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hopskipandarump · 2 years ago
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god i love playing a healer
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"Steve?" Pony's familiar voice called out as the bell above the door of the DX rang.
"Soda's in the back." Steve grumbled as he wiped a rag over the counter. It'd been a pretty slow day, it usually was on Sunday's. Most families were at church or spending time together or something like that. He didn't necessarily mind not having to deal with a lot of customers, but he was getting bored with nothing to do.
That didn't exactly mean he wanted to have to entertain Ponyboy, though.
"I ain't looking for him." Pony said in a small voice. The kid had been pretty quiet since everything with Johnny and Dally, hell all of the gang had. But he'd been getting better and it was nearing a year since their deaths. Did something happen to make him quiet again?
"What's up?" Steve had stopped wiping down the counter, now looking at Pony. The kid's natural hair was peaking out near his roots as his hair grew out. He looked a little nervous and in his head. That wasn't very uncommon though, the kid was always in the clouds
"You have fights with Evie sometimes, right?" Pony rushed the words out and waited like Steve was gonna whack him for the question. (Last year he might've, but Pony's been through enough.)
"Sometimes, yeah. Why do ya wanna know 'bout me and my girl's fights?" He couldn't think of a single reason why Pony was asking him this.
"I mean I would ask Soda, but I don't wanna break up Sandy." Both of them winced at the girl's name. Steve hated how beat up Soda was after Sandy left. Now don't get him wrong Steve wouldn't hit a girl, but the heartbroken look on Soda's face when he got Sandy's letter made him want to beat the tar outta her.
"You got some broad you're fightin' with?" Steve snorted and shook his head in disbelief until he noticed that Pony's face and ears had turned red. "Shit, do you?"
"No, not really." Pony's ears turned even redder, and Steve didn't know if it was because he was lying or 'cause he was embarrassed. Maybe both.
"Whaddya mean?" Steve watched Pony, watched how he took a breath and held it. It was clear he was debating sharing something and Steve wished he would just spit it out
"I ain't got a broad." Pony said finally and Steve was as confused as he had been at the very start of this conversation.
"But you need some kinda relationship advice?" Steve asked incredulously.
"Yeah. It's just, we got in a fight and I dunno what to do or even why he's so mad at me-" Pony cut himself off but it was too late.
"He?" Steve asked quietly, looking directly at Ponyboy. He was glad there was no one in the DX, because if someone overheard this conversation, it could be real bad.
Pony didn't say anything, just nodded slightly with his eyes wide. He was staring at Steve, looking ready to bolt at the first sign of trouble.
"Alright. What was the fight about?" Steve spoke slowly, changing the subject. As much as he wanted to freak out, he couldn't scare the kid into thinking he was freaking out at him.
'I-what? You don't- you don't care?" Pony was still staring at him, his green eyes boring into his soul in a honestly unsettling way.
"No, but some people do, so keep your voice down. What was the fight about?" Steve was trying to act normal, but was pretty sure he was failing. It wasn't the biggest shock that Pony was a queer. The kid had never really been interested in girls and had always liked softer things, like reading and drawing. What was shocking was the fact that apparently was seeing someone. Steve wasn't sure if he should ask, if he could ask.
"He said that I was bein' a coward for not tellin' anyone 'bout us. I don't think he meant it in a real mean way, but I just dunno what to do. I mean, I wanna tell Darry and Soda, but I dunno how. His siblings know and they don't care and I know that my brothers wouldn't mind much, but I just don't want them to be pissy about it, you know?" Pony's voice was quiet but firm as he word vomited.
Steve, did in fact, not know. But he could guess that Pony meant he didn't want them to be super overprotective of him. Glory knows how many times Darry of Soda (or even himself) have had talks with Pony about staying away from girls. And now Pony was dating a boy? Steve could see where Pony was coming from.
Which was kind of odd. Usually it seemed like him and Pony saw everything from completely different perspectives, but sometimes their views aligned. It was weird.
"Do you wanna tell 'em?" Steve asked.
"I mean, yeah. I'm just worried that they're gonna freak out about it." Pony grumbled and messed with the necklace that was hanging around his neck. Steve distantly thought that he recognized the necklace, probably one of Soda or Darry's old ones.
"Why don't you tell your brothers together? Give the guy a chance to explain himself and prove to your brothers that he's not gonna fuck you over." Steve wasn't sure where this advice was coming from, but hopefully it was good. Pony smiled a little, so maybe he was doing alright.
"I guess. I think they're gonna be more concerned about who he is rather than the fact that he's a he." Pony muttered, mostly to himself, but Steve still heard.
"Who is it?" Steve couldn't help but ask. Pony looked around for a second before opening his mouth to answer.
"Curly." Pony said and suddenly, Steve remembered where he knew the necklace from. It was Shepard's. The kid was always wearing it around, especially during rumbles.
"Curly Shepard?" Steve repeated, making sure he heard right.
"Y'know another guy named Curly?" Pony snorted.
"Nah, guess not," Steve grinned, "You're right, though. I don't think your brothers are gonna be too happy about you datin' Shepard."
"Oh well." Pony shrugged with a grin. Steve reached over and ruffled his hair. Pony swatted at him but kept grinning until the door to the garage opened
"Hey, Pone." Soda greeted as he walked in and saw his brother. His eyes flickered from Steve to Pony, both of whom were grinning. Steve just shrugged at Soda's questioning glance and went back to wiping the counter.
"Hey, Soda. I was just headin' out. Gotta meet up with someone." And he rushed out the door before Soda could question him any further.
"What was that about?" Soda tiled his head as he looked at Steve.
"Dunno." Steve shrugged but he was still grinning. He ignored how nice it was to have a normal conversation with Ponyboy, no arguing or bitter remarks. The kid could be fun, sometimes. (And if he threatened Curly Shepard later and made sure he was treating Pony well, then that was no one's business but his own.)
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fizzyapplecandy · 1 month ago
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Ateez as Romance Tropes
The one where Wooyoung has had enough
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Wooyoung x Fem reader
Genres and warnings: best friends to lovers, Wooyung in love, angst, fluff, happy ending, mutual pining, humor, mature language
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Your best friend is at his breaking point after you announce you're going on another date.
Wooyoung was blessed with many things in his life. A loving family, a group of friends he would literally die for, and a best friend and roommate who he loved like no one else.
You see, that blessing was also a curse, because said best friend was also the love of his life, she just wasn't aware. Wooyoung wasn't one to keep secrets, he couldn't. His mouth was bigger than the Pacific ocean, and his mates sometimes wanted to tape it to keep him silent.
Everybody loved Wooyoung, but his yapping was constant. How he managed to keep shut about his crush, he didn't know himself, but he was at a breaking point.
It took everything in him not to blurt it in front of you in the coffee shop as you were telling him about your upcoming date this weekend.
"Do you really have to go? I saw this great new movie coming out on Saturday, wanted to watch it with you." He said, trying to maintain a neutral expression.
"We'll watch it on Sunday, we always do movie night on Sundays." You replied, puzzled by his sudden interest in spending the whole week with you.
No, really, he hasn't left you alone since Monday morning, and it is Thursday now. You and Wooyoung always gave each other space, even when living together. For some reason, he managed to wiggle his way into your schedule.
"Yeah, but I'm too pumped to wait. Come one, you aren't really expecting anything to happen with this guy? He's like, what, the third one in two months?"
You didn't know how to react, but it was clear his words offended you.
"Excuse me? Since when do you keep track of my dating life?"
"Since we became friends? I have to! You never know what kind of creep you might run into!" He said, getting a bit red in the face.
You sighed, leaning back into your seat. Wooyoung has been acting a bit weird lately, but you thought he was weird regardless, so you didn't put much thought into it. Somehow, the way he was going on about this particular date didn't sit right with you.
"Woo, what's going on? Is something troubling you? Are you feeling okay?" You asked, reaching over to place your hand on top of his. He turned his palm around, interlocking your fingers. Wooyoung loved being touchy with you, with everyone really, so you got used to it pretty quickly. You didn't even think twice before reaching over for his other hand to do the same.
"I'm okay, don't worry. I just want to spend time with you. I feel like we haven't seen each other in ages."
You chuckled, watching as he pouted because of your amusement.
"Wooyoung, we live together. We see each other everyday. We brush our teeth together, we eat breakfast and dinner together. You even stay with me in my bed until I fall asleep. Are you sure that's what's concerning you?"
He didn't know what argument he could give. You were right about everything, but you just didn't realise what Wooyoung really meant. You couldn't, not without him telling you the truth.
"I... You're right, of course. Silly me. So, tell me about your date then!"
The way his mood changed so drastically should have made you question him a bit more, but again, you knew how Wooyoung was. His attention span was short, and he liked going from topic to topic until he was bored and found something else to talk about.
You gave him another look, but he just smiled and gestured for you to move on.
"Okay, if you're sure. Well... I met him last week at that new bookstore. We reached for the same novel, and I don't know, started talking. He's a sociology major, but not at our university. His name is Heesung."
He nodded along as you spoke about your little meeting with the Heesung dude, trying not to frown or pout. You went on and on about how smart he was, how you liked the same books, how you drank the exact same coffee order.
"He wants to take me out to dinner, he said the little coffee date we had didn't count. He likes doing fancy things, so we're going to that new French restaurant by the university."
"Hm... Sounds... Great! Yeah, great! So, is Hejung aware your roommate and best friend is a man?"
You frowned, knowing he purposely said his name wrong. Wooyoung did that when he disliked someone, but he didn't even know this guy.
"It's Heesung, and yes, he knows. I told him because he's going to pick me up from our place on Saturday. I didn't want him to freak out."
"Yeah, we don't want to scare poor Hejung."
You wanted to correct him again, but your phone buzzed with a text. You glanced down at it, seeing it was a message from Seonghwa about your study group in the library. You sighed, realising you haven't let go of Wooyoung's hands until you started packing your things.
"It's Heesung. I have to go, Hwa is waiting for me, I haven't even realised what time it is. See you at home!"
You placed a quick kiss on his forehead, something you always did when you said goodbye, and off you went. Wooyoung was never able to return the favour because you always moved away quickly, but he knew it was for the best. He probably wouldn't be able to stop himself from kissing your lips, and that would be a disaster.
Right?
.
.
"Okay, you've got to stop eating on the coffee table, we have a kitchen for a reason!"
"Oh, relax, I'm not even making a mess!"
You sighed, watching as Wooyoung slurped his cup noddles while sitting on the floor and watching something on TV. You also noticed how the carpet didn't reach all the way to him, so he sat on the hardwood floor in his shorts.
Without a word, you grabbed a pillow from the couch and handed it to him. He looked at you confused, until you sighed again.
"Lift your butt and sit on it. You shouldn't be sitting on the floor like that."
He smiled, kind of feeling shy.
"Oh... Thanks. Grab one and sit next to me, this show is good."
You make your way over to Wooyoung, doing as he said and making yourself comfortable next to him. It wasn't unusual for him to invade your personal space, so you didn't even blink when he snuggled up to you, picking up the ramen bowl and slurping away. He stopped for a second, grabbing some noodles and offering them to you. You leaned forward and took a bite, not even noticing how he moved your hair out of the way. These actions were something you rarely paid attention to, but Wooyoung never failed to repeat them.
"So, still on for that date tomorrow?"
You choked on the noodles, looking at him wide eyed. He put a glass of water in your hands, patting you lightly on the back.
"Why are we talking about that again?" You managed to ask, gulping down the cold water.
"Because I thought you might've changed your mind. I never know what your brain is up to these days."
He tried to be nonchalant about the situation, but you could tell he was getting nervous. Wooyoung wouldn't even meet your eyes, and that was a huge thing for him.
"No, I haven't changed my mind. I don't know why you are so opposed to me going on a date. I don't say anything about your escapades!"
Now he was getting mad.
"My escapades? Have you seen me go somewhere with someone in the past, I don't know, two years? No, I don't think so."
You stopped for a second, trying to rake through your memories. It was true, Wooyoung hasn't met or talked about anyone in a long time. How did that pass up on you?
"Are you for real? Not even a one night stand?"
He shook his head, getting up and grabbing the empty ramen bowl to throw away.
"Not even that. Shocking, I know. I just... I can't."
"Is something wrong? Have you suddenly lost interest in dating? Is it not going well?"
He scoffed, leaning against the kitchen counter and watching as you approached him carefully.
"No, I haven't lost interest. And you know I can pull anyone I want, man or woman!" He pointed a finger at you, almost offended by your concern.
"Okay, lover boy. Then what's the problem?" You asked, genuinely worried something was going on with him.
"I just... I just don't want to, okay? Leave it be."
"But Woo-"
"I said enough! Just because you go on too many dates, and you can't keep track of your boy toys doesn't mean I do it too!"
Well, that stung. Did he really think about you like that? Wooyoung seemingly realised what a jerk he was, but the damage was already done.
"Is that what you think about me? Are you implying I'm..." You frowned, not knowing how to handle the situation.
"Y/N, baby... I wasn't... You know I would never..."
He was at a loss for words.
"I get it, okay. I know I've had a couple of bad dates, but I didn't even think it was that many. I just didn't think you, out of all people, would judge me."
Your sad expression made Wooyoung's heart break into pieces. Instead of trying to get onto your good graces, he fucked it up, badly.
You pointed to your bedroom, clearing your throat. Wooyoung panicked, because the look on your face told him you were about to cry, and he was the jerk who got you to this point.
"I'm... I'm gonna go to my room now, I'm kind of tired. See you in the morning."
"No, Y/N! Wait a second, I didn't-"
"It's fine, Wooyoung, everyone is entitled to their own opinion."
With that, you turned around and matched into your room, slamming the door without even realising it.
Wooyoung was left standing in the kitchen with a heart so hurt it felt like it would explode right in his chest.
.
.
The next day came, and Wooyoung felt like shit. He hasn't slept properly, and for the most part of the day you were hollowed up in your room. You got out only when you heard him go back into his.
Your dinner date with Heesung was approaching, and suddenly you didn't feel really up to it.
He was a good man, his credentials astonishing, his looks even better. He just wasn't...
You didn't even know what the hold up was. Maybe you were used to loud, rambunctious boys, always trailing after you and making you laugh until your stomach hurts.
There weren't many on the list who did that, no. There was only one you could think of right now, probably beating himself up about the way you spoke yesterday.
But Wooyoung was never an option for you, because you were best friends. Your silly little crush on him was pushed aside somewhere deep into your brain and heart, just to make living with him easier. You knew he'd never look at you like that, so you made up with the fact a long time ago.
Now, as you were putting your makeup on, you thought about what it would be like if he was the one taking you on a date, not Heesung. You'd probably be at a burger joint, after thoroughly criticizing a movie tight in the theatre. You always did that anyways, so there wouldn't be a major change.
Come to think of it, you did almost everything with Wooyoung that you would with a boyfriend, except kiss. One time, you almost did that as well, but your drunken brains somehow knew it wouldn't be right.
You curse yourself for not being spontaneous enough, because Wooyoung looked like he would've devoured you in that moment.
There's no point in thinking about it anymore, because neither of you addressed it, and life went back to normal afterwards.
Sighing, you looked at yourself in the mirror, satisfied with your outfit and hair. Heesung texted you saying he was outside, and that you could take your time if you needed. You didn't even check if Wooyoung was out of his room, wanting to get out as quickly as possible.
That's why you practically ran into him in the hallway.
"Oh, sorry."
"Yeah, no worries." You replied, trying to move around him.
"You look beautiful, Y/N."
Your head snapped up, looking into Wooyoung's eyes and seeing how tired he actually was.
"Oh God, have you slept at all? You look horrible!"
He chuckled, rubbing at his eyes to keep the tears at bay.
"Yeah, thanks. I tried... And failed obviously."
"You... Wooyoung..."
He shook his head, motioning for you to go.
"Come on, Heesung is waiting for you."
You froze, eyes going wide.
"You got his name right."
"Sorry?" He asked, confused.
"You never get the name of my date right, it's your thing. Why the sudden change?"
Wooyoung stiffened, deciding it was now or never.
"Well... I have to know the name of the man who is about to take you from me."
"What?"
He shook his head, leading you towards the door.
"Come one, off you go."
"But Woo-"
"Y/N!" He said, voice unusually calm. "You have to leave now, please. Don't make this any harder for me."
"Wooyoung, if you're implying what I think you are..."
"It wouldn't change anything now, would it?"
He asked, already making up with the fact he let you slip out of his fingers.
"Wooyoung, I'm giving you a chance to tell me before I walk out of this door. Once I do, there's nothing I can do. Please, just be honest."
Wooyoung though about his options, but he'd rather have you as a friend than not have you at all, so he chose to stay silent. He was confused by your mad expression.
"Is that how it is? Fine."
You opened the front door, turning to look at him again.
"I really thought you'd man up after all these years I spent waiting."
You were gone before he realised what you said.
.
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"So, I heard this place has really great reviews. They say we can't skip out on the deserts, so be prepared."
You smiled, albeit a bit forced, at Heesung's effort to keep the conversation alive.
The date was a disaster. Your table was nice, a window seat looking out onto the busy street. People were walking hand in hand, with big smiles in their faces. You wish that was the case with you, but the events of the evening were replaying in your mind over and over again.
"Hey, Y/N... Is this about Wooyoung?"
Your head snapped towards Heesung, eyes going wide in shock.
"What?"
He smiled, a bit sad about being right.
"You like him, right? I kind of figured it out the first time we met, but I wanted to shoot my shot."
"I... I don't know what to say."
Heesung looked over your shoulder, smiling at you again.
"I think you don't have to, somebody else will."
You looked at him confused, wondering who he was talking about.
"I've had enough! Hejung, sorry buddy, but I have to take my girl home."
Your head whipped up to see a frantic looking Wooyoung standing beside your table. You gasped, frozen in your seat.
"Wooyoung?"
He looked at you, face red and panting, probably from running towards the restaurant.
"Y/N sweetie, I'm about to pass out. So please, before I do, just tell me you love me like I love you."
You stood up, putting your arms around Wooyoung's neck and hugging him tightly.
"Oh my God, only you would do something like this. Come one, let's go before we cause a scene."
"Tell me you love me first!"
"Wooyoung!"
"Tell me!"
You sighed, glancing at Heesung who had a smile in his face.
"I love you, you idiot, now walk."
