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#ONCE AND SUDDENLY IM TRYING TO STIR UP DRAMA LIKE WHAT
gravitycoil · 9 months
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Dream of 6/20/23
I was in saw (lol) and the layout of the room was that there was a different trap to get out of/win each room you progressed the start was a pick a path type thing where if you chose the wrong path you were electrocuted (i think) there was like 10 of us and there could only be one of us left iirc I remember I was the ringmaster like, I was kind of like amanda where i helped jigsaw make traps and put people in situations but I was also playing the game myself so I knew every answer and I had to act my ass off convincing people that I’m one of them. The next room was a maze that you had to get out of but you were timed, if you didn't make it in time you just become stuck in there forever. At this point I think there’s only 5 of us and somehow someone figures out that I’m evil and up to no good so I try to eliminate all of us together doing some kind of world reset thing (????) where I typed in a computer (it wasn't terminal just some generic computer) I typed in a computer something like eliminate all entrees beyond room 2. (it was weirdly specific like that) and I sat a timer for the command to execute so, the people who believed me and were on my side still ran with me towards the end of the maze and we leave and we close the door on everyone else (the ones who were against me) so they couldn't get out and would be stuck there forever. Theres like one point where I’m like wait I have to find adam (cause for some reason hes alive and in need of saving randomly) so that becomes my new objective rather than trying to survive the next traps because they were rigged to never kill me or something like that. Eventually my command had an error in it or something and instead of everyone it started to clone myself which caused a ripple in the world and created a giant black hole that was sucking everything in with it the only way I could stop it was if I killed my clone. Eventually everyone dies except me and my clone and only one of us can get through the game and win so we start going back and fourth through the older rooms trying to bait each other into getting close enough to kill each other. Then suddenly im like oh wait I cant die but you sure as hell can. and so I just fucking go for it and pounce on my clone like a wild animal and i maybe killed them? I dont know. I never found adam or... i think i saw him for like 2 seconds Dream shift
Spiderman themed dream despite never watching anything about it but everyone who had anomalous powers all had to gather in this giant training/school building and I remember I was very respected in this building like everyone knew not to fucks with me cause I was really powerful but that also made people afraid of me and afraid to talk to me/friend me but I had 1 friend and we did everything together. I don’t exactly remember what I looked like but I know I could like. shapeshift i think. There was one point where we all were inside a gym track type thing and people were making fun of my friend and once I showed up they like pleaded with their life as if i would kill them on the spot (i mean... true but i wasnt going to) somehow me and my friend get in a fight or something and we distance each other I was mad about it (i dont even remember what happened but i was mad and irritated) but I was being so calm about it but my friend was being extra mean to me and doing almost life threatening things to me. (The building we were in was inside a giant plane btw) and we were in the air and my friend fucking shoves me outside on the plane and I have to like bear grip the wing of it cause we were going fast and also like 3025840958309483 feet above ground Im like so pissed and surprised he did this to me and eventually i get back in and he pretends that he didnt do it and that it was someone else and I wasnt buying his bs so I just call it off there I’m like this friendship is over indefinitely. And this also stirred up drama cause everyone was like circling around us and when I said that shit everyone was like O_O.... Then at one point were in some like facility room and we were assigned to find a piece of paper in this giant ass open room and I’m the one that finds it and I pick it up and I see someone really stressed like they seemed to be struggling to even stay in the school and was on the brink of a breakdown so I give the paper to them and I’m like “Here, tell them you found it” and they were like so flabbergasted but I just left after I said that and then we had like our final assignment or something and it was a race against everyone whoever made it to the end first would survive (cause apparently its life or death now and if you dont make it you just die) and it came down to me and my old friend we were like neck and neck and I push myself to my limits trying to reach out to touch the ending bell thingy and I touch it I do win but no one could tell I touched it first because we were so close that they deemed me like .2 seconds off and kill me and let my old friend win and when im dead in the afterlife like. im a ghost now, i can see everyone else just as flabbergasted as me and we all collectively decide to haunt my old friend and also the person who decided who won because something unfair was happening like I knew something cheaty was happening so all of us angerly push my old friend around and he’s like WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON and literally this is all I remember other than I was home watching videos and they got progressively more fucked up and scary for some reason and I was like. ough... i hate this
dream shift
small part of a dream I remember where I just suddenly realized I was dreaming like I remember saying something like “Wait. How did I get here. I’m sleeping” and I go through the wall of my dream which put me out of bounds but I left it enough where I was put in what I call ‘The dream grid’ which is like a completely black void except theres complete perfect cube clouds in a grid format that go on for infinity in all directions and if you fall in them you go into another dream so I was dream hopping and trying to get into another dream but they kept disappearing when I got close to them they like... slowly deteriorated and so I was falling in the black void until I landed in one. I dont remember what I landed in or anything I just remember seeing the dream grid extra vividly I should draw it
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hyunverse · 1 year
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omg rinnie baebs 🥺 i just saw the vent ( tbh im so out of loop omg ) but no, it is not that you are not enough it is that he was simpily not worth your time. people that cheat are in the two categories or insecure and avoidant attachment styles.
insecure ( self explanatory ) is when they doubt themselves and the relationship, will continue to stir trouble and drama between the two and will never be peaceful as the avoidant attachment is where one is mentally/physically trying to push you away. if your brain continues to ponder on to why you are not good enough, why was he not like this with me, why are we always arguing-- you will fall into an insecure attachment style that will cause you to worry about every small thing in your next relationship and that is mentally going to break you. . the reason why people are constantly in and out of a dating pool is actually a red flag; because it shows that they are either or of the attachment styles i have mentioned above. im not saying it's bad, but i'm saying that its mentally exhausting. me and my husband argued for two months straight almost because of insecurity from both sides, it made it worse that we're in and ldr relationship.
if he didn't even do the bare minimum for you and you have to constantly ask for it-- it's kinda like training you in a way that within a relationship you have to ask when that should have been a given, because if you are suddenly given the slightest bit of affection it tricks you into think like "oh, he likes me." when it could've been platonic. i want to warn you about that because it has happened to me once, and i got led on tbh.
anyways, i advise you not to think too much about it even though it hurts but; imo if he can't give you the bare min he was not worth your time in the first place because it seems like he didn't treat you right.
I WANT TO REMIND EVERYONE & YOU MY BELOVED RINNIE: know your worth, to do so you must prioritize and idolize yourself with confidence and self security. what one man cannot do for you, another man out there would be dying to do just for you. continue to keep your options open, because i am sure as hell someone out there is waiting to give you 'just because' flowers
qi thank you so much for this <3 it’s realistic and comforting, i appreciate this a lot. ngl i think my past relationships did give me insecurity attachment, it’s insane. it’s super important to heal before getting into a relationship, fr. i’m saving this as a reminder istg.
waaa hope u & ur husband last for an eternity fr, i still remember u talking to me abt him omg. mm yeah i see ur point, it sucks to end up lowering ur standards due to past experience </3
thank youuu! i pray i’ll get a man like that — someone who would actually put in effort. again thank you so much qi, mwahmwah to you and i hope youre currently having the best life possible <333
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rei-does-stuff · 3 years
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Stick was problematic to the gang and caused a lot of heartache and drama. It just seems like you are trying to stir up trouble by bringing them up. Just let it be in the past and move on. No need to open old wounds.
Fuck off.
I am not gonna have this discussion with a braindead anon like you. Either block me or shut up.
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akakeiiji · 4 years
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drama! xD the same with Kuroo, bokuto and Oikawa only that this time they really do a hard serve, and s/o full knot gets on the back of the head and faints for a few seconds
THIS HAPPENED TO ME BEFORE UGH I was just walking around the courtyard when a stray volleyball suddenly slammed into my head :’( I fell onto the ground and broke my glasses, it sucked so much aaa
✂︎・・・masterlist
-`,✎ Kuroo, Bokuto and Oikawa's reaction to you fainting after getting hit by their serves
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Kuroo Tetsurou
He could feel his heart literally drop at the sight of you stumbling after the ball made contact with your head
He acts on instinct and is immediately kneeling by your side despite being on the other end of the gym
When you don't respond at first the tears were literally about to spill right then and there but you start stirring after a few seconds
He probably seems like the calmest out of the three but he's internally on complete panic mode right now
He tries to keep his composure mostly for you and his screaming club members
He's actually researched a lot about this after getting into volleyball because he knows how dangerous the sport can get im still convinced that he's a doctor now, fite me
He immediately rushes you to the infirmary, holding you up despite saying you could walk
His immediate concern is the possibility of you having a concussion but the school nurse reassures you and your worrisome boyfriend plus the team who are hovering by the infirmary entrance that you were fine
Kuroo immediately leaves practice early and takes you home after that, holding your hand the entire time
He'd be watching you worriedly out of the corner of his eye as you walked home in case you stumbled or showed signs of dizziness
Once you were home he'd immediately tuck you into bed, place a cold compress on the bump on your head and basically become your personal nurse
You'd say it's unnecessary but he'd insist
Only when you two were alone would he open up about the fear he felt when you fainted, he'd be hugging you the entire time, tears prickling in his eyes as he's apologizing profusely
"What if I hurt you? I wouldn't be able to forgive myself."
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Oikawa Tooru
He literally saw the whole scene unfold in slow motion when the ball started veering in your direction instead of his intended target, iwa-chan the water bottles laid across the court
He was already running towards you before you fell onto the ground
He'd be paralyzed with fear as he held your motionless body in his arms but you started stirring after a few seconds of frantically calling your name
When you started responding, that's when his tears began trailing down his cheeks, both out of relief and concern
He hates crying in front of people like this but his overwhelming guilt and worry was too much
He brings you to the infirmary immediately, knowing full well how powerful his serves are
He'd have to momentarily leave the infirmary while the nurse was checking you for signs of a concussion because he just felt so guilty
He'd cry quietly in the hallway, blaming his supposed lack of skill and carelessness, as Iwaizumi would comfort him telling him that it wasn't his fault
When you walk out before Oikawa could go back to the, telling them that you were completely fine and Oikawa would immediately wrap you in his arms and bury his face in your hair as he muttered apology after apology
He'd actually do this as well to hide his face because he doesn't want you to see him crying and because he thinks his crying face is ugly
"Promise you won’t ever scare me like that again, please."
Even after informing him that the nurse said you were fine, he'd still continue asking "Are you okay?" every five minutes
He'd cut practice short for the day and spend the rest of the day with you
The whole time he'd be with you, he'd be watching you like a hawk
If you so much as close your eyes for a second bit too long he'd immediately ask if you were dizzy or had a headache, his phone already in his hand ready to call for an ambulance
On the way home, he'd buy you all sorts of snacks and food, an unspoken token of apology
He would try banning you from the gym during practice but you never listened
Whenever you did come by to watch or visit, Oikawa would be so wary he wouldn't be able to focus on the actual game
"You're not getting hurt again, not on my watch."
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Bokuto Koutarou
Chaos, pure unadulterated chaos
He'd be by your side in a split second, screaming and panicking
Why weren't you moving? Did he kill you?
He'd be sobbing fat tears, as he tried to coax you awake
When you opened your eyes, Bokuto would be so overwhelmed with relief that he'd just start sobbing even more as he pulled you closer to his chest
Akaashi, composed and ready as usual tho he's panicking too ngl, was the one who told Bokuto to bring you to the infirmary
This brought him to his senses mostly and he'd carry you bridal style to the clinic
The nurse would be so confused at the sight of a sobbing Bokuto bursting into the room with you, sheepishly smiling at her, in his arms
Asides from that everyone in the team came with you two, both in concern for you and to emotionally support their captain 
Even after the nurse informed everyone that you were fine, Bokuto would still be distraught
He'd fall into his worst case of dejection mode yet, just knowing that he put you in harms way tore away at his heart
Even Akaashi, the unofficial Bokuto wrangler, didn't know what to do
He'd cling onto you for the rest of the day, not daring to leave your side and always having some form of skin to skin contact
He wasn't sobbing anymore but he was still sniffling and tearing up sometimes
If he apologized one more time you were probably going to duct tape his mouth shut
He ends up sleeping over at your place that night because he couldn't bear leaving you
He cuddles into you the whole night, he's kind of like a wounded puppy, you have to comfort him the whole time, constantly reassuring him that you're fine and that it wasn't his fault
It would take him a few more days to get back on his groove in regards to volleyball. He just keeps worrying he’ll hurt someone during practice 
But with your and the team’s unwavering support he bounces back like the ball colliding on your head to his usual self in no time
You thought he got over the incident until he gave you a bicycle helmet on the day of one of his matches
“Just in case! What if the ball flies up and hits you in the stands?” 
“Babe, no—”
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rouiyan · 3 years
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hmm im quite new to tumblr and honestly am dissapointed with the lack of GOOD doyoung fics on here. can I request a scenario or a drabble (whichever u see fit) of doyoung taking me along when 127 were touring and the moments we had (backstage/fights and making up/ comforting when he felt unsatisfied with his perfomance/moments with some other members too) I just miss 127 touring a lot !! and ofc if this is too complicated u can refuse lol
hey lovely, this ended up way longer than it should have been but it’s really just a bunch of drabbles strung together that have somewhat coherence to another. i liked the way it turned out though and i hope that you do too <3 
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𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 — idol!doyoung x (gender neutral) reader ✧ genres : established relationship, fluff, angst ✧ word count : 4.7k ✧ disclaimers : swearing, food
synopsis — snapshots of what it's like to travel with your boyfriend. oh an his nine other teammates.
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“how much space do you have left there?”
doyoung peers over you, chin propped atop your shoulder, and even though he sees for himself quite plainly, you supply him with an answer anyways, “not much, just the front pocket now.” his chin digs and you shift your head the slightest in his direction, to appease him with your attention maybe. he doesn’t budge nor speak so you take it upon yourself. “what?”
“quick kiss?”
plucking the garment from the assortment of items he'd passed along, you inspect it with curious eyes, "you gonna wear this?"
"huh? oh, that." he sits back on his knees, then onto his bottom, then crossing his legs, "i thought i'd give sleeveless a try." you don't mean for it to come out offensively, rather teasingly in actuality, "you?"
unbothered, he simply muses on, "yeah, me. why?" with eyes rushed and flitting across his surroundings for a sight of his phone. now you're even less in the intent of offending him, more so just pushing his buttons in the face of humor, a humor that's evident in the way you glance up from the tee, eyes locking with his own and shadowing with mischief, "with what muscles?"
doyoung clicks his tongue, sticks it into the side of his cheek, and now back on his knees, treads over to where you're sat, countenance teeming with amusement. his demeanor himself traces in the slight of a smile that's yet to appear, only held back as he defends his biceps, "hey, i've been working out, you know." you watch him situate himself once again, legs crossing just opposite of your own. placing both your hands on both his knees, you lean in, lips puckered and nose scrunched either in emphasis or hilarity, he isn't quite sure though he thinks it's cute. that is, until you speak again, "you want your kiss? how bout now?" and he mirrors with an, "i'll pass," standing to retreat back into the hunt for his missing phone, head shaking all the while at your devious antics.
minutes later and upon finding it within the folds of his sheets, doyoung reverts his attention back to you who, by the looks of it, has just finished packing for the night with both sides of your suitcase clamped shut but yet to be zipped. his feet are planted firm on the ground when you move to stand in between them. they're off the ground a moment later when you push him back into the bed with an 'umph' and a hug that pulls both your bodies flush against each other's.
you'd go on about it for days but to you, doyoung has always been a silent lover. a kind of lover that people would mistake as just 'a friend of yours' or sometimes even a brother, cousin, relative of the sorts. by no means is he vocal with his love for you, and though times are abundant when you find yourself at dead ends with the thoughts of how he seemingly flits between, in and out of love, the one thing that never fails to reassure you is how he holds you tight. 
forehead on his chest and arms laced around his back, you do your best to hold him as closely as he does you but it's impossible, you think, and not because of his so-called 'muscles.' the intimacy you share with him is bred from comfort, apprehension, normality. it's apparent when he next speaks, voice lower and reserved for when you are close and the tingling feeling in his heart softens his regard a tenfold, "excited?"
you lift your head to peer up at him. the same softness is returned in your one-word response, "elated," as you thud your temple back upon his chest. the chuckles he give reverberate beneath you, "sarcasm or no?" a shake of your head is given but doyoung craves more. hands on your waist, he manhandles you, in the gentlest possible way, so that your head lies in the dip of his neck, arms around his shoulder, and legs on either side of him. he knows that at this point, your energy is already teetering the lines of consciousness. he makes the most of what little you have left.
"kiss me?"
a sloppy peck is left at the foot of his neck and your lips stay there for the rest of the night.
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the wind slaps at the skin of your face. you swipe away a hair or two that it'd blown into your mouth, open as you exclaim into the wide air before you. the city air is noticeably laden with light pollution and carbon emissions alike but it's refreshing to you who has spent the greater part of the day limited to a cramped airplane seat. the shuffle of feet, a sound that's barely discernible in the mix of whizzing cars and honks, calls for your attention from behind. heeding to it, you find  doyoung, swaddled in a sizeable down coat, with his eyes squinted in the wind. "coming in soon? you've been out here yelling for almost twenty minutes."
you give him a look that makes it seem as if the situation were of a scolding mom and a naughty child. it's like you're adhering to the script because apprehensiveness does indeed rest in your wary response, "i just wanted to try it, like how they do in the dramas, you know?"
his tone chides, "yeah, yeah i know," while dragging you back inside the warmth of the hotel room, sitting you atop the bed, crouching before you. "doyoung, what are you-" though bizarre, the prospect of a ring emerging from behind his back does cross your mind. instead, he draws forth a bottle of wine.
you comment on it a little later, four hours, with jaehyun sprawled upon the bed to your left, snores loud and resounding in between the sentences of your hushed (and very much drunken) conversation. "you know, earlier when you brought out the wine, i thought you were actually going to propose to me." under the lamplight from the bedside table, your boyfriend's cheeks are tinged a soft pink, flusteredness maybe, inebriation surely. his head slops forwards onto your stomach, off and out of the hold of his palm, and lolls there for awhile before his dwindling bouts of energy jolt him upright. the sudden movement of his elbows digging into your abdomen have you groaning until a light smack is landed on his forehead. doyoung gives you a sleazy smile.
"maybe."
suddenly you're very much sobered up. "what'd you say?" though doyoung is still very much intoxicated as his head tumbles down upon your stomach once more, mumbling against your skin, "i did bring a ring to surprise you. i don't know if now's the time though, what do you think?" you don't think, in fact, you are completely and utterly void of thoughts. his, "hm?" pulsates from beneath you but even then, you're at a loss of words.
"i think—" i think yes. "i think you ought to go to sleep." 
when you will your eyes upon his figure, perhaps a minute later, you find that per your instruction, he's already fast asleep.
