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chaoticparker · 3 years

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The Bite

Peter Parker x reader

w/c: 3.7k

warnings: swearing, blood, broken glass, tiny bit of angst but mainly fluff

a/n: Let me know what you think <3

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“All right everyone off the bus and wait inside the lobby!”

Everyone sprung off their seats on the bus and ran to the door. Today everyone was visiting Oscorp, Norman Osborn’s lab, it was some sort of publicity thing so Norman would get elected mayor of New York.

You and Peter were sitting next to each other during the bus ride, it was early in the morning and you had to wake up much earlier than what you would of liked to, so you both were still half asleep. “You ready to go?” You looked over at Peter who was still sitting in his seat, staring off into space. “come on Pete get up.” You pulled Peter up which seemed to snap him out of his trance. “You ok?”

“Yea, I just spaced out sorry.” Peter got up and walked into the aisle with you close behind him. Once you got outside the air was crisp and cold, making you and Peter shiver. You ran into the building to get warm and meet up with the other students.

“Where’s Ned?” Peter asked, you swore you saw him get onto the bus with you this morning, but you’re not sure who he sat with.

Eventually you spot him in the corner talking to someone, “He right over there, but who’s he talking to?” You turned Peter around and inconspicuously pointed to him and the girl.

Peter took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes and the lenses and put the back on to get a better look. “Thats Betty from the schools morning announcement team I th-”

“Thats Betty?” You whisper shouted. “Ned kept bringing up a girl named Betty and I swore her name was Annie, I mean, she looks like an Annie. But I thought Ned just made her up, I didn’t think she was real” You looked over to Peter who was looking a mixture of shock and surprise. “I am so stupid.”

“First off how did you not know Betty’s name we have homeroom together? And second how did you know Ned had a crush on her?” Peter kept his voice down so he doesn’t draw attention to you both, not wanting Flash to overhear and ruin Ned’s chances.

“I think just have a knack for knowing when someone is in love.” You joked

Only Peter didn’t realize you were joking, “Wait what-” Peter started but was interrupted by Mr. Harrington by splitting the groups in two.

“Groups 1-7 on the left and groups 8-15 on the right! AND REMEMBER TO STAY WITH YOUR BUDDY! I DO NOT WANT TO LOSE ANOTHER KID” He yelled, followed by the women working there having a shocked face and her hushing him.

You and Peter were group 7, you caught Ned’s eyes and he pointed to the right while you pointed left. Ned also pointed to Betty with a big smile on his face, followed by Peter giving him a thumbs up.

Peter was worried about what you said, you had a ‘knack for knowing when someone was in love’? What did you mean by that? Peter started to worry that you knew he liked you, and you’ve never confessed anything to him because theres nothing to confess.

No No No, don’t think like that Peter, he thought, trying to hype himself up, if she knew you liked her why is she still around? Surly if she did not feel the same way she would of left. Or she simply does not know. There is still a chance.

Peter was snapped out of this thoughts by you tugging him on his sweater, “come on the groups about to leave.” Peter and you speeded walked to the rest of the group so you were with the group but just in the back. “Are you doing ok Pete? You seem distracted.” You looked at him worried. Sure, Peter was an anxious guy, you even talked to him about if he wanted any professional help, but he assured you that he’s fine, just a tad overwhelmed, but this? He seemed so much more stressed and anxious, not to mention the constant spacing out.

Peter cleared his throat and put his arm around you, “I’m sorry, I guess theres a lot on my mind and I’m not too sure why.” Of course he knew why, he was stressing over the fact you might know he likes him! And also the fact that you might never love him and it was all too much for him too handle.

“Ok, but you know you can talk to me right?” You said as you gave him a side hug, “We’ve known each other for forever and the most important part of us being so close is that we can talk to each other.” You hoped Peter caught what you were trying to say. In complete honesty you’ve loved him for a long time. Ever since you saw him with his oversized glasses and his star wars shirts. But how could Peter Parker, the selfless, kind person ever love you? And how could you ever love someone so sickeningly sweet?

You don’t deserve him, you thought, he is completely in love with Liz and never will be with you.

“I know that,” Peter pulled you out of your thoughts, “I just don’t know whats wrong. I just kind of have a weird feeling.”

Peter hoped you would drop the conversation at that point. He didn’t want to spill his guts to you especially on a school field trip, where you were stuck together. But you just nodded and you turned your attention to the man walking you through the tour.

“And this here is the bio testing.” He pointed towards a room, “everyone needs to put on goggles and a lab coat-”

“Can we keep the lab coats?” Flash asked.

“No, you cannot keep the lab coats they are not complementary. Now hurry up everyone! If we are lucky we will be able to see the lab techs at work!”

Everyone started to quickly put their coats and goggles on, and people started to take photos on your phones. One of the people was you and Peter, “Smile!” He said and you both gave a cheesy smile. “I’ll send it to you.”

“Everyone please put your phones in here.” The tour guide handed out a white buckets and everyone groaned. “It is apart of Oscorp's privacy policy. No recording in certain areas such as the testing rooms.”

Everyone gave quite mumbles about how ‘stupid’ and ‘bullshit’ this was, some a little louder than others, and soon enough you were going thought the door with Peter on your side.

“And here is where we research different animals.” The tour guide showed off the different animals including, snakes, birds and-

“S-spiders” Peter was stunned, he hated spiders. He claimed that how they just don’t make sense, they can climb onto walls, shoot webs and for some reason are strong? He learned everything about them so if he was ever faced with one, and aunt May or Uncle Ben was not around to get rid of it for him, he would know how to get rid of it himself and stay alive.

“Come on Pete, they are harmless. But it is weird in here, it doesn’t seem like there is any research work, more.. testing.” Why were they testing on animals? Oscorp had branded it’s self on being cruelty free, but the again they did say they help the environment, which was a HUGE lie.

You grabbed Peter’s hand and shoved in front of of everyone to the front of the group, “excuse me but what exactly do you do with the animals here?” You ask as a man in a dark suit appears behind a door.

The tour guide starts but the man interrupts him, “And whats your name dear?”

“Y/N”

“Well, Y/n, we do research on the animals to see how we can use some features they have, replicate it, and use it.” The guy is clearly mansplaining, his attitude was intolerable.

“But the equipment you have around here looks like your testing on the animals?” You started but then Mr. Harrington stepped besides you.

“Y/n, I’m not sure if Mr. Osborn can answer your questions thoroughly, lets just continue looking at the animals.”

“Ah, yes thank you. And please make sure not to touch anything.” And with that the man, or apparently Mr. Osborn left.

It shocked you that you were just talking to the founder of Oscorp, and how blatantly rude he is.

“Wow whats that” Flash yelled near the window. You, Peter and the rest of the students all ran toward the window to see what was so cool. In the process a kid knocked over the glass container. As the tour guide saw he pressed the emergency button. “EVERYONE OUT NOW!”

Everyone ran out bumping into each other. Flash bumped into you causing you to trip and fall. “Fucking hell” you groaned. Your whole body was hurting at this point, you started to get up but you cut your hand on the broken glass. “Fuck” Another groan.

“Y/n? How do you feel?” Peter kneeled besides you trying to help you up but ended up slipping on the glass too cutting his hand and causing his glasses to break, “fuck, come on we need to leave.”

He moved his hand let out a small scream, “PETER ARE YOU OK WHAT WAS THAT?” You completely ignored the pain of your hand and helped grabbed his shoulder.

Peter was shaking his arm violently, “The spider just bit me and it fucking hurt.” Peter quickly got up and you both ran out of the room. You followed the others back to the lobby, the tour ended with Mr. Harrington giving your a band-aid thinking that would help and all of the students were pushed onto the bus.

You were bothering Peter with questions asking if he’s ok, “What about your glasses? How bad is your vision? Does your head hurt? My head would hurt hen I couldn’t see.” You looked over at Peter who sat down in his seat and was tapping his foot.

That question took him off guard, his vision was perfect, like he had contacts in. “I can see just fine, but what about you? How’s your cut” He reached for your hand and looked at you. The cut had stopped bleeding but the cut still looked sore.

“At least we have matching cuts now, hows yours?” You reached for his hand, you saw no cut so you looked at the other, also no cut, “didn’t you get cut too?”

“I thought i did, maybe it just grazed me, and not enough to actually hurt me. You should probably rest, you fell pretty bad.”

“Your the one that got bit with by the spider I should be asking about you, i’m surprised you aren’t freaking out that a spider was on your hand.”

“Don’t worry about me I’m fine, do you wanna listen to music?” Peter held up an ear bud and you nodded taking it.

Truth be told everything was too much for Peter, it was like he could feel everything. He felt like he just had 10 red-bulls mixed with 20 cups of coffee. He tried his best to ignore what was going on and sleep but he soon learned he could never ignore what was going on with him.

When Peter thought he got these powers, he did nothing with them, sure he used them to his advantage, maybe to show off at the schools weight room, but other then that he didn’t. If anything his powers made him more confident with himself, he thought that maybe this was a sigh that if he could get powers, he could ask you out.

But all of that changed when we saw Uncle Ben die.

Peter started to be more closed off, he overworked himself to the bone.

As he started to become Spider-Man, in the process he was losing Peter Parker.

Peter lost some of the few friends that he had. His friend circle mainly consisted of you, Ned, and MJ. He only saw MJ at decathlon practice and lunch, Ned and him still had their playdates with building legos but he was clearly not as cheerful.

And with you, he started to text you less and less. You were there when he lost his parents but he was not 6 anymore. He understood death more than anyone else, he saw death happen right before his eyes. You thought that he just wanted some space, maybe you reminded him of him when his parent died. But it got to the point where you were starting to lose your best friend.

You stoped walking to school together, and it hurt. Although you would never admit this to anyone, you felt as though you were losing a part of yourself. Peter was your other half, you completed each other, or thats what you used to think.

You decided to throw yourself into your hobbies. You were trying your best to forget about Peter. Maybe he just outgrew you. Maybe he didn’t need you.

But you need him.

And you hate needing someone.

But Peter felt the same way. When he decided to become Spider-man, he wanted to make sure no one would get hurt from it. And he even made a costume that would hide his identity.

And it was far from good looking.

“Peter dude come on you love her! You’re gonna lose her if you keep pushing her away!” Ned was on the phone with Peter, he didn’t know what was going on with him, no one did. He just wanted his friend to be happy, and thats why him and MJ devised a plan.

“Y/n come on I know you are sick and tired of not talking to Peter! I even think you like him!” MJ yelled on the phone. “You need to talk to him it’s destroying you.”

“She’s the one who’s pushing me away! Im just respecting her wants!” Peter yelled back.

“MJ you’re not listening! You need to realize that Peter grew out of me! He does not want to see me and I don’t know why! I don’t want to hurt him anymore than what i apparently did!”

MJ and Ned had a whole script planned out. They knew how to push you both just right so that you would fall onto the trap.

“Peter just listen to me! When you next see her confess your feelings! If she does not feel the same you will get closure and nothing else will really change from whats going on! You need to talk to someone with whats going on with you. Tell her everything” Ned delivered the final push, almost done then we can get our friend group back he and Mj thought.

“Y/N! Go find Peter and get your closure! Please, if not for you do it for him! You know how he’s acting weird and you are the only one that can get him to open up! SO GO DOWN ON YOUR FIRE ESCAPE AND KNOCK ON HIS WINDOW AND CONFRONT HIM! NOW!”

“Fine Ned, next time I see her, I’ll tell her.”

“Fine I’ll go see him, bye”

And with that everyone hung up on their separate phone calls.

You climbed out of your window and onto the fire escape. It was weird how even though you lived so close together you felt so far apart.

You climbed down one, and looked inside. He was walking around his room, being all stressed, which for some reason was relaxing to you.

You knocked, nothing, so you opened the window and fell into his room with a big thump. “ow”

“Y/N? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU OK?” Peter rushed over to you helping your get up.

“Yes I’m fine Peter but what is wrong with you?” You didn’t mean to sound harsh, but you needed to be. “Why did you stop hanging out with me?” You looked up to him and finally met his eyes. It was refreshing to see him, anytime either one of you caught a glimpse of the other, you ran. “Why did you stop being my best friend?” You voice was quiet now, you didn’t want Peter to know that your voice was cracking.

It really broke Peter, he was just trying to protect you, but in the end - as cringe as it sounds - he just pushed you away.

“You seem completely different, you’re not even wearing your glasses anymore. And fuck Peter I just miss you and your dorky glasses. Did you meet someone? Did you get a girlfriend? Did she not like that we were close?” You were just spitting out whatever came to mind, and this scenario was one you were thinking of all the time.

Peter jumped back at your words, “What no! I would never want to date someone if it ment that I could never see you again.”

Just tell her everything Peter thought about Ned’s words. Everything was a lot. How is he suppose to answer this, just spit it out?

Might as well start with the basics, “I’m Spider-man” Peter blurted out.

“What, you mean like you have a crush on him? Peter thats nothing to be embarrassed of, you know you can talk to me, you know i go both wa-”

“NO I MEAN LIKE I, PETER PARKER, AM SPIDER-MAN!” Peter shouted. Honestly it felt good to say it out loud the first time and he just wanted someone to know. And what better person than you.

“So in the month that you have been isolated from me thats your best excuse you could come up with?” You were appalled by his unbelievable excuse.

“I swear please believe me, like ummmmm HERE” Peter got his ‘suit’ from the space in his ceiling and gave it to you. “Thats my suit.”

“you and every other fanboy has this.”

“What about... this!” Peter went over to you a picked up.

“what the fuck put me down!” You did not look impressed, Peter was looking around to see how he could prove to you that he was not lying.

“Remember that day we went to oscorp and how you questioned Osborn and when you fell?” You nodded, it was your last time you really hung out with him, how could you not? “I got bit by the spider and they were doing radioactive testing on it, which caused me to be well... spider-man.”

Then an idea sprung in his head, he quickly move past you and went on the fire escape and you followed. “Here, if this does not prove it, nothing will.” Peter jumped onto the railing with one hand on the wall.

“Peter what the fuck you’re gonna get yourself killed please I just want you to be honest with me and talk” You reached for Peter but he jumped off the railing and towards the wall and somehow... did not fall and stuck to it?

“Peter what the fuck?”

“now do you believe me?”

“If i say yes will you come back inside?” Peter nodded, “then yes i believe you”

Peter jumped on the side of the building and back onto the fire escape and you pushed him inside and you followed behind him.

“So since you really are spider-man, why were you so distant?” You finally asked. You were now sitting on opposite ends of his bed, and you were hugging and pillow trying to explode with everything you just learned. Peter fucking parker was spider-man? Nerdy little parker saving everyone, stoping cars with just his body, and defeating criminals? But, he did just stick to the side of his building, thats pretty damn good proof. Your Peter Parker was Spider-man, the spider-man.

You thought this was just a dream but you didn’t want to wake up because that would mean Peter and you were still not talking.

“I wanted to protect everyone around me. When Ben died,” Peter took a breath and you reached over to squeeze his hand, “When Ben died, I had my powers but I did not do anything. I could of saved him, but i chose not to. So I decided I would become Spider-man so no one else would get hurt. And if anyone found out that you knew spider-man you would be in danger. So i thought if i pushed the people closest to me away, they wouldn’t get hurt.”

It was all too much for you to process. You felt terrible for feeling angry at him when he was saving lives.

“Why were you so distant from me?” Peter looked back up towards you and it was a fair question you both avoided one another.

“I thought I reminded you of your parents deaths. Other than Aunt May, I am the one person that has been in your life since their death and I thought you didn’t want to see me because of it. I also wanted to give you space to grieve.” You felt a weight being lifted off your shoulders by telling him. It was calming. “I also didn’t want to hurt you more, so i thought i would wait for you to open up to me like we normally do, but i should not have been so relaxed about all of this. I just didn’t want to ruin what we had” You took one last deep breath. “I’m sorry.”

You glanced up toward Peter and he leaned in and kissed you. It was shocking at first, it took you a second to process what was going on but then you felt light as you melted into the kiss. You felt as though you two were the only ones left in the world.

Peter pulled back to take a breath, “Ned told me to confess my feelings towards you. I’m sorry I didn’t me to spring it on you-” Peter was interrupted by you hugging him, rapping your arms around his waist and your face on his stomach.

“I feel the same way, Pete. Just please, I don’t want to do that ever again.” Peter at this point was now hugging you back. You missed this, but there was also something knew, and it made you smile.

“I never will, I promise y/n”

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levi-inthesun · 4 years

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3 am

This is for @buckysknifecollection writing challenge, with the prompt “I can’t sleep”, prompt is bolded.

Warnings: nightmares, sleep deprivation, swearing, not taking care of yourself? I think thats it?

Loki x reader

Tags: @buckysmischief @dungeons-and-awkwarddragons

You sat on the cold marble counter while you waited for the toaster to pop, legs gently swaying. You looked out the large, floor to ceiling windows and focused on the stars hovering just above the outline of pine trees that bordered the edge of the compound’s grounds. Some song stuck in your head that you quietly hum - better that than allow the thoughts and images that plague your nightmares to run rampant.

“I don’t want to frighten you, Y/N by not announcing myself, so,” Loki clears his throat before bowing. “It is I, Loki, the god of mischief.”

You look up to see the handsome god approach you from the dark hallway, now illuminated by the moon and stars through the large windows. “Hey, Loki,” you said with a light chuckle. “I appreciate the announcement, heaven knows how much longer I would have lasted from you sneaking up on me.”

Loki finished his approach and glanced at the toaster to your left. “I believe those have to be plugged in for it to do its job properly, yes?”

“Goddamn,” you muttered, reaching to plug the toaster in and pushing the lever down.

“What are you doing awake, my dear?” he asked, tucking some hair that had come out of the messy bun behind your ear.

You shrugged, eyes on your bare toes. “Can’t sleep.”

A slim finger is placed under your chin, and blue eyes meet your now misty eyes.

“And what, my love, is plaguing you?”

Loki had a tendency to call you pet names and overtly flirt with you, however, you were absolutely positive it was just because it was Loki. He flirted with everyone.

You sighed before jumping out of your skin as the toaster popped. “Shit!”

Loki chuckled as you quickly grabbed your food, setting them down on a paper towel you had on the counter. Once you thought it had cooled down enough you picked up one and held the other out to Loki.

“Have you ever had a poptart?” you asked, as he took it from you.

Loki shook his head as he took a bite, “What in the nine realms is this?” Loki asked, a confused look on his face.

“It’s a poptart,” you replied simply.

“This is not tart, although I do understand where the pop comes from,” nodding his head towards the toaster.

You just shrug and watch as he tentatively takes another bite now that he knows what to expect.

“You did not answer my question, darling,” Loki said after another moment.

You nodded, and Loki watched as your shoulders slumped.

“I keep having nightmares,” you replied after repeating the answer in your mind a few times, pushing yourself to answer him. “Thanos,” you say, assuming his next question.

“Ah, I see,” he replies, setting the poptart on the paper towel.

“I should be fine though,” you say, hopping off the counter. “I think I’m gonna go try to sleep some more.”

“Y/N,” he calls after you’ve successfully forced yourself to take a few steps towards your room. “Should you find you are not ‘fine’ after all, I could help if you’d like.”

Your eyes find your bare toes again and you bite your lip, “Thanks, Loki.”

You continue to cross paths with Loki throughout the day and you knew that he knew you hadn’t been successful, so you avoid giving him the opportunity to bring it up. This is how the next few days continued and Loki could see you visibly deteriorating due to lack of sleep, yet you kept pushing yourself forward.

Loki had had enough during training one day.

You were sparring with Steve who had a tendency to push you past what you believed to be your limit and oftentimes, good things came out of it. This was not one of those times.

“Come on, Y/N!” Steve yelled, “Get back up! Get on your feet!”

You drag your hands underneath your body and struggle to push yourself off of the mat.

“Steve,” Loki’s voice was low and dangerous. “You are pushing too hard.”

Steve ignored Loki’s warning and you used it to fuel yourself back up to your feet just to prove him wrong.

You sway, trying to keep your balance and raise your fists, squaring up. Steve does the same and throws a punch but it’s like things are moving in slow motion before his eyes. He looks to your face and finally sees the dark circles under your eyes and the dead weight in your eyes, but then his fist is making contact and he does his best to pull back but it isn’t enough.

You wake up in your bed, body sweating, mind racing, and your body is in pain. You struggle to move to a sitting position and notice the man sitting beside your bed.

“Please don’t say-”

Loki cuts you off, “Darling, I wouldn’t dare say anything to make you feel worse about your situation than you already feel. I am, however incredibly worried about you.”

You let the weight of Loki’s words rest on your chest before turning your face towards him and nod.

“That’s all I have to do?” you ask Loki. “I thought this was going to be more complicated.”

“This is in fact, it,” he says as he runs his fingers through your hair soothingly. “You rest and I will be in here with you,” he taps your forehead.

