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anyamaris · 1 year
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Serendipity
Summary-A chance encounter with an object left behind turns into something special.
Pairing- Artist!Yeosang x F!reader
Genre-Short story/romance/fluff
Word count-1400
Warnings-None
Strangers to lovers
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Art Description : Watercolor Japanese Cherry Blossom Tree by JessicaIllustration (https://cwallpapersgallery.blogspot.com/2016/01/cherry-blossom-tree-drawing.html)
You walk up to the beautiful cherry blossom tree, finally blooming. It was early spring and you came up this hill often, to admire the magnificent tree, as well as to have some peace and quiet.
But lately, you came for another reason. It had started about a month ago, you'd made your way to the solitude of the tree to relax from another grueling day of work, relationships (or lack thereof) and family problems. This was the one place you came to be by yourself.
But that day, you'd noticed something different about the tree. Underneath, near one of the roots of the tree, was a sketch book. Hm, someone must have left it here, you think, bending down to pick it up.
Looking around, there is noone in sight. Just the normal quiet of the park, and the low hum of the city far off in the distance. Someone else must come here to get away, you ponder, as you flip open the first page to see if it has a name.
Inside the cover, there are only the initials K.Y. but you can't help but be in awe of the drawing on the first page. It's the cherry blossom, but it's not flowering yet. It was an oddly sad and solemn drawing and it made you feel melancholy. Suddenly feeling as if you are being intrusive, you berate yourself. Much like your writing, this was something personal for someone else.
Pulling out your notebook, you find your little nook that you liked to sit in. You scribble out a small note to leave in the sketch book and then place it inside, returning the object to where you'd found it.
Surely someone would be back for it eventually.
The next day, you return to the tree again, finding some inspiration the day prior for your current writing project. Strangely, you notice that the sketch book is there again, but it's not where you'd left it.
Weird, you think, walking over to it. There was a piece of paper sticking out of it. Curiosity getting the better of you, you pluck the paper out and stare in shock as it's the same note you'd left the person, but they'd replied to you.
"Hi, I came across your sketch book here and happened to take a glance inside, hoping to find a name to return it to before I realized I was being rude. I hope you reclaim it. Also...I hope it's not presumptuous of me, but I saw your first drawing and it was beautiful. I apologize for looking at something so personal, so please forgive me." You'd written and underneath was an unfamiliar scrawl.
"Hello, please do not apologize for looking inside. I appreciate you thinking of returning it to me. I'd forgotten it yesterday and when I came back, I saw your note. Thank you for the lovely compliment. I've left the sketch book for you to look through. I am touched that you apologized for intruding but I assure you, your words were very kind and I am happy to share my art with you. Are you an artist too?"
Mouth dropping open, you plop down into your normal spot and smile. How interesting, and how sweet to want to share their drawings with you. Excited more than you can believe and with a big smile, you proceed to slowly open the sketch book as if it was the most precious thing in the world. And to your delight, you find that with each page turn, you're feeling the emotions of the artist.
A woman walking a dog, a small leaf on the ground fallen from a tree. A sunrise, the roots of the tree you're currently sitting on. And many of the tree around you. Some were done in color, others just pencil. But all of them were done by someone with skill.
Taking your time to browse the art once, twice, three times more, you finally settle back and close your eyes. Taking in the cool spring breeze, listening to the beautiful sounds around you. Then you open your eyes and write another note below the ongoing messages.
"Thank you so much for sharing something so personal with me. You're truly very talented and I am honored to be able to look through this. I do not know that I would call myself an artist, but I come here to write. Do you do all of your drawings here?"
You put the note back inside and place the book in the place you'd first found it the day previous, so they would know that you'd left another note. Smiling, feeling as if you've started a new, secret friendship with this unknown artist, you go back to your writing.
The notes had gone back and forth like that, both of you finding a special spot to leave the sketch book in to let the other know that they'd been there. And then you'd left your notebook, with your poetry in it for them to read.
You'd exchanged some basic information, such as that they were a 'he', that he was a student at the local university and that he came here to get away from the stress and to draw, his hobby. You'd shared some information about yourself as well. You'd yet to exchange names but the small bits of information seemed like a fun game and you didn't want to give up too much too fast.
At some point, instead of coming here to write, you found yourself coming to the cherry blossom to 'speak' to him. And today was no different. After a month of exchanging notes, you smiled as the beautiful flowers fluttered in the breeze around you, and you could smell the faint fragrance.
Picking up the sketch book, you tuck your hair behind your ear. Smiling in anticipation, you open it up to the expected note.
"I wanted to share something special with you today." Is all the note says and you frown, turning it over. Is that all? you think and then you look at the page the note was holding open. It takes you a moment to comprehend what you are seeing, but your shock fades to a feeling of elation.
On the page before you, there is another drawing of the cherry blossom fully bloomed, just like today. But underneath the tree, in the spot you liked to sit, was you. A side profile and very vague but definitely you.
He'd seen you. He was here when I was. Suddenly your heart is fluttering and you feel a tear slip from your eye. The picture he'd drawn of you was beautiful.
"Do I really look like that?" You say out loud and stare down at it. And then suddenly, a low voice is speaking behind you.
"You look like that to me."
Spinning around, startled, your gaze is met with a pair of dark, beautiful, intense eyes. His hair is dark, and longish, curling around his ears. He has a beautiful birthmark on the left side of his cheek and you can't help but want to reach out and caress it. He's beautiful.
Swallowing, you can't even think of what to say. "Hello." you manage and then feel your cheeks flush. He smiles back at you and walks up to you, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Hello." he says back and your breath seems to stick in your throat.
"My name is Yeosang." He says, trying to catch your eyes, since you'd looked away, wary of staring at him too long. You didn't want him to read your thoughts. "Hi, Yeosang, my name is Y/n." You manage and he smiles.
Cupping your face, you look back up at him. "There's one more picture." He says and you stare at him a moment longer before you look down again, flipping the page.
The sketch is the tree, blooming with you underneath, but in addition there is another figure. He's standing in front of you, reaching out his hand.
"I'm not very good with words, Y/n, but....can we get to know one another more, together under the cherry blossoms?" he says softly and you smile, elated, as you nod and laugh.
Now, every year, the two of you return to the cherry tree, to see the blossoms and to celebrate the fate that brought you together.
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rat-nest · 3 years
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Me 4 years ago: hmm yeah I dont really like dogs, but my partner wants a dog so I'll research them
Me now: what if I get up at 5 am and take up endurance running for my dogs
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shhhlikeme · 4 years
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Okk! So I have a request. Can I get Kyotani (if you write fir him) tanaka and kageyama with a girlfriend that always wears baggy clothes cuz in middle school she would get called a slut just cuz of her figure (this used to happen to me alot), and it's there first time seeing her in a bikini/her underwear. Then there just like😳😳 cuz damn. And then thay ask her y she never wears fitting things if she has a nice figure and she tells them and you can decide the rest. NSFW or fluff. ILYSM😘😘😘
Kentarō Kyōtani Seeing His Usually ‘Nun-Dressing🙏’ S/O Show Some SKINTTTTTT 👙 For The First Time!
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(More or less fluffville)
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A/N: Ilyyyyt and I love your requests so much!!! 💋 But I’m sorry you were bullied babe. All bodies are beautiful, and one’s body has nothing to do with sexual prowess. Disgusting that anyone been said that. Anyone who knows me knows that nothing gets me more tight than bullying.
Your bullies were just BIG jealous, aight?
Also I only did Kyoutani’s because I am trying to get to all requests!
Let’s do the damn thing:
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You told your boyfriend you’d meet him at the beach
So he was waiting there patiently like a good puppy boyfriend
He’s so cute he had already set up two towels for you guys, already set up an umbrella and a cooler of beer for him and fruity coolers for you
He was laying back putting all his weight on his wrists, periodically searching the direction of the parking lot because he knew you’d arrive here anytime now
He shifted from looking there and staring into the beautiful ocean
When he turned in that same direction again, he had to do a double-take:
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He felt his stomach turn in a bad way because he immediately felt wrong for checking out another girl that wasn’t his girlfriend
But he couldn’t seem to look away
She was really far in the distance, the size of an ant so he couldn’t make out the face, but she had the same hair colour as yours
She wore a simple strapless bikini that appeared to be holding itself up on her breasts by sheer luck only
Kyoutani licked his lips as she approached him, trying his very best to keep looking for you instead and not the hentai-in-real-life sequence before him, but he just couldn’t
As she got closer, he admired her hips that looked so perfect it made his head spin
Or was it the sun that was making him dizzy? He thought
Shut up, Kyotani 🙄
When the total babe waved at Mad Dog from afar, he snapped out of his gaze and quickly looked toward the ocean.
Even if the hottie was going to come onto him, he loved his girlfriend more than life itself and he would never betray her
After a moment, He looked over once—so quickly that he almost gave himself whiplash to check the approaching bikini babes location.
He quickly looked back at the crashing waves.
She was almost here, Fuck!
When Kyoutani could hear the sand under the girls feet he didn’t move his trained eyes from the waves as he spoke,
“Not interested. I’m taken.” He stated rather rudely.
“Uh... good to know?” You answered slowly as you placed your beach bag down on the sand next to him.
Immediately recognizing his girlfriends voice, Kyoutani snapped his head up to look at you.
omg
WHAT THE HELL—
He couldn’t believe it
He kept looking from your face to your boobs, back to your face to your stomach, back to your face, to your killer legs and then back to your boobs
His eyes stayed on your boobs
....They stayed for a while
Lmao
Exasperated at your boyfriends odd behaviour, you crossed your arms in front of your chest
This made your breasts protrude even more and Mad Dog’s eyes widened
“Kyou, did you think I was someone else?!” You lifted your sunglasses on top of your head then re-crossed your arms.
your boyfriend just stared at your cleavage still
“Wait—you thought I was someone else and........And you were going to reject me!!!!!” You smiled happily and jumped up and down before jumping on your boyfriends as he sat on the beach towel. You pushed him over on impact so you ended up attacking his body.
“You’re the most loyal boyfriend ever Kyou....” you kissed him all over his face and Kyoutani only grunted because his mind finally connected the fact that the most beautiful girl he’s ever known also has the most beautiful body he’s ever seen.
also because Kyoutani’s dick went: 🚀
“You....never dress like this, Y/N.” he said sternly, tentatively raising his arms to place his hands on your waist.
You smiled down at him. “Remember what I told you about how I used to be bullied? It scarred me so I never wanted to wear things like this. But....” you looked into your boyfriends heated gaze lovingly. “Kyou, you make me confident again. You make me feel beautiful in my own skin despite what my bullies used to call me. So, I found this is the back of my closet from like, years ago and I—“
Kyoutani interrupted you with a heated kiss, shoving his tongue down your throat like the mad dog he is. The kiss made you moan because you could feel his want and love through it. You loved how his aggressive side came out randomly, but that he was such a pudding when it came to you.
For your boyfriend, he was best demonstrating physically how happy it made him to hear you say he is the reason behind your confidence. He couldn’t believe a girl like you gave an odd ball like him a chance.
“Y/N, you saying that really makes me happy. If you want to change back into the regular clothes that you usually wear that will be fine with me too. I love you for you and I hope you didn’t feel pressured to wear this because of how beautiful I find you. I....I mean don’t get me wrong I’d love for you to dress like this more often, but that’s just—“
“Done.”
Your mean-looking man looked surprised. “What? What’s done?”
Still feeling confident as ever, you lifted your upper half off of your boyfriend to straddle his waist while he stayed lying down:
You sat right on his semi boner and placed your palms flat on his bare chest as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
He gave you a pleading look because he needed you to get off of him right now before he sported a full boner....but for some strange reason when he looked at you he saw a glint or indication that you knew that already.
You laughed at how genuinely lost your boyfriend was.
“I’m going to dress like this more often. I feel good. Especially after seeing how you react and feeling how you react.... I kind of love it.”
Kyoutani frowned. “How do I reac—“
To show him what you meant, you casually slid back a bit on his torso so that the head of his dick print rested at your opening. You sliding back like that made Kyoutani’s eyes roll back in his head as he bit his lip.
“Y/N.”
Your precious bf honestly looked pissed.
And you liked it.
“Ya?” You ask fake innocently. You lean forward a bit so that you lifted off his dick fully, then sat back down on it so he could feel the slightest bit of penetration through your thin bikini bottom.
To anyone else on the beach, no one was the wiser that you were seducing your mad dog.
When you did that again Kyoutani growled deeply within his chest as his eyes grew dark.
Before he could speak you smiled at him. “Now babe, do you want to come with me?”
“Where? Why?” He was bigggg confused. 😒
“Why? I want to show you how much I appreciate you for making me confident. Where? To the more private part of the beach that I found the last time I was here. Way down there, you know, by the caves that could block people from seeing us—“
Your boyfriend stood up quickly and began packing your beach stuff like it was a race.
“Let’s go.” He stated, fixing his shorts to hide his massive boner.
“Lead the way, beautiful.”
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anthonyjlockwood · 3 years
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running fingers through hair + Alex/Luke/Willie 💜
thank you for the prompt, anon!! 💜
here it is on ao3!!
Luke is having a terrible, terrible day.
He doesn’t really know why it’s been so bad, either. But it started off with yet another fight with his parents at breakfast, and then he’d forgotten his song book at the house and had to go back for it, which led to another argument about why he was “wasting away his Saturday playing with that band of his.”
On his bike ride over to the studio, it started to rain, and the cutoff tank he was wearing was decidedly not waterproof, so halfway through the quarter-mile ride, he was drenched.
He just wants to forget about his parents, and the rain, and play music with his friends.
But even that idea is soured when he walks into the studio. Willie’s there alone; it doesn’t look like Alex, Bobby or Reggie have arrived yet.
Luke stops in the doorway once he sees Willie, suddenly feeling very hot despite the cold rain that’s making his shoulders shake.
He doesn’t like to use the word “jealous”, ever. He also doesn’t like to use the word “avoiding”. But over the past few weeks-- months, really, if Luke’s honest about it-- he’s gotten this really strange feeling in his stomach when he’s around Willie.  And when it’s Willie and Alex together, that’s almost worse.
He’s not sure if it’s the whole “third wheel” concept that bothers him; he doesn’t think so, because Reggie and Bobby have been together for months, too, and it’s never bothered Luke to be around them.
But being around Willie and Alex together is… strange.  It almost feels like Luke’s missing something, or missing out on something. Like when he forgets his favorite hot dog topping combo and only realizes once he starts eating that while the food is still good, it's not right.
Luke shakes off any awkwardness along with the last drops of rain, and throws Willie a smile that he hopes looks effortless.
“Hey.”
Willie looks up at his voice and smiles back immediately. He’s one of those people who just can’t not smile, and his happiness is like an airborne case of the measles. Luke catches it like a frisbee and can’t help throwing it back.
Something inside him relaxes a little, despite the lingering stress of the fight and the tension of the cold. His muscles ease with a shiver. “Where is everyone?”
“Alex and Reggie are inside with Ray, helping him set up the new T.V. he bought. Bobby’s not here yet… He said he’s gonna be late,” he lowers his voice to a whisper. “I think he and Reggie had a fight or something.”
“Yeah, there’s a lot of that going around,” Luke sighs.
Willie gives him an understanding smile. “Emily again?”
When Luke doesn’t respond, he tries again. “Why don’t you come sit?”
This, at least, Luke can do; he doesn’t want to talk about his terrible day and the terrible things he and his mom said to each other. But he finds that he does want to sit next to Willie, and let his friend’s positive, easygoing nature cover him up like an umbrella, shielding him from the negative thoughts running through his head.
He walks over to the couch, kicks off his shoes, and collapses on it dramatically.
Willie doesn’t indulge his theatrics, though. He just shuffles closer to Luke on the couch and says, “Y’know, I snuck out to come here. Caleb didn’t want me leaving the house.”
Willie’s uncle Caleb-- his legal guardian-- was a buzzkill on a good day. On worse days, he’d try to hold Willie hostage in his room… Luke didn’t know if it was a control thing, or what, but if Willie had to sneak out for this, he knows it must not have been a good day.
“Caleb’s been acting really weird lately,” he goes on.
If there’s one thing Luke can say about Willie, it’s that he has a knack for filling silences. He knows when other people around him are feeling uncomfortable, or if they just don’t want to talk at all, and he fills in the silence effortlessly.
Luke’s no introvert, really, but on his bad days when his mind is in the neutral gear and no matter how hard he hits the gas, he doesn’t go anywhere… sometimes he likes it when Willie takes over the driver’s seat.
“What’d he do?”
“He just… he’s so… controlling,” Willie says at length. “Needs to know where I am all the time, who I’m with. He asked me if I’m dating anyone new.”
Willie turns his head away to roll his eyes, but Luke notices. He’s heard about Caleb’s problems with Willie’s dating life-- all the questions, second-guessing Willie’s choices…
“And then, this morning, he asked me if I’ve ever thought about getting a haircut!” Willie complains. “Like, what the hell is that?! Could you even picture me with shorter hair?!”
The image of Willie with short hair has Luke laughing before he can stop himself. He claps his hand over his mouth-- Willie’s complaining about Caleb; the last thing he needs is to think Luke’s laughing at him-- but Willie sees anyway, and groans.
“This is not funny!”
Luke snickers. “Sorry, Rapunzel.”
Before he can realize what he’s doing, he leans forward.
Willie stiffens at his approach, but he doesn’t shy away as Luke gently brushes a hand through his hair.  It feels soft and smooth under his fingertips, like a blanket. He relaxes under Luke’s touch and closes his eyes, going still as a statue.
Holy shit, Luke thinks. I’m petting my best friend’s boyfriend’s hair. What the--
He yanks his hand back, and the movement causes Willie to startle slightly. He looks up at Luke with wide, worried eyes. “What happened?! Is there a bug on me?!”
“N--no,” Luke chokes out. “It’s just… sorry. It’s just your hair.”
He lets out a low, awkward laugh and just prays for the moment to end, for the embarrassment to just see itself out like the unwanted party guest that it was.
But then Willie joins in on the laughter, and the sound fills up the room-- and Luke’s heart-- with a comfortable warmth that overshadows any regret that might’ve been there before. When their laughter finally fades out into silence, Luke misses it immediately.  He isn’t sure why he’s feeling this way; usually, losing his mind over how cute Willie was is Alex’s jam. And it’s not like Luke hasn’t appreciated Willie for all that he is-- he’s just looked from a distance. Up until now, he’s been like one of those peacocks at the zoo, something that’s okay to admire from afar but impossible to touch, impossible to get close to.
“Willie--”
Alex chooses that moment to come back into the room, grimace on his face as he quietly shuts the door behind him.
“So… it doesn’t look like we’re having band practice today.”
“What? Why?!” Luke needs music like he needs air; especially right now, when all he wants is a distraction from these thoughts about Willie. Off-limits, his-best-friend’s-partner Willie, whose soft hair and easy grin are still taking up way too much space in his mind.
Playing music’s supposed to fix that, just like it has fixed every other thing that’s gone wrong in Luke’s life recently. Losing himself in his songs is the only surefire way that he knows to not think about his problems for a while. Running the band practice, making sure that Bobby’s guitar is tuned to perfection and that Reggie knows when to come in during the chorus… it’s those organizational things that distract him the best. Because even though everything’s going to shit inside his head, on the outside everything looks perfect. It sounds perfect. It’s all as it should be.
