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Connor needed a moment alone after Markus had called for revolution.
The impact of becoming a deviant hit him and he was overcome with emotion.
Markus had forgiven him for what he had done, but did he deserve it? So many androids had died because of him. CyberLife had used him, he should have known that. If not him, as the most advanced android, then who?
But right now, even the most advanced android was too focused on his overwhelming emotions and didn't pay attention to his surroundings.
A very big thank you to @yvy-900 and @zeppersart for sharing and porting the outfit 💙 !
#something serious after the other render today 😊#wanted to try out the new beanie boy outfit and was told to do some angst#dbh#dbh connor#detroit become human#daz 3d studio#3drender#3d art#leelany renders
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𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲
Word count: 2760+ (i'll try to keep bigger lengths such as this one!)
Synopsis: You meet a new classmate who's working along Nanami, you think he's fun to be around, it stands the same to him about you. Later, feelings unravel.
Contents/Warnings: (1) Itadori Yuuji x gn!reader (2) FLUFF, TONS OF FLUFF - and some comfort (3) With the small participation of... Ino Takuma!! I really like him too, that's why <33333 (4) This is pretty platonic, but also not? (5) Ending turned sorta cliché... but I liked it u.u
A/N: This boy made me run rampant... to fhe point it's not single attraction anymore I just wish him happiness (smh if only my parents knew...) also next post will be Toji's fic pt. 2! Y'all see the first part is almost reaching 100 kudos????? I'M SO HAPPY EHSODJWKDKSJD- thanks for all the new followers and the support!! <33
Ever since his fake death, Itadori has been training alone with the help of Gojo - and now, he works along a freshly new face, who belongs to a senior, founds out ex-salaryman named Nanami Kento. He's far a thousand times more strict than Gojo. Itadori doesn't really likes the change, because Nanami is a person he can't get along. This whole guy's appearance scream "work 4 life"; he has proved different, now he screams "work is shit - but I gotta do it because others won't".
They've just finished cleansing the outside of a movie theater off a few curses, when Itadori hears shouting from far behind them. Two figures approach, waving excessively. He quickly picks on Nanami's tired sigh beside him.
"Nanami! We figured out you'd be here! Our mission has been finished and we wanted to catch up to have lunch together!" A male clad in a full black outfit shouts, he has brown hair and a beanie on top of his head, looking quite content.
The other person simply trots next to him in silence, approaching with a friendly smile. They notice Itadori faster than the male, smile widening and quickly waving hello, suddenly eager to reach up to them. The gesture makes the pink haired boy perk up, curious to why the other person looked so joyful. His question is easily answered, when they tug on the man's sleeve and motion to him.
"Ino, we have a third buddy!" The dude looks at him with widened eyes. "So nice to meet you, I'm Y/N L/N! It's great to see new faces around!"
Itadori smiles at your energy, knowing already he would click with you very well.
"I'm Ino Takuma, sorry for not noticing you before! Your uniform looks cool." Itadori exchanges a few compliments with Ino, before the man turns to talk with Nanami, leaving him and you together.
"Yes! I'm Sukuna's vessel, Itadori Yuuji-desu! My type of woman is Jenn-"
You turn to him. "So, are you a first year?"
"Geh? Weren't you dead though?!"
"I was!- I am!- Please keep secret."
"Okay!"
"Ahem." Nanami coughs, drawing attention. "I requested you two to not come after me today. Itadori here is the reason why."
"That's no problem, we're very capable of keeping secrets." You threw your arm over Itadori's shoulder, him nodding along with you.
"Oh really, then remember to keep quiet about it. I'll let this slide." The group of students nervously at Nanami's intimidating tone. "But, I'll get to have my break alone."
"Gah!" Ino exclaimed, watching Nanami walk away; he also left the responsability of taking care of Itadori for you two, leaving without a word. "It really had to be today, when Nanami would take us to his favorite bakery..."
"Crybaby." You teased. "Itadori here can't go outside where anyone can see him, he's dead. So, we were to order food either way because he shouldn't be left out."
"Augh okay, it would be unfair."
"So, where are you staying Itadori?"
"At Gojo's state!"
"Whoa, I've never been there before." Ino commented, waiting as you sent a message to Ijichi to pick them up.
"He's my teacher, a very cool one!"
"I imagine! Ooookay, once we get there I'll get the food."
Itadori felt as his chest would burst of excitement, finally there was people around him again, he couldn't be less happy about it.
"Sharing is caring!"
Itadori laughed as you wrestled with Takuma for some fries, netflix long forgotten in the background, as watching the banter was way more entertaining. Most of the time, Ino rambled a lot about Nanami, while he rambled a lot about Gojo. The guy even showed him the cool scar under his beanie. He felt kinda upset after explaining the exchange was just temporary, his stay under Nanami's wing wasn't decisive, and therefore, he was more like a classmate than a partner.
Itadori also learned a lot about you. He was surprised to find out that you, although energetic, was the one to speak the lesser in conversations. His surprisement grew even bigger when you told him you're a exchange student from Kyoto, arriving Tokyo about the same month as him - thankfully, you were to say for good.
Conversations flowed easily in the air, until a voice from the doorway barged in.
"Yuuji-kun! Don't forget about your lessons! Hi kids! Bye kids!" Gojo said playfully, throwing the familiar punching bear to Itadori before leaving.
"What's this thing?" Ino asked.
"It's to help me control my cursed energy. So while I watch the movies, if I don't charge it with cursed energy it punches me square in the face. I thought I had mastered this thing already, but he insist I keep training with it." Itadori grumbles.
"At least it's cute." You commented, taking a sip of your drink.
"Until it punches you in your face without warning!" The pink haired boy barks.
The talks died down, the three of you eating quietly when another movie is played on the screen. Itadori didn't bother reading the title, it was a plain one about a zombie apocalypse that got him extremely bored, yet he kept watching still so the plushie didn't punch him in the face again; he's been keeping a record since all his last cursed energy training lessons were a sucess to this day. When his head started nodding and eyelids dropping Itadori can't remember well, about fourty five minutes of movie perhaps? Make it fifty, the second slumber took over his body completely.
When he awoke once again, it was near midnight, the clock on the wall told him so. He also noticed a soft and warm surface supporting his head, figures, it's your shoulder he's resting into, he feels an arm around his own shoulders and your cheek placed upon his hair.
"Hey, it's late." You immediately notices he's awake, calling out softly. "You should sleep on your room, or something, better to your spine."
He chuckles when you poke his side. "But I'm comfortable here."
"I'm surprised, you just met me today, and now is sleeping on my shoulder."
"I'm not, that happens often to me."
"Sleeping on people's shoulders?"
"No! Making friends quickly." Itadori likes your gentle warmth, your hug, everything makes him feel at home. "I met two more people before you for two weeks, but they can't see me, because I'm dead."
"So I'll keep you company, that's my new mission."
His eyes widen at that, a oh so little blush covering the tip of his ears.
"For how many time I slept anyway?" He asks.
"About two- no, three hours. You missed two movies, and this one is about to end."
"And you stayed here the whole time?" He motions to your shoulder.
"Yep. That reminds me I gotta pee."
Itadori grumbles, but quickly lifts himself off you, respecting your needs. That gives him some time to look around, he notices Ino is gone, and the plushie sits quietly at the other side of the couch, unmoving.
"Y/N! How did you manage to make it quiet down?" He's beyond bafflet.
"...que."
"What!"
"I said!" You arrive quickly at the doorframe, hands still wet from when you washed them. "I used my innate technique."
"Oh! How is it like?"
"It's kinda funny, gimme a moment." You left to wipe off your hands, coming back in a second. "So, just like Shoko, I produce reverse curse energy, but it's quite different than hers, I can't heal people. That's why we often call it positive energy instead. I can use it to soothe off negative energy, so the bear has no cursed energy right now."
"How does it works on people?" He felt very curious about everything, asking away like a kid.
"Since everyone has negative energy, it just makes you sleepy really. But when it comes to curses it's really practical, I can either weaken it or, if the curse is like grade three or four, I can slap them off existence completely by wiping all their energy." You were naturally proud of having a such versatile power, your own energy swirling with pride around you.
"That sounds amazing! Is it why I fell asleep though?"
"Nah, only if I did it on purpose. I guess you were just tired, hope you don't mind I decided to let you rest today."
"No way, it was a good nap."
You nodded. "By the way, Ino left to attend to a drinking party, he paid for our food."
"Drinking? Is he old?"
"Yeah, he's twenty." You chuckled, already expecting that kind of reaction.
"No way! He looks young just like us!"
"That's totally my reaction after I learned he's twenty!"
After that day, you started visiting Itadori weekly to daily, after exchanging numbers he made a little group with you and Ino, naming it the "Nanami trio". But really, he exchanges more texts with you in private, be them memes, cool images he wish to share, etcetera. Although, Ino wasn't left excluded, he ofter brough his xbox to connect to Itadori's tv room and you all would spend hours playing together; he just didn't spend much time with both of you as much. And that was okay.
For a few days, your connection with Itadori died down when he didn't reply to your texts. They would remain unread for some time, the longest being half a day, until he would spam apologies then move on with the topic. That became a routine until one day when you came over to check on Itadori unnanounced, needin to ease off your worries about the boy, only to find him sobbing in the middle of a hallway, staring ahead and beyond, his back to you.
"Ita-?"
"Egh!" Startled, he scrambled to wipe his eyes, turning to you. "H-hey, um, hi."
"What happened?"
"I- he-" His eyes didn't met yours, knuckles white in a death grip. You notice he has a few bandages thrown over his face and arms. The way his shoulders are drawn, as if he wants to shrink into himself is something you've experienced before.
"Something hard to talk about?"
He nods almost immediately, head still facing down.
"It's alright, come with me." You reach for his hands, grimacing slightly when his forceful grip is now on your hand, yet you don't comment on it. He follows you through the state wordlessly.
You two stop on the same tv room, sitting down on the couch. You then guide his head to your shoulder, gently massaging his scalp with the free hand.
"It's alright."
Those two words are chanted like a prayer for the next half hour, at some point, Itadori twisted his body towards yours and unknowingly caged you between him and the sofa arm. He embraced you with a force you didn't have in you, like he didn't want to lose one another. Painful or not, not a muscle moved on your body. He needed a shoulder to cry on.
Thirty minutes passed like seconds, you peered down only to find the boy confortably napping against your bosom; at some point you just became the cold side of the pillow to him. That's alright. It brings you joy to be the mom friend anyways. So you decided to join the sleepland aswell, arms still secured around his shoulders and the back of his head.
It feels like the nap hasn't been long, though, because you can feel Itadori's grip loosening and therefore, you're awake.
"Sorry if I broke any bones, in advance."
"Wow, and you only warn me now."
He laughs at your comeback, hands still secured around your waist.
"I'm surprised you let me uh, cuddle you for comfort - and sleep. I don't understand it? You just make me sleepy." He rambled, keeping eye contact with you while his head still rests on your chest.
"That's a piece of cake when you have younger siblings who seek for you every night they get a nightmare."
"Does that mean I can come to you again if I have a nightmare?" There it is, his togepi-kirby cutesy face.
"Are you four?"
"That's mean!" Itadori blushed, squeezing you on his arms. "I like the contact. It puts me at ease."
"Mm, do you want to talk about it?"
He gulped. "No, not really."
Your peach haired friend remained silent, and so did you. It seems he doesn't intend in letting you go soon, or he just really forgot to mention it. It gives them time to think, your younger sisted used to do that sometimes, back in Kyoto.
"Y/N, wanna watch anything?"
"Sure, have you watched Parasyte before?"
"No, let's give it a try then!" Itadori glances at the remote, then back at you - making you confused over his hesitation to move. He notices you noticed it, chuckling nervously. "To be honest, I don't wanna let go."
"It's hurting my back."
"SORRY I'M SORRY!" He jumped away from you like a cat would jolt away from a cucumber, making you snicker.
"It's okay, I just wanted to change positions."
And to tease you, but he didn't need to know that part.
He glared at you with a small pout, typing the initials of Parasyte on the search bar. Outside his line of vision, you were grinning like a idiot, his sweeteness took a tow on you. All the people of Tokyo you met really held a way different spirit from your classmates in Kyoto, Itadori being the nicest of all. It's surprising him being Sukuna's vessel to begin with; being honest, you felt drawn by it.
"Y/N, it's startiiiiing." He cut your daydreaming short, slumping on your side and propping his head on your shoulder.
"This again?" You throw an arm around his shoulders, very much like the first time he cuddled himself on you.
"Don't blame me, you're the one who wanted to change positions. Guess I'll just make some alterations since I'm awake this time!" One of his arms went behind your back and circled your waist, hand resting at your hip.
"It's definely different, since the other time you drooled on me."
"Hhgh, okay okay! Let me enjoy this." For perhaps the actual first time, you're able to watch without exchanging words with one another.
And this time, it's you who's head loll to the side, nose buried on his soft rose perfumed hair. Itadori doesn't comment on it yet, his free hand moves under your legs to lift your whole body up efortlessly when he senses you have fallen asleep.
"I remember you said it's bad for my spine, I wouldn't mind it... yours however."
The boy makes a beeline to the guest room, he sighs when there is no choice but open the door with his foot. Inside, he places you carefully in the soft bed.
Before he could leave, a hand reaches up for his sleeve.
"Itadori," He turned, looking at you. "Make me company?"
He giggles softly - you think it sounds like a highschool girl. "You should start calling me by my first name!" Itadori rambles as he climbs on the bed, arms wrapping around your waist in a motion you're familiar with.
"Yuuji, I'm tired, let me sleep."
"But I wanna talk more..." He pouts. "Also, are we, um, dating?"
You wriggle around, bringing his head down to peck on his forehead, teasing. "Correction, I want to date you."
"Uh, oh." A blush coats his face so quickly, you'd say someone dumped a bucket of red paint on his face.
"Is that a no?"
"No!"
"So it is a no."
"Christ, will you stop teasing for a second, I'm trying to talk here." He makes an angry version of his togepi-kirby face, you can't help but grin.
"You amuse me, but okay. I'll do it for you."
"Thanks." He blinks, the blush slowly fading away. "You know, I lied, not about the contact, I like the contact nonetheless-"
His hand moves to play with yours, such as tapping his tips against yours, or meassuring the palms.
"-it's you who brings me comfort."
It's also your turn to blush, that line was seriously charming.
"Yeah."
"Yeah?"
"Yes, we're dating now." You respond, a little eagerly. "Can I kiss you?"
"Please."
This is the best person I could ask for, Itadori thinks, keeping his eyes open as yours shut during the kiss, whom I won't change for anything else in this world.
When you both separate, Itadori feels drowsy and sleepy. His face fits perfectly on your shoulder as always.
"Goodnight, my favorite person."
#itadori yuuji x reader#itadori x reader#itadori yuuji fluff#jjk x reader#jjk x y/n#jjk fluff#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen fanfic
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SOMI BICYCLE LOG
exo 10th member au
somi showing a bit of the rehersals for her comeback
WARNINGS: it was inspired on that exo obsession vlog and those cool vlogs nct does showing us they practising, recording and stuff. sorry if it looks confusing. hope you like it!
masterlist 🌻 requests are open feedback is always important to me!
"Hello guys, it's Somi!" Somi happily waved at the camera as she placed her stuff on the floor. "Today is the first practice for the comeback, and we have a special guest here..."
She slowly turned the camera to her side and Sungho, Jade's brother, showed up typing something on his phone. Giggling, Somi lightly elbowed him to called his attention.
"Hm?" he looked up at her but laughed and he realised the camera on his face. "Oh hello everyone!"
"Introduce yourself, sir. People would like to know who you are." Somi told him.
"I'm Bae Sungho, the choreographer of Somi's new single." Sungho bowed at the camera.
"As we wait for the other people to arrive, should we do an interview?" Somi suggested. Sungho nodded and placed his phone on his lap, waiting for Somi to give him the camera. "No, oppa, I'll be the one interviewing you!"
"Oh!" Sungho cooed but shrugged, trying to hide his face with his beanie. "I'm shy."
Somi yelled, recoiling, and gave him a weak slap on his shoulder, laughing. Smiling, Sungho fixed his beanie and sat straight.
"Wait a sec..." Somi mumbled, getting up. She brought a chair next to them and placed her bag on it, supporting the phone there as if it was a tripod. Once she was satisfied, she sat next to the boy again and asked. "So, Sungho-ssi, you're one of the people who already listened to the song. What did you think?"
"When I first got the demo, I got in my car, closed the windows and played it. I was so shocked!" he told her. "I wasn't expecting any of that."
"Really?" Somi asked, blushing.
"Really! I think people are thinking this song is going to be like 'I'll take my pink bicycle and watch the sunset' but is actually like, 'get out my way! I'm the baddest!'" he said, exaggerating and making Somi laugh.
"Do you know I chose you myself?" she told him and his eyes grew in surprise.
"No way..." he whispered, still shocked.
"I swear to you. As soon as I heard the song and we started talking about the concept, I told the company to contact you."
"Oh my. Thank you very much." he answered, bowing at her. "Am I the only one feeling burdened right now?" he asked a few dancers on the corner of the room and they laughed.
They stopped chatting when the door opened and Somi's staff started getting into the room. They greeted the dancers and Somi and quickly made her a sign to start.
"Okay guys, we'll work now." Somi said, waving to the camera to the camera. "I'll be back in a few minutes. See ya."
When the camera was on again, it was four days later. All the dancers and staff were already there when she arrived after spending the whole day in meetings and outfit fitting. Half of the dance was already done, but as it was a new concept for Somi, it was equally hard.
Her hair was up in a messy bun with some strands on her forehead and nape due to how sweaty she was. She was wearing black leggings with a Chanel crop top and sneakers. Anyone could tell they were rehearsing for some time now.
"Now, we'll do the actual bicycle movement and the backflip!" Sungho told Somi and the dancers, who cheered in expectation. "I'll need five strong men."
"FIVE?!" Somi exclaimed, surprised, making the people laugh. Not that she didn't want to do that because since day one she was dying to do those moves, but she didn't expect it to need five people.
"Three for the bike and two to spin you around." Sungho explained and she sighed relief. "I'm not killing you, Somi-ah!"
"I know you're not!" Somi agreed.
"I'll spin you around myself." he said, trying to sound calm. Somi laughed and pointed at him.
"Your eyes are shaking, oppa."
Boldly puffing and waving her off as if it was nothing, Sungho started explaining to the dancers and Somi what was going to happen and what each people would do.
"One of you will lay down with your hands and feet up and two of you will hold her by her arms to sit her on his feet." he explained pointing at the dancers doing the bicycle move. "Her butt will be placed on his feet and her feet on his hands. Got it?"
"Don't worry, I've been doing some squats lately." she tried to ease the stress in the air. The dancers chuckled and tried to hide how shy they were.
Everyone was working so hard on this comeback. From the hairstylist to the dancers, her team was putting all of them on the songs that sometimes Somi would feel guilty to even feel tired.
"For the spin, you and I will be holding on her lower back. She will spin, we'll just give her some support, so we can not push her up because if we do, she'll fall." Sungho turned to another dancer, who nodded. Sometimes, he was more strict than Jade and that always made Somi laugh.
"So the spin is on that 'woon' part on the dance break, right? When the bass gets lower?" Somi asked him, imitating the sound.
"That's right." he nodded. "You won't have to move, we'll go to you."
"Oh, okay. I got it." she said, making an 'okay' sign to him. "So, let's try the spin first."
"As soon as you do the 'ti-ri-ri-ring' step we'll get right behind you. You'll hold on to our shoulder, get a boost and spin." Sungho explained to her. "Do you want me to show you first?"
"No, no. I think I understood." Somi said. "I'll do the 'ti-ri-ri-ring' step," Somi made it was she repeated what he told her. "hold on your shoulder," she held on their shoulder. "and spin." she span.
On her mind, it was easier. But when she span without the boost, if it wasn't for another dancer who tried to grab her, she would fell. Somehow, her leg got around the boy's shoulder and she fell over him.
In a flash, the whole room turned into chaos. While Somi was almost dying from laughing, some dancers were also laughing and the staff tried to check if any of them got hurt.
"I'm so sorry!" she said to the dancer, who was also laughing. "Are you okay?"
"I'm okay, are you okay?" he asked back and both started laughing. He got up and helped Somi getting on her feet too.
"I think we should try it tomorrow when we're less tired." Sungho said in a mix of laugh and worry. "We're done for today. Great work everyone!"
"Great job, my loves!" Somi said like a mother. "See you guys tomorrow." she clapped and bowed for the dancers. Walking over to Sungho she patted his back to assure him she was fine.
She spotted her manager holding a camera and she walked over to him, waving. When she was closer, her manager handed her a bottle of water.
"What are you thinking of the performance objectively? Is it a bomb?" she asked the man behind the camera.
"Yes." he said. His voice was probably going to be muted later on in the editing.
"Out of all the performances, how would you rank this one?" she asked again, drinking a bit of the water.
"Number one." he said and Somi kindly smiled.
"Number one? Really?" she exclaimed. "This is my first performance with this vibe. I don't think I'll get to do anything this grandiose again in a long time." she pouted. "From my point of view, this isn't a type of song I'd be able to do in EXO, just like Play."
"People will like it, don't worry. The dance is good, the music is good." the manager assured her.
"This album is a junction of a lot of people's idea. Mainly mine, but from a lot of people." she told him.
"You did a great job, don't worry."
"Yeah..." she nodded. "I'll go home now. See you at the MV shooting. Buh-bye!"
#exo#exo oc#exo au#exo 10th member#exo 13th member#10th member of exo#13th member of exo#exo scenarios#exo imagines#kpop scenarios#kpop imagines#idol!oc#idol!au#idol!addition#oc!idol#oc!soloist#oc!kpop#oc!female#oc!au#kpop!oc#kpop!au#kpop!addition#kpop!idol#kpop!soloist#female!oc#female!idol#female!kpop#female addition#exo female addition#exo addition
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What Do You Think?
Part 4 of the Boys with Luv series
Pairing: Yoongi x reader, Yoongi x Jimin
Summary: Yoongi goes to the fansign without Y/N as she feels that she is going to be shunned and hated by the rest of the members. There, he realises that they aren’t all angry with him.
Warnings: Smut, swearing, Yoongi being a slight dick to Tae
Tags: @calling-dips-on-j-hope, @fic-recs-by-moon, @luvtaeha, @aretha170, @xicanacorpse, @kookieebangtan, @fangirl125reader, @seoul9711, @channiespup, @lindsayjoy444
AN: If any of you would like to be added to the taglist, just let me know and I will add you :)
Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
Taehyung POV:
It was hard to describe what I felt when I was that girl with my boyfriend. My Yoongi. He had his arm wrapped tightly around her way. He called her baby. That was my nickname. I was always his Taebaby. Kookie was his prince, and Jiminie was his pretty boy.
Yes, I was jealous. Yes, I was angry. I had hoped that none of us would find our soulmates because I didn’t want our dynamic to change. We were fine just the seven of us. We didn’t need anyone else in the equation.
I glared at the pair of them as they checked out. I wasn’t really in the mood to buy new lingerie anymore. The girl turned to look at me, Joonie, and Hobi, and me and her made eye contact. Suddenly, colours flooded into my vision. I stumbled backwards, my back colliding with Hoseok’s chest. He and Namjoon both looked equally surprised.
“Taebaby, you okay?” Namjoon asked, wrapping his arm around my waist to keep me steady. No, this was not okay. I was not okay. This wasn’t possible.
“It doesn’t make sense.” I mumbled. “It’s not possible.” I shook my head. “No, no, it’s not possible.” I repeated. “What just happened? Why can I see colour?”
“I can see it too.” Hoseok admitted quietly.
“And me.” Namjoon agreed. He looked confused. I glanced up at him, silently asking what we should do. He knew my facial expressions. When I got nervous, I sometimes wouldn’t talk so Namjoon had learnt to read my face to know how I was feeling. “I don’t know what we should do, Taebaby.” He looked over to where Yoongi and the girl had been stood, but they were gone now. “We’ll talk to him tomorrow at the fanmeet.”
“Is it possible, hyungie?” I asked, looking at Namjoon.
“I don’t know. It is, but I don’t know why.” Namjoon replied. “Do you want to buy anything or go home?” He asked, looking at me and stroking my hair out of my face.
“I don’t know.” I said looking around. All the lace and silk was tempting me. “I’m not really feeling it at the moment.”
“Okay, baby, we can go home and cuddle?” Hoseok suggested. I nodded.
“That would be nice, please, hyung.” I said, allowing Hoseok to pull me into a hug and the both of them to lead me out of the store and back to the dorm.
Y/N POV:
I twisted my fingers around nervously. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go through with the plan anymore. They hated me. It was clear to see. Taehyung was glaring at me. I was sat in the living room, letting all the thoughts cloud my head. Taehyung was never going to like me.
“Baby, dinner’s ready, are you okay?” Yoongi raced to kneel in front of me. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
“They hate me!” I said, letting the tears roll down my face. “It’s not going to work!” I sobbed. “Taehyung was glaring at me, and Namjoon looked so disappointed and disgusted!”
“They what?” Yoongi looked pissed. “Okay, baby, look at me.” He took hold of my hands. “They don’t hate you. They are angry because of what happened.”
“But that’s not my fault!”
“I know, jagiya, I know.” Yoongi kissed away my tears. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to come to the fanmeet tomorrow, okay?” He said. “Not if it’s going to upset you so much.”
“I’m sorry.” I apologised. I didn’t want him to be disappointed with me.