Loki does something to make it easier for you to fall asleep and you begin to see the cursed images form before your eyes.

Thanos has his large hand wrapped around your neck while simultaneously forcing you to watch all of your teammates die. You are sobbing, desperately trying to breathe and your heart keeps breaking as they all die over and over and over and ov-

“Y/N,” You hear Loki’s voice and you follow with your eyes to where he is standing off to the side. “This is just a dream and it cannot hurt you.”

As the words leave his lips Thanos’s hand is no longer cutting off your airway. One by one you stop Thanos from torturing and murdering your family and soon you are standing in the sun with Loki brushing tears from your cheeks.

“Loki,” you whisper, “Can we just, stay here a little longer?”

“Of course, love. We can stay here as long as you’d like,” Loki mumbles as he tucks some hair behind your ears.

When you wake up you find yourself in Loki’s arms, his nose nuzzling your hair.

“Good morning, pet,” he greets you, a smile threatening to slip onto his lips.

“Thank you, Loki,” you whisper, tilting your face up and brushing your lips against his.

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inthewild-flowers · 4 years

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fic masterlist!

This is a masterlist of all my fics. Most of them can be found on AO3, although there is a Tumblr Drabble section at the end.

I’ll be updating this every time I post a new fic/finish posting a multi chapter fic. Enjoy!

Oneshots

Weak In The Knees

Rating: General Audiences

Ship(s): Remus Lupin/Sirius Black

Word Count: 575

Summary: Kind of just a whole lot of Wolfstar fluff. There's dancing involved.

Other: Maybe a muggle au?? I’m not entirely sure tbh, pretty cute if I do say so myself, the title comes from the Serena Ryder song weak in the knees.

Bright Yellow Ducks

Rating: General Audiences

Ship(s): James Potter/Lily Evans, background Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

Word Count: 2114

Summary: Lily works at a corner store, and one day the Marauders walk in on a quest for ice cream.

Other: Muggle au, I’m pretty sure it was based on a post I saw but I wrote it a few years ago so I’m honestly not sure

Earth Angel

Rating: General Audiences

Ship(s): Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

Word Count: 674

Summary: I love fics where Remus is just an absolute angel, so here’s my version of that. Sirius has a crush on the cute guy who works at the bakery in his neighbourhood and finally get a chance to talk to him.

Other: Remus works at a bakery au, I wrote this after reading The London Underground Book Of Love by Children_of_the_Shadows on AO3 (absolutely would recommend, it’s amazing) and it’s probably one of my favourite fics I’ve written, the title is from the song Earth Angel by The Penguins

Gilderoy Lockhart Is A Dick (But His Dickery Has Some Interesting Consequences)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Ship(s): Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, background James Potter/Lily Evans

Word Count: 2699

Summary: When Remus finds out Gilderoy is cheating on him, the next thing he has to do is find out who he's cheating with. And if that person happens to be Sirius Black, well, Remus is okay with that. Based off of the joke me and my sister have about Legend of Korra: both of Mako's girlfriends leave him for each other.

Other: Muggle au, funny, crack fic, way more sex jokes than I usually write but it fits with the whole vibe of this fic

Text Me

Rating: General Audiences

Ship(s): Remus Lupin/Sirius Black

Word Count: 566

Summary: Written for girlwithacrown’s finish this fic challenge. My take on the second half of “Remus is a bookstore owner and Sirius comes in looking for a book during coronavirus lockdown” (might wanna read her first half tho lol).

Other: Here is @girlwithacrown ‘s first half of the fic, and here is her collection with the other fics that people wrote for their own versions of the second half!

Padfoot Won’t Leave

Rating: General Audiences

Ship(s): Remus Lupin/Sirius Black

Word Count: 2453

Summary: At the end of Harry's third year, Remus and Sirius have a plan to get Harry away from the Dursleys.

Other: crack fic, I tried my best to make it funny, someone sent a post to the wolf star games 2020 discord that said that there aren't enough “Sirius makes himself at home at the Dursley’s house because there’s nothing they can do to make him leave” fics and then we as a group decided to fix that. Here’s the collection of fics we wrote for it! :)

Rooftop Ramblings

Rating: General Audiences

Ship(s): Aziraphale/Crowley

Word Count: 526

Summary: Aziraphale and Crowley share a cigarette on a rooftop, and wish that things could be different.

Other: pining, the whole plot is literally just pining, written for a dtiys based on this art by @whiteleyfoster

yoga (sirius’s way)

Rating: General Audiences

Ship(s): Remus/Sirius

Word Count: 1043

Summary: Remus decides to start doing yoga to get some exercise during quarantine, and naturally, Sirius wants to try as well.

Other: Quarantine fic!!, domestic fluff, inspired by this art by @gaeilgelupin

two bros, going on a brocation, five feet apart cause they’re not gay

Rating: General Audiences

Ship(s): Remus/Sirius

Word Count: 1927

Summary: In which Sirius takes Remus on a surprise Christmas vacation

Other: Christmas fic!!, so much fluff, :))

🎶 Remus is a swearwolf 🎶

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Ship(s): Remus/Sirius, James/Lily/Regulus

Word Count: 2694

Summary: Regulus sighed. “Come on, Sirius, let’s get you off this thing and then you’ll feel better.” They pried Sirius’s hands off the bar and helped him out of the rollercoaster, where he stood for a moment on shaky legs, clutching Regulus’s arm.“I’m going to get some mint chocolate,” he declared once his legs had regained some of their strength, “and then we’re going to the haunted house and I’m getting my revenge.”

Other: A sequel to ice ice baby by @pan-and-ready-to-stan, 90% banter, a LOT of swearing, fluff

would it kill you if we kissed

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Ship(s): Remus/Sirius

Word Count: 1741

Summary: Sirius leaned his head against the window and let his eyes flutter shut. Maybe if he slept, some of the horrible things would go away. Maybe if he slept, he would wake up to find that he was just on a normal road trip with one of his best friends. Maybe if he slept, he could forget the reason he was here at all.

Other: hurt/comfort, and also getting together!! bc I love get together fics :)

(i thought) i knew you

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Ship(s): Remus/Sirius

Word Count: 1432

Summary: Sometimes Sirius thinks that he might be okay. That maybe he’ll make it through this. He’s broken up with people before, hasn’t he? He’s been heartbroken before, and he’s always made it through. He’s survived so many things in his life that it seems silly that this would be the thing to break him.

Other: oh boy is there angst, that’s it that’s the fic just angst, there is a hopeful ending though??, there’s some super vague sort of references to self harm but it doesn’t like. happen

Got It

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Ship(s): Remus/Sirius

Word Count: 2859

Summary: Remus pushed down the butterflies in his stomach and accepted the vape when Sirius offered it, inhaling deeply and pointedly not thinking about how Sirius’s lips had been there just moments before. This was the closest Remus would ever get to kissing him. No, he told himself sternly, don’t think about that. It didn’t work. It never did.

Other: texting, fluff fluff fluffity fluff, getting together, written for marauders pride fanzine

in a cottage on a cliffside

Rating: General Audiences

Ship(s): Remus Lupin/Sirius Black

Word Count: 2865

Summary: “Are you cold?” Remus asked. “I’ve got another blanket somewhere…” he trailed off, looking at Sirius expectantly. Sirius shook his head.

“I’m fine.” he smiled again, then took another sip of his tea. He made the same face as before. It was adorable.

“Why are you here?” Remus asked. Sirius blinked at him.

“I wanted to see you.

Other: this was a birthday present for a friend, its fluff and a bit of pining and just generally soft :)) also a get together fic

The Year Remus Lupin Made Friends

Rating: General Audiences

Ship(s): Remus Lupin/Sirius Black

Word Count: 3546

Summary: James was sixteen years old, and it was summertime. Sirius and Pete were staying with him, Pete for a week, Sirius for the whole summer and hopefully every holiday after it too. James wanted to play quidditch, but the risk of being seen by muggles was too high, and his parents wouldn’t allow it. James was also very stubborn. His parents should have known to keep a closer eye on the boys, but some things can’t be helped. Here is what happened:

Other: written for a discord server secret santa. very marauders friendship focused, but also wolfstar at the end :))

In the dark and in the dusty sunlight

Rating: General Audiences

Ship(s): Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

Word Count: 1099

Summary: “I thought we were past such formalities, Lord Lupin.”“Indeed we are, Sirius, but it did feel right in the moment. You know,” Remus gave him an appraising look, and Sirius shivered, “you look rather like a painting, lying there like that.”“My dear Remus, we know very well that I am a work of art.”Remus laughed. “Yes, that has been well established.” He took off his hat and placed it on a table, then crossed over to the windows. “May I?” he asked, gesturing to the curtains.

yall its gay historical pining thats it thats the summary

Other: its just,,,, a period drama. thats it. I wrote a scene from a period drama just for the pining.

Multi Chapter Fics

Love At First Hot Chocolate

Rating: General Audiences

Ship(s): Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, background James Potter/Lily Evans

Chapter/Word Count: 5 chapters, 5069 words

Summary: 18 year old Remus Lupin works at Starbucks. He hates it. He hates that he has to talk to people and be nice. He hates making coffee (although he doesn't mind the hot chocolate). But one day, Sirius Black walks in. For Remus, it's love at first sight. But does Sirius feel the same way?

Other: Muggle au, sort of a coffeeshop au in that they meet at a coffeeshop but otherwise it’s not it there much, fluff, might have been inspired by a post I saw a few years ago about Remus working at a coffeeshop and always getting Sirius’s name wrong?? But again, I wrote this a few years ago and don’t really remember lol

I Hope That I Don’t Fall In Love With You

Rating: General Audiences

Ship(s): Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, James Potter/Lily Evans

Chapter/Word count: 2 chapters, 1431 words

Summary: James is getting married, and Sirius worries that he won't get to see his best friend anymore. One night, he vents his feelings to a cute stranger at a pub, who happens to be in a similar situation.

Other: Muggle au, title from the Tom Waits song I Hope That I Don’t Fall In Love With You

If You Want To Buy Me Flowers

Rating: General Audiences

Ship(s): Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

Chapter/Word Count: 3 chapters, 1499 words

Summary: Remus owns a flower shop. Sirius is breaking up with his boyfriend using flower language.

Other: Muggle au, Remus is a florist au, inspired by a post I saw about flower meanings, title from the song Two Princes by Spin Doctor

Don’t Shoot The Messenger

Rating: General Audiences

Ship(s): Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, James Potter/Lily Evans, Alice (I don’t know her last name)/Frank Longbottom

Chapter/Word Count: 16 chapters, 13,192 words

Summary: Ever since his first year at Hogwarts, Remus Lupin has been exchanging messages with someone on a bathroom stall. Neither of them know who the other one is, and now that they're graduating soon, they want to find out.

Other: Muggle au, modern au, Remus isn't part of the Marauders au, a bit of texting

Love Through The Ages

Rating: General Audiences

Ship(s): Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, some vague background James Potter/Lily Evans

Chapter/Word Count: 4 chapters, 2213 words

Summary: Remus finds a love letter that Sirius wrote to him two centuries previously and never sent.

Other: They’re vampires au, I guess technically muggle au??, fluff, love letters, confessions, inspired by this post by @kayvsworld

“No, Sirius, tying the stems of flowers together will NOT make a flower crown”

Rating: General Audiences

Ship(s): Remus Lupin/Sirius Black

Chapter/Word Count: 4/4 chapters, 4247 words

Summary: In which Sirius can’t make a flower crown, Remus thinks Sirius might be flirting, and James has no clue what’s going on.

Other: so much fluff, oblivious James, inspired by this art that I love a lot by @girlwithacrown

Hogwarts, 1993

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences (this may change, I don’t have the fic planned out at all, so it could end up with a G rating, but I’ve rated it T just to be safe)

Ship(s): Remus Lupin/Sirius Black

Chapter/Word Count: 7/? chapters, 7248 words as of October 4 2020

Summary: When Sirius escapes Azkaban and goes to Hogwarts, instead of lurking around as the Grim like a FOOL, he decides to seek help from an old friend.

Other: I don't have any warnings for this one yet, but I’ll put them in if necessary. I’ll be posting the chapters as I write them, and I’ll try to make sure it doesn’t take too long.

the doc was called halloween babeyy

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Ship(s): Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, James Potter/Lily Evans

Chapter/Word Count: 6 chapters, 1240 words

Summary: a self indulgent halloween fic with pumpkin shenanigans, meet cutes, and texting.

“They’re battle scars,” Remus repeated. “And you can’t call him just ‘pumpkin’ anymore, his official title is the PumpKing and he requires it to be used at all times.” Remus finished carving out the last scar, and picked up the sharpie to draw the outline of a crown near the top of the pumpkin. One he was satisfied, he picked up his knife and started cutting along the lines.“In that case,” James said, “Mine’s the PumPeasant and he looks like this because of a childhood disease.”

Other: ‘tis all fluff :))

a very (in)effective seduction

Rating: General Audiences

Ship(s): Remus Lupin/Sirius Black

Chapter/Word Count: 10/? chapters, 9557 words

Summary: In which Sirius decides that it's time to seduce Moony. Yes, he has a list

Other: written for girlwithacrown and kidovna’s blissember chirstmas prompts! get together, fluff, etc.

Note: I will finish this eventually, but I was struggling a lot with writing it, so it may take some time. I do have it sort of planned out, and once I have the motivation to write it again it shouldn’t take too long to finish :))

dreaming of you

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Ship(s): Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, Dorcas Meadowes/Marlene McKinnon

Chapter/Word Count: 6/? chapters, 4932 words

Summary:

french bitch: I have arrived

french bitch: paris has gained a resident and he is magnificent

sweet sweet moony: paris is usually referred to as she

french bitch: HOW DARE

Jimmy: he does have a point tho

or: Sirius is in france on his study abroad year, remus is pining, and James and Peter are enjoying the chaos

Other: texting, fluff, theres eventually gonna be wolfstar and dorlene and either jily or jegulily I haven’t decided yet

You Hold The Key To My Heart

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Ship(s): Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, James Potter/Lily Evans/Regulus Black

Chapter/Word Count: 38 chapters, 26 049 words

Summary: Sirius threw himself on his bed, not caring about how he must be wrinkling his clothes. In fact, he relished the idea. At least his parents would have a reason to be angry with him today. He stayed there, thinking about soft curls and a sweet face that he barely caught a glimpse of, until the sun was shining directly through his window and James arrived to help him dress for dinner.

Or, a victorian au in which Remus is a gardener, Sirius is a dramatic rich kid, and they fall in love.

Other: I wrote this for the 2020 wolfstar games. it’s mainly fluff, but I also got to indulge my love of historical things which was amazing :D

Series

Dan’s cute & short wolfstar fics with no plot that make them happy to write :)

Rating: General Audiences

Ship(s): Remus Lupin/Sirius Black

Number of works: 4

Complete: No

Works in the series:

Goodnight Moony - Remus doesn’t want to go to bed. Sirius thinks Remus should go to bed. 201 words.

Snow - It’s literally just Remus and Sirius enjoying the snow, that’s it, that’s the fic, please enjoy. 124 words.

I Just Called To Say I love You - Sirius calls Remus the night before a big exam. 174 words.

Lupin Can’t Sing - Please read the title to the tune of “lupin can’t sing, lupin can’t sing, lupin cannot sing!” from AVPS. Remus is drunk and trying really really hard at karaoke. 409 words.

Ruby Tuesday - Remus and Sirius cuddle and listen to Ruby Tuesday. It's very cute, if I do say so myself. 259 words.

HP Pride Month 2020!!

Rating: General Audiences

Ship(s): Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, Lily Evans/James Potter

Number of works: 4

Complete: Yes

Other: All the fics in this series were written for @girlwithacrown ‘s HP pride month prompts, and you can find other fics written for those prompts in her collection on AO3!

Works in the series:

Coming Out - Remus and Sirius decide to tell their friends they're dating. 1035 words.

Flag - Sirius and James make unique additions to their pride flags, and at the pride parade they see two other people with matching flags. 1126 words.

Family - Sirius runs away from home. 898 words.

Healing - Remus's dog gets hurt, and the vet is way hotter than Remus was prepared for. Sirius may or may not have Ted from Schitt's Creek vibes. It was mostly unintentional. 1012 words.

Working Title: Summertime

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Ship(s): Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, James Potter/Lily Evans

Number of Works: 2

Complete: No

Works in the series:

Forgiveness & Friendship - The summer after sixth year (and The Prank, you know which one. The one with Snape. And Remus.), Sirius shows up on James's doorstep. 13 chapters, 4437 words

Mischief & Matchmaking - The marauders (+ Lily) are spending a few weeks at James’s house, and oh boy is there a lot of sexual tension there. Peter decides to do something about it. Featuring: shenanigans and three separate tropes cause why not. 17/17 chapters and 6772 words.

dan?? writing angst?? it’s more likely than you’d think

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Ship(s): Remus Lupin/Sirius Black

Number of Works: 3

Complete: No

Works in the series:

stardust is easily lost - He kisses him because he loves him, because loving Sirius is a habit he’s never been able to break, not in school when he thought loving Sirius would kill him, and not now when he thinks that Sirius might kill them all. It keeps him up at night sometimes.

cascade - Teaching at Hogwarts is equal parts wonderful and miserable. He loves his students, but some days he looks at them and he sees himself, happy and carefree, with his best friends at his side. Those days are the hardest.

the death of a star - And sometimes, Sirius almost seems like his old self again. Sometimes, his mischievous grin that Remus remembers all too well will appear on his face, and he’ll lean over and whisper a snide comment in Remus’s ear, and Remus will have to try to stifle a laugh.

Other: yall this is angst, there is major character death, its A Lot, theyre also down in the Tumblr drabbles section & their titles are all variations of “angst babeyyy”

dan is a) yearning and b) obsessed with dorlene and bookstores

Rating: General Audiences and Teen and Up Audiences

Ship(s): Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes

Number of Works: 3

Complete: No

Works in the series:

1. Walking In a Winter Wonderland – As they skated, Marlene couldn’t take her eyes off of Dorcas. She knew that they were holding a conversation somehow or other––about Dorcas’s job at the bookstore, she was fairly certain––but her brain was on autopilot as she watched the lights dance across Dorcas’s face, lighting up the night like miniature stars.

2. adventures pertaining to love actually (and also shrek) – The woman shook her head solemnly, but a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “You absolutely cannot.”They grinned at each other for a moment, then the woman’s eyes flicked up to the clock on the wall and she swore. “I’ve got to go. It was nice talking to you! And you’ll have to tell me what you think of that movie if you watch it!”“I will!” Dorcas called after her, and the woman waved as she hurried out the door.Well. She sure hoped that Love Actually was on Netflix. (note: this one is set before the first fic in the series)

3. it can't be hard to find a present right?? (wrong) – “What’cha got there?” Frank flopped into the chair beside Dorcas and took a sip of his coffee, eyeing the mess of yarn on her lap with curiosity.

“It’s not weird to make her a scarf, is it?”

“...to make who a scarf?”

“You know exactly who I’m talking about.”

Other: yeah im just being generally fluffy and self indulgent here, enjoy! :))

Tumblr Drabbles

“It’s three in the morning” - jegulus

“This is the opposite of what I told you to do!” - wolfstar

“Do you have a ride home?” - wolfstar

“Come cuddle” - wolfstar

“I am home” - dorlene

“I’m getting married? Since when were you choosing my future spouse?” - wolfstar

“Another bad date?” - jily

James and Remus being very very chaotic bros

24 hour diner au - wolfstar

they have the same favourite chair - wolfstar

Sirius loses Remus’s present (and James helps him look) – wolfstar

when she wears YOUR flannel shirt - dorlene

when you can’t choose just one snuggly blanket so you wrap up in all of them - the marauders

angst babeyyyyyyyyy - first war wolfstar

2 angst 2 babeyyyyyyyyy - poa wolfstar

angst babeyyyy 3.0 - ootp sorta wolfstar

high school/college minifest day 1: back to school - wolfstar

high school/college minifest day 2: detention - wolfstar

remus has whipped cream on his face and sirius canNOT handle it - wolfstar

hufflepuff remus who makes friends with the marauders - wolfstar

dorcas is hurt and marlene is taking care of her - dorlene

remus is a lil shit (back hugs prompt) - wolfstar

just friends booty shorts - James and sirius

night at the museum au - wolfstar and jily

#fic masterlist #wolfstar fics #jily fics #jegulily fics #dorlene fics #fic recs #James potter #lily evans #peter pettigrew #remus lupin #regulus black #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #marauders fic

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thequeenb · 4 years

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A Deal With The Devil

Pairings: KamilahxMC

New York. The city where everyone dream to visit and admire its beauty. The busy streets overpower the voices in your head, the thousands of people walking by dont care who you are and the skyscrapers were higher than my hopes.

