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fetishfairytales2 · 2 months

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Besties 3.5 (Story)

This was originally written as a continuation of a story by @wittlesissyb4by called Besties. Check out all their fantastic stories on Tumblr and SubscribeStar.

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Besties 3.5: Meeting Ms. Lyndsey

I couldn't stop myself from laughing when Heather whipped out her phone and was like; “Girl, you need to see the fun I have with my sissy girl." And poor Brandon just started begging like the biggest loser ever, using this super pathetic, sissy voice to try to convince Heather. "Pleeeease, Mommy! Don't do it! Please!" Ugh, it was so pathetic; his face was just full-on tears! I had to roll my eyes and try not to laugh in his sissy face as Heather and I exchanged a look of amusement and disgust.

"Oh, honey, Daddy definitely had a good time with Sissy Brandi, didn’t he?” Heather teased as we were dying laughing, and poor Brandi was sobbing still like a little baby. I didn’t feel bad for the little loser, though; I mean, he totally deserved it for being such a beta. "Come on, let's show Ms. Lyndsey how Daddy likes to play with his sissies! She wants to see it, Brandi! I promise she won’t laugh too much! So, stop being such a cry baby," she winked, shoving the penis pacifier back into Brandi’s mouth.

It was grainy; at first, I could only make out two dark figures on a bed. Then a light came on, and I could see Brandon all dressed up like some sort of frilly doll. He was dressed in an absolutely ridiculous pink ruffled dress with his hands cuffed together and his diaper around his ankles. Humiliating, but totally deserved for someone as pathetic as him. And then this video zooms in on his teeny-weeny little cock, all locked up in that cute pink chastity cage. I can't even. It's too good.

Connor, that stud that he is, was towering over that pathetic sissy, holding Brandon’s legs up in the air and spanking his bare ass! "I asked you a question, you little cucky bitch! Tell me who you belong to, you worthless loser!" Connor was yelling between spanks. Heather was standing behind the camera, laughing her ass off, while Connor continued to dish out the punishment. "You better answer him, Brandi,” she warned with a giggle. “Tell Daddy who owns your worthless ass."

Brandon finally managed to whimper out the words in his pathetic baby voice. "I… I belong to Mommy and to you, Daddy Connor! Please stop spanking me, pretty please!"

Connor laughed and swiftly undid his pants, taking the familiar pacifier pinned to Brandon's dress and jamming it between the sissy's quivering lips. "Uh-oh..." Heather laughed again, filled with bitchy amusement. "It looks like someone really managed to piss off Daddy."

Brandi squirmed, but Connor quickly flipped him onto his stomach, pulling him up to his knees by the sissy ponytail in his hair. Brandi whimpered behind his gag and tried like a helpless sissy to crawl away, but Connor just spanked his ass again. “Hold still for ‘Daddy’ Connor boomed, flipping Brandi onto his stomach. Firmly grasping the sissy's hair, Connor pulled Brandi up to his knees. “Just tease him with it, babe,” Heather laughed. “She’s so excited to be a good sissy slut for her Daddy!”

Heather kept directing; she was obviously really into this! “Really make her beg for it! That little slut LOVES being choked!" Connor grabbed ahold of Brandon's throat and commanded his hips to move back. "Look at that slut swaying her hips! Whooo!" Heather laughed at poor Brandon, whose eyes were tightly shut, tears streaming down now. “Aww, what’s wrong, sissy? You don’t like it when Daddy works those sissy hips? Twerk for Daddy Brandi! Be a good girl,” Heather encouraged.

Heather entered the camera frame as she ran over to the simpering, suffering Brandi. She never stopped filming as she started to spank Brandon. "Come on, Brandi," she ordered, her camera zooming in on Brandon's face, "beg him. Beg him for it like a good girl." The sight of Brandon was absolutely ridiculous, with his smeared lipstick and raccoon eyes from the running mascara. His blubbering made him look like the pathetic little baby he was dressed as.

Heather was sounding totally wicked, and I couldn't get enough of it. I loved this new, bitchy side of her. She lectured her trapped boyfriend like a disappointed mother. "Stop being such a squirmy sissy," she scolded. "Daddy loves Mommy very much, and he'll do anything I ask." She was stroking Brandon’s cheeks like she was trying to soothe him! "I think it's important for you to understand why I chose a real man like Connor instead of a pathetic sissy like you. I really think Daddy Connor is doing both of us a favor." I couldn't believe what I was hearing as I looked up at Heather. "There's no way he's going to..." She just laughed. “I’m telling you, girl, I fucking own Brandi now! Watch, this is the good part!”

I watched as Heather very enthusiastically began stroking Connor’s cock, getting him ready. “Ask Daddy very politely to fuck your bum bum,” she leaned in, talking almost directly in Brandon’s ear; “and thank him afterward, of course!”

"P...p...p..." *sob*... "Oh my God, Connor, I'm so sorry, man, please..." Brandon broke down in another temper tantrum as he struggled to get the pacifier out of his mouth. But before he could say another word, Heather intervened and took control, slapping Brandon across the face and grabbing his chin. "YOU DO NOT SPEAK TO DADDY LIKE THAT!" She hit him again, this time with even more force. “NOW ASK HIM TO FUCK YOU and do it into the camera in your sweetest fucking sissy voice!” Heather composed herself and zoomed in, perfectly framing Brandon's face. “P…p…pwease Daddy, pwease fuck me so good!!” Brandon begged, as convincingly as possible, through tears.

Connor flashed a cocky grin and thrust into the sissy with a smug look of satisfaction. He started with just the tip of his cock, teasing Brandon before gradually inching it deeper and deeper. “Shhh,” Heather winked before shoving the pacifier gag back into Brandon's mouth roughly and securing it with a strap around his head. “Mmmmph…mppph!” Poor Brandi begged.

"Well, well, it looks like someone's a tight little slut.” Heather laughed before standing up and making a show of letting some spit drip down Brandon's ass. "Since you’re such a naughty little girl, that’s all the lube you get!” She playfully turned to Connor, giving him a sly wink. "Oh, honey, don't go easy on her just because it's her first time. Trust me, she's going to beg for more eventually.”

Just as Brandon was forced into an uncomfortable rhythm, Connor pulled and slapped him hard on the ass. “Faster bitch!” Brandon squealed as Connor pulled out and thrust deeper into him. Heather was loving every minute of it. “That’s it, baby! Make sure our lucky girl feels every inch!” I was almost jealous of Heather; Connor really looked like he knew what he was doing! Poor Brandon, though, wasn't quite prepared for what Connor could do! The smaller sissy was completely at the mercy of such an alpha, and Connor was definitely taking advantage of that. He was practically lifting Brandon up by the hips, slamming the powerless sissy back down. "Wow, he’s fucking him like a porn star!” I giggled as I watched.

I watched Heather take her seat on the bed, looking like a total boss bitch. She grabbed her sissy’s chin, her nails digging into his skin, and made him look at her. "Fuck, this is hot.” With a smug smirk, she cheered Connor on over Brandon’s pleas for mercy: "Treat her like a dirty slut baby! Look! Our sissy girl is loving feeling her Daddy fucking her!” She squeezed Brandon’s tear-stained face into a fake smile around the paci. “Show Sissy Brandi what a real man can do, make sure that pathetic loser knows why I chose a strong alpha like you."

Connor must have been into the dirty talk. "Fuck, I'm close," he moaned. Heather faked a gasp and grabbed a hold of Brandi’s ponytail. "Oooh, did you hear that, Sissy? I think Daddy needs a little more to work with, don't you?" I laughed out loud watching Heather start tickling Brandon! He was laughing so hard that he choked on his cock paci and she was tickling him so much that poor sissy's hips started to slam onto Connor’s cock!

"Good girl!" Heather cooed and giggled. "You don't want to be a dead fish, do you?" Connor grunted as he pushed Brandon further and further into the bed with each thrust. "Fuck…fuck, oh shit," Connor moaned. "Uh-oh, Daddy likes it when you move like that, huh?" Heather teased, sticking her tongue out at Brandon and digging her nails deeper into his sides and armpits. Connor was grunting louder and louder while Sissy Brandi struggled to remain silent as more tears streamed down his face.

"Aww, sissy!” Heather squealed. "You're just drooling at the thought of making Daddy Connor cum, aren't ya, sweetie? I know you just love taking all that real man jizz like the good little slut that you are, don’tcha?" Heather cooed. I was blown away as I watched Connor pull out of Brandon, leaving the poor sissy to collapse on the bed, looking like he had just run a marathon. The video paused. “That’s what 9 inches looks like girl,” Heather whispered with a laugh as she saw my shocked face expression. “He’s so good, I fucking love it! Watch though; it’s almost over.

I couldn't look away from the screen as Heather grabbed Brandon's hair, pulling him towards the edge of the bed. "Come on, Sissy, it's not over yet!" she purred while pulling Brandi down beside her to kneel in front of Connor. She eagerly tugged on Conner‘s cock; she was bringing him closer and closer to the edge. “Almost there, baby,” Connor grunted. With a smile, Heather stepped back and gestured for Brandon to take over. "Make Daddy cum like the good little submissive slut you are," she laughed, removing the sissy’s pacifier gag.

“Show him how you enjoyed him popping your sissy cherry! Sissy Brandi’s hand moved mechanically; he was exhausted and broken. Heather slapped him across the back of the head. "Do it with feeling, slut! Like those gross porn stars you used to watch until I locked your cock up! Give it a little sissy kiss too.”

Brandon hesitated as he lowered his head towards Connor's groin; he was totally grossed out by the thought of tasting his own ass. But before he could back out, Heather shoved his head all the way down to Connor's balls. “No, no, no sissy cum breath,” she chided him with a laugh. “Get down there!” Poor Brandon was drooling and gagging like a champ!

“Get a move on, Brandi!" Heather barked, yanking him by the hair and guiding him forcefully. "Work that shaft up and down; we ain't got all day, princess!" She let go of his hair, but not before giving him a slap on the back of the head. "Now, be a good little Daddy's girl and finish the job!"

I loved watching Brandon be so thoroughly humiliated, but I think Heather was living for it. I watched as she gripped the back of Brandon's neck and forced him to stay in place, his face just inches away from Connor's massive cock. "Don't just stand there, sissy," Heather sneered. "Beg for it, beg for Daddy’s cum on your face!

“P…please cum on my face…d…daddy…” Brandon pathetically begged, giving up his dignity. And with a triumphant sigh, Connor granted his wish, dumping his load on Brandon's face. “Good sissy slut,” Connor laughed, pushing Brandon over. “We do own you now.”

Heather couldn't help but smirk with satisfaction as she put her phone aside. “Nothing but a little sissy bitch now, huh?” She turned with a smile. "Well, I think it's safe to say that Brandon is no longer the biggest bully in town." I laughed, shaking my head in amusement. "He’s definitely been brought down a peg or two.”

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poisvy · 2 years

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dilf!toji x reader!ex megumi gf.

word count: 2.3k

genre: smut

warnings: use the term daddy; megumi finds out; infidelity; un-protected sex;

inspired on the book "Your Dad will Do"

you were on his door, as yesterday, but yesterday you didn't knock, you just stare at the door trying to grab some bravery, but you couldn't find it so you left.

but today you were gonna do it. you were in a tiny little drees, in the middle of the winter. your dress was red, and it reached your ass, it was covered, but almost. if you sit, you bare ass will be exposed. you had a trench coat over the drees, it was so cold that you were trembling.

you knock, and wait for him to arrive. when the door open, you could see a man with grey sweats pants and a black shirt. you were immediately wet. since you were with megumi, and he present you his father you couldn't stop having immoral thoughts of him fucking you, on the table, when dinning, on the couch, when he passed in the middle of the tv screen, and absolutely everywhere.

"oh, sweetheart, what brings you here."

then you collapse, you wanted to fuck him so bad, but you remembered that your boyfriend cheated on you, and thats why you took this step.

dont cry now, dont remember that mother fucker, you wanted this, you need this.

"i- i wanted to talk." you said with a trembling voice, you wanted to cry and at the same time you were so cold.

toji look at you, and see's that your legs are uncovered, the treach coat covered the majority of your body, but no the legs.

"come in, its freezen outside."

you enter the house and wait for him to close the door. then he turn around and looks at you with... a strange look.

"what did he did." toji says with a really mad tone.

"he-" you stutter, and then you cryed. you were so mad with him for doing this. after all those years together, after... all.

your tears were clouding you sigh , but sudently you fell two strong arms holding you, toji's arms, you could feel his cologne on your nostrils

"you will tell me when you are ready, for now just let it all out." he says petting your head.

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have been pass a while since you are in toji's arms. you were ready to tell him what your ex-boyfriend/his son did.

"im fine now." you say looking up at him with your eyes glazed from the tears. "are you gonna tell me whats wrong?". he says with a caring tone on his voice.

you sniff and grab his shirt searching for courage to tell him what his son did.

"he cheated on me..." there was a silent for a while, but you talk again. "he was fucking some guy when i come home..." you was looking at toji's chest, you didn't want to look at his eyes, you were so embarrassed.

"i know he is my son, and i shouldn't be saying this but, he a doesn't deserve you, im so sorry for what he did, i thought i raised him right, i thought i teach him to treat his partners with respect first of all, im so sorry darling." toji was so sweet with you, your feelt so safe in his arms, you feelt so good with him, you wanted to be closer to him.

you look at toji's eyes, he was already looking at you, he has his eyebrows frowned of how worried he was about the situation, about how you felt. "do you want to sit on the couch and i bring you some hot chocolate?."

you nodded as you clean your tears of your face. you were in a jam of emotions, you felt so cared, and loved for just him asking you that. but you felt something more, you felt aroused, in this situation you know it was inappropriate, it was out of the situation that was happening. in firts place you came here to fuck him, you wasn't expecting this to happend, well, you didn't know what will happend.

toji came back from the kitchen and you were sitting in the couch as he told you. he had a cup on one hand and in the other a blanket, you cant belive how sweet hes was being to you.

"heres is love." he says giving you the cup with hot chocolate, and spread the blanket on your lap. you take a sip of the hot chocolate and look at toji.

"can i ask you something?" he says looking at you. you nodded and start getting nervous for what he was going to ask. "why are you in that tiny dress.?"

shit.

since you sat on the couch you completely forgot for the reason that you were here. you evade his sight, you were so embarrassed, after he consoles you, you weren't capable of seduce him, you wanted, yes, but in this state you couldn't do it.

"mmh-" the words doesn't come out of your mouth, you can't tell him that. he gets closer to you, and puts himself in front of you. since you were sit on the couch and he stand, you had his abdomen just in front of you.

your face was totally red, you were so flustered that he notice this. he notice the situation.

"im guessing what's going on." you looked up at him, in his face you could find a smile, a cocky smile.

"you came here.." he squat as he looked at you right in your eyes, you heart was pounding in your chest. "...to seach for consolation, isn't it?" he did, he did notice.

you didn't know what to do, you were looking at his eyes but not really , you were just thinking in what to say, how to act now that he knew your intentions.