Wooyoung cheered, turning to look at the man sitting at the table.
"I lied. I'm not sorry. But it was nice meeting you!"
"No worries, nice to meet you too!"
You wanted to talk to Heesung, apologize for the inconvenience you've caused, but Wooyoung wouldn't let you go.
"I love you, Y/N. You know that now. Ah... I'm feeling so much better."
You giggled, letting him wrap his arm around your shoulder and pull you close.
"I can't believe you just did that."
"Why? You know how insane I am, it's worse when it's for you. But now you're stuck with me forever!"
"That I am. Can't say I'm complaining."
Wooyoung turned to look at you, finally feeling the weight lifting off of his chest.
His girl was now where she belonged, right by his side, and he'd never let go of her.
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glassrowboat · 3 months ago
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Letters For You
Valentine’s Day letters from Anaxa, Aventurine, Gallagher, Jing Yuan, Phainon, Ratio, Reca, Sampo, Sunday
Wrote these for my online friends, so I hope you all have a lovely Valentine’s. Love you all, xoxo
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Anaxa
My fellow scholar,
I won't lie and pretend as if I wouldn't rather be spending my time doing something actually worthwhile like studying, but whenever I finally bring myself to put pen to paper in my hectic schedule I find myself unable to use my quill for its intended purpose. I bought it for note taking and truly wished to use it for that purpose, only for me to find myself unable to focus on the words before me as I am stuck thinking of you.
You see, these were originally meant to be notes, so excuse the scribbling at the top. It's all mindless drivel and half-baked theories I'm certain you're already planning to jump at. Your curious mind never rests, just like mine. Which is why I'm so loath to admit that even us scholars need a break.
With that in mind, I ask that you find me at our usual spot to enjoy the current festivities. I'm sure once we're done, it will leave us both refreshed and ready to return to work.
In best regards,
Anaxagoras
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Aventurine
Dearest friend,
I already know what you're going to say about the gifts I have left for you. “It's too much or you should save your money on something else, Aven.” To the point I can almost hear the words ringing in my ear in that scolding tone of yours. It's just as bad as the higher ups scolding me for breaking the cornerstone and yet I can't help but want to spoil you.
But I'll be nice. Just this once.
Instead of dinner at another fancy restaurant you'll roll your eyes at, let's just get takeout from your favorite place and we can play dress up with all the clothes I got us. And yes some are for me, too. I'm sure if you dig around a bit you'll find a particular lacy item you and I can both agree has its merits.
Until tonight,
Aventurine
P.S. No overtime. I promise.
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Gallagher
Babe,
I'm sure you've already figured out the bag of candy is for you. I even wrapped it up with a neat bow and everything for ya, so I hope you like it. If you want, we can even try making a drink out of a few of them like we did with the cotton candy vodka. Remember that? It was interesting, that's for sure.
We can even have what's left after dinner tonight. I'm cooking. Just for you, too. I was thinking of Clockie Pizza with all those toppings you like, and we could have it at the lounge? I'm sure Dreamjolt Hostelry will have open seats even on Valentine’s Day, knowing how dead the place usually is. I'll even dress up if you want me to. Though it might just be best to put myself in your or Sioban care to choose an outfit. Either way, I'm trusting you here, so don't let me down.
Your man,
Gallagher
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Jing Yuan
My darling,
It's a beautiful day out, don't you think? The sky is clear and bright blue, the wind is just right, and the sun as artificial as it might be is perfect for dozing under its shining rays. I even found a record to play a song I remember from days long past. The only thing missing on this perfect day is you. And my work to be done, too.
I take it you're wrapped in endless stacks of paperwork just as I am, aren't you? Even after all the time, they managed to keep you this week. I'm merely lucky I'll have you all to myself once the day ends. The weekend will be ours to enjoy the garden, eat good food, play with our adorable little lion, and each other.
While we may not get Valentine’s Day together between your work and mine, I am happy to make sure we still get to enjoy being together. Besides, choosing only one day to love you when I would rather do so every day for every year you're willing to share with me is far more appealing than showing you appreciation only on special occasions.
Yours,
Jing Yuan
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Phainon
My favorite shopkeeper,
Time really does flash by in an instant, huh? It feels like only yesterday that I came to The Holy City with the weight of the prophecy, both bearing a heavy weight on and lifting my shoulders all at once. Back then, I was ready to face the world as a Chrysos Heir alongside the others of golden blood without daring to think anything could stop me. I was going to be the one who takes Nikador's Coreflame, and I'll be the demigod of Strife. It will be a title I wear with honor.
And that is still my intention, mind you, but I've found something else that fills me with just as much conviction as being a hero to the masses. Do I even have to say what it is? It's you.
Ever since we first ran into each other at your shop and you were giving me a side eye (yes, I saw that) at all the questions I was asking about your collection of antiques I knew I would be willing to take a moment to step away from the duty I have sworn to uphold to simply be with you.
So I guess what I'm asking is: will you be my valentine?
Your hero,
Phainon
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Ratio
My dear,
Today has already been full of one headache after the next from students deeming fit to load my desk with gifts to dealing with Aventurine texting me about how many roses is “too much.” At this point, all I want to do is go home and fall into your embrace.
Still, I have tests to grade. And from what I've seen of them, it's looking like some of them have finally learned how to pick up a thing or two after I started to use the method you suggested last time. As loath as I am to admit, I never would have thought to have my student role play as great mathematicians from the past to keep them engaged. It worked.
You truly astound me. Always finding new ways to show that creative thinking plays a part in being knowledgeable as well. You put the term genius to shame, my dear.
Sincerely,
Veritas Ratio
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Reca
My love interest,
I have met countless actresses and actors who have been praised as if they were Aeons themselves. Looks, skills, the way the camera is naturally drawn to them, why you could name it all! Yet they all pale in comparison to you, my snookums.
No shot is truly complete without your radiance, without your smile, or without just the thought of you lingering in the back of my mind and changing how I see each scene laid out before me. You have changed how I view romance, entirely flipping the genre on its head for me to make something entirely new and unique. You inspired me in a way I never would have thought possible despite all the stories of star-crossed lovers I know. You have simply made me, for lack of a better word, more.
The only thing I could possibly regret about you is not meeting you sooner.
So allow me to make up for all the time we have had apart, my honey bee, by coming to a play with me as my valentine.
Your charming director,
Reca
P.S. I have entrusted the Assistant Director to be in your care today while I am away. She shall take care of you in my stead while I am away, my valentine.
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Sampo
Boss,
It's me, your good old buddy, your pal, your bestest guy, Sampo! Now, now, before you go and throw this letter in the trash or worse yet, set my poor heartfelt words on fire, hear me out. I only have the purest intentions for you today, and that is on my honest word as a businessman.
It is Valentine’s Day, after all, and I can't have such a profitable holiday be soured for my favorite customer. That would just hurt my coin purse. So to ensure that doesn't come to pass, I took it upon myself to give you a gift as a show of gratitude for all you've done for me these past few years.
I'm sure you've noticed them by now.
Now, I hope you like the roses I left for you. They have a bit of an extra boom to them if you know what I mean. Just not the bomb kind. Though you do always manage to blow my heart away so who knows, maybe it is.
Your number one guy,
Sampo
P.S. Okay you can light the letter on fire now just know that if you do I'll be left with nothing to do but drink at the bar until I'm crying my eyes out all by my lonesome. Orrrrr…you could join me. I would never complain about getting some time in your delightful company.
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Sunday
My dove,
This is my first Valentine’s Day away from Penacony, let alone on the Astral Express with a lover I can call my own.
I find myself still adjusting to the sudden change. There's no one watching my every move and expecting utter perfection from me now but me. I still find myself checking my clothes, assuring my feathers are neat, and shining my halo to the point that it shines in the light of the stars surrounding us. They remind me of just how vast this galaxy truly is. How my past choices were a flicker of a flame to everyone else, but to me, it was my last ditch effort at saving a dying light.
Everything is different now.
I find myself mourning.
Only for you to walk in the room and wash each thought away like the oncoming tide to a cluttered shore just with your gaze and a twitch of your lips. It's like I'm hit with a revelation again: that things do in fact get better.
So please, keep smiling as you always do, my valentine.
All the best,
Sunday
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threepandas · 3 months ago
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The answer was still "No", he still can't fuck me.
(But that won't stop him trying to persuade me. How long have we been in this limbo? How long until I give in?)
Overbearing cologne and cigar smoke seeps, like smog, into the room. Just as dirty and cloying as the chuckle that follows. It's a deep sound. Sleazy, masculine, and with a hint of growl. The drawling amusement of a man who knows he's the biggest threat in whatever room he stands in.
And enjoys it.
He's an absolute bastard. I hate him. I'm scared of him. He wasn't even the Demon that was supposed to show up. But? What's done is is done. And now I have to figure out a way to escape... somehow.
Because I Refuse.
Refuse! To let him eat me. In any sense of the word.
When I was... not so much "reincarnated", as that would require my memories be lost, but? I guess, Reborn? I found myself inside a story. It had just come out, before I died. So I never got to finish it. But I had seen play-throughs. Spoilers. Watched the trailers. I recognized everything, and realized what "role" as it were, someone wanted me to play. A frankly? Near psychotic, bully of a girl.
I refused. Utterly.
Not only because the Protagonist was, frankly? Just a child. But because the girl's end was a horrifying one. My character, dragged to hell. Tortured and tormented forever. Granted, they didn't call it hell. No, no, it was the "Shadow Dimensions". You know... where Demons come from. But, come on, it was clearly hell!
Instead? I trained. Ate my veggies. Did my homework. I went to fantasy church each Sunday, and dutifully prayed, to the fantasy Otome Gods. The very picture of a perfect child. Frankly? I aimed for obnoxiously so.
Just so I could get through the plot, then get the hell out of dodge.
But then? THEN? The Protagonist crashed into my life. And made me a horror story. Suddenly I was pushing innocent girls down stairs and into ponds. Spreading rumors I'd never spoken. Taking things I'd never touched. Sending men to do unspeakable things, from which she must be saved. The monster in her fairytale. From which? Her knights must surely protect her.
I'd done none of it.
Had witnesses to prove that.
But what use was the words of my friends? When the sons of powerful houses were forming a mob? For Justice, of course. Because I was Evil, obviously. I deserved it, they howled. Terrified... I ran. My friends helping break out. Smuggling me as far as they could. We split up. Them, running to their parents for help, and me? Simply running.
All the while... wondering. Horrified. Did She? The original? Suffer the same? Was the Story equally so twisted? Distorted truths and inconveniences erased? Had... gods, had she ever even been the villian? I would never know.
None the less, I fled to the one place I knew the Protagonist couldn't enter. Not yet.
Her ancestors cursed Manor. Where the final act would reveal how our families intertwined. History repeating itself, etc etc. I couldn't remember. All I knew? Was that my character met a Demon there. Some secret romance-able. But if I could convince him first? Maybe... just maybe? I could protect myself from that psychopath in pink.
What I didn't count on? What I SHOULD have remembered? Was that spells depend on material, power, and payment. The difference between getting a cup of water and a lake? Can often be how much you sacrifice to get what you need. What chalk or ink you use. How much POWER you pour in to the spell.
I don't know what the Original did. But the materials were likely the same, given I found them there. High grade, if old. However...? However? I was panicked. Foolish. Did the one thing our magic instructors told us never to do. I Cast with emotion, instead of a clear head. Poured bucket of power into the spell, like a hemorrhaging wound. Did not prick my hand for mere drops of blood, no... no I dragged the blade shallow but long.
Spilling FAR to much. Paying FAR more then the Original ever dreamed too.
Would ever DARE.
Fear makes people stupid.
What answered? Was NOT who I expected. Who I expected. It was like the house, and everything in it, was suddenly under the crushing pressure of some great boot. Walls groaned. Pillars creaked ominously. Dust rained from the ceiling as windows popped and cracked. My back, forced to bow, under the mountainous pressure. Face pressed to the blood and ink stained floor. I could barely breathe.
Pressed to the filthy floor, it was like I was being ground into it, for my audacity. Even as space itself warped and imploded, into the shape of a man. A hole in reality. Emptiness, that stepped forward into being, as casually as others go for a strole. I could barely see... but... but...?
W-was...?
Was he wearing a fucking suit‽
Lazily, cigar smoke drifted through the air. Thick cologne commanded the room. A moment, as whatever I summoned considered, whether or not to humor me. Before just like that? The pressure released. Like a bubble popping or a joint, cracking backing into place. I gasped for air. Desperately filling my lungs. Light headed from my still bleeding arm.
Weakly, I dragged my fingers along the edges and muttered a healing spell. It wouldn't be pretty, but... fuck it. I had other concerns right now.
It was only when I looked up, managing to lever my self into a sitting position, that I realized I fucked up. Really, really, fucked up. Even as I watched, classic ram horn whisped away, clouding the demon's head in a mocking halo of smoke. His thick whip of a tail, lazily coiled back and forth, before passing once more behind his back, to seemingly disappear. Leaving only black tipped claws behind. Teeth, far too sharp.
An old school Demon.
One of the Classics, as they called them. Old, strong, and impossible to kill. Notorious. The so called kings of the Shadowlands. The came from the generations before the great Demon Wars. The ones that basically slaughtered the entire existent demonic population for about twenty or so generations. Classic Demons didn't have to rapid evolve to survive like the rest.
They were just too god damned powerful to kill.
Fuck.
The Demon's vaguely bored expression oozed into a deeply amused, wolfish grin. My horrified realization must have shown on my face. And, really, what was more amusing? To a Demon. Then that moment of terror and awe? Seeing them realize that you are the Big Nasty here? Ha ha... apparently, nothing.
"Well aren't you cute, bitty Meat? I could eat you right up." He drawled.
FUCK.
There... there was no way to fix this. I could reverse the summons... but that? That only works if he decides to go quietly. Normally, you can firmly enforce these sort of things, if they refuse to disperse, but... but-! Ha ha... oh fuck. There was no way in hell, my will could possibly win out. That I could force him through a metaphorical doorway. At best, I'd be letting him free as the summoning broke down.
Shit. Okay. S-Seal a Dea...?
No. That's an incredibly fucking stupid idea.
No one has ever, on record, survived making ANY deals with an Elder Demon. The Classics were both fucking vicious and effectively Demonic warlords! Bad idea. Very Bad Idea! But it's not like I can just wait him out. What's a few weeks to is effectively an immortal? Maybe I could...?
"Aaaw, bitty Meat. Are you... panicking? How cute." A claw tipped hand holding his cigar brings it up, to meanly grinning lips. To be trapped, like prey, between predator sharp teeth. Freeing his hand, even as the other never leaves its place, casually, arrogantly, tucked into his pants pocket. "Gotta say, it's not often I get such an adorable little meal."
"Certainly adds a bit of... spice to things~" he chuckled. A deep, curling sound. Like smoke in the lungs and terrible drunken mistakes.
Then? The horrifying. Holding my eyes with his. Smirk growing, wider and wider, as the terror set in and the reality of my situation unfolded, he casually... reached out. As though it was nothing at all. No spellwork, no barriers. No thousands of years of safety measures going up in smoke. As though the breaking of cardinal rules meant nothing, and it was as simple as a breeze.
He reached out. A Demon, before any Deal was struck, past every layer of containment and protections, to ever so lightly? With those lethal, empire ending claws... grip a few strands of hair, that had escaped my careful up-do. Hanging wild, in front of my face. His finger pinched the strands. Deadly. Just in front of my eyes. Close enough to nearly feel the heat of his skin. And..?
Yank!
Sharp points of pain on my scalp. A few stands of hair, plucked free.
I all but stop breathing. It was one thing, to be powerful enough, ancient and experienced enough, to shrug off an inexperienced Mage's restrictions. After all, I was no Demon summoner. Had never studied the dark arts or Forbidden ways. It was entirely possible my restrictions were mediocre. Complete shit. But...? But-! Even I‽ knew there were certain inalienable RULES. Enforced by Reality itself. For all intents and purposes, God.
He shouldn't be able to hurt me. Not directly.
No Deal had been made. I hadn't tried to send him back and failed, thus allowing him to break free during the "you are no longer needed" portion but before completing the "Now go home". The most he should be able to do? Is threaten my environment, mental state, or emotions. Indirect attacks. Not... not direct...
Desperately I look down at my work. Looking for where I fucked up. But... but there's nothing. How? S-So, HOW?! Any harm to me, should-!
Oh.
"Well look at you, itty bitty~! Figure it out so fast, did you? What a clever little Morsel. That's right~..."
He can tank it. Even returned a thousand fold. What mortally wounds a human? Inconveniences a Demon like him. He could be down right atomized and he'd walk it off. That... that's why there's so many warnings. To keep them from ever setting foot in the Human realm. Old school Demons are all but impossible to get rid off and... and the last one that got through? Nearly wiped out two seperate Holy Orders. Took five hundred years to send back.
Finally... I let myself cry.
God damn it. I.. I messed up. This is all so fucking messed up! I just... I just wanted to travel! Visit the coast with my friends. Cute little shops. Those flower fields I'd heard about. How... how the fuck did I-? Why did I have to..? What was the POINT of all this!? If I was just going to end up HERE!? Curling into myself. I sob. Fuck it all. I'm... I'm done. Enough! I can't anymore. E-Enough...
"Hmmm..." the worst mistake of my life says, humming like he's considering something. Grinding my spellwork to smears and ruin, beneath expensive boot leather. As he strolls past me to consider the room at large. Lazily circling me like a shark.
"You know... I think I recognize this wreck. Hmmm, oh yeah. Big tits, terrible attitude. Too many bows. She tried to play the damsel in distress card, like she wasn't just as guilty as the rest. Thought I burned this place down..."
"That bitch was a real arrogant piece of work. Some Saintess. Ha! I've met actual Demons more holy." My tears had faded, dispite myself. Curiosity dragging my attention to hang on every word. The actual, original, Tragedy At The Manor had never really been revealed. As far as I knew.
"So, let me guess," his voice as he circled behind me, was sneering as he spoke of the Protagonist. Like he'd stepped in something that been left to rot. "Greedy little shit, who wants more then she deserves, and was willing to take it from everyone else. No matter the cost. Because she is the victim. The pretty little princess, forever to be saved. And fuck whoever she has to destroy to get it."