It was the perfect city for me. My parents got divorced five months ago and i needed a fresh start, a place to be who i always wanted to be. But how responsible can a 20 year's old girl can be?

I was naive enough to leave as soon as i could. My mother's words echoed through my mind "This city hides its danger behind its beauty" but back then i just laughed it off thinking it was her way to keep me close to her.

I am not from a big city. We lived in a barn a couple of miles away from humanity. I wasn't experienced in working but i helped my father with his finances enough to know what i love to do.

When i laid my foot in New York my breath was taken away from me. The skyscrapers covered the sun, the one higher than the other. People didn't give second glance at you because they were to busy to care. Back home everyone knew who i am, a shadow of my parents.

This was my chance to find myself and start over, no rules, no yelling, no stress. At least that's what i thought. Young me didn't knew that finding a job in a city this big was hard. My applications got passed to every possible place i could work in until i settled to a coffee shop near my apartment.

Luckily for me Lily was looking for a roommate and we loved eachother since we exchanged glances. She lived in a small place but we made it ours. She was usually playing video games in the living room when i was coming home and we always ate leftover pizza trying to beat eachother in Mario kart.

3 years ago I wasn't sure what life had in store for me, but be sure i didn't knew it would turn out this way.

It was a quite evening and me and my friend from work Lucy were about to close the shop when we heard the door bell ring, an elegant woman approaching. I sighed trying to put on my best smile trying not to give reasons for my boss to fire me.

She was on her phone texting god knows who but she was so consumed that she didn't even look me in the eyes when she ordered.

"One black coffee, and make it quick" she spoke like she owned the world, and i knew right away that i hate this person, at least thats what i thought at the time.

"I am sorry but we dont serve attitude" i responded quite proud of myself because my words were enough for her to get her eyes off her phone.

She smirked mischievously making me question if i should be scared but her eyes were so intense that everything slipped off my mind. They were caramel and bright. Her suit looked expensive and so did the neckless that hanged beautifully on her open blouse

"You don't know who you talk to do you?" She said not breaking eye contact

And that's when Lucy came to save me "Here's your coffee" she said handing her the cup but she didn't bother to look at her, she was to busy eating me with her eyes

"Why thank you, try to be more like her, at least she knows her place" and like that she flipped her perfect brown hair and left the store

"Ugh who does she think she is?" I rolled my eyes

Lucy looked surprised and i could tell but when she was about to say anything our boss came from her office furious

"I dont pay you two to chat, now go clean the counter before i think twice about keeping you here" she was a bitch if you couldn't tell yet but i needed the money.

___

Two weeks had passed since i was fired. I couldn't help but put my boss into her place. I knew i risked my job but my days haven't been the best. Each night i see weird dreams of people screaming of people dying, of blood being spilled.

Lily said it was all the horror movies we watch on the weekends and i believed it trying to avoid the reality that they felt to real to be just nightmares.

Losing my job was a slap on my face waking me up. I wanted to be more than a girl who worked on a coffee shop. Back when i was younger i was always handling my father's finances and i was quite good at it.

Maybe i am stupid to even send an application in one of the biggest Financial companies but i was desperate to prove anyone who doubt me wrong, let alone the payment was better than any other job

I honestly didn't believe that i would even get an interview but i did and it was today.

"Girl relax, its just a job interview" Lily tried to reassure me but i was to anxious to calm down, i really needed this job

"Yes, with one of the biggest companies that exist, honestly maybe i should cancel and--"

"Hey hey hey, calm down i am sure you will kick ass" she said smiling "but not literally"

I cracked a smile appreciating the effort but i just grabbed my coat and left not wanting to be late and make a bad impression

"I will call you when i am done Lil, Love you!"

___

As soon as i stepped out of the taxi my stomach turned. I was a nobody trying to be someone in the wrong place. I am sure qualified people from all around the world would kill the have this position but here i am outside of the big building scared to even enter

A kind gentleman opened the door for me and as soon as i got in i was greeted by a woman

"Are you Miss Parker?" she asked kindly

"Yes i am here for my interview" i said trying not to panic at the thought that in some minutes i will be talking to the most successful woman in the finance industry

"Well Miss Sayeed is having a meeting right now but it wont take long, please have a seat"

As i sat down i immediately relaxed. This sofa was better than my bed. Miss Sayeed sure had an expensive taste considering the lobby decoration, i wonder how her office looks like

And then it hit me, i didn't even looked up to see who this woman is and now i am sure i will fail miserably and--

"Miss Sayeed is waiting for you, the office is on the 100th floor, good luck" she said looking at me pitifully like she could read my thoughts.

The elevator was going fast yet slow, enough for me to try to think of an escape but it finally came to a stop and the weight of the situation sank in my stomach

There was a long hallway and on the end of it there were two big wooden doors. Surprisingly there wasn't any secretary desk or anything, just an empty bright hallway.

My heels clicked on the expensive marble floor and with every click that echoed on my mind my anxiety was becoming worse. When i reached the door I wasn't sure if i should knock but i did even though she was expecting me

"Come in!" I hear from the other side, and i could swear that voice sounded familiar.

I opened the heavy door as my heart was racing. The office wasn't as i expected it to be. Everything about it was unique and beautiful. There were artifacts everywhere accompanied by expensive vases and a desk in the middle of it all

The papers she was holding were hiding her face but she somehow sensed my hesitation and gestured at me to sit down

I sat on one of the leather chairs that were Infront of her desk and i could feel my heart beating fast on every part of my body.

She finally let the papers down and my breath was caught "No way" i managed to say looking stunned

"Oh my! I know you from somewhere" she said looking skeptical

I wanted the earth to swallow me whole the moment i looked into those familiar caramel eyes

"That's right, you are the girl from the coffee shop" she smiled but it was anything else than genuine

"I- yes i am.. i am Amy Parker" i said folding my hands trying to look as professional as i could. But it wouldn't matter, she saw me with a pathetic outfit on a coffee shop that i didn't even treat her good at.

I sighed but then i saw the amusement in her eyes, something that made my blood boil

"Well this should be fun, why don't you tell me what are you doing here, you couldn't get enough of me?"

I smiled sarcastically, god she was so cocky and it only had been three minutes

"If i knew you are this CEO everyone talks about trust me i wouldn't even send an application here" i said rolling my eyes but she didn't look mad, just curious

"On a serious note, why do you think you deserve a place in my company" she suddenly turned to serious in a blink of an eye

"I- um i am not as experienced as anyone here but i helped my father back home with the finances and i managed fine" i said proudly sitting straight to the chair

But her serious face broke as she started laughing "Oh wow you made my day, you think handling a small business and the world's biggest company is the same?"

My heart stopped at the sight. She was actually making fun of me and it felt familiar considering the opinion my parents had for me. Without realising it i frowned looking at the floor and Kamilah noticed

"I am--"

"Save it, i knew coming here was a mistake but thank you for confirming it" i said getting up in hurry, putting my coat on. I don't know why i even bothered dressing up for someone to insult me in my face.

"You think everyone is below you just because you have a company?" I crossed my arms as she looked at me surprised, like nobody ever questioned her words

"Excuse me?" She now stood up reminding me that she is much taller than me

"Excuse you yes, i heard all kinds of things about you but i never bothered to look who you were, and guess what they were right you are cold, heartless and so damn cocky"

These words came out of nowhere and i quickly covered my mouth scared that i would say worse things

She gazed at me with her intense eyes never leaving mine "Is that right? And you believe everything you hear?"

"I just saw it in the way you talked about me, forget it i dont belong here" and like that i walked towards the elevator only for four words to make me stop my tracks

"What about a deal?"

I turn around only to see her approaching me dangerously close "I will hire you, and if you prove me you are worthy i will take back everything i said"

How could she even make this a deal? Maybe this is how business people apologize but maybe just maybe this was my opportunity to show everyone my worth.

Her hand was extended studying my features to find any hint of hesitation but i took it in mine shaking it hard

"Game on Sayeed" i said with determination in my eyes

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seijch · 4 years

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just binge read ur previous asks for the sleepover and i was very much entertained😌 how would ur top 3 ACTUALLY dress? like we always see those “outfits the hq boys would wear” but they seem so... unrealistic😭🤚

whack me w a pillow or smth (sleepover event)

OK HI I WAS THINKING ABT THIS MY WHOLE SHIFT N ENDED UP HAVING ENOUGH BRAINROT TO TYPE A WHOLE THING IN THE NOTES APP SO HERE WE GO!!! 😈💯

ok im typing this after finishing the post but i rlly like the way this came out so everyone please read it if you want to see me brainrot over konoha kenji n kuroo ...

KONOHA is definitely a man who Knows his essentials ... knows the beauty of sweatpants and joggers and knows that he looks Good in a solid colored tee (but doesnt shy away from print ... its just that if you open his closet its literally black white n the occasional pop of color) i would LOVE to say he accessorizes but no he doesnt 💔💔 its his fatal flaw too ..... dont be shy aki let me buy you one of those chain bracelets!!!!! those are sexy as fuck and i PROMISE they would make him look even better!!!!!!! in general he gives me big silver or white gold vibes even if i cant see him wearing jewelry on his own :/ its ok if he were to date me id make him come around to the idea ...

he gives white air max 90 or air force 1 vibes does that make sense . if anything has color in his fit its maybe some print on his shirt but if not its DEFINITELY his shoes ... i was thinking abt this but i think hed look good in the bel air jordan 5s but maybe thats just bc i wanted to get a pair NJFKDSFS if we want to get a little less realistic (i mean not rlly bc i know ppl who do this) he probably keeps up w supreme drops n its less to resell and more to get the clothes at retail price which is MUCH more reasonable than resell (i think its 40 for a shirt? idk my friend keeps up w it n i love to hear him brainrot but that doesnt mean i retain ALL the information 🤕)

:: go-to outfit? say it with me ... white shirt/crewneck sweater if it’s cold with sweats. if he needs to dress it up, hell throw on some plaid or switch it up w some nice jeans. unlike the other two he has a good idea of how to dress throughout his life which makes looking Back a much . easier experience compared to the other two LMAO

FUTAKUCHI swears by the denim gods when he needs to actually Care abt his outfits and im MAD abt it bc how dare he look good .... im going to fucking kill him 🪓🪓🪓🪓 the image of kenji in a denim jacket w a hoodie underneath n some ripped jeans haunts my every waking moment you dont understand......... hes ALSO a plaid man which pisses me off even more .... but im going to be honest he uses outerwear to hide the fact that theres definitely a hole in the armpit of his favorite shirts ... hes had them since high school kenji PLEASE buy some new shirts!!!! probably suffers in summer bc he cant wear jackets n stuff without looking weird (has definitely said hes wearing plaid For The Fit when in reality its bc theres a stain on the back of his shirt from when he sat in bird shit. its Artistic baby speak your truth!!!)

at least you can convince konoha to wear jewelry if you keep at it ... while i think kenji gives silver vibes over gold i dont think you would be able to convince him to wear it unless youve already bought it and basically ambush him with it JKSDFDS if anything i think hed settle for those leather bracelets ... its ok his ego is fragile ❤ shoe wise idk he gives me vans vibes (so does konoha but he also looks like a nike stan so i said that instead). if he lives somewhere cold he probably owns a pair of those classic wheat colored timbs (You Know The Ones)

i can tell you RIGHT NOW that in elem and junior high he was one of those kids w the neon athletic fits that took pe too serious when he got in the groove 😐 shut the fuck up n pass me the ball kenji were in fourth grade i shouldnt be failing PARTICIPATION in PE 🗣🗣🗣

:: go-to outfit? a rlly comfy denim jacket (hell let you borrow it if you bitch enough n hell be like Sigh . The Things I Do For You but when you slip it on hes abt to combust) w a shirt that probably has a chili stain at the hem of it n ripped jeans. the white slip on vans. i hate that he looks good.

KUROO is . idk i feel like hes a lot harder to pin down but he probably shopped at hot topic in middle school 💔 is this projection? maybe. am i WRONG abt it tho ... ANYWAY like everyone who grows out of that phase, he has Taste ... post college or just at the club i KNOW he understands the effect a slightly unbuttoned black shirt has 👁 prob rode the eboy wave bc he thought the fashion was nice so he might have a few of those clunky rings ... rarely wears them but bitch he SHOULD!!!! otherwise, i think he keeps it pretty simple! lots of hoodies and sweaters bc if he has no one to rlly impress hes big on comfort. owns a good amt of athleleisure (is that how you spell that hjkdfds) bc he does work out regularly but if you were to come across him during an 8am lecture i can guarantee all he did before coming to class is brush his teeth ...

unfortunately not a chain man but while his rings may be black (yk like black titanium) or silver, if he were to wear a chain i think hed be fine with either silver or gold! i personally think hed look good in either 🙈 shoe wise i rlly cannot pin him down ... for running im seeing him leaning towards nike shoes but i like . cannot tell what hed wear regularly SHJFKDS

what i CAN say is that when he was younger (and i mean until his second year of high school) he was one of Those Kids that wore the Quirky printed button ups but like . this time its not a compliment . in junior high he definitely thought those ... and it PAINS ME PHYSICALLY to say this ...... fingerless gloves were the coolest things around ..... i hate that i had to google that now im going to get ads for hot topic

:: go-to outfit? black hoodie w maybe some design or print on it w sweats or jeans (like konoha hell dress it up or down depending on where youre going). if you make him wear them hell even bust out the eboy rings he bought forever ago <33 i think later in life when hes more sure of himself (and i mean like after hs ... hes good in his 3rd year but i feel like hell still deflect compliments in the form of teasing and not believe it in 3rd year) he Knows he looks good so he doesnt rlly have to try unless you want to be That Couple that takes over the world one fit at the time ... in the end the only one he wants to impress is you 🙈

#BITCH THIS ENDED UP SO FUCKING LONG I SWEAR IT TOOK ME OVER AN HOUR TO TYPE EVERYTHING OUT ESP BC I ONLY HAD HALF THE POST TYPED IN THE NOTE #is this realistic i hope so #i tried to peoplewatch at work but i forgot no one around here knows how to dress #starting a gofundme to buy kenji some new fucking SHIRTS!!!!!#anyway i didnt realize i had this much Rot its a little concerning .#thank you for giving me an outlet bc i dont think ive thought abt this for very long before this ask #super sesxy sleepover #abby 🧨#💌 love letters

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break a leg arm

summary: mark breaks his arm and a cast is all he needs as an excuse to get you to do everything for him

warnings: mature content insinuated, strong language

a/n: I literally went thru a heck load of his tweets to see what he was like through text lmfao also this is a remake! insp from sheep

[1 Missed Call] broccoli johnny 8:56PM

[New Message] from broccoli johnny 9:00PM, hey

[broccoli johnny] 9:00PM, I know its kind of late but

[broccoli johnny] 9:01PM, mark’s in the ER right now, you busy?

[you] 9:05PM, wtf

[you] 9:05PM, where

[you] 9:05PM, why

[broccoli johnny] 9:06PM, nothing serious dw

[broccoli johnny] 9:06PM, we’re in seoul national

[you] 9:07PM, okay im coming

[broccoli johnny] 9:07PM, mind coming over?

[broccoli johnny] 9:08PM, oh

[broccoli johnny] 9:08PM, lol cool cool

[broccoli johnny] 9:08PM, just text me when you get here :-)

[you] 9:34PM, I’m here where are you?

[broccoli johnny] 9:35PM, hold on

[broccoli johnny] 9:35PM, jae cant get his drink out of the vending machine

[broccoli johnny] 9:35PM, we’ll meet u in the lobby in a sec

[you] 9:36PM, jaehyun you are a grown man

[broccoli johnny] 9:36PM, jae said hes not going to share his drink with you now

[New Message] from lioncub 11:45PM, Sorry for making you worry haha and thank you for coming over so fast

[lioncub] 11:45PM, You home ssfe yet?

[lioncub] 11:45PM, *Safe

[lioncub] 11:46PM, Damn this whole cast on my arm thing is really getting in the way haha

[you] 11:46PM, always<3 and yea I am :) you?

[lioncub] 11:46PM, Yeah, everyone’s in bed. Johnjae’s about to leave

[you] 11:46PM, nice

[you] 11:47PM, tell jaehyun that I hope he falls over

[lioncub] 11:48PM, Woah hahahaha

[lioncub] 11:48PM, Is this because he didn’t share his drink with you?

[you] 11:48PM, it was the last one left >:( and the traitor drank it all >:((

[lioncub] 11:50PM, Haha

[you] 11:50PM, >:(

[lioncub] 11:51PM, You’re so cute

[you] 11:51PM, wow you type so slow

[lioncub] 11:51PM, I brokr my ar, !!!

[you] 11:51PM, yikes

[lioncub] 11:52PM, Dude dp you want me to type fast or not?

[you] 11:52PM, you’ll make mistakes either way👀

[lioncub] 11:52PM, *Do

[lioncub] 11:53PM, Hahaha very funny lool

[lioncub] 11:54PM, Come on babr

[lioncub] 11:54PM, *Basbr

[lioncub] 11:54PM, *Babve

[lioncub] 11:54PM, Damn. *babe

[you] 11:54PM, just. don’t text me anymore .

[lioncub] 11:55PM, Wait what !!!!!

[lioncub] 11:55PM, But my cast wont br off for weeks!!

[lioncub] 11:56PM, Babe !

[lioncub] 11:56PM, D: !!

[you] 11:56PM, I meant that like..... ‘call me’ you dummy

[lioncub] 11:57PM, Oh

[lioncub] 11:57PM, Oops

[Incoming Call] lioncub 11:58PM

[New Message] from marks arm 1:12PM, They left me at home :/

[marks arm] 1:12PM, All alone

[marks arm] 1:13PM, And I’m bored :/

[marks arm] 1:13PM, Bee

[marks arm] 1:13PM, Oh

[marks arm] 1:14PM, Are

[marks arm] 1:14PM, D

[marks arm] 1:14PM, b o r e d

[marks arm] 1:15PM, Babe

[marks arm] 1:15PM, Babe?

[marks arm] 1:15PM, Ba b e

[Missed Video Call] marks arm 1:17PM

[you] 1:21PM, oh shit sory just came out yhe shower

[marks arm] 1:22PM, Oh lool sorry

[marks arm] 1:22PM, You going out somewhere?

[marks arm] 1:23PM, OH are you coming over? :0

[you] 1:23PM, huh? no

[you] 1:23PM, lmfao gotta go to the supermarket

[marks arm] 1:24PM, Is that code for my dorm?

[you] 1:24PM, uh

[you] 1:24PM, what

[marks arm] 1:25PM, Super-MARK-et

[marks arm] 1:25PM, 😏😏😏

[you] 1:25PM, …………

[marks arm] 1:26PM, Dude. You can’t tell me that wanst funny

[you] 1:26PM, ……………………

[marks arm] 1:26PM, Comn on man. That was pretty funny!!!

[marks arm] 1:27PM, *Wasn’t *Come

[marks arm] 1:27PM, 😏😏😏 ???

[you] 1:27PM, I’m not coming over just because you made a ‘good’ joke

[marks arm] 1:28PM, Hahahahaha! babe please!!

[marks arm] 1:28PM, I’m so fucking bored~

[marks arm] 1:28PM, I have thid dumbass cast on now and the boys wont be back till waaayy later

[marks arm] 1:29PM, *This

[marks arm] 1:30PM, It’s not like I can take the cast off. But you can keep me company!!

[marks arm] 1:30PM, Pretty please🥺

[you] 1:30PM, but I gotta go shop D:

[marks arm] 1:31PM, Oh right. yeah lol

[marks arm] 1:31PM, but you can come over after?😏

[you] 1:31PM, hmmmmmm

[marks arm] 1:32PM, No one’s home😏 and

[marks arm]1:32PM, and Iwanttohugyou

[marks arm] 1:33PM, Plus I promise I won’t hug you with my casr haha

[marks arm] 1:33PM, *Cast

[you] 1:33PM, cute

[marks arm] 1:34PM, Did.. Did you not just hear what I said?

[marks arm] 1:34PM, No one’s home !!!

[you] 1:35PM, fine :[

[you] 1:35PM, but after I shop :>

[marks arm] 1:36PM, Alright nice haha. After you shop. Got it !

[New Message] from marks arm 1:45PM, Can you get me snacks??

[marks arm] 1:49PM, You can’t just leave me on read !!!!

[you] 8:03PM, can’t believe I bought you snacks for that

[marks arm] 8:04PM, It was the cast!! I swear !!

[marks arm] 8:04PM, You weren’t the only one uncomfortable >:( I can’t hold myself up over you when my arm is broken lool

[you] 8:05PM, I’m taking your lap next time🙄

[marks arm] 8:05PM, Oh woah

[you] 8:06PM, ‘woah’ what?

[marks arm] 8:06PM, :0

[marks arm] 8:06PM, Woah nothing. Hahahaha

[you] 8:06PM, okay well,,, save your lap for me next time

[marks arm] 8:07PM, lol okay

[marks arm] 8:07PM, Next time.