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the flight from jakarta to london is 15 hours (too) long and you'd planned to spend a good chunk of it doing what you were doing now, seat reclined the furthest possible and knees brought up to your chest to prop up your switch. you'd come to the conclusion that packing your earbuds in your suitcase that went into cargo was perhaps your first big mistake; your second, forgetting to ask doyoung for his before he fell asleep. with the volume turned to mute for the past four hours and counting, you scrunch your nose as your animal crossing character silently stumbles across another wasp-laden tree, third in a row, but before you're able to net it, your boyfriend stirs from beside you, his fingers tapping incessantly on your wrist to call for your attention. you glance over at him, "what?" and when you glance back to the screen, you're displeased, to say the least, to see that your character now has a swollen eye, courtesy of the wasp and its programmed sting.
the look on your face when you drop your feet to the ground, the device dropping to your lap, is enough to get doyoung to cut straight to the point. "i need to brush my teeth, wanna come with me?" puzzlement clouds your expression and he furthers in explanation, "you know, to save time?" still not quite getting his point, you nod along anyways, thinking a little walk and stretch to the bathroom wouldn't hurt. "okay." 
taking his outstretched hand, the journey to the bathroom turns out to to be the most stressful. the whole row of three very tall men (jungwoo, jaehyun, and johnny in that order) with their very long legs making the situation a lot more complicated than need be. you end up tripping once over jungwoo's left foot, twice over jaehyun's right shoe, and thrice over johnny's right knee, a lot higher than where any normal knee should mark when planted straight on the ground.
the lock on the lavatory clicks shut behind you right when you realize just how small the compartment is. doyoung closes the toilet lid and props a knee upon it, leaving you with enough space to place your legs shoulder-length wide at most. you look over at him, or rather, you tilt your head slightly to the right and chuckle into the fabric of his hoodie, his chest pressed into your face. you manage between your chuckles, "go on, brush your teeth." 
his arms bustle their way around and about you to grab at one of the packaged toothbrushes at the left of the sink and a paper cup at the right. there really is no way around it though a moment later, he relents by taking both legs upon the toilet seat to accommodate you. his kneeling stance stunts his height so that you're at about eye level with him. "here," you pass along the toothpaste and he flicks a dot of it on the brush. instead of stretching over to the sink, he simply passes along the toothbrush for you to run under water, passes the cup for you to do the same, and accepts them back with grateful hands. "you know, this would've been a lot more efficient if you'd just gone by yoursel—"
"i know," he says it as if unimpressed, though it sounds more like 'iiroe' (or some other incoherent keyboard spam) as he continues to brush his teeth. you prop your hands upon your hips, both elbows hitting opposing walls and a teasing lilt is added to your voice, "are you mad you brought me along?" you're not sure if he's smiling or if he's simply following through with his teeth-washing regimen. doyoung shakes his head, "no." you smile at that.
you know for a fact that he's smiling when the two of you switch spots, quite the haphazard move for your head clunks onto an overhanging cabinet while his back is then subjected to half your falling weight. a hand of yours is quick to clamp over his mouth right when you gather your bearings because his laughs come out loud in between panting breaths. you're terrified at the thought of being caught by a passing stewardess who'd suspected two people and some funny business upon breaking in, only to find two people, yes, but one brushing teeth on the closed toilet lid and the other laughing hysterically with a hand clutching his sore back. 
doyoung backs out of the bathroom at first alone, head snapping left and right in a spy-in-a-secret-agent-movie-esque way, before tugging you behind him, the folding door clapping shut. he waits as you prod careful steps over the three soundly sleeping men and he grins when his turn comes and he epically fails in his attempt to cross over in one, sweeping step. he apologizes sheepishly at the three, now awake though still very tall, men and he turns back to you, only then letting the suppressed sniggers out. 
if not your lover, doyoung is your best friend. there's something reassuring about having someone that always has your back. whether it just be laughing with you, crying with you, sitting with you in silence as you both scroll through your phones, or even now, as he peers over your shoulder to watch your little character fish the same sea bass over and over again. you like the comfort that you share with him, the comfort you were so lucky to have happened upon.
the armrest in between is pushed up as you slip your switch back into the front pocket of his backpack. doyoung holds an arm out and you slip into the warmth of his side, head bobbing to the turbulence and onto the heights of his shoulder. he glances down at you, briefly, and when your eyes meet his, they curve into the sleepiest of smiles. the two of you sleep with the pace of your breaths in tandem with each other's, the two of you wake under the announcements of a landing, and your fingers hook onto the sides of his backpack as he leads the way off the plane, in a single file line all the way.
doyoung drapes a jacket over your shoulders the second you break the open air of london and he hooks the same jacket above your head where the awning of the airport stops and the thundering skies continue their downpour where it left off. his hand provides cover as you duck into the car, so as to prevent you from hitting the frame of the door, and when he slides in, right next to you as always, you grab his hand in your own, eyeing each other with the indications of a smile. 
it's then, as you point to the little droplets that whizz across the window of the car, that doyoung finds himself face to face with the same conclusion that he comes to time and time again. he loves you, a lot.
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the palm of his hands slide down the satin fabric of his slacks, repeatedly. the look you throw his way has him gulping. "you sure you're not nervous?" his hands stop midway, too obvious it seems. "not at all." a quirk of your lips is given in response as you take the seat next to him in the waiting room. you watch as he tucks his bottom lip under teeth and you watch as his hands shift in their continuation down his thighs but retract and interlink as if they'd remembered not to do so. a stage manager knocks once before bursting in, sweat trickling down the sides of her face and a side of her headphones pulled backwards of an ear. she pants though the show has yet to begun. "five minutes and he has to get backstage," is what she directs at you and you pair your nod with a kind smile, signaling her exit.
the interaction only seems to ignite increasing bouts of anxiety from your already antsy boyfriend so you take his hands in yours, situating your body a smidgen to the right, and do your best to absorb his attention in something, anything else that could sidetrack his nerves for just those five minutes. 
"excited for tomorrow?" doyoung's hands squirm in yours and his facial expression morphs into a flicker of confusion before righting itself and following through with a reply, albeit half-hearted, "yeah, i guess."
"it's your first day off in awhile," you give his hand a squeeze, "and we get to explore the city, all by ourselves." he only nods along and though you're sure your attempt is futile, you hope that it falls through, "and new york's up next huh, i bet the snow will be real prett-"
"what are you getting at?"
it takes a second for you to process what he'd just did, what he'd just said, "what?" though looking at him, he's nonchalant as ever; the tone in which he rejoins makes it seem as if he's ticked off somehow, "why are you telling me this?" 
doyoung's brows draw to a point and it throws you off. he is ticked off. and it's plausibly that realization that gets you taking a stand for yourself as well, voice now clipped, "i just thought that i could preoccupy your thoughts for a bit, you seem so ne-"
"y/n." stopped in your tracks, you blink back at him benumbed. "i've already got enough on my plate as it is, why can't you just let me deal with my own shit?" 
there's something brooding beneath the face you put on for him. he sees it surfacing and he has enough sense to pay mind to it. that is, until you retort, "your own shit? then why the fuck am i-" 
"yes, my own shit. last i checked, i'm the one going up on that stage tonight so stop talking as if it's our job." and his defenses are held back up, sky-high, untouchable. doyoung's scowling at you as if you've never been more wrong in your life when in fact, you're almost positive that he's never been more at fault. the clench in his jaw, his hardened eyes, edged stance, everything about him in the moment jars you and you want nothing more than to punch him square in the nose (you do have quite the mad uppercut) but you restrain yourself under the pretense that he's minutes, maybe even seconds, away from being called to the stage, to perform.
sighing, the only thought that comes to your mind as you gather your bearings along with your belongings is the feeling that creeps between the synapses that once had held tight in your belief of his support, of his leniency, of his affections when it came to you. you swallow thickly, bag in hand and other hand reaching out for your coat, because you're sure you've never felt as unwanted as you do now, in front of him, glowering in your presence. at least the glint in his eyes soften when you come to a stop in front of him. 
doyoung peers up at you then, dubiously, and the first urge he receives is to duck his head back down. he feels small, and not because he's sitting and you're standing. he feels small, infinitesimal, with the knowledge that somewhere in those five minutes, things had gone awfully awry with little hope in rectifying in the little time left. the air that hangs heavy between the two of you remains silent, save for the unspoken passing of words that neither of you acknowledge. you're the first, and last, to break it.
"are you mad you brought me along?"
doyoung wishes he'd been quicker in denying. maybe that would've been enough to keep you from excusing yourself the second the stage manager had made her reappearance. maybe that would've been enough to get you to stay, to watch him, to cheer him on, to support him. maybe that would've calmed his nerves, finally, at last. he doesn't know, he's having a hard time deciphering his thoughts, chunking through his regrets, wallowing in his worries. 
doyoung gets into position. the only thing he knows is that he's in the right spot, the glow-in-the-dark tape tells him so. he'll have to sing soon, and maybe his scratchy voice will add to his pile of regrets. he'll have to dance too, to remember formations, stage directions, but the idea seems so far away, foreign, when all he can think of is the look on your face as the seconds dragged on, waiting for him to say 'no,' to say 'of course not,' to say 'i'm sorry, i love you.'
he's having a hard time because even now, long after you've left, the words stay lodged in his throat. and as the screams from just beyond grow louder and louder, as the lights overhead grow brighter and brighter, doyoung finds himself face to face with the same conclusion that he comes to time and time again. he needs you, he needs you more than ever.
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it's dark and cold when doyoung first enters. to the right, he flicks the light on mindlessly to be met with an empty room. he supposes that it's warranted. setting his backpack upon the bed, sheets still pulled crisp and unfurled, he almost succumbs to the taunts of sleep that entice him but a single thought of you rectifies him, hand fishing out his phone from a back pocket of his jeans. 
it's then that he notices, with a startle that rivals a starring victim in a horror movie, the door to the balcony propped open a finger's length. he takes a glance back at the entrance to see your discarded shoes that had went unnoticed just seconds before, he figures. the curtains that skirt the adjacent windows billow in the wind that veers past the crack allotted, the gusts that becomes stronger and more fervid with each step doyoung takes in the direction. there's no creak that accompanies the swinging of the door, though he wishes there were so he wouldn't have to break his presence to you so suddenly. the second thing he notices, just behind the fact that you are indeed out here, is that the air is a biting cold, explaining the initial temperature he was met with upon entering. 
you're wearing the same, thin sweatshirt that you had donned for your backstage viewing of the concert, regrettably the coat had been neglected in your state. from the far edge of the balcony, you know there's a whole world splayed out before you, buildings lower, taller, equally as tall as the high-rise of your hotel, winding streets that never seemed to end, traffic that never seemed to move. you know, but it's impossible to see for yourself with the tears in your eyes that come as fast as they go.
time is stagnant, has been for hours upon hours, for you. for you also, crying is foreign territory, really, you'd like to consider yourself headstrong in the face of conflict and composed in the face of inner turmoil. it feels silly to find yourself hundreds of feet in the air and hundreds of miles away from home, sobbing in the light of an ineffectual fight with your boyfriend of three years. and it isn't as if the fight proved detrimental to the relationship, it was trivial in all the ways that pointed to the single course of action being to simply make up with him and move on. but somehow, your hesitance holds in resilience. 
you don't want to admit how unnerving it was to see an argument stem from such a small trifle, such a small amount of time, such a lack of care. why is it that situations that seem so small in their doing hold the most significance in their passing?
doyoung clears his throat and now you're the starring victim in a horror movie. a, "holy fuck!" accompanies the startle and the knuckle-white grip that both of your hands impose upon the rail. he steps fully out of the hotel room, into the frigid air of a london night, a london midnight in the middle of winter. "sorry, i- i'm back." rather lame but there's little headspace for you (or him for the matter) to process that. 
with a hand still on the nob, doyoung stands stiff across from you who is slowly but surely withering in the realization of how pitiful you must look, hair mussed in the wind, tear tracks evident, and the remnant pants that your hiccups had left in the wake of your breakdown. if not pitiful, then straight up pathetic. 
"are you okay?"
you blink at him. there's not much else you can say except, "yeah, i'm okay."
doyoung takes a step closer, a hand off the nob and the door clicks shut behind him. two more steps and he's a two foot distance from where you're stood on the far right of the terrace, gaze intent on his every action. he doesn't say anything at all, and what vexes you the most, he simply opens his arms wide, a forlorn sort of smile settling across his features. his apology.
there's not much else you can do except to give in to his embrace, reminiscent of all the love you've ever come to know, all the love you will ever know. you cry again, once in his arms; something about the smell of him, the warmth he gives off on a cold winter night, that gets you sniffling into his chest, finger fisting his own sweatshirt at the small of his back. a hand of his rounds your figure and holds you upright, the other is lain on the back of your head, soft strokes to tell you that he does care, he's here for you. really, the one thing that never fails to reassure you is how he holds you tight. 
hundreds of miles from home, scratch that, because right there in his arms, there is nothing more convincing than the fact that doyoung is your home, you are home.
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mark sips on his smoothie until the straw begins to make those whistle-y, echo-y sounds that tell of how he's finished the drink. a passing waitress takes the emptied glass from him and he gives a nod to her muttered, "refill?" 
glancing back, he's met with a plate of food that's been cleared for a good while now and a table of mostly drunk boys that can't seem to get a hold of themselves. taeil, quite the horrific drunk, is slopped over haechan's side. neither of them seem to notice. and then there's yuta, taeyong, and jungwoo, all seated in a row and all with their heads fallen straight on the table, backs hunched over. sicheng and johnny are nowhere to be seen but mark supposes it wouldn't be all that odd to find one of them lain out flat on the floor, or underneath the table, or even suspended from the ceiling at this point. 
mark glances across the table, locks eyes with jaehyun who had also decided to remain sober for the night. jaehyun gives a nudge of his head over to his right, to where mark looks to his left to see you and doyoung at the end of the table engrossed in conversation, so much so that it seems as if you're leaning into each other, elbows propped on the table and all. he could chalk it up to the speakers, the music was turned pretty loud, so naturally you'd lean in to hear the other better. or maybe, mark thinks, maybe the two of you are just naturally drawn to each other, a thing that happens to couples as he'd heard, subconscious actions like these are plausible as well. or maybe, mark thinks, but his train of thought is interrupted when the waitress returns with his strawberry smoothie, straw exchanged and drink refilled. he takes it from her, a gracious, "thank you," supplied and when she turns to leave he takes a sip, turning back himself.
whatever made it into his mouth is spat right back out when he sees the scene unfolding before him. here is mark's inner narration on what's happening:
doyoung-hyung's not in his seat, huh. oh there, he's standing, no wait—now he's kneeling, oh, he's kneeling. what's he getting from his pocket? a box, it's a teeny box. he's opening teeny box, oh fuck, oh jesus, oh he's proposing. he's asking you to marry him. oh my god, what if you don't say ye-
"yes."
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✧ end note — hey anon, i hope that you thought it was a GOOD fic. if not, ahem, i apologize for taking up your time. but really, this fic holds together so many mini ideas that i had but were never substantial enough to turn into writing so thank you for giving me a base to build off of, i enjoyed writing it very much <3
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I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR BEAUTY AND THE BEAST IDEA. But may I also propose: Magnus cursed from a young age (probably bc of Asmodeus) that anyone who touches him is hurt by a blast of magic he can't control. (This may result in his mother's death). He locks himself away of his own will. Alec teaches then that it's fear that makes him lash out. Featuring: touch starved Magnus.
this idea is GENIUS actually and i love it. tbh me and my friend have a similar idea that we talk to each other about (lol) but it isn't a B&B thing, its more of an adventure AU. anyway, lets go!
so in this universe i guess magnus banished asmodeus like in the original sh verse but asmodeus cursed him with the "everyone you touch will be in indescribable pain" thing. maybe just as revenge, maybe to try and use it as bargaining chip because okay magnus, is it freedom that u want? u want to be able to have ur own friends and ur own life? fine. get me back, and ill leave u alone, and ull be free to have friends again. if not, ull be still isolated just like before. so is it gonna be win-win, or lose-lose?
but magnus doesn't budge because he knows that if he lets asmodeus free things will only get worse not only for him, but for the whole world. he is too dangerous to be out there. so, magnus resigns to his fate
and i guess in this version he wouldnt have a lot of close friends because he had been with asmodeus his whole life before he was cursed, so he was just. alone in his self-imposed isolation with no one to talk to. maybe he enchants the furniture so they gain sentience but they can't really feel pain, so at least he has someone to talk to. god im so fucking sad already
so is the furniture his friends in canon? im not entirely sure how i feel about that but also the idea of ragnor as that clock from the original movie is great. thats my most important thought on the subject ngl
btw its 4 degrees Celsius in here so im typing with gloves on so ull have to excuse my typos i am a mere brazilian and i want death
anyway okay so i guess his friends are like pieces of furniture that he spelled into sentience and they aren't his servants or anything cuz that's gross but they just like, hang out. wow im actually managing to type pretty well all things considered
so at least magnus has people to talk to but he's still touch starved because you know... a clock can't hug you and that'd just be weird. maybe them becoming sentient was an accident? lmao like magnus just wanted to automate some functions like having the clock talk to tell him the time or something and it turned out that they became sentient. possibly his magic is a little fucky because of the curse so that's why that happened? or maybe he just is way more powerful than he realizes and we all know he invented the spells he used to try and automate the things anyway. but if he gets people to talk to, well, he's not complaining
im focusing too much on this. anyway. id also like to note that im making rapha the cook/stove thing because i mean, come on. it's right there
and ok i guess alec comes into this because he uhhhhhh no u know i might go with that izzy thing. so izzy ran away from home because of maryse's bullshit and alec was sent to bring her back. so he was going after her but in the middle of the path there was the whole wolf attack thing that scared off his horse and LUCKILY magnus' house/tower/whatever was right next!!! so of course they take alec and his horse in but also WHOOPS there's a huge snowstorm that lasts for days (par the course for where magnus lives, actually. he DID want somewhere people would avoid. but also i think maybe his magic being fucky has something to do with it) so i guess alec is stuck at magnus' for the foreseeable future
which is HELL for magnus because he is terrified out of his mind that they will accidentally touch and alec will be hurt. and like.... his Constant Crave For Touch is already bad on a regular day, but having someone who could actually hug him in theory just makes it worse, you know? he hasn't interacted with other human beings in so long, just having one there is enough to make his need for touch almost unbearable and just... completely constant. it's hell
so magnus is scared, which means that he keeps to himself. so he tells alec not to go into his room, he tries not to eat at the same time, and other stuff like that, bUT his friends keep sabotaging his plans because they want him to have another friend, jesus christ!! (rapha being like "come on now magnus, you don't want my soup to get cold, do you? i'll be deeply offended. i guess you have no choice but to eat with alec". so magnus goes but the first thing he does is magic his regular table into a gigantic rectangular table with 41908410 seats and seat on on the side opposite to alec. alec just sighs
so like he's constantly coming across as rude because he is trying to avoid alec, alec just doesn't know why
but alec is also a stubborn bitch who goes stir crazy and refuses to just sit around isolated doing nothing while they wait for the stupid storm to finally be over so he can go get his sister. and magnus saved his life, so it's the least he can do to repay him in some way. besides, this is what, the first time that he's been completely away from his mom? for such a long time too? and he's finding that he feels... weirdly free and just relieved and he doesn't want to waste that opportunity with standing idly around alone all day. he had enough of that at home, thank you very much
besides yeah magnus is being rude but alec is used to straight up assholes and abusers (jace. i'm talking about jace. also maryse ofc but mostly jace) and magnus is not that. in fact he makes very polite conversation and is actually pretty fun during dinner, all things considered. he's just.... super private, i guess
AND magnus' friends are all being a nightmare with the making them interact so you know. they end up interacting. and alec makes it a point to help him take care of his house because it is a certified Depression Lair™. magnus can take care of it magically but it's like... so dark and almost suffocating at times and there is stuff like bad painting and piping problems that he never bothered to fix because it isn't affecting the functionality too much but it DOES makes life harder and alec "everything must be at 100% always" lightwood is not here for it so for a few days they are working on fixing the house and... magnus actually feels a lot better when the place has actual sunlight and looks inviting and like a home, he has to admit. when he says that to alec it might be the first time he's given him a real smile and man, is alec smitten
sidenote i guess this means that magnus doesn't exactly... dress well in this au lmaoo i mean it makes sense too because canonically magnus uses dressing up as a way to convey an image of power and untouchability and he doesn't really need that in this AU since he is completely isolated. so i guess he is a bit more like twi magnus - bare-faced and wearing comfortable clothes and the like. this isn't a twi au i'm just saying that it makes more sense for him to dress like that in that context
anyway. after the whole house fixing thing, they officially become friends. it turns out that alec also knows a bit about what it's like to feel isolated and touch-starved (altho he's always had izzy to help in that department, but still) and also what crappy parents are like. magnus shows alec his little mirror that he's enchanted to be able to show him anything he wants and how he uses it to be able to see all the places in the world he'd like to visit - he loves people, he loves culture, and sometimes it's all he can do to watch what's going on in Mumbai and it makes him feel a little better, so, he does that. he also admits that sometimes he catches on some drama happening and uses the mirror to see the people involved and make sure they are okay. kinda like a soap opera of his own but he has the means to interfere and help because of magic, so he will have someone who's struggling with money suddenly find hidden cash or have an "unknown dead relative" give them a lot of money in their will, or something like that. and if he also watches some of their personal drama that unfolds, well. he is lonely and it's not hurting anyone
but magnus doesn't tell him about the curse, and he still makes sure to keep his distance. it stings a little to alec, but it hurts magnus the most because fuck, maybe he just desperately needs someone who will give him the time of day, but he likes this guy and that only makes it harder to keep his distance. he makes it a point to always be at at least two arms length from alec, which alec thankfully respects and doesn't try to get him to breach, but. shit. it's still so hard to not want to just rest his head on his shoulder or get a hug or even fucking touch pinkies like stupid children and he can't. alec even once jokingly suggests that they have a ball since magnus doesn't know how to dance and magnus is actually excited for a second before he remembers that he can't, it would have to mean that alec touches him, and he can't
someone - maybe ragnor - even suggests that maybe he could try gloves and heavy clothing so alec isn't really touching him but magnus refuses to try because he doesn't want to risk it not working and alec getting hurt, because he'd never forgive himself. besides, getting a taste would only make it hurt more. he can't. he can't
but it's alright because at least he has some human company - he loves his friends, he does, fiercely, but it's different when they kind of have no choice but to be with him and also are enchanted creatures. he doesn't even know if they aren't nice to him just because he enchanted them into life, even tho to be fair if he had a choice ragnor wouldn't be that grouchy - and alec makes him laugh and gets him and helped make his place feel more like home, a little bit. and he can pretend that he feels the warmth from alec's body when they are sitting by the fire and feed these crumbs to his desperate need for touch and company
and then the snowstorm ends and it's time for alec to go
honestly, alec himself is kind of heartbroken, but- he loves his sister, and he can't just leave her alone in god knows where, even if he dreads the thought of coming back home now that he's been away from his family for so long. but magnus doesn't want to keep him, and doesn't want alec to feel pity for him, so he's all but pushing alec out of the door (not literally, of course. he can't do that, it would mean touching him) all "go, go, you never know when another storm might start. go see your sister. take my mirror, you can find her more easy". and alec's all "but it's been the only thing-" and magnus waves him off, of course, all "i can always make myself another one. besides, you'll have something to remember me by. now go"
so.... alec goes
and hooo boy magnus is heartbroken and a mess because even tho he knew how much having someone else there helped he had almost forgotten what it was like to be the only human in the house. he just feels extra lonely and even kind of bad about it because hey, his friends are there - not that they begrudge him for it, of course. it's not like they don't also hope for the chance to get out of the house and do other things, but well. they can't. so they understand him. and they know how awful he's feeling right then, but what can they do?