"you know, darling, since you were dating megumi, i knew that me and you were going to end up like this." he puts his dump on your lips, sensing them, feeling them. "those sights that we have each other and the sexual tension in the air every time we where in the same room alone, i knew you loved my son, but i also knew that you wanted to fuck me as much as i wanted to fuck you."

indeed, all the things that he said were right. the sights , the tension, all of that were there, but of course you thought that you were just alluding, you thought that your horniness was thinking for you.

toji puts part your lips with his dump, making you open your mouth. he puts his finger inside you mouth, underneath you tongue and behind your teeth.

you sucked his finger and bited it a little, teasing him, with this, you were giving him the lead to take this to the next step.

toji puts his finger down and kissed you.

the kiss was a feral, rough, and wet kiss; full of passion and need for each other.

toji puts his hand in your neck and lay you down on the couch, positioning himself between your legs. he puts his knee on your wet spot, just pressing there. you feelt so aroused, you have never feel this horny in your life, you wanted him, everywhere, his mouth, his hands, his cock.

you put your hands on his chest, feeling his breath, heavy breath. his pectorals were so big, you squeeze them a like, you couldn't resist. toji chuckled. "i wasn't expecting that,, i like this." toji stopped kissing you and pull you up putting you in his lap.

" i want you to do something, will you do it sweetie?" he smile at you and you nodded. "ride my thigh." you looked at him, at his marvelous face seaching for leading.

"take of your coat, your panties and lift up your drees." you did exactly what he said. firts your coat, you take it of and let it fall to the ground. second you stand to take of you underwear, and then you sit on toji's lap again. and third you lift up you dress slowly, softly, teasing toji. toji looked at you pussy enchanted.

you start moving on his thigh, wetting the grey cloth.

"look how drenched you are, come on, keep going babe."

you moved on his thigh faster, making "forward and backward" movements, as you did that you look at toji's face. toji switch his sight from your pussy to you face, he was so hard, he could feel your palpiting and heat, he could see how flush you were, your mouth open searching for air, and your eyes making contact with his.

toji grabed the part of the dress that was covering your breast and pull it down making your nipples hard for the cold air.

while you were riding his thigh, he start sucking and squeezing your tits. he was making out with your hard nipples, switching for one to other, this, keeping his eyes on yours.

all this stimulation was clearly enough to make you cum. after you finished toji didn't stopped sucking your tits, biting and leaving hickeys on them. he was grabbing your ass as your rode his thigh, and he kept his hands there.

" lets take all this cloths off and go for more serious business."

he almoust ripped your dress for the fast and hard he did it. after it he puts you on the couch as he take all his cloth off.

his cock was exposed, you can see veins on it, and he was really fucking thick. he was stand and you sit on the couch. you grabbed his length, your hand could barely close on it. you looked at toji's eyes and start jeking him off. toji just looked at you as you do it.

he loved seeing you do that, he imagine this and others much scenarios with you.

he masturbated with those thoughts about you, he felt bad for his son, he was jerk off thinking of his girlfriend.

nothing matters now, after you tell him what megumi did, all the compunction was gone.

you were jerking toji off but he stopped you grabbing you by the wrist. "stop that and lay down." you lay down on the counch with toji's hand on your wrist.

he put your wrist on top of your head and the other besides.

" you know sweetheart, i know he didn't pleased you, and im gonna take responsibility for that now." toji kissed you again with a sloppy kiss, there was saliva coming down your checks for how wet the kiss was, and the kiss wasn't the only thing wet clearly.

toji positioned his cock on your moisture, and looked at you for aprobation on doing that.

"toji, i want this, please, please daddy." toji smirk.

"you said the exact same words that i wanted to hear."

toji push his length in you cunt, both of you moaned for the release and pleasure on how good it was feeling.

toji start moving slowly, he didn't want to hurt you. after a time you start getting anxious and desperate for him, you wanted to get pounded and fucked without mercy.

"toji, toji, please, go harder, pound me harder"

toji didn't wait, he penetrate you as hardest and faster as he can. it was an unexpected movement, but you guess he was holding back.

you screamed of pleasure, you were feeling so good. his cock pounding your g-spot, his balls slamming against your ass, his moans and grows, you could see toji's face on top of you. frowned eyebrows, sweaty front, open mouth, and eyes open seeing your expressions of pleasure.

open mouth and pouty lips, beady eyes, your tits bounced from lunges of toji.

you start feeling in your limit, how your orgasm was arriving. "t-toji, ah!, im cu-cumin-!" you couldn't finish the phrase, your orgasm came hard and a wave of heat hit you.

you felt so hot and so dizzy, your orgasm was like you were injected with some tipe of drug.

after a while, toji cum too, and you felt how his cum inundate your inside, how warm it felt.

toji fall in you chest agitated and sweaty.

"lets do the rest upstairs." toji carried you on his arms, while you were on toji's arms you look at his face, he was so fucking handsome.

"you like what you see?"

" how i couldn't." you smiled at him and he smiled you back.

"i cant belive how wonderful you are, how i didnt find you first." you chuckle.

toji put you on his bed and rest on your side.

"take a breath, we are not hurry."

as you looked at toji's eyes you hear how a door down stairs open. you and toji lokeed at each other wide open.

"dad i came to pick up the things that you told me!."

toji stand up as fast as he could, look at you and told you 'sorry' with his mouth. after that he grabed some clothes put them on and grabed others for you, he went downstairs running.

you were so shocked, how did this happen, you were on the bed of the dad of your ex boyfriend, and your ex boyfriend just came, if he knows this you are gonna be so embarrassed, you wouldn't be able to look at megumi's eyes again, even if you break up with him, you would be embarrassed anyways.

you heard toji and megumi talking downstairs, but you couldn't hear what they were talking about.

you hear a coup and then how someone was coming up with strong and fasts steps. when door open, you could see you ex boyfriend with a enraged face.

"so this is your revenge slut."

he said that and left the room.

you were so shocked.

you could believe it.

you started crying.

toji arrived a moment later.

"i tried to stop him, im so sorry."

you looked at him and his face was in pain, he didn't like the situation, he didn't like to see you like this.

his son was important to him, but after what he did he didn't have any right to be mad.

toji consolate you and told you and the reason for why he is the one that fuck it up firts, and what he thought of the situation.

toji was a good fuck, but he was so sweet too.

"lets shower after that lets continue if you want."

he wink an eye at you and you chuckle.

you could fall in love with him.

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this still doesn't convince me:/, but im exited to post it, i hope you enjoy.<3

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blackberrysstories · 2 years

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Hi!! I was wondering if you could do headcanons for dating Dark choco cookie?? Perhaps a childhood friend to lover?? :D

Yes i can do that for you, thanks for requesting Anon

Sorry for the late post everyone, got really busy with my other blogs, and slightly procrastinating on writing, and this being long. it's almost 6 AM i should hurry and go to sleep, my eyes really hurt.

This was not proofread, i rushed and made things really awkward and i made have some typo's and used grammar wrong.

Also, so sorry if the story doesn't make sense. I'm only on 5-5? I forgot. But i hope i worded that correctly

He's really charming before his downfall and he still is now, he just.. isn't that much enthusiastic now.

You two were friends for a very long time

Whenever you accidentally hurt yourself he'll ask a bunch of questions " Y/N! Are you okay? " " Absolut- " " I'll get the best healer for you! Hold on Y/N! " " ... " yeah.. no he isn't gonna calm down until you are really okay

You usually help him with protecting the cookies, but he will not bring you if the mission is really dangerous.. But this mission in particular.

Finding that dark strawberry jam sword.

You get out of your home to see the dark cacao kingdom in ruins, you desperately try to find Dark Choco but you see him killing his father

" Wh.. What? " you quietly whispered to yourself, you then see Dark Choco turn around to look at you, yelling out your name

" P-PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!- " you turned and ran for your dear life, ignoring everything. The screams, the pleading, everything.

After running for a while, your feet gave out. You tripped yourself, you lay down by a tree. Breathing heavily, Y.. You couldn't believe Dark Choco killed his father, jam everywhere. Even if you want, you can't forget that, ever.

Well unfortunately for you, Dark Enchantress Cookie got ahold of you. After all, you are mentally weak right now and you are going to be a reliable Cookie. You'll be able to help out with her plan.

It was uncomfortable, Pomegranate Cookie was looking down on you, giving you judgemental looks, Licorice Cookie doing the same but you glared at him making him whine on how terrible the new recruit was, and.. Poison Mushroom Cookie is just happy about how a new Cookie joined a group and offering you 'shroomies'. You don't know whether you should take it or not but you obviously didn't eat it

And then there was Mr. hot topic

Obviously you two avoided eachother, not giving even a single glance at eachother. Or so you say. You really wanted to talk to him, you give him looks, him not looking at you back.

Licorice was getting tired of your shenanigans, he pushed you to talk to him, literally.

" Dark Choco.. We... We need to talk. " You looked at him, he isn't looking at you " Y/N. Please. don't talk to me. " " You know i will talk to you, even if you don't want me talking to you. " he still isn't looking, his face looked hurt " Y/N- " " Dark. Please? I.. I-i missed you, it's been so long.. " Your eyesight getting blurry.. Are you tearing up?

He really wants to talk to you aswell, but.. He's ashamed of what he has done, and he doesn't want anything bad happening to you.

But with you encouraging him..

He finally looks at you, eyes locking with yours. His eyes softened at you

" There now, it wasn't bad right? " You praised him for doing it, he nods. Finally! You got to talk to him!

The first few interactions were short, as to not overwhelm him and him not wanting to hurt you again. When did he physically hurt you?? Oh right, you tripped and almost crumbled. But he didn't even? You know what, nevermind he'll always make excuses that he hurt you and should never interact with him again

You two were kind of the outcasts, not wanting to do anything about D.E's plan. Which makes the group getting hissy at you two, he always put on the poker face and you do whatever you do

Then your interactions became longer and longer, to the point where you two developed feelings for eachother. It was weird feeling this way, and you wanted to stop it. But you don't want to confess to hin yet.. You don't know what he will react when you confess to him, mainly because of his really low self-esteem. He won't accept it in case you get hurt because of him, but what he doesn't understand is that it will hurt you more if he didn't accept it. But, you are alright if you two stay friends, you only just wanted to tell the truth to him, despite the fact that he rejected you. There's so many possibilities that might happen depending on what move you make towards him.

...

You confessed to him in a few days, you can't focus anymore as your mind always shifted to Dark Choco, even when he's not involved, you always manage to think about him. Licorice Cookie is getting real angry at you for ignoring his plans, Pomegranate Cookie is already pissed at you, and Poison Mushroom Cookie just likes being there, well atleast you like 2 Cookies here, one being Romantically, and then one being platonically.

He really did want to reject your confession, he doesn't want to burden you with his problems, and he doesn't want to damage your reputation more by being in a relationship with you.

He hesitantly accepted your confession, careful words coming out of his mouth. But with you just getting shocked and really happy in a few seconds makes his problems easier to deal with. Of course he still isn't gonna talk to you about his problems, but if you try, you might get him to vent out his feelings to you. You don't mind of course, the things he has been through is way too much. He needs to let out his feelings once in a while

He's not really keen on petnames or PDA but he'll accept anything you call him, although not too weird, he'll look at you strangely if you give him a weird one. he'll only hold your hands, but he will hug you when you give him one. A kiss with lead to him looking away from you, you've made him flustered give him a second

When he has his flashbacks of what he did you try to comfort him as much as you can, sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't work. after the flashbacks he wants to be alone for a while

He does get jealous, but he always think you deserve somecookie much more better than this.. Thing. He called himself, of course you try to spend more time with him with this sort of thing happens, it was to make sure he doesn't have to feel jealous and lonely

And he still worries about you when you get hurt, although it will be much more worse than before. The thing that hurt you? Gone, reduced to ashes. Forcing the healers to heal you and him following you around, it made you slightly uncomfortable but you know he's gonna isolate himself from you if you get hurt again badly

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qu1etwolf · 2 years

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Dating Game

Chapter 1 - Morning Coffee

You have been getting your breakfast and your coffee before work at the same coffeehouse nearly since you moved to New York City. It isn't fancy but it's home. With the absolute chaos this city has seen over the last few months, something familiar is comforting. Today, however, is not a workday, you just wanted some early morning fresh air.

Going to the same place every single morning has its benefits. They learn what you like and now hardly ever ask you. Caramel latte and an everything bagel - same thing, every morning. You become friends with the baristas and sometimes you even become friends with the other regulars. Sometimes your normal corner has other occupants in it and it forces you to make awkward small talk while shoving a bagel in your face.

Not many places in NYC drew a friendly crowd but this old coffeehouse sure pulls in people who like to tell their life stories to strangers with its bright cushions, cheerfully sketched on chalkboards, and soft jazz. And that's exactly what happened about two weeks ago. You made a new friend.

You were sliding your money across the cheap linoleum counter to the smiling redhead behind it when a small, lithe blond in biking shorts and a tank top bumped gently into your shoulder and dropped her coffee. She squeaked as the hot liquid splashed out across the floor.

"Oh my goodness! Ugh. Figures. It's been one of those days. I'm sorry I bumped into you, I just wasn't paying attention," she sighed as her eyes appeared to tear up in the corners.

"Oh no, honey! You're fine. No harm no foul, ya know? You look like you're having a rough one. You like caramel?" you said as you flagged down an employee for the spill. "Hey, Cara? Can I get a second one of those when you get a second? I'll pay before I head out."

The anxious woman beside you gave you a faint smile. "Oh, you don't have to do that. Seriously."

"No, no. I insist. Just pay it forward someday," you smiled and passed her your untouched coffee. You weaved through the handful of people that were milling about the shop and squeezed through a few too tight spaces between brightly colored stools and tall bar tables towards your usual spot in front of the window. Here, instead of sometimes off balanced stools or chairs were benches with soft pillows and low tables. Magazines and newspapers were always scattered across the tops of the tables as people forgot to put them back in the racks around the shop.

You sat your bagel on the corner of one of the tables and snatched up what you assumed was today's issue of the New York Times.

"I just wanted to say thank you, again. People are never that sweet to me! Natalie - my name is Natalie," she said as she held her hand out to shake yours after taking the seat across from you, "You're a regular here, too? I think I've seen you a couple of times."

"Yeah, I'm here every morning," you responded.

"Mind if I keep you company?"

That new friend, Natalie, bounces happily through the door this morning like usual. Her blonde hair skims the shoulders of her burgundy short-sleeved shirt and black leggings are hugging her thighs. Her green eyes seem to be sparkling more than usual. This time she has a man trudging behind her looking very much like a scolded puppy. He shuffles behind her with his hands jammed into his pockets. His scuffed dark brown leather jacket is worn thin in spots and clearly well taken care of. His dark blue shirt is loose fitting but looks touchably soft. He has black Yankees cap as low down on his brow as he can manage, the brim is worked into a sharp curve from a significant amount of fidgeting with it. Well-fitted jeans and combat boots just as battered as his jacket finish the outfit and he couldn't look more uncomfortable.

"In this heat?" you think to yourself. NYC isn't known for blazing temperatures this time of the year but it's still uncomfortably warm outside. You would melt in all of that.

Natalie lights up when she sees you in your usual spot with your usual bagel and coffee with way too much caramel to be healthy. She trots quickly over to the table dragging the poor guy along with her by the arm.

"I was hoping you would be here!" she chirps loudly.