“Don’t you dare apologise.” Yoongi said. “Don’t worry, okay, let’s eat and then we’ll cuddle and watch a movie.” He said, taking hold of my hand and pulling me up with him.
Yoongi POV:
My alarm went off early the morning of the fanmeet. I groaned and sat up, turning it off not wanting to wake up Y/N. I leaned down and pecked her on the lips before leaving her a note and getting dressed. I was out of the door within ten minutes, knowing I would have be at the dorm before the van came to pick us up.
I made it to the dorm ten minutes later, the cold air biting at my exposed skin on my face above my mask, and my uncovered hands. I shivered, pulling at my beanie as I realised that the van was already waiting outside. I walked over to it and got on. There was no one there yet so I decided to sit right at the back, making sure to put my bag on the empty chair next to me.
The six of them appeared at the same time. Instantly, the van was filled with awkward tension as none of us knew exactly what to say to each other. I was angry at them, and they were angry at me. My phone buzzed with a message from my princess. I smiled as I read it.
Jagi ❤️️: I love you too, oppa! Don’t get too angry at them today, remember ARMY is always your top priority. Send me a pic of your outfit please! Have fun and don’t be too grumpy!
I chuckled at her message, quickly typing one back. I missed her already.
My lil meow meow ❤️️ 🐱: I’ll try not to be too grumpy, princess, but I’m annoyed at them for how they treated you yesterday. There’s some leftover noodles in the fridge if you want those, or you can order something if you want. There’s money in the drawer by the front door. Be safe!
She sent me back a red heart along with a screenshot of her breakfast order, saying that she was having both. I looked up from my phone, seeing that Jimin had turned around in his seat and was staring at me carefully. It was hard to tell what he was feeling - he was always good at hiding his emotions if he wanted to. We made eye contact and he shot around in his seat, leaning his head on Hoseok’s shoulder, earning a forehead kiss. I felt a pang of sadness shoot through me. Usually Taehyung would be sat next to me, curled up into my side, scrolling through social media and giggling when he found something funny. Now he was sat next to Namjoon, not even bothering to look at me.
My phone buzzed with another message. It was a picture from Y/N showing her breakfast. She had also taken a selfie with the leftover noodles, saying they were the best thing ever. The van stopped, signalling we were here. The others got off first and then I followed, wanting our interaction to be as little as possible.
Hair and makeup sped past and I found myself dressed and ready, waiting to be called out. I was first done, and then it would normally be Taehyung. I sat on my phone after sending Y/N a pre-fansign selfie. The door opened. I looked up and saw Taehyung. I looked back down at my phone, knowing that if I talked to him now, I would explode with anger.
“Hyung?” Taehyung sat down on the couch beside me, leaving some space to be respectable. “I need to talk to you about something.” He said.
“About what, Taehyung?” I asked, not even looking at him. He needed to know how annoyed I was. He needed to know what he had done wrong.
“It’s about your soulmate.” He said, making me scoff. Y/N was the one thing I didn’t want to talk to him about.
“What do you want to tell me this time, Taehyung? That she’s a gold digger? That she’s just using me for money? All of that is a lie, Taehyung! And I am sure of that, okay?” I said, my voice harsh. He flinched at the tone of my voice.
“I wasn’t going to say that, honestly.” He said, his voice small.
“Until you apologise to me for what you said, I honestly don’t want to hear it.” I said, pocketing my phone and standing up. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go and calm down.” I walked out of the room.
I knew I was harsh with him. I waited until the door was properly shut behind me before I slid down the wall, burying my face in my hands. I loved Taehyung with all of my heart, but what he said was wrong. He had to know that Y/N was going to be a part of my life now, whether he liked it or not.
“Hyungie?” I looked up, seeing my precious little Jimin. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Jimin.” I said, sighing slightly as I sat up, leaning the back of my head against the wall.
“No, you’re not.” He said, sitting down next to me. “What’s wrong?” He reached over and took hold of my hand, his small fingers wrapping around mine.
“None of this is my fault, Minnie.” I said huskily, knowing that I was on the verge of crying. “I can’t chose when I meet my soulmate or who they are. And nobody understands that!”
“I understand that. I know it’s not your fault.” Jimin said, looking at me, his eyes full of sympathy. “I wanted so badly to come over to your apartment and see you. I really want to meet her. I think we all need to get used to her being around and possibly being a part of our relationship otherwise our dynamic is going to be off.”
When he said this, my heart skipped a beat. At least one of them cared about me still. “Why didn’t you come over?” I asked softly.
“Joonie wouldn’t let me.” Jimin said. “He said we needed to give you time and space, but I knew that was something you didn’t need. I wanted to speak up so badly when he told you to leave but I knew my opinion wouldn’t matter to him.” His eyes searched my face. “I’m sorry.”
“Hey you do not have to apologise. You have done nothing wrong.” I said, stroking his hand. “You tried your best, Chim, and that’s all I’ll ever ask.” He smiled slightly at that. “Tell you what, after the fansign, how about you come home with me and you can meet Y/N.” I suggested.
“Is that her name? It’s beautiful.” He said.
“You’re beautiful, pretty boy.” I said, making him blush. I stood up, pulling him up with me. “I missed you so much.” I pulled him closer, wrapping my arms around his waist.
“I missed you too, hyungie.” He said, kissing me gently on the lips. I groaned slightly, feeling myself go hard.
“Do we have time for a quickie?” I asked, checking the time, seeing that we still had thirty minutes. “Okay, come on, quickly. I need those pretty lips around my cock.” I dragged him into an empty bathroom, pressing him against the door and attacking his neck with my lips, being careful not to leave any marks.
“Yoonie.” He whined, pressing his hips against mine. He was hard against my thigh.
“Okay, baby, take off your clothes and put them neatly on the counter. I don’t want the stylist noonas to kill us.” I ordered as I undressed myself, folding up my clothes neatly.
“Hyungie please.” Jimin begged, palming himself through his boxers. He looked desperate, his full lips shiny red. His tongue swiped across them as he let out a breathy moan.
“Shh baby.” I said, pushing him down slightly so he would drop to his knees. “Now suck my cock like a good boy and I’ll eat you out after.” He nodded eagerly and pulled down my boxers, freeing my dick from its confines. It sprung up, the head a dark red colour. He stroked it a few times before taking the tip in his mouth and sucking on it like a lollipop. “Fuck Chimmie.” I groaned, having missed the feeling of his mouth. “You feel so good, baby. Gonna make me cum so hard.”
He smiled around my cock and swallowed, deepthroating me. My hands itched to pull at his hair, but I knew it would ruin all the stylist noonas hard work, so I grabbed hold of the counter behind me. He hollowed out his cheeks and moved his head up and down before taking me out of his mouth and licking the prominent vein on the underside of my cock, staring up at me seductively.
“Are you gonna cum for me soon, hyungie?” He asked, taking me back into his mouth and sucking hard. I could feel the knot begin to form in the base of my stomach. His lips were stretched around me as he gagged slightly from the intrusion in his throat.
“Fuck!” I moaned when I felt my tip hit the back of his throat. “Yes baby, I’m gonna cum.” I said, tightening my grip on the counter so my knuckles were white. “Stay still and open your mouth.” I thrusted into his mouth, his hands coming up to rub my hips. His 13 tattoo showed through the bracelets he was wearing on his wrist. “Fuck baby, such a pretty mouth.” He smiled up at me around my cock, swallowing as I entered his throat.
When he did that, the knot in my stomach became impossibly tight. “Baby, I’m going to cum!” I groaned, thrusting a few more times before the knot snapped. “Good boy, take it all.” I crooned as he closed his mouth around me to keep all my cum in his mouth. I pulled out of his mouth. “Swallow.” I ordered. He opened his mouth wide to show me that he had swallowed it. “Such a little slut.”
“I’m hyungie’s slut.” Jimin purred as he pulled down his boxers. I pulled him close to me, thumb brushing over his nevermind tattoo on his chest.
“Want me to eat you out, or finger you kitten?” I asked. He hummed in thought.
“Both please, hyungie.” He requested, bending over so his upper body was resting on the counter.
“You are such a little slut for me, kitten.” I said, running my hands over the globes of his ass. I pulled them apart slightly to expose his hole. I bent down and moved my tongue over it, making him shiver and moan out softly. ched round and pushed my fingers into his mouth. “Suck.” I said. He got to work, swirling his tongue around each individual digit, coating them in saliva. After a few minutes I pulled them out of his mouth before pushing two into him, making him cry out. I use my tongue as well, making the wet muscle lick over and around his hole.
He moaned out as he panted slightly, his legs shaking. “Already close, baby?” I asked, knowing the tell tale signs of him about to cum.
“Yes, hyungie. Ahhhh.” Jimin moaned as I added another finger, moving down to lick at his perineum. “Hyungie yes, right there.” He cried out as I pushed against his prostate. “Can I cum, please, can I cum.” He begged.
“Go ahead baby.” I said, allowing him to splatter his cum on the counter in front of him. “Such a messy boy.” I chuckled, making him whine in embarrassment.
“Thank you hyungie.” He said, catching his breath. I grabbed some tissue and wiped him down.
“I love you, Yoongi.” Jimin said, pecking my lips.
“I love you too, pretty boy.” I replied. “Come on, get dressed, they’re going to be looking for us soon.” He nodded and quickly got dressed, putting on some leather pants that clung tightly to his ass and thighs. “I think you just gave me another boner, pretty boy.”
“Oh really?” He smirked, turning around, his chest bare.
“Put your shirt on.” I laughed, making him giggle. It’s strange that you never realise how much you miss someone until you see them again.
Throughout the entire fansign, Jimin stuck by my side, sometimes holding my hand underneath the table or I would have my hand on his thigh. We took selfies together and made each other laugh. It made me realise just how much I missed being around them and also how different things were going to be now, and just how ready I was for it.
The other members noticed this, and some had small smiles. But Taehyung and Namjoon still looked unsure. It was as if they didn’t trust me anymore, which is something I didn’t want.
Before long, the fansign was over and we were piling back into the minivan to take us back to the dorm. Jimin was tucked up next to me, his legs pulled up and curled to his side. He was scrolling through his weverse, replying to some comments from ARMY. He soon came across the selfie that I posted of me and Y/N, making him smile.
“She’s really pretty.” He said softly as the van pulled off and started driving.
“She is, but she’s had a really horrible life.” I said, making him nod in understanding. “So just be careful with what you say about here. And don’t, whatever you do, bring up her ex.”
“Why?” Jimin asked, resting his chin on my shoulder.
“Because he abused her a lot. She had run away, which is how I met her. She was going to sleep in the park.” I explained. “He just wasn’t a very nice person, and she was terrified of him. But that’s okay because she has us to protect her.”
“Is she an ARMY?” Jimin asked.
“Yes, she is.” I replied. “She was dancing to ‘Spring Day’ when I found her. She’s a dancer too.”
“Really?” Jimin sounded excited. “That’s so cool. We can do dances together and stuff.”
“Yes, we can.” I said with a smile, wrapping my arm around him and holding him close. My phone started to ring, making him jump. It was my baby.
“Hey, baby. You okay?” I asked as I answered.
“Yeah, I was just looking at photos from the fansign today. Have you and Jimin made up?” She asked, making me smile knowingly.
“Yes, we have. Is it alright if he comes over? He really wants to meet you.” I said, making her gasp.
“Really?” I knew how insecure she was about meeting them as she thought they all hated her.
“Yes.” I nodded. Jimin tried to grab the phone from me. “He wants to talk to you.” I said, making her give an okay.
“Hi!” He said excitedly into the phone. I could hear the murmur of her voice as she spoke back to him. He chuckled. “Yeah, it was fun. I got a lot of things from ARMY.” He paused as she spoke. “Really?” He laughed. “Of course. Oh, please order some of that. I’ll tell Yoongi.” I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He mouthed “She’s ordering food for us.” I nodded. “We are almost at the dorm, so see you in about fifteen, twenty minutes. Of course, I can’t wait. See you soon!” He handed the phone back to me.
“Jagi?” I said, seeing if she was still there.
“Yes, oppa.” She replied.
“Are you okay?” I asked. “Feeling any better?”
“Yes, actually. I’m really excited to properly meet Jimin. It sounds like he is really all for me being added to the relationship.” She said, sounding happy. “I’ll see you soon. I’ve ordered pizza for us and we can have a movie night.”
“Sounds good princess. I’ll see you in a bit.” I hung up the phone and turned to Jimin. “Excited to meet your new girlfriend?” I asked, making him nod, a big smile on his face.
“I can’t wait to give her cuddles and lots of kisses.” He said, settling back against my shoulder. “We’re going to watch a movie together tonight. Can I stay over, we have a day off tomorrow?” He looked at me giving me puppy eyes. “Please hyungie?”
“How can I ever say no to this face?” I asked, cupping his cheeks and squishing them together, making him giggle. I pushed his blond hair out of his face as the van pulled up outside of the dorm. “Do you need to grab anything?” I asked.
“Nope. I’ll just steal your clothes.” He said with a small smile. “Come on, come on, come on! Let’s go!” He took hold of my hand and pulled me off the minivan and started dragging me towards my apartment.
“Jiminie, where are you going?” Namjoon shouted after us.
“I’m going to stay at Yoongi hyung’s tonight.” Jimin replied. “If you have a problem with it, I really don’t care.” He turned to me, dragging me again. It was quite sweet seeing him so determined to meet my soulmate. He really did care. Especially since he sassed Joon like that. “Come on, let’s go! The pizza is probably already there!”
“Okay, Jimin, we’re going!” I said with a laugh, allowing him to lead me to my apartment.
#angst#fluff#bts ot7#bts x reader#Poly BTS#bts poly#btspolyau#dom!hoseok#dom!yoongi#dom!namjoon#switch!jin#sub!jimin#sub!taehyung#sub!jungkook#what do you think?
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rich girl | m.
⟡ word count: 6,708. ⟡ genre: smut, a bit of angst if you squint. ⟡ contains: a blowjob, facefucking, overstimulation, squirting, dirty talk, shower sex, copious use of petnames, just a whole lot of sin.
summary: wonwoo likes to call you a rich girl, and you hate it because it’s true. in fact, you hate a lot of things: your friends, your parent’s attitude, the way your life is supposed to be perfect even though you’re miserable. not much makes you happy, except for a punk boy who you can’t even be with.
a/n: this is a reupload because for some reason tumblr wasn’t showing me my own posts? anyways, sorry for the wait!! enjoy hehe.
your parents don’t like wonwoo.
even better – they don’t like the fact that you like him.
wonwoo isn’t supposed to be someone you like. he’s kind of foul-mouthed, awfully conceited, and he probably makes deals with the devil in his spare time. he likes to hang around those dimly lit corners at night, just outside the local shops, puffing from a cigarette beneath the dusty street light and chuckling amongst his friends. they all hang out together. they’re very tightknit in the way that they only meet on the corner to smoke and laugh and then head their separate ways when it gets late enough.
honestly, you didn’t think you were going to like wonwoo either. most friday nights you go out for drinks with the daughters of your mom’s friends. she’s a business lady, very professional, makes good money, and has the politeness and etiquette of a true monarch. her friends mirror her every quality, and so do their daughters. you like them, even when they snap at you to sit straighter or give you unnecessarily stern glances while you swallow your alcohol in inhumane gulps. they’re great, but they give you a headache.
also, they’re the only friends you have, even if they’re not very good ones. they once left you to get home by yourself when you got too “drunk” for their liking. not wanting to soil their sophisticated reputations, they literally abandoned you after your wobbly trip to the bathroom to fix your makeup. you came back to an empty table. when you left the bar, this unknown man tried to take you by the arm, promising that there was a telephone just around the corner for you to make a call. your cellphone was dead anyways.
“what the fuck are you doing?”
there was a deep, displeased voice that echoed from the street corner as the mystery man tugged you away. you couldn’t help but stumble in your saint laurent heels. they didn’t add much height, yet you felt as though you were walking on stilts. quickly, you made eye contact with wonwoo. he stepped away from the pole and removed the cigarette from between his bubblegum lips, just before he adjusted the glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. the air was cold, so he wore a beanie that pulled his hair back.
the man stuttered in response. he attempted to configure a convincing statement, but wonwoo cut him off.
“do you know him?” wonwoo asked you directly. his friends were silent as they crowded the corner, but they looked ready to pounce.
“n-not re-really, no.” you fought to respond sluggishly.
wonwoo then narrowed his eyes at the man who was digging his nails into your skin.
“do you know her?” the man countered. he sounded almost petulant.
“no,” wonwoo admitted impassively, “but i’m not an idiot, and i’ve hung around here long enough to see my fair share of fucking weirdos. go slink back to the other side of the street before i shove my cigarette past your eye socket and into your cranium.”
honestly, wonwoo’s words almost turned you completely sober. the man looked like he wanted to argue, but his pathetic type doesn’t usually put up a fight when their plans are directly thwarted. he released you, and melted away into the night like a sad, shrinking shadow.
“do you need to use my phone?” wonwoo was already revealing it from his pocket.
you nodded. you knew your mother would explode into fumes if you called her at this hour, so you dialled the local taxi service and decided to wait right outside the bar. you wanted to thank wonwoo for intervening when he did. he didn’t necessarily look like a bad person, but his tainted mouth and snarky expressions didn’t exactly shift him into the light.
“thanks,” you told him as you handed over his phone, “i-i appreciate what you dd-did.”
wonwoo made the effort to blow the smoke from his cigarette away from your face.
“it’s fine,” he shrugged, “happens all the time. figured i’d just stand here and be useful i guess.”
so there is a reason you’re always at this corner.
that’s what you wanted to say, but you were too shy, too foggy, to articulate any other acknowledgement apart from a tight-lipped smile. since then, you knew wonwoo would be someone you liked.
wonwoo liked to call you a rich girl. it bothered you, mostly because it’s true. you wore diamonds in your ears, pricey jewels on your fingers, dressed in luxury outfits and designer products. you lived a lavish life because your parents were well off, but it’s not like you tried to rub it in everyone’s face. in fact, you were quite modest, and you only wore the jewelry because your mother never stopped draping you in it. after your first encounter with wonwoo outside the bar, you greeted him again on the street upon exiting the floral shop.
he was alone, not even smoking a cigarette, instead sucking on a vibrant, cherry red lollipop. you could smell its sugary coating the second you stood in front of him.
“hey, rich girl.” he nodded. “how’s life treating you?”
the only reason you approached him was out of gratitude. you had already thanked him for his intervention that one night, but you wanted to thank him again now that you weren’t intoxicated and cloudy in the head. notably, your expression soured at his words.
“rich girl? that’s not my name.”
wonwoo looked you up and down skeptically. his eyes were a strong, earthly shade of brown behind his glasses, but in that afternoon sunlight, they flared up slightly, and the colour was more molasses-like. thick and sweet.
“are you joking?” he seemed like he wanted to laugh, and swirled the lollipop to the opposite corner of his mouth. “babygirl, those heels you’re wearing are more than my rent.”
you didn’t know why, but you were transiently overwhelmed with the urge to drop to your knees and let him fuck your mouth right there on the corner. was that too soon? oh well. you already thought it. remembering you were supposed to feel disrespected at his comment, you crossed your arms, though it only accented the jaded bracelet your friend bought you as a birthday gift.
“i’m going to pretend i didn’t hear anything you just said. i wanted to thank you for getting me out of that situation last week. i thought i should tell you again, now that i’m… well… sober, i guess i could say.”
you then swallowed tightly. “do you really stand there to stop creeps from taking advantage of people?”
wonwoo shrugged. he then tousled his hair, which had been flopping in multiple directions. it was on the longer side, and seemed to be the same colour as dark, silvery ashes, though the roots were pretty much black. his hair looked so soft and springy. you almost wanted to comb it down for him.
“i’m just at the right place at the right time.” he said.
what did that even mean? you simply accepted his response and pressed on.
“well, i wouldn’t mind repaying the favour one day. do you want a coffee or something?”
“no.” wonwoo replied sharply. “you could do me one better and slip me a couple hundred from your pretty bank account. i’m trying to get the local black tar heroin dealer off my back.”
you nearly choked.
“wha-what? are you… serious?”
wonwoo maintained his staid, emotionless expression, and you were really starting to believe that there was a black tar heroin dealer running rampant in the streets that might pop wonwoo if he didn’t pay him off. but then a gradual smile pulled up his lips, and you wanted to retract your entire offer.
“yes, it’s a joke. you’re too easy. the only drugs you’d find in this part of town is the ibuprofen for your grandma’s arthritis. you don’t get out much, do you, rich girl?”
you gaped widely at him.
“careful, baby,” he smirked, and he suddenly brought his hand out, raising your chin with his cold fingertips to close your mouth. “don’t breathe too much of this cheap air. it’s not filtered.”
in a bubbling, festering haze of anger, you snapped his hand away.
“for your information i—,”
abruptly, you heard your name echo from down the street. turning around, you watched your mother exit the floral shop, carrying a pale green wrapping of scarlet poinsettias. they were so huge that the petals almost covered her entire face. it wasn’t her fault, but she couldn’t have picked a worse time to come looking for you, especially when she was cloaked in the thick warmth of her sable fur coat. you sighed deeply and faced wonwoo again. he’d lost his lollipop, attempting to spark up a cigarette instead.
“aren’t these just gorgeous?” your mother swooned, running her fingers over the butter-soft petals. “they certainly cost a pretty penny to get such an exquisite arrangement, but i couldn’t help myself!”
you wanted to sink straight into the earth. wonwoo was looking between you in pure amusement as he crammed his lighter inside a pocket on his jeans. your mother didn’t even seem to notice him until he took his first puff, the distinct potency of the smoke making her nose scrunch.
“a-and who’s this, dear?” she couldn’t even mask her discomfort as she inquired you about wonwoo. at that point, you hadn’t even known his name yet.
“wonwoo,” he introduced himself, “a new friend of your daughter.”
“oh, how lovely,” she nodded at him while forcing a crooked grin. “honey,” she then placed her hand on your shoulder and spoke closely into your ear, “your father is parked down the street. we need to leave soon and get these out of the cold, so please finish your conversation quickly.”
as soon as she slipped past you and began striding swiftly toward the car, you could already taste the muddled defeat on your tongue. if you weren’t protruding the mirage of a spoilt rich girl then, you certainly were now. at least he didn’t blow any smoke into her face, though that didn’t diminish the fact you were going to receive a lengthy lecture in the car.
“why would you say we’re friends?” you scolded wonwoo.
“because you don’t have any.” he responded matter-of-factly while tapping some ash off his cigarette.
“that’s not true! what do you even know about me anyways, apart from that i’m rich.” you made sure to incorporate in-air quotations.
wonwoo pushed back the silver tresses dancing in front of his glasses, embracing the cool, afternoon current against his face.
“not a lot,” he admitted, “you come for drinks every few fridays. sit at the table looking like you hate your life and all the people in it. then you leave with your phony little rich clique.”
“not to be rude, wonwoo—” you almost wanted to laugh; you came here to thank him. now that ship had completely sailed— “but you’re kind of a dick.”
he then had the nerve to roll his eyes. “you’d drop to your knees and suck mine in a second, babygirl. now didn’t your mother say you should hurry up and get in the car? the princess can’t be out of the palace i’m guessing, especially not to talk to assholes on street corners.”
what else could you do apart from swallow your own frustration, bite your lip, and brush past him? there was nothing. it was too bitter to stand outside anyways. a strengthening winter wind was beginning to pick up from the north, the sting making your eyes water. at the same time, your cheeks were hot metal. if no one were on that street, you certainly would have taken him right into your mouth and sucked him dry. he was ridiculous and cruel, but you loved the unhinged nature he unearthed in you. it was liberating in a sense.
you wondered what would become of your relationship.
“where did you say you were going again?”
you looked up from the porcelain dinner plate, in which you’d been picking at the last few crumbs of your wine reduction pineapple cake. it wasn’t your favourite dessert, though you always finished every meal out of respect for the family’s personal chef. you saw your father reach for his water glass. he took a long sip and eyed you over the candlelight and scarlet poinsettias. it was in a way that was completely and unabashedly suspicious.
“ester and i are going to the jewellers to get a custom necklace as aria’s christmas gift. i told you like five times already.”
of course, that was a gigantic lie. you and ester had already gotten the precious necklace last week, you just needed a reasonable excuse.
“and you’re coming straight home, correct?” his voice was stern and unnegotiable.
“i always do.”
“not always.” your mother chipped in as she cut a piece of the glazed cake with her fork. “you’re not going to see that one character, are you?” she always called people with less fortune characters, like they weren’t even considered to be real.
“who?” you acted clueless, and poured yourself more of the sugary, pink lemonade.
“you know who,” there was already a note of displeasure in her voice, “that boy from the corner. the one who smokes. i wasn’t very impressed by his actions.”
you started to squeeze the white cloth across your lap. “he’s trying to quit. i’ve persuaded him.”
“he won’t do it,” your father shook his head, “and he’s not right for you. i don’t want you near him.”
“and that’s why you’re coming straight home after the jewellers.” your mother continued, not allowing you the breadth to speak.
this family couldn’t get any more ridiculous, you were tempted to scream. instead, you pushed out your chair and collected the utensils sitting on your placemat. a maid passing by had scrambled to assist you, though you told her thoughtfully that you could take care of yourself. in actuality, it was the perfect time to get going, just as you could feel the anger warm your own blood to a boiling crimson. you threw on a long peacoat, a spritz belonging to a vanilla perfume, and your saint laurent opyum heels.