[marks arm] 8:07PM, I like that

[New Message] from marker 2:20AM, You awake?

[you] 2:21AM, no

[marker] 2:21AM, Oh okay nevermind then

[you] 2:22AM, …

[you] 2:22AM, uh mark

[marker] 2:23AM, Wait a minute

[you] 2:23AM, there we go😂😂

[marker] 2:23AM, ;/

[you] 2:23AM, LOL whats up? its 2am🤔dont you have to go studio in the morning🤔

[marker] 2:24AM, Yeah :/ but my arm hurts ;/

[you] 2:24AM, badly?

[marker] 2:25AM, Mhm :(

[marker] 2:25AM, I cant sleep :(( it hurts :/ like actually really hurts

[you] 2:25AM, lemme get back to you in 7 years after I get my doctors licence

[marker] 2:26AM, Hahahahahahaha

[marker] 2:26AM, Can you get back to me in 3secs as my bestfriend instead?

[you] 2:26AM, touché

[marker] 2:26AM, Haha

[marker] 2:27AM, Let me video call you?

[you] 2:27AM, doyoung is asleep though

[marker] 2:27AM, Yeaahh

[marker] 2:28AM, But I wantf to see you :(

[you] 2:28AM, you saw me today ?

[marker] 2:28AM, It wasnt enough :(

[you] 2:29AM, are you okay??

[marker] 2:29AM, Yeah! I am! I just

[marker] 2:29AM, idk

[marker] 2:29AM, Seeing you makesd me feel better

[you] 2:29AM, cute

[marker] 2:29AM, Shutup man

[marker] 2:30AM, Just let me call youuu

[you] 2:30AM, hm

[you] 2:31AM, fine

[you] 2:31AM, this is my way of making up for my lack of a doctors licence

[marker] 2:31AM, hahahahahahahaha

[marker] 2:31AM, I’m gonna wake up doyoung laughing like this

[you] 2:32AM, lmao pls dont blame me when he whoops your ass in the morning

[marker] 2:32AM, I wont :)

[Incoming Call] marks arm 2:33AM

[[theres too many ppl in this gc. mark pls exit😘]]

[doyoung]: Mark looks like a sardine that was left to dry out in the sun for 12 days

[marker]: Hey man

[marker]: Thats just mean

[fullsun]: not mean, just the truth💅🏼

[doyoung]: It’s because he was up all night talking to you know who👀

[mr peach]: exposed

[you]: mark you said doyoung was a heavy sleeper

[doyoung]: He lied.

[marker]: We werent that loud man

[nakamoto]: I could hear mark from my bedroom

[let’s winwin!]: *our bedroom

[let’s winwin!]: and no we couldn’t

[nakamoto]: I did👀

[broccolli johnny]: all yuta does is lie lmfao

[marker]: How??!!?

[marker]: Your bedroom is upstairs!!!

[junguwu]: ? I couldnt hear them ??? and I’m next door

[nakamoto]: if I was upstairs then explain to me how I heard y/n complaining about how mark farts too much🤔🤔🤔

[marker]: Oh my god

[broccoli johnny]: LMFAAAOO

[junguwu]: HAHAH HAHAHAHAH

[mr peach]: this again LOL

[you]: I still can’t believe they let you talk about marks farts in your tmi vids

[oldman]: 😂😂😂😂😂oh no

[fullsun]: the dried sardine has got some explaining to do👀

[marker]: Dude its not true!!! I swear !!!!!!

[you]: a little bit true

[doyoung]: ✋also a witness

[marker]: >:0

[marker]: Fucking betrayers!!!!!!!

[marker]: Johnny tell them its not true !!!

[broccoli johnny]: my hands are tied bro🤗

[marker]: whAT

[marker]: Jaehyun?!

[mr peach]: its not true.

[doyoung]: Way to sound believable🙄

[nakamoto]: word on the street y/n is tired of mark never saying sorry or excusing himself from farting🤧

[marker]: You guys are just big bullies man

[marker]: Sicheng man you’re the only one I have left😭

[let’s winwin!]: lol no

[fullsun]: yuta may be lying about hearing yall last night but👀

[fullsun]: the fart thing is true👀

[nakamoto]: i rest my case

[broccoli johnny]: one day mark is gonna fart and it’ll poison you all

[nakamoto]: I heard hes poisoned a couple of people already🧐

[marker]: DUDE

[New Message] from mark LEE 10:11AM, Hey can I ask you something?

[you] 10:12AM, sure whats up?

[you] 10:12AM, you okay?

[mark LEE] 10:13AM, So um ;//

[mark LEE] 10:13AM, My farts dont annoy you do they?

[you] 10:14AM, LOL mARK

[mark LEE] 10:14AM, What ?! what!!!!

[mark LEE] 10:14AM, I’m serious!!!

[you] 10:15AM, its been like 3 days since that conversation

[mark LEE] 10:15AM, And I havent been able to fart in front of you since!!

[you] 10:15AM, LMAAOOO MARKKKK

[mark LEE] 10:16AM, Babe I’m deadass!!!

[you] 10:16AM, yuta was just joking stupid

[mark LEE] 10:17AM, :/

[mark LEE] 10:17AM, I know

[mark LEE] 10:17AM, But

[you] 10:18AM, but?

[mark LEE] 10:18AM, I fart

[mark LEE] 10:18AM, like

[mark LEE] 10:18AM, a lot

[you] 10:19AM, omg mark

[you] 10:19AM, it doesnt matter!! I think its cute

[mark LEE] 10:19AM, What?!

[you] 10:19AM, when you fart youre cute

[you] 10:20AM, when you sneeze youre cute

[you] 10:20AM, when you talk youre cute

[you] 10:20AM, even when you just breathe youre fucking cute

[you] 10:20AM, I dont care about your farts

[mark LEE] 10:21AM, You’re weird

[you] 10:21AM, ask the groupchat if you dont believe me

[[theres too many ppl in this gc. mark pls exit😘]]

[marker]: Anyways guys

[junguwu]: ya

[marker]: Am I cute?

[fullsun]: no

[New Message] from cute idiot 9:37PM, Where are you?

[cute idiot] 9:37PM, Babe

[cute idiot] 9:37PM, The bath is gonna get cold man

[you] 9:40PM, we got a problem

[cute idiot] 9:40PM, What? No lighter? Not even matchsticks?

[you] 9:40PM, johnjae are here

[cute idiot] 9:41PM, !???!?!?!?!!!

[cute idiot] 9:41PM, whAT

[cute idiot] 9:41PM, Like in the dorm here?!?!??

[you] 9:41PM, yea you dummy

[cute idiot] 9:41PM, Shit whAT

[you] 9:42PM, wtf happened to ‘no one is coming home till late today’ !???!!

[cute idiot] 9:42PM, I

[cute idiot] 9:42PM, I DIDNT KNOW I SWEAR OMG

[cute idiot] 9:42PM, wHAT DID U SAY TO THEM

[you] 9:43PM, I look like a psycho mark

[cute idiot] 9:43PM, tHATS WHAT YOU SAID?

[you] 9:43PM, nO

[you] 9:44PM, they caught me… in the kitchen…. going through the drawers

[you] 9:44PM, with just your tshirt on…

[you] 9:44PM, my hair is wet af mark

[cute idiot] 9:45PM, oh god

[you] 9:45PM, how was i supposed to explain myself ?!

[you] 9:45PM, tell them my hair is wet because I just climbed out of the bath i was sharing with their roommate ?!!?

[you] 9:45PM, tell them i needed something to light the candles beside the fucking bubble bath ?!??

[cute idiot] 9:45PM, Shit shit shit

[you] 9:46PM, and all because you couldnt get out of the tub without injuring your broken-arm ??!

[cute idiot] 9:46PM, Oh my gof

[cute idiot] 9:46PM, Please tell me that is not what you said

[cute idiot] 9:46PM, Oh my god

[cute idiot] 9:46PM, This is so embarrassing

[cute idiot] 9:47PM, Dude

[cute idiot] 9:47PM, Why arnet you answering?!?!

[cute idiot] 9:47PM, What the fuc do I do

[you] 9:48PM, hold on theyre talking to me

[cute idiot] 9:48PM, I’m freakinghout

[you] 9:48PM, apparently theyre back early because they need to go prerecord nct nightnight

[you] 9:48PM, johnny needed to pick something up on the way

[cute idiot] 9:48PM, Oh god

[cute idiot] 9:48PM, Whdt do I do?!

[cute idiot] 9:48PM, Do I getr out!?

[you] 9:49PM, told them you were showering

[cute idiot] 9:49PM, Shit

[cute idiot] 9:49PM, Okay I’m turning on the shower

[cute idiot] 9:49PM, You know

[cute idiot] 9:49PM, For soubnd effects

[cute idiot] 9:49PM, Shit man shitr

[cute idiot] 9:49PM, wait

[cute idiot] 9:49PM, wb you?!

[cute idiot] 9:50PM, You didn’t dry yourself. Dude you didn’t even bring a towel

[cute idiot] 9:50PM, Hwo you gonna explain

[you] 9:51PM, told them your dumbass slipped

[you] 9:51PM, and I had to help you because of your arm

[you] 9:51PM, wait brb

[cute idiot] 9:51PM, Nooo dont brb me

[cute idiot] 9:52PM, I feel exposed now

[cute idiot] 9:52PM, Oh my god

[cute idiot] 9:52PM, This is the worst

[cute idiot] 9:52PM, This is the WORST

[cute idiot] 9:53PM, Babe?

[you] 9:57PM, okay theyre gone😪😪

[cute idiot] 9:57PM, Thank god

[cute idiot] 9:57PM, Did they believe you?

[you] 9:58PM, I fucking hope so

[you] 9:58PM, I’m coming back

[cute idiot] 9:58PM, Be quick ;/ I kinda made a mess

[[foreign swaggers💯💯💯]]

[sexy boi ten]: just out of curiosity🧐

[sexy boi ten]: who here loves bubble baths?

[johns banana]: hmmmmmm idk man🤔 good question🤔

[jeffrey]: 😂😂😂

[kark]: Oh my god

[sexy boi ten]: I think one of us is a bubble bath enthusiast

[sexy boi ten]: but I just cant put my finger on it🧐

[kark]: Can’t believe you told ten

[johns banana]: told him what🤔🤔

[kark]: Don’t lie to me bro

[sexy boi ten]: i think youre the only one lying here

[kark]: 😨😨😨

[kark]: Jaehyun please help me

[jeffrey]: I heard there were candles

[kark]: 😧

[johns banana]: candles ?! 🤔 oh gasp🤧

[sexy boi ten]: so this is what you get up to when no ones around

[kark]: hahahaha noooo

[kark]: youre making it sound super weird man !!

[jeffrey]: lmfaaooo

[sexy boi ten]: this whole broken limb thing doesnt seem so bad now

[kark]: we didnt /do/ anything

[sexy boi ten]: why?😏 were you supposed have done something? 😏😏

[kark]: hahaha oh my god

[johns banana]: what are you tryna say mark🤗

[kark]: dude !!!!!!!

[kark]: youre all making this way weirder than it already is man

[jeffrey]: arent you the one making it weird?

[sexy boi ten]: johnny break my arm so i can get a bubble bath

[johns banana]: you dont have a girlfriend

[sexy boi ten]: i know

[sexy boi ten]: but i could have a boyfriend

[jeffrey]: you dont have a boyfriend either

[sexy boi ten]: then can you run me a bubble bath instead😘😘😘😘

[kark]: what

[johns banana]: depends… do I get to join

[kark]: wHAT

[johns banana]: I’ll be the mark to your y/n

[jeffrey]: this is going in my TMI

[New Message] from marks arm 4:15PM, They keep teasing me about the bath thing

[you] 4:15PM, so no more baths together?

[marks arm] 4:16PM, I didn’t say that........

[New Message] from bunny doyoung 6:47PM, Change of plans

[bunny doyoung] 6:47PM, He’s already on the way to yours

[you] 6:48PM, what?!

[you] 6:48PM, I was about to leave

[bunny doyoung] 6:49PM, Sorry I couldnt stop him

[bunny doyoung] 6:49PM, Said there’s too many of us in the dorm at the moment lmao

[bunny doyoung] 6:50PM, He’s such a kid

[you] 6:50PM, ffs mark

[you] 6:51PM, thanks do

[bunny doyoung] 6:51PM, Of course

[you] 6:53PM, mark wth

[you] 6:53PM, doyoung said youre coming here

[marks eggs] 6:55PM, Sorry baby

[marks eggs] 6:55PM, It’s way too hectic back there

[you] 6:56PM, you know I dont mind

[marks eggs] 6:56PM, I do this time

[marks eggs] 6:57PM, I want alone time with you

[you] 6:57PM, but I made food for the boys

[marks eggs] 6:57PM, I’ll eat it all :)

[you] 6:58PM, marrrrrkk

[marks eggs] 6:58PM, Too late I’m outside

[marks eggs] 6:58PM, Open up

[New Message] ty track 1:00AM, He’s not coming back tonight is he?

[you] 1:01AM, defo not

[you] 1:01AM, hes asleep on my lap atm

[ty track] 1:02AM, Sigh

[ty track] 1:02AM, Fine, make sure he wakes up early

[ty track] 1:03AM, He has to be back by 7am, we have a shoot in the morning

[you] 1:03AM, okay sure thing

[ty track] 1:03AM, Get some rest too

[you] 1:04AM, thanks tae you too💚

[ty track] 1:04AM, Goodnight💚

[you] 1:05AM, night :)

[[dreamies but not rlly]]

[pudu]: what time did you say you were going to come over again?

[you]: before 10 why?

[pudu]: because marks trying to break up renjun and jaemin from wrestling

[pudu]: with one arm

[jenojam]: is that what all that yelling is?

[you]: hyuck

[you]: why are you texting me when you can help him out

[pudu]: y/n thats a dumb question and you know it

[dolphinle]: such a dumb question

[you]: why arent any of you doing anything????????

[pudu]: why dont you just come over sooner ^^

[you]: hyuck I cant I’m running errands atm

[dolphinle]: see y/n is running errands hyung

[you]: thanks chenle

[pudu]: shutup chenle

[you]: wheres jisung

[jisung park]: staying out of the mess

[you]: good.

[you]: one less dreamie to worry about

[jisung park]: youre welcome

[pudu]: okay they stopped play fighting :/

[jenojam]: because mark says his arm hurts

[you]: you guys are the worst

[pudu]: *best

[moomin]: you guys are snitches

[dolphinle]: and snitches get stitches

[jaemin<3]: renjun broke my neck

[moomin]: did not

[moomin]: your stupid neck happened to fall into my hands

[pudu]: LMAOO

[jaemin<3]: :0 can u believe this

[you]: is mark okay?

[jenojam]: no

[mark sucks]: Yes

[mark sucks]: hahahaha just carry on with your errands and come at 10 I have this unser contrl

[mark sucks]: *Under

[mark sucks]: *Control

[pudu]: HAHA what lies

[jisung park]: hyung doesnt have anything under control

[jaemin<3]: youre not going to ask if I’m okay? :(

[moomin]: jaemin ur still breathing right?

[moomin]: yea thats what I thought

[dolphinle]: ye thats what he thought

[jaemin<3]: I didnt even say anything yet!!

[pudu]: LMFAAOO

[you]: jeno help

[jenojam]: je-no thank you

[[theres too many ppl in this gc. mark pls exit😘]]

[tytrack]: well then who was it?

[nakamoto]: I think johnny was the last one to use the vacuum

[marker]: Babe can you pick up a box on the way ;/ we ranm out lastr night

[nakamoto]: .................

[fullsun]: well okay. this was fun. g2g. forever. ✌️✌️✌️

[doyoung]: Only mark would do this.

[nakamoto]: 🤡🤡🤡🤡

[doyoung]: Seriously only mark.

[marker]: Shit!!!

[marker]: Fucvbk man

[you]: wrong chat you fat loser

[canada mark] 7:00PM, Shit baby I’m so soryr

[you] 7:00PM, you’re the biggest dummy😂😂😂

[[theres too many ppl in this gc. mark pls exit😘]]

[junguwu]: a box of what?

[tytrack]: what the fuck mark

[junguwu]: oh

[marker]: Dude I didn’t mean to!!!

[broccoli johnny]: this is why he left the dorm so quick lmfao

[marker]: Baby I’m so so so sorry I’ll make it up for you tonight

[junguwu]: :0

[you] 7:05PM, wRONG CHAT AGAIN STUPID

[canada mark] 7:05PM, FCUK

[[theres too many ppl in this gc. mark pls exit😘]]

[nakamoto]: jc mark🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

[fullsun]: can we push the gc name into full gear now?

[fullsun]: it’s no longer a joke.

[marker]: IM IN SO MANY GROUPCHATS ITS HARD OKAY

[you] 7:07PM, you’re lucky you have a broken arm or else

[canada mark] 7:08PM, Dude I’m so sorry. Like really.

[canada mark] 7:08PM, I was rushing in case you left the store already ;/ sorry :(

[canada mark] 7:08PM, I’ll do whatever you want ! promise.

[you] 7:09PM, you can barely do anything with that broken arm stupid

[you] 7:09PM, its okay😂

[canada mark] 7:09PM, Really?

[you] 7:10PM, lets just say you owe me one

‘you changed [canada mark] to [stupid mark]’

[stupid mark] 7:11PM, Yeah okay. I deserve that one.

[New Message] from stupid mark 7:24AM, Can I call you?

[stupid mark] 7:24AM, I seriously hate texting ;/

[you] 7:25AM, is it because of the wrong groupchat thing or your cast?

[stupid mark] 7:25AM, ......both lol

[you] 7:25AM, okay but I’m in bed bby its so early

[stupid mark] 7:25AM, Perfect!! then you don’t have to move !

[stupid mark] 7:25AM, Just close your eyes and talk to me :^)

[you] 7:26AM, you can talk to everyone else whos awake :^)

[stupid mark] 7:25AM, Everyones getting their hair done and stuff

[stupid mark] 7:26AM, And I’m handicapped let me call you.

[you] 7:26AM, wooooow ‘handicapped’ you can’t text me

[Incoming Video Call] stupid mark 7:26PM

[stupid mark] 7:2APM, Pick up!! please!!

[New Message] from sore loser 11:20PM, :((((

[you] 11:21PM, mark?

[you] 11:21PM, whats wrong?

[sore loser] 11:22PM, Do you want to come with me to the doctors get my cast off tomorrow?

[you] 11:22PM, huh????

[you] 11:22PM, I mean yeah sure but

[you] 11:22PM, whats with the sad face?

[sore loser] 11:23PM, No! I’m happy! but sad ;/

[sore loser] 11:23PM, I get to be on stage again but ;( I can’t play damsel in distress anymore haha

[sore loser] 11:23PM, If I call you over, you’ll still come right?

[you] 11:24PM, depends.........

[sore loser] 11:24PM, See!!

[you] 11:24PM, I’m just kidding lmao

[sore loser] 11:24PM, Oh

[sore loser] 11:24PM, So... You’ll still shampoo my hair sometimes? ;/ or like sit on my lap,,and stuff ;/// ??

[you] 11:25PM, you know I’ll do all those things regardless whether your arm is broken or not

[sore loser] 11:25PM, You’re the best

[you] 11:25PM, plus you still owe me one :^)

[sore loser] 11:25PM, Oh yeah! I do !!

‘you changed [sore loser] to [<3]’

[<3] 11:26PM, Hahaha cute

[<3] 11:26PM, Okay :))))

[<3] 11:26PM, I’ll give you what I owe you tomorrow after we go doctors ;) <3

[you] 11:27PM, perfect

[<3] 11:27PM, Yeah, perfect :))

[New Message] from <3 9:34AM, Yeah, oops. Not so perfect..... omg I’m sorry

[you] 9:34AM, yeah your arm is like jelly its weird

[<3] 9:34AM, Hahahahaha

[<3] 9:34AM, In three weeks then?

[New Message] from <3 9:36AM, You can’t just leave me on read !!!!!!!!!

[You are Video Calling <3 ...] 9:36AM

#mark lee #mark lee texts #mark lee scenarios #mark lee sns #mark lee fic #mark lee imagine #mark lee scenario #mark lee fluff #mark lee fanfic

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synthient · 5 years

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The Key to Understanding Deltarune: The Halloween Hack

So we’re currently in the middle of a 4000 year content hiatus

Which is unfortunate, because ever since the big iconic Halloween-day surprise demo drop, my brain has been rattling a baseball bat against the inside of my skull and chanting “CONTENT, CONTENT, CONTENT”

Undertale was like candy for the thematic analysis side of my brain. I still wake up in a cold sweat some nights going “fun value......he put a quantitative value on fun.....numbers going up.....”