The man she introduced as simply James gives you a quick tiny wave and a half-smile before pulling his cap off and shaking dark chestnut hair down around his face. He lets out a quiet huff, seemingly to use the gesture to glance around the room. He runs a gloved hand through his dark hair and places the cap securely back on his head. Gloves too? What's with this guy?

He mutters a pensive, "Yeah, um, hey," with a clenched jaw before shifting his chair so that his back is against the wall.

The wind gets knocked out of you the moment his eyes connect with yours. They are the glacial blue of an arctic wolf with all the presumed danger hovering behind them. A line creases between his brows and the magic breaks as he shifts to observe the rest of the room like a guard dog. Just sitting beside him being on alert makes you anxious yourself.

Assuming smalltalk is off the table, you turn your attention to your friend. The corners of her mouth are lifted slightly up into the smirk of someone who is definitely up to something. Something you probably won't like.

"Not grabbing anything from the counter?" you question as they settle in.

"No, we are just passing through and I'm trying to get this one," she laughs as she glances at him before roughly patting him on the leg, "to get out of the house a little. Obviously, he's not a fan."

He fixes those cold eyes on her face with a glare. "Too many people," slips out of his mouth as a low growl that sends shivers across your skin.

"Man of few words, like usual," Natalie rolls her eyes with a sigh before laughing. "What's your problem this morning?"

"Nat, it is seven in the godforsaken morning. It is too bright and too loud. It is too early for me to have very many words." He rubs his temples and he speaks as if this is a normal argument. An almost inaudible grumble escapes as he once again does a quick scan of people in the coffee shop.

"Fine. I guess we have time for a coffee. Clearly Grouchypants over here needs it. I'll be back in a minute," Natalie scoots her chair back and finds a spot in the line across the room.

James watches her walk away as if she had just left him adrift in the sea with nothing but a child-sized life raft and his wits.

"So- I guess you're the morning coffee date she talks about so much?" The words tumble out of him in an anxious jumble as if he hasn't spoken to anyone except Natalie for a long time.

James turns and lays his arms on the table, one making a curiously heavier thump than the other. He's just not that great with people, you assume. Your eyes flick down to the glint of the shiny metal dog tags sitting just behind the edge of his jacket.

"I guess? We just chat in the morning since we both get here at the same time all the time," you shrug, "I live just down that way and work just a few streets up that way. I guess she works around here too? You know, I've never thought to ask." You gesture up one direction of the street and then down the other as you are talking.

He nods his head slightly with what seems like a small chuckle, "Sounds about right, she's never been that great at revealing anything about herself to people - even people she trusts. And I served overseas a long time ago since you're wondering. No, you can't ask." James pulls his tags from behind the edge of his jacket and slips them under his shirt. He leans back into the chair with his back once again against the wall. He pulls the brim of his hat back down over most of his face. You get the suspicion he is still watching everything in the shop even though he looks like he is ignoring it.

While you are sitting there dumbfounded by the fact that he knew what you wanted to ask, he chuckles low and quiet. "She didn't tell me you were a cute little bird, though." He lifts his hand to brush against his nose to hide his smile.

One of your eyebrows shoots up dramatically. You probably would have had the same reaction had he simply slapped you across the face out of the blue. "Excuse me...?" you choke out watching him smirk and focus intensely on one of the buttons on his jacket.

Natalie returns from the counter saving you both from further awkward embarrassment and all but slams his coffee on the table in front of him not even noticing the conversation that has just happened. "Here. Black coffee. No frills. I swear I didn't add anything to it this time. Spoilsport."

The disgruntled mask crawls right back across James' face as if that split second of charm had never happened. His brow furrowed at the cup in her hand with disgust. "What you drink isn't coffee, doll. It's sugar and milk dressed up to look like coffee," he grumbles before pointedly tipping his covered paper cup at the both of you and downing a third of it at once, "Oh look, I feel almost human. Imagine that."

Native slides back into her chair with a curious look on her face. "I'm sorry, I actually like my coffee to have flavor. I don't need it to taste like the bitter remains of my soul, thanks."

The conversation continues for another fifteen minutes or so, mostly them quipping back and forth at each other like schoolyard children. You had to admit it was pretty amusing to watch.

"Alright, alright. We need to run if we are going to catch the subway in time," Natalie scoots her chair back, stands up and points at her watch, and shoos him out of his chair.

She grabs James by the hand and pulls him toward the door. He flashes you an actual genuine smile for the first time all morning before shouting, "Nice meeting you!" as they leave just as fast as they came into the shop.

You pick up your long-forgotten bagel and take a bite, thinking "What in God's name just happened?" to yourself. Reaching for your little paper cup, you sigh. Of course, yours is cold. Shaking off the weird encounter, you walk towards the door to toss your coffee into the trash while finishing your bagel.

Chapter 2

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baka-writings · 3 years

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ATEEZ reaction to you dancing and singing to their song

Summary: You were alone since the boys had practice so you decided to just wait for them and occupy yourself 🤷🏻‍♀️

Warnings: some of these might be kinda suggesting, but no full smut ;)

Can you guess which ones will turn kinda suggestive before you read it? Tell me in the comments~

cr.: to owners

Hongjoong:

He came home sooner than you expected so you got startled and kinda embarrassed when he literally caught you dancing and singing to Wave. He'd at first think you just miss him that's why you're listening to his music, but when he entered the living room and saw you dancing he was so shy and happy. He didn't want to disturb you, because in his opinion you were so cute, but you spotted his presence and turned the music off embarrassed.

"Why did you turn it off?" he'd ask you lowkey sad.

" I was just- uhh"

"Oh come on don't be shy" he walked to you and turned the music back on. You raised your eyebrow, waiting for him to do something.

"Dance with me?" he gave you a cheesy smile.

You accepted his offer and danced together.

(this would be his face seeing you)

Seonghwa:

You decided to take a shower, because you wanted to have your full attention on Seonghwa when he came back. It was so quiet, only the shower was heard and it was driving you crazy so you decided to sing since you were alone. The echoing sound bathroom made was so beautiful it almost made you believe you could sing.

When Seonghwa got home no one was there so he thought you were outside, but then he heard shower and singing?

"Y/N?" he called out, but no response of course. He smirked as he heard familiar lyrics. He called out once again just to confirm you couldn't hear him. Then he got in, stripped himself and sneaked behind you.

You didn't seem to see him, still singing to Horizon, then you heard a voice behind you singing with you.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" you yelled at him, covering yourself. Seonghwa licked his lips and got closer to you.

"You're hot"

"That's not what I asked you pervert" he just smirked at you and kissed you as the shower was still running. You couldn't help, but moan while his hands traveled all over your body hehe.

(please use that tongue on me sir)

San:

You were making dinner as you were waiting for San to get home. You had your earphones in listening to your favorite songs when Inception started playing. It was your favorite song and you could never resist to sing along. You haven't noticed San being at home already as you were busy cooking and uhh singing and dancing along.

San smirked seeing you like that and oh how he loved your voice. He couldn't help but hug you from behind, pressing his whole body onto you. His actions made you jump.

"Hey y-you're back" you stuttered from the embarrassment.

"Mhmm" he stayed still, his arms holding you tighter. (his arms omg dad-). You could feel his breath on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. He kissed your neck and pressed himself on you more. You could feel his bulge poking your back.

"You sound so beautiful.." he said before kissing your neck again, leaving marks. You moaned at his actions which made him smirk against your neck.

Yeosang:

You were sitting in your room, studying for finals, but you always had to listen to some music. It calmed you down and for some reason you could concentrate more.

"Raise me up, take me up..." you were singing you favorite part, not because it was your boyfriend's part....maybe...bur because it was just so beautiful.

Yeosang found you in your shared room after he got back from practice. He knew finals were incoming so he didn't want to bother you much. He just wanted to "show himself", but he didn't expect to hear what he just heard. He couldn't contain his smile and If you were really close to him you'd see tears of happiness of course. He found it so cute.

Yeosang slowly approached you not to scare you. He gave you a soft hug. You looked at him a bit shocked since you haven't seen him enter the room.

"Oh hi you're back" you smiled at him and returned the hug.

"I know you're studying, but would you mind singing some more? I promise I won't bother you, I'll just sit there" he pointed at your bad while walking over there. You chuckled at his cuteness and continued studying and of course singing for Yeosang. Every time you looked at his he was sending you hearts *gif* and cute smiles.

Yunho:

You absolutely loved Yunho's low voice, but what you loved more was his dancing. You wanted to surprise him with small dance cover of Say My Name so you were practicing.

Today wasn't any different. It took you a lot of time to get the dance right since you weren't really good at dancing. As you were practicing, you haven't seen Yunho come in.

Yunho heard a growl from you, when you suddenly stopped. He felt kinda sorry.

"Need help?" he asked you smiling, with s light pink cheeks.

"Aww you're back! How long have you been standing there though?" you asked embarrassed.

"Long enough to see you need help" he stepped more inside the room.

"Oh o-okay" you blushed at the thought of him seeing you fail.

He tried to explain to you how to do the dance properly. You followed his every move, but it looked a lot better when he did it. Yunho heard you growl again. He looked at you and saw you pouting.

"N-No don't be sad you're doing great"

"Why do you need the dance anyway?"

"I wanted to surprise you" you pouted at him, going for a hug. He couldn't help but smile and blush at your cuteness and the will to learn such a hard dance.

Wooyoung:

You were just finishing cleaning, when one of your favorite songs started playing in your earphones. You for some reason already knew some of the moves definitely not because your boyfriend always made you watch them dance

As you were dancing around and minding your own business you haven't noticed 6 pairs of eyes looking at you.

Wooyoung was eyeing you the most, but he was mostly proud of himself since he taught you the Wonderland dance.

"Well this is awkward.." Mingi whispered to the boys.

"But she's got better moves than Wooyoung" Seonghwa smirked down at Wooyoung.

"That's my girl" Wooyoung said proudly.

"Yeah we still can't believe she'd date you.." Seonghwa replied, seeing Wooyoung furrow his eyebrows.

"Hey what's that supposed to mean" Wooyoung said in a louder voice, which you could hear as well.

You turned to where they were standing, all kind of face expressions on their faces.

"We're you just staring at me. ... dancing?"

"You've got nice moves" Seonghwa smirked, who knows what he was thinking about. You chuckled making Wooyoung kinda jelly.

Mingi:

You just got out of the shower, wearing only a towel around yourself. You had your playlist on full volume, jamming to every song playing.

Thanxx was playing next and let's be honest there's no way one does not dance to it right? Right. You were doing so while brushing your hair and doing your night routine. You almost slipped on the wet floor while dancing, but managed to get ahold of yourself.

Mingi arrived home hearing familiar tune playing in your shared apartment. He smiled to himself happily knowing you like his music. However he hasn't imagined you would be almost naked out there. That's why he was kind of taken aback when he saw you only in a towel. He smirked to himself, wild thoughts running through his head.

You saw him in the mirror, smirking down at you. You smirked back at him which turned him on more. Mingi then got behind you and gave you a a jone crushing needy hug. You loved when he was turned on honestly. You smirked again and untied your towel, revealing you naked body. Mingi almost choked on air as he didn't expect you to do that. After he regained himself fun stuff happened hehe.

Jongho:

You were laying on couch, enjoying your alone time. But you missed Jongho.

You closed your eye to relax and let your mind wander around Jongho. Obviously

"Deep in my heart, deep in my soul. . ." you sang out at the thought of Jongho.

"you should go a bit higher" you heard a voice. Huh? Was s dream? Then you felt a hand on your cheek.

You replied, eyes still closed

"you know not everyone has a vocal range like you..but If you want me to die I'll try it"

"Please don't try, I don't want to be the cause of your voice loss...besides you have a wrong technique anyway and-" you cut him of with a kiss. Sometimes you hated he cocky he got as he got older.

*sorry this one was short*

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losers-yurio · 4 years

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Road Trip With the Crue

Mick x Reader

the guys show up at your house with a weekend of fun planed

i honestly have no idea what this is-

and also warning bc its probably shit

But The first issue arose when loud banging on the door brought your attention to the front of the house. “Okay okay I'm coming calm yourself!” so both Mick and you lazily made your way to the door, it wasn't that unsurprising when you were met with the faces of your three idiotic friends. “Goddamnit, you three what part of ‘for the love of all that is holy please don't bother us this weekend’ did you not understand” although we had woken up a few hours prior, it was evident from his voice that Mick was still exhausted. Though you couldn't tell for sure if this was because he wanted to go back to bed or if the sudden appearance of his three band members had annoyed him, from prior experience you were almost certain that it was the second option you definitely understood why he was upset though, with all of the shows him and the guys had been doing the two of you hadn't really been able to spend much time together so this weekend was supposed to be catching up on all of the lost time. While on the one hand you absolutely adore Mick’s friends you were quite looking forward to your weekend together as well. “Well haven't heard why we’re here yet” Vince protested in an almost childlike manner.“Nope, not interested” stated in his usual monotone voice as he began to close the door, in response you reached your left arm out in front of him to stop the door from closing. He gave me an eye roll but said nothing more “now what were you boys going on about?” And so the guys (mostly Vince being the loudmouth that he is) told you about their plan which was as followed, the five of you were to leave at ten(which was horrible planning considering it was already nine) then stop at the nearest gas station for snack and drink essentials, from there you had a three-hour drive down to the amusement park. “No way, absolutely not” you looked over at mick who had a worried expression on his face, “guys we just need a minute to pack if that's alright” the three men nodded as I shut the door. “What, why not?” he looked at you with confusion “what happened to a nice quiet weekend at home?” “But when was the last time we went out for something other than a gig?” “I could say the same for staying home” “oh please Mick it could be fun!” “and if it isn't?” “ then I owe you big time” It wasn't long before we finished gathering what we needed for the trip and had packed it into the back of the van. While it was the band's van you really couldn't trust Vince, Nikki, or especially Tommy with the task of driving and Mick got to sit in the front because of his back issues. Tommy and Nikki were sitting together in the middle and Vince was in the very back with the luggage. Luckily the gas station wasn't that far from the house so we arrived in no time at all, the other three went inside to get the snacks which in hindsight was a terrible idea but hey they needed to get a bunch of moving around in before being cooped up. I had gotten out to refill the tank so we wouldn't have any issues on the road, which surprisingly didn't take very long so I had more time to talk with Mick.

“Are you really sure about this? We can just ditch now and walk home” there was a touch of amusement on his face as you looked at him “I'm sure, besides don't you think they'll just come and pester us at the house?” “we’ll just ignore them” you laughed and shook your head slightly Before I could say anything else the rest of the guys were hopping back into the van with a bunch of bags “for the lame-os,” Nikki said as he handed us two water bottles with a slight smile “I hope for your sake this isn't all you got for us bassist” Mick’s cold look had returned to his face “ um no of course not” I looked over to see a small smirk on Mick's face, what a man.