“i’ll be home soon!” you shouted down the marbled corridor, but it was only your own voice that echoed back to you.
your knees were beginning to lose feeling from being pressed against the sponge-like carpet of wonwoo’s bedroom, and they would probably ache like hell whenever you came to your feet again, but for the time being, you really didn’t care. your hands were braced against wonwoo’s knees as his hand tangled possessively through your hair, each of his tugs causing your scalp to burn and tingle. you were crying. you loved to be used by him, and he loved using you. especially the warm inside of your slick mouth.
“ff-fuck, that’s it, babygirl, j-just let me fuck your pr-pretty fuckin’ face.” quickly heeding his words, wonwoo bucked his hips up in a sudden snap, the head of his cock nuzzled deep against your throat.
consequently, you gagged, and there were glossy trails of your own saliva uncomfortably pooling down your chin. he bucked up again, his fingers clasping your hair even tighter. you were struggling to breath around him, white, cottony spots blurring your vision while he forced you to take him even further. you were clutching onto his knees with enough strength to bruise his pale skin. but hearing his voice, lined with lust, heavy and laboured, how it hitched when everything felt too good; you were addicted to it.
“you’re so good at this—,” wonwoo grunted through his teeth upon jamming your head down again, “m’gonna cum down your f-fuckin’ throat, baby. be a good girl n’ m-make sure you swallow a-all of me, huh?”
you learned that wonwoo was really filthy. he didn’t have a preference for where he came, though you had to regulate his carelessness. if any of your clothes even got one rip, one pulled up thread, or god forbid a stupid ejaculation stain, your mother would put your head on a mahogany plaque. wonwoo always made fun of you for belonging to a rich family, having to act like the town’s local sweetheart because one wise crack might cost your parents a lost business partner. but you knew he loved it.
the elegant daughter of a rich heir running around with the outlandish punk? he adored it.
eventually, you had to come up for breath or else you would’ve fainted between his thighs. the air gushed into your lungs and coldly filled your chest. a string of your spit was connected from wonwoo’s flushed, hard cock to your wet lips. you could hardly discern anything that surrounded you. the oxygen had yet to thoroughly circulate and the tears were creating a thick blur. wonwoo started to stroke himself while you prepared to take him once more. the empty void in your mouth was a horrible feeling.
“you look like a fucking mess.” wonwoo grinned as he noted that your body was shaking. “am i being too rough with you, babygirl? should i just jack myself off and cum all over your face instead?”
“n-no,” you suckled in a half-hearted breath, “i-i can do it.”
wonwoo smirked. “you still want it down your throat?”
you could see him clearly now. his cheeks were tinted pink, and his eyes were impossibly dark, glittering in anticipation. without thinking, you nodded eagerly, knowing this was what you wanted. he then tapped his cock against your swollen lips, to which you opened up again and calmly took him as deep as you could. he watched your eyes glister with more tears before he started thrusting up into your mouth. his fingers were gentle. they brushed the stray spindles from your face, now destroyed by tears and drool.
“i’m surprised your tears aren’t pure gold,” he laughed, “i guess you aren’t so special.” your spine tingled as his hand crept back through your hair. “m’gonna make you cry even harder, baby.”
his grip had turned to solid iron against your scalp. you got less than a sliver to brace yourself for his unrelenting treatment, in which he pushed you straight down on his cock and kept your face right where he wanted it. with his hand against the back of your head, wonwoo snapped his hips upward, feeling you immediately gag in response. then, he unleashed on you, using your mouth as a mere fucktoy, getting all his pleasure’s worth from you in each of his hard thrusts. everything was so overwhelming and rapid.
wonwoo couldn’t help the mantra of guttural, taunt curses. he started to moan even, his deep voice cracking the second he felt his sticky cum start to abundantly spurt. without a warning, you struggled slightly to accept and swallow it, though wonwoo was intent on keeping you flush to his pelvis until every drop was polished off. he was still thrusting shallowly into your mouth, and you could feel his length gradually begin to soften. his release was warm, and it was similar to cream sliding down your throat.
after he removed himself from your mouth, he titled up your head by the chin.
“did you swallow it all yet?”
you shook your head. quickly, the side of your hot cheek was met with wonwoo’s hand. he’d given you a timid slap, one that wasn’t meant to hurt, but stung gingerly.
“i wanna see you swallow, babygirl.” he purred. “be good, won’t you?”
your tears were dribbling uncontrollably as you fully swallowed his seed. god, your throat felt like it was on fire. each muscle in your jaw was burning up ardently. your knees were so numb you didn’t even think you could stand. there wasn’t enough time for wonwoo to return the favour. you were sure he could smell the thick scent of your arousal, especially as it ruined your underwear and shone on your inner thighs.
but you didn’t care. having him use you for the night was enough.
“are you alright?” wonwoo asked, getting himself back in his pants.
you didn’t respond, just gripped onto his knee tightly and attempted to stand. your opyum heels were still on, and you nearly broke an ankle as the blood rushed into your legs. wonwoo stood also. he stabilized you by holding your shoulders, at least for a good minute. pulling back your sleeve, you rid the tears that stained your face with a quick wipe from your hand. you were going to have to be very speedy getting back to the house, unless you wanted your father to send the swat team after you.
“god,” you sighed with a raspy, dying voice, “i hate my life.”
wonwoo scoffed at you lightly.
“what lie did you tell them this time?”
you muttered, “i was going to the jewellers.”
“that’s a long time to be at the jewellers.”
“i know that,” you snapped quickly in response.
more tears pushed at your ducts. you couldn’t believe how unhappy you were, even despite having every material thing you could ever want. sometimes that particular thought would just pummel you out of nowhere and you’d fight back the urge to cry.
wonwoo’s hand cupped the side of your face. his thumb stroked gently beneath your eye and he leaned in to kiss your mouth softly. his tongue tasted like a cherry lollipop. he really was trying to quit smoking.
“what are you gonna do, babygirl?” wonwoo hummed, pressing his forehead against yours as he continued to brush your cheek.
you held his waist. “i dunno,” you croaked, “my parents don’t like you. my dad doesn’t want me near you.”
“then don’t tell him i fucked your face, princess. it’s easy.”
there was a puff of meek laughter in your chest. for a few more minutes, you let wonwoo hold you. it was the most comfortable and happy you’d felt all day. you were running short on time. the first thing you’d do when you get home would be to run a hot shower and most likely finger yourself while you thought about wonwoo’s cock lodged deep down your throat. maybe one day you’d really snap and stuff all your belongings in a suitcase and come live with him in the shitty scope of town.
but for now, that seemed unattainable.
you’d have to come up with another lie as to why you just spent two hours at the jewellers.
“the earrings were the most magnificent things i’d ever seen! i’m going to wear them for my modelling gig next month, in paris of course. i’ll even text you guys some photos of them when i get home. they have these little opal centres that absolutely sparkle.”
just one more word. if you had to listen to aria babble one more word about her modelling gig or her stupid opal earrings or her all-expense paid trip to paris then you might have to throw your glass of chardonnay in her face. those were the only three things she talked about. then the month would change and she’d have another three things to drive into the mud, yet everyone at the table ate up her words like they were a slice of chocolate cake. you were starting to develop a headache.
“that’s wonderful, aria!” ester was gleaming as she readjusted the strap on her pearl-white dress. you could just tell she was dying to incorporate tales of her own wealth into the conversation. “i can’t wait to see your modelling pictures. that reminds me, i still have some old videos from when i went parasailing in bali. do you guys wanna see them?”
everyone started crowding around ester’s side of the table, attempting to view the footage she was pulling up on her phone screen. however, you didn’t budge, and continued to stare with a dull look in your eyes out the bar’s front window. through the glass, you could see wonwoo standing at the street lamp with his friends, swirling around another lollipop from cheek to cheek. you wondered if it was cherry. his last flavour had been green apple. you tasted it on his tongue when he’d fucked you in the backseat of his car.
but that was a week ago.
“don’t you want to see?” ester was smiling at you.
winding your fingers around your thin wine glass, you shrugged. “i’ll pass.”
“suit yourself.” ester replied, and started to play her first video.
you hated everything about this situation.
wonwoo was right. you really didn’t have any friends, and that became especially clear as you observed everyone at the opposite end of the table, adoring ester’s cute, ditsy little parasailing videos that her boyfriend took. you wished you liked the same things these girls did. your life would be one-hundred times more enjoyable if you just embraced your sumptuous blessings and shed a couple brain cells to be on the same level as them.
then again, you didn’t want to be exactly like them.
they left you to get home by yourself just because you drank too much. at a bar.
pressing the wine glass against your lips, you tilted your head back and easily gulped down the remaining chardonnay. it was a pleasant coolness that streamed down your throat, and you slammed the glass onto the table once it was emptied; even slouched back in your seat and didn’t bother patting your lipstick dry with a tissue. aria raised an eyebrow at you. she looked like she was itching to say something. you were in the mood for a challenge. if she was going to make a passive aggressive comment, it better be soon.
“i hope you have a designated driver.” she finally decided to chuckle.
you rolled your eyes. “shut up, aria.”
ester and her friends immediately looked up from the phone.
“excuse me?” aria replied while tucking a strand of her behind her ear. she seemed a bit baffled by your sudden disdain. “i don’t believe i’ve ever heard you speak like that.”
you were beyond a point of caring. “what are you gonna do then? tattletale on me? you’re such a fake.”
“that’s way out of line.” ester intervened, staring you down intensely. “why are you acting like this?”
“whatever.” you stood up from the chair and reached for your coin purse, revealing a wadded clump of cash that you slapped on the lacquered table. admittedly, the alcohol concocted with your frustration (not to mention being around wonwoo’s snide personality) had quite the effect on your behaviour. if you never had to see these girls again, it would be too soon. you couldn’t believe that you’d even went through the effort of buying aria a christmas present. the only thing she gifted you was a card with her signature on it.
like that was fucking useful.
“i think you need to leave.” ester announced like you weren’t already gathering your things.
“exactly.” you falsely commended her.
she probably had a pea-sized diamond in her skull instead of an actual brain. “i’m leaving now before you guys get the chance to ditch me. don’t worry about it though. i can actually walk myself out this time.”
if only you had a camera ready to capture their gobsmacked expressions. it would have been embarrassingly laughable. you flicked past them toward the door and pushed into the nighttime air, which was crisp and wonderfully cold to your warmed flesh. you felt powerful for summoning the courage to break ties with them, and yet, at the same time, you found that you were on the verge of tears. they deserved to have their toxic behaviour thrown back in their face. it was just that you felt a bit broken.
now you truthfully were alone. well – apart from wonwoo.
you approached him as he stood at the corner, still suckling on his lollipop. him and his friends were in the midst of a humorous conversation when you tapped on wonwoo’s hard shoulder. you always wondered what they spoke about. it always seemed more interesting than the lifeless talk you once endured inside the bar. he didn’t seem all that surprised to see you, though he did look with concern at the watery film across your eyes. you could smell the sweetness of his lollipop; it had to be strawberry.
“are you okay?” wonwoo asked, his breath forming wispy cotton against the dark sky.
you ignored his question. “i want to go back to your place.” you told him.
“now?” he raised his eyebrow.
“yes. now would be good. i’ve just been thinking, and i really want you to eat me out.”
you didn’t care if his friends overheard. apparently, wonwoo didn’t care either. he smirked at you and licked his lips, though there remained a bit of uncertainty in his eyes. you had yet to answer his initial question. from inside the bar, you knew those girls were staring at you, watching you talk to wonwoo.
they were definitely going to tattle to your parents.
your fingers clawed mercilessly over the bed, practically uprooting the linens tucked beneath the mattress as wonwoo kept your thighs tightly locked apart. everything felt so dense, so hot, like the universe was pushing down on your chest and igniting flame inside of your body. you lifted your head off his pillow, only capturing a mere glimpse of his pink tongue gliding past your slit, the muscle coated purely in your arousal. he started to fuck you with his tongue, digging it as deep as he could within your heat.
unabashedly, you moaned, extremely loud and most likely disturbing everyone in his apartment complex. everything about the technicality and purpose of his movements was pushing you toward a climax that would be unlike any other. he was so impatient to get a taste of you that he hadn’t even taken your skirt off, instead bunching the pleated material up against your stomach while your underwear were thrown to the floor. suddenly, you were gasping, and your head collapsed back to the pillow.
wonwoo had managed to wriggle his hand between your thighs. as he ran his tongue in hot, fervent licks against your needy clit, he pushed two fingers inside of you, scissoring you open.
“ffuh-fuck, wonwoo!” you wailed, your hand grasping at his soft hair to keep his tongue against you. “it fe-feels s-so … s-so fucking go-good!”
he’d been taking his sweet time in building up your climax. you allowed him to have his way with you, since he knew how to work your body as though he were magic. his fingers started to curl. it didn’t take him long before they were hitching up into that one golden spot, the one that caused the entire room to whirl. you could tell that he was smiling. he began to messily circle his tongue around your clit. the sensation of the warm, wet muscle pleasuring your most sensitive region was leaving you breathless.
“c’mon, babygirl,” wonwoo mumbled against your core, his fingers thrusting up heavily and abusing that spot inside of you, “you gonna let go and let me taste your cum? you’re fucking dripping all over the bed.”
there was a glimmer of drool leaking from the edge of your mouth. you were so blissed out and crammed with euphoria that you could hardly articulate a response. wonwoo wasn’t giving you much of a chance either. he started a brisk pace rubbing his tongue against your clit, and then he closed his plump lips around you to better flick it with the pink muscle. his bicep was probably burning as he slammed his fingers deep into your heat, making you squelch. your slick had thoroughly soaked the sheets beneath you.
“fuck, fuck, fuck,” you panted, arching your chest into the air, “i-it’s s-so much, w-wonwoo—m’gonna—nngh—m’gonna cc-cum!”
wonwoo kept your hips pressed firmly to the mattress with one arm as your pleasure exploded. the tears easily streamed down your flustered, glossy face as this extreme contraction passed through you. it was incredibly wet, too wet, and you knew exactly what had happened as wonwoo pulled out his glistening fingers and completely buried his face between your thighs. god, it was fucking embarrassing. you would have curled away from him if wonwoo wasn’t so persistent. he kept licking at you, hard and fast.
at that point, your tears were no longer tiny beads. the sensitivity had left your nerves completely raw, and you sobbed helplessly as wonwoo continued to eat you out. his tongue felt like it was lapping everywhere, impatient and hungry. you tried to pull him away by dishevelled hair, but he swatted your hand back and bit down softly on your swollen clit. before you even knew what was happening, wonwoo had somehow forced your body into another orgasm. his tongue was inside of you as the second wave hit.
“pl-please,” you whimpered in utter fragility, the mixture of pleasure and pain becoming too overwhelming as wonwoo attempted to lick you clean, “pl-please, wonwoo… i-it huh-hurts..”
he chuckled against your sore flesh warmly. “are you sure you’re done, baby? bet i could make you squirt again if i was real gentle.”
“i-i don’t want to talk about it…” you said shakily. honestly, you didn’t even know your body was capable of feeling that much stimulation and pleasure. it was cosmic.
“awe, don’t be embarrassed,” wonwoo hummed, “you have no idea how fucking hot that was.”
“i don’t want to know.” you sighed.
wonwoo scoffed innocuously. he pecked the inside of your thigh, then each hip bone, before he crawled overtop of you and let you taste your own sweetness off his tongue. you spent a few minutes idly making out, smearing saliva over each other’s flushed lips, running your hands up and down his broad, hard chest, leaving scarlet rivulets along his biceps. wonwoo began teasing his fingers against your slit again, and you gasped into the kiss as his finger sunk into you, slowly, deeply.
“what’s wrong?” wonwoo asked while pumping the digit at a gentle pace.
“what do you mean?” you squeaked, staring into his brown eyes tinged with his earlier concern.
“you know what i mean,” wonwoo hummed, “why were you about to cry outside the bar? what happened?”
“are you sure we should discuss this while you’re fingering me?”
“baby, just tell me.” wonwoo urged with a comforting tone in his voice. he started to massage his thumb over your clit, and your entire body jolted.
you sniffled. “i-i just, i— i kind of cut ties with my friends. a-and i’m glad i did it but now i’m just gonna be even more a-alone.”
“of course not,” wonwoo shook his head, “you have me.”
“are you sure?”
slight amusement and shock coloured wonwoo’s face. he pulled his hand away from your core and looked like he wanted to laugh. you couldn’t blame him, but you also couldn’t help your insecurity.
“i’m sure, baby.” he told you firmly. “i’ll always be here for you. i promise.”
you smiled up at him, feeling your heart start to soften.
“can we take a shower?” you then proposed. “i want to get these tears off my face before they dry.”
while wonwoo was busy getting the water running inside the bathroom, you noticed your phone start to glow and vibrate on his nightstand. it was your mother’s number on the screen. taking a long, slow breath, you flipped your phone upside down and ignored the call. it was a risky move, but it felt almost healing in a sense to turn away from the stress in your life. instead, you focused on what mattered in the moment.
wonwoo joined you in the shower, the water gliding in silk-like pathways around his lean muscle and smooth skin. he pushed back his wet hair, sparkling droplets sticking heavy to his eyelashes. he pressed you against the tiles, and their icy touch sent a shiver up your spine. in the midst of the steam and heat, he was kissing you again, suckling softly on your tongue and squeezing your breasts in his hands. his aching length, hard and heavy, brushed between your thighs, to which your palm started to glide up his shaft.
he smiled against your mouth, “you want my cock inside you, babygirl?”
the fire slowly rebuilt itself from the embers in your stomach.
“yes please.” you lilted innocently.
wonwoo decided to press your front against the glass wall instead of the tile. his lips were leaving drifting pecks up your shoulder blade, and he didn’t seem to be in a hurry. a rough, deep groan filled your ear as wonwoo rubbed his cock between your folds, allowing your arousal to coat him generously. however, you were yearning to feel how he filled you entirely, until you could feel him nestled right to the brink. wriggling your hips against him, it was your non-verbal cue for him to start sliding in.
he cupped your breasts in his hands, whispering into your ear, “how should i fuck you, baby? do you want it hard?”
as impatient as you were, there was something about the atmosphere that told you to prolong your intimacy. “n-no,” you mumbled as the fog swathed around you, “s-slow, i want to feel you.”
your moan was almost louder than the water spraying against the tiles when wonwoo started to push inside of you. once he was buried as far as could fit, he started to grind into you, extending his pace so that you could truly feel his every inch and vein. his fingers were massaging your chest, the round flesh almost like velvet to his touch. everything about your body was endearingly soft and warm. he loved it.
“does it feel good, babygirl?” wonwoo purred. he was situated at such a pleasurable depth inside you that you felt like complete gelatine. he thrust into you a little harder, but it was enough to make you cry.
“s-so good,” you stuttered, licking the water off your lips. “do i feel good t-too?”
wonwoo smirked. he moved his hips at a shallow pace. “mmhm. you’re so tight and warm around me, baby. feels so perfect. how pretty do you think your pussy would look with my cum dripping out of it? should we try it?”
you pushed yourself back against his pelvis, “fill me up, wonwoo, please.”
“of course,” he grinned, and slowly dipped a hand down your stomach until you felt him begin to rub soft circles into your clit.
“let’s see how much you can take, babygirl.”
you were exhausted. you were sore. but you felt safe. you made an audacious decision and decided to spend the night at wonwoo’s rather than going home, where you knew you’d be greeted by an equally displeased mother and father that aria had snitched to. it was the first time you’d gone to bed without wearing pyjamas that weren’t expensive, pink satin. you were clad in nothing but one of wonwoo’s old t-shirts. he tried to give you one that didn’t still carry the scent of stale cigarette smoke.
his arm was around your waist, your spine resting comfortably against his chest while you lay together beneath the bedsheets. the sheet that was stained in your arousal had been tossed in the laundry hamper. you knew wonwoo would never stop teasing you about it. anyways, life felt different at his apartment; in fact, it felt better, especially when wonwoo kissed your temple before shutting off the light. your wealth had never been a defining factor in your personality, but it did make you consistently miserable.
that night, it was just you and a boy, a boy who you were quite positively in love with. maybe he loved you too. you weren’t completely certain yet, and you didn’t want to rush anything; however, you felt fairly confident his heart was likewise when he buried his face into your neck and wished you goodnight in his low, sleepy voice.
whatever your parents had to say, you’d find out tomorrow morning.
right now, you weren’t the rich girl, but a happy girl, and that mattered more to you than anything else.
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I don’t want a lot (Johnny x Reader)
I wrote this as part of @suh-insane’s walking in a winter wonderland collab, so thanks to her for hosting! Happy holidays and I hope y’all enjoy ❄️☺️
Genre: domestic fluff
Characters: Johnny, fem! reader, Ten
Warnings: nothing really just mentions of bad things that have happened this year lol. It’s a very...2020 fic. Also I guess some language. Also, smoking pot.
Rating: teen and up
Length: 3.5k
My movie quote is “They can’t evict you on Christmas! Then you’d be ho-ho-homeless!”
December 18th 2020, 4:37 p.m.
“Knock, knock!” You pound your fist against the wooden door in front of you, then pull your coat tighter around you. You’d moved to Chicago five years ago for college, and you’re still not sure if you’ll ever adjust to the snowy winter months. It was at said college that you met,
“Johnny Suh!” You bang a fist on the door three more times. “I know you’re in there. Take your headphones off, you dumbass.”
You’re about to pull your phone out of your pocket and go to the trouble of removing a glove to text your boyfriend when you hear the door unlock from the inside, a metallic tumbling sound.
When the door opens all the way, Johnny is standing just past the threshold of his apartment, his catlike lips curled up at the edges. He’s wearing grey sweatpants and a blue flannel, and his freshly dyed blond hair falls to where his headphones rest around the base of his neck. You can hear Nirvana coming from them because you are dating a stereotype.
Johnny leans his large frame against the side of the door where he had been holding it and smirks, but there’s nothing but softness behind the expression.
“Long time no see, sicko,” he teases.
You roll your eyes as he moves to let you pass into the entryway of his and Ten’s shoebox dwelling.
“You look even more like a deadbeat than you did a month ago,” you say, not moving because your clothing is starting to drip melting snow onto the floor and you don’t even know where to begin with taking it off. “This is proof you need me around taking care of you.”
Johnny pushes off the door and closes it, pausing his music. He crowds close and starts unwrapping your scarf so you don’t have to think about it anymore, shakes some of the slush off it so it pools at your feet, and hangs it on the coat rack. He does the same with your puffer jacket.
“Aw,” he pouts, “you don’t like the new color?” He tries to remove your beanie too, but it was part of your Outfit, so you yank it back down onto your head and give Johnny puppy dog eyes, choosing to ignore the way your heart rate picks up a little from the proximity. Hey, isolation was rough, okay? Johnny tucks your hair behind your ears instead.
“No, baby,” you say, starting to toe off your snow boots. “I love it. It’s very Disney prince, but simultaneously very… Kurt Cobain.” Johnny smiles and lets you finish stripping your winter gear, walking his way back towards his sofa until he’s sitting, legs wide. Snow falls in flurries past the window behind him. “It’s just that, I dunno, you look like you’ve been spending more time on Reddit or something.” Johnny sulks jokingly at your ribbing as you hang up your purse and try not to fixate on how cold the indoor air still is. “I can tell you haven’t gotten laid in a while,” you continue. “Oh wait! I forgot you have Ten around for that.”
Now it’s Johnny who’s rolling his eyes, but he doesn’t seem too offended because he beckons you over to sit with him. You follow his gesture, skipping towards him until you can curl into his side on the couch. He removes his headphones and lays his head against the crown of yours, taking your hand softly.
“It’s not my fault my girlfriend abandoned me for a month,” he complains, rubbing his thumb over yours.
This makes you chuckle. Oh, how you’ve missed him. “If that’s what you call ‘considerately protecting you from the Novel Coronavirus’,” you joke, “then I guess, but I refuse to apologize for doing my civic duty.”
Your case hadn’t been bad, but it was a logistical nightmare. You’d spent two weeks in total isolation, nursing a cough, guzzling hard alcohol straight to see if you could taste it, sending your best friend out to shop for you, and thanking your lucky stars for having a job that would let you work from home. You’d spent the next two waiting to test negative for the virus and a positive for antibodies. Johnny was initially distraught when you told him, sending you cloying messages and calling everyday to see if your symptoms were getting better or worse. Once you’d convinced him you weren’t dying though, he went back to his usual obnoxious self, joking about planning your funeral and accusing you of faking it to avoid him.
Johnny pulls you tighter into his side. “Whatever,” he concedes. “Is it safe to kiss you yet?”
You look up at him and shrug. “Nothing’s 100% but…”
That’s all the reassurance he needs to pull you into his lap and connect your lips. It's soft and languid, and you hold each other through it. His arms are so solid around your waist it simultaneously makes your heart flutter and makes you feel like you could relax and take a nap right here and now. When you pull away, Johnny runs his hands along your figure, as if to reassure himself you’re really there. The smile he gives you glows, but only for a moment. You curl yourself into the crook of his neck and place the back of your hand on his cheek, tender. His skin there scratches yours just the tiniest bit.
“I missed you,” he says, chuckling.
“Mm-hm, I missed you too,” you reply. “How are you, anyway? You said you had something to tell me?”
“Oh, yeah,” he says. He maneuvers you off his lap to sit by his side, and from this angle you can truly tell that he’s going sheepish. Suddenly it feels like there’s an alien hand in your stomach. What could this possibly be about? Johnny’s nervous silence gets your brain spinning – a zoetrope of stupidity. Am I being broken up with? No – obviously not. Does he have a family member dying of COVID? I fucking hope not; that’d be complicated on multiple levels. Maybe it’s good? Maybe he finally got a job offer but he has to move away or something.
