying beside him. He was so closed off and guarded that when he finally did open up bits of himself you greedily couldn’t get enough.

“Good,” you breathed. Words tumbled against the tip of your tongue but they couldn’t take shape, your lips moving to try and force another sentence out. That same dry and full feeling returned and it was a miracle you could even speak at all when you asked, “Can I kiss you?”

Nathan was caught off guard. You could see it in his eyes, the way they zeroed in on you before shifting back to nothing in particular. Beneath you the merrygoround creaked as it barely moved. When he looked at you, uncertain, you swallowed thickly and readied yourself to apologize. However, you didn’t need to. He nodded once and ducked beneath the railing, and you met him halfway with your heart thudding in your chest.

It was a quick kiss, chaste and rather plain, but it was more than enough. He molded against you perfectly in those few seconds, his eyes closed and shoulders relaxed. Before it ended your fingers twitched to reach out and grab some part of him, hold him close, but he broke away before you managed to. Albeit having kissed before, this one felt different. You and Nathan had been lip locked for hours on end it seemed sometimes, wrapped around one another to the point where you had no idea where you started and he ended. However this wasn’t like those times. This kiss was shy and sensitive, and when you finally opened your eyes he wasn’t looking at you anymore.

“How was that?” He asked suddenly, his sentence rushed and wavery. You smiled and reached out to gently take the fabric of his jacket in your hand.

“Again.”

Once more Nathan looked down at you but his previous expression was gone, his qualms away with it. Oddly affectionate, warm even, a sight that you’d come to know but didn’t get to see quite often. He ducked under the bar again and just like before you met him halfway, your lips meeting more intense than they had before. This kiss you recognized. It was the type of kiss you felt when he was in a calmer state of mind, usually met when he’d just woken up from a long nap, or when he decided to get loving during a night in your dorm.

It was tender, and softer than anything you’d even known. He didn’t pull away moments later this time- if anything he deepened the kiss with a tilt of his head in the process. You fisted his jacket and tried to scoot closer to him, but found you were separated from the railing placed in between your bodies.

When you and him broke apart the last thing on your mind was the fact that you were still out in the open, able to be seen by whomever happened to be around. Instead you were focused on the light dusting of pink on his cheeks, and the way that his eyes darted from your own to something else in timidity. You realized that as much as this was new to you, it was even more new to him. He’d probably never had a public relationship before, not one that worked out anyways.

You grinned, a giggling laugh slipping past your lips. He scoffed at your bubbliness and rolled his eyes, shifting back onto his side of the railing and shaking his head. Still you saw beyond the action, taking mental note of the way his lips seemed to make an effort as to not curl up into a smile.

Shards of the sun leaked through the trees, now fat with leaves as they should be, and they painted the side of his face. The merry go round creaked again as it slowly spun, your shoes lightly digging into the wood chips on the ground. Nathans hand rested close to your own, and it felt like he was wordlessly inviting you. Tentatively, as if reaching out to pet an animal, you brushed your fingers along his scarred knuckles and felt them twitch. He didn’t move his hand away like he used to when you’d accidentally brush yours against his own. Those moments stung, and now this would be the bandage.

The ride stopped drifting in circles, you watched the treelines beside Nathan, and you held his hand.

#nathan prescott x reader #nathan prescott #life is strange #lis #imagine #scenario #imaginefictionals

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nylenol · 6 years

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ALL OF THEM. 1-50. GO.

1: Do you ever wish you were someone else?

yes and no! i value the idea of fate a Lot a lot and idk i believe things happen to certain ppl for a certain reason whether in this life or others so. yeah. i also think that everything i’ve been thru makes me a certain way, and throwing that away to go like,,, possess another body or some shit makes everything not worth. i wish i had better financial status and had more resources at my disposal tho! so if i could change my social/financial standing thatd be hot as fuck

2: What is your full name?sandra whot (thats what i write on my physics tests)

3: How old are you and how old do you get mistaken for?im 17 but god knows i still look 12

4: Have you ever dyed your hair?no but ppl ask me if i’ve dyed it bc the natural colors kinda wack! also i spray painted it blue once does that count

5: What’s your eye color?healthy soil mmm wormy

6: Your opinion about your body and how comfortable you are with iti like my body! i used to not bc shes a little chonky but its okay now^^

7: Do you have any tattoos or piercings?i really wanna get an industrial/helix piercing in my ear but im scared of piercings djhgggg i used to have those little asian baby hoops that all asian babies have but it got caught in my necklace and started bleeding like fuck when i was little so i was kinda traumatized, dont wear earrings anymore and the hole closed up on one side ; as for tattoos i want one eventually! maybe something small and meaningful on my ankle/wrist or smth

8: What would you say is your best quality?i’m really tolerant of a lotta bs tbh; a lot of times when my friends cant handle a person/situation i still find myself p okay with it and they tell me that so ya!