The trip was pretty smooth considering the party in attendance, with only 3 hours left I was honestly ready for the trip to be over. Both Nikki and Tommy were passed out, Vince was jamming quietly as to not wake the boys, upfront Mick had pulled out a book of his that he had been reading. At Least everything had been going well until the van sputtered to a stop. “Hey Y/N everything okay up there?” “Yeah Vin I think so, well actually..” “what happened?” by now Mick had looked up from his book “ well we’re out of gas” “huh that's weird I thought we just got some” “yeah I thought so too” you reached around and nudged the two sleeping men “huh what” Tommy answered groggily, “I thought I had the two of you fill-up the tank” “ I certainly wasn't, I thought Nikki did,” he said in an accusatory tone “well I thought you did it” “oh for the love of- you know what it's fine since this is both of your faults both of you get to walk the three miles back to the gas station” “fine” “and no distractions!” “you know we can't promise anything!” Tommy called back “idiots” mumbled Mick and you smiled

After about twenty minutes Mick started shifting more in his seat and making small grunting noises “hey are you good?” “yeah just my back acting up again, do you know where we put the other bottle of pills?” “I think it was in the backpack” a quiet “on it!” came from the back as Vince tossed the bag to me “thanks Vin”. “ um Mick they aren't in here” “ah damn I knew I forgot something” “hey its okay ill look for a drug store as soon as we get to the hotel and we can look for some store-brand pain killers” “ah ok, I just wish the guys would come back already” “I'm sure they'll be back soon” which wasn't entirely a lie as the two of them turned up ten minutes later with a full gas can and Tommy with suspiciously red lips. “And what kind of fun did you two get into?” “oh you know the usual” Tommy replied with a smirk “okay jus- just get in the van, Mick’s having back issues” “ah sorry man if it helps we got candy” “ill except it”

And so we were off once more. Thankfully Mick was able to fall asleep so he was able to get relief even if it was for just a couple hours. By the time you reached the motel, it was already dark out so you got the guys checked in and rushed over to the pharmacy with Mick for painkillers which was difficult until the guy realized you genuinely needed them. Then on the way back to the hotel to rest up the two of you were walking through the parking lot when some guy started yelling ”Hey old man hearing the noise both Nikki and Vince emerged from their shared room. Seeing what was happening Nikki immediately Joined the fray “Hey man that's totally not cool” “Yeah? And what are you going to do about it ninnyhammer?” “listen I have no idea what that means and I'm sure it was bad but regardless you said some shit about my guitarist and we can't have that now can we” you didn't see it coming but by the time you realized Nikki’s fist was already colliding with the guys face and he was being pulled to the ground. Immediately you rushed over to help tear them apart from each other. With the help of Vince, you managed to pull them apart “while I do appreciate the thought I would kill you if we got kicked out because we don't have anywhere else to go” The five of us ended up having a wonderful time at the park with no more incidents. In the morning we left bright and early much to the guy's dismay. Somewhere along the way, Vince had convinced me to let him drive and I promptly passed out for the rest of the trip. I awoke parked in our driveway with the guys talking “oh come on Mick, please? We’re still exhausted ``''Well that sounds like a you problem, not a me problem``'' what's the matter, guys?” “don't you dare ask them you know they'll say yes” “can we stay over for a few hours to catch up on some sleep?” “ of course you can, just don't cause any trouble” from your view Mick appeared to be rolling his eyes and the rest were high fiving. It was an odd bunch of people but they were your idiots and you wouldn't trade them for anything.

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Daily Blog #6: August 13, 2021

Okay, okay, I know it's a couples days later, but I can assure you that I did not forget; I purposefully, and kinda without a better option, didn't post on Friday, and you'll see why.

So the day started off pretty regularly: I got up, ate breakfast, got a shower, and then sat around playing games and watching YouTube for a bit.

That was until my friend showed up at my house...

He called me and said to come outside, so I did.

It wasn't long until I got into his car, and we started driving.

I definitely should have been more anxious or nervous heading out, but for some reason, I just sat there with my head absentmindedly poking out the window, not really thinking about it.

I really wish I had grasped the situation a little better.

We got down there after an hour and a half of driving and we parked a bit away because there were so many people there, so many people there, in fact, that we just got some food until it calmed down again.

It was gonna be a great fucking concert.

Hella Mega Tour 2021, originally supposed to be Hella Mega Tour 2020, but postponed for obvious reasons.

We shopped for a tiny bit beforehand, not buying anything, and then headed over to the stadium 45 minutes before the concert was set to start. We were let in about 10 minutes later, and we filled our contraband water bottles that we managed to hide on the way in.

We sat there for a bit, me just listening to music on my Redmi Buds 3 pro.

I love these things.

Pretty soon the music started, and it was The Interrupters; everyone was feeling pretty lazy for this bit.

It's not like they were bad or anything, they were actually pretty good, but I guess everyone was just getting situated and didn't wanna bother using up all of their energy lol.

So The Interrupters' set is up, and they tear down the stage and reset it. Before too terribly long, Weezer starts up, and there's a lot bigger reaction from the crowd than there was before: people knew the songs, like Africa, Buddy Holly, Beverly Hills, and Feels Like Summer to name a few.

I was getting into it a bit, I knew a good few of the songs, I was moving along, I sang a bit, took some video.

What's cool is that I could feel myself moving along the scale, like going from no excitement while no one was playing, then tapping my foot and grooving to The Interrupters.

When Weezer first came on, I was just sitting there like, "alright, this is good shit." Towards the end, I was quietly singing Buddy Holly, their last song for the night.

I say quietly because there was a lot more loudness to come.

I should add that, up until this point, the music had been kinda unbearably loud, the highs really piercing and hitting hard.

Additionally, up until this point, I had been trying my best to document the concert with videos and audio recordings; it wasn't so much about enjoying the concert, for I've always been taught just to record stuff and not worry about the concert.

I don't think I've ever really enjoyed any of the concerts I've ever been to; I was there, but I wasn't. I didn't really know too many of the songs, and I had only listened to the artists in passing, not to mention the fact that my mother had been at every other concert I've been to, which is stifling in itself. I really can't enjoy anything when she's around.

But here we were; it was starting to get dark, and Fall out Boy was coming onstage. The crowd was getting into it with Weezer, and it was time for Fall Out Boy. The energy here had far exceeded both Weezer and The Interrupters, and this went for me as well.

I was sitting there, singing along and still occasionally recording, but I didn't have my phone out too much. I started to dance in my seat with every song, for I knew almost every one: Sugar, We're Going Down, Centuries, My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark, Grand Theft Autumn/Where is Your Boy, The Last of the Real Ones, Save Rock And Roll, and Dance, Dance being a few.

Throughout this set, everyone was singing along, but the real fun had yet to begin; the scent of smoke from the flames and fireworks finding its way through the crowd, the music now strong instead of piercing, a sense of unity between everyone in this packed stadium, between people of all walks of life: men, women, children, transgender, cisgender, non-binary, gay, straight, lesbian, ace, black, white, Asian, Mexican, young, old, middle-aged, and everything in between and outside... It didn't matter who you were or where you came from; you were at a fucking party, and everyone was gonna fuck it up once the main act came on stage.

Meanwhile, everyone was more than happy to celebrate with Fall Out Boy and some of their greatest and most memorable tracks.

Part way through Fall Out Boy's set, I decided to get off of my ass and join the growing number of audience members who were really getting into the groove and feeling the music.

It was so close to becoming an explosion of energy once Fall Out Boy was about to leave the stage.

After they left, the set was torn down once again and set up for Green Day.

Their was a low mix of music playing through the speakers all the while things were being set up. Once the stage was set, the music continued for a bit, but was then cut and replaced with a voice and lyrics that everyone knew immediately.

"Is this the real life. Is this just fantasy."

The crowd sings along to every word.

"Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality."

Freddie's voice poured out into the crowd, and the crowd sang them right back.

"Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see"

The song continued, and the whole crowd sang to the very end.

This really goes to show how impactful some people and groups can be on our lives... Although no one at the show was connected to Queen or Freddie Mercury, everyone who came to see these 4 bands still knew this great group.

Once the song was over, a mix of some of the most famous rock anthems began to play:

"We will, we will rock you"

"I love rock and roll"

"Hey, Ho, let's go"

A glorious piece all lead up to the 4 running onstage, Billie Joe Armstrong, Jason White, Mike Dirnt, and Tre Cool, joined now by 2 new members, Jason Freese and Kevin Preston.

All at once, it was an explosion of strong and passionate guitar jamming, soon followed by the drums and vocals of American Idiot. All at once, the crowd was rocking along with bopping heads, stomping feet, and swaying bodies. I only had my phone out to record for a short moment before I put it away and scarcely removed it from my pants for the rest of the concert.

I couldn't help but feel cocky, as a bi/pansexual (idk which one lmao), being allowed to sing the line,

"Well maybe I'm the faggot America"

I was like, "You straight bastards better not be singing that line 🤣"

It was absolutely incredible; the crowd cheered passionately and wholeheartedly at the end of every song and solo, after every quote from the band.

The coolest part about the concert was the fact that everyone just lost themselves in the music, as well as that everyone, without hesitation, followed what Billie Joe said. He says jump? WE FUCKING JUMPED. He tells us to scream? We. Fucking. Screamed. And when he wanted us to sing, we sang. I mean, okay, we were singing the whole time xD. I'm sure we would've sang if he told us to and we weren't already doing so lmao. What he said was our law, and we were doing our jobs as the dutiful citizens of Suburbia by following those laws.

It really is hard to express the level of pure energy at this gathering, especially when it radiates from every point in the packed stadium.

I screamed so loud and hard, and sang so long and passionately, that my voice started to go. But. Guess. What.

When you're at a place like this, no matter what, you just have this insatiable urge to keep going no matter what. When my arm got tired of throwing my fist in the air, I kept fucking going and even used the other arm too.

It's such a strange feeling when you feel like you're about to give out, like your voice is gonna break, or you're gonna collapse from dehydration and exhaustion, but you find around you the strength and power to keep on going, no matter how quickly your vocal health deteriorates.

Ask my friend, I couldn't speak properly after that shit xD. He even threatened to send a video of me talking to my choral teacher, who honestly would have been mad at me lmao.

Meanwhile, Green Day is playing some of their greatest hits, old and new alike, and I knew every single fucking one of them. I sang every song, and only took a break between 2 of them to down my whole bottle of contraband water in 3 seconds flat.

At one point, the band stopped playing, and Billie spoke into the microphone.

"Get your pretty lights out. I wanna see the pretty lights."

Everyone got their phones out and turned the torches on, as per his command.

"Turn the house lights off."

The lights go off, and the stadium is lit up almost as bright as it had been before, but this time with the lights of thousands.

"Look at that."

It was honestly an incredible moment.

That brings me to another point: when you go to a concert, you're not just paying for the music, you're not just paying to see a band, you're paying for an experience.

Let me tell you, this was one hell of an experience.

If you don't leave a concert feeling fulfilled, then the performers didn't do their job of giving you the experience that you paid to be a part of. I'm so happy that these four bands, especially Green Day, were able to deliver.

I really did love every moment of that show, which is such a rarity for me. I'm really happy that my friend took my mother's place. I can't fucking enjoy everything when she's around.

Oh yes, it wouldn't be one of my daily blogs without me talking about how my mother consistently pisses me off. Don't worry, I have some happy shit left to end on.

I swear to fluff though, she always manages to ruin everything for me. When we went to see The Lion King on Broadway, she insisted on coming with. That meant that I wasn't able to relax in my seat because this disgusting woman was sitting next to me and I had to cram myself to the side of my chair away from her. It meant that I wasn't allowed to cry when Mufasa died or during Can You Feel The Love Tonight because I knew I'd get made fun of for it.

I even went to a Fall Out Boy concert before, her refusing to let me go myself, and I didn't sing a single song because she'd just tell me to let the professionals handle it.

And for fuck's sake, the time she compared me trying to fucking validate my existence as a trans person to her wanting a car... That will always fucking piss me off.

Sorry, I got sidetracked. I was talking about how she ruins everything for me.

I literally cannot be myself around her. I've always been judged and ridiculed by my parents, and still am. I can't enjoy anything when they're around because I'm too focused on trying not to get made fun of or yelled at.

That being said, that concert was absolutely fucking incredible. I was with thousands of people who felt the same way that I did, and I could fucking jam out if I wanted to.

Apart from everyone being really on top of their game, and Billie Joe basically not aging since he turned 25, the only really notable thing left to say about the performance was when they pulled a kid guitarist onstage. He played for a bit, and they ended up letting him keep the guitar lmao.

BEST PART IS:

I SAW THE KID AFTER THE CONCERT, AND I WAS LIKE,

"Omg, hey, can I get a selfie with you?"

I was trying to be really low-key and quiet cuz I didn't wanna draw too much attention to him lmao.

The security guard was like, "Yeah, sure, but hurry up."

I TOOK THE PIC REALLY QUICKLY AND THEN HEADED OUT

HERE IT IS

YES, OF COURSE I BLOCKED OUT MY FACE

But I absolutely love the vibes of this photo xD. It's blurry, the lighting is shit, and you can barely make out any details. It has a lot of character, and I would take this over a clean, clear photo any day.

Walking away, the kid's mom said, "You're like, the coolest kid ever now."

Agreed.

Then it was time to go home. Honestly, I didn't feel sad that it didn't last longer, or disappointed that I had to leave. I was actually very satisfied and fulfilled with what happened, which is honestly the way it should be.

Driving home, I stayed awake by sticking my arm out of the window and letting the cold rain hit fast like tiny needles.

I got home.

I passed out.

Although, that was technically on Saturday 🤔

ANYWAY, THIS IS MY LONG ASS BLOG FOR FRIDAY THE 13TH

I hope you enjoyed

Be good people!!!!

-Leonna

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Chapter 2: Kim Seungmin

I don't remember exactly when it happened, but I know that it was during his mom's (my mom's best friend) birthday, that I met Kim Seungmin.

The moment I stepped into the house, I could tell that, despite being a single mother, Ms. Kim was doing very well for herself. I can't really recall what her job was exactly, but I think it had something to do with tourism.

And as I stepped into the wide living room, I could guess that the party would probably get boring pretty quickly, if not downright annoying. This because of the too high number of kids (much younger than me) that I could see walking (some crawling) around, along with who I assumed were their mothers sat on the sofa, sipping champagne and laughing (obnoxiously) loudly.

"Oh my, is this your little girl? She does look just like you, I have to agree." I turned my attention back to the host, an adult woman (on the younger side) dressed to the nines with expensive and incredibly shiny jewelry. Ms. Kim. I greeted her politely, while standing next to my proudly grinning mother.

"She truly is a beauty. I bet the boys go crazy over you. Oh, you must be around my son's age, I'm sure he'd LOVE to meet you! Seungmin, darling! Come over here, meet Hana, Mrs. Park's daughter. She's just a year older than you, I believe."

A hazelnut brown haired boy walked over from the living room sofa, where he had been sitting, surrounded by children.

Despite being younger, Seungmin was quite a bit taller than me, with broad, but shyly hunched shoulders covered by a simple but expensive-looking pale pink sweater, paired with blue jeans and black sneakers (all seemingly of the same, high, level of quality). His hair was wavy and looked incredibly soft, covering his forehead and only showing a small sliver of the middle of it. He had a long angled face, ending at a square chin, with a mole next to his mouth and a straight nose. For some reason he reminded me of a puppy, a beagle to be exact. No idea why.

He smiled tightly and politely, the type of smile most would show in a situation like the current one. I could bet he would look much cuter with a genuine smile.