meanwhile alec finds izzy pretty quickly - she's living with this one insufferable villager named clary that alec absolutely can't stand, but- she's happy. and she doesn't want to come back, which alec expected, but he finds that he can't actually insist for her to come back. how could he, when he himself doesn't want to go?
and izzy insists that he stays with her - there's no reason for him to come back. they can stay in the village, and work, and build a life for themselves. alec is the only thing she's been missing ever since she left, and in here the both of them can actually be happy. and do it together, like they're meant to
and when he first gets into the village is the first time since izzy ran away that he was hugged and fuck, it's hard to say no to her
but also... he misses magnus already
and he doesn't know if he can just stay and leave him behind
and of course izzy is like "who is magnus?" so alec tells her the story, how he was attacked by wolves and rescued by this house that miraculously was in the middle of the single most inhospitable placealec had ever seen in his life. and the kind but wary stranger who always keeps his distance but seems so eager for connection, who made alec feel welcome and laugh and feel like he built a life for himself there
and clary tells him that she's heard of the story, but she never knew it was more than a legend - no one really remembers what happened. some say that magnus made a sacrifice to rid the village of a demon, and it turned him into a beast, forever locked in his castle. some say that he himself is the demon, and it's the tower that's containing him and keeping the village safe. some even say that he died battling the demon, and it's his ghost that keeps watch on the tower
she wants alec to explain which one is true, but it's all alec can say that none of these are right and he knows nothing because magnus never told him. all alec knows is that he doesn't want to leave magnus behind
and clary is like... well, if he's not a demon or a ghost, maybe we could bring him to the village too. he has magic, right? he could bring the tower closer. and maybe the other villagers could, you know, visit him and hang out. and he wouldn't be as lonely, and then alec and izzy could both stay
driven by this failproof plan, they decide to go back to magnus and tell him their great idea
except they are IDIOTS and forget about. you know. the damn wolves
and like holy shit is this pack big or what? like no seriously why are there infinite wolves in that one singular pack in beauty and the beast. like holy shit dude there's more wolves near the beast's house than in the whole yellowstone park
anyway there are Many Wolves and while alec is a good archer, izzy is a fantastic fighter, and clary is Fucking Crazy if you give her something stabby, there's only so many wolves they can take on at the same time
good thing magnus is a pining idiot who did in fact make himself another magic mirror and was watching alec with it. so he knows that the dumbass is in trouble and for the first time in years, he uses the portal (his own invention, and he had never gotten to use it before!) to get to them and fight off the wolves
so magnus saves all their lives, at the cost of getting severely injured and passing the fuck out. izzy, who's the one closest, runs to get to him and help put him on one of their horses... and is immediately hit by a blast of magic that almost makes HER pass tf out too
which is when they finally learn that, oh. that is the curse
izzy is fine, of course - the pain ended as soon as she was away from magnus
but it does pose the problem of How The Fuck Are They Getting Him Back To Safety, because they can't exactly wait for magnus to wake up (it's freezing, for starters) but with this amount of pain it won't be physically possible for them to hoist him up and get him on the horse. shit, will the curse work on the horse?
they bring alec's horse (by far the strongest of them because alec is huge buff mcgee) and try to get him to touch magnus and the spell does NOT work on the horse because in order to be dramatic asmodeus was like "you shall never feel human touch again" when he cast the spell, which accidentally gave a LOOPHOLE for non-human animals. so magnus could have had cats the whole time, which he had always dreamed of, but he didnt want to risk testing. besides, his house would be a poor environment for a cat and [self torture noises]
anyway thats one less problem to deal with, 99 to go, so they use some ropes to hoist magnus on top of the horse and bring him back to the tower (it's closer than the village) so they can tend to his wounds. thankfully, as the assigned Big Brother of a very irresponsible izzy, alec has experience with first aid, altho he never really dealt with anything quite this bad. and magnus' friends help, too, as much as they can. inevitably this means that alec ends up touching him even if by accident sometimes, but he knows what to expect so he Powers Through It because he won't let magnus die, damn. and as horrible as that is alec has experience with powering through pain, so. he's gonna bandage him up god damn it
izzy can't stand to see him dealing with that himself tho, so she helps, and clary ends up helping as well because they figure sharing the pain makes it easier and alec doesn't have to be too hurt. minimal touching accidents for alec! good
*narrator voice* And Then Magnus Wakes Up And Alec Hugs Him
full on launches on top of him and brings him into his arms and Magnus screams like NONONO OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING ALEC NO GET OFF ME YOU'LL BE HURT and his shock and distress at the whole thing sends another whole blast of magic that explodes that whole mf before it can touch alec and alec feels no pain and magnus is like.............. did i just COUNTER the spell? and everyone's like well! it looks like u did!
which earns him ANOTHER hug (oh my god alec stop he's so stressed out by this) (who knew alec was so touchy?) and this time he's paying attention to that gut reaction and because magnus is a Certified Magic Genius he realizes what it is that he's doing to counter the spell and immediately starts working on a way to turn this into unhexxing himself for good
which he DOES after some time idk how long but alec stays with him meanwhile and maybe izzy and clary do too, because magnus needs all the company he can get and besides, izzy has always wanted adventure and clary has never left the village before, so this is interesting to them at least. and magnus gets to meet new ppl which is nice
eventually the Begone Spell spell is performed and it works and turns out that when it does that it also unfucks magnus' magic and perfects his sentience spell turning all of his friends into humans WOW WHOD HAVE THOUGHT. so all of them are free to leave the tower as ppl at the same time and GROUP HUG!! and magnus cries like a baby in the group hug because holy shit hes been needing something like this so bad for so long and he never expected to have that with his friends but here he is :)
and then yeah they all move to the village to live a simple but fulfilling life and Magnus and Alec start living together in a little cottage and become husbands the end <3 this is so long too rip me
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hii i just saw you opened your request for obey me and since i really like your work i was wondering if i could request a mammon scenario where he's dating the reader without his brothers knowing but they end up finding out, maybe they catch them making out or smth like that im dying for read some fluff and comedy about mammon plss 🥺🥺 thank you in advance 🖤🖤🖤🖤
I had so much fun with this request! Thank you so much for asking it and sorry for the wait, anon!
The sun rays warming your skin wake you up with a stir. You move around the sheets, opening your eyes slowly to look around the room. The curtains were mostly drawn except for a small open section of them from where the light was coming in. 
You turn to the side, already stretching your arms out towards your boyfriend.
He’s still half asleep, laying on his side with closed eyes. Even so, his arms make way to your waist, pulling you closer until you’re snuggled against his chest. 
You giggle, unable to resist the urge to playfully flick his forehead, making him grunt. 
“Hey, what’s the big idea?” he says in faux anger, fluttering his eyes open. 
You find yourself lost in his gaze for a long second, your own eyes tracing over every inch of his face, from his chin to the forehead and every single eyelash framing the beautiful blue of his eyes. 
“Y/N?” He calls out, booping your nose. “What happened? Cat ate your tongue?”
You blink, shaking your head. “I got lost in your eyes again. I always do.”
You get the exact reaction you expect and love so much: Mammon with blushing cheeks and averting his gaze. 
“Ya better not say these things to anyone else.” 
You giggle at his pout. “Or what? Will the big bad Avatar of Greed eat me?”
A smirk, followed by the peek of a pink tongue and even redder cheeks. “That can be arranged.”
“What do you m-” you start, ready to tease him even further, but the soft creeping of a hand on your side stops you. It’s warm against your skin, leaving goosebumps on its wake. He embraces you fully as it reaches the curve of your stomach, pulling you into a tight hug.
“I love ya.” he always says it with his face hidden in embarrassment. 
It’s endearing.
And people say he’s senseless. 
Somehow, you’re okay with being the only one who knows this side of him. 
You pull him away from your shoulders - where he’s currently burrowing - and squishes his cheeks in between your palms. “I love you too.”
He blushes even deeper as if that’s possible. “Aish.”
You snuggle further onto him, pulling the mess of blankets on top of your intertwined form. “Let’s stay like this today.”
It’s doable. There are no classes at the weekend, and even Lucifer relaxes on the schedules a bit. You just have to keep out of the way - those who aren’t seen are also not put in charge of any meaningless tasks. 
“Yeah, let’s.” He says, already mid-yawn. 
You might just follow his example and sleep some more. After all, it’s still early and you’re so comfortable slipping under will be easy…
There’s a knock on the door. 
Maybe it won’t be as easy as you thought. 
You take a quick moment to evaluate the situation. Mammon is on your bed, okay, not that weird. It’s happened before. 
But it’s morning. 
And he is very much shirtless. 
Oh, fuck. 
“Wake up!” You shake him. “Go hide!”
He blinks at you, clearly confused. 
It’s adorable, but you - unfortunately - don’t have time for adorable right now.
“Y/N?” Someone calls from outside the door, knocking again. 
Oh god, it’s Asmodeus. 
Out of all the brothers, he’s the one you know won’t be able to keep a secret. 
“On the closet, now!” You whisper to Mammon.
He stumbles out of the bed, now looking more awake. Picking up his shirt on the floor he slips into the closet with a frown and a chain of whispered curse words. 
 “I’m coming, Asmo!” You exclaim, getting up from the bed, not before tidying up a bit because it truly did look like a nest and Asmodeus is too quick on his feet for his own good.
“Well, there’s something I hear way too often,” Asmodeus says with a giggle. 
You can hear Mammon sigh all the way from the back of the closet behind your coat rack.
You open the door with a roll of your eyes.
“Y/N!” Asmodeus greets you with a long hug that sends you both tumbling into the bedroom. “Why did you take so long to answer? I almost thought you didn’t love me anymore!”
You smile at his pout. “I was asleep.”
He squints at you, suddenly way closer than you remember him being. “Is that so?”
“Yeah.” You try not to gulp. Asmodeus can be quite intimidating when he wants to. 
“Trying to fool me is fruitless, Y/N. I can smell it on you, c’mon.” 
His smirk bores a hole into your heart even as you feel it falling down your ass and into the floor. 
“I don’t know what you’re on about.”
The smirk deepens. You have a feeling you just confirmed his theory. “I’m talking about your one night stand. Whoever it is spent the night here.”
You can practically see Mammon having a breakdown hugging your robe.
“Asmo please, as if Lucifer would let me bring anyone over.” You shrug it off, turning away from him to make your bed - and avoid eye contact.
“Oh but he doesn’t know, does he?” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Y/N… you’re naughtier than I expected.”
Your cheeks burn.
He bends himself over the bed, slipping until his face is right under yours. “Tell me who it is.”
“No.” You give up on the duvet and decide to fluff up your pillows instead. 
He rolls around, facing you again. “Oh, please? Pretty please, this is the most interesting thing that happened today, I’m so bored I could die!”
“You’re not gonna die, you drama queen. And I won’t tell.”
He huffs. “You dare deny this face?” He pouts again. 
He’s cute, you have to admit. “Yup.”
He rolls once more, draping himself off the bed with the incredible finesse of, well, the demon of lust. “Fineee, guess I’ll excuse myself, then.” 
You try not to breath out in relief. “See you at lunch?”
He smiles, hand at the door handle. “You just might. Bye, Y/N.”
“Bye, Asmo.” You wave, finally giving a genuine smile. 
“Bye, Mammon!” He says before slamming the door shut. 
Your heart, that had at some point, returned to your ribcage, falls off your ass once more. 
“Well, now Lucifer’s goin’ to kill me for real,” Mammon says from the closet door. 
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Eros et Psyche - Part 3: Philia
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💘 Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Adventure, Drama, s2l, Greek God myth AU
💘 Pairing: Im Jaebeom x (f) OC
💘 Rating: 18+
💘 Warning(s): heartbreak, Aphrodite becomes a mother scorned, revenge, alcohol as a coping mechanism, Psyche goes through some serious tasks, mention of death(?) 
💘 Word Count: 8.4k
💘 Credits: Beta read by the marvelous @yoongsgguktae 💜 ily sis thank you
💘 Summary: A modern take on the Greek myth of Eros and Psyche.
💘 A/N: Part of The Intimacy Anthology Project hosted by @peonybane found here
Ahh the last part to this exciting trilogy. I hope you enjoyed reading this. It was so much fun making this tale. I definitely want to try more myths down the road. Without further ado, here is the finale to Eros et Psyche 💜 
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Krystal punched in the keypad to her apartment and stepped inside as the low beep went out. With a loud sigh, she dropped her bags near the door. 
“It’s good to be home,” she spoke out loud, walking to the windows to pull the drapes back. “Never again will I let Hera and Hestia talk me into spa retreat–hateful, bitter bitches.” She grimaced basking in the sunlight rolling her shoulders. 
“Now, where are mummy’s puppies,” she cooed, turning around to search. She jumped screaming to see Jaebeom curled on the couch. A bottle of ambrosia half-empty on the table. Phobos and Deimos at his feet whimpering. 
What startled her the most was that he was in true form, wings resting over him like a blanket. “Jiffy Poo,” she ran over propping his head in her lap. 
Jaebeom stirred with a groan. “Mother?”
“Yes dear,” she answered, stroking back his hair. The haphazard bandage on his arm caught her eye. “What happened? Who did this to you?”
Jaebeom closed his eyes with a grunt. “I-I can’t.”
Krystal’s eyes glowed as she helped him off her lap to get a better look. “Honey, you’ve been drinking and you’re hurt.” She bit her lip sitting up. “Stay here, I’ll wrap you up better.”
She came back in with a first aid kit and began to assess his wound. Jaebeom let her fuss over him as she put ointment on the burn. “So, are you going to tell me what happened?”
He suddenly let out a drunk sob, burying his face in his mother’s shoulder.
“Psyche,” he mumbled tearfully.
Krystal paused, eyes hardened. “What did you say?”
It seemed as though hours had passed once Jaebeom finished his story. Exhausted, he laid against the couch arm, spent of whatever energy he had left. Krystal placed a cigarette between her lips and inhaled. It was the only thing keeping her from running out and wreaking revenge on that skank. As Jaebeom fell asleep on the couch, finally calm and returning to his human form, Krystal draped a blanket over him and kissed his cheek. She stroked his face with a serene smile.
“Don’t worry dear. Mummy will take care of everything.”
^^^
Days went by. Psyche locked herself away in her bedroom. Refusing to eat anything Harmonia would bring to her. She rocked in the seat by the window. Sadness almost choking her in a grip. Her heart was heavy. It was as if a part of her had been taken. She was alone for good. Sobs shook her body as she thought of him.
He was real. Everything he did, he did for her. And she had to ruin it. Psyche was sure she loved him. He’d been the only one who looked at her as a person. Saw something besides her beauty.
Betrayal hurt, it ached through her body. What could she do? She felt helpless. Wallowing in self-pity, she barely registered her bedroom door slamming open. Adrestia, with Harmonia in tow, came barreling in. They stared at her shaking their heads.
“C’mon, get up,” Adrestia ordered.
Psyche ignored her, turning her back from them. The maid scowled, grabbing her shoulders to look her square in her eyes.
“This self-pity crap has got to stop,” Adrestia lectured. “Sure, you broke his trust going against everything he asked. And we even told you not but nooo–”
Harmonia cleared her throat glaring at her sister. Adrestia rolled her eyes but settled down. “Okay, maybe I’m being a bit harsh, but it's for your own good Psyche. Jaebeom...er– J cares about you more than you know. Shit, we’ve never seen him this in love. Right Harm?”
“Yeah, our brother is head over heels for you.”
Psyche sniffed, wiping her nose on her sleeve. “Wait, he’s your brother?”
“Yes. Yes, he is–Anteros too. He’s the God of Desire, Eros,” Harmonia explained. “And he fell in love with you.”
You could have knocked her over with a stick. “What? That...how?”
Adrestia joined on the seat with a shrug. “Does any of this make sense? All we know is that he cared for you, but now he’s hurt.”
Harmonia patted her knee gently. “Do you love him, Psyche?”
She shifted under their gaze, fiddling with the ring on her finger. All she could think about was him. But was it the dart or her true feelings?
“The dart only heightened your feelings for him,” Adrestia cut in. 
Psyche raised her brows staring. “How do you know?”
Harmonia took her hand and turned it over to reveal a faded purple mark. She pointed at it with a smile. “This. That color only appears if the person’s feelings are true.”
Psyche felt the tears drop onto her lap as she covered her hands. “Yes,” she answered muffled. “I do love him.”
“Then fight for him,” Adrestia said.
Psyche dried her eyes taking a deep breath. “How?”
Harmonia and Adrestia gave each other a look. “There’s only one place he’d go.”
Psyche sat up. “Where? I'll go there. Tell me, please.”
Harmonia pursed her lips together. “Our mother. Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love.”
Psyche’s brows raised past her bangs. “Aphrodite? Isn’t she married to Heph–”
“Aht! Aht!” Adrestia covered her mouth. “We don’t speak his name.” Shaking her head she removed her hand. “Ares is our father.”
“Oh.”