9: What are you really bad at?oh my god so many : cant dance; cant sing; drawing mediocre; meeting deadlines? whos she! etc etc my work ethic just sux

10: What talent do you wish you had?i wish i could sing well/play an instrument!! love live renewed my love for music a lot and not being able to express that love for music IN music makes me rlly emo

11: Are you nice to everyone?yeah i’d like to think so,, sometimes i shittalk if they like do something Genuinely Morally Wrong like hello but for the most part i think everyones deserving of kindness even if i dont know them that well!

12: What do you think about the most?i spend a lot of time thinking abt the past and what i could have changed and the future and what i could have been and its ugly dont like it but it nags at me!! thanks obama

13: Things you like/dislike about yourselfi like the fact that i have a lot of passion for certain things and dedicate myself to them!! but i dont like the fact that i get demotivated rlly easy and let things pile up after signing up for too many things that i care about; ; ; then i dont drop these things and end up in a shithole of responsibility like hello o o o o

14: What is your least favorite word?i dunno! but any word i cant pronounce correctly is my mortal enemy (colosseum)

15: What is your favorite word?idk but i say hello so much ,, about time i start punctuating my sentences with goodbye.

16: Are you more like your mom or your dad?i look exactly like my dad but i like my mom more! i wanna be like her, that woman works so hard to keep me and my sister alive hello

17: Would you ever smile at a stranger?yeah! but honest to god if the strangers a crusty man then no i aint risking shit

18: A reason you’ve lied to someoneuhh the other day i went out for dim sum w benji and told my mom that only BENJI was buying dim sum but actually he paid for both of us bc im a broke bih (my mom hates owing ppl money) and yeah i feel terrible i dont lie often

19: Are you lying about anything right now?i dont think so ? only person im lying to is myself kek - John 1:14

20: Have you kissed someone older than you?never kissed anyone ! but wheres my milf @ god

21: Do you believe in love at first sight?yes in a way ??? but i think thats a superficial, physical kind of love and the love that matters can only form after like. years of both platonic and romantic bonding

22: Do you believe in soulmates?yes! the definition of a soulmate to me is someone who would fit best for you both romantically and platonically - but while there will always be someone who fits the best, there will always be someone who fits about the same, and someone who fits about the same right under that, etc etc. while we dont end up w/ the OG Soulmate tm in most situations, we do find a variation of them somewhere in the world.

23: Are looks important?a little bit?? but it doesnt matter in the long run, if you love someone then you’ll also grow to love the way they look its a package deal brent

24: Opinion on relationship age differencesi like ppl around my age or maybe a year younger/older but if ur 25 n dating a 35 yo then thats ur business! idc as long as neither party is in their teens and its healthy

25: Would you date someone off the Internet?unless i met them irl? no

26: Have you ever cried over a boy/girl?lol yeah in part, i normally dont cry until i have 6000 different reasons to cry and sufficient hydration (like 3 times a year hello)

27: Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?lol

28: Anyone you’re giving up on right now?lol

29: Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?yeah! my friends disliked one of my best friends for like a Long time, me n her aren’t close friends anymore bc shes kinda snakey but w/e

30: Have you ever liked your best friend?lol

31: How does someone win your heart?be a good friend! same humor helps a lot, if someone’s aura is comfy for me to be in then hhhello ;; also genuine concern and compassion is my biggest turn on yeet

32: What turns you on?having enough food on me to eat every single period of the day, fruit, vidya games, sleeping,,, when teachers extend deadlines mr. geil i love you ? i lo

33: What turns you off?ketchup poured over fries like hello what is wrong with people.

34: Do you get jealous easily?yes cerritos auto square

35: What is your definition of cheating?cheating (noun) - the conscious pursuit of non-platonic relations with a person other than your significant other

36: Do you forgive betrayal?not really but depends on the situation

37: Have you ever been cheated on?nop i gave someone my hw to copy a few times tho

38: Have you ever cheated on someone?nop but i copy other ppls hw on a daily basis :)

39: How often do you listen to music?24/7 all the time always every waking hour right now immediately at the moment, this bitch DEAD without her earbuds

40: First concert you attendedactual actual concert in a venue was the AX one where Aqours performed!!