I stare up at him with shocked, tear reddened eyes. Face a mess. Uncaring how pathetic I must look by now. Covered in dust, blood, and tears. Was... was the pink horror's behavior... fuckin genetic?! This had happened before!? Oh God.
Glancing down at me, the Demon's face shifts from annoyed disgust to amusement. Something curling through the expression I can not possibly hope read. Deeper. Darker. No longer just the surface flickers of passing fun. As though settling back on his heels, from where he had been balanced on the balls of his toes. Ever ready to move.
"Shit." He breathed out sharply through his nose, a near silent snort. Grin spreading like a beast baring its teeth. Eyes dancing with something I couldn't name. "A cute little snack... no, a sweet lil Treat~ and a fight? Happy fuckin birthday to me, huh? Don't I just get all the fun? Might even decide to keep you, sweet Treat. Make you a lil pet. We could make a Deal~"
"I eat you up, you get all you could ever dream off. It'll be great, itty bitty! Power, prestige. Wealth beyond your wildest dreams. Sex with the hottest fucking demon to ever live~ C'mon, Pet. Let me get a taste~"
"Promise I only bite a little."
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spicyspiders · 8 months ago
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old man logan part 5
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I'm sorry to all the people that have been sending me requests, but I keep thinking of new parts I want to add to this series. This part is really fluffy, but there is a bit of smut at the end.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4
It was Friday, which meant you should have been able to relax. You could feel the heaviness of the week slowly falling from your shoulders each step to your dorm. You let out a sigh of relief once you were through the door, and though it was tempting to throw your bookbag to the floor to not touch again until Monday, you couldn’t risk breaking your laptop. 
Face down on your tiny, unmade bed, your bookbag laid carefully on your desk, you heard the noise of a knock at your door. You had learned your roommate's schedule quickly, and knew that he wasn’t supposed to be back for a few hours. You glanced at your phone with a puzzled expression to make sure you had the time correct before you went to open the door. 
“Logan?”
“Hey,” he said with a soft smile as he leaned against the doorway. He shouldered past you into the room, but not before pressing his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. He carried with him a black garment bag that he laid out on your bed once he was past you. 
“What’s this?” You asked as you closed the door. 
“Open it,” Logan said, an excited look in his eye. 
You unzipped the bag slowly, a dark blazer coming into view as you pulled, “what’s this?” You asked once more. 
“I wanted to take you out,” Logan answered as he played with his fingers, looking slightly nervous, “if you aren’t busy.”
“No,” you said softly, running a hand down the jacket, “I’m all done for this week,” you finished, looking up at him with a smile. 
“Good!” Logan responded quickly, your smile growing with how thrilled he sounded, “good,” he repeated after he cleared his throat. He stepped away slowly, “well I’ll,” he pointed over his shoulder with his thumb, “give you some space and let you get dressed,” he said, stopping to stand in the corner of your room. 
“Some privacy,” you murmured loud enough for him to hear, after noticing right away that sure he had turned his back to you, but that put him right in front of your mirror where he could watch you get changed. 
You could hear Logan’s chuckle from across the room, his eyes watching you closely. Though his gaze was warm, it brought chills to your skin as you changed. 
You went to zip up the dark blue dress pants he brought you, but Logan stopped you, “I’m taking you somewhere nice,” he said with a laugh, “tuck in your shirt,” he commanded, but did it himself. 
“You just wanted to get your hands down my pants,” you said, trying not to shiver when his hands brushed your thighs. 
“I have a reputation to uphold,” Logan responded, helping you then put the black blazer on. 
“Does this sustain it?” You asked, looking yourself over once fully dressed. 
You rolled your eyes as Logan looked you over from head to toe, “you should pack an overnight bag before I tear these clothes right back off,” Logan said once he looked you back up in your eye. 
Under his heated gaze, you quickly packed a bag for the few days you would be gone from your dorm. You had to swat away Logan’s hands on your way to the bathroom to grab your toothbrush, laughing as he huffed in annoyance. 
“You ain’t doing a lot of studying this weekend,” Logan said when he saw you reach for your bookbag, the bag you just packed slug over his shoulder. 
“I have a few assignments due,” you said with a roll of your eyes. 
“It can’t wait until Sunday night? Isn’t that what everyone in college does?” He asked, glaring at the backpack hanging off your shoulder like the mere presence of it offends him.  
“If I get them all done tonight,” you said, securing the other. strap on your shoulder, “we get more time together and you can bring me back as late as you want on Sunday,” you said as you stepped up to him, smiling as he became less grumpy looking. 
“This is why you’re in college and I’m not,” Logan said with a chuckle. He leaned forward to steal a kiss before ushering you out the door. 
“You don’t need to be in college to have good time management skills,” you said over your shoulder, rolling your eyes once more as Logan watched your ass as you walked. 
Minutes later, seated in Logan’s old pick up truck, the radio played softly in the background as he drove. You stole a glance every now and then, looking away quickly at the times you were caught, making Logan snicker.
”You gone shy on me?” He asks over the radio, not looking away from the road. 
“What?” You ask, “no,” you say after a pause, smiling to yourself when Logan places a hand on your thigh. 
The rest of the drive to the restaurant is filled with silence, save for the radio. Each and every time you look at Logan, he has the same smile on his face as his hand runs slow circles across your thigh. 
“Watch it,” you say, knocking his hand away when it gets too high up.
”Stay there,” Logan commands softly once he’s parked. 
Your hand freezes on the handle, and you watch in confusion as Logan quickly gets out and crosses to your side of the car. He opens the door quickly, his face a darker shade of red as he blushes. 
“Thank you,” you murmur.
He pulls you closer by the front of your jacket, looking you over intently as he smoothes out the wrinkles from the drive. 
“There we go,” he says to himself as he looks you over one last time. 
“Thank you, Logan,” you repeat. 
He guides you with a warm hand at the small of your back, opening the door to the building like he just did with the car. It almost feels surreal, but the rush of cool air that hits you inside the restaurant brings you back. 
If someone had told you months ago that you’d be watching the Mr. Howlett tell the host about the reservation he made, standing in an outfit that he gave you, while his hand rested on your lower back, you’d call them fucking crazy.
You look over the menu as Logan sits across from you doing the same, “do you know what,” you start, but your mouth falls open in surprise when you look up. 
“Hm?” Logan asks, looking over the glasses he’s put on. “What?” He asks, his brows pulled down in confusion. 
“Nothing,” you answer, quickly looking back down while you fail to bite back a smile. 
“Did you wanna read the menu to me?” He sasses, sending you a glare. 
“No,” you say, setting the menu down and holding your hands up, “I just didn’t know you wore them,” you say, reaching over the table to place a hand over his balled up fist. 
“They’re new,” he says. He lets out a sign as he sets his menu down, “sorry,” he says softly, his hand loosening, “I’m still getting used to them,” he says, his eyes watching as you laced your fingers together. 
“You look handsome,” you say, running your thumb over the back of his hand. 
“Still do?” He questions, looking up at you again over the glasses. 
“I always do,” wondering if now would be the time to show him that he had been your wallpaper on your phone for nearly a month. 
Logan listened intently as you spoke about how your semester was going throughout dinner. You worried at times that the conversation was boring him, but then would remind you of how it was doing the opposite. Which vaguely came in the form of threats, making you laugh. 
“You can’t do that to my professor just because they piss me off,” you say with a nervous laugh. The restaurant wasn’t that far from campus, someone could overhear. 
“What about your roommate,” he asks after swallowing a forkful of food, “he’s still not cleaning?” He asks, stabbing into his food in a way that made you think he was imagining it was the people you were complaining about.  
“He has his side and I have mine,” you say as you take a sip of your drink. Logan fixes you with an unimpressed look, “but yes,” you say with a sigh as you pick up your fork again, “I wish he was cleaner,” you say, smiling at the way Logan smirked. 
“I’m sure I’ll see him on Sunday,” Logan responds. 
“Logan, no,” you say sternly, not liking the way his smirk grows, “you already do enough.”
Logan barks out a laugh, ”what’s that supposed to mean?”
”You terrified my RA.”
”I was trying to get in your building and they were standing right outside!” He responded, his fork falling to the plate with a clink. 
“It’s every time you come on campus. People know me as the guy with the six foot tall boyfriend that’s built like a brick house,” you say.
Logan stares at you with his brows raised. He’s quiet for a few moments, letting your brain catch up to what your mouth just said. 
”Boyfriend?” He asks, a slow smile stretching out over his mouth.
”Yeah,” you say shaking your head quickly, “I meant-”
”I like that better than brick house,” he says, saving you as you try to stutter out a response. His foot brushes yours under the table, just in time for the waiter who approaches with the check. He pays no mind to the man as he places it down onto the table, his eyes staying on you the whole time as looks at you fondly.
-
“Wait!” You say as Logan crowds you against his door, “Logan let me-”
Logan cuts off your protests with a kiss, one much softer than you were expecting given the amount of time you’ve been apart. Your bags fall to the floor with a thud, your brain faintly registering that your laptop is in one of them. A second later though, your mind is solely focused on Logan. 
With his arms now free, Logan pulls you into his arms, but this time, his head is ducked down into your neck as he holds you close. 
You aren’t sure how long you stand like that in the silence of his house. His breath softly hits your skin as he runs his hands up and down your back. Darkness surrounds you both, which would normally put you on edge in such an open space, but you feel completely at ease. 
His hands move to your jaw to cradle your face in his palms and you both laugh when Logan tries to kiss you but misses. You place a hand on the back of his neck, using your hand to guide his mouth into yours through the darkness. 
He tastes faintly like the food he just ate, but there’s another taste underneath, a taste that’s simply his own. It drives you crazy when it hits your tongue, your arms moving around his neck to pull him closer so your tongue can go deeper. 
You both trip your way to Logan’s bathroom, laughing at each other as you stumble your way through the darkness. Under the light of the bathroom, you see how disheveled you both look with your clothes half on, while Logan’s hair sticks up messily in all different directions. 
“Let me look at you,” Logan breathes, his hands once again on your cheeks to cup your face, “so handsome,” he says softly as he runs his thumb along your cheekbone.
You help each other get your clothing off slowly, like you’re savoring the moment. You smile as you unbutton Logan’s shirt and find one of his signature tank tops underneath.
“Something funny?” Logan asks with a smirk. 
“No,” you respond, trying to bite back a smile. Your hands go underneath the shirt to tug it off, fingers running through the hair on his chest.  
Logan steps away once shirtless to go turn the shower on, a veil of steam already behind him when he returns to get the rest of your clothes off. 
Under the warm spray, Logan once more pulls you close, his half hard cock rubbing against your thigh. His moans bounce off the shower wall when you push your hips forward to grind your cocks together, his hands moving to grip your waist. 
Standing under the water, you push Logan by the shoulders until his back is against the wall, the older man hissing at the cold contact of the wall to his naked skin. You press your lips to his in a dirty kiss, taking in his moans when you get both of your cocks wrapped together in your wet fist. 
You stroke your cocks together until your hand falls away so you can instead rut together as you near your end. You move your hands to grip the globes of Logan’s ass, your fingers digging roughly into the skin. 
Logan moaned at the pain, his hips twitching as he too chased his edge. His hands went to your slick, wet hips, your moans echoing off the bathroom walls. 
The mess you would have made washed down the drain when you finally came with a loud, drawn out moan. Logan answered with ones of his own seconds later as he splattered your chests with his spend. 
His arms moved to your lower back to support your weight as he guided you both fully back under the spray. His forehead rested against yours as your breathing returned to normal as your cocks softened, the two of you exchanging soft, wet kisses between breaths. 
“Having fun?” Logan asked as you slicked his hair back with the water.
“You should wear your hair like this,” you said as Logan reached for the body wash, “or,” you said when he turned back around, your fingers going back into his hair to slick it back to make two horns, “like this,” you said as you admired your work. 
“I’m not wearing my hair like that,” he responded dryly as he lathered up his hands with the soap, “stop pouting,” he said before leaning forward to kiss the pout from your lips. 
“Why not?” You asked, letting your hands fall to your sides to give Logan ample room to work as he cleaned you. 
“I already did,” he answered, looking focused as he worked. 
“Seriously?” When?” You asked, already excited. 
“It was a lifetime ago,” Logan said with a chuckle. 
“Do you have any pictures?”
“No,” Logan responded with a shake of his head, sending droplets of water onto your skin. 
“Oh,” you said, looking down at your feet to watch the soapy water hit the tub, “was it before cameras were invented?” You asked in all seriousness. 
Logan paused to fix you with a glare, his lips in a thin line. 
You yelped when he quickly lifted one of his hands to pinch your nipple, the man’s laughter booming off the walls when you slapped at his chest in return. 
“You okay?” He asked after pulling your hand away, trying to shake off the pain after feeling like you just slapped an actual brick house. “Let me see,” he commanded as he grabbed your hand. 
He inspected your hand slowly, and you yanked it away when he tried to turn it over for further inspection. 
He pulled it to his mouth, his lips pressed to one knuckle after the other, “I think you’ll live,” he said, picking up the body wash again, “besides,” he said as he flipped your hand over, “it’s my turn,” he said as he squeezed a generous amount of the soap into your palm. 
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lesservillain · 1 year ago
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older!alpha!steve harrington x younger!omega!reader
cw: SMUT, omegaverse dynamics, unprotected piv, modern setting, steve is a divorcee and single dad, steve is in his early 40s and reader is in their mid to late 20s an: this is just a self indulgent lil one shot bc i love older men ugh
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“She was totally checking you out, by the way.”
Steve pushes the frame of his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his attempt to hide the pink that dusts over his cheeks at Robin’s comment.
“What? No she wasn’t. Don’t do this today.”
The plastic of the menu bends in Steve’s grip by Robin’s ringed fingers. He tries to focus on the suns glare hitting the laminated paper rather than his best friend’s knowing gaze. He hates that she does this to him.
 It wasn’t their first time at this diner, nor was it their first time being waited on by you. What started as Robin’s attempt to get her depressed best friend out of the house after a quick but painful divorce has turned into a regular bi-weekly Sunday outing for the pair. And thanks to Robin’s commitment to a bit, she makes sure to arrive before Steve every time to sit in your section, all because she caught Steve checking you out one time.
“Why don’t you believe me that she likes you?”
“Robin—”
“Steve.” The tired battle of lifting Steve’s confidence was one that Robin refused to lose. “How many times do I have to tell you that you still got it? A little gray hair and a dorky mustache is, like, the new six pack abs for girls in their 20s.”
“Oh, god, do I need to have Hailey touch up my hair already?” Steve’s hands fly to cover the sides of his hair where his grays tended to show the most. The sudden movement sent his menu flying down to land on the floor next to him. 
“Shit—”
“Here you go—”
Skin meets skin when you went to grab the flimsy plastic at the same time as Steve. A shock wave runs from Steve’s finger through the rest of his body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His hazel eyes jump up to meet yours, and he can feel the breath from your gasp on his cheek. You shoot up, frozen in place as you look down at him. The tension is palpable between you. 
Suddenly, you bolt, leaving Steve still leaning over his seat as he watches you take off out of sight.
“What was that about?” The tone in Robin’s voice had Steve sitting up straight, annoyance clear in his expression.
“What was what, Robin?”
“Um, are we just going to ignore that pheromone drop you just did?”
Steve shifts in his seat, eyes wide as he looks around the diner. A few heads were turned to him, mostly older alpha’s with death glares as their marked omega’s sit blissfully unaware across from them. “Sorry.” He says in a hushed apology, shrinking back into his booth seat.
“Well, at least we have confirmation your girlfriend is an omega,” Robin says over a sip of her coffee. Steve’s ears perk up, but he does his best not to show his interest in the topic of you.
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Steve says with a roll of his eyes. “I honestly probably just scared the shit out of her. Did you see how fast she ran off?”
“I’m sure you were watching.” Steve’s head falls back with a scoff, making Robin giggle at his embarrassment. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I’ll stop now.”
“Thank you.”
“Are we ready to order?”
Robin and Steve turn to the waitress at the end of the table, immediately noticing she’s not you. They give the girl their order, and Steve can’t help but feel some type of way about how you would have just asked them if they wanted their regulars. With a heavy sigh Steve stares at the table’s vintage pattern until Robin calls his name. Her expression is soft, knowing in a way that is both relieving and disheartening.
“Maybe she’s on a break?”
“She hates me.”
“She does not hate you.”
“Yes she does. I’m a grown man who couldn’t control his pheromones all because a pretty girl touched his hand? We should probably just leave.”
Robin grabs Steve’s arm with a laugh as he attempts to make an escape from their booth. “Steve, it’s fine. I doubt you’re the first person that’s done that to her. Just relax.”
Steve sighs and nods. “Okay, okay. I’m good now.”
SPACE
“So you’re good to pick up the girls from practice this week, right? I’m hoping that this project will be wrapped up by Thursday--”
“Of course, Steven,” Robin says as she opens her car door. “You think I’d ever turn down the chance to spend time with one of my favorite nieces?” 
“I just want to make sure. I don’t want to give Becca any ammunition against me, you know.” Steve’s hands flex, thinking back to the argument him and his now ex wife had those months back.
Robin opens her mouth, but decides against whatever she had to say, simply nodding instead. “I’ll see you later, Steve.”
Steve nods back, watching as Robin gets in her car and drives away. He leans back to see her car disappear down the road before swinging his own door open and leaning inside. Reaching into his center console, he pulls out a pack of smokes and a lighter, bringing the butt to his lips and flicking the lighter. The flame refuses to stay, however, the clicking grating his ears with every failed attempt causing him to curse.
“Need a light?”
Steve spins around, bewildered, large hazel eyes like saucers when they land on you. A bright pink lighter sits between your fingers, and with a flick the flame emerges, waiting for him to lean in. He puffs until the heat hit his throat, pulling back to take in a deep drag, letting the smoke blow upward above him. 
When he looks back down at you, you’ve barely moved. Eyes lidded slightly and lips parted just so, almost like you were mesmerized by him. It makes Steve chuckle out of nervousness, not used to being ogled at his “big age” as his daughters would say.
“Thank you,” he says with a smile that seems to bring you back to this planet, eyes blinking rapidly before you pull out your own pack of cigarettes. 
“Yeah, of course.” Your eyes flicker up to him for a moment before giving yourself a light.