Johnny starts talking before your mind can come up with any other ridiculous hypotheses.
“We’re getting evicted.”
You furrow your brow. Had you misheard him? You shake your head, incredulous. Johnny and Ten had always maintained a good relationship with their landlord. It didn’t make sense for everything to turn on a dime, even if they were struggling financially.
“You’re kidding,” is all you manage to say.
Johnny just purses his lips and raises his eyebrows as if to say, “it is what it is.”
What he really says is that he wishes he was kidding, but he’s not.
“Oh my god,” you respond, crossing your arms in irritation at, well, at everything lately. “Fuck! When is this happening?”
Johnny sighs. “Technically in a week.”
You feel the cogs of your post-COVID brain start to crank against each other. A week from today would be…hold on,
“Wait,” you say, as the situation starts to appear more and more ridiculous. “Like exactly a week from today? Like on Christmas? You’re being evicted on literal Christmas?” You’re trying really hard not to raise your voice, even if it’s clear that if you did, it would be out of indignation on Johnny’s behalf. You’re obviously not upset with him.
Johnny’s eyes roll around in their sockets as if this is the first time he’s contemplated the exact timing.
“Well, yeah, I guess a week from today is Christmas…”
The absurdity of this all is getting to you, and you can’t help it, you start to laugh. It’s that kind of nihilistic, fuck-all laughter that’s been one of the few things getting you through this year.
“They can’t evict you on Christmas!” you quote. “Then you’d be ho-ho-homeless!”
Johnny looks at you blankly for a second, so you contort your face into that open expression universally recognized as the “get it?” face.
“From Go?” You hint. “C’mon, Johnny boy.”
And before his nickname can fully escape your mouth, your boyfriend is cutting you off with a long sound of recognition and doubling over his lap in giggles.
“Good one,” he says into his right knee, and you giggle along with him. “Wholly inappropriate, but clever nonetheless.”
“Why, thank you,” you say, enjoying the levity, but unable to uproot the feeling of dread in your gut at Johnny’s conundrum.
Go is one of you and Johnny’s favorite movies to watch around Christmastime, mostly because it’s only tangentially related to Christmas, it’s kitschy and ridiculous, and has a plot that is 90% crime. You’re surprised he didn’t catch the reference more quickly, but to his credit, he has more pressing worries taking up mental space.
“Where is Ten, anyway?” you ask, looking around performatively at the messy and claustrophobic room. A silver plastic Christmas tree twinkles on a table in the corner. “Have you two talked about a plan yet?”
“He’s grocery shopping,” Johnny explains. “He’ll be home soon. And yeah, we have an idea.”
“You do? Because you could always move in with me.”
Johnny scrunches his face up. “I would love to live with you.” Your heart rattles a little in excitement, even though you know there will be a ‘but.’ Johnny goes on, “but you know both of us wouldn’t fit in your apartment. Where would Ten sleep? Or put his stuff? We’d all be on top of each other.”
You nod, defeated because you know he’s right.
“Hey,” Johnny says, “but we can always have the ‘moving in’ conversation again, okay?”
“Okay,” you say, grabbing his hand. “Sounds good.”
It suddenly feels very dark in the apartment (it’s still chilly enough you think you might be able to see your breath, but you aren’t about to complain because you know there’s a very good reason for that), so Johnny pushes himself up off the couch to turn on a couple of lamps.
“So,” he says, facing you from across the room, “we’re gonna be evicted on Christmas, no matter what the cinematographic masterpiece that is Go tells us is right or wrong. Christmas is just as much of a capitalist construction as our rent, after all.”
You’re about to pipe up again about how fucked that is and how surely they can come to some sort of agreement with the landlord, but Johnny anticipates this and keeps talking.
“We tried to argue, babe, but as I know you know, we don’t exactly have much of a leg to stand on.”
Johnny is right. Again. How many months behind were they on rent at this point? They’d gotten a few months delayed back in spring, but they still owed everything that built up from that before the end of the year, and they’d blown through their stimulus check a long time ago. Johnny has tried to find work, but the theater business hasn’t exactly been booming. Ten, for his part, is able to make a bit of money doing freelance illustration and teaching dance classes over Zoom from his room, but his studio’s engagement has dropped since March and he still unfortunately gets paid per student. You can’t help wanting to punch a wall in frustration at how unfair this all is, but it’s not like any of it comes as a shock. You’re not naïve. You and Johnny met at a leftist theory club for Christ’s sake.
“We’re helping organize a rent strike,” Johnny says, calming you down. Finally, a glimmer of hope. “We’re not the only ones in the building going through it right now, and we know a lot of the tenants who aren’t being evicted well enough we can convince them to join.”
Right then, the front door flies open and thwacks a startled Johnny in the back.
“I’m home!” Ten calls from behind a sack of groceries. You can’t even see his face yet. “I’m terribly sorry,” he directs at Johnny, then heaves the bag of food onto the kitchen counter which is also sort of in the middle of the living room.
“Ooh,” he coos when he sees you, still sat on the couch. “The missus is back!” He strips himself of his winter coat, ignoring your scoffing and revealing an oversized red and white striped sweater. He shimmies against the cool air and lets out a sort of squeal. “I was not built for this actual winter shit.”
“Hi, Ten,” you say once he finishes his theatrics. “Missed you.”
Ten shoots a sappy pout your way. “I miss you too. I’m so glad you’re feeling better! You have no idea how morose Johnny got without you constantly around. Can I give you a hug?”
You nod and try to warm up Ten’s tiny frame with yours while Johnny mutters something about Ten not knowing what “morose” means. When you break away, Johnny is rifling through the week’s haul to put things away.
“I see you didn’t go off-brand for the ramen,” Johnny remarks, stacking several Shin bowls in the cupboard. He turns to Ten with a raised brow. “Big spender.”
“They didn’t have anything else but if you would answer your damn phone I could have called and asked you about it.”
“I answer my phone,” Johnny grumbles, stowing some orange juice away in the fridge.
“Besides,” Ten continues, ignoring his roommate, “since I’m the only one making any money in this household I figured I’d give myself some discretion for spending it.”
Johnny grimaces, and you figure this is where you should probably step in.
“We were just talking about the rent strike, Ten. Johnny was filling me in.”
Ten turns his attention back to you, letting Johnny house the food items in peace.
“We’ll see how it goes,” says Ten, looking out the window just past your shoulder, “but I’m letting myself hope a little bit. As far as I’m concerned, they’ll be kicking my corpse out of here before they put me on the streets.”
Johnny scoffs. “Always so dramatic.”
“Says the former theater major.”
“Touché.”
You’d missed the ‘old married couple’ dynamic your boyfriend has with his roommate.
“But really, just, please try not to get the cops involved,” you plead. “I don’t want anyone getting hurt.”
“We’ll see what we can do,” says Johnny as he closes the last cabinet and crinkles the brown paper bag up for storage.
Ten shrugs. “No promises.”
You sigh.
Once everything is good and settled a few moments later, Ten decides the apartment needs a more festive atmosphere, so that’s how you end up getting dragged down the short hallway to Johnny’s room while Ten belts Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas is You” from the living room and accuses Johnny of being a scrooge. Even still, Johnny sways playfully from side to side as he walks backwards, shimmying his shoulders and mouthing the words with a smile between protestations that this is “not how I envisioned finally spending time again with my girlfriend!” The way he buries his hands into the sleeves of his flannel to make sweater paws makes your heart so full you want to curl up and die. But, moving on.
Once in his bedroom, Johnny flicks on a warm-hued lamp and watches fondly as you collapse on the bed.
“I really did miss you guys,” you say for what feels like the hundredth time in an hour.
Johnny’s lips press into a little smile. “Yeah. We missed you. A lot. Especially me – you have no idea.”
You laugh sardonically. “Based on your text messages, I think I actually do have an idea.”
Johnny flops down on top of you, crushing you a bit.
“Oh really?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. His golden hair is falling in your face and it tickles, but Johnny halts any laughter with a kiss, then dots tiny kisses all over your cheeks and nose. They tickle too.
“You wanna smoke?”
“Sure.”
Johnny has a pre-rolled joint on his bedside table, and you watch him light it, feeling like you’re in a snow globe with the fall of snowflakes outside. The sky is that weird greyish off-yellow that only comes with a snowy night.
After a couple of hits, Johnny lies back down next to you and hands you the joint. The smoke brings you that usual tight feeling, like your lungs are shrinking but at the same time swimming in radiant heat. You don’t know if you should technically be doing this right after COVID, but you’re young and your body is resilient; you figure you’ll be fine. Besides, you can already feel the pleasant lightness setting in around your mind. It’s a placebo at this point, no doubt, but the relaxed anticipation is nice. You take note of the fact that Johnny had started playing music while you were thinking about lungs. The Strokes’ “Under Control” is doing battle with Ten’s Christmas tunes still seeping in through the cracks in the door.
You hand Johnny his joint back and roll onto your side, supporting your head with one hand and curling the other into Johnny’s abundant hair.
“I just want to say one more time,” you begin, “if worse comes to worst, you can always move in with me.”
Johnny takes another hit and holds it for a second, leaving you in anticipation.
“I know,” he says simply. “But I really think this’ll work. I have to, right? Besides, if Ten had to hear us fucking multiple times a week we would all start to regret living together. That, I can promise.”
You laugh, burying your increasingly silly-feeling head into Johnny’s chest. “Okay, fair.”
There’s stillness for a few beats where you just count your and Johnny’s breaths, trying to synch them up. This doesn’t work though, since Johnny’s lungs are bigger. Then,
“There’s no way your parents would lend you some money?” Your voice comes out quiet. “Or let you stay with them for a while?”
Johnny looks down at you, letting out a heavy sigh. “No, no. That wouldn’t be a good idea for…so many reasons. Besides, they don’t exactly have an extra few months worth of Chicago rent lying around either.”
You nod against Johnny’s chest. “I figured,” you say. “Just checking.”
Johnny brushes his fingers through your hair and kisses your part. “I appreciate your concern,” he says, offering a slightly sly smile.
You kiss the white fabric of his undershirt. It’s been so long since the two of you just laid together, and it feels better than you could have hoped, Johnny’s body heat helping to alleviate some of the cold of an apartment gradually losing its utilities. You wish you could get closer than chest to chest. You kind of wish you could burrow into him, but not in a weird way, you know?
“I believe in you guys,” you say. “However I can help, I will.”
“Thanks.”
Apparently, Johnny is done with talking, because he pulls you in for a warm kiss. Then, he gets the brilliant idea to shotgun the pot smoke. This activity quickly devolves into a very giggly makeout session, only to be interrupted by Ten’s voice outside the door.
“I’m opening the door in five seconds, you guys,” he says, “and if Johnny’s dick is out when I get in there, I’m evicting both of you myself!”
You and Johnny fall together laughing as Ten cautiously cracks the door. He swats at the air in disapproval.
“Stinks…” he remarks. “Oh, thank god you’re decent. Anyway, John, if the lady is staying for the evening, you both need to come help cook dinner, because I am not your housemaid, even if I do look good in a maid costume. Chop-chop.”
It takes way too long to get up out of bed because Ten, as usual, has made both you and Johnny absolutely lose it. Eventually, you manage to rise, but Johnny pulls you quickly back against his lap.
“Hey!”
“Just a minute.” He presses one last kiss under your left ear. “I love you.”
You can feel your skin tingle, although it might just be the weed. Either way, you’ll never tire of hearing that. “I love you too, Johnny.”
“I think Mariah was right,” Johnny whispers, voice displaying mock awe as if he were coming to a mind blowing realization. “All I want for Christmas is you.”
You give him a sympathy chuckle because that was kind of cute, in a corny way, and Johnny just swats your ass a little in response to get you back up to standing.
“Well, you and some basic shelter would be ideal,” Johnny deadpans. “I don’t think that’s too much to ask but I guess we’ll see.” You smile sympathetically. This strike is no doubt going to make for a stressful week, but you’re glad it’s starting like this.
“Hey, love birds!” Ten hollers from the kitchen.
“C’mon,” you say with a laugh. “Let’s not leave him waiting any longer.”
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Every step of the way
Fandom: Stray Kids
Sickie: Hyunjin
Caregivers: Stray Kids
TW: cancer (remember this blog is about fluff and comfort, we don’t do sad here....)
No one’s POV.:
It had been almost half a year since that fateful day, the day a doctor told Hyunjin he wasn’t as fine as he always thought. The dancer had pushed the thoughts as far away from himself as possible, maybe if he didn’t acknowledge it, it wouldn’t be true. His mom was the first one who learned about his diagnosis, urging her son to get treatment immediately. The doctor had advised to try chemotherapy first, prescribing a bunch of pills the dancer would have to take for three days in a row, wait for three months and repeat. Planned were four two six cycles, depending on how well the boy would respond to the treatment. Hyunjin’s day to day life now included frequent doctor visits, which he somehow managed to go to in secrecy. He had done two cycles so far and both had left him throwing up for days afterwards. Both times his friends had been there, comforting him and holding his hair out of the way as they tried to help the dancer get over his ‘stomach bug’ quickly. His hyungs prepared him light meals while the youngers cuddled him, not getting tired of the dancer’s movie requests as they watched the same few dramas over and over again with him. Little did they know.
Hyunjin knew he had lost weight, which was a miracle since he didn’t even weigh much to begin with. Dancing which was one of the things he used to enjoy most, suddenly didn’t sound as appealing anymore. His stamina was decreasing and he felt fatigued most of the time, dancing just seemed way too tiresome to be fun. Minho and Felix were the first two to notice their friend not being himself. The dance-line often practiced alone and Hyunjin’s lack of drive soon showed. His dance was lacking the usual energy and he called for water-breaks more frequently. Their concerns were often brushed of with simple statements like ‘I should have gone to bed earlier last night’ or ‘I’ve already practiced earlier’. Changbin had gotten concerned when they were fooling around backstage and he had picked the younger up, noticing how shockingly easy it was. Was the dancer on a diet? He certainly didn’t need to.
With the next cycle of his therapy approaching, Hyunjin knew he needed to talk to his members. Their schedule was packed and he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep up. The dancer had dreaded the conversation with his group, having to tell them he wasn’t ok and that he needed a break. He didn’t even know how to do it, the thought of calling a group-meeting making his heart beat loudly and his hands shake. Pulling out his phone, he quickly typed a short message and asked if they could all talk after dinner. That way he wouldn’t be able to chicken out again. It was only a few hours till the other members would come back from their individual practices. Hyunjin had settled for memorizing his lyrics and practicing his rap in the safety and comfort of their dorm. Rubbing at his face and patting his cheeks a few times, he tried to get himself to focus on the lyric sheets in his lap, the letters and words muddling together and losing their meaning as his thoughts were everywhere but on the task on hand.
The time passed a lot faster than expected, and soon there was a knock on the door before Seungmin poked his head in to tell Hyunjin dinner was ready. The dancer sighed, putting his lyric sheets away. He had been less productive than he had hoped he’d be. Sitting down between Seungmin and Changbin, he accepted the plate Chan handed him. The leader had meant well, piling up a generous amount of food. Hyunjin frowned, he didn’t feel too hungry to begin with and the anxious knot twisting in his stomach certainly didn’t help his appetite. Mainly pushing the food around with his chopsticks, the dancer rearranged the words in his head and tried to figure out how he’d start the conversation later. The members noticed him spacing out but left him be, knowing their friend would talk to them later. The majority of the group was already done eating when Hyunjin hadn’t even finished half of his meal. He simply helped clear the table when the others were done, dumping the rest of his food into the trash since he didn’t feel like eating anymore than he had already forced down. “You really didn’t want to eat any more?”, Chan frowned, he didn’t want his dongsaeng getting even skinnier than he already was. The younger shook his head and walked over to the living room couch, sitting down while he waited for the others to join him.
They were all gathered and Chan sensed the nervousness radiating off of his dongsaeng, so as the leader he decided to start: “You wanted to talk to us, Jinnie? Go ahead, you have our attention.” The dancer cleared his throat a few times, scrubbing his sweaty hands against his pants to dry them. “I-I have cancer”, he blurted out, his mind blank and the carefully prepared speech forgotten. There was no reply, just eerie silence. His friends had heard him but were unable to grasp the meaning behind his words. Minho was the first to shake off the shock, patting the younger’s shoulder: “Not too bad, you got me there for a second.” A tear rolled down Hyunjin’s cheek and he shook his head. “Damn, you weren’t joking”, Minho cursed, pulling his dongsaeng into a tight hug. He didn’t want to let go any time soon, so he didn’t. Chan bit his lip, he knew something was up but he didn’t expect this. “We kinda figure something was off about you, just… ohh well. How long has it been?”, he sighed, slowly letting the news sink in. Avoiding the leader’s gaze, the dancer admitted: “’bout half a year. Those last two times I got sick were actually the side effects of the treatment.” Minho let go of him and settled for sitting on the floor against Hyunjin’s legs, which cleared the space for Jisung to come over and cling to his youngest hyung. “I had to tell you now because I’ll have to take the medication again in a few days and it will obviously take me down again for a while like the last times”, he hummed quietly, shuddering at the thought. Chan knelt down next to Minho and squeezed Hyunjin’s hand, assuring: “It’s okay, I’ll talk to our managers. We’ll clear your schedule and you just focus on resting and riding it out, yeah?”, the younger nodded, sniffling quietly as the leader continued, “Should you ever need to go on a hiatus, talk to me, okay? I know our livestyle is stressful and doesn’t allow much time to rest, so if you need a break, we’ll get you one.”
After a long silence, Hyunjin admitted with tears in his eyes: “I’ll probably need to at some point. It’s getting so hard to keep up with you when dancing but what if Stay will think Stray Kids is as good or even better without me?” – “That is not going to happen! Stray Kids is not Stray Kids without you hyung. Stay would want you to take care of yourself, just like we want you to. Do you remember what you told me when my anxiety got really bad? You said ‘there’s no shame in taking a rest, you come first, your job comes second’. Same goes for you too, hyung”, Jisung reminded, “We just want you to be well.” – “It’s j-just, I really loved dancing and now I can barely do it anymore. What if I’m not as good as before when all of this is over”, the older mumbled, playing with his sleeve. Tapping the dancer’s knee from where he was sitting on the ground, Minho spoke up with a firm expression: “Look at me, Jinnie. I’m good at dancing, so I can judge. You have so much natural talent as a dancer, that’s nothing that just suddenly vanishes. Yeah, you might forget about some of the moves but we are all here to remind you again.” Felix nodded along promising: “We’re the dance-line, we work on our dancing together, always have and always will. How many nights have you stayed behind with me to help me get it right, don’t you think I’m willing to do the same for you?” – “Thank you, Lixxie”, he smiled, drying his eyes with his sleeve.
“You got this, Jinnie”, Changbin smiled, ruffling his dongsaeng’s hair. The younger cringed at the touch, pleading: “Please don’t do this, it’s falling out quick enough as it is”, twirling a long strand around his finger he whimpered, “I don’t want to lose it all, I’d be so ugly being bald.” – “Jinnie, look at Chan, for now he has less hair than you. Is he ugly?”, Changbin asked. “Of course, he is!”, Hyunjin joked, snorting and earning an irritated “Excuse me???” from the leader. Changbin just continued, ignoring his hyung: “We’ll simply make sure he’ll dye his hair again for the next comeback, so he’ll lose it faster”, he winked, “and if you feel self-conscious, wear a beanie. We always do. It won’t be so much different and you can also borrow some of mine if you get tired of your own collection. We all know I have an endless number of them, you will always find one that goes with your outfit.” The dancer nodded gratefully while Jisung removed himself from his side, dashing to his room. He was slightly out of breath when he jogged back to the living room, with a black beanie in his hands. Upon further inspection, the older could make out a pair of cat ears on top of it. “Here, I haven’t worn it in an eternity but I thought it would look really good on you”, the rapper announced with sparkling eyes, “Try it on!” Hyunjin complied earning a bush of squeals, while Jisung pinched his cheek exclaiming: “Cute!” The younger fixed it a bit, so it was facing straight, beaming at his hyung: “You should keep it, it looks so much better on you anyways.” – “Thanks, Sungie. But what if I don’t want to walk around the dorm wearing a beanie 24/7?”, the dancer worried. Frowning at his hyung’s insecurity, Jeongin spoke up: “Hyung, you don’t have to hide from us. You are so handsome, you know, there’s a reason you are called prince. What’s on your head won’t change that, plus we care about you, not your hair. To us it doesn’t matter what’s on your head, if you’d walk around with a chicken living up there, we wouldn’t care.” – “Well, I would be mildly concerned if there was a chicken on his head”, Felix’ deep voice cut in. Seungmin tapped his lips, thinking deeply before considering: “I mean, a raven or a snow owl would be fine but a chicken, come on Jeongin, Hyunjin has more style than that.” – “Guys, you don’t get the point”, the maknae whined. “I do, Innie”, Hyunjin chuckled at the heated discussion that broke out about the bird bread that would fit him best, “Thank you.”
It took a few minutes for Chan to calm the maknae-line down, without agreeing on a certain bread. “How long is it till your next treatment?”, the leader asked. Counting in his head, the younger replied: “Four more days or considering today is mostly over, three days.” – “Well, how about we go for sushi during lunch tomorrow? My treat. It’s you favorite, so you can enjoy some delicious food while you can still stomach it”, the oldest offered. An excited smile spread on Hyunjin’s face and he nodded, as it had been a while since he had sushi. “Good, you need to eat well to give your body the energy it needs. You’ve been losing too much weight lately”, Minho approved, nudging his dongsaeng’s knee. Wordlessly walking over, Jeongin dropped himself on Hyunjin’s lap before announcing: “Well, now that that’s settled, as the maknae I call dips on cuddles.” – “Yah! I do not agree with this line of argument!”, Felix yelled frustrated. Soon the entire group was piled up together cuddling their sick dancer. “Thank you, guys. I wouldn’t know what to do without you”, he sniffled getting emotional from all the affection he was receiving. Chan just squeezed him a bit tighter and whispered: “You don’t have to think about that because you will always have us by your side.” – “Promise?” – “Promise! Every step of the way.”
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The things we do for love
── A @babythotshq collab “Winter Wonderland”
BUILD A SNOWMAN
Pairing: Kunimi Akira x fem!reader Tags: time skip, fluff Summary: Kunimi Akira learned to love the snow through the years. All because of you. Word count: ~2.5k
Author’s note: This is my piece of Winter Wonderland, and my Secret Santa is Mimi from @mimi-cee-hq! It’s the first time I’ve ever written for Kunimi, so I hope I didn’t mess up too much. We don’t talk that much, but you are very dear to me, Mimi! Hope you had a great holiday and an even better New Year!!
Kunimi Akira hated snow. It bothers him how it wets his clothes, how moving around gets complicated because of the iced streets and, obviously, the cold weather. The boy couldn't see the appeal of the traditional white cover of the winter. He has to wear layers of coats to protect himself, not to mention the constant need to remove the snow from the sidewalk.
Leaving bed in the morning was hard, going to practice wasn’t pleasant - not that the other days were, in Kunimi’s opinion. Whenever the forecast announced the first snow of the season would fall soon the raven haired boy's mood instantly dropped. As a child, no one could talk to him as soon as he woke up - his young version needed his sweet time to get warm and cozy inside his school uniform.
The adult life didn’t make it any easier, only adding to his dislike. After moving out of his parents’ house at the beginning of his second year in college, Kunimi faced all the problems of snow by himself. He had to clean up the muddy trail his boots left at the entrance, shoveling all of it every morning before classes and the worst of all, in his opinion, the constant black outs because of heavy snowfall.
Kunimi absolutely hated snow.
Contrasting his opinion, there were yours. You loved the iced water that falls during winter, painting Miyagi in white. This season of the year has some magic in it, you couldn’t really explain; but ever since you can remember, early december mornings meant bundling yourself in your thickest coat to play with the first snow.
His first impression of you wasn’t the greatest, since you were the reason why he got a cold.
Kunimi wasn’t in his best humor.
He adjusted his scarf around his neck, pulling the strings of his hoodie together, trying to prevent the cold wind from hitting his ears. He underestimated mother nature, not believing it could snow as much as it did during the morning while he was in class. Kunimi’s clothes, though they seemed to be warm enough to the cold day of winter, didn’t suit the wetness of melting ice on the street.
“I hate this.” The boy muttered under his breath, taking another step into a thick layer of snow. His socks, drenched in a ridiculous freezing water, could be enough to stop his blood circulation on his feet. “And people wonder why I despise snow.”
The familiar beige wall of his house appeared on his eyesight, ripping a sigh from his chest. Kunimi was so ready to reach his home, take a long and hot shower and confine himself under his fluffy comforts to sleep. All he needed to do was take a few more steps, then he’ll be-
A sudden touch on his back made him fall over, his arms barely reacting on time in order to prevent major injuries on himself. The weight of a second body on top of him knocked the air out of his lungs, said sensation intensified by the cold snow wetting the front of his hoodie. His feet were already cold, the tip of his nose was red and now this? Kunimi was fuming to say the least.
“Oh my gosh, Kunimi-kun, I’m so sorry!” He recognized that high pitched tone, it was his neighbour’s daughter, Risa, and an unknown girl trailing behind her. The older one sported an apologetic smile on her face, but her gloves covered in snow gave away she wasn’t that sorry. “I didn’t mean to bump into you. I was building a snowman with my cousin, Y/n, but then she decided to throw snow at me!”
