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poppywrites41 · 3 years

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Captive Love Ch. 2

Prince! Yoongi x Maid! Reader

Here is chapter 2! This chapter will focus on Y/N’s first day of work…and maybe a little bit of a cliffhanger.

Warnings for this chapter: Swearing, violence, description of past deaths, mentions of smut

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“Rise and shine girls!” Lilith shouts through the halls of the servants’ quarters, her meaty fists pounding on each of the girl’s doors. Y/N swears she can feel her room shake every time that woman’s fist comes in contact with a door. “You all have 10 minutes to get dressed and come down to eat!” Lilith calls, her heels clacking away. Y/N raises her arms up to stretch. She looks out of her small window to see a garden with a path that leads to a small set of doors going into the back of the castle. She turns to her cupboard and takes out her servant’s outfit. She takes off her dress that she wore yesterday, neatly folded it like her mother taught her to, and placed it in the cupboard. She took a look at the outfit laid out on the bed. It was not elegant in the slightest, but it was sure prettier than any outfit she had worn in her life. It was a pretty beige with ¾ sleeves that were flexible enough to move the arms comfortably to perform the needed tasks. The skirt was neatly fitted on the waist and ran to the ankles. It was not puffy at all and had a comfortable feel to it. And to top it all off, pretty little white lace ruffles were added to the ends of the sleeves and around the top opening to give it some style, which Y/N really appreciated. When she got the dress on, Y/N took a look at herself in the small mirror hanging on her wall above her tiny sink. She spotted some dirt on her cheeks, probably from the wagon, so she splashed her face with water, rubbing at her skin. After her facewash, she noticed how messy her hair had gotten. She ran her fingers through the h/c locks and tied the hair in the front to the back, creating a half up-half down style. She made her way to her door, slipping on her shoes and head down the hall to the servants dining hall.

When she arrived, she found a seat at a table where some of the girls she arrived with yesterday were sitting at. They were not talking to each other as much as the other servants were, probably because they were new or nervous. Y/N sat down next to a young girl with dark brown hair. Once she sat down, an older woman brought her a tray with a piece of bread, some water and a small bowl of what looked like to be chicken broth. Y/N turned to the girl and offered a small smile, “Hi, I’m Y/N. We came together on the wagon yesterday. Sorry for not introducing myself earlier.” The girl’s hazel eyes met hers and she gave Y/N a small smile, “It’s okay. I’m Emily. I don’t really talk when I’m nervous. I have a lot of anxiety when I feel pressured.” She said in a quiet tone. “I get it. I am totally nervous. I mean, yesterday I was living my normal life and now suddenly, I’m a servant to the royal family. The people who I thought of as family, gave me away for money without a second thought.” Y/N said taking a bite of her bread and immediately chasing it down with some water. Emily frowned, “I’m sorry to hear that.” “So,” Y/N said after eating a spoonful of the bland broth, “How did you get here?” Emily looked down at her food and played with it with her spoon, “I’m actually a twin. My sister and I are daughters of bakers. My mom and dad worked so hard their entire life, baking for the royal family. My sister was a big help in the kitchen. She is so smart, kind, outgoing and beautiful. She is pretty much everything I am not. I would usually mess up tasks that would get me in trouble, but she would always defend me. My parents loved me, don’t get me wrong, they were just worried about me a lot. I wasn’t let out a lot. I could have been an embarrassment to them. Then, my sister met a man who came from a good family. They fell in love and are to be married. However, the guards came before the wedding and were trying to get my parents to give them my sister for a large sum of money. So that’s when I volunteered myself to go in her place. I didn’t want her to leave everything behind and to ruin her chance of a happily ever after, so I went in her place.” Y/N looked at the girl with awe, “You are such a good and brave sister to go in her place. I’m sure she is very thankful for you. I don’t think you are an embarrassment. Just stick with me and we will get through this together!” Emily smiles at her and nods in agreement. Before anything else could be said, Lilith’s voice was booming throughout the room, “Mealtime is over! Everyone sit down a listen. Tomorrow is the Grand Royal Gala so we will need to clean the castle extra today. Royal families from all over the country will be attending so I want that castle spotless. Here are the groups and their tasks for the day. Rosetta, you and your hall will clean the floors and windows of the ball room. Claire, take your girls and polish all of the utensils and dishware. Isabel, you and your hall are in charge of cleaning the dinning hall. I want that space especially clean.”

While scrubbing away the dirt on the floor of the halls, Y/N reflected on what Elizabeth informed them about the royal family:

First off, the king. He has his own personal servants who clean, dress and cook for him, so it was highly unlikely for her to be involved with him. He is a strict ruler and likes for everything to be perfect. He does not interfere much with his sons’ lives, but he is more attentive to his two eldest sons. He wants to make sure they are both well-educated and fit enough to rule the kingdom when his time is up.

Same goes for the queen. She is a more carefree person than her husband. She enjoys balls and festivities. She interacts more with her sons than her spouse, but definitely more with her youngest sons, since the older ones are with the king or in counsel or military meetings. She clearly loves her family but is not the most observant or caring mother. She lets them do as they please.

Now, the eldest prince, Prince Seokjin. He is the next in line for the throne. Elizabeth said that he is very serious about his role in the family. With his brothers, he can be a fun person who will crack jokes and enjoy the company of others. But when wronged, he can be a completely different person. He once chopped off a chef’s fingers for making a soup too spicy for his liking and fed those fingers to his dogs. Since he will most likely become king in the near future, more galas will be held to find the prince a suitable wife. Overall, Y/N believes that she will not be in contact with the prince very often either.

The second eldest is Prince Yoongi, the second in line for the throne. According to Elizabeth, he rarely shows his face in public. He is extremely introverted. He keeps to himself, usually in his room where he will write poems, or he will be sleeping. Even with his introverted nature, he is somewhat of a genius. Elizabeth said that when he was a teenager, the king went to war with a foreign land and was at a disadvantage. It was Prince Yoongi, at age 16, that stepped in and completely remodeled the military tactics, which won them the war. However, like his brother, when wronged, he turns into a beast. One day, he was asleep in his room when a servant came in to clean. The servant did not notice the prince asleep and continued his task. It was not until he accidentally knocked the prince’s favorite ink off of his table and spilled it on the ground. The prince woke up in a rage. The man tried to apologize to the prince, only to have himself sent to the dungeons for a week with no food or water. On the last day, Prince Yoongi went down to see the servant, only to behead him himself.

When Elizabeth told them that story, Y/N felt deep chills run down her spine. Hopefully she won’t have to interact with Yoongi during her time at the castle.

From what she heard about the third and fourth oldest princes, Hoseok and Namjoon, they are not as hot tempered as the two eldest. Hoseok is a kind person with a bubbly personality, but when he is pushed the wrong way, he can be a force to be reckoned with. Namjoon on the other hand has not publicly displayed any hostile actions. He is extremely smart and a good leader. From what Elizabeth said, Namjoon is somewhat of a leader to all the brothers. He is very considerate of all of their opinions and is able to settle any arguments between the brothers. Y/N does not suspect to have any issues with those two princes.