Harmonia shrugged. “It’s a long story, quite boring really, but back to you dear.” She pulled out a small card and placed it in her hand. “This will lead you to him. I wish you luck.”
Adrestia squeezed her hand. “Kick some ass and get him back.”
Psyche twirled the card in her hands, a look of determination on her face. I promise to win you back Eros.
“Not necessary.”
The trio jumped in surprise to see Krystal appear in the bedroom. Poised with a cigarette, she propped her sunglasses on top of her dark hair as she crossed her legs sitting on the bed. Her eyes boring into Psyche’s with distaste.
“So you’re the one,” she hissed. Now that she was face to face with her, Krystal hated her even more. Her eyes blazed seeing the ring on her finger. How annoying. Jaebeom just had to fall for this woman. 
Harmonia and Adrestia stood up looking at their mother in shock. Krystal gave them a smirk. “Thank you, girls. Mummy can take care of this. Give us some alone time.”
Harmonia and Adrestia scurried out passing looks of sympathy to her. As the door clicked shut, Krystal turned her attention back on Psyche, a smile stamped on her face. She patted the spot next to her with a coo.
“Come here. Let’s get to know each other better.”
Psyche shook her staying at her spot by the window. “No thank you. I’d rather stay here.”
Krystal's eyes glowed as she blew a trail of smoke from between her lips. “That wasn’t a suggestion.”
Psyche closed the distance between them, sitting on the edge away from her. “You’re–”
Krystal tapped the ash from the end with a snort. “You know very well who I am sweetie and I know who you are, so let's cut the polite bullshit,” she glanced at her with a sneer. “You hurt my son. Now, I hurt you. Seems fair.”
Psyche jumped off the bed shaking her. “I can’t begin to describe how sorry I am. If I could only see him–”
“Aht,” Krystal pointed her cigarette at Psyche with a frown. “Therein lies the problem. You won’t ever see him again. Got it, missy?”
Psyche sank to the floor in a heap holding back a choked sob. “I give my word–”
“Words mean little to me dear.” She blew a puff of smoke in her face with a smirk. “I’m a woman of action.”
Krystal finished her cigarette, extinguishing the bud and throwing it in the trash. She wiped her hands and stood up grabbing her purse. She rolled her eyes at the lump in front of her. “I’m never one to let a woman suffer, so I’ll give you a chance.”
Psyche looked up with hopeful eyes. Krystal frowned glaring at her. “Don’t get your hopes up, dear. I’m still the head B around here. You’re going to need all the luck if you even want to lay eyes on Jaebeom.”
“What do I–”
“Just be at that address on that card tomorrow morning at 9 am sharp. Don’t be late,” she hissed, disappearing in a cloud of perfume.
^^^
Anteros parked in front of the large apartment complex. “We’re here Madam.”
Psyche peered out the window quite intimidated by the structure. “She lives here?”
“Mhmm. On the top floor,” he answered.
Figures.
Anteros got out and opened her door for her and once she stepped out he gave her a quick hug. “I wish you the best. Aphrodite isn’t the easiest person to talk to–I should know–but play onto your strengths.”
Psyche nodded squeezing his hands. “Thank you Anteros.” 
She walked into the building still unsure of what was to come. She looked inside the lobby, empty minus a security guard sitting at the desk. As she walked up to the desk, Krystal appeared beside her. Hands placed on her hips, she tapped her heel on the floor.
“Come along, I don’t have all day!”
Psyche followed behind her keeping her distance as they reached the elevators and went up to the penthouse. She tried not to look in awe as they walked inside. It was if not equally as glamorous as Jaebeom’s place. Sure Psyche grew up well off, but this was on another level. The place oozed of the bourgeois. 
What kind of money was she getting paid just to model?
Krystal noticed the expression on Psyche’s face and snorted. “When you pick up your jaw, follow me into my walk-in closet.”
Psyche blushed running after her into the large bedroom. Krystal slid open the accordion door and walked in snapping for Psyche to follow. If it wasn’t for the fantastical elements surrounding this turn of events, Psyche would have gladly given this woman her two cents. But she needed to focus. After all this was the mother of the man she loved. Best wait until after the wedding. She hadn't realized she’d been deep in thought until Krystal’s perfectly manicured nails came into her peripheral. 
She snapped again, giving her a sour look. “To think they thought you were better looking than me.”
Psyche stared at her with this disdain. Krystal was making it awfully hard to keep her temper in check. She breathed out hard through her nose, letting the comment roll over her.
“Alright, why am I in your closet?”
Krystal grinned, clapping her hands. “Wonderful for you to ask.” She gestured to the dresses strewn about the floor. “You’re going to sort all my clothes,” she pointed at two dresses. “By color and type.”
“Those are both white,” Psyche reasoned.
Krystal’s face turned into a scowl. “One is porcelain and the other is daisy, thank you very much! As a fashion model, you ought to be ashamed to not know the difference!”
Psyche winced away scanning the room. Most of the clothing looked the same. How was she going to figure it out? Krystal chuckled darkly, “You have five hours to complete this or you'll never see him again. Mark my words.”
She picked at the imaginary lint on her jacket with a giggle. “Maybe this will get you off that high horse. My son is too good for you. He’ll find better. I’ll make sure of it,” she taunted, stepping closer poking her finger in her chest. “You'll be just a figment of his imagination by the time I’m through. You disgust me.”
Psyche slapped her hand away with a hard stare. “Don’t ever touch me again.” Crossing her arms over her chest, she planted her feet on the ground. “You’re cruel, but I love Jaebeom more than anything. I’m only agreeing to this because it's my only chance for redemption with him. I’m not doing this for you, let's be clear about at.”
“Save it, love. Time's a-wastin’. Off you go.” Krystal smiled walking out the closet leaving her alone in her thoughts.
Psyche could hear the front door open and close. Now she truly was alone. She sighed sadly glancing at the whirlwind of clothing surrounding her. All this in five hours. There was no way. She began picking up the stilettos glancing around for the matching pair just as she heard the door open again.
Probably back to gloat.
As the steps grew closer, more dread filled her heart. Until a woman, she didn’t recognize poked her in.
“Oh good! You’re still here!”
Psyche gave her a blank look. “D-Do I know you?”
She giggled, stepping holding out her hand. “Yes and no...er I’m a friend of Jaebeom. I work for his mum too...kinda like a personal assistant. I’m Daphne.”
Psyche raised an eyebrow as she stared. The woman looked vaguely familiar to her. But where had she seen her before? “I-I’m sorry for staring, but I feel like I’ve seen you before.”
Daphne brushed her aside with a smile shaking her head. “I’ve just got that face.” She looked around the room tsking as she went. “Well, Krystal really outdid herself.” She helped Psyche off the floor and patted her shoulder. “I’m here to help. We’ll have this place cleaned up in no time!”
Psyche gave her a dubious expression. “Why are you offering to help?” 
Daphne sighed, wrapping her hair behind her ear. “I hate to see Jaebeom so distraught. It seemed like he loved you dearly.” 
And he’s back in my home and I need him gone. 
Psyche felt her heartache at the mention of him. Nodding, she glanced around. “Okay, let’s do it.” Daphne grinned, pointing to a pile. “We’ll split up. I’ll do dresses and you work on the shoes. Deal?”
“Deal.”
They both worked hard. Daphne gave her tips on how to decipher different shades from others. It was tricky, but Psyche got the hang of it before she knew it. The hours ticked by but the closet’s mess began to lessen. She could see the floor. 
As she placed the final pair of Manolo Blahniks in their respective place, she dropped to the floor, a light sheen of sweat on her face. Her shirt damp and clinging to her form. 
Daphne wiped her hands and leaned against the wall. “Good job. Krystal won’t know what hit her.” She peeked at her wristwatch with a huff. “I should get going. Are you gonna be okay?”
Psyche nodded, wiping her forehead. “Yes. Thank you again for your help, Daphne. I really appreciate it.”
“My pleasure. We gals gotta stick together. Good luck!” She waved as she left the penthouse. 
Psyche rested her head against one of the closet doors. Exhaustion covering her face as she dozed off.
“Wake up!”
Psyche jerked awake to see Krystal looming above her. 
“Enjoy your nap Sleeping Beauty?” 
She rose from her spot with a small yawn and rubbed her neck working out the kinks. “Great, it felt like I was in the Hilton,” she mumbled.
Krystal snorted distastefully and pushed past her to look around. To her horror, everything was in its proper place: the shoes matched and color-coordinated, the dresses neatly hung on the bars, she even made sure they were organized by brand. Krystal’s eyes narrowed. There was no way she could finish this task in the amount of time she gave her, let alone by herself. Still, this didn’t deter her from her plan. Psyche wasn’t going to win so easily.
“Hmm, you actually did it,” she spoke up. Psyche sighed in relief only causing Krystal to laugh. “Oh, my dear you’ve still got much to do. Follow me.”
Psyche opened her mouth to protest but closed it and walked after Krystal. She led her down a hall into a room she hadn’t recalled seeing earlier. Krystal held her finger to her lips and opened the door slowly. The inside replicated a children’s room, covered in pink and white, she was ready to see a small child, until she noticed the dog beds. She gave Krystal a bewildered expression.
“What the hell?”
Krystal purred at the two sleeping dogs, two white fluff balls snoring on their beds. “Phobos and Deimos, my wittle babies.” She clapped softly before turning to Psyche with a snarl. “Your next task: them.”
Psyche scratched the back of her neck. “What about them?”
“They wear matching gold collars that need to be polished every week. You are to get them off their necks so they can be sent to the jewelers.”
“Oh, that’s not so hard–”
“–However, they are aggressive to anyone except my family. And they need to be groomed and the room cleaned,” Krystal giggled out. She pulled out her phone with a wistful sigh. “I’m giving you until tonight to finish. I expect them to be with me at my next photoshoot. Got it?”
“But I–”
“Bye for now.” Krystal waved as she disappeared.
Psyche looked at the dogs as they slumbered. Damn it. I’m screwed.
^^^
By now the Pomeranians had woken and were yipping at her heels, growling if she got close to them. Psyche backed away looking for something to placate them from attacking.
“Nice doggies...good doggies...please don’t use me like a chew toy,” she pleaded. A pink ball caught her eye and grabbed it, squeezing it in her hand. Phobos and Deimos stopped, heads tilted to the side as they stared inquisitively at her. Psyche threw the ball in the opposite direction and ran out the room, closing it shut. She slid down to the floor with a groan. 
First, she was a maid, now a glorified babysitter, a dog babysitter at that! She brought her hands up to her face, trying not to cry for the hundredth time today. It seemed the stress was making her secretly regret being her. 
“Hey.”
Psyche jumped up startled at the person standing in front of her. Even though she was short, the aura that exuded around her was overpowering. Lips in a pout, she tapped her black Doc Marten heel on the marble floor. Arms crossed against her chest, she kept the outfit simple: white tank, dark baggy jeans, and a flannel shirt tied around her waist. Short bright silvery hair framed her face in layers and was styled into a side ponytail. Psyche cast her eyes down from the intimidating stare. 
The woman scoffed, stepping back to give her some room. “There’s no way you are the one trying to win over Eros.”
Psyche stood up with a frown. “I’m sorry but do I know you?”
She shook her head. “No, I’m a friend of Daphne’s. Her husband– that happy-go-lucky twat–is my brother.”
Psyche sputtered trying to comprehend her words. “Uh...what?”
She sighed in exasperation. “I’m Wendy–sorry er...you want the real name– I’m Artemis.”
“But that would mean–”
“Yeah. Yeah. Apollo is my brother,” she said deadpan.
Psyche blinked a few times as the wheels turned in her head. Wendy shook her head with a snort. “You can figure it out later, but I’m here to help.”
She stuck her chin towards the door. “What’s in there?”
Psyche laughed nervously. “Two very aggressive Pomeranians.”
Wendy clapped with a hint of a smile. “You're in luck, I have a way with animals. What do you need to do?”
“Get their collars off to be sent to get cleaned and groom them,” Psyche explained.
If Wendy rolled her eyes even higher, they would have gotten stuck in her head. “Krystal and her fucking pettiness,” she mumbled. She turned to Psyche, hand on the knob. “Alright, the plan is that I will calm them for you while you do what needs to be done. Okay?”
“Oh, but–”
Wendy groaned, closing her eyes. “Listen, we don’t have much time to talk. You are fighting for something–a man no less–and the only way to leach that prissy, big-headed hag is to beat her at her own game. So get it together Psyche, alright.”
Psyche shook off the initial shock and gave her a curt nod. “You’re right. I’m ready to beat her.”
Wendy slapped the back of her back, causing her knees to buckle. “Great! Lead the way!”
Psyche gulped as she opened the door, she peeked inside noticing how quiet they were being. She pushed the door wider just as the little demons came out snarling. She screamed running to avoid being bitten. Wendy pushed her aside, planting herself in between Psyche and the dogs. They skidded to a stop looking up at Wendy curiously. She crouched down staring at them hard. 
“Down,” she commanded.
The dogs whimpered as they stood on their hind legs, pawing at her leg. Wendy cracked a smile as she began to pet them. Phobos and Deimos leaned into the pets barking happily, tongues lolling out at the attention.
“Oh, you’re not so bad. Your mama is just rotten,” she cooed, getting a particular spot behind Phobos ears. She laughed, turning her attention to Psyche. “Go ahead. They’re harmless.”
Psyche couldn’t believe how quickly their moods flipped. Wendy truly was the Goddess Artemis. She knelt beside her while the dogs were preoccupied and unclasped the golden collars from around their necks. With an exhale, she stored them in the cases that were being sent to the jewelers. She squealed with glee. 
“Now I have to bathe them.”
Wendy smirked standing as she stood. Phobos and Deimos followed after her into the bathroom as she ran the water in the tub. “C'mon Psy.”
Soon they were elbow deep in suds cleaning the dogs with care. Psyche smiled as she scrubbed Deimos’s head. They weren’t so bad once you got past the vicious mini tempers. Deimos and Phobos warmed up to Psyche as she cleaned them, even nudging their noses at her for pets, which she happily obliged. 
Once they rinsed them and they shook the extra water away, she filled their bowls with kibble and set to cleaning their room. With Wendy there, it didn’t take much time. Psyche replaced the pillows with fresh ones just as Wendy emptied the trash.
Psyche circled the room with a smile. “I think we’re about done.” 
Wendy checked her phone with a nod of approval. “Right on time. You’ll be able to make her photoshoot with time to spare.” She walked into the kitchen towards the dogs. They barked at her and she laughed.
“Don’t be so hard on her. She means well. Okay?”
They yipped running between her legs wagging their tails. Wendy nodded. “They won’t be any trouble. Deimos and Phobos have taken a shine to you. Don’t let Krystal’s mood ruin it.”
Psyche grabbed her hands shaking them profusely. “I can’t thank you enough.”
Wendy smirked. “No worries. I’m happy I could help. Besides, I love a good wedding–don’t let anyone know that–I hope you succeed in getting Jaebeom back. He really loves you.”
Pink tinted her cheeks as Wendy laughed before disappearing in front of her eyes. Psyche looked down at the dogs with a shrug. “Love is strange.”
Phobos snorted giving a short bark.
^^^
Psyche wished she had a camera to capture the look on Krystal’s face. It looked as if she swallowed a lemon or old milk. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw Psyche walking with her dogs, collars shiny under the lights of the studio. They were even licking her hands for pets!
Krystal growled, nearly crushing the mirror in her hand. 
Psyche smiled holding out their leashes for her. “All groomed and ready for your shoot.”
Krystal snatched the leashes from out her hands with a hiss. She eyed her with distrust as she sat in her makeup chair. “I don’t know how you’re doing this, but I’m gonna find out.”
Psyche felt a tiny bit smug towards her but hid her smile. “We’re up to two tasks I’ve finished.”
Krystal tapped her chin with a nod. “That we are.” She smirked, holding up a plastic cup with a symbol stamped on the front that looked vaguely like the Gorgon Medusa. “Your next task is to retrieve a drink from Styx.”
Psyche’s shoulders dropped. “That coffee place?”
Krystal chuckled, shaking her head. “Not just any coffee shop darling. It is the coffee shop of anyone with wealth to spare. You’re to get my favorite drink with a little extra.”
She frowned, staring at the Goddess. “And that drink is?”
“Figure it out. You’ll have to tell them exactly how I like it. I’ll know if the tiniest changes were made. Now shoo.”
The makeup artist appeared at her side, dusting her face with bronzer. Krystal opened the one eye that wasn’t being painted in eyeshadow. “I expect you back before the hour ends.”
Psyche gulped and ran for the door, the clock already ticking against her. Luckily, Styx Café was only a few blocks away from the location of the shoot. She almost passed the tinted windows of the storefront. Pausing, she pushed open the swinging door and stepped in.
*What the hell? 
This didn’t seem like your average coffee shop. There was an eerie vibe around the place. Soft music flowed from the speakers as people sat around a pond–yes a pond–where glassfish swam about. With a weary look, Psyche stood in the growing line as people ordered drinks and light snacks. Her stomach growled as she waited, shifting her weight in line. 
Though she was hungry, dread replaced the hunger as she tried to figure out what Krystal’s order was. The spot between her eyes ached while she studied the board. Any of those drinks could have been hers. Leave it to that woman to make it difficult. She brought her bottom lip in between her teeth as the line shortened each time.
Then it was her turn. She forced a smile at the barista looking up at the board.
“What can I get ya?”
“Uh...I-I’m not really sure. I’m getting a drink for Krystal and she didn’t inform me what she likes,” Psyche whispered, leaning forward.
The barista popped her gum with a lip smack. “Figures. Look I can’t help ya miss. We get specialty orders every day and–”
“She’ll have venti half-caf, soy latte at 120 degrees, foam on the side, and 6 pumps of sugar-free caramel,” someone spoke up.
Psyche and the barista turned slack-jawed at the man standing to her left. His smile seemed to light up the room as he stared at her. Winking, he looked up at the barista with a nod. “Got that?”
The barista swallowed her gum coughing as she punched in the order. “Y-Yes, sir. I’ll have it made immediately.”
He turned his attention back to Psyche and held out his hand. “Name’s Jackson or Apollo on a good name. It’s a pleasure to meet my best friend's fiancée.”
Psyche shook his hand gingerly as her face darkened in shame. “Nice to meet you, too. Though I’m not sure I’ll be his wife now.”
Jackson gave her a skeptical stare. “I highly doubt it. He’s just hurt and rightfully so. But I see you’re making an effort to be forgiven and I admire that. Hell, I sent my wife and sister to guide you with these ridiculous tasks. I wouldn’t have bothered if I hadn’t seen something special in you, Psyche. Jaebeom loves you and you love him...that’s what it boils down to.”
Psyche went to reply, but the barista appeared breathless holding the cup. “Here you go!” She squeaked out as she passed the cup to Psyche and asked for the next customer. 
Jackson squeezed her hand and left a kiss on her knuckles. “Best of luck to you my dear.” 
She gave Jackson a grateful smile as she left with the coffee cup, running back to the photoshoot searching for her dressing room. Psyche saw Krystal sitting in her chair, makeup almost finished. Psyche ran the remaining steps and shoved the cup into her hands. Breathless, she bent over grabbing her knees.
“Here’s your venti half-caf, soy latte at 120 degrees, foam on the side, and six pumps of sugar-free caramel.”
Krystal growled, narrowing her eyes, and took a long sip. She sat there for a moment letting the burning liquid scald her tongue. She wanted her to fail, but damn it, someone helped her again! Krystal had an idea, and they would pay sooner or later. For now, she focused on the woman in front of her. The thorn in her side who had somehow won the heart of her son. She slammed her fist on the makeup table scattering the products across the floor.
“Fuck,” she muttered glaring at her reflection. Her eyes cut to Psyche with utter repugnance. “I don’t know how you’ve done it, but you’ve succeeded for the last time!”