I am desperate to know what kind of themes Deltarune is going to tackle. Can you effectively predict that from one (1) 3 hour demo? No. Does my brain care? No.

Which is what lead me to the wonderful world of intertextuality, or examining how a media text is shaped by other media texts

It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this with me doing a playthrough of EarthBound, the video game that Toby has cited as his biggest inspiration for Undertale

That was fun & interesting (the “throwing away an emotionally engaging experience to grimly make Numbers Go Up” thing feels a lot closer to home after trying and failing to get the sword of kings), but it didn’t provide much insight into Deltarune, specifically. It wasn’t enough. I needed more. I was willing to dig into literally any intertext (except Homestuck, which no force on this earth can compel me to read :) )

anyway thats how I ended up playing Toby Fox’s high school fangame

And somehow (sorry Toby) I walked out of there with an unironic theory (a game theory....if you will....): Deltarune is Toby’s adult reexamination of the Halloween Hack.

What is the Halloween Hack?

You know that thing where, like, people take the engine of a Pokemon game and edit it so there’s a new region and a bunch of new fakemon, and also There’s Swears Now

In 2008, Toby Fox entered a contest on an EarthBound fansite for the best Halloween-themed EarthBound hack

In one sense, reducing the Halloween Hack to a “bad romhack with swears” is a little bit of a disservice. There are some glimmers in there of a really affecting, thought-provoking game, and you can see some of the early blueprints of what would later become Undertale (“do video game ‘monsters’ really deserve to die” is a major theme, and the character of Dr. Andonuts was effectively split up into Alpyhs, Asgore, and Sans)

But it’s also. very much a fangame made by a 16-year-old.

You can read a basic summary of the Hack here. High school-age Toby wrote two pretty extensive analyses of his thought process behind the game. I’ll be referring back to them a lot, and I’d highly suggest giving them a read--Toby’s been so famously resistant to making any Word of God statements about Undertale that it’s kind of fascinating to see him being so candid

an extremely long and rambling examination of How This All Relates To Deltarune

The Halloween Hack opens in the town of Halloween Twoson. Twoson is one of the cites in EarthBound, and here it’s been painted orange. and there’s pumpkins now

See, high school Toby had...a bit of a chip on his shoulder. In the Making Of notes, he explains that he was frustrated that “most people generally thought I was just ‘another funny guy’”. So he designed the opening of the game to seem unoriginally close to the original EarthBound--like “a regular, funny, lazy hack”--to lull players into a false sense of security before the horror elements set in.

Two interesting things there:

“Lazily, unoriginally close to the source game” sounds an awful lot like the Dark World segment of Deltarune

Halloween Twoson looks very visually similar to Hometown

Toby’s description of Twoson also sounds pretty Hometown-esque:

The main impressions of Twoson that I wanted to give the player were: It's funny. It's a nice fall day outside. The person hacking this game is ridiculously lazy. It's a nice place to live. If you look at it a little closely, it's kind of claustrophobic.

And when does the horror kick in? When the player descends into the underground tunnels beneath the city.

The “horror” in the Halloween Hack is, however, Pretty Not Good.

There’s a whole lot of the flavor text narrator (put a pin in that one) insisting “this is so scary. you’re so scared. your hands shake and your head throbs because you’re so scared.” There’s also a thing where the battle text keeps going “the shambling zombie BITES your HEAD OFF!!! (you lose 15 hp).”

I think the True Lab sequence in Undertale is a decent demonstration that Toby’s come a long way since then (and that Honey We’ve Got A Storm Coming :’) ). But you know what the Hack’s style of horror reminds me of?

My first thought when I beat the demo and saw this stinger was “this looks like an intentionally shitty creepypasta.” Now I wonder if it’s lowkey adult Toby poking a little fun at teenage Toby

The Halloween Hack is a game about railroading. It’s Spec Ops The Line before there was Spec Ops The Line.

According to Toby:

The main theme of this game is the lack of choice. There is really no choice in this game. From the moment you start to the moment you finish, you're destined to kill Dr. Andonuts. There are two endings, but they both eventually end up the same way. It's all a big joke on the player.

You know why there isn't a choice there? Because you already chose to make Varik go into the door. You already chose to go forward. The only real choice, as Varik realizes at the end of the game, is to stop or keep going. By "stop" he means "turn off the game," and that's all you can do. Anything you play is your own fault for playing, and that's the only real choice you can make.

Interesting? Yeah. A little obnoxious? Also yeah.

That’s one of the criticisms people had of Spec Ops. "The atrocities we commit when we feel like we don’t have a choice” is an intriguing theme, but “~the only way to win is not to play~ [the game I worked hard on for the express purpose of people playing it]” isn’t a very satisfying conclusion.

Undertale, in direct contrast to the Hack, is all about choice. It earns the right to guilt you for the No Mercy Run by giving you every opportunity not to go through with it.

But even Undertale plays a little with the concept of railroading--you can’t stay with Toriel; you can’t spare Asgore in any of the neutral runs; you can’t save Asriel.

Now Deltarune seems to be returning full-on to the Hack’s “your choices don’t matter” premise. But it’s going to need to find something more insightful and satisfying to say about it.

Which makes me really curious about this:

If the Hack has a secondary theme besides railroading/lack of choice, it’s The Soul-Crushing Impact Of Internalized Homophobia.

The tragic antagonist, Dr. Andonuts, destroys his own life trying to repress his gay desire. He retreats into a dream world made of his neuroses and trauma, and he’s inevitably Otherized and murdered by the player. He’s something of a dark version of Alphys, who “disappears” into her lab without ever meeting and getting support from Frisk, Papyrus, and Undyne.

Undertale takes an opposite approach to its lgbt themes--the Underground is a utopia where homophobia and transphobia don’t exist. Everyone respects Frisk’s and Chara’s pronouns. Alphys finds solace and healing in her relationship with Undyne.

It’s a heartwarming growth from the despair in the Halloween Hack. And it’s a vision that’s been deeply meaningful to a lot of people. But that doesn’t mean that there’s no value in exploring issues of homophobia. 16-year-old Toby tried to do that, but...wasn’t exactly at a point where he was equipped to handle it with a ton of sensitivity and nuance.

(There’s. There’s a boss battle where you fight the physical manifestation of Andonuts’ gay repression. It’s a crotch. You fight a crotch.)

Some of the hints in the Deltarune demo, however--the Toriel Has Become Catholic thing; the fact that Alphys and Undyne haven’t met and Mettaton hasn’t been able to transition; the potential trans implications of choosing a name only to have it discarded for an assigned one (“you can’t choose who you are in this world”)--make me suspect that’s one of the themes that Toby will try to revisit from an adult perspective.

The Hack is interested in the idea of the flavor text narrator as a distinct, intelligent entity, whose thoughts and goals don’t always align with those of the player character or the player.

The Hack’s narrator makes a habit of dictating “your” emotions to you (you’re scared; you can sense ‘the monster’ and you want to kill it; etc). The narration starts to seem more and more unreliable, until, as Toby put it, “The narrator starts talking to you personally...rambling about incoherent things.”

At the game’s turning point, you’re given a yes/no choice to kill Dr. Andonuts. Choose yes, and the narrator (mockingly?) calls you a good person, describes the murder you commit, and then narrates what appears to be your (or their? or Varik’s?) psychological breakdown. Choose no, and the narrator tells you that’s not a real choice and redirects you back to the yes/no box. If you press the b-button to try and opt out of the choice (the game’s unofficial subtitle is “Press the B-Button Stupid,” and doing so allows you to follow Andonuts into his dream world), the narrator starts to panic, although the game ultimately ends the same way.

Not to NarraChara Real, but NarraChara Real

The Hack is also interested in the idea of the player character as a possibly-unwilling puppet controlled by the player (who in turn is controlled by the railroading/their need to beat the game).

According to Toby:

As you approach someone you've never met that you're labeling as a monster, your body pushes you forward to kill him. What's funny is that it's not even uncontrolled, it's really just the force of the player's controller pushing that little bounty hunter into murdering Andonuts. You might not realize it, but Varik is almost dead, and yet he can't stop moving because you keep pushing those buttons.

The Halloween Hack is, fundamentally, a nostalgic meditation on an existing game.

It’s a little obvious to say, but the Hack isn’t a standalone game. It’s a hack of EarthBound.

Toby writes:

EarthBound dominated my childhood, shaped my preteen years, and played a large role in molding me into the offbeat pseudohippie I am today. It gave me a sense of humor. It helped me learn how to read. Its lessons served as a basis for my sense of justice and courage.

But at age 16, Toby’s feeling about the game that had shaped him were a little mixed. He describes “the staleness of a fifteen-year-old video game” as one of his motivations for making the Hack.

In Deltarune, he (kind of hilariously) has Alphys parrot his teen-self’s “staleness” line:

(I could write a whole meta just on the Mew Mew Kissy Cutie vs Mew Mew Kissy Cutie 2 thing)

Still, Toby’s nostalgia for EarthBound is essential to how the Hack operates. Earlier, I said there were glimmers of an thoughtful, affecting game buried in the “bad romhack with swears.” The most genuinely moving moment in the Hack, in my opinion, is the Onett sequence.

You wander though a faded, dream world version of Onett--the hometown from EarthBound--while a slowed down arrangement of the Onett music plays. Snatches of forgotten conversations appear on road signs. Various monsters from EarthBound follow slowly behind you, but don’t attack. The only battles are against creatures called “Remember Me?”

The EarthBound characters appear to recognize “Varik” as Ness, EarthBound’s protagonist--or are they recognizing you, the player, as the same person who played EarthBound once upon a time?

The one problem, of course, is that not everyone has played EarthBound. It’s a relatively niche game. The sense of remembrance and regret and loss in the Onett sequence is universal, but being shaped as a person by the specific video game EarthBound isn’t a universal experience.

But in the years since the Hack, Toby has created something with a wider reach than EarthBound. Something that can evoke that sense of memory and nostalgia in players. A familiar game that he can take apart, rearrange, and examine in an entirely different light.

He made Undertale.

And now he’s rearranging the pieces into Deltarune.

#deltarune #undertale #o and to clarify: i don't think the flavor text thing means that chara's evil #in fact i think deltarune's going to deconstruct that very reading of undertale #which is maybe a whole nother (hopefully much shorter) meta

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barbarasbae · 5 years

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Just a Taste-Californiacation

Part Seven of Just a Taste

Vampire!Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: emotions, fluffy af

Road trip!

“What?” He asked incredulously. “We’re going to Santa Cruz. I really hope you have a map in the car.”

“Why?”

“Why what?” She glanced over at him. “Why are we going to Santa Cruz?”

“We’re gonna figure out how the hell to reverse this.” She said, gesturing to him and turned the heat up. “Okay, but why?”

“I like you, Billy.” She said, biting her lip. He would have blushed if he could. He squeezed her knee tighter. “I like you too.” He whispered. She let him turn up the music, reaching down to hold his hands when they were alone on a long stretch of road. Billy chattered about what he liked to do in Santa Cruz before he was turned into a vampire, telling her about the boardwalk and the gorgeous blue surfboard he used to own. It was now 3 am and Y/n pulled into a gas station. “Want me to drive from here?”

“Sure. I can’t guarantee I’m gonna stay awake though.”

“It’s okay.” He decided to get gas while she went to the bathroom. She bought two water bottles and set them in the middle console when she got back. Billy drove for the majority of the next day, Y/n waking up at 11 am when they were about an hour away from the Iowa-Nebraska border. “Where are we?”

“Denison, Iowa.” She nodded, laughing at the growl her stomach suddenly let out. “I forgot about eating.” They stopped at a burger joint on the state line, Y/n groaning and reaching over the table to wipe his face. “I swear you’re doing this to spite me.”

“Maybe.” She rolled her eyes, Billy smiling. “Do you actually like eating food?”

He shrugged. “This is probably as close as I wanna get. You want my fries?”

“Sure.” She took them in the car, offering to drive the next leg of the trip. She was honestly surprised when he did. As they drove into Wyoming, the time change started getting to her a little. “This is the day that’s never gonna end.”

“We’re driving into the sun.” He commented, looking out the window. “Look more cows. Wow.”

“At least you have something besides concrete to look at.”

They played the license plate game until it became unbearably boring as they slowly all became Utah plates. They reach Nevada by 8 pm (because of pit stops), Y/n having eaten about three full things of M&Ms, Billy on hamburger number four (he hadn’t drank human blood in weeks and it was getting to him). They stopped at a motel, Y/n passing out basically the second her body hit the dingy comforter. Billy took her shoes off and climbed into the bed with her, curling around her. He held her to his chest, her shifting closer to him in her sleep.

Billy wakes up at 3 am and drinks the blood of a guy that got kicked out of a bar nearby for being disorderly (no, he didn’t kill him). He sits in the motel and watches crappy tv until Y/n wakes up at 5 am. “I’ll drive today.” She trudges out to the car, bag in hand, having changed into a sweatshirt instead of the bulkier winter clothes she’d been wearing when they left Hawkins. She fell asleep about 20 minutes into the drive, Billy smiling as he looked over at her every few minutes. “Watch the road, creep.” She teased him, blinking awake. “Sorry, you’re too distracting. You snore like a fucking lawn mower.”

“I snore?” Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Nah.” About three hours later, she was starting to fidget. “Gotta pee.” She mumbled, Billy finding a gas station. He refilled his tank, both using the opportunity to use the bathroom. She grabbed them both a breakfast sandwich, as well as a coffee for herself and jerky for Billy. She handed it to him, Billy kissing her cheek so casually she almost dropped her coffee. “When do you think we’ll get there?” She asked as they got back on the interstate. He shrugged. “Three ish.” He was right. They crossed into California at 11ish, getting lunch about an hour later in Sacramento. She looked tired, Billy wondering what they were gonna get themselves into.

They got to Santa Cruz a little earlier, Billy may or may not have gone 10-20 miles over the speed limit the last hour of the trip. “What do we do now?” She asked him, knowing they most likely couldn’t check into a motel for another hour or two. “Wanna go to the beach?” They found themselves in a surf shop, buying towels and swimsuits. She got sunscreen and flip flops, Billy renting a surfboard. They ate tacos from a food truck on the beach while sitting on the towels, the surfboard resting in the sand next to them. Billy thought she looked cute, her wearing her sweatshirt over the swimsuit. “What if we just stayed?” He asked, watching a wave break on the sandbar. “We can’t.” Her voice was muffled by the taco. “Why not? We’ve got each other? We can work odd jobs, get an apartment-”

“Billy, we’re not even dating. I can’t tell you yes just to be left behind...And I’d miss my family.” Billy only really had Max and Susan. Neil was scared of him, even if he did still try to beat the crap out of him. Billy sighed. His hand found hers on the towel, resting it over hers. “I’m sorry.” He poked at the sand. “I get it. I just might not go back with you.” She nodded, wiping her face with the back of her sleeve. “I’m...I’m gonna go call my mom.” She got up, sniffling, walking to the boardwalk and finding a pay phone. “Hey mom, it’s Y/n.”

“Oh, hi sweetie. Are you having fun at Logan’s house?”

“That’s why I’m calling you. I’m not at Logan’s.”

“Where are you?”

“Santa Cruz...California.” She admitted with a wince, knowing she was about to get screamed at. She preemptively held the phone a little farther from her ear. “YOU ARE WHERE?”

“California.”

“WHY THE HELL ARE YOU THERE?! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

“I’m sorry.” She whimpered, looking back to the beach to see Billy was gone. “My friend was having a really hard time and I really wanted to help them get away. I’m sorry. I’ll tell you everything when I get home, Okay?” She heard her mom sigh. “Okay. Please just be safe, sweetie, alright? I’m not really mad, I just wish you hadn’t lied to me about this.”

“I will be. I’m sorry mom.” She walked back to the beach, sitting on the towel before properly breaking down. She tried to calm herself, seeing Billy pretty far out in the water, paddling towards a big wave. When Billy comes back, the sun is still beating down on them. She was curled up on the towel, sweatshirt abandoned due to the heat. He smiled. Cute. “Babe.”

“...”

“Baby.”

“...what?”

“Whatcha doing?” She sat up slowly, thankful the blond boy was blocking out the sun. “Sleeping off all those hours in the car.” He looked up to check the clouds. “Wanna get in the water?” She nodded and got up, her face a little warm from a light sunburn. A squeal left her mouth as he threw her over his shoulder and ran into the water. He dropped her in, laughing as she stood up, sputtering. She pushed him, Billy falling on his ass. They both laughed, her helping him up. He pulled her close, leaning down like he was wanted to kiss her. She turned her head a moment before he could, holding his shoulders and jumping. He caught her just in time for a shoulder high wave to wash over them. “Oh my GOD that was cold.” He snorted, shaking his head. She reached up and pushed wet curls out of his face, looking at his face hard. “What?”

“You have freckles. They’re cute.”

“Thanks.” He bit his lip. They stayed in the water a little longer, Billy deciding he needed to return the surfboard before he forgot. Y/n changed in a public bathroom, frustrated with the sand that never seemed to fully come off. She pulled on shorts she had bought earlier in the surf shop and her sweatshirt back on. She met him by the car, having pulled her hair out of her face. “Ready to go find dinner?” She nodded and climbed in, the pair finding a motel to stay in and then went for dinner. Billy ate yet another burger, Y/n deciding to try something new (she was getting sick of greasy burgers). “Oh my god did you just wipe your face?” She asked, teasing the blond. He groaned. “Okay maybe I do have manners. Sue me.”

“I plan on it.”

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somethingisnewunderthesun · 4 years

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Swift

You could of loved me all my life if I hadn't left you waiting in the cold, I can tell you that Im sorry but you wont believe me baby like you did before.

The stakes were high, the water was rough. But That Love was Ours.

All this time, I never learned to read your mind, I couldn't turn things around, you never gave a warning sign/ you gave sooo many signs.

Ill take your hand and drag you head first, fearless.

Hey Stephen, why are people always leaving? I think you and I should stay the same.

And I flashback to when we said, Forever & Always.

This is where the feeling sinks in, I dont wanna miss you like this. Come back. Be here. Come Back. Be Here.

You took the time to memorize me, my fears, my hopes and dreams. All those times you didnt leave its been occurring to Id like to hang out with you, for my whole life. I think that its best if we both Stay.

This is me swallowing my pride standing in front of you saying Im sorry for that night. Turns out freedom aint nothing but missing you, wishing i realized what I had when you were mine. If we loved again I swear id love you right. Id go back in time and change it but I cant, so if the chain is on your door, I understand.

Tell myself Its time now, gotta let go, but moving on from her is impossible when I still see it all in my head, Burning Red. Losing her was Blue like I’ve never known. Missing her was Dark Gray all alone. Forgetting her was like trying to know somebody you never met. But loving her was Red.

She cant see the smile Im faking, and my hearts not breaking, cause im not feeling anything at all. And you were wild and crazy, just so frustrating, intoxicating, complicated. Got away by some mistake and now. I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain, Its 2am and Im cursing your name, Im so in love that I acted Insane, and thats the way I loved you. Breaking Down and coming undone its a roller coaster kinda rush.

Your sick & tired of my attitude, your feeling like you don’t know me, I tell you that I love you then cut you down. And you need me like a heartbeat, but you know I got a meanstreak, makes you run for cover when I’m around. And hears to me and my temper. You knew that you saw what I was doing to you. Ill tell you why. (Cause I was a fucking clown.) I could write a book on, how to ruin someone perfect.

Simple complication, miscommunication leads to fall out. Ive never heard silence quite this loud. The story of us looks alot like a tragedy now.

And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you Breathe. Hope Its nice where you are. And I hope the sun shines, and its a beautiful day, and something reminds you youd wished you had stayed. You can plan for a change in the weather and time, but I never planned on you changing your mind.

Marry me Juliet you'll never have to be alone. I Love You and thats all I really know. Ill be the price, and you be the princess. Its a Love story baby just say yes.

And Time, is taking its sweet time erasing you. Cause we had, a beautiful, magic love there. What a sad, beautiful, tragic, love affair. Distance, timing, breakdown, fighting, silence, the train runs off its tracks. Kiss me, try to fix it. Could you just try to listen?? Hang up, give up. For the Life of us we cant get back.

All i am is mean, and a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life, and mean, and mean , and mean, and mean. Ill im ever gonna be is mean.

Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile.

3 years gone and Im still reaching even though I know you’re not there. I was playing back a thousand memories baby, thinking bout everything we’ve been through. Maybe ive been going back too much lately when time stood still, and I had you. I flashback to the night when you said you said to me nothings gonna change, not for me & you. Not before I knew how much I had to lose. If your out there, if your somewhere, if your moving on, Ive been waiting for you ever since youve been gone. I just want it back to the way it was before, and I just wanna see you back at my front door. I know that we could work it out somehow, but if this was a movie youd be here by now.