“You’re too pretty to be smoking,” Steve says passively, smoke billowing out between his own lips.
You look up at him through your lashes. For a brief moment you look annoyed at his comment and Steve is sure he fucked up again. The words of his oldest going on about how men shouldn’t comment on what women do rings in his ears and he wants to slap himself.
“Well, I could say the same for you.” There’s a teasing lit in your words, but the cute shuffle and bounce combo that you do gives Steve butterflies as it fuels his delusions. 
Channeling his former self, his mind shifts into King Steve mode after 20 years of retirement. He takes a step into your space and internally celebrates when you don’t move away. “Awe, you think I’m pretty?” The tone of his voice surprises him, coming out more sensual than he intended. But your reaction tells him that he must be doing something right.
“You’re definitely nice to look at.” Your words come out even but breathy. Was he really having this effect on you? Maybe Robin wasn’t wrong about him still having it in him.
“Oh, so you like to look at me?”
“Only for about an hour every other Sunday.”
Steve sucks in a breath. The way you’re looking at him right now is making him have thoughts that aren’t appropriate for the very public parking lot of your workplace. But he can’t get over the fact that you’ve been looking at him of all people.
“Is-is that so?” 
“Mhm,” you hum, taking a drag of your cigarette and blowing it out. “Would be nice to look at you for an hour from a different angle sometime.”
Steve coughs on his hit, completely thrown off by your forwardness. But you don’t seem to be deterred, rather you close the gap between the two of you, chests touching as you look up into his eyes.
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Lips move in a feverish kiss as Steve pins you against his front door, keys fumbling in his hand as he attempts to unlock it while keeping the two of you connected. You giggle against his neck when he pulls away, leaving a few kisses against his skin as he finally gets the door open. His hands fly to your hips, walking you backwards into his home where his lips crash into yours once again.
“Nice place,” you say as he moves to leave heated kisses against your neck.
“Thanks,” he says between nips on your skin. A low groan pulls from his chest when he feels your hand slide down to palm at his crotch. A smirk forms on his lips at the little gasp you let out when you feel his size, and he bucks his hips into your hand playfully.
In one swift motion he lifts you up and over his shoulder, delighted by your laughter filled squealing as he carries you to his bedroom. Kicking the door open with a gentle shove, he walks you over to his king size bed and plops you down on the comforter. The huge smile and wild look in your eyes spurs him on, all the blood in his body rushing to his dick when you reach your arms out for him. 
Steve pulls off his shirt with haste, and your eyes fix on the healthy patch of hair that covers his chest that tapers down his stomach to where it disappears into his jeans. He feels a little self conscious under your gaze, but the way your tongue darts out of your mouth, licking across your bottom lip has him climbing over top of you to chase it with his own. 
Hands move between your bodies and clothes go flying until the two of you are fully exposed to each other. Steve’s hard, leaking cock presses into your thigh, laying heavy against your already hot flesh. Your fingers run through his soft locks as his mouth attaches to your breast, nipping and biting until his mouth reaches your hardened nipple. 
While his mouth pays your sensitive chest attention, his large hands have wandered down between your legs and began running his fingers through your folds. His fingers skim over your clit with each stroke, sending little jolts through your body.
“God, you’re so wet,” he breathes out, his blown out pupils meeting yours.
“Just for you,” you say with a smirk, one that turns into an open mouth moan when he finally plunges a finger into your waiting cunt. 
There’s no mercy as his fingers move inside of you just right, hitting that spot with a curled finger over and over. Your hands grip his shoulders, instinctively trying to push him away but he doesn’t relent. He just watches the way your face contorts as another thick finger joins in stretching you out for him. 
“So beautiful.” Steve doesn’t even realize he’s said it out loud, but he can’t think of another word to describe the way you look under him. “Doing so good for me, honey.”
His praises send you over the edge and you cum hard on his fingers. The way you squeeze his fingers mixed with the smell of your pheromones releasing has Steve’s cock twitching in anticipation. When you come down from your high, your arms instinctively wrap around his neck and pull him in for sloppy, appreciative kisses. 
“Mmm, gonna need you to fuck me now, big boy,” you say into his ear, tongue licking at his lobe in a way that makes his hair stand up on the back of his neck. Your soft hand slides down between the two of you to grab his cock and pump it a few times in your hand. “Do you have any condoms?”
Steve freezes above you. 
“Um, well no…” he stutters. “Me—uh, my wife— ex wife—,” he looks at you directly with his clarification, “she had her tubes tied so we, um, we never used them so I don’t have—”
You put a finger over Steve’s lips, hushing his babbling immediately. 
“It’s okay,” you say with a sympathetic look, “I understand. We can stop…or.”
“Or?” Steve asks.
“Or, if you don’t care…then I don’t care? Just pull out?”
Steve felt like he was going to bust in your hand as it worked his aching cock. Deep down he knew it was irresponsible. But the way you were making him feel was lowering his inhibitions. And when was the last time he’d ever been reckless? 
“O-okay,” he swallows dryly, “I’m okay with that. But, um, I do want to be transparent with you.” Your head tilts to the side waiting for his response. God, could you be any cuter? “I, um, I haven’t been with an omega in, like, 20 years. So, I just—just know I’m not sure how long I’m going to last, you know…”
“Your wife—”
“Ex wife—”
“Ex wife, she wasn’t an omega?”
Steve shakes his head. He’d never been one to care about second gender dynamics. Sure, there were elements to their alpha x beta relationship that didn’t fulfill him like an omega would, but he loved Becca all the same during their relationship.
You go quiet for a moment, and Steve is sure he’s completely ruined the moment between the two of you. He’s mentally preparing himself to take you back to your car, but you suddenly move beneath him in a way that flips him on his back. He watches as you straddle his lap, your dripping cunt hovering just above his cock where you still have your hand wrapped around it.
“You poor thing,” you say with faux perturbance, lowering down far enough that you can rub yourself against his length. “Gone all these years with no omega to make you feel good?” Steve nods dumbly, completely entranced by the dynamic shift between you. “Do you want me to fix that for you? Wanna fill me up with your alpha cock?”
“Yes—yes, please.” His voice comes out a pathetic, whiny plea as his glassy eyes stay laser focused on yours.
Without warning you sink down onto his cock, both of you moaning out at the sudden connection. Even with him stretching you out on his fingers and the amount of slick your body produced, your tight cunt still squeezes Steve like a vice as you take each inch of him like a champ. You move up and down, working yourself open on him and Steve can barely stand it, wanting to grab your hips and move you himself. But Steve breaths through it, nostrils flared,  until you’re seated completely against him, his cock buried to the hilt inside of you. 
“Hooooly shit,” he breathes out. Steve needs a second to keep himself from cumming too soon, but it’s a second that you don’t spare him as you begin to bounce on his cock. Leaning over him, your hands rest against his chest, giving him the perfect view of your tits as they bounce in his face. 
“Fuck, you’re so big,” you moan out, brows pinching as the head of his cock reaches deep inside of you. “Even for an alpha, you’re s-so fucking big.”
Steve finally lets his hands grip on your hips, but instead of moving you how he wants, he fights against you to still your movements. 
A pout forms on your lips as you look down at him, and Steve wants nothing more than to shove his cock in your mouth to get rid of it. But, you feel too good wrapped around him so he takes his thumb and pushes it past your lips instead. Immediately you begin to suck and mouth on it, slowly grinding your hips against him to get any bit of friction between you.
When he pulls his thumb from your mouth, it lands on your clit to rub slow circles into it. You whine at the stimulation, trying to buck your hips faster in order to chase your high. 
Loosening his grip, he lets you move against him again. Steve watches in awe at the way you come undone above him, picking up the pace on his thumb as you move with little rhyme or reason. He feels your body stiffen, jaw dropping with a silent scream as your cum all over his cock, your slick coating his balls and dripping down onto the bed sheets underneath you.
Steve is generous enough to give you a second to come down before he’s pulling you off of him and back onto the bed. He watches the way your chest rises and falls as you catch your breath, the far off look in your eyes fading away as you look up at him with a satisfied grin.
“Did so good, sweet girl,” Steve says between peppered kisses against your face, making you beam. His gentle hands maneuver your limp body until you're flat on your stomach. He rubs up and down your back until his grip lands on your ass, kneading at the flesh there and spreading you apart for him to admire.
“Such a pretty pussy,” Steve praises. Your body jumps when you feel his fingers run through you again, followed by an almost pained groan. Looking back over your shoulder, you see Steve’s fingers in his own mouth, eyes squeezed shut as he savors the way you taste. “Fucking amazing. Forgot how good omega pussy is.” 
You hum at his words, finding the energy to raise your hips to present yourself to him, wiggling them back and forth. “Why don’t you come get some? Straight from the source.” 
Steve’s eyes go wide with shock. “Really? That’s okay?”
“Of course it is,” you say with a chuckle. “Why would it not be?”
Steve wants to bring up how his ex would only let him go down on her when they had the time, which wasn’t often for two full time parents. But, he didn’t want to bring the mood down by bringing up his wife or how he felt like he might have been bad at it since she never wanted it.
“I just, uh, wanted to make sure. That’s all.”
“Okay,” you say, moving your hips playfully, “Less talking and more doing then.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Steve salutes before diving in tongue first. The taste of you is like divine nectar in his mouth. Something he could see himself getting addicted to if given the opportunity. 
Flattening the thick muscle, he pushes it between your folds and licks a long stripe from your clit to your hole, letting the tip catch on it teasingly. He feels your body shiver under him, sending a confidence boost through his veins that encourages him to keep going.
Another quicker swipe through, but this time he lets his tongue slip into you completely. His thumb makes its way back to your clit, working it in tandem with his tongue in a way that makes you dizzy. Then, they switch places, his lips wrapping around your bud to lick and suck while his fingers curl inside you, his nose right up against your slit.
Steve feels the way you squeeze around him, familiar enough now that he knows your third orgasm is quickly approaching. But the thought of not feeling you cum on his cock has him pulling away from you all together. He laughs when you let out a whine, only for it to turn into a moan when he pushes the head of his cock inside you. He watches the way it pops in, disappearing in your tight cunt as you suck him in.
He wants to take his time with you, but the way you push back against him has him laughing. “Okay, I’m sorry, sweet girl. No more—teasing.” He punctuates the last word with a snap of his hips, thrusting all the way inside of you. His heavy balls audibly slap against your clit. 
Steve manhandles your hips until they’re just where he likes them and begins to pound into you. Not too aggressive, but hard enough that his bed frame hits the wall with every thrust. Your vocalizations echo off the walls in competition, and he’s never been so thankful that his kids were staying with their mom for the weekend, because he doesn’t know what he would do if he had to tell you to stay quiet like he was used to.
“Fuck! Fuck! Steve! Oh my god, fuck me, Steve!”
Steve is sure he can taste blood from how hard he’s biting his bottom lip. His mind feels like it’s turning to mush again, pussy drunk from how right it feels to be inside you. Biology be damned, but he couldn’t deny it.
Slumping forward, Steve’s arms wrap around you and pin you to the mattress below him. His nose presses into the back of your neck, nostrils flaring again as your sweet scent fills them up. Drool spills from his mouth and onto your skin, and every fiber of his being is screaming at him to bite down onto that sensitive spot. He lets a canine drag against it, and he sees the goosebumps forming on your skin. 
“Oh, fuck!” 
Steve feels you cum on his cock, body shaking and eyes rolling back as you cry out. It’s all too much for Steve, bringing him to the edge where he’s about to cum himself. 
He goes to pull out, but struggles as your body pins his arms under you. “Shit, shit!” He panics, only managing to pull out about halfway, unable to stop himself from cumming inside of you. 
Steve knows that he should feel bad, and he probably will once he finally stops cumming. But, at the same time, he’s pretty sure he’s never cum so hard in his life. And before he knows it, he feels the blood rushing into the base of his cock where it begins to swell. He pulls out of you just enough that his knot sits snugly against your hole, practically begging to be inside of you.
“Holy shit, did you knot?” You pant against his bed sheets, turning your body to look back at him.
“Y-yeah,” He pushes himself off of you, sitting back on his knees. He looks at the way his knot is pressed against your entrance, feeling only a slight resistance when he rocks forward a bit.
“I’m surprised you pulled it out,” you say, giving him a look that he isn’t sure how to read. Heat creeps all over his body as the guilt starts to set in.
“I was trying to pull all the way out, I promise. I’m so sorry. We can stop at the drugstore on the way back to your car and—”
“Steve.”
“Yeah?”
“It’s okay.” 
He feels the way you push back into his knot, rocking back and forth on his still hard length while his cum subtly starts to leak out of you. 
“Yeah?” He asks again, eyes locked on his knot as you work yourself open on it. You’re so tight, but he can feel the resistance starting to give. Maybe if he just…
“Oh my god!” You squeal out. With one hard thrust, Steve was able to push his knot fully inside of you until it locks in place. Whether it be the natural connection between an alpha and an omega or, if your pussy was just that good, Steve can’t help but cum again, filling your already stuffed pussy up with more of his seed. 
“It’s…it’s..”
“What is it, Stevie baby,” you ask in a sugary sweet voice, mind clearly on cloud nine from the soft look on your face. 
“It’s just, it’s been so long…so long since I’ve felt like…”
“Awe, come’er,” you motion for him to lay with you, and Steve follows your command, taking you in a strong arm and maneuvering you both comfortably onto your sides. Underneath the covers, the two of you hold each other like you’ve been doing this for years rather than being a random Sunday afternoon hookup. The hairs of his mustache tickle the skin on your shoulder where he leaves kisses over and over again.
The two of you are quiet as you lay there in his bed. Steve’s mind races as the post nut clarity kicks in. Guilt plagues his brain first, but not in the way he thought it would. He thought he would feel guilty about sleeping with someone he didn’t vow his life to almost 20 years ago, but that’s not the case. Instead he feels guilty wishing he’d not wasted all those years with someone who couldn’t make him feel like this. All those years of putting her needs first…
“Are those your daughters?”
Steve’s head pops up to look over yours. Following your gaze, he sees the picture in question—well, he can’t see it clearly, his glasses being lost in the shuffle to get here. But, he knows what picture you’re talking about. It’s a picture of him and his two daughters, Hailey and Kristina, at their soccer tournament when they were 9 and 7 respectively. Their team had won 2nd place, but the both of them didn’t care because their dad had shown up to watch them play. It’s one of his favorite pictures of the three of them.
“Yeah, those are my girls,” Steve says with pride.
“They’re cute.” You look back at him with a smile, “They definitely get their looks from you.”
Steve feels the heat on his cheeks and ducks his head. “Thank you. Do, uh, do you have any kids?”
“Nope,” you say with a shake of your head. “Well, not yet at least.”
“Again, I am so, so sorry—” You bark out a laugh at his embarrassment and Steve tries to ignore the way you squeeze him.
“I’m just teasing, Steve.”
“Oh-okay,” he settles, daring to squeeze you a little tighter to him. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure,” you say excitedly, taking his hand in yours and rubbing circles into the back of his hand.
“Well, okay actually it’s, like, a series of questions. But, I guess the first one is…why me?”
“Why you? Like, why did I sleep with you?”
“Yeah…”
“Um, partly because you’re, like, really, really hot.”
Steve laughs at that, “Should’ve seen me when I was your age.”
“I’m sure you were super hot then, too. But you look like one of those guys who gets better with age.”
“Thanks…”
“Anyway, I also slept with you because you’re always really nice when you and your friend come in. I thought maybe you were, but honestly I couldn’t tell if you were flirting with me or not. I also wasn’t sure if you and her were dating and I didn’t want to embarrass myself so I never said anything. But when you pheromone bombed me earlier…I had to take my break because I thought I was going to go into heat.
“Jesus, I’m sorry about that, too,” Steve internally scolds himself for forgetting about that. “Forty two years old and I can’t even contain myself. Acting like I’m a newly presenting alpha again.”
“It’s okay…honestly it was kinda hot. That’s why when I saw you leaving, I thought ‘Fuck it, might as well shoot my shot.’ Glad I did.”
Steve is trying his damnedest to stay collected, he really is. But the more you talk about wanting to pursue him, the more he feels like he needs to get away from you before he falls for you. He knows it’s just the pheromones and the fact that he hasn’t felt wanted since Becca left him, but damn does it feel good to have someone want him.
He feels you snuggle back against him. You look over your shoulder at him with a sly expression. 
“Ready for round two already?” You say with a teasing lit. His eyes go wide.
“What?” He asks with a nervous chuckle.
“I’m just kidding,” you say, sticking your tongue out at him.  “Just felt like you got harder when I was talking about how I wanted you.”
Steve sucks in a breath. “I mean, if I can get this knot to go down enough…” It’s been a long while since Steve’s been able to go for a second round. But, he’s pretty sure he’d do anything you asked him right now.
“It’s okay, I don’t mind this for a little bit longer.”
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The two of you ended up fucking for a good majority of the afternoon. At some point Steve fell asleep inside you, leaving you to scroll through his barely touched instagram until his knot went down again. He warned you that pictures of his wife were still on there since he didn’t know how to delete them. But when you told him you didn’t care about his past he ended up fucking you again, which is how you ended up in the position you’re in now.
When Steve rouses from his nap, he’s sad to find you not in bed with him. It felt good having someone to share his bed with again. A king size mattress is too big for only one person to occupy Steve has thought many nights now.
Steve puts on a pair of gray sweats and a tee shirt and searches the house for you. He gets a little nervous when he doesn’t find you anywhere. With a slight panic, he runs back to his room and checks his clothes from earlier. When everything was still in his pockets he grabbed his phone to see if you’d texted him that you were leaving. That was until he remembered that he never asked for your number…
Plopping down on the edge of the bed, he grabs his phone and taps the screen. The picture of Hailey and Kristina opening gifts at Robin’s house over Christmas break comes up, making him smile. But when he looks at the bottom of the screen, he sees the little notification bubble and scrolls up. 
His eyes widen when he sees your name attached to a text message. He opens the message quickly, squinting his eyes to see the screen without his glasses on. 
wanted a smoke so I’m sitting in your car hope that’s okay ♥️
Steve is up instantly, grabbing his coat and house slippers before pushing out the front door. He saw you in his passenger seat, bundled up in your coat with a cigarette still lit between your fingers. You were on the phone with someone, distracted as you looked out the front window. He could hear you speaking with someone through the cracked window.