"Well, why don't you two go and get to know each other? Me and Mrs. Park over here, have a lot of catching up to do." Ms. Kim said jokingly, laying a hand on mine and Seungmin's shoulders and gently directing us back to the living room, as both ladies walked to the balcony. Ms. Kim took out a cigarette as they did. I could have guessed she smoked, no amount of expensive perfume (even if it was a lot of it) could fully cover that distinct smell of smoke.

I sat next to Seungmin on the couch, opposite of where the other older women were sitting, chatting loudly, still. In clear contrast to them, were us, sitting in absolute and tense silence.

Every time I thought of starting a conversation, I talked myself out of it, thinking that he'd do it instead. But he never did. He seemed pretty content with just sitting in relative (but definitely awkward) silence.

I quickly grew annoyed at having to listen to the women screech about everything that didn't matter in the slightest to me, like the latest trends and who was dating who at the moment. So, I turned toward Seungmin to try to figure out what he was thinking of the situation.

Unlike what I imagined, I turned to find him fidgeting and squirming in his seat while his eyes darted around the crowded room. Seeing as he showed outwardly what I was feeling inside, I decided to finally try to evade the situation.

"Look, I don't wanna be here. And clearly, neither do you. So, you know any place we could go to where it isn't so loud?" I asked somewhat impatiently making my accidental companion flinch from the suddenness of my question, scrambling for an answer.

"Well, my room has a balcony. It's pretty quiet there, I think."

"Then, what are we waiting for? Let's get out of here before I lose any more brain cells from listening to whatever uselessness those ladies are talking about over there." I said exasperated, already getting up from my seat as Seungmin quickly did the same. That seemed to make his lips twitch slightly. It was gone the next second, as if it had never been there to begin with, which piqued my curiosity: 'what would his real smile look like?', I wondered.

We headed to his room (thankfully unnoticed as I didn't want to even try and explain the situation we were in). It was big, but seemed smaller than it actually was due to all the clutter littered around. Despite this it still seemed to be very aesthetically pleasing, as the warm brown walls paired with the yellow string lights hanging around the room (which I only noticed after he flicked the light switch) and the soft and fluffy caramel carpet created a soothing and cozy atmosphere. A detail that caught my attention almost immediately after the lights were on (besides the string lights) were the various printed photos hanging from ropes on more than one of the room’s walls. It just helped with making the room feel as if it had been taken straight out of an interior design catalog.

Upon closer inspection, as Seungmin busied himself with trying to open the sliding door to the balcony, the pictures didn’t look anywhere near what I’d expected. They certainly didn’t look like the work of an amateur, the angles were creative and eye catching and the light and framing always seemed to be just right in each and every one. I was caught off guard by the quality of all of them for a moment, before my eye caught onto something atop a shelf to my right. A VERY expensive-looking white camera.

I realized it made sense as I thought back to the car ride from my suburban house to the apartment complex where he lived, in the fancier part of town.

Seungmin groaned in frustration as he struggled to open the balcony door.

“Is it jammed? Do you need my help?” I ask as I watched him wrestle with it for a moment longer before taking a deep breath and turning toward me.

“No, it’s not and no, I don’t. This door just needs a little… finessing, is all. So don't worry about it.” He tried reassuring before going back to trying to tug the door open, although with how skinny his arms looked (even under his fashionably bulky sweater), I had my doubts that he would be able to get the door open.

But I was proven wrong as, only a moment later, (by means of finesse indeed) he was finally able to open the hellish glass door.

“It’s old and I use it a lot, so it needs to be fixed, which we were supposed to do a while ago but whatever. Doesn’t matter. Come on.” He said absentmindedly, finally stepping outside. I quickly followed suit.

Once I stepped foot onto the white-tiled floor, I was hit with a gust of wind which brought with it an air much colder than the atmosphere inside the house had been like. And I mean MUCH colder, to the point where it didn't even help cool down my steaming cheeks, (which I only realized were so at that moment) only serving to basically freeze them instead. But I have to say, the view was worth it.

Living in the suburbs had a lot of perks in comparison to this part of town, such as the peace and quiet, and how everyone seemed to know each other. But I realized in that moment that none of it could compare to the view of the city skyline at night from Seungmin's balcony.

The lights of the buildings in the distance seemed to shine like stars and the shape of the tall and skinny buildings of the city were such a stark contrast to what I was used to that I just couldn't tear my eyes away. Of course I could hear the sounds of traffic from my house, but the night seemed much quieter than I had expected. The whole atmosphere was so different that it seemed so captivating to me just because of my curiosity.

It seemed like my curiosity wasn't wholly to blame for my astonishment at the scene, as Seungmin quickly disappeared back into his room to fetch something, as I leaned onto the metal railing, eyes still locked onto those bright lights that reflected off of the shiny windows of the fancier buildings. The city really never slept, I realized.

The boy returned not a moment later, camera in hand as he stood beside me, pointing it at where I was looking, then fiddling with some buttons before the sound of a photo being taken sounded over the now calmer wind, all as I observed him keenly.

As he continued to take his photos, seemingly unbothered by my staring, I turned back to the view, laying my cheek against my palm as I gazed at the sky. It made me think about how (unfortunately), because of all the artificial lights, I couldn't see the stars. But it made sense to me, in a very weirdly poetic way. If you can see all these "stars" on earth, why would you even look for stars in the sky? Plus, with the life people led these days, I guess it didn't really matter much.

I was brought out of my reverie by movement at the corner of my eye. Seungmin had raised his pristine white camera, aiming it at the side of my face, seemingly framing the shot, before pulling his face away from the viewfinder to look at my face himself but keeping his hands in the exact same place.

"Um... I know this is weird but, can I take a picture of you?" He asked nervously, but seemingly eager.

"Sure, why not?" I answered nonchalantly, trying my best to keep down the blush that threatened to spread across my cheeks, despite the cold. To even think that someone like him, who seemed close to a professional's level at such a young age, would consider including me in one of his photographs was flattering enough, much less making me the center of it.

I tried my best to relax and focus on the soft clicks the device emitted every time a photo was taken.

The boy finally parts from his machine, overlooking his work and nodding to himself, seemingly satisfied. He leaned the camera toward me so I could look at it myself and my breath is immediately taken from me.

I would never consider my appearance to be anything extraordinary (and I still wouldn't do it now) but perhaps it was Seungmin’s magic that made a picture of me look like so much more. The way the golden lights lit up my face by settling into the smooth planes of skin made it resemble liquid gold, dripping from the sky and thinly covering my exposed features. My eyes reflected the same lights, shining like stars in an endless and dark sky.

“Wow… Seungmin, you really have a talent.” I chucked, still astonished.

“I do have to say, this might be my best one yet. Can I…?”

“Keep it, it might be my face, but it’s your vision so it belongs to you in my eyes.” I shrugged, dismissively. He nodded gratefully, raising the camera once again towards the view beyond the balcony as I sat against the wall next to the door.

After a few minutes, Seungmin sat beside me with a satisfied smile on his lips and hair tousled from the wind that had picked up.

I felt an involuntary shiver crawl up my back as the cold air grazed my thinly covered arms. I subconsciously leaned closer to the brown haired boy, seeking for some warmth, as I remembered that I had left my jacket in the coat hanger by the front door, downstairs.

I sighed defeatedly, about to go get it, but it seemed as if my shiver had not gone unnoticed, as I had hoped. Seungmin got up before I could, walking back inside his room without a word. I looked at the door that he had gone through curiously.

Not even a second later, he stepped back out onto the balcony, with a tan, soft and warm looking coat in his hand. He held it out to me wordlessly, motioning for me to take it. I did so with a grateful smile and a small 'thanks'. It was still too small for my liking, though.

I wanted to know if his gums would show or if his eyes would disappear behind his cheeks.

“I think we should go inside now.” I suggested after the temperature had gone down too much for us to stay comfortably on the balcony any longer. Seungmin nodded, not finding the lights interesting enough to endure the cold air any longer.

We moved back inside and as Seungmin closed the sliding door behind us I took another look around the room. As I scanned the coffee-colored walls again, I noticed something that I seemed to have missed the first time I had examined the space, possibly due to the awkwardness I had felt as I stepped into the room of a boy I had only just met for the first time. I was a bit disappointed and confused as to how I could have missed it.

The wall opposite the one I had been inspecting as I waited for Seungmin to finally open the door, was covered (almost floor-to-ceiling) in photographs. Some were bigger than others, some seemed older than others, but they all had the same sort of… style to them. From how the light hit the subject in focus, to the angles, it all had the same artistic flare that would commonly be found in the most prestigious art galleries in the world. Maybe that was a bit of an overstatement, but it perfectly encapsulated what I felt as I looked at what I saw as indisputable masterpieces.

I let out a sound akin to a sigh, feeling as if the air had been knocked out of me. Sure, the picture Seungmin had taken of me on the balcony was unbelievably stunning, but that could be excused as luck. I never thought he’d be able to capture a moment so beautifully one other time, let alone enough times to cover almost an entire wall with.

“Wow… These are amazing, Seungmin.” I turned towards him as he stopped beside me, blushing at my praise.

“Oh, they’re nothing…” He said, looking down sheepishly.

“No! They really are! I may know next to nothing of photography, but it doesn't take an expert to see that you have an incredible talent or just remarkable skill.” I said earnestly, seeking out his eyes that had become hidden as his head lowered in shyness to prove my honesty, making him even more flustered as he tried his best to avoid my awe-stricken gaze.

“Well… I do spend a lot of time on it.” He relented, finally accepting my compliments, albeit rather bashfully.

“It shows.” I said firmly, turning back to the wall of moments.

From the corner of my eyes I caught a small, but more significantly sized, real smile, brought on probably by the ease in tension.

We spent the rest of the night in his room, getting to know each other. His smile (the real one) never left his lips as we talked about his love for photography. In fact, it only seemed to broaden the more we talked and the more relaxed we became. Its brightness never dimmed, even as we moved on to other topics, such as his other friends and what school he frequented. I found out that he didn’t have many friends, but he didn't seem to mind, he actually seemed to prefer it that way which made me feel like an exception. And, although I wouldn’t admit it, it made a warm feeling bloom in my chest.

As the night came to an end, we were called downstairs, back to the living room, where mine and Seungmin’s mom waited, alone as no one else remained in the space.

We bid each other goodbye, Ms. Kim making a comment about how I should visit more often, making my mother laugh as Seungmin returned to his shy demeanor.

I later found out that he had chosen my high school to frequent through Jeongin, the 1st year student that I mentored in English, who was apparently also Seugmin’s best friend. Once I met with the boy again and asked why he hadn’t told me, he explained that he wanted to but every time we talked we’d get carried away in our stories and he’d always forget.

Moving schools midyear couldn’t have been easy for him, but he seemed to quickly become very popular amongst not only the students but the teachers as well. He was polite, friendly, helpful and the top of his class in grades. And despite it being only his first year of high school, everyone from his teachers, to his mother and even my own, could tell with clear certainty that he had a bright future ahead of him. I myself knew that, encouraging him as he started thinking about studying abroad, even as I briefly acknowledged the ache that formed in my chest at the thought of him doing so. I didn’t know exactly what that ache was due to, but I didn’t think I was ready to find out yet, so I continued to brush it off. Until a very special evening that is.

In light of Seungmin joining the photography club, his keen eye was quickly noticed by not only his classmates, but most importantly by his teacher, who decided to talk to him about the possibility of participating in our district’s photography contest. Something he had immediately said ‘yes’ to.

The 10 best were invited to a lavish event where the winner would be revealed. And it came as no surprise to me that Seungmin was invited. What did come as a surprise, was him asking me to attend the event with him. He said it was fitting, since one of the entries he submitted was the first photo he took of me, the one on the balcony. After getting over the initial surprise, I agreed without hesitation.

But now, staring at the museum’s grand staircase in my knee-lenght, flowy, peach colored dress, I felt my stomach twist itself into more knots than I had in my hair when I woke up that morning. And as the cold, spring night air brushed my bare legs I simultaneously wanted to stay where I was, rooted to the ground and holding tightly onto Seungmin’s arm, while also wanting to go in and just getting it over with so that I could escape the cold.

A reassuring squeeze on my hand put a pause on my anxious thoughts as I turned towards the puppy eyed boy I was here for.

As I looked him over once more I felt my mood brighten a bit, I almost wanted to giggle. He was sharply dressed in a simple black tuxedo with a yellow tie, that he said he had chosen to try to match my dress. But it wasn’t the brightly colored tie that almost made me laugh despite the mood I was in.

It was simply the image of Seungmin, who basically only wore jeans and loose-fitting shirts and hoodies despite his mother’s insistence in telling him that he had to look his best at all times, wearing such formal clothing that caused such a reaction.

His cheeks were colored pink as he, seemingly, chose to focus on the spot above my left eyebrow instead of looking me in the eye, which reminded me of what had transpired just minutes before.

As I arrived at his house before the event, so we could arrive together, I was immediately warmly greeted by Ms. Kim, who told me that Seungmin would be ready in just a moment. We made small talk about school as we waited, and soon I heard the sound of footsteps approaching the entrance.

As Ms. Kim stepped aside to look at her son, my eyes immediately locked onto the vibrant tie he had previously told me he would wear, before moving up to his face, which was a sight in and of itself.

His lips were parted in awe and his cheeks were flushed a light pink, which darkened as he locked eyes with me, prompting both of us to look away shyly.

“You look— Ahem. You look lovely.” He said, voice cracking midway.

“Thank you! You look pretty… Snazzy!” I don’t think I’ve ever regretted saying something as much as in that moment.

As people continued to enter the building, we still stood outside, trying to calm each other’s nerves more than our own. Seungmin tried his best to look me in the eyes and give me a reassuring smile, but it ended up being none of that. A for effort nonetheless.

“Let’s just get this over with.” I finally said, trying to appear nonchalant and unbothered as I quaked in my low black heels.

As we stepped into the building, Seungmin’s mother left the both of us alone to go socialize and we were left to our own devices. We decided to pass the time by looking around at the other participants.

We walked among the crowd of mostly adults who looked at us as if we were supposed to be somewhere else, it was unnerving to say the least. To quell our nerves we poked fun at things such as the models’ poses and the weird props used in some pictures. We were both well aware that what we were doing was probably disrespectful (if the artists were to overhear us) and that others were probably doing the same to our photos, but we couldn’t help it, they just looked too pretentious to not make fun of. What did they expect from two highschool kids?

I genuinely hoped that Seungmin was chosen as the winner, and not because he was my friend (at least not entirely). But because all the entries we had passed by didn’t seem to have any genuine emotion put behind them, or any creativity. They seemed like those art pieces that appear to portray a deep message but would seem like nonsense to anyone that had even a semblance of common sense and wasn’t content in just going along with whatever some high and mighty creator threw them. Not to mention the fact that most seemed to be relying only on their expensive cameras to win them the prize instead of actually putting any real thought or effort into their photos.

I knew I was nowhere near an “art-connoisseur”, I wasn’t even a contestant, but after spending so much time with Seungmin and his heartfelt pieces, I had formed my own opinion on art.

Just as we started to run out of “humorous critiques”, unknowingly almost wandering into a closed off section, a nearby speaker declared that the winners would soon be announced and for all the guests to gather in the main room.