41: Last movie you watchedCarol it made me sososoos emo i was watching it on a bus next to a bunch of hetties i was Crying. crying

42: Favorite type of movieromance! and for some reason disaster movies,,, also psychological movies r Really up there

43: Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?hoohooheehee

44: Are you good at hiding your feelings?yeah when i need to, its obvious to other ppl tho i think

45: Do you fall in love easily?not really

46: Do you think people say I love you too much?yes and no, it depends on context and frequency

47: What’s your favorite holiday?tet bih

48: Are you a forgiving person? Do you like being that way?im pretty forgiving i think, i wish i wasnt

49: Where’s the most magical place on earth?right here in my bed! wish i could sleep forever

50: What’s your “type”?idk if i have a type but ppl are hot and this lesbian is too weak to go on! i like ppl who are kinda similar to me tho: little crazy little wack but ultimately well meaning

#FRAPPE I HATE U THIS TOOK HALF AN HOUR !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#thank u for the ask tho sjkhhdh #asks #flying-frappucino

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batmaniskpopaf · 7 years

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GIRLS LIKE U:

HERE’S THAT MINHYUK SMUT NO ONE ASK FOR…

OKAY BUT I HAVE LIKE A FINAL, A 6 PAGE PAPER AND SHIT TON OF HW AND YOU KNOW WHAT MY HOE ASS DID ? WROTE THIS BULLSHIT AFTER BEING EMO FOR BLACK BEAR AND CARRIE UNDERWOOD FOR 3 HOURS …

ENJOY THIS RIDICULOUSLY LONG STORY :3

A/N:ALSO SHOUT OUT TO MY HOME GIRL @kinkybangtan#YOUTHEREALMVP

TYPE: HELLA SMUT BC LEE MINHYUK DOES THINGS TO ME

WORD COUNT: 3.5 K (SORRY NOT SORRY)

CHARACTERS: LEE MINHYUK X Y/N (FT.KIHYUN,WONHO AND CHANGKYUN BC I’M UNLOYAL AF)

SUMMARY: “SHE HAD THE LOOKS, HE HAD THE MANSION AND YOU CAN FIGURE OUT THE REST” I SUCK AT SUMMARIES ALSO I JUST LIKE THAT LINE

“Are you sure they’re gay?” I ask aloud “No one that hot is straight” Cahngkyun replies taking my tray and wiping down the stray sparkling liquid off its brown surface…. “True” I reply tapping my foot to the thumping music while I wait for my tray … “This is the second bottle they’ve gone through tonight” I muse looking at my waiter wallet once more to verify my orders for the night… “Yah! If they’re paying, let them clean out the bar” … I eye Kihyun my bottom lip jutting out into my signature pout… “Yah! Maybe you’ll finally pay me” I say in mock offense… Kihyun eyes me wearily and I break my composure giggling loudly enough for the people at the other end of the island bar turn to look at me…. he smirks and tosses a bright neon straw at me… the neon yellow plastic tumbles to the floor…. “Children!”Changkyun chastises… he hands me the tray and I pile it high with alcohol and finger foods before disappearing once more into the crowds of party goers and creeps…

“Here you go sir” I announce setting the expensive bottle of alcohol in the ice bucket and discarding the now empty one in my hand…. “Please call me Minhyuk” the auburn beauty corrects me… “alright, Can I get you anything else minhyuk?” I reply my nonsense attitude drawing a smirk from his sculptured lips… “What’s your name sweetheart?” …”Y/N’” I reply… “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl” …the equally attractive blonde man beside him stifles a laugh over his phone… I arch a brow at Minhyuk … and he shoots a pointed look at his compatriot … “Please excuse him, he has no manners” Minhyuk mutters through gritted teeth… “Maybe one more bottle and the check” Minhyuk chirps angling his lean frame towards me once more… his long legs are tucked one under the other and his fingers are adorned with countless silver and gold rings… “Okay one more bottle and the check coming right up” I announce before turning on my heel and sauntering away… I can feel his eyes make their way down my body… a part of me wishes it was his fingers and lips… However, I shake the thought out of my head and head back to the bar…

“Alright, Kihyun another bottle and the check” I say leaning against the large marble bar… “Is it for your boyfriend?” he gushes… “Yah! he’s not my boyfriend” … “Sure he’s not, he just happens to only come in on your scheduled shifts and leave a massive tip specifically for you” Kihyun mutters … I cock my head to the side… “Well you sure don’t seem to mind when I buy you food with that massive tip” I say… Kihyun rolls his eyes at me and I can’t help but blush at his insinuation…as much as I would like to believe everything he just said is true I know I shouldn’t…. Minhyuk probably just feels sorry for me, he probably had to struggle the same way I do when he was my age… Which brings the question, how old is he? He doesn’t look much older than Kihyun or Jooheon the DJ… “Are you two fighting again?” Changkyun interrupts “Hm?” I’m so immersed in my own mind that I hadn’t realize Kihyun was still talking… “No, you know how it is, friendly sibling banter” I say pushing myself off the counter and smoothing my apron over my pencil skirt… “Well I don’t know if you’ve noticed but Fabio over there hasn’t stopped looking at you” Changkyun comments… “He’s probably done with his bottle and waiting on his next order” I comment pulling out my waiter wallet to prove my theory…. when I look up I’m greeted with a warm pair of caramel brown eyes…