Now the last three. Jimin and Taehyung, the fraternal twins who like to cause mischief in the palace. They seem to like to pick on the staff and belittle anyone who is of lower status then themselves. Out of the two of them, Taehyung is more sadistic. He will keep harassing staff members until they leave, hurt themselves or commit suicide. Jimin on the other hand, likes to make people, especially the women he has accompany him in his chambers, feel like they cannot survive without him. Whenever he has wronged one of his girls and they try to talk to him about it, he uses his charming attitude and well-chosen words to turn the whole conversation around onto the girls. He would make them feel like they were the ones who wronged him, and they would apologize to him and swear that they will do better.

Last but not least, the youngest prince, Jungkook. He had everything handed to him on a diamond plate. Elizabeth noted that his beauty almost rivals that of his oldest brother and Jungkook knows it. She said that he excels in anything he does. However, he is probably the scariest out of all the brothers. Jungkook can get away with anything…ANYTHING. Apparently, he was in love with a princess once and planned on marrying her. One day before he planned on proposing to her, he caught her having sex with one of his guards in the library. Furious, he went to his room and waited for her to return. When she did, he asked her where she was, and she lied to him saying that she went for a walk in the palace garden. Jungkook then called the guard she was with into his room and had two guards block the doors out of his room. He tied the princess to a chair, ignoring her cries trying to convince him that she would never cheat on him. He then ordered the guard to remove all of his clothing, leaving him nude. Jungkook had the guard put on prison cuffs himself while the prince hammered a hook into the wall. He beckoned the naked guard to lift his cuffed hands onto the hook. Once everything was in place, he slowly began to castrate the guard, relishing in the man’s screams of agony and the princesses’ shrill screams of horror. After he castrated him, Jungkook swiftly sliced the man’s neck, causing blood to spew out from the slash and him to choke on his own blood, all the while Jungkook forced the princess to watch. Once the man’s body stopped twitching, he untied the frozen princess and took her to his balcony. The princess began apologizing to the prince promising that she will never be unfaithful to him ever again, swearing her loyalty to him and begging for his forgiveness. He gave her a warm smile and gave her a small kiss on the lips, telling her that she is forgiven. And Just as the princess began to relax, Jungkook shoved her over the balcony and watched her body fall to ground. When the prince’s parents found out, they sent word to the princesses’ father that she had run off with a man and that they cannot find them anywhere. The princesses’ father believed them and sent search parties all around the country, never to find out the truth about what happened to his daughter. It’s because of that incident that Jungkook ends the lives of those who betray him.

All of a sudden, she heard something being knocked over and water spilling. Then a sudden cry of pain. Worried that one of girls hurt themselves, Y/N immediately got up and ran down the hall towards the noise, ignoring Emily telling her not to involve herself.

Y/N could hear a males voice from down the hall, “You stupid whore!! Your spilled you water on my fucking new shoes!!”

Once she turned the corner to where she would find the girl, her eyes widened, and her heart stopped.

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honeypirate · 3 years

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I found you again

Daichi x y/n post time skip.

This is really long bc I didn’t want to do a second part. I could have split it up but that takes so long.

You were jogging in place, waiting for the crosswalk to tell you it was time.

It was early in the morning, your first day back in your hometown after college. You were on a run, re-familiarizing yourself with your old town before you were going to see if you could join the womens volleyball club in the community.

The light turned with the familiar beep you heard every morning walking to high school and you started to jog again, being back in town brought up many memories about volleyball and a certain boy you used to in love with.

After the last few years you wondered what happened to him. Back then you were too scared to confess your feelings so you didnt and you remained just close friends with him, after graduation you didn’t keep in contact, you went abroad to try and rid yourself of your feelings and, as much as you know, it worked.

You round a corner and smack face first into the back of a big man, and has you grunt and hit the ground on your butt you only realize that it’s a police officer “Sorry sir, I didn’t see you there” he turns around all concerned and you cock your head is it really him? It’s like your thoughts had summoned him.

“Sawamura?” His concern and confusion turns into a look of recognition “Y/n?!” He helps you to your feet “you’re back in town! are you okay?” You smile “yeah I’m fine! I’m sorry again for running into you. I was a little distracted.” You still were hella distracted seeing him now, all grown up and a police officer! you almost couldn’t believe your eyes. He was still as handsome as ever but you did prefer to see him in volleyball shorts, he had meaty thighs that you checked out many times in school.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m kind of glad you did, it’s really nice to see you.” And then he said the words you hoped he would “Hey do you wanna get together tonight for dinner and catch up?” (I guess I didn’t get over shit) you think to yourself as you smile and nod “I would love to.” You pull out your phone “what’s your number? I’ll send you a text so you have mine and you can call me later” he tells you his number and you send him your contact “I should get going soon, I’m meeting with the community women’s volleyball club to see if I can join.” He beams at you “I play with the men’s team sometimes when I’m not working” you laugh “that makes me so glad. I loved watching you play in high school. It was mesmerizing. I played on the women’s team in college so, I could probably beat you now” you wink and he laughs making you remember how much you love that sound “well we should see about that sometime” his partner gets his attention from the parked car on the street and he nods at him “I’ll call you when I get off okay?” You nod and he gets in his car with a wave. After all this time he still adores you. After all this time you still love his meaty thighs. You continue your run and mentally put together the outfit you’ll wear tonight.

Daichi gets off work and drives home, he takes off his belt and uniform, setting his stuff on his dresser. He’s nervous to make a phone call, nervous to see the girl he used to love because she’s an adult now and even more beautiful than he remembers. He’s nervous because he can feel his love for her coming back. He takes a deep breath and presses call before he chickens out.

You’re dancing to Girl on Fire in your bathroom, doing your makeup in your cutest pair of black matching lingerie. You didn’t intend to sleep with him, you knew he was a gentleman. You wore this for you, so you felt more confident.

As you belt out the chorus your phone cuts out the song to vibrate signaling a call and you start to laugh at your crappy singing voice as you pick up your phone. Your palms immediately start to sweat when you read his name on the screen. “Finally” you say and press the green button “Sawamura!” Your voice is excited and he laughs softly “Y/n. How are you?” He didn’t know why he was nervous to begin with, hearing you say his name washed away all of his nerves. “I’m good. Better now actually. How are you?” You’re smiling looking at yourself in the mirror “I’m better too. I was thinking we could get some dinner and I could meet at your place and we could walk together?” You hold in a laugh of glee “that sounds perfect. I’ll text you my address. When will you be here?” You’re swaying side to side in excitement “in an hour? If that works for you” you can hear the smile in his voice “yea that’s perfect. I can’t wait to see you again” you laugh shyly “I feel the same Y/n. I can’t wait.” Your smile hurts your cheeks a little “okay I’ll see you then” you say goodbye and hang up the phone and shout in excitement doing a little dance as you text him your address with a heart emoji.

You wear a pair of black skinny jeans and white v neck flowy blouse that shows just enough of your lace bra to be tasteful and sexy. You hope it doesn’t get too cold tonight bc a jacket would take from the look. You wear simple jewelry and a pair of black ankle boots with a heel.