You were a dreamer before I ever let you down. Now here I am on my knees, begging for forgiveness, begging for you. Just like you always wanted. Cause your not my princess. Your gonna find someone someday that might actually treat you well, and its to late for me and my white horse to catch you now.

But we were something dont you think so, and if my wishes came true, it would of been you, persist and resit the temptation to ask you if one thing had been different, would everything be different today? And it would of been sweet, if it coulda been me. But it woulda been fun, if you woulda been the one.

Maybe we got lost in translation, maybe you asked for too much, and maybe this thing was a masterpiece before I tore it all up, but I keep your old hoodie from that very 1st week, cause it reminds me of innocence, and it smells like you. Cause there we are again when I loved you so, back before I lost the one real thing Ive ever known, wind in your hair, i was there i remember it all, down the stairs I was there, I remember it all, It was rare, I was there, I remember it All to well.

He’ll never know your story like I do. Im dreaming bout the day when you wake up and find that what your looking for has been here the whole time. You say your fine, know you better than that, hey what cha doing with a boy like that? Cant you see that Im the one who understands you, been here all along so why cant you see, you belong with me.

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Meteorite

Author’s Note: HELLO!! WELCOME TO CHANVEMBER!! this is the second part of his Did You See? story. You do not need to read the others in the series to understand this, however you will have a nice time if you read the other members. Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (ox; female) Genre: fluff; romance; au Summary: While on a weekend getaway, Chanyeol wakes you up asking to show you something. Soon, you realize you have another reason to be awake. Rating: PG-13 Warnings: light swearing Word Count: 5,406

MYeol[1:49 AM]: baby MYeol[1:49 AM]: baby MYeol[1:49 AM]: hey MYeol[1:49 AM]: :( hey MYeol[1:50 AM]: wake up

It’s vibration of the phone against the nightstand, demanding and insistent, that wakes you up, pulling you slowly from sleep. Eyes tightly shut in a petulant act of defiance, you send a curious, needy hand across the mattress, seeking the comforting warmth of Chanyeol’s skin. Immediately, a deep set pout sets along your lips, brow furrowing at the lack. Beside you, the mattress is cold, unfamiliar, lacking the shape and indent of his body, and wholly unlike your bed at home. You resist the urge to whine, bewildered and confused, wondering how the loss of his arm around your waist did not wake you first. Wrapping yourself tightly in the blankets, you sigh into the pillow, knowing nothing holds you quite as strongly as he.

MYeol[1:50 AM]: countess! MYeol[1:50 AM]: love MYeol[1:50 AM]: sunshine :( MYeol[1:51 AM]: countess wake up

Again, the phone vibrates, a loud and penetrating noise that seems to echo throughout the quiet room. Rolling onto your back, you open your eyes and stare at the ceiling, gritting your teeth. Waiting for your eyes to adjust, it takes work to ignore the unfamiliarity of the room, and the way the darkness seems to press against your bones. The furniture assumes irregular, impossible shapes, objects that are not yours but surround you just the same, looming over you as though they demand your care and attention. Without Chanyeol’s calm and even breath against your hair and neck, you find every space he does not occupy uncomfortable and unnecessary.

It’s late, too late, for someone to be texting you. It is late and everyone knows you spent most of the day driving to the cabin, getting away from the chaos of life and the noise and the responsibilities that often make you feel far from Chanyeol. Everyone knows, and therefore no one should be talking to you, and, yet, your phone continues to ring.

With a high pitched noise of annoyance, you stomach the anger and reach for your phone, assuming it could likely be an emergency. As soon as you see the sender, you settle slightly but roll your eyes with a huff.

Y/N[1:51 AM]: literally what the fuck MYeol[1:51 AM]: MY ENTIRE HEART !!!! MYeol[1:52 AM]: there she is!

A smile pulls at your cheeks as you struggle to see the screen, squinting beneath the cast of brightness. Always, he has an endless list of affectionate terms for you, reflecting the intensity of his endearment to you by the extravagant expression of his language. Each one is different from the last, sometimes in different languages, and all declaring his limitless devotion to you. His words make you feel important, treasured, needed. Never in your life have you ever felt so incomprehensibly wanted.

Y/N[1:52 AM]: why arent you sleeping Y/N[1:53 AM]: why arent you letting ME sleep MYeol[1:53 AM]: come out to the terrace baby Y/N[1:54 AM]: what why? MYeol[1:55 AM]: because that’s where i am! Y/N[1:55 AM]: ...is it emergent that i be there Y/N[1:55 AM]: as opposed to being here Y/N[1:56 AM]: warm Y/N[1:56 AM]: cozy MYeol[1:56 AM]: youre always warm baby MYeol[1:56 AM]: and yes its important! Y/N[1:57 AM]: important like the time you woke me up at 5 in the morning to tell me you loved me?

This happened once - although, now you smile at the knowledge that’s not entirely true. It has happened many times, he does this often, but always you recall the first time, the most pure and sacred.

The sun had not yet fully broken over the horizon, smears of red and gold tainting the shadows of the clouds as Chanyeol whispered softly at your ear. Each word was punctuated with a light kiss until you woke up, bleary eyed and confused, regarding him patiently as worry started to bloom in the tips of your fingers.

When you asked what was wrong, he simply stroked his thumb along the length of your cheek, inching closer along the pillow until his forehead met yours. Against your lips and moving his hand down your neck and breasts to grip your hip, he simply said ‘I’m so in love with you,’ voice small and sounding a little lost. You leaned up to kiss him, sucking his bottom lip between yours and relishing the way his moan cascaded down your throat, content and consumed by love like a solar flare.

You think about this moment a lot - about the way he said it, the way he looked at you; the way it felt like the most important thing he had ever said in his life; the way his eyes lit up when you said it back and the way he looked deep into your soul, seeking other parts of you he had yet to touch, as though there were any at all.

The way you said it back and wanted to stay awake with him, saying it over and over and over.

MYeol[1:57 AM]: hey :( MYeol[1:57 AM]: that was the most important MYeol[1:57 AM]: like the MOST important Y/N[1:58 AM]: i know *happy smile face INSERT* Y/N[1:58 AM]: but if thats what this is about id rather you come back here and do it again MYeol[1:59 AM]: TEMPTING Y/N[1:59 AM]: do it Y/N[1:59 AM]: i want you to touch me MYeol[1:59 AM]: countess MYeol[2:00 AM]: i always want to touch you MYeol[2:00 AM]: but thats not what this is about Y/N[2:00 AM]: what is it then? MYeol[2:00 AM]: just come out here baby Y/N[2:01 AM]: ugh Y/N[2:01 AM]: youre killing me smalls MYeol[2:02 AM] - Message sent with Shooting Star: hurry <3

A gust of wind hits your chest as you push open the door to the terrace, enough to make you wrap yourself tighter in the flannel blanket, shivering. Your motions are awkward, body still stiff and aching from the long drive and skin still tingling from the leather of the rental mercedes. Leaning against the doorframe, you study Chanyeol as he sits among a pile of blankets and pillows. On his knees, he toys with a long, white telescope, the shade matching the puffy jacket bundled around him. Something about the coat makes him appear small, dwarfed either by the size and strength of the interior feathers or by the silver light of the moon. Like this, he appears ethereal, a reverent thing that pulls a hum of adoration from your chest.

Interrupted by the accidental noise of you, he immediately turns to face you, cocking his head to the side to take you in. For a few seconds, he regards you, suddenly at peace as he lets your gaze settle deep beneath his skin. Rising to a stand, he moves towards you quickly, long strides bringing him to you with his hands extended, eager for the feel of you against his palms. As soon as he reaches you, he snakes his hands beneath the blanket, pulling you to him, desperate to hold you and comfort himself with the taste of you. Wrapping one strong arm around your waist, he splays his hand across your back as he kisses you, slow and passionate, languidly matching the movement of your lips against his.

He takes his time kissing you, like always. Like he’s careful, like this contact matters - like he’s still awed by the very flavour of you. You respond in kind, melting into the strength of his chest, slightly overcome and helpless.

This kind of intensity, you think, is normal for the both of you. You think you’d starve if it was not this way.

He hesitates before pulling away, rising to his full height to rest his nose in the crown of your head, taking in a long inhale. With the blanket pinned between your bodies, you slip your hands beneath his jacket, fisting in the cotton of his thermal. Tension in your spine and shoulders eases as though soothed simply by his touch, eyes feeling heavy once more as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck. You could quite easily fall asleep like this, standing up and pressed against his heartbeat, silent and serene. Your breathing slows, as if in agreement, and you hear him chuckle above you, knowing.

Neither of you sleeps well when you are apart, the last moments of your sleep, neither restorative nor truly restful.

He steps back with a hum, smoothing out your pout with his thumb and smiling when you kiss the pad of his finger, a mindless action that makes a flush rise beneath his cheeks.

‘Did you make me come out here just to kiss?’ you yawn, voice thick with exhaustion.

Chanyeol shakes his head, eyes fixed on yours in delight. ‘Nope, although I’ll admit that’s a bonus.’

Taking your hand, he leads you to the blanket, and you find you are distracted by the sensation of his palm against yours. His fingers press tightly into the grooves between your knuckles, guarding you and keeping you by his side. As you approach the blankets, you see he’s made a small fort, a smattering of electric candles lining the edge of the terrace. A bag of marshmallows and one bar of chocolate sit on the blanket, makeshift s’mores, without a fire, ready to be made should you want them.

‘When did you set all this up?’ you ask, disbelieving as you regard the soft cushions before looking up at him with wide eyes.

‘While you were sleeping,’ he says softly, so as not to disturb the night. ‘Obviously,’ he adds, teasing.

Rolling your eyes you, grin. ‘Be nice,’ you whine softly, though your affection for him taints the effectiveness. ‘I’m still groggy. I didn’t even know you packed a telescope.’

At this he nods, stepping onto the blanket to settle on a cushion, pulling you down with him as he rubs circles into your knuckles. ‘I came up here a week ago and brought it. I wanted this to be a surprise.’

‘Well,’ you begin, getting comfortable and pushing your seat closer to his side. ‘I’m certainly surprised.’

Chanyeol opens the side of his jacket, welcoming you to his side and tucking you beneath his arm. For a long while, you both remain silent - you admiring his profile while he admires the sky. His eyes scan the vastness, seeking something in the dark, something beyond your understanding and comprehension, so instead you focus on the way heaven seems to play with his eyelids. The moonlight illuminates him, makes him glow and burn, the embers of something extraordinary tucked into the corners of his lips, a secret for you to discover and to taste.

Like this, you think you don’t really need speech or words or very much at all. All you need is his warmth and the night, the mysteries of them both fascination enough for a lifetime.

‘What are we observing tonight.’ You whisper the question into his shoulder, eyes catching the way he twirls his phone within his hand.

Turning to face you, he smiles somewhat sheepishly, boyish and bashful. ‘There’s a meteor shower tonight. We should be north enough to see it.’ Facing the sky once more, he suddenly appears distant and thoughtful. ‘Hopefully the sky stays clear.’

Smirking, you narrow your eyes. ‘Is that why you wanted to rent a cabin this weekend?’

‘Partly,’ he admits, glancing down into his lap. ‘Mostly because this lake is special.’ Facing you once more, he softens, biting his lip as you piece together what he’s trying to say. ‘I couldn’t get cabin eighteen though.’

Years ago, back when things with Evan were over but still raw, when Chanyeol spent his nights holding you without kissing you, the lake house was where you first realized you might want or need him beyond comfort or healing. That whole weekend, in cabin eighteen, you had viewed him as the sun, something you felt and anticipated before you really saw him, before he had even entered the room. He was loud and he was playful, a bright and wild thing that somehow put hope behind your heart and taught you how to breathe.

When he called you down to the dock at midnight on the last night of your stay, you put your feet in the still water and sat beside him, the centimeters between your bodies feeling like miles. He asked how you were feeling, and it took you several seconds to realize he was asking about Evan and not how you felt about him. You’d forgotten Evan that whole week, forgotten that there was anyone other than Chanyeol, and so you lied.

You said you were moving on, not that you’d finally learned to let him go. You said it still hurt, which was true, but it was not Evan that made you hurt. The joints within your fingers and arms had learned how to ache for Chanyeol, somehow over the course of seven days he had taught your body to yearn - to yearn deeply and to yearn desperately - and you did not think it was possible to crave this intensely. You said you were learning to breathe, which was true, but only because you were learning how to breathe around him, rather than breathe through a person.

You said you wanted him to stay with you, and that was the only whole truth you offered him, the only truth you fully meant.

‘I miss that dock,’ you mutter absentmindedly through your remembrance.

Leaning forward to press his forehead against yours, he closes his eyes and hums. ‘Me too.’

From the corner of your eye, light blooms.

It happens so quickly for a moment you think you may have imagined it, that simply looking at Chanyeol so closely has made your eyes begin to hurt, specks of light starting to form in your irises. But it happens again, and again, and when you turn to the sky you see quick bursts of light, erupting from the vast expanse of night, leaving streaks that fade as quickly as they appeared.

‘Chan, look!’

He pulls away from you, eyes wide and alight with excitement. Pulling the telescope closer, he leans forward to the lens and releases a laugh. Through the night, it echoes, the sound of his voice leaving scars among the clouds and making your hands clench in an effort to remain in your lap. You’re full of him, full of him and brimming over, unsure of where else in your heart to make space for him.

‘Look through here,’ he says, moving to the side to give you room.

Angling yourself to look through the lens, you see the moon. The moon and all its craters, the holes in its surface made by time and catastrophe, rendering it into something magnificent. You see the stars as the shoot across the sky, falling and burning and dying, rapturous as they do so.

As you watch impossible things learn to die, you remember the way impossible things come alive, the memory of gold and green behind the plane window stirring in your heart. He woke you to see something extraordinary, just as he has done tonight, choosing to share with you the most holy of experiences. And he was dazzling then, just as he is now, looking at you and the sky and back again as though it is you who holds all the secrets of the universe.

As though you are just as special.

‘This is the biggest exhibition,’ he says, interrupting your thoughts.

Pulling away from the telescope, you regard him quizzically before he continues.

‘The entirety of the universe is a museum.’ For a few moments, he watches the stars move across the sky, leaving and leaving, before looking at you, too excited for this hour of the night. ‘Do you ever think about that?’

Cocking your head to the side, you urge him onward. ‘Think about what?’

Reaching a delicate hand for the telescope, he leans forward, studious and bright. ‘Humanity has been looking up at the sky since the dawn of time, trying to rationalize that we’re small, we’re so small.’ He smiles at nothing and no one, pleased with the mere thought of existence, bearing witness to the extravagance of the world. ‘The sky is a history of touches and gazes, of eyes trying to touch greatness. The sky watches us too, becoming a history of life itself. Aren’t we so lucky we get to see it? And live it?’

Seemingly overcome, you lean forward, running your hand through the thickness of his hair. ‘You’re deep tonight,’ you offer, though it’s not entirely out of character. He’s usually like this with you because you allow him to be.

Chanyeol pulls back from the lens once more, nuzzling into your touch with a small noise of happiness. ‘I’m just excited to share this, I guess.’

‘Don’t hold back for me, please.’ Moving your hand forward to run your thumb along the shell of his ear, down along his cheeks, you take a deep inhale, smelling his cologne on the wind. ‘Never hold back,’ you tell him, somewhat breathless.

Back before he was yours, before he was yours to touch and to kiss and to hold, you had things to say and to teach, far too many things living behind your teeth. They were disorganized thoughts, words and words brought forward to your tongue simply because you loved him and did not know to live between the silence. In France, you gave him a church; in Italy, you gave him art, both times scared that you would give yourself away if the world around you was not filled. Now that he is yours, you bite your tongue, willingly holding back and gladdened that he speaks, exposing the inner-workings of his mind.

Even before he had kissed you, you knew he was brilliant, wise beyond his years and thoughtful, thinking through and between the world to learn and master it. You knew he was brilliant but you never knew how much he refused to give, holding himself hostage in the fear of saying too much.

At this, you laugh, knowing that you were very much the same, opposite halves of the same whole.

‘Everyone prays to God in different names, or in different words,’ he continues, speaking to the moon. ‘In Switzerland, seeing a meteor meant witnessing the power of God. In ancient Greece, they started praying to the stars, too. They were venerated objects, one even held a place at Apollo’s temple in Delphi.’

‘The myth of Cronos,’ you nod, remembering the story.

At this, he turns back to you, leaning into your touch and searching your face for more of your untold truths. ‘The story of how the Earth will outlive man.’

‘How do you pray?’

You aren’t sure why you ask the question, or why it even enters your mind, but you ask him, voice small and thin, hoping for more to learn.

Chanyeol takes his time answering you, pushing between the words and the meaning, falling down and through to your heart. He reaches up to hold your hand, pulling it down to rest in his lap, suddenly serious and suddenly pious.

‘By kissing you.’

He’s earnest as he says it, meaning every word, but something about it feels so impossible you cannot help but laugh. Immediately you blush, leaning forward to hold both his hands in reassurance that you do not mean to be cruel.

‘Fuck off,’ you giggle softly. ‘That’s both too smooth and not smooth at all.’

He nods, laughing at himself as he stares at your entwined hands. ‘I’m ashamed of me for saying it, don’t worry.’

‘Hey,’ you whisper, wiggling slightly to catch his attention.

When he looks at you, your heart breaks, or maybe it builds, restructuring itself to match a nebula that belongs to him alone. He is your cosmos, you think, whole universes living and dying in the cauldron of your heart, made cosmic and interstellar simply because he loves you.

‘Kiss me,’ you ask, though you do not phrase it as a question, knowing that you don’t need to.

Laughing, he releases both of your hands, lifting his own to cup your cheeks. A moment of hesitation follows, a moment in which you lean forward only slightly, exhaling into the air as your rest your hands on his thighs. A moment in which he smiles and smiles, having his fill of you until his blood burns hot and his tongue begs to kiss himself clean.

‘Kiss me,’ you ask again, voice coming as a soft breath though your desperation is palpable.

This time, he does not hesitate, pressing his lips to yours with a greed that makes your fingers dig into the flannel of his bottoms. He groans into your open mouth, sucking at your lips before gently pressing his tongue to yours, a greeting and a request for access to the cavern of your waiting heart. Slowly, as though careful with your own touch, your hands glide along his thighs, up to his sides, letting yourself kiss and be kissed while your palms make vows along the hem of his thermal.

He, you think, is your venerated object, a thing of holiness you wish to hold and cherish until the last of your ashes bleed across the earth. You pray by loving him, by kissing promises against his tongue and lips, signing them away with each beat of your heart. Beneath his clothes, his skin becomes the paper of a book you’ve already taken to memorizing, nails tracing the waistband of his pants and knowing exactly where to touch him first.

He pulls away from you then, letting his parted lips linger just beyond yours, breath coming in a hiss.

Opening your eyes slightly to see the way his eyelashes splay against his cheeks, you smile. ‘Sorry my hands are cold, baby.’

‘It’s ok,’ he breathes, struggling to even out the rhythm of his heart. ‘We can go back inside.’

Steadying himself, he drops his hands to hold yours, lifting them from his sides and putting them together, rubbing them to give them heat. He blinks several times, clearing the fog of lust inside his head. Glancing down between his legs, the lift of his pants is obvious, his semi-hard state giving him away. ‘I’m just glad we saw this.’

‘What about the s’mores?’ you pout, nodding towards the marshmallows.

‘We can take them inside,’ he smirks. ‘Eat them in bed.’

‘Want me to make cocoa?’

He nods, sighing. ‘Not what I had in mind, but yeah, let me help you.’

Chanyeol comes to a stand, smiling up at the sky once more before reaching down to take your hands and pull you upwards. Quickly, he presses a kiss to your nose before moving to clean the blanket.

‘Leave this set up.’ Gently, you place a hand on his shoulder, stopping his motions. ‘I want to do it again tomorrow night. Show me the stars.’

A devilish smirk pulls at his lips as he comes to a stand once more. ‘I can show you some stars right now.’ To prove his point, he waggles his eyebrows, and you cannot help but laugh.

Shaking your head, you move toward the door. ‘Come on, Ricco Suave.’

As you make your way into the kitchen, it strikes you how familiar you are with the space, as though you have lived there before, as though this space somehow belongs to you. Chanyeol fits into the house in a way that makes you long for a shared home, to see him move through your own place with a permanence that lasts beyond a night or a week. As you reach for two mugs, you watch instead, thinking on how he has part ownership of your home and how you think it was his, really, before you even moved in.

You want him to stay, you know, you always wanted him to stay. Now, as you fill a pan with some milk you think it may be time to ask.

Stirring the milk as it heats, you feel Chanyeol come behind you, arms wrapping around your waist to hold you against his chest.

‘Let me do it,’ he says into your neck before pressing a chaste kiss to the tendon. ‘I woke you. You’re tired. I don’t want you to get burned.’