“Yeah, the older guy. The divorced one…Girl, oh my goooooood…I will when I see you later. He’s so hot though…I don’t know. I kinda hope so. Like I’m sure my parents would be so pissed if I started dating a guy in his 40s…I don’t know. But girl we went at it for hooouuuursss, so I hope so.”
Steve was sure his face was the same shade of red as a tomato. He could hardly believe a girl was sitting in his car talking about how much she liked him to presumably one of her friends. And you were talking about dating?
“Do you want to go on a date with me?”
The words come out on their own. Your head snaps to look at him, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. You mutter a quick good bye to your friend and open the car door.
“S-sorry, I was talking to my friend. What did you say?”
Steve debated on back tracking. There’s no way you could be serious about liking him, so why embarrass himself, or even scare you off by taking things further. You were right, you were old enough that your parents wouldn’t approve even if you both wanted it. As a father of two girls, he can’t help but think about how he would feel if one of them brought home someone at least 15 years older than them…
“Steve?” The way you looked at him had him folding in an instant.
“I asked if you wanted to go on a date with me.”
A smile played at the ends of your mouth. “Really?” You ask coyly. “This isn’t just some little fantasy thing for you? Older man hooking up with a younger girl to make himself feel better?” Steve shook his head.
“God, no. Those aren’t my intentions at all.” Steve’s hand reaches out for yours, which you gladly take, swinging them between the two of you. Steve clears his throat before looking you in the eye as he speaks.
“I’m not the type of guy that does…” He gestures vaguely towards his house. “Does the hook up thing. At least I haven’t been in a good while.”
“I knew you were a player when you were younger,” you say with a cheeky smile.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He laughs.
“I saw a picture that your friend Robin tagged you in on her instagram of the two of you back in the day and…” You gave him a look that made him duck his head. 
“I guess you could say that I was a bit more debaucherous back in my early twenties. But, I think the longevity of my marriage should stand as testament that I am capable of being a loyal, faithful partner to the right person.”
“And you want to see if I could be a candidate for that “right person” position?”
“Mmm, that sounds like you’d need to convince me.” He pulls you into him, looking down at you as you’re pressed against him. “But I’m pretty sure you’ve already got me hooked on you. Just need to prove to you that this old man is worth keeping around.”
The way your smile crinkles your eyes as you look up at him has Steve’s heart fluttering. And when you reach up to kiss him, that fluttering swells into a blooming warmth that runs through his veins the second your lips touch.
“Well, when and where does this “old man,” you echo his words with finger quotes, “want to have this date, hmm?”
The two of you iron out the details over a smoke in Steve’s warm car, and continue to talk well past the setting of the sun. Eventually, Steve takes you back to your car, where the two of you make out parked next to it until you’re pretty sure you hear your closing coworkers coming out the back door from the end of shift.
Steve makes you promise to text him when you get home to make sure you got there safe. You throw a casual “sure thing, dad” at him, and as he watched you get in your car he has to question himself as to why he liked you calling him that…
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semester success. ᥫ᭡
[ 3 chapter mini series ]
in this series, i’m going to teach you all my helpful tips and tricks on how to succeed in the new semester in just 3 quick chapters! get ready to take notes, we’re diving right in!
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chapter one — THE STARTING WEEK
the first week of a new semester can be daunting. how the rest of your semester will go depends on how your first week starts. so let’s make sure we start the semester on the right foot!
class is in session …
୨ৎ — the week before
if you can start preparations at least one week before the start of the new semester, do it!
here’s what you can do:
monday & tuesday - gather all your supplies
the basics…
backpack / school bag
folders / binders / notebooks / planner
pencil case / pencils / pens / highlighters
laptop / tablet / tablet pen / chargers
essentials…
textbooks / required materials
personal care & hygiene products (i.e. deodorant, perfume, lip balm, hair ties, hand sanitizer, feminine products)
headphones
in case you’re missing a few extra supplies, be sure to go and make those necessary purchases! create a checklist if you have to!
wednesday - check student email
be sure to check your student email for any new updates from your teachers/professors! you also want to make sure you give yourself a solid amount of time before classes start back up to keep checking for updates and/or important announcements.
** from this point up until the day before your new semester starts, keep checking your student email. i recommend checking at least 4 times per day! once in the morning around 8-9am, twice in the afternoon around 12-1pm & around 3-4pm, and then once more at night around 7-8pm!
thursday & friday - plan for the first week
grab your planner (whether it’s physical or digital) and take some time to plan out your first week! make note of what classes you have on what days & include the times those classes start, write down any important non-school related appointments/events that you have during that first week, and be sure to include time during that first week where you can rest and relax.
saturday - review syllabus & double checking
take some time out of your day to read and review each of your class’ syllabi! make sure you read through them thoroughly and highlight any important dates that show up in the course semester schedule. i also recommend highlighting your teachers’/professors’ contact information, and if they have office hours be sure to make note of that as well!
also, let this second-to-last day before the start of the semester be designated for last minute preparations. double check that you have all your supplies, check your student email again, and just make sure you complete everything else that might be on your to-do list.
sunday - relaxing & decompressing
the final day of your break before the semester starts should be used to just rest and relax. treat yourself kindly on this day; pamper yourself! do skincare, treat yourself to a cozy day in, watch your favorite show or movies, journal! do something that makes you feel at ease and makes you feel happy! it’s important to have a day where you can just relax and only focus on relaxing.
you might also want to ease your mind by doing some last minute cleaning and reorganizing! starting a new semester with a refreshed study space/room (whether it be an office or your bedroom) can help alleviate some stress that might still be lingering. refresh your space and clear your mind!
this little schedule might not be the exact one you follow, and that’s okay! i made this as an example of what you can do & what your week before might look like!
୨ৎ — academic weapon style
get dressed up for your first week back! wear the clothes that make you feel confident and that help you set the tone for yourself.
gather inspiration! dress like your favorite academic icons! hop onto pinterest & look for style inspo for different characters like…
rory gilmore
hermione granger
meredith grey
cristina yang
elle woods
spencer hastings
blair waldorf
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cristina yang , blair wladorf , spencer hastings
୨ৎ — create a consistent morning & night routine
it’s important to have a routine, especially in the morning and at night. having a routine that works for you and your schedule will help smooth any rough edges that might come up during your semester!
go to sleep & wake up at the same time every day
incorporate self care/hygiene routine in the morning and night
include health & wellness aspects (journaling, morning yoga, etc.)
make your bed as soon as you wake up
set aside time to unwind/time for yourself
୨ৎ — chat with/get to know your professors
the first week is all about figuring out the vibe of your class, so get a feel for your environment and who your professors are! you will be working with them for the next 16 weeks!
use this time to ask questions, let your professor know a little bit about you, and take notes on what your professor asks from you and your classmates during this semester.
after you’ve taken the time to review the syllabus prior to classes starting, write down possible questions or concerns that you can bring up to your teachers!
before you’re dismissed …
take on the first week with your full strength! create that good first impression for yourself and set the path for your incoming success!
with lots of love, faustina 🌷
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katnissmellarkkk · 4 days ago
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(for the birthday thing)
“Daddy,” I exclaimed, giggling as my father tossed me high up into the air and onto his shoulders.
“Hold on tight,” he instructed, grabbing ahold of my legs and picking up his speed.
“Where are we going?” I looked around at the clear afternoon sky, the springtime breeze blowing soothingly on my face.
“To the woods.” He smiled up at me like it was obvious. But it wasn’t Sunday and my father never took me to the woods during the week. It was a big enough surprise that he miraculously got the day off from the mines as it was. Let alone that his surprise day off fell on my birthday.
At least, at nine years old I believed it was a surprise day off.
I’ll probably never know all the small things my father did for me.
“The woods?” I exclaimed, my voice breaking in excitement.
“Yes, baby, but we have to hurry. Your mama is making dinner and we don’t want to keep her or your sister waiting,” he said, and I held on tighter, allowing him to get us past the district boundary that much faster.
As soon as we were deep in the trees, the wind slowing down and the sky beginning to turn orange as the sun set in the distance, he pulled me down from his shoulders.
“I stashed a special present for you out here,” he explained gently, his eyes serious. Conveying to me that this wasn’t a present I should bring in for show and tell at school or talk about around town.
My parents were still rather paranoid back then about my big mouth. It wasn’t until my father had been dead for over a year that my mother finally stopped bringing up the times I’d scared her half to death as a small child, mouthing off rebellious things that could get my whole family killed.
I waited patiently, though I was probably shaking in anticipation, as my father went to retrieve my gift from inside a tree log.
“Close your eyes,” he said and I did as I was told, my smile growing bigger and bigger as I waited. After a moment, he placed the present in my outstretched hands. “Okay. You can look.”
When I opened my eyes, I screamed. Not out of fear. But out of pure joy. Out of a happiness that was so genuine and unadulterated.
So young and innocent and beautiful that I somehow doubt I’m capable of feeling that way ever again.
“Daddy! It’s a bow!” I cried, my eyes actually tearing up with delight. My father beamed in response and knelt down to my level.
“I made it for you.” He tucked some loose strands of hair that had fallen out of my braids behind both ears. “I knew how much you wanted one for when we go hunting.”
“And it’s my size!” I realized, my glee growing by the second. “You made it my size!”
He laughed his melodic, hearty laugh. “And I tied a ribbon around it.” He pointed to a purple piece of fabric I hadn’t noticed yet. “You always wanted to be able to wear one in each braid.”
“Daddy!” I exclaimed again, jumping up and down now, completely overcome with emotion.
“You like it?” He asked, laughing again at my antics.
Instead of answering, I set my miniature bow down carefully on the ground and then threw my arms around his neck, my face streaming with tears of happiness.
Back then, the only real birthday present I had ever received was a special meal my father had to plan for two weeks in advance and maybe some flowers in my hair from my mother. It wasn’t that my parents didn’t try for my birthdays. My mother usually told the school I was sick and spent the day doting on me, boiling hot water for a special bath or reading me one of the few books we owned.
But the fact that my father had made me an actual, tangible gift was something so wildly beyond any of my expectations and it was a surprise I’ll never forget.
“My baby,” he whispered as he lifted me up in his arms, swaying me back and forth. “My sweet little baby. How are you nine already?”
“Prim is technically your baby,” I said, waiting to hear the response he always gave me.
“You’re still my baby, Katniss. You’ll always be my baby. Until the day I die, you’re always going to be my baby girl,” he corrected, the way that I knew he would.
And I giggled. I remember giggling for a while, until he stopped swaying me and I was just resting my head against his shoulder, the place I felt safest in the world, already worn out for the day.
The sun was setting by that point, rapidly darkening up the sky and I knew as well as my father did that it was time to head home for my birthday dinner.
“Daddy?” I hummed as he knelt down to pick up my bow, taking it to the same log where he stashed it before, all while keeping me securely in his arms.
“Yeah?”
“This has been the best birthday ever,” I whispered and closed my eyes, feeling his arms tighten around me.
“I’m glad,” he murmured, pressing several kisses to my forehead and hair as he carried me closer and closer to District Twelve. “I love you more than anything in this world. Happy birthday, little one.”
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“Katniss?”
“Huh?” I startle at the sound of Peeta’s voice.
“What are you thinking about?” He crosses the room, concern obvious on his face. Then he catches the sight of the small bow in my hand, definitely made for a child’s use. “Oh. Is that the bow your father made you?”
He, of course, knows the story. I told him in detail over a year ago when he asked what was my favorite birthday.
“Yeah, I was just looking at stuff in here.” I stare down at the cardboard box before me and scratch my neck awkwardly, feeling a little caught for some reason.
Somehow Peeta gets the message without needing any further explanation. “I’ll go finish up the lamb stew,” he says gently, leaning down to place a kiss on my shoulder. “Come down whenever you’re ready.”
“Love you,” I mumble as he closes the door behind him. For a long moment, I just stare at the miniature bow, the thoughtful birthday present my father gave me more than half my life ago.
But then something else demands my attention. The orange light, cast by the sun setting in the distance, catches a glass frame against the wall.
The glass frame that holds the only photograph I still have of my father. And it tosses rainbows against the wall and across the floorboards in its wake.
And I know it’s him wishing me a happy birthday. I’m not like Haymitch, I don’t often believe in signs or visits from beyond the grave — not that he’d admit that sober — but I know when my father has come to see me. I know when I feel his presence by my side.
“I miss you, Daddy,” I whisper, so quiet I doubt Peeta would have caught it even if he was still in the room. “I still miss you so much.”
As I turn to go I see a silver butterfly fly in through the open window. And land right on top of my little bow.
[send me an emoji and i’ll write a tiny micro story in honor of katniss’ belated birthday]
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postersofleon · 1 year ago
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Leon had issues and you understood them. Tied in a world where he couldn't even trust his own government, where bioweapons are a common thing and mistrust is common. Breaking up with an alcoholic with the best option to have. However, when time passes, Chris decides to bring you to help with Leon's current crisis. When he sees you, he is ready to give endless promises now. Seven days to win you back.
notes: i maybe like pathetic men but healing is hotter. inspired by jungkook's seven. no assigned race to reader but afab and she/her pronouns for them. EDIT! um, future chapters will have smut
monday: loving you
tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday, sunday
Being an agent wasn't made for you. You spend nearly twelve years training your body, scars had now decorated your body- it wasn't fair that your life was dominated by the cruelty of the world. When Wesker died, you hoped and prayed to any living god that this was over, but it was a useless dream. And with what happened in your last mission. You were tired. You woke with night terrors and your boyfriend wasn't doing so hot either. All the way from Raccoon City, his mind was still traumatized by seeing death that Ada Wong became his worry. He needed to protect her despite her being able to do it herself.
You weren't jealous. No matter how many people warned you should, and trusting Leon didn't bring horrible consequences. That was until Leon pointed a gun on Chris.
No offense, but Ada wasn't worth making your life worse in the government's eyes. There was an uneasy silence now. Even Helena noticed it.
You couldn't date him. His drunkness was getting into a dangerous issue, and now his sense of what's wrong or right. You liked Ada. But unfortunately, despite being a mercenary, she always worked for the bad people. Combining that with his saviors complex. You didn't want to be selfish. It had been years. You dated Leon for years, but right now. Especially pointing a gun to someone who was promised to always stay by their side.
You couldn't trust Leon.
But you still loved him. That was no issue. Maybe you needed to heal as well.
Two years had passed. You were still working in the DSO, but for now, as a nurse who helped the injured agents. It was a suprise when you saw Chris and Rebecca enter your lair. You took off your gloves, "What brings you two here?"
Chris gave a small smile, "Um, well, we are trying to find Leon."
Your eyebrows furrowed, "Leon? Why ask?" You threw them to the trash. Wouldn't bring Jill be a better option considering that Leon was on vacation?
Rebecca cleared her throat, "He is... hard to find."
A small laugh escaped your lips, "Always is." Your arms crossed against your chest. Chris looked a bit disappointed from your words, but Rebecca looked determined with your laugh. "You know where he is?" Your eyes touched the ground before meeting Rebecca's.
"Of course I know where he is. He sends me texts."
Chris looked up, "I thought you two broke up." You nodded your head, "Yeah, but it makes him happy to tell me where he is." And you'll be avoiding his booty calls in this conversation.
"But you need to leave him alone. He is tired." You made sure they heard those words. Leon is exhausted. He needed a break from the life given to him. You turned around and gave them your back, "Everyone deserves to take a break." Your fingers tapped on the cold metal table.
"He needs you." Chris whispered softly.
You turned around to see him, "He needs comfort." You knew Leon way too much. It hurt you to say it because it felt true. "He finds comfort in the bottle more than he did with me." It was your bitterness just approaching over and over. You sighed deeply, trying to ignore your anger.
"If you need him so badly, I'll tell you where he is," You grabbed your phone and looked through all of his texts, "Here." You showed Chris and Rebecca. "Now leave me alone." Your fingers tapped repeatedly against the table, and before you can clear your thoughts you got a message from him.
You turned around to see Rebecca and Chris. You were probably stupid thinking an alcoholic could change his ways. "I'll go."
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honeyhonest · 8 days ago
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✧˖°. habituality
warnings: gn!reader, fluff and comedy mostly, reader is ADULT yuu, curse you sinclair for giving me visions again, one (1) dirty joke, not edited, this is kinda nothing just an exercise in crowyuu thought
length: not too long
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It started Sunday.
You were prone to periods of strangeness. It was symptomatic of your tenure at Night Raven College; some days, you'd be, well, you, your normal, sane self. And some days, you'd be a stranger to your friends; fits of maniacal laughter, moodiness, melancholy, a complete lack of appetite and no motivation, and a repulsion to touch and talk, that all left your friends at a loss.
This was different.
Based on your bright smile and sunny disposition, one might have assumed, from a distance, that today was a "you" day. Your head held high, you walked with a spring in your step, humming some mysterious tune. You weren't bothered by the blinding sun or the bothersome, boring tasks that the Headmage had given you the keys to the library for, which you were now loosely twirling around your fingers.
It was as if nothing could make you happier than surveying the school, first thing on a Sunday morning.
You had even asked Ace and Deuce to come along, although you usually did these things yourself; which should have been their first clue that something was horribly wrong.
"And all Saturday, too," you explain, reshelving the books that had been ripped from their beds during the last "incident" (a Diasomnia student had accidentally taken a Savanaclaw student's seat).
"I am getting better at it, though, if you can believe. It's just a matter of knowing how to pace oneself... typewriters are an amazing feat of technology!"
You finish your tangent abruptly, as if expecting a response from someone whom was absolutely not your friends.
Deuce's head bobs, and Ace pulls him back by the hair to keep him awake.
"...Anyhow, it can be- and should be- said that the students of this school could stand to learn a thing or two from the patience and delicacy it takes to master the typewriter,"
Again, you wait for a response, as if either of them had anything to say to that. Ace is checking his Magicam DMs. Deuce wipes his nose on his sleeve without thinking and then silently curses himself for it.
You clear your throat. "...Right. Well, how have you two been faring?"
"Hurmg?" Deuce gurgles, half-awake. Ace sighs.
"Do you need help?"
"Me?" you ask, shelving another volume of Encyclopedia Twistanica. "No, I'm fine."
"Then why are we here?"
You stare blankly, unblinking, as if shocked to be asked. "What do you mean? I thought you might want to spend some time together. I've been so busy lately, I..."