Your phone in your hand and when it goes off you read the notification “knock knock” it says and then your eyes flash to the door when you hear him knock. You smile and shake out your limbs, you’re so excited and nervous. You open the door and look him up and down, black shoes, straight blue jeans, and a black button up shirt tucked in with rolled sleeve. He looks good. It’s simple and handsome. You can’t help but throw your arms around his neck “right on time” you say and he laughs and returns your hug “you smell amazing” he says when you pull away and you see he is blushing just a little “thank you! My favorite perfume, I’m glad you like it. You obviously check him out again “you look really handsome” he lets out a shy laugh “thank you y/n.” He looks into your eyes when he says “You look beautiful.” It’s your turn to blush and you shove your phone in your pocket and grab your keys as a way to pretend you weren’t as flustered as you were. “thank you” your voice is shy and you clear your throat before looking back at him and asking “Are you ready?” He nods and you exit your apartment and lock the door before putting your keys in your pocket.

When you get to the street he takes your hand in his and you smile and give his hand a squeeze. “So where we going Daichi?” You ask and he grins “I thought we’d get some meat buns from the old shop and then walk around all the places we used to go as teenagers.” Your smile widens “that is perfect!” He looks relieved “I’m glad you think so. I was worried for a second.” He laughs and clears his throat “so what are you doing now y/n? How long are you back for?” You’re absentmindedly rubbing soft circles on his hand with your thumb as you respond “I’m back for good. I’m actually a teacher at Karasuno and the new girls volleyball coach!” You exclaim, eager to talk about it because of how excited you were. It seems like his body relaxes a little at your words “that’s amazing y/n! I’m so happy for you! And to be honest I’m glad you’re gonna be back now, I really missed you.” You bump your shoulder into his lightly “I missed you too Daichi ” you say and you notice the blush on his cheeks. “So you’re a police officer now!” He laughs “yeah I am. I just want to protect people you know?” You nod “I understand that. You were always a good guy, I wouldn’t expect anything less.” You reach the shop and start to bounce on your toes “I’m happy to see you’re still the same in some ways” you quirk your eyebrow at him “when you’re excited you bounce and dance around. It’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen” he gets you both a few buns and gestures to the drink selection “do you want anything else?” You grab a drink “thank you, and I never really noticed that I do that” you nervous laugh as you both head to the counter, Ukai wasn’t there and you were unsure what he was up to now, you didn’t ask the cashier.

When you left the store you thank Daichi for paying and then say “do you wanna go eat this in the school? It’s not trespassing because I happen to have a key. And I could show you my classroom!!” you smile mischievously and get excited and he laughs, how could he say no to you? “that sounds perfect” he carries the bag on one hand and takes yours in his other again as you walk up the hill to the school.

You unlock the school door that the staff can use, and make sure it locks behind you guys before leading him down the familiar halls. “I am going to be the first year home room teacher” you say as you unlock your classroom door and he walks in. When you turn on the lights it’s looks exactly like it did when you were in it. “It’s nothing to brag about because it looks exactly like it did when we were here” you laugh and he turns around smiling “i would have paid more attention in class if you were my teacher. I was too distracted by a certain girl who sat next to me” he blushes and it takes you a second to realize that he means he was distracted by you. You blush “oh hush Daichi we both know you were always top of the class, couldn’t worry about school if you wanted to focus on volleyball” he laughs at you calling him out and he comes over to you and tucks your hair behind your ear “that may be true but only because we only had like one class together a year.” You smile up at him “whatever you say” you dramatically roll your eyes and he laughs “bun time?” You ask and bounce on your toes again “bun time” he says and sets the bag down on your desk and handing you one.

You end up sitting on your desk with your ankles crossed, kicking them softly, as he sits in your teacher chair facing you. “So how was college? I heard you went abroad” you smile and nod “it was amazing. I met a lot of really cool people and my volleyball team was amazing. How was police academy? I’ve heard it’s tough” he nods and finishes chewing “it wasn’t too bad. A little hard at times but you know me. Top of my class” he smirks and you laugh.

“Daichi?” “Hmm?” He says with a mouth full “whatever happened to you and Yui? My mom said you two were gonna get married” he took a long drink before he sighed and said “it’s what everyone expected. It was the easy route in my life. But it wasn’t what I wanted. It didn’t make me happy. Hurting her sucked but it would have been worse farther down the road. My mom said you were going to get engaged too” the last sentence was quiet but he didn’t break eye contact.

You ran your shoe up his calf to his knee before you said “there was one I thought could be something, but he cheated on me with my best friend right before graduation. When I dumped him and it didn’t hurt I realized I didn’t even love him anyway. I was just trying to convince myself I was happy with him when I wasn’t. And honestly Daichi, I’m surprised you never asked me out in high school. I heard your team members tell you that you should once.” You took a bite of your bun and he almost choked on his, you smirked at his reaction as you chewed.

You raise your eyebrows and rub softly up his knee when he won’t look at you. He took a drink of his water and then stood, coming to stand in front of your knees. Your eyes widen in shock and you set your bun down on your desk beside you as he softly took your face in his hands, tilting it up, “y/n” his voice is soft and he smiles down at you and he’s gazing into your eyes with such care “y/n I should have. I should have that day they told me to. But I chickened out and I regret it, I went for the easiest route and it didn’t make me happy.” He let his hands drop from your face and in the same moment you grabbed them in your own, looking down at them when you speak “I want you to be happy most of all. When my mom called me to tell me you were dating Yui, I thought that maybe that was fate, that if anything, I could be happy because you were happy” you laugh a little sadly and rub you fingers across his but pause when he speaks “please, look at me” his voice was quiet and you immediately looked up into his eyes “there you are, I missed out on seeing your beautiful eyes for years now, don’t make me any longer” he smiles as he continues “I didn’t think I would get another chance, I thought for sure my mom would call to tell me you were engaged soon.” He reaches up and runs his fingers through your hair “never did I think you’d come crashing into me again” you laugh, feeling like you were dreaming. He leaves his hands where your neck meets your jaw and rubs his thumbs softly across your skin giving you goosebumps.

You caught him off guard when you opened your knees and smirked at his look of shock when he fell forward a little into you, just close enough where you could softly connect your lips with his for a second. His eyes widened before they softened, a smile on his lips as you slowly and softly ran your hands up his chest to his shoulders then landed on the back of his neck playing with his short hair, your thighs squeezing him closer to you.

“Are you going to let me get away again, Sawamura?” You smirk up at him as his hands reach down and run slowly up your thighs before stopping and squeezing your hips and you continue, “so many things we could have done in the past, but the past made us who we are now. What are you going to do now?” Your arms move down to wrap around his middle as you press your chests together grinning mischievously up at him, watching his cheeks blush as he smiles down at you. “Now that I’ve found you again I’m never letting you go” he kisses you hard and you melt into him. His tongue brushes the bottom of you lip and you let him in, your tongues circling each other and you can’t help it when you moan into his mouth.

“Troublemakers. Even as adults” Daichi flys backwards and you both look to see who entered the room. “Sorry Mrs. J.” You say at the same time. Your old teacher just “tchs” and walks off with her box of something.

You look back to him and after a few seconds you bust up laughing and he comes back and hugs you. “I didn’t know anyone one else was in the building!” You say and he says “I didn’t know she was still alive!” Which makes you laugh even harder. He was right though. She was like eighty when you guys were in school and now she’s still working here. “She’s gonna give me so much crap for this... I’m gonna be in trouble in the first day! Daichi you’re always getting me into trouble!” you laugh together, until you’re just gazing up at each other smiling softly.