Many eyes locked onto us as we entered the large (but slightly cramped) room. (Or was that just my nerves?) Just as I thought, we seemed to be the youngest people in the room as far as I could see (which wasn’t very far as everyone was so tall, and my heels barely helped), except for some kids who were very clearly some contestant’s children. It made me feel proud for Seungmin and intimidated, at the same time.

I unconsciously began to curl into myself, clenching my fists at my sides and chewing on my bottom lip as anxiety began to wash over me, slowly but surely. I began wondering if Seungmin even had a chance to win, how heartbroken I thought he’d be if he lost and what the other contestants found so interesting in us to keep staring as I knew they were as we approached the front of the room where a small platform was raised, behind it were the paintings competing. The lady next to us gave us an odd look, as if she thought we might be lost, but didn’t say a word.

As if noticing my distress, or perhaps to ground himself, Seungmin’s hand snuck between my hand and my side, the tip of his fingers tentatively hovering over my palm as if wanting to hold my hand but unsure if he could. With an uncharacteristic burst of confidence, brought on by the need to hold onto something, I interlocked our fingers tightly, squeezing once for comfort.

A man stepped on stage, asking the crowd to quiet down, and it was as if my brain had listened to his command and suddenly everything became quiet. Looking at the boy beside me, his expression seemed to reflect the same emotions, but as he noticed my stare he managed to conjure up a vaguely reassuring smile.

I felt more than a little silly for being so stressed out over something that Seungmin probably would just brush off, but the idea of how elated he would become if he won was just too perfect to be taken away from me. I just wanted to see him happy. No matter what.

And as my mind zeroed into that thought, the realization of a fact that had actually always been there hit me. It was so obvious that the meaning never fully registered.

I wanted to see Seungmin happy, no matter what, and the implications that were previously lost on me now came to light. It was more than friendly, that was for sure.

As the man on stage went one with his speech, my mind lingered on precious images I had saved in my brain, like Seungmin’s smile. His genuine smile and not the stiff and fake version he first presented to me. I felt how much joy and comfort it brought me.

All his pictures, and how many emotions they brought me.

How he always called ME first when he wanted to take a specific picture because I was apparently his favorite model.

How my heart would skip a few beats when Jeongin mentioned that he’d said something about me, always wondering what exactly it had been but never asking.

How warm and soft his hand felt in mine, and how much comfort the simple action of holding his hand brought me.

It all made me realize that there was something there, something strong and important.

And once my mind shifted back to the situation at hand, the third place had already been announced and the second on its way to the stage. This meant one of two things, either Seungmin would be first place, or he hadn’t even reached the podium. I prayed for the first option, but expected the second.

So I looked back to the young boy’s piece, and all the memories and emotions it held.

It was a photo taken in Seungmin’s balcony, of me leaning against the metal railing. My face was dark as I faced away from the unfocused colored lights behind me and towards the camera. My hair was wet from the rain, droplets running down my face and neck towards my floor-length dress, which from what I remember was way too thin as I started sneezing almost immediately after the long time it took to get that picture to be perfect. I couldn’t see or recall what my expression was since all that could be seen of my front were the minuscule bits of light some droplets reflected.

I remembered the moment Seungmin saw the dress on me, he seemed to have an epiphany, immediately demanding that we needed to have a photoshoot with it. It was nothing special in my eyes, but he seemed to see something in it.

He was immediately taken with the picture as he saw it first in his mind and then on his screen, much like he had been with the one he took on the night we met (which he, at first, wanted to use as his submission to the last stage of the competition, until I managed to make him understand that it just wasn't enough). It was colorful, bright, full of youth and life, in my eyes.

“And the winner is…” The announcer said, making my grip on Seungmin’s hand become impossibly tighter. And as the name of the winner was spoken and I registered that it wasn’t my friend’s (or maybe more) name, my shoulders dropped and my hand went lax in the boy’s hold. I looked at the winner's piece, in search for some answers or closure, for a turmoil that wasn’t really mine to feel.

The older man’s piece was a picture of a meteor shower, rare and undoubtedly beautiful. The stars shone in the sky just like the rain had on my skin, yet to me, they seemed so different.

I searched my brain for answers to why this was so much better than our piece, fundamentally ours had more layers, even more colors. And it had a story, of all the times we spent alone on that balcony sharing dreams and visions, and as far as the judges knew the story could be much different, much deeper and…

Then I realized what went wrong. The judges couldn’t score a piece simply for what it could be, but for what it was. The meteor shower was a beauty of nature, unquestionable and clearly on display to all, while the beauty of Seungmin’s photo seemed to be wholly personal, something that perhaps not all could see or feel the full weight of. I felt silly for letting my emotions cloud my vision for so long and so intensely but with my new found feelings for the boy, it wasn’t all that surprising. It still didn’t take away the feeling of my heart being shattered into many tiny pieces as Seungmin was announced as being in fourth place. Fourth place! So painfully close. But what really hurt, was the tight and insincere smile he presented to me after giving what he probably hoped was a reassuring squeeze of my hand, but actually only served to stomp on the tiny pieces left of my heart, shattered through pure disappointment and sadness.

All the other adults were quick to begin mingling as soon as all the names were announced. I released a sigh.

“Fourth place, for the first time, isn’t terrible. I think.” Seungmin said, positively, and what I managed to grant him as a response was a low hum of sad and resigned agreement.

Figuring that the night was technically over for us, as we had nothing else to do in that space since we weren’t about to begin socializing with a bunch of adults who still looked at us as if we didn’t belong there, we walked to the entrance room, Seungmin sending his mother a text to come to us.

“Excuse me! Are you Kim Seungmin, perhaps?” Said a middle-aged man as he approached us with a smile.

“Yeah- I mean, yes. That would be me. Did you need something?” The boy asked nervously, clearing his throat.

“Yes! I need to talk to you! I think it’s impressive that you even managed to get this far with your age, and to be fourth place as the youngest competitor just shows how much potential you have! I commend you for your work and passion!” The man said excitedly.

I once again tuned their conversation out, only coming back to the present to send the occasional polite smile and to walk to the car once Seungmin’s mother arrived (and was done speaking to the lively man).

A certain possibility which caused me both joy and sadness loomed over me as we got back to the Kim family apartment, me and my friend walking up the stairs towards his balcony to sit in as we waited for my mother to come pick me up, as she had insisted on doing.

My beautiful dress did me no favors against the cold wind of the balcony, leaving me curled up in front of the glass sliding door facing the bright city lights while shivering slightly, but not thinking for a moment to go get a jacket and I did all that on autopilot.

Just as the cold was starting to sober me up and break me out of my trance, a jacket (too large to be mine) was laid across my shoulders, before Seungmin sat beside me. That tan, warm and soft jacket from what seemed like so long ago.

“Why do you look so down? If it’s for me, then there's no need. Fourth place really isn't that bad, plus, and you probably weren't paying attention but the man me and my mother talked to offered me a chance to get a scholarship! In the states no less! I mean, first I have to apply and a spot isn't exactly one-hundred percent guaranteed, but I got a pretty good chance!” He very much reminded me of a puppy in that moment, ecstatic and jumpy, full of smiles and talking so fast that he became slightly breathless.

I battled with myself. He clearly seemed excited over the prospect of studying abroad and although it felt like my life’s mission at that moment was making him as happy as possible, I really, really, didn’t want him to go. To be so far away from me.

“And I know it makes very little sense, but… I want you to come with me. Don’t think about it too much, or you’ll stress yourself out but I feel like you made this opportunity possible, so I’d love to have you by my side. What do you say? I mean, you don’t have to say it now, we still have time. But, maybe you could give me a pointer?” He looked at me with those big puppy eyes full of hopes and dreams, begging to not be shattered.

He was right, the whole thing didn’t make a lot of (if any) sense, and it seemed like he was just riding the good mood he was in, but the answer still seemed to matter a lot to him.

Truth be told, I had absolutely no intention or interest in studying abroad and even though it was a priceless opportunity for Seungmin, I didn’t want him to go either. I didn’t want things to change so drastically. I wanted to keep him warm smiles and comforting touches near (and possibly all to myself).

But he was right, it wouldn’t happen for at least a couple of years, so truly there was no need for a definitive answer.

“I’ll think about it.” I said to which he nodded, seemingly pleased, before turning his gaze to the mesmerizing lights of the city.

Even though I said what I said, I knew my real answer already. I truly didn’t want to go.

But as I looked at his side profile, the faintest (but cutest) ghost of a self-satisfied smile on his lips, I knew that I would do anything for even that smile, which was so small and probably careless, even if it meant taking Seungmin halfway across the world, and away from me.

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Billie Eilish -Lovely feat.Khalid

Isn't it lovely all alone

Heart made of glass my mind of stone

Tear me to pieces skin to bone

Hello,welcome home

She lay on her back,the bed sheet caressing her skin with a smooth touch.The sheet covering her didn't seem to offer her any warmth. Alyssa's fingers were cold, body involuntarily shivering whenever a cool gust of wind blew in through the half-open window.Her previously harsh sobs had subsided into silent tears that now only remained as dried-up tracks on her face.Her heartbeat was even,no longer hammering against her chest .Her whole being was now eerily calm, similar to a formerly angry bee, buzzing with menace before being smoked into serenity.A brilliant flash of light danced across the sky,turning it green for a moment,followed by the loud clap of Thor beating his hammer high up in the heavens yet she lay impervious to it.

As if on cue, Patches darted into her room and jumped up on her bed with a shaky meow.The cat's eyes were wide, bottle brush tail flicking in the air as he made his way to Alyssa , sniffing her face before climbing onto her chest and taking a seat. He looked regal really, posture like that of a noble general marching his brave soldiers into the battleground.She was going to miss him.The comfort he brought simply with his presence was unparallelled.His meows, his purrs, that look of smug satisfaction on his face he when he caught a cockroach and brought it back to proudly show off to her.Those two lone patches of brown on the base of his ears that contrasted softly with his white fur.Even his weight on her chest was reassuring .Like everything was going to be alright in the world. Only it wasn't. Not for her.

But that was fine, really. She'd come to terms with it.It all had to end now. No more anxiety, no more constant self-loathing, no more loneliness. She felt numb. And oh,so tired. Her hands were stable as they softly scratched the top of Patches' little head. The kitten responded by resting his chin on his feet and closing his eyes.It seemed like a nice enough way to go ; lying on her bed, cozy, with the only creature in the world that never made her feel silly or worthless,who looked at her with unconditional love brimming in those icy blue eyes.She felt a sharp pang of guilt in her heart as she thought about how Patches would feel when he finally realised his master was dead.In the goodbye message she'd sent Alicia,she'd told her to take care of the cat in her permanent absence. She had turned off her phone so there was no chance of her getting a reply text. Not that she'd get one too soon anyway. Alicia hardly had time to check what her attention-seeking little sister texted her,what with her jam-packed schedule. Who'd actually notice her absence first? Her father? Her sister? Certainly not her "friends". At least she'd filled several bowls of food and water for Patches so he could survive on his own for a while.And if those ran out then,well,he could just eat her right?

Her lunch was leftover linguine with a simple sauce.Last night it had tasted like spring and sunshine on a plate.Today it tasted like ash.She managed to chew and swallow the whole thing, walked to the bathroom,gulped down the contents of the little orange bottle of Ambien and washed that down with a bottle of wine.Then she lay down, waiting for the inevitable to happen.

Her wait wasn't a long one. In less than a half hour her inhalations began to consecutively become shallower with her heart rate picking up.Her lips felt dry and when she tried to lick them even her tongue turned out to be parched .Calm down,she told herself, it's okay. She attempted to swallow but that small action stung as if her throat were scraped raw on the inside. She needed water. Right then.

Alyssa sat up ,dislocating Patches ,and promptly fell back onto her sheets, hit by a sudden wave of light-headedness. Inhaling deeply she sat back up, her arms quivering as she pushed herself off the bed, only to take two steps forward before plummeting to the floor. Her legs felt like jelly.Everything looked hazy.She blinked hard, trying to clear her unfocused eyes but to no avail.Heart pounding, she crawled to the dresser on top of which her phone was. She reached out with her hands but only ended up pushing it farther away brushing her fingers against it.Alyssa was slightly breathless now,mouth hung open, insides twisting as she tried to push herself up holding the dresser drawers but found that her body didn't really do what she wanted it to anymore and fell back limply on the ground with a loud thud.Her body felt like it had been hit by a truck.Her hands were shaking and she couldn't do anything to stop them,the muscles of her legs,back and shoulders were contracting wildly yet she was utterly helpless.Her throat seemed to be closing up.Her mouth still hung open but except for the loud gasps of breath she inhaled and exhaled she could make no other sound.She was crying now, screaming in her head for someone to come save her. This was not how her life was supposed to end.Her body was not supposed to betray her like this.Alyssa felt a wild stab of fear clawing at her insides that came with the blunt realisation that she was not ready to die."Help me please please anybody please just someone help me " the voice inside her head kept screaming and screaming and screaming while all that came out of her mouth were small choked whimpers and gasps.She could hear Patches wailing loudly, scared of whatever was happening to her before running off into another part of the house,seemingly eager to put a distance between them and leaving her to fend for herself. It was hot,so unbearably hot.Her body felt like it was blistering. Her eyes burned as they fluttered shut.

She could hear a voice and the sound of footsteps .Someone was in her apartment. "I'M IN HERE! " the voice in her head screamed. It was a familiar voice that said "Uh, Alyssa it's me Johnny from next door, I brought your cat back.He came into my apartment meowing his ass off and it was actually kinda freaky 'cause I thought he was feral but then I saw the collar and HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHAT HAPPENED" he had walked right into the doorway to her room.Johnny dropped Patches and rushed to her side, turning her on her back to feel her neck for a pulse and simultaneously calling and shrieking the address to a 911 operator. Patches anxiously paced half circles around the both of them,sniffing Alyssa's trembling hands and wailing loudly at her .

The last thing Alyssa saw before losing her consciousness was the face of a medic as she pulled her left eye open,aimed a flashlight at it and yelled something to someone behind behind her.

Everything happened in a rush after the medics came.Alyssa was heaved onto a stretcher,her still-convulsing body strapped down and pulled inside an ambulance that sped away instantly with Johnny in it with her.She was wheeled to the operating room, tubes attached to her arms,a particularly big tube in her mouth pumping in the necessary fluids. The doors closed behind Alyssa and the emergency medical team, separating them from Johnny who had been running right beside them. He stood there, shaking with fright before sinking into one of the couches with his face in his hands. What the hell just happened? Why was Alyssa having a grand mal seizure in the middle of the day? How long had she been like that before he found her? What would have happened if her cat hadn't run to his apartment?Was she even going to make it?

Alyssa was trapped in a nightmare.She kept running but they always found her. The malicious enigmas that her subconscious had created.There were many.People she used to know,people she didn't remember ever seeing.She didn't know exactly what it was about them that terrified her.Maybe it was simply their malicious aura,or maybe it was the way they smiled at her.Cold smiles with sinister eyes .They smiled like they knew a secret of hers.As they'd try to grab her they'd laugh.And when she got away they's scream and moan as if they were in pain.There was a small boy too.He wore a yellow shirt,black pants and black shoes.He never approached her.He stayed in the shadows, just quietly watching her.There was something about him that absolutely terrified her. On seeing him her breaths stuttered, she'd shake and just collapse. Was this all in her head?Or was it real life? Was she simply trapped in another dimension?Was this limbo? Or was this where the dead stayed? If that was the case where were the others?