“Reggie and Bobby are still fighting because Bobby swatted at a bee on the way to the studio, and Reggie just stopped immediately to yell at him for it because ‘bees are essential to nature,’ and ‘they’re his friends,’ and he was offended. Bobby texted me all this.
“So now Reggie’s refusing to come to practice-- or go anywhere else with Bobby-- ‘til he ‘apologizes to the bees’.” Alex snorts. “So we won’t be seeing them for a while.”
He finally crosses the studio to the couch and settles himself down on Willie’s other side, dropping his bag to the floor. “So what have you guys been up to?”
“Not-- not much,” Luke stutters. “We were just--”
“Luke was just saying how gorgeous my hair is, how much he wants to run his fingers through it. He said it’s like the finest silk from China, the most glorious, flowing--”
“Shut up,” Luke chokes out a laugh. “Alex, we weren’t--”
Alex doesn’t seem too bothered, though. He grins at Luke easily and says, “Willie's hair really is something, isn’t it?”
Luke feels his cheeks turn cranberry red. “It-- it’s alright.”
“Alright?!” Willie asks incredulously. “I believe you compared it to Rapunzel. It’s Disney Princess-worthy!”
Alex lets out a poorly-concealed snort and shoves Willie playfully, knocking him into Luke like a domino. He shoots Luke a grin over his boyfriend’s shoulder.
“He’s modest, too!”
“Luke said he’s gonna be our Prince Charming!” Willie says with glee.
“Luke, why didn’t you tell me you liked Willie’s hair so much?” Alex teases.
“Hey, it’s only fair,” Willie protests, with an impish smirk that sends shock waves through Luke’s small intestine.  “If I have to listen to you wax poetic about Luke’s arms all day, you should be able to handle-- appreciate, even-- that Luke thinks my hair is sexy.” He flips his hair, for dramatic effect, and winks at Luke. “‘Cause it is, you know. He’s absolutely right, and he can say it!”
“You’re relentless,” Luke grumbles. His face feels like a campfire.
“Willie!” Alex’s eyes widen, his own blush sprouting on his cheeks now, like Fourth of July fireworks. “You weren’t supposed to--”
“It’s fine, Hot Dog,” Willie chuckles. “I think Luke feels the same way about you. Right, Luke?”
“Wait, what?!” Luke splutters. “I--”
Luke stops himself, because he was about to deny that, and… he’s not fully confident in his answer, anyway.
He and Alex tried something, years ago, way back before Alex even met Willie… but Luke had been scared back then.  He was still scared now-- the prospect of crossing that line from friendship to more, when so much was at stake… their friendship, the band. Luke’s sense of security.
He can’t still like Alex. He shouldn’t like Willie.
And liking both of them?
Alex and Willie are still staring at him, still waiting for the answer that would make or break the entire afternoon. And Luke opens his mouth to say no, to try to salvage whatever he has left of Alex’s friendship, of his own self-respect… but apparently his brain and his heart and his mouth are not all on the same page, because the word that leaves his lips is, “Yes.”
He braces himself for the impact; for Alex’s eyes to widen in realization. For him to try to backtrack, say that Willie hadn’t meant what he said.  For Willie to use whatever paranormal charisma skills he seemed to possess to try to get them all back on track-- to make some sort of joke or change the subject.
He even prepares himself for one of them to tell him to leave. He wouldn’t blame them, honestly.
But none of that happens. What happens is that Alex steps forward slowly, shakily, and looks at Luke with a strange expression-- fear, confidence, and desire all morphed into one.
Luke’s never seen Alex look like that before, but the sight of it sets his heart pounding in his rib cage again.
“Can I… can I try something?”
Luke nods, so Alex steels himself and grabs Luke by the wrist, pulling him in and smashing their lips together.
The kiss is warm, and fast, and Luke’s heart is beating out of his chest but the sleeves of Alex’s hoodie are soft against his bare arms. He pulls Alex closer, needing more of the unexpected comfort, and Alex obliges, swinging one hand around Luke’s head to hold it in place against his.
Eventually, Luke does need to pull back and catch his breath. When he does he finds Alex’s gaze on him intently; and behind him, Willie is watching carefully, too, braced for Luke’s reaction.
He just… he kissed his best friend. In front of his boyfriend! And neither of them look particularly bothered about it…
How the hell did Luke’s day turn into this? How did he get to this point, panting in the garage studio, sweat prickling against the back of his neck, Alex looking at him like that, fresh out of a kiss, and Willie… looking like he wants to join in?
“Shit, Alex,” Willie teases, letting out a trembling breath. “I don’t think you’ve ever kissed me like that.” His eyes settle on Luke. “Can it be my turn now?”
The kiss with Willie’s a lot different. It’s warm and soft and comforting like Alex’s was, but there’s an edge to it. Luke feels like a teenager again, almost; like he’s doing something he shouldn’t be… but that just makes him enjoy it all the more.
Kissing Willie is like speeding down a highway on a motorcycle-- he can feel the rush of the wind in his ears, the room spinning around him, but he feels grounded to the seat all the same.
It’s exhilaration; it’s jumping out of an airplane with no parachute, and the rush of it only makes Luke want more.
Luke still doesn’t know how his day had turned from bad to how it is now; full of possibilities, full of nerve wracking love and things Luke didn’t even realize he was craving.
When Willie pulls him back in for another kiss, Luke decides he doesn’t even care. He’s just happy to be along for the ride.
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one-shot-plus-size · 3 years
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True Love - Chapter 3
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Something I published on my Wattpad account a few years ago, and now I've reworked and am publishing here.
Imagine :
She - a 23 year old girl who loves freedom and a man who will never be hers.
He - a 47 year old actor with a life that is not quite in order.
What happens when he realizes he has the diamond under his nose that he's been looking for all his life.
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Pov Olivia
- Why did you take such a strange leave of absence? - Magda leaned out from behind the monitor.
- What do you mean? - I furrowed my eyebrows.
- Thursday is your last day at work, why not from Monday? - She was tapping her pen on the desk.
- Because on Friday I have a flight from Cracow to Chicago at 12:05, where I have to wait until 19:35 to fly to San Diego. There I am at 9:47 p.m., then back to my hotel and in the morning at Comic-Con.
- Well, that's logical - she smiled and returned to her seat.
- Yup - I nodded my head.
Friday 11:00 am
I sat quietly in the waiting room, pulled out my phone and turned on Whatsapp and a new message to Jeffrey. ( Jeffrey Dean Morgan).
💬 To Jeff : I am at the airport flying out in an hour, around 10:30 in the evening I should be at the hotel.
I scraped out a message to him and before I could put my phone in my pocket a reply came.
📲 From Jeff : Bubba is not expecting anything, he walks like a nailed dog even I feel a little sorry for him.
💬To Jeff : Just not a word, he wants him to have a surprise, calm him down a bit. I know you can!
📲 From Jeff : As always! I love you horrible woman ! 💙
💬To Jeff : I love you too old man
📲 From Jeff : Pff🤬
I laughed under my breath, put my phone in my pocket and headed to check-in after just a few minutes. Just to sit on the plane at 12. I had some time to sleep, put my headphones in my ears and drifted off. Nice lady stewardess woke me up before landing in Chicago. There I bought American phone card and went for a decent meal.
Pov Jeffrey
I looked over at Norman who was standing on the terrace smoking a cigarette. His thoughts kept running to Olivia, I could see it in his eyes. He was sad or maybe angry that she didn't want to see him. Sometimes it was hard to judge him, he rarely showed his true emotions. But his eyes betrayed him, and very often. I walked out to him and leaned my back against the railing.
- Dude don't worry so much - I looked at him.
- I'm not worried - he muttered under his breath and shrugged his shoulders.
- I can just see how you are not worried - I smiled widely.
- I don't understand why he doesn't want to come. We meet every year, every year we spend three weeks together, and this year she is somehow different.
- Maybe she fell in love and her partner doesn't approve - I lit a cigarette.
- I want her to fall in love, I want her to be happy, but I don't want a partner who forbids us to see each other. Who is this guy?
- Norman - I groaned - maybe he is jealous of you, look at yourself.
- I'm nothing special - he put out his cigarette - I'm going to bed.
I wanted to tell him that she would soon be in the same hotel as us but I promised to keep it to myself. At 10:30 I got a message.
📲Of Oli: I'm at the hotel, room 313.
💬 To Ola : I'm in 5 minutes.
He put the phone in his pocket and I put on my leather jacket.
- Bubba I'm leaving, I'll be back in a while - I shouted towards Norman's bedroom.
But no one answered me, Norman was probably either taking a shower or already asleep. I sighed and went to room 313. I knocked twice on the door and heard muffled footsteps and after a few seconds the door opened. Standing in it was Olivia, her blue hair flowing loosely over her shoulders. She was wearing a loose hoodie and tight jeans.
- Hey - she smiled tiredly.
- Hey baby - I took a step and hugged her tightly.
She cuddled into my body and a tired sigh came out of her mouth. I kissed her head and rubbed her back with my hands.
- Tired ? - I moved away slightly.
- A little - she breathed - Would you like something to drink?
- Maybe a quick drink? - I smiled widely.
- Fine - she nodded and moved towards the bar.
- Honey, you look good - I took off my jacket and threw it on the back of the sofa.
- What do you mean? - She opened the bottle of whisky.
- You just look good even though you still wear those baggy sweatshirts - I watched her movements.
- They're just comfortable and I don't have to bother choosing accessories. And I really don't feel like it lately - she sat down next to me with two glasses.
- Did something happen? - I took the glass from her and furrowed my eyebrows.
- Well, my ex turned out to be a dick and that's all - she shrugged her shoulders.
She leaned her elbows on her knees and drank the liquid from the glass in one gulp. I looked at the profile of her face, she didn't even wrinkle her eyebrows.
- Are you back to drinking? - I leaned towards her.
- Can we not talk about this now? I'm here for the first day and you're already doing my fucking interrogation - she looked at me.
- But promise me we'll come back to this conversation?
- I promise if you don't say anything to Norman - she stared into my eyes.
- I won't say a fucking word to him - I smiled slightly.
- Then we'll go back to this conversation - she nodded - how is he?
- He sulks like a teenager - I laughed.
- He hasn't replied to any of my messages, he's probably angry with me.
- I bet that when he sees you tomorrow all his anger will be gone - I kissed her on the temple - you know how he is when something doesn't go his way. And he really missed you and he's sorry.
Olivia took a breath and sank deeper into the couch.
- Hey - I poked her - don't pout yet you know that if you make puppy dog eyes he is able to forgive everything.
- I hope so - she smiled uncertainly.
- You know that if you make puppy dog eyes, he will be able to forgive everything - she smiled uncertainly - After all, he loves you - I poked her - and he can't stay mad at you for too long.
Olivia looked at me and I saw a blush on her cheeks. She set her glass down on the coffee table and snuggled into my side.
- I missed you, old man -  she whispered.
- I missed you too girl - I put my arm around her.
Her head was resting under my chin, Olivia may not look like a woman we were used to. She wasn't skinny, she wasn't tall but her character made up for all her flaws. A person stops noticing her larger body stature after getting to know her. But she had one flaw, she was morbidly shy and that is why many people abandoned her. I got close to her only last year and only then I realized how big heart she has. And I want to keep her close because it's really worth it. I glanced at her, her eyes were closed and her breathing was steady. As she fell asleep, I gently pushed her away from me. I set the glass down and took her hands in mine wedding style. I headed to the bedroom, planted her on the bed holding her with my hands. I took off her sweatshirt, socks and pants, laid her on the bed and covered her with blankets.
- Sleep dear - I kissed her forehead and left her room.
I closed the door behind me and went to my room.
Pov Olivia
When I awoke to the sound of the alarm clock. I wiped my face with my hands and looked around the room. I was lying in bed in the bedroom of my rented apartment. I hit the phone and the alarm finally went off. I groaned wiping my face with my palms, I must have been drowsy last night. I threw my legs off the bed and pulled hard. I picked my phone up off the ground and opened a new message from Jeff.
📲 From Jeff : Remember that at 3 in the afternoon is our show, remember not to be late lazy !
I locked my device and shook my head. This man was impossible but that's what I loved him for. For the fact that he could listen, that he had more experience in life and could share it. He was different than Norman but after all, no two people are alike. Grabbed my phone and opened a new message to Jeff.
💬To Jeff : I hope your old bones didn't suffer when you carried me to bed.💙 Thank you, I'm not late, I'm never late.
I put my phone down on the bedside table, grabbed my clothes and headed to the shower. I had to prepare myself properly to greet my long lost friend.
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I looked at myself in the mirror. I was always careful about what I wore, I had to mask my excess weight somehow. I combed my hair and dried it into a bun.
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Just a quick breakfast and I was ready to go. I took an Uber and after just a few minutes I found myself in front of the San Diego Convention Center. Thanks to Jeffrey's kindness I had VIP ticket so I could enter everywhere. Therefore, I went to the hall out of turn, hung around my neck badge with name and level of availability. The first thing that caught my eye was the amount of people dressed up. Cosplay was ubiquitous here, I slipped my glasses over my hair and admired their creators. People were really imaginative and I stopped at one or three stalls to buy some interesting things. Eventually I got to the place where The Walking Dead actors were, I kept my distance so none of them would recognize me. No one knew I was here, except Jeffrey of course. I watched Norman interact with the fans, his face lit up with a smile from ear to ear. He was snapping pictures with them, signing T-shirts and many other things. I smiled to myself, I loved how open he was with his fans. I took a breather and wandered around the neighborhood and at 2:30 I was already sitting in my seat in the hall where the conference was to be held.
📲Of Jeff : are you ?
💬Do Jeff : Third row, fourth seat from the left. From the middle aisle.
📲From Jeff : Divine, he wants to see Bubba's face.
I smiled under my breath, at exactly three o'clock the host started her show. She was smiling all the time under her breath, my hands started sweating strangely, I rubbed them on my pants. The first to enter was the director, then Andrew Lincoln, Jeffrey Dean Morgan and finally Norman Reedus, followed of course by the rest of the crew. I had the impression that Jeffrey immediately sought me out with his eyes. He smiled broadly and nodded slightly. I smiled back and also nodded slightly. Jeffrey looked up at me every now and then smiling. Halfway through the performance Jeffrey poked Lincoln and whispered something in his ear. Andrew lifted his head and looked around the front rows and a wide grin appeared on his lips from ear to ear. Lincoln slaps Norman hard on the shoulder, the man crouches down and mutters something under his breath. Andrew leans into his ear and whispers something. And his body tense up, he slides his hat down over his face and shifts his gaze around the audience. His eyes stopped on me, smiling broadly. Eventually, he smiled too.
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Andrew watched his friend's reaction, smiling slightly. Norman pulled out his phone, and moments later mine vibrated in his pocket.
📲Of Norm : I'm gonna strangle you 🎈
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desc.: You worked at the hot dog stand. He worked at the Cosmic Arcade. What else is there to say? [2k words - f!reader]
a/n: this song goes so hard. it’s one of those songs that just feels like summer!! [navigation]
Summer break meant new opportunities, new experiences, and apparently for you, it meant hot dogs, too. You’d considered applying for a job at your local supermarket or fast food restaurant, but you heard about the three-free-rides-a-week discount at the nearby space-themed amusement park, so of course you were gonna apply for the job that paid significantly less (but gave you so, so much more). You never had much energy left in you to go on the rides after your shift, but just having the discount was enough.
You’d nearly worked in the Play Area 51 before it dawned on you just how much little kids tend to vomit, especially directly into the ballpit, so you instead decided to work at one of the many hot dog stands- one that was frequented by less-vomiting-more-screaming children, middle-aged women complaining about how they “asked for extra ketchup,” and surprisingly, really cute boys. Especially the cute boy that worked in the Cosmic Arcade. 
He looked exactly like someone who’d spend his time playing laser tag or driving bumper cars, but didn’t at all seem put down by having to operate them, instead. You couldn’t remember a time you’d seen him without a smile on his face. You also couldn’t remember a single day he hadn’t bought a hot dog on his break since the day you started working at the stand. 
You’d never really talked beyond taking his order and him insisting that you “put more ketchup on the hot dog please, I’m going for a world record,” and you insisting that “we don’t have enough ketchup to satiate your strange desire to consume an ungodly amount of an already-unholy condiment,” and to be honest, you were tired of simping from afar. But alas, you were but a simple hot dog merchant, and he worked ten minutes away at the distant Cosmic Arcade. 
However, it was him that eventually spoke first to you nearly three weeks after getting hired: “You know, the most expensive hot dog ever sold was one hundred and sixty nine US dollars.”
You stopped as you were about to give him his food. “Is this you telling me that you wanna try to break another world record?”
“Perhaps. What are you sellin’ for?” He smirked, crossing his arms on the counter and leaning in closer. You put your hands on your hips and looked around. 
“I mean, the most expensive thing I can give you is, like, five bucks in US dollars, so you might be in the wrong place to break your record, buddy.” 
“I thought this was supposed to be the best hot dog stand in the world.”
Your brows raised. “Who said that?” 
“Me.”
“Yeah, but why?” 
“Well, it’s got some pretty good hot dogs, but it’s also got this smokin’ hot chick working there, so it’s really at the top of my list.” 
You flushed, and he winked at you. You couldn’t help but smile. “Well, if it’s really so good, you should probably get a hot dog. There’s a line.” 
He turned to the line behind him and spun back around even faster. “Oh fuck. Can I get a hot dog please?” 
“Of course,” You laughed, taking his money after he dug in his pockets for it. “How much ketchup?” 
“Too much. Just pile that shit on there!”
“I’ll see what I can do.” You actually giggled as you said it. You couldn’t stop your heart from pounding in your chest as you fixed his hot dog. He was really cute, and really funny, and also acted a little stupid, which you admired in a man. You could do without all the ketchup, though.
You handed him his hot dog with a smile, genuine only for him. “Have a nice day!” 
“My day’s already perfect for getting to talk to you!” He beamed, speeding off before you could respond. He ran to one of his far-away friends waiting in line at the funnel cake stand and started bouncing up and down as he talked. You hoped he was talking about you.
When he came back the next day, you asked: “Don’t you ever get tired of hot dogs? You come here every day.”
“I’m not just here for the hot dogs, honey. Speaking of which, can I have a hot dog?” He rested his elbows on the counter and put his cheeks in his hands as he smiled at you. He’d already set his money on the space in front of him. 
As you were making his hot dog, he asked you: “What time do you get off of work?” 
“I’m getting off at eight today. Why?” You lathered his hot dog with as much ketchup you could give him without getting in trouble. 
“Can you meet me at that rollercoaster after you’re done?” He pointed to probably the largest and most terrifying ride in the entire park in the distance, and for a moment, you couldn’t respond. You’d never even thought to try it out, but now, you had to reconsider.
“I mean...I can’t guarantee I won’t vomit all over you when the ride’s over, but sure.” You handed him his hot dog, and he gave you the biggest smile you’d seen from him yet. Just the sight of it made your stomach leap and blossom into a thousand little butterflies. Or maybe that was just the burrito you had for breakfast. Either way, you already knew that you would die for this boy.
“Hell yeah! We can be vomit buddies!” He stuck his hand out for a high-five, and you accepted it with a laugh.