"All you can talk about is work," Ace says. "You need a break, seriously. Go home and take a nap, Deuce and I will finish this for you."
"Hurrg?" Deuce groans. Ace shakes him by the shoulders until he's upright.
You look between the two, a bit taken aback, but no less thankful for the help.
"If you insist, I... I'll go back to Ramshackle,"
You hesitate, still, to leave, lingering in the doorway as if your friends might beckon you back at any moment.
"Good!" Ace calls. "And, seriously! Go rot your brain on Magicam or something! Play a game, feed Grim, just, no working!"
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It carried on to Tuesday.
The courtyard is unusually (and unluckily, for the events following) devoid of life today, the cloudy weather having driven the students of Night Raven College indoors.
Its only occupants- Ace Trappola, moaning in misery, and Deuce Spade, insistent on revising their history of magic report before taking shelter in the warm, comfortable, strawberry-scented rooms of Heartslabyul- are sitting on a stone bench.
The following voice from behind is near unrecognizable:
"Ah! You're here! I have a surprise for you~!"
Ace stiffens, as if being caught in the act of something criminal, and Deuce stiffens, as if ready to salute whichever housewarden or member of the staff had came at them from behind.
It's you.
"Prefect?" Deuce asks, picking up the pen that had fallen from Ace's loose fingers.
"You scared the crap out of us!" Ace snaps. "I thought you were Crowley or something! Geez!"
You sit between them on the bench and scowl. "Not funny. Crowley and I are nothing alike. And you shouldn't say "crap", swearing on campus like that, you'll set a bad example for the others,"
Ace and Deuce exchange a look.
"Now, who wants to hear the surprise?"
You don't let them answer, throwing your arms out into the air with a dramatic flourish. "I've got the whole week off! Isn't that wonderful!"
Ace sniffles. "...Well, good. You're really starting to freak me out. I asked Trey about you last night and he says you might be manic,"
"Manic?" you ask. "I've never felt better. I just thought if I spent my time more wisely, I might have less work to do. Of course, I'll still have to regularly check in with the Headmage-"
"Woah," Deuce says. "You just said you have the week off."
"Yes, that's right. I do,"
Ace narrows his eyes. "Then why are you still going to see Crowley?"
You give the two a confused glance, as if the thought to not see Crowley hadn't occurred to you. Ace just sighs.
"Your brain is totally fried from overworking yourself. Just take the week off, okay? No staff, no extra studies, no doing Crowley's dirty laundry. Get a hobby or something, man, this is just sad,"
Deuce nods, though his eyes are softer, and more sympathetic. "Take it easy, Prefect,"
You ponder on that for a moment, and then, with an unusual amount of flair and flourish, throw your coat out and stand.
"Very well. I will... retire to my room, for the evening," you say, as if it were some awful thing. "Alone. All alone. With no one to talk to. Or to listen to me... ah, very well, I'm going now! Goodbye! Good night! I'll see you first thing in the morning!"
Ace sighs as you drag your feet all the way inside.
Deuce's smile drops. "Do you think they're going through something?"
"I'd say something is going through them, more like it," he mutters, and then makes himself sit straighter to think. "Y'know, this isn't like when they start acting all freaky and moody."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, when they get weird like that, they start acting like a stranger,"
Deuce raises an eyebrow. "And this isn't the same, how?"
"They're not acting like a stranger. We know good and well who they're acting like,"
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"And then they all but told me to leave and barricade myself in my room!"
Crowley tsks, cradling your face in the palm of his hand, taloned fingers softly caressing your cheek.
"I'm certainly not surprised. No matter how many times I've lectured the students of this school on decorum, they're resoundingly rude! I could not count the times I've been shooed away..."
You whine. "They're supposed to be my friends, though,"
"But they're only children," he reminds you, his other hand holding your hip, readjusting your weight in his lap. "It's in their nature to be cruel. It's our job to teach them better, is it not?"
"I guess," you grumble.
He playfully pinches your side and then cups your face in both hands, holding you still so that he can kiss the side of your head without you losing an eye to the beak of his mask.
"Worry not. They're only protecting their own precious egos- I am sure they respect you just as much as they respect myself!"
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bbanghiitomi · 1 year ago
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THE SAME PLACE AND DIFFERENT TIME
pairing: kim minji x fem reader
trope: fish out of water! childhood friends! first love! little bit of angst! fluff!
waking up feels weird for y/n again, inside the body of a first year college student, her little young soul is stuck somewhere she doesn't want to be. peeking on the window of her colorless room, it's an ordinary sunday, clear skies with no clouds and her view is blocked by buildings. it's so boring sitting here inside her room, a bed with no presence of a certain person she longs for. there's almost no time for her, the world is too fast and there's always something to look forward for.
but lately, her days have become more boring, it feels like she's starting to lose the meaning of a secret world she used to have as a child. consumed by sadness and boredom, y/n doesn't really know what to do, she's stuck inside her dorm maybe for a few more years?
"no, i shouldn't sulk like this..." y/n mentally sighs as she stands up from her bed and walks towards her study table. she hasn't changed one bit, at least that's what she thinks, she's the same old kid who hates sitting around looking sad, someone who persists through every conflict and is spontaneous.
if minji were to see her again, would she think the same?
y/n have always wondered about that, when she thinks of minji, she starts to miss the tall girl again, like always since she left to study far from her home. y/n at first liked to believe it hasn't been that long, until maybe a few more years passed because she hopes when she comes back, minji would remember her again.
but in reality, it's been more than 2 years, 5 years to be exact... in that amount of time, how many memories did minji make without y/n? how many people did she meet?
how long did she ever think about y/n? when every hour felt like another day without warmth for y/n.
does she care for y/n anymore? the thought is extremely scary, thinking about being forgotten is scary...
y/n sits on her chair, grabbing her laptop as she opens it and looks at an email from her school, after her test, the school announces a break for the students and it's 4 weeks.
enough time to go back to gangwon province and maybe see minji again.
"no!" y/n shakes her head as she buries her face on her palms, the warmth of embarrassment spreads around her face. will she even remember me? y/n thinks to herself as she sighs, stretching her arms to her table and leaning over to it, her fingers touching the small and fuzzy bear figurine that minji have gifted her before, there's a smaller version of it, the baby bear.
back then, there really wasn't a lot to worry about, just when y/n's piano practice starts or when minji needs to go back home. back then, these feelings she had for minji were all just something to laugh about and forget tomorrow, but it turned into something bigger the longer she looks for minji.
times used to be more simple and minji used to be enough for her to reach, maybe she have wished for too much and that dream she had since she was little came true, but now y/n feels lonely.
the girl also comes across her last messages to minji, before everything went radio silent.
"sorry!" as if she have caused minji some trouble again.
"it's okay. message me again when you're free." minji sent her.
"okay!" y/n's reply and she hasn't gotten any free time ever since.
should she really come back? is the biggest question she wants to know right now, before she spends her break rotting on her bed all day long.
luckily, y/n's parents came to the rescue, they've been planning on building a small house in a small town in the province and they wanted to hear her thoughts. that means y/n can have an actual reason to go back...
on her way home in the car, y/n sits behind and listens as her parents converse. "what have our daughter been doing? we missed you so much." y/n's mother pipes in, the girl gives her mother a smile before leaning towards her mother's seat. "a lot actually, i didn't know there's a lot to do in college."
her father's laughs, shaking her head. "you'll get used to it kid, we've been living in the city for 5 years... things will get more rocky in the future." he says, y/n nods and smiles at her father. "i understand." she mutters.
her mother smiles endearingly at the interaction before looking behind her daughter who immediately meets her gaze, "don't you want to see minji?" she asks, y/n raises her brows and purses her lips before leaning back to the backseat and shrugging.
"i actually don't know if i want to..." she admits, sighing before laughing and shaking her head. "it's just that, it's been 5 years." she adds, y/n's father takes a peek at his daughter and looks at his wife before back at the road.
"didn't we talk to her family last week?" he asks, y/n's mother perks up and nods, looking at their daughter, who then gives them both a confused look.
"oh right! we missed the town so much, we decided to build a home again in the same neighborhood." y/n looks at her parents and squints her eyes at them before speaking. "okay? and what did you guys talk about?" the parents look at each other before laughing.
"a lot, about the house, the town, the city, university and you! minji said she misses you." y/n's father say and y/n cannot help the way her eyes widens. "o-oh... really?" she mutters.
her mother nods with a bright smile. "she said, you seem very busy and she was wondering why you weren't with us." y/n fixes her hair and the way she sits, before raising her index finger. "so, what do you guys plan to do there?" she asks.
her father looks straight to the road, occasionally peeking at his daughter from time to time. "well, minji's family owns a small inn, right? we can stay there for a while, talk about what we want our house to look like." he shrugs, y/n nods and gives her parents a small smile.
"i won't mind that. i wish it would look like our old house though." the girl receives nods from her parents and it didn't take them any longer until they finally arrived their old town.
standing in the middle of the street, y/n looks rather... lost? or maybe she is, the day is about to end and y/n starts to hear crickets all over the place. it's as if she's never been in this town, there's so many turns, left and right and it's making her head dizzy.
there weren't that much people too, it's like she's in a ghost town! it's not like this in the city, so bustling and loud, full of life.
and y/n starts to wonder whether she was really from this place, did she really grow up here? why does this place look so unfamiliar? just a few moments ago, y/n walked away from the inn before she could even see minji, wanting to gain enough courage to talk to the tall girl again.
and now here she is, lost in the town, not sure where to go. this moment made y/n realize she's changed, a lot... that maybe she really wasn't the same person she was before. the small y/n would never be lost like this...
still, y/n wants to find her way back home, even if she doesn't know where.
"do you still know this way?" y/n hears someone behind her and she immediately turns her body around to look at the familiar face of her childhood friend.
"m-minji..." she can only mutter, minji laughs and walks towards the girl. "why did you leave? when i went to welcome your family to the inn, you were nowhere." y/n shakes her head and puts a hand on her face and she sighs.
"i just wanted to walk around..." though, it was clearly a lie. minji nods and raises her hand as if to gesture y/n to follow. "let's go back to the inn." minji tells the girl, a very endearing and totally not charming smile on her face.
the girl nods and tucking in lost strands of her hair behind her ear before watching minji walk past her and the girl follows immediately.
minji doesn't look back but she's smiling, it's nerve-wracking, y/n doesn't know what to really say as if the words are stuck in her throat. no motivation to fight for her feelings.
"so, how's the city? i heard many great things come from there." minji starts, looking behind. the girl looks at minji and sees the smile on minji's face, her round eyes and very recognizable lips. y/n looks down with a blush on her cheeks and then back up at minji again as she laughs. "oh it's fine, i grew kind of tired of the noise and how boring the city could be." y/n answers, minji blinks twice before turning to the road again.
as they walk, they see kids frolic around the area, to the park and around some corners of the village. seeing that makes y/n reminisce about the past again, how fun and simple it was, what did change? she wonders.
"wasn't it your dream? you told me before." minji remembers that, but remembering it reminded you that you wanted that dream for your parents, because it's a big thing.
"my parents' actually, but then again, their dreams are mine." y/n sees minji nod, her back turned to y/n again as they walk and finally reach the inn. surprisingly, your parents weren't that upset, very understanding too. "thank god minji was there earlier, we knew she'd pick you up right away." y/n's father walks over to minji and pats her shoulder.
"so happy to see you again kid! i'm sure my daughter is too." minji smiles at y/n's father, nodding her head before looking at y/n, who cannot find a way to avoid the other girl. "that's great to know. have you brought your things up inside your inn already, sir?" she asks, and y/n's parents nod.
"we did! don't worry, by the way we should get going for now. we haven't gotten dinner." y/n's mother waves her hand towards minji and leaves with her husband, y/n stops walking in front of minji and looks at her parents before back at minji.
"thanks... i hope i didn't bother you." she smiles apologetically and fixes her hair, minji feels her heart beating as she looks at the girl. minji shrugs and shakes her palms that are starting to get wet. "nope, it's okay. you should get some rest now."
"okay, see you tomorrow." they stare at each other for a good 3 minutes before y/n looks away and starts walking unusually faster to their inn.
"you left the construction site?" minji asks the girl, who looks up from where she was sitting and stands up, fixing her skirt. minji's eyes went to look at y/n's skirt and immediately, like nothing happened up at y/n's eyes.
"uh huh." she says, nodding her head before laughing sheepishly. "i got bored and yeah, i want to do something else." y/n says, minji nods and puts her hands on the pocket of her pants.
"you haven't changed a bit." minji says, letting out a small chuckle. y/n look up back at her, raising an eyebrow at the tall girl. "what?" she whispers, minji walks behind a bit. "i mean, i don't think you changed at all. you're still the same girl from before." y/n feels her cheeks blaze as she nods, humming.
the playground is empty in the middle of the day, when kids are at school, just like it was before. it's almost as if it was the same place, and yes it was but... it also feels like the same time, y/n doesn't feel like she's grown any older.
yes, minji looked more mature, looked prettier, taller and her hair grew longer and more silky.
"really? i always thought i've changed a lot." y/n tells minji, she receives a smile from the other girl. "well, you looked prettier now. but other than that, you wear the same type of clothes." y/n blinks when minji says that she turned prettier... y/n blinks again and laughs sheepishly, looking down on her skirt.
"ah yeah, i feel more like myself in these." truth to be told, it's more on projection. thinking about how much she's changed mentally is tiring, it's like the life in city left her caged with nothing to do but the same thing. the only way she can relived her past self is by wearing the same clothes she used to wear.
minji looks at y/n's clothes and back the the girl's face. "it's nice. living in the city, i'm surprised you're still hesitant about your looks." minji chuckles and scratches the back of her head, y/n blinks her eyes twice and then away. "i just feel like sometimes i don't feel right in my own clothes."
"you look right, amazing even." minji shrugs before offering her hand to y/n. "it's been so long since i last saw you." minji adds, y/n stretches her arm and opens her hand to hold minji's, the texture of minji's palm never changes, despite all the work she does in their house it's still soft.
"i'm sorry if i couldn't even message you..." y/n says, recalling the times she couldn't make any time to reply or even hit minji up. minji shrugs and caress y/n's hand. "i understand, it's not easy being in college. i hope you're fine though..." y/n smiles at minji and puts another hand on their hands.
"i'm so glad to see you again, it feels so weird..." y/n purses her lips before sighing and speaking again. "it's like i'm going around chasing a bunny, then again i'm lost." minji nods, tilting her head to get a better look of your face.
"some people really don't understand the secret this world has." there's so much to do, so much to eat, so much to say, so many to love and care for. there's not enough time to do everything but the most. y/n looks up at minji as the tall girl speaks. "you told me before right? that happiness are those small things."
at the end of the day, y/n is just a crybaby.
in this bright world full of fantastic things, there's no time to feel bored.
"yeah... and we used to eat cookies, and almost i don't know what i was doing before." y/n laughs, minji looks away. there's a blooming, ticklish, funny feeling inside minji when she's here holding your hands, it's the same giddy feeling while playing stupid games before, the same feeling looking at your face but this feeling was never there for anyone else.
"you used to never think twice, no matter how crucial it is. you also used to get lost a lot too, then i'd look for you." minji says, y/n giggles and brings their hands closer to her chest. "thinking about those stuff, feels like looking at a picture book right?" y/n says, minji nods.
the skies are turning orange, and kids are running towards the playground. maybe the reason the little kid y/n was before didn't get lost because she had minji.
"you used to always get in trouble..." minji laughs and y/n shakes her head, whining. "i was just really annoying!"
it's such a ridiculous story, feels like no one will believe. seeing minji's face again, the patch of mud on the sidewalk and the kids frolicking around in their own world.
"i missed you a lot." minji speaks again, this time her voice sounded more delicate as if she meant every one of her word. it's been so long, days, weeks, months and years have passed but minji still remembers y/n.
the girl looks at minji as if she's about to cry, because those words mean a lot to her. y/n nods, letting go of minji's hand before she steps and wraps her arms around minji. "i missed you too!" y/n sobs, causing minji to laugh.
"come on, are you really just gonna weep like that?" minji teases, y/n buries her head on minji's shoulder, wiping her tears on the taller girl's shirt. "seriously..." y/n whispers.
minji pats y/n's back, an arm around the girl's waist. "ah, it's getting darker." minji mutters, y/n ignores her and sobs again. "i really think of you a lot, when i look at my last message to you... i wish i can do something about it." y/n whispers, her voice cracking every syllable.
"you know i'm not going anywhere, right?" minji whispers back, putting her hand on top of y/n's head. y/n nods, it's not about that. the girl hates the idea of being away from minji again, she's hated that idea but seeing minji again, like this... makes her hate it even more.
minji isn't leaving but minji is also not going to be there always, it's not about whether she's going to leave or not... after all those years, her little silly feelings for minji, turned into something bigger and more serious, when she yearns for minji's warmth that space inside her heart turns more shallow.
maybe, y/n is scared minji might find someone else...
"don't look for anyone else other than me..." y/n whispers, minji widens her eyes as she hears what was said. minji turns her head to take a peek of y/n's face, but all the girl did was bury her face deeper on minji's neck.
"what do you mean?" this is it. this must be really it.
y/n may feel guilty for sounding selfish admitting that she hates the idea that minji will find someone who'll love her too.
"i... i want to be honest, ever since i left i started to miss you more everyday, it feels like it was never gonna end." y/n takes a sharp breath. feeling the way her heart squeezes as if pouring out all the feelings she's harbored for minji on those years they were away from each other.
it feels like she's inside a woods, lost inside the forest with nowhere to go except the only path she can see.
"it was so long... everything feels like it's the same everyday. people around me moved on, went past and never looked back. i couldn't because i feel it too deeply, and i love too much..." y/n pulls away from minji, letting go of the tall girl... that also forced minji to let her hands off of y/n.
"i didn't want to be left alone, i didn't want to think of you with someone else!" y/n sees the way minji looks at her, the tall girl looks at the playground, the kids are all going home.
y/n puts her hand on her face, wiping her stupid tears away.
"i never looked for anyone else but you... i see you on and off on your account, it gives me hope that you're still there. we're stuck on the same memory, i think of you too a lot." minji shrugs as she speaks and reaches for y/n's hand, minji hears y/n trying to suppress her tears.