“Sorry!” She was pretty, Kunimi had to admit it, even though she was wearing a white beanie matching with a scarf hiding almost her entire face. A pang of jealousy struck him at the sight of such a comfortable and warm outfit she’s wearing.
“Whatever.” Kunimi exhaled deeply, evidencing all his annoyance, not sparing a second glance at both girls. Risa exchanged a few words with her cousin that he couldn’t make out- and he didn’t care at all.
Now he had another reason to arrive quickly at his house. He definitely needed a warm bath.
No words could describe how pissed off Akira was the next morning, when he woke up with a sore throat and high fever. He didn’t know if he was more angry at nature for having snow as part of it, the pretty cousin of his neighbour or himself for not checking the forecast. Either way, he still was sick and cranky regardless of the blame he desperately wanted to attribute to somebody else besides himself.
His parents were off to work, leaving him by himself in the house. At least I got to stay in bed the whole day, Kunimi reasoned with himself, letting a content sigh escape his lips. He snuggled into his soft covers, turning to his side to reach out his phone to kill some time. The first thing that caught his eyes was the little icon on his forecast app, indicating it wouldn’t snow that day. Kunimi rolled his eyes at the coincidence, exactly the day when he hadn't to leave his house he checked the weather.
“I should sleep, it’s not like I have many free days to do whatever I want.” He muttered under his breath, voice raspy and a few octaves lower than usual.
The boy didn’t know how long he slept, but he was harshly pulled off from subconsciousness by a loud knock on his front door. He groaned in annoyance, turning to face the wall, covering his head with the black covers over him. Kunimi thought that pretending no one was at home would make the unexpected visitor leave after a few tries.
“Kunimi-kun, I know you’re in there. Your parents dropped by Risa’s house asking me to check on you. Heard you’re sick.” A feminine voice shouted, making him wonder how old his parents thought he was. Ask for the neighbours check on me? Am I 7 years old, mom?
Having no choice but to open the door for the strange girl, Kunimi put on the nearest hoodie he found and a disposable mask his dad left on his desk. He didn’t realise the sickness made him weak and gave him body ache- after all, he spent the whole morning lying down. Preparing mentally to have that social interaction, the black haired boy unlocked knob, opening the entrance.
The familiar beanie, now with a dark blue scarf, hiding almost her entire face - besides her eyes - came into Akira’s sight. Behind the girl, he could see the little path that led the gates to the door was cleared from snow and he wondered when his dad had time to do it between his tight schedule. Focusing once again on the person in front of him, Kunimi noticed a thermal bag in her hands.
“Hi, Kunimi-kun, I’m Y/n- Risa’s cousin. We met yesterday.” She bowed quickly, minding the object she had in hands.
“How could I not remember?” Kunimi shot back under his breath, but he knew Y/n heard what he grumpily said, offering him half smile.
“Your parents stopped by Risa’s house in hopes to talk to her parents, but they’re off on a business trip and I’m babysitting that little rascal,” Y/n started to explain. “They told me you were sick, and I imagined that me and my cousin had some blame on it. So we cleaned the doorstep and I made okayu* and a bottle of shogayu** as apology gifts.”
“You didn’t have to Y/n-san.” He faked a smile, you actually had to, it’s your fault I’m sick. “Thank you for these, though. I appreciate it.”
“Don’t mention it!” She answered passing him the item and slowly stepping away from him. “Get better soon. And next time, wear thicker clothes!”
“Thanks, I will.” Kunimi scoffed, finally closing the door from the outside’s cold weather.
His first impression of Y/n was terrible. She liked snow, she made him sick and teased him about his questionable choices. Kunimi hoped he’d never see her again.
Oh, how wrong he was.
Kunimi’s first encounter with you pulled him out of his slumber, a faint smile on his face as he remembered the very first time he saw you. Almost three years after that, he found himself lying on the bed you share with him.
Life is funny, huh?
He was quick to notice you weren't there beside him, your side of the mattress still a bit warm - indicating you just left your position. Rubbing the sleep away from his eyes, the black haired man got up and headed to the bathroom outside his room. The water was unnecessarily cold, though justified by the season: it was winter after all. The exact period of time Akira grew to tolerate by your side. Much to his surprise, since the very first winter you two spent as a couple he watched his words about your favourite weather.
You were at the living room, staring through the glass door that led to the backyard. The man quickly noticed the reason that captured your attention: the snowflakes danced in the air, slowly falling down. The first snow always captivated you, and Kunimi didn’t understand why, just like he didn’t wrap his head around the fact the iced water could be actually nice.
“I’m surprised you’re not out there desperately trying to get a cold.” Kunimi teased, voice still husky from the long period of inactivity of his vocal chords. You turned to look at him, a smile plastered on your face. “Good morning, weirdo.”
“Morning, grumpy.” You extended your hand, signalizing the boy to scoot over - which he complied. The sensation of your arms wrapped around his waist was comforting, emanating enough warm to face whatever winter storm that has yet to come. “Will you build a snowman with me?”
“Is this a nicer way to say you want to knock me down on snow just like you did when we first met up?” He asked sarcastically, causing you to let out a loud laugh as you recalled said memory. “I got sick for days that time, it wasn’t good.”
“But I did clean your doorstep and made you food, Akira.” His facade broke at your beautiful smile. Of course you would pull this card, you always did when you two would playfully banter about how Kunimi always manages to get sick after spending some time outside during winter. “And I always take care of you whenever you get sick.”
“Touché, hm?” The pad of his index finger ran softly across your cheek, then Kunimi’s large hand cupped your face lovingly. The man recalled the past three years you spent as a couple, traditionally going out to please you; followed by a couple of days of Akira’s bed rest and tons of missoshiro*** to ease his aching throat from the cold he always manages to get. “Let’s go change clothes, yeah? I know later the snow will be stronger, and I definitely don’t want to be out there when it comes.”
The sparks in your eyes never fails to swell Kunimi’s heart, resulting in a soft look he casts at your back as you retreat to your shared bedroom to change from your fluffy pajamas. As the time passed in your relationship, Kunimi learned how to… tolerate little things he usually doesn’t - all because of you. You definitely changed his sour winter spirit.
“C’mon, Akira!” You screamed from the other room, too excited to wait any longer for your lazy boyfriend.
“Don’t rush me, woman, the snow won’t melt in five minutes!”
Kunimi’s hands were stupidly cold. Even the leather gloves he has on weren’t enough to keep the warmth inside, all because he had to help you build a snowman. It wasn’t working, the snow was too soft to form any shape you wanted, but he hadn’t had the heart to tell you this - not when you were so happy to be in your backyard with him.
So, instead of complaining, Kunimi kneeled down to scoop more snow, trying to create a well sized ball to be the base of your personal Olaf (he called you dumb for this). After a couple of attempts, and slightly giving up on making in perfectly, the black haired man managed to finish his task. It was falling on the edges, the top slowly crumbling due to its softness and Kunimi held back a scowl at the sight of it.
“Oh, Akira! You did it,” you beamed happily, bringing a pile of snow that he assumed to be its head, and placed it on the top. The two of you completely ignored the proportion, as the body was way larger than the head, but that didn’t seem to upset you. Instead, you clapped your hands, quickly assembling the branches you found to make its arms and a few stones from your flower pots to make its eyes and mouth. “It would look better if Olaf had his carrot nose, though.”
“No, we’re not using our food in this.” Kunimi quickly denied, earning a huff as response from you. He stood next to you, carefully eyeing the poorly-done snowman, cringing at the fact he actually did it.
“It looks terrible!” Your sudden comment was followed by you bursting into a fit of laughter.
“Yes, because you can’t wait a few days to play in the snow like a 10-year-old kid.” He said back, bumping his elbow lightly on your side. As you protested at such action, Kunimi decided to unwrap his scarf around his neck, gently putting on the snowman in front of you. “Still looks like shit, but I guess it’s a bit better. Now, let’s go inside before I freeze to death.”
“You wanted to take off your scarf, dumbass!”
“I did it because you’d pout if I didn’t!”
The bickering continued even after the two of you took a nice and hot shower, slipping once again in your pajamas. While you were freshening yourself, Kunimi busied himself in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. It probably was a psychological effect, but he could swear his throat already itched a bit, even though any cold barely had the time to affect his system.
The things we do for love.
His train of thoughts were quickly interrupted by a tight embrace on his waist and a light pressure on his back. Your perfume overpowered any aroma the food in front of him emanated, filling his senses with the smell he associated as home. His left hand dropped from the pan on the stove, resting it on the top of yours on his abdomen.
“Thank you for this morning, Akira.” It was such a trivial thing to thank another person, but it wasn’t for you and him. Because you knew he despises snow.
“You better take care of me when I get sick from this, huh?” He playfully demanded, but he meant well- and you knew it.
The things I do for love.
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{Chapter 9- So, How’d It Go?}//Soft, Cute, and Far Smarter Than You (Sanders Sides Agere/CGLRE)
A/N: So this chapter starts off with a cute teen!logan scenario, then skips to Logan talking with Virgil after his date with Patton. I honestly wanna focus on the agere aspect of this story, so I'll probably continue to make the romance plot a background thing unless people request that I bring it to the forefront more. I'll have sweet romance moments here and there and their relationship progresses but it'll be a here-and-there thing, y'know?
Anyways, enjoy the chapter. It's kinda short, 2000-ish words. <3
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"Good morningggg," Patton opened Logan's door, speaking in a sing-songy voice to wake him up. It took Logan a moment to register where he was and what happened the day prior.
Once he realized, his face went red. He had wet himself yesterday. And he wore a diaper.
Though, the diaper part wasn't terrible. But he'd address that thought later.
"Morning," he muttered, after realizing that he hadn't replied to Patton out loud. He sat up, running at his eyes. He was still in the onesie, and the space themed pull up.
"Are you okay, Lo?" Patton asked, coming in the room all the way and shutting the door behind him. Logan nodded softly. Yeah, he was technically fine, but he was very embarrassed.
"I'm fine," he replied verbally.
"If you're embarrassed about yesterday, you don't have to be. No one's gonna make fun of you," Patton sat down on the bed, giving him a soft look.
"I knoww, it's just-" he cut himself off, realizing he had no real reason to be embarrassed. His caregiver had only wanted to help, and Roman was probably the one who gave him the pull up. No one was upset with him, no one had laughed at him. "I'm sorry." he mumbled.
"Don't be sorry, kiddo- uh, Logan. Shutting off the pet name thing is hard." Patton's slip up caused them both to chuckle. After a moment, Patton spoke again. "I figured you'd be a little shy about it." he shrugged.
Logan nodded. "You said you have trouble with accidents often when you're that little?" Patton questioned, speaking in a tone of curiosity.
"It gets harder and harder the littler I get, I guess. But I've only had actual accidents when I'm 3 or 4." he explained.
"Do you think these accidents can be avoided if I just remind you to go to the bathroom more when you're smaller?" Patton asked another question, Logan shrugging a bit in response.
"Maybe, yeah. When I'm that small, I genuinely don't recognize that I have to go until it's to late. When I'm a little older, like five or six, I just get caught up in playing and hold it off."
"So reminding you would work for when you're five or six, but any younger and it's questionable?"
Logan confirmed his suspicions with a nod, allowing him to continue. "You don't have too, we could figure something else out if you wan't....but would you be okay with wearing diapers or pull ups when you're really little? Just so you don't have to worry about it."
Logan didn't reply, thinking. Patton spoke again. "If you don't like that, we can make a new rule? That you have to wear protection after an accident. So you only wear them when needed."
"I like that, I think. For when I'm a little older though, like when my accidents are caused by me pushing it off because I wanna play." Logan trailed off, biting his lip. "When I'm three or four, I'd be okay with me wearing them all the time." he shrugged, his cheeks a little pink.
"Do you like diapers?" Patton asked suddenly, seemingly curious.
"The pull up made me feel smaller, and safer, I guess. It was one less thing I had to worry about. Plus..they're kinda cute," he was still blushing. "I can always try it and change my mind, too."
Patton nodded softly, "Of course, baby. Now, do you wanna stay big today or no?"
He could tell that Logan was big right now, but he could probably regress if he wanted to. It almost seemed like he was in an in-between state of mind anyway. Logan shook his head quickly. He had had trouble staying big for that conversation, if he was being honest.
"How small are you feeling?"
"Not very. But I don't feel completely big either." Logan admitted. "C-can I get ready by myself? I'll head down for breakfast in a bit."
Patton smiled a bit, leaning forward and kissing his forehead. "I'll see you in a bit."
Logan watched him leave, shutting the door behind him, before he pushed the covers off of him. He started by picking out an outfit. He couldn't find anything that he really liked, throwing on light blue jeans and a dark blue shirt. He pulled a beanie over his head, discarding the pull up in his trash can.
He looked around the room, trying to remember if he forgot anything. He had put on deodorant, and the rest of his mourning routine was in the bathroom. He grabbed his phone, heading into the bathroom to finish getting ready.
After brushing his teeth and such, he left his room, moving to go down the stairs, passing Patton's bedroom. The door had been left cracked open, and an item laying over the bedframe caught his eye. Logan wasn't someone who snooped through others stuff, ever, but the sweater on the bed seemed nice.
It was light blue, Patton's signature color, and it looked soft. He bit on his lip, debating his next actions. He felt a little stupid for wanting to wear his dad's shirt. He couldn't place why it felt dumb, so he ignored the feeling.
He stepped into Patton's room, looking around. He hadn't really been in here much. If Patton and Logan took naps or slept in the same bed, it was Logan's. He didn't take the time to look around, snatching up the sweater, and hugging it close to his face. It was soft.
And it smelt like Dad! He didn't even wonder for a split second if he should ask to wear it, simply pulling it on and leaving the room. He shut the door behind him and came down the stairs, entering the kitchen.
"Morning, Logan." Virgil greeted him first, everyone already seated at the table. He patted the seat next to him, motioning Logan over.
"Hi," Logan said, pulling out the chair next to his brother and across from his caregiver. Patton went to greet him, pausing when his eyes glanced over his outfit. Logan's cheeks went pink, and suddenly that stupid feeling of embarrassment came back.
"Is that my sweater?" Patton questioned, seemingly amused.
"It's mine now," Logan joked, trying to pretend he wasn't blushing. Patton chuckled.
"You can't just steal my clothes."
"Yes I can," Logan defied, giving him a cheeky smile. "It's soft and it looks cute on me." he shrugged. Patton gave him a reassuring smile.
"Yeah, it does. Just ask next time?"
Logan agreed, before digging into his breakfast. Roman and Virgil jumped into conversation, and they all talked about whatever came up. They all avoided mentioning yesterday, in a means to not embarrass the boy.
"How old are you today?" Roman was the first to ask. Logan thought, trying to come up with an answer.
"Fifteen?" he decided.
"Sounds like you're old enough to help me with the chores," Virgil stated, earning a groan from the boy.
"No thanks, Vee. I'd much rather stick to video games and watching videos of other people playing video games," Logan shook his head. He saw Patton looking at him.
"Could you please help your brother, honey?"
Logan didn't bother denying him, rolling his eyes but nodding. "Whatever, dad. I'll do the dishes and fold the laundry."
"Thank you, kiddo." Virgil smiled. "That helps a lot." he assured, causing Logan to smile a bit.
Logan spent the rest of the day regressed, helping his brother with the chores, and playing video games with him. Logan helped Patton with lunch and dinner, and everyone had an overall good day. It was later at night that Logan decided to come out of headspace, completing a few tasks he had just before bed.
The following day, he had his date with Patton. He didn't know whether to be excited or nervous. He felt a mixture of both.
Hopefully, things would go well. Only time would tell.
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"So, how'd it go?"
"Oh dear god," Logan jumped at Virgil's voice when he entered his room, his brother figure sitting on his bed, waiting for him. "You've been all the more interested in romance since Nico showed up. Why do you care how a movie with Patton went? We always watch movies."
"It's different when it's a dateeee," Virgil teased, watching Logan shut the door behind him and come to sit next to him on the bed. "Come on, tell me how things went," Virgil pouted, looking at him.
"It went well, thank you very much. We went to a cafe after and we talked about stuff," Logan shrugged, fiddling with his hands. He smiled as he thought back on everything. "He kept complimenting me, which was nice. Patton's different, when he's a dad and stuff."
"Roman's the same way. They still care and everything, but it's a different vibe," Virgil agreed. "What'd you talk about?"
"He asked me about work, and we talked about his too. Did you know that he's in charge of sorting memories? Every single interaction Thomas has, he has to go through it?"
"Mhm. I'm the one that interprets fear and anxiety surrounding different things according to those memories. Patton and I are the ones mostly in charge of the whole memory thing," Virgil nodded a bit. "What else?"
"Um....we told stories. Remembered stuff Thomas did, talked about things that happened before the whole "little" thing." he explained, adding onto his statement, "We even talked about before the "living like humans" thing. Which was weird."
"Yeah, it's crazy thinking about how we used to live, separately and just summoning things at will. I like this more," Virgil nodded again, "Anyways, did you hold hands? Kiss? Make out?"
"Yes, we held hands over the movie. And I think we almost kissed, I'm not sure...." Logan shoved him playfully and spoke in a tone of fake annoyance. "Like...when we were leaving the cafe, we had this moment where we locked eyes and we were standing real close, then there was a loud noise because some worker dropped something in the back."
"Aweee, that's so cute! I wanna know everything," Virgil requested. "Walk me through the whole date, please."
Logan rolled his eyes, "Can we do this another day? I'm tired."
"We'll have a sleepover then. Get on with it." he ordered. Logan chuckled a bit, climbing farther onto his bed and letting Virgil follow, settling down and starting from that morning.
Yeah, Virgil was annoying and insufferable sometimes, but Logan was glad that he cared. Even if their brotherly relationship wasn't the same when they were big, they still were close outside of their headspaces. And it seemed, that while they were both big, Virgil was interested in gossip and romance.
That's what happens when you spend all your time around Roman.
Logan went through his whole day with Patton, going over the fact that Logan bought popcorn for them to share at the movies, how Patton reached over and intertwined their fingers during the first scenes of the movie, how they both ordered the same type of muffin at the cafe.
Everything. Every little thing that Patton did that made him smile or blush. Every topic they talked about over Logan's coffee and Patton's hot chocolate. Everything he noticed they had in common, everything about Patton that made him happy.
Before today, Logan had only known Patton to a certain extent outside of his headspace, generally recognizing him as either his caregiver, or just another part of Thomas. He was glad he was opening up, and that he could be close to Patton, and the other sides, outside of his headspace too.
He could have a family without being little.
Plus, Patton was really sweet. And really cute.
Logan had never dated any of the other sides, though he knew a romantic relationship between two of them was possible. Roman and Virgil were dating outside of the emo's littlespace, even if no one ever talked about it. Until recently, Logan had always told himself that he didn't need a romantic relationship.
But maybe, it'd be nice if he did. Especially with Patton.
The least he could do was try.
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A/N: So I wanted to finish this before Christmas because I’ve been planning a the Christmas chapter for this fic for a while- I should have it ready by Christmas morning as a gift to everyone, but no promises.
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Staying With The Traitor - Chapter Two
Hope
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26695042/chapters/65201827
“Eret where did you go?” Nikki’s voice echoes through the large, empty castle. Sunlight filters through the rainbow stained glass, casting beautiful patterns onto the floor.
She knows it’s dangerous to be walking so close to the glass, so close to where the Manburgians could see her, but she doesn’t care. Eret is missing, and she needs to find him. “Eret?”
“I’m here!” Eret’s voice calls out. “Sorry for worrying you Nikki.”
“I heard the Manburgians last night.” Nikki says, her pace quickening as she runs towards where Eret’s voice came from. “I thought they attacked us.”
“Not us, another hunting party.”
“Did they find the boys?” She asks, her hair flowing behind her as she runs into the throne room.
Where Tommy and Wilbur stand, bandages covering any exposed limbs and outfits soaked through with water, soot and blood. They both look like shit, dirt and blood indistinguishable besides the fresh stuff, and bags under Wilbur’s eyes practically giving him another inventory of space. Tommy has a new cut on his cheek, unbandaged and bleeding. Tommy has a blanket around his shoulders and a thousand yard stare that looks through Nikki and out the other side. Wilbur’s eyes are empty, hollow and tired.
“You’re okay.” Nikki mumbles, walking towards them slowly. She raises her hand, brushing a stray tear from Wilbur’s cheek before pulling him into a hug. “You’re okay.”
“I’ll prepare some food for everyone.” Eret says softly. “How does pancakes sound?”
“That would be nice.” Wilbur says softly and Tommy nods, a small smile on his face. A sad one.
“I’ll throw in some chocolate chips.” Eret nods, walking out of the room.
“When did you guys arrive?” Nikki asks, pulling the two men onto some seats. They’ll move to the dining hall later.
“About five minutes ago.” Wilbur says, pulling off his beanie. He holds it in his hands, gently passing the saturated material between his hands. “We’ve been walking all night.”
“You should have messaged me, I would have brought some horses.”
“Didn’t want to wake you up.” Tommy mumbles, his voice almost as hollow as Wilbur’s eyes.
What happened to them, out there? Nikki wonders to herself, half ready to whisper to Tubbo or Fundy to ask them the question.
But she can’t ask them.
Then Schlatt will know that she’s with them.
“I wouldn’t have minded.” Nikki says, placing her hand on Tommy’s. She tried to ignore the small flinch from the teen. Months of working on his PTSD from the war, and it looks like it’s all gone again. Unless something else happened to them. “Do you guys need any health potions?”
“We can handle it.” Wilbur says immediately, before guilt flashes across his face. “Sorry, Nikki, it’s just-”
“We’re under Dream’s rule again.” Tommy spits, glaring at the floor. There’s an emotion that Nikki can deal with, can help the teen with. Anger. “We fought and died and lost everything for L’manburg and we’re back the same place we fucking started!”
“I know.” Nikki says sympathetically. “But you need to be safe, and this is the safest place for you both and-”
“You don’t understand, Nikki. We’re citizens of the fucking place again!” Tommy yells. “We fought, and we died, and it was all for nothing.” His voice cracks on the last word, tears streaming down his face. “It was for nothing. We lost.”
“Tommy-”
“Tommy, do you want the first pancake?” Eret’s voice cuts through what Nikki was about to say, and Tommy gets up, walking out of the room.
“Does he know where the kitchen or the dining hall is?” Nikki asks Wilbur softly, and the man shakes his head.
“He’ll find it. He’s a teen, he’ll just follow the scent until he gets to the food.” Wilbur laughs, though it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I failed him, didn’t I? I promised freedom and the world to him, and now he’s back where we started. I might as well goddamn lied to him.”
“You didn’t fail him.” Nikki reaches out to Wilbur, though he doesn’t look at her. His eyes, though empty, harden like stone before her eyes. “You did what you had to do to survive.”
“I promised him freedom. I promised him safety.” Wilbur glares at the ground. “This is all my fault. If I hadn't held the election none of this would have happened.”
“Do you really think Schlatt would have sat back and let you have power?” Nikki asks softly. “You know him, you remember what he’s done, what he did. You know him better than the rest of us. He wouldn’t of let you have power, let you run your country. You did the right think.”
“And now Tommy is homeless, stuck in a country that he died to escape, a country that leader killed him, and now we have to play the role of ‘good, upstanding citizens’ while our country burns.” Nikki holds back a finch at Wilbur’s words, though she can’t help but agree with him. They’re citizens of L’manburg, they shouldn’t be here. In Eret’s court. They aren’t Dreamers, they are not his citizens. L’manburgians through and through.
“If we don’t play that role we won't have a safe place to stay.” Nikki mumbles. “We need their allyship. We can’t afford to lose L’manburg.”
“We already have.”
“Only with that attitude.” Nikki jokes, and Wilbur finally cracks a smile. It’s small, but it reaches his eyes.
“I guess.” Wilbur smiles, tilting his back. “I guess we haven’t lost yet, why else would Schlatt be hunting us?”
“Besides how we are the good looking members of L’manburg?” Nikki teases, and Wilbur laughs, punching her shoulder. “We’re going to have to play the part, Wil. We have to make Eret trust us. We need his help.”
“I don’t trust him. I won’t trust him.” Wilbur says, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I don’t either. But we have protection here. We’ll need their allyship if we want to get L’manburg back.”
“Techno and Phil are coming.” Wilbur says, and Nikki feels hope spark in her chest, a small yet warm fire, dancing brightly. “We won’t need Dream, or Eret, not once they arrive.”
“Only as a back up.” Nikki smiles. “We can let Tommy flip them off when we leave. When are they arriving?”
“In a month or two.” Wilbur smiles. “Not too long, all things considered.”
“We’ll need to set up a base, and get armour ready.” Nikki says. “We could use Eret and the Dreamer’s to get the supplies for it.”
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“Where are they?” Jschlatt yells, slamming his hands down on the table. Tubbo flinches in the corner, his eyes wide as he watches the room argue. “We can’t afford for them to start a rebellion against us.”
“Really, you shouldn’t have exiled them.” Fundy says, waving his hand. “We could have thrown them in prison or something like that, you know? Kept a close eye on them.”
“Nikki didn’t stay in prison, what makes you think that those two bastards would have?” George rolls his eyes at the fox hybrid, who just glares back to him.
“You don’t think that Nikki’s with them, do you?” Jack asks Tubbo, staring into Tubbo’s soul. His throat goes dry, feeling the room’s eyes on him.
