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leaawrites · 3 months

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Flowers

Percy Jackson x Daughter of Apollo reader

Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of fighting, jealous Percy, mention of Y/n

Wordcount: 2k (this is a long one)

Summary: To get her attenion Percy would even get into fights just to be healed by her.

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Percy has been watching her for some time since he came to Camp Half-Blood. Always finding her in a crowd of people. Always letting his eyes drift over heads he couldn’t care less about until his eyes found her face, or her back, or her hair.

Y/n, daughter of Apollo, savior of people’s life. It wasn’t that dramatic, at least for her. Y/n was never given the damaged, just the hurt. A little cut here, a bruise that had to be cooled there, a kid that had to be cared about because it had gotten sick. Never the deep cuts, the bleeding face, the broken bones. It was never that. Not after she asked to take care of those in need of it a thousand times.

Percy knew that. He saw it. At first, he thought his eyes betrayed him, that it wanted to make her look small in his eyes, so that he could save her. But it wasn’t that. His eyes didn’t betray him. It were the people that betrayed her. They didn’t care about how soft her fingers were and how gentle she would take care of the hurt. They knew she was soft, she was sweet, perfect for the small things in life in their eyes.

• • • • • • • •

All eyes turned to him, as he stepped into the infirmary. There were cuts on his face, his knuckles bruised and split open. Blood dripped down from his lips on his orange shirt. It stained the fabric, leaving a mark of the actions he made for people to believe in her.

The sun was already slowly disappearing, leading to most campers be in their cabins already.

“Oh gods, what happened to you?” Laura, a sister of Y/n, asked him, pulling him by his arm to sit him down on one of the cots.

“Nothing bad, just another fight with Clarisse,” the boy shrugged absentmindedly, his gaze searching for a certain someone.

“This girl really has to get herself together,” the red head scoffs as Percy tells her what happened.

After searching for a little longer, his eyes found her body. He smiled as she smiled. His eyes lit up seeing her this happy, a flower twirling in between her fingers. A pink lovely flower, freshly picked from the boy in front of her. A son of Demeter. Percy’s gaze went sour as he saw that she was smiling at him. The red of her cheeks made him want to paint her face in a different color.

“They’re not dating,” Laura spoke, as she saw Percy watching Y/n. It wasn’t a surprise to her that he liked her. Laura knew her sister, she was amazing.

“I don’t care.” The boy quickly covered his jealous eyes with a nonchalant lie. Still they betrayed him, as his gaze found her again.

“Sure, you don’t.” She chuckled.

A loud whistle was heard from Laura’s mouth, making the whole room look at her. Percy saw her hand call for someone across the room and before he could process what she was doing, a bundle of sunshine appeared in front of him.

“What is it?” Y/n smiled at Laura, the flower steady in her hands.

“Can you take care of Percy here? I’ve got to go, Will just called me over,” Laura explained, pointing to a direction where Will apparently was.

“Sure,” she said back and then Laura was gone. Leaving the two alone, Percy cursed and thanked her at the same time. “What have you done to get in such trouble again?” Y/n was well aware of Percy’s reputation around camp. She knew that he was always on the lookout for danger.

“I haven’t done anything, first of all,” Percy defended himself.

Y/n hummed in sarcastic agreement, before her voice got lower and a sweet tone escaped from her lungs. The feeling of her skin against his made me Percy shiver in his bones. A sweet laugh appeared in between the humming when she felt Percy’s body shake as she brushed her hand against his face.

The cuts were healed, but the dried blood still decorated his face like a stamp of shame. When he was attacked by Clarisse, after he provoked her to do it, he didn’t fight back. When Poseidon wanted to rescue him he told him off. Running from the water, not wanting to be healed by a simple touch of water on his skin. Y/n took a cloth from one of the stacks, wetting it under the water to wash his shame away.

When Y/n approached Percy again, she couldn’t get a good look at his face. His eyes were fixed on his fidgeting hands, one finger tapping against his leg. A small touch and his face shot up to her. Y/n was laying her finger and his chin, softly touching his jaw to keep him in place as she brushed the cloth over his face, like he was her most precious painting that she still had to finish.

The silence between the two laid over them like a blanket over a child that tried to hide from the monster under his bed. The air around them was warm and comforting, they were wrapped in each others presence, but they couldn’t breath normally. It was stuffy, and suppressing them from being able to breath in properly. Her breath was warm against his face.

“That’s a nice flower,” Percy noticed, cutting the tension between them.

“It’s really nice,” the girl agreed with him, smiling at the memory of receiving it. It wasn’t about the boy who gave it to her, but rather about the gesture as it. She liked that someone cared.

“Do you like him?” His questions got bolder, as well as his tone. Percy Jackson would never admit that he was wrong. He would never agree that someone actually had him wrapped around their finger.

“I don’t know. Maybe sometime in the future,” she answered, not wanting to keep talking about it.

But Percy kept going. “Well, he certainly likes you. He cares about your happiness as it seems.”

“Why do you care?” Y/n stopped moving her hand, but held it in place to hold on to the possibility of touching him.

“I don’t.” Percy shrugged it off, his eyes going over to Laura who was watching the pair in anticipation.

Laura knew about Y/n’s slight crush on the son of Poseidon. She knew about how Y/n always wished that she could take care of the troublemaker for once. But she also knew, that the girl started to lose hope of ever being noticed by the demigod. She wanted to move on, so when a boy asked her out and later brought her a flower, she couldn’t deny his offer. Not if it meant that she showed Laura in the process of rejecting him, how she still liked the same guy for too long.

“Okay.” Percy looked back at her when the cloth moved again, a bit harsher this time. She didn’t hurt him. Percy was convinced that she could never hurt anyone. Not even her worst enemy. He saw a glistening shimmer in her eyes and the more focused look in them now that she actually looked at the task at hand and not the boy in front of her.

“What are your favorite flowers?” His question surprised her. His whole presence and interest surprised her.

“Why does it matter?” She asked back, finishing up with cleaning his face.

“What are your favorite flowers?” He asked again, a shimmer of something flickered in her eyes.

“I like Carnations,” the girl answered. She smiled at his question. Nobody asked her before, just if she liked flowers or not, or what flowers she would suggest to get someone on a first date. All these questions. But never what her favorite was.

“But these are roses,” Percy pointed out, motioning to the flower that now laid beside him. When she didn’t answer his statement, unsure of what to answer at all, he continued. “Didn’t that guy ask you about it before getting you one?”

“No,” she answered truthfully. “He only asked if I liked them and I said yes. I guess, it’s just because they aren’t that easy to get around here.”

“If a guy wouldn’t move mountains to get you even only a flower, he won’t move rocks to save your life,” Percy said, making the girl laugh at his quote. She liked the look on his face, like he was actually confused and embarrassed for that guy.

“That’s very sweet,” she said. Percy’s face turned red after he noticed how corny that sounded.

“I’m a very sweet guy,” Percy answered, holding his chin up in pride.

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows in amusement of his sudden confidence. “Oh, is that so?” She tried to play his game, but just one look into his green eyes made her swallow back the rest of her words.

“Yeah, you should go out with me instead.”

All of her assumptions about what he would say were thrown out the window after he said that. Her eyes widened a bit, her heart stopped before beating rapidly. Percy saw the color draining from her face and jumped from the cot, ignoring the pain in his ankle as he landed.

“What’s wrong?” He asked concerned, thinking something might took over her body. His hands found her waist to stabilize her body. He didn’t want her to fall to the ground inside the infirmary, like he did something to her.

“Are you playing with me?” She whispered, blinking her surprise away. Her head felt dizzy and patterns started to appear on the walls and everywhere else around her. In fear of blacking out, Y/n put her hands on Percy’s arms, tapping her finger against his skin to keep her mind occupied.

“What? No.” The boy was more worried than shocked at her assumption. Noticing her state, he called Laura over. The red head looked concerned at her friend.

“I will handle her, you should probably go,” she told Percy. He knew better than arguing in this moment, so he nodded and slowly bagged out of the big house.

When Y/n woke up the next day, Laura was already by her side. Waiting with breakfast next to her.

“Oh gods, finally, you’re awake.” Laura threw her arms around the girls body, knocking her back down on the pillow.

The morning was filled with the two girls talking about what happened after she blacked out. Laura was telling her how Percy used to look at her when he came into the infirmary, when a knock on the door sounded. Laura wandered over to the door, opening it. Her eyes lit up when she saw who was stood in the doorway.

“I’ll leave you to it,” she said to the person in front of her.

Y/n looked confused at first, not knowing who was at the door. Until a blonde teenage boy with a lanky figure was pushed into the room. Percy stood in front of her for a moment, remembering every little thing in her cabin. Her body found his gaze again and they softened for a second when he saw her messy hair and exhausted posture.

“You brought me flowers?” Y/n asked the boy, noticing the flowers in his hand.

“I did, yeah.” He walked over to her, standing beside her bed, handing the Carnations over to her.

“Thank you.” Tears began to prickle in her eyes again. She mostly hated how easily it was to get her to tear up and cry.

“Look, I’m sorry if I did anything to you or something, I don’t know. If I did, please let me know so I can change that.” Percy stopped talking when Y/n moved up to hug the boy in front of her.

“You did nothing wrong, Percy,” she assured him with her head on his shoulder. When she lifted her head up, she pecked his cheek before pulling him down to sit onto her bed.

They sat beside each other the whole day, talking and becoming closer over time. The flowers shining beside them.

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jaemsljn · 1 year

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Snow on Concrete | LHC

SUMMARY: You and Donghyuck had been on bad terms for many years now, even though you share a friend group. Your opinion of him is thrown of its axis, however, when you pull his name for Secret Santa. It seems your friend group had finally gotten sick of the tension between the two of you. Can you both get over your pride for the sake of Christmas? Or does it run too deep?

A/N: this is part of a series of fics I'm going to release leading up to Christmas!! I'm very excited its gonna be each nct dream member in a different christmas/winter scenario.. and I'm going to post a prompt list so you can request for other non dream members as well!! I hope you guys enjoy!!

PAIRING: haechan x gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 7121

GENRE: kinda angsty? enemies to lovers vibes, fluff at the end

WARNINGS: cursing, mark refers to reader as man and dude but that's just bc it’s mark reader isn’t actually gendered, mentions your grandma passing in childhood, I think that’s it let me know if I missed anything!

You weren’t quite sure the exact moment your years of not quite silent dislike for Donghyuck began, all you know is that it’s been lingering in the air for what seems like forever now. It didn’t help that you shared a friend group, meaning you had little to no chance of avoiding him.

You tried to like the boy, you really did. There was just something about how cocky he was, that stupid smirk he was always wearing, the color of his dumb eyes, and the way his voice sounded like a melody everytime he spoke that made you annoyed by his presence.

That’s why when Renjun informs you that Donghyuck’s going to be present when you guys hang out tonight you’re half tempted to say no.

“You’re being dramatic. It’s not gonna be that bad.” Renjun scolds as he practically drags you out the door to his car.

“Jun, I know you think it’s not that bad but the whole time we’re in a room together I can feel him quietly simmering at my very existence.”

Renjun chuckles at your dramatics, well used to this weird rivalry between you two.

“It’s not like he’s the only one! You give him nothing to work with, y/n. Do you expect him to be nothing but kind and friendly to you when you clearly don’t like him? Besides, he’s really not as bad as you think he is. You just have to give him a chance.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes at your far too optimistic friend and instead elect to just take pause as you hop into his passenger seat, closing the door behind you. When Renjun is in the car and beginning to start the ignition you continue the conversation.

“I’ve tried to like him I really have! There’s just something about him that irks me. And it’s not as one sided as you guys make it seem he’s said shitty stuff to me too. Even when he doesn’t say anything to me he’s always glaring at me like I just took out his entire family and burnt down his house.”

“I think you just take everything he does too personally if i’m honest with you, y/n. He doesn’t have this vendetta against you that you seem to think he does. Seriously. He’s never once said anything bad about you when you’re not around.”

You laugh sarcastically at his words, “I find that very hard to believe.”

Renjun sighs at your stubbornness and seems to give up on the conversation. He turns the radio up and you silently look out the window, feeling a little guilty.

The drive passes by somewhat quickly, not another word being exchanged between you and your friend.

When Renjun has finished parking you take a deep calming breath and get out of the car. You begin slowly walking towards Mark’s apartment, leaving enough time for Renjun to catch up to you before you make it to the door.

He rings the buzzer for Mark to let you in and sighs, yet again, before turning to speak to you.

“Will you please just try to get along with him? It’s almost christmas.”

You consider for a moment before relenting.

“Fine. But if he says something rude to me I’m not gonna just take it.”

“That’s fine. I’m not asking you to let him walk all over you. I’m just asking you to attempt civility for the sake of the holiday.”

As Renjun finishes his sentence the door buzzes open and you both begin your ascent up the stairs to Mark’s apartment.

The moment you knock at Mark’s door it swings open to reveal Donghyuck. Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

“Hey Hyuck.”

Donghyuck and Renjun pull eachother into some sort of bro hug and exchange greetings. You stand there, admittedly slightly uncomfortable, as you wait for the two boys to finish their moment.

When Donghyuck and Renjun turn to you you have to physically suppress the urge to frown at the aforementioned boy. Instead, you give him what hopefully looks like a polite smile.

He, in return, maintains a completely stoic expression and turns to walk into the apartment. So much for civility.

You look to Renjun with an eyebrow raised as to say Do you see what i’m fucking talking about?

But he just shakes his head and turns on his heels to enter the apartment. You let out one more self pitying sigh before quietly closing the door and walking into Mark’s apartment.

Mark’s place isn’t the biggest but it’s quite cozy. It’s in the middle of all of your guys’ places so you always end up hanging out here.

You walk further in and are met by the man in question standing in the kitchen grabbing a large amount of cups to assumingely get drinks for everybody.

“Oh shit! Hey dude! I’m glad you could make it. You mind helping me with all this?”

“Of course. I’m glad I could make it too I haven’t seen you in weeks.”

Mark smiles at your response, nodding sympathetically.

“Exams have been rough, man. We all missed you though! Why didn’t you come hang with us last weekend?” You silently begin helping mark pull down cups for the drinks as you continue your conversation.

“I was finishing up an essay for my english class. I missed you guys too though.”

Mark makes a face of realization where he stands at the fridge grabbing a diet coke for Donghyuck.

“Oh shit, yeah I think Hyuck mentioned that. Aren’t you guys in the same english class?”

You nod awkwardly. You did have the same english class, but, you’d never actually spoken to him in it.

“Well that sucks, man. I don’t know why she gave you guys an assignment so close to break. Uh, can you just grab those few drinks and i’ll carry these ones?”

You respond affirmatively and grab the few drinks Mark couldn’t carry and follow him towards the living room. As you walk in you overhear the end of a conversation.

Jeno is saying something about how who you assume is Donghyuck is “completely hopeless” based off the fact Donghyuck mutters a quick “fuck off” before they hear you and Mark enter and they suddenly get quiet.

“Hey! Look who the cat dragged in.” Jaemin is the first to speak. Jumping up to help you with the drinks before pulling you into a hug.

When you pull away Jeno is right behind him pulling you into another hug, greeting you as he does.

Then comes Chenle and Jisung doing so as well. When you’ve finally been passed around the room to all the boys that hadn’t greeted you yet you grab the free seat in between Chenle and Jisung on Mark’s tiny loveseat. Jaemin and Jeno are squeezed together on an arm chair that’s definitely made for one person. Jaemin is sitting more so on Jeno than the chair in a very typical Jaemin fashion.

Renjun and Donghyuck are on the couch, Mark coming to sit next to Donghyuck, handing him his coke as he does.

Chatter immediately fills the space, everybody lamenting about the exams they had just finished.

You get sidetracked in a conversation with Jisung about the newest Marvel movie that’s just been released when suddenly Mark is standing up and clapping his hands to gather everybody’s attention.

Donghyuck scoffs, “What is this a middle school assembly?”

The fact you have to hold back a laugh makes you somehow hate his presence even more. It seems the boy notices the fact you found him amusing because when you look up at him, barely contained giggle still present on your lips he simply smirks and looks back at Mark.

“Shut the fuck up, Hyuck. Anyways, i’ve made the executive decision that we’re gonna do secret santa. Nobody has the money to buy everybody gifts so this’ll be way easier on our wallets. I already have all the names ready so everybody come up one at a time and i’ll give you a random name.”

Jaemin is the first to stand, making grabby hands at Mark, who had at some point gotten out a bunch of folded pieces of paper from god knows where.

Mark gives Jaemin a slip of paper and announces that everybody should wait until we all have a name to look at them.

One by one everybody receives a name. You’re the last to go. You get your paper and sit back down at your spot on the loveseat.

Mark takes his spot back next to Donghyuck and tells everybody to look at their paper.

You slowly unfold the slip.

Motherfucker.

Written in black inc on the paper is the name you had wanted to avoid the most.

Donghyuck <3

And to add insult to injury Mark had put a little heart next to his name, almost as if he knew you’d be the one receiving it. That asshole.

You look up at the owner of the name on your paper and are shocked to find him already looking at you, an unreadable expression on his face. You avert your gaze embarrassed that you were caught looking at him and instead choose to pester Jisung to tell you who he got, trying to ignore that the entire time you can feel Donghyuck’s gaze burning into the side of your head.

“Jeno seriously! Just trade me! Just this once! I’ll do whatever you want!” You whine at Jeno from the passenger seat of his car. Renjun was staying late at Mark’s so Jeno offered to give you a ride home.

Jaemin laughs from the backseat clearly amused at your suffering.

“Jaemin… please… remember when I wrote your english essay for you? Remember that? Remember how kind and generous I was for doing that for you? Hm?”

Jaemin laughs even harder when you turn your begging to him.

“Neither of us are gonna trade you, y/n. This is kinda hilarious.” You almost hit Jeno for his love of your misery but decide not to just incase it made him accidentally crash the car you were all in. Well. On second thought, maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.

“Why did I have to pick his name? The universe hates me. What am I even gonna get him?”

Jaemin cannot seem to stop laughing at your misery. You throw a sharp glare at him which only doubles his clear glee.

“We’re not even supposed to know who you picked, yet you want us to also help you find a gift? Seems a little fucked up don’t you think, babe?”

“First of all, don’t call me babe when you’re laughing at my agony, Na Jaemin. Second of all, I know nothing about Donghyuck’s interests I seriously need help guys.”

The last time you’d heard Donghyuck talk about any of the things he likes it had been years ago and he wasn’t event talking to you. You’d just happened to hear him mention to Mark that he wanted this new playstation game that was coming out. There was no way he still wanted it or didn’t already have it.

“Um, I think he’s into music right now? He’s been mentioning this one band a lot but I don’t remember what they’re called.”

God bless Jeno for giving you something to work with.

“Okay, I can do something with that. Lemme check his social media.”

You pull out your phone and open twitter. You quickly locate his account in your recently searched.

You begin scrolling through his tweets desperately looking for anything mentioning a band or singer.

“Got it!” you pause, sending Jeno a wry glance, “Michael Jackson? Seriously, Jeno? You couldn’t remember Michael Jackson? And you thought he was a band?”

Jeno just shrugs at you and looks back to the road.

“Wasn’t he into collecting vinyls for awhile? Does he have Michael Jackson ones? That would be a good gift, right?”

“Oh yeah and you know nothing about his interests, right?” Jaemin responds with a teasing lilt to his voice.

“Ignoring Jaemin, yes he is still into collecting vinyls and no I don’t think he has any Michael Jackson ones.” Thank the lord.

“He doesn’t. He gave me a quote unquote vinyl haul at the apartment the other day and he didn’t have any Michael Jackson ones.” Jaemin answers, finally deciding to be helpful.

“Alright. I can work with that. This will be fine.” You say more to yourself than to the boys.

“Yeah you definitely don’t care what he thinks of you.” Never mind. Jaemin is never helpful.

“I don’t care what he thinks of me. I just don’t wanna be the grinch of the friend group.” Nobody in the car seems super convinced.

As you end your sentence Jeno pulls up to your apartment. You say goodbye to the boys, giving Jaemin a quick hug when he gets out to take your spot up front before waving them off and walking up to your place.

Alright. Michael Jackson vinyl. You got this.

You stop by a record shop the next day and pick out a few vinyls for Donghyuck. You get a couple really early ones, a few of his later works, and one that has his greatest hits on it for good measure.

On your walk back to your apartment you stop by the store to get some wrapping paper and tape and head back home.

Maybe this wouldn’t be as much of a shit show as you thought it would be.

The date you’d set to exchange your gifts approaches quickly. Chenle had told you he’d had to scramble to get his secret santa gift the day before and you’d laughed at him telling him you’d gotten yours the day after you’d hung out. You felt bad for whoever was receiving the gift Chenle had bought.

You’d gone a bit over the spending limit you’d all set, not even really knowing why. Maybe it was the christmas spirit.

Jeno and Jaemin pull up to pick you up, blasting obnoxious christmas music that you could hear from the stoop of your apartment.

You pull your coat tighter around you to combat the biting winter air and walk to his car as fast as you can.

The minute you’re settled in the back of the car Jaemin is turning to you and speaking with a teasing grin.