“Y/N?” an even warmer tone beckons me and my breath catches in my throat at his inclining proximity… “S-S-sorry about your wait Minhyuk but I have your order right here” I say taking a step back until I’m pressed against the marble island… “That’s okay dear, I was actually hoping I could have a word with you…. in private” Minhyuk explains…his lean silhouette towering over me… I stare directly into his eyes… every muscle in my body aching to reach out my hand and touch him… “Umm sure” I finally get out… he holds his hand out to me and I take it all too eagerly… “Kihyun, I’m taking a Ten!” I announce… “K” I hear him call back to me too busy mixing drinks for customers to notice the model holding my hand… Minhyk leads me towards the back of the building down the narrow hallway …his hand still intertwined with my own… on our journey we pass by couples kissing and downright baby making… I shuffle awkwardly from foot to foot… “blame it on the alcohol?” Minhyuk leans in to whisper in my ear… my cheeks pink at his proximity and the hairs at the back of my neck stand to attention… Minhyuk smirks at my reaction no doubt enjoying the effect his proximity has on me…we walk a few steps forward until we come to the very back of the building… “Here is good” he announces opening an office door… I shuffle in behind him…

Minhyuk finally lets go of my hand severing our precious contact … my limbs feel suddenly cold without his warmth radiating through my body… “Please have a seat” he makes himself at home walking over to the other side of the desk and sitting crossed legged and beautiful across from me… “Okay, what can I do for you?” I ask perching myself at the edge of the chair… “What nationality are you Y/N?” Minhyuk asks nonchalantly…”You have the prettiest skin tone… he explains… I’m caught off guard but quickly recover answering every one of the many questions that follow suite …. “Who was that boy you were laughing with at the bar?” he asks twiddling a large gold ring between his index and thumb… “Kihyun? He’s my step brother” I say arching a brow… “Where’s your friend?” I ask… If he could ask questions, then so could I… “Wonho? Probably out there disappointing Jesus” he explains matter of factly… “Is that so?” I say…my next question hangs heavy on my tongue, mirroring the awkward silence that hangs thick in the air ….“Do you think I’m gay?” Minhyuk whsipers … “well as my coworker said “No one that hot is straight”” I retort… “So you think I’m hot?” Minhyuk asks the shit eating grin that adorns his chiseled face almost makes my embarrassment bearable…. “Well I’m not blind” I reply my voice sounding far too harsh for my own ears…

Minhyuk’s eyes scan my face as if he’s committing every inch of it to memory… The emotions going to war in his eyes… I chew on my lower lip as I take in his heavenly appearance…. everything from his high cheek bones and captivating eyes …. we seize one another up… my own wayward thoughts playing out in my mind… the heat rising in my cheeks when my eyes fixate on his full lips…. I bite my own and refrain the urge to crawl over the large oak desk and feel their petal softness mold against my slightly chapped ones…as if on que he rises from his seat and saunters towards me… his eyes dark with curiosity and what I hope is lust… my heart hammers in my chest almost overpowering the sound of the chair scrapping across the tile floor…. The seconds it takes for him to walk over to me feel like hours… his arms are on either side of my head and his face is only centimeters from my own… so close that his breath is fanning across my cheeks “I’m not gay, but I would rather prove it to you”…his words hold so much carnal promise and temptation that I throw all caution to the wind and close the short distance between our bodies… the kiss starts off heated and needy… Minhyuk reacts instantly cupping my cheek with his palm and placing the other on the back of my head…. His lips feel petal soft and I can feel myself getting light headed from the alcohol on his breath… my tongue swipes across his lips eager to taste more of him and he complies pulling me flush against his lean frame…. the kiss seems to go on forever and end to quickly all at once…when he finally pulls away we’re both gasping for air…

I run my hands through my hair as I try to regain my breath… “Holy shit” Minhyuk gasps… “Thanks” I reply sarcastically rising to my feet … “Wh-where are you going?” he wheezes… “Unlike some of us I work for a living” I say placing my hand on my hip and attempting to walk passed him within the small confines of the office… “Can I see you after work tonight?” he asks anxiously … “No, I have plans” I reply, attempting to sound unfazed… “With who?” he demands … “With whoever the hell I want! Do you think you own me just because you kissed me?” I ask ,the indignation in my voice placating him … “Well no, but I would like to take you out and get to know you” … “I don’t know if you know this but I’m not your property” I say raising my voice a few octaves… “Y/N, that’s not what this Is about” he explains… “I’m sure it’s not, now if you’ll excuse me, my ten minutes is up” I say walking past him… before I can make it to the door he grabs my wrist in his palm and I turn to face him … “Please, can I see you again?” … “Minhyuk I have to get back to work” … “Please? Just one date? You’re off, tomorrow right? I’ll take you out” … I eye him wearily for a moment, my own uneasiness reflected in his eyes… “Fine, pick me up at 8 and no f-“…before I can say anything more Minhyuk’s mouth is on mine… the kiss is much gentler than the first but the hunger is still present… our tongues intertwine once more and my hands weave their way into his hair… The kiss grows more heated until we both begrudgingly pull away for air… “Dammit Minhyuk don’t do that when I have to leave” I pout placing a chaste kiss to his lips before slipping through the door…