There was a light now. A brilliant light that had an otherworldly quality to it.It seemed to emanate a soft music. And she inexplicably found herself being drawn to it. She took a step towards it, entranced, reached out a hand only to be pulled back into darkness with a shriek.The monsters were back.

After what seemed like an eternity of suffering,Alyssa's eyes flickered open.And to her massive surprise she found herself in a hospital room, with needles in her arm, what looked like a catheter hooked on her torso and the sound of beeping from the device measuring her heart rate.'What the hell?'she thought and turned her head to the left to see Johnny sitting there tapping away on his phone. He looked so out of place in the drab,pale cream room, dressed in a pink t-shirt, black jeans and white shoes. And yet he looked so good. She suddenly felt inferior and oddly exposed to him in the hospital gown with its thin,white material,hair that was most probably matted to her head and her pale skin.Awkwardly fumbling with the sheets,she tried to pull them all over herself when he looked up and went "Oh thank god you're awake I was beginning to get worried" with a smile so bright she could only stare for a moment before she snapped out of it. "Why were you worried?" it came out harsh due to her not having spoken in a while but Johnny either didn't notice or just chose to ignore it because the next second he was going off about how he was so scared when he found her, and the doctors gave him a mini heart attack when they declared that she had died on the table and then almost fainting in relief when that one particularly determined doctor who seemed to just not know how to give up had miraculously brought Alyssa back from the dead. "YOU WERE DEAD FOR 2 MINUTES AND 42 SECONDS ALYSSA THAT'S ALMOST LIKE 3 FUCKING MINUTES" .He then proceeded to explain how her sister had showed up that night in tears."I swear she would've wiped the floor with the face of that nurse who told her she couldn't see you in the icu right then if I wasn't holding her back" and how Alicia practically lived in her hospital room for the entirety of four days and only went home to shower when Johnny visited each day. " I told her you're up.She's on the way now, it's gonna take her,like,10 minutes and she says to tell you that she's gonna kill you". "Oh" is all the reply Alyssa can muster before a doctor walks in with with a nurse and a woman who introduces herself saying "Hi, Alyssa my name is Charlotte" "She's one of our doctors who are going to see you during your stay here", added the doctor. After a moment she again replied with a quiet "Oh",which seemed to be the only word in Alyssa's muddled, slow brain yet her heart rate had picked up and she began to fidget uncomfortably at the idea of having to talk to someone. She spaced out, didn't even notice them leaving or Johnny resuming his seat on the couch and refocusing his attention to his phone. "Thanks Johnny" she said when she finally came to her senses. He smiled softly at her, "Don't sweat it" he said before he went back to his phone.His smile seemed to calm her down a little.She looked to her right and there was a tray laden with soup and a glass of orange juice.She carefully picked up the glass, pleasantly surprised to see she had the strength to do so, and took a small sip. It tasted bitter. She put it back down and settled back against the pillow,at ease. Her calmness didn't last long ; the next moment her door was flung open and there she was. Alicia, her older sister who didn't really seem to care before but now had eyes brimming with tears.She half-ran to her bed and flung herself at Alyssa and held her so tightly Alyssa wasn't sure if her sudden lack of breath was due to the fact that she herself was overcome with emotions or her sister's stronghold on her. And she seemed to not even care about that because they were both sobbing now,shoulders shaking,saying words the other couldn't comprehend.Johnny excused himself with an awkward "I'll get going then",leaving the door open behind him.

When Alicia finally detached herself, Alyssa found herself become nervous again about having to explain her actions. She opened her mouth, about to say something when Alicia gasps and reaches for her handbag, through which the head of a certain cat with white fur and a lone brown patch at the base of each ear could be seen "I couldn't not bring him he's missed you so much. Johnny says he's been crying for you all the time",she said,letting him out .He runs to Alyssa, meowing, without missing a beat. Patches stands on her half sitting body, hind paws on her stomach, soft front paws on her chest, sniffing her face and then rubbing his head on her face while meowing.Alyssa realised she loved this cat to death.While Johnny may have called an ambulance it was Patches who had run off to Johnny's to bring him to her.She hugged the cat to herself, kissing his small head."Johnny took care of him?" she asked Alicia."Yeah he loves the cat he says it basically saved you", she replied, in an amused voice. "He did,he's my furry little hero" Alyssa said, kissing his head again and smiling softly. "I'll be there for you from now on Aly". Alyssa froze, her mind immediately blanking but as hard as she struggled she couldn't find any words to form a sort of reply.In lieu she said "The door's open".Alicia's face portrayed hurt as she stammered " OH I um yeah I'll leave I'm sorry I know I-" "I didn't mean that you have to leave I just don't want the staff or a doctor to see Patches in here with me". "Oh thank god" Alicia said, visibly relieved as she quickly went to the door and shut it. When she came and sat back down at Alyssa's side she took a deep breath and said "Johnny's hot" Alyssa snorted before replying "Tell me about it". In response her sister smirked "I think he likes you" ."Alicia he calls me a crazy cat lady ", Alyssa replied half exasperated half amused. Alicia grinned, "He told them you two were engaged". "He what ?". Alicia's grin grew bigger "Well they wouldn't let him ride with you in the ambulance but apparently he had to come with you so he just lied". "He was just being the nice guy that he is?", Alyssa offered." Her sister snorted, "He so likes you."

Hi guys.So this is the first story of mine that I feel confident enough to post.It's kind of special to me.And if you've made it this far,through all that cringe shit,thank you.I hope you had a somewhat good read.Merry Christmas!🎄🎄✨

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fivesoskingdom · 6 years

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"You're going to get me killed." gang!Ashton (Golden Star Fanfic)

A/N: Sixth part is here, dear partners. I'm happy that you guys liked the last one, but this one is better, I promise, OK? And please, a beautiful anon said how I could make the "read more" in the app (I don't use computer), so I'm trying. Can you guys say if it works?

Summary: You're finally getting what you wanted: being away from Ashton's gang and himself. But maybe this isn't the best thing right now. And maybe, for a couple of minutes, you actually wanted Ashton as close to you as possible.

Remember: The next chapter only comes if this one gets, at least, 30 notes.

You can find the previous parts here

Hope you guys like it, don't forget to reblog, so I can know that there's someone out there liking my stuff. 💋

Ashton waited for you for about three hours in front of your house, his car parked where you could see him as soon as you got to your street. It was odd for you to see him there since he never show up before and you also realized that you didn't saw any guy walking you home today. Secretly you wished that it was Luke's day because after the hell day you got, you could use a good talk at home with some pizza.

"Last time you were here you were covered in blood. Good to see that's not happening today." you pointed while opening the door.

"Yeah, didn't got any shot in the last month." he said getting out of his motorcycle and going to you, entering your house behind you. "And the shot you took care is the only one I don't have a scar."

"Well, good to know that. I'm not a plastic for nothing." you smiled.

"I wondered about your specialty. Good to know it's plastics."

"Seriously, Irwin?" you left your stuff at the dinner table and got to the kitchen to take two glasses of wine. "Never bother to ask to any of my dear followers?"

"Nah." he smiled getting the glass of you, going to sit in the couch and you followed him. "Wanted to ask myself."

"OK, now that you know that I'm a plastics, what are you really doing here?" This was, by far, the strangest interaction you two ever had. You were sitting on the couch with your legs crossed, looking at him, he was sitting more formally, the glass of wine spinning in his hand.

"We need to talk. And it's serious."

"Please, don't say that the guy I hit wants to kill me. You said you would protect me."hearing that kind of words was never a good thing, hearing from someone like Ashton was even worse.

"He's not a threat anymore." he said and you raised one eyebrow. "He's alive, you just really teached him a lesson and I made sure to teach one or two more as well."

"So, what's so important that made you come here yourself?" you never bothered to turn on the main light, the whole room being illuminated by the little yellowish lights you had, making it all really cozy. Ashton stayed in silence for a while, pondering how and what say to you, you took your time to analize him. His face was some kind of soft, he wasn't looking scary or even mad, for once, a little scar, almost invisible, was near to his eyebrown and you knew it was new. Being a plastic surgeon made you really observant to the little things.

"Listen, I'm not going to follow you everywhere anymore." he started with a sigh.

"Oh my God, thank you!!!" you almost screamed, making him giggle, shaking his head in denial. You could, actually, kiss him because you were so happy.

"Yeah, don't get all excited. Here's the thing: Someone from Noah's gang saw us following you and now we think that they think that you're something important to us, what means that they can get you." now his soft face was worried, his lips were in a thin line. You mind started to buzz and it was nothing with the wine, your heart raced and you felt your hands sweat.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" you get up, completely shocked. "You put me in danger and now you're going to leave me all by myself? What the actual fuck?"

"Can you please sit your ass down?" he asked taking a deep breath, looking at you when you didn't. "Seriously, sit." he pulled you, almost making you fall at his lap, he realized that too and took him some seconds to talk again. "Listen, stop screaming." he looks again at you "If we keep following you, they're going to get you at some point to discover why we are doing this, so Calum suggest that we follow you from far, by an app." he explained calmly, his hand never left your arm and you were starting to feel weird with his touch. "Harry, our tech guy, developed this app that will show us your live location all the time, real time. Here." he finally let your arm go to hand you a box, when you open it you see a necklace, it's golden and it has a little pendant in form of a golden star with an little A jammed. It was, actually, really cute. "This is a chip and a button, it shows me where you are any time."he shows you his app, the map showing your location at your house. "You can't take this, are you listening to me? Never. Not to sleep, not to shower, not even in the hospital. Specially not in the hospital." he gets up, going to behind you so he can put the necklace on your neck. "If you ever need anything, if you get in trouble, press the star, it will alarm my phone and the guys as well and we will be able to find you anywhere." he sits in front of you again.

"You're going to get me killed." you say with your voice below a whisper, looking to your lap. "This is insane." all your rage became fear. No, you didn't liked to be followed, no, you never thought it was necessary, but now you were being really in danger, now you could really die because of this man in front of you.

"Listen to me." he makes you look at him raising your face with his fingers on your chin. "You're not getting killed, do you understand? You saved my life and I will be in debt with you for it forever, so if you die, I'll die with you." he smiled at you, a warm smile that maybe in any other situation would make you want to get in his lap and kiss him, but now it only makes you feel sad.

"Why, Irwin? Tell me." you ask with your eyes in tears, your voice may be low, but he can hear how mad you're at him again. "I didn't asked for any of this. Now I'm going to be between two gangs?"

"You saved my life and I can't just let this go. Trust me, you'll be safe." he smiles to you and you roll your eyes, slapping his hand of your chin. "You're way too stubborn, you know that? I don't know how you remain alive." he rolled his eyes as well, completely annoyed by your attitude.

"Yeah, I won't be a problem for much longer, right? Good for you." you get up to go to your room. "You know your way out. Please don't come again, I don't wanna die."

As you started to walk away, Ashton got up from the couch and before he could stop himself, he was already right behind you, getting in your room. You saw him and was about to tell him to go, but he was faster and pressed you against the bedroom wall with his own body. Your heart skipped a beat when you felt him so close, his breath fanning all over your face since he was taller than you. Ashton's eyes were watching everything on your face, looking how you were reacting and he felt a heat over his body when you slightly opened your mouth before bitting your bottom lip. It took him all his self control to not kiss you right the way.

"I don't care what you think about me or this whole situation." he started, whispering. "I don't care if you hates me because I followed you or anything else. But I'm saying this to you: I'll never let anything happen to you." you couldn't stop your eyes from looking all over his face, absorbing every little detail from his hazel eyes to his pink lips. Didn't matter how much you kind of hated him, you couldn't deny how freaking handsome he was. But you always knew that, you knew from the day one, when you were sitting on his lap to take care of his face. Even with blood all over his body, even being so pale that you got afraid that he would really die, even so you could see how handsome he was. But being this close were a whole new level and even though he was trying really hard to not let anything appear on his face, you could read the lust in his eyes the same way he could read on yours.

"I don't know if you really believe in that."you said at his same tone, his lips turned up in a little smirk.

"I never broke a promise, sweetheart. This isn't going to be the first one." he took your chin again between his fingers and he looked directly into your eyes. "You don't know what I'm capable of doing for the people I'm loyal to."

"You never had to be loyal to me, Irwin." you shook your head a little, since his hand didn't let you move too much.

"I did. I do. And I feel that I'll always have to. Each day more." the smirk never got out of his lips. "Be good, OK? You know how to reach me." and then he kissed the conner of your mouth, getting out of the room and letting you absolutely breathless, incapable of understanding a thing about what just happened. Little did you know, that he didn't understood either, that the whole way back home he was cursing himself for the urge he felt of kissing you, more than that, the urge he felt to keep you so close to him that you wouldn't be able to move. Actually, he wanted you to move, maybe under him, on your bed that was almost screaming his name. He thought about you screaming his name and not in the way you're used to. You made him hard and you didn't even touched him. Half way home he turned around, going to the only place where he could solve his little problem for a while, making him smile when he saw the big red neon letters. "Hell on heels."

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bluephoenixdruidicprincess · 5 years

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Sooo... I don't know how much sense this is gonna make to you but I always thought that if the show would create it's own storylines and losely based on the books (so that it did not want to same results with the different paths they taken) it could been something more interesting. So what I mean is for example when they killed off Jocelyn they could have "fixed it" with their own, unique storyline. (It might be stupid but it's just one idea and it couldn't solve the damage they made) 1/many?

2/4 By not killing off Jace (since Lilith could easily possess him I mean Alec and Izzy both got possesed by a greater demon and Lilith is the mother of all demons..) so when Clary makes the wish, she makes her mother come back. I don’t know why but I would find that more interesting as a twist that she would be linked to Jonathan and by that time she would understand her son more and maybe even in the end kind of save him? 2/many?

3/4 I mean for me show!Jonathan/Sebastian is more human(Like I almost want to protect him? He did terrible things yes, but nothing really unredeemable?). What did he do really there? He was just a lost boy who was sent to hell to suffer after his whole life was all about suffering. He killed a few shadowhunters, he killed Dot (and no one really cared about her so I guess it’s okay? Did anyone mourn her at all? I don’t think so.) 3/many

4/4 But I guess this show was never something the writers really cared about. I’m pretty sure all the action, all the plot stuff will only happen around the 18th episode maybe? By that time we will be bored to death with awful filler episodes. When if they wanted to make it different or in their eyes better.. There was a lot of opportunity. And they constantly failed. And who knows maybe the last two episodes will have more action than the whole season 3 before that. // last of many ♥

Not to worry. You made plenty of sense. One of the many weaknesses in the show’s writing is the fact that they keep on trying to follow the source material while still trying to tell their own story and I think that contributes a lot to how messy this show’s story is. The fact that they’re trying to follow the source material but also want to make their own story at the same time. They keep on trying to have it both ways and while there are certain stories you can do that with…The Shadowhunters Chronicles is not a good book series to take that approach with. Cassandra Clare’s writing format is heavily based on what I call a “chain reaction” format. Meaning, her stories and the tools she uses within the story (whether it be character, plot or world-building) are extremely close-knit, everything affects everything else, the story devices are all inter-woven together. Everything leads into something else. So it’s not as simple as making a change and then being able to continue on with her source material afterwards because the entire foundation of her story is so closely inter-woven that whatever you change causes a chain reaction of things that also need to change. And the writers for the show have proven that they don’t understand that. TVD failed in a lot of things but I did enjoy how it wasn’t afraid to deviate and still managed to tell their own somewhat cohesive story that had its fair share of memorable characters that made you feel things whether for the good or the worst.