Eyes fluttering closed, you hum, relishing the way his affection sends electricity down your skin and raising goosebumps along the flesh. ‘I’m awake now.’

‘Okay,’ he complies, squeezing you a little tighter, ‘but I want to make it for you.’

Turning in his arms, you fix him with a playful, teasing stare. ‘Well, say that. I’ll put some music on instead.’

Slipping out of his grip, you hear him release a small whine as you make your way into the living room. The record player was an additional surprise that came with the cabin, neither included in cabin eighteen nor mentioned in any of the details on the Air BnB ads. Chanyeol had clapped his hands with delight when he saw it, said it suited you and this trip and called it romantic. Carefully he ran his fingers over the plastic cover, stroking the object as though it were something sacred, but you merely said that it was the record collection that really mattered.

The needle matters, the turntable matters, but the most important thing, to you, is that music that gets chosen. Now, as you bend to see the shelf below the turntable, you know you needn’t have worried. It takes you no time at all to find a record that suits your mood, heart almost clenching at the sight of the album. It’s one of your favourites, one that often reminds you of Chanyeol, and you’re glad you get to hear it now, its notes rising into the atmosphere like smoke.

As the record begins to play, you hear Chanyeol release a noise of pleasure from the kitchen, your own body starting to sway. From where you stand in the living room, the open floor plan allows him to watch you, his hand languidly twirling the milk as his eyes traverse the landscape of your body. His gaze is heated, and you feel a flush begin to spread across your chest as though controlled by his gaze alone. So too do you watch him, the way the music settles over his shoulders, softening his features as it plays.

Months in and every time you look at him, your breath falters. It happened often, for years it has been happening, but you assumed it was because it hurt - looking at him hurt. It hurt to see him and know that you could not touch him, not the way you wanted to. It hurt to see his his hands, and know they were not yours to hold. It hurt to see the sun as it played with his skin, knowing that both things were ephemeral, easily lost as soon as you turned away from it.

Now, your breath stops because he is yours, and because you know how it feels to hold him. You know how it feels to kiss him and to hear him sigh in pleasure. You know how it feels to count his breath and know that it is even because he can feel you. Now, you know that devotion hurts just as much as loss, even if they are often mutually exclusive.

Part of you wonders if it will always be this way, if the nerves along your synapses will always ache wherever, and whenever he is not, pained without the gentle caress of his soul to ease them. You wonder, but, inherently you know the answer is a resounding, irrevocable yes.

Chanyeol turns off the stove as if overcome, the click of the knob making the blood in your veins turn to fire. In only a few strides he reaches you, hands moving up your hips as you dance.

‘Dance with me,’ you breathe, leaning up on your toes to capture his lips in a slow, languid kiss.

Dropping your blanket to the floor, your own hands walk up the length of his spine, letting yourself be held against the strength of his chest. It’s intuitive, the way he guides you and the way you follow him, as though it’s the only natural choice your body knows how to make. The beat of his heart becomes your metronome, his voice has he hums along with the song a wave of longing that crashes down and into your muscles, making you hold onto him a little tighter for fear of capsizing.

Moving with him, you nestle into his neck, once more taking in his scent. It’s your comfort and your aromatherapy, the musky notes in the cinnamon that gets carried on his skin. At night and in dreams, when you cannot smell him, you find you are anxious, wrought with a tension that feels like iron within your bones. When you awake without him, the world becomes blurry and this becomes your perception of the world - a blurry and faded things, a thing not worth seeing, as if you have never seen clearly at all.

It’s difficult, you think, to rationalize who you are now, with Chanyeol, alongside the person you were with Evan, the person you have always known yourself to be. You are not a needy person. You have never desired, for any extended period of time, a body beside yours in bed, finding that you are selfish with the sheets and prefer not to be touched, not even accidentally, in the night. With Chanyeol, it is as if you were never this person at all, lost and lonely when he is not there to hold you, anxious when he does not touch you, and bored of the world when he is not in it.

And is these things, these impossible things, rather than rational thought that move you to speak.

‘Do you want to move in with me?’

You say the words against his chest, into his clothes, asking his thermal rather than him. Even in the aftermath, you don’t know why you said them so soon, without having talked it over or mentioning it before. You did not use the word together, did not approach this as a topic to be discussed over time - you phrased it as a question, a question of need and want, and you almost feel a twinge of regret at your presumptuousness.

Chanyeol stops moving, tilting his head downward so that his chin touches your hair. ‘What?’

Now that you have said the words, you think there is no reason for you to backtrack. You meant them, meant every word of them, and so you stomach the nerves and step out of his hold to regard him with pride. ‘I’m tired of letting you go in the morning...or at the end of a week,’ you say, searching his face for any sign of upset. ‘I’m tired of letting you go.’

For several moments, Chanyeol keeps quiet. Hips lips move as though trying to speak, though no sound emerges. This silent feels as though it lasts the length of an hour, an hour tainted with pain and heartbreak, and you find yourself ready to wave your hands and forget the conversation, ready to be held against his chest once more, even if the hold would not last.

But he reaches you first, twines your hands together and runs his nose along your cheek as though he were asking God to welcome him home.

‘I hate leaving you,’ he whispers as his lips reach your ear. ‘I am so tired of leaving.’

‘So don’t,’ you murmur, angling your head to kiss him once more, glad that, now, you will never have to stop.

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anxiously-unsatisfied-world · 5 years

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Cuddle Pile Heaven

Title: Cuddle Pile Heaven

Pairings: Platonic DLAMP (could be pre-romantic ^^) Word Count: 958 words Warnings: I dunno, mild worry? Oh, also Virge swears once; Deceit & Sympathetic Deceit (lemme know if there's anything else)

A/N: So this was requested (kinda?) by my friend, she gave me the idea and I just had to write it.

Lyle groans as he turns over for the fifth time in fifteen minutes. If only he could get comfortable… However, with it now being winter, it's just a bit too cold for his liking even with his heat lamp offering what measly support it can.

Another fifteen minutes are wasted as he tosses and turns, not managing to find a comfortable position enough to fall asleep.

Though…

There's always one option that's guaranteed to help him fall asleep.

It's a tried and true method that cuddling with even just one of the other sides helps him fall asleep much faster than he does on his own. Actually, that may be what the issue is… He's so used to cuddling with his fellow sides that now his bed is too cold without them.

He hadn't realized when he started spending more time with them that he'd grow this dependent on them for something as simple as sleeping. But… he doesn't think he minds it. Not in the slightest. Especially now that he and the others are on more than civil terms.

And it would feel really nice to go cuddle with them. This night is scheduled to be the coldest this week and boy, does it feel like it's living up to that expectation.

Cuddling with at least one of them means extra body heat and feeling like he's safe for once. Even in his own room, there's still the fear that something will happen to him, though he's not sure quite what that would be.

His mind made up, Lyle grabs a blanket and wraps it around his shoulders, similar to how he usually wears his cape, and gets out of bed, padding out of the room. He heads down the hallway to the other sides' rooms, tired and ready for cuddling.

He peeks into Virgil's room since their rooms are right next to each other, but instead of finding Virgil's lamp on and the side himself in bed listening to music despite how late it is, he finds a dark room with no one in it.

Lyle just shrugs, betting that one of the others dragged him out for quality cuddle time of their own. The next room he checks, Logan's, is also empty and so is Patton's when he checks there as well.

This is strange. They didn't have a movie night planned (Patton refused to have one if they all weren't there), so where could they be? Lyle pauses at the door to Roman's room, already feeling worried. What if they're not in there? What if--?

No. No time to focus on what ifs now. Lyle opens the door and breathes out a sigh of relief when he sees them all cuddled up on Roman's bed, which has been expanded to fit them all comfortably.

Lyle smiles as he sees Roman nuzzle his face into Patton's neck as Patton noses at Virgil's hair. They're so cute together.

But…

Lyle had been counting on someone being awake or at least alone so he wouldn't feel as bad slipping into bed with them. It's happened countless times by now and no one's complained so far…

But with all of them sleeping together? He'd certainly wake someone up if he were to crawl into bed with them, and they look too peaceful for him to even consider it.

Lyle's shoulders slump as he turns around, preparing to leave the room, a sigh leaving him at the thought of having to spend the night alone when he had been so sure that he'd be cuddling someone tonight.

Before he even manages to take a step away from the bed toward the door, a hand closes around his wrist, squeezing softly and comfortingly in a way Lyle knows well.

"Pat? Shit. Did I wake you?" Lyle questions softly, looking back to meet sky blue eyes watching him with curiosity and slight concern.

"It's not important. Dee… Did you need something?" Patton asks, his eyes shining, showing how much he'd love to help Lyle right now even if he had been sleeping mere moments before.

"Nothing," Lyle says, the lie slipping out without him really meaning it. "I was just leaving."

Patton's eyes narrow and he doesn't let go of his wrist, not buying that excuse. "You sure about that, Dee-rest?"

Lyle's lips quirk up at the pet name and nods. "Yeah."

"Bullshit." Virgil's voice pipes up from Lyle's right and he jumps slightly, startled by the sudden sound.

Patton narrows his eyes at the language but Virgil just meets Lyle's eyes. "You wanted something. And I think I know what."

Lyle sighs and nods, knowing Virgil knows exactly what he came in here for. Virgil smiles softly at him and wraps a hand around his other wrist, tugging it lightly.

"Then by all means. Join us. There's plenty of room for one more." Virgil says with a look of amusement that sends all the nerves Lyle had been feeling about disturbing them away.

Patton's eyes widen and he gasps, tugging much more excitedly on Lyle's wrist. "Yes, please! Cuddle us, Honey Dee!"

Lyle laughs softly and sheds the blanket cape, crawling in between them and feeling them settle in on both sides. "With an offer like that, how am I supposed to refuse?" He asks softly and Patton giggles.

"You're not, silly!" Patton rubs their noses together while Virgil nuzzles at his neck. "Now, go to sleep, sweetheart."

Lyle nods and sighs softly as their warmth surrounds him, his tongue poking out of his mouth and causing Patton to nearly squeal at how cute he is. In no time at all, Lyle falls asleep, the other two following quickly after, all five of them comfortable and happy in cuddle pile heaven.

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scftuan · 6 years

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Pick Your Poison (part 9)

Genre: horror/romance

Rating: M

Characters: Baekhyun x reader

Warnings: some smexy stuff I guess???

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In the days that followed, you and Baekhyun fell into a way of life that was simultaneously awkward and enjoyable.

The torments ceased (though they’d become less frequent in previous weeks), the odd conversations with Baekhyun concerning your ‘place’ in the manor also ceased.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d almost think you were simply living with a roommate.

Albeit if a roommate randomly disappeared for trips to the office and occasionally asked to feed on you.

That was another thing, Baekhyun had stopped forcing himself on you, both physically and otherwise; it was almost endearing the way he’d shyly ask to feed, if he had a heartbeat he’d probably be flushing with embarrassment.

And while all of these changes made you happy, you held an uneasy feeling in your stomach, the feeling of knowing you were still kidnapped, that Baekhyun had done things that would be considered unforgivable, and that you really should be demanding to leave right that instant.

Yet the longer you spent with Baekhyun, the further this feeling was pushed down.

You discovered that Baekhyun was an avid lover of music (particularly musicals which you often caught him singing along to at random moments), he had a tendency to scrunch up his nose when he was concentrating or was bothered by something, he was terrible at improvisational rapping (don’t ask the context), he could make a joke out of anything, his face lit up whenever he smiled (and his boxy grin was enough to make your heart do funny things), and he was only slightly self conscious about his height (which you swear you only slightly teased him about).

And it was because of these things that your uneasiness began to grow.

Because if you weren’t careful, you might just find yourself falling in love with Byun Baekhyun.

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“What’s the largest city in Europe?”

You rolled your eyes, burying your face further into the book you’d randomly pulled from the library. “I don’t know Baekhyun. You’ve been alive a lot longer than I have, shouldn’t you know?”

You could practically hear his pout as he replied, “Just because I’m old doesn’t mean I’m exceptionally smart, I need all the help I can get.”

You tried to hide your grin behind your book, though somehow you had a feeling Baekhyun suspected it, “The great Byun Baekhyun, CEO of Moonlight Enterprises, admitting that he is actually an idiot.”

Glancing up from your book, you saw Baekhyun’s mouth open and close several times, as if he just grasped his confession.

It happened so fast you barely realized what was happening. One moment Baekhyun had been sprawled on the couch, busily concentrating on his crossword, the next he was standing over you, something almost mischievous flashing in his dark eyes.

“Well,’ he murmured, leaning down until he was just a little too close for comfort, “there are other things that I am extremely well versed in.”

Your breath hitched and out of surprise you dropped your book, which landed with a soft thud on the carpet, though in this situation it sounded like a gun going off.

“O-oh really?” You began, surprised to find that somehow you’d shifting onto the arm of the chair, as if that would get you farther away from the creature in front of you. “Pray, do tell.”

Baekhyun gave you that shit eating grin and continued with his last train of thought. “There are things that can’t be properly explained, rather they must be shown,” he paused here and made a point to lean closer his lips barely a breath away from the shell of your ear, “instructed, as it were.”

You swallowed down the half sigh half groan that threatened to escape you and tried to reply. “I’m afraid I do not fully understand, you’ll have to forgive my lack of knowledge.”

If you thought Baekhyun couldn’t look more self satisfied, you were wrong.

The previously mentioned young man straightened himself, tossed out a careless ‘thats what makes it all the sweeter,’ then grabbed your hand and practically dragged you out of the room.

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“Baekhyun!” You yelped, stumbling after him as he lead you up the stairs, down unfamiliar hallways, and finally into a large, dimly lit room that you had never been in before.

As your eyes adjusted to the lighting, you noticed that it was a bedroom. A bed similar to your own lay on the far wall, furnishings also not much different from your own decorated the rest of the room; the only difference was the distinct smell of pine and mint and something else. “Baekhyun,” you tried, hoping your voice didn’t shake too much, “where are we?”

You turned around to see Baekhyun, his messy hair barely disguising the hungry gleam in his eyes, standing much closer than you’d originally thought. “Well love,” he murmured, one hand moving the cup your face, his thumb caressing the soft skin of your cheek, the other hand moving to hold your waist, the grip both loose and restricting all at once, “we’re in the room where you will get your next lesson in the things I’m knowledgeable about, the first didn’t really count considering we never discussed what we had learned. Perhaps you still remember a thing or two?”

As Baekhyun’s lips ghosted across your skin (everywhere from your ear to your forehead to your eyelids to your cheek, finally your lips and then back around again), you contemplated briefly stopping this. But as Baekhyun found a particularly sensitive spot on your skin that made you sigh, you decided to let it go just this once.

Once your consent had been given, Baekhyun’s actions took an aggressive turn. His mouth trailed down to your neck, his teeth scraping gently against the skin before soothing it with his tongue and lips. Your fingers had found purchase in the fabric of Baekhyun’s shirt, your thoughts too muddled to realized you’d been moved backwards until your legs hit the bed and you fell awkwardly onto the covers, pulling Baekhyun along with you.

It was only with Baekhyun now on top of you (half laying half hovering) did you fully register what was going to happen if you didn’t stop it now.

But Baekhyun’s mouth was too distracting, his hands too electrifying as they traced the curves of your body. You barely made a sound as he tugged off your clothing, his mouth now tracing every spot his hands had been (and they’d been quite a few places), in fact you let your eyes flutter shut and allowed the sighs and soft moans you’d held back earlier to fill the room.

“Baekhyun.” You said softly, your fingers working to force him out of his own clothes (and no, you were definitely not impatient to map out Baekhyun’s body with your hands or to trace the defined muscles and ridges of his chest and stomach), you ignored his soft chuckle and instead pressed a firm kiss to his lips, effectively silencing him for the time being.

Once you were both rid of anything between you, the air suddenly became almost tense. For a moment, you both stared at each other; you became hyper aware of the feeling of him, of his skin against your own, of his hands on either side of your head in order to hold himself up.

“Y/n,” his said, his voice hoarse (from what you weren’t exactly sure), “do you really want this?”

He was giving you an out, and in that moment your heart did a strange flip, for Baekhyun had never asked for your consent before, the old Baekhyun would not take no for an answer.

And in that moment you knew.

You pushed yourself up, just enough to bring your lips to his ear, “yes.”

Baekhyun’s eyes flashed with something before he accepted your final answer, his body moving and fitting with yours so perfectly it was almost too good.

You didn’t recall much from your first time with Baekhyun, only that it had been a surprisingly pleasurable experience and that sometimes you’d wake up in the middle of the night in a sweat caused by certain ‘moments’ you’d dreamed about. But this time was different. This time you felt every press of his lips, felt every movement of his body against yours, heard every sigh and groan.

And when Baekhyun finally brought you to that moment, that moment where you saw stars and your body screamed for you to press even more impossibly close to him, where you finally collapsed together, a tired mass of tangled limbs and sweaty bodies, where you both were pulled under by exhaustion, you knew.

You knew it as you stared at Baekhyun’s now sleeping form, his ethereal beauty still enough to take your breath away.

You knew it as your own mind drifted off to sleep, one of your hands managing to tangle its fingers through Baekhyun’s.

You knew that you were very close to falling in love with him.

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The days that followed proved to be a mix of good and bad.

Good because you and Baekhyun had practically become friends with the way you joked and talked with each other (though Baekhyun still steered clear of any subject involving family).

Bad because Baekhyun now used this to his advantage and found the most inopportune times to play with your body how ever he wished.

It was especially bad considering how poorly you fought off his advances. He’d discovered quite a few of your weaknesses and would always use them to stop your protests. In fact, since that second night together, he seemed to make it his mission to either

1. Get you to sleep with him in just about every possible spot in the house.

2. Use other forms of sexual pleasure (ones you were too embarrassed to even think about).

3. Or at the very least get you flustered.

Your only escape from his both wanted and unwanted attentions was sending him to the office (which he did very reluctantly these days).

It was on his days out of the house that you would find time to go and visit Jongin.

The tall boy had been acting rather strangely since that night he’d found you asleep in the stable. He still conversed well, told you jokes, gave you his dazzling smile, but there was a coldness behind it. He didn’t laugh quite so easily, he made comments that you didn’t quite understand (though you were sure they weren’t completely well meant), and his smile almost seemed forced.

Had you offended him? You’d always considered Jongin to be a good friend, especially during your first days with Baekhyun, but now you wondered if Jongin considered you the same. Perhaps he’d grown bored of your company?

Finally it became too much, and you blurted out just how you felt about the situation.

“Jongin!” You finally said, rising from your spot where you’d been sitting cross legged on a pile of hay as you watched him go about his work.

At the sound of your voice, he froze, his back (which was turned to you) turning rigid. His voice was stiff in his reply: “Yes?”

You frowned, taking a few steps closer, “Have I done something wrong? Have I said anything to offend you? Please tell me why I have suddenly gone from being a friend to a stranger so that I may fix it.”

Jongin glanced back over his shoulder at you, his expression was neutral as he replied, “You’ve done nothing wrong Y/n, I’ve simply been tired from work and don’t have much extra energy for small talk.”

The reasoning was understandable enough, yet you still felt burned by his words, as if he’d called you something degrading and told you to leave him alone.

Sighing, you brushed past him and decided to head back to the manor sooner rather than later.

You chose to ignore the jolt of something you felt as your arm brushed against his, believing it was just your active imagination.

But you weren’t sure if it was your imagination when you looked back and saw Jongin staring darkly after you.

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It was nearing late afternoon when you got back to the manor, Baekhyun nowhere in sight. Shrugging, you’d gone about the rest of your day as if nothing was amiss (though the image of Jongin’s expression as you left never left your mind).

Afternoon and evening passed, and by nightfall you were starting to become worried. Baekhyun still had not returned from work, and the shadows that filled the place, mixed with your own uneasy thoughts, began to play dark tricks on your mind.

What if Baekhyun was hurt? What if he’d just abandoned you, leaving you to die in this house alone? You mind swirled with every situation imaginable, though it still didn’t prepare you for what happened when he arrived.

You had stayed on the couch, knees pulled up to your chest and arms holding onto your legs as you huddled into yourself, your teeth chewing at your lip nervously. The sound of a door opening and closing startled you from your bubble and you jumped up, forgetting to proceed with caution as you rushed into the entry hall.

You barely withheld a scream as you took in what was before you.

It was Baekhyun, his hair in his face, his breathing shallow, his skin turning pale and his cheeks taking on an almost sunken look.

But thats not what scared you. What scared you was the amount of blood that covered him. His clothes remained intact (although he’d lost his suit jacket), albeit dirty and stained with blood; you noticed also that the blood seeming to actually come from him, and that his hair had been matted by the dirty substance.

“Y-Y/n,” he said weakly, his body half slumped against the door. You didn’t have time to properly react as he collapsed, his eyes closing as he landed with a hard thud on the ground.

Before you could stop yourself, you had sprinted over to him, you body kneeling and your hands moving to drag at least half of Baekhyun into your lap, his head resting against your arm as you cradled him as close as you could manage and his bloodied form just brushing against your legs.

“Baekhyun!” You exclaimed, “Baekhyun wake up!”

Baekhyun groaned weakly, his eyes fluttering. You could barely assess the damage in the dim light, but you knew Baekhyun was hurt and that he needed something quick or else-no, you wouldn’t think about that.

Not even stopping to think, you took your free arm and pressed your wrist against his mouth. “Baekhyun, Baekhyun,” you murmured, “drink this please.”

You could tell Baekhyun wanted to protest, but in his half delirious state he obeyed, his lips finding purchase against your skin as his teeth sunk into your veins.

You bit back a whimper and let him drink, the color immediately returning to his skin with the more blood he took. When he seemed properly fed and you were beginning to feel slightly lightheaded, you gently pried your arm away from him (though he offered some strong resistance at first before seemingly coming to his senses and releasing you).

A moment later, Baekhyun sat up, his face turning to you as he looked at you in shock (you chose to ignore the thin trail of blood that trickled from his mouth).

Under his gaze, you quickly looked down at the floor, suddenly feeling embarrassed though you didn’t know why. “What?” You mumbled, not bothering to look back up.

“Nothing.” He said disbelievingly, “It’s just...thats the first time you’ve let me drink from you without asking.”

You looked back up at that revelation, your eyes locking onto his as a million things went through your mind that you both did and didn’t want to convey.

“Yeah,” you said, the sound coming out soft and breathlessly, “I guess I did.”

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hannahscreativethoughts · 6 years

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Mistake

This is something I experienced in my family, not this particular situation, but something similar. Just enjoy this story.

Steve Rogers x Reader ; Avengers x Reader

Summary: You can learn from your mistakes, even when they are unforgivable. Life goes on and you need to move on. Forgive yourself and let people help you. There are people out there who will not judge you, not matter what you did. They will just come towards you with love and understanding. (Super corny, I know. )

Warnings: Alcohol, death, some small fluff, alcohol problem.

Word count: 2579

It was a rainy night. The wind was blowing and the rain whipped against the window. In the distant you could hear the rambling of a thunder. The lighting of the thunderstorm brightened the dark rooms of the compound. It was way past midnight and almost everybody was completely asleep. Along the way you could hear noises coming out of some rooms, maybe some people are still awake and watch some TV or does have chat. However it was very quite in the whole building. In a very particular room, almost at the end of the hallway, there was a couple laying in bed, cuddled up, peacefully asleep. Perhaps the woman wasn't really in a peaceful sleep, you could see in her face that she is going to have or maybe is already having a nightmare.

“(Y/n), stay with me. Don’t close your eyes. Stay with me!“, a familiar male voice called after me and wanted me to stay awake. The injuries on my body were bad and I could feel myself giving up, but the beeping of the heart monitor from the other person held me alive.

“Is he okay?“, was the only thing I could breath out.

“We are losing him!“, another voice called and the guy who was with me spoke to me again, “Stay with us!“, his voice was slightly aggressive, but also worried at the same time.

“Give her some morphine and prepare her for surgery.“, he said to someone else.

Beep Beep Beep Beeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

My eyes shot open and I could feel the sweat rushing down my face. I turned around, just to see Steve still sleeping in peace next to me. He laid on his back, with his hand on my shoulder, we always fell asleep cuddled up, but I move so often during the night that we would never stay in one position that long. Steve loves to know that I’m there, so his hand would always be somewhere near me, even when it is just my shoulder or the tip of my fingers. He just wanted to know that I am there. That was one thing I adored about him, just one thing, there are a lot of other things that made me fall in love with him madly.

I raised myself up from the bed and looked out the window. I watched the rain for a moment. The water rushing down the glass and the growling of the thunder in the silence.

“Are you okay?“, I heard Steve asking me with his sleepy voice.

“Yeah, everything is alright.“, my view was still clued to the window.

“I just need some water.“, I added and looked down at him with a smile. He returned a small sleepy smile, he turned around and continued sleeping. After a short moment of watching him sleep, I hear him snore again and a half sided smile appeared on my face. I swinged my legs over the edge of our shared bed and raised my body up. My feet touched the cold ground. The coldness of the floor hit me, but it felt good. It kind of felt refreshing. The walk in the direction of the kitchen was filled with silence. The last noises which filled the building fell silent, the only thing was the thunder grumbling and my feet hitting the floor. I entered the dark kitchen and my way was directly towards the cupboard. I picked out a glass, my favourite one, it had my name on it, a present from my mom. The fridge was placed right next to cupboard. I opened it and searched for the water bottle. The first thing my eyes caught wasn’t a water bottle. My eyes landed on a open bottle of wine. White wine. Back in the days, this was my favourite sort of wine. The feeling that came up in my stomach was weird and I felt it before. I couldn’t describe what feeling it was, but it was something I had before. This feeling brought memories back into my head and the dream I had before, popped up again. The feeling and dream sent a shiver down my spine. I stared at the bottle and just stood there for a couple of minutes, until the beeping of the fridge kicked me out of my staring contest with the bottle. I picked out the water bottle and closed the door of the cold cupboard. In the last few weeks I had a lot of these moments where I would just stare at bottles of alcohol and think of my past and if I should risk it and take a sip. Fortunately I could pull myself together and resist the desire. But from day to day it gets harder for me to resist, especially when it comes to these parties of Tony.

Even when they are like my family, I couldn’t tell them about this particular chapter of my life. This chapter changed me in every way and I wanted to move on and close this chapter and start a new one. My plan was to shove it so deep down that it would never come up and that I never have to deal with it again. For the last 3 years it was successful, but for like 2 month it is one of the hardest things to do now. I couldn’t shove it down anymore, the question, “Why aren’t you drinking?“,kills me a little bit inside.

I filled the glass with water and placed the bottle back in the fridge, avoiding the wine bottle, but I couldn't resist and looked at it a again, just for a short moment before I went back to bed.

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This night I didn’t found any sleep at all, I rolled around in bed, looked at Steve, thought about how he would react when I would tell him about my past. This thought stole my sleep and I was so happy when I heard the alarm clock going. Luckily it means that Steve would wake up any second. And he actually did, he turned around and looked directly into my open eyes. I was already smiling at him, shoving down again the fact that I didn’t get any sleep and that my past tickles my tongue.

“Good morning, princess.“, his sleepy voice calmed me down a little bit and I rolled over towards him. He opened his arms, so I could cuddled up in his arms and in the moment he pulled the cover over the both of us, I heard his snoring again. His monotone snoring calmed me down and I could feel my body started to relax. A couple of minutes later I was in his arms and deep asleep.

The good thing about that was, that I almost slept the whole day, the worst thing is I lost a whole day. But thats okay, I probably needed the sleep.

When I woke up, Steve wasn’t there anymore. I glanced over at the clock on my nightstand and it showed 8 pm. Suddenly I woke up and I jumped out of the bed. In that moment Steve entered the room and smiled at me, “Good morning, sleepyhead. Someone was tired.“

“Why didn’t you wake me up?“, I rushed through the room, finding some pretty clothe to wear for the party. It was a small party, Tony wanted to announce something and just invited the usual team and some really close friends.

“You looked cute and you were very deep asleep. I actually came to wake you up.“, he shoved his hands in his pockets and smiled at my rushing figure.

“Okay. But now, hush hush, I need to get ready.“, I waved with my hands and motioned to him that he should leave the room and wait for me at the party.

20 minutes, 20 outfits and 20 swearings later, I was finally ready and walked down the hallway and entered the living room with a smile on my face.

“There she is.“, Tony smirked and stepped towards me. He embraced me in a hug, “Do you want anything to drink? Wine, Gin, Vodka, I don’t know. Anything you want.“, he let go of me and walked over to his bar.

“No thank you, just some water or maybe a cola?“, I asked and walked over to the couch.

“Good evening, my loved ones.“, I said with a huge smile one my face and earned cheering and good evening greetings from a bunch of happy people. I placed myself next to Steve and gave him a small kiss on the cheek, “Good evening, Captain.“

“Okay, a cola for you, sweetheart.“, Tony shrugged his shoulder and grabbed a cola bottle out of the small fridge under the bar.

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The evening went on and we had a lot of fun, talking about old times and some funny happenings. The announcement Tony had was just, that he wanted to have a beautiful night with his favourite people. The team started to get drunk and even Steve had a little bit of drunken talking going on.

“Lets play a game!“, Sam said between laughters.

“What game rushes through your mind, Birdman?“, Clint asked and took a sip of his beer. The whole time I watched everybody drinking and get drunk. The feeling from the night before kicked back in and I felt a little bit weird around them.

“I don’t know. Never have I ever, maybe.“, Sam suggested and almost everybody started laughing.

“We are not in High School anymore, Sam.“, I said through chuckles.

“With you not drinking anything, it feels a little bit like High School.“, he joked, but his joke didn’t hit me like it hit the others. I didn’t found it funny or anything, my smile disappeared and I just stared at him. After a few seconds my eyes wandered from him towards my hands. They were shaking and my head started to spin a little bit. It was time to tell them, it was time to tell my family the truth about the darkest chapter in my life.

“Babe, are you okay?“, Steve placed his hand on my shoulder and I raised my head and looked at him, my eyes started to get wet and I was about to cry, but I pulled myself together.

“Yeah, sure everything is okay.“, I said it out loud and everybody glanced over at me.

“Besides I’m sick of this question. No, I don’t drink, anymore. I will never touch a drink again in my life!“, my voice slightly raised, I actually didn’t wanted to yell and be that angry, but the whole time suppressing this and pretending that everything is okay, killed me.

“I was an alcoholic, okay!“, my voice went low and the tears that I hold back the whole time finally rushed down my cheeks. Silence filled the room, the most of the team looked at me with pitiful faces.

“I'm sorry (Y/n). I didn’t know-“, Sam apologised for his behaviour, but before he could finish I interrupted him.

“Its okay. How could you know, I never said a thing. I just shoved it down and hoped that I would never have to talk about it ever again.“, I looked down at my hands again, they were still shaking, Steve took them in his hands. “You could have told us. You know we would never judge you.“, he squeezed my hands.

“I know, but I was afraid.“, I glanced up at him and then at the rest of the team. All of them were looking at me, they waited for me to continue, they knew that I have more to tell.

“Before I joined the team, I worked in a hospital as a doctor, okay I was still in training. I was an intern. The long shifts, all the losses and all the pain I have discovered, made me start to drink on a daily basis. I couldn’t stop. I went to work, drunk and I didn’t even noticed it anymore, that I was drunk.“, I breathed out a sad chuckle.

“Is that the reason, why you lost your job at the hospital?“, Tony asked carful. I didn’t judged him or felt uncomfortable with this question, because it was legitimate to ask.

“No, that wasn’t the reason. That was one point of my dismissal.“, I intertwined my hand with Steves, I needed his support and his strength to tell the real reason. Even when he is as unknown as the others, his eyes showed me that he would never judge me in any way.

“After an 40 hour shift, I went into the bar opposite from the hospital I was working. And I did what I always did after work, I started drinking. To be honest, I already had some drinks rushing through my veins. I always carried a bottle with whiskey in it, around the hospital. I was horrible. I couldn't help myself, I couldn't stop. But the worst thing was about to happen. After I finished my 7th drink. I went out of the bar and into my car. I started to drive down the street, my head spinning from the alcohol and the fact that I haven’t slept in 2 days came over me. I didn’t really realised what was happening, everything went so fast. My car hit another car, I heard people scream and I felt pain everywhere in my body. It was a horrible accident. The last thing I remember from this accident is the monotone beeping of the heart monitor from the other person who was in the other car I hit.“, I inhaled deeply. The whole time I was speaking I didn’t realised that I was playing with Steve his hands. He didn’t complained, he just let me do it. He figured out that I needed this to calm myself down.

“I killed a man that night. After that evening everything changed. I lost my job, I lost my reputation, my drivers license and my life.“, I finished my confession, I raised my head and looked at everybody and waited for them to say something. I hoped that someone would say something. For a good couple of minutes nobody said anything or did any movements, until Steve tightened the grip around my hand, I glanced over at him and he gave me a soft smile.

“You know, you could have told us earlier? We would have never judged you.“, Tony stood up from where he sat and walked over to me. He sat down on the armrest next to me. “We all have done mistakes in our past. We’ve all killed people and maybe we could have saved them or could have prevent their death. But sometimes we cant do anything against it. You learned your lesson, you learned from your mistakes.“, he placed his hand on my shoulder and squeezed it.

“Don't be afraid of people judging you, don't be afraid of being honest, just don't be afraid. Mistakes have been made. Like I said we've all done some. We are all here for you and we will ever be here for you. You know why? Because we are a family.“, he finished his short speech and looked down at me with a calm smile on his face. I glanced over at the rest of the team and everybody smiled at me as well. They showed me that they support me and that they don’t judge me. They know that I did a mistake, but I learned from it and changed my life. I’m a better person now.

I have a family who will support me in every situation of life, a boyfriend who will be there for me no matter what and friends who will stay with me even when I’m at my worst.

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Later that night I stood in front of the window and watched the street lights. Steve appeared in the window behind me, he smiled at me through the window. I smiled back at him, but my view was still on the street lights. He hugged me from behind and placed his chin on my head.

“I think I will go back to the Alcoholics Anonymous. I get weak again.“, I leaned in and enjoyed his touch. His cologne hit my nose and I inhaled his sense, I smiled.

“You know, I will support you and will be there for you, no matter what. Don’t be scared. You can tell me everything.“, he placed a sweet kiss to the top of my head.

“I love you, Steve.“, my view was still out the window, but I could see him in the reflection if the window, he was smiling and his grip around me tightened.

“I love you too, (Y/n).“

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With you, Bang Chan (M)

A/N: sorry if this sucks lol, its my first time writing. I also tried to make it a gender neutral as possible.

genre: fluff, smut

{3:45 am}

"I'm tired as fuck" I whisper yell stepping inside my house and taking off my boots.

Chris and I decided to spend the Christmas holidays at my mother's house in (home country), she has been talking about meeting him for awhile now, given that we’ve been together for almost 4 years now.

I brought Chris to a local pub in my town to meet up with some old friends, though we weren't planning on getting this shit faced.

So here we were, trying to sneak up the stairs like some teenagers who snuck out late at night.

"I'm going to go wash up" I say heading towards the bathroom.

"Okay cutie, don't be too long," Chris giggles as he walks towards my bedroom.

A few minutes later i wobbled out of the bathroom, down the hallway into my bedroom to find Chris sitting on my bed struggling to take off his shoes.

I giggled as i sat down in front of him helping him untie his laces to get his shoes off.

I then get into bed, him following me wrapping his arms around me giving me sloppy kisses on my neck.

"Baby" he whines shuffling around like a little kid.

"What Chris," I answer turning around to face him.

"You're so cute" he giggles, kissing me all over my face.

"Ew fuck off, stop," I groan as i try to push him away.

"but I don't want to" he whines pulling me to his chest. I sigh as i realize hes still wearing his clothes.

"Chris take off your clothes you big idiot," i whisper successfully getting out of his grasp.

"Ohhh you want to see me strip," he says with a grin, wiggling his eyebrows while giggling.

"You're an idiot I swear," i mumble jokingly. He starts taking off his white shirt, staring at me trying to be seductive, which he was failing miserably at since he was a drunk mess. I giggled and got out of bed helping him out of his clothes, but me helping him didn't make much of a difference as I was equally as drunk.

He leans down and kisses me softly, cupping my cheek with his hand as he sat down on the bed, pulling me on top of him to straddle his hips.

"You look so beautiful baby," he whispers while looking deep into my eyes, love and adoration swirling in his beautiful brown eyes.

His lips left mine to press open mouthed kisses on my neck, lightly sucking my the kiss leaving red love marks.

I pushed him down on his back and started to grind against his crotch, a soft sigh falling from his lips as he started removing my pajama top, sitting up and kissing down my chest. His hands pulling down my bottoms as i help him by kicking the off. He lifted his hips up to roll against mine and I let out a small moan, kissing down his neck making sure I mark him where only we can see because of his job.

"Can i make love to you baby," he moans into my ear making me shiver.

"Yeah, but we have to be quiet" I whisper trying not to wake anyone in the house.

"I love you" he whimpered, resting his head against mine while removing both of our underwear.

"Do you want me to do anything specific right now?" He asked, fidgeting slightly as the cold winter air hit his hard member.

"Play with me, with your mouth," I whisper in his ear, bringing his hand down to my crotch. He bit his lip at my words, moving so that I was laying on my back.

"If that’s what you want" he smirks while spreading my legs for him to lay between.

"You're so beautiful baby, so beautiful" he moans out as he looks up at me, his mouth working my lower body so good, my hands reach down to run through his hair, small moans of pleasure and encouragement for him to do more falling from my lips. I slowly rocked my hips forward against his mouth, getting closer to my release.

"Shit fuck Chris." I whine as I threw my head against the pillow below me. He put one finger in me, thrusting it in and out of me slowly. "Oh fuck" My hips lifted again "don't stop. He then added another finger and sped up his pace, his mouth still working wonders on my sensitive spot.

I soon feel myself coming to my release, I called out his name as quietly as I could. "Chris," I whimpered out as I released, breathing heavily.

"Was that nice baby?" He said as he sat up and pulled me up to straddle him again. I didn't have time to answer as he leaned forward and put his lips on mine, kissing me slowly.

"Do you want me to suck you off?" I asked. Chris groaned and bucked his hips into me. " No no, I want you to ride me" he groans out, looking at me in the eyes. "Okay" I giggled as i grab a condom from my bag and slide it over his hard cock. "I love you so much baby," he whispered holding me close.

"I love you too" I say, grabbing his cock and stocking him wanting him to feel relaxed since he works so hard making music all the time. Being an Idol isn’t as easy as it looks, and I want him to know and feel how much I love him.

I felt his member throbbing at my entrance as a gasp left both of our lips as he pushed into me, his arms holding my waist as he guided me down onto him while i bounced.

"Chris," I gasped out as he started playing with my nipples,

"You like that baby?" He whimpered against my skin, moaning over he feeling of me wrapped around him. I didn't answer too caught up in the intense feeling between my legs. His lips finding my neck, "do I make you feel good baby?" He asks, moaning into my ear,

"Yeah," I sigh, "You make me feel so good babe."

He looked at me and smiled, kissing me again with so much passion and love.

After a while my legs started to cramp from the constant bouncing so I stopped moving at looked at him with tired eyes. "You good?" He asks while running a hand through my hair.

"I'm tired" I answer, both of us giggling as he switched positions so that I was laying down on my back, while he wrapped my legs around his waist.

He started to thrust again, a little faster this time as he ran a hand down my body to play with me.

"Fuck Chris, baby, shit you feel so good, I'm not gonna last long," I moan out, wrapping my arms around his neck. " I know babe, me too." He groaned, one of his hands resting on my hip while the other was still snaked between my legs. My breathing got heavier as I felt him speed up again, feeling the familiar feeling from earlier building up in my abdomen and i wrapped my arms around his waist, my hands on his ass pushing him into me deeper.

"I'm coming baby," he moaned, his voice shaky and his thrusts getting sloppier. Along moan left his lips as he continued thrusting into me chasing his orgasm before spilling himself into the condom, my name leaving his lips repeatedly as he did so. His hips stilled and he pulled out of me, throwing the condom into the bin while his hand was still playing with me, helping me reach my climax,

The only sound in the room was Chris's heavy breathing and my small moans and groans of pleasure. " play with me more, please" I beg, raising my hips up into his hand desperately trying to get my release that i was so close to achieving.

"You look so beautiful Y/N, cum, cum on my hand, that’s it , that’s my baby." He praises me.

"Fuck fuck Chris, baby, oh my-" were the only words I could form as i felt myself release all over his hand, quiet moans and whimpers leaving my lips as i came down from my high.

He finally pulled his hand away , lifting me up and quietly bringing us both to the bathroom for a quick shower, even though it was like 4 am we were sweaty and gross. Sex isn't clean.

"You okay baby?" He asks as he washes my back, my arms wrapped around him as I looked at him.

"Yeah that felt amazing love," I whisper, cupping his face and giving him a quick peck on the lips.

"I love you," I say as he washes the soap off of my body.

"I love you too baby girl/boy," he smiles as he leans his head down for me to wash his hair.

After our shower we sneak back to my room and changed the bed sheets to some fresh ones since the previous ones were dirty from our activities earlier.

Getting n bed we lay face to face, his hand rubbing my arms softly as I play with his hair.

"Goodnight my love," he whispers. "See you in the morning." He smiles as he kisses my head.

"Goodnight Chris," I whisper back, pecking his nose and snuggling into his chest as we both drift off to sleep.

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