He kisses your forehead and you sigh happily and let your eyes flutter as he hugs you close into his chest. “I’m sorry sweetheart” he says with a chuckle “for getting you into trouble” you laugh softly “it’s okay. I always love the trouble we get into. I’ll choose it over everything” you say quietly and he pulls back, tucking your hair behind your ears and kisses you softly again.

Suddenly you get an idea “Hey! How about we go play a little volleyball?” He laughs at the cute sparkle in your eye “Let’s go” he says and gives you a small peck before gathering things and throwing away trash.

You get outside and then you pull him into a heated kiss before taking off running towards the volleyball courts laughing, his foot steps and laughter following you. You reach the courts and he pushed you up against the door kissing you again. You pull away laughing, out of breath, feeling like a teenager again.

In the empty girls court you flip on the lights to find the net still up, you make a mental note to talk to the team about that.

You kick your shoes off and run off to get a ball from the closet “Okay, we’ll start easy so I can get a sense at where you’re at now” you say in your best “Captain Daichi” voice with a laugh as you bounce the ball up in the air on one side of the net. He’s on the other side of the net with smirk on his lips “bring it on” he looks so determined and he winks at you, for half a second you could have sworn you were eighteen again.

There was no way to really play one on one, so you decided that you’d bring the boundaries in so you’d have less space to cover and made it so you could hit the ball twice.

You had to admit, he played amazing even in jeans, you loved when his shirt would ride up when he’d jump and you got a glimpse of his stomach and the trimmed hair under his belly button.

He had to admit you looked amazing playing, you were so skilled and talented he loved to watch you. He also loved the lacy bra that would be exposed more when you’d receive.

You didn’t play very long, you won one and he won one and after that he couldn’t take it anymore and had to come around and kiss you. When you pull back breathless you stare into his eyes “what are you doing tomorrow?” You ask quietly and he brushes his thumbs across your cheeks “I have to work but I get off around six” he says and you nod “do you wanna have dinner? I’ll cook for you like old times” he laughs “you’re planning a second date when we’re not even finished with the first. I’d love to have dinner with you” you smile bright “good! Let’s stop by the shop again if they’re still open and I’ll get some ingredients on the way home.” He loves you so much he’s so happy to be with you finally

You clean up and close up the gym, taking his hand as you walk back down the hill to the shop. You talked about your plans for the girls volleyball team, implementing things you learned from college teams. At the shop you get the ingredients to make his favorite meal, shoyu ramen. He helps you carry the bags back to your apartment and helps you put stuff away. You walk him to the door and he pulls you into his arms again and kisses you, his hand on your cheek. When he pulls away you smile warmly “text me when you get home. Be safe baby” he blushes at your pet name and gives you another peck before saying “I will. Goodnight y/n” you close your door and lean up against it smiling. This was the last thing you expected when coming home but it was also the best thing that could have happened.

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carrottuan93 · 3 years

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Haven't met you yet | Mark

Masterlist (2/4) | part1 - part3 - part4

Starring: MK x You

Tags: Mark Tuan, Fluff, Destiny, Waiting, Christmas, Bookworm, Nerd, Love, Fate

Total WC: 1420

You felt an agonizing level of pain hitting your head the moment you open your eyes to the sound of some lowkey hip-hop playlist in the background that you know nothing about. You don’t remember setting up your spotify on loop for the rest of the night but still you find the music suit for your taste despite hearing it for the first time. You shuffled on your bed, uneasy with the throbbing sensation of your cranium being drilled in the process. You sat down on your spot and were greeted by a glass of water and aspirin purposely located on a nearby table to tend on your painful hangover. Your eyebrows creased in confusion as you roam your eyes around the unfamiliar black and white interior of the room. Eyes squinting, you placed the partially emptied glass on the table after drinking the medicine and still you’re in no better means of explaining as to why you’re feeling weird today. You give your head a slight massage and a few taps on your cheek as you gather your composure. You noticed that you slept on your black above the knee dress and must have forgotten to switch into your pajamas last night, which explains you still have your coat intact when you went home but it is missing already by the time you woke up. Where could it be? You shuffled at the edge of the bed and slumped on the ground looking for your stilettos when you came across the sight of a shoe cabinet filled with converse sneakers aligned in pairs as well as an open dresser filled with different varieties of hoodies and men clothing that are too foreign to be included in your own cabinet.

“Shit!" reality hit you like a thunderbolt in a desert void of air, cutting all possible passageways for blood to flow freely on your circulation as if you became anemic at one point in your life. The lucid interval took effect when sobriety woke your being upon hearing the sound of someone using the shower and the smell of fresh shave accumulating on the slightly opened bathroom door. You gulped as you start to look for your sanity being thrown away on the windowsill and you're mentally preparing to jump outside as well because you still have no clue on how you ended up in a different room. What have you done for Good lord's sake?

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You glanced on your phone whilst taking your 3rd cup of coffee for the day. 10 minutes before 5pm, you read as it flashed on your screen. You haven't eaten any decent meal ever since you left the stranger's room in a hurry this morning. Fearing that you'll be seen by the guy in the shower, you escaped in the flash of a lightning. To make your day even worse, you cannot find your stilettos underneath his bed and you even grabbed the wrong coat on your way out. Worry haunted you like a madman after discovering that you accidentally went to room 1207 across your unit 1212. You're mentally skinning yourself alive by breaking into the lion's den without even knowing whom did you spend the night with. Your best friend sent you tons of messages asking for specific details because you’ve been sending her cryptic texts about your situation. You weren’t thinking straight and the bile in your stomach is rising up like it’s about to explode any minute now. But you can’t escape your work with your current dilemma that’s why you need to stay sane until you meet with Eunhee tonight.

"Ms. Y/n, thank you for submitting the report on time even on a holiday. I know it must be troublesome for you to go here while you're in the middle of your Christmas spirit but we’d like to fully adhere to our schedule on time before new year. Mr. Raymond is an important client, so we need to make sure that we're being transparent at all costs.” After a meaty discussion with your senior, you gladly took a breather when your meeting adjourned. You’re an accountant and being part of an accounting firm surely entails hours and hours of long work leaving you with no time at all for yourself. It’s a busy season as usual but you won’t miss out the holidays for your busy roll. You’d like to check your schedule on your planner but to no avail, you misplaced it last night. Since you’re carrying it wherever you go, you’re 101% sure that you left it on the unit across your place along with your other stuff. You haven’t had the opportunity to claim your things this morning due to the embarrassment crisis that is weighing down on your shoulder. Your current work engagement with this particular client is a big deal for you, so you chose to save your ass from being reprimanded by your boss and being late to work. Maybe your best friend can think clearly than your wasted self. ‘Just kill me already’ is all you can tell your poor being. You heard your phone rang all of a sudden and Eunhee’s name flashed on the screen.

“Girl, where the hell are you?” You must be zoning out. You reached the brink of your anxiety when the clock’s hand struck to eight, wondering how come 3 hrs has already passed with you just sitting on your cubicle.