“So, did you get his gift?”

You roll your eyes at him before responding.

“Obviously I got him a gift, Jaemin. I wouldn’t just not get him anything i’m not that much of a dick.

Jeno mutters something under his breath along the lines of only to Donghyuck but you choose to ignore it for the sake of Christmas.

The car ride is spent with all of you loudly singing along to Jaemin’s holiday playlist.

When Jeno pulls up to your destination you begin to feel almost nervous. What if Donghyuck absolutely hated the gift? What if he already had all of these vinyls?

You pause for a moment.

Why do you care what Donghyuck would think about the gift? It’s not like you like him all that much anyways. You shrug it off as the holiday spirit getting to you once again.

Your thoughts are interrupted by Jeno opening your car door, clearly exasperated that you were taking so long judging off the sudden burst of chivalry.

The three of you make your way up to Mark’s apartment and the nerves begin to build again.

Why were you so anxious?

Jaemin knocks on the door, cutting the silence. This time Mark is the one to usher you all into the house.

He’d given all of you the same cheesy Christmas bag to put your respective gifts in so people couldn’t figure out who their giver was based off the wrappings. Pretty smart on his part in all honesty.

You three take off your winter gear and make your way into the living room. You find that all of your friends had beaten you there.

In the week you hadn’t been to his apartment Mark had decked it out in a shit ton of christmas decorations. He even had a small tree decorated in the corner of the room.

The room was dim and lit by christmas lights lining the corners of the walls and adorning the tree. He had his TV quietly playing christmas music, it was amazingly cozy and cute.

Everybody stands up to greet the three of you, Mark taking your gifts to set them with the rest of the ones sitting under the tree. You hug all the boys until you’re left staring at Donghyuck. You’re taken aback by how… well… adorable he looks.

He had a red sweater on that has “Merry Christmas” written in loopy letters on the front. The sweater is tucked into a pair of black skinny jeans that look absolutely amazing on him. His dark brown, almost black hair is parted in the middle, a few strands falling onto his forehead.

The boy just smiles awkwardly at your staring and you swear you can feel yourself begin to blush at the fact you’d been caught ogling the guy you supposedly dislike. You give him a strained smile back and move to sit next to Renjun and Jeno on the loveseat.

When you sit Renjun gives you a look. You don’t have the energy to decode what it means so you simply ignore it.

“Can we get on with the gift giving? I wanna see what my secret santa got me. As a fair warning though, if it’s another korean textbook i’m seriously hurting everybody in this room.” Chenle says, giving everybody a pointed glance.

He’s obviously still upset over last year’s gift exchange. You weren’t sure who got it for him because they’d never owned up to it. You have a suspicion that’s it was Jaemin because of the note that read “Our baby Chenle needs to study a little more. help jisungie too while you’re at it <3” that was included with it.

Mark agrees and makes quick work of beginning to pass out the gifts.

Your interest in your own gift is outweighed by your nervousness for Donghyuck to open his. You try to ignore the feeling but it gets the best of you and you glance over at the boy perched on the arm chair only to find that, once again, he’s already looking at you.

You notice the way he’s picking at the skin around his fingernails but quickly look back to your gift, not wanting him to notice you staring.

Mark finishes passing the presents out, not without a few comments from your friends, before he’s taking a seat next to Jisung and Jaemin on the couch. Chenle, who had been standing by the arm of the couch takes a seat on the floor in front of Mark.

Mark gives everybody the go ahead to open their gifts and your nerves double. You look over at Donghyuck for a moment before realizing you need to actually open your own present.

You reach into the bag and pull out a small box neatly wrapped in wrapping paper. The paper is covered in cartoon cats wearing santa hats and you almost coo at the sight. Jeno notices as well and comments on how cute it is. You begin to open the gift deliberately, careful not to rip the poor kittens to shreds.

You swear you hear Donghyuck let out a huff of amusement but don’t pay it much mind.

You finally get the wrapping paper undone and open the box housing your gift.

You gasp at the sight in front of you.

It was an exact replica of a pair of gloves your grandmother had made you when you were little. You absolutely loved them and had been heartbroken when you outgrew them. Your grandmother had passed when you were young so you couldn’t ask her to make you another pair so you simply kept the gloves in a drawer next to your bed, sad that you could no longer use them.

You’re in complete shock. You slip one of the gloves on to find they fit perfectly and your amazement doubles. The gloves were a shade of a darkish sky blue with a white heart on the wrist, accompanied with your name sewed into the right glove next to the little heart.

They were exactly the same as your last pair. You then belatedly notice a note in the bottom of the box.

“The only picture I had of them was the one you posted on instagram so i’m sorry if they’re not exactly the same. I really tried to match the colors as best as I could and told the lady to make them as close to the original as she was able to. Even if they’re not perfect I hope you like them. I know the last pair meant a lot to you. and i hope you don’t think it’s weird or anything for me to have these made…”

You don’t notice the tears leaking out of your eyes until Renjun is bumping his shoulder with yours and whispering to you.

“Are you crying?”

You nod shakily and turn to fully show him the gloves. Renjun having known you when you received the original pair, knew how truly adoring you were of those little things.

His eyes widen almost comically at the sight.

“Woah! Those are almost exactly the same! That’s insane!”

You sniffle a little and whisper back to your friend, “I honestly never thought of having somebody make me new ones. I cant believe somebody thought to do this… It really wasn’t you?”

Renjun shakes his head.

“I honestly wouldn’t have thought of that either. That’s amazing though. Makes me feel like my gift giving sucked.”

You let out a soft laugh and go back to admiring the glove on your hand. You stroke a soft finger over the embroidery of your name. It looks exactly the same.

Renjun nudges you once again and points to your bag, there was another box inside.

You smile gratefully and glance up at the others in the room, hoping they weren’t paying particular attention to your emotional outburst. You wanna immediately ask who got these for you so you can tell them how truly touched you are but you decide to wait until everybody’s done.

You look to Mark and find him holding a cheetah stuffie wearing a little snapback, clearly meant to look like him. Jisung next to him has a game for some sort of console, and Chenle below him is holding what looks to be a stuffed animal of a dog.

You then look over at Donghyuck. In what seems to be a new habit for him he’s already looking back at you. But, what shocks you is the soft, almost adoring smile on his face and the fact that his gift sits untouched in his lap. You widen your eyes at him in surprise and he immediately seems to snap out of his stupor and looks down at his gift, awkwardly scratching at the back of his neck, before beginning to unwrap the square shaped present in his lap.

You ignore the way your chest lights up at the smile directed at you and move your attention back to your own gifts.

You carefully remove the glove from your hand and set the pair back snugly into the box, along with the hand written note. You place the lid on top and gently set it back in the bag, scared to somehow damage them.

You pick up the next box and unwrap it with just as much care as before. You almost laugh when you open it and find a pack of pens and pencils sitting inside. It’s accompanied with a sticky note that says, “Since you always lose yours ;)”

The complete shift in mood from your two presents almost gives you whiplash. You did have a habit of constantly misplacing your pens and pencils. But, it confuses you even more about who your gift giver could be. You didn’t necessarily announce your constant missing writing utensils so it had to be somebody you share a class with.

That means it had to be Donghyuck who you share an english class with, or Jisung and Chenle who you share a history class with.

Before you can give it much real thought you remember that Hyuck is opening the gift you got him and look over to see his reaction.

The boy is excitedly flipping the assorted vinyls over in his hands one by one. A barely concealed eager smile adorning his face.

You feel a weight being lifted of your shoulders.

“Should we show off what we got and guess who got us what?” Jaemin asks the group.

Everybody gives various murmurs of agreement and Jaemin takes this as a cue to show off his gift.

“Okay I got this $50 starbucks gift card. Which is literally the price limit. So whoever got this for me I love and adore you. I also got this film for my camera. My guess is… My little Chenle baby?”

“How did you know?” Chenle’s response is almost immediate and very loud, earning a laugh from you and your friends.

Jaemin walks over to the seated boy and grabs at his cheeks, Chenle swatting his hands away.

“Because it was just thoughtful yet distant enough for it to be you.” Jaemin drags his words out and uses that cute voice he does in a typical Jaemin way that has everybody laughing yet again.

Chenle simply scoffs but can’t hide the smile on his lips.

“Alright, since Jaemin guessed you right you go now Chenle.” Mark announces.

Chenle stands from his spot on the floor and looks around at all of you almost… suspiciously?

“I got this plushie that looks like Daegal. My baby. Mark’s sister. The light of my life.”

“Okay Chenle we get it you really love Daegal.” Jeno cuts the boys praise off with a chuckle lining his words.

“It’s important for me to remind you all, Jeno. They also put this collar on it that has her name which is cute. My guess is…”

Chenle looks around yet again narrowing his eyes warily at everybody.

“My guess is Mark.”

Mark smiles at the boy and shakes his head lightly. Jisung then speaks up.

“It was me. I thought you could take it with you when you have to be away from her. So you don’t miss her and stuff.”

Chenle smiles and pulls Jisung into a bro hug, albeit a bit awkwardly because Jisung is still seated on the couch.

Having had his gift revealed Jisung is the next to stand, Chenle taking his seat, cradling the Daegal stuffed animal in his arms.

Jisung holds up the game he’d received.

“I got this game I’ve wanted for weeks now but didn’t wanna spend my money on because christmas was coming up. Renjun’s the only one i’ve really told about it so I’m guessing it was him.”

Renjun gives an affirmative nod and Jisung lights up with a smile.

“Thanks. I’m really happy I got this. You’re the best, my universemate for a reason.”

Renjun stands and gives Jisung a side hug, laughing as he speaks.

“Yeah, now I just have to listen to you play it all night.”

Jisung laughs a little bashfully and comes to sit next to you on the couch.

He leans over to show you the game he’s gotten, clearly ecstatic about it. You smile and tell him how cool it looks, not actually having any interest in the game but you know he’s excited.

“Okay, I got these really nice paints. I’ve mentioned them a few times but honestly they’re so expensive I thought i’d have to save up for them for awhile. I’m not really sure who got them but i’m just gonna guess… Jeno?”

Jeno lights up in that eye smile of his and stands up, telling Renjun it was in fact him.

Renjun, in a rare show of true unadulterated affection, pulls Jeno in for a tight hug and thanks him, which Jeno just laughs and brushes off.

Renjun once again sits next to you on the loveseat, this time in Jeno’s spot.

“I got biking gloves. Also, a new strap for my guitar which says my name. So fucking cool. My guess is Jaemin? No wait Mark. My guess is Mark. Final answer.”

Mark laughs and nods pulling Jeno in for another infamous bro hug.

“I’m glad you like them, man. I was so scared you were gonna think it was lazy or something.”

“What? No, these are so cool. Seriously, dude, thank you.”

Jaemin yells something about how cute the two boys are and with that Mark grabs his little cheetah and begins his presentation.

“It’s a cheetah stuffed animal with a snapback. I’m assuming it’s supposed to look like me? Super awesome. He’s like my son. I’m gonna guess Jaemin?”

“His name is Cheetah Lee. He is your son.” Jaemin says with a smile.

“Bro, how did you get this tiny little hat for him? It’s so tiny! I didnt know they made little hats!”

Marks amazement at that fact a tiny hat for stuffed animals exists is truly adorable and you know your friends agree with the fond smiles filling the room.

“I ordered it online. It wouldn’t be your son without a little snapback.”

Jaemin’s already found his gift giver so he gestures for you to stand up and show yours.

As you grab the little boxes you come to the realization that there’s only one possibility left for who gave these to you.

You stand there, eyes wide, staring at the boy in question trying to make sense of it all in your head. Donghyuck seems to be avoiding your gaze, keeping his eyes locked on his fingers that he continues to pick at.

You suddenly feel a little ill.

“Uh, y/n? You gonna go?” Jeno asks.

“Um, yeah. Yeah. Sorry. I got- I got distracted. Yeah, I’ll go.” Your friends seem a little confused at your sudden change in emotion but you try to ignore their questioning stares and attempt to swallow the emotion rising in your throat.

“Um, Okay so I got- Well when I was little I had these gloves my grandma made me. They were my favorite things in the whole world especially after she passed. At some point I outgrew them. And she was- Well y’know she passed so she couldn’t make me new ones. So i’ve just kept them in my bed side drawer all these years. I guess I posted them on instagram? And somebody had new ones made.”

You pause and try to blink away the tears filling your eyes, opening the box to show the the gloves.

“It seems dumb but i don’t know… those gloves meant so much to me and for some reason I just never thought of getting new ones made. And it’s crazy because these look exactly the same even down to the color of the thread that says my name.” A small hiccup leaves your mouth as tears begin to steadily flow from your eyes. This is… humiliating.

“I think I need a second… Just… give me a second.”

You’re immediately booking it to Mark’s front door, slipping your shoes on, and walking as fast as you can down the stairs to get outside.

It’s not until you’re outside that you realize it’s the middle of winter and your forgot your coat.

More tears leave your eyes as you look down at the gloves clasped in your shaky palms.

You distantly hear the apartment building door open and shut rather harshly. You turn and expect to see Renjun or even Mark but instead you’re met with Donghyuck standing in front of you.

His shoes are obviously hastily thrown on, he hadn’t even bothered to tie the laces and his heel was sticking out of one of them.

His coat was crooked on his body and his chest is rising and falling in rapid breaths.

You have no idea how to start. Before you can decide he’s sticking his arm out towards you. You’re confused for a moment before you realize he’s clutching your coat in his hand.

“You didn’t- Sorry I really took those stairs too fast.” He pauses to take a breath and you would’ve laughed if you weren’t fighting the urge to cry and maybe throw up.

“Okay, I think i’m good now. You left your coat. And your scarf. And I grabbed this hat but now that i’m actually looking at it I don’t even think this is yours.”

That manages to pull a teary laugh out of you.

“That’s Jisung’s hat.” You tell him through a few weak giggles. Of course Donghyuck would find a way to make you laugh through all of this. You wish it didn’t make you feel worse.

The sound of your laugh makes his face light up in a grin. He suddenly looks almost proud of grabbing the wrong hat.

“Well, wear it anyways. It’s cold.”

He hands you your coat first and you slip it on, followed by the scarf, and Jisung’s hat that is way too big for your head.

You look at the ground. Still not entirely sure how to say everything you’re thinking without it coming out as some sort of incomprehensible word vomit.

“Did you… Did you not like them? Because I’m sorry if i crossed a line I just thought-“

You cut him off before he can finish his sentence.

“Are you serious, Hyuck? I fucking loved them. It was so insanely thoughtful. These are probably the most meaningful gifts i’ve ever gotten and I just-“

The tears are back.

“I was such a dick to you. I was so mean to you for no real reason. And I told myself it wasn’t one sided but then you get these gloves made and how did you even know? That these gloves meant so much to me? I didn’t say it in the post.”

Donghyuck looks nervous to tell you but speaks nonetheless.

“I uh overhead you and Renjun talking a couple years ago. It was winter and you said something about the gloves and how every winter you think about them and your grandma… then you posted that picture recently and I kinda put it together. I guess i didn’t really know how meaningful they were but I assumed? You sounded so sad when you talked about it so I just… I don’t know I thought it would be a nice gift.” He’s scratching the back of his neck and shifting on his feet uncomfortably and you seriously think you’re gonna be sick now.

“I thought you hated me…”

Donghyuck’s eyes are wide when he looks up at you.

“No I never hated you. You just- well I knew you didn’t like me. And it’s embarrassing but I would get so nervous around you. i’m not usually like that. I just didn’t know how to deal with it… so i just avoided talking to you. And then at a certain point I guess you decided you really didn’t like me and honestly… it kinda hurt my pride,” He chuckles dryly before continuing, “It sounds so egotistical but it’s true. I didn’t think i did anything to make you hate me so much and it kinda pissed me off so I started being a little short when we did talk. But, seriously I never hated you. Never.”

You don’t even know what to say at this point.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry i was so mean to you when you didn’t do anything to deserve it. It was just- I don’t even know honestly. You would get so quiet around me that I just assumed you didn’t like me or something. God, Renjun was right I took everything you did so personally. Like whenever I caught you looking at me I assumed you were judging me and it hurt my pride so I just decided I didn’t like you. Once I decided that I was just unwilling to let go of it. God, I am such a fucking jerk Donghyuck. I’m so sorry. For all of it.”

Donghyuck is taking slow steps towards you now. You can’t stand to look at him so you keep your gaze locked on your shoes. But, you can hear the way the snow crunches under his (still untied) shoes as he takes steady steps to you.

Donghyuck softly pulls the gloves from your hands, you’d forgotten you’d still been holding them this entire time.

You’re a little confused at the action. Maybe he’s really just done with you at this point. He’s gonna take the gloves back and he’ll really hate you now.

You’re even more confused when he pulls you hand up and mutters a soft “hold it there” before he’s slipping the glove on your hand with gentle fingers.

He successfully secured the first glove and puts your hand back down at your side, pulling the other hand up to do the same.

This time when he’s done putting the glove on he keeps his grip on your hand, rubbing a little circle on it with his thumb.

“I’m not mad. I mean we both kinda did the same thing right? Just assumed that we hated each other and ran with it. I really like you. I have all this time and I still do. I get if you need time to get used to the fact I’m not praying on your downfall every second of the day like previously thought.” Again, Donghyuck manages to bring humor into any situation.

“But, I guess i’m asking you to go on a date with me. It doesn’t have to be tomorrow or next week or even this month but-“

You cut Donghyuck off by bringing your now gloved hands up to the sides of his face. You look into those big dumb brown eyes of his and cement yourself on what you’re about to do.

You lean in slowly. Giving him time to pull away if it’s not what he wants.

His eyes flutter closed as you get closer and you take it as permission, pressing your lips against his.

The, embarrassingly, many times you’d imagined kissing Donghyuck could never amount to what you were currently experiencing.

The moment your lips touch his he bring his ice cold fingers up to the sides of your neck, holding you into place.

You both ignore the small yelp you let out at the temperature of his hands.

His hold isn’t imposing or forceful but it’s firm, as if to say i’m here. I have you. Finally, finally, I have you.

You both pull away after a moment and you can’t help the adoring grin that spreads across your face, and grows even wider when you see Hyuck has one to match.

“Fuck yeah. Jeno said I was hopeless i’m gonna rub this in that fuckers face for years.” You can’t help but laugh at the fact that that’s his first thought after kissing you.

“Hold on. How did we end up getting paired up for Secret Santa?”

Donghyuck pulls his hands off your neck, thinking, and places them on your hips instead. You pull your hands off the sides of his face and settle them on his shoulders.

“Mark.” You both speak at the same time.

“I can’t even be mad. He really helped me out there.” Donghyuck says, wearing a shit eating grin.

“Honestly, yeah. I’ll forgive him since it worked out.”

Donghyuck is pulled you in by the belt loops of your pants as he speaks, smirk ever present, “Oh baby it more than worked out.”

Donghyuck captures your lips in his once again, and while you do thoroughly enjoy the feeling you’re beginning to realize how freezing it is.

Hyuck whines as you pull away again, chasing your lips. You give him a small peck to satiate him enough to let you speak.

“While I would love to stand here kissing you all day i’m freezing my ass off. Also, you literally don’t even have your shoes fully on your feet.”

Donghyuck seems like he just realizes this fact as he snaps his eyes down to his shoes that are, in fact, not even fully put on.

Donghyuck agrees to go inside with one more kiss. He’s then linking your hands together and taking slow steps towards the door. A little wobbly due to the state of his Converse.

“Can you not tell the guys I remembered the glove thing for years? They would never let me live it down.”

You walk back into the apartment building, laughter spilling from your mouth.

Maybe it wasn’t such a shit show after all.

little bonus scene!

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“Oh shit.” Mark mutters. Maybe this wasn’t his best plan after all.

The minute the door shuts Donghyuck is on his feet rushing after you. He grabs your coat and other winter gear off the hook and goes to run after you.

“Hyuck, you don’t have a coat on. or shoes.” Chenle yells after him, far too amused when their friend has just run away crying.

Donghyuck turns on his heels and rushes back to the shoe rack but in his haste his socked feet slip out from under him and he hits the floor with a loud thump.

Silence engulfs the room as Donghyuck sits there on his ass for a moment. Clearly embarrassed.

Jeno is the first to break out into a hysterical laugh and the rest follow quickly.

“If any of you mention this to y/n ever I will lose my fucking mind.”

The boys just nod at him, still doubled over laughing.

Donghyuck, with as much dignity as he can in his current situation, stands up and shoves his feet in his shoes. He then yanks his coat off the hook and forcefully slips his arms into it.

He got the wind knocked out of him when he fell but immediately runs to the door and just hopes you don’t notice how out of breath he is when he gets down there.

Mark yells something along the lines of “go get ‘em tiger” but it’s barely understandable through the laughter shaking his body still.

The only response they get from Donghyuck is a middle finger before the door is slamming and the apartment is left only with the sounds of laughter.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed!! ill be releasing the other members over the course of December. ill post the master list for that in a moment. ill also post a prompt list so you can send requests for skz members or non dream members!! happy holidays!!