“That’s definitely not the cutest term to use, but okay!” He gave a quick goodbye and ran off again. 
The thought of meeting him sped through your mind until you were finally off work, and you made sure to grab your three-free-rides coupon along with your things before making your way to the rollercoaster. The sight of it was daunting, but your need to see that boy again overcame your dread.
When you got there, he was already waiting for you by the ticket booth, and waved to you as your eyes met. You hurried to his side.
“Hey! I was really hoping you’d come!” His hand came to rest on your arm, but you didn’t feel the need to move it in the slightest. 
“You thought I wouldn’t?” He took your coupon and gave it to the woman in the booth.
“Kinda. It’s not every day I get to go on rides with pretty girls!” You flushed again and laughed. He turned to the woman in the booth. “Do you think you can get us to the front of the line, Mina?” 
“You ask that every time you come here. The answer’s still no, dingus.” 
“Dang. Always worth a try.” She gave you your tickets and handed you back your coupon, which you were sure you would lose on the rollercoaster, but you tucked it into your backpocket anyhow. He led you over to the line. 
“I thought you’ve never been on this ride before?” You asked. He stuffed his hands in his pockets.
“Oh, no, I come here all the time with the boys.”
“Are they busy right now or something?” You asked, your self-doubt slowly gnawing at the butterflies in your stomach. 
“Huh? No, I just wanted to go on it with you! Silly goose.” He bumped his hip softly into yours, and you smiled at the ground. He chatted with you for the few minutes it took to get to the front of the line, and you felt your stomach drop as you were ushered into the spot next to him on the rollercoaster. He seemed to sense your doubt and slipped his hand into yours after the heavy restraint was secured over your torsos. It only helped to calm your nerves until the ride started moving.
You took a deep breath. You had your cute boy next to you, how bad could it be?
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You pulled your head up from vomiting in the trash can. “I am never doing that again.” 
“But it was fun, right?!” He beamed, holding your hair as your head dipped again. You finished spilling your guts before he handed you a napkin to wipe your mouth. “Come on, I’ll buy you something to get that taste out of your mouth.”
He bought you a soda, and for a moment you walked with him pondering if you were supposed to say goodnight, but he put his hand on the small of your back and asked, “How about one more ride?” 
“I’m not going on another rollercoaster ever again, dude.”
“Nah, I was talking about the ferris wheel!” He pointed to it where it loomed behind the sunset in the distance, and you felt your heart speed up in your chest. “It’s a really nice night. I think you could use something to calm you down, yeah?” 
You smiled and nodded up at him. Your body was begging to go home and go to bed, but that could wait.
You finished your drink and got in line, trying not to scream like your heart wanted to when you slid into the cart seat next to him instead of the one across. He didn’t seem to mind the closeness, though, as he draped his arm over your shoulders. It occurred to you then that you’d only talked to him for two days. Oh well.
For a moment, you both fell silent as you began to ascend, staring out the window to the orange and pink-stained sky and letting yourself melt in his presence. He turned his head to look at you, and when you turned to him, you realized just how close your face was to his, but neither of you moved to distance yourselves. 
After a long moment, he said, “I really wanna kiss you.” 
You swallowed. “I mean. We’ve only known each other for like, two days, but...I really wanna kiss you too.” 
“I’m gonna kiss you,” He whispered, his other hand moving to rest on your leg. 
“You’re gonna kiss me…” And then he did, which you didn’t know why you were so surprised, but you felt your entire body sigh under his touch. It felt like happiness, and sunshine, and your first time breathing. It was like you’d been pining after him for centuries and finally got your first taste. With the way he gripped your side to pull you closer, you could feel that same desperation.
When he finally pulled away, you both took a long moment to breathe and bask in the light of it all before he said: “You wanna know something crazy?”
“Is this another fact about hot dogs?” You smiled, arms moving to wrap around his middle.
“Nah. I just realized that I don’t know your name.”
You blinked. You didn’t know his name, either.
“I mean...what’s your name, then?” You asked after the fact. 
“Kami. What about you, sweetcheeks?” 
“Y/n is fine,” You laughed, and he smiled with flushed cheeks. “Will you still come see me at work tomorrow?” 
“You know it! I better get your number first, though…” Kami pulled out his phone and you punched your number in as he did the same on yours. By the time he handed your phone back to you, the ride had already circled back to the bottom. He talked and laughed with you as he walked you back to the parking lot, his hand laced in your own, and kissed you again before saying goodnight. 
Summer break was a funny little time. For you, it meant hot dogs, yes, but it also meant meeting cute boys, and selling said cute boys hot dogs before falling in love with them. And maybe there was some sort of deeper meaning to the enigma that is the hot dog. Whatever it was, it was giving you some hella good luck with three free rides a week and a new boyfriend, so you’d stick around for now. 
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OC Interview — Delilah Hill
Picrew 1 & 3 , Picrew 2
“Call me Lilah,” she grins, barking a friendly laugh, “everyone does.”
Are you single
Are you single
“Nope! ‘Fraid Az kinda locked this down as soon as humanly possible.” At her own words she pauses, tilting her head in thought. “Demon-ly? As fast as demon-ly possible. And then Sol just kinda...wormed his way in. Barely even noticed things had changed until they had. Feels kinda like he’s always been there, now.”
She laughs happily. “It wouldn’t feel right without them, anymore.”
Are you happy
“Right now?” She perks up, “Yeah, I suppose so! It’s Beel’s turn to cook tonight, and you know he’s actually really good at it when he doesn’t just demolish the whole thing before it gets to the table.”
Are you angry
“Why don’t you ask Lou that question,” There’s a glint in her eyes that seems distinctly mischievous, “he’ll probably say yes every time. It seems like he’s the only reason I’m ever angry anymore.”
Despite her words, she laughs good-naturedly as if remembering something fondly.
Are your parents still married
Her demeanor up until now has been rather joyful, but at this she stills and stiffens as though her spine has been replaced with a curtain rod. For a while she just stares numbly into the distance, jaw ticking now and again as if something is stuck in her teeth.
“Probably...” She hums, tone carefully neutral as she speaks slowly. “They were pretty particular about family sticking together. Can’t imagine that’s changed.”
NINE FACTS
Birth Place
“I think they were living around Detroit when they had me? I can’t recall if the hospital was actually in the city, though.”
Hair Color
She reaches up and twirls some of it around an idle finger. It’s usually a curly cloud around her head, just around her chin, but right now she’s elected to wear it in braids that are half twisted up in a fashionable knot that rests on her shoulder. “Brown. I know it can kinda look black in certain lights, but it isn’t quite that dark.”
Eye Color
“Also brown!” She winks, “aren’t they pretty?”
Birthday
“New Years Eve, so it’s nice cuz everyone’s already partying.” She grins winningly before adding, “Not to mention I always get birthday kisses!”
Mood
“Now or in general? I like to think I’m pretty chill unless given a reason not to be! And sometimes even when I do have a reason not to be!”
She stretches, leaning back in her seat until her back pops, “Did Lou tell you that when they initially brought me to the Devildom I was still half-drunk from a night of partying and the biggest worry I had at the time was where and when I could go back to sleep?”
Gender
She puffs out her cheeks and blows air out through an O in her lips. “Geez, who knows? I tend to let people call me what they want because I’ve never been picky, myself. I do go by she/they’s, though! Just for future reference.”
She waves a hand as an afterthought, “Using them interchangeably is ideal.”
Summer or winter
“Summer! I hate cold!” She tilts her head, thinking a little harder, “Ah, but I love warm clothes! And drinks! Oh, and Christmas! Okay, maybe winter. But, wait—“
Morning or afternoon
“I used to like mornings, but now suddenly I’m in school again.” She smiles sarcastically in what must be Lucifer’s direction. “Not that I wasn’t taking courses back in the human world, but at least the schedule was my choice!”
EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE?
Are you in love
She flutters her lashes like one is apparently supposed to do when one is in love, lips pulled into an amused smile. “What’s not to love?”
Do you believe in love at first sight
“No,” She laughs as if she can’t even imagine such a thing, “but a lot of things can be confused with love, yeah? So it’s easy to be mistaken. The real thing needs to simmer a bit, I think.”
Who ended your last relationship
“ I was about as good at that as I was at starting them. It’s kind of funny that I’m seeing two people now, this is the first time I’ve done something like that.”
Have you ever broken someone’s heart
“Well, some hearts need to be broken!” She shrugs nonchalantly. “Some people think they’re entitled to a lot more than they really are. Reality bites. Hopefully it taught them a lesson.”
Are you afraid of commitments
She seems to take a moment to digest the question. Her fingers tap a rhythm out atop her thigh and she hums along with a little tune. Then, abruptly she stops, straightening up and smiling a little sadly. “After growing up with paranoid parents, it was kinda hard to know who to trust. They taught me that no one was worth it.” Her eyes go far away, again, like she’s looking into the past.
“I liked being on my own. Or I...thought I did? Then I met the brothers and learned about them a little more. I don’t think I could go back, Y’know? Commitment in any form is scary because it leaves you vulnerable, but I’m realizing that sometimes that can be a good thing.”
Have you hugged someone within the last week
“Of course! Asmo tries to convince me he’d die if he went a single day without one. Mamo gets pouty, too, but he’d never admit it. I can’t just not hug Bee, because I’m not a monster.”
She counts out her fingers a few times and then gives a bashful smile, “Okay, so Y’know I think all the brothers get at least one a week, even if Lev and Mamo try to convince me they don’t want ‘em. Sol is usually the one hugging me, though, so I don’t have to do all the work.”
Have you ever had a secret admirer
“Maybe? No one’s ever come forward. Hence the secret.”
Have you ever broken your own heart
“Now, isn’t that a loaded question?” She hums, giving no sign that she’s going to answer it.
SIX CHOICES
Love or Lust
“Both have their uses,” mirth colors her tone. It would seem her opinion has changed rather recently. “You’ll have to excuse me. When I was a kid ‘love’ was just a word used to control people. I haven’t had a reason to reevaluate until now...”
Lemonade or iced tea
“I like ‘em both as long as they’re really sweet—and that really depends on who makes ‘em.” She sighs, looking a little forlorn, “It’s been so long...not many places down here serve human food. Sometimes Lou brings back something nice for us all, though.”
Cats or Dogs
“CATS!” She answers so quickly and emphatically she nearly falls out of her chair, and when she straightens back up she has to bury her face in her hands and lean forward onto her knees. “I miss my caaaat, dude!”
She shoots back upright, eyes blazing and a little ready. “When I went back after my first year here, almost no time had passed in the human world, so I know Sweet and Sour Sauce doesn’t miss me too much. I’m still trying to get Lou to let me bring her down here with me, though.”
A few best friends or many regular friends
“A few best, for sure! I’ve made better friends in the Devildom than I ever have before.”
Wild night out or romantic night in
She taps a finger against her jaw in thought. “Asmo knows all the fun places to go, so when Solomon’s busy we usually do that. When it’s just me and Sol we usually stay in—and when it’s all three of us, too.” Eventually she gives up, shaking her head, “I’m just happy to be involved!”
Day or night
“I’ve learned to appreciate the night in a place where there’s only darkness” She smiles wryly. “Some things are worth the trade offs.”
FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS
Been caught sneaking out
She lifts a single finger in front of a cheeky smile. “I was never really the sneaky type, so you can imagine how often I got chewed out.”
Fallen down/up the stairs
A significant pout forms, “Why do you need to know that?” She sputters, cheeks turning a suspicious red. Sometimes no answer is answer enough.
Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt
“Plenty.” Is all she seems willing to say. She studies the nails of her right hand a little too closely to be entirely nonchalant.
Wanted to disappear
“Geez, aren’t we getting heavy?!” She forces another one of her smiles, but it doesn’t manage to be quite as carefree as the others.
“Who hasn’t at least once, am I right? The first few weeks of the exchange program especially were really tough. I hadn’t made any friends, I was in this strange new place, and I lived with a bunch of dudes who ranged from indifferent to openly disdainful. It felt like the whole year was going to be hell—no pun intended.”
FOUR PREFERENCES
Smile or eyes
“Smile! They make eyes prettier, anyway, and I like knowing I’ve made someone happy.”
Shorter or Taller
“Usually I prefer shorter,” She shrugs, a little nonchalant bounce of her slim shoulders, “but I’m pretty average height so it doesn’t happen as often as I’d like.”
Intelligence or Attraction
“Attraction. If I’m into someone first, smarts only enhance that—but if I don’t like you, being sharp isn’t going to change that. I can respect someone who’s knowledgeable, though, don’t get me wrong.”
Hook-up or Relationship
She lightens up considerably at this, “Relationships! I don’t think I could ever go back to just hooking up now that I’ve got these two goofballs.”
FAMILY
Do you and your family get along
“I get along with the brothers just fine,” She puts emphasis on her words in a way that suggest there’s no other discussion to be had—even if that wasn’t exactly what the question was referring to, it is obvious who she considers to be family these days.
Would you say you have a “messed up life”
She chuckles a little bit. “Maybe? I mean I was living mostly on my own, estranged from my only family, and then I got dragged to hell, so...”
Have you ever ran away from home
“No, I never quite mustered up the courage to go that far.” She says wistfully, “Just waited until I was old enough to move out.”
Have you ever gotten kicked out
“Does being told if I move away from home I shouldn’t bother ever coming back count?” There’s a bitter edge to the smile she gives, but she shakes it off soon enough.
“Oh, well,” She hums, “I’ve been doing fine, anyway. Their loss.”
FRIENDS
Do you secretly hate one of your friends
“Not currently, but sometimes when you’re a kid you hang around certain people just because they’re the only option, Y’know?”
Do you consider all of your friends good friends
She tilts her head to the side, pondering, “There are definitely a couple I’d like to know better—Dia and Barb being two. I also don’t get to see Sim as often as I’d like.”
Who is your best friend
She giggles musically, and almost cheeky undertone to it. “I’d say Az and Sol, but I suppose you mean excluding my boyfriends.”
She kicks her feet idly as she sits, bobbing her head to a song seemingly only she can hear. “Tanner’s—sorry, that’s Satan—he’s really easy to have a long conversation with. We can go back and forth for hours and we’ll barely notice time pass until we finally come up for air and it’s, like, already dinner time.”
Who knows everything about you
“That one would have to go to my boyfriends. Ha!” Her cheeks take on a pinkish tint as she gives a chipper grin. “I doubt there’s anything left I haven’t told them about me. Anything I haven’t heard about them is mostly because they’ve lived a lot longer than I have, so there’s more material to sift through.”
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lady-divine-writes · 4 years
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Last Request
When a tall, dark, mysterious man shows up at the funeral of sweet little old Beatrice Davies, speculation abounds about the elderly woman’s possible paramour. (1422 words; Warning for one slightly, mildly suggestive mention)
“Kimberly? Darling?”
“Yes?” The grieving woman sniffs. She blots cry-puffy eyes with a handkerchief, then turns towards the voice. When she sees the woman coming up behind her, her eyes light up for the first time all day. “Oh, Lydia!”
“Kimberly! I am so so sorry for your loss!”
“Thank you.” Kimberly takes her friend’s hand in hers and gives it a squeeze. “And thank you so much for coming out here on such a dreadful day. I know you have your hands full, what with your grandchildren visiting.”
Lydia smiles. “I wouldn’t miss it. Your aunt Beatrice was such a lovely woman. So kind and caring …”
“And lonely.” Kimberly sighs, wiping a warm tear from her cold cheek. “No husband. No children. Such a shame. She had so much love to give, too.”
“Well, she may not have had kids of her own, but she had us lot.” Lydia bumps Kimberly’s shoulder playfully with hers. “Always dropping in unannounced, raiding her pie cupboards and tearing through her garden.”
“Probably why she didn’t have children after all.” Kimberly chuckles but sadly. “I bet we soured her on the idea.”
“Kimber! Lydie!”
The women glance up as a third friend rushes over, stepping into their circle and grasping their arms.
“Bianca! Oh, darling!” Kimberly greets her with a kiss on the cheek. “It’s been a dog’s age! Thank you so much for coming!”
“Absolutely! I loved your aunt Beatrice! Admired her a great deal.”
“That’s so kind of you to say. She would have loved to hear it.”
Bianca sighs, a specter of guilt clouding her grey-green eyes. “I wish I had told her when she was alive.”
“I know what you mean.” Kimberly looks at their joined arms, then over at her aunt’s casket waiting for the mourners to leave so it can be lowered into the ground. “There are so many things I waited too long to say. And now, I won’t ever get the …” She stops, her eyes unfocused as she stares into the distance, through the fine mist falling on the lush green grass, past the grey head stones, around the mourners huddled in groups, paying their respects. Lydia and Bianca watch their friend patiently, waiting for her to finish her sentiment, but when the pause goes on too long, they begin to get concerned.
“Kimber?” Bianca says. “Dearest? Are you alright?”
Kimberly’s eyes narrow, peering hard, peculiar thoughts jumbling about her head. A beat longer and she shakes herself, returning back to the conversation.
“Yes,” she says, oddly winded, breathless in a beguiled sort of way. “I’m fine. I … who is that?”
Lydia and Bianca’s heads pop up, turning in the direction Kimberly had been staring. They see the man right away. Amid a sea of black suits and dresses, bowed heads and umbrellas, it’s not hard to tell whom she’s referring to. Both women are privately surprised they hadn’t noticed him before – tall and slim in stature; wearing an expensive suit and shoes being sacrificed to the rain; a black Panama hat shielding his somber face; fire red hair; and sunglasses too stylish for such an occasion, their obsidian lenses hiding his eyes so completely nothing can be seen of their color. He stands beyond the ring of family and friends, lovingly caressing a long-stemmed white rose, the petals so pure in color it glows in his gloved hands.
“Do you recognize him?” Bianca asks, suddenly conscious of her slumped shoulders. She pulls them back, rectifying her posture.
“Not a hair,” Kimberly replies, briefly considering pulling her compact out of her purse and adding a hint of color to her cheeks. “I’ve never seen that man before in my life!”
“Are you certain?” Lydia adjusts her pillbox hat, lifts the veil covering her face.
“Was he a friend of Bea’s?”
“If he knew my aunt, she didn’t mention him. And I definitely didn’t invite him.”
“He’s quite the dish, isn’t he?”
“Bianca!”
“Well, he is!”
Kimberly stares at her friend, blue eyes scolding, but the grin she’s fighting manages to break through. “All right! He is!”
“Shh! Don’t look now, girls! He’s coming this way!”
But they don’t avert their eyes. They can’t stop staring. He has a commanding presence; walks with a strange, sinewy gait; pulls the attention of everyone near and far. The party falls silent, parting as the man walks through. He has an unusual effect on them. The men suck in their stomachs. The women lengthen their necks. But he doesn’t seem to notice them, walking straight to the mahogany casket bathed in flowers without stopping to address anyone or offer his condolences.
He stops at the casket, breathes in poignantly. He reaches out and rests a hand on the wood. He remains quiet for a long time, head bowed as if in prayer. Then his chest shudders.
“Oh, Beatrice,” he whispers in a broken voice. “My beloved Bea. May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. May the road rise up to meet you, and Heaven open its gates to embrace you. I know they will but … they don’t deserve you.”
Slowly, he brings the rose to his lips. He kisses the bud gently, his lips lingering on it, making a few of the more enchanted mourners swallow hard, then lays it atop the other flowers on the casket. He tarries a moment longer, undeterred by scrutinizing eyes, then straightens, turns, and walks away.