“Eunhee, I’ve been through a tough day and I don’t know how to explain my current situation but I’ll be there in a second I promise.” And the Amazing Race Christmas edition has begun. Dressed on your black turtleneck blouse tucked in your skinny jeans, you complete your party outfit with a stylish beanie to match with your caramel trench coat so as not to look underprepared for the occasion. You then rushed through the nearest macaron store to grab your order and have decided that you just finish doing your makeup inside the uber to maximize your time. Geez, it’s freezing cold outside and the streets are filled with lovebirds which only made your stomach turn into a sour milk. You’re famished by the time you arrived at the address Eunhee sent you and you were welcomed with her bright smile and her expression demanding for an explanation.

“I know that look on your eyes Eunhee but feed me first before I prepare for my death bed.” You hugged her so tight like your world depended on her. She dragged you inside the house which you believe to be Jackson’s place. You didn’t think of Jackson as some kind of a party jock but sure this guy knows how to throw a proper party for a group. His house is warm and inviting, you gotta commend his taste for classical music filling the air but he’s nowhere to be found. You’re slowly getting into the holiday mood, with a few acquaintances that you meet along the hallways and a feast filled with nothing but sweet treats, you began to think if you went to a gingerbread house instead of an adult’s party.

“Before everything else, where are the drinks?” You need a booze so you can open up easily to Eunhee but she ordered you to pick a paper inside the bowl in return.

“Calm down, Jackson’s little cousins from the US are coming as well so you won’t be expecting to see liquor at this early hour. We serve the kiddie treats first and we move on to a full-grown up party in the midnight but you gotta choose your secret Santa first.” You gave her an inquisitive look and wonder what secret Santa is she talking about? You picked a random green paper.

“Wait, what’s with the secret Santa thing?”

“Everyone is required to bring a gift for someone else”

“I wasn’t informed? You didn’t tell me!” Maybe today’s series of panic attacks aren’t enough for your breakdown but here’s the cherry to the cake.

“Oh my god, Y/n.” Eunhee gasped in shock just in time when Jackson entered the living room in his bright holiday spirit.

“Hey Y/n. Looking good tonight, huh? You like my place?” He went over to Eunhee and gave her a quick kiss on her cheek.

“My first time going to your place feels like home, Jackson.” You smiled at him and you could tell he came with a company.

“That’s nice to hear. But girls, I want you to meet my cousin from LA, Mark.”

#mark #marktuan #mark tuan #got7 #got7 mark #got7 fluff #got7 imagines #got7 fanfic #fluff #kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop fluff #ahgase #jackson #got7jackson #got7 jackson

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cloudbattrolls · 4 years

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Ballroom Blitz

Etuuya Vannyn || Tulais Leisure Ship || Present Night

TW: This gets very gross. body horror, eye injury, gore, worms as usual, the works. fairly be warned.

“I could eat you right now, you know.”

The words come through gritted fangs as Tierel clicks their tongue and fusses over your stupid dress, adjusting both it and you with light gloved fingers, turning you this way and that in the dressing room’s lighting.

A suit would’ve been bad enough, but this way you look like you’re trying to attract all the wrong sorts of attention.

The dress isn’t revealing - you’d have flat-out refused, hang the consequences - and it isn’t tight. You have little to show off anyway; even before you got them cut off all those sweeps ago, you didn’t have much in the way of breasts, and you’re on the thinner side.

None of that helps when you’re covered in beautiful black and green satin with embroidery you’re itching to try to replicate.

“I wouldn’t even feel bad about it.” You add, ears pressed downward as your mouth pulls down in a frown.

The yellowblood raises their eyebrows, a hint of a smile on their face.

“Uh huh. So does this feel comfortable?”

You bite back a snide response. It’s not Tierel’s fault they were instructed to do this - probably - and they have a much better attitude than you deserve. Most people would hardly want to touch you even with gloves, or perhaps a hazmat suit. It’s such a surreal experience, your skin keeps prickling.

So why, why, why are you about to get sent into a room of unwitting trolls?

“Comfortable enough.” You sigh. “Go on, shoo. Have snacks, or something. Whatever trolls do at parties.”

Wow, you really sound like the middle aged and socially isolated rainbowdrinker you are.

Tierel’s expression tells you they agree, and you hold up your hands in surrender, simultaneously loving and hating how beautiful your mesh sleeves are.

“I’ll be good. I’ve done well enough at pretending for a long time. Don’t fuss.”

They almost look like they want to say something, standing there in their own gray and red suit with golden accents and a teal pin, but they turn and walk out.

You turn and look at yourself in the mirror behind you.

Back in the cavern, you dressed up all the time. You had outfits from all over the planet, all kinds of different time periods, and you loved to use them as inspiration for your own works.

A sardonic smile looks back at you, fangs made for piercing veins wide and gleaming beneath your eyes that have contacts dulling your mutant-bright irises for the night, your own company pin affixed to your chest. Wouldn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea.

Wouldn’t want that at all.

You open the door and the buzz of voices and laughter settles in your ears as you walk down the short hallway to the main party room, feeling the gentle rock of the ship beneath you.

Mingle, your idiot of a boss had said. We don’t want them to think we care too much about their approval, but be friendly. They are our long-term investors.

Up until tonight you weren’t aware OLSC had investors at all, though you suppose it makes sense. It must be an older project than Karina Tulais’s tender sweeps, then. How did she come to lead it?

You slip through the doors and make it five feet before your dream of everyone blissfully ignoring you goes up in a puff of smoke.

“Hey! I found a jade!”

“I found one too, and mine had better tits.”

The first speaker is a big burly cobalt, probably at least seven feet tall. You don’t know for sure because you’re trying to avoid looking northward to the regions that include his throat.

The second is a lean hemoanonymous troll only a little taller than you, maybe a bit shorter than Claire, but you like their lazy drawl even less than the booming tones of the blueblood.

“Do tell miss Kyokan that, she’ll be quite tickled.” You remark, knowing that of the company’s three jades, only one matches that description.

The sad part is you’re not even being sarcastic.

The cobalt laughs in a drunken way while the hemoanon narrows their slitted eyes.

“You know her?”

“Jades all know each other!” The cobalt says, elbowing his companion. “S’why we’ve gotta ask this one...something.”

“Can I get either of you a bite to eat?” You offer.

Both of them blink, then the hemoanon shrugs and runs a hand through their short spiky hair that must use unholy amounts of gel to get it looking that way. You catch a whiff of something else too - perfume, maybe? You don’t have the drinker senses some of your kind do.

“Well, shit, didn’t take you for a maroon.” Their slitted eyes are mocking, and you see their tongue is slightly forked as well. What a stereotype of a troll. “If you want to play all warm, I won’t stop you.”

At least they don’t hiss. That’d be too much to tolerate.

In less than a minute you’ve zoomed along and acquired samples of nearly every type of snack offered on the long tables, neatly slipping in and out between other guests with not even a brush against anyone’s gown.

With a twirl and flourish you offer two loaded plates up to the graceless pair. Speed is one of your talents.

The anon digs in immediately, while the cobalt bursts out laughing again for a solid half a minute before he takes it.

“So! What do you two do for fun and profit?”

“Not even going to ask how our trip over was?” says the anon between bites. “I thought your caste was supposed to have manners.”

“How was your incredibly thrilling trip over? I'm sure you defeated an entire crew of pirates and a kraken.”

At least the cobalt is too soaked in alcohol to care - you can definitely smell that now - and keeps laughing. Some of his food falls on the floor, splattering by his overly shiny shoes.