"y/n? are you serious?" minji chuckles and holds y/n's hand tighter. the girl looked confused, she tucks in strands of stray hair behind her ear. minji sighs. "i take my time to let you know i'm just here for you to lean on to, stupid messages, so short but it's alright because i know you're okay." minji continues, her other hand reaches for y/n's shoulder.
y/n was silent, she looks like she's hesitating but in reality, there's nothing but minji inside her head.
"it's because i like you!" y/n opens her mouth and stares at minji, surprised about what she had said. minji leans her head closer, seeing y/n blink her eyes and lifting her hands to cover her face.
minji hears y/n whine and she holds the girl's shoulders. "hey..."
"i don't why? we only talk through messages and they're not even that long! i've tried to hard to get rid of these feelings but it's not working! you're really the only one i want..." y/n grumbles, her voice is muffled but still audible that it makes minji smile to see how intense the girl's feelings are for her.
"i understand." minji states as she moves her hand to hold y/n's nape, pulling her closer and making the girl take her hands off of her face until their foreheads touch. minji holds y/n's waist with her other hand. "don't ever change, okay? you and your feelings, don't change." minji whispers.
y/n hears the crickets and then maybe her own heartbeat, distracted by the way minji looks at her eyes... it could be the street lamps but minji's eyes looks like she has the whole milky way galaxy in them.
minji laughs as she feels how warm y/n has gotten.
out of nowhere, the tall girl leans to kiss y/n on the lips, not that long but enough for y/n to feel it linger all over her.
the wind blows, but suddenly it's not so cold here anymore.
minji doesn't give y/n any time to react and immediately pulls her in a hug. "dummy. i love you too, okay? you're not alone." minji mutters.
y/n lowers her head, leaning on minji's shoulder and she finds herself diving in deeper in their hug. "gosh, this feels like it's not real..." y/n mutters, minji laughs again and places a kiss on y/n's cheek.
"but it is real, wanna go back to the inn?" minji asks, gently lifting y/n from the ground, causing the girl to shriek and laugh.
and it's fun like that, exploring new feelings and diving in it without thinking much. it's fun basking on its wonderful effects, how amazing love can be or just how unpredictable circumstances are sometimes.
it's another day, y/n feels like she dreams a lot now. she doesn't want to forget her dreams.
when the girl sits up, she opens her eyes and sees how blurry her vision was. the girl rubs her eyes for a few seconds, before opening them again.
she was greeted by the pink walls of her room, exactly the same copy of her childhood room but without the stains of time.
was she dreaming? y/n peeks on her window, a very sunny day with bright skies and clouds all over the blue horizon.
just an ordinary day.
y/n looks on the floor of her room, her shoes with a patch of mud on it.
thankfully, she wasn't dreaming at all.
the door of her room opens, from the shoes, y/n looks up to see minji smiling at her. "hey, it's 11am already." the girl says, y/n smiles and jumps off of her bed, running towards minji and embracing the tall girl in a hug.
"ah! thank you!" y/n rubs her cheek on minji's shoulder, humming. the tall girl looks at her girlfriend, confused. "what happened?" she asks.
y/n shakes her head and laughs. thinking that what if everything was a dream? y/n was scared that once she opens her eyes, minji will be out of reach again. but she's wrong, minji is here.
"nothing, i'm so happy you're here again! and that you wake me up before it gets late." y/n says, minji nods and pats y/n's head, sighing. "ah yeah, come on we have somewhere to go." minji pulls y/n out of her room, their laughter is heard across the corridor as they walk to the dining room.
y/n might have been lost on her way home, maybe it took her too long to find her way back... but she's back! that's all that matters, minji is with her to guide her wherever she goes, just like when they were younger.
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ahgasegotarmy116 · 11 months ago
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The Art of Etiquette Part 10 | Jeon Jungkook
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Summary: Your lesson with Jungkook ran a bit longer today so he offers to give you a ride home but decides to make a stop along the way Pairing: f!reader x Etiquette instructor Jungkook Word Count: 2.7k~ Warnings: Suggestive language if you think about it lmao but nothing too crazy a/n: I can't believe it's been this long since I last updated this story 😭 (almost 2 months) I know this chapter is short but the ball is coming up in the next chapter so this was a good stopping point. Hardly edited per usual lol Start from the beginning
"Late again princess. I should start counting at this rate" Jungkook taunts, his back to me as always when I walk in the room.
"Prey tell," he continues, turning to face me and sizing me up like a predator does his prey. "what might your excuse be for being late this time? The roads were quite clear last I checked" he presses, walking closer and closer to me. 
"I-I forgot my shoes at home. I know you told me I needed to break them in so..." I say, being truthful but keeping the matter of being stopped by Foster on my way out of class to myself. 
"Why are you so nervous? Have I done something to frighten you already?" he asks, circling me and slipping my bag off my shoulder before walking over to the chair I usually sit on when I change into my heels before class. 
Gone is the easy going and attentive Jungkook from Sunday, leaving a hungry dominant one in it's wake. 
"I'm not frightened" I argue, following him so I can sit down but when I reach for the box that contains the shoes in question he gives me a warning glance, leaving me recoiling and letting him do as he pleases. 
Okay so maybe I am a little frightened but I just don't know where we stand and that fact alone has me on edge. 
"You look at me as though you were afraid I might gobble you up" he smirks, kneeling before me and helping me slip them on.
"You look at me as though you would" I throw back and the look in his eyes goes from mischief to one of challenge, knowing now that I'm willing to play into his little game. 
"Is that something you'd like?" he asks, licking his bottom lip making my eyes draw straight to them.
"Is that something you'd like?" I echo, throwing the taunt right back. He smirks softly and runs one of his hands up the back of my calf, no higher than my knee but still sparking a flame alight inside me.
"Answering a question with a question, I was under the impression I taught you better than that" he says and removes that hand that I begged would climb higher, him choosing to stand up and straighten his appearance instead, walking towards the sound system to turn on the endless ballroom music I'm sure we'll be dancing to. 
Damn him and his flirting! Can't he ever just follow through with one thing? 
~~~~~
As our lessons draw to a close he hands me a bottle of water, leaving me accepting and downing half of it in one go. 
I feel his eyes on me, watching as a stray droplet trails down my cheek to the column of my neck and collarbone until it disappears under my blouse and it seems as though he wishes he could tear it away and find where else that droplet might've traveled. 
I finished drinking moments before it disappeared, watching him as he watched it, his eyes fluttering up to mine seconds later and noticing my stare.
Clearing his throat in response he turns away and goes to shut off the sound system for the rest of the day. 
"Your dancing is improving" he says once he's walked back towards me, giving me a towel to dab off the light sheen of sweat that had appeared during the final three songs.
"I only stepped on your foot once today" I say feeling a tad victorious. 
"Twice" he corrects gaining him a frown. "That one doesn't count! My foot barely grazed yours" I groan and he chuckles, "Still hurt though" he says with a shrug. 
"Really?" I cringe, hating the thought that I somehow still seemed to hurt him even after all the time we've spent running through all these steps together.
He grants me a devious smile before stepping towards me, one of his feet closer to mine now. I look up at him with a questioning gaze, waiting for what he might say but it wasn't something I had expected. 
"Step on it" he says, smirking at the confusion now running through my whole body leaving me recoiling instead.
"What?" I question, baffled by the absurdity of the request and he chuckles, thoroughly amused with my reaction.
He glances down at his shoe and back up at me, daring me not to and I narrow my eyes at him while contemplating it for a second but decide to do it anyway, being met with a hard shell encasing the front of his foot.
"Steel toe dress shoes? Really" I roll my eyes, walking over to my stuff so I can take my heels off, feet thoroughly abused with the whole task of breaking them in.
"They're very useful when you're in the line of work that I'm in" he responds, amused by my reaction of him revealing his secret to me. 
"I bet they are" I respond and once I'm back in my flat shoes again I stand up but lose my footing after having spent all this time on my toes.
"Are you okay?" he asks, catching me right away.
"Yeah I'm fine. Dancing with new shoes was a lot more difficult than I thought it would be" I explain and he nods his head, understanding completely and lets go so I can stand on my own. 
"Were you planning on teaching me anything else tonight? It's already a little past the usual time we wrap things up" I ask, checking my phone and then glancing outside, seeing that the sun is long gone. 
"Oh I apologize, I seem to have lost track of time. Let me drop you off then" he says, grabbing his keys. "I drove here though, and I'd hate to have James send someone to pick up the car again" I try to refuse, ultimately knowing I'll lose the battle but still doing so nevertheless. 
"It's fine, I can come pick you up from home and take you to campus when I drop off Bam at his trainers in the morning" he says and I stop in front of his car while he goes to the passenger side and opens the door for me. 
"Isn't that a little too much? I don't want you going out of your way to do that for me" I say, making excuses so he doesn't feel like he has to do all of that.
"It's completely fine y/n. I pass by your house on my way home anyway so I don't mind adding a couple of extra stops since I don't have much planned in the morning" he replies and I nod my head, slowly making my way over to his car. 
"I really don't mind driving in the dark Jungkook my vision is completely fine" I relay, trying to back out once again but this time he walks up to me and ushers me over to the car by my waist so I have no other option but to get in. 
"Okay but I-" I start, turning to face him before I get in, not knowing how close his face had been to me, leaving our lips mere inches apart.
He tilts his head and hums, urging me to continue. I try to find the words I mean to say but they are buried in the deep recesses of mind, whisked away with the proximity between us. 
"I'll pick you up once your classes have ended as well. That way you'll be here on time tomorrow" he says, touching my jaw for a second before leaning in.
"Get in the car" he whispers against my cheek leaving me quickly turning around and doing as he says before he can see my expression. 
Seconds later I could've sworn that I heard him chuckle and mumble a quiet 'Cute' under his breath before closing the door and rounding the car to his side. 
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After we've been driving for a bit I notice how he's pulled off onto a dirt road and I'm instantly confused. 
"Is this where you plan on killing me?" I joke, curious as to where we're going.
"If I wanted to kill you Pretty," he starts, paying close attention as we round a bend, pausing in his response for a second. "you'd already be dead" he finishes, sending a chill through my body and when he notices how stiff I've gone he gives me a sly smile before turning back to make sure we get to our destination safely. 
"I went ahead and messaged Matthew and asked him to inform James that our lessons ran a little late so they won't be too concerned" he says, putting the car in park and unbuckling his seatbelt.
"So this is where you're going to kill me" I say and he chuckles again before tapping me twice under my chin. "You're cute when you're scared" he says before opening his door and rounding to open mine.
I cross my arms over my chest, thoroughly annoyed by the fact that I let him get away with stuff like this to the point where I actually prefer it.
I'll never give him the satisfaction of knowing that though. Knowing him though he's probably already very aware of it, otherwise he wouldn't keep pushing my buttons. 
When he opens the door I glare up at him keeping that same posture and he smirks down at me while offering his hand to help me up.
"Where are we?" I ask and he lets out a dry chuckle.
"Get out of the car and you'll find out" he temps and I look between him and his outstretched hand that is still waiting for me to take and against my better judgement I decide to dance with the Devil. 
Who would blame me though when he looks at me like that, a heated gaze that never truly acts upon the sinful desires hidden behind them.
Stepping out of the car we're met with an open expanse of land, not a single soul or building in sight with only the low hum of vehicles barely audible from the highway behind us.
"What is this place?" I question marveling at the serenity of it all, breathing in the cold night air and letting the chill surround me. 
I shiver slightly as it's seeped through my clothes a lot sooner than one might think and just as I'm about to wrap my arms around myself for warmth I'm met with a coat being draped across my shoulders and when I turn around I see he's looking up towards the sky. 
"Have you looked up yet?" he ask, the body heat from him wearing it moments ago still present making me shiver for another reason but once I do look up none of it matters anymore as I take in the sight of thousands of heavenly bodies strewn across the clear night sky. 
"I-" "You were so concerned with the thought of me harming you that you didn't even notice the clear purpose of me wanting to bring you here" he says, cutting off whatever nonsense I was about to let tumble out of my mouth.
I sigh in response, not bothering to ruin this moment of peace with nonsensical bickering since he's clearly done this with me in mind.
"How did you find this place?" I ask after having taken in the sight of it, countless stars twinkling above us.
"I went driving one day and my car broke down so I pulled off near the entrance of this little dirt road and while I was waiting for the tow truck I walked down the path and well..." he says, trailing off making me fill in the obvious blanks. 
"I see" I respond and we stay silent for a while, the both of us standing there with all of our thoughts angled up towards the heavens until he finally speaks again.
"I should probably get you home" he says, turning towards me but I shake my head.
 "No, no not yet. Can we stay a little longer? Please?" I ask, this moment difficult to let go just yet and I can see him smiling at me from the corner of my eye as I continue to keep my eyes on the stars above, praying that I'll be able to feel this way forever...
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When he parks his car in the driveway and opens the door for me he keeps me there for a second, not letting me get away so fast this time.
"Thank you for letting me keep you a little longer tonight" he says, ghosting his hand on my waist and it's then that I realize I'm still wearing the coat he let me borrow. I try to take it off but he grabs both of the open sides and pulls them together, trapping me inside and in turn pulling me closer to him.
"I wanted to give your jacket back to you" I mumble since the intimate space between us makes even that sound too loud.
"I realize that, but I want to get you inside first before taking it back. Don't want you to catch a cold after all the effort I put in to make sure you stayed warm" he explains, one of his hands now holding onto my waist while the other keeps the coat closed.
I hum in response and look away as I notice he's started to study my features.
"The ball is this weekend" he says and I nod my head. "I know" I mumble again, my expression now one of doubt.
"Hey" he says, cupping my face, trying to make me meet his gaze but my eyes then turn downward in response. 
"There's nothing to worry about y/n, I promise" he says and I nod my head again, not bothering to utter a word in response.
He tilts my chin up and I give in, letting my eyes peer back into his and I notice how sincere he looks, an expression I don't think I've ever seen from him leaving me holding my breath and waiting for him to continue. 
"No matter what happens just remember that I'm proud of you. You've done well in our lessons and I have no doubt that everyone is going to love you" he reassures me making me feel a little more at ease with the thought of it all but also nervous about him saying things like this to me.
"Thank you Jungkook" I whisper and he smiles in response before reaching into the car to grab my bag that's still on my seat and handing it to me.
"Let's get you inside" he says placing his hand on the small of my back, walking me to the front door and stopping right outside of it, waiting for me to unlock it. 
Once I step inside I turn around to say something but he steps inside making me take a step back but he takes another step closer so he's standing right in front of me, hardly any space between us now. 
I blink up at him, not really sure what his plan is before he slowly unzips the coat the rest of the way, making my breath hitch, the feeling of him taking my clothes off even if it's as simple as this making my brain short circuit.
Once he unhooks it at the bottom he pushes it off my shoulders and leans in to help it slide down my arms leaving me shivering once his warm breath hits my neck. 
He hums, satisfied by my response and places a feather light kiss under my ear before quickly pulling back and pretending as if nothing had happened meanwhile leaving me completely flustered by his ministrations. 
Let's just say I'm lucky neither of my parents came downstairs to greet us. 
"Sweet dreams" he says playfully and slips out without another word, walking over to his car and driving off. I only close the door once his car is out of view, my back against it now, catching my breath as I think about everything that happened today and all I can think of is 'How the hell am I supposed to take much more of this?'
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estxkios · 2 years ago
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I was just wondering if you could write a one shot or something where basically Bill, from 2007 because I love his hair and it becomes a key point, is at an interview with the boys. The interviewer asks if they have any celebrity crushes. Bill says Reader, who’s from an American pop group, later the same interviewer interviews Readers band and ask the same question. Obviously telling reader that Bill from Tokio Hotel has a crush on them. Reader didn’t know who he was at first by name but remembered when a member of their band reminded them of a song they had played for Reader. Reader of course gets excited and is all like, “The one with the big spiky porcupine hair?! Someone get me in contact with him ASAP-.” And soon it gets back to Bill and how he’d react. Kinda long, I’m sorry.
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bill kaulitz x fem!reader
summary: read the request loll
warnings : fluff, celebrity chrushes, reader is in a band!!! and also its not proofread, that should honestly be a warning.
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It was probably the 6th interview of the day, and needless to say, bill was bored.
he was bored of being asked the same questions all day long, “what is it like being a twin? or “what do you guys look for in girls?”
frankly, he was totally over it. he could’ve sworn he was about to fall asleep when suddenly the interviewer said, “okay, bill! it your turn to say who your celebrity crush is!” she paused an looked the rest of the boys while saying, “who could be the lucky girl?”
“oh! well..” bill softly chewed his bottom lip as he thought. “hm, i would have to say y/n/l/n, yeah.”
the room filled with ooo’s as bill giggled.
“really? wow, what a coincidence..” the interview laughed to herself and bill cocked his head
“whats a coincidence?” tom butted in.
“we are having her on our show next weekend, such a shame. you could have shoot your shot if you were scheduled for sunday!” the interviewer obnoxiously laughed at her own sentence, pointing at the camera and staring into it.
although the others laughed with her, bills heart sank to his feet at the interviewers words.
‘i could’ve met y/n/l/n if we had just scheduled for sunday?! fuck.’ he cursed himself.
———————————————time skip - a week later.
"Alright y/n, last question for the day!" the interviewer enthusiastically said, into her microphone, but moving the microphone away to clear her throat before talking.
you chuckled at the interviewers unique personality, although you werent even sure if you were laughing to make the interveiw less awkward, or if you were actually enjoying the experience.
"sorry," she cleared her throat once more before starting again, "so, the question every man wants to know.." she dramatically paused and stared into the camera before turning back to you, "who is your celebrity crush y/n?!"
you looked over to the drummer of your band, valerie, who chuckled, she knew you didnt have a celebrity crush, which made the suspense of the interveiwers question very awkward.
"well.. you see, she doesnt really have a crush." your bandmate connie said, adjusting her miniskirt.
"wow really? the fabulous y/n doesnt have a crush?!" the interveiwer made a suprised face at the 3 girls sitting on the couch.
her face made the 3 of you chuckle lightly, but soon your face twisted into a look of curiosity when the interviewer said, "well, y/n i know someone who has a crush on you!"
you perked up, slightly taken aback by what she had said. "oh, well.." you smiled lightly, "who is it?"