I survey my reflection once more in the hallway mirror, my now clean hair cascades in a silk curtain down my back and my skin is glowing under the expertly applied makeup… I take a deep breath before making my way down the stairs… the thumping music grows closer as I continue to walk past the entrance to the night club and head for the back exit… I take in the sight before me … Lee Minhyuk is leaning against his luxury car … his hair is perfectly styled and he’s covered in designer wear from head to toe… I have to mentally remind myself to close my mouth so drool doesn’t smudge my lipstick… “Hey” I manage to squeak… “Hi yourself” he greets… his eyes travel down my frame taking in my physic and lingering on my exposed legs … “Shall we get going?” he asks… “Umm yeah” I bite my lip nervously… Minhyuk opens my door and I squirm under his gaze… the street lights reflecting in the shiny car surface as I settle into the comfortable passenger side…. Before I can close the door Minhyuk is at my side… his eager hands capturing my face and bringing my mouth to his… our lips mold together and that hunger from last night rearing it’s not so ugly head… the electric current between our bodies crackles the more our tongues continue to explore one another…slow sensual caress follow the kiss… our fervor making the idea of car sex even more alluring…. “The windows are fogging” Minhyuk observes once we’re forced to pull apart …. “I don’t mind” I quip before kissing him chastely once more…

The city roads are vacant…. The quite purr of the engine reverberates off the asphalt …I openly ogle Minhyuk … I take in his sharp profile… the street lights capturing glints in his auburn hair and his eyelashes flutter eloquently… his looks could put any high fashion model to shame, I think to myself… “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t even make it to dinner” Minhyuk mutters… his brisk tone sounding every bit as enticing as his appearance… “Oh? And what would we be doing instead Min-hy-uk?” I ask annunciating every syllable of his name… He turns to me so fast I’m surprised his neck didn’t snap… The car comes to a complete stop … my palms begin to sweat and I regret my big talk almost instantaneously…. “We’re about to find out, now aren’t we?” he asks before exiting the vehicle and walking around to my door…the seconds feel like hours… my stomach dropping when he finally opens my door… the cool city breeze nipping at my exposed flesh as I gratefully take his hand and step out of the vehicle… Minhyuk pulls me flush against his frame… the cool buttons of his jacket digging into my skin through my thin dress… “Cat got your tongue? “ Minhyuk asks smugly… our faces only centimeters apart…

“I can’t hold back anymore” Minhyk whispers… his eyes focused on my lips …. “Then don’t” I reply closing the short distance and connecting my lips to his… my senses are flooded with Minhyuk… everything from the scent of his cologne to the heat radiating off his body… our bodies cling to one another… our tongues interning and my body reacting and loving the way his own presses into every nook and cranny… “We should go inside” Minhyuk says once we’ve pulled apart… “Lead the way” I reply… Minhyuk’s eyes light up and he gives me a knowing look which I return with a smug smile… his lips are on mine as soon as the oak door is slammed closed…his hands hiking up my dress and bunching it around my torso… my fingers weaving their way into his hair and toying with the lose tendrils… Minhuky’s prominent bulge presses against my clothed core and I grind myself against him once more the wool and polyester doing little to provide friction…

Minhyuk smirks against my lips and continues to pull my dress up until it’s over my head and discarded on the marble floor… he walks us backwards from the foyer towards what I presume is his bedroom… our now discarded clothes and shoes being the only thing out of place In the immaculate apartment… feeling bold and aroused I turn us around and press him against the hallway wall … Minhyuk gasps in surprise and I take that opportunity to claim his mouth as mine… his hands are at my hips pulling me somehow closer to him… the feel of his bare skin against my own feeding my ego… I kiss along his jaw line and down his toned abdomen… feeling the hot hard muscles beneath my tongue … I tease the waistband of his boxers… nipping on his hip bones before pulling his boxers down… his member springs free the length hitting his stomach an appetizing cherry read … Minhuyk looks down on me… his eyes full of carnal promise and mischief… I kiss the tip and look at him through my lashes before hollowing my cheeks and taking him into my mouth… Minhyuk lets out a quite grunt… his adams apple bobbing and his eyelashes fluttering shut with every suck… I take him in at the back of my throat… his hands settle in my hair and slowly guide me at a rhythmic pace…