The family watches as he leaves the way he came, without a word to anyone, and with that same exaggerated hip sway, heading to where a vintage car waits, parked beside a distant curb. Regardless of the curiosity eating up their insides, not a soul dares follow him to inquire after his identity. Whoever he is, there’s an air of danger around him, one that demands they keep their distance.
And they do.
Speculating is more fun anyhow.
With any luck, he came to the service and signed the guest book. Once they have his name, the sleuthing can begin.
It seems that they may not have known sweet, conservative Beatrice Davies as well as they previously thought. Could their eighty-nine-year-old relation possibly have taken a younger lover later in life? If so, is there any evidence of him? They’ll have to comb through everything – pictures and letters and journals back at Beatrice’s house to try and find it.
If nothing else, discussing it will be a great diversion from their sadness for the remainder of the afternoon.
***
Crowley opens the driver’s door to his car and slides into the front seat. He takes off his hat and, with a flick of his wrist, miracles it away. Sitting in the seat behind him, a little old lady in a smart black frock beams, gazing at him the same way Icarus once looked at the sun.
“That was beautiful,” she gushes.
“I’m glad you liked it. You deserve it.” He finds her reflection in his rearview and gives her a wink.
“Thank you so much, Mr. Crowley. You are a lovely demon, helping out an old lady like this.”
“My pleasure, Beatrice.”
“Yes. And your eulogy was quite the touch.” Sitting in the passenger seat, Aziraphale rolls his eyes, but he can’t help the soft smile lifting his lips. Crowley acting the part of the mysterious mourner, possibly even a secret paramour, may have been a bit tacky for Aziraphale’s tastes, but no harm done. If anything, the scandal of it all will keep Beatrice’s name on her family’s lips for years to come.
Besides, it made her so happy to finally have this one moment in the spotlight.
“And you, Mr. Fell …” Beatrice puts a hand on the angel’s shoulder, gives it a delicate squeeze “… thank you for letting me hide out in your bookshop. It really is a wonderful place.”
“You’re very welcome.” He places his hand over hers and pats it fondly. Of all the ghosts that wander in and out of his bookshop, Beatrice has been one of the nicest, the most polite. He doesn’t get too many requests from his spiritual visitors. They’re mostly content to haunt passively, maintain some small connection to the living. But Beatrice’s request to see her family gathered together one last time, he couldn’t resist.
Unbeknownst to him, she went to Crowley with the rest.
And he’d been more than happy to oblige.
“But we need to get along now, my dears. Let’s get Miss Beatrice back upstairs where she belongs.”
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erunapendleton · 4 years
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seven comfort movies
I was tagged by @alliecatcorner to share my 7 comfort movies!
1. Catnapped! (1995)
I first saw the trailer for this movie in the VHS for Sailor Moon R: Promise of the Rose when I was maybe 6? The main theme’s song was repetitive and bright colors of cats turning into balloons and a strange Godzilla-sized dog intrigued the hell out of me, but alas the movie evaded me for years. Until while browsing an FYE as a sixth grader (?) and I found the movie on DVD! 
The movie meant a lot to me as a child as I found it sweet and exciting, but it meant even more to me during the time when my dog had passed away. 
The movie tells the story of knuckle-headed, but good hearted Toriyasu, his excitable sister Meeko and their lost dog Papadoll. After Papadoll goes missing, the two are summoned to the world of Banipal Witt, a land of anthropomorphic cats and their ruler Buburina who is using Papadoll to terrorize its inhabitants. Toriyasu with the help of some rebels, must save Papadoll and return home all within a day lest he and sister also become Buburina’s monsters!
It’s movie that few know, but I try my best to get people to watch a hidden gem like Catnapped!. 
2. The Whisper of the Heart (1995)
TWotH is by far my favorite Ghibli movie. It’s the only feature by Yoshifumi Kondo who unfortunately passed away after completing this movie. I find his direction while still slow paced, meaningfully so and effective. I would have loved to see other Ghibli features with his touch, but alas it will never be.
TWotH stars Shizuku, a bookworm and fledgling writer who slowly falls for her classmate and aspiring violinist Seiji. Their relationship is rocky at first, both finding the other annoying, but both bond over their shared passion toward their chosen art. Both promise the other to throw themselves into their work and meet again when they’ve finished a goal. And it’s just an overall heartwarming tale of two young people impassioned by a love much greater than them.
I watched this while I was writing Crimson and Clover and living at home going to uni and my boyfriend dormed away from me working toward his degree, so I relate a lot to Shizuku’s circumstances too. ☺️
3. Kiki’s Delivery Service (1989)
This is a movie that gets better once you revisit it. At first glance Kiki is a young witch looking for her place in the world and that’s all the movie is about. But her figuring out what kind of witch she wants to be and staying in love with flying and delivering is something all young artists, passionates and anyone who has a hobby can relate too. This thing that I love - is it worth my time? Am I making a fool out of myself? Should I give up? Are all questions I ask myself all the time.
Miyazaki has a way of telling fantastical tales like Kiki’s Delivery Service about a witch and her love for flying that perfectly symbolize the relationship between an artist and their art. It’s comforting because we’ve all been there and ultimately, your art is not a waste of time.
4. Animal Crossing: The Movie (2006)
So, it’s no secret that Animal Crossing has been a huge part of my life ever since I played Population Growing (2001). This movie has many magical parts and relatable parts. It’s about a girl named Ai who moves to an animal village and learns to live on her own among her new mysterious and friendly villagers. She grows close particularly to her neighbor Sally (Margie, in the games) and learns about her desire to become a famous fashion designer. 
Playing the games is not necessary for enjoyment. You will mostly feel happy, if not a little bittersweet after. Also listening to the live version of K.K. Bossa is enough to give it a watch!  
5. Ratatouille (2007)
This is the best Pixar movie. Period.
Ratatouille is sort of a meme because of the premise of a rat controlling a lanky man in the kitchen is really funny, but this movie is so much more than it’s funky little premise. With the through line, “Anyone can cook,” the movie tells the audience that you can do anything you are passionate about, not necessarily just cooking, by telling the tale of the most unlikely chef that could ever be. A rat who wants to be a chef, aka food service’s number one enemy? But still Remy is determined by his love for food to bring that same fervor to others and refuses to give up or be bound to the odds given to him by his species. 
Another thing I love is how he says, “I hate taking. I want to make things.” He recognizes the negative stereotype his people have and wants to prove to the humans he has something to offer, all rats are capable are more than just stealing. It’s a gorgeous message for everyone that you are more than your circumstances or what people tell you are. You can be anything. Anyone can cook. 
6. Hercules (1997)
There’s a lot to love about Hercules between the absolutely creative new art style used for the characters, the clever pop culture references like the air-hercs, or even just the humor. What I love the most is the characterization of Hercules. 
It’s best encapsulated in the scene when Hercules sings “I Can Go the Distance,” which explains his feeling of ostracization from those around him and the lines of “I dream of a far off place where people cheer when they see my face and voice keeps saying, ‘This is where I’m meant to be,’” always gets me. I really admired how Hercules just goes off to learn who he is and then throws himself so strongly into becoming a hero all so that he can finally feel like he belongs... He didn’t wallow - he changed his circumstances. It’s empowering to see.  I won’t drone on too much longer lol stan Meg
7. The Little Mermaid (1989)
I often get really irritated when people zone in on Ariel’s infatuation with Eric and decide that is the ONLY reason she wanted life on land. It’s like they ignore her cove of thingamabobs or her overbearing father who never taught her or sisters anything about the surface. Eric was just another reason for her to break away and be free. Ariel’s bravery, wit and passion is admirable and it’s so wrong to diminish any of those traits just because she was in love. 
One of my favorite scenes is when her father, who finally realizes Ariel is serious about life on land and her love for Eric, not only gives her legs, but the most beautiful, sparkling purple gown. It couldn’t be anymore different than how Ursula discarded by leaving her naked while her father wrapped her nicely and lovingly and finally ready for life above. I just find that very touching.
Ok that went on for far too long lol time for some tags
@duechainz @rengokukyoujurou @yoshis @king-gappy @phantom-riter @nezukoh @jojo-sama
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desroundtree · 4 years
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Come On Get Happy
Living through a pandemic in the middle of the summer is a very strange feeling. Summer in NYC is like nothing else, and you can feel the itch of NYers just wanting to feel one day where things are just things. 
I was never really a summer person, it's something I share in common with my grandfather. We both hated the heat and when I was a kid, we would always walk on the shaded side of the street. I have grown to like it more as I have gotten older, especially if I can find quick relief from the heat in the form of polar ice cap level air conditioning and fans. You can pretty much describe me as a polar bear that wants a tan.
I am watching life go on all around me and all I want to do is all the things I have never ever craved to do - like go to the beach, ride the Cyclone (ouch), eat at a restaurant without paranoia creating anxiety about everyone and everything. I want to not feel like everything is muted around the edges, or the opposite - glaringly loud and apparent. It has been very hard for me to wrap my head around life and people, just moving on. I think it has to be their way of coping with the things that have happened, the loss, the sadness. But they don't seem sad, then I realize - I don't seem sad sometimes, either.
I try to narrow down some of the reasons why I feel this way - maybe it is the stress of having stayed in NYC during the worst of it, and knowing we could easily be back where we were in March and April. Each day we still have an insane amount of NYers diagnosed, though they are not dying - COVID is spreading very easily through this city and it seems as if the precautions we are expected to take are just such an inconvenience to some. Doing it in the summer is even more of a perceived inconvenience. The heat and humidity don't make it easy to wear a mask but sometimes life is not easy. In March and all throughout the Spring, life was not easy. So it's time to get over this notion of anything, especially life, being easy. This also feels like wear and tear on your mental health, with the constant fear of possibly catching the virus and then spreading front and center in the minds of those that care.
I was talking with my best friend and everything is so vague it's impossible to feel as though you are doing everything you can to keep yourself, and in turn, your family, safe. You start to think about things you never had to before, distance, staying away, time between occupants in a room, what happens if you hear someone sneeze. The concept is maddening to some, and I understand that too. A part of us will always want to engage, to interact, to have friends and lives - at least some of us. We strive to get happy and stay that way. It's sort of ingrained in our culture. Happiness is something we all want to have, measured in different degrees, with millions of different opinions on what any of it really means. We are so busy trying to be what society expects that it's often forgotten that everyone is pretty much ok just the way they are. And if that means someone isn't happy all the time, then that should be ok too.
I think about what would make me happy right now - a lot. What would make you feel content? What would make you feel semi-normal, even in the most abnormally emotional time?
And the answers are always different - sometimes days are more serious than others. A soft serve ice cream cone would do my soul wonders, a walk in the sand with the water running on my feet, a night out with friends, or traveling to see friends who are two hours away yet lately it feels like light years. Seeing my nieces and nephews, or meeting my sister for drinks. I had reservations for dinner on March 14th that I cancelled earlier that week, I wish I could have that dinner and that none of anything that followed that night happened to me, or this City. I wish that often because that would make me happy. I wish my child felt safe to return to school and to take mass transit or to leave the house. I wish I could run through the sprinkler at the park or pet dogs that pass me when I am sitting on my stoop. I wish hard and I wish often.
But these are the good things that existed before March 13th, and I know and understand there is no way to go back to what we once were and there is no reason too. This has changed us so much that we understand the plans laid before us, and how that very plan isn't good enough but it was/is the only one they have. We now understand how that plan was created to fail us, and a new plan is on the rise. Sometimes we feel as if our communities are faced with no choice again and no real options for help from those that need us to stimulate and grow this virus stricken economy. With no childcare and many people returning to work in the vaguest of circumstances, schools are reopening in another environment that is less than healthy, impossible to control and flat out irresponsible.
At this point,it often feels as though the effort to get happy outweighs the amount of work it takes. There are too many things happening, too many circumstances that feel unaddressed, too much unrest, too much of everything for just about anything to feel as if there is reason to be happy. It's a hard road for me lately, and there is no shame in admitting that. I asked for help when I felt I needed it and will always accept any help that is given. I have learned that it is not weak or shameful to accept help, love, or admiration. Hard lesson to learn but the pandemic forced me to count on my husband to be in the outside world. Being immunocompromised was and is very hard in this climate but I have gotten better with it, trying to make sure I get outside a little bit everyday, even if it is to walk in a circle of this neighborhood or sit on my front steps.
You'd be surprised what hard concrete under your ass can do for your meditation practice.
I guess I want to say, the rush to happiness shouldn't be that. It takes time for some of us to reach what others deem as happy, but we have to understand that it is a very personal journey. What others think is for you is fine, but your happiness belongs to you and you have to feel like it is yours for the taking. Even if that happiness isn't always grand or at full capacity, you know what you are, and that should and will always be enough.  
Someone else's happy may not be what happiness looks like to you. It's perception, and we all need to have our own perceptions about what happiness means, is, and what it should be in the future. 
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The troupe gains a member - A WillNemi Fic
London looked marvelous today.
If she wasn’t forced to be on her way to a certain place, hours wouldn’t be enough to fully admire the beauty of the slowly developing city, currently basking in the first, warm rays of dawn. Sunlight dusts over the grey and brown buildings like snow, gradually showing their outlines, and shines from the stained windows in the most abandoned areas.
Rain is no more, at least for the time being, unlike in her realm, which is also far more pleasant than having to walk around everywhere with her heaviest coat and a scarf. How annoying, even after all these years she cannot help but nearly freeze when rain or storms occur.
Sighing upon that wandering thought, the blue Shinigami bolts towards the already set up circus square, jumping down from a roof to seem a little less suspicious to the gloomy, still drowsy English.
Drat, this skirt was far from comfortable to be running in, if only times allowed for her to be wearing her usual one in public…
“Mornin’ to ya madam! How may I be of service?”
A loud, resonant voice reaches her ears, as an orange haired male towers over her, smiling in a friendly, harmless manner. Just now, she realizes she has been standing there for quite a while, not noticing him observing her since she came as well.
“Oh, pardon my mindless staring good sir, but... May I ask you something?”
Her chartreuse eyes pierce right through him, as the man widely known as Joker walks with her for a small while. Humans are indeed very interesting, they are careful around strangers, however are fooled by the commonly known façade of good looks and sweet words. Their ways of speaking also varies with each ones’ personality, but that is pretty obvious.
“Is there a problem, luv? Whatcha doin’ around here, with such heavy baggage?”
The fellow asks, to which she purposely looks away with a distressed frown, rubbing her arm a little. Clad in a teal blue shirt and dark grey skirt up to her ankles, she looks no different from some regular woman in the current era, with the exception of her unusually colored irises.
“I have found myself in a bloody bad space for years now, and have heard that you are looking for new circus members. Would it be much of a drag if I-”
“But of course! We been lackin’ ladies in the crew recently, so yer a perfect fill up for our troupe! Come, come, I shall introduce ye to the others!”
He is affable, unsuspecting just as she expected him to be. This is good, she thinks to herself, holding her head down as she walks by the man’s side all the way towards one of the big, greenish-brown tents.
“What’s yer name lass? Ye can choose one that will be yer stage name, and we shall call ye this way.”
“I’m not keen on being called by my real name, so just please call me ‘Nemi’”
Joker grins widely, patting her back in an assuring gesture.
“Of course! Yer secrets stay private in this place! Quick question before ye accommodate yerself here though.”
His eyes turn over to her as they suddenly cease the slow marching, Haruda stopping and immediately looking up at him. She sees a glint of mischief in his gaze, which makes her tilt her head to the side questioningly, morning breeze threading through her hair.
“What are ye good at? Certainly ye have a special talent that would be beneficial for tha circus.”
“Oh my, I simply don’t know where to start, mister…”
“Joker, the name’s Joker.”
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“Oi! Gather all around! We have a new acrobat in tha troupe!”
At the sound of Joker’s call, the circus members began walking into the white and blue tent, usually in small groups to see what was the show all about. Noemi was swinging downwards from a trapeze on one leg, curiously eyeing the poor, unfortunate souls that happened to end up here. What a shame she couldn’t bring herself to somehow feel bad for them, the mystery behind the disappearances of children were far more important though.
Swinging from one trapeze to another, she easily made a few flips in the air, earning herself a satisfying applause. Landing beside the purple eyed man with the last leap, she bowed politely to the cheering audience, them soon being shushed by Joker.
“Everyone meet Nemi! She will be one of our newest, and probably most skilled freshman acrobats. Peter, Wendy, better step up yer game if ye want to remain the main attraction.”
The male laughed, as the bluenette eyed everyone with a calm smile. Where was he, for Rhea’s sake? She wasn’t supposed to be here earlier. What she did notice was the Queen’s Guard Dog, and his…
“Demon...”
She whispered to herself, not dropping her stoic mask, feeling an elbow in the arm from Joker.
“What would ye like to say to yer new mates? No need to be shy!”
Haruda looked around, and after a while of thought, she finally spoke up, as she should’ve done before, instead of the sketchy whisper.
“I will be most happy to be working with you all! It’s a pleasure to be here.”
She smiled widely, earning an applause once again, as well as some silent comments.
Of course, there was one thing about her appearance that she could never fully hide, which was more than troublesome with her kind of outfit. The scars on her neck and chest were an issue, but people were kind enough not to ask too many questions. She made up a story of how her husband spilled boiling hot coffee on her, and she had no idea how to care for open wounds.
Ah, another wonderful thing about the people from this era. Immense stupidity and misinformation. Any story was good enough to be shoved in their faces with enough drama to that and they were on their knees.
Ha ha, what a silly world we live in.
“Ye sure space out a lot, lass. I wanted ye to meet some other skilled new members of our troupe, since they were much of bloody ignoramuses to come n’ greet ya! Black! Smile! Show yer new colleague around! And where’s Suit?!”
The male rambled, as the two approached her eventually. Not the first time she saw a demon in her life, however this one seemed to be oddly put for a starving vermin. She was told he had some sort of contract with that spoiled child. How utterly atrocious for him to prey on brats.
However, this was not the time to be revealing her true identity, so keeping a good face to a bad game was her task now. And obviously fulfilling her mission, which was making sure that Spears wasn’t going to screw up his task. This was quite a few souls after all, and with a starving demon lurking around to that he could be in potential danger.
Smiling softly as they finally closed the distance between one another with around six feet, the bluenette scanned them both properly, before the blue eyed child’s demon spoke up, his crimson orbs focusing on her with curiosity.
“Hello dear, you must be the Nemi everyone is talking about now. Welcome to the troupe. I am Black, and this little fellow here is Smile.”
“It’s a pleasure, Black, Smile. I am a tad lost with all the ruckus around here, would you be so kind and show me my place to rest?”
Smoothly, she escaped the kid’s suspicious glare, as the demon nodded and took her luggage. Huh, that was unusual, however if he were to check it, there was nothing really special inside, apart from spare clothing items, her favorite book and some daily care routine things, like a toothbrush or comb.
“Joker assigned you the tenth tent, which means you’ll be there alone. Such a shame I couldn’t be your company; you look dreadfully gloomy to me.”
“I am just fine with that, dear Black. Surely you have wonderful mates in your own one, I believe.”
She jabs back at the demon with a sly smirk, as he nods and sets down her trunk beside a bunk bed.