And I also really love your Jocelyn idea. It’s always bugged me that Clary used the wish to bring back Jace, a guy she wasn’t all that close with to begin with and had only known for a month, two months tops. It would’ve made far more sense for it to be Jocelyn. And just imagine all the interesting conversations we could’ve had between Jocelyn and Lillith. The Woman Who Birthed Jonathon vs the Woman Who Raised Jonathon. That would be such a fun clash. And ultimately it all tying into Jocelyn getting to know her son and the resolution could be she and Jonathon riding off into the sunset and raising Jonathon to be the person he was meant to be. There could be a tearful good-bye with Clary in which Clary doesn’t want her mother to go, that the reason she brought Jocelyn back was she still needed her mother and Jocelyn can tell her, “Perhaps you did once, but that’s not the case anymore. The truth is you haven’t needed me for a very long time but your brother does need me and I’m going to give him what I should’ve given him all along. This is my redemption.”

And you’re absolutely right. While Jonathon has done some pretty bad things, in conjunction with how it relates to the other characters, it’s nothing that’s irredeemable. And I actually forgot that he killed Dot. That’s how forgettable she is. In fact, I don’t even think Clary mourned her and if the pilot episode was anything to go off of, those two were supposed to have been as close as sisters. In season one, Dot blew off the chance to escape Valentine in order to search for and protect Clary and what did Clary do for Dot? Well, she leaves Dot on Valentine’s ship, the next time she sees Dot, she treats Dot as if Dot were the enemy, and when Dot dies, I don’t think a single tear was shed. Are we sure Clary isn’t the villain of this story? Show!Jonathon actually has some really interesting qualities about him that I find quite intriguing that I never really saw in the books so I’m like, “Yes, show, keep on this thread” and then they throw the creepy incest thing our way to further demonize him and I’m just like, “Why???” Like I really loved the moment when Jonathon is telling the story about how he met the original Sebastian Verlac and how touched he was by the beauty inside and out Sebastian exhibited. To think that after years of being trapped in a hell dimension, coming out, and that’s his first interaction in the world? A beautiful boy offering him his jacket? But the show is going hard-core down this incest route because you know, Jonathon is evil, why wouldn’t he be attracted to his sister? I still maintain that it would be far more interesting, since they’re doing this whole role swap with Clary and Jace (in the books, it was Jace with the bond) that instead of Jonathon being obsessed with Clary, he’s actually super obsessed with Jace. If you’re going to do a role swap, you might as well go all the way, right? And considering the physical similarities behind Jace and the real Sebastian, it could track.

This entire season feels like it’s going to be nothing but filler. I watched 3x14 earlier today and I swear I must’ve fast forwarded like half the episode because I was so bored. The show has so much plot they have to get through but they keep on having episodes full of inconsequential moments that in the long run were a complete waste of time. Everything is probably going to be jam packed in the final couple of episodes and character arcs and relationships are all going to be rushed to an ending point that won’t feel organic. It truly is a shame how disappointing this show is because it could’ve been amazing. It truly boggles my mind how they can make a show that has so much plot squeezed in but it takes a million-and-one years for anything to happen.

#anti shadowhunters

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Happy Birthday

idolboyfriend!yunho × genderneutral!reader

warnings: some slight smut mention at the end, just Christmas and boyfriend!yunho being the SWEETEST.

word count: 2.5k

enjoy!!!

December. one of your favorite months. not only because of the chilly weather, you also get to spend more time with your lovely boyfriend Yunho. He would always go out for your Christmas gifts. Last year he made a cheesy treasure hunt that led to a beautiful necklace with his initial on it. Aside from his cheesy manner, he loves to decorate.

"Babyyyyy~" you were awoken by a familiar angelic voice. "come on y/n, we gotta decorate the tree!!" you groan. "can you at least wait until 10? its 8:30 in the morning." yunho laughed and jumped on the bed, forcing you to wake up completely. "Yunho i'm going to kill you after Christmas passes." he smiled and kissed your head. "At least you'll wait so you won't be on the naughty list this year, although some of the things you've done would show you're naughty" you slap him with a pillow while laughing. "no talk of that until I wake up and get out of bed."

You finally got up and dressed yourself. Wearing one of his hoodies and some sleep shorts, you walked into your living room. Something chocolatey tingles your nose.

"See, I told you it'd be worth it to start decorating early in the day. I made us hot chocolate! I even got marshmallows in there just for you." you smile and give him a kiss on his cheek. "h-how come it wasn't my lips??" you giggle at his pout. "maybe because I want to wait until we have the mistletoe up." He hurriedly set down his drink and practically jumped over to the decorations box. He shuffled through bells and ornaments, trying to find it. "Found it!!!" he ran back over to you and held it above you. "Yunho that's not what I meant." he pouts again. "well you didn't clarify so now you have to kiss me!" you just sigh and finally give him what he wanted. You heard him throw the mistletoe, holding your face with both hands. He pulled away, leaving you both begging for air. “Now, can we start on the tree?”

Hours of decorating and getting distracted later, the tree was finished. It was almost perfect. “Where’s the angel for the top of the tree?” Yunho just looked at you and smiled. “The only angel in the house would be too big for this tree.” you scoff and smile at his line. “Seriously baby, we can’t have a complete tree without a topper.” He stood for a second before rushing to your shared bedroom. “We can put Mr. Snuggy up there!” You saw the first stuffed animal he ever gave you clutched in his arms. You smile lightly and nod in agreement. Yunho effortlessly put the teddy bear on top of the tree, well, close enough to the top.

“It’s so pretty baby.” you hug his side and stare into the millions of shining lights. “I know it was late putting the tree up, but I knew ATEEZ would be busy for December.” Yunho smiles and nods. “Putting up the tree right on Christmas Eve was very late, but it’s okay.” you were about to kiss him when he smiled and sang “cause all I want for Christmas, is you!!!” you just smiled and went to go get ready for bed.

It was 10:00 AM. You stirred until you didn’t feel Yunho by your side. You were about to call his name when he opened the door. “Good morning darling. Merry Christmas.” you smile, barely opening your eyes. He picked you up and carried you to the living room. It was filled with sweet aromas. Hot Chocolate, Gingerbread Candles,and Cinnamon filled your senses. You had a strict tradition for Christmas. You can give each other 2 gifts. One is a gag gift and the other is the real one. “Open this one baby, you’ll love it” Yunho hands you a medium size box. You eagerly opened it to find a fake flower with a note. “I will love you until the flower is no more.” you smiled and kissed his cheek. “I knew you were cheesy but that was actually very cute. Here’s yours.” he grabbed a red bag and shuffled through the tissue paper. You had made a box that had a bunch of “coupons” that he could use. “Are these the coupons that give me free kisses and hugs whenever I want? You nodded. “Yes! I needed these.” Before you tried to give his other gift, he stopped you. “Baby, your other present kinda correlates with your birthday, is that okay? Of course you’ll get other gifts that day but this is a half christmas/birthday gift.” You nodded and reached for your gift. It was a very tiny box. Two concert tickets sat in front of you. They were blank on the side you were seeing. You flipped them over and saw Monsta X written on them. You immediately tackled him and started sobbing. “Baby, this must have cost a fortune! You didn’t have to spend this much on me!!" Yunho shook his head. "remember I told you Shownu and I were close in training days." you sat speechless. "when is it baby??" "look at the tickets y/n…" it read February 18th [or use your own, I used mine since it was close?]. "On my birthday!!! Yunho, this is the best present I've ever had, besides waking up to you everyday." you hug him tightly. "Your other gift is in this bag, I saw it and immediately thought of you." He opened the bag to see a hoodie with a picture of you two with the heart filters on snapchat on the front. "i-if you don't like it, that's okay ill just wear-"

he stopped you with a passionate kiss. you could feel him smiling through each kiss. "baby, I fucking love it!!! Why would you think I wouldn't wear it. If I never got dirty, I'd wear it everywhere all day. People can see how cute and squishy you are. The picture you chose makes your cheeks looks so cute!! That was our first picture together." He took off his shirt and put the hoodie on. "not to mention it's so soft inside! thank you baby, i love it." you spent the rest of the day snuggling on the couch watching Christmas movies. This was one of the best Christmas memories you will have.

*major time skip!*

you could not stop dancing and singing the lyrics to every song Yunho played. He decided it would be fitting to jam to Monsta X since you were on the road to the center. "Baby..I just realized that I don't know what center they're performing at, you never told me and it looks like it wasn't on the tickets either." he turned down the radio. "because, as another part of your surprise, they're performing at the center we met at." you felt tears tease your eyelids. "Really? Yunho, all of this doesn't seem just coincidental. Are you planning something else behind my back?" you joke with him, knowing he'd never hurt you in any way. "I promise y/n, I haven't planned anything. All I did was get us very close seats to the concert. Pinky promise." he extended his finger to meet yours. Little did you know, his other fingers were crossed.

It was about 10 minutes before the show started. you could not hide your excitement. "Hey baby, I'll be right back, I have to go use the restroom. I promise I'll be back in time." he kissed you and ran off. You haven't got a text from him or anything. You were seriously worried. All of your thoughts paused when the lights went off. 6 familiar men rose from under the stage. Everyone was on their feet, screaming their voices out. You were no different from everyone else.

"What's up everyone!!" Jooheon yelled, making the crowd go wilder. "Alright guys, we wanted to make this concert special since we have not had a concert in so long. I think you'll love the surprise" Shownu smiled and was trying very hard to not spoil the surprises. You heard the stage platform raise again, only to see Wonho. "We got our bunny back! Let's give him some extra love!" Changkyun could barely finish the sentence before running over to hug him, along with the rest of the men. You couldn't hear anything but screams. "Hi guys!!! Thank you all for the support, it seriously helped me" you started feeling tears in your eyes. You suddenly remembered Yunho was still missing. "This is not the only surprise we have planned, Monbebe. Since it's the first concert with our bunny back, we thought we'd have some special guests." Kihyun could barely be heard over the crowd screams. The group asked the crowd to calm down for a moment. The music for "Thanxx" started playing as Ateez ran out from behind the stage. You finally saw Yunho and he looked absolutely gorgeous. He was in his outfit from their music video. "What's up Monbebe??" San smiled as he heard the cheers.

You've heard Inception, Love Killa, Thanxx, and Nobody Else so far. When one group performed, the other was chanting and dancing along with them. "I think it's time for our last surprise. Before we do, I want to say thank you to Monsta X, Monbebe and ATINY for making this possible." Yunho started speaking, making your heart swell. "I have someone that I need to come on stage" he starts walking off the stage, security trying to keep fans away from touching him. Your body lights up with a spotlight. Yunho stands in front of you, offering his hand to you. You took his hand and walked back onto the stage. You almost couldn't walk, your legs felt like jelly. "Everyone, this is my partner Y/n." The crowd clapped and awed. You were trying to hide your face from blushing but Yunho was quick to stop you. "Look, they're shy..give them some applause!" The crowd clapped, screamed, even chanting your name. "Alright guys, I think it's time for the next song. This is a special version of a song that we made." Wonho smiled at you, making you fangirl inside.

You heard the beginning notes of "She's The One" but it wasn't Shownu singing, or any of the other members. It was Yunho. He was staring at you as he started to sing the beginning.

"They're the one, got me all messed up. I could write a million songs, but I know it's not enough.They're so beautiful and I know they know it. They know how to think, yeah they always owns it."

The group sang the lines he skipped. You felt tears streaming down your face. You wanted to stop them but you were too mesmerized.

"Think about their face every time I wake up. At night I wanna ask about how their day was. They make my knees feel weak They make my drink feel stronger, Can't eat, can't sleep, can't dream Can't wait any longer, any longer now"

The breakdown came. The crowd, Monsta X and ATEEZ were singing. Yunho was looking at you, smiling and tearing up. He let Monsta and ATEEZ sing the rest of the song while he held you and danced with you. The crowd started clapping before you could process what just happened. "Everyone, I need to say something to Y/n." It fell silent.

"I know I lied to you about this whole concert thing, but I had to. Y/n, I love you more than anything in life. I don't care who knows I do. I love showing you off. I love everything you hate about yourself. I want to spend my life with you. I want to grow old and try to dance like we did in our younger ages. I want a house and a pet with you. We either have kids or pets. I will leave that up to you. Overall Y/n, you are just perfect for me." he sat on one knee and asked the infamous question "will you marry me?"

You stood shocked. You couldn't hear the crowd. You were just focused on what just happened.

"Yunho...yes, yes I will marry you!" he slid the ring on and hugged you tightly. You were so happy, you could barely stand. He helped you back to your seat and all the boys continued their concert.

It was another hour before they all said goodbye to the crowd. Yunho grabbed you and took you backstage. You were welcomed with applause and yells. The staff were very kind to you and congratulated you. "Yunho, you seriously need to teach me how to charm" Shownu laughed, along with everyone else. "I know I just got proposed to, but can we talk about what the hell just happened? San, Jongho, Mingi, Joongie, Yeosang, Wooyoung and Seonghwa, you sneaky little bastards." they all laughed. "It was very hard to not spoil this. You know I am the hardest to keep a surprise. Remember your two year anniversary party?" San could never keep a secret. He told you there was a surprise party then immediately ran away. "Regardless of that, you actually kept this one in, I'm proud." Mingi joked around. "Okay, so holy shit hi Monsta x. I've been a fan for years. I joined when-" Wonho decided to interrupt. "Yunho already told us all about your history with us. Thank you for the support. We all appreciate it." You all talked until it was time to leave.

"thank you guys again.. this meant the world to me." Yunho smiled and agreed with your statement. You asked a staff member to take a picture with all of the boys. You parted ways, Yunho deciding to drive you home.

"you've had this planned for how long?" you started crying again. "Baby, I've had this planned ever since I met you. But in seriousness, probably a few months. It was hard for all of us to keep it a secret, especially from the fans." All you could do is stare at the ring and smile. "and before you ask, yes I meant every word I said. I did have to exclude some of the things I wanted to say." you turned your head. "well tell me what they were?" "well, I love how you pleasure me..how your lips fit around my cock so well, as if they were made for me..watching the moments your dominant side is showing. I love everything." Even in the dark, he could still see your face turn a crimson red.

You slept all the way home. He carried you into your shared bedroom, stirring you awake. "I didn't want to wake you love, but you need to change into more comfy clothes to sleep in." you loved how caring he is with you. Deciding on wearing his t-shirt and sleep shorts, you plop on the bed, waiting for him to cuddle you. "I love you very much y/n. please never forget that." he kissed your forehead. "sweet dreams, my future spouse."

"goodnight my future husband."

i hope you enjoyed reading this! it was very sweet to me and please if there's any errors or anything, let me know! 💜

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