“Fuckkkk” Minhyuk hisses between his teeth…his hips moving at their own accord as I sheath my teeth against the hardened flesh… “Y/N, I’m baby I’m going to cum… “If you don’t want me to cum in your mouth-“ …before he can finish his sentence I release his length with a pop and ravish his now swollen lips… “I would rather you cum inside me” I reply looking at him through my lashes… “Are you on the pill?” he asks… his features darkening when I nod in confirmation… the expression on his face causing a shiver to run down my spine and resonate in my already sopping wet core… “I don’t like that baby girl, you’re mine” he says huskily… something in me stirs and a thrill arises in my body at the weight of his words… “Then show me” I challenge …. with that Minhyuk crashes his lips to mine and picks me up I wrap my legs around him instinctively …. Minhyuk trails kisses along my jaw line… his erection grinding against my core …he throws me onto the large mattress… “I’ve wanted to do this for so long” he mutters… “Really” I reply breathless… “From the first time I saw you, I went home and touched myself thinking about you”…”Oh “ I reply coquettishly… my hands going to my breasts and removing my bra… “What did you want to do to me?” I ask tweaking my nipples and moaning… “I want to make you want me as much as I want you” he replies… the air leaves my lungs at his words… I bite my lip… Minhyuk places a chaste kiss to my lips…his tongue begging for entrance… his mouth making it’s way from my jawline to my chest… he takes one nipple between his teeth … the purk bud standing to attention at his expert touch…

“I’ve never met a girl like you” he quips… “hmm?” I ask basking in the feel of his mouth on mine…the wet spot in my underwear pooling by the second… “Girls like you are hard to find” ….Minhyuk says before busying himself with scattering kisses along my navel….. his teeth toying with the waistband of my underwear”… his nose nestled between my folds… “You smell so fucking good” he says… I squirm under his touch and bring my pelvis up to meet his tongue … the wet muscle licks a kitten stripe along my folds and I have to bite my lip in order to keep my mewls at bay… “M_N_H_Y_K” I slur… his tongue slipping into my tightness… “I want you" I get out between pants … “Please” I whine tugging on his soft locks… taking pitty on me…Minhyuk aligns himself with my entrance and thrusts into me slamming his cock and filling me to the hilt… we both let out a guttural moan in unison… Minhyuk wastes no time and begins to rock his hips inside of me…. the motions starting languid and deep and gaining momentum with every sigh and grunt… I find purchase on his shoulders… Minhyuk continues to drill into me… the air leaving my lungs with every fluid movement… “You- are-so-sweet” Minhyuk coos against my lips in between his deep thrusts…

his hips bucking into me at a relentless pace as I continue to mewl and call out his name… “Fuck” I grunt pulling him closer… the light sheen of sweet mixing with our mingled breaths and my slick walls taking him in… “You feel so fucking good when you take my dick baby”… Minhyuk grunts into my ear… his length filling me to the hilt and while is slender digits expertly massage my clit… drawing patterns and silent vows onto the swollen flesh… he roughly thrusts inside me hitting that spot over and over again… time slows down as my walls clench around his length the hot white pleasure that courses through my veins making me moan and grunt in acceptance… my toes curling and my body feeling too hot for my own skin… the intensity driving me forward as I continue to float in the euphoric feeling… Minhyuk thrust once, twice, thrice before coming to stand still… his breaths shallow and his sweaty skin sticking to my own… Minhyuk kisses the top of my matted forhead before pulling out and rolling to my side… “Wow” he mouths still breathless…. “Thanks”I reply in mock sarcasm … Minhyuk looks over at me and kisses me chastely the kiss starts up sensual and sweet…his hands rubbing circles on my hips….

“Already?” I groan … I look up at Minhyuk to see a semi-embarrassed look on his face. It’s not even been twenty minutes, yet Minhyuk is already fully hard again. “I really don’t understand where this energy came from” I quip…“Please?” He begs crawling over top of my naked body and settling himself between my legs…. “You won’t have to do anything. I’ll do all the work,” he offers… “What would be the fun in that?” I ask connecting our lips once more….

GUYS I’M BACK AND BUTTER THAN EVER XD …. I’LL SHOW MYSELF OUT

BUT LIKE WHAT THE F ??… I’M GONNA NEED LEE MINHYUK TO RESPECT ME BC MY POOR SOUL IS DESCENDING INTO HELL.. PLEASE PLAY YOU AND I AT MY FUNERAL XD

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So while I was delaying my hw by surfing through the web, I came across a quote that said, " 'Angels can fly,' she whispered, and then jumped." Can I challenge you into including this quote with Elain bc she's rarely mentioned? I'm really interested in seeing how your intricate, emotional, and haunting style and words incorporates this. Plus, I feel like this is kind of a hard prompt. But based on your works, I know you can handle it.