The tents’ inside is dim when the lamps are out, morning sunlight sneaking inside and somewhat making it more appealing to the eye. It’s a simple setting, with the beds set in the right corner and a few stacked up wooden boxes serving as a nightstand.
Before she notices, they swiftly leave, allowing her to accommodate herself into the new sleeping spot. Taking out an old-fashioned alarm clock, she places it on top of the boxes, setting it for five am with a few cracks of the cogs inside it. Despite the rather rigid, barbarian surroundings, she feels at ease, considering this yet another mission to complete.
This one just requires a little bit more effort and spying, which for her sounded more than just interesting. That was why she agreed after all. Besides, she was in charge of monitoring the Retrieval Division manager, so there wasn’t much of a choice either. Understaffment was truly a thorn in the side these days.
So, Suit. This was his stage name, eh? The blasted moron couldn’t come up with anything better, how typical.
“Tch. Always in a need to be controlled even though he was supposed to be fine on his own. What a waste of a perfectly fine reaper.”
She grumbles to herself, walking around in her ‘human’ attire, slowly catching sight of how the tents were placed, and where everything was. With her skirt swapped for trousers, she stumbles upon a training tent, being invited to stretch and work out a little before next week’s show.
Everything goes just fine before the last evening falls, the dress rehearsal after sunset being one of the last moments where she could focus and somehow catch sight of him. Up until then she was doing quite alright, slipping out of the suspicion range of the demon and the kid, whilst William apparently struggled with remembering what he was over a hundred years ago.
She hides from his sight, not allowing him to discover that he’s being watched.
Days fly as she trains and helps around the circus, each day being so strangely similar to what was once of her, somewhere in her motherland. Hard, physical work, but also some new friends, that sadly were to die in the nearest months. Despite that, she enjoys her stay, while being merely a week in.
Just now, she is in the middle of a pirouette in mid-air, when she hears a familiar voice. With a purposeful fail in her trick, she falls onto the white net, staying in it to avoid an unavoidable encounter with one person she was not supposed to encounter during her stay. Hoping for him to leave as soon as possible, she is quickly disappointed as silence falls in the huge tent.
“Just what are You doing here, Noemi Haruda. Are you not supposed to be sitting behind your desk, instead of fooling around here like some sort of monkey? You are one reaper I would never expect to be doing this type of work.”
Darn it.
She climbs out of the net, piercing the raven haired man with a dagger throwing gaze, shaking her head. This is no good. If the kid and the butler find out about her true identity her whole plan will go to absolute bollocks!
As an ultimate method of defending herself, the blue haired female blurts out a laugh, holding her abdomen before flopping back into the net, mentally kicking herself for choosing the biggest tent for practice.
“Oh four-eyes, your jokes are always spot on, are they not? I don’t believe we have been properly introduced to one another yet. I know no such person as Noemi Haruda. I am Nemi.”
The male frowns deeply, turning around and walks away from the tent.
What the devil is she doing here?
Did she send herself here to monitor his actions? Probably yes, judging from the undercover she is in. Unsurprisingly, the humans consider her to be one of them, which makes up for his poor attempts to blend in.
Hmm, did the demon fall for her trick as well?
Apparently yes, since he’s probably never seen her before. Can’t demons smell Shinigami? That wasn’t for him to wonder about, though.
As soon as the training is considered to be over, the blue haired woman follows after William to the back of the circus, grabbing his wrist. He pulls it away immediately, turning around to face her. It’s obvious her presence makes him far away from pleased, with his arms tightly pressed to his sides and jaw nearly snapping off from the strength he put in gritting his teeth.
Clad in his white trousers and green vest, he nearly spits venom when audibly snorting at her short, black and white striped dress and knee high boots.
Honestly.
“You look like a prostitute.”
“You look like a homo.”
“What makes you think I am not one.”
“I don’t know, maybe because we’ve slept together more than you’d like to admit?”
“Don’t start with that again. Better tell me what in the seven circles of Hell are you doing here.”
She turns her head away from him, grimacing ever so slightly at his immediate coldness. But what could she expect from a dense son of a dog like him. Ugh, is this barf bubbling at the back of her throat just now? Ah no, it’s only hatred. Burning, bitter disgust towards the reaper she not so long ago claimed to be her only reason to live.
How stupid can a woman get for the wrong man?
“It is none of your concern why am I here. We were not supposed to meet during your mission here, yet I have made a mistake with choosing the wrong tent, it seems.”
“How long have you been here?”
He drew through clenched teeth, as the blue haired reaper kicks at the ground a bit, unwilling to reveal more to him than he had already discovered. She is in trouble already for interfering with her mission, however this was an agreed idea among all the members of the headquarters, so in reality he doesn’t have much to say about her here, to be frank.
“It’s been a week since I joined. I have been monitoring your progress because of me and other chairmen deciding it would be a good thing to do. And since I am your superior, I was chosen to be the one having to work undercover as well.”
“This is plain idiocy. I am a grown man, why should I need someone to watch after me, let alone control my actions.”
“Maybe because Sutcliff went on a murder rampage and you saw nothing, you bloody moron!”
The woman snaps, summoning her scythe and directing a blow at him, Spears dodging before the blade hits his head. Growling, he grabs a hold of her death scythe, pulling her closer with a stronger, unexpected tug.
“Keep it down, it’s enough that they know I am a reaper. You don’t want to have a demon on your arse as well.”
“Ha! Since when do you care what will happen to me?”
He looks away, letting go of the double bladed pole, making the woman flop onto the ground with a growl. Pushing up his glasses, Spears scoffs, shaking his head at her repetitive accusations. How long is she going to hold a grudge? Of course, he is still going for a long while, but the fiery Italian seems to still have an itch for simply beating an apology out of him.
“I don’t. However, your injury will be cut out of my pay. I wish to avoid that, as well as overtime.”
“You will get overtime whether you want it or not. I decide about it. Better have a good contact with me, instead of throwing me around like a rag doll.”
Spears’ head cocks to the side in anger, as he approaches her in a rather quick, heavy manner. Despite her usual fearlessness towards his frustration, she flinches in a long-forgotten habit, mentally kicking herself for doing so. He smirks in return, grabbing her by the neck and rising upwards, until she grips his hand and huffs.
“Watch your tongue, missy. I have no concern in causing you harm, but I will if the occasion strikes.”
“I despise you.”
“So do I. Now get out of my sight before it gets bloody.”
With that, she is set down fiercely, the ravenet staring for a while before turning on his heel and making his way towards the tents. Something in her bubbles up, making a few tears prick at her eyes, before she wipes them away, leaping at him with an inhuman strength, knocking the other reaper on the ground with a thud.
As her hands wrap around the man’s throat, she holds him down with her whole body mass, eyes lighting up in a sudden outburst of power. She thanks Rhea that he isn’t that angry yet, but this surely puts her in advantage when it comes to a ‘fight’ with him. It is certainly not a time to be settling matters with Spears, but such disrespectful addressing will not be tolerated.
The evening is chilly, wind sometimes blowing and successfully muting the quieter words that escape from people’s mouths. Stars shine bright above them, slightly covered by the tall oaks and birches, that surround the circus. It almost feels like they are alone, yet the feeling is illusory, since one wrong move and…
“Listen here, agent 1398. I am your superior, and this type of ridicule is repugnant. Consider this to be your final warning, otherwise the rest of the headquarters will get to know about the shit you’ve been doing on the terrain of Dispatch. I’m not your colleague, nor underling.”
Words leave her in a low, venomous hiss, as she delivers a harsh slap across William’s face, making him finally cease his writhing. With his fluorescent gaze focused on her only, he scrunches up his nose, placing his hands on her wrists.
“That will be enough, Noemi. Fighting will cause a scene to occur. Let’s leave it to the day when the mission shall be completed. Pardon my behavior, however I am unwilling to spend another long night in my office because of your approach to my person.”
She sighs helplessly, standing up slowly. Lending him a hand, Noemi dusts her stockings off, locking eyes with him one last time.
“Maybe you will understand my motives one day, but what I know for sure is that you do not despise me. I see it in you, no matter how much you deny it. Do what you want with that. I will not be pushing myself somewhere where I am not wanted.”
And with that, she ports away, leaving Spears in the dreadful silence, sometimes interrupted by circus music and crickets.
Damn it.
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May contain strong language, read on your own responsibility <3 This is part of Noemi's canon story!
I will start posting just the links o any fanfics as soon as I get my Ao3 account activated, so sorry for the inconvenience TwT
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The Nuptial Necessity - Chapter 21
A 12xRose Human AU
Despite an unglamorous job description, Rose loves the work she does with The Thistle Foundation, a charity founded by her best friend’s great-uncle.  It doesn’t hurt that her boss, her friend’s father, is easy on the eyes.  With a great job, wonderful friends and a loving family, life couldn’t be better – except for having someone to share it with.
All of that is threatened, though, when the great-uncle dies – and sets a strange condition for his nephew to inherit, jeopardizing the Foundation and Rose’s future, sparking a chain of events that might just get her everything she dreamed of and more.
Chapters will be posted on Saturdays and Tuesdays.  Many thanks to my beta, @stupidsatsuma
Rated: Explicit, for eventual smut
@doctorroseprompts
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Sunday, cont’d
“It’s absolutely gorgeous here,” Rose murmured as they strolled the gardens.  “So different from the hustle and bustle of London.  The rolling green hills, mountains in the distance.  I thought my parents’ house was out of the way, but this…”
“I’m glad you like it,” he said, with perhaps a touch of smugness.  “I’ve always loved it up here, the wide open spaces, the lack of people…  It’s been a long time.”
“Why?”
Malcolm gave her a wry smile.  “Missy.  I thought…  I was afraid that I’d come up here and just… drown in the memories.  That I’d look around every corner and see the ghost of the past.”
Rose nodded, biting back a sigh.  I should’ve known.  “Well, if there’s anything I can do to help…”  She realized the danger in that only when she finished speaking.  Yeah, sorry, that doesn’t mean a shag.  If we were strangers in a pub and you wanted to fuck me to forget your ex, I’d probably say yes.  But here, now, as us?  Not bloody likely.
“I said I was afraid that would happen.  But, thankfully, it hasn’t.  I don’t see the past, I just see… the future.  My future.”  He turned shining eyes on her, and her heart leapt in hope.
Still, she tried to deflect with a joke.  “Sheepherding?”
“Aye,” he went along with it after a beat, eyes crinkling slightly as he stared at her.  “I’ve always suspected that was my true calling, but never wanted to face facts.  How did you know?”
She laughed, shaking her head.  “You’re kidding, right?”
“Of course,” he grinned, using their entwined elbows to pull her into his side.  “Can you imagine?  Me, whistling at dogs all day?  Walking through muck?  It’s an honest living, but I’m not the man for it.”
“Good to know, because if it was, that should’ve been a conversation before the vows.”
“There’s probably a few conversations we should’ve had before the vows,” Malcolm murmured, and she glanced up to find him staring at the ground.  “But, here we are.”
Rose’s brow furrowed, wondering what he meant.  “Don’t tell me there’s another Mrs. Tucker, this one locked in the attic,” she ventured.
He laughed and looked up, any evidence of his previous pensiveness gone.  “If there is, it’s news to both of us,” he teased.  “No, no, no one else.”
“All right, but let me know if you’ve got your eye on someone to take my place,” she warned, not entirely joking.  “I need proper notice.”
“No need,” he didn’t hesitate, “there’s just you.  Only you.  And that’s not going to change.”
She didn’t know how to reply to that, so they lapsed into silence as they strolled the grounds.  The sun was starting to sink, the visitors slowly making their way to the exit, and she wondered what, in fact, the future did hold for them.
Only time will tell.
I always hated that saying.
-
Jack met them at the door when they returned from their walk, smiling brightly.  “Beautiful, isn’t it?”
“Very,” Rose agreed as they stopped in front of him, subtly untwining her arm from Malcom’s; to her slight surprise, he allowed it, but only to skate his fingers down her forearm to her hand, lacing them together.  It was hardly an unwelcome touch, except now she was blushing for no reason in front of his cousin.  “Do you get much time to admire it?  Take in the sunset?”
“I’m more likely to see the sun rise,” Jack said with a bawdy wink.  “No, seriously, I’m usually up before dawn to get the day started around here, but I see the sunset on occasion.  When Yan has a day off on a clear evening, we’ll go out in the boat and watch from the water.  If you get the chance while you’re here, you should.  It’s tres romantic.”
Malcolm gave a slight groan.  “Well, we might’ve before you admitted to a romp in it,” he complained.  “You’re incorrigible.”
His cousin just shrugged, still grinning.  “But always satisfied.  Can you say the same?”  He scanned Rose, gaze lingering just shy of making her uncomfortable.  “Maybe so.”
“Don’t talk about her like that,” Malcolm said sharply, stiffening next to her.  “She’s still the-”
“Malcolm,” Rose interrupted quietly, squeezing his hand, “don’t.  He’s just joking around.  Right?” she sent Jack a pointed look.
Thankfully, he was as bright as he was pretty, quickly nodding along.  “I just meant that you look happy.”
Still looking as though his feathers were ruffled, Malcolm gave a sharp nod and a sigh.  “Fine.  Were you waiting for us for a reason?”
“Uh, yes,” he jumped tracks relatively smoothly, “I thought you might want to check in with Gwen, introduce her to Ro- Lady Gallifrey, that sort of thing.  She’s got a few minutes right now.”
“Yes, let’s.”
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“Well, another fabulous meal,” Rose grinned as they left the dining room.  “Why doesn’t Ianto- that’s his name, right?- open his own restaurant?”
“He, uh, started as a footman,” Malcolm, replied, distracted, as he tried to decide where to go now.  “Fell into the cooking when the position opened up.  I’m reasonably certain he stayed for Jack- he was always talking about moving on before they got involved.  Hasn’t mentioned it in years, now.”  The last time we had a drink in the library, we ended up in bed.  I don’t want her to think I’m propositioning her, but that’s been our routine since she moved in and I like it.  “Not sure I understand that, staying in a job you’ve outgrown for love.”
“I do,” Rose muttered, and his heart nearly leapt out of his chest.  “Some things are worth staying for,” she added a little louder.  “Why are we standing in the hallway?”
“Wasn’t sure where to go,” he decided to be honest, glancing at her.  “I can give you more of a tour, we can turn in early, have a drink…  Watch a movie?”
Her lips quirked up, and she arched an eyebrow.  “I presume there’s a drink cart in the library, same as at home?”
He nodded, unable to speak, too overcome with joy at her calling the townhouse ‘home’ already.
“Then, shall we?”
-
Deep in the throes of déjà vu, he purposely turned his back on her as they entered, heading right for the cart to fix their drinks.  “Scotch, or something else?  I’ve got a full cart here- you’d think they were expecting the queen.”
“The usual is fine,” she said easily, and he turned to find her browsing the bookshelves.  “Honestly, I don’t understand how you can bear not living here full time.  This place is amazing.”
“Thanks.”  Joining her, he handed over her glass.  “I love it, it’s a good respite from the real world, but… London is my home.  I treasure my time here more when it’s fleeting.”  Taking a sip, he sighed, confiding, “I always thought I’d bring my family up here, like I came as a child.  Obviously that didn’t work out for several reasons, but… the could-have-beens and never-weres haunt me, sometimes.  Makes it hard to enjoy the here-and-now.”
“I know what you mean.”  Rose turned to him, putting a gentle hand on his arm, bright and kind eyes smiling at him.  “But you can’t get lost in it, otherwise you’ll miss what’s happening right in front of you.”
In truth, he knew what was happening right in front of him, and it scared the living daylights out of him.  He knew in his bones if he kissed her she would reciprocate, would even let him have her against this very bookcase.  The idea was equal parts terrifying and intoxicating, and he wrestled with himself.  “I want…”
“Yes?”
He closed his eyes, lowering his forehead to her.  “I want to be happy,” he whispered, as if saying it louder would void the wish.  “I want someone to love me the way I love them, with everything that they are, someone who would just… be there for me, and I could be there for her, and we could just dive into it together.  Partners, in every sense. Soulmates.  But… it has to be even.  They have to be as present and committed as I am, because I’ve done that before, over and over, gave too much of myself and got too little in return.  Am I asking too much?”
“No, you’re not,” Rose replied.  Her voice was soft and warm, and a braver man would say it was full of love.  “You’re not.  And the fact that no one has lived up to that yet doesn’t mean no one will.  Maybe… maybe you’re just looking in the wrong place.”  As close as they were he felt her breath puff against his lips, could hear the shake in it.  “Maybe you just need to open your eyes.”
He did, unable to resist her, to deny her siren song.  Their eyes met, and for the first time, his heart dared to believe that she might actually, possibly, miraculously feel the same.  “Rose-”
“Oh, God,” she suddenly gagged, eyes widening in horror.  “Loo?” She broke away, running out into the hall, and he chased her, directing her into the first bathroom they came across; she slammed the door in his face, and only seconds later, the unmistakable sounds of someone being sick filtered through to him.
“Well, that’s auspicious,” he grumbled to himself, fishing out his mobile; in the 21st century, it was easier to ring the maid that way.  “Rose, you all right?”
Another retch was his answer, and he shook his head.
“Fan-fucking-tastic.”
-
Padding out of the loo still tying the waistband on his sleep pants, Malcolm yawned.  Killing the last light he climbed into bed, gingerly shifting around in a vain attempt to not disturb Rose.
“I’m sorry I was sick,” she mumbled in a small voice, and he glanced over at her back in surprise, having thought she was already out.
“Don’t be.  I’m sorry.  I completely forgot to tell Ianto about the raspberries, didn't even notice them.  Are you sure you’re alright?”
Shuffling came from the other side of the bed, and a moment later, he saw the faint glint of her eye.  “It’s all right, I forget half the time too, it’s so rarely an issue.  But I’m okay, really.”
“Good.”  Not quite satisfied but willing to take her word for it, he stretched out on his side facing her.  “I hate to think this is how you spend your first night in Scotland.”
“I’ll say you got me drunk,” she replied, voice soft and somewhat woozy.  “And the high altitude affected me.”
“It’s not that different,” he laughed softly, reaching out to brush a loose strand of hair from her face.  “Not enough to be noticeable.”
Rose just sighed, snuggling a little closer.  “Thank you for taking care of me.”
His heart melted, and he tentatively laid his arm over her hip, relaxing when she only moved closer still.  “You’re my wife.”  The words, the very idea still felt strange and unreal, even though it had now been ten days.  He wondered, vaguely, if it would ever feel real, and not just a dream.  “I’d do anything for you.”
“Ditto,” she mumbled.  “Par’ners.”  She let out a soft snore, almost out, before saying one last thing- it was hard to hear, and he wasn’t sure, but she was fully asleep before his heart could restart, let alone his brain direct words out of his mouth to ask her to repeat it.
Though he spent the next hour wide awake convincing himself it was a final thank you, the treacherous, greedy bastard living in his chest was bold enough to argue back what he really wanted her to have said.
Love you.
“I love you too,” he breathed.
He fell asleep smiling.
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post-itpenny · 4 years
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Arriving at my muse’s house at three am.
I hope you don’t mind but I wanted to use this as an introduction story of sorts to my characters in the Slasher AU. Also I mentioned it in another post but Magpie and Peregrine go by their human aliases in this AU.
It goes without saying there is a bit of gore.
3am
or alternatively titled-
Cookies
“Cookie?”