She jumped out of her chair and slammed the door shut, rattling the vanity mirror. Phobos and Deimos, who had been sleeping in the corner of the dressing room, woke with a start staring at the door. Krystal centered her anger,  taking a deep breath and turned to Psyche with a smile, one that didn’t reach her eyes. She sauntered back to her vanity and opened a drawer rummaging through until she found what she was looking for. “Sit,” she ordered Psyche, pointing to the couch. 
One look from Krystal made Psyche close her mouth in protest. Krystal held a small indigo box between her fingers. She tossed it up the air with a hum.
“Know what this is?”
Psyche sighed exasperatedly, “No, but I have a feeling you’re going to tell me.”
Krystal ignored the remark and continued on. “Let’s just say it’s a little beauty treatment to keep me firm and youthful,” she chuckled.
Psyche bit back her next retort. Why on earth would the Goddess of Love need any beauty treatments? Unusual yes, but the young woman knew better than to ask. She didn’t need any other problems with her. Psyche was already on thin ice with her future mother-in-law. She shuddered to herself at the idea. Just what she needed, a crazy mother-in-law. A questionable look crossed her face as her eyes followed the rise and fall of the box in Krystal’s hands.
“What does that have to do with me?”
“I’m glad you asked.” The goddess shook the box gently. “I’ve run out and you’re going to get me more. It’s a fairly simple errand.”
Psyche bit her lip. She was going to regret asking her next question. “And where do I get more of this product from?”
“The Underworld,” she answered airily.
Psyche balked as the information sunk in. The Underworld?! A squeak passed her lips as the box fell into her lap. 
Krystal tapped her nails on the vanity giving her a serious expression. “Your instructions are very clear: you’ll give Persephone the box to refill with her beauty serum and come back right away to me.”
She gripped Psyche’s arm, digging into her skin until she squirmed. “Do not by any means open the box. Is that clear?”
Psyche wriggled from her grasp and rubbed the spot. “Yeah, I got it.” She pocketed the box, exhaustion setting in her body. Did she have it in her to finish? Psyche was determined to prove her wrong. “I’ll get your crappy stuff.” She glared at her with a frown. “This better be the last one so you’ll leave me be and I can see Jaebeom again,” she called walking out the room.
Krystal giggled, throwing her head. “Oh, you’re in for a treat my dear.”
^^^
Jaebeom tossed and turned in bed letting out soft groans. He woke with a start, breathing hard. Something didn’t feel right. He glanced at the bandage on his arm and frowned. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake his thoughts of her. Psyche hurt him, but that didn’t mean he still loved her. The past few days were only of her haunting his dreams. The glowy smile that seemed to shine around her, everything made him ache to be close to her once more. The familiar scent of her perfume hit him instantaneously. The memory of their first night together made him tremble. Jaebeom reasoned she couldn’t have meant any harm.
“I gotta see her again,” he said aloud.
Standing, he dressed quickly and left out the room only to collide with his mother. Jaebeom looked over her with a hint of suspicion. “Where have you been?”
She smirked at the door slipping her shoes off. “Work honey. Remember I said I had a photoshoot today?”
He didn’t look convinced. “No, you’re up to something.” He caught the faint whiff of that perfume once more. He grabbed his mother’s arms pushing her against the wall. “Where is she? What did you do?!”
Krystal laughed staring into her son’s eyes. “I did what needed to be done.”
Jaebeom roared, shoving her aside as he ran for the door. She chuckled, sliding to the floor. “You'll thank me someday! I only want the best for you!”
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Psyche gripped the box in her hand as she walked along the sidewalk. She looked around for any inkling of a clue on how to find The Underworld. She shivered as the temperature dropped. What was odd was how there were few people on the streets. Even at such a late hour when bars and clubs would be open, the streets were almost bare. Still, she didn’t want to think too much about it. The only thing on her mind was finishing this task and accomplishing her goal. 
She closed her eyes for a moment remembering how warm it felt to be in his arms. Her heart sank in realization. Jaebeom might not ever forgive her, but she still loved him.
Lost in her thoughts, Psyche didn’t notice the person walking towards her and ran into them. She yelled in surprise as she fell to the ground with a thud. 
“Hey!” she called after them. Wincing, she grabbed the box, pausing to see two coins laying next to it. She picked them up, twirling them between her fingers. She gasped as a vision burst into her mind.
Subway...Charon...pay the fare.
Psyche knew what she had to do. Picking up the box and coins, she set off to the subway station. The stairs loomed as steam trickled from the entrance. Heart hammering loud in her chest, Psyche descended down the stairs unsure of what to expect. She reached the turnstile, looking at the monitor. She dropped a coin into the slit and pushed to enter. Besides her, the place was empty. The speakers against the wall crinkled on to life.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Charon Station. Arrival of H train via UW line in 5 min. Final stop Cerberus Station.”
The wind picked up as she heard the faint sound of the train coming closer. The lights flashing bright as the sounds grew louder. The train slowed as it came into the station, the door chiming as it slid open.
“Your train has arrived.”
Psyche stepped inside looking around and picked a seat away from the other people. Once the doors shut, the trains lurched forward as it chugged down the tracks. She turned her head watching the other people. Expressions of somberness were etched on their faces as no one said a word. No chatter, music, anything, it was daunting. It felt like all the happiness was sapped from this tiny bubble. 
It made the hairs on her neck stand on end. Even with the central air, the inside of the train felt unusually cold. Psyche kept her mind off the cold as she thought about reaching the Cerebus Station without any problems. The rhythm of the train made her eyes close as her head leaned against the glass.
“Kiss me,” she whispered. Opening her eyes to look at him, she purred softly. “Please. There’s nothing else I want more.”
He gulped, feeling his heart hammer in his chest. Exhaling the breath he held, Jaebeom cupped her face moving closer. His nose nuzzling against her cheek as he trembled. “You never have to ask my love.”
“You’re beautiful,” he said in a hushed tone. 
“Forever mine,” he purred. He placed the matching ring in her hand as she slipped it onto him. “
Forever yours,” she echoed staring at him.
The jerking of the car on the tracks roused her awake. Psyche looked around in confusion. She wiped the drool from the corners of her lips and sighed. She looked down at the ring twisting it fondly. It seemed he rarely left her thoughts no matter what she did.
The chime over the speaker crinkled to life as the train began to slow.
“Welcome to Cerberus Station. Please mind the doors and watch your step before exiting. Thank you.”
Psyche watched as the people filed out exiting the train wordlessly. Once it cleared, she walked out staring into the dark of the station. A dreary place with dim lighting. A few benches with trash littered around. The group had disappeared up a flight of stairs. She went in that direction only to be stopped by three seemingly vicious dogs.
Fuck, not again.
They growled, pulling their lips back to reveal sharpened teeth. Drool slipping from their mouths. Psyche shivered under their gaze, frozen in terror. just as one crouched down ready to lunge forward, a whistle cut into the darkness. All three dogs paused and whines rumbled from their throats as they lowered their positions. A woman appeared from the shadows carrying a package wrapped in what looked like butcher paper. The dogs turned with excitement jumping around. She chuckled untying the string. 
“Sit.”
They got on their hind legs obediently, noses sniffing expectantly. Three large ribeye steaks were placed on the ground. The dogs looked at the woman with patience. She smiled. “Alright, go ahead.”
Each dog ran forward slipping under from their nails as they chewed at the meat noisily. The woman met Psyche’s gaze with a quiet smile. “Sorry about that. They can be aggressive when it’s dinnertime.”
Psyche gulped with a shaky laugh. “I think anyone would be if they were that hungry.”
The woman titled her back laughing. The sound reminded Psyche of the twinkling of wind chimes during a springtime shower. She chuckled, wiping an imaginary tear from her eye, and returned her gaze to Psyche. “You don’t belong down here, you’re still alive. What can I do for you?”
Psyche felt the color drain from her cheeks. This was the place?! She’d made it to The Underworld! So that meant that this woman was…
“Are you Persephone?” she blurted out.
The woman blinked quite taken back. She recovered, giving her side smile. “I haven’t been called that in ages, at least by my mother. You can call me Joy, but yes I am. How do you know me?”
Psyche held out the box wanting to shove it in her hands. “Oh, thank goodness! I was sent here by Krystal–Aphrodite, you probably know her, of course, you do, you’re both goddesses, but I’ve been through so much and she needed me to get something from you and I wasn’t sure I’d even get it, I mean this all seems ridiculous, but I love Jaebeom so much, I was willing to–”
Joy held up her hand silencing Psyche’s rant and nodded. “Say no more.” She chuckled taking the box from and began walking. “I’ll help you, dear.”
Psyche followed after her reaching what looked like a throne room. Joy pointed to one of the seats. “Wait here. I'll be right back.”
Psyche dropped into the chair as she looked around. The place, considering it was The Underworld, was quite peaceful, nothing like the dreary subway ride. She could almost fall asleep. She jolted awake as she noticed Joy stand in front of her, observing her. She chuckled, wrapping her long light brown strands past her earlobe.
“I almost didn’t want to wake you,” she said softly. Sighing, she looked around the throne room as her mood saddened. “It gets awfully lonely down here when he’s away.”
“Uh–”
“–Hades, my husband,” Joy answered, placing the box in her hands. “But I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to marry him.” She gave Psyche a knowing look. “We do the craziest things for the ones we love, hmm.”
Psyche felt her cheeks warm as she twirled the box in her hands. She knew that all too well. She stood as Joy walked with her out the room and back to the subway station.
“Thank you, really. I didn’t know what I would do if I couldn’t get this.”
Joy giggled, shaking her head. “Krystal has her reasons, though I think she takes herself a little too seriously. Don’t let her stand in the way of your happiness. Jaebeom is lucky to have someone like you.”
Psyche became flustered as she passed the dogs, now sound asleep in the corner. Joy wrapped her in a hug and kissed her forehead. “For a safe journey. You’ll be able to go to the place of your choice.”
“Per–er Joy thank you,” she stammered walking up to the turnstile and dropping the last coin in. Joy waved her off as the train pulled up with a hiss.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Cerebus Station. Departure to Locus via the H line leaving now.”
Psyche walked in as the doors slid open and took a seat, waving out the window to Joy. The Goddess of Spring smiled until she realized she hadn't given her the warning.
“Wait,” she ran down the stairs. “Don’t open the box!”
Psyche curled her brow trying to decipher what she said. She put her hands up with a frown. “What?”
“Don’t open the box!” Joy screamed, waving her hands. 
Psyche sighed in frustration just as the subway went out of view into the tunnel. She sat back down letting the dark feeling dissipate. It must have been something, but she’d worry about it later. It couldn’t have been that serious. Right?
^^^
She was back at Locus Manor. The house loomed over her, looking just as intimidating as the first day she arrived, forever changing her destiny. She entered the house looking around. No one was around. That was okay with her. She made her up to her room and striped, walking into the bathroom for a much needed and rewarding shower. 
It wasn’t until her skin was pink from the heat that she decided to emerge. Psyche let out a breath of relief as she dried her body, removing the shower cap protecting her curls. Examining the items in her closet she opted for a flowy cornflower blue sundress. The straps wrapped around her neck in a halter top as three other straps crossed her back, but still revealed her skin. 
Barefoot, she walked out the manor towards the lake looking for Krystal. It was almost time to give her the box, but she paused as she twirled it thoughtfully.
Beauty only confined to this little box. She smirked examining the lid. What harm could it do? If Krystal used it, surely she could too. After all, she wanted to look her best when she finally saw him again. 
With a deep breath, she flipped the latch on the box and opened it slowly. Suddenly a dark form jumped out making her drop the box. It latched around her causing her to lose her breath. It swirled her in a smoky cloud as she let out a cry. It poured from her orifices as she let out a strangled breath clawing at her throat until she collapsed to the ground unmoving, darkness clouded her vision as she let out one last exhale before succumbing to it.
^^^
Jaebeom felt a pull as he flew around. Something didn’t feel right as his heart clenched and butterflies swarmed in his stomach. 
“Psyche.”
He swerved going in the opposite direction to the lake house. Dread filled his body unsure of what he would come across. His features darkened.
“If mother did something to her, I swear she’ll regret ever crossing me!”
His wings caught the wind soaring above as he looked around the property. Nothing unusual caught his eye until he saw something near the lake. He flew down to get a closer look, his feet touching the ground as his wings folded back. 
As he got closer, he saw that someone laid on the ground. It dawned to him it was a woman. Concern crossed his face as knelt down beside her in the grass. She laid on her side, silvery curls covered her face as he assessed the damage. He gripped her shoulder and shook gently.
“Ma’am, are you alright?”
No movement. And he was sure she wasn’t breathing. Horror crossed his face. He shook harder.
“Ma’am! Are you okay?”
As he shook her, the hair tumbled off her face and he was met with a wrinkle-faced woman, mouth slightly gapped with eyes unfocused.
He trembled now that he noticed the dress she was wearing. Fear keeping him still as he gazed upon her until the ring on her finger caught his eye. The diamonds and garnets shimmering in the sun.
“Psyche,” he moaned in anguish. He picked her up bridal style bringing her over to the gazebo and laid her on the bench. He brushed her hair back clutching her hand in his.
“Baby, please. Who did this to you?”
Jaebeom held back a sob as his Adam’s apple jerked in his throat. He held her form against his chest sobbing quietly. For once in his life, he wasn’t sure what to do. He kissed the top of her head, gripping her tight, rocking back and forth. He didn’t know what he would do without her. Life seemed so bleak. He let out a shuddered cry with a sigh.
“I love you Psyche. Please come back to me. I forgive you. I need you here with me,” he whispered.
He left a faint kiss on her cheeks, his tears spilling onto her face. He sobbed holding her for those moments, his heart breaking with each sob. He choked back as he felt her squirm in his arms. Jaebeom pulled back in surprise to see Psyche’s eyes flutter open. She coughed with a groan, trying to sit up.
She looked at Jaebeom as her vision cleared. A smile spread as her hand caressed his cheek. “Eros,” she murmured, her eyes twinkling.
Jaebeom let out a tearful cry nodding. “Yes, yes I’m here.”
“Am I dreaming?” She tried sitting up, flinching at the pain from her head. 
Jaebeom gave her room as he shook her head. “No, you’re not. I’m here.”
As her memories cleared, uneasiness swirled her face. She withdrew from his hold and went over to the lake, limping as she walked. She bent down near the water to scan her reflection.
It was true then, she aged. Her punishment for opening that box. Served her right. It was Krystal’s way of showing her she still held the upper hand. She took note of the wrinkles chiseled on her features. Her body sagged in exhaustion. A few tears spilled from her eyes dropping in the water. She closed her eyes letting the sorrow wash over her. 
A weight rested around her waist and shoulder, the warmth sheltering her from the chill off the lake. Jaebeom held her close as she cried in his arms.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly.
“For what?” he mumbled into her hair.
Psyche tugged away to stare into his eyes. “I should have listened. To you, to Joy, I was stupid.”
He lifted her chin giving her a hard stare. “Don’t ever call yourself stupid. You weren’t.” His shoulders slumped in regret. “I was. I didn’t trust you. I was a fool for being so narrow minded. I didn’t give you a chance. I was angry–”
“We both made mistakes Jaebeom,” she interrupted. “What matters is that we can move on.”
Jaebeom searched her eyes. “I was wrong to keep myself from you. Can you forgive me? I promise I’ll never let you feel hurt ever again.”
Psyche sniffed, wiping her eyes. “I only want what’s best for you. We could never be together. Look at me.” Her lip quivered as she came to the resolve. Her heart thumping loud in her chest thinking of Jaebeom. Yes, she loved him, but in her journey, she learned so much about herself. Being able to stand up to those only wanting to bring her down. She was stronger than she knew.
“I'd be content knowing you’ll be with someone who makes you feel the way I felt with you.”
Jaebeom chuckled, softly rubbing small circles on her cheeks. “I only want you, if you’ll have me.”
Her throat jerked as a whimper was heard over her crying. Yet again she felt hot tears crawl down her cheeks. “Only if you’ll have me, too. Stuck in this form.”
Jaebeom’s eyes filled with love as he nodded. “I love your heart and soul Psyche. That’s all that matters.”
His lips found her forehead, pressing them in a kiss filled with devotion and promises as he held her. A glow surrounded them instantly as Psyche’s body morphed back to her original form. 
She gasped holding onto Jaebeom as she watched her hands age down, the wrinkles disappearing. She tugged away looking at her reflection, her hands touching her cheeks. 
She turned to Jaebeom in astonishment. “I-I’m back.”
Jaebeom grabbed her up, spinning her around in his arms. “Holy Zeus!” He set her down, his arms still on her waist. “I-I’m not sure how it happened, but you’re you.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, love on her face. “I’m not going to question it. I’ll never question it again. All I know is that I’m where I need to be.”
Jaebeom laughed as happiness erupted across his face. “I want you always beside me Psyche.” He nuzzled against her cheek. “I love you so much and if I can’t kiss you right this moment, I’ll die.”
Psyche purred as she pressed herself to him, her eyes twinkled. “Then kiss me.”
He practically picked her up kissing her with such fervor, Psyche was sure she could hear angels singing. They parted finally needing air. The couple having eyes only for each other.
“Forever yours,” he promised.
“Forever mine,” she responded.
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hi  sexies  !   i’m  dani  (  she/her  )  ,  21  &  i’m  from  the  gta  aka  ur  messy  canadian  wassup  🤠  thank  u  guys  sm  for  applying  all  ur  muses  are  so  beautiful  &  im  sm  in  love  already  !  i  rly  wanna  plot  w  every  single  one  of  u  so  pls  give  this  a  like  for  permission  for  me  2  come  bug  u  for  plots  !  🖤  karina’s  info  &  wanted  connections  r  under  the  cut  !
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karina maji was spotted in the fashion district adorning gucci leather ankle boots , with some airpod pros on . they’re most likely listening to don’t stop by meg thee stallion . you may know them as @karina or as that mishti rahman lookalike . their  twenty - fourth  birthday just passed . while living in tribeca , they’ve gained a bit of a reputation . they’re known to be tenacious but on the other hand quixotic . wonder if they’ll be the next person to hit the headlines .  (   cisfemale / she/her + dani / 21 / she/her  )
             *     𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬  :
full  name  :  karina aarvi maji  .
nicknames  :  kar  ,  rina  ,  maji
age  :  twenty  -  four  .
gender  :  cisfemale  ,  she/her  .
sexual  orientation  :  pansexual  .
hometown  :  chicago , illinois   .
occupation  :  professional  mma  fighter  /  instagram  model  .
zodiac  chart  :   aquarius  sun  ,  gemini  moon  ,  scorpio  rising  .
character  inspo  : alicia mendez (  kingdom )  ,  cristina yang (  grey’s anatomy )  ,  princess jasmine (  aladdin  )  ,  megara (  hercules  )  ,  alyssa  (  the  end  of  the  f*cking  world  )  ,  kat  stratford  (  10  things  i  hate  about  you  )
                  *  𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲  :
                                tw  :   death  ,  accident  ,  drugs  .  
karina’s  life  began  in  chicago  ,  illinois  .  born  where  her  parents  spent  their  life  ,  grew  up  together  &  eventually  ended  up  married  .  it  was  the  perfect  love  story  ,  best  friends  -  then  lovers  -  then  soulmates  .  tied  for  life  ,  married  young  ,  in  their  mid  20′s  .  but the  love  between  the  two  of  them  never  faltering  once  even  after  another  10  years  pass  .  
her  mother  ,  was  a  highly  sought  after  model  .  her  father  ,  one  of  the  most  legendary  ufc  fighters  in  the  league  .  the  maji’s  were  considered  royalty  to  the  tabloids  ,  their  love  story  inspiring  many  .  their  life   was  seemingly  so  perfect  ,  a  dream  to  many  .  &  when  they  found  themselves  blessed  with  a  little  girl  after  five  years  of  marriage  ,  it  just  made  them  an  even  more  “  perfect  ”  family  .
karina  was  treated  like  a  princess  ,  her  parents  adored  the  ground  she  walked  on  &  karina  did  the  same  with  them  .  she  was  well  -  behaved  growing  up  ,  knowing  how  lucky  she  was  to  be  living  so  luxurious  ,  something  her  parents  taught  her  to  appreciate  since  she  was  old  enough  to  understand  .  they  drilled  gratefulness  into  her  head  by  the  age  of  five  .  it  was  a  very  rare  occurrence  where  karina  would  fight  or  disrespect  her  parents  .
they  lived  in  chicago  for  many  years  ,  a  way  for  them  to  keep  their  roots  established  while  raising  karina  .  &  have  more  privacy  than  living  in  their  career  hubs  would  give  them  -  aka  ,  nyc  or  la  .  it  was  much  more  accessible  for  her  father  to  work  out  of  chicago  ,  but  for  her  mother  ,  there  were  many  hours  spent  travelling  between  chicago  &  new  york  .  too  many  .  