"bill kaulitz." the interviewer paused to look at you, and connie grabbed your arm while valerie's jaw hung open.
there was an awkward silence until you squeaked out, "..who..?"
"ohmygodhowdoyounotknowbillkaulitzwhattheacctualffuckheslikethehottestrockeronearthrightnow!!" Valerie shouted, almost breaking the sound barrier of the mic that was fixed onto the ceiling.
connie shot her a look that said 'slow the fuck down'
so she did exactly that.
"okay, y/n hes the guy who sings durch den monsun!! the song i was playing earlier on the way here..!" she shook your thigh as she spoke.
oh. my. god.
"THE bill kaulitz..? the spiky hair guy likes me?!" you squealed, realization hitting you like a bullet.
"yeah, he's totally smoking, shoot your shot girl!" the interviewer chimed in.
"oh yeah, he is hot.." you said slowly, lost in a long train of thought.
"alright guys! well thats today's interview with, connie, y/n, and valerie from b/n!" the interviewer giggled as the camera guy zoomed in on your dazed out expression.
you laughed out of embaressment and squeezed connies hand once you realized what you were doing.
and soon after the interview was over, your asistsnt came running to you.
"shit, you loook hot! like, you know, temperature hot!" she paused and looked you up and down, "do you need water? a wet towel?..."
but you accidentally drowned out her talking and brought your hand up to your cheek, which was in fact extremely temperature hot.
fuck, were you blushing?
------------------------------------------- time skip - 3 days later.
it was late at night, bills face was sticky with makeup remover and his hairwas pushed off of his forehead, he turned to his side to face tom, hoping he would have someone to talk to.
"tom?" bill whispered and smacked toms shoulder
"halt die klappe.." tom groaned in annoyance and rolled over, turning away from bill.
bill whined loudly and layed on his back, looking at his ceiling for a breif moment before reaching to the hotel nightstand, groping aimlessly until his hand landed on his computer, witched he swiftly grabbed and put in his lap.
he opened his computer and instantly he computers bright light hit his face.
bill squinted as he typed in his password. he waited a moment before he opened his browser, letting his eyes adjust to the light.
finally, he opened google and searched 'teen.com tv/(y/n/l/n)' and clicking the first video that came up.
he looked at your band members before laying his eyes on you and smiling like a fan girl.
he bit his manicured nail as he watched you talk, completely and utterly consumed by every word you said, and he giggled when he thought about the fact that he had sat in that exact interviewing room the weekend before
bill was lost deep in his thoughts when he heard someone a name that seemed extremely familiar.
his jaw dropped and he paused he video, staring at the screen for a few moments before rewinding the video.
had he heard that right?
he watched the video again.
"THE bill kaulitz..? the guy with spiky hair likes me?" your voice echoed out of his laptop
he watched in complete shock as you said this, blush creeping across his whole face.
his eyes stayed wide and his jaw still dropped as he played he video over and over again.
he couldn't watch the rest of the video.
he closed his browser and immediately went to his gmail, and pulled up his managers name.
he wrote faster then he ever had before, with all the typos it was hard to decipher, but he wrotr something along the lines of "hey!! please get m3 in contact with y/n/l/n!"
he attached the video clip of you saying "THE bill kaulitz..?" along with your manager's email address.
he shut the laptop, too stunned to eeven move.
he threw his head back and ran a hand through his hair.
bill fought the urge to shake tom awake and tell him, but knowing tom that wouldn't end well, so bill just laid splayed out on the bed until his phone buzzed
"bill? its me, y/n. my manager gave me your number. :) let me know if u wanna me up sometime, yeah?"
"holy shit" bill practically shouted
"mmm..." tom groaned and punched bill in his sleep.
but bill couldn't care less, THE y/n had just texted him.
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2/18 drafts posted !!
and anon i know this isnt exactly what u wanted but i still hope u enjoy!!
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pupuyvs · 1 year ago
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Karina tapped her coffee cup once more, her ring making a noise each time she did. She’s grateful for how empty the cafe was at this moment, she knows if someone was next to her they would’ve lost their mind from the sound.
However she couldn’t help herself, she was meeting the girl who, up until this moment, was her “rival.”
She lets out an anxious sigh as she looks at her phone once more to see if Chaewon had sent her another message.
She finds herself automatically relaxing when she sees Sohyun had texted her a picture of Midnight sprawled out on her bed.
“Sorry I’m so late, they just let us out for a break.”
The sudden voice makes Karina jump before she puts her phone down to stand to greet the newcomer.
“It’s fine, I wasn’t here that long.”
Karina points to the chair in front of her to signal for Chaewon to sit down.
Once the short haired girl sat down, Karina took her seat.
After a few moments of awkward silence, most of it being Chaewon staring her down while she avoided eye contact, Karina decided to speak first.
“Have you ordered anything, their coffee is good.”
Karina doesn’t know why she said that, since she was too nervous to even try hers.
“No,” Chaewon started, “I don’t intend to stay here long.”
Karina nods, before biting her bottom lip. Due to the short haired girl still wearing her mask, it was hard to gauge just how exactly the girl was feeling. Which is of course a terrible thing for an anxious Karina, so she spits out the first thing that comes to mind.
“Listen, if you’re here to fight me, you should know we are both still idols and are in a very public area.”
She watches as the girls eyebrows furrow, before she hears a laugh.
“I’m not here to fight you Karina.”
“So, why are you here,” Karina questions.
Chaewon sighs and looks down at her hands that are currently on the table. After a few seconds she looks back up at the girl before speaking, “I’m here to tell you, I give up.”
“What?”
Chaewon lets out a breath, clearly annoyed. “Do I really have to repeat myself?”
Karina quickly shakes her head, “No, sorry. I’m just…confused. Last Sunday you were all ‘I’m going to win, you’re going to lose’ now you’re saying you’re done.”
“Yeah well..” Chaewon looks away, her lap suddenly seeming interesting to her, “Things change.”
When Karina doesn’t respond, Chaewon decides to speak again.
“She doesn’t want me, and I don’t want to keep chasing after her, especially when I don’t have a chance because of..”
The word “you” goes unsaid, but Chaewon makes it clear when she looks at Karina.
Karina nods slightly, “But why text me? Why have us meet here? No offense, but this truly could’ve been done through a text.”
“You’re right,” Chaewon starts, “I could’ve, but I called you here because…” Chaewon pauses before sighing.
“I plan on leaving Sohyun’s life, at least until I can be around her without it hurting me and the coward side of me couldn’t bare to tell her bye, so I came to tell you instead. So when I do disappear, at least you’ll know why.”
Karina’s eyebrows furrows, “You’re not going to tell her any of this?”
Chaewon shakes her head, “No.”
Karina sits back in her seat and nods after a few moments of silence.
“I don’t understand your logic, but I feel as though you don’t really understand it either, so I won’t question it.”
Chaewon nods before making eye contact with Karina, “All I ask is that you promise not to hurt her again, I don’t know what she sees in you, but she loves you and though that kills me it would kill me even more to know I gave up, left and you hurt her.”
Karina scoffs lightly, “I don’t owe you anything. However, I won’t hurt her, never again, I love her.”
Chaewon visibly relaxes before looking at her watch, “My break is almost up, and I’m sure she has been blowing up your phone.”
Both girls stand up and stare, a silent goodbye is exchanged.
As they both exit, both intending to go their separate ways, Chaewon calls for Karina.
“I just thought you should know, I heard Sohee is planning to come back today. I don’t know what you have planned but I suggest you enact it now.”
Before Karina could respond Chaewon simply gets in her manager’s car and leaves.
Processing the news Karina knows what she must do and immediately takes off to her new destination.
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Jimin knew she must’ve looked insane, running through the streets of Seoul. And based on how Sooyoung is staring at her when she opened the door, she knows it’s true.
“Karina?”
Jimin puts a finger up as she attempts to catch her breath. When she can semi talk she stands straight and breathes in before speaking.
“Is Sohyun here?”
Sooyoung nods before opening the door for her. When Jimin walks in Sooyoung closes the door and hands her a pair of slippers which Jimin immediately puts on.
“Here, let me take your coat.”
Jimin shrugs off her coat and lets Sooyoung take it. Once in her hand Sooyoung pauses and tilts her head as she looks at it.
“This looks awfully familiar…”
Jimin blushes, “It’s the coat Sohyun gave me.”
Sooyoung nods before chuckling lightly and goes to go hang it.
“Why didn’t you tell me Sohee was coming today?”
Sooyoung head peeks out from where Jimin can only assume is the coat closet.
“How’d you find out?”
Jimin blushes a bit more, “I asked you a question first.”
Sooyoung closes the closet door and appears in front of Jimin, “I just found out an hour ago, I kind of forgot to tell you.”
Before Jimin could respond, a door opens which immediately makes both girls look.
“Hey Soo who was at the do-”
Sohyun stops speaking when she sees Jimin.
“Jimin?..”
Sooyoung looks at Jimin, who is seemingly dazed, and shakes her head, “Surprise.”
Sohyun furrows her eyebrows, “What are you-”
This time Sohyun is cut off by Jimin suddenly hugging her.
Sohyun freezes at first but after a few seconds melt into the hug. When Jimin feels her relax she holds onto her tighter, her cold fingers digging into the girls waist slightly causing the actress to get goosebumps.
Jimin pulls away after a few minutes looking at Sohyun she smiles, “Can we talk,” she asks softly.
Sohyun nods which causes Sooyoung to point in a random direction, “I’m just gonna go.”
When she walks off Sohyun tilts her head towards her room, “Let’s go in here, Sooyoung is too nosy.”
From a random spot in the apartment Sooyoung yells in objection, which causes Sohyun to roll her eyes and Jimin to laugh.
When they get in Sohyun’s room Jimin immediately kneels to greet the black cat who walks towards them.
“Hey Midnight, how’ve you been pretty girl?”
The black cat rubs against her hand, almost as if saying shes missed her.
Standing up, after petting the cat for a few, she looks around the girls room spotting the many flowers she sent her in the corner and the plushie she sent earlier this week on her bed.
She smiles as she walks over to the plushie, she can feel Sohyun’s eyes following her.
She picks up the stuffed toy and turns to Sohyun.
“You know my room are filled with these right now?”
The shorter girl tilts her head to the side as she moves to sit on the bed, “Is it?”
Jimin nods as she sits beside the actress, the plushie now between them.
“When Valentine’s Day happened, I was in such a bad mood I went for a walk, which don’t do if you’re single, couples everywhere. I saw one of those claw machines and played it, I realized it helped me feel better. So…every time I thought of you I would play, I sucked the first few times so I definitely would have more but…”
The idol looked up when she was met with silence and her eyes widened slightly when she saw Sohyun staring at her, thinking she messed up she went to apologize but was immediately cut off by the actress’ lips meeting her own.
Jimin froze momentarily and before she could reciprocate the actress was already pulling away, a blush painting her cheeks.
“Sorry, it’s just-” She was then cut off by Jimin kissing her.
Jimin pulled away this time, keeping their foreheads connected. She opened her eyes, making eye contact with the girl, immediately causing her to smile.
“No need to apologize.”
Sohyun simply looked down, flustered before she pulled away from Jimin, causing the idol to pout slightly.
Clearing her throat, Sohyun looked around before looking back at Jimin.
“You said you wanted to talk?”
“Ah, right..” Jimin clears her throat, “Sohyun, I want-”
Before she can finish Sohyun’s door slams open showing a panicked Sooyoung. Jimin groans in annoyance, what is with all the interruptions today?
“Sooyoung, what do you want,” Sohyun asks, also very clearly annoyed.
“Sohee’s here.”
This causes both girls to perk up, “What?”
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If you asked Jimin how she thought today would go, sitting at a table next to Sooyoung across from Sohyun and her scary older sister, Sohee, would not have been her guess. Yet here she was, all of them silent as Sohee stared her down and she looked everywhere but back at her.
“So Sohee, how was your flight,” Sooyoung asked, trying to break the awkward silence.
“Fine.”
The three girls internally winced, clearly she was not happy.
“How was filming,” Sohyun asked her.
“Fine.”
“Yeah,” Jimin thought to herself, “I’m dead.”
“So Karina,” Sohee starts, her voice cold.
“You can just call me Jimin.”
The oldest blinks at her before starting again, “Karina.”
Jimin hears Sooyoung whisper “damn” which causes her to start anxiously shaking her leg.
“What are your intentions with my sister?”
“Sohee…” she hears Sohyun start.
“It’s fine Hyun.”
The nickname causes Sohee to glare at her, “I mean Sohyun. It’s a reasonable question.”
“Umm,” Jimin clears her throat, “I don’t have any bad intentions with your sister. I know my reputation isn’t really the best with you, and I know it’s my fault and I take full responsibility for that. But I love your sister, and if she’ll let me, I want to be with her and make her happy.”
Sohyun clearly is happy with her response as she whispers a small “I will,” which everyone hears. Sooyoung and Jimin smile, while Sohee just glares at Jimin even more.
“And why should I believe that?”
The question catches Jimin off guard since she was too busy giving Sohyun heart eyes.
“Well truthfully, you shouldn’t, I mean I haven’t given you any reason to believe anything I say. But, if you’d just give me the chance to, I’d really like to prove to you that I mean what I said.”
When she finishes she sees Sooyoung nod, “That was good,” she whispers to her before showing her her palm for a high five below the table, which Jimin of course reciprocates, which leads Sohee to glare at the both of them.
When both of them immediately look down at their hands like children getting scolded Sohee sighs.
“I know about your plan.”
This immediately causes Sooyoung and Jimin to look up in shock, while Sohyun looks confused.
“What?”
“How?”
“What plan?”
Sohee raises her eyebrow before pointing towards Sooyoung with her head, “Your girlfriend told me.”
“Fuck!”
“Dude.”
“Wait what plan?”
Sohee places a hand on Sohyun’s lap as a way to get her to quiet down.
“And while I don’t approve of the fact you were trying to go behind my back. I do approve that you would do anything for my sister.”
Jimin looks at her expectantly, “Meaning?…”
“Meaning…I’ll give you a chance to prove me wrong. I won’t try and stop you guys from getting together nor be a hinderance.”
Before the three could celebrate Sohee speaks again, “However, if you prove me right, I will ruin your life, do you understand me, Yoo Jimin?”
Jimin feels a chill run down her spine as she nods, “I understand.”
Sohee smiles and visibly relaxes in her chair at that, “Great! Now who’s hungry? I brought takeout.”
After eating and getting to know Sohee better, Jimin found herself back in Sohyun’s room lying next to her.
Jimin brushed a stray hair out of Sohyun’s face as she smiled at her.
“So,” she starts, breaking the silence, “Am I sleeping over?”
Sohyun acts like she’s thinking before speaking, “I don’t know, you’ll have to ask the boss of the house.”
Jimin pouts, “Why didn’t you tell me while we were out there, I would’ve asked Sohee then.”
The actress rolls her eyes at her, “I was talking about Midnight…Sohee doesn’t even live here.”
The idol shrugs before looking at the cat that was currently laid in a ball between them.
“She said yes.”
Sohyun laughed, “You didn’t even ask her.”
Jimin shakes her head, “I did, you just didn’t hear.”
“Yeah okay.”
The two laugh before Jimin stares at the girl, which flusters her. “What,” she asks.
“Nothing, just wondering if you’ll be mine again.”
Sohyun stays silent, pretending she’s thinking about it, which causes Jimin to pout. “Hyun…”
Sohyun laughs before leaning forward to peck away her pout, “You’re so impatient.”
“I can’t help it, so?…”
The actress smiles at her, “Of course.”
Jimin immediately breaks into a huge smile and pulls the girl closer to her, Midnight having been moved, annoyed from their movements.
She stares down at the actress, “You’re mine again.”
“I’m yours,” the actress confirms.
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frostyresolve · 1 month ago
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so long penacony ꒰ ᝬ sunday
spoilers for 2.7 traiblaze mission: a new venture on the eighth dawn. inspired by so long london. 526 words. angst.
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the bells chime three times, reverberating throughout the vast expanse known as the golden hour of penance. upon hearing their melody, SUNDAY prays to false harmony and order, dedicating his body and soul to his aeon and his cause. you dream of a wedding, surrounded by white and blue pastels and the scent of flowers, your body and soul devoted to him, the love of your life.
squinting your eyes, the fairy lights through the mist try to guide you out of this haze. they fail, flickering like dying fireflies dropping dead. they never lived long, exemplifying how happiness was fleeting and love could be a delusion. you would maintain your composure, listening to the whispering voice in your head; you would shoulder the weight of the rift and endure the pain of the chasm in your heart, relieving him of the burden.
inhale and exhale; one step and another, straighten your back and lift your head. his once smooth hands, akin to the silk of his gloves, have become rough and cracked due to calluses. once, you dreamed of feeling his hands on you, experiencing the warmth of life and the pulse of blood beneath the layer of his skin on yours. it's a revelation that the thickness of his gloves didn't always prevent you from feeling warmth if it hadn't been there in the first place. you couldn't force the stoic season of winter to evoke the vibrancy of spring or the longing of autumn when its sole purpose was to bring the cold.
“this is where we part ways, it seems." his voice is melodious, smooth as honey, and the words that flow from his mouth have the power to sway even the most stubborn borisin. you remind yourself to exhale, willing your aching heart to slow as you meet his gaze. breaking free from thoughts of would-haves, could-haves, and should-haves, you clear your throat and blink three times to dispel the wedding doves dancing in the corner of your vision.
“mr. wonweek.” you bow your head like a dutiful servant to their master. was that what you always were to him, never a partner on equal footing? wonweek isn’t your name; you’re sunday. you long to say, but you choose to remain silent. his calm demeanour contrasts with your facial expression, as if you had downed too many bottles of soulglad. steam emits from the chimney of the astral express train, clouds of white ruffling the white feathers of his wings and blowing hair into your face. you can’t help but cough, fanning the fog away until you feel his palm on your cheek and your racing heart stills for just a moment.   
the world fades away into a surreal, disconnected whirlwind of sensation and sound. colors blend, shapes warp, and all that exists is a singular, sickening awareness of the three words echoing through your head again and again. did it have to come to this, you wonder, vision blurring as he enters the train.
to start anew, SUNDAY needs to shed the feathers of his past. so he takes flight, leaving you behind in the dust of your eroded dreams.
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