The anon smiles, if in a cold and snide way. Their fangs are long and slightly curved, almost like yours.

“A real comic, huh. I’ll trade; what do you do for Tulais?”

Try not to eat people who have it coming, you think. Except for special occasions, bless Jarron’s long drained pumper.

“I’m one of her field agents. I was around at Darkfall, doing evacuation work mostly.”

Pile of corpses notwithstanding.

“I thought she had your bunch working on some fake mother grub thing. She no longer thinking she needs a population to support? What else is the point of keeping cavern trash around?”

You look more closely, realizing light is glinting off patches of translucent scales on their neck and fingers. Given the rest of them is covered head to toe in a kaftan, it’s a safe bet there are more.

“Touch me and lose a hand.” They say coldly.

The cobalt snaps his fingers suddenly.

“Yeah! Been wondering - ”

A small gun appears between those big fingers, presses to your forehead and fires right through your thinkpan.

“ - what’s it gonna take for you to die?”

The force pushes you backward a few steps, stumbling in your pretty dress. Not again.

Ringing in your ears, and hazy vision.

Stay in, you hazily tell your worms.

The anon goes for your throat with fangs dripping what must be poison and you can only feebly try to push them away, unable to speak.

They tear at you and victory becomes horror as they spit out the mouthful of squirming white parasites. Spatters of olive blood come with them.

Shouting. People taking out their own weapons.

The would-be perfume smell turns into a cloud of what must be knockout gas as trolls start dropping across the entire room, one after another.

You’re thirsty. You’d do better if you weren’t so thirsty.

“Shoot them again!” the anon screams, scrabbling back from you.

The cobalt gets you through the eye and worms begin pushing it out, rejecting it as it clinks onto the floor. It hurts, though. Bucket of hangnails.

Some poke out of the crushed socket and jelly, searching for the blood of the offender as the other bullet gets sent back out its entry point and clarity returns except for the lack of sight.

With a lunge you grab his leg and with a great tug, rip it off below the knee. Bone cracks, muscle tears, and incredible smelling blood spills on the floor as he topples over and you step aside - tad clumsily, but -

- his partner objects with some sprayed acid from a gun sizzling your dress, skin, and worms as you hiss in pain.

You grab their gun and throw it, tearing off their hand and flinging it away. They slip as they stumble backwards now screeching in pain, shoes caught on the spilled food and spilled worms.

With careful, almost gentle hands you cup your hands under them and pick them up, smiling.

Your fangs have just pierced their jugular vein when you feel a very uncomfortable heat on your forehead, right near the bullet wound.

Flinching backward, you hiss and drop them, looking up.

It’s Karina Tulais, teal-slit black eyes cold as the dead of dark season, with yet another damn gun pressed to your head.

“We need them alive, Vannyn. I’m not letting assassins get away unquestioned again.”

Her own jugular is so, so distracting. Pretty in a way. It’d look better under your teeth.

She takes out a vial of yellow blood and gives it to you. Snatching it, you down it in seconds, the gun still present.

You blink your one eye, the other still regenerating. A bit more slowly than usual, given everything that just happened.

“Oh dear.”

The ballroom is full of unconscious trolls, though you can see a few - some indigos and cobalts, a violet or two - stirring. Food and drinks are spilled everywhere from trolls dropping them midsentence -

A meaty hand grabs at the teal, fingers slapping her shoulder before you pounce and bowl the crawling cobalt over, pinning the much bigger troll to the ground.

He smells so good, and here he is going to waste.

As you struggle to not rip open his throat or lap at his blood leaking tantalizingly on to the floor, he shoots you for a third fucking time.

Worms come writhing out of your torso onto his and you grin wide as they burrow into his wounds for you, taking in his blood. You watch the color fade from his face and lips as he writhes.

Why recall them? He’s as good as dead anyway.

Tulais burns a hole right through your chest, worms and skin burning, crisping, and crumbling to ash. You shriek, a noise torn from no troll throat, a beast-like cry.

“Stop. You don’t need all of it.”

What does she know? What does this troll think she can understand of you? You think you deserve it, thank you very much.

He’s the one who kept shooting. Practically asking for it.

Still, you’d really rather not be burned again, so they all withdraw, wriggling out of the big blue troll, back into the holes in your riddled body.

His breaths are labored, and a few trolls come to help Tulais patch him up before he can die out of spite, securing him and the anon so they don’t pull a Jarron and try to make themselves useless for interrogation.

With difficulty, you push yourself up. The lower caste trolls are still out, and you see a few bleeding or injured from falling the wrong way. You’ve drank enough that their injuries won’t tempt you, so you hobble over and help.

Help lasts as long as it takes to coax a cerulean awake who then gets up and runs off screaming at the sight of you.

Right.

Deep in the ship’s dark hold, you can really smell the sea. The rocking of the boat is comforting, soothing almost. Down here, almost nothing else even seems real.

Could you have handled that better? In some ways the answer is obvious, yet while you know the logical ways to act less like a monster, you’re not sure you could’ve actually managed.

Which is a surprise to absolutely no one! The drinker abomination is a bloodsucking beast? Oh woe, oh terror.

It’s not like you didn’t tell her. Or Tierel. You warned everyone. You were against being at the party from the start, and now look what happened!

You sit straight up, revitalized by anger and the realization that this is hardly your fault at all.

It’s not your damn problem when people want to believe you’re anything except what you say you are.

“I know you’re in here.”

Tierel’s voice sounds from outside the door to your little storage area. The door you secured with bolts from your side, as well as a couple of barrels pushed against it.

“Congratulations, you win Where’s Tuuya. Thanks for playing, have a nice night.”

“Are you planning on staying down here forever? It’s been hours. Everything’s cleaned up, you can come out.”

“Nnnnooooooope.”

“You will eventually.”

“I’ll come out when everyone leaves the ship and there are no more potential victims to waltz across my path. Text me when you’re all about twenty miles away and I’ll transportalize back.”

“Tyrian tits, you’re such a drama queen. You’re out of crazy mode, right? Cool. We’re good then.”

You grit your fangs.

“This was a dismal fucking idea and I cannot believe I let you both talk me into it. Was it some sort of sick irony, putting me in that dress? Were you laughing until those two pulled their stunt? I may be the company’s pet drinker, but I’m not a toy.”

The yellow sighs, you think.

“Tulais wanted to give you a break. She thought it’d be better for you to socialize in person than tapping away online.”

“Did she? Did she never put it together that there’s a very good reason I do that? That maybe, if she Holmes’d it hard enough, she’d realize monsters don’t belong around people?”

“Yeah ok, I’d buy that a lot more if you didn’t go visit that maroon every few weeks.”

You go rigid, then unfurl and spread out, lying on the floor as you stare at the dark, rocking ceiling. Really, why be surprised.

“When I was going to be informed I was being watched?”

“Uh, why wouldn’t we track you?”

Tierel sounds genuinely confused, as if the invasion of your privacy isn’t even worth mentioning. You guess it isn’t, if you believe your own words.

“I think it’s sweet. Seems like she’s a good influence, like that lime girl you raised.”

They yelp and, from the sound of it, fall over as you jump up and slam a fist into one of the barrels barricading your door and the door itself shakes.