The tired policeman at the front desk looked up as a plate of chocolate chip cookies was placed on the desk in front of him.
“Hehe, thanks Miss Blackwood. You know I can’t say no to your baking.”
Meave Blackwood smiled, “I’m so happy you like them Charlie.This one is a favorite recipe of mine.”
Another officer stopped by, snatching a cookie off the plate, “yeah but what’s the recipe. You're my aunt, you're supposed to share these things.”
Meave smirked, nose scrunched as she snatched the cookie out of her niece’s hand. “It’s not my fault you wouldn’t listen when I tried to bake with you as a child. Also you’ve already had four, save some for the rest.”
Juno rolled her eyes but didn’t complain, she was late meeting someone anyways.
Meave smiled as her niece left, pulling out her phone to send a quick text message to someone and moving on with her plate of cookies.
Pembroke Blackwood looked up at the sound of knocking, his sister standing at the doorway of his tiny office. A plate of cookies that also balanced a tea cup and full coffee mug.
“Brother dearest,” Meave chimed, “you should take a break.”
Pembroke sighed, gratefully accepting the coffee Meave offered. “Yeah but this one is a tough nut to crack. Let me toss this scenario out at you huh? Guy walks home taking Pine Street. Guy stops and drops dead of a bullet wound to the throat. No witnesses cause it’s like 3am. All shops down that street so no residents.”
“Hmm,” Meave hums to herself with one finger tapping her lips. She slides into a chair and looks over the files scattered on her brother’s desk. “Well it had to have been someone he knew to stop him at that time of night.”
“Yeah I thought so too, but any suspect has a water-tight alibi.”
“Oh but it must be someone he knew!” Meave insisted, “think about it brother dearest. Knows his work schedule, knows the route he would walk home, knows how quiet that particular spot is. Does he usually walk home with anyone?”
“Yeah his roommate, they do night shift at the same place but the roommate was out of town visiting his sick mum.”
“Oh! Have we called mum since Mother’s Day?”
“The UK one? No I guess we need to. Back on topic Magpie.”
Meave made a face that could only be described as a cross between a smirk and a teasing scowl at the nickname. One from childhood that really everyone in the precinct was familiar with. Magpie Blackwood, whose mind was sharp as a knife but distracted by a thousand different things at any given time.
And just as mischievous.
Pembroke reached out to grab a cookie only for his sister to slap it out of his hand.
“Not that one Peri sweetheart,” Meave ordered, “try one from the otherside of the plate. Juno seemed to enjoy those.”
Pembroke arched an eyebrow in confusion before a cold dread broke out down his spine.
“What did you-“
“Did you know it was Charlie who was stealing my lunch out of the break room fridge?” Meave asked with a cheerful smile.
Pembroke jumped out of his seat, running out the room. “Damnit Meave not again!”
Meanwhile, the laxatives in the cookie Charlie had eaten were starting to take effect.
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It was 2am and there was a man running for his life.
An hour before he was heading to bed when he noticed the figure standing outside in the corner of his backyard, petting his dog.
Two minutes later the power cut and in the darkness of the house he could not find his cell phone to call the police.
Five minutes later and the thing was inside, the man scrambling for the front door and down the dirt road his house resided on. His nearest neighbor was away on vacation. The next closest was a mile away, but in the darkness of a cloudy night he accidentally stumbled off the road and down a random side track.
He slowed to a stop, hopping his eyes would adjust to the darkness.
Behind him a twig snapped, followed by a giggle.
The man took off running again.
The cycle seemed to continue on and on. Until finally he had no energy left. Terror being the only thing keeping him going as he stumbled onto some form of civilization at long last.
It was a small junkyard. One he recognized as being a part of the bottom corner of a neighbor’s property. He had accidentally ran to where he was wanting to go anyway.
In the distance he could spot a small pinprick of light he knew to be the lamppost set up by his neighbor’s workshed. The man sighed with relief, falling to his knees in exhaustion.
“Oh, dear. I’m so sorry sweetheart, did I run you ragged?”
The man flipped around in panic. Behind him stood a small lady with stark-white hair. Her outfit old-fashioned looking, skirts and boots coated in mud. She had a satchel over one shoulder and a kitchen knife in her left hand.
“Wh-who are y-“
“Shush, shush now. You need to catch your breath.” The woman insisted as she pulled something from her satchel. “Here we are, are you hungry?”
It was a bag of cookies, the woman took one to eat herself. The man, eyeing her knife the whole time, timidly accepted one as well.
“Do you like it? The secret is a small dash of crushed cornflakes. Adds an extra crunch to them.”
The man didn’t know what was stranger. The woman or the fact that chocolate-chip cookies with crushed cornflakes tasted so good. He looked at the knife in her hand again, could he wrestle it off her
“Now may I ask your opinion? Man is walking home from work at 3am and is shot at close range in the throat. Who would do that?”
The man looked the strange woman in the eye, edging just a little towards the knife. “Uh… s-sounds like some shit my ex would do.”
The woman hummed, finger tapping her lips. “There is an ex but she was at a friend’s house that night.”
“Bull”, the man responded. Inching just a little closer to the knife. “Friends can cover for you. Ex probably called him a liar for something so she shot him in the throat.”
“And did you lie to your ex?”
The man stopped, “n-no! Did that bitch send you? I’m telling you I-“
“Thank you so much for your help dearest. I truly appreciate it.”
The woman took a step back, snatching up a pole from a nearby junk pile and throwing it like a javelin.
The pole went clean through the man’s stomach, knocking the air out of him as he started to fall forward only to be caught in the arms of the stranger.
“You know, I’ve always wanted to try this. Do you mind?”
With inhuman strength the woman hoisted up the pole till it was standing up like a pike with it’s victim at the top. The man made a strange gurgling sound as he slowly slid down to the ground.
The woman frowned, yanking the pole out of his body and tossing it aside. “I was hoping you would stay up longer but own well.” She sighed as she pulled a gun and silencer out of her satchel.
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Meave arrived at her own home at 3am to find a figure standing in front of her garage.
He wore a dark casual suit, his white hair slicked back and a black medical bag sat on the ground next to him. He was smoking a cigarette as he watched the car pull up on the drive.
Meave grinned as she saw him. “Oh Vespers darling! I was worried when you didn’t answer my text earlier.”
The young man shook his head as he dropped his cigarette and crushed the embers under his foot. “You know, most people like to sleep at this time of night auntie dearest.”
“Ooh I know! I hope you don’t have any early appointments tomorrow.”
“No it's fine, luckily I don’t have to have anyone ready for a funeral until one.”
Meave gave her nephew a hug before turning the pull open the garage door. “Why don’t you sleep in the guest room tonight then. I can make pancakes for breakfast! Oh, and be a dear and get the body from the trunk?”
Meave’s garage had a rather large and strange assortment of tools for a woman who looked like she could not tell the difference between a wrench and a screwdriver. She carefully stretched out a sheet of butcher paper on a workbench for Vespers to lay the body down on.
He switched on a nearby lamp before giving a low whistle. “You sure like to keep me on my toes don’t you aunt Pie huh? May have to just hide this one.”
Vespers looked up to find his aunt was not paying the slightest bit of attention. Meave was busy admiring the blood that had soaked into her silk gloves.
Vespers shook his head, turning to pull on a pair of latex gloves of his own and getting to work. Poking and prodding the body here and there before coming to the man’s face. It took some work but eventually he managed to pry the man’s mouth open and pull out his tongue, giving a cautious sniff.
“Rigor Mortus has already started kicking in, if you have a power outlet nearby I can do some quick electrical stimulation on him to relax the body again… Aunt Magpie?”
Meave was now frowning down at her muddy clothes.
Her nephew sighed, “if you want to go change I can do this part by myself. Also, if you still have that whisky dad left when you had us all over for dinner last week it would be great if you could bring it.”
Meave was quick to leave, coming back ten minutes later wrapped in a pink silk night robe. A cup of tea in one hand, coffee in the other, and a half empty bottle of whisky tucked under her arm.
She watched in fascination as Vespers had already removed the bullet from the man’s neck and shoved a small metal rod through it. He was now taking hold of the man’s ankle, giving a sharp twist. A soft “pop” echoing through the garage.
“You broke his ankle?”
“No, sprained it.” Vespers replied as he took the whisky bottle and poured it’s contents down the dead man’s throat. “I could smell the alcohol left on his tongue. There’s an overpass in town that goes over a construction site, so it should be quiet this time of night.”
“He was drunk and stumbled off the overpass.” Meave speculated.
“Why go through the trouble of hiding a body when you can put it in plain sight?” Vespers offered with a smile. “Could you help sit him up for a moment?”
Meave compiled as Vespers grabbed a cement block from the corner of the garage and placed it down on the table before taking the body from his aunt and slamming it down.
Vespers’ work took another hour, the construction crews would be arriving at the worksite soon so he decided to dump the body for his aunt before coming back to help clean up.
He came back to the garage to find Meave absentmindedly pushing a finger across the bloodstained workbench like a child playing with finger paints. He looked over her shoulder at the small flowers and hearts she had created.
“By the way,” Vespers casually observed, “I know you don’t normally like guns.”
“Hmm? Yes well I was testing out something close range for a case your father was stuck on. Our friend also provided some verbal insight as well.”
“And?”
“And I do believe I want to personally interview the victim’s ex tomorrow.”
“No I mean the pole, and what about the pole.”
“Oh! Yes well,” Meave smiled with a glint in her eye, “I just wanted to see what would happen.”
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Night Moves
My parents sold their house. The house they bought before my sister and I were born, in that weird slip of time I’m told was the late 1970s. They’re moving to Providence, city of my father’s birth, and a place where a modest condo can be bought, for two people facing next and (yes, we all must admit) maybe final chapters. Over the 4th of July holiday, I spent a teary two nights in the house, going wandering in Boston with a friend and then, just as it was time to leave for the train, taking last passes through the small expanse of the place. I cried. I made myself cry? I don’t know if the tears were real or forced or if forced tears aren’t actually real. But I did. Almost wept. My mom pulled the car out of the driveway and there was my dad, good old Dad, walking the dog up the hill, the last time I’d ever see that. I blubbed, discretely, until my mom asked me a question and then it was hard to hide. “It’s just a building,” she said, which is what I’d told myself, what my therapist had told me. It’s just a building. Just a thing that teemed with all the stuff of our lives for 40 years. And now it’s not.
The day before this goodbye, my family and I went to a wedding. My cousin’s kid got married, an assemblage of people I’d not seen in at least 20 years. It was held at a country club south of the city, and was full of that kind of straight wedding swagger I hate so much—is there no worse sight in the world than groomsmen in suits clutching bottles of beer? That effortful commitment to male casualness amidst the formalness? It speaks to such an ease, the way these men move through the world, that my sister and I were repulsed by it. During the wedding, a long and violent thunderstorm rolled in. But just before that, my family and I wandered the grounds of the country club, walked along the ridge of a hill that offered a view of the city, the whole of Boston laid out there in the hazy, humid distance. The four of us there, lined up and regarding it. It felt like a maudlin farewell. To this city we’ve all been so tethered to, just then rendered so small, so faraway. 
I traveled a lot this summer, more than I had planned. I went to Provincetown for a few nights, my new favorite place, and felt the mid-June thrill of all that. I went to Los Angeles, mostly for work—a grinding reporting assignment that has yet to bear fruit but still could be something good, I hope—but also to see my sister. She’s so good at day trips, feeling so blessed with a car, and we drove up to Ojai, spent a late morning and early afternoon in its clenching, clean heat. We hiked a short distance to a waterfall, where barefoot kids were laughing and dogs were shuffling around. We went into town, roaming an outdoor used bookstore where I searched for my own book and, as ever, came up short. I’d heard so much about Ojai and, while finding it beautiful, was surprised by how little it offered. “You have to be rich to enjoy it,” I said to my sister as we got back in her car and, sealed up in the air conditioning, drove back to the city. 
In Los Angeles, I spent a lot of time holed up in my hotel, a once-trendy place on the Sunset Strip that has a thumping pool club and is just the right amount of uncomfortable to feel cool. It’s a full-service place, so I could take my meals there, do drinks on the patio, barely leave the confines of it. I went a little crazy, swaddled up in the gray blanket of that place—its easy, healthy-ish, sour food, its lukewarm sauvignon blanc mood. I felt like I was there for a whole long Shining winter, growing a beard and going insane and locating some truer kernel of myself than I’d ever known existed. I let myself skitter out into the night on occasion, to see friends and revel, just a bit, in the riot of a city I hate. (I’m sorry, L.A. friends. I have tried so hard to like Los Angeles, but it makes me so stressed and unhappy and full of constant Sunday Scaries that I have to hate it. That said, I can’t wait to visit again.) But mostly I was alone, conducting halting interviews on the phone, pacing around in my cold room while tall trees fluttered in the balcony window. One uneasy afternoon, I watched a bug crawl around the enormous beanbag chair the hotel provided and figured it knew what to do with this lump of furniture more than I did. 
I just got back from Fire Island, another place I have tried to love and—unlike L.A.—might finally be done with. What a dream of an idea that place is, and yet in execution, or at least in my admittedly narrow experience of it, what a drab and horny and exhausting thing it actually is. I don’t fit in there at all, which is a strange sensation for someone who has prided himself on being able to adapt, to quickly recover, to renegotiate physical and social spaces as needed. Fire Island, the Pines in particular, is a bridge past a bridge too far, I’m afraid. Not because I don’t admire its moxie, its Speedo tan-ness, its louche, buggy reverie. I love that people love it. I just feel sad that Fire Island is something like Paris—a beautiful dream I’ll never be able to actually step into, that I’ll never feel filling me like air, like smoke. (I Juul now—another life update.) But it’s good to have that conclusion—to know, because of increasing adulthood and experience, that it, hey, just isn’t for me. I wish it the best. I wanted to blow a kiss to the island as the ferry puttered away back toward Sayville. Goodbye, place! Goodbye, dream! Goodbye all you wonderful people who partied and yearned and grieved and fucked and fell in love there. See you in Ptown, maybe. All you lively ghosts, living and dead.
Fall trips loom. Film festivals, which are so much fun. I’m going to Venice for the first time, next week, and I am so stressed and excited and curious. I booked an Airbnb that’s not near the movies, that’s on the main island with all the canals and handsome gondoliers and luring, leering pasta. (My Fire Island diet nearly killed me, readers.) I chose holistic life experience over festival ease in booking that place and I hope I don’t regret it. And then it’s straight on to Toronto, a festival I love, a town I am growing to like, with people I know and with whom I’m so ready to pretend it’s summer camp again. Fall camp. Autumn camp. What a good time that will be.
But it will keep me away. I’ve been away so much this year, which has been exhilarating—I gave an award out on stage at a loud gay discotheque in Guadalajara, Mexico!—but also lonely, and denying. The thing I’ve sort of stylistically held for the end here is that I fell in love this year, and while it’s a new-ish, only nine-month relationship (“We have a baby,” I said to Andrew tonight), it’s still a totalizing thing. It’s impossible to look at all of this—parents moving, cities roiling, islands churning—not through the lens of that. How terrifically grounded I have felt this year, to something good and happy and intimate and huge in its smallness. This is the first time I’ve really written about him—a scientist, a smiler, a kind and gentle person who calms me and encourages me—and it feels a little scary to type it out. But there he is, suddenly a center. 
When I was home over the 4th, my mom told my sister and me a story about our cousin, the one whose kid got married at the country club. I guess when this cousin was little, a toddler maybe, she would often say, “I need something.” Just that. That quiet little unspecific thing. “I need something,” she’d say in a small voice, tugging at pant legs and looking up at the adults hoping they’d understand and satisfy whatever it was she was asking for. I’ve thought about that a lot since my mom told us about it, there in the backyard I’ll never see again. I need something. I need something! I NEED SOMETHING! 
Of course we all do. Need something. Need so many things. I get corny, thinking about it. I want to say what a mad and blissful and terrible adventure it is, to go chasing after that need. It is. But, again, that’s hokey. So I guess I’ll just end this ramble with a little moment, from Fire Island. I went to bed early one night, and was half asleep when some of the boys of tea came home. I heard them rumbling around upstairs in the living room, muffled laughter and bottles opening. It reminded me of being a kid in the house I grew up in, that will now be lived in by a nice family from Framingham who wrote a heartening letter to my parents about how much they loved the house. That feeling of life happening just beyond the light under the door. And maybe it is. But in that room on Fire Island that night, there was also the beautiful dark, also the hum of the air conditioner, the whine of the mosquito, and there was me, breathing and blinking and alive. That was so much, too. 
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My Protector
“No way. I’m not going with him. He hates me. He’s always so rude to me. Besides they are YOUR cats! Why don’t you go with us to get their food?” I whine as I get stuck with running an errand with Changkyun alone. 
“He doesn’t HATE you.” Jooheon says with a sly grin. “You just don’t know him well enough yet. Which is why you SHOULD go with him without anyone else. Including me. Plus I am making some decent progress on this new song, I want to keep working on it.”
“I hate you. I hope you know.” I pout as I put on a light jacket, and walk out the door. Changkyun is already waiting outside in the car.
“I love you too! Have fun!” Jooheon yells out, shutting the door as I make my way to the car. With a deep inhale I open the passenger side door and hop in. Quickly putting on the seat belt all while avoiding looking over at Kyun.
“About time you joined me.” Kyun’s deep voice fills the silence. I can feel his eyes on me but I don’t dare look over his way.
“Yes sorry, I had to find my jacket.” My voice almost at a whisper. This next hour alone with him is going to feel like years. Changkyun puts on some easy listening, calming, music. As he drives he hums along to the songs. I can’t help but notice how peaceful he sounds. Looking over to him finally, he’s driving with one hand at the top of the steering wheel, his body is relaxed, and his other hand is on the gear shift, only a few inches away from my leg.
He’s concentrating on his driving and I’m guessing we have to be close to the pet store. It’s been about fifteen minutes now. Changkyun looks over and sees that I was staring at him. He flashes a little smug grin and puts his eyes back on the road.
“What?” I snap at him.
“Whoa, there. Nothing sweetheart, just nice of you to acknowledge me finally since we have to do this together.” Changkyun replies with a sigh, “I want this to be over already as much as you do. Trust me”
“Glad we understand each other then.” Still looking at him, I can’t help but notice the man is handsome. His black hair is styled today, showing his forehead. That is one of his best hair styles in my opinion. He’s wearing casual clothing today. Dark jeans that show off his slender, yet muscular legs, and his favorite grey hoodie.
“Look we are here. This will be super fast and then we don’t have to be around each other for the rest of the day.” He breaks my chain of thought as he pulls into a parking space. Realizing I was admiring him and lost in thought about Changkyun makes me blush a little. Hoping he doesn’t notice I look down and start to take off the seat belt, ready to hop out of the car as soon as possible.
Walking into the store side by side, I match my stride to Changkyun’s. “Do you know where the cat food is here?” He asks looking around lost as we enter the pet store. It’s obvious he doesn’t come here very often at all, so why would Jooheon send him and not someone else? Wonho has cats, I’m sure he would have been happy to go. 
“I’m not sure, we can split up if you want to search faster?” I suggest, really just hoping to get away from the awkward situation.
“Okay. If you find it text me. I’ll let you know if I find it too.” He says as we split up. This store is rather large for a pet store. So I start going down the aisles taking my time looking at everything on the shelves. 