(   tw  death  ,  plane  crash  )  it  was  the  mere  age  of  17  ,  when  karina’s  loving  mother  never  returned  home  from  her  trip  to  new  york  .  tragedy  struck  when  her  plane  crashed  due  to  pilot  error  .  the  day  that  changed  not  only  karina’s  life  permanently  ,  but  her  father  too  .  both  their  hearts  broke  into  two  that  day  .
she  wondered  for  months  how  she  could  possibly  continue  life  &  living  without  her  mom  in  it  .  &  the  older  she  got  ,  the  more  &  more  the  feeling  invaded  her  .  through  every  life  experience  she  had  afterwards  she  wished  with  everything  in  her  that  her  mom  was  there  next  to  her  .  
karina  went  from  a  happy  ,  extroverted  &  polite  girl  to  a  closed  off  ,   sardonic  &  enigmatic  woman  .  it  was  as  if  the  light  was  taken  out  of  her  body  &  she  turned  into  someone  unrecognizable  . 
(  tw  drugs  )  it  tore  her  dad  apart  ,  after  taking  a  year  off  to  mend  ,  he  fell  into  a  spiral  of  alcohol  &  drugs  ,  and  he  never  went  back  .  his  career  completely  ended  .   to  this  day  ,  her  dad  hasn’t  stepped  foot  in  the  ring  since  her  mother’s  death  .
her  senior  year  of  high  school  -  karina  fell  into  that  same  spiral  .  using  cocaine  ,  xanax  ,  weed  &  booze  to  cure  her  broken  heart  .  &  she  felt  like  it  did  ,  for  a  little  while  anyway  .  by  some  miracle  ,  she  graduated  with  her  diploma  .  but  that  didn’t  mean  much  anyway  ,  karina  wasn’t  going  to  college   ,  she  knew  exactly  what  she  wanted  to  do  with  the  rest  of  her  life  .
karina  grew  up  religiously  watching  her  dad  fight  ,  she’d  seen  tapes  of  every  single  one  of  his  fights  before  she  was  old  enough  to  watch  them  &  from  before  she  was  born   .  religiously  trained  &  boxed  with  her  father  every  sunday  since  she  was  eleven  .  she  learned  the  ins  &  out  at  a  young  age  ,  &  fell  in  love  with  the  sport  the  second  she  took  her  first  swing  .  
she  fell  even  more  heavily  into  training  after  her  mom  passed  ,  spending  practically  every  single  day  honing  her  skills  &  building  herself  to  follow  in  her  dad’s  footsteps  &  become  one  of  the  best  fighters  the  ufc  has  ever  seen  .
began  building  her  career  at  eighteen  by  moving  to  new  york  city ,  she  was  signed  by  the  age  of  20  .  suddenly  appearing  in  the  tabloids  ,  there  was  something  about  her  that  seemed  to  bring  in  people’s  attention  .  mma  fans  or  not  ,   she  gained  a  large  following  on  social  media  .  
suddenly  ,  she  was  getting  sponsorship  offers  left  &  right  .  whether  it  was  mma  related  or  sugarbear  hair  ,  she  was  getting  them  .  karina  took  the  ones  that  paid  her  well  ,  &  her  following  just  seemed  to  keep  rising  every  day  after  that  ,  basically  became  considered  an  “ influencer ”  along  with  her  other  title  .  
at  the  age  of  21  ,  karina  became  one  of  the  youngest  female  ever  to  be  signed  by  the  UFC  .  this  was  a  big  deal  to  her  ,  as  it’s  a  dream  so  many  fighters  wish  for  .  something  it  takes  years  of  hard  work  &  dedication  to  accomplish  .  something  she  worked  her  entire  life  for  .
she’s  been  fighting  with  the  ufc  for  the  last  three  years  ,  loving  every  minute  of  it   .  the  intense  training  ,  the  fights  ,  the  interviews  ,  it  all  gives  her  a  rush  she  can’t  explain  .  something  drugs  couldn’t  give  her  ,  which  she’s  required  to  get  tested  for  every  once  in  a  while  ,  usually  before  a  fight  .  she’s  found  her  ways  around  using  without  it  ruining  her  career  and/or  getting  caught  .  let’s  see  how  long  that  lasts  ..  ; - )  ksjndfsfd
with  all  the  money  that  she’s  reigned  in  the  last  few  years  from  the  ufc  along  with  her  instagram  sponsorships  ,  she’s  sending  a  lot of  it  to  her  father  ,  considering  his  “retirement”  fund  is  basically  non  -  existent  while  he  stays  cooped  up  in  their  chicago  family  home  ,  surrounded  by  memories  of  her  mother .  while  karina  stays  resided  in  her  cozy  tribeca  home  ,  only  steps  away  from  her  training  gym  .
                *  𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲  :
karina  is  a  v  hard  nut  2  crack  .  she’s  closed  off  ,  sardonic  &  doesn’t  really  converse  much  with  strangers  
it’s  basically  been  her  &  her  dad  since  her  mom’s  passing  ,  so  she’s  very  hard  to  get  close  to  .  but  once  u  do  ,  she’ll  never  let  u  go .
she’s  loyal  to  a  fault  ,  because  she’s  always  afraid  of  people  leaving / d*ing  .  
she’s  trying  to  branch  out  &  make  more  friends  since  moving  to  tribeca  ,  but  she  truly  doesn’t  open  up  to  anyone  .   if  she  opens  up  to  you  about  her  life  or  her  past  ,  she  truly  trusts  u  ,  &  that  means  something
she  tends  to  come  off  as  intimidating  or  ..  bitchy  ,  even  when  she  doesn’t  mean  to  .  her  personality  just  tends  to  be  dry  .  she  tends  to  have  dark  humour  ,  so  she  has  to  be  careful  who  she  makes  jokes  around skndfkk 
sometimes  tends  2  stir  up  drama  even  by  accident  .  nskjkf
if  she’s  not  training  for  a  fight  ,  she’ll  be  out  partying  every  night  .  dancing  on  tables  &  probably  getting  herself  kicked  out  of  whatever  bar/club  she  found  herself  in  that  night  .  doing  what  she  can  to  get  drunk  or  feel  any  type  of  high  ,  whether  that  be  drugs  or  waking  up  next  to  a  stranger  .  
she’s  heavily  into  fashion  &  always  posting  cute  outfits  on  instagram  ,  something  that  caused  her  following  to  grow  .
she’s  lowkey  a  hopeless  romantic  ...  seeing  how  her  parents  fell  in  love  ,   but  it  scares  tf  out  of  her  because  of  their  ending  .  &  she’d  literally  never  admit  this  to  anyone  ever  .
she’s  a  new  muse  &  i’m  still  developing  her  but  i  have  sm  muse  so  i’m  very  excited  &  i  rly  hope  you  guys  like  her  !
             *  𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬  :
ok  hello  if  u  read  that  long  ass  messy  shit  ur  a  baddie  🖤  anyway  ,  for  wc’s  ,  i  literally  have  so  many  !!  they  are  all  listed  here  @karinawcs​ ,  so  take  a  peek  &  if  you  like  any  of  them  lmk  bc  i  have  tons  of  headcannons / ideas  for  all  those  !  hehe  ily  let’s  plot  
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bbaronpiper · 4 years
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Wake up call
Here’s another collab with @artsaree​. She’s amazing. you should definitely check out her writings.  So basically, we both wrote half of it . 
warnings: smut
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Aron x Reader
my part
7:30 am. Your eyes shot open at the sound of your alarm you turned it off quickly but you still heard a low groan coming from the other side of the bed. You felt Arón stir a little but refused to open his eyes. You turn to face him and run a finger on his cheek. Savoring the few moments you have with your boyfriend. You slept last night without him. He was out partying with his friends. Again. You didn’t have a problem with it at first because you swore you’ll never be that type of girlfriend who controls and forbid their man on the things they want to do. Until recently, it became a habit of his.
“Morning, Baby” His voice was low and husky.      
You smiled at him in return, scooting closer. “Slept well?”
“Si” He said while rubbing his eyes. “Partying after spending whole day on set isn’t easy”
You bit the insides of your cheek to stop you from spitting the words. Arón must have noticed this since he then turned to lie on his back and exhales. Leaving your hand that was on his cheek to fall on his shoulder. “Do you have something to say Y/N?”
You leaned on your elbow trying to get him to look at you. Your hands travelled down to his chest “Don’t you think you’ve been partying a lot lately?”
“Mmm Don’t think so..” he shrugged still not looking at you.
“You’re barely home” you almost whispered not sure if you want to push this discussion.
“What do you mean Y/N? I’m always home” he then looked at you.
You were about to open your mouth to spill everything you’ve been feeling lately but then decided not to. He probably too tired for drama anyways.
“Come here” he motioned to you as he opened his arms. You complied and laid on his chest. “Te quiero.” He lifted your chin up and look at you deeply. “Don’t ever think otherwise. Even just for one second” stupid you, let your heart flutter at his words smiling up at him sweetly.
You splash cold water on your face to snap you out of your thoughts. You stare yourself at the mirror and saw your red and puffy eyes. You kept staring blinking rapidly trying to stop the tears from forming. You stood there for what felt like years before wiping your face with a clean towel. You held your breath one last time, tightly shut your eyes only to open them again, exhale and went out of the bathroom and into your shared bedroom.
2:40 am and he’s still not home. Why are you not surprised?
It was so obvious. Looking back now, you felt like a complete idiot blindsided by love. You should’ve seen it coming when he gave you that smile that didn’t reach his eyes anymore, the way your lips touched and moved in sync but the desire to have you was gone.
“Bet you couldn’t last a day without fucking me” you laughed as you teased him. You two just finished fucking and were now watching a movie when his hands travelled up to your thighs again.
“Is that a challenge?” he raised an eyebrow.
“Nahh, just stating facts” you then got this brilliant idea to get back at him for all those times he made you beg and tease you. You straddled him, bury your face onto his neck softly gliding your lips against his skin while your finger trace against his bare chest. You wore nothing but an oversized shirt of his. Nothing underneath so you’re pretty sure he felt how wet you are right now. Normally, this would work. Arón never declined sex.
“Bebe” you whispered to his ear seductively and nibbled on it after.
“Shhh!!! Here comes the best part!” his eyebrows furrowed as he pointed on the screen.
Oh this was gonna be hard. “So, you’re saying, you wouldn’t touch me even if I am naked?” he shrugged, his lips formed an inverted smile with his eyes still glued to the TV. You then took your shirt off. And you swore you heard a soft “damn” coming from him. You just wanted to mess with him, tease him but the feeling of his skin touching yours turned you on as you start grinding him through his boxers moaning close to his ear.
Nada. No emotions.
You sighed in frustration so you decided to take it to another level. You then turned your back at him leaning on his chest, you open your legs wide and draped your legs on his. You smirked as you can already feel his growing bulge against your ass.
“I hate to fuck myself but since my boyfriend’s ignoring me…. Oh well” you announced as your hand gripped his leg and your other hand start to play with your clit. Rubbing small circles and moaning softly at first. You can feel him shifting underneath you. you were surprised when he grabbed your waist and push you off of him and sat you on the side.
“Yo.. you’re b-blocking the view,Y/N” he said uneasy. His hands gripped his thigh and bit his lower lip way too hard for you not to know he’s about to give in.  
You scoffed at him “Oh it’s on!” you then place your left leg again on his right one and start to rub your clit faster than before making you moan so loud saying things like “Ohhh baby…” “Si, Arooonnn, si!” you’re so wet it made it easier to switch from rubbing your clit into inserting two fingers inside you. your other hand then reached for his growing bulge. He refused to touch you but you definitely wouldn’t refuse to touch him. You started palming him as you pleasure yourself earning a low growl from him. “Let me ride you baby”
You then suddenly felt his hand over yours, the one you had on your pussy and jerk it. “You drive me crazy”
  @artsaree​ /Sara’s part
He managed to push you away a little so he could finally flip you both over so he was now on top.
Smirking down at you he pulled down his pants, making his hard dick slap against his lower stomach.
„Open up.“
You bit your lip and jerked your head back to give him easier access to hover over your face. Slowly he slid his dick in your welcoming mouth, making both of you moan out softly.
„Mhm just like that.“ he groaned and held onto the wall for support as you were sucking his tip seductively.
„Take it.“ he suddenly spoke and pushed his length into your mouth. It was always a little hard for you to fit all of him in your little mouth but he still made sure you were okay.
There was still a little space left so you nodded at him to tell him he could push his entire dick in your mouth.
„Dont want you to gag, u know that.“ he just mumbled but did as you told him and he slid his cock deeper.
„Ah fuck.“ he groaned and threw his head back in pleasure.
You could feel tears building up, he seemed to notice too because he pulled out completely. You swallowed and took a deep breath. „You good?“ he spoke but you just replied by bringing his tip back to your lips.
„Mh good girl.“ he moaned out as you kitten licked his tip.
„On your stomach babygirl.“ he groaned after you had sucked on his tip for a bit.
He got off of you and stood up to get a condom from the drawer.
Meanwhile you lied down on your naked stomach and waited for him.
„Open your legs for papi.“ he growled as you felt a harsh smack on your left ass cheek. That made you moan out in pain but it also felt good. It wasnt hardcore pain, but you did know it would leave a spot.
You opened your legs and lifted your hips up a little.
„Yes good.“ you heard his deep voice behind you.
Arón grabbed a pillow and placed it under your hips for support. „Ready for my cock honey?“ he asked.
„Yes papi.“ you moaned as a response before he slowly slid his hard cock into your trembling pussy. „Ah fuck you‘re always so tight.“ he whispered and grabbed your hips roughly.
Without hesitation he started slamming into you as if there was no tomorrow. With harsh thrusts he kept hitting your g-spot, making your eyes roll back and your mouth fall open.
Arón was moaning loudly as you could already feel him getting closer.
He changed his angle a little by aiming higher, laying down on your butt.
„Babe.“ he growled and suddenly grabbed you by your hair.
He he never done that before.
And he knew you didnt like it since your head was sensitive.
But that moment you were so turned on, you didnt even think of stopping his actions.
Arón fucked you roughly and fast while you were moaning out his name or cursed. You could hear him panting against your back.
„Im coming baby.“ he groaned and slammed into you with no mercy. You couldnt keep it any longer either.
Two last thrusts and he had you coming for him. Your body started shaking as your orgasm went through your body like lightening.
„Yes baby come on.“ he smacked your butt once again until he came as well. „Fuck yes.“ he almost screamed and jerked your head up on your hair.
It hurt but you were too concentrated on your own orgasm you didnt realize.
Your back was up against his chest while his cock was twitching in you, spilling his cum into the condom.
„Ah fuck.“ he breathed out as he calmed down from his intense orgasm.
You were pretty exhausted too and just expected him to cuddle you and finish the movie but he suddenly whispered:“On your back.“
You were confused but followed his commands and lied down.
„Put your arms behind your back. No touching until I come back.“
By nodding you agreed and he left the room without saying any more.
You waited patiently for him to come back and it was really hard not to touch yourself. You just came, yes, but your clit hadnt gotten any of his attention yet. And usually he ate you out before sex or at least rubbed your clit while he was fucking you.
It took him about 5 minutes to finally return to the bedroom, he was now wearing jeans, but his upper body was still exposed.
„Did you touch yourself baby?“
You shook your head truthfully and spoke:“No I didnt.“
-„Promise?“ he asked and stood in front of the bed looking at you.
„I promise daddy.“
He nodded and finally climbed inbetween your legs.
„Good girl.“
He spread your legs carefully before finally attaching his lips to your thighs, placing soft kisses everywhere.
This boy could really fuck you rough and tell you you‘re his baby a second later.
Your hands were still behind your back, just as he had told you to, while his tongue was tracing circles on your thighs and lower stomach.
„Arón.“ you moaned out, seeking pleasure.
He loved being called daddy or papi, but hearing you say his name was his biggest turn on. He loved your voice, and when it said his given name he got reminded how much he loves you really.
„You sure you deserve this for being such a bitch to me before?“ he played.
„Arón please.“ you exclaimed and looked down at him.
He was just laying there, looking up at you, no part of his body touching yours anymore.
„You know what. Nah. Maybe tomorrow.“
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shhhhyoursister · 4 years
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As much as I want more of your longer au’s and I do! What I really want is more of your super gremlin Matteo! I love when you write bratty Matteo! It feels like having him back for a bit! I don’t feel Matteo energy anywhere outside the actual show like I do when you write him! I miss that brat so damn much!! I hope he’s giving David hell and David is loving every minute of it! Xx
wow that is honestly such a fucking compliment omg???? thank you??? i got this idea very much out of nowhere and then realized that it would fit not jsut this prompt, but another prompt i have PERFECTLY!!!!! i also miss writing bratty annoying matteo so here we go!!!! (also im sorry im calling these cookies im american and yall know what i mean)
prompt im combining this with: “Could you maybe write another piece about Matteo's, as David called it, "sexy powers".” (reference to this fic i wrote, basically matteo uses the powers of seduction to get what he wants lmao)
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When David walks into the WG, the first thing he notices is the smell of cookies. He grins, and hangs up his jacket, and just as he’s toeing his shoes off he hears Hans call from the kitchen, “David, is that you? Come in here!”
David rubs his hands over his arms as he walks in, still cold from the chill outside, and he takes a deep breath in through his nose, smelling something savory along with the cookies. The entire flat smells amazing, and it’s so warm, and David is overwhelmed with a sense of home when he walks into the kitchen, and sees Hans and Linn smiling at him.
Linn is standing in front of the stove, stirring something that’s sending steam up into her face, and Hans is sitting at the table with a mug of tea, a platter of cookies in front of him. 
“David, darling, me and Linn were feeling particularly inspired today, so we’ve been cooking up a storm. There’s enough in that fridge for you to bring back to your place, so you’re not leaving here without a bag or two for you and your sister.” Hans says with a flourish, pointing his finger in David’s direction, and Linn nods.
“Oh, okay,” David says, his eyes widening, always forgetting just how forceful Hans can be with his mothering, “thank you. What did you guys make?”
Hans grins, and goes into a long winded explanation that includes not only the extensive list of things they have cooked, but also the story about getting the ingredients, how long it took to cook everything, and why him and Linn argued for an hour over which type of peppers to bye.
David listens with a grin, laughing along and gasping with faux drama at the climax(es, it was a long story). He’s still leaning against the doorway to the kitchen, and he’s so enthralled by the story and the laughter in the room that he doesn’t hear a door open, or the footsteps padding down the hall, doesn’t notice Matteo at all until he feels arms wrapping around his waist from behind, and feels a head drop onto his shoulder.
“Oh, so he only comes out for food or his boyfriend, I see how it is!” Hans says, and David laughs when Matteo raises a middle finger at him. David grabs one of the hands that Matteo has resting on his stomach, and turns his head to press a kiss to Matteo’s temple.
“Obviously,” Matteo mutters after lifting his head, and then drops it again and says quiet enough that only David can hear, “why didn’t you tell me when you got here?”