“Don’t mention Claire, and definitely don’t mention Uunive.” You say, voice smooth as silk but radiating anger. “Is that clear?”

You don’t wait for a response.

“Get out, Tierel. Before I make good on eating you after all.”

Rapid footsteps sound, and you slide back down and look at the ceiling.

Since when was pure selfishness sweet?

When you do transportalize back, it’s blessedly quiet.

Did everyone from the party turn out all right? You want to know, yet you don’t want to talk to anyone right now.

You want your snails, actually.

When you open your respiteblock door, Rivali is standing there, looking grim.

“Haven’t you heard? I thought you’d want to go see.”

There’s a long pause.

“Go see what?”

They frown in confusion, fingers pressed together.

“Have you had your phone off since the party ended? Tulais messaged you, tried to call.”

Your lips draw back, but you force yourself to not spit insults about the teal.

“What’s going on, Rivali?”

They shake their head and gesture for you to follow them.

“So...how did your evening go? You weren’t there, right?”

The words hang in the air between you as the pair of you walk through the quiet building, weighed down by a tension you don’t understand.

“I was at a show.”

“Well. How was it?”

“Decent.” They say, mind clearly elsewhere, then stop short.

“Vannyn. It sounds to me as if you...are being too hard on yourself.”

You gape at the younger jade.

“I’m sorry, have you been replaced? Is this a prank? Are you high?”

They shake their head, and keep walking, leaving you to cradle the bombshell they just dropped until they open a door to the medical facility and stand by it, obviously meaning for you to go in alone.

Strapped to a table, restrained by every limb and surrounded by medical staff that they keep snapping and snarling at despite the band around their neck, is the snakelike hemoanon - olive - mutant.

Their fangs are even longer now, and -

and they -

they glow.

You hug yourself with both arms. No, you weren’t trying to - they’re olive - but

but you remember that wretched little coven and their menagerie of non-jades.

The mouthful of worms they took. Venom in their blood.

One of the medical staff steps over and asks you some questions that slip right past your ears.

He repeats himself, looking annoyed, and you just shake your head. You can’t. You absolutely can’t right now. Everything is garbled, nothing is real.

“Vannyn should be excused from questioning until tomorrow night. Leave them be.”

You’re not sure how you get there, but those words manage to get through as you’re sitting in a small meeting room, Rivali sitting in the seat next to you, saying them.

That can’t be right.

Especially when your boss is sitting opposite them, staring them down.

“What a change of heart, mix Tescin. Care to explain yourself?”

They shrug, meeting her unamused retort with apparent passivity.

“You put them in this situation despite their protests. They are a monster; do you expect them to act differently? Nor did they attack first. No, none of us would have gone for the throat, but I wouldn’t have had a single qualm culling those idiots. If we didn’t have to have them, it should’ve already been done.”

“Dismissed, Tescin.”

Rivali gets up and dips their head, then turns and walks out.

The world has truly turned upside down when jadepup of all people is defending you.

The teal studies you, her long hair drawn back into a braid now as she leans forward slightly on the table. You look away.

“I don’t expect monsters to be capable of reason. I don’t expect monsters to fulfill missions for me. You are not a monster, Etuuya Vannyn, and I won’t hear yourself or anyone else call you one as a way to excuse you for your actions.”

Then, bizarrely, she relaxes, and her tone becomes milder.

“It could’ve been a lot worse, I’ll admit. That mutant wasn’t going to die at all, they just...started to change, when we were treating them. Has this happened to you before? I thought drinkers had to die to turn, but then, you didn’t, right?”

You’re fixated on the glowing flowers of her tattoos. Anywhere but her face. Anywhere but her throat.

Still, you feel her impatience.

“Are you shell-shocked, or something? This can’t be anything new; you drank that cerulean and laughed it off. What’s different now? Why won’t you talk to me?”

Your claws pick idly at the embroidery on your dress. Shame it got so cut up and stained by tonight.

Tulais sighs, and waves you out.

Humming, you open your snails’ cage, giving them vegetables you cut up into very fine pieces so they’re easier to eat. You check the pH of the water to make sure it’s balanced, and clear out any eggs they’ve lain.

You’re holding a few of your favorites, lying on your couch, when there’s a knock at your door.

You ignore it, which does nothing as the knocks only become more insistent.

Whipping out your phone, you go to a clip from grubtube that says GO AWAY PLEASE and blast it loudly.

Said phone vibrates, a notification popping up.

HJ: look i know ur tired but I wanted to say sorry

HJ: tho pls don’t threaten to eat me again

HJ: can I come in??

You almost want to laugh, if your voice still weren’t trapped deep inside you.

With apathetic movements, you unlock the door and then sit right back down, snails still in place.

The yellow looks awkward, embarrassed. Why bother. Who cares.

They run a hand through their scruffy hair, gaze darting everywhere as you watch them indifferently.

“I...like I said, I’m sorry. I guess what I said was hurtful? I was trying to be nice.”

The silence is suffocating.

“I don’t think - “ They pause, biting their lip, hands shoved in their pockets. “I don’t think you meant it, even in the hold. But it still scared me. So, please don’t do that?”

You play another clip saying OKAY.

They blink, face curious, probably weighing if they want to ask or not.

“Can I hold a snail?”

With a shrug, you offer one up.

Tierel takes it so gently, so carefully, just how they should. They stroke its shell and sit down on the floor.

The two of you stay that way in silence for a while, until the yellow passes the snail back and falls asleep, and you arrange a blanket and pillow for them (and a sopor patch on their neck, with careful gloved hands) before shutting yourself in your own block, having put your pets away.

You don’t need to, but you sleep anyway.

END

#cloud writes #this just KEPT GETTING LONGER #etuuya vannyn #karina tulais #rivali tescin #and then tierel who has become more important than intended but still doesn't get their own tag out of spite

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cosmogyraladventures · 5 years

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Alious

The stars zip past. He sits comfortably on a mattress, wrapped in a blanket with enough of an opening to see. He; blue. Blue. That is his current name; the color of his skin; his current mood; the color of two cans that reside with ten other beverages inside his refrigeration system. But he wasn’t thinking about what he wanted to drink; wanted to eat; what his true name is and the meaning behind it; his mind was too wrapped in the stars and how he dreamt of exploring them.

His mind galloped around the idea that one day he’d achieve his dreams of being a cosmic explorer. He imagined himself being a captain of a starship, jumping from solar-systems to neighboring galaxies. To wear a regal outfit dawned in medals and symbols. To command a crew of the best people around. To make discoveries and have his name metaphorically engraved in universal history. This is all he wanted since he was a kid, it’s the reason why he's done anything -- ever!

His fantasies disappear as the stars do in an instance, replaced instead by the obnoxious alarm on his clock. It was an odd feature in his alarm clock; at night holographic images would appear, turning a dark room into something like space, playing white noise. It’s intentions was to help invoke better sleep; for someone whose head is in the stars, it does the tragic opposite of keeping him up at night. Itself can be called self-given-insomnia, and it shows too, leaving bags under his eyes.

Though they’re hard to see, considering his kind have black-colored-skin around their eyes.

Grumbling like a bothered child, Blue gets out of his bed to walk himself over to a window with tinted glass. A press of a button next to the window later, and the tinted glass fades into clear glass, letting sunlight flood the room with its radiance in an instance. It wasn’t enough time for him to prepare by squinting and shielding his eyes; he tries so anyways, but it was too late.