“Hey there pretty thing!” I hear a strange voice behind me. I ignore it and keep walking. Obviously it wouldn’t be at me. I’m not the type of girl who gets cat called or attention from men in general. Especially when I look like I do today. My hair is in a messy bun, I’m not wearing any makeup, and the jacket I have on is very loose fitting on me, matched with just a pair of jeans. 
“Don’t walk away from me! That’s just rude!” The voice was closer and suddenly my wrist is being yanked on so that I’m forced to stop walking and turn my body around to face this stranger. My heart is racing, my voice is gone. I’ve never been in this situation before, and why in a pet store out of all places? I look around and I don’t see anyone else around us. The store definitely wasn’t very busy when we walked in so it’s not surprising.
This man is taller and a lot stronger than me. I start to slowly back up to the selves and with one hand free still I grab the first thing I can and take a swing. Unfortunately for me the aisle I’m in is the dog toy aisle. So I hit him with a soft toy that just squeaks as it makes contact. “CHANGK...” I start to yell out for Changkyun but the man puts his hand over my mouth.
“Don’t you dare yell for help! This didn’t have to be this difficult you bitch! All I wanted was your time, but you had to ignore me.” The stranger hisses at me. His grip around my wrist gets even stronger. It is certain to leave bruises.
“HEY!” The deep rumble in Kyun’s voice has never been more comforting to me than right now. “You need to let her go and leave NOW.”
The stranger turns to see Changkyun striding up to him, as he gets within range Kyun grabs the man by the shoulder and pulls him back. My wrist is freed from the man’s grip and I stand there frozen. I can’t believe any of this is happening. We are in a DAMN pet store! My eyes are locked onto Changkyun. He looks so freighting right now. His stance is strong, his body is ridged with tension and anger. He makes it very clear to the stranger to give up and walk away. Without much of a fight he leaves the store.
“Oh my god are you okay?” Kyun pulls me into a warm hug, one arm wrapping around me with his hand firmly placed in the middle of my back, and his other hand on the back of my head. I let myself fall into his embrace and try to fight back tears from the stress of the whole situation. “I’m sorry I ever let you out of my sight. Did he hurt you at all? This wouldn’t have happened if I had just swallowed my damn pride a long time ago. FUCK!” His thoughts are just pouring out.
“I’m okay. It’s okay, I suggested it. You got to me really fast. It’s okay, I promise.” I try to reassure him. I’ve never see him shaken up like this before. It’s actually kind of sweet to see him caring so much. I pull away from his hug to look at him in the eyes. He stares down at me with an expression of worry and frustration. “My wrist hurts a little, but I’ll be okay. Thank you for helping me.”
“Fuck. Your wrist is already starting to bruise! FUCK. I’m so sorry I let this happen. I won’t ever let anyone else hurt you, I promise you that okay?” He says as he holds my soon to be blue and purple wrist in his hand gently, rubbing his thumb ever so softly against the discoloration that is already showing.
“Kyun, Why are you so upset over this? You hate me!” I question why he’s taking this so seriously when he’s never shown any kind of friendliness towards me that wasn’t him being sarcastic until now.
“What? You think I hate you?” He freezes wide eyed.
“You do...I know you do, and it’s okay. You don’t have to pretend to care about me, but I do appreciate you protecting me.” Not sure what to do, I pull my wrist away and take a step back.
“Oh god. No. I don’t hate you! I never have! I thought you knew...” His voice is low and difficult to hear. “I’m sorry I ever made you feel like that. That’s not it at all.”
“Well I don’t know what to think, but lets get that cat food and hurry up and get back, but this conversation isn’t over, okay?” I say as I start to walk down the aisle again. Changkyun hurries beside me, but he’s walking really close to me now. I decide not to say anything. We find the cat food, check out, and get back in the car and on the road before we speak again.
“Okay, so what were you saying in there?” I break the silence. Kyun hadn’t even turned on any music.
“Okay, listen, I can see why you might think I wasn’t your biggest fan, but that’s not the truth. I thought you knew why I kept myself at a distance from you. Everyone else knows and gives me shit about it.” Changkyun’s voice is sincere. “The truth is when I met you, I knew I would fall for you. I tried my best to not let that happen. I figured if I kept myself away from you and closed off, I couldn’t develop feelings for you. However I’ve watched you get close to everyone else. I’ve gotten jealous. I’ve been hurt by you not trusting me, but I thought it was best for you to see me in a negative light because I wouldn’t be able to control myself if you were friendly towards me as well.”
Shocked I stare at him. His hand is back on the gear shift, and I take it and hold it in between my hands. “Kyun, Thank you for being honest with me finally I thought all this time I did something to make you hate me. I’ve been upset by you being so cold to me. The other’s kept telling me I just didn’t know you yet and to give it time and everything would sort itself out.”
“I guess they were right.” He pulls his hand from mine and lays it on my thigh. “After what happened back there, I realized even keeping myself from you, didn’t stop me from falling for you. I’m just so scared to let anyone close to me I thought I’d be protecting you by keeping you away from me.”
“Changkyun, do you mean that?” My jaw drops in shock.
“Every word.” He squeezes my thigh a little and almost instantly my body reacts.
“I have to admit, I’ve always had a crush on you from the first day I met you. I just thought you hated me and there was nothing I could do to change your mind about me.” I look down at his hand on my thigh. The car is parked now. I look up and we are back.
We get out the car and Kyun walks over to me and pulls me into another hug. This one is a little different than the one before though. He kisses my cheek and whispers in my ear, “Baby, if you still have those feelings for me, lets stop pushing each other away. I’ll take a chance on us if I haven’t driven you off yet.”
With a smile spreading across my face I make eye contact with him, “I still have those feelings for you. That’s why I took you being so cold towards me so personal and couldn’t be around you. It hurt to much, but of course I want to try.”
Without another word Changkyun’s lips crash against mine. One of his hands cupping the back of my neck, the other pressing on my lower back, pushing me into him more as he deepens the kiss.
“It’s about damn time!!!” We hear the familiar voice of Jooheon coming from the doorway. We look over and he has the biggest smile with his arms crossed across his chest. He looks proud.
Kyun pulls away from the kiss and with a sly smile he basically growls, “Lets go somewhere private, we have a lot to catch up on.” He starts to guide me inside. “Jooheon, shut up.”
“Thanks for the cat food. I’ll leave you to alone now. Just remember to use protection okay?” Jooheon laughs as he collects the food for Gucci and Yoshi and heads back to keep working on music for the rest of the day.
Changkyun and I reach his bedroom and as soon as the door closes behind us he’s arms are around my waist and his lips find my neck. He lets out a quiet growl as he takes a little bite, and then picks me up and lays me down on his bed. Crawling on top of me, his eyes search my body feverishly. “Baby, I promise no one other than me will ever harass you again.” His lips find mine again. “You’re safe with me, forever,”
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ahgasetay · 5 years
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Thursday, February 7th | bang chan
warnings: angst ahead  admin: suni paring: idol x rem!reader authors note: there might be some mistakes in this since its so long it was hard for me to edit. however, i am very proud of this,,,its probably my favorite thing ive ever written. id love feedback  word count: 10.1k
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Thursday, February 7th
You adjusted the headphones in your ears as you walked down the street, the wind blowing past you slowly sending a shiver down your spine. The weatherman said it was going to be cold today but you didn't think anything of it when you simply left the house without even as much as a jacket. It was often that the weather channel was wrong so you didn't think twice. 
Now you were seriously regretting it as the wind started to blow even harder, trees bending from the pressure and already dead leaves blowing around in mini tornados. In the distance, you could hear cars screeching and kids laughing, something about the eerie sound made you break into a cold sweat. Their happiness and joy filled your mind with anguish and sadness, the sound of busy streets made you feel rushed and worried. Nothing came to your mind as to why you could have felt this way but you blamed it on the cold wind and the grey skies, questionable atmosphere could lead to questionable feelings and thoughts. 
Glancing across the road a young man was standing there, already staring at you. His hair was slightly tousled and messy form the constant blowing of the wind and his clothes looked dirty and worn out. Something about he seemed out of place but it was hard to put your finger on it. Locking eyes with him you wondered why he was just standing there and staring, his stare seemed shocked or surprised. Looking away you brushed off his stare as it was chilly and you didn't have a jacket on. 
Soon your house came into sight, this warm beige exterior seemed so welcoming and inviting. All you could think about was bundling up under the warm comfort of your bed with some warm tea nearby. Glancing back towards where the young boy was standing you didn't notice him, he must have left. Taking out your headphones you opened the door and tossed your keys in the bowl with everyone else's. 
“Y/n!” someone called out making you stop in your tracks. You stayed silent as you checked your phone for the time, 4 pm. 
“Yeah?” your voice came out quieter than you intended. Silence. Waiting a little bit longer no one answered causing you to furrow your brows. Texting your om you asked if she or dad had come home early. Within seconds she replied saying no. 
“I'm going crazy,” you mumbled as you lazily trudged up the steps and into your room, ignoring your dire need for some hot delicious tea. Once your head hit the pillow and your pants came off your eyes were shut tight and you were dozing off into dreamland. 
People rushed past you, you couldn't move and all you could focus on was how annoying bright the room was. “Uh,” you mumbled, voice barely above a whisper. Trying to lift your legs and move you started to panic when you realized you couldn't. “He,, help,” you whined out feeling even more scared than ever, Your heart rate picked up the more you panicked as you tried to move. The lights above you dimmed, a blurry figure covering them. You couldn't make out who they were or what they were doing but you wanted to scream once they started to touch you. A prickling sensation burned up on your right arm. 
“No!” you screamed, sitting up in bed. Sweat made your bed feel like a sauna and your heart wouldn't slow down. Checking the time you noticed it had only been an hour since you had fallen into your deep slumber. 
“Y/n?” you heard a voice that resembled your mother's call out. “I'm fine, just a bad dream. What are you making for dinner?” you asked while trying to collect your thoughts. When the house remained silent and no one answered you got up and left your room. “Mom?” you called out while slowly walking down the stairs, trying to take a peek into the kitchen. 
“Oh Y/n! Can you help me with the groceries,” your mom said as she opened the door, hands full of plastic bags of food. “Uhh,” you cocked your head to the side in confusion before brushing it off as you were still creeped out from your strange dream. 
“Of course,, uh what are you making for dinner?” you asked as you slipped on some shoes to help her out. 
“Ham soup,” she set the groceries on the counter and started to unload.
Friday, February 8th
“Sweet love,, sweet springtime love,” sang WooJin in your ears. “I'm not even joking! Springtime love is the best song that WooJin and Jungwoo have released yet!” Wendy gushed as she took the headphone from your ear to listen to it for herself. 
“Are you kidding me? You're still sticking to that shit music? I'm serious when I say you guys need to listen to Changbins mixtape, have some real taste,” Chaeyoung said as pulled out her chair to sit next to you. Wendy sent Chaeyoung a glare at the shorter girls diss towards her favorite celebrities.
”If you ever think I'm going to listen to that stupid rap music you have lost your mind,” Wendy snapped back while finally turning off her music at the appearance of the teacher. 
“Okay class we have a new student today,” her voice was scratchy and rather painful to listen to. “Come in,” pointing out her finger she welcomed in the new student. Slowly walked in a rather familiar face. His hair was still messy but his clothes looked cleaner this time. With him was a pair of beats around his neck, music quietly playing in the distance. His eyes immediately locked with yours and you felt your entire heart clench. The teacher was speaking but you didn't know what she was saying as you were distracted by the dreamy look in his eyes. Not once did his eyes leave you, he seemed to be soaking up all your features and admiring the one by one. 
“Hi, my name is Chris Bang but can call me Chan. Please treat me well,” he said while snapping out of the trance he was in. Your mouth fell open at the sound of his voice, it was so smooth and honey like. His accent was beyond captivating. 
“You can take a seat by Felix,” the teacher said while pointing over at the annoyingly popular and good-looking Felix. Chan waved at you, your hand slowly raised as you waved back. Wendy and Chaeyoung both started to nudge you making your cheeks burn even more than they already were. 
Throughout the entire class and you couldn't get Chan out of your mind, his every movement as captivating and he had a smile that made you feel as if you have known him for thousands of years. As soon as the bell rang Wendy and Chaeyoung were up and by Chans side. “Would you like to join us for lunch?”, they asked while creepily staring at him with a big smile. He seemed to laugh as he stared at them with unrecognizable emotion in his eyes. You could see him mumble something under his breath but you couldn't make out what it was. 
“I would love that,” he said, eyes dancing over to you. 
“Okay,,, perfect,” Chaeyoung said while ditching you with Wendy. Walking a little slower you smiled at Chan. 
“I'm sorry about them if you don't want to join us you don't have to,,, but,,, if you did I wouldn't mind,” you started to stutter over your words under his intense stare. 
“No,,, I would actually love to join you,,, Y/n,” he grabbed his things and gestured out his hand for you to lead the way. 
“Chan, how did you know my name?” you asked while slowing down to make sure he was following.
 His mouth fell open as his cheeks dusted a light red “I heard your friends say it,” he easily lied. 
“Oh-” you said while brushing some hair out of your face “-so why did you come here,” immediately you cursed at yourself for asking such a lame question. 
“My dad transferred jobs,” he answered without looking bothered. Shorter than you would have liked you arrived at the busy and bustling lunchroom. Wendy and Chaeyoung were talking with Mina and Yuta while they sat at your everyday lunch table. 
“Let me catch you up on some things,” you quickly said while realizing Chan knew nobody. He seemed confused at first then nodded when he relaxed what you were saying. “You see that pretty gingerish haired girl and the sand-colored big smiled boy? The girl is Mina Myoui and the boy is Nakamoto Yuta. They transferred from Japan and Chaeyoung is in charge of helping. Chae has developed a little crush on Mina so it's our job at lunch to try and help them flirt,” you turned to see is Chan was following. 
He seems spaced out, probably taking in what you said before he caught your gaze and nodded “Chae likes the Japanese girl Mina,, but can't flirt. You guys help Chae flirt with Mina during lunch,” he repeated what you said with a light giggle. 
“Correct,” you beamed, hurrying over to the table. “Mina, did Chaeyoung tell you that she thought you looked cute today? She mentioned it earlier and was going to tell you but you know how forgetful she is,” Chaeyoung sent you a sharp glare with her cheeks slowly turning the color of a firetruck. 
“Oh,, thank you Chaeyoungie,” Mina giggled shyly at your words as she sent heart eye in the direction of Chaeyoung. 
Chan watched the interaction before leaning over to you “You watch, in 5 years or so those two will be married with 2 dogs and 1 cat,” he said making you imagine the scenario. Nodding your head you hummed in agreement, “you catch on fast,” you teased making Chan nod his head. 
Through lunch, you two made jokes, as Chaeyoung flirted with Mina and Wendy attempted to help Yuta with his homework. Chan and you talked the whole time, it felt as if you had known him for years. It was so easy to talk to him, it was almost as if he knew exactly what to say. Once lunch was over you slowly walked back to class with Chan in tow.
Saturday, February 9th
The sun was even bright today than it had ever been, you were sure of it. Closing your eyes tightly you attempted to escape from the beaming orb and get rid of a growing headache. The sound of footsteps approaching caused your heart to race a little. You didn't know who was coming near you but you didn't care, you came to the park to be left alone. Today was the most beautiful day you had ever seen. The sun was high in the sky and the wind was barely blowing making a nice warmth to spread through your town. A black shadow appears above you, slowly you open your eyes to be greeted with a happy Chan. 
He had a big dorky grin on his face as he hovered above you “You look extremely beautiful,” he said with a  dreamy tone laced in his voice. The butterflies that were hiding in your stomach erupted as you rolled over to hide from him while giggling. 
“Are you stalking me?’ you teased him, overly happy at his sudden appearance. 
“Of course not, I just happen To see you and I wanted to come to talk to you,” he shrugged his shoulders, plopping on the ground with an obnoxious grunt. He rolled over on his side to stare at you, the wind lightly blowing his hair. 
“You look like an angel," you randomly said making him burst out laughing. Your heart momentarily stopped when you heard something odd to his laugh. It wasn't a happy and bright laugh, instead,,, it sounded sad. Like he just remembered or realized something. “Or a prince,” you mumbled with a gut feeling that he didn't like to be called an angel. 
He rolled onto his back and stared at the baby blue sky “That cloud looks like Yoshi,” his hand raised to point a the Yoshi cloud as you attempt to search for it. 
“You're crazy, that's clearly a medusa,” gasping at your suggestion he furiously shook his head. 
“Nope,,, oh my gosh looks in George Washington!” he yelled happily. 
Your eyes searched the sky for funny shaped clouds to point out for Chan. With your eyes focused on the sky, you didn't notice that Chans focus was somewhere else. He was soaking up your appearance, your messy hair sprawled onto the grass and your shirt hanging loosely off of your collarbone. He noticed that your lips had a light pink tint to them with a shiny gloss telling him that you had put lipgloss on before you left despite the slight wind. Your hands were on either side of your body, no jewelry decorating your wrists or your fingers. He nodded his head solemnly at the sight. Turning your head to the side you caught his eyes. Chan didn't even try to look away or hide that he was staring. He let you know he was staring and he was able to who you that he enjoyed what he saw simply with his eyes. That's something about him that made you so nervous and giddy, was his bold exterior. It was obvious that he wanted to say something, he was yearning to tell you something or anything. 
“Y/n you-” Chan's voice cracked as he tried to speak making him stop. Everything felt still as he blankly stared at you, his eyes full of a million different emotions and all the words he wanted to say stuck in your throat. 
“What is-” your phone vibrated signaling that there was an incoming phone call “-I'm sorry let me grab that.” Sitting up some grass stuck to your hair making Chan finally crack a soft smile. As you grasped for your phone to answer the call from Wend, Chan slowly reached out and plucked some green grass from your gorgeous hair. “Yeah,, uh huh,, do you need me to?? On my way,” casting Chan a glance he nodded his head in understanding. 
“I have something I need to do anyway, go along now,” he sat up and sent you a smile and wave before jogging off in some direction. Sighing heavily you regretted answering the phone. It hadn't been long since you known Chan but it really looked like he wanted to tell you something important. 
“Hey, Ch-” listening for your gut you tried to call out to him but you were forced to stop when a hiccup came out. “Ow,” you said hiccups keeping you from getting Chain back. “Y/n!” someone from behind you yelled causing your head to snap in that direction. Your eyes searched for a possible person who couldn't have said it but no one was looking at you and there wasn't anyone you recognized nearby. Picking up speed your heart beat even faster making you feel a sense of fear. In the distance, kids giggled and cars rushed past, heightening your growing fear and panic. Heavy breaths came out of you the more kids seemed to enjoy themselves and the more people drove past. Another vibration from your phone snapped you out of it. “Wendy I'm on my way,” you answered before finally sitting up and taking your leave.
Monday, February 11th
“I didn't say it was good but-” Wendy was cut off by an excited and happy Chaeyoung. 
“You did! You said it was surprisingly good,” Chaeyoung argue back with a happy smile on your face. Chan pulled out a chair and sat next to you, that longing returning in his eyes. 
“What have I missed?” Chan asked while peering at the obnoxiously loud girls. 