“Because it smelled like food and Hans called me in here. I love you, but I’m starving.”
“I could’ve helped with that,” Matteo says with a bit of a grin as he bites at David’s shoulder. David rolls his eyes, and turns his head when Hans clears his throat.
“Not to eavesdrop,” he says, standing up and walking over to look into the pot Linn is stirring, “but if you’re hungry, this should be done soon, and there’s enough for everyone. Or if you don’t want to wait you can take a couple of the cookies!”
David smiles and detaches himself from Matteo to walk over to the table. He tries to ignore Hans’ fond look at the two of them, knowing he’ll blush if he thinks about it, and grabs two cookies off of the plate, thanking Hans as he does.
“Okay, you have food. Let’s go,” Matteo says, grabbing David’s hand and tugging him out of the kitchen. David laughs, and shrugs at Hans’ exasperated face as he follows Matteo out of the room. Once they round the corner, David finds himself being pressed up against the wall, and he gasps a little into Matteo’s mouth when he’s pulled into a kiss.
“Hi,” Matteo says after he pulls away, smiling sweetly, much different than he had looked in the kitchen, “I missed y--”
“David, one more thing!” 
Matteo snaps his jaw shut and pouts. David snorts before leaning in to kiss him again, biting at his bottom lip a little, and pulls away to say, “Go, I’ll come in a sec.”
Matteo glares at him for a second, the pout still on his face, and David darts in to kiss him one more time, before pulling away and swatting at his ass once Matteo turns towards his room. Matteo kicks at him but his cheeks are red, and David smirks before going back into the kitchen.
“David, this is serious,” Hans says, but the corners of his mouth are twitching so David purses his lips, “don’t let that brat bully you into giving him one of those cookies. He’s already had three today.”
David laughs, not expecting that to be what Hans called him in for, and he shakes his head as he says, “Don’t worry, I’m strong. I can handle him.”
Hans raises his eyebrows and smiles, and nods, before simply replying, “Okay, then.” and shoos David out of the kitchen.
He walks to Matteo’s room, and takes a bite of one of the cookies right before he opens the door, and almost moans at the taste. He pops the rest of it in his mouth as he knocks on Matteo’s door, and opens it. He sees Matteo lying on his bed on his phone, one hand resting on his stomach, and he looks up and grins when David comes in.
“Hey,” he says, sitting up a little, “finally.” 
“Shut up,” David says, setting the cookie down before climbing into the bed, “I’m here now.”
“Yeah, you are,” Matteo says, and he’s eyeing David in a way he hadn’t been outside, and David smiles a little as he’s pulled into a kiss. 
David makes a noise when Matteo deepens the kiss fast, and smiles a little when he can notices that Matteo tastes like chocolate. Matteo licks into his mouth, and pushes David down to the mattress. They pull apart for a second to breath, and David grins when Matteo throws a leg over his waist and straddles him.
“I missed you.” David slides his hands onto Matteo’s thighs, and then onto his hips, and Matteo smiles down at him, his hair flopping into his eyes a little, and god David is so whipped.
“That’s what I was trying to say earlier, before Hans interrupted.” Matteo says with another pout, and David tugs him down so he can kiss it away.
“He just wanted to tell me something about the cookies, but it’s okay,” David grins up at him, “I know you missed me.”
“Cocky,” Matteo says, flicking David in the chest, and then glances over to where David had put the cookie down and says, “those were really good.”
“Yeah, Hans is a great baker.” David says, pulling Matteo down for another kiss. He’s confused when Matteo pulls away again a second later, and smiles down at David.
“Can I have a bite?” he asks, his eyes flitting quickly over to the cookie again and then back to David. 
David snorts. “What? You’ve already had, that one’s mine.”
“Please?” Matteo pouts again, and David rolls his eyes, and shakes his head. Matteo’s pout deepens for second, before he gives up, and huffs.
“Fine,” he says, looking David up and down with dark eyes and a smirk that makes his toes curl a little, “you taste better anyway.
David laughs for a second before he’s pulled back into a kiss, a rougher one this time, and he squeezes at Matteo’s waist when he feels Matteo biting at his lips. Matteo’s arms drape over his shoulders, one of his hands sliding into David’s hair. David makes a noise when Matteo grinds his hips down a little, and one of his hands slides down to grab at Matteo’s ass.
Matteo tugs his head back by his hair, and it makes David’s lips part, and Matteo licks into his mouth again, his other hand moving to grip at David’s shoulder. He grinds down again, and David is just about to slide his hands under Matteo’s shirt when Matteo is suddenly climbing off of him, their lips still connected, and when he pulls away he drags David’s bottom lip between his teeth.
“Baby, what-” David starts, shaking his head to clear the Matteo-induced dizziness that’s making him blink his eyes open a little slow, but when he hears running footsteps and then a door slamming shut, they pop wide open. Matteo is gone, and when David looks over at the table his jaw drops because the cookie is gone too.
David takes a second to gain his breath back before he walks to the door and yanks it open, yelling, “Matteo!” into the flat. He can hear giggling from the kitchen, and he huffs before stomping over to it. When he glares in he only sees Hans and Linn, Hans standing over the pot this time, and he just chuckles before mocking David from before, “I’m strong, I can handle him.”
David huffs again and rushes out of the room, ignoring the laughter behind him, and walks into the living room. He sees Matteo sitting on the couch with a huge, innocent grin on his face, and a smudge of chocolate under his lip.
“That isn’t fair!” David says, coming to stand in front of Matteo.
“All’s fair in love and war, or whatever.” Matteo says, and he smiles when David rolls his eyes.
“And which one is this?” David asks, cocking his head to the side, and he reaches out to wipe the chocolate off of Matteo’s lip with his thumb.
Matteo brings a hand out from behind his back, and David smiles when he holds another cookie out and says, “Love?”
David takes it, and shoves the entire thing in his mouth, and collapses onto the couch next to Matteo. He pulls him in for a kiss, ignoring how gross it probably was, because Matteo didn’t care.
“Yeah,” David says once he has pulled away, and swallowed, and him and Matteo are staring at each other in that way they did, “definitely love.”
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wolferals · 4 years
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WAKE UP CALL**
again a collaboration with my wonderful friend @bbaronpiper ❤️❤️
Both of us wrote half of the story, i hope you like it. And definitely check out her writings!🌸
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steffi/@bbaronpiper:
7:30 am. Your eyes shot open at the sound of your alarm you turned it off quickly but you still heard a low groan coming from the other side of the bed. You felt Arón stir a little but refused to open his eyes. You turn to face him and run a finger on his cheek. Savoring the few moments you have with your boyfriend. You slept last night without him. He was out partying with his friends. Again. You didn't have a problem with it at first because you swore you'll never be that type of girlfriend who controls and forbid their man on the things they want to do. Until recently, it became a habit of his.
"Morning, Baby" His voice was low and husky. ​
You smiled at him in return, scooting closer. "Slept well?"
"Si" He said while rubbing his eyes. "Partying after spending whole day on set isn't easy"
You bit the insides of your cheek to stop you from spitting the words. Arón must have noticed this since he then turned to lie on his back and exhales. Leaving your hand that was on his cheek to fall on his shoulder. "Do you have something to say Y/N?"
You leaned on your elbow trying to get him to look at you. Your hands travelled down to his chest "Don't you think you've been partying a lot lately?"
"Mmm dont think so.." he shrugged still not looking at you.
"You're barely home" you almost whispered not sure if you want to push this discussion.
"What do you mean Y/N? I'm always home" he then looked at you.
You were about to open your mouth to spill everything you've been feeling lately but then decided not to. He probably too tired for drama anyways.
"Come here" he motioned to you as he opened his arms. You complied and laid on his chest. "Te quiero." He lifted your chin up and look at you deeply. "Don't ever think otherwise. Even just for one second" stupid you, let your heart flutter at his words smiling up at him sweetly.
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You splash cold water on your face to snap you out of your thoughts. You stare at yourself in the mirror and saw your red and puffy eyes. You kept staring blinking rapidly trying to stop the tears from forming. You stood there for what felt like years before wiping your face with a clean towel. You held your breath one last time, tightly shut your eyes only to open them again, exhale and went out of the bathroom and into your shared bedroom.
2:40 am and he's still not home. Why are you not surprised?
It was so obvious. Looking back now, you felt like a complete idiot blindsided by love. You should've seen it coming when he gave you that smile that didn't reach his eyes anymore, the way your lips touched and moved in sync but the desire to have you was gone.
"Bet you couldn't last a day without fucking me" you laughed as you teased him. You two just finished fucking and were now watching a movie when his hands travelled up to your thighs again.
"Is that a challenge?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Nahh, just stating facts" you then got this brilliant idea to get back at him for all those times he made you beg and tease you. You straddled him, bury your face onto his neck softly gliding your lips against his skin while your finger trace against his bare chest. You wore nothing but an oversized shirt of his. Nothing underneath so you're pretty sure he felt how wet you are right now. Normally, this would work. Arón never declined sex.
"Bebe" you whispered to his ear seductively and nibbled on it after.
"Shhh!!! Here comes the best part!" his eyebrows furrowed as he pointed on the screen.
Oh this was gonna be hard. "So, you're saying, you wouldn't touch me even if I am naked?" he shrugged, his lips formed an inverted smile with his eyes still glued to the TV. You then took your shirt off. And you swore you heard a soft "damn" coming from him. You just wanted to mess with him, tease him but the feeling of his skin touching yours turned you on as you start grinding him through his boxers moaning close to his ear.
Nada. No emotions.
You sighed in frustration so you decided to take it to another level. You then turned your back at him leaning on his chest, you open your legs wide and draped your legs on his. You smirked as you can already feel his growing bulge against your ass.
"I hate to fuck myself but since my boyfriend's ignoring me.... Oh well" you announced as your hand gripped his leg and your other hand start to play with your clit. Rubbing small circles and moaning softly at first. You can feel him shifting underneath you. you were surprised when he grabbed your waist and push you off of him and sat you on the side.
"Yo.. you're b-blocking the view,Y/N" he said uneasy. His hands gripped his thigh and bit his lower lip way too hard for you not to know he's about to give in.
You scoffed at him "Oh it's on!" you then place your left leg again on his right one and start to rub your clit faster than before making you moan so loud saying things like "Ohhh baby..." "Si, Arooonnn, si!" you're so wet it made it easier to switch from rubbing your clit into inserting two fingers inside you. your other hand then reached for his growing bulge. He refused to touch you but you definitely wouldn't refuse to touch him. You started palming him as you pleasure yourself earning a low growl from him. "Let me ride you baby"
You then suddenly felt his hand over yours, the one you had on your pussy and jerk it. "You drive me crazy"
sara/me:
He managed to push you away a little so he could finally flip you both over so he was now on top.
Smirking down at you he pulled down his pants, making his hard dick slap against his lower stomach.
„Open up."
You bit your lip and jerked your head back to give him easier access to hover over your face. Slowly he slid his dick in your welcoming mouth, making both of you moan out softly.
„Mhm just like that." he groaned and held onto the wall for support as you were sucking his tip seductively.
„Take it." he suddenly spoke and pushed his length into your mouth. It was always a little hard for you to fit all of him in your little mouth but he still made sure you were okay.
There was still a little space left so you nodded at him to tell him he could push his entire dick in your mouth.
„Dont want you to gag, u know that." he just mumbled but did as you told him and he slid his cock deeper.
„Ah fuck." he groaned and threw his head back in pleasure.
You could feel tears building up, he seemed to notice too because he pulled out completely. You swallowed and took a deep breath. „You good?" he spoke but you just replied by bringing his tip back to your lips.
„Mh good girl." he moaned out as you kitten licked his tip.
„On your stomach babygirl." he groaned after you had sucked on his tip for a bit.
He got off of you and stood up to get a condom from the drawer.
Meanwhile you lied down on your naked stomach and waited for him.
„Open your legs for papi." he growled as you felt a harsh smack on your left ass cheek. That made you moan out in pain but it also felt good. It wasnt hardcore pain, but you did know it would leave a spot.
You opened your legs and lifted your hips up a little.
„Yes good." you heard his deep voice behind you.
Arón grabbed a pillow and placed it under your hips for support. „Ready for my cock honey?" he asked.
„Yes papi." you moaned as a response before he slowly slid his hard cock into your trembling pussy. „Ah fuck you're always so tight." he whispered and grabbed your hips roughly.
Without hesitation he started slamming into you as if there was no tomorrow. With harsh thrusts he kept hitting your g-spot, making your eyes roll back and your mouth fall open.
Arón was moaning loudly as you could already feel him getting closer.
He changed his angle a little by aiming higher, laying down on your butt.
„Babe." he growled and suddenly grabbed you by your hair.
He he never done that before.
And he knew you didnt like it since your head was sensitive.
But that moment you were so turned on, you didnt even think of stopping his actions.
Arón fucked you roughly and fast while you were moaning out his name or cursed. You could hear him panting against your back.
„Im coming baby." he groaned and slammed into you with no mercy. You couldnt keep it any longer either.
Two last thrusts and he had you coming for him. Your body started shaking as your orgasm went through your body like lightening.
„Yes baby come on." he smacked your butt once again until he came as well. „Fuck yes." he almost screamed and jerked your head up on your hair.
It hurt but you were too concentrated on your own orgasm you didnt realize.
Your back was up against his chest while his cock was twitching in you, spilling his cum into the condom.
„Ah fuck." he breathed out as he calmed down from his intense orgasm.
You were pretty exhausted too and just expected him to cuddle you and finish the movie but he suddenly whispered:"On your back."
You were confused but followed his commands and lied down.
„Put your arms behind your back. No touching until I come back."
By nodding you agreed and he left the room without saying any more.
You waited patiently for him to come back and it was really hard not to touch yourself. You just came, yes, but your clit hadnt gotten any of his attention yet. And usually he ate you out before sex or at least rubbed your clit while he was fucking you.
It took him about 5 minutes to finally return to the bedroom, he was now wearing jeans, but his upper body was still exposed.
„Did you touch yourself baby?"
You shook your head truthfully and spoke:"No I didnt."
-„Promise?" he asked and stood in front of the bed looking at you.
„I promise daddy."
He nodded and finally climbed inbetween your legs.
„Good girl."
He spread your legs carefully before finally attaching his lips to your thighs, placing soft kisses everywhere.
This boy could really fuck you rough and tell you you're his baby a second later.
Your hands were still behind your back, just as he had told you to, while his tongue was tracing circles on your thighs and lower stomach.
„Arón." you moaned out, seeking pleasure.
He loved being called daddy or papi, but hearing you say his name was his biggest turn on. He loved your voice, and when it said his given name he got reminded how much he loves you really.
„You sure you deserve this for being such a bitch to me before?" he played.
„Arón please." you exclaimed and looked down at him.
He was just laying there, looking up at you, no part of his body touching yours anymore.
„You know what. Nah. Maybe tomorrow."
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vigor-the-visionary · 4 years
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once a handmaiden thoughts
THIS EPISODE STIRRED A LOT OF FEELINGS IN ME SO I JUST HAFTA... LET IT OUT,,, sorry for rambling,,, it just really,, made me,,, feel,,, so MANY things  ; ; ;; ;;
under read more!! because this is LONG YEEHAW
First of all. team awesome??? making weapons ??? that little fist and butt bump they did???? blessed.
Eugene’s face when he was asking permission for project obsidian,, and zach’s voice acting... made me ‘aww :’)’ and ‘awww ;-;’
OK cass finding the missing glass shard felt kinda... ‘eh’ for me ?? would ramble a WHOLE lot more on this case but i wanna focus on the positive things in this episode so lets leave that for another time, (or another person)
REALLY loved the bit where cass saw flashes of zhan tiri when she touched her,, quality animation 11/10 
THANK YOU TANGLED CREW FOR THE GOOD OWL AND CASSANDRA INTERACTIONS THAT WAS DELICIOUS. (it was one of my fav wishes to see them interact so this was genuinely one of the BEST things in the episode for me)
is the real faith okay ??? where is she, i wanna hug her
(ngl the entire episode billie eilish’s im the bad guy kept threatening to break through my brain until it was the only thing i could comprehend the whole episode)
FUCK GOTH GREMLIN LADY. fuck u, i hate u. bitch.
im happy cry over the fact that cass still wants to be friends, but is still clearly struggling to process Feelings (tm)
the MAIN TRIO HANGING OUT JUST LIKE SEASON 1 DAYS MADE ME UGLY SOB YOU REALLY DONT KNOW WHAT WE’VE LOST UNTIL THE SHOW JUST DANGLED IT IN FRONT OF MY FACE. PLEASE JUST MAKE UP ALREADY HOLY FUCK
frederick in a handmaiden dress..... effervescent. (CASS’S FACE WHEN SHE TURNED INTO EUGENE HAD ME WHEEZING)
the comedy when cass was having trouble w the cloak is ten times more hilarious when u actually try to pay attention to what eugene and raps was talking abt in that scene. believe me, listen to it....
god..... the cass and eugene banter,,, it was barely existing but it was there,, and i want to cry....
the new gopher was TOO MF CUTE and IM DISTRAUGHT OVER THE FACT THAT THEY DIDNT EVEN USE HER KJDFHLKDF
‘RAPS’ MADE ME DIE INSIDE.... it really was always cass’ nickname for her.... never really suited anyone else calling her that (not even eugene)
the play was an absolute disaster and I LOVED IT let me slurp more of that angst juice lads (i was dying at catalina and angry costumed as black rocks,, u go rock em girls)
OK O K OKOK OKOK OKO KO THAT FIGHT SCENE. THAT ANIMATION. THE VOICE ACTING. THE EMOTIONS ON EVERYONES FACES. THE MOMENT ZHAN FUCK TIRI REMOVED CASS’ CLOAK YOU COULD CLEARLY SEE THE GENUINE FEAR IN RAPS’ FACE AND IM CRYING
(small tidbit i 'AWWWED’ when the camera panned to eugene and varian and the latter was riding fidella, tf, too cute)
seriously. fuck zhan tiri.
the biggest thing i was disappointed about in this episode,, is cass saying gothel’s line, ‘you want me to be the bad guy? etc etc’,  exact word for word. do i need explaining for this, i dont really thinks so. :(
EUGENE GUSHING TIME. 
the way our lad was handling everything,,, made me feel so proud,, and so sad,, at the same time.... here you have his first real job as captain of the guard, tainted by the strained relationships with cass and the sort. he’s struggling to put his feelings into light too, you know he was more keen on giving up on cass, but..
when his voice slightly broke when he was speaking to her ‘you were like a sister-’ i dont know man.. i think he’s just sad and tired of losing people he cares about,,, :’(( 
though i dont have much hope for it, id really love a eugene and cass scene where these idiot siblings just talk heart-to-heart out w each other,, that will be,, the biggest wish i have for the finale, tbh
lance: appears, me: oh right u exist
ZHDFKHDKFH FOR REAL I WAS REALLY SURPRISED WHEN HE JUST SHOWED UP
THEN SUDDENLY ADIRA AND HECTOR WERE THERE TOO TF ???
but quirin??? missing??? WHERE
AND THEN EDMUND APPEARED AND MY THEORY JUST WENT OUT THE FUCKING WINDOW LMFAO
idk if im missing anything,,, but ok.. time to cool down a bit. 
eugene’s voice,, calling out rapunzel’s name.. just made me ;__;
the DRAMA of the camera pans when rapunzel was running to look at what happened to corona,, thank u sm that hurt
new dream hand holding!!! yeehaw. 
raps’ face. no talk, she angy
OK. next episode?? i have high hopes! (i think its 2 hours ??? i am crying for this finale lads) until next time, tangled,, u have crushed my heart countless times but hopefully we’ll have a happy end yet :’))
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☠ & ✮ ( we love the cathartic vent lmao.
⚔️ Salty Af Munday Meme // CLOSED ⚔️
☠ What does someone have to do for an instant unfollow from you?