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paint-it-red-and-black · 5 months

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i was tagged by lovely @loveyougoodbi to do an F1 wrapped. so, here are my results!

i want to elaborate a bit. it was damn hard to do these tops, especially the drivers one. i literally battled with myself for every position ._.

DRIVERS:

1. Charles Leclerc

i adore him as a pilot and as a person. his driving style is exciting and desperate, always on the limit. his fearlessness, his passion for the sport, his loyalty. on the track Charles Leclerc is literally the embodiment of fire and red. i dream of seeing him in a decent car and in my opinion Charles' WDC is only a matter of time.

2. Max Verstappen

Max is perfect on the track. his mistakes are minimal, his calculation and calmness are amazing. i admire his eternal straightforwardness and honest expression of his opinions. i love his dry and sarcastic humour. he is a very strong man who in no way deserves to be booed for his victories.

3. Lando Norris

this boy is a ray of sunshine. protect him and take care of him. and please, for fuck's sake, let 2024 bring him his first victory... as soon as mclaren picked up the pace in the second part of the season, it became immediately apparent what a serious opponent Lando could be on the track. one of the reasons why i have Mexico in my top races is because of his magnificent breakthrough from P19 to P5.

4. Fernando Alonso

is it even necessary to write anything here? how can you not like Alonso? he's even got the best fucking tiktok acc i've ever seen!!!

5. Alex Albon

this man is too fast for Williams. i'm sorry he's spending these years not in a top team, i hope to see him in positions higher up. Alex always makes the most of the car, pulls it in the points and continues to stay positive. he gives off so much warmth that it can't help but make me happy c:

RACES:

1. Las Vegas

everything about it was ✨beautiful✨. from the absolutely awful beginning to the fabulous end. last lap overtake from Charles made me scream. the chaotic start and the amount of overtaking and fighting – oh fuck yes, i honestly didn't expect that. (and sphere was a big plus lmao)

2. Singapore

the only race where RBR had problems led to the fact that we saw a battle for first place from four (4!) cars at once. Carlos took over as Ferrari's strategist and i was honestly very happy to see Carlando on the podium and their genuine embrace c:

3. Zandvoort

chaos? chaos. 186 overtakes. every fucking weather condition. cheering fans. positions changing at the speed of light. liam lawson – what? fernando alonso – WHAT?! and yeah, Max Verstappen still wins the gran prix.

4. Mexico

red bull gives wings right at the first corner. it was great to see both Charles and Lewis on the podium after being disqualified at the previous race. i already mentioned Lando's breakthrough but DAN RICCARDO. he tore everyone and everything. dramatic race i'd say.

5. Monza

it was nice to see ferrari leading the race in Monza. even if only for 15 laps. in 2023, that's a lot for someone who isn't Max. but of course the main highlight is how i almost ended up with heart attack because of the fight between Carlos and Charles in the last laps. but that's what formula 1 should look like. and it was great.

TEAM:

i wrote that it's Red Bull, but i feel a need to mention that because my favourite drivers are all from different teams, it's hard for me to pick just one. when i first started watching formula 1, i would claim to be a Ferrari fan (well i still am...), but the further i got, the more pain and disappointment i got supporting this team and more and more of my respect red bull started to gain. they have a reliable car and strategies. quick pitstops, absolute precision and coordination. they are a team and they deserve every their win this season. now I truly admire RBR.

okay thank you for reading! tagging some people that came to my mind, i'm sorry if you've already done that and i just haven't seen it 😭

no pressure! ignore if you don't feel like it c:

@little-racing-driver @nico-di-genova @tsarinablogs @aduckinpain

link to make an F1 wrapped

#f1 wrapped #f1 #charles lecrelc #max verstappen #lando norris #fernando alonso #alex albon #las vegas gp 2023 #singapore gp 2023 #dutch gp 2023 #mexico gp 2023 #monza gp 2023 #red and black tag games

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svtjinny · 11 months

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JUYEON :: GAME CATERERS x SVT | 02

[editors captions] | speaking warning: food mentions for context, during the filming of game caterers she was blonde. she dyed her hair again soon after.

ep 2-1

jinny's first part is in like the first few seconds lmao

she was wandering around with hoshi & vernon

she was third in the shop line behind hoshi

for her task, jinny had to name a foreign candy brand

[ (Foodie gets a question right up her alley ) ]

she named the first american one she could think of and took the earth arcade plushie [we'll pretend dk took something else..]

[ (Can you spot the difference between her and Torong?) ]

you can see her sitting with woozi & watching jun eat the lemons !!

then after she goes around and lays in the grass with hoshi & shua with her prize

[ Jinny joins them with Torong ]

she doesn't go again after getting her prize but she does sit and watch

jinny didn't talk much soo there wasn't that much of her here

when myungho did the relay & went to the back, the camera zoomed into her telling him you're so cute, gēgē~

[ (Winner compliments another winner) ]

jinny : [when seungkwan said wwksb to dino] seungkwannie.. stop being open minded..

jinny can be seen sitting with the others a couple of times but for the most part she just sits there quietly talking to the members

there was a cut of her talking about torong to a staff member saying how cute it was and how happy she was to get it

the staff was looking at her so fondly..

everyone loves jinny :sob:

her last scenes were her walking into the break room, sitting with jeonghan, and laying her head on his shoulder

she also helped clean the spill !!

[ (Was laying down right next to the mess) ]

[ (Stood up second) ]

thats it for 2-1

ep 2-2

PLEASE this was made for jinny omg.

she was on hoshi & seungkwans team because she grabbed hoshi by reflex LMAO

she sat in the middle

yes there could have been 7 teams of 2 but idc.

jinny : ["why are you disappointed?"] don't be disappointed, oppa~ we'll lead you to victory!

[ (Holding hands as they go) ]

[ Dramatic/Torong/Tiger ]

jinny : ["were you attracted to your partner by instinct?"] woah.. we totally were..

seungkwan : why does that sound so sarcastic..

jinny : don't worry about it. [eng]

she made everyone laughksejrjhuih

[ (These three are notorious for teaming up against one another) ]

[ (Today they're working together) ]

for the flaws hoshi & seungkwan agreed on the fact that jinny argues too much on shows LMAO [playfully..]

jinny : a flaw? hm. for seungkwan-oppa, he's too picky.. and for hoshi-oppa, he's, like, obsessed with tigers..

she can be seen a few times talking with seungkwan & hoshi and yells the slogan with them

jinny smiled so big when pd said it was a music quiz

[ K-pop professors at MIT ]

jun / woozi : that's what seungkwan and jinny are good at

[ (K-pop prof) (K-pop producer) (Performance Team leader) ]

[ The best players teamed up ]

hoshi : shinee

seungkwan : sher -

jinny : - lock!

my boosoonyeon crumbs i love them

jinny ate that dance up let me tell you.

[ (Living up to their team name) ]

jinny : i would've been disappointed if we didn't get that, the dance is engraved in my brain

[ (They did a cover of the song for MAMA 2018) ]

[ (And again at the HYBE Family Picnic) ]

yes im writing that cover in because we all know svt would absolutely end if they covered sherlock

she got up so fast for stayc !!! yoon's jinny biased btw.. (luckiest carat ever?)

they didn't get it but she still danced

jinny : ASAP!!

[ (Jinny) (Wrote a song on this album) ]

[ (Punch) ] [ (Punch) ]

when drink less and talk more said the 4th (5th? i forgot pls) it was seventeen she was so confused LMAO

jinny : really? thats seventeen? baby you helped make this song.

[ (JINNY) (Composed most of SEVENTEEN's songs) ]

[ ('CLAP' composed by JINNY) ]

[ They didn't recognize their own child? ]

please jinny just banged her head on the table in disappointment

giving jinsoul hitting her head..

hoshi / seungkwan : ..??? are you okay ???

[ (Disappointed in herself) ]

jinny : ["jinny, what happened?"] i..have no words. you cheated me. [eng]

shua and vernon were giggling.

jinny : ["but someone still got it"] still!

5th song!! you already KNOW jinny jumped up from her seat

the three of them are still splitting the songs into three syllables sobbing

[ ('Hype Boy' produced by JINNY) ]

[ (I'll dance over here then) ]

she was still close to the table and they went to the far right side...

[ (Let's play together) ]

jinny : i love this song. newjeans, i love you. [eng]

[ (A message for the bunnies) ]

jinny : seungkwannie, you just embarrassed yourself in front of the camera..

jinny : don't cut that out please!

[ (Don't worry Jinny, we won't) ]

the amount of force jinny hit hoshi with at txt istg.

she was sitting not paying attention and then all she hears is "run for you"...

the second time around she was the one who said run away

cause she didn't trust hoshi LMAO

[ (Jinny, who's brother is a TXT member) ]

[ (Disappointed in her teammate, but still dances with charm) ]

that was her last scene bcz she took a bathroom break and then got carried away while getting a snack.. yes she confirmed it herself..

#svt ; jinny #svt au #svt oc #seventeen female addition #seventeen female member #seventeen addition #seventeen added member #seventeen 14th member #kpop extra member #kpop female oc #kpop added member #kpop addition #kpop oc #fake kpop idol #idol!oc #idol!au #idol oc

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komotionlessqueenmm · 1 year

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Hellhound

(1-3)

Short story # 17

✨Fandom(s) - Wednesday (series) & Misfits (sorta)

💍Pairing - Tyler Galpin X (Y/n) Wolfgang Von Frankenstein

🕯Summary - You're new to Nevermore, and already you've made a few friends. And despite having different styles, you agree to go into town with them to go shopping. But when that gets boring you decide a nice hot drink would be a perfect way to kill some time. Who knew you'd also meet a cute boy while at it.

⚠️Warning(s) - General cussing probably, but other than that this one's okay.

📝Note(s) - You are now the little sister of Doyle and Jerry from the Misfits. I'm changing the Misfits timeline to fit this story better, as the guys are only a few years older than you. (Like 5 or so) Also in this world the Misfits are Outcasts, they ain't Normies!

🗝Key information - We're pretending that Wolfgang Von Frankenstein is your families last name because it's wicked.

🌬Year posted - 2023

📖Reading time roughly - 6 minutes.

🙈Rating - SFW/NSFW

◈ Pt.) 1 | Pt.) 2 | Pt. 3

"Awe please please please!" Natasha bugged her deary new friend, who gave her an unamused look before sighing dramatically. "Yes!" Natasha threw her arms in the air in victory, knowing she'd finally convinced (Y/n) to go shopping in town. "You do realize this isn't exactly my scene right?" (Y/n) pointed out while Natasha texted the others to meet them in front of the school. "Oh I know." She mused sarcastically as she observed (Y/n)'s outfit. (Y/n) in turn rolled her eyes fondly as she followed her friend out of their shared dorm. "Finally!" Enid gushed as they approached her and their mutual friend Kayla. "You two took forever!" She added with a pout. "Please." Natasha scoffed, leading the group out to the bus that would take them into town.

Once they reached town the girls lead (Y/n) into several corny stores, that just screamed girly. And as they neared the third store, a dress shop, (Y/n) decided she'd had enough. "Hey I saw a coffee shop just down the street, I'm just gonna go hangout there until you guys are done." (Y/n) explained before they could rush off into the store. "But we're having so much fun." Enid pouted making (Y/n) chuckle softly. "You guys are." She pointed to the various bags each girl held, before sticking her free hands into her back pockets. "Well... Okay." Enid agreed begrudgingly, smiling brightly when (Y/n) gave her a grateful nod. "I'll see you guys in a little while." She called out before spinning on her heel and heading for the coffee shop. The girls all waved then rushed into the store in a fit of excited giggles, as they had with all the other stores as well.

"How can I help you?" The young man working the register asked with a prim smile, something (Y/n) had found rather amusing. "I actually have no idea what I want." She peered at the menu, unaware of how intensely the guy was observing her. "Well I know I want a hot drink." She mused before looking back to the rather attractive guy. "You know what, just surprise me." She shrugged, making him chuckle. "Okay three dollars then." He knew just what to make her. "Oh and I need your last name." He added after storing the money away. "Wolfgang Von Frankenstein." (Y/n) chimed without a second thought, an amused chortle escaping her at the bewildered look on his face. "My first names (Y/n) if that would be easier." She peered at his name tag. "Tyler." She added with a playful wink, Tyler chuckled nervously as he ducked his head to hide his blush. "Yeah that'll be easy." He agreed before getting to work on her order.

(Y/n) hummed in contempt as she walked over to a booth, sitting to where she was facing the store her friends were in. And within just a few minutes Tyler came over with her order. "Here you go (Y/n), one white chocolate latte." He smiled as he placed it in front of her, the decorative skull in the foam making her grin. "How'd you know?" She mused as he slid into the booth across from her. "I'm really good at what I do." He shrugged casually. "So why ask for my name if you were just going to bring it to me?" (Y/n) pried as she grasped her cup, the warmth of the drink warming her chilled hands. "I wasn't sure I could convince my coworker to let me take my brake early." Tyler admitted, making (Y/n) chuckle. "And what makes you think I want you pestering me?" She asked with a playful grin. "I can tell." He fired back with his own smile. "Very well." She shrugged with a dramatic flourish, effectively making him laugh.

After a few short moments of simply observing eachother, Tyler broke the quiet that had settled. "Wolfgang Von Frankenstein huh?" He tilted his head with a thoughtful look. "Seems like an odd name." He added without thought. "To you perhaps, but to me it is all I've ever known." (Y/n) stated before sipping her drink, a soft moan of approval escaping her at the taste of her latte. "So you must be a student at Nevermore." He wondered. "Yep I just transferred this semester." She nodded her head. "Made any friends yet?" He crosses his arms on the table. "A few. People really like me so it's never difficult." (Y/n) let her fingers dance along the side of the cup. "Were you born with that?" Tyler suddenly asked, his eyes locked onto her hands. "No... It's an affliction from something that happened a few years ago." She peered down at her inky black fingers, while Tyler looked to her mouth decorated with black lines.

"Even that part?" He asked. And (Y/n)'s pitch black stained tongue poked out and swept across her bottom lip, revealing that her gums and teeth even had a black hue to them. "Yes." She nodded her head. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked." Tyler shook his head, embarrassed that he'd brought it up. "It's okay, you're only curious." (Y/n) brushed it off with a shrug. After a few long moments, Tyler once more broke the quiet. "So do you have any siblings?" He asked with honest curiosity. "I have two older brothers." (Y/n) nodded her head as she pulled her phone out, quickly pulling up a picture of her brothers, and showing him. "The one on the left is Doyle, we're as thick as thieves. And the guy on the right is the eldest, Jerry, we're pretty close, but we don't quite bond the same way me and Doyle do." (Y/n) smiled as she thought about her brother's, whom she hadn't seen in nearly four months.

"They seem interesting." Tyler chuckled softly. "Their trouble." (Y/n) mused with a cheeky grin "Okay so I gotta ask... Is it a tattoo? Or just makeup?" Tyler asked as he pointed to Doyle. "Ah well neither actually..." (Y/n) chuckled softly at the confusion on the young man's face. "An affliction?" He wondered. "Nope." She shook her head. "I don't get it." He admitted. "Well it's the byproduct of dabbling with eastern dark arts." She shrugged casually. "What kind of dark arts?" Tyler asked as he scooted forward a little, clearly intrigued. "Necromancy to be exact." (Y/n) admitted before sipping her latte. "Why was your brother messing with necromancy?" The barista wondered aloud. (Y/n)'s eyes cast out the window, catching sight of her friends exiting the dress shop. "Maybe another time." She excused herself to follow after her friends. "I'll call you sometime." Tyler hollered after her, making (Y/n) chuckle as she spun on her heel to look at him. "I never gave you my number." She pointed out. "Maybe next time." She added with a wink, making Tyler chuckle as she left.

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ichorblossoms · 2 months

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@magnolia-sunrise was talking abt their oc voices and asked me abt mine so i'm gonna ramble abt that under the cut yeehaw

for the most part they have unique voices in my brain, whether or not i a) have voiceclaims for them b) can articulate what those voices sound like c) can actually write them with different voices is another story but i'm giving it my best shot jfjdjjdjf

grimm- i answered this ask awhile ago and said i didn't have a voiceclaim for them and that was not entirely true bc the beginning of this song to the ~30 second mark is closeish to what i image their voice to be like. i found this song abt a month before i created honeybee so it's Embedded in my mind as a honeybee song despite it only partially fitting hdfgklfhd (timestamped where the lyrics begin)

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basically low with a slight raspiness? breathiness? grimm definitely speaks with more of a drawl/twang/cowboy accent than this singer tho (its singing voice is NOT like this at all btw). it also might have some sort of almost-lisp or sound like it's talking around smthin in it's mouth bc its got bonus fangs and its jaw likes to act up

bc of said fangs it doesn't move it's mouth much when talking so that results in a sort-of mumble. concise when they talk, but not clipped unless the situation calls for it. they'll hold a conversation just fine but they're defs someone you can have a whole conversation with and only realize after the fact that you still know almost nothing about them. also will deliver jokes with a deadpan

yarrow- their voice has actually changed a bit from my initial perception in that ask bc i'd say their voice is actually more mid-range and not low, just a guy who's been on t for several years. don't have any refs off the tops of my head, but they have a situational/varying accent depending on who they're talking to, having grown up in a metropolitan area but moved to a rural one later on- smthin that ranges from a slight drawl/twang to an "average" western american accent. VERY expressive and prone to rambling and talking too fast- he's not unsure of himself when he speaks, just has a lot of thoughts all the time, so he'll backtrack to other ideas and restate things and trail off adhd-style. good at being social, and lot of his charm comes from being polite/knowing when to be nice. has definitely adopted a philosophy of "it's okay if i'm weird because people are fine with it if you're nice"

some bonus writing of these two

depending on whose pov the chapter is from i do try to make it sound like their voice/thought process but i am very much of the first draft and don't know what i'm doing ✌️✨

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bc they've existed in my brain for so long, most of the ttw characters also have Voices and i wanna ramble abt them too hehe

serena- originally roberta colindrez' performance in alice isn't dead was The Voiceclaim for her but not quite anymore; i think there's defs a quality to her voice in that performance that aligns with serena's voice, but nowadays i imagine her voice to be a little bit lower and rougher (also timestamped)

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she's pretty terse when she talks, but serena's funny bc most of her external standoffishness really is just an awkwardness that comes across as more bitchy that she'd like. but also she is Very sarcastic and has a low tolerance for ppl being dumbasses around her, so how fortunate she is to be in the company of chucklefuck 1 and 2 (pyrithaea and vance) for most of the story.

pyrithaea- there's a line in marigold by mother falcon that i animated a few years back and it's pretty solidly Her Voice. higher-pitched and can get annoying to some people, esp bc she talks a lot and too fast (also adhd style). very expressive and at times dramatic when she talks, doesn't have a full-blown "valley girl" accent but it's there

vance- the music video for still feel by half alive has been very intertwined with vance's whole vibe for like six years, and the lead singer's voice is pretty in-line with how i imagine his voice, except vance's voice might sit in his chest a bit more, if that makes sense? also talks a lot, not as fast as rithaea, but more prone to saying things that don't quite make sense hfgkfdhg. also very expressive and dramatic and gay with hints of that same valley girl accent

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leon- actually funny bc the best voiceclaim i have is fucking. gerard way. raspy and kind of nasally and grating

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always kind of sounds like their smiling regardless of if you can hear them. also the fucking laugh in this video is their vibe. not their laugh all the time but

skylar and phil don't have as-solid voices yet. skylar's defs smthin androgynous and phil...sounds like a zombie but idk if i want undead and raspy or smthin more light and ghostly yet

bonus ttw writings hehe

#i don't listen to podcasts much anymore so most of the auditory stuff i consume nowadays is music #actually i do listen to podcasts and video essays a lot but it's mostly nonfiction and it's weird saying like 'this exact person sounds lik #my oc' or at least if feels like it'd be weird. idk #also i cannot for the life of me articulate what i mean by western american accent bc i'm just like 'they talk how i talk'#<bitch what do you MEAN #i am sososo self-conscoius abt showing ppl my writing bc idk if it's good but i'm reminding myself tht i am LEARNING and TRYING #also i haven't touched the 96-page ttw doc in a few months it was actually fun rereading it i love how insane everyone is #also hilarious tonal contrast to honeybee at times #but also not bc i'm like. oh yeah that's right the Running Themes #the blood the monstrosity etc. etc. etc.#rambles #honeybee #thicker than water #grimm #yarrow #serena #pyrithaea #vance #leon #asks #not an ask technically but. in that vibe #writing

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be-with-me-so-happily · 2 years

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Summary: Y/N applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.

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CHAPTER 24 -

BUT IS THERE SOMETHING THAT CAN BE NEGOTIATED?

A/N: I think I need to go lay down after this one. I hope it brings you beautiful people just some of the things you've been looking for.

Warnings: Some language, angst, high emotions

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March 28th, 2015 - Concert Day

As you sit on the couch that is tucked away against a wall in the main dressing room, you try not to giggle. You got there early with the girls to surprise Amelia, and feel like a little kid about to pull a fun prank on her mom.

She walks in and goes straight to the racks.

"Okay ladies, this will be a little different, but it's the same process and we are just rolling with the punches." She states.

"I can help…" You utter casually.

Her head snaps over to where you are sitting and her mouth drops.

"You've gotta be kidding me?" She chuckles, taking long strides as she stretches out her arms for a hug. She pulls back a bit, as if she's double checking it's really you, and pulls you in for another hug.

"I wanted to be with everyone right now, for a few days." You explain.

"I'm going to pretend you didn't say 'for a few days' and be in ignorant bliss. But either way, I'm happy to see you, girlie." She exclaims.

"Ditto."

"But, I'm not going to make you work." She stated.

"Please? I want something to do." You beg.

"As much as I want to let you, I actually can't." She pouts, and you follow with your own.

"Fine!" You scold, sarcastically. "I'll go watch the soundcheck or something."

"Oh." She leans in. "Have you… seen all the boys?"

You nod. "Yesterday."

"You were here yesterday and you didn't come see m-" she shakes her head and smiles. "That's not important. Did you… talk to Harry?"

"A little, casually." You reply.

"And are you okay?"

"Oh yeah. I'm fine. It was cordial. We're both moving on." You smile.

"Hmm." She responds, causing you to question her expression.

"What?"

"No. Nothing. I'm… just glad it wasn't awkward for you both, that's all."

"Okay… Well, since I'm banned from helping, I'll just wander the halls like a stray puppy and come back later to beg for attention." You dramatically drag your feet as you walk out the door.

You figure you'll hang out with Levi, and find your way past the stage to the sound booth.

"How's it going?" He asks.

"Got kicked outta the dressing room." You reply with a chuckle.

"No I meant… how's it going…" he responds.

"Oh. People need to stop worrying, everything is fine. We're both moving on."

"Hmm." He mumbles, exactly the same way as Amelia did.

"Okay, what?"

"Huh? Oh! It's good you're moving on, and with Ryan." He says as he gives you a side hug as squeezes you in. "You've really been missed around here though."

"Yeah, yeah." You roll your eyes.

"How about two more songs boys?" Shouts the lead sound engineer. "Do 'Story of my Life' and then finish with 'You and I' okay?"

The guys stop messing around for a minute and start the song. They move around as they sing, and you smile as you see them in their element up there. All except Harry, who seems to be focused on the floor more than anything.

"Sounds good guys!" Shouts the engineer. "Now run through 'You and I' please."

They head to the very top of the ramp, where they usually enter from at the encore, as the mic stands are set up. Niall walks down first, followed by Liam, with Harry and Louis bringing up the rear. Liam is finishing up his verse and suddenly Harry's gaze focuses over to the sound booth, motioning that he needs something adjusted. He suddenly freezes, staring right at you, before returning his gaze to the floor.

(You and I)

You and I

We don't wanna be like them

We can *cough* til the end

No nothing can…

You and…

Concerned, your head snaps over to the sound engineer. "Does he need his inhaler?" You whisper.

"Harry, do you need your inhaler, man?" He asks.

"Sorry. All good. Sorry." He bends down and shakes his head, grabbing his water and taking a big gulp.

"Let's run it through again, starting with Liam's last lines." Says the engineer.

Did they ever hold each other tight like us?

Did they ever fight like us?

You feel emotions bubbling up inside and you take a deep breath to ground yourself. Harry's facing forward but you see his eyes flicker back to you.

You and I

We don't wanna be like them

He starts projecting a lot, which they don't usually do during soundcheck, to save their voices.

We can make it til the end

No nothing can come between

You and I

You can't help but start to tear up. He glances over again just as you are wiping some away.

Not even the gods above

Can separate the two of us

"You okay?" Levi asks, but you quickly leave the sound booth and rush to get out of there.

No nothing can come between

You and I

Harry's sigh rings through the speakers, as you run through the curtain that leads backstage.

Oh, you and I

You reach one of the bathrooms and frantically push the door open. As you lean over the sink, you try to catch your breath.

[Maybe this was all a big mistake. Maybe you shouldn't be here]

You ground yourself with some calming breaths, straighten yourself up, and point to yourself in the mirror.

"You can do this." You inhale. "You're here for your friends!" You splash some water on your face, dry off with a paper towel, and head out.

"Woah! Y/N!" You hear, in a very Irish accent.

You look up and see that you whacked Niall with the door.

"Shit. Sorry."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, are you okay? I hit you…" you reply.

"I mean… are you okay? You looked upset."

You choke back the lump in your throat.

[You can do this!]

"Oh yeah. I, uh, just… really had to pee." You reply, hoping that you were convincing.

"Y/N… come on… I know you better than that." He states, giving you a stern and inquisitive look.

[Nope, not convincing at all]

You sigh. "Niall, it's nothing." You put one hand on his shoulder. "I'm fine."

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "You're just as bad." He whispers.

"What?"

"Oh. You're just bad at lying."

"So tell me what you think it is, smarty pants?" You put your hands on your hips.

"I think you miss all of this." He puts his hands on his own hips. "And frankly, I think you miss Ha-"

"Don't." You shake your head. "I don't miss him. We're moving on."

"Hmm." He replies.

"Why does everyone keep responding like that?" You snap.

"Y/N, we all love you. But we don't really believe that… like, at all."

"Why not?" You question.

"You don't… ah… you just don't seem super happy. You're not the superstar Y/N I met on tour last year."

"Maybe that's because I'm not on tour anymore." You respond.

"Maybe you should be." He wraps one arm around your shoulders in a side hug, and walks back with you to the dressing room.

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You decide to lay low the rest of the day, and watch the concert in the common room with the rest of the crew.

"It's kind of crazy how normal this still feels." You state, standing off to the side as you watch the screen.

Natalie steps away, just slightly, before looking over at you. "That's because you still belong here." She replies.

You go to swat her arm, but look over when you realize you can't reach. She laughs and you stick out your tongue.

A new song starts playing, which causes you both to give your attention back to the screen, but you drop your head and sigh.

She notices and wraps one arm around your shoulders. "Sorry, honey, I just like you being here."

"I do too. But…" you sigh.

"I know." She replies. "I know."

You listen to the rest of the show, bouncing and singing along with the songs. You definitely can't hold yourself back from that.

However, as the encore approaches, you know what song is coming up next and take the opportunity to go back to the dressing room to hang out.

"Hey girlie!" Amelia grins as you walk in. "You just wanna play with the clothes, don't you?" She giggles.

You chuckle, but nod along, not wanting to admit the real reason you're hiding back there. So you comb through the racks, chatting about the job she got for you, and commenting on who in the band is evolving their style a little.

You come across a purple-blue shirt with paisley design. Without thinking, you hold it up to show Amelia. "This is a cool top!"

She instantly smiles.

"What?" You ask.

"You can't help yourself, can you?" She laughs, and you sarcastically scoff as you put the shirt back.

"I'm just saying, you're a natural, and if I didn't love Deidra so much… I would hate her for having you." She chuckles.

"I'm sorry A. But I really, really appreciate you getting me that job." You thank her.

"I just sent her your name, girlie. You are what impressed her." She grabs your forearm and squeezes it. "But now that you're here, I'm keeping you here!" She lets out a dramatic, evil laugh and you just shake your head.

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March 29th, 2015 - Concert Day

On the front of the racks, you see the purple-blue paisley shirt that you had shown Amelia the day before.

"Are you just teasing me with that now?" You ask, darting your eyes between Amelia and the shirt.

"Not trying to tease… just liked that choice. It is what it is." She giggles as she shrugs.

"Well, whoever's wearing it will look fantastic! Even if I can't take credit." You stick your tongue out at her.

Amelia's eyes dart towards Natalie, Jade, and Dana, and your stomach starts to drop a bit.

"Wait… whose rack is that…?" You ask, already knowing the answer. You hadn't given much thought to it yesterday, because you weren't doing any 'work', you were just making a comment.

Amelia giggles.

"Of fucking course it is." You exclaim.

"All I'm gonna say is that you've still got it girlie. Still a pro at this. Still got the magic touch."

The other girls laugh.

"I hate you all." You chuckle.

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You watched the show, once again, in the common room with everyone else. The guys had mentioned that you could be out in the audience if you wanted, but that didn't feel like a good option to take. You didn't want to get too emotional, and you didn't want to run out of there because you were getting too emotional. But, you wanted to at least watch it, to be a support, even from backstage.

After the show, the guys invite you to Niall's suite, just to hang out one more time before you leave tomorrow. Amelia gives you huge hugs, and gives one last attempt to get you to stay, before you promise to keep in touch and make your way out.

"Okay, food is here." Niall states, causing you all to make your way to the couches and floor. Once again, the memories of Ronnie Wood's suite come flooding back to your mind, and your eyes instinctively find Harry. You turn away immediately, joining into a conversation between Levi and Liam.

"You good?" Natalie whispers.

You smile and nod. "Yeah, I've just missed this." You admit. "But I don't wanna hear you tell me I should stay." You chuckle.

As conversations die down, Niall sits up tall and clears his throat. "Since it's Y/N's last day before she abandons us again," he looks at you but is met with your scowl. "Oops, sorry Superstar. Before she… leaves… I think she should get to choose the movie we watch."

"What? No." You shake your head.

"Just do it." Louis states.

You think for a second. "Okay, don't make fun, but I choose 'Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory' please." You grin.

A few of them giggle.

"It's fun! I love that movie!" You argue.

"I love that movie, too." Harry softly states, eyes fixed on yours. You suddenly don't have the ability to make any kind of movement or expression, and no one else is speaking.

"Oh, yeah. Me too!" Niall adds, breaking the silence and mild tension.

You see Harry subtly smile as he looks over to the TV.

With Natalie and Levi cuddling up on the couch, Niall sits down next to you on the floor. "Hey." He whispers.

"Hi." You giggle. You scoot over to sit closer to him and share some popcorn while the movie plays.

Every so often, your attention diverts to Harry. Some of the time, he's still focused on the movie, but the other times you end up meeting his gaze. He smiles politely and then looks away. Part of you wishes it was him you were sharing popcorn with. You two always used to jokingly try and grab the same handful, but always ended up splitting it after a few seconds.

[It's a good memory. You can have those]

The next time your eyes meet, he motions his head towards the door.

You shake yours, but see his puppy dog eyes and mouths 'please'. You hate that you seem to still be a sucker for some of the things he does.

[You can do this. You are here for your friends]

You crawl your way around to the back of the couch, and stand up to walk into the hallway. Harry follows soon after.

"What's up?" You ask. "I'm missing out on my movie, man."

"I just…" he furrows his brow, his mouth slightly open but not saying any words.

"You just what?" You ask, with a bit of a frustrated tone.

"I just wanted to tell you, away from everyone else, that it's been nice having you around again." He admits.

"Yeah. I liked it too. But, I've got to go back to my life in L.A."

"I'm sorry you don't feel like you can't still be on tour."

"Me too." Your tone getting a bit more annoyed.

"I'm sorry. But I get it. Too many memories and shit." He responds, letting out a huge sigh.

"There's memories no matter where I am, can't seem to fucking escape that." You utter, quickly meeting his gaze, realizing you don't need to be saying all this.

"What?" He steps a little closer.

"Nothing." You step back.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing. Just forget it. Let's go back." You reach for the door handle but are stopped by his hand grabbing yours.

"Are you trying to forget me? Are all your memories of us that bad?" He asks, sadness expressed over his entire face.

"Well… no… I guess they aren't. And I can't forget them even if I try!" You admit.

"What?"

Your mouth starts moving before your brain can stop it.

"My entire life seems to be consumed with memories of you. I can't enjoy watching rom-coms, or 'Friends', anymore. I can't enjoy listening to some of my favorite songs anymore, especially not from ABBA. For fucks sake, I can't even enjoy having sex now because by some twisted prank that my brain is playing on me, I keep thinking about you during that too. And it has to stop, because poor Ryan-"

"Ryan?? You're fucking with Ryan?" He backs up against the wall, and you see his jaw clench. He runs one hand through his hand, as he slaps the wall with the other. "Why, Y/N? Shit. Why him?"

"Because he is nice to me-"

"I wasn't fucking nice to you?"

"No, that's… fuck off, I don't need to explain myself to you! We're not together anymore. I've moved on…"

"Have you?"

"Yes, Harry! I'm with Ryan! I've moved on."

"Then why'd you just say you think about me while you're having sex with him?"

You pause. The breath is taken out of you.

[Shit! Just blurted that out, didn't you? But those thoughts meant nothing… no, nothing…]

He straightens up when you don't answer right away.

"You don't get to ask that! You broke up with me. You didn't love me. You didn't want me. I'm not going to keep laying in my bed, for days on end, crying over you and making my family worried about me…"

"Wait, wha-"

[Stop blurting stuff out!]

"No! Shut up Harry!" You start to shout. "I am moving on damn it! I have to! I need to! I want to fucking enjoy stuff again! And I am comfortable with Ryan. He is nice, he treats me well, he doesn't have to-"

In an instant, your cheeks are covered by the heat from Harry's hands and your lips are weighted against his with a kiss.

You are frozen in that moment, not moving to give in or pull back. You can feel a heavy sigh from his nose against yours, with his hands and lips preparing to leave you.

Your heart racing and your breathing quickens, as if you're in a panic. Without a thought, your arms swing around his neck and you deepen the kiss. His arms immediately wrap around your waist and he lets out a joyful moan as he pulls your two bodies closer.

He finally releases his lips from yours and you both inhale deeply to catch your breath.

"Y/N/N…" He rests his forehead on yours and you can just make out the huge, dimpled grin displayed on his face. He moves one hand back up to your cheek, but you bring your own hand up to stop him.

"Harry… don't." You put your other hand on his chest. You clear your throat, fearing that either tears could betray you, or you'll give into the moment again. You push him back.

"He doesn't have to hide me…" you feel a whimper trying to sneak its way out as the words leave your lips.

He steps backwards, brows furrowing and hand running through his hair again. He exhales forcefully, then clears his throat and looks straight up at you.

"Y/N, I-"

Suddenly, you hear the door starting to open, and you step further away from each other.

"Oh! Um, there you are! The movie is over…" Natalie says, switching her gaze between the both of you. "Levi is hanging out a bit more, but I'm heading back."

"Perfect, I'm heading back too." You state, looking Harry straight in his eyes.

He opens his mouth but you shake your head.

You run into the room to grab your phone and hug the guys one more time, taking a couple of minutes with each one to remind them that you love them.

"I'm gonna miss you." Niall whispers.

"I'll miss you most, bud." And you kiss his cheek before wiping tears from your eyes. "You're one of my best friends."

You walk back out and see Harry still standing against the wall, silent, as Natalie waits against the other one.

"Um… goodbye, Harry." You say. You chose to reach out for a hug. It's polite, and it's only fair.

He wraps his arms around you, and rests his temple against yours.

You hear him trying to put words together, but the hug is lingering too long and you pull away. As you do, he looks down, but you still catch a glimpse of the tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

He clears his throat. "Bye Y/N." He turns around and walks back into the room, leaving you with Natalie to make your way back to yours.

As you get into the elevator, Natalie places her hand to rub your back.

"This fucking sucks, Nat." You whimper. "It's so hard to leave."

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March 30th, 2015

<< HARRY'S POV >>

The guys are all sitting around in Louis's suite, eating breakfast and waiting to head out to their jet and fly to Cape Town.

"Mate, this is your last chance." Louis states.

"She's moving on." Harry answers.

"You should tell her that you still love her!" Niall exclaims.

Harry sighs.

"Bloody hell, man. You've been miserable. At least tell her so you can move on too." Liam adds.

Harry sighs again and nods, then pulls out his phone.

:harry: can you let me know when y/n is awake?

:natalie: why?

:harry: nat, please, i just need to tell her something

:harry: please

:natalie: come in 20 mins, she's packing up

:harry: thank you, i'll be at the door in 20

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As he walks through the hallway to your hotel room, he starts to fidget more and more with the little bag in his hand. His heart is racing and he is terrified that you won't feel the same. He can understand why you wouldn't, he hurt you. But considering some of the things you said last night, there is the tiniest spark of hope. Maybe you two can work this out.

He knocks on the door and takes a deep breath, running his hand through his hair.

The door opens slightly and Natalie's head pokes out. "Harry, what are you trying to do?" She whispers.

"I just… umm, I just need to tell her one more thing before she leaves."

"Why? I thought you two talked last night?" She whispers again, stepping out of the room.

"Yeah. Umm, but I didn't get to say this." He replies.

"You still love her don't you?" She asks, catching him a little off guard. It's not what she's asking that is surprising him, it's the more gentle tone that she's using.

He clears his throat and nods.

"Yeah, I kinda figured. You've been moping around and acting like an idiot since Sydney. I may not like you, but I know you." She crosses her arms, taking on a bit more of a stern tone. "But she's with Ryan."

He grimaces when he hears that name. "I know. I'm not trying to ruin anything for her. I just want her to know. Maybe… maybe it can help me move on too."

She sees the bag in his hand. "What's that?"

He looks down at it, having forgotten he was even holding it. "Oh. It's, uh, a mini fruit tart." He blushes.

"Damn. You're good, Styles. I'll give you that." She chuckles. "Let me grab her." She turns around to open the door again.

"Hey Nat?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad she has you."

"Don't try and butter me up Harry."

"M'serious. You protect her, you stand up for her, and you are there for her. I couldn't be."

She turns to fully face him again, and he notices her stunned expression. "Well, you cou-... She's my person, basically my everything."

"Yeah, mine t-" he clears his throat. "Umm, can I talk to her now please." She nods and he hears her call your name. She whispers something, and then you appear in the doorway.

He can't help but subtly smile. Your hair is in a bun, your face is fresh and free of makeup, and you're wearing leggings with a t-shirt and hoodie.

[Comfy Y/N is his favorite Y/N]

"Hey." He says, not really sure what words he was supposed to say next. "Can we talk for just a minute?"

You slip out of the room. "Okay…" you say as you lean your back up against the wall.

"First, this is for you." He hands you the little bag he brought.

You look inside. "A mini fruit tart." You say, displaying a small smile. "Thank you."

"I… I'm just so sorry. I should've said that a lot more last night." He admits.

"I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have yelled so much." You reply.

"Yeah, but I'm sorry… for everything. I was an idiot. An absolute idiot to have hurt you. An absolute idiot to have let you go." His head drops and he stands next to you, copying your stance with his back against the wall.

"I guess maybe we didn't love each other. It just didn't work out." You reply, dropping your gaze too.

His heart feels a sharp pain. "You didn't love me?" He whimpers, trying to hold back from crying. His legs feel weak and he slides his back down the wall to sit on the floor.

"No, I did." You say, sitting down with him.

"I did too. Y/N/N…" he takes a deep breath.

[This is it, he just needs to say it]

"I still love you." He admits.

You prop your elbows on your knees and rest your face in your hands.

"I…" you sigh. "I'm with Ryan."

Once again, he grimaces at the name. He runs his hand through his hair, and notices that you're watching the movement. "I know. I just needed you to know. I was an absolute idiot for letting you go, but I'm not trying to ruin anything for you. More than anything." He pauses and takes another deep breath. "More than anything, I want you to be happy."

[He just wishes that it would be with him]

There's just silence for a couple of minutes. His nerves are at their peak, and his heart couldn't beat any faster. His stare can only focus on your feet, but he can see you looking at him.

"I don't know what to say." Your gaze also drops down to your feet.

[Say you'll be with him. Say you'll work it out]

"I'm with Ryan now." You add, causing another sting to penetrate his heart.

His guard quickly builds back up. "Yeah, I know."

But he is desperate not to lose you completely. "Do you think, maybe, we could be friends?"

[It might hurt him, but at least you'd be in his life]

Once again, there is silence for a couple of minutes.

"I don't know, Harry. Do you think we can? Like, do you think it's doable?" You ask.

All he can do is shrug. "I mean, we could try…"

"I need to think about it." You state. "And I need to get ready to leave."

He stands up and reaches his hand to help you to your feet also.

"Okay." He nods. "Thanks for hearing me out." He feels tears threatening to show, so he coughs into his elbow to hide them.

"Can I give you a hug?" He asks, stepping just a tiny amount closer to you.

He sees you smile sweetly. "Of course." You reach out your arms towards him and his walls break down for just a moment.

As you both pull away, he looks at your face one more time, and smiles.

[Even if it's the last time he'll see you, at least he'll have your pretty, natural face as the last memory]

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You sneak a peek of Harry walking away, as you walk back into the room and shut the door.

Once inside, you walk right over to your bed and sit on the edge. All eyes are on you and you let tears fall down your cheeks. Natalie, Jade, and Dana all surround you, rubbing your back and stroking your hair.

"What happened?" Jade asks.

"He… he said sorry, and… he still loves me!"

They all let out a quiet chuckle.

You look up at each of them. "What?"

"We kind of figured as much. He's been so mopey." Dana explains.

"Miserable." Natalie adds, suddenly shooting her eyes up at you.

"Why didn't you tell me?" You ask.

She shakes her head. "I didn't think you'd want to know."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." You sigh. "He wants to be friends."

They don't respond right away.

"That's all he said that wants?" Natalie asks.

"That's all he asked for." You reply.

"Hmm." She hums. "I thought he'd ask for more."

"He said he still loves me, but maybe he just wants to keep it to friends." Your gaze has lowered to the floor and your brow is furrowed, as you try to process it all.

"Do you still love him?" Dana asks.

Your eyes widen, gaze still downward. "I'm with Ryan."

"That… doesn't really answer the question, babe." Dana replies.

"Do you love Ryan?" Jade asks.

You think for a minute and shake your head. "No… I mean… not yet…" you pause. "Anyway. Harry just wants to be friends now. That's all we would be. We're moving on now."

"You keep saying that…" Natalie whispers.

"It's true…"

"Okay. Okay, but do you want to be friends with Harry?" Jade asks, seeming to want to get back to the point.

"I still need to think about it." You reach in the bag for the mini tart and take a bite. "All I know is that I'll miss you girls so much."

You enter into a group hug, and feel the tears trickle down your cheeks again.

"I wish you would stay." Dana states.

[There seems to be a lot of reasons to stay there, but… there's a lot of reasons not to, right?]

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starseternalnighttriumphant · 2 years

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RATING: M for mature; not suitable for readers under 18 years old, read at your own risk.

WARNINGS: May include material that may be triggering. Possible graphic depictions of violence, sex, trauma, and death; strong language use.

“How come you didn’t tell me you were back in town?”

Aelin hid a smirk behind the beer bottle she brought to her lips, taking a swig before spinning in the bar stool to face her cousin. “Because you don’t know how to keep your big mouth shut and would’ve ruined my fun seeing the surprise on everyone’s faces.”

Aedion shot her a dramatic glare and then grinned and pulled her off the stool, wrapping her up in a hug and spinning her around. She laughed, squeezing her arms around his neck. Gods, she had missed him.

“How’d you con my old man into letting you lead our squadron?” Aedion asked with a laugh, setting her back down.

She rolled her eyes, picking up her bottle. “I didn’t. He reached out to me.”

“Really?” he asked, brows raised. “Even after what happened—”

“Don’t.” Aelin’s voice was hard.

He held his hands up in a placating manner. “I’m just surprised you’d want the job, that’s all.”

She took another drink, finishing off the bottle. “It’s the only thing standing between me and making Lieutenant Colonel. Darrow said if this mission is a success, he’ll put in the rec to the promotion board.”

“Something tells me Darrow’s hoping you fail,” Aedion drawled after ordering a drink from the bartender.

“You know he’s had a hard-on for seeing me discharged ever since we made it out of the academy,” she muttered, flagging down the other bartender for another beer.

“Well, then we’ll have to make sure this mission is a success,” he told her, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

She snorted. “Yeah we’ll see about that. I’m not so worried about your flight. Alpha flight, on the other hand…”

She couldn’t help the slight wince. Gods, she thought she’d been prepared to see the Cadre after ten damn long years. But as she took in the faces of the men that had, once upon a time, been closer than blood to her, she wondered if she’d been a fool to take Gavriel’s offer. Especially when she took in the shock on Rowan’s handsome face… Mala above, his absence in her life had hurt the most. It was like her heart had been suckerpunched when she looked at him.

Shaking her head, she pulled herself back to the present. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t care if I have to beat the shit out of every single one of them, I won’t have anyone ruining this for me.”

“Let me know if I can help in any way,” Aedion said, giving her a soft smile.

She returned his smile and was about to ask him something to get started on catching up, but the ding of the door to the bar clanged, along with the laughter of a bunch of guys. Her eyes flicked to the entrance and she frowned, mood darkening.

“Suddenly, it’s too crowded in here,” she commented with a sarcastic tone. The Cadre was heading toward the bar and the last thing she wanted to do was pretend they were all friends again. “I’m out, Aedion. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

But before she could pay her tab and get the hell out of there, Fenrys Moonbeam’s eyes landed on her and his gaze locked on her like a missile locked onto an enemy aircraft.

“Shit,” she muttered and then sighed.

Aedion let out a low laugh. “Maybe we should play nice.”

Aelin had something real nice to say about that, but the Cadre was already on her before she could voice it.

“Aelin Galathynius,” Fenrys purred, leaning up against the bar next to her. “What a lovely surprise you gave us earlier today.”

“Is that how you speak to all of your commanding officers, Captain?” she asked, cocking her head as she gave him a sweet smile.

“Would you prefer to be addressed a different way, Major?” Fenrys winked.

“I’d prefer to not be addressed by you at all, Fenrys,” she scoffed, turning back to her beer and giving him the cold shoulder.

“You wound me, babe,” Fen said dramatically, pressing a hand to his heart.

“Knock it off, Fen.”

Aelin stiffened at the voice. Gods, she hadn’t heard it in so long. Deep, raspy, with a soft lilting accent. She knew that voice better than she knew anyone else’s.

Fenrys just ignored him and gave her a charming grin. She rolled her eyes. It was so hard to be mad at him when he was so smooth. “So tell me, Princess. Who’d you have to bribe to get Gavriel to let you in on this fun we’re about to have?”

She frowned. Maybe he wasn’t as smooth as she remembered. “Why is everyone so surprised that I was given the job based on merit alone?”

Lorcan snorted, coming up beside Fenrys. “Did the last ten years give you amnesia, Major? What were the last words you said to us?” He paused, pretending to think about it. Then he snapped his fingers. “That’s right. ‘I put in a transfer. I never want to see any of you ever again. You all are dead to me.’ And yet, here you are.”

Aelin ground her teeth together, if only to keep herself from spitting at him. She had said that, and at the time she’d meant it. Hell, she was sure she still meant it. But this mission was the only way Darrow would consider promoting her. She needed it, despite the history between her and The Cadre.

So she put on her brave face and gave Lorcan a friendly smile, one that barely concealed the venom in her tone. “Do you see anyone else in the Air Force that’s an Ace and has even an ounce of the superior aerial combat training that I have? No, didn’t think so. And I suggest that you get your attitude adjusted before tomorrow morning, or else I will make your life a living hell, Captain Salvaterre.”

Lorcan just snorted and turned to order a drink. She debated dumping her beer on him but then brought her attention back to Fenrys, who was watching her with a slightly amused expression.

“Anything else to say, Fen?” she asked.

“Actually—” he was cut off by his twin grabbing him by the shirt and shoving him away, pushing him towards a table on the other side of the bar. Fenrys’ laugh echoed as they all walked away.

Aelin turned back to the bar, letting out a shaky breath. She hated that they got under her skin so quickly.

“That could have been worse,” Aedion commented.

She glared at him and then ordered a flight of tequila shots. “Let’s get drunk.”

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In the back of her head, she knew getting drunk was not the best idea. But she currently didn’t care as she laughed at whatever joke Dorian told. Beta flight had joined them an hour after she’d downed five shots of tequila. She’d missed Dorian and Ren; Chaol she didn’t miss but who said you had to be friends with one of your ex-boyfriends? Still, with the alcohol warming her veins, she was at least friendly with him as they all sat at a table and talked.

Unfortunately, she was growing increasingly distracted by the silver-haired airman that sat a couple tables away with his friends. She could feel his heavy gaze on her every time she laughed. In fact, she was sure those green eyes hadn’t left her the moment she drunkenly sat herself in Dorian’s lap. Knew those eyes latched on to her friend’s arm wrapped around her, the hand splayed against her hip. And because she could feel those eyes on her, she was getting agitated.

So when she picked out a cherry from the fruity drink she’d been sipping on, she met Rowan’s eyes dead on as she placed the fruit between her lips and pulled it from the stem, watching his eyes drop to her mouth as her tongue ran across her bottom lip, his expression darkening. She smirked and his eyes came back up to hers.

She placed the stem in her mouth and then asked Dorian, “Remember that game we used to play when we’d get wasted at the academy?”

He looked up at her, following her gaze, and then let out a laugh as he looked back to her. “Sure, I’ll play along.”

Keeping her eyes locked on Rowan’s, she lowered her mouth to Dorian’s and tangled her tongue with his, both of them trying to tie a knot in the cherry stem as they kissed. It was a bit difficult since she was more focused on the way Rowan’s face went completely blank as he watched— she knew he did that when he was trying to hide that she’d pissed him off. After ten years apart, she could still read him like a book.

Moments later she pulled away from Dorian’s ridiculously attractive mouth, victoriously pulling out the tied cherry stem. She flashed Rowan a sultry smirk before finally giving her attention to her friend.

“We still got it,” she laughed, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

“Have I ever told you it’s so hot when you use me to make other men jealous?” Dorian said with a dramatic groan and laughed when she pinched his shoulder playfully.

“Too bad you’re not my type,” she grinned, pinching his cheek next. “Wanna dance?”

The dance floor in the bar was small but already packed with a bunch of townies and airmen, the only people that made up the small town outside the base.

“How could I ever deny you?” he drawled, and she scoffed before getting up and dragging him towards the dance floor.

They immediately moved to the music, her back molded to Dorian’s chest. She closed her eyes and let herself go, becoming one with the pulsing beat. Music was her vice, the only thing that could separate her from reality. It had helped her more than she cared to admit, especially in the years after Sam had died. It seemed like the only time she could relax and just let everything go was when music was playing.

One song bled into another and another. Sweat was forming on her forehead and sticking her hair to her neck. Dorian’s hands started roaming and she laughed as his fingers brushed the skin just under her shirt. When his lips pressed against her throat she spun around, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

But it wasn’t Dorian that had been touching her. She immediately pulled away as if he’d burned her, shock clearing away a bit of the alcohol haze. Rowan just smirked at her as she stared back. She quickly looked around for Dorian but he was nowhere to be seen. How long had Rowan been the one pressed against her, every inch of them touching as they’d danced?

She huffed a laugh of disbelief. “You have some nerve.” She made to leave the dance floor but he pulled her back, tingles running up her arm as his hand engulfed hers.

“Dance with me,” he demanded softly.

“No thanks.” She yanked out of his grasp and headed for the small hallway at the back of the bar that houses the bathrooms. She had just pushed the door open when she was being grabbed again, that annoying tingle back.

“Gods, you just can’t leave me alone, can you?” she demanded in an incredulous voice, throwing her hands up as she spun around to face Rowan.

“I figured ten years apart would at least make you a little fucking nicer,” he bit out, folding his arms over his chest.

“If you wanted nice, you should’ve stayed with what’s her face,” she cooed in a voice laced with acid. “Lyria, was it? But she broke up with your sorry ass once she found out you were all too comfy sticking your tongue down my throat.”

So fast that she couldn’t anticipate it in her drunken state, he had her against the wall, his face inches from hers. She could feel the heat coming off of him, their chests pressed together as their breaths synced.

“You seemed to enjoy yourself too, if I remember correctly,” Rowan murmured, nose brushing hers. “Those little noises you made. Tell me, Aelin, if your skewed moral compass hadn’t caught up with you, would you have tried to ride me right there in the middle of the bar?”

Her breath stuttered and then heaved at his words, warmth flooding her cheeks at the insinuation. His proximity made her head spin, and she couldn’t think straight through the anger threatening to choke her.

She let out a cruel laugh, reaching up to run a finger down his cheek. “Oh darling, my moral compass may be skewed, but even I don’t do desperate. I did, however, let Sam take me home and fuck me senseless.” She shoved him away as the lie burned in her mouth. “And then because you couldn’t be bothered the next day to pay attention to our surroundings, Sam died. And I will never forgive you for it.”

She stormed away, biting out to both the Cadre’s table and to the other that if they weren’t at the flightline in gear and ready to fly by six a.m. they were off the mission.

She was going to be their worst nightmare.

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whysodelirious08 · 2 years

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Fantasy storybook stuff

Eddie Munson x Any reader [Gender Neutral]

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Summary: You're dropping off your brother Dustin to Eddie's trailer for a D&D session with no intention of staying but your interest in Eddie and his band influences you to stay a little while.

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Genre: Fluff and Fun. Minor friendly!

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Warnings: No spoilers! Don’t worry, you’re safe here. Some profanities.

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Word count: 1.8k

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You weren't particularly into one kind of music or the other, you just drifted into whatever you felt was right at the time. Though you often pondered just how plain your life would be without your Sony Walkman. If you weren't dropping off your brother Dustin to his D&D games or working, you were preparing to attend your first year of college later this year, and if not either of those then you were picking up extra shifts working the clean up shift at Scoops Ahoy where you had been happy to find that Steve Harrington was getting along well with Dustin.

As much as you rarely admitted to it, you had found a keen interest in a very local band; Corroded Coffin. You had managed to hide and sneak around just to get a chance at seeing them play. Seeing Eddie play. Okay. Yeah perhaps you had a interest in Eddie, nothing serious obviously but even you couldn't deny that under that denim jacket and well tamed mop of hair, he was a good looking dude. You knew better to form any attachments, though. You had to leave for college that year and couldn't commit yourself to anything, and you didn't want people knowing you perhaps, maybe had the hots for the guy.

What you didn't know was that when you arrived to drop your brother off this particular evening, you would knock the door and be met with none other than Eddie himself.

"Dustin! Please! You know I don't understand any of your fantasy storybook stuff" you groaned as you let your hands run down your face in a dramatic manner, letting your arms flop to your sides after. The door opened just as you had said that.

""Fantasy storybook stuff"? Surely you're not referring to one of the greatest games ever made?" A familiar yet new voice appeared, a smirk appearing on Eddie's face while he looked through his eyebrows a little at you. You groaned and rolled your eyes playfully.

"Not you too." You said sarcastically though it was taking you every ounce of power in your body to not die from excitement and fear. He was there. Actually there. In front of you. Jesus what were you? Thirteen? Your comment towards Eddie earned a chuckle which only made your heart race a little faster. You smiled but looked away to your car.

"What? In a rush to leave? Why don't you come and see for yourself?" Eddie joked, leaning against the door while Dustin looked at you, smiling, waiting.

"Yeah because I want to spend my free time listening to Dustin and his buddies act out soke fantasy nonsense? Yeah-no I'll pass" You said after you scoffed and turned on your heel.

"Hey come on! It's not boring I promise and I'm sure Eddie can help you make a super awesome character! Please-!" Dustin said as he clung to your arm, facing you to look at him, your back to Eddie but you could sense his smile at Dustin's attempts to convince you.

"Thirty minutes. That's all I'll give you to convince me. Take it or leave it." You stated as you pulled your arm away gently though you wanted to be up close to Eddie, you wanted nothing more than to be his friend but making friends wasn't your strong point. Dustin cheered a little and dragged you along, not giving you a chance to change your mind, trying to ignore Eddie though you brushed past him to get through the door. You were lead to where the rest of the group were and got some well deserved strange looks since everyone knew you weren't into this stuff, your taste was a little different than the genres involved in the game.

You took a seat at the table, made to sit next to Erica, though you didn't mind since she seemed nice, apart from her odd comments about people's appearances, you had since made a mental note to not piss her off or else be faced with criticism about how you looked, and that was the last thing you needed. You had yet to find a style that worked, often just grabbing something that worked. You had more important things to worry about.

"Alright, alright. Gather yourselves, kids. This ones gonna get rough!" He said as he clapped while he sat down in his throne of sorts. You didn't take your eyes off him, not for the entirety of the session. You were hooked on his descriptive tellings, even if you had no fucking clue what it all meant. You had caught his glance a few times and you had promptly smiled and looked turned into what the group was saying every time, just to avoid the awkwardness. Your lip rolled between your teeth as you drifted off into your thoughts, wandering a little before you heard the screams of the chairs while the group stood up.

"Ugh! Next time, Munson! I'm gunna-" Erica started but didn't finish as the group diverted the conflict and attention, you heard Eddie's quiet laughter as he closed the divider.

"Let's not argue the facts. Anyway-" He stated and then his eyes dropped to you.

"Thirty minutes, huh? What happened to that? Perhaps our little game isn't so bad?" He smiled and walked over, hand resting on the table as he leaned to the side a bit.

Your cheeks reddened but not enough to notice.

"Yeah yeah whatever. Actually I have a bit of a favour-" You asked as you stood up, glancing over at the group who were talking amongst themselves.

"A favour you say? How can I be of service, my keen wanderer?" He asked. Cheesy. You forced yourself not to roll your eyes, you noticed how he leaned in a little.

"Well I know you're in a band. And I was wondering if you would…teach me how to play guitar? I mean, I have a few months left until college and-" you rambled a little, for fingers interlocked together. You glanced away a bit, human interaction. It was never your forte.

"Oh? You want me to teach you? Hmm. And what would I get in return?" He asked and he moved to stand fully, pulling his sleeves up to reveal his tattoo. He crossed his arms over his chest and waited for your answer.

"Well…I can help…uh- help you with your…school work?" You offered, knowing that that may be a bad choice. You knew Eddie had been held back and yet here you were willing to help him out just because you wanted to get close to him. You couldn't just say 'Hey, you seem cool. Can we get to know each other?'. You just had to find awkward ways of getting close to people.

"That sounds like a pretty neat deal to me, Henderson the First" he joked, seeing as you were the older sibling. You sighed a little but found it funny just enough to laugh under your breath.

"Well how about now? I'm free and I wouldn't give up the chance to tease you at how bad you're gonna be at guitar" he admitted as he walked over and grabbed his bag. You knew he lived at the trailer park and you often avoided such a place.

"Uh…sure. I guess. I gotta drop Dustin off though" You mention before you see that he's already headed off with his friends and sigh a bit.

"Apparently not." You stated with a dry chuckle before Eddie moved back to grab an acoustic guitar.

"Right. You take this and site over there, I'll show you some basics on my Baby." Eddie explained and you did as you were told. You spent the next hour side by side with Eddie, his slow guidance and gentle corrections helped you get the gist of things, a rush felt every time he physically corrected your finger placement. You felt a lot better with his words of encouragement, knowing how your music teacher in school just got annoyed and eventually gave up trying to teach the class anything.

"Not bad for a newbie" Eddie teased a little before you nudged him. Before letting the guitar slide into your lap a little.

"So…Corroded Coffin?" You asked, absolutely dying on the inside from excitement. You loved to listen to them rock out, hearing them in person was 100 times better than listening to any song on record or cassette.

"Shit! You know about that?!" He laughed, clearly surprised, moving to put his guiltless back.

"Yeah…you're insane on that guitar! I've not been brave enough to show my face though. I mean it is usually the drinks who are listening but yeah…" Your voice soft yet your excitement showed enough.

"What?! No, man you come see us. It would be great to actually have someone who's interested in listening. Not that this town cares for me, let alone my music" He laughed a little and sat back down.

"You sing by any chance?" He joked, clearly not expecting any kind of answer but you couldn't help by wonder if saying yes meant you'd get an 'audition' just for the hell of it.

"What if I say yes?" You joked back with a smirk, standing up to meet his eyes. You saw him raise his brow a little, waving his hands up a little.

"Then I'd say you better prove it. My band needs a vocalist" he challenged. You suddenly felt a rush of nerves, what had you gotten yourself into now?

"I'll sing if you sing. Deal? I'm not doing karaoke by myself" you state as you crossed your arms, Eddie moving to match you.

"Alright. But no laughing at my voice." He stated, moving to look through his records.

"Iron maiden? Black Sabbath? Dio? Accept? WASP?" He listed out some names and yet you let him pick for you out of a few that you mentioned you knew. And that was it, there the two of you were; acting like total idiots as you sung, you were laughing more than singing by the end, mainly at Eddie's attempts at singing into the bottle of cola he had previously picked up to drink. The music blared from the trailer, the space was a little small but that didn't stop the two of you. By the end of it he had you in his arms, laughing into each other, using each other for support before you crashed into the couch.

"You sounded like shit-!" You exclaimed finally as you finally breathed slower. Watching as Eddie let his head fall back, their curls falling with it to give give a clear view of his face.

"Well so did you!" He countered with a smile, shaking his head a bit. You pushed him gently and sunk back into the seat.

"No, you were good actually. Perhaps I'll introduce you to the rest of the guys huh?" He said finally after you both rested enough. You found yourself smiling like a dumbass back at him.

"Yeah?" You asked excitedly, childlike excitement beaming. It would a dream. You were so into music but that wasn't an career option for you.

"Sure. Wanna grab something to eat..?" He asked now. This was the best afternoon ever and it was only getting better…

[@alittlebitofinsanitea request]

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sontyago · 10 months

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Career guidance for Sebastian Sallow

Sorry I don't know much about tumblr as an author (more of a reader) and also English is not my native language but...

I absolutely agree with @damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog. I think Sebastian could be a gifted Auror, but there are reasons why not:

Of course, uncle Solomon. I see their relationship as a relationship between an adult and a teenager. Solomon is forced to make decisions in a difficult situation in which part of his family has died, and he himself must look after two orphaned children. He does things that we can condemn, but we can't deny that his approach is pessimistic yet realistic. He does not want Anne to console herself with the hope of recovery, and also tries to control Sebastian's aspirations for dark magic. His behavior was cruel, but we must understand that not all people are able to make the right decisions in difficult situations. Solomon tries to keep the situation under control, so he a) leaves Ann at home, b) controls her communication with Sebastian and c) tries to control Sebastian himself (as I see it). Sebastian does not take this position at the time of the game. Maybe, as an adult, Sebastian will be able to reconsider this situation from a different point of view. The key word is "maybe". He will see in Solomon a lonely man who has lost everything. He was unable to start a family, was unable to build relationships with his nephews, and was single for most of his life. Solomon's work transformed him into what he became. He seeks to control everything, which usually leads to aggressive behavior. He sees dark magic as an exceptional evil with no way to stop and think. For Sebastian, it's not just the idea "I won't do what my uncle did". I think secretly Sebastian is afraid of being alone. It happens to children who lose loved ones. He fears such a fate. He is also very curious and eager to learn new things. Ann's illness turned him into an obsessive, but we all collectively feel that his quest for learning didn't start all of a sudden, he was always learning everything. Solomon's ideas will conflict with those of an adult Sebastian.

The second point is the feeling of guilt. We can't deny that Sebastian blames himself for his uncle's death. The murder of a person is difficult to survive morally. Perhaps Sebastian will have internal disagreements about whether he is worthy of fighting on the side of the world with such a load of guilt (in case his friends did not report him to the Ministry). Also, we don't know what the conditions for becoming an Auror are. Excluding difficult exams and training, I think there are many other conditions. I'm not talking about a mandatory psychological test, but perhaps a Veritaserum to test a potential Auror's history could take place. It's also risky to go to work where there are potentially strong mages that could be legements (according to the wiki, this is a spell, not an innate ability). Thus, Sebastian can betray his crime to his own colleagues. I don’t know if there is a statute of limitations for a criminal offense in the world of magic, but looking at their prison and trial, I can assume that there is not (I advise you to read this entire paragraph in the sarcastic voice of Ominis, who is the voice of reason in Sebastian’s life). If Sebastian was in Azkaban, I think the Auror career would be closed to him anyway.

Sebastian hates rules. Oh my God, he gets into all the forbidden places of Hogwarts. This person is not able to withstand the statutes and laws. We can of course collectively pretend that he will become an outlaw Auror who dispenses justice without rules. But how long will he stay like this? I think that as soon as Sebastian sees the hierarchy, subordination and scarlet uniform robes (they are like that color by canon), he will leave. He slams the door dramatically.

What does my career guidance test show for Sebastian? Let me see...

- Damn scientist. Science is not built without ambition. Sebastian is smart, but he's in Slytherin. If he wanted to just seek to find the truth, he would have ended up in Ravenclaw. But his spirit is in absolute certainty that he is right (I don’t know if this is good or bad). He is willing to defy conventional wisdom, disprove facts, and look for what others won't or can't.

I think that he could become a scholar in the field of dark magic, which he would try to study and turn to for the benefit of the world. Just as antidotes are made from poison, and vaccines are built from the virus itself, Sebastian could have looked for solutions to many problems in dark magic. Undoubtedly, this would require experimentation and proof, but I think Sebastian's morals are ready to omit these points in order to achieve the goal...

I see Sebastian as an eternal wanderer with a tent (magical of course). He lives in different parts of the world, exploring a variety of crypts and dungeons. He constantly writes in diaries, which his ancestors at Hogwarts will then collect. His life is filled not only with study, but also with solitude. He leaves the tent to where a new landscape meets him every day. He sits in an armchair, makes coffee, writes notes, studies books and scrolls. He explores the ancient ruins, gets into adventures, so that by the evening he will return to the tent, where he will again spend time with his notes.

I think he won't stop looking for a cure for Ann (unless the MC helps her with ancient magic and even if his sister tries to disappear from his life). But maybe he will lower his ambitions (again it's "maybe"). If he finds it, I think he'll just ask Ominis to let his sister know about it. There can be no option that he will not find. He will not stop in his search. Although most likely he simply will not leave a stone from the Rookwood estate in order to find at least some traces. But that is another story.

- Magic archaeologist. I don't remember if the book gave the name of the profession of Bill Weasley, who did a similar job. He removed the curses from the tombs. I can't say if Sebastian would have done exactly the same job (it's hard to describe his possible attitude towards goblins, even if he knew that they were not to blame for Ann's curse). But he already has a damn CV ready. His fifth year at Hogwarts and beyond (if he didn't spend his days romantically with a Dementor) would be filled with all sorts of exploration of Hogwarts and the surrounding area. Even if the MC doesn't join him, he did a great job with these himself before they came, and will.

Therefore, Sebastian could work as a freelance specialist in the discovery of your grandfather's ancient crypt, who was fond of necromancy and was very afraid that his bones would be stolen by his enemies. I literally see him as the man who is called for help in the most difficult curses and dungeons. Also, such work is superimposed on his desire for study. He will not only open the crypt for you, but also study the works of your grandfather without your knowledge, rewrite everything important and take out a couple of dark relics.

- If work in the Ministry, then among the Unspeakables. I think this is the department where Sebastian can fully develop his potential. I think he can get there anyway, whether he's done time in Azkaban or not. I think they're recruiting a certain type of person, so Sebastian might be in the spotlight of Unspeakables anyway.

Working for a secret department that is only known to do really dark things? Give Sebastian two and here's his loyalty card.

If you don't like the self-absorbed Sebastian Sallow doing science or Sebastian-aka-Bill-Weasley, then take this. But he is the most dangerous.

Working in Unspeakables will not make him softer, but more powerful. He will be that Hogwarts student who is not remembered without the prefix "he was a gifted student, but ...". He will make many useful contacts and perhaps even become the one who influences the Ministry from his position. He will have access to the levers of world domination (various artifacts, prophecies in Christmas balls, etc.). But I don't know anything about this department, so I don't have much to write about.

P.S. I already wrote above that I am not the author. But for some reason I wanted to share my thoughts for the first time. I will also be happy to respond to my mistakes in the text. I am improving my English. Sorry if the terms from the book are written incorrectly, I read only some of them in the original and wrote them in places from my native language.

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theitgirlnetwork · 10 months

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Me and You

*Note: I don't own any of the images: If you want the full effect of the story go to view the aesthetic board for Angel. Please enjoy and give it a try! More chapters to come.

*Summary: Just a love story done in a very JJ Maybank fashion.

Ch. 1: It was Enchanting to Meet You

“You coming back out soon?”

Sarah lowers the large sunglasses on her face, squinting as her vision adjusts to the sun, making out the outline of her husband’s figure. She was sprawled across the large sofa bed installed in the lower part of JJ’s boat. The bed was mostly reserved for nights when the gang ventured too far out into the unknown to return to their respective homes or find a hotel on land.

But today…today Sarah was using it as an excuse to hide from her friends.

It’s not like she doesn’t want to be with them. She loves them. But they were doing it again. That thing where they inadvertently remind her that their longstanding friendships once did not include her. Sitting around, cackling about inside jokes, half telling stories, making references she could never hope to understand. She knows it’s not on purpose, but despite how long she’s been a member of their group, she still somehow feels like she’s on the outside. They don’t even have the divide of kooks vs. pogues anymore.

Sarah is sure Cleo must feel that way sometimes too. But the girl definitely had a thicker skin than Sarah and could rest in knowing that she had good reason to be an outcast. Sarah’s only reason was that she was from the other side of the same island.

John B and Kiara did the most work trying to include her. The latter informs her that the story about Pope’s first time getting high led to them digging a man-sized hole in the sand for him to climb in so that he could feel grounded at 4am wasn’t actually that interesting. The former attempted to force stories that she was there for into the conversation, only for it to lead to another, more interesting tale that even if she was there, she was a background character for.

Sarah wasn’t angry though. She really wasn’t. Jealous. Jealous maybe. Not of the relationship they had, she had her own relationship with John B, Kiara, Pope, JJ, and Cleo. No. She was jealous that they were constantly with the people they’d grown up being around and loving. Sure, she got to see Wheezie once in a while, and despite all of the horrible things that happened between them, even she and Rafe send each other an appreciative nod when they pass each other. Topper…Topper was a big no. But those things were different. What she was missing was a kind of lifelong companionship that she’d only ever gotten from two people.

She’d have to bring up to John B that she might go on a trip soon.

“Um,” she sighs out a breath rolling onto her stomach, pushing up to stand, and taking John B’s extended hand, letting him pull her to him. “Yeah, I’m coming, sorry.”

He stares down at her, brows furrowing for a moment before he hooks an arm behind her shoulders, hand rubbing along the smooth skin on her arm. “You okay?”

The last thing she wants to do is make him feel guilty for having a good time with their shared friends. So, she sends him a bright smile, and apparently, it’s all the reassurance that he needs. Returning her grin he leads her back up the stairs to rejoin their friends.

“Shut up, JJ!” Kie chuckles, knocking the blond boy with her foot, his beer sloshing around in the bottle at the jolt. Brown eyes roll when he winces dramatically, letting out a sarcastic ‘ow’.

“JB, you were there, tell her I didn’t cheat!”

The boy sends one more concerned glance to his wife, who was now in the small kitchen on the deck cutting up fruit, before rejoining his friends, “At cards, dude, you’ll cheat at Go Fish.”

“Fuck you, play me right now.”

Great. A whole new can of worms. Sarah thought, popping a piece of pineapple into her mouth as she watched Pope produce a deck of cards and begin dealing them out, sending a slight wave to decline joining the game.

Just as she’s about to grab another she feels her phone vibrate in the pocket of her jean shorts.

My Sun:

Sarah Cameron.

I miss youuu.

Bitch.

Sarah can’t help the smile that forces itself onto her lips, a light giggle under her breath as the very person she’d been thinking of pops up on her screen. She’s quick to respond, affirming she’d felt the same way, that she’d just been thinking of them. She finally just decides to flick through her call list, immediately finding the name she’s looking for, hitting the facetime option and thanking the stars that they were on JJ’s boat and it didn’t belong to Pope’s cheap ass who assured them all that wifi on a boat is an unnecessary expense.

My Sun:

Damn, I’m sorry I can’t facetime, but I just wanted to see what you’re up to.

The blonde lets out another annoyed sigh, responding that she was out on her friend’s boat with John B and the others.

The conversation carried on from there, Sarah only pausing when Kiara and Cleo called her over to confirm that the boys weren’t cheating them. (Spoiler alert, JJ and John B were, Pope wasn’t).

Even though she still thought she’d need a trip to visit her favorite person in the world aside from her husband, the texts that came to her phone made her feel a little lighter.

It was hours later at the Boneyard. A kegger like any other, the young adults of the island gathering to indulge in mindless, drunken conversation, some hoping to find an emotionless hookup to stumble off and roll around in the sand with.

JJ always loved keggers. They served as a sweet release from the break-neck work he did on the daily. Even when he was dirt broke, they were fun. But fuck, was it even more fun now that he was rich.

Unlimited booze, unlimited weed, and the ability to tell anyone who looked down on him in the past to get the fuck out of his party. They were always his, but now, he has the money to back it up.

He strolls through the hordes of people like the party god that he is. His stance was relaxed, the neck of his beer bottle dangled loosely between his fingers. The blond cocks his head back, grimacing in disapproval as he views his friend sitting next to the girl he’d kissed over a month ago, reading a fuckin’ book. “Hey, Pope, buddy, hey. ‘Scuse me, Cleo.” He grunts as he squeezes between the two of them on the log they were seated on.

“Dude-“ Pope frowns.

“Yeah, don’t ‘dude’ me, right now.” JJ leans closer to his friend, throwing his arm around his shoulders bringing him closer. “What the hell are you doing, man, like what’s in your hand right now?”

“A book. It’s this thing with pages that people who know how to read often enjoy.”

“Haha, you’re funny,” JJ snorts sarcastically, “You’re at a party, with a girl. That you like.”

“We were hired for a job that we’ve made little to no progress on. This book is about lore on Blackbeard.”

“Yeah but, Cleo” his volume increases as he pushes off the log, “wants to dance.” The blonde tilts his bottle in the girl’s direction. “Don’t you?”

Pope’s eyes shoot to the girl in question before darting back over to his friend. “JJ-”

“Doesn’t sound too bad.” The girl smiles. “Pope?”

“Yeah, let’s do that.” JJ watches, satisfied as his friends stand up, hand in hand. He plucks the book from Pope’s other hand, snapping it closed. “I want my book unharmed when I get back. Same condition, JJ.”

“Definitely, buddy, definitely.” He grins before tossing the book haphazardly into the sand.

As he lets Cleo pull him toward the crowd of people who are passing random gyrating and tossing of limbs as dancing, Pope lightly grabs his friend’s arm, murmuring, “You know you’re gonna have to deal with your own shit sometime.”

JJ scoffs, taking a large swig of his beer as he watches them wander off, refusing to turn his head in the direction of the ‘shit’ in question, having a long, meaningful conversation about something she’d read somewhere about The Great Barrier Reef. “Yeah, that won’t be today.”

“Damn, again.” John B. huffs, tossing his cup into the sand.

“’M’just a winner man.” JJ chuckles.

“It’s okay.” Sarah consoles, rubbing her husband’s back, smiling as he leans into her touch, moving to press their lips together in a soft kiss.

Caught up in their own moment, they fail to see JJ’s bright blue eyes follow and soften at their actions. How they calmed each other. Those eyes trail across the beach to Kie, who was now in another conversation, this time with Cleo and Pope. Their eyes catch and they exchange a lighthearted wave before she turns back to her conversation. JJ places his hand on the left side of his chest, waiting for a moment before setting his jaw in disappointment. Still no.

“Sarah!” a voice they all knew too well cuts through the overall peace of the party, only truly grabbing the attention of the group, aside from small, curious glances from bystanders.

John B. tightens his hold on the girl, tugging her closer to his side, JJ immediately straightens, already preparing for an altercation, while the others start making their way over. “What do you want, Rafe?”

“Pretty sure I was talking to my sister, Routledge.” Rafe sniffs, crossing his arms. “You don’t answer your phone now?”

Sarah’s lips part but JJ beats her to the punch, already annoyed. “Gotta be fuckin’ kidding me. Maybe she doesn’t wanna talk to you, think of that buddy?”

“You should keep your pets on a leash, Sarah.”

“Look, just tell me what you want. I didn’t hear my phone. And even if I did-”

Rafe shushes her, causing the whole group to exchange confused looks. He glances back over a small hill in the direction he came from. “I figured you didn’t. I have a surprise for you.”

“We don’t fuckin’ want it.” JJ hisses.

“Not you. Sarah,” Rafe continues, “Consider this part of this truce we’ve got going on right now. I brought her to you as a show of good faith. So, if I need something anytime soon, you should remember you owe me.”

“Owe you?!” Kie exclaims. “For what?”

“For her.”

“That was a really weird way to tell her you picked me up from the airport so I could surprise her. Guess you guys really haven’t been getting along lately.” Sarah’s eyes widen at the voice, she takes John B.’s arm off of her waist, pushing forward, making her way between her friends. Knocking her smug brother out of the way. “Hi, Sarah Bear.”

“Angel!” Sarah shoots forward, barely giving her friend a moment before tackling her in a hug, making her fall back into the sand. The two girls laugh and squeal as they clutch each other.

John B. steps forward too, eyes squinting a little before an easy smile breaks out onto his face. He reaches down, extending a hand to each girl before pulling Angel into a small hug. “Hey, kid, what’re you doing here?”

“Angel, like, Sarah’s best friend from Maine?” Kiara questions, getting closer to get a better look at the girl.

Pope shrugs, exchanging a confused look with Cleo. “Didn’t know she had a best friend from Maine. Did you, JJ? JJ?” Pope turns to see his own best friend, staring wide-eyed at the girl.

JJ couldn’t look away. He just couldn’t stop looking. Her beautiful skin shined in the moonlight, her silky long hair tied into a high ponytail curled at the base, small dark swirls made on her forehead. Beautiful, big, shiny, rose petal lips. Her bathing suit top and denim mini skirt show off her shapely figure. She’s got a bright smile, dimples. And that laugh. It was ringing in his ear. He needed her to keep laughing.

It was like he couldn’t move. He couldn’t tell if he was truly frozen, or if he was scared to move to like, disrupt this moment. Scared to do anything to make her stop making that sound.

It was all he could manage to follow her movement with his eyes and she patted Rafe on the back, thanking him for the ride. The smile they exchange makes JJ’s upper lip curl.

“Any time. I’ve got some stuff to do, so just text me when you want me to pick you up alright?”

“Wait,” Sarah sidles up next to her friend, tugging her away from her brother, wrapping an arm around her. “Pick her up for what? Your dad’s not here? You guys aren’t staying at your summer house?”

Angel pauses for a moment before smiling easily at her friend. “No, um, Dad had some stuff he had to take care of at home, and I figured I’d come and see my second family. And he sold our summer house here so that we could get one somewhere else. I always end up staying with you guys anyway.” She bumps Sarah’s hip with her own. “Figured I’d stay at your old house, I don’t wanna intrude on you and John B.-”

“No!” Sarah cuts in. She checks herself when she catches Rafe’s smirk, speaking calmer the second go round. “No, um, you wouldn’t be intruding, we don’t mind. And, we share a house with JJ, we’re used to not being alone.”

“I dunno Sarah Bear-”

Sarah sends a sharp elbow into John B’s side jolting him to attention, “Yeah, no, Angel, it’s not a problem. If anything it’ll just save Sarah the trouble of bugging me to drive her to see you everyday. We’ve got plenty of room. Right, JJ?”

Hearing his name pulls JJ from his trance as he drags his eyes away from the beauty in front of him to focus on his best friend. “Yeah,” he says a little breathlessly. His brows furrow at the soft sound of his own voice before he clears his throat, stepping forward a bit. “Mi casa es su casa, Princess.” JJ holds his hand out to the girl expectantly, letting a smirk spread onto his face when she places her smaller, softer into his larger, rougher ones. He leans down, pressing his lips to the smooth skin of the back of her hand, taking in the smell of vanilla and cinnamon as he glances up at her through his lashes.

Another giggle escapes the girl’s lips and causes another squeeze in JJ’s chest, a wave of pride washes over him at the knowledge that he caused the beautiful sound ringing in his ears.

A clap cuts through the air, slicing through the brief moment of bliss the exchange created for JJ. Sarah grins, nudging her way in between the two of them, facing toward Angel. “Great, so, um, John B will go help you get your bags from Rafe’s car so we can take them back to the house after the party, all right? John B?”

“Sure,” he affirms with a nod before tossing an arm over Angel, steering her closer to himself and away from a scowling Rafe. “Let’s go, kid.”

Blue eyes trail over the girl’s form as she’s led away, focus breaking as he feels a sharp elbow dig its way into his side. “What the fuck Sarah?” JJ grunts. He looks around to see that the rest of their friends had scattered, mixing their way back into the party, and suddenly JJ felt very aware of the fact that he’d been staring. No matter the circumstances he never felt embarrassed getting caught checking out a girl. It was a given that if there was something or someone to look at, JJ was gonna give them an appreciative glance. He wasn’t a complete asshole, like, if he saw a cute girl, and trailing behind her was her boyfriend…he’d keep his…observation short…er. If he was cool with the guy.

Of course Cleo and Sarah were off limits, he had some kind of code and fully respected them, JB and Pope. Kie was…different. But ultimately when it came to them, he nine times out of ten kept his hands to himself, and his eyes in all of the pre-established friend-safe zones.

But hey, JJ’s a hot-blooded young man, and he’s got eyes. And the great island of Outer Banks has often offered him beautiful ladies just waiting to be admired. But this one. All JJ could think is how he would get on his knees tonight and thank whoever was listening for basically plopping her into his lap.

Widening his big blue eyes, forming his lips into a pout he turns toward a frowning Sarah, resting a hand on her crossed arms. “Sarah-”

“No, JJ.” he deepens his pout, whining a little. “No!”

JJ huffs loudly, tossing his hands up in exasperation. “Why not?!”

“Because I said no! Listen, Maybank,” the blonde growls, pointing a finger at his face. “I’ve worked very hard to keep her out of our shit. You’re not gonna fuck that up, JJ. I don’t want her knowing anything, I don’t want her involved in anything, she is gonna have a nice, normal visit, understand?”

He cocks his head back, “I mean if you don’t want people to look you shouldn’t have such a fine best friend-”

“JJ, I’m serious.” Sarah shoves him out of the way, pushing past him to the keg, filling two cups.

JJ trails behind her, pushing the tap and refilling his own. “I’m not. You know I don’t want anything serious right now. Just a little fun. I could show your friend a good time.”

“All the weed you smoke must have finally killed all of your brain cells if you think that’s going to convince me. Stay away.” Sarah whirls on her heel, making her way over to the girl in question who met her with a bright smile, tossing her arms around Sarah again.

JJ just scoffs, taking another swig of his drink, pausing briefly when he makes more brief, awkward eye contact with Kiara, before turning back to the table to pour himself something stronger.

“Jack.” someone slurs.

JJ whips around at the voice that cuts through the low thrum of music. He’d wandered a little ways away from the party to smoke and let the water run over his feet. It’s a common practice he does when he felt like the party was starting to hit a lull and he was about ready to sober up (or get as sober as he gets) when it was time to head home for the night. He’s almost annoyed at the way his heart speeds a little when he sees that it's her.

He takes in her appearance again. Her hair is a little disheveled now, pieces falling from the ponytail, hanging loosely on her neck, or framing her face. The gloss is mostly gone from her plump lips and her eyelids rested lower. “Hi.” she chirps, stumbling a little as she makes her way closer.

Reflex kicks in as his arms shoot out, catching her by the waist, chuckling as he steadies her. “Alright there?”

“Yes, sir.” she nods, hair bobbing, as she pats him on the chest, leaning into him even more.

Damn, he thinks as her hand slides down his torso before falling away completely.. He lifts his gaze to the sky briefly, why are you testing me? I’m not one of your stronger soldiers.

“Did I guess right?”

“What?” He takes a pull from the joint and flicks some of the ash away.

“Your name. Is it short for Jack?”

“Not at all.” he snorts, holding the j out to her, watching as she puts it between her lips, “Lemme help you out there, sweetheart.” JJ reaches into his back pocket for his lighter, bringing it to the joint and lighting it, cupping his hand around it to keep the wind from blowing it out.

He watches as she inhales deeply before blowing the smoke between her lips, a blissful smile spreading across her face as she passes it back and starts walking along the shore. JJ can’t help but fall into step with her, partly because he wanted to continue to be in her presence, and partly because she was clearly a little lit, and Sarah would kill him if her friend drowned. “So what is it? Your name?”

“It’s JJ.” he shrugs.

“Your parents, like, sat together, absolutely fucking high on life, just had a newborn baby boy, looked at those big blue eyes and said, damnit that’s a JJ? That’s what you’re telling me?” she rolls her eyes. “Okay.”

JJ laughs easily, glancing over at her. “Well they were fucking assholes, maybe they didn’t put much thought into it.” He watches her raise her eyebrows in disbelief. “Okay, it’s short for something but it's a stupid name, so it’s JJ, has been since I was a kid.”

“Mm,” she hums. They walk a couple paces quietly and JJ thinks the conversation is over. His lips part as he goes to start a new one, only for her to cut in, “counteroffer, I’ll trade you my stupid name for yours.”

“Damn, how drunk are you? Your name is Angel. We all know that.”

“Nope,” she grins victoriously, “Angel is not the name on my birth certificate.”

“No?” he smirks, nudging her arm, keeping a hand at the ready in case she stumbles too much. JJ turns his body to face her completely, placing his free hand behind his back. “Alright, we’ll say them at the same time. Ready? One-”

“Yeah, bullshit, I know a con artist when I see one.” she laughs, peeking around his back, where he had his fingers crossed, Angel grabs his wrist, trying to uncross them, giggling as JJ feigns confusion.

“Huh? I dunno what you’re talkin’ about,” he twists his wrist in her grip, wrapping his own hand loosely around her instead, tucking the now unlit joint behind his ear as he holds her arms away from himself, laughing while she tries to kick at him. “‘M’nothin but honest-”

“Yeah, okay..country ass accent, name’s probably Judas-”

“Country?! You callin’ me country?”

“You callin’ me country?” she drawls mockingly, laughing even harder as she stumbles a little, one leg going down into the sand before JJ catches her, dragging her back to her feet again.

“See that’s what you get, the mean ones are always pretty.”

That comment causes a shift in the air. JJ can feel it happen, and from the looks of it Angel could too. The laughter between the two of them dies down, the only noise now is the sound of the waves and the party in the distance. Now that they’d settled down the two of them realized just how close they were standing together. Blue eyes peer down into brown, her chest just barely apart from his. “M’not mean.” she basically whispers.

JJ wets his lips, feeling irrationally thrilled when he watches her eyes drop down to them before dragging back up to his own, he rocks on his foot a little closer, making the space between them even smaller. “You’re pretty.”

“You’re pretty too.” she mumbles. And now, ladies and gentlemen if you know JJ (real name redacted) Maybank, you’d know this is the part where he’d normally grab the girl by the waist, tugging her to him for an intense makeout before taking her back to (his house, his boat, some rocks further up the beach, you choose) to fuck. But he looked down into those eyes, those big beautiful brown eyes staring up at him and suddenly didn’t know what he was doing. He was moving so slow. It was like a fucking out of body experience, watching his thumb sweep over her soft bottom lip, his heart racing. He doesn’t even know what this feeling is, it’s making his stomach hurt. Who the fuck am I? John B? God, Pope?

“Angel, I mean-”

“Hey,” The two of them jolt apart immediately, JJ’s hands go up like he’s a kid who got caught with his hands in the candy jar. He squints to see John B standing in the distance, hands cupped around his mouth, “shit’s starting to die down, Sarah’s ready to go and sent me to come get you.”

Angel nods, sweeping some of the sand off of her leg before turning to JJ, “See ya later.”

JJ nods, following slowly behind, his gaze not leaving her until she’s completely out of sight.

“Come on, man.” John B huffs, following his best friend’s gaze.

“No, you come on, look, JB.”

“She’s Sarah’s best friend, man, she said no.”

JJ takes his cap off to run his hand through his hair, sending John B a concerned look. “I mean, I’m only a man, dude, shit.”

The next morning JJ woke up at 6 am. He’d always been an early riser for some reason or another. The combination of his nearly endless energy combined with his obsession with the morning waves got him up now. He loved for the empty beach, cool ocean air and rising sun to be the start of his day. It was a good reason to be up, rather than trying to be out of the house before his drunk fuck of a father rose to wreak havoc on him or rushing out to one of his fifty billion jobs.

He’s usually the first one up too. John B would likely make his way out of bed at like 7, and meet him down at the beach around 8. Pope would make his way with Cleo around 9:30 and Sarah and Kie, the late risers would be there around 11. So he usually tip-toed around their house as he got his morning started, grabbing a piece of toast in his mouth before grabbing his keys, board, and shades before dipping out.

This morning, there was noise in the house, laughter, and a smell that made his stomach growl. JJ followed the scent down the steps and to the kitchen, the sound of music on the speaker filled the entire lower level. Beautiful Liar by Beyonce and Shakira, mixed with laughter and the clanking of utensils.

There in the kitchen stood Angel and Sarah. The former wearing a cropped, fitted white t-shirt, clearly with no bra seeing that JJ now knows her nipples are pierced, and tan shorts that her ass was absolutely swallowing.

Sarah and Angel are dancing and laughing, absolutely oblivious to JJ standing in the doorway. There are pancakes piled up on one plate, cut up fruit on another. Sarah stood at the blender making some kind of pink concoction and Angel stood at their barely used stove, scrambling eggs as they sang to each other, hips swaying to the music. JJ literally had to bite down on his fist to stifle his groan.

“Hang in there, buddy.” John B. laughs, clapping a hand onto JJ’s back, sliding past him to pull Sarah into a quick kiss. “Good morning, you’re up early.”

“Yeah, Angel woke up really early and wanted to make us breakfast to say thanks for having her. I wanted to help.”

Angel smiles brightly at the group as she dumps the eggs onto their own plate. “Seriously, I’m really grateful. It’s nice to get a break, and to see my favorite girl. Even if she is cheating on me with some beach-y white boy.” she finishes dramatically.

“Those are the best kind.” JJ interjects, finally coming the rest of the way into the kitchen. “Not your type, princess?” he jokes.

Angel raises her chin leaning back against the counter. “Depends.”

“Yeah? On what?” he asks, moving closer.

“On…on a lot of things.”

“Mm.” He smirks down at her, cheek dimpling as he reaches past her to grab a cup. “You’ll have to fill me in,” his eyes trail down her figure, “later.”

“Oh-kay!” Sarah cuts in. “So, Angel, um, when is your dad coming? I’d love to like, have a dinner for him or something. It’d be nice to see him.”

“Um, yeah he’s” Angel takes a bite of bacon before starting to gather empty plates. “Just, busy, he’ll come eventually. Are your other friends coming soon?”

Sarah’s brows furrow but she allows the swift change in topic, opting to text Cleo to see if she’s awake yet. John B steps out of the door onto the deck to call Pope to see if they’d want him to pick him up.

JJ lets a beat of silence pass before clearing his throat to draw the girl’s attention from her task of distributing food onto the plates. “So, what’s the deal with your dad? He dump you off here or what?” he asks, going to pluck a piece of bacon from the serving plate only for Angel to slap his hand away before shoving a fully stocked plate into his hands.

“No, he’s just busy with work stuff. And I was bored being home alone, figured I’d come see the Camerons. I never got the chance to say goodbye to Ward. He and Papà were close friends before he died in his accident. He was always kind to me growing up.”

JJ nods quietly, taking a swig of the weird smoothie situation Sarah made, nose wrinkling at the taste as he dumps it into the sink. Right. Accident. I guess Sarah had to tell her that he’d died but changed some details about how Ward actually bit it. If we were all supposed to keep up with this story, Sarah would have to tell us what she’d actually fucking said happened. “That’s cool.” he nods again. Drumming his fingers on the counter, taking a couple bites of bacon, glancing in every direction other than hers trying to distract himself from blurting out the two questions that’d been burning in his head since she’d arrived at the beach the night before. One he especially wanted to ask, despite knowing he had no right to even wonder about it. But the fucking awkward silence was not helping. Fuck it, he’ll work on impulse control another time.

“So…are you fucking Rafe?”

He waited for a slap. Or at least something in that family. He expected her to yell or something. But instead all he gets is a small pause in her own sip of the smoothie Sarah made her, her nose wrinkling as she forces herself to swallow the chunky drink.

“At this moment, no.” she shrugs, licking the remnants off of her lips.

JJ rolls his eyes dramatically, glancing in the direction Sarah wandered off in before making his way over to where Angel stands. “More like, generally, so maybe the question is do you fuck Rafe.”

“Is that your business?” Angel asks, head tilting up to better meet his gaze as he gets closer, placing his hand next to hers on the counter and effectively caging her in.

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out. What do you think, princess? Should I make you my business?”

“If that’s your goal,” she starts, reaching up, toying with the shark tooth necklace around his neck. “You’re asking the wrong questions.”

JJ’s lips part but before he can respond Sarah is calling for Angel from the other room. He bites his bottom lip instead, cheeks dimpling as he lets out a low chuckle, stepping out of her way, shaking his head to himself as she scoots past him, her scent lingering in the air as she goes by.

“So are you excited to get to the beach?” Sarah asks her friend as she holds her hair out of the way so she can tie a bow in the back of her swimsuit top.

“Girl, hell yeah, everyone knows the beaches in Maine are trash. I haven’t gotten to swim in forever.”

The group was going to meet at the beach to hang out for the day. Breakfast turned out to be just Sarah, Angel, JJ and John B. because they’d cooked it so early, and Kie had promised to eat with her parents. Which made the meal mad awkward with the flirting going on with JJ and Angel and Sarah’s attempts to kill JJ with her eyes.

But now that the boys were out packing the car up for the beach and the girls were in Sarah and John B.’s room getting ready, things were much less tense. “So how’s Nonna?”

“Oh, still an old bitch. Making little girls miserable, one coming out party at a time.” Angel snorts, adjusting her bikini strap in the mirror.

“She’s still doing that finishing school thing? How’re people still signing their kids up for that? It’s fucking traumatizing.”

“Literally. Twelve weeks of her torture to maybe get a nod of acknowledgement and go on to squeeze your ass in itchy dresses and smear petroleum jelly on your teeth so you can smile long enough to win a tiara ten years later.”

“Yeah,” Sarah laughs, dipping into a curtsey, “coming from Miss Maine.”

“Still don’t know how the fuck that happened.”

“It was your beauty and grace-”

“It was fucking Nonna breathing down my neck.” Angel laughs, shoving her friend lightly. “That’s one of the reasons I’m here, so she can’t drive me crazy the whole time I’m titled. And the other is, of course, because I missed my best girl”

“Of course. I’m pretty wonderful.”

“And,” Angel grins, making her way over to the window, peeking out of the blinds. “There’s tons of stuff to do in Outer Banks, surfing…parties…” she trails, pulling the blinds down more to get a better view of the blond, pulling his shirt from his body revealing tan muscles, swiping the sweat from his brow before lifting another cooler into the truck. “Your friend JJ.” she mumbles.

“Angel!”

“Sarah!”

“Pick someone else.”

“I don’t know anyone else” Angel whines.

“Angel, you know everyone I used to hang out with. You met plenty of people at the party last night.”

“Fine, amendment, I don’t know anyone else who looks like that. Sarah, are you fucking looking?!”

“No! He’s John B.’s best friend!”

Angel rolls her eyes, crossing her arms. “Sarah, please, you’re married, not blind. You’ve looked.”

“No.”

“Glanced.”

“No.”

“Peeked.”

“...in passing.”

“Ha! Fuck you, I knew it.”

“Okay I can admit that JJ is objectively attractive. That has nothing to do with the fact that I know that you two would be a terrible idea. Like, horrible.” the blonde huffs, crossing her arms.

“Yeah? Gimme one reason.” Angel mimics her stance mockingly, a smile on her face.

“Because…b-because JJ’s a lot!”

“I can’t sleep with him because he’s a lot?” Angel scoffs, “Sarah-”

“He actually is. I told you he pointed a gun at Topper.”

Angel shrugs, tilting her head playfully, “Eh, I never really liked him, he probably deserved it.”

Sarah immediately thinks back to being choked up in her own damn house by the aforementioned ‘victim’ of JJ’s aggression and quietly acknowledges that he’s not the best example. “Angel he just has a lot going on and I don’t want you getting mixed up in some shit. JJ’s a good kid, and he’s a good friend to John B. and me but,” she reaches forward, tugging her friend into a hug. “You’re my best friend. I just don’t wanna see you hurt.”

Angel returns the hug, wrapping her arms tightly around her blonde friend. “Aww, thank you Mama Bear, but you don’t have to worry. I’m a big girl. And besides, I wanna hook up with the guy, not marry him. Some of us have self control.”

“Oh, screw you”

Angel had thought their chat in the room had mellowed Sarah a little. She’d noticed that the blonde was on high alert since she’d met JJ the day before. It was only a matter of time before she got a ‘I’m just looking out for you’ speech from Sarah. Usually, once it was out of her system, she was all good, but apparently this time was different, as evidenced by the way she shoved JJ toward the front seat before hopping in the back with Angel.

But even she couldn’t stop their eyes from catching in the rear view mirror. The first time was purely coincidental, just brown meeting blue. The next time Angel looked up their eyes met again, and after a beat he playfully wiggled his eyebrows. Then when his eyes returned, she quickly crossed her own eyes, causing him to snort, grabbing John B.’s attention, making him glance between the two of them before shaking his head. A couple more minutes pass before she allows her eyes to wander back to the mirror where JJ was using his middle finger to push up imaginary glasses. Angel rolls her own eyes, lightly kicking the back of his seat and JJ yelps dramatically, demanding Sarah keep a better eye on her friend.

By the time they get to the beach and meet up with everyone, you could say the two of them were in a silly mood. “Jeremy.”

“Jesus, what am I? Angela?”

“Nope. Pass it.” she takes a deep inhale from the blunt flicking the ash into an empty cup. “Jacob.”

“Ahh, sorry sweetheart.” he cheeses, plucking the joint away from her again, bringing it back to his own lips.

“Is it like a two first name situation or a first name and middle name?”

“Mmh,” JJ blows out the smoke into the shape of rings, the cloudy circles drift above their heads and Angel’s eyes widen, mystified.

“Teach me that!” she yells, smacking his arm and sitting up fully.

“Alright, princess c’mere.” JJ turns his body to face hers, both of them sitting criss-cross. Leaning closer, he holds the blunt up to her lips waiting for her to take a pull. “Good, now,” he pushes up on his knees, cupping her jaw before sliding his fingers along her jaw, pushing on the indents on her cheeks. “Make your mouth into an ‘o’, then blow. Ready?”

All Angel could do was look up at him. He already looked good, and lord knows he knows it. But with the sun shining down on him as he towered over her, his blond hair looking golden, blue eyes looking like pools, she felt mesmerized.

And the way he was looking down at her was not helping. With his own bottom lip caught between his teeth, he brought his thumb across hers, causing her to simply release the smoke. JJ’s brows are furrowed as if he’s trying to figure out some kind of puzzle as he continues to search her face, still cupping her chin, almost leading her upward. When she finally gets the hint and pushes up onto her knees he guides her forward just slightly, slowly closing the distance between them.

“Jayj!” a familiar voice cuts in, sending JJ vaulting backward and onto his feet. Kiara stands soaked from the water. “Waves are great today, you’re missing it.”

Angel watches the blond turn bright red, refusing to make eye contact with either woman, shifting uncomfortably under their gazes. “Yeah, imma surf. Th-that’s yeah, I’ll catch y’all.”

The two women look on in confusion as he frantically gather’s his board before darting off in the opposite direction.

“Weirdo. Anyway, you surf? We brought an extra board.”

Angel shrugs, standing with a smile, “Haven’t tried in a long time. Wanna help me out?”

“If that ain’t a living dream and nightmare rolled up in one.” JJ sighs, resting on his board as he stares at the sight before him.

A little closer to shore he has a front row seat to Kie and Angel on a board together, the former adjusting the latter’s waist, hand on her smooth stomach.

“Jealous or horny?” Pope calls over from his board.

“Haven’t decided yet.”

After another couple of hours everyone decides to call it on a beach, returning to their respective homes to shower before meeting back up for a game night. The bass of John B. 's speaker vibrates JJ’s boat, other patrons look on in annoyance as the friends become increasingly louder throughout the night.

“Uno bitch! I win~” Angel sings, over the groans of everyone else. “Damn we should be playing for money.”

“Uno? You’re starting to sound more like Lu everyday.” Sarah huffs.

“Thank you.”

“She’s starting to sound like a cheater, that’s what she sounds like.” JJ accuses standing indignantly. “You’re cheating!”

Angel starts restacking the deck, rolling her eyes, “Yeah okay, you just don’t know how to play stacks cause you’re country, white boy.”

“Yeah, JJ you can’t even cheat at Uno.” Kie laughs.

“Can fucking too, she’s hiding cards, where the fuck are you gettin’ all those plus twos, huh? Back me up JB.”

“I mean you do keep winning.”

“Sarah!”

“Leave my friend alone, you guys are like, known for cheating.”

“Amen!” Cleo raises her drink, cheersing with Pope.

“Oh, y’all don’t believe me?” JJ asks loudly, getting an aggressive ‘hush’ from someone on the neighboring boat, to which he responds with a middle finger and getting louder. “Is this a mutiny on my own boat?” When everyone just blinks in response he shakes his head. “Fuck y’all ‘m’getting a beer. And don’t ask me for shit, ‘cept you JB!” he calls from the steps, as he headed below deck. “You can have whatever you want, baby boy!”

JJ heads to the cooler to grab more beer to take upstairs, cursing to himself when he realizes it’s empty. “Fuckin’, JB’s turn to restock.” he goes to slam the cooler shut and his hand slips, sliding against the broken part of the hand, effectively cutting it. “Fuck, man.” he grits his teeth before sucking on the wound on his finger.

“Hey, JJ, I know you said don’t ask you for shit, but I-oh shit your finger.” Angel pauses at the bottom of the steps.

“Yeah,” he says around the digit, “shit fucking stings…fuck fuck fuck-”

“Well first of all, take it out of your mouth,” she walks over, wrapping her smaller hand around his wrist to pull his finger free. “First aid?”

“Top shelf.”

“Mmkay.” she gets to the shelves in the dark corner of the room, pushing up onto her tip toes trying to at least climb up on the counter for leverage, struggling. After a few seconds she hears a laugh, but before she could ask ‘what the fuck is so funny, you’re gonna get tetanus and lose your hand’ she feels herself being lifted from the ground. She briefly looks down before sending her eyes back up to the ceiling to say a prayer for herself because, lord help her this boy lifted her with one arm.

“You can reach now?” JJ asks smugly.

“Um, yeah.”

When he brings Angel down they’re so close their chests brush against each other. JJ wets his bottom lip as he stares at hers.

Angel silently opens the kit, ignoring the heat that his hand still on her waist was creating and focusing on cleaning the cut on the free one. After she places a large bandaid on it, making a quiet comment under her breath about the fact that the bandaid has Bugs Bunny on it. Once Angel finishes, she looks at her work proudly, still holding his hand with both of hers. She surprises them both when she leans down, pressing a soft kiss to his palm murmuring an “All better.”

JJ didn’t know what came over him. He’s usually smooth. This is the one area of his life he’s always been in control, fully deciding what happened next. But it’s like his body moved before he could even think. She was just so…he just had to.

Usually when JJ kisses people he stops thinking. He shuts his mind off and focuses on the sensation.

This kiss with Angel filled his mind with thoughts.

As he brought one hand up to cup her jaw.

What’s she like in Maine? How long will she be here?

As he slips his tongue into her mouth.

What’s her real name? Her favorite color?

Uses his other hand to grab her ass, lifting her onto the table and stepping between her legs. She sucks his bottom lip into her mouth, grazing it lightly with her teeth and he tightens his grip on her jaw. “Fuck, Angel,”

“Pope!”

“Fucking excuse me?” JJ asks, pulling back to look at the girl before following her gaze over to the steps. “Pope, man-”

Pope stood there, seemingly suspended in space, one foot on the last step, one on the floor. Silently, his mouth opens and then closes before he simply turns and goes back up the steps.

“Well,” JJ laughs, “it was nice meeting you, princess,” he brings her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss there. “But now I gotta get the fuck off this boat before your best friend tries to kill me.”

#jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #outer banks #jj maybank x oc #jj maybank x kook #love #romance #friendship #sarah cameron #john b.#oc

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kookies2000 · 2 years

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Omg please elaborate on the “Darimila is Huntlow in a different font” comment I live for parallels and similarities

From what I remember, it's in the personality.

Hunter and Darius are similar in personality. They are both clearly organized and like things to be clean. Hunter saying how it was disgusting that Luz and Eda were touching the sea creature with their hands and Darius getting mad that Eda splattered mud on him. Just two spoiled divas living in a castle. They are both soldiers/leaders in a way. Hunter being the Golden Guard and knowing how to lead and protect the ones he cares for. Highly trained soldier. The same for Darius. He's pretty much the leader of the rebellion and knows how to lead and protect the ones he cares for. Also trained coven head. Plus the sarcastic and dark tones in their voices. They have that image to them too. That bad boy charm/badass personality that many just fall for. They also have a love for being dramatic and making dramatic entrances. 🤣 And of course, they love sewing and fashion. The only difference is that Darius is more confident while Hunter is traumatized. 😅

Camila and Willow are the same. Personality wise. Both were bullied at school and have insecurities. But they keep those insecurities inside so they can be strong for everyone else. They are both clearly athletic and very strong girls. Not to mention they're both nerds for certain things, plants/books. I also love their clear thirst for revenge when anyone hurts the ones they love. We will never forget how Camila just had la chancla in her purse set and ready? 🤣 And beats the hey out of Jacob, ties him up and locks him in the same cage he trapped Vee in. Then we have Willow who says goodbye to the Human World by saying she'll be back after she gets her revenge. 🤣 They're also both the mother/caring ones of the group. Willow was always the one to take care of everyone in the group and have advice. While Camila is an actual mom trying to take care of the kids and give advice. They both take care of other living beings, Willow takes care of plants and Camila takes care of animals. Caring nature basically. And for their image, plus size cute girls who are motherly in the most viscous way.

In summary, the attractive bad boy/badass image on the surface and acts like they don't care but secretly do. And they have a sad and angsty back story. While the other character is a motherly figure who will viciously protect their loved ones. They have many insecurities as well but they push them aside for the sake of being strong for the ones they love.

Yes, this is the reason. Someone on discord simply said it's Huntlow in a different font and I just got hooked. Same characters but not exact cardboard cutouts.

#the owl house #owl house #camila noceda #darius daemonne #this is the only reason I got hooked #like #who ever was the one that said that in the discord #congratulations #you accomplished your mission to make me ship it #toh camila #toh darius

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littlebigmouse · 2 years

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Theories about Martin, based on, like, two off-hand mentions about him from Jon. So Jon called him incompetent, and seems to be annoyed by his general existence. This leads me to the following theories:

Martin is genuinely incompetent at his job. That doesn't say anything about any other competencies he might have that could turn out to be useful when he actually does show up, but for whatever reason, he is objectively unfit to work at the archives

Martin is "incompetent" at his job, but only to a degree that Jon would consider him so. As in, maybe he tends to believe the people who make their statements and show himself to be agreeable and sympathetic, something that chronically sarcastic sceptic Jon doesn't like on principle

The fact that Jon kind of goes out of his way to be petty towards Martin (maybe don't record sarcastic comments about your coworkers into official work statements, asshole) makes me consider that Martin could be, to a degree, incredibly sassy, at least towards Jon. Because if he isn't, if he for example is JUST a soft sweetheart, that would make Jon just kind of a mean asshole. If however, Martin is generally nice to people, but then dishes Jon as much as he receives, that's a *dynamic*. I don't think Jon has the best... social interaction skills (based on the fact that he spends his days sitting in a basement doing dramatic voices by himself, occasionally dissing people who've been dead 30 years), so a guy who gets along well with all the other coworkers but has a completely different outlook on life (/the supernatural) and can also dish out as good as he receives would be absolutely able to drive Jon insance.

Given that Jon mentioned how pissed Sascha was that she wasn't promoted, I assume any sort of 'upstart'/'career driven' role would rather fall towards her. Which leads me to believe Martin doesn't have his job despite his incompetence/because he's one of these 'unqualified white guys who somehow keep their job just by talking' (who are then often arrogant and rivals in an office setting). I think that would have been introduced differently, but maybe it could still crop up if Sascha would get passed over for a promotion again which Martin would get despite Jon (and others?) agreeing that he isn't qualified enough. That could still be a plot point, I suppose. Alas, I do think it's funnier if Martin was just genuinely a nice guy that happens to drive Jon insane through very little fault of his own because tbh that's a dynamic I dig lol

#tma #jonathan sims #tma martin #the magnus archives #don't spoil me #but you are allowed to laugh at me

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imnotgoinghome · 2 years

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Time Flies When Your in Love

Summary: One simple bump in the shoulder can lead to a lot more

It felt pretty weird. Being 17, going to a new school for the first time since kindergarten. No friends, No idea where your class is, and a thousand people staring at you as you walk past them. You could feel the knot in your stomach. The pain only got worse as you walked down the hallway. Hundreds of people had bumped into you, but one of them hit you hard enough to knock the books right out of your hands.

“Omg I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you!”

You looked up to see a boy standing tall above you. All you could do was stare into his eyes. You were left speechless. His eyes were like black holes, the more you stared into them, the deeper you became. You suddenly felt words come to your mouth.

“Oh no it’s okay. I just dropped my books that’s all…” you said as you started to pick up your books.

“Do you need any help…?” The boy offered nicely.

He helped you pick up your books, which felt kinda out of the ordinary. All morning

people had stared at you as you walked down the halls for the first time. People weren’t that nice to you, some laughed at you, and others just stared. You figured that the boy would just keep walking, but he helped you. He was nice to you. You didn’t think much of it, but for some reason you had a feeling that this boy was different then the other kids.

“Thanks, but you didn’t have to do that…

I could’ve done it by myself.”

“Oh come on, I’m the reason they’re in the floor. The least I could do is help. It’s no problem really.” He insisted. “Oh, I never got your name.” He said, slightly laughing.

“oh um… my names y/n…. Y/n

Y/L/n” you told him.

“Wow, y/n… it suits you. Oh and I’m Peter, by the way. Peter Parker.”

“Peter Parker… I like it. It has a nice ring to it.” You said dramatically.

“Why thank you miss Y/n Y/L/n.” Peter said, bowing. “So is today your first day? I haven’t seen you before.” He asked still laughing.

“Yeah, I actually just moved here, so still new to the whole…” you said gesturing to the school. “You know” you said slightly laughing.

“Oh believe, I know. I get it, I had a terrible first day” Peter said laughing. “This kid named flash pushed me down the stairs… yeah that was not fun” he added as you put your hand over or mouth.

“Omg… that sounds like it hurts” you said, with your hand over your mouth, in a slightly muffled voice.

“Yeah it did. So I get it. If you ever need to vent about something bad that happens or happened to you, believe I’ll understand” he said as he smiled.

You took your hand away from your mouth. “Well I might just have to take you up in that sometime, Mr. Parker” You said comedically. “Oh and could you show me the way to room 104? You know how, when your new, you have no idea where anything is, that’s how I feel right now” you said as you once again gestured to the school.

“Yeah, that’s actually my first class so it’s not that hard to find” he said as he smiled.

“Thanks. You know I really appreciate all this. The apology, the help with my books, and now your walking me to class. Your a really nice guy, Peter.” You said as you two began to walk down the hallway.

“Oh it’s so hard… you know, cause all of us guys are so tough, and we’re hate all girls, and we just suck in general.” He said sarcastically.

You laughed. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant no one has really paid attention to me and didn’t really care. So I appreciate you caring.” You said as you laughed.

“Welcome to Mid-Town High, where people are on concerned about themselves!” Peter said enthusiastically.

“Thanks” you said through a laugh.

You and Peter walked to class, talking the entire time. You seemed to really bond, like you were met to be friends. When you reached the classroom door, Peter went in first, and you waited a minute to just breath. When you walked in, the teacher stopped what she was doing to introduced you to the class.

“Okay, everyone settle down, we have a new student joining us today. Everyone this is Y/n.” You waved.

“Y/n you can sit by Peter.” She pointed to Peter. The boy you had just walked to class with was now the person you sat by. You nodded to the teacher and went sit down

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” You said in a whisper once you sat down.

“Let me think” he replied. “No, sorry” he said quietly, making you giggle.

Class went on for what felt like forever. You got tired of listening about ten minutes in. You already knew what the lesson was about. You had learned it last year. You had been taking notes, but that soon turned useless. You had already written all of it down, so you just fiddled and tapped your pen, but ended up deciding to draw.

Peter noticed how a lot of your drawing were of daisies, which was your favorite flower. He loved how you took your time, making everything prefect. He also saw that you had began to write notes but stopped. He never took notes, unless it was for his own personal needs, not for school. He couldn’t help but noticed how you signed the pages with your signature. You prefect signature. Everything about you was prefect, or at least, to him it was.

He knew he couldn’t ask you, he would be to nervous. So he did the only thing he could think of. He wrote a note. When he was done, and happy with it, he slid the blue stick note on to the top of your notebook page, not wanting to mess up anything you were doing. You saw the little piece of paper on your notebook and opened it.

[Do you have any plans for lunch? I was wondering if you would want to sit with me. A couple of my friends will be there too, but I’m sure they’ll love you… anyway hope this isn’t weird, but I think we get along great and that we could be really good friends, so um just let me know… —Peter]

You read the note, smiling. You tried to play it cool, but in the inside you were screaming. You quickly pulled out a little pad of pink sticker notes and wrote on it.

[Ok, first off it’s cute that you think you need to write a note to get my attention. And second of course I’ll sit with you at lunch. And last but not least, it’s not that weird, I felt it too. I mean we did kinda bond. And I can’t wait to met your friends. —Y/n :)]

When you were happy with it, you pulled it off the pad and stuck it to your finger. You slid the note on to his notebook. When he saw it, he quickly picked it up and read it. He had been so nervous as to what you might say, he wasn’t really breathing. He let out a huge sigh of relief when he finished reading it. Saying he was happy was an understatement. He could’ve screamed, but you were in class and he didn’t really want to cause any problems. So he picked up his sticky notes and wrote a little note.

[Whatcha drawing?]

He slid it onto your notebook.

[ Just some flowers. It’s what I do when I’m bored, I draw. It also helps me focus… it’s kinda weird I know, but it helps, so I just do it. I get in trouble for it a lot, but hey, what helps, helps…]

You hit him in the shin with your foot and quickly passed him the note under the table. You didn’t want the teacher to see what you were doing, because who dose? He read it with a smile on his face.

[That’s not that weird. I mean, I can do some pretty weird things too]

He passed the note to you, after waiting for the teacher to look away.

[Like what?]

You asked him curiously. He seemed like a pretty normal guy to you, so when he said he can do some pretty weird things, it kinda of confused you. Too you he was just Peter Parker, but what you didn’t know was that he was also Spider-Man. No one knew except him. He hadn’t told anyone, not even his aunt. He knew he had said a little to much, but there was no going back now. So he lied, he wanted to tell you, but he wasn’t ready. And he didn’t want to tell you through a note. He wanted it to mean something.

[Well there’s a lot of thing you don’t know about me. Hey, Are you doing anything after school today?]

[no, why?]

[we’ll do you wanna hang out after school? We could go to Mr Delmars or the park or idk.. like we could just get to know each other, if you want to. I don’t want to force you to hang out with me or anything. But do you wanna?]

He was so nervous. He really hoped you’d say yes, but part of him thought you would say no. I mean you had just met him an hour ago, but he was prefect. He had the most beautiful floppy, curly, brown hair you had ever seen. And his eyes had a certain gleam to them which sparked in the light. He was prefect in every way possible, well to you at least.

[Wow Peter Parker, to ask a girl you just met an hour ago to hang out with you after school, that takes guts. I would love to “hang out” after school today… :)]

You pasted Peter the note, catching the teachers attention.

“Excuse me do we have a problem?” the teacher asked staring at you and Peter. “No ma’am.” You quickly said, trying not to laugh. “No problem here.” Peter Added making it more believable.

You were telling the truth. Nothing was wrong, you just didn’t really want the teacher to know that Peter basically just asked you out. You knew he would be so embarrassed if she read it out loud, especially if she read all the notes. So you didn’t tell her what you were doing. The be far, it’s not like you lied. She just didn’t ask for every detail, so you just didn’t tell her. She eyed you suspiciously. She was determined to find something out of place or extra on your table, but she couldn’t. You just have her a thumbs up, and said “I’m sorry” in sign language, which she understood. So she did what any good teacher would do and continued her lesson. When she looked away you quickly wrote something down and gave it to Peter.

[What?!?! Can you believe she believed us? Are all teacher this gullible?? What the heck!]

You were genuinely confused. You had never had a teacher that was that gullible. You had gotten used to getting in trouble for drawing or writing notes to your friends in class, but you had never gotten away with it. This was the first time a teacher didn’t question you.

[This is the first time she has ever let anything like passing notes slid. Honestly it’s kinda scary. :|]

Peter was confused too. He knew the teacher had seen the notes, they were all over his desk. He was amazed that she didn’t take them and read them to the class or something. He was just as confused as you were. You two shared a confused, yet amazed glance. You decided to continue your conversation after class and just try to focus on the lesson. After a while the bell rang. The bell that meant class was over. Everybody rushed out of the classroom. You and Peter walked out before the teacher could stop up. You didn’t want to have to explain your conversation. You started walking down the hallway together, jaws dropped.

“Can you believe that?” You asked as you giggled, looking at Peter.

“How did she fall for that?” He said slightly laughing.

“Man I didn’t know teachers could be so gullible. I thought they were better then that” you said making Peter laugh even harder.

“They really need to step up their game.” You added once the laughter died down.

“Yeah they do. And by the way, I didn’t think it was weird. It’s different, but not entirely weird.” He said making you giggle.

“Thanks. It’s good to know that the first person I met at my new school doesn’t think I’m a total nut job just yet.” You said making him laugh.

“Just yet?” He asked, still slightly laughing.

“Oh once you get to know me, you’ll change you mind…” you said, coming to a stop.

“Well I’m sure that once I get to know you you’ll be just as weird as you are know” he said through a smile.

“What like your not weird… dude you know everything!” You said playfully hitting him in the arm.

“Says the girl that was drawing the entire class” he said, making you sarcastically drop your jaw, putting your hand on your chest.

“Is Peter Parker making fun of me? Wow I never thought this day would come… it hurts, even when a nerd dose it…” you said looking at the floor.

“Hey, hey, hey… just because I’m smart doesn’t mean I’m a nerd…” he said jokingly.

“Dude, have you heard of stereotypes? Yeah it kinda dose!” You said looking wide eyed at him.

“Wow… that hurt more then when Flash says it… I’m offended that you would stereotype me…” he said slightly hurt, but mostly joking.

“Look dude, I’ve known you for like two hours ok? I don’t even know you.” You said the last part sarcastically as you started to walk off.

“Ok that’s not fair!” He said raising his voice a little.

“Uh yeah it is!” You said turning around. “I’ll see you at lunch loser!” You added turning around again and walking off.

Peter just stood there for a minute taking in your conversation. He had only known you for about two hours, but he felt like he knew everything about you. He had just made the best friend he had ever had. He had no idea how it all happened, but it did.

The flood gates were opened when the bell rang. People spilling out of the school, going every direction. You waited for Peter by his locker, which just so happen to be right next to yours. He ran over to you when he saw you.

“Hi” Peter said sounding kinda nervous.

“You don’t have to be nervous” you said through a sarcastic smile.

“Right, sorry” he said shaking his head, slightly laughing.

“It’s okay, your pretty awkward.” You said making him laugh. “Anyway, should we get going?” You said making him smile.

“Sure…. But just double checking, where are we going? You never said.” Peter Said still slightly laughing.

“I guess I didn’t, um well why don’t we go to Delmars.” You said playfully.

“Ok so I know where to walk now.” He said turning to the street to the right.

You stood there laughing as Peter, who you know considered your best friend, started to walk but quickly stop himself, knowing that he was going the wrong direction. He turned around to you.

“Sorry, my brain is not working right now” he said as he pointed himself in the right direction.

After you and Peter got your sandwiches, you had decided to bring them back to your apartment building. But that was two years ago. Everything had changed now, except for Peter Parker. He was still your best friend in the whole world. Sure you had graduated high school, but he was still there. He had had some pretty rough times too. He had his identity revealed to the whole world, then had everyone forget who he was, of course after all the crazy villains he had to fight. But for so reason you never forgot Peter. When he found out that you remembered him, he couldn’t have been happier. Well, that’s a lie, he could have been happier. There was one thing in the entire world that he wanted more then anything. It was also something you wanted, but he didn’t know that. You hadn’t known how he was feeling and didn’t want to ruin your entire friendship with the three words you had been wanting to say since day one.

You told Peter to met you on the roof because you had a surprise for him. This was it, no going back. It was time he knew the truth. You couldn’t keep it in any longer. So you decided to tell him.

“How’s my favorite Spidery?” You asked playfully as you opened the door to the roof.

“Are you ever gonna drop that?” Peter asked standing up.

“Ok look, I’m the only person on this plant who knows you exist, so I feel like I can call you whatever I want” you said as you got closer to him.

“Please down remind me, and that’s harsh” he said as he took the sandwich out of your hand. “Thanks for the sandwich” he said as he went to sit on the ledge.

“Wow that— that hurt.” You stated dramatically as you sit next to him.

“Look at that sunset” Peter pointed out. It looked like a painting. It was beautiful.

“Wow, it’s beautiful” you added as you put your head on Peter’s chest. You had made your way to so chairs on the roof, they were safer then a ledge. Peter had made you sit with him because you got cold. You were sitting in-between his legs, your head on his chest.

“Not as beautiful as you” Peter said, completely serious.

“Ok, wow, I didn’t not expect my best friend to flirt with me” you said as you sat up and faced him.

“I was not flirting” he started, making you laugh.

“First he flirts, and now he lies… who are you?” You asked after a slight pause, making the question a little more dramatic then it had to be.

“A guy who likes to complement his best friend, and who cares about her” he said scooting closer to you.

“Wow, that was the worst lie I’ve ever heard” you said through a questionable smile, making him laugh. You stood up and started walking over to the ledge.

“Oh come on really? I didn’t think it was that bad” he said making you giggle as he walked over to you. You were staring at the tiny people you could just barley see.

“Can you believe that we’ve been friends for two years now? Seems like just yesterday we collided into each other in the hallway at school” You said turning to him.

“I know, do you remember when the teacher caught us passing notes? You weren’t fazed, and I was freaking out in my head. I honestly thought we might go to jail” Peter added making you laugh. He turned to face you. You noticed something in his hand but didn’t say anything.

“Yeah, you looked so scared.” You said playfully.

“I have something to tell you. And it’s really important, or at least, to me.” You didn’t know what to say after Peter’s confession, so you just nodded. He took what looked like a sticky note out of his hand and gave it to you.

“Really? A note? Are we in 3rd grade?” You asked jokingly.

“Just reads it please, I’m trying to confess something here, don’t make this hard on me” Peter said as he threw his head back. He looked back at you as you opened the note.

[im in love with you]

The five words you had been waiting to say to him, he just said to you. You read the note a thousand times. You literally couldn’t have been happier.

“You really mean it?” You asked a little suspicious, but over joyed at the same time.

“Yeah…” Peter said, quietly looking at the ground.

You quickly pulled out your sticky notes and a pen, you had started keeping them with you when you met Peter, and wrote a few words down.

[Hate to break it to you, but I’m in love with you too…]

“Here” you gave the note to Peter. He looked at you like you were crazy, but read the note.

“Wait did we just confess our love for each other through notes?” Peter asked when he read it.

“What can I say, we’re just 3rd grades. We are stupid dumb children who—”

“Just shut up and come here” Peter cut you off. He didn’t want to listen to you talk anymore. So he did the thing he had been wanted to do since he met you. He kissed you. You were surprised at first, but soon you were kissing him back. You arms made their way around his neck as his hands made their to waist, soon making their way to the back pockets of your jeans. It was like the weight of the world had been lifted off your shoulders. You let the kiss linger. Neither of you had be kissed before, but you were happy that you could share it together. You pulled away and looked at Peter, wide eyed.

“I love you” you said kinda childish, making Peter laugh.

“I love you too” he said childish back, making you giggle and take your arms away from his neck. He took his hands out of your jean pockets and intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Oh, I have something for you” Peter said as he suddenly remembered something. “Here” he said handing you a blue sticky note.

[Y/n Y/L/n, will you be my girlfriend?]

You read the note, laughing.

“Wow Peter, I didn’t know you had the ability to ask such a question.” You said jokingly. Peter was normally a pretty awkward guy, except when he was with you. He felt safe around you, he trusted you, he loved you.

“Well there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me…” he said, closing the gap between you. Your hands made their way around his neck, as his made their to your waist once again.

#peter parker x reader #romance #friends to lovers #cuteness #couple goals

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