He’s wearing his underwear and a shirt. One could call them his pajamas. Thankfully the window only shows his form from the waist up; no one is going to have to see a miserable, partially-naked T’zarian suffering from his self-given insomnia.

Blue stares out into a collection of building made of shining metal and lights that began to flicker out; automatically doing so with the presence of the sun near. It would’ve reminded him of home had there not been many parks filled with fauna near, and if the lights were blue in color, instead of yellow. Blue. His name, his mood, his skin, and the color of the lights back home.

He scratches his hair. His short red hair. Blue takes in a deep breath, then silently lets out a single sentence. “Good morning, Paradyse.”

“Who’re you talking to now?” said another voice, one of feminine creation. Her name was Alious. She didn’t have blue skin, nor red hair, not even black around her eyes. Instead she was a lighter-green color with black hair that was currently in a complete mess. She wore a white shirt, and white underwear. Blue was thankful to turnover and see that she was wearing underwear; his ‘crummy-apartment’ is already in a disarray of disorganization, finding someone’s lost unmentionables would prove difficult.

“Just saying good morning to the city,” hummed the male.

“You just had to be the weirdest guy in Paradyse uh - er --” she snapped her fingers, attempting to remember his name. It’d take him a few seconds of processing what Alious was doing before he’d comment.

Blue’s gaze at the one in his bed lasted longer than it needed to. Within his head the clockworks ticked and processed to eventually have him spit out “Wait -- seriously?”

“What?” She’d rudely interject, almost as if she was offended. But if anyone should be offended, it’s Blue. Which he was, and he’d let her know too.

“What do you mean “What?” You forgot my name!” As he continued to speak, annoyance grew in his tone. “It’s not like it’s hard to forget! It’s literally the most common favorite color in the galaxy - my skin color even!”

“Look, Blue? I’m extremely hungover right now, ‘kay? I can’t remember anything from last night except for the, well.” Alious would bounce her eyebrows at Blue, causing his cheeks to momentarily change into a darker shade of his pigment. “So, hey, my bad alright?”

His disgruntled face slowly turned into his usual relaxed state. With a grunt to start, he’d say “I can forgive you, I guess. I mean, it’s not an entirely big deal, right?”

Though, he was lying through his teeth. It was a completely big deal for him.

…

She’s putting on her clothes now. She wears black shorts that covers nearly half her stomach but doesn’t even slip past the meaty portion of her thighs. There was a change of shirts, since it’d be unhygienic to wear the same shirt from the day prior. In addition to the acts of last night, it’d be really wise to also wash the shirt. It’d be even wiser to possibly burn it.

But she wouldn’t burn it. Alious is a woman to wear expensive clothing on a frequent basis. Fabrics and materials imported from systems clearly across the other-side of the galaxy. A brand of women’s fashion, with the exception of a few male coats. Of course she can afford it to; after all, it’s her clothes that she wears. Alious is the famous ‘Is Alious,’ a clothes designer. Her face is known to the public eye.

Though competitively, Blue’s face is decently known too; however, the reasons are not for how they design clothes, or what product they’re marketing.

After he took his shower, the male gathered his clothes. Now, Blue’s standing before a mirror in a pair of dark-grey pants with a simple pair of shoes to go with them, and wears a different black shirt. He scrubs away at his teeth with his toothbrush, staring into his yellow-hued eyes, thinking to himself how it all came to ‘be like this.’

His thoughts soon turned as his stomach growled for attention. “Hey Allie,” said Blue after spitting out the toothpaste in his mouth. “Do you wan-”

Instantly he was cut off by the female saying “Do NOT call me Allie. Only my friends call me Allie.”

“Er - right. Okay then Alious; do you want something to eat? I’ve got this awesome pie in the fridge if you wan--”

He’s cut off again. “Sorry. Pie? What do you think I am, some sort of fatso that eats sugar! It’s like you know nothing about what beauty is!” Blue could hear an audible scoff from the other room. While he brushed his teeth, she was gathering her things from the bedroom, which was just around the corner.

Blue was compelled to make some comment towards her. A rude one? A sassy one? A sarcastic one? Try all three. “I mean you’re not wrong. I couldn’t tell what beauty is even if I slept right next to it all night.”

Silence did not follow like he expected, which meant that Alious did not get the joke. Which was probably for the best she didn’t get it, otherwise it would’ve been a screaming match between the two. Then again, Blue has ownership of the apartment, he can just simply kick her out if things get too heated.

“That’s why I’m a fashionista and you’re the…?” She dragged it out, hoping that he’d answer.

“Neighborhood blue guy,” he’s sarcastically reply, spitting out another wad of toothpaste, then rinsing it down the sink, as well as cleaning the bristles of his toothbrush.

“That’s such a stupid thing to call yourself. Didn’t you get some kinda medal last week?” All Alious had to do was look up after she put on her thigh-high boots to see a plaque with a blue medal on it. She wasn’t sure what it was for. The writing on the plaque wasn’t smudged, or in a foreign language, she was just too hungover to even attempt to decipher it.

“That was last year, holy --” Blue had to contain himself before he lost too much control. “Yes; I did get a pretty medal. No; it’s not a stupid thing to call myself. I’m still job-searching.”

“You some kinda bum?”

“Would a bum have an apartment?”

“Point,” she said, taking her purse and heading for the front door. She was nearly about to leave without saying goodbye, which Blue wasn’t surprised by when he heard the front door start to open. What he didn’t expect was to hear her say “So like. If you need a job, I would like. I don’t know - need a guy to try on some of the male clothes? I ‘unno, just offering.”

“Pays well?” Blue asked, as he left the bathroom and to the entrance of his home, talking face to face with Alious.

“You’re just gonna be walking on a cat-walk sometimes. Hopefully you’ve got the strut for it; males can be difficult.”

“We’re not that different from women. We’ve just got --”

“Ew. Don’t say that. Especially at work - oh my star - do you know how much they’d flip out if you said that near them?”

He’d laugh, imagining an entire studio spilling over into anarchy over the mention of the word penis. “At least ten flips.”

“You’re an idiot, Blue,” she said as she stood on her toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. “But I guess you’re the right kind of idiot.”

“Whatever you say, Alli- er - Alious. Have a good day.” Alious would leave, and Blue would slowly close the door behind him as he went back to his business.

Blue’s left alone with his thoughts. The two were going back and forth with spiteful words yet she showed affection at the end there; why did she kiss him? She didn’t even know his name when they woke up, or why there was a Medal of Valor posted on the wall. All it seemed she cared about was getting out his apartment. But she offered him a job?

He needed to clear his head. Pie. That’s the answer. Glorious pie; he didn’t care of the flavor, it was just the subject and state of being that pie existed in his vicinity that gave him a reason to bolt to the kitchen’s fridge. Nothing else matters right now until Blue can get a slice of that pie as soon as possible.

He swings open the refrigerator door, and is greeted with a silver-platter with black-fabric on it. He pinches the fabric off with his left arm, his mechanical arm, and investigates underneath it. There was no pie.

The black fabric? As it hangs off his hand, he gathers what it is. It was a bra. Her bra. He’d quickly put two and two together. She ate his pie last night before she came to sleep.

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