“I think Nikki is hiding nearby.” Tubbo mumbles, trying to avoid everyone’s eyes.
“Where would you suggest that place be, Tubbo?” Schlatt asks him, his voice kind and dark, the threat not needing to be spoken for Tubbo to understand what will happen to him if he lies again.
“Eret. With Eret.” Tubbo says softly. “I think that she’s hiding with Eret.”
“They always were close, weren’t they?” Jack nods to himself. “It makes sense that she’d hide with Eret.”
“And Eret knows where Wilbur and Tommy are hiding as well, he told me so last night.” Schlatt smiles. “I think it’s time we pay the king a visit.”
“Not yet.” Tubbo blurts out before he can stop himself.
“And why not?” Schlatt glares at the teen, who tries his hardest not to cower.
“Because there’s a ball coming up, we’re all invited.” Tubbo says softly. “Better to show up invited and burn the place down than to declare war. We can always blame Wilbur or Nikki for that. Not if we all show up now.”
“Tubbo i didn’t realise that you were so good at planning.” George whistles under his breath, and the men in the room give Tubbo a nod that turns his insides to ice.
He’s just betrayed them all.
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Tommy sits on the roof of the castle, his hair blowing in the wind as he reads through Techno’s letter for the second time that day. Below him, Wilbur and Nikki are discussing a deal with Eret so that they can get help with getting equipment for the rebellion. Tommy wasn’t invited, Wilbur saying something about him ‘not being the calmest’.
As though Tommy didn’t make most of the trade deals between L’manburg and Dream SMP when Wilbur was too mad with Dream or Eret to meet with them.
So Tommy sits on the roof, a music disk playing softly over the air. Far, he thinks, wondering where Eret got the disk. It's peaceful, at the very least, playing softly as the sun sets. The sky lights up in golds and ambers, birds flying in the distance. He wonders about Manburg, about Tubbo and Jack and Fundy. Are they alright? Are they actually working for Jschlatt, or are they going to double cross the man?
He doesn’t know. Doesn’t want to know. Does he have to know, if it means that he will lose more of his family? Knowledge is a curse.
Maybe thats the real reason that Wilbur and Nikki didn’t want him there, in that meeting. Maybe they didn’t want him to lose more hope, to lose more family and friends. Would it hurt more to find out loyalties now, or later? Would it hurt more now, to find out if Tubbo is fully with Schlatt, then to find out if Tubbo was fully with Schlatt after weeks of trusting him? What would be worse?
A bee flies idly by, trying to find its hive before dark. Tommy doesn’t know why the bee would be here, there are no gardens in Eret’s castle, no flowers to be found. Maybe he could plant some, for this bee. For any other bees nearby. That's something he can do, that’s something that won’t hurt anyone. It’s not training, but it isn’t running either.
He’ll have to check with Wilbur and Eret, and see if they approve.
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Tubbo watches the sun set over the water, turning the ocean into a deep orange. Inside Nikki’s bakery, Schlatt, George, Fundy, Jack and Quackity drink. They took all the yeast from the bakery when Nikki left, turning it into beer. Tubbo has been put in charge of finding more, trading for it with his villagers. It could be worse, Tubbo thinks to himself, They could have banned me from baking bread like they banned Nikki from it.
Of course, Schlatt banned him from gardening, but at least he can bake. They haven’t taken that away from him. Sure, it’s his duty, and when the men leave, stumbling and drunk and angry, Tubbo will work until midnight preparing tomorrow's bread.
So Tubbo watches the sunset, longing to find Tommy. He could leave, right now. The Manburgian’s are drunk, always drunk at this hour of the night. Though normally one doesn’t drink, keeping an eye on Tubbo to make sure he doesn’t run.
He’s been caught trying to run before, on the night of the inauguration. George caught him, and he slept in the prison instead of in his bed, down with Nikki. It was nicer in the prison than in his room, with two guards outside his door to ‘protect’ him. In any case, he wouldn’t be able to run far tonight, shackles around his ankles keeping him from taking too large of a step, let alone running.
He shouldn’t have disagreed with Schlatt.
Glass breaks in the bakery, and Tubbo strains to hear anything other than the fighting from inside the building. He can almost imagine Far playing on the breeze, and a stray tear falls down his cheek. Tonight won’t be good.
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dead of night
pairing: luke patterson x julie molina
written based on prompt:
"it’s three am, in the dead of winter, some idiot pulled/set off the fire alarm and i am being very vocal about how i’m gonna make that dumbass pay"
university au
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When Julie heard the blaring alarm blasting throughout the room, she nearly cried.
It was midterm season, and she had been up late until two a.m. cramming for her exam later that day. She wasn't one to normally rely on cramming as her sole source of studying, but she had a paper due the previous day and another midterm the day before. She could only focus on one thing at a time. It pained her though, because Julie was a meticulous planner. She liked to have everything written down on a calendar and lay out a set number of dedicated time she would have to work on each assignment.
Nothing went as planned this time.
She had finally dragged herself to bed at around 2:15 a.m., with a set alarm for early in the morning to go over her notes some more. She never actually woke up on time for these said alarms, but it was the effort that counted. At least, that's what she constantly told herself.
It felt like she had only been asleep for all of twenty minutes when she was suddenly being ripped away from her REM sleep, and she was ready to kill someone.
"What the hell?" Julie hissed, throwing her duvet off her body violently. She could see her roommate Flynn (and best friend - they'd known each other since diapers) pulling on her shoes. Julie checked her phone from the bedside table and noted the time was now 3:26 a.m. She'd hardly been asleep for an hour.
Flynn opened their room door and was met with a number of their fellow students moving rapidly throughout the hallway. "Oh shit," she muttered, turning back to Julie. "Jules, get your ass out here. I'm not sure this is a drill."
Julie let out a loud groan, threw on her pair of black converse and booked it out the door after Flynn. She didn't even have time to grab a sweater like Flynn did, and only realized when she was halfway out the building, she was wearing a NYU short sleeve t-shirt and a pair of thin leggings.
"Someone better be on fire," she growled under her breath. She and Flynn were huddled together off to the side, trying not to freeze their asses off. New York was known for their particularly cold winters; it was mid-November, and this was no exception. The ground was littered with a light dusting of snow, and every time Julie breathed, she could see her breath.
She had never felt the urge to commit a felony such as murder until this moment.
Julie was so angry, she didn't notice the cluster of students hanging off to their right. She only noticed when she picked up on something particularly interesting one of them said.
"For the love of god, Luke!" The tall, blonde one yelled (Julie thought he was trying to whisper, but he obviously failed miserably). He also hit the shaggy-haired brunette (she assumed that was Luke) upside the head. "Dude, you set off the fire alarm! Our whole residence is outside in the snow!"
Julie's eyes widened and her grip on Flynn's arm tightened. Flynn groaned, absentmindedly shrinking closer to the ground.
"Alex's right. That guy's not even wearing pants!" The other brunette piped in, pointedly avoiding looking at the student in question. All three boys were dressed appropriately; pants, sweaters and beanies. Almost as if this was planned or something.
It only made Julie's blood boil even hotter.
Luke rolled his eyes, latching onto the third boys' shoulder. "Relax, Reggie. It was an accident."
"They're going to eat you alive if they find out," Alex added sassily. "I'll help them. You screwed up my beauty sleep, bro."
Luke snorted. "What beauty sleep?"
"Don't test me right now!" Alex snapped. "You know what this dry cold does to my skin!"
Luke nodded with a pout, seemingly sympathetic. "Stop being such a baby and live a little! This is sort of hilarious."
Reggie bit his lip and averted his eyes from Alex, who looked like he was about to rip his own hair out. "Dude, I'm going to strangle you if you don't stop talking."
"Oh my god," Julie hissed at Flynn. "Are you hearing this? These idiots did this because they're idiots! What the hell?"
Flynn chanced a look behind them, surveying the three boys. "Hmm, they're kind of cute," she said without thinking. Julie was quick to throw her murderous glare in her direction. "Wait no — that came out wrong..."
"I'm going to kill him."
Flynn had to grab Julie's arm and yank her back.
"Julie! I don't have the money to bail you out of jail right now! Don't do me like this!"
Julie huffed. "I have to say something. I have an exam later and I should be sleeping!"
"Just no felonies, okay?" Flynn pleaded with puppy dog eyes. Julie conceded with a nod.
Whirling around, Julie marched up to 'Luke' and tapped him on the shoulder. He whirled around and the smile he was sporting dropped from his lips; now he just looked confused. "Uh — can I help you?"
"Probably not," she started bitterly, "but I just happened to overhear that you're the idiot who pulled the fire alarm and I would genuinely like to know what in the hell would possess you to do such a thing on a fucking Tuesday during midterms?"
Julie was now yelling and Luke looked like a terrified deer in headlights.
His friends were holding onto each other with wide eyes.
"Uh — well —" He stammered on embarrassingly.
"Some of us have shit to do! I have a midterm in a few hours and instead of sleeping, I'm stuck out here with you and believe me, I'm trying really hard not to punch you in the throat right now."
Luke blinked, his mouth opening and closing because he didn't know what he could possibly say to make this situation better.
Alex did, however.
"Do it," Alex blurted, "punch him!"
Luke whirled around, looking affronted. "Dude!"
"Don't 'dude' me," Alex sassed. "You deserve it."
Luke turned back to face Julie with a newly apologetic expression as he tried to explain himself. "Listen," he started and by the furious look on her face, he could already tell it was the wrong thing to say. "Shit, I'm sorry! I just — I swear, this was all a misunderstanding. I really didn't mean to do it; it just happened."
"Buddy," Reggie leaned in to whisper in his ear. "This doesn't sound nearly as good as you think it does."
Luke rolled his eyes, pushing his friend back into Alex. "I'm sorry; what can I do to make this better?" For the first time since she started yelling at him, he actually looked at her.
She looked absolutely exhausted and it only made Luke feel guiltier. Her hair was up in a messy bun and her glasses were low on the bridge of her nose. He took note of her outfit and the thin t-shirt; she was obviously freezing and the goosebumps on her arms proved that. Immediately, he shrugged out of his hoodie.
"Um — here, take this," he shoved his NYU hoodie in her direction. She looked down at with furrowed brows, and then back at him. Her glare was still in full force, and Luke admired her ability to look so angry, but so adorable at the same time. "It's the least I can do."
Julie looked down at the sweater again, scoffed in annoyance and walked away.
Flynn was holding back a laugh as she made eye contact with Luke. He looked exasperated as he hobbled after Julie.
"Wait! Just — hold on a second!"
Julie didn't feel like stopping for him and her angry speed-walking was finally sending some blood back into her arms. When Luke grabbed her arm to spin her around, she turned to him with a ferocious glare. "Shit — okay, sorry," he dropped her arm sheepishly, "should've asked. I'm sorry. I just — please, take this."
Once again, he offered her his grey hoodie.
She really wanted to stand her ground and make a point. But she was genuinely freezing, and her pride could only control so much. With a sigh, she grabbed the hoodie and slipped it over her head. It fit baggy, but it was so warm and her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head. She didn't even notice that this now left Luke in a measly t-shirt.
"Again, I'm really sorry," he apologized again, biting his lip. "You have a midterm later today and this was so stupid of me."
Julie took a deep breath; she felt calmer now. Probably because she had already yelled at him, and she was tired and she didn't have the energy to stay annoyed for much longer. Plus, he had already apologized like six times.
"It's fine. I may have overreacted a little bit."
Luke chuckled nervously. "No, you definitely didn't. I've always been told I'm a little — uh, reckless."
"And I guess I've been told I'm a bit uptight," she admitted. Julie had no idea why she was being so honest with a guy who's head she bit off five minutes ago; but he had really beautiful eyes, like puppy dog eyes and she couldn't help but get sucked in. "I'm Julie, by the way."
"Yeah?" He was suddenly hyper aware of how gorgeous she was and for the first time, she wasn't glaring at him. Holy shit, was she making googly eyes at him? "I mean — we can always treat that. I happen to know a few rascally boys that can help."
Julie let out a gentle laugh. God, this night really got away from her. She could see the firefighters start to exit the building, seemingly finding no sign of a fire and any other issue. "I think I'm hardwired like that, unfortunately."
The students around them slowly started filing back into the building and Luke realized he only had a few minutes left. "Um, well — again, I'm sorry. And I hope your midterm goes well." He originally intended to ask for her number, but of course, that's what came out instead.
"Thanks," she replied softly, thumbing at the sleeves of his sweater. "I can wash this sweater and get it back to you."
Julie gave him an opening and he knew it.
"Of course. Is it alright if we exchange numbers?"
Julie was surprised at the warmth that immediately spread through her chest. She could also feel the smile stretching across her lips through no effort of her own. "Yeah, that'd be great," she responded, "as long you promise not to wake me up at an ungodly time of the morning."
"No?" Luke raised an eyebrow, shooting her a smirk. He could see the fire in Julie's eyes and he knew the feeling was mutual. "But I thought that was our thing."
"If that's the case, our thing will also be me punching you in the throat."
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i wanted to make julie sassier and make luke work for it a bit more but i got tired and i really wanted to post this asap so i kinda wrapped it up early. i hope it still ended okay???
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Seeing Shadows Chapter 1
I know this is kinda small, but don’t worry! I have big plans for this series! Is that a good thing, I’ll let you decide!
Chapter 1- An Ordinary Day
T.W.: Ghosts, Character Deaths, Mentions of Suicide, Mentions of Bullies, Let Me Know If I Need to Add More
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Most of the time, Virgil loved his friends. They understood him, they appreciated him, they helped him. Even if he was seen strange for hanging out with them, he loved them.
But sometimes...
"VIRGIL! VIRGIL WAKE UP, WAKE UP VIRGIL C'MON IT'S TIME TO GET READY FOR SCHOOL!"
Sometimes he wished they could die a second time.
"Shut up," Virgil mumbled, throwing a pillow over his face, and he heard a sigh of fondness from one of them. Logan or Patton, if he had to guess. "School can go frick itself."
"Virgiiiiieeeee," Patton said this time, poking him in the side. "Get readyyyyyy."
"FINE," Virgil groaned, getting up and throwing the pillow in the direction of a snickering Roman even though he knew it'd only go through the egocentric ghost. He looked at the three ghosts hovering around the bed and watching him before huffing and dragging himself to his closet.
"What'd you pick today Roman?" Virgil asked, knowing Roman probably spent all night picking out the outfit for today. He opened the walk-in closet and listened to Logan and Patton discussing Virgil's schedule as Roman told Virgil what it was today.
You see, Virgil was indecisive when it came to certain things, like what to wear. Ever since he met Roman and told him this, Roman took it upon himself to pick out an outfit for Virgil everyday he had to go somewhere. He let him do his own thing when he stayed home.
Virgil closed the door to the closet with the outfit, shooing his friends out when they hesitated to leave. They were way too worried about leaving him alone for some reason. Even Janus and Remus didn't like it when one of them wasn't with him.
"Guess dead people are protective," he mumbled to himself, getting dressed. Virgil figured it was because he met most of them when he was young, and he was a pretty jumpy kid back then. He looked at himself in the mirror and admired himself a tiny bit.
Today Roman picked fishnet stockings, black high-waisted shorts, a black tank top tucked into said shorts, a dark purple crop top sweater, black fingerless gloves, combat boots, and a black beanie with his gay pin, P!ATD pin, and MCR pin in it. The outfit complemented his heterochromia, the left eye being white while his right was black.
He quickly smudged black eyeshadow beneath his eyes since he didn't want to put too much effort into makeup today.
Virgil opened the door to the closet and walked out. Roman looked proud of himself as Patton clapped. Logan looked mildly concerned though.
"No. Boys will be checking out Virgil all day and looking at him like he's a snack!"
"Exactly," Roman whispered, wiping a fake tear. "If I was alive I know I'd certainly check him out!"
"Okay, one, that's weird," Logan said, furrowing his brows. "Two, absolutely not! I would rather commit suicide a second time than let him go out in that!"
Virgil rolled his eyes, exiting the small bedroom and leaving the bickering ghosts behind, Patton floating above him as he went downstairs. He grabbed a bowl of cereal and ate at the table, watching his mom fill out last minute paper work.
"Hey Vivi. Who's with ya?" His mom asked, huffing as she put down the pen and ran a hand through her curly hair.
"Patton," he answered, watching the ghost turn on the TV (when he used to do that, it freaked out his poor mother so much. Now it's just weird if he didn't) and change it to cartoons as he sat criss cross in the air. "Logan and Roman are fighting upstairs."
"What's it about this time?" She asked, picking the pen back up and writing things down.
"Logan says the clothes Roman picked for me today is gonna attract the attention of boys, which is bad I guess, and Roman says that's good."
"So the usual worrywart Logan versus idiot Roman once again?"
"Yeeeeep," Virgil popped the p, killing off his cereal. He stood up stretching before cleaning his bowl in the sink. He sighed, hearing the argument coming downstairs. "Warning, disagreeing Lo and Ro incoming."
"Gotcha," his mom said, signing her signature.
"I'm just saying that he needs to find a boyfriend soon!" Virgil turned from the sink and started glaring at them, but they didn't notice.
"No he doesn't! He's doing just fine by himself, and that's okay!"
"Are we seriously talking about this?" Virgil asked, getting irritated. He normally didn't mind it when his dead friends talked about him like he wasn't there. He was used to it. But discussions like these always put him on edge. Like, were these ghosts seriously arguing about his love life? Again?
"What?" His mother asked glancing between him and where he was glaring.
"Boyfriends," Virgil groaned, sitting across from her and putting his face down on the table. His mother sighed.
"Virgil, I know you don't like living people, but you can't only have friends with the supernatural. Especially people only you can see."
"I sure as heck can try though," came the muffled response and his mother sighed again. Virgil stood up and grabbed his backpack, declaring he should probably go if he wanted to make it to school in time.
"Before you go," his mom said. Virgil looked back at her. "What are the rules?"
"Don't talk to ghosts unless no one is around, the people around me know I can see them, or I'm pretending I'm on a call. Don't react to what ghosts say in public. Don't help ghosts make their way to the afterlife if it's at my expense. No more than three ghosts in the house at a time, and never have Roman and Remus in the house at the same time."
"Okay, have a good day sweetie."
"You too," he said as he closed the door behind him. Virgil watched the other three float out behind him as he put his ear buds in, knowing people would assume he's on a call because of it. He started walking down the street towards school as Patton giggled.
"Hey Virgie," the ten year old said, holding back his laughter. Virgil kept on walking without looking at him, as it would seem weird to normal people.
"Wassup buddy?"
"When you look for something, why is it always in the last place you looked?" Virgil smiled hearing Logan say "don't you dare".
"I don't know, why?"
"Because then you stop looking!" Virgil snorted as Patton flew in front of him with a grin, and Logan and Roman groaned loudly.
"Hey Patton."
"Yessum?"
"Why did the kid cross the playground?"
"Whyyyyyyy?" Roman wailed dramatically and Logan groaned again. Patton just smiled wider, showing off his missing canine.
"Why did they cross the playground?"
"To get to the other slide!" Patton's giggles were out of control at this point, and Logan and Roman couldn't be more miserable. This went on until they got to school, where Janus and Remus appeared out of nowhere.
"Hello small child!" Remus waved excitedly at Patton, and Patton returned the gesture. When Virgil first met Roman and Remus, Remus terrified Patton out of his mind. Now they were best friends. Strange how those kinds of things played out.
"Puns?" Janus asked Virgil, raising an eyebrow in the direction of the distressed teen ghosts.
"Yep."
Virgil walked into school and pushed past the many kids already there, listening to his friends talking like he wasn't there again. They learned to do this since Virgil wouldn't be able to interact with them in public places as much as at his house.
“You think Chad will start messing with the freshmen again?” Janus asked, floating by him as other kids either didn’t notice him or got out of his way with nervous/excited glances. Virgil snickered, bringing the microphone part of his earbuds closer to really convince people he was on a call.
“After last week? Not likely. He’s probably going to take a break until next week when he isn’t scared out of his mind,” Virgil said, trying not to laugh when bullies or former bullies looked at him and got as far away as possible.
When Virgil first started high school, nobody noticed him. He was just a weird kid in the back of the class who had an awesome sense of style (courtesy of Roman) even if he looked kinda goth. But when somebody was bullying a shy girl, he was quick to step in and intimidate them away. Normally he could intimidate on his own with a glare or a scowl, but a couple times the others focused their auras on the bullies which scared them immensely. Since then, he’s been a hero to people who get picked on, and a good portion of the school worshipped the ground he walked on.
Then of course, there was the small portion of bullies who immensely feared him which seemed to grow smaller whenever Virgil encountered them (the bullies. Not the part where they feared him), and an average amount didn’t really know who he was or what he did but were slowly becoming more aware of his presence.
Pretty big achievement, if you took into account it was currently the beginning of his sophomore year.
He made it to his locker while having small talk with Janus, the others trailing behind having their own conversations. He shoved his bag in and took out some books, listening to them absentmindedly before Patton cut in, talking to him directly.
“Virgie, everybody’s talkin’ about a new kid!”
“So?” He asked, getting on his tiptoes to reach a pencil from the top of his locker.
“Apparently they’re not from Louisiana!”
Virgil paused his movements, absorbing the information as a chill went down his spine. He resumed them after a second, getting the feeling of today’s not gonna be an ordinary day.
“Something is in the air,” Virgil said vaguely, inspecting the pencil as the ghosts around him stopped talking to listen. “Something that will be life changing.”
“Well that can only be so good,” Janus mumbled, ever the pessimist. Virgil only shrugged looking back up to grab one more notebook before closing the locker as the first bell rung.
“Talk to you guys later,” he said, making movements as if he was ending a call as he took his earbuds out, walking towards the next class as they followed, discussing among themselves what would happen. Virgil himself wondered what fate was going to play at today if it felt like alerting him something was happening.
Oh well, he figured, sitting down for geography. Only one way to find out.
Epilogue
The tall boy stumbled through the halls, apologizing to people as he looked between the map the office gave him and his schedule, pushing up his glasses with his shoulder.
Why couldn’t I be, I dunno, below six feet instead of above, he thought bitterly, cursing out his height internally as externally he apologized, ignoring the rushes of feelings whenever he brushed against someone else.
When he finally made it to his class, it looked like he was way earlier than he should’ve been, and the teacher smiled him.
“Ah, you must be the new student from Florida, was it?”
The boy smiled, nodding.
“Yep! I’m Emile Picani!”
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Old and New Friends (ROTTMNT Fanfic)
Chapter 4
“Ignoring what Leo just said,” April narrowed her eyes at the Red-eared Slider, who smiled sheepishly and apologetically. “I will continue.”
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Ever since that fateful day, young Casey and April became fast friends. During their time in Preschool, they find out that they actually live a few blocks down from each other. The two even found out that they share the same interests, such as Lou Jitsu and Jupiter Jim movies and sports.
“I can’t tell who is cooler: Jupiter Jim or Lou Jitsu?” Casey questioned one day. They were having trouble about which franchise they should choose.
“I think they’re both cool,” April stated. “Besides, does it really matter which is better?”
The Latin-American boy hums and rubs his chin in thought. After a while, he finally answered, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
When Preschool ended, they spend most of their summer at either April or Casey’s apartment. They were overjoyed when they found out that they were going to attend the same elementary school together and in the same homeroom as well.
“This is awesome!” The two kids laughed, happily. However, their first year of school had it’s ups and downs. For starters, Vernon “Vern” Fenwick, the same bully from Pre-k, is also in the same class as them, along with his friends. Although, April and Casey still managed to stand up to them whenever they try to do anything.
“Look, it’s Four-Eyes O’Neil!” Vern shouted, pointing at April. The children were now in third grade with the bullies laughing at her. She had gotten glasses a few days ago after an appointment with her eye doctor. They were red-colored with yellow lenses like the ones she wear in the present: the only difference is that they were squared at the time.
“Hey, I think they look cool!” Casey protested in her defense. They have always had each other’s backs, a fact that some of their peers actually found it amazing.
The two best friends are now 11 years-old and have just graduated from elementary school. They had plans to go over before they become sixth graders in East Wing Middle School. But... it was also the time when...
April burst into her apartment with tears in her eyes and ran straight to her bedroom. Her parents glanced at each other with worried expressions before walking over to check up on her. They opened the door to find the girl sobbing onto her pillow, her glasses resting on her head.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Mrs. O’Neil stroked her curly locks in order to calm her down.
“I-It’s Casey!” She said between tears. “H--H--He told me that he and his family are m-moving!!” Her parents then exchange guilty looks before looking back at their daughter.
“Honey... we were going to tell you this later, but... it seems that he wanted to tell you instead.” Mr. O’Neil explained.
“What?” She asked in confusion. They informed her that Mr. Jones was required to transfer to California at the last week of July because of his job. Therefore, it means that they have to leave New York behind. The next day, Casey and April decided to have as much fun as possible until then. But before they know it...
It was the day of the big move, The O’Neils were saying goodbye to the Jones family. “It’s not going to be the same without you, Casey,” April says, trying not to cry. She gives him a Lou Jitsu action figure as a going away present.
“Thanks April... and you’re the greatest friend I’ve ever had,” The two hug with tears threatening to leave their eyes. They let go as Casey goes into the car and his father drives away along with the moving vans. April just watched until they were completely out of sight.
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“And that’s the story.” Sobs escaped from the mutants, surprising the bespectacled African-American teenager.
“That was the saddest story ever!” Sunita bawled out as she blows her nose. Even Donnie was touched by this heartwarming story.