This short fic was written quite sloppily to K. Flay’s High Enough on repeat with Julia Michael’s Issues intervening once — perhaps playing the songs allow understanding in why I shaped the fic this way. The music greatly influenced the way this turned out from what I originally had in mind. I couldn’t quite find the edge I needed with this prompt, and recent events from reality pushed me towards this direction.

little bird, fly before they clip your wings for you have escaped the cage, where no man wants you to leave, forever chained

Angel

The air conditioner had broken this morning, causing damp currents of humid drafts to blast through the bakery. The loose strands escaping from her bun plastered to the nape of her neck, and Nesta had to occasionally wipe beads of sweat from her forehead.

Three more hours and she could retire for the day.

She tapped the customer’s order into the screen, ignoring the ache building up in her legs.

“That’ll be twenty dollars and twenty-six cents,” she droned, holding out her palm.

The older woman shuffled through her purse, and pulled out a wad of one-dollar bills. She frowned up to the Nesta, her forehead wrinkling. “Could you let the twenty-six cents go?” she tittered nervously. “I just have enough for twenty.”

Nesta’s face hardened. She was already on line with her boss, Ianthe. One more slip up, and she’d be fired.

Before she could turn away the elder and wave over the next customer, a tiny hand placed a handful of coins of the counter.

Elain Archeron blushed, nervously tugging a strand of golden-brand hair. “I’m pretty sure there’s about twenty-six cents there. Keep the change.”

Nesta watched the youngest Archeron dance off to her corner in the coffee shop, drawing up her knees to her chest, and staring out the window. Elain pressed her forehead against the window, tracing lines and shapes against the glass.

“What a nice little dearie, wouldn’t you agree?” the older woman crooned, and pushed the pile of coins to Nesta. “A lovely angel.”

Nesta internally snarled, snatching the bills and scooping the change. That was her money — precisely seventy five cents — that Elain had given back to her.

She dropped the extra forty nine cents in the tips box, watching her younger sister twirl out of the shop, twirling her bag around her elbow and tossing her water bottle in the air.

Cassian winced as he lumbered through the streets, rotating his sore shoulder. His wrestling partner had been merciless today, and it took Cassian an extra round to force his opponent to tap out.

If Nesta was in a good mood today, there was about a five percent chance she’d massage his tight muscles, usually ending with passionate kisses and fueled sessions locked in a bedroom.

He rubbed his bloodied knuckles, ignoring the dirty looks shot his way. A mother tucked her child under arms, muttering the word “savage” and “bastard” under her breath.

The breath winded out of him quicker than the punch his sparring partner had thrown to his abdomen. Society hadn’t been quite kind to him, watching him grow up in the sewers to become one of the elites.

A hand touched his wrist.

He glanced down to see the youngest Archeron sister. Elain pressed a water bottle into his hands and reached into her bag, fingering out a green towel.

Cassian gratefully took the towel, rubbing away the blood, and watching the stains weep into the fabric. The mother and child moved on, quickly shooting Elain confused glances.

Elain merely went on her tip-toes, slightly tilting her head. She grabbed Cassian’s hand and moved it so that the bottle poured a little bit of water onto the table.

“You should drink,” she lightly commented, wrapping the towel around his right knuckle.

“If only Nesta could be more like you,” Cassian sighed, and took a quicky chug of the bottle. “An angel.”

Elain stared into the distance, a little smile playing over her lips, as if she were seeing something he couldn’t. “But you like wildcats better.”

Cassian arched a brow and looked down at the youngest Archeron sister. “You’ve got that damned right.”

And he hurried away to the bakery, where the eldest Archeron sister awaited, casting one grateful smile over his sore shoulder to the youngest Archeron sister.

But she was already weaving through the crowd into the streets, her arms swaying to an unheard melody.

Lucien swore loudly as his blueprints scattered across the floor, black boots and thin flip-flop walking over them. Tamlin would have his head if he lost their company’s infrastructure plans for the new building.

He swooped down, gathering the papers into his arms as quickly as he could. Pedestrians briefly spared pitying glances at him, the malevolent few directly stepping onto the his plans, little smirks playing over their faces.

A passerby gently moved the crowd away, twirling in a circle around Lucien. The figure swooped down and gracefully plucked the blueprints farthest from him.

Lucien stared, enthralled by the beautiful golden-brown haired female. He gently took the blueprints from her outstretched hands, and smiled down at the doe-eyed beaut.

“Thank you,” he murmured, hefting the papers more securely in his grasp. “You’re my savior, my angel.”

She blushed prettily, gazing up at the sky. The sun cast down golden rays across her face, chasing away the shadows.

Lucien bowed at his waist, the ridiculous notion overcoming him. “May I know my rescuer’s name?”

She didn’t look at him again, much to dismay, but rather closed her eyes, her eyelashes fanning across her lids. “I am Elain Archeron,” she whispered, so softly he had to lean forward.

“Thank you, Elain Archeron.”

Her brown eyes opened, studying his red hair.