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// I tend to be really thorough about checking out blogs before I follow them (or follow them back). Make sure they have rules, abouts, that we’ll be able to communicate well (which I can usually tell by reading their rules pages), go through the blog itself to check out their writing and portrayal ahead of time and see if our styles would work well. And also, how they chatter ooc can tell you a lot about what to expect.
// Generally, if I unfollow someone really suddenly it’s for one of three reasons. Bc 1) they said some racist/homophobic/transphobic/hateful shit outta nowhere. Like, there was no buildup or red flags leading up to that point. Just a Carrie-style sudden dump of red paint right on my head with their behavior.
// 2) Untagged vent posts. I get that some people need to get something out every now and then, but I’ve followed people who just post walls upon walls of nothing but untagged vent posts and it’s so, SO uncomfortable. Especially because they tend to either overshare things that you really just shouldn’t post online and tell complete strangers, or they threaten to harm themselves and refuse to actually talk to people who are very clearly offering them an outlet to communicate and trying to help them.
// Or 3) you’re being a jackass or a creep. Towards me or towards my muses. I’ve had people make comments about how, despite all the research and studying I’ve put into my muses, I can’t play them bc I’m not XYZ. Including a bear (yes someone once rolled up into IMs trying to to tell me I could not play Cheeseburger because I was neither a “buff hairy gay man” nor “2000 pound terrestrial mammal that hibernates all winter”— their exact words). Or because they don’t agree with my portrayal (which oddly enough, those are often directed at the muses who have no background). These asks are few and far between thankfully, but I do get them both here and on my OC account. And they are annoying at worst and laughable at best.
✮ Have you managed to stay away from drama?
// For the most part I’d say so. I came here to write, not spread rumors or hear the hot goss about people I don’t even know. After coming back from my break, I found it too exhausting to get involved in. I don’t know how people continuously churn out callout posts and feed into cancel culture, being angry is exhasuting, and blocking and walking away is so easy. I just don’t have the time and energy for drama, and I avoid it as much as possible. Hell, I try to avoid stirring the pot in any capacity really. I’ve got my own problems, I can’t busy getting up in other people’s that may or may not even be true.
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k-drabblings · 5 years
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letters to you (pt. 2)
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KIM TAEHYUNG (V) X READER Type | Genre: slice of life au | fluff/angst Word Count: 1738 A/N: it’s been hard finding time to update in general but i have a soft spot for this fic! hope you enjoy. 
One
After Taehyung's first visit, we managed to keep in touch until somewhere around early springtime. The Kakao messages got increasingly sparse as he got closer to his mysterious debut date and college examinations loomed over my head as I entered my final year of high school.  The flutters I had felt were long forgotten in lieu of books and essays. 
It wasn't until summer that I was reminded of Taehyung. Auntie Kim came barging into our house bright and early with excited shouts of his debut. 
I was already awake, studying my butt off upstairs in the lovely solitude of my room. 
"He's releasing the album tomorrow! Tomorrow! My Taehyungie is finally debuting!" 
My heart couldn't help but stir a little at his name, as if it was remembering an old habit. I hesitantly reached for my phone, wondering if it would be out of place to send him a congratulatory message.
[07:55AM] To: Taehyung Grats, superstar. It's about time.
To my surprise, the reply came instantly.
[07:55AM] From: Taehyung Dont tell me my mom woke u all up this early to tell u...  [07:55AM] From: Taehyung But thats just like her isnt it [07:56AM] From: Taehyung Goddamn shes embarrassing [07:56AM] From: Taehyung But thx ;)
I smiled, heart skipping a little faster, but I decided to play it cool and leave him hanging. It didn't necessarily warrant a response anyway. 
It was more than two hours later into my reading when my phone buzzed.
[10:13AM] From: Taehyung Im coming home for a few days next month.
[10:13AM] From: Taehyung Excited to see me? ;)
My stomach suddenly twisted into a knot, butterflies I hadn't felt for months threatening to creep back. Goddamn him and his flirty winking emoticons. 
[10:21AM] To: Taehyung Not really 
[10:21AM] To: Taehyung But you can come anyway I guess
I wondered if I had waited an ample enough amount of time to not look so desperately eager to answer him. Childish, I know, but I couldn’t help it.  I returned to my studies with a renewed energy, suddenly feeling empowered by the thought of having something to look forward to.
Taehyung looked so different that it was hard to believe only two seasons had passed since I last saw him. He was the slightest bit less lanky and his hair was dyed blonde. God, who would have thought he'd look so good with Barbie hair? I stared at him in silence for a few moments before giving him an awkward wave.
"Y/N!"
I could have sworn his voice got deeper, but I didn't have time to mull over the thought really as he scooped me into a big embrace. It knocked the wind out of me -- in a good way. "Nice to see you too, Taehyung," I mumbled into his chest. He smelled like laundry with a hint of musk.  It was strange seeing him in shorts and a tee, legs and arms so bare. Had he always been so tan? 
It was our mother's ideas to catch up over lunch, and although my books were practically screaming at me, I decided to be a little careless and enjoy some time with my long lost friend. It seemed like Taehyung always brought out the irresponsible side of me.
"So how've you been?" Taehyung asked expectantly.
I had never been a fan of small talk, but there was no other way to really begin the conversation. "Alright, I guess. Studying mostly. Actually, only studying.."
"Ah, so once I left, you were no longer a genius."
I couldn't help but crack a smile. 
"No boyfriend?" 
"My textbooks are my boyfriends." I sighed, feeling the nervous guilt of ditching my studies gnawing away at me. I was so determined to get top scores, go to one of the top universities in Seoul, and then the world would be my oyster. It was somewhat reckless to be here comfortably chatting the time away with Taehyung.
He smirked. "Wow, what a player. Didn't think you were like that, Y/N." 
I rolled my eyes before a chuckle escaped my lips. "Enough about my boring life. I bet yours has been crazy exciting. With your debut, and... shows... and singing?" It was too obvious I didn't know anything about the idol lifestyle.
"Yes. Shows and singing. Hit the nail right on the head," he joked. There was a brief pause before he sighed. "It's actually more like crazy busy than crazy exciting." I watched his still-beautiful fingers run through his dyed locks. "But yeah on top of shows and singing, it's a lot of promotions right now... We're trying to win Rookie of the Year and just get ourselves more out there... Grow our fanbase, you know?"
He sounded so desperate for a moment that I almost reached out to touch his hand in comfort. I didn't know anything really, but I could tell he worked his ass off every day, and he was hoping more than anything that his efforts would pay off in the end. I could sympathize with that -- we were kind of in the same boat when I thought of it like that, and it was comforting.
"How long are you here for this time?" I asked timidly. 
"Three days." A loud sigh left his lips. "I know, short as fuck." He was biting his lip nervously, eyes wandering for few seconds before landing on mine. "And I know you're probably busy as hell, but couldn't you make some time for your fave Kpop idol?" A cheeky grin broke out onto his face, and I was instantly reminded of the Taehyung I had grown so comfortable with last winter. And just like that, it was so easy to fall back into his trap.
My books were neglected as I spent the next few days with Taehyung. It was like we had fallen back into our old habits -- going to the cafe in the morning, watching I Hear Your Voice or some other drama in the afternoon, and driving to the mountains or downtown in the evening. 
He still took his coffee much too sweet. And with the way he comfortably settled in next to me besides the couch, shoulder to shoulder, it was like nothing had changed. By the second day, it felt like he had never even left.
I loved the drives the most. The skies were clear and starry, and with the wind blowing through my hair, going anywhere felt like an adventure. The scenic view of town from the cliffs was different now that it was summer. It was so green and lush, as if the colors had all become more vibrant now that he was back. The days were longer and warm, so we spent more time outside. He treated me to ice cream every day because he was "now a working man," as he called it. 
"I missed this," he announced with a sigh, laying back into the grass.
"Hm?" I absentmindedly continued to poke around for the cake bits in my ice cream.
"Just chilling around like this. With you."
The last two words were said so nonchalantly, but they resonated so deeply in my silly heart that my entire body tensed up. 
"You're leaving tomorrow, Taehyung." Was I saying it to remind him... or myself?
He rose from his position and gestured towards the car. "It's good though. You need to study anyway." He grinned. "Genius or nerd, whichever you are, I'm sure you still need to get back to your books. The college exams are in a few months, aren't they?" 
I hadn’t known, but he had overheard my mother yelling at me the previous morning for spending all day with him. It hadn't stopped him from distracting me all day today though.
I nodded, swallowing nervously. I didn't want to think about my looming tests and their gravity on my future outlook. With Taehyung, I could enjoy a reprieve from it all. I didn't want him to leave.
"You'll be fine," he murmured softly, hand messily patting my head. "We'll both work hard, and we'll see each other again before we know it."
My eyes were hopeful as I looked up at his golden face. "When's the next time you'll be back?" He wasn't even gone yet, and I was already looking forward to our reunion.
"Hopefully the holidays." His mumbles were laced with uncertainty, and he tried to give me a reassuring smile. "I'll try to keep in touch, Y/N. Much more than last time."
The way he wrapped his arm around my shoulder made me almost believe he would keep his promise.
He didn't. It was only a few days after he returned to Seoul that the texts stopped coming. I wasn't surprised. From what I heard from Auntie Kim, his group was getting ready for their comeback, and I wasn't in a position to chase for replies either. I was frantically catching up with what I missed, but it didn't help that I'd occasionally get distracted by the thoughts of him already forgetting me.
The leaves turned from green to yellow, oranges, and reds before turning brown and withering off. My birthday passed uneventfully with a casual text from Taehyung. I traded in loose shorts for leggings and sweats, and pulled out my winter gear from the back of the closet. Other than my clothes, however, nothing changed much. Day in and day out, my nose was buried in textbooks, my hand deathly sore from writing notes.
It felt unreal when the examination day finally came. I woke up like any other day, but instead of heading to the school library with books in tow, I headed there with only a few last minute notes and a pencil case. Basically every other kid in my year was walking down the streets with me, hearts nervously thumping as we all knew the test we faced would determine our future.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I was reminded to turn it off. But at the sight of the familiar name that hadn't graced my screen in months, my heart fluttered.
[08:16AM] From: Taehyung Good luck genius
It was nice to think that he was somewhere in the capital city thinking about me this early in the morning. 
With a happy heart, I powered down my mobile device. Perhaps this exam would be my ticket to Seoul, a little closer to Taehyung.
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ursoself-satisfying · 5 years
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an OC sneak peek [2/?]
ok heres another w the accompanying oc!!! its ginger n maryanne 4ever!!!!! i lov them sm!!!!! but anyway heres another excerpt from around the same time n its MORE angst n I hope u like my vagueness lol,, PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK!!! LEMME KNO WHAT U THINK!!!! ilyall enjoy ::””)) IM GONNA PREFACE THIS W THE FACT THAT IK IRL BRIAN IS A PURE MAN N THIS WOULD NEVER HAPPEN N ANITA IS A GODDESS BUT THIS IS JUST FOR THE DRAMA ITS TOTAL FICTION I MEAN ABSOLUTELY NO DISRESPECT TOWARDS ANY OF THEM its got some cheating ig so be aware that anita is my mom n the loml pls dont call me out ::(( 
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“Anything to drink?” He asked casually, causing the girl to squirm in her seat. Her discomfort was amusing to him, as she was the one who had traveled out in the first place. She was present of her own volition but acted as though her emotions had such an irresistible hold on her, or rather Brian did, that she was there out of a primal need rather than any conscious decision.
“No- No, I’m ok, thank you.” The tall man glanced back at her with a soft, sad air about him. This feeling often came with their interactions as of late, despite their past. He averted his gaze from her body and turned his attention on pouring himself some tea instead. They existed in simple silence for a few moments, the only sound in the small kitchen was that of the kettle on the stove and the pouring of boiling water in his cup. He stood at the counter and took a long sip before turning slowly to sit across from his unsolicited guest. A feather soft smile graced his lips as he took her in. Even in an unfortunate situation, she was unbelievable, the same as ever.
The woman bit her lip before leaning forward and uncrossing her tense legs, “So, uh, wh-”
Brian set his drink down with a small clink on the table, the sound meant to interrupt her question. He just stared into the hot earthy contents for a moment and stirred it slowly. “Anita’s at her semi-annual retreat this week without me.” He cleared his throat, “I couldn’t spare the time between the post-production bustle and having to prepare for the cosmos convention.” His smile was thin and he took a sip of his tea before continuing, “I’m home alone for a while,” his eyes traced the woman’s silhouette before meeting her gaze as she was doing the same to him, “but I think you knew that.”
“Look-” She started quietly, but ultimately she could maintain the eye contact long enough to finish and slouched for a second instead. Ginger looked down at his comment, avoiding the aim of his accusatory glance. With a huff, she sat up and turned to face suddenly face him directly. “Maryanne kicked me out for the night.”
The elder of the two raised his brows and put his cup down with a concerned expression. “She kicked you out?” He asked incredulously.
The redhead swallowed, “Shes ‘moving on’.” She spat her words at him with a clear distaste for her lovers choice of actions as well as words.
The long fingers of the guitarist slid across the table and laid open for an embrace. Ginger glanced up at him cautiously before deciding his soft eyes held genuity and she laced her hand in his. The tips of his digits wrapped around her like they were made to fit with one another. Her hands in his caused a wave of emotions to ripple from the contact and Brian could barely handle it. He sniffled and slowly let his thumb slide over the never aging skin of the woman he once adored, and though he would tell himself otherwise, he still adored.
“I'm sorry,” he began, but she shook her head violently with an angry frown. She unintentionally squeezed his outstretched hand but he squeezed right back.
“Don't be. She’s just-” Ginger sighed, “She's different now, you know?”
Her aura slowly shifted from that of deep warm hues to softer cooler tones, from red and oranges to blues and purples like a dying flame coming down from its hottest point. Brian could feel the shift shoot through her and he prepared himself to stand and hold her the minute she needed him to.
Ginger looked up to meet Brian's sympathetic stare. He had always been the key to their emotions and it unlocked some kind of flood gate in her. She could feel it rush all at once in seemingly every part of her body. “I just don't wanna lose her, Brian!” She let it our like a gust of wind from her mouth, a storm of repressed worried. “I can't-! Not like I lost you!”
Just as he knew he would be needed, the man stood and went to her side. She stood as he approached and let him engulf her in his long arms as tears escaped and ran down her already red cheeks. She was shaking, having no way to handle or process the realization their return had thrust upon her. Brian held her sobbing head close in his chest, stroking her short hair and tightening his limbs protectively around her warm body. She could feel him place a small kiss on her head, whispering and cooing to her as he once had long ago, “Hush now, it'll all be alright, my darling girl,” his voice would waver now and again as he calmed her, “my sweet, beautiful, darling, darling, girls.” The smaller hands of the woman held dependently to the collar of his sweater and she choked back a final sob before attempting to speak again.
Her small voice came out with a rasp, raw from her cries, as she tilted her head back to meet the eyes of her familiar love, “We made things work, Brian. Why can't we just be like that again?” She pleaded with shining green eyes that took the man to another scene for a moment, one of discovery and firsts, one full of ecstasy and elation, but one so different than his present. “We were happy, Harold. Why can't we be happy again?” A weak attempt at a smile graced her lips at the loosening of her tongue, unfolding the old name like opening an old scrapbook.
Had her hands not been traveling up his changed face to tether him to his physical body, her use of his other name, so intimate and exclusive, would have had him lost right then and there in the sensation she provided. She cradled his face and her shaking lips begged to be kissed, tangling her fingers in his grey curls to entice him. Drifting closer and closer until he was bent to breathe down her neck, the temptation became too much.
It may have started at the neck but it moved in hot streaks from the necks to jaws to lips on lips. While Ginger's hands were preoccupied with the buttons of his shirt, Brian’s were holding her as close to him as he could, sprawled out on her back dangerously close to her ass. She mapped out his chest with the tips of her nails while her tongue did the same with his mouth. Nothing needed to be mapped, really, because for her it was like walking down a road to your first home. Even after you've left it, you'll always remember how to get there, no matter how much shrubbery grows over the path or how long it goes unattended. Brian was their home and they always seemed to find their way back to him, regardless of the distance put between them.
Brian thought she was exactly the same. Everything about her physically was just as she was when she left him. He then pulled away at the reemergence of that memory. As he separated from her, she mewled in protest, the loss of connection cold on her. That was right, though, she had left and he had stayed. Years and years had gone by and he had made a life for himself, more of a life, or in the very least a life without them.
“Brian,” Ginger moaned, trying to snake her arms back around his neck, “baby, what's wrong?” Her eyes were closed and her shirt was half haphazardly pushed up but her exposure only made Brian suddenly feel sicker.
“You know what's wrong, my love.” His languid fingers worked to pry her needy form off him with much difficulty. Her pouts turned to frowns and he gently, if not reluctantly, pulled her clothes back in place on her but she swatted him away as he spoke. “Ginger, darling, all of this is what's wrong.”
He motioned to them, to the empty house, to the hairs sticking to her face like sunny, golden, cherubic looking locks. She was glowing, but wasn't she always? She was in his eyes but that only made it all harder. “What?” She spat, “That- That I still love you? That's wrong?”
So much of it hurt him but he- He had to. It was really the only acceptable course of action. The teenager in him beat on his heart like Roger on a gong and begged and pleaded for there to be another way, for him to run away with her like he was 17 again, but he was old and his heart no longer reverberated in his chest like it used to. “You're the most intelligent creature I've ever encountered, my love. You know why all this is wrong.”
The tears returned and rolled down her face in record time as she bit her lip. “Why can't things go back to the way they were? It was perfect-”
He sighed, “The world is always changing-”
“I love you, Brian Harold May! And you still love me! I know you do! Isn’t that what you taught us?” With calculated steps, she aimed to close the distance between them but the older man kept her at arms distance now. “If we're in love then we should be together!” With every word, her speech became less and less intelligible through her sobs. “I just- I don’t understand!”
His heart shook as it shattered in his chest at her final words, a final crash to end an epic saga. “Things are a lot more complicated now, Ginger. You'll understand someday-” He held back his own tears and watched her pace the floor in front of him.
“Don't be so fucking condescending!” She snapped, stopping to look him in the eyes, the same eyes she saw when she first arrived. They were the only consistent thing in her long life, the love he held in his gaze. It softened her against her will. She wanted to be angry, not for the first time ever, but for the first time for personal reasons.
Brian paused at this. He had never seen her exhibit this much emotion before especially not aggression. All this time and he wasn't sure if he’d ever seen her this mad. “I'm sorry-”
“Don't be.” There she was. She was back to being cold. Face dry and slack, she was a woman of logic and decision. She collected herself and her things, jackets, and bags scattered around the room, refusing any help or assistance offered by Brian.
He didn't do a thing to stop her in the end. He knew she would find somewhere else to go, to stay, someone else to keep her warm. He had no doubt about that. She was well loved and well read, but ignorant in the ways of society. He worried but he couldn't have stopped her if he’d wanted to anyway. He desperately wanted to, but he knew the second his skin sparked on hers again he wouldn't be able to stop this time. No one in his life deserved that, his kids didn't deserve a father like that and his wife, God, she deserved more than he was being right then.
The door closed with a slam and Brian watched from the window as she got in her car but she didn't leave. She just sat there, hunched over her steering wheel and what he could only assume was yelling. Her mouth was wide and her eyes were shut tightly. He hadn't even realized the tears falling from his own eyes. He didn't wait for her to leave, he couldn't take the site of her any longer, not here not like this.
Behind some of his amps, Brian kept a box. It was filled with old photos, some bits of clothing, and all sorts of pieces of art. His favorite, of course, was the photos though. There they were, all together, smiling and in love. The three of them, they were- They were unstoppable, untouchable. It was golden with them, always. God, he thought how did it come to this? How could their story have arrived at this conclusion? And all Brian could assume was that this simply wasn't yet the conclusion.
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