“Well, it was a long time ago,” April looks down, sadly. Her phone buzzes and she looks at the screen and sighs. “My parents are almost home. Time for you guys to jet.”
After bidding their farewells, her friends leave through the front door of her apartment. She went back to her room with a tired look on her face, Mayhem following behind her.
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Meanwhile, a car and a couple of moving vans are approaching the apartment building that is next doors to April’s.
A Latin-American teenage boy came out of the car. He is wearing a orange beanie that is covering most of his shaggy hair and he has a slit on his right eyebrow. His outfit is a bright green long-sleeved shirt with the upper half having a lighter green hue. The jacket he has on matches his shirt with a red collar, pockets, and a skull breathing fire. He is wearing navy blue jeans and black and white sneakers on his feet. Finally, he has black fingerless gloves over his hands.
“Well... after five years, we’re finally back,” He sighs with a small grin.
*I’m really sorry for having everyone wait for two days. I said that I’d post this chapter the following day, but it took longer than expected. I hope this makes up for the wait.*
*I added Vernon Fenwick and portrayed him in my own twist. In the fanfic, he was Casey and April’s childhood bully.*
*Rise of TMNT and their characters belong to Nickelodeon. Casey’s design for the fanfic belongs to @chrompoised, who is a talented artist and was kind to allow me to borrow her design.*
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pastel and the punk {a drarry highschool au}:
"hey gays" harry said casually, sitting down at the lunch table all of his friends were at. they always met in the cafeteria before school started so they could discuss who's house they were at after school and what diner to eat at. pansy rolled her eyes at him and waved as did the rest of his friends. around the table sat most of harry's friends: ron, hermione, ginny, luna, and pansy.
ron had on a simple white t-shirt with his signature leather jacket and ripped jeans and a beanie that covered some of his fiery red hair. hermiones outfit never altered and today was no different. she wore a cropped black sweater with a leather skirt and ripped leggings. ginny was leaned onto her girlfriend showing her all of the bracelets that covered her arms today. her fiery red hair showed that she was definitely rons sister. the girl wore a black hoodie and black jeans, but still wore white converse, she claimed it added "necessary contrast". luna, much like her girlfriend, also had multiple bracelets on her arms but also had a ring on almost every finger too. lunas blonde hair was tied into a messy bun and she had on a mint green tank top that said "lover girl". her black ripped jeans and black converse seemed to darken her look though. pansy had her signature black lipstick with a cropped dark green hoodie. she worn distressed black jeans and doc martins to tie it together. harry himself had on a gray t-shirt that said "gay and not okay" with a black denim jacket over it. he wore black ripped jeans and black on black converse.
his group liked black to say the least.
but the only person missing was blaise.
blaise had gone to pick up neville and his friends today. why, harry had no idea, but nonetheless it was a sweet gesture. harry groaned loudly and took rons phone and hermiones book.
"can i help you?" ron mumbled while reaching for his phone.
"you can tell me why the hell you all are so boring and look like someone pissed in your cheerios this morning" harry demanded, shoving rons phone into his pocket and hermiones book into his bag. he grabbed ginnys phone and the girl simply frowned.
"blaise isnt here. which means neville isnt here. which means we have no one to have light hearted conversation with. all we do is talk in fluent sarcasm and flirting" pansy spoke bluntly, shrugging after she stopped.
"and why exactly do we need light hearted conversation?" harry asked, annoyed.
"because if we let you talk itll sound like "oh, draco, my sweet precious dragon. how his grey eyes shine under the lighting of the sun and his porcelain skin is so warm and soft and how his platinum blonde locks curl so delicately. but we're just friends and i dont like him more than platonically, nooo" and everyone is sick of your swooning" ginny laughed. harrys face burned red and before he could retort, blaise arrived.
"are we making fun of harry??" he asked light-heartedly as he sat down and pulled neville into his lap who blushed. "i do love a good teasing sesh before class" he winked. blaise had on some clean white jeans and dark violet converse that matched the crop top he had on.
"blaise! stop being nasty!" draco gasped, sitting down in harrys lap, setting his bag on the floor. harry smiled and wrapped his arms around the blonde. "hi, harebare" he smiled, and spoke gently towards the raven haired. draco had on a soft, yellow sweater on and a flowy white skirt. he had a sunflower crown and yellow converse to match.
"hello, my dragon. have a good morning?" he spoke quietly, attempting to not let the group listen into his conversation with draco. his attempts failed as they all spoke in hushed whispers so they could eavesdrop onto the conversation.
"mhm, blaise payed for my morning hot chocolate and i managed to get in some studying for my chem test on the way here!" he giggled and took a sip of his drink, holding it out to harry who took a sip and smiled.
"you got caramel in it?" he laughed. draco always had quite the sweet tooth. draco blushed softly and nodded, sipping it again.
"MERLIN, DATE ALREADY" pansy shouted at the two. draco choked on his hot chocolate.
"pAnsy?!" draco squealed. the girl shrugged and dodged dracos slap with a laugh.
"as endearing as this is, can i have my phone back??" ron asked, "i was in the middle of a good game of flappy bird"
...
"HARRY!!" draco shouted across the hall, grabbing the attention of the emerald eyed boy. the lunch bell had just rung and harry was rather hangry but nonetheless he waited for the blonde. "sorry, mrs. sprout held our class back to clean up. can we sit outside today?" he scrambled out as he wrapped himself around harrys arm.
"of course, let's just grab everyone and then we can head out, yeah?" harry spoke, unconsciously pulling his arm closer to him to drag draco closer. the two walked to the cafeteria in comfortable silence and smiled upon seeing their friends at the door talking. "hey, outside today?" harry asked once they were within earshot. everyone nodded and headed outside to sit in the grass. harry sat down and patted his lap, inviting draco to sit, which he gladly took.
"draco? have you ever heard of a chair?? or the grass?? or any possible place to sit that isnt harrys lap?" blaise asked jokingly, his arm slung over nevilles shoulders. draco simply rolled his eyes.
"im not sitting on the ground in a skirt." he pouted.
"im sitting on the ground in a skirt" hermione retorted.
"well, you arent a pretty princess like me!" draco stated proudly. pansy wheezed.
"who gave you that idea?" the black haired girl seemed to be holding back a fit of laughter.
"harry." all hell broke loose.
"NO BLOODY WAY HARRY TOLD YOU THAT" ginny laughed out. hermione and pansy were rolling on the ground laughing, blaise was leaning on neville trying to catch his breathe in between laughs while the boy was giggling, and luna sat calmly a bright grin on her face as she watched her girlfriend smile and laugh.
"he did! and im quoting from chemistry today, "you know, you're the prettiest princess ive ever seen, dray. you've even got a crown! therefore, you've earned the prettiest princess title. princess dray"" draco beamed from harrys lap as the raven haired boy buried his head in his neck and sighed. once the group calmed down, pansy spoke.
"and this is why you two should date. it's like beauty and the beast!! i mean, according to harry you're already a princess. well, i suppose hes not quiet a beast..." pansy spoke thoughtfully with a light-hearted tone.
"pastel and the punk!" neville shouted proudly. everyone let put a soft laugh and nodded with approval.
"does that mean if you kiss him, he'll transform from a punk rock beast to a pastel prince??" ron piped in.
"guess, c'mon, stop writing a fairy tale about us" harry sighed.
"we'll stop shipping you two once you actually admit your undying love for each other" pansy laughed out, taking a bite of her sandwich.
"we dont have an undying love!"
...
"hi dray" harry spoke softly, wrapping his arms around dracos waist. draco turned away from his locker and wrapped his arms around the raven haired boys neck, burying his face into his chest. "what's got you all flustered now, hm?" harry's voice was gentle as he started to rub dracos back.
"i have something to ask you but im scared and blaise and neville said i should and that itd turn out fine but im still scared" draco stumbled out worriedly. harry paused for a second before carefully lifting dracos head up.
"well, how about you ask me on the way to the diner after school, my pretty prince? we can listen to taylor swift and have the windows rolled down if it makes you feel any better. i promise whatever you tell me wont change anything. now, c'mon, pansy will kill us if we're late" harry softly pulled away from the boy and adjusted his flower crown. draco smiled, less stressed about the whole ordeal and slung his bag over his shoulder. the two were about to walk away before they heard it.
"hey, malfoy! what's a freak like you doing with potter? trying to convert him, are you?" zacharias smith asked cockily, strutting up to the pair. harry whipped around, shoving draco behind his back. "oh, potter, please. you shouldn't be protecting the freak. hes just going to make you gay, like him. we dont need anymore freaks in the building. now move so i can beat the gay out of him- make him a little more normal" harry seemed to snap as he punched zacharias square in the jaw and right in the nose.
"another word out of you, smith, and you can bet every single ounce of money in your bank account that you will be expelled. i know too many people to let homophobic bitches like you go around picking on people weaker than them. now, scram! i dont want another peep from you unless it's an apology" and with that, harry took dracos hand and stormed off.
once they reached harrys car harry leaned against it and pulled draco to his chest, burying his nose into his hair.
"are you okay?" draco mumbled from his position tucked into harrys body. harry lazily nodded and sighed. he silently let go of the blonde and opened the passenger door of his mustang for him. draco got in silently and waited for harry to get in and start driving. once they were on the road, draco plugged his phone the aux, playing some taylor swift. he turned towards harry best he could in his seat and smiled nervously.
"im assuming the news cant be terrible if you're grinning, dray" harry laughed, keeping his focus on the road (be safe kiddos).
"okay well....i really, REALLY like you harry. like more than friends. way more than friends. like, i wanna kiss you so hard my lips are bright red, like you. like, i wanna cuddle you for a really long time and call you mine, like you..i promise it's okay if you dont feel the same! ive just been holding off telling you for a really long time bu-" harry cut draco off by placing a hand on his thigh, leaving the boy flustered.
"i like you a lot too, my dragon. id go as far to say i love you. so, so very much" harry smiled, pulling into the parking lot of the diner and smirking at draco. he leaned over and gave him a sweet kiss. "is this what they mean by opposites attract?"
"ugh, you're too cheesy"
"awe, you love me. be my boyfriend?"
"of course" draco beamed, kissing harry again. maybe pastel and the punk could work out after all.
all was well.
WOW okay this was kinda hard to write but whateva i kinda like it! and i really hope you did too!!
#harry potter#hogwarts#yer a wizard harry#draco is baby#boyfriend#harry x draco#draco malfoy#drarry#gay#fanfic
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When I Grow Up (Lee Seokmin)
So...Erin snapped me that we hit 1300 followers as I was finishing this!! Thanks my loves for sticking around!!! We try to keep you happy!!! I still have plenty of ideas but no time, but I’m trying!!! I hope it captured the growing theme!!!!
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Word count: 5607
Inspo: When I Grow Up
Y/N age 12:
“Did you know chocolate is a vegetable?” You looked up from your homework to stare at the ten-year-old boy you were babysitting and shook your head. “I’m serious,” he continued. He attempted to clean the cookie crumbs off of his mouth, only to smear one of the chocolate chips that had gotten stuck. He laughed at his mistake.
At that, you smiled at him and cleaned his face. “Finish your snack and then we can start your homework. And it’s shower day, so we need to make sure you’re clean when your parents come home.”
“I don’t smell though,” he whined, his lower lip sticking out in a pout. He reached over to grab another cookie and accidentally knocked over his glass of milk. You managed to pick up your worksheet in time but by the time you found a rag, it managed to seep into Seokmin’s shirt and pants. “Oops,” he said sheepishly. “Can I shower right now? Milk smells gross when it’s not cold anymore.”
“Okay. Being me your clothes when you’re done and then I can wash them.” You walked to the kitchen sink to wring out the milk, nearly gagging when you felt it running through your fingertips and washed the cloth thoroughly. You heard the shower running, thankful that he listened to you and threw his soiled outfit in the washer.
You had been watching Seokmin for a few weeks and you learned how to adapt to his hyperactive personality, which made you proud of yourself. You didn’t force him to stay still or make him do things quietly. Instead, you let him take out all the Hot Wheels he owned and build all the bridges with the VHS cassettes his parents stored away and let him play to his heart’s content. Like many kids his age he would’ve rather done that than start his homework, which was normal. And he liked to bribe his way to have dessert for dinner, which never happened but you commended him (hah! You managed to use a vocabulary word from one of your classes!) for always trying. You’ve met his sister several times but she was currently in that phase where she was embarrassed by her younger brother so you often stepped in with the babysitting. He was a sweet kid and one of your favorites at that.
“Y/N, I’m out,” he called you a few minutes later. He stood in front of the doorway fully changed into his favorite Spongebob pajamas, the water dripping onto the carpet and held out his towel for you to dry his hair. Seokmin’s favorite thing about showers was having someone running the bath towel through his scalp to dry his hair, or anyone just playing with his hair in general. He liked that more than when someone scratched his back when he tried sleeping.
“Alright, you’re all done. Now get started on your homework. I don’t know what time your parents are getting home today but I know I let you play long enough.”
“Five more minutes?”
“Sorry buddy. We had a deal. Homework now, and then maybe TV later if they’re not here yet.” You checked the time. “I think they left pizza money just in case.”
Seokmin’s eyes widened. “I like pizza! With lots and lots of pepperoni and lots and lots of cheese. Can you order pizza Y/N?” He clapped his hands together. “I promise I’ll do all my homework and I won’t say nothing. We never had pizza before.”
You mulled it over a little bit more, not really trusting the child’s word, but when your stomach growled, you agreed. “Fine. Start it now and I’ll call.” You had to admit that it was a comical sight to see Seokmin zoom out of the room and put his backpack back in in record time.
He pulled out his folder, sending a few loose papers flying in the process and searched through them until he found the one for his reading log. “I don’t like reading so can we do it last?”
The homework session flew by with moderate amounts of complaints from Seokmin (despite his promise to stay quiet) and almost crying a couple of times because he couldn’t pronounce some of the words right. The pizza arrived before he finished so he ate while he read, getting some of the oil on the paper and you telling him to put his slice down so he can concentrate and by the time the Lees came home, he was grumbling about taking the empty box to the trash and how he could’ve been playing with his cars. But he smiled the whole time and begged his parents to let you sleepover and then to go with his dad to take you home even though you lived across the street.
“You’re coming tomorrow, right?” He asked hopefully before you left.
“Tomorrow and the day after that,” you promised.
“Y/N, will you still take care of me when I grow up?”
“Ask me in 10 years Seok. You might change your mind and be too old for a babysitter then. Good night.”
Y/N age 13:
“I can’t believe I’m finally going to your house! You’ve been in my life forever and I never knew what the inside of your house looks like.” Seokmin talked a lot faster when he was excited so all you caught about this conversation was how it was related to you was how his new best friend having a pool at his house and him (the friend) going swimming whenever he wanted, among other things. He stopped talking long enough to watch you unlock your door and he changed the subject. “Is your room messy like mine or does someone make you clean it? Do you have to do chores too? One time my friend got his Xbox taken away because he didn’t wash dishes the other day…”
“Seokmin, I’ve had a long day, and I’d appreciate it if you stayed quiet for two minutes, please.” You flopped on the couch, closing your eyes and hoping to finish the day. A new school was tough enough but it was tougher when you were trying to fit in with the crowds and no one spared you a second glance. It didn’t help that you had developed a fast crush on a boy in one of your classes when he picked up your mechanical pencil and said red was his favorite color. “Do you want something to eat?” When he didn’t answer, you opened your eyes to see Seokmin wiping his own. “Hey are you okay? What’s wrong?”
“Do you not like me anymore Y/N?” He sniffed. “You never talked to me like that.”
You let out a big breath, reminding yourself to be patient with the young boy. “Yes Seokmin, I still like you. I just...didn’t have the best day.”
“My mommy says it isn’t good to do things like that.” He stopped the last of his tears, and quietly took out his homework to work on on the coffee table.
“I’m sorry,” you told him after awhile. “I’ll try harder...but listen, I know the neighbors got a new dog. Do you wanna go see if they’ll let us walk him?”
At that, Seokmin forgot about the pain in his heart and smiled wide enough for all his teeth to show through. “I like dogs! Can we get slushies too?”
“If you want,” you shrugged. “I just don’t want you to be sad anymore. You’re not Seokmin if you’re not smiling.”
“I won’t be sad anymore Y/N! Promise!” He crossed his heart with his finger and beamed at you until you laughed. “Y/N?”
“Yeah?”
“Do I make you happy? Even when I’m annoying?”
“You are without a doubt one of my favorite kids.” You found his beanie on the couch and put it on him in case the air had a chilly bite to it, and patted his head fondly. “Then again, you’re the only one I watch most days of the week.”
“When I grow up, do you think there’ll be someone you’ll love more than me?”
“Ask me in 10 years pal. As of right now, no.” Although you couldn’t help thinking about that guy in your class.
Y/N age 14:
“I’m too old for a babysitter,” he huffed.
“Seokmin, the fact that you and your friends had to graffiti a wall when you were unsupervised says otherwise.” You sighed. Truthfully, a 12-year-old had some (or should’ve had) common sense at this point so even you didn’t know why you still watched him. You would’ve rather stayed home curled up somewhere, taking an online quiz about which Big Time Rush boy was your soulmate or memorizing the newest One Direction song and cursing the peak of puberty for the imbalances of your life.
But because the Lees still paid you to watch their son, Seokmin sometimes felt more like the gum under your shoe you couldn’t get rid of no matter how many times you tried scraping it against the pavement instead of a friend due to your closeness in age and all the time you spent together. Sometimes you wanted to talk to him about books or music or something that piqued your interest but he still found joy playing in the mud and throwing bugs in your direction. You scoffed at the simplicity of his life. You already knew how you wanted to live. You wanted out of here, going to the school that offered you the best job skills and working the hours you wanted and still have time for your friends. But for now, even just a concert would suffice. Instead, the sun beat down on you and Seokmin as you waited for his piano teacher to arrive and you didn’t wanna hear him complain about being old enough to be here by himself. He had been growing at a steady rate so it was somewhat of a challenge to ruffle his hair in apology because you agreed with him but you managed.
“Why do I even have to play the piano Y/N? It’s so boring.”
You felt the offense personally, but waved it off. “It could come in handy someday.” You pictured your future love in the form of your idol serenading you with a ballad and sighed dreamily. “The greatest composers are still remembered for playing the piano and you know something? You can control the emotion with just a stroke of the keys.”
“Still sounds boring.”
“Well, I tried,” you laughed. “I’ll let you in a secret though.” Seokmin’s eyes widened and he leaned in closer to you, eager for you to spill. You lowered your voice, making it seem like it was important that this information be shared with him only, “If you don’t like it, your mom said we can find something else for you to do. But just give it a shot, okay?”
“Okay, I will!” He bounced up and down. “But if I don’t like it, can we go watch movies or go play at the park?”
“Not today, but we will if you don’t like it. We’re just trying to keep you out of trouble.” You ruffled his hair again and kneeled. You pointed to your lap and he raised his left foot so you tie his shoe.
“I don’t cause trouble,” he pouted. “When I grow up, you’ll see that I’m an angel.”
Y/N, age 15:
You were on your feet, giving Seokmin his standing ovation before he even finished hitting the last note, and he stared out at the crowd, finding you easily. The audience followed soon after, most of them standing up as well. He shuffled off his seat, his pudgy hand waving excitedly at everyone. Tears pooled at his eyes from the emotion and a few slipped and he wiped them away just as quickly. Win or lose, you knew he gave his all and that was the most important thing. The host shuffled him backstage, announcing a quick intermission for deliberation and the crowd started voicing their opinions, some louder than others and you had to cover your ears.
Although you didn’t watch Seokmin anymore, it didn’t mean anything, especially recently. His parents had it let it drop that Seokmin was being bullied at school and he needed all the support he could get while they worked with the administrators to do something about it before they took the law into their own hands. That meant distracting him with whatever he wanted and protecting him when you heard particularly nasty comments about him. (Now you weren’t a fighter by any means, but you didn’t exactly shy away from throwing a couple of punches or books when necessary, regardless of age, gender, or height.)
He found his escape on the piano, pouring out his sentiments onto the keys and playing for several hours and you could often hear the heartbreaking melodies, wanting to console him and find everyone who hurt the precious human who said hello to plants every morning and often stayed wary of the insects. You did pride yourself on finding a couple of them and dragging them by the ear to apologize though it wasn’t a complete loss.
You could feel Mrs. Lee’s clammy hand wrap around yours as everyone held their breath. Fifth place was announced, followed by the fourth, third, second, the honorable mentions and finally to no one’s surprise, Seokmin’s name was called as he won first place, the host stating that the song choice baffled the judges, especially when his he opened his mouth to sing. He was still crying when he met everyone outside minutes later, holding both his parents and hiccuping whenever he tried composing himself. His sister sprayed him with silly string and offered to treat him to breakfast the next time they hung out. And you merely held out the bouquet of roses to him, showering him with all the compliments you could think of and watching his eyes mist up again from the praise. You stuck a twig full of leaves on his hair to distract him and it worked.
“Y/N, are you always gonna be like this?” He asked, dodging his mom’s kiss as discreetly as possible.
“Like what?”
“Being here when I grow up.”
You smiled at him. “Buddy, I think it’d be a crime to not to at this point.” You wiped the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his sweater you were holding.
Y/N, age 16:
“I mean, if you wanna sing, then sing.” You had bumped into a tall and awkward 14-year-old Seokmin at a karaoke night, you with your friends and him with his. Well, you had passed his table and he pulled on your backpack and hid behind the food menu so you shrugged it off and walked away.
He had the habit of greeting you with an ear-splitting scream because you didn’t see each other as often as you were used to. (High school...what could you do? You wanted to shred your old image ad start a new one, though you weren’t sure how. Your teenage rebellion did give your family a headache so you knew you were doing something right). He told you about the possibility of moving to Seoul City to pursue his new dream of becoming famous. His asset turned out to be his voice which you couldn’t help but grin at the recognition.
“I’m leaving next week so tonight we’re having a night of fun.” He beamed at you. “But we should do a duet like we used to when I was little before we go!”
Because he was sitting down, he made it easy for you to pat his head and then pull his hoodie over him so he wouldn’t be cold. “If I don’t forget, then yeah. I’ll be-” you searched for your favorite table, cheering silently when you saw it was vacant, “-right over there if you need me. I won’t be as good as you though. You mom tells me you’ve been practicing.”
“I try. Okay Y/N, I’ll pick the song and then I’ll let you know!” He wiped pizza sauce from his mouth, missing a spot. “If they throw food though, at least you won’t have to pay.” He laughed at his own joke before one of his friends dragged him away from you and led him to an air hockey table.
“Doesn’t he use your honorific?” Your friend asked once you were seated.
“He used to when we met, but I told him it wasn’t necessary. I’m not that much older than him.” It never felt weird that Seokmin addressed you so casually just because he felt like a friend now, not someone you used to babysit. “Besides, I’m already used to it, so if he started to do it, I don’t know how I’d feel.”
“Besides old?” You smacked your friend playfully. “I’m just saying. It’s not a bad thing, but I was just curious.”
A couple of hours passed by, and you were sure Seokmin had forgotten about his proposal when he came out of nowhere just as you were starting dessert. He told you he thought long and hard on his decision and he chose a Disney favorite: “If I Didn’t Have You” from Monsters Inc. and you let him take the lead, putting all his emotion into his parts and you trying to match the passion and failing.
“I hope we can do this in future when we grow up,” he smiled, fanning his face and you nodded in agreement, not telling him it’d be awhile until you went onstage again. You held hands as you as you took the final bow and yelling at him for leaving you up there.
Y/N, age 17:
“Seokmin, this is my boyfriend.” You didn’t expect to run into the boy while you visited the city, but then again, you didn’t expect your parents to let you explore Seoul City with your boyfriend and yet here you were. After window shopping for a large part of the day, you decided to have lunch at a fast food restaurant. And as you were leaving, you held the door open for a handful of rowdy boys and it was only when the last one thanked you that you recognized him.
He had grown taller, obviously and if puberty wasn’t done hitting him yet, it’d continue. He lost a lot of his baby face and weight overall, and you could see he was slowly getting comfortable with that. His eyes still held the naivety which surprised you because you expected a lot of it to be lost (mostly because a lot of 15-year-olds understood the concept of dirty jokes, hormones and the fact that society rejected anyone who didn’t confine to the norm, amongst other things) and his smile was as wide as ever as he grabbed you in a bear hug, and even though you missed seeing the precious boy in your neighborhood, you had to push him away because he reeked of dirty socks and an enclosed space.
Seokmin waved at him eagerly and continued catching you up on his life as if you weren’t blocking the doorway and there weren't any people trying to get in and out as fast as they could. “I’m here having lunch with my hyungdeul.” He pointed to everyone there saying their names faster than you could keep up. “We have seven boys, one from China and a young one from America and there’s another boy who has the same birthday as me! How exciting! Now we get to have two cakes and double the presents! They want us to debut with 17 boys...isn’t that crazy?!”
“I bet, How are you holding on?”
His smile faltered a bit. “Sometimes I wanna quit because it’s so hard, but there’s a boy named Seungkwan who keeps telling me to go home, but he only makes me wanna try harder. I think I like him but I’m not too sure. There’s another boy named Hoshi who helps me with my dancing so that helps.”
“Dokyeomie,” you heard someone call out and Seokmin turned his head. “Your food’s ready and it’s getting cold. I’m not responsible if someone eats it.”
“Coming hyung!” he called brightly.
You stared at him in confusion. “Dokyeomie?”
“Oh yeah! They call me Dokyeom or DK or whatever! It’s so cool to have a nickname! Can you call me that from now on, now that I’m grown up?”