He awaited for those eyes to travel down his face and note the russet eye and scar running along his brow to jaw — to turn away in distaste, as all his former acquaintances refused to hire him for his appearances.

“A fox,” she lilted.

The corners of his lips tugged up. “Cunning and sly?”

“No,” her head slightly tilted to the side, a hummingbird’s movement. “Misunderstood.”

Lucien blinked, and watched the wondrous creature float through the crowd and past the street — into the trails of the green forest.

Azriel brooded silently, wondering why he knew bothered sticking around with his two brothers — Cassian and Rhys.

After his sparring session with Cassian, he’d taken the shortcut through the forest trails, only for Rhys to jump him and tie him to a tree. The match with Cassian fatigued his muscles beyond repair, the other brother the champion in hand-to-hand combat.

So it seemed he would remained tied to the trunk until he regained his strength and the pulsing headache faded.

Rhys had dragged him a little ways from the trail and in the shadows under the covers of a large, draping branch full of blooming leaves. Here, the darkness did wonders for the throbbing in his forehead, but did not alleviate the pain straining in his muscles.

Sighing, he leaned the back of his head against the tree, testing the ropes around him. The knot had been at the other side of the truck, so he’d have to somehow stretch the ropes out enough and slip underneath.

A gasp broke his concentration.

Azriel stared at the outline of a feminine figure swaying through the cluster of vines Rhys had dragged him through.

“You are ensnared,” the voice breathed.

Azriel watched the shadow move forward, revealing a phantom of a fading, suppressed woman, one struggling with inner demons — and seeing his own.

One who lived in the light but bathed alone in the darkness — one who had seen too much and saw too soon — one who listened to the insanity of humanity — one who danced along the lines of the beckoning darkness and toed the line of heavenly light —

— the ropes fell around his waist and ankles and wrists.

The woman emerged from behind the trunk, the thick rope unknotted.

Azriel bowed his head. “Thank you—?”

“Elain Archeron,” she mumbled. Her gaze flickered to him, asking the unspoken question.

“Azriel,” he easily returned, the cover of the darkness draping them both in silken robes.

Elain turned the rope over in her hands, running her fingers over each harsh strand.

“You strayed from the path,” he observed, watching.

She merely smiled sadly and tilted her head to the side. “And what does that make me?”

Azriel stared at the pale cheekbones and haunted eyes, one would mistake with fragility. Her unbound hair messily tangled over her shoulder, as if searching for order and reason. He supposed that this creature wearing the robes of shadow’s whispers already knew of the answer — but desired confirmation, a sound.

“An angel?” she whispered, voice edged with the scratch of softness.

Azriel rolled out his shoulders, and looked at the dangling vines behind her.

“No,” he murmured. “A fallen one.”

A quirk of an eyebrow. “Fallen?”

“Not for sins — but for seeing too much.”

A nod, and a breeze of sigh. Brown eyes connected with hazel orbs, locked into an eternity of silence and understanding.

A little light of warmth protruded through the umbrella of darkness, shattering a tacit completion.

Elain closed her eyes. Azriel blinked.

“Goodbye, Az,” the woman whispered, and then disappeared between the canopy of vines — past the fleeting sanctuary of the oppressed’s suppression.

Elain Archeron pushed past the forest and stood at the edge. There was a rushing river at the bottom, culminating at a chasm and waterfall. The sun broke across the sky, eating away at the clouds.

She looked down, and at the flourishing and teeming greenery at the end met with rushing, flowing water.

Freedom beckoned her.

Pure, undiluted liberty.

Welcome arms, greeting her.

The taste of honey filled her mouth, and she stared at the golden beams shooting down, creating life from Earth’s rich soil, most battered away and cut into slices for construction zones.

She stared at the flight and pattern of birds soaring in the air, the monster of vines fading rapidly from memory. She remembered the drums of footsteps, stepping over creations and the Earth. She knew of the misunderstood and the broken, and thought of that fractured body still full of love and hope. She knew the darkness and coldness seeping into bones.

She stared at the whispers of nature and of light and of darkness — ensnared by the gray area.

She took a step forward, toeing the edge of the cliff.

“Angels can fly,” she whispered—and jumped.

— and as the wind tore at her cheeks and the coldness bit at her skin—the serenity quelled over her even though the chaos of the ending beckoned—

—she knew she would crash—

—because she was a fallen angel.

I want to note that I teared up writing this. I didn’t like the writing, but it forced itself out as a wicked weed. I’m not sure if this made sense to outside eyes, but if you can observe and note Elain’s condition, and the indirect flaws of society I shall not outright name, then I have done a sliver of justice. Sorry anon, hopefully I didn’t let you down too much ^.^

#elain archeron #azriel #lucien #cassian #nesta #nesta archeron #sjm #acotar #acomaf #acowar

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