“Wendy listened to Changbins new song and said it wasn't bad so now Chaeyoung is bragging about how Changbin is amazing and about how Wendy should have just listened to her from the beginning,” you said while taking strawberry milk from Chan as he offered it to you. ‘How did you know I like strawberry milk?” you asked as you stabbed the straw through the hole. 
Clearly taken back by your question, “I didn't know,, good guess,” he joked making you smile. 
He seemed to know and understand you so well. It was clear that you were staring at him with literal heart eyes. He choked a little on his milk at our intense and strong gaze. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to pull you into his arms and kiss you. He longed for the ability to touch you but you seemed so far away and off limits. Deep down he knew he had to push his desires aside, he needed to tell you. It had been too long and it didn't matter anymore. “Y/n can we-” like Wendy had to have something against him as she cut him off for the second time. 
“Jaehyun is throwing this super good party this Friday. Y/n is going so you're going to come too, Chan?” she tilted her head to the side and sent him flirty eyes to make him come. You glared at Wendy making her wink at you, Wendy always found a sense of pleasure in making you angry, it was just amusing to see your eyes darken and your lips pucker up, fists tightening a little. 
Chan glanced at you before nodding “Friday? I'll go,” in that moment he made his decision. He needed to tell you at that party, he couldn't keep them waiting any longer.
Laying in bed your eyes finally shut tight, you were looking forward to the party this weekend. It would finally be your chance to dress up really nice and attempt to impress Chan. After spending many hours tossing and turning your eyes finally shut down and your breathing calmed. 
Opening your eyes you found yourself in a familiar room, bright light above you shining down into your eyes. Except for this time you felt a warm comforting hand on yours, rubbing soothing circles into your skin. A blurry figure blocked your vision, their face only inches from yours. They were doing something, you felt a ghost of a human hand on your eyelids. The whisper on a humanoid voice echoed in your head, although you heard them you couldn't make out what they were saying. Whatever their words were it made you feel remorse and fear. 
Suddenly you were sitting in a car, a warm feeling in your chest. For some reason you felt happy whoever was driving the car was laughing, their laughter filled you with warmness. The more you looked at the road the more you felt afraid. “Stop the car,” you started to scream, begging whoever was driving to stop the car and let you out. You needed to get out of the car, you needed to be as far away from where you as you could. “I SAID STOP IT,” you screamed at the top of your lungs. 
Sitting up in bed you let out a yelp in fear. Tears fell down your cheeks as you whimpered in fear from your strange and recurring dream. “What,, what was that,” you cried out while wiping your forehead from sweat. Staring at your legs you made sure you could move them then you touched your face for any differences. “It was just a dream,” you had to reassure yourself. Just as you were about to close your eyes and fall into a deep slumber a hiccup released making you groan. “Stupid hiccups,” you said while attempting to get rid of them and fall into a deep sleep.  
Wednesday, February 13th
“Its just weird because they keep happening,” you huffed as you recalled your strange dreams to Chan. He furrowed his brows and nodded seriously, his eyes clouding over with emotion. Something you had noticed after meeting Chan was that he often had a look in his eyes, a look that you couldn't read or understand. It,, it made you feel regretful,,, like you had just done something you shouldn't have. 
“Maybe it means something,” he said with a nod of his head. His eyes locked with your “That you should wake up,” he added while staring at you for a reaction. Your heart started to beat quicker and you felt it again. That sense of dread. In the distance, kids laughed and cars came to halting screeched. 
Trying to hold the same expression “I do wake up,, every time. You think it's my body unconsciously telling me to wake up?” you said while acting like nothing had happened. Chan didn't seem like he noticed as he just moved on and started to talk about something else. 
Soon Chae and Wendy were joining you guys while talking about Jaehyun's party this weekend. “Vernon made a bet that if the football team lost then he would get naked and jump into the pool,” Wendy laughed as she texted someone on her phone. 
Chan visibly rolled his eyes at that “Disgusting, no one wants to see his baby dick,” Chan jokes. 
Chaeyoung looked up from her drawing and laughed “Why are you talking like you know Vernon. He seems like the type of guy to be average,” she teased Chan. Immediately you knew what would happen, that look would appear in his eyes. He glanced at you and smiled when he already saw you staring. 
“Y/n,, Y/n would you like to get ice cream with me tomorrow?” he suddenly asked. Your mouth fell open and Wendy and Chae both ducked under their desks and started to giggle and squeak. 
“I would love to,” your voice came out a little weaker than you wanted.
Thursday, February 14th
You made sure your hair looked really nice as you hat a cute hat on it and grabbed your jacket, ready to leave the house. “I can't believe he asked to take me for ice cream,, I'm so excited,” you texted Wendy before leaving your house and heading to the location Chan had texted you. 
The weather seemed to be in a good mood with you as the sky didn't have a single cloud in it and the sun was bright. Despite the fact that it was on the chillier side it wasn't intolerable. Walking to the parlor with a skip in your step you were beyond excited for this day. It felt you had been waiting for ages to see Chan again even though it had only been a day. The bright pink and blue, overly decorated shop came into view. 
Chan was standing outside of it with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, clearly nervous. “Hi Chan!” you greeted with a big smile. He looked up at you, feeling the wind being knocked out of his lungs from how beautiful you are. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes taking you by surprise. “Chan, are you okay?” you asked feeling a little worried. The tears slowly fell down his cheeks despite his best efforts to hold them back. 
“I'm,, I'm fine I just have really bad allergies,” his voice cracked as he lied, turning to the side to wipe his tears. “Let's go in,” Chan tried to seem happy as he didn't want to bring the mood down. Pushing open the glass door a bell rang and an employee that matched the exterior perfectly greeted you with a big smile. 
“What flavor do you want?’ he asked while walking up the register. Your eyes peered at all the different flavors, there was just so many that you couldn't choose just one. Chan giggled at your starry-eyed and focused expression “they will have the Y/F/N please,” Chan ordered for you making you gasp. 
“You know me so well,” you exclaimed. 
“We just have a lot in common I guess,” he shrugged it off as he ordered his. The employee chirped as she made your cones and handed them to you. Taking a seat by the window you started t eat your ice cream while enjoying the outside view. Chan slowly nibbled on his, he spent most of his time focused on you. 
“Are you excited for the party?’ you asked in an attempt to start a conversation. 
“Kinda I'm just not a big party person, ya know?’ he mumbled while putting a smile on his face. 
“Where do you see yourself in 5 years?” Chan asked you suddenly making you momentarily stop licking your ice cream to think about it. 
“In 5 years?? Honestly, I think I'd love to be married or engaged,, living in an apartment with a really cute rabbit!” you said while your mind traveled to a place 5 years in the future. You could see yourself sitting on a dark brown lush couch with a tv playing something. Next to you, although you couldn't see them, you felt love and gratitude as they laughed and told you a silly joke. Your heartfelt full, it felt right to be there. Chan smiled at your dazed figure. 
“What about you?’ you asked catching him off guard for a second. “Uh same as you, I'd love to be spending my days with the one. A person who understands me better than anyone else and a person who loves me for me,” his tone of voice was brittle. “I really appreciate you coming out with me today, Y/n,” Chan later added when you didn't reply right away. 
“Of course,, I'm really glad that you invited me, you said with a tinge of disappointment in your voice. The moment felt like it went by so fast and you could've sworn that this was possibly a date but the way he was acting you didn't think it was. The whole time Chan seemed upset and it was clear that something was bothering him. 
“I'm sorry Y/n I have to go,, I'll see you tomorrow,” he said with his eyes brimming with tears once more. You tried to call out to him but your voice was stuck in your throat. 
Slowly standing up you grabbed your things and left, tears also filling your eyes. “Y/n,” for the first time you could make out the voice. It sounded scared for you. “Why does this keep happening?” you question while clutching your chest. Your rapid heartbeat hurt, you bent over on your knee and tried to breathe. “No,, no,,, no,” you whined when little kids started to giggle and cars zoomed past. “I need to see a doctor,” you said to yourself when it slowly started to stop.
“I hopped off the plane at LAX. With a dream and my cardigan. Welcome to the land of fame excess. Whoa, am I gonna fit in?-” you sang at the top of your lungs in the car. 
The person next to you started to sing the next lyrics just as loud and obnoxious as you did “Jumped in the cab. Here I am for the first time. Look to my right and I see the Hollywood sign. This is all so crazy. Everybody seems so famous,” they stopped their singing due to their happy laugh bursting through. 
You stared ahead on the road as the song played in the background. This moment was perfect, nothing could ruin it. Everything faded and suddenly you were with people at a restaurant. 
“I'm just so proud of you Y/n, I never imagine this at all,” one of the people said. Their words really did make you feel better, you didn't know what you did but suddenly you were proud of yourself. Someone placed some of Y/F/D onto your plate making you smile even bigger if that was possible. 
“Thank you, babe,” you chirply said. 
You had been enjoying all these nice and happy dreams when suddenly you were back in that bright room. Someone standing above you while touching you. “Please stop,, leave me alone,” you cried out not liking the feeling of the things prodding at you. “I want my mom,” you said with tears welling up in your eyes. Your whole body was stiff as you attempted to wiggle out of the person grip. Your thump twitchy making the person suddenly stop. They turned towards what looked like a door and started to say something when you sat up in bed in a cold sweat. 
Tears already in your eyes and falling down your cheeks. Sniffling you got out of your covers and walked to your parent's room as if you were a little girl again. “Mom,, dad,,” you said while wiping your eyes and entering their room. They shuffle in bed before your mom sat up “Honey are you okay?’ her voice was laced with concern. You shook your head “I keep having this scary bad dream,,, can I sleep with you guys tonight,’ you rubbed your arm in embarrassment as you spoke. Your dad chuckled lightly then scooted over, leaving more space in the middle. “Get in kiddo,” his voice was low and gruff. You smiled softly as you crawled into bed, your mother kissing your forehead in a comforting manner. “Are you okay sweetie?” you could tell she had been worried for you. “I'm feeling better now that I'm here,” you sighed and closed your eyes. It felt safe to be near your parents, just their presence was a comfortable and homely one.
Friday, February 15th
Applying some of the lipstick Wendy picked out for you, you listened to Chaeyoung gossip about how apparently Hyuna was seen kissing Edawn in the back of the football bleachers. “They are dating!” Chaeyoung insisted on making Wendy grumble. 
“This girl, she seriously has to always be against whatever I'm for, “ Wendy rolled her eyes at the offend Chaeyoung. “They aren't dating, Chaeyoung. Hyuna is just a touchy person and whoever saw must have seen wrong,” Wendy didnt believe that that Hyuna and Edawn were dating. 
“Hyuna is clearly not straight, have you seen the way she looked at other girls? Her and Somin would make the cutest couple,” you couldn't help but get in on the gossip. 
“Speaking of dating. Chan and Y/n?” Chaeyoung quirked an eyebrow and nudged your shoulder easily. Your heavy sigh and slumped shoulders must have given a telltale that it didn't go well. 
“Tell us,” Wendy quietly said while taking out some blush. 
“Well I thought it was a date but he seemed so sad the whole time and it was so short! Then he just left without even doing anything,” recalling the ice cream “date” yesterday hurt your heart. 
“That sucks,, maybe he was waiting for today,” Chaeyoung always knew how to get your hopes up. 
“You think?” you sounded like an excited little kid who was about to go to Disneyland. 
“She doesn't think, she knows,” Wendy added while sending Chae a look in the mirror. 
“Now come on, tonight is going to be fun so noooo being a saddy sady,, got it?” Wendy continued to make up words which put a stupid smile on your face 
“No saddy saddy,, got it.”
Fixing your clothes you made a face at the multiple people already at the party. There was only two things that Jaehyun was good at, fucking girls and guys and throwing parties. Overly loud music blared through the multiple speakers. 
“I hate rich people,” Chaeyoung kicked a rock as you guys crossed the lawn into the giant house. 
“Same,” Wendy sadly added. 
Once you were inside everything was worse. People were already drinking and smoking weed, it smelt like a 12-year-old boys locker room and all the making out and grinding was disgusting. Wendy and Chaeyoung searched for someone before grabbing your hand and dragging you in a different direction. Wendy handed you a drink and told you to chug it. On any other day you would have found reasons to bale out but today you didn't care. Taking the red solo cup you swallowed the nasty screwdriver within seconds. Unlike your friends, you weren't the heaviest drinker. 
Within the next few minutes, you continually took shots and started screaming with your friends over everything that was going on. “Y/n I was looking for you,” Chan said while grabbing your wrist. 
“Huh?” you mumbled while taking a sip of some drink some random guy handed you. Chan didn't look impressed as he saw you chugging the alcohol, looking like you were trying to drink yourself to death. 
“You're drinking a lot,, I really need to tell you-” you cut him off when a slow song came on. 
“We need to dance to thissss,” you yelled while grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the source of the music. 
At first, Chan was going to refuse but he couldn't help it. You looked so sexy, sauntering in front of him. Pressing your back flush against his chest you swayed your hips side to side against his. Chan sighed at the feeling as he swayed along with him, his hands firmly on your hips. Leaning your head back you rested it out his shoulder and stared into his chocolate brown eyes that always held millions of emotions. “Y/n,” he quietly moaned in your ear, his hot breath sending chills down your spine. It must have been the alcohol speaking as you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down. Your lips crashed against his, they tasted like cherries. He laced his fingers in your arms and tugged lightly causing you to let out a muffled moan, he took that opportunity to slip his tongue past your parted lips. It was like an explosion had gone off in your head, his touche burned and sent an electrifying feeling throughout your whole body. Your toes instinctively started to curl when he pressed himself even more against you. Pulling away for hair his lips was swollen and his hair tousled around just like when you first met him. Smirking you enjoyed the view of him, Chan was everything you wanted and needed. Chan kept his focus on your body, first he admired your lips then he admired how great your figure looked in the outfit that Chaeyoung had without a doubt picked out for you. 
Sighing he tugged your hand and started to pull you outside “I'm being selfish, we need to talk,” he said. You stumbled along with him, mind racing with a million different things. 
“Chan,” you started to thinking that maybe he wanted to do something you weren't ready for yet when he spoke up 
“I'm not going to do anything,, I just need to get you out of here,” his voice was quiet and sad. Once you guys were away from the party he sat you down on a bench. 
“Y/n you need to wake up,” he stares intensely into your eyes. The familiar foreign feeling returned in your chest, your heart beating faster and the sound of the music being blurred over with the sounds of kids laughing and cars driving. 
“What are you saying?” it was clear you were scared and worried. 
“Y/n you know you need to wake up. I can't continue to be selfish and hold onto you in here forever, you need to wake up and go home. They are waiting for you Y/n,, they need you more than I do,” Chan was crying, holding your hands tightly as he stared into your eyes with that emotion, the emotion you finally recognize as sorrow. The cars and kids got louder, your breathing got heavy as all rational thoughts in your brain shut off. 
“I love you more than anything. You are the person that I wanted to spend my entire life with. I want to have kids with you and I want to grow old with you. But I messed up and I'm so sorry about that. If I could turn back time I would, I would do so many things different just to protect you. I know you are confused and scared but you need to wake up. None of this is real, Y/n. they need you to wake up…...I need you to wake up,” Chan was crying harder than the powerful winds of a tornado, the raw emotions in his tone made you burst into tears.  It felt like every atom in your being was being torn out of your body you couldn't figure out what was happening or why it is happening. 
“Chan no please don't. I can't.,, I can't wake up,, Chan I can't,” you didn't even know why you were saying what you were but your heart was speaking for you. “I'm scared, Chan. I can't do it without you,” you added, hands reaching out for him. 
He pulled you into him and hugged you “Y/n you have to give up on me. I always said that I'd love you until the day I died and I meant it, I still do. I'll never stop loving you Y/n but you need to stop loving me. Promise me that you'll find love again,, please,” he broke the hug and peered down at your hysterical figure. 
You didn't want to promise Chan even though that you still didn't know what was happening you knew you had to “I promise Chan,, I promise,, but-” Chan cut you off with his warm and soft lips. His lips that always felt like home. Everything around you became bright, you saw Chan slowly disappear from your vision with a sad smile on his face. 
Sitting up in bed you started to cry and scream for Chan. “We need a Doctor! Patient L/N is awake,” a nurse yelled. Your mother started to cry as she squeezed your hand gently. You stopped screaming to take in your surroundings. An ugly white hospital room. 
“Mommy where is Chan,” you immediately asked, memories slowly coming back to you. 
Your mom started to cry “Don't you remember what happened sweety,” she said while giving you a tight and grateful hug. 
“What?’ you asked more afraid that you had ever been in your life. The pure fear and confusion that pumped through you cause you to cower to your mother like you were a young child again. “Mom why am In the hospital?’ you asked without any idea as to why you were here.
“Honey I'm so sorry,, you and Chris were involved in an accident,, Chris didn't make it,” she held your hysterical crying figure. 
“No,, he had too,, I was just with him,,” you said while recalling what just happened seconds before. 
“Honey he died 8 days ago,” she pulled away to stare at your face. Everything went black as you were thrown into your memories.
Thursday, February 7th
“Y/n,, do you know how much I love you?’ Chan asked while giving your hand a squeeze. You looked up at the sky and hummed “how much?’ you asked without a care in the world. You were always calm and comfortable while being around Chan.” I love you this much,” you confusedly turned to the side when Chan let go of your hand. On one knee was your beloved boyfriend of 5 years with a gorgeous ring in his hand. “Y/n I don't want to grow old with anyone else. You are the person I want to spend the rest of my life with,, will you marry me?” he asked. Tears fell down your cheeks as you accidentally jumped around and screamed yes. Practically tackling him you held him tighter than you ever have before. Chan let out soft giggles as he held you back even tighter. Gently he placed the ring on your fingers, admiring how beautiful and happy you looked
Sitting in the car you admired the gorgeous ring your finger. Chan give gave you a small grin as he started to blare “Party in the USA,’ by Miley Cyrus. Together you guys jammed out to the song, stopping every once and awhile just to laugh. 
Driving by a park Chan glanced at all the kids running around and playing “Let's have kids,” he suddenly said. 
You looked over at him with admiration “yeah?” you question not so sure if he was serious or not. 
He dreamily looked at the road “Yeah,” he said while turning to look at you. You stared back at him while smiling. 
“Well let's get married first.”  Glancing back at the road you screamed when you saw a car swerving and coming straight at you “Chan,” you yelled in fear. Chan gasped and swerved to dodge the truck, hitting the brake his right arm instantly went over to help protect you. Everything went black when your car slammed head on to the other one.
Opening your eyes once more you stared at the gorgeous ring on your finger. Your chest was so sore from crying and so were your puffy and swollen eyes. “Mama,, we were going to get married and have kids. We were happy,,, our life had just begun,” you continued to cry to your mother. 
“Y/n you're awake!” Wendy burst into the room. Chaeyoung and her wife, Mina, trialed shortly behind. The tension in the sir thinned only slightly at their entrance. Immediately they both gently hugged you. You carefully hugged them back. Staring at the ceiling you imagined Chan staring down at you, his words echoed in your mind. 
Nodding your head carefully you wiped your sad eyes “it's gonna be hard, baby,, I'll do my best though,, I promised.”  you thought before the doctor walked in with a small smile on his face. 
“Ms. L/N I'm glad you're awake and I think you will be elated to know that although your fiance has passed,, the baby is perfectly fine.” 
“...the baby?”
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