You tiptoed to remove an insect that had gotten caught on his hair. “I mean I can try. Don’t move. You have a ladybug in your hair.” He froze his tracks so you were able to take it off quickly, and ruffling his hair in farewell. “We’ll see. It was nice seeing you and good luck with your group.” Once you had gotten outside, you made a wish on the ladybug, hoping that Seokmin, err DK would get everything his little heart desired.
Y/N, age 18:
You didn’t expect to see Seokmin at your graduation party so he managed to render you speechless. From what the Lees told you, he’d been working hard and fighting hard for the chance to debut because the company who scouted him couldn’t afford to keep him or any of his members and they preferred to cut their losses. “You’re here!” You managed to say through your shock. You hugged him dumbly, quite sure you were dreaming and you’d wake up soon. Nope...his arms wrapping around you felt too real but even then you weren’t convinced.
“This is one of the biggest achievements in your life and you think I’d miss it?” Although he was teasing you, you could see the hurt making his way to his face. “I think it’s time for me to be here for you this time don’t you think?”
“Oh please, when you debut it’ll be the same thing as always.” You eyed the gift bag in his hand curiously. “What’s that?”
He hid it behind his back shyly at seeing your boyfriend beside you and kiss your head. “Oh it’s nothing...just something that my friend Mingyu helped me make for you. I’ll leave it on the table.”
“Oh no. I wanna open it now. Lemme see.” You reached for it, but due to Seokmin’s never-ending growth spurt he easily put it out of your reach and you had to fight him just to get it. “Good to know you’re still a child,” you told him good-naturedly when you failed to reach him and he lowered it enough for you to snatch it from him. You peered inside, frowning at the tissue paper that covered the present. You took it out gently and were met with a card. You opened it, not recognizing the names inside, congratulating you and wishing you well.
“My bandmates wanted to sign it,” he explained. “I hope that’s okay.” He pointed to each one, explaining who each one was and filling you in on what they were doing that day. “Who knows? Maybe if we debut and we’re famous, they might be worth something.” The unspoken hung in the air and you changed the subject.
You moved onto the actual gift in the form of a shirt. You gave the bag to your boyfriend and unfolded the shirt, doubling over in laughter. “Really?”
“What? My favorite babysitter needs to support her favorite kid and what better way than this?”
“Yeah Seokmin, but it isn’t it a bold assumption to say you’ll be my bias? How do you know that…” you scanned the names on the card quickly, “the dinosaur won’t be it?”
“I...don't think he’d be your type; he’s still a baby.”
“And you aren’t?” He ducked down to your level to pout and you used the excuse to pull the beanie he was wearing down to his eyes. “See?”
“Excuse me? I already grew up!” He wrapped his arm around your neck, grabbing you in a chokehold and not letting you go until you called him an adult.
“You still have a ways to go, dude,” you smiled at him. “Thanks again for coming.”
“When I grow up more, you’ll do the same for me.”
Y/N, age 19:
With the exception of Seokmin and his family, you weren’t familiar with one person in the room, but your eyes prickled with tears for everyone. It was actually happening. After what felt like an eternity of walking on eggshells, everyone had gotten the news that Seventeen would be debuting, albeit with 13 members. But that was only half the struggle. The other half would be staying afloat with what they had for the time being. You hoped that everything would work out for them in the long run. They’ve worked too hard and sacrificed more than everything to get to this point. The boys hugged each other, their parents, each other's parents and each other again, all while crying and hollering and praising the leader, producer and choreographer (you couldn’t tell who anyone was, but that would change soon, you promised yourself) for their talents and efforts.
You could feel your phone vibrating in your pocket but you opted to ignore it. Your boyfriend knew you’d be here already and you wouldn’t be home until midnight, the earliest. It’s not that you had been having problems lately, but something felt amiss, like something was fading. You could almost feel the beginning of the end of the relationship, but you were trying to keep it alive. He was too. But there was a small, subconscious part of you that knew that the first love magic was wearing off, not that either of you mentioned it out loud. You felt a little bitter about it, but you were gonna ride it out until the end...no matter how long it was and with no regrets.
Seokmin running to you from behind and enveloping you in a back hug brought you back to the present moment. You could feel the wetness of his cheeks on your neck and you turned around wipe the tears from his face with your sweater paws. “Are you proud of me Y/N?”
“I’ve been proud of you since you decided to do this. You’ve grown up really fast. I can’t wait to see what else you decide to.” You hugged him again. “I can’t believe just yesterday I was tying your shoes so your laces wouldn’t get stuck to the pedal and now you’re gonna be this big star. It’s amazing.”
“Thank you for believing in me Y/N. I promise I’ll do the best I can as I grow up as an artist.” He bowed. “Aren’t you gonna play with my hair now?”
Y/N, age 20:
finally split with your boyfriend as 18-year-old Seokmin captured the hearts of fans all over Asia and the world.
Y/N, age 21:
said goodbye to everyone in Yongin to move to Gangnam with the promise of a good job and college life while Seventeen rose on the charts
Y/N, age 22:
finally attended a Seventeen concert. The seats weren’t the best and the shirt he gave you for from graduation was still too big, no matter how many times you tried to shrink it, but you had fun watching him. Your heart flip flopped a little when he smiled at the crowd and you proceeded to drink your water as fast as you could.
Y/N, age 23: moved closer to Seoul City because of a better job offer; Seventeen travelled the world both for work and leisure.
Y/N, age 24: The barista gingerly placed your coffee on the table and back away, unnoticed. You looked up from the laptop when the aroma reached your nose and took a small sip before resuming your typing. It wasn’t everyday that you had a chance to breathe and you took advantage of going out to your favorite coffee shop. From the first moment you stepped in there, it had the otherworldly feel and you just loved the homeliness of it, so whenever you had a moment to breathe, you stopped here. Between work, school, making new friends and looking for a potential relationship, you were still learning how to divide your time but figuring out something had to go. You stirred the cup with the little straw absently with your free hand, keeping a majority of your attention on your email.
“Y/N?”
You looked up the person who called you, your brain registering it as Seokmin’s voice but not processing it quickly enough because it still surprised you when you saw him. “Oh, hi.” Your eyes widened and you blinked a few times just to make sure you weren’t hallucinating. “Hi!” You stood up to greet him properly, but unsure whether to hug him or bow. He was an idol now, after all.
He decided for you, reaching for the hug. He grabbed you tightly, wrapping his arms around you as if he didn’t intend to let you go and he sighed deeply. “How are you? What are you doing here? Can I get you something? Wow it’s so good to see you.”
“I’m good. You look good. How are you?”
“Good. I’m taking a break. Woozi hyung needed some more coffee and he asked me to bring him another cup while I was still out.” He smiled widely. “What brings you here?”
“I live here now. I mean I’ve lived here for the past year. I mean, not here, here but here in Seoul.”
“That’s so cool! You have to let me show you around sometime! Or we should hangout! Whatever works for you! Wow, it’s so great to see you!”
You could feel the blush on your cheeks at that. “It’s really great to see you again Seokmin. The years have really good to you and you’ve grown up well.” You straightened the collar on his jacket.
“I dunno about that. SCoups is always threatening to find me a babysitter, so if you’re interested in taking up that job again, feel free to call him.” He scratched the back of his head. “Hey Y/N, do you wanna grab dinner tonight? I know it’s sudden and you have things to do but tonight I’ll be off early and I don’t know when we’ll run into each other again so-”
“Sure.” You held out out your phone to him. “Call your phone from mine and then you can text me the address later.”
And that’s exactly what he did.
Seokmin, age 23:
Seokmin had always been a dreamer, but he never expected his childhood crush to be sitting next to him while they watched movies. He watched your intense expression as you focused on the screen, piecing the puzzle together and your eyes widening when you figured it out. Seokmin didn’t know how you did it, but he knew if he asked, you’d gladly share your theory. He saw your bouncing in your seat from keeping quiet, so he paused it and asked you. When you finished, he smiled at you and cupped your cheek, still not quite used to the fact that he could do it freely.
“What?”
“I’m just really happy to have you, you know that?” He closed his eyes when he felt your fingers dust off the crumbs from his face. Some things, he realized, never changed and he had never been more okay with that fact than right now. “I’ve been in love with you for so long and then this happens after a few years of not seeing you.” The old shirt he gave you was still too big but it touched his heart that you kept it in good condition and still wore it to this day.
“You’re still smiling. Share.”
“Do you remember what I told you a long time ago?” He threw his arm around you and brought you closer to him. He kissed your hair and nuzzled you.
“Seok, you told me a lot of things. I can’t remember everything.”
“What did you always tell me?”
“‘Seokmin, stop running with scissors before you hurt yourself?’”
“Every time I asked you a question Jagi,” he giggled. He kissed your forehead this time.
“‘Ask me in 10 years?’ Okay, what about it?”
“It’s been longer than 10 years. I can’t remember everything I asked, but here you are, taking care of me still.”
“The circumstances are different, but still. Why are you asking me all this though?”
He let go of you and fumbled around his pockets until he produced a ring. “Will you take care of me for another 10 years? Maybe more? It’s not an engagement ring because I know we still have a lot to do, but it’s a promise ring. Will you accept that Jagi?”
He slipped it on your finger when you nodded and you stared at him dumbfounded. “Just how long have you been in love with me?”
“Awhile.”
“How long do you plan to stay in love with me?”
“Always.” He pulled you close him and he could feel you playing with his hair, the way he remembered you doing it millions of times. Your fingers never lost the tender touch and it was one of the times he felt like a kid again. “Maybe when we grow up more, I’ll understand everything.”
“Seokmin?”
“Yes my love?”
“We did grow up.”
He kissed your lips. “But now, we can grow up...together.”
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Sunshine (bestfriend!Calum AU) - Part 3
Warnings: cussing, some pretty intense angst at the end
Summary: Calum drops a bomb on their friendship at the party, but they aren’t going to let distance mess up their friendship. At least not until Calum neglects to hold up his end of the promise.
Word Count: 3.6k
A/N: I’ve been neglecting updating this fic, so I spent all day writing and editing. I hope you all enjoy, feed back is always welcomed!!
Part 1 | Part 2
Saturday finally came around and Amelia once again found herself standing in front of her mirror criticizing her outfit. It was a simple grey hoodie, black leggings, a grey beanie that resembled the one Calum wore last weekend, and her favorite white converse. It was a casual outfit, it was good enough for a birthday party, right? Amelia shook her head, moving a strand of hair out of her face. She wanted to stand out, she wanted to catch Calum’s eyes, but the sound of a knock on her door made it too late to change her mind. Amelia’s mom popped her head into her room and smiled at Amelia. “You look cute. I like this outfit.” Amelia looked at herself in the mirror again and thanked her mom. “Your friend, Ashton, is here? He said Calum sent him to pick you up. He seems nice, he came inside and introduced himself.” Amelia knew that all of Calum’s friends were good people. Not a single one of them have seemed to be disrespectful or anything.
Amelia looked back at her mom and smiled. “Cool, will you tell him I’ll be right there? I just need to grab a few things.” Amelia’s mom agreed, closing the door behind her. Amelia turned and started walking through her room collecting everything. Even though Amelia and Calum were just starting to really get to know each other, she had decided to get him a present. It was dumb, but she got him the latest All Time Low album. She knew there was a large possibility that he already had it, but it’s the thought that counts, right? Amelia gripped the wrapped CD in her fingers and then grabbed her bag. As she ran down the stairs, she placed the strap over her head and onto her shoulder, then slipped the CD into her bag.
Ashton finished talking to Amelia’s mom as she landed on the last step. Amelia’s mom grabbed her shoulders, and then touched her face. “I’m so glad you’re making friends and enjoying yourself. I really like seeing you happy, I thought we lost you there for a while.” Amelia gave her mom a genuine smile and her mom dropped her hands, allowing her daughter to go off to the party she’d been so excited about for a week.
The door squeaked as Amelia shut it after she sat in the passenger side of Ashton’s car. Her eyes focused on the outside, not completely comfortable with Ashton yet to have a full on conversation. It wasn’t a long drive, but by the time Ashton pulled in front of Calum’s house, Amelia felt like it had been the longest car ride of her life. Ashton lead the way up to Calum’s door and just walked straight in. Amelia stepped in behind Ashton and put her bag in the same spot she had the last time she was here, but not before pulling the wrapped CD out of her bag. All she wanted to do was find Calum and wish him a happy birthday but there were so many people in the house that she set his gift on the table and found her way to the couch.
She hadn’t been sat on the couch long when Calum finally found her. “Hey,” he said with a large smile. She responded by standing up and greeting him with a smile, playing with her fingers out of nervousness. Calum stretched his arms out, silently asking for a hug. Amelia opened her arms and wrapped them under his arms and up to his shoulders. As they embraced, Amelia wished Calum a happy birthday. They parted and Amelia moved her hair out of her face, putting her other hand in her pocket. “Thank you, I’m glad you came.” He bounced on the balls of his feet, his smile fading quickly. “I need to tell you something.” Calum’s eyes locked on Amelia’s. Her smile fading shortly after Calum’s. Calum noticed a twinkle in her eye and forced himself to look away, suddenly realizing it was harder than he thought to give her the good news. He wanted so much to have her in his life, and he suddenly felt like that wasn’t going to happen. He ran his hand along the back of his neck, the skin on his arm suddenly tingling from Amelia’s reassuring touch. He took in a breath and smiled. “So, we’re finally going on tour. We leave next month, the 20th. The tour starts the 23rd in London.” Amelia’s smile grew in excitement for her friend, but a look in his eyes made her stomach turn, “We’ll be gone until November.”
Amelia’s heart stopped. She finally had someone she considered her best friend, and someone who considered her their best friend, and that was about to go away. She wasn’t going to have her friend for almost the entire year. The smile faded off her face, making Calum’s heart break. Amelia withdrew her fingers from Calum’s arm and held them in front of her, her palms pressed together. “Oh.” Her mind was reeling, but she knew she had to be supportive of her friend. Amelia faked a smile and clapped her hands a few times, “That’s amazing!” Her fake excitement caused the smile to return to Calum’s face, and that’s all she wanted.
Calum threw his arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug. “I’ll text you every day, and maybe I can fly you out to come visit every once in a while, maybe between terms!” Amelia wanted to cry, but knew this wasn’t the time or place. Calum held her in an embrace for a while, taking in her scent, she smelled like apples, as usual. His eyes closed, knowing every time he smelled an apple he would think of her. He felt like crying, not wanting to leave his new found best friend, but this was an opportunity of a life time, and there was no way he was going to turn it down. Amelia pulled away from him and she smiled at him, wanting him to have the most amazing birthday before leaving to travel the world.
Amelia let go of Calum, letting her hands drop to her side. “Let’s go get a drink to celebrate, yeah?” Calum smiled and nodded. Amelia grabbed his hand and pulled him into his kitchen. They enjoyed drinks and enjoyed each other’s company all night long. It had started to get late, and Ashton had fallen asleep on Calum’s couch waiting for Amelia to be ready to go home. Luke and Michael asleep on the floor in front of Ashton. Amelia and Calum sat together in the kitchen, still talking and laughing at each other. “I got you something for your birthday. It’s kind of dumb, and you probably already have it, but I felt weird coming without something. Wait right here.” Amelia walked over to her bag and grabbed the wrapped gift and walked back to Calum, handing it to him before sitting down, placing her hands under her thighs.
Calum unwrapped his and chuckled when he saw the cover, “I actually don’t have this yet. I haven’t gotten a chance to download it or anything. Thank you.” Amelia nodded and looked at the time and then at Ashton.
“I didn’t realize how late it was. Ashton is supposed to be my ride home, maybe I should wake him up so he can get home and get some sleep.” Amelia stood up and walked over to Ashton, shaking him slightly.
Calum stood behind her, Ashton slept like he was dead, always has. He was well aware that the moment he fell asleep, nothing would wake him up. Calum leaned against the frame watching Amelia as she failed to stir Ashton. He smiled and looked at the ground, running his fingers across his lips, “Maybe you should just stay here tonight?” Calum suggested.
Amelia scoffed and tried again to wake Ashton. “My mom would have a heart attack if she found out I spent the night at a guy’s house, that was full of other guys.” Ashton finally jolted awake and he put his hand over his chest as to catch his heart from jumping out. Calum’s eyebrows raised, impressed that she was able to wake the dead. Amelia placed her hand around Ashton’s wrist to try to calm him down. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, could you take me home? I didn’t realize how late it had gotten.”
Ashton looked around, trying to gather his surroundings, and then sat up, agreeing to take her home. Amelia walked over to Calum so that they were standing less than a foot apart. There was no reason why she wanted to be that close to him, other than the fact that she knows soon he will be so far away from her, that she just wants to remember what it feels like. “Are you sure you can’t stay longer?” Calum asked through pleading eyes.
“Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll text you in the morning. Maybe we can do something in the afternoon?” Calum nodded, liking the sound of that. They embraced again in a goodbye hug and Amelia followed Ashton to his car. Since Ashton was half asleep, they didn’t talk much on the ride home. Amelia thanked Ashton for the ride and he smiled at her, telling her it wasn’t a problem. He waited until Amelia was safely inside before driving off. After Amelia locked the door, she headed for her bedroom. Once she was in the comfort of her room and her bed, the tears finally escaped, eventually crying herself to sleep.
* * *
Calum had been gone for 6 months, but that hadn’t stopped him from calling or texting his best friend every day. They would talk for hours before one of them was told they had to get off the phone. Amelia continued to leave out how miserable school was without him, and Calum continued to leave out how much he missed having her next to him. Amelia also continued to leave out that the only person that has kept her going is a boy named William who came up to her at school and asked her on a date. Since then, they’ve gone out almost every weekend. Calum also continued to leave out how many girls he’s made out with, or brought back to his hotel with him. They both thought keeping those things to themselves was for the best, even though it was definitely not.
Today was different, Calum didn’t have a girl he barely knew next to him, and Amelia wasn’t going to see William. Instead, Calum was coming home for a week, and Amelia couldn’t wait to get the call saying he was home so she could run over there and hug her best friend. Feel his touch again, smell his cologne again. Calum couldn’t wait to get home so he could call her and have her come running over. Ready to wrap his arms around her, feel her body pressed against his. No matter how many girls he pressed himself against, nothing could top the way Amelia felt against him. Finally, Amelia got that call, and she went running. Calum opened the door and smiled seeing his best friend on the other side. She jumped into his arms, body tingling at the feeling of his fingers pressed against her skin. When she finally pulled away from him, she ran her fingers through his hair and laughed, “I like the blonde streaks.”
Calum ran his hand through his own hair and realized how much Amelia had changed. It had only been six months, but she looked like she had aged six years. She looked less like a teenager, and more like an adult. His jaw almost dropped realizing that she was more beautiful than ever. His eyes subtly looked her up and down, then finally locking with her eyes. “Thanks, I don’t know why I decided to do it, but I like it too.” They didn’t say anything to each other for a second. Calum finally let out a chuckle, “So, what do you want to do today?”
What did Amelia want to do today? All Amelia wanted to do was be with her best friend. She canceled her date to be with Calum. “Can we just sit outside and enjoy you being home for a few days?” Calum liked that idea. Amelia sat on the deck and waited for Calum to join her. Calum came out with some speakers and some drinks and finally sat in the chair next to her. Calum turned on some music and sat back, taking a breath of relaxation. Amelia looked at him, wondering if she should tell him about William. Maybe now wasn’t the right time, but when would be the right time? It’s not like Calum was in love with her or anything, why would telling him be such an issue? “I started going out with one of the guys at school. His name is William. He asked me out a few weeks after you left, and we’ve been going out pretty much ever since. I think it’s going great, he keeps talking about moving in together once school is over.”
Calum felt his heart skip a beat. He knew that they weren’t together, or ever expressed any type of feelings for each other, so why shouldn’t she date someone while he was gone? “That’s awesome, do you think you’ll move in with him?” Calum took a swig from his drink, and studied Amelia’s face, trying to read what she was thinking. Her face looked pained, as if she had thought about the answer to Calum’s question for far too long. Calum wondered if he should’ve kept his mouth shut.
Amelia shrugged. “Maybe, we both still have a year and a half left of school, and so much can happen in a year that I’m not sure.” Amelia finally met eyes with Calum again and smiled, trying to push the thoughts out of her mind. “What about you, do you have any special ladies in your life?” She nudged him, trying to play off the question as a joke, but Amelia wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer to the question she had asked. There was no way he didn’t go after all of the girls literally throwing themselves at him?
Calum shrugged, taking a drink and looking out into the void, “Not really. It’s hard to have a special person in your life when you’re never in the same place for more than a few hours.” Calum didn’t want to tell her that he had a different girl in his hotel room almost once a week, he felt like it was a detail that would change the way she thought of him. However, what he said was true. None of them were special. The only ladies that were special to him were his mom, his sister, and his best friend. “Maybe let’s not talk about our love lives, let’s just talk. I missed just talking to you. I mean, I know we talked over the phone, but that’s not the same.”
Amelia agreed and just started talking about whatever came to her mind, and that’s what they continued when they were together during the time Calum was home. Calum left again for the next leg of the tour, telling Amelia that he’d still call her every day. Calum kept up his end of the bargain, but Amelia started to seem a bit distant. For a while, Calum couldn’t figure out why, and then it hit him like a ton of bricks. He was playing a show in Denver today, her home town, a place she’s been dying to go back to since she moved seven months ago. Calum called her, this time she didn’t answer. Calum felt his heart shatter as the voicemail box started playing. His thumb and pointer finger rubbed his eyes, the beep sounded and he dropped his hand to his side, “Hey, ‘melia. I, uh, was calling to tell you how much of a fucking idiot I am. I’m sorry I didn’t fly you out while we were in Denver, I completely forgot.” He sighed and paused, his voice softening. “Denver is beautiful, you were right. It’s summer though, so it’s a bit hot. I’m so sorry Amelia, I really fucked up, I know. I’d like to make it up to you, please call back. Bye.”
Amelia listened to the message, the rage causing her blood to boil. He had offered to fly her out before he left and the only place she wanted to fly out to, he didn’t even offer. She set her phone off to the side and looked down at her fingers. Her mom standing in the kitchen cleaning up dinner. The tears started to well on the edge of her eyes and he looked up and across the kitchen at her mom. “Should I be mad at him for not offering to fly me out to Denver? Because at this current moment I feel like punching something.”
Amelia’s mom put the plate she was cleaning on the rack and turned her head to her daughter. “You can be mad at him, because he knew how badly you wanted to go home, but you shouldn’t hold it against him forever. It was an honest mistake, the poor boy barely knows where he is day-to-day.” Her mom shrugged. “Maybe you should call him back and tell him how much it hurt your feelings.” Amelia’s mom walked out of the kitchen. Leaving Amelia with her own thoughts. She stared at her phone for a while, seeing a picture of her and Calum as her background from when he had been home a few weeks prior. Her eyes closed as she let a tear roll down her cheek. She let out a heavy sigh and wiped the tear away with her pointer finger. She left her hand on her cheek as she held the phone to her ear and called Calum back.
“Hey,” The word was draw out as Calum let out a sigh of relief, worried she wasn’t going to call him back, ever. “Did you get my message?”
“Yeah.” Amelia said still angry with him for not flying her out to see her home town. She closed her eyes, trying to compile her words, “Yeah, I got your message.” She ran her hand up and down her cheek and gritted her teeth. “Calum, you really hurt my feelings by not offering to fly me out to my home town. You know how badly I’ve wanted to go back home.” The tears strolled down her face. Calum clutched his chest, his jaw tensing realizing how much he hurt her. “I’m- I’m not going to be mad at your forever, but I need you to know how much you hurt my feelings.” Amelia put her hand on her forehead and leaned her elbow on the table in front of her, frustrated with the fact that Calum can’t physically see how hurt she is.
Calum sighed, his hand running across his forehead. “I know, I’m sorry ‘Melia. I fucked up and I’m so sorry. If I could get you here by the end of the day, I would, but that’s not going to happen. What can I do to make it up to you?” Calum dropped his hand to his side, then put his hand in his pocket, waiting for Amelia to tell him what he could do. He knew he had hurt her and all he wanted to do was to fix it.
Amelia felt the tears well up in her eyes as she thought about what was going to fix this. She looked up at the ceiling stopping the tears and hesitated at her own thoughts. “Maybe, we need to take a break from each other, I think it might be best that we stop talking every day for a little bit. Let each other live their own life for a bit, you know? We’ll catch up when you get back to Australia at the end of the year.” The words felt like fire as they left her lips, causing her to lick her lips and resist every urge to slam her hand down on the table.
Calum’s heart shattered into a million pieces. What was he supposed to do if he couldn’t hear her voice every day? Her voice is what kept him going most days. He felt like punching something, his free hand balling into a fist. Unfortunately, all he wanted to do was respect her and if that’s what she wanted, then that’s what he would do. Calum looked down at his feet, keeping the tears from falling, and nodded as if she could see him, “Okay, yeah, if that’s what you want, then I’ll just give you a call in a few months when I get home.” His voice hitched and Amelia could tell he was about to cry. Before the both started crying, they bid their goodbyes to each other. Amelia looked at her background of the two of them and burst into tears. Calum looking at the picture of her on his phone and let the tears roll from his eyes as well. He gripped the phone in his hand and squatted while letting out a scream that he hadn’t realized was trapped in his throat. Amelia pushed her phone as far away from her as she could before she slammed her fist onto the table and abruptly stood up and walked away. Maybe it wasn’t for the best, but maybe it was what they needed.
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