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amydancepants-peralta · 4 years

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prompt: jake being the sweet and caring husband he is when amy gets her period, sometime during trying/before ding dong

The first thing Jake notices is the empty tampon packaging in the trash can in their bathroom, the blue cardboard sticking out amongst the tissues as he discards the last of his contact solution.

It’s presence doesn’t surprise him - it’s the same brand that Amy’s been using for years. Cross referenced with the other brands with her typical Type-A regularity for value, availability and reliability; she will often conclude her findings with a satisfied grin, pleased with the knowledge that she is in fact still using the best available option on the market. It’s packaging is a sight that’s as normal as all the rest, and having grown up with his mother and occasionally getting to the stage of regular stay-overs with various girlfriends over the years, Jake is no stranger to finding such things in the trash.

He’s been expecting it for days actually, which probably sounds odd but he’s known Amy for so long that he knows how to read the signs. Breast tenderness was one - and she’d pulled away slightly from the hug he’d given her a couple of days ago, eyebrows knitting in silent discomfort as she’d readjusted her position in his arms before tucking her face into his neck, and it made him realise that a few weeks had (somehow) already passed.

(It had been a hug of commiseration, the latest negative test in what felt like an endless tally of negatives still clutched in her left hand as she wound her arms around his waist, and he knew that she’d been hoping that all the signs her body had been sending her way would be related to a brand new life growing inside her, instead of an indicator for the opposite.)

Another sign (and admittedly, the more obvious one) was the tiny red dot that Amy marks on their calendar each month - in the same location as the ones she marks on her planner - and in true Santiago style, it was right on time. So the empty carton comes as no surprise - but if he was to be completely honest, there was still a tiny part of him that had held onto a sliver of hope that maybe, after they’d given up the rigid scheduling and just started trying to try, that maybe this time the test would be wrong, and they’d have finally gotten it right.

But they hadn’t, and now her body has the receipts.

He knows that Amy thinks it’s her that is failing them, and even though he makes the joke, he wishes that she’d acknowledge the likelihood of it being his. After all, you only need to compare the difference between their genes to know which one of their bodies is way more likely to turn up for their duty on time and ready to go, and which is likely to be a few minutes (too) late. Whether she can’t see it or simply doesn’t want to, Jake isn’t sure. But he’d give anything to be able to make it easier.

Amy’s already in the process of swallowing two Advil at their kitchen sink when he walks in, and as she stretches forward to wash out her glass Jake wraps his left arm around her middle, pressing his chest against her back as he squeezes. Letting out a soft hey, she leans into his touch, and even though Jake can feel the smile on her face when he presses a kiss to her cheek, he can hear the resignation in her voice. He lowers his head to leave another kiss along the side of her neck, wrapping both arms around her middle and resting his forehead against her shoulder when her hands move to cover his. She sighs, and slowly he nods.

“You smell good,” she whispers to break the silence, and eventually Jake shifts his hands from her middle to their kitchen counter, giving her room to turn in place. He catches her gaze when they’re finally face to face, finding all of the sadness that she’s trying so valiantly to mask, mirroring her response when she shrugs in a total loss for words. Her hand moves to rest against his cheek, a touch that is so familiar but still feels so perfect every time she does it, and when he leans in for proper kiss all he can think is how he’d give her the world, if he only knew how.

“I’m just about to call my mom,” Amy mumbles, resting her hands on Jake’s waist and letting them linger as he begins to step back. “I’ve been putting it off for days.” It was something that used to be a lot more regular - until the conversation began to turn towards ovulation schedules and conception suggestions - and as the months went by it just became too difficult for Amy to hear how easy it was for others to do the one thing she was struggling so hard to get right.

Jake nods, deciding in the interim to do a run to the nearest corner store and grab a few necessities. (This phone call, he knew, was going to need space - and he rather give it to Amy before she needed to ask.)

He can hear the hey, mom from their bedroom as he peels the list from it’s magnetic pad on the fridge, and blowing Amy a kiss even though he knows she’ll never see it from the kitchen he heads out, closing the door just loudly enough for her to know that he’s definitely gone.

The Sampson’s Grocers is a relatively new addition to their neighbourhood, a family owned business that sits five and half blocks away from their apartment but always has the best produce. The aisles are familiar to Jake, the layout remaining unchanged each time he comes here with Amy, and he grabs a basket from the door and begins filling it up as he moves through the store.

Because it was written by his wife, the list in his hand has been itemised according to aisle, and it takes him no time at all to gather all of the items, deciding to do a second lap just in case there’s something they’ve both forgotten to put down (and perhaps also to buy Amy and Camila just a little more time).

Because he loves his wife, he stops past the sanitary products in aisle seven, grabbing a twin pack of each level of absorbency and making a mental note to collect the chocolate she likes on the way back to the register.

Because he believes in their future, he gathers another three packets of Amy’s favoured pregnancy test - the ones with the 99.9% certified accuracy - and places them in the basket next to the tampons.

(And because they’re on sale, he grabs an extra packet of sour gummy worms that may or may not end up making it all the way home.)

Normally, for the first few days of her period Amy would be seeking all of her favourites - warm blankets, hot chocolate, takeout and a marathon run of old Jeopardy episodes, all in no particular order. Long since mastering the art of filing up water bottles with one hand while ordering takeout online with the other, Jake hesitates outside their favourite Thai restaurant before deciding to forgo.

(These past few months have been different, and he has the strongest instinct that today is going to be the same.)

She’s on the couch with a blanket covering her feet by the time he walks in the door, eco-friendly bags hanging in his left hand as he closes the door with his right, and gives him a soft smile as he heads towards the kitchen to put everything away. Her positioning leads Jake to think that the pain relief has kicked in but he still moves quickly, eager to return to Amy (it is their day off together, after all), and as he’s finishing up he calls out if she needs anything.

“No. Just you.” Comes her reply, and maybe there’s still a couple of items left on the counter, but clearly out of the two options (out of ANY two options, really), Amy is going to be his priority, and he makes a beeline straight to the living room, capturing her smile and storing it away in his heart with all of the others when he gets there. Grabbing his left hand, Amy pulls it towards her and leaves a kiss against his palm, and when Jake shuffles along the couch to move closer she snuggles into his side, resting her head against his shoulder like that is it’s second home (which, to be fair, it kind of is).

Amy’s hand slides around his waist, toying with the belt loops of his jeans, and after a pause she glances up. “My mom suggested a hormonal assistance program I could start taking that .. actually sounds kinda promising. I’m going to call my doctor tomorrow and see what she thinks.”

He nods, running his right hand along her forearm. “That sounds like a great idea, babe.” She nods into his hoodie, and when the silence stretches out he continues. “Do you want me to get you a hot water bottle or anything?”

Her grip around his waist tightens, as though Jake’s sentence alone was enough of a threat for her, and shakes her head before tucking her nose into his neck. “No. Just you.”

He nods again, resting his head against hers as she takes in a deep breath. This has been the change in recent months, now that the beginning of her period doesn’t just mean persistent aches from all the cramping and no chance of sex for five to seven days. Now, it told her that even though they’d tried their hardest - and then for a little while, didn’t officially ‘try’ at all - that despite her best efforts, nothing had worked, and they (she) had failed again. Now, the pain wasn’t just from the contracting muscles in her uterine walls (he’s read a lot about conception and biology in the last six months); now, the pain is compounded by the confirmation that once again, there would be no mini Peralta-Santiago arriving in nine months time.

She asks him if he thinks everything is going to work out; her voice so soft you almost wouldn’t hear it (but he hears her, even when she thinks he doesn’t), and he nods, shifting to press a kiss to her forehead to seal the promise. There’s no way for him to know for sure - and he’s well aware that as time presses on things will only get harder - but he believes in them with every fibre of his being, and if there was anybody that could come out of this battle a winner, it is Amy Santiago.

So he tells her yes, tells her that he loves her and that everything will be okay, and because she loves him her body relaxes against his, knees curling up until they’re resting just along the outside of his thigh.

“You know, I could actually kinda go for some chocolate,” she mumbles, twisting her neck until her cheek is resting against his chest, and Jake smiles in victory because he knew this was coming.

“Ask and you shall receive, my darling wife.” His left hand disappears from her thigh, reaching into the pocket of his hoodie and grinning brightly as he reveals a family sized block of her favourite - thankfully unmelted due to the slightly cooler weather outside - and her eyes light up in glee. She gives him a chocolate flavoured kiss a few minutes later, telling her she loves him with her actions just as much as her words, and honestly, all of world’s problems could probably be solved by a little chocolate.

It will only be a few more weeks before there will be no need for the recently purchased packets of tampons, and they will get stashed away to the back of the cupboard for their eventual need in nine or ten months time, but for now the day passes with the two of them stretched out on the couch.

There is so much proof of their love within these four walls, and the greatest proof of all is yet to come, but for now all they need is a couple of Advil, a block of chocolate, and the arms of the one you love.

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letsperaltiago · 4 years

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baby, your love is gonna change me

In which Jake and Amy spend the night they find out they're pregnant expressing just how much they love each other and talk to their future baby for the first time (Oneshot following the events of s07e07 ‘Ding Dong’)

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An indescribable surge of adrenaline mixed with what could very well be an overdose of endorphins sends his body into an euphoria-like trance the second she confirms his whispered, afraid of it all being a dream, question: they’re indeed having a baby.

Exactly as just how indescribable the pain of hopelessly trying without results had been, equally indescribably incredible was this moment of reaching the mountain top to finally feel the past months of struggling paying off. No other feeling could possibly outdo the current feeling of holding his wife so close knowing that life, life which they’d created together, was growing inside of her at this very moment.

His emotions were obviously as well as shamelessly out of control and it showed. The second Amy pulled back from the embrace, she was to be snatched back into what this time would be a tender kiss connoting hands holding and stroking her waist, occasionally drifting off to caress their baby’s temporary home. Meanwhile her thumbs took care of erasing the trace of tears on his face, where the cupping of her hands fit perfectly around his jaws and cheeks.

“I love you so much,” he whispered in between steady clashing of their lips, feeling her smile against him.

“I love you too. So much, Jake.”

Not much else was needed nor said that night except for sounds of love in the form of whimpered declarations of love in-between clashing of bare skin and entangled limbs, until the culmination the evening’s events, emotional as well as physical, surmounted its climax in its final form as erratic thrusts and cries of pleasure.

Then, apart from their heavy breathing, total silence swallowed the deflating rush of coming down: him collapsed on top of her with his now messy, from passionate clawing and pulling, sweaty curls and head atop her chest. Of course, as she knew he loved it and so did she, Amy let her shaky fingers come up to play with said curls only making them even more of a mess although just that more enticing to look at through half-shut eyes hiding behind drowsy lids.

There was barely enough time to catch their breaths, properly that is, both of them still very clearly heaving for air that wasn’t heavy with the smell and feel of sex, before Jake decided to use his last remaining strength to switch back to a hovering position above his wife.

“What are you doing?” her words were laced with an aroused giggle.

“I’m-“ he let a long, tender kiss to her collarbone interrupt him before pulling back only to kiss her jaw leaving his lips in the same spot when continuing to mumble - this time into her golden, clammy skin, “-going to give our baby a proper first hello.”

In no way, in this world or another, could Amy Santiago’s heart repress the swelling triggered by this comment showing her just how right Jake Peralta was for her. The decision to build a life with him, though it been taken very unconsciously since he had his ways of just naturally slip imperfectly perfectly into the depth of every crook of her life , had never felt more perfect than in that moment where he, even time after time, showered her and their little, now growing, family with love and adoration.

“Do you really want your child’s first impression of you to be you very much naked and partially still-” a swift nudge of her leg shifted his lower body just enough for him to slip the remaining distance out of her, “-inside of their mother?”

She cocked an eyebrow grinning playfully at the prompt groan escaping him in response to the movement, not-so-secretly adoring the thought of her husband being too worn out by sex to notice his tactlessly steadfast genital.

“Very funny,” he regained his posture before playfully biting the tip of her nose, successfully earning him a loud rupture of laughter and a swat to his chest. “You do realize that there’s a way bigger chance, no, a hundred percent chance, they’re hearing rather than seeing this, right? So shame on you, Santiago, for exposing our baby to such x-rated content.”

Simply being a natural reaction to ‘our baby’, the words almost threw her completely off track with the immense amount of indescribable happiness it sent rushing through her entire body.

“Shut up,” and indeed he did, having no choice when she grabbed his face to pull him down for yet another, too many that night to count, kiss. The smile she could feel against her lips was still present once she pulled back to add another cocky remark. “They can neither hear nor see anything yet at this point, silly.”

“Whatever. You shut up.”

In any other scenario Amy would’ve consistently kept on proving her point till he’d pick up on agreeing with it, yet there was something about being bluntly told to shut up by a mussy-haired, post-sex feeble Jake that swept the urge to correct him off her itinerary. Occasionally, being shut up by Jake was very much enjoyable and worth biting her tongue for.

“Now,” he wriggled his way down his wife, skin rubbing against skin tickling her in the process.

“Jake, what are-”

“As I said, I’m going to properly introduce myself,” the tickling stopped the second he settled under the covers, torso, carefully, resting in between her legs to give him face-to-belly access with his future son or daughter.

“Hi there, little bean. It’s me: your daddy.”

The quick realization that he was indeed sticking to his words, thus not wanting to miss the moment, of course goaded Amy to lift the covers only to be met by a sight, rather silly but nonetheless absolutely adorable, she wished she could’ve captured to replay forever: Jake, flat on his stomach against her abdomen with a hand carefully tracing the curves of her soon to grow belly all while looking at it in such an investigative and curious way that Amy was left speechless.

“You probably won’t be able to comprehend a whole lot for another few months or so, but…” his hands paused on the soft pouch where the tiny human would soon grow bigger and stronger. All she could do was, carefully as to not interrupt the moment, push the covers down to rest on her husband’s shoulders in order to allow the scene to unfold freely before her without having to hold up the makeshift fort he’d created when he’d crept down beneath it.

“Your mom, the beautiful lady who carries you around all day, and I have worked really hard on getting you here, and we already love you so much.”

Extra hormones or not, truly not believing that anyone could physically hold back some kind of sign of being moved at the sight of this moment. Overwhelmed by how right Jake Peralta was for her and their baby, Amy felt tears forming in her eyes. No, she didn’t have any comparable moments with any other person but yet she was so very sure that this was where she wanted to and was meant to be more than anywhere else in the world. This made all the time she’d struggled with dating anyone from hopeless magicians and snobby dentists completely and utterly irrelevant. This place, here with him, was her forever coming home.

As if by pulled in by magnetic force, physically unable to fight it, her hand made its way back to his hair as he continued chatting with the embryo.

“I know you can’t express much right now, you know, with you still being a tiny blob and everything...”

The corners of Amy’s lips pulled into an amused smile stifling a small chuckle as to preserve the moment. Tiny tears were still teasing her eyes, some even already spilled onto her face.

“But if you need anything, please let us know, okay? You can just, I don’t know, make mommy throw up or, like , kick her in the ribs. I promise I will take the blame, take care of her and try to figure out what you need. Team work, you know?”

He looked up to meet her gaze receiving a tiny nod of approval, smiling eyes telling him everything he needed to know.

“In the meantime, until you’re out here with us, your mom and I will do anything we can to prepare for you so that you won’t have to cry as much when you finally get here. I mean, I will gladly give up sleep for you but, on the other hand, I won’t complain about actually getting some, just a tiny bit, either.”

“I appreciate you trying to teach them this but I’m also afraid that you’re going to be very disappointed, Peralta,” Amy sniffled, smiling through her now reddened, tearstained face.

“I know,” he chuckled looking up at his wife with deep brown, crowded with love and emotion, eyes. “Anyways,” he redirected his gaze back to the belly before stroking it and in return earning him a small quiver in reaction to the cool metal around his ring finger. “I love you so much already and I can’t wait to meet you. Until then we can get to know each other better like this. I’d really like that…”

“I’d really really like that too,” Amy complied along with a small flick of her wrist, a tug on his hair, that prompted him to kiss the belly as one last affectionate touch before crawling back up her body to, where he immediately showered the entirety of her glowing face with another few affectionate pecks.

Having had so many emotions run high all evening eventually led to their physical strength, the bit they’d had left after the stupid good, very emotionally charged sex, running out.

He dropped off of her body, into the comfort of their mattress, to lie on his side automatically inviting her to scoot back into his now free grip, earning him a perfect position where he could easily wrap his arms around her middle whilst also hold onto their baby.

“I can’t wait to meet them,” he whispered then pecked the back of her neck before burying his face in it with a relaxed, happier than ever sigh.

“Me neither.”

He couldn’t see this but a delighted smile was still stuck to her face when she positioned her hands on top of his on her belly.

“Our baby.”

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wxnterxsxldier · 4 years

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Kintsugi

Summary: After an encounter the Winter Soldier Y/N realizes that she’ll always be second best when it came to Peggy, she’d never be enough for Steve to love her alone. Little by little, crack by crack she begins to look elsewhere for love and she finds it....... in the Winter Soldier himself. The two fill the holes in their hearts with gold and make something beautiful from something broken.

Pairing: Steve x Reader eventual Bucky x Reader.

Chapter Warnings:Language, angst. Oh and NOT beta read since I have no friends.

Words: 1.2k

Note:I’d install Interactive Fics to change Y/N and L/N to the name(s) of your choice! It helps with the reading process I find. This fic features female pronouns. All flashbacks will be in italics and divided for ease and the song of the chapter is Does She Know? by Astrid S.

Y/N never anticipated to fall for Steve, it was never in her plans to talk to her mother about him for hours on end, with her older brother chiming in about Steve’s “Star Spangled Ding Dong.”

She never expected to wake up in his muscular arms and feel his chin atop her head, inhaling her scent. His slightly chapped lips brushing against hers until the kisses become feverish and they get lost in each other under the warm sunrise. Their bodies painted shades of pink and gold, hair brightened in the daylight and eyes darkened with lust as you two move in harmony.

Y/N certainly never expected to love him so much and then slowly lose him to Peggy Carter one day at a time. Little by little, each instance breaking her heart a tiny bit more each time.

“You doin’ alright Kitten? You seem a million miles away?” Steve asks as he plants on Y/N’s cheek, pulling her from her thoughts.

Instantly she plasters a smile on her face, the same one that made Steve’s heart skip a beat. He ‘s noticed that her don’t shine the same when he looks at her, they’ve been getting duller and duller as time went on, and he doesn’t know why. It hurt him to know that something was wrong and he couldn’t fix it, he’d ask but the answer was always the same, “I’m fine Honey, just tired is all.” With a smile on her beautiful face. Steve would only give her a false smile in return and leave to punch his frustrations away.

Deep down Steve knew why this happened, what he did to cause a rift between them but he couldn’t face it so he pushed it down, so deep that when his world is crumbling down, he won’t know who’s to blame even though it’s his fault.

“I’m fine Honey, just tired is all.” She replied with a smile, this time Steve only nodded and went on his way. When he was out of view Y/N's smile fell away and she was drawn back to her thoughts, the hollow feeling in her chest returns as her thoughts drifted back to when the feeling started.

After picking up Sitwell the five of them stopped for snacks, Y/N had gotten little churro bites and spent her time in the back seat eating them, occasionally handing ones to the other people in the car. Each time Steve was fed a churro bite he’d always say, “Thanks Kitten.” making Y/N blush and the cars other occupants groan at the couples antics even though they had been together for a year. Just as Y/N finishes giving Sitwell his third churro bite he was ripped from the vehicle.

“Holy shit, his ass flew!” She screeched, pulling a pistol from its holster. A S.H.I.E.L.D agent of two years Y/N L/N has garnered a reputation for being a great marksman, a very funny and thoughtful person as well as the maker of the best lasagna in the whole agency, a huge hit at the company potluck. The same gloved hand knocks the small bag of churro bites from Y/N’s hand as she moves to put them into her bag for later.

“I know damn well this bitch didn’t just knock my $10 churro bites to the damn ground! SAM PULL THE FUCK OV-” Y/N never finishes as the steering-wheel is ripped from it’s rightful place.

“SHIT!” Sam yelled, Y/N and Natasha climbing to the front of the vehicle, weapons at the ready, shooting the top of the car.

The car swerves as Sam slams the brakes. The four of them climb out of the car to see a man dressed in all black, eyes lined with kohl as black as the night sky, making his blue eyes startlingly bright. His metal arm shines blindingly bright in the sunlight, the red star catching Y/N’s attention.

“Well, well, well the one and only Winter Soldier. Ya know, I thought you’d be taller.” Y/N says with a smile, cocking her gun and firing at the man.

He deflects the bullets as he rushes her, before he can reach her Steve pushed them both out of the way to safety. A clank made the two look for the source of the noise and Y/N could practically hear Steve’s heart stop.

It was his compass, it laid a few feet away, wide open. The portrait of Peggy Carter staring them in the face. Y/N never minded Steve’s attachment to the compass and Peggy but what he did next struck Y/N to her very core. It was so very brief, but to Y/N it felt like it was a lifetime.

He let her go.

Steve let Y/N go to hurriedly retrieve his compass and as Natasha and Sam kept the Winter Soldier at bay with their weapons. He brushed his thumb across her photo.

Instead of protecting Y/N he protected Peggy, the woman who had moved on from him but he couldn’t move on from her.It was at that moment Y/N realized that she would never be enough, although she tried so very hard to be. She would never be Peggy Carter and Steve would never love her the way she loved him, the way he loved Peggy.

CRACK!

The first break of many, the many breaks that would leave her big heart a shell of what it once was.

Y/N brings herself back and wipes the tears that have fallen down her face as she remembers where the hallowing of her heart began.

“I’ll never be enough, she had him from the start.” She cries softly, the moments crash together in a blur.

“I love you, only you.” CRACK

“I’ll always love her Y/N. But know that I love you more.” CRACK

“Never got that dance.” CRACK

“I love you so much Peggy!”

SNAP!

“I’ll always be second best when it comes to Steve’s love, I refuse to stay someone’s second best.” She whispers, standing up and silently heading out of the compound with a bag in hand and not looking back until the moon was behind her. It was all going well...until she felt herself being grabbed, shot full of something and it all went black.

After what felt like forever the veil of darkness was lifted and there he stood. The man who although by accident, showed her the truth. James Buchanan Barnes: The Winter Soldier, standing above her with a bag of churros in his hand.

“H-hi. I’m Bucky, remember me?”

Here’s my very first chapter of Kintsugi, and my very first fic! I would like to thank @cake-writes , @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan @feelmyroarrrr giving me tips and the courage to actually post something! I hope I did a good enough job.

#steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers angst #marvel fanfiction #avengers imagine #kintsugi #wxnterwrites

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sunshinebunnie · 4 years

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Happy Holidays! If it strikes your creative fancy.. #14 with Bughead for the holiday prompts ask game!

**Squee** Thank you so much for this lovely ask, Sarah!! I hope you like it. 🤗🤗

Kissing Beneath the 23rd Floor

Jughead banged his head against the wall of the elevator when the greenish-orangish lights flickered for the umpteenth time. He hated living in the dorms, but the housing allowance that came with his writing scholarship couldn’t be transferred to off-campus housing (not that it would’ve covered anything other than 21st century tenement housing anyway given New York’s insane rents). As embarrassing as it was to be the only non-residential advisor junior living in a freshman/sophomore dorm, the housing office had at least done him the courtesy of securing him a single on the top floor. While he certainly couldn’t beat the view and he greatly appreciated not having to deal with the sounds of people having sex above him or puking in a trashcan five feet from his bed in the middle of the night, he was at the mercy of the latest and greatest in 1960s elevator technology. Nearly every other week, there were signs taped to the elevators banks indicating at least one or the other of the building’s elevators was out of commission because of repairs.

The creaky metal box came to a shuddering stop at 14th floor. As the doors slowly opened with a protesting screech, Jughead found himself silently praying that some freshman had decided to play ding-dong-ditch with the elevators. Over the course of the semester, he’d quickly come to learn that the only thing worse than living in a dorm with antiquated facilities was living in a dorm with antiquated facilities with underclassmen. It had taken him a couple weeks, but he’d eventually managed to figure out the tell-tale signs that someone was a freshman and largely avoided getting on to the elevators with them: he’d been subjected one too many times to someone’s wide-eyed story about how it was their life dream to move to New York! as well as a couple awkward instances of being sloppily propositioned by drunk freshmen (men and women), not to mention the especially memorable time after midterms when a comp sci major bawled against his shoulder for sixteen floors because he’d flunked his coding exam. He held his breath as he waited to see whether one of Santa’s “lost elves” was about to get on the elevator with him (he’d already had thirteen unavoidable encounters this week).

When no one immediately made to get on the elevator, he started to breathe a sigh of relief, only to tense up as a hand suddenly shot between the slowly closing doors. The disembodied appendage flailed for a second, trying to find the elevator’s sensor to signal that someone was trying to get on. As the doors continued shutting, he heard a muffled voice that sounded like it said ‘for fuck’s sake’ as the waving hand disappeared. For a split second, he considered just appreciating his good luck and enjoying the rest of his elevator ride (hopefully) in peace, but then he thought back to what time it probably was. It had already been after 11:30 when Archie’s gig had wrapped up, which meant it had to be nearing midnight or later. The only people he’d run into in his dorm that late at night who sounded as coherent as the person on the other end of the elevator doors were the residential advisors. With a heavy sigh, he reached for the “door open” button.

It took long enough for the doors to reopen that he was almost beginning to think he’d broken the elevator when a cheery, but tired-looking blonde stepped gracefully into the confined space. Her hunter green corduroy skirt was offset by a pristine cream-colored sweater covered with a tasteful motif of poinsettias made out of delicate red glass seed beads. If it had been anyone else, he would’ve immediately glanced at her feet to see if she was wearing the ubiquitous Uggs that nearly every sophomore girl in the building appeared to own; however, he recognized her ponytail. (He should’ve, after all, having been transfixed by it every Monday and Wednesday from 10 to 11:30 during their required survey course freshman year: Intro to Film Studies.)

Betty Cooper.

He’d wanted an excuse to talk to her, but had never worked up the nerve. Toni, Sweet Pea and Fangs had latched on to him for their group project within the first week of class, and she always seemed to be surrounded by some guy named Kevin and a forbidding brunette named Veronica. Out of all his friends, Toni seemed to be the only one who’d caught him mooning over her from time to time, and she’d jokingly given him shit that he should just bite the bullet and create an Instagram account so he could stalk her properly.

Jughead was so caught up in his own memories that it took him a minute to realize she was giving him an odd look of searching recognition: it was a look he’d frequently gotten in high school when more popular people from Riverdale High would run into the “loner weirdo from the Southside” around town. Before he had a chance to confirm to her that yes, they did know each other, her green eyes lit up a little, and she said, “Jughead?”

Any ability he had to comprehend or communicate in English–or in any other way, for that matter–abandoned him as he stared dumbly at her in shock. When he didn’t initially respond, the small crinkles at the corners of her eyes started to smooth out as she repeated a little more tentatively, “It is Jughead, right? I remember you. From Film Studies? Freshman year? You always had really insightful comments on all the Hitchcock movies. I’m Bett…”

“…Betty Cooper. I remember,” he finished for her, his brain and his mouth having finally reconnected to one another.

The tentative look she had was once again chased away by a tired smile as she acknowledged he recognized her too. Betty briefly turned to look at the floor buttons before giving her attention back to him. Having mutually confirmed that they knew each other, they settled back into that semi-awkward silence that tends to pervades elevators when the occupants know one another, but not well enough for casual conversation to come naturally. Jughead watched as she began to unconsciously worrying at the cuffs of her sweater before he said, “I didn’t realize you were one of the residential advisors here.”

Betty ducked her head to the side as she softly tittered for a second before replying, “Oh, that’s because I’m not. There’s a mold problem in my campus apartment, and facility services can’t take care of it until Monday. My friend Ethel is off skiing in the Poconos this weekend with her sorority sisters though, so she’s letting me crash in her room.”

He knew Ethel. She was one of the “motherly” advisors that the more homesick freshmen seemed to swarm around like gnats. Jughead had tried being cordial with her initially–like he was with most of the other upperclassmen in the building–but had started avoiding her more recently after she’d taken it into her head that she needed to Witness to him and had become hellbent on converting him.

Before the awkward silence descended on them again, Betty prompted, “Do you like being an advisor?”

Jughead let out a dry laugh, which earned him a confused look from her, before he replied, “I’m not an advisor either.”

Betty’s face lit up for the briefest of seconds before her brows started knitting together again. Right as he was going to ask what was bothering her, she said, “You don’t strike me as the booty call type.”

As a creative writing major, Jughead rarely found himself speechless, yet Betty Cooper had managed to strike him dumb twice in under five minutes. He could only imagine how hard Toni would be laughing if she could see him now. His normal embarrassment at admitting he lived in the building was quickly overridden by his desire to disabuse her of the notion that he was somehow preying on young women who weren’t much older than jailbait. Closing his eyes for a second, he centered his thoughts, before steadily holding her gaze as he said seriously, “I’m not. I live here.”

The confusion on her face only deepened as she said, “But you said you’re not an advisor.”

He sighed. This was the explanation he hated getting into with other upperclassmen. He was supposed to be doing a semester abroad at a prestigious writing retreat; however, getting everything settled, he found out the stipend he’d been depending on to cover his living expenses for the four months he was there had been given to a “more challenged” candidate. Unable to make the financials work, he’d been forced to scrap his study abroad plan at the last minute. While getting into the classes he wanted hadn’t been too difficult (the benefit of being a faculty favorite within the department), sorting out his housing had proved much more difficult. Toni had wound up transferring to an all-women’s college upstate at the start of their sophomore year, while Sweet Pea and Fangs moved off campus. Without really knowing any other juniors or seniors, he hadn’t been able to get into a suite with anyone he knew he’d get along with, and he wasn’t willing to risk moving in with another psychotic like his freshman roommate, Malachai. When a freshman decided to de-enroll two weeks before the start of school, campus housing had shoved him into the newly available single and called it a day.

Rather than get into his sob story with her, he opted for the decidedly more taciturn explanation: “There were complications with my study abroad program, and this was the only available housing left.”

Jughead paused, waiting for the invariable look that decried, ‘Seriously? You couldn’t find a single upperclassman to live with? What’s wrong with you?’ Before he could go on the defensive though, Betty turned soft green eyes full of genuine sympathy toward him as she said, “That must’ve been really frustrating for you. At least, I know when I had to cancel my study abroad plans it was really frustrating.”

A part of him wanted to snap that he didn’t need her pity, but the more rational side of him was able to squash the self-destructive impulse before he did something stupid—like act on it. Instead, he found himself giving her a small smile back as he said, “It was.”

Silence settled back over them again, periodically broken up by high-pitched squealing from the elevator’s ancient cable wheel. By the time they’d reached the 19th floor, several minutes had passed without them speaking, and Betty had begun looking earnestly at her shoes to avoid the temptation to stare at the enigmatic man sharing the small space with her. She was just starting to daydream about what might’ve happened if she’d listened to Veronica freshman year and simply given him her phone number when she suddenly heard him ask, “What’s the occasion?”

Her head popped up like a prairie dog at the unexpected question before she briefly glanced back down to take a look at her outfit. “This? No occasion,” she said with a slight blush, “A few of us from the student paper got together to watch the tree lighting at Rockefeller Center, then grabbed some drinks after.”

He nodded sagely, although in three years of living in Manhattan, it had never once occurred to him to go see a Christmas tree get lit up. The image of Betty standing in front of a comically large tree covered in twinkling fairy lights suddenly popped into his head—the whole idea seemed positively Rockwellian to him, and a small sardonic grin pulled at the edges of his mouth. At least, it did, until he realized Betty hadn’t gotten on the elevator at the ground floor, and his good humor quickly morphed into a scowl. “Seducing impressionable freshmen with the romantic holiday atmosphere, Mrs. Robinson?” he asked just dryly enough for it to still be considered a joke, but it was close.

Betty’s eyes shot wide open, and for the briefest second, he thought she was going to slap him, but instead, she threw her head, her ponytail dancing in time with her tinkling laughter. “Hardly,” she said when she finally caught her breath. “More like letting Trev cry on my shoulder after finding out the guy he’s sort of been seeing this semester has a very serious girlfriend back home in Connecticut, who decided to come down for the weekend as a surprise.”

Jughead winced. He didn’t know Trevor well, but he’d periodically shared a creaky elevator ride with the quiet ceramics major, and what happened to him was a shitty thing to go through.

The elevator had just pulled passed the 20th floor when it let out a particularly loud whine of protest before coming to an abrupt halt. The sudden change in momentum caught them both by surprise. Although Betty valiantly attempted to stay upright, her efforts were for naught as Jughead slammed heavily into her with a loud oof.

“Ow!” Betty cried as her hip slammed into the aluminum grab bar screwed to the wall of the elevator.

“Sorry!” Jughead said, his hand reflexively dropping to Betty’s waist as he braced himself for the fall.

His fingers feathered over a sliver of exposed skin on her back as her sweater rode up slightly, and she shivered a little from the unexpected contact. Jughead’s eyes dropped to her lips before sweeping back up to her face. A light blush spread across her cheeks as she looked up at him with something akin to longing, and his heart started to race. Her eyes flickered past his ear.

“Mistletoe,” she said breathily.

“Huh?” he said as her captivating eyes settled back on his face.

“Someone hung mistletoe from the lights,” she whispered with a husky burr coloring her voice.

His heart momentarily stuttered in his chest. He didn’t normally ascribe to the sort of forced holiday merriment that mistletoe pretended to embody; however, as Betty’s hopeful gaze slowly settled back toward his lips, he found himself leaning infinitesimally closer toward her.

“Remind me,” he said softly as he felt the humidity caused by the warm exhalations of her mouth so close to his skin, “what’s the tradition with mistletoe?”

Without another word, Betty closed the small gap between them, pressing her plush, velvety lips to his. He groaned against her mouth as all of his synaptic nerves suddenly fired off like fireworks on New Year’s Eve, and he reflexively pulled Betty closer to him. Her tongue probed his half open mouth more eagerly than he was anticipating as her fingers pulled sharply on the fine hairs at the base of his neck, and the sharp sting caught him pleasantly by surprise. Pulling his mouth away from hers, he nipped teasingly at her bottom lip when she let out a small plaintive mewl of displeasure at his having broken off their kiss.

Jughead couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face as he took in the full scope of her adorable pout. Before he had a chance to make a playfully sarcastic comment though, the stalled elevator slowly started rumbling back to life. His eyes reflexively sought out the floor guide, and he felt his heart drop a little when he realized Betty was destined to get off in two more floors. He could sense his normal “bah-humbug” romantic feelings begin overtaking him again as he realized his shared moment with Betty was all too fleeting.

As the light for the 21st floor weakly illuminated, Jughead could see Betty chewing on her lip as if she was contemplating a question. As if on cue, he heard her ask in a quietly suggestive voice, “Do you believe in Krampus, Jughead?”

His brow knit momentarily in confusion before he replied a little more brusquely than he otherwise would’ve intended, “No. Why?”

Betty gave him a blinding grin before balling her fist in his soft cotton t-shirt and yanking him toward the creakily opening doors as she said, “Good. Because I aim to misbehave.”

~*~The End~*~

#reindeergames #riverdale #bughead #Sunshinebunnie ficlet #betty x jughead

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kmmbavcu · 5 years

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I Ain’t Missing You

Word Count: 3k+

WARNINGS: Swear words, angst, (don’t worry it has a happy ending), gay

Fandom: My Babysitter’s a Vampire

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Like any other Friday night, Benny Weir was in his room, hidden under an absurd amount of blankets, eating pizza, and rewatching all his favorite Disney Channel Original movies. He was about halfway through 'Princess Protection Program' when there was a knock on his door.

“Come in,” he called as he paused the movie. His grandmother walked in, carrying a pair of pants that were much too short for him.

“Mind telling me how these got left here.” She raised her eyebrow. Benny’s cheeks flushed and he let out a nervous chuckle.

I knew I forgot something. Dammit, Benny, he thought to himself.

“Oh yeah. I accidentally shrunk my pants trying to make them, tight, like tight in the sense that they were cooler and-”

“Benny.”

“Okay, they’re someone else’s.”

“Benjamin Donald Weir.”

“Okay they’re another dude’s, just please stop giving me that look.”

His grandmother made her way to the bed, folding the pants in her lap as she sat. Benny braced himself for the worst. He expected disgust, disappointment, maybe some yelling. What he didn’t expect was his grandmother looking into his eyes with nothing but love on her face.

“Benny, dear, there’s nothing wrong with liking boys. In fact, your grandmother has brought some girls over to the other side if you know what I mean.”

“First of all, ew I do not want to hear this information about my grandma. Second of all I don’t like boys it’s just experimenting I guess.”

He was thoroughly uncomfortable with his grandmother calling him gay. He wasn't gay. He couldn’t be gay. His dad would hate him forever. Besides, he'd liked plenty of girls before, Sally, Beth, Dela, Erica. And this boy was just a fling, teenage hormones acting up, he’d grow out of it eventually.

“Alright, but let me know when you get some sense knocked into you.” Grandma Weir walked out of the room and Benny continued his movie. Although the conversation left him feeling uneasy, there was nothing like the wholesome friendship between Selena Gomez and Demi Lovato to ease his suffering.

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Rory pounded on Erica’s door.

“Come on, let me in.”

Erica made her way to her kitchen.

“I swear if it’s those kids ding-dong-ditching again I’m about to have an early lunch,” Erica said loud enough to be heard on the other side. She opened the door, relieved to see it was Rory. She checked to see if anyone was with him, seeing no one she allowed him inside.

“What’s up, Rory?” she asked, letting her cocky demeanor down for the time being. She could only do this with Rory. And she would never admit to anyone else that she did. For now, though, she softened at the sight of her clearly troubled friend. She gestured for him to come inside and went to the kitchen to get them both something to drink. Soon enough they were both sitting on her couch and holding mugs of hot chocolate (Just because they’re vampires doesn’t mean they can’t enjoy what they once did).

“Alright, spill the tea,” Erica said as soon as they got comfortable.

“Okay, so there’s this guy.”

“There’s a guy,” she butt in “Is he cute?”

“Totally babelicious. And I really like him, and I want things to go further but I don’t know how to mention it.”

It was obvious that Rory was worried, and Erica was not one to let a friend be hurt. His rant was cut short when Erica grabbed his shoulder, probably rather harshly.

“Just tell him. Say it like it is, and if he doesn’t like you back, well, your girl’s always hungry.” She winked, flashing her fangs.

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A few days later Benny approached Ethan in the hallway, oddly perky.

“Hey B, what’s got you so happy?”

“Smokin’ hot babe. I met her at a bar. She doesn’t go here.”

“Benny, the only time you’ve ever drunk was with me, and you threw up after one drink. Also, when would you have met her? I’m with you literally all the time.”

Benny furrowed his eyebrows.

“Not all the time...okay fine she does go here but you don’t know her. She’s in one of my other classes. Her name’s….Rochelle” Ethan gave him a skeptical look but Benny ignored it. The bell rang and he proceeded to go to class. Ethan actually had a free period and made his way to the lounge.

“Hey, Ethan!”

Ethan jumped, “Rory, don’t do that!”

“Sorry buddy, I’m feelin’ hella fine today. Last night I had sex with this smokin' hot babe.” he grinned, showing his teeth.

He was suddenly taller than Ethan and he had to pull Rory back down to the ground. Ethan didn’t usually hang out with Rory during his free period, but he was curious, so he invited him to sit.

“So, who is this smokin’ hot babe?”

“Oh, it’s Be--rick…”

“Berek?”

Rory chuckled nervously. “You know? Like Derek, but with a B. Isn’t it awesome? It’s German I think.”

“So how long have you been seeing...Berek?”

“Two whole weeks.”

“Oh, so that’s where you’ve been, and these past few weeks Benny’s always doing magic stuff with his grandma.”

The conversation died off and they each continued to do their own activities This was difficult for Ethan because Rory could not stop humming. Ethan looked over and caught a glimpse of what he was writing.

‘We’ve been seeing each other for like ever.’

‘We’ve been seeing each other for a while now and I love you.’

‘We’ve been seeing each other for a while now and I have developed strong feelings for you. I feel like we’re Kirk and Spock.’

‘We’ve been seeing each other for a while now and I have developed strong feelings for you. I feel like we’re meant to be together. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before and I know–”

It was hard to read because Rory had ended up scribbling his pencil through the whole letter. He didn’t want to pry but at the same time, Ethan was dying to know who this kid was. He’d never seen Rory like this he was acting so… what was that word from Bambi again? Twitterpated or something. Either way, Rory was in deep and Ethan was really hoping it would work out for him. Though he could tend to be overbearing, he was still his friend and he didn’t want to see his heart broken.

The bell rang and Ethan was plunged out of his thoughts. He walked through the halls thinking about what he had seen. Benny slammed his hand onto Ethan’s locker.

“Guess who scored a 100 on their calculus test.”

“Dude, nice you’ve been studying for like a week.”

“I know.”

The bell rang and they made their way to class.

Wait….Benny and Rory got laid on the same night….what a coincidence.

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That night Rory made his way to Benny’s house to...try out his new video game. At least that’s what they were to tell anyone if they asked. In reality, they would never get to the video games, clothes ending up strewn on the floor before they had even opened the case. Rory often tried to slow things down, make sure nobody got hurt, but Benny was the opposite. He needed Rory, he needed to feel him, to hold him, to be underneath of him. When Rory was on top of him, Benny was putty in his hands. He was lustful and rough, immediately pushing himself onto the blonde in a completely animalistic passion.

The sex was sweet but the aftercare was sweeter. Rory had Benny on his chest, hands carding through the tangled locks of his hair. They were both sweaty, but it didn’t really matter, neither cared. Benny hummed in contentment; he’d never admit it, but he felt safe in Rory’s arms.

He’s always so warm, and strong, and sweet and- wait. No. What am I thinking? He’s a plaything. A toy. An experiment….A mistake.

Rory looked down at Benny and was surprised to see his face had changed. He was pouting. Rory’s heart skipped a beat. Though he hated to see Benny sad, he couldn’t deny he had the cutest little pout.

I’m gonna marry this man, I think.

Hoping it would snap him out of whatever seemed to be bumming Benny out, Rory pulled him into his lap and started rubbing circles on the palms of his hands. This conflicted Benny even further. He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the conversation they were about to have.

“Hey, Love?” Benny cringed at the word. It gave him a weird feeling in his chest; he didn’t know what it was, and he didn’t like it.

“Do you ever think about taking this a step further?” Rory questioned.

“You mean like bondage?”

“Not quite, but we’ll put that on a shelf for later. I mean like us. You and me?”

Benny turned his head, he looked up at Rory with big eyes and a soft™ expression. He furrowed his eyebrows. It took him a while to finally form words.

“Rory, do you think this is a relationship? This is just sex. There are no feelings, no emotions. Just sex Rory.”

Rory immediately tensed.

Things were going so good. What happened? What did I do wrong?

“I...have to go eat.”

He shoved Benny off of him, trying to get out of the suddenly suffocating room as fast as possible. The quick change of environment was a shock to them both. So much so, that Benny couldn’t stop his hand from trailing after Rory as he left.

“Will you be back?” Benny was confused. Why was he feeling so empty?

It’s kind of cold in here. He tried to lay down and rest. Has my bed always been this big?

Meanwhile, Rory walked aimlessly throughout Whitechapel sidewalks. He spotted a tall figure, curly hair. He was hungry.

It took Benny a while to sleep. He kept hearing noises and getting up to invite Rory in, only for it to be a squirrel. He was used to Rory’s warm body to cuddle with. He was used to Rory taking him in his arms and humming him lullabies until he fell asleep.

Eventually, Rory found himself back at Benny’s, underneath the windowsill. He was hoping if he stood there long enough Benny might run out of the house and into his arms and say he changed his mind, say he was lying. He never did. So, Rory went home, completely ignoring his worried mother’s questions. He changed, kissed her cheek, and left for school.

Benny spent the entire morning looking for Rory between classes. Rory spent the entire morning avoiding Benny between classes. If Rory saw Benny, he would immediately turn around. Both of them zoned out entirely during class all day. Benny finally caught him in the hallway. Before Rory had a chance to run, he grabbed his arm.

“Dude, what’s up.” Benny was confused, Rory had been ignoring him all day.

The bell rang, to Rory’s relief.

“I have to go.” he jerked out of Benny’s grip. Benny took the hint.

It’s just Rory what’s wrong with me? It’s just dumb Rory. It’s just my dumb friend Rory who I happen to sleep with, or used to sleep with. Ugh… This is so emo.

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Benny lay under the covers that evening. He stared at the ceiling, hoping his fan would lull him to sleep. Something felt off; like he was missing something. He couldn’t tell what though. Whatever it was, it was bumming him out. He didn’t eat supper that night. He refused to watch the news with his father when he got off work. He didn’t even offer to play Knights of Ninjutsu 4 with Ethan. That was a bad sign. He only passed out due to exhaustion around two in the morning.

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Benny lay under the covers Tuesday. He hadn’t eaten again. He went straight home to his room. That sinking feeling still lay in his stomach. It hurt, and he felt like he’d never get rid of it. He tossed and turned and tossed and turned. The harder he tried to sleep the more awake he felt.

What is wrong with me? Why can’t I just stop? Nothing’s wrong. The only difference is I didn’t see Rory today. It’s not like I see him every day anyway.

The hours passed slowly. Each second seemed like a minute. Each minute like its own hour.

12:00

1:29

2:34

3:07

4:23

5:58

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Benny never made it under the covers Wednesday night. He finally realized what was wrong. He felt stupid for not realizing it sooner. It was Rory. He missed him. He missed their late night talks. He missed Rory’s dumb jokes. He missed Rory ranting about something that the council had said. He missed Rory. But Rory probably hated him now. He had ruined what they had because he was afraid. He was afraid of his dad, who had always preached about traditional marriage. He was afraid of his peers, who already thought he was lame. He was afraid of himself, of hurting Rory and ruining it all. He had been afraid and he lost Rory. He didn’t sleep Wednesday. His eyes stared down the clock until his alarm went off. He went to school in yesterday’s clothes, not caring enough to change, or brush his hair, or do anything really.

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Benny lay underneath his window Thursday night. He cradled one of Rory’s plaids. Benny found it when his dad had forced him to clean his room. He had left it there on Sunday.

It still smells like him. Benny put his arms through the sleeves and for the first time this week, the little sleep he got wasn’t plagued with nightmares.

Despite the fact he was able to sleep peacefully, he woke up in even worse condition than when he went to bed. He was still wearing the shirt. It was just another example of how much he missed Rory and how badly he fucked things up. He didn’t bother changing again. It’s not like Rory would see him in it. He probably smelled something awful. He showed up to school on time at least.

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Rory wasn’t doing much better than Benny. He usually stuck mostly to stray animals when hunting, but all week he had been draining human after human. He tried to tell himself it was just a coincidence that all his victims wore striped polos and fluffy hair and were ridiculously tall, at least in Rory’s perspective.

It’s just a growth spurt. Vampire’s get growth spurts right? That’s why I’m eating so much. Right?

He told himself stuff like this all week but once he started to feel sick from overeating, he knew he had to face the real reason he was upset. Benny. He missed him. He hated it but if he was going to get any closure he would have to talk to him. He couldn’t just continue dodging him in the halls. That’s why on Friday morning he decided he would deliberately seek Benny out.

He mentally ran through what he would say in his head. He was expecting awkwardness and maybe a little resentment but he was hoping eventually they could be friends again. What he wasn’t expecting was to see Benny walking down the halls in one of his plaid shirts.

“Hey, uh, Benny.” The brunette jumped at the sight of him. Somehow he hadn’t noticed Rory walk up to him from across the hallway.

“Rory, you’re talking to me?” Benny asked, his tone almost hopeful. Rory was about to respond when suddenly the bell rung. He was about to tell Benny he would talk to him later but before he could he was pulled into a nearby empty classroom.

“What the hell dude we’re gonna be late,” Rory said sharply.

“I just…” Benny whispered

“You just what?”

There was a slight pause, then Benny slid the plaid shirt off of himself and held it out to Rory.

“I was gonna give you your shirt back.” Rory looked down at this piece of clothing. It was wrinkled and clearly hadn’t been washed since he left it. He didn’t even care enough to wash it. Did he even notice it was mine when he put it on this morning? Rory thought bitterly. With renewed anger, he grabbed the plaid but was surprised when he felt a slight tug.

“Benny?” That’s weird why isn’t he letting it go? With one more try Rory was able to get it, but he still wondered why it took him a second attempt. No, he didn’t do it on purpose. He didn’t have a random realization that he’s in love with you at some point during this agonizing week.

At least that’s what Rory thought until he felt Benny’s hand lightly grab onto his arm. It was nowhere near strong enough to actually hold him but it still got him to stop and turn around. When he saw what was behind him he couldn’t stop himself from gasping.

Benny was silently sobbing. Tears rolled down his face. One look into the other boy’s eyes and Rory finally saw that Benny wasn’t okay either. He didn’t know what happened, he didn’t know what Benny was really feeling, he didn’t even know if there was hope for them, but in spite of it all Rory still loved him and he couldn’t bear to see him in this state. So despite his anger, he put his arms around the other boy and didn’t stumble when he absolutely collapsed into him.

When Benny had finally calmed down a little, Rory pulled away to look him in the eyes.

“How about I come over tonight? We can have an honest talk,” Rory suggested. Benny was still sniffling too hard and clearly tired from crying so he simply nodded. He gave him one last quick hug before finally going to class. Mr. G was not happy with him. He let him off easy because he could see that Benny had been crying.

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For the first time since their fight, Rory made his way up Benny’s front porch and rang the doorbell with anticipation. Benny opened the door and happily invited Rory inside. They both walked into the living room where Benny had one cup of root beer and one cup of blood sitting on the table.

“Okay, Benny before we get back into-” Rory was cut off by Benny’s mouth on his. If Rory thought he was fast and needy before that was nothing compared to him now. Rory was half afraid Benny would actually eat his lip. As much as he enjoyed it Rory pulled Benny off of him.

“I said we’d talk, you can’t just avoid it by sucking my face,” Rory said as he sat back on the couch.

“It was worth a shot,” Benny replied, defeated, and plopped down on the couch next to him,

“I need you to be completely honest with me. Whatever your answer is I won’t get mad I just need to know the truth. Do you have any feelings for me… Any at all?” Rory asked, praying he got the answer he’d been wanting to hear since they first started their little fling. Benny took a long pause before speaking up.

“...Yes,” Benny said quietly. He didn’t look at Rory.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I just… I was scared, of my own feelings and of my dad, you know how he is, and I do have feelings for you. I love you Rory and I fucked up,” Benny exclaimed, talking so fast it was a wonder he didn’t run out of breath.

Rory was taken aback. Love? He really loves me?

Benny and Rory both had tears streaming down their cheeks at this point. Rory pulled Benny into the crook of his neck, his tears staining Rory’s shirt.

“I’m sorry, Rory. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.” He repeated himself until Rory hushed him.

“Hey, no. I’m sorry too. I left. And Benny, I… I love you too, like… a lot, like mega a lot.”

“That’s a lot.” Benny sniffled and looked up at Rory. He wiped his tears and gave a soft™ smile.

“I hope I don’t look as bad as you do.”

Rory chuckled and leaned his forehead against Benny’s. They were both able to let out the breaths they had been holding. They let go of the tensions that built up that week. Things weren’t quite alright yet, but they would be.

“So...sexy times?” Benny cocked an eyebrow.

“Sexy times.”

#mbav #my babysitter's a vampire #Rory keaner #Benny weir #bennory #fanfiction #fanfic #literature #my works #author #stories

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babybluebex · 5 years

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The Beast

here’s josh! i love until dawn and i love poor little josh, so here’s this! (lol remember in eighth grade when i’d post a chapter every day??? can you say unneeded stress??) ((also this has mentions of s*lf h*rm and s*icide so sorry about that)) (((was gonna post this tomorrow but i’m posting it today whoops)))

“You can go as slow as you need to, Leila. Nobody’s rushing you at all.”

I sighed deeply and hung my head into my hands. It had been a year; I thought it would get easier. Grief never seems to get easier. I saw that for myself with my father after my mother’s death, my husband after his sisters’ deaths, and now me with my husband. It hurt. Waking up with an empty bed, only making one cup of tea, not being surrounded by his heavy music from the moment I woke up. It was the smallest things that I missed about Josh. He used to have a habit of loading the dishwasher wrong (the plates face the side of the machine and not the front, who raised this man?), but my heart hurt every time I thought about how I would fix it and get fake-mad at Josh. He would kiss me and call me a bitch for being so anal-retentive about dishes, but I knew that he meant no ill will at all.

“Start with the facts,” Dr. Hill told me. “Things that have proven to be true.”

I took a deep breath. “Umm…” I began. “My name’s Leila Washington. Last year, my husband Josh and I went up to his family’s cabin on Mount Washington for Christmas. Last year was one year since his sisters disappeared. I…” My arms secured snugly around my body to keep the tears in, and a whine burst forward from my throat. “There was a noise outside. A hurt animal or something. Josh was always such a… A good guy. He loved animals, and he wanted to go help it. He left the cabin, and… He was gone.”

“Gone?” Dr. Hill repeated.

I sobbed into my sweater sleeves. “He didn’t come back,” I mumbled. “I-I called the police and they came up the mountain and… Th-They found blood. They couldn’t prove whether it was Josh’s or not, but they said it was human.”

“What do you think happened?” Dr. Hill asked. He was a nice man, older with a dusting of fine hair on his head, and he had never given me a reason to be uneasy at all, but his watery blue eyes gave me pause. I felt like they were staring directly into my mind, seeing my thoughts and sorting them out before I could say them.

“I refuse to believe that someone hurt him,” I said swiftly. “He-He got hurt helping the animal and got lost getting back, it was really snowing hard that night. I know realistically that he’s dead, but I don’t want to think about if he was in pain or not. I… It’s easier for me to think that it was sudden and that he had no idea what happened.”

“And that’s a fate better than being able to come to terms with his death?” Dr. Hill offered.

“I hope he didn’t suffer,” I mumbled. “That’s my biggest fear: he got hurt and was alone when he died. He had to have been scared. In pain. God, I… Jesus Christ.”

“What was your biggest fear when you and Josh got married?” Dr. Hill asked. “Losing him?”

I nodded.

Dr. Hill nodded as well, and he said, “I know that you’ll fight me on this, Leila. You’re a fighter and that’s what makes me think that you can do this. I want you to go to the cabin within the next week and stay one night. Only one night. It’s called exposure therapy; only once you confront your troubles can you begin to understand and resolve them.”

My breath caught in my chest. “No,” I mumbled. “I-I can’t. I can’t go back to where my husband died. That’s crazy to even suggest that! I- No!”

“Leila, there is a brick wall between where we are now in your recovery and where we need to be,” Dr. Hill told me gently. “Going to the place where the trauma occurred will help tear down that wall, or at least chip a hole into it. We need an opening, Leila, and this how we get it.”

I chewed my bottom lip hard enough to bring blood to stain my teeth. “One night?”

Dr. Hill nodded.

“Can I bring someone with me?”

“If you wish to.”

I sighed. I was crazy for agreeing to this. I was wishing bad things onto myself. I had lost it. “I’ll do it.”

***

“Jesus Christ, another documentary?”

“Yes, Josh,” I grinned. “And you’re gonna watch it with me.”

“What makes you say that?” Josh asked me. He was a good looking man, shaggy black hair and bright blue eyes with olive-toned skin, and a smile played at his lips as he teased me. Ever since we had known each other, we always liked poking fun at each other; it was just who we were. None of it was ever meant in malice, but our friends still thought we were crazy for teasing each other so often.

“Because you love me and you’ll do anything for me,” I told him and batted my eyelashes.

Josh clicked his tongue. “Got me there, Lei,” he said, and he leaned back on the couch and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. “What’re we watching?”

“Nature doc,” I said. “David Attenborough-type stuff.”

Josh lifted his chin as he hummed in understanding. “I’ll be right back,” he said and swiftly got up from the couch, earning him one of my lengthy groans.

“Josh,” I moaned.

“Just getting a drink!” Josh chuckled. “Chill out, boo.”

I started the movie without him, since he wanted to test my patience in the best way that he could, and I said, “Hey, fun fact! Did you know that the human body has literally millions of nerve endings?”

I heard the ice dispense dump out a few cubes into a cup, and then my husband said, “Did David Atta-Lama-Ding-Dong teach you that?”

“Okay, anyway, the human body has millions of nerve endings,” I continued, unfazed by Josh’s heckling. “Some are really small and really hard to find. So, it surprises and amazes me that you manage to find and subsequently get on every single last one of my nerves.”

“Ooh, zing!” Josh chuckled as he sat back down next to me. “How long did it take you to come up with that?”

“I’ve had that puppy in the vault for a long time,” I said. “Just to fuck with you.”

“Clever girl,” Josh smiled. He took a drink from his cup, then furrowed his eyebrows. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” I asked.

Josh stood up quickly, shifting me away from his warm chest. “Hear what, Josh?” I asked again.

“I’ll be right back,” he said. He began to pull on his winter coat and hat, and I stood up and grabbed his arm.

“Are you okay?” I asked. “It’s practically a blizzard out there.”

“I’ll be right back,” Josh told me and kissed me softly. He had a bit of facial hair growing and it scratched my cheeks, and I watched in silent awe as my husband left the house, slamming the door with a curl of snow sneaking in.

The night passed. After about ten minutes, I began to worry, but I trusted Josh. He was a bit of a bonehead at times, but he knew his limits. By the time an hour had passed, I was shaking and sick to my stomach. There was a niggling thought that Josh had been hurt, but I pushed that down. Josh was smart. He wouldn’t do anything to get himself hurt. The sun began to show through the clouds, and that’s when I decided to call the police. Guilt always punched in my stomach when I thought about how I could have called earlier and the police would have had a better chance of finding him, but I had been told that what happened obviously occurred for a reason. Wyrd, they called it. Fate. I had an ounce of hope while the police were examining the grounds around the cabin, and everything flooded out of me when they carefully escorted me to a small swell of snow and pointed out frozen clumps of bloody snow.

I screamed. I cried. I vomited and shook and shut down completely. That was my husband’s blood. Everyone told me that it might not be his, but I knew. People called me crazy for being so steadfast, but I knew that it was Josh’s. I was never sure about what made me so confident that my version of events was true, but I called it a wife’s intuition.

People gently suggested to me that maybe Josh had done this to himself. He had a history of mental health and self harm, and I knew that, and they always offered that the one year anniversary of his sisters’ deaths was maybe too much for him to handle. In fact, that seemed so likely that the police officially closed the case with the theory that Josh had purposefully gone out into the weather to commit suicide. I knew that that was probably what had happened, but I harbored hope, solely based on the fact that I even had the wherewithal to try to differ. I didn’t believe in God— neither did Josh— but I know that She wouldn’t have put the idea in my head if it wasn’t for an inkling of truth.

The aftermath of the night was cruel. There was a funeral, complete with yellow freesias, Josh’s favorite, and people who kept telling me how sorry they were. Eventually, the faces blended together and I couldn’t tell friends apart from family. Sam was a constant for me and I was so thankful for her, but I became sick at the sight of her. My anxiety had always manifested myself in my stomach. Whenever I was scared or nervous, I always became sick.

The quiet moments were the hardest. The ones where I knew Josh would be talking about something and filling the silence, but there was nothing. I cried into his pillow late at night and tried to remember our last night together. It was our first night at the cabin, and he had gently patted my hair and sang to me to help me fall asleep. I had never felt more in love than I did then, and I held onto the memory and pressed it deep into my chest. I would never let it go.

#rami #rami malek #josh #until dawn #josh washington #gaming #fanfiction #fanfic #mine #masterlist #tw//self harm #tw//suicide

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seouledbysisi · 5 years

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A Time Like No Other

Chapter 21

A few days later

The guys had a short break before they had to finish their second leg of their tour, and boy did they need it! The aftermath of the fight had taken a toll on everyone. Shownu nor Minhyuk were able to perform at their last concert before the break. The other guys were forced to take on the role of leadership in his absence which made them all weary because of the non sense that had occurred. They were all at a crossroad with trying to figure out how to get through this detrimental experience. They had never had anything threaten to tear them apart before so they weren't sure how to get past it or if they even could.

Misun

Misun had thought about reaching out to Shownu but whenever she did, Minhyuk's pain came to mind. She wanted to reach out to him as well but she didn't want to add fuel to the fire. She wasn't sure how to approach this situation.

Nori snuggled close to her on the couch. “You think this is your fault, don't you?”

Misun nodded. “I know it is. Minhyuk wouldn't have got punched and Shownu wouldn't be so angry.”

“You can't blame yourself for his actions. I think this situation was handled wrongly by everyone involved but you can't sit in this house and beat yourself up about it.” Nori squeezed her hand.

Misun wiped a fallen tear off of her cheek. “I haven't even talked to him since I left that night, you know?”

“Shownu or Minhyuk?”

“Both.” Misun revealed.

“Why are you so hard on yourself?” Nori asked her sincerely. “You don't deserve that.”

Misun took a deep breath. “You have no idea what I deserve right now.”

“Well talk to me. You know this is a no judgment zone!”

“I'd be lying if the absence of Shownu didn't make me have thoughts of what it would've been like if Minhyuk had talked to me first. He never lost contact with me and it makes me wonder why he was better to me than Shownu was while on this tour. Distance is supposed to make the heart grow fonder but it just pushed me away from Shownu a bit. I feel terrible for feeling like this because I want Shownu to get it together. I want him but he doesn't deserve me right now and I don't know if he ever will by how he's acting!”

Nori exhaled loudly. “It's normal to feel the way you do. Where Shownu lacked, Minhyuk made up for it so now you feel a connection to him. Now you need to figure out if that connection is real or just a replacement for Shownu.”

Misun shook her head in silence.

“You need to talk to both of them but let Shownu be first. He's who you're in a relationship with. He has messed up really bad but you owe him a conversation so that he knows how you feel. You have to let your voice be heard.” Nori reassured her. “Everything's gonna work out one way or another.”

Misun got up and grabbed her keys. “I'll be back, I guess I better go talk to him before I lose the courage.”

“He's at his parents house by the way. Here's the address.” She handed her a piece of paper.

Misun giggled. “Why do you have the address?”

“Cause I knew once I talked some sense into you, you'd go see him finally.”

Misun rolled her eyes playfully. “Whatever!”

Shownu

Shownu's mother knocked lightly on his slightly opened door. “Son, may I come in?” She asked softly. She knew he was going through a hard time and he hadn't explained anything but she felt his emotions.

He looked up at her and nodded.

“What's wrong, Hyunwoo?” She asked as she rubbed his shoulder.

“Mom, please don't make me talk about it.”

“You need to. You'll feel more free if you let it out.”

He took a long, deep breath. “I lost it, mom. I got sent home because I punched Minhyuk. It's a really long story.”

“We have all day. Why did you do that?”

Shownu rubbed the back of his neck. “I got so angry because he was communicating with Misun.”

“Were you both speaking to her?”

“The managers keep me busy so I wasn't calling her like I should've. I guess it's my fault.”

“You're new to having a relationship during your busy life so no one expects you to get everything right. You owe her the little time that you get because you decided to bring her into your hectic schedule. If you can't make her a bigger priority maybe you need to consider letting her go so someone else can give her the time that she deserves.” His mom looked at him matter-of-factly.

Shownu shook his head. “I can't just let her go like that. It's not that easy when you have all these feelings involved. I'm losing it right now, with the unknown. She could be with Minhyuk right now and I don't even know where we stand anymore.”

“Seems to me like you have a lot of talking to do with her so that you both understand one another.”

“Does it get any easier?”

“Does what get any easier?” His mom grinned.

“Love.” He answered shortly.

“Sometimes. It'll all be worth it though if she's the one you want to spend your crazy life with.” She bopped his nose with her finger.

Ding Dong

The doorbell sounded off.

His mom immediately left his room to answer the door.

Misun

The door swung open as Misun finally laid eyes on Shownu's mother for the first time. Her stomach began to turn as she stared upon her stern face.

“Um hi. I'm Misun. I'm sorry for just popping up like this but really need to talk to Shownu if he's home. Please.” Misun took a deep breath.

His mother stared at her for a few moments then a small smile appeared. “I'll go get him for you.” She disappeared through the door.

Misun decided to stay outside and sit on the steps of his porch to wait. A few seconds later she heard footsteps approaching. She didn't acknowledge him but she felt his presence. He smelled like home to her, she missed it. He sat next to her.

“I didn't expect to see you here.” He finally spoke.

She cleared her throat. “It's long overdue.”

Shownu simply nodded.

“I know you have a lot to say to me but let me speak first, please. Is that okay?” She asked politely.

“I'm all ears.”

“You really hurt me. I tried to be understanding and I still am to an extent but I just feel like you could've reached out to me a lot more than you did. I know you're the leader and you have more responsibility than the others but I felt like you lost sight of me during the process.”

“You're right. I messed up.” He acknowledged.

“And then when I came to your concert you didn't even act like you were excited to see me so I'm left feeling like maybe you haven't contacted me because this isn't what you want. Don't string me along, tell me how you really feel. I'm a big girl, I can handle the truth.”

Shownu's eyes began to water. “I don't know what's wrong with me. I have so much anger built up inside me. None of it is from you, or Minhyuk. I guess I got mad at him because I was mad at myself. I should've been better for you but truth is I'm scared. I don't want to lose you at all but I feel like eventually this life isn't what you're going to want to be apart of so I guess I'm unintentionally self sabotaging what we have.”

Misun grabbed his hand softly. “Why are you so angry? You're not this person. You're one of the kindest people I know so what's really happening?”

“It felt like Minhyuk was taking my place and I was the cause of it. I always feel like I'm letting my team down. I couldn't even avoid letting you down.”

“You're not perfect but there are way worse people than you. You don't have to mask your feelings. It's okay for you to allow someone else to be strong for you. Stop taking on the world by yourself because there are plenty of people who are waiting to catch you before you fall.”

Shownu looked over at her. “Thank you for finally talking to me.”

“If we're ever going to fix this then we have to communicate but I do think you're not in the right head space for a relationship right now. I think you need to focus on yourself for a bit. I don't want half of you, I want all or nothing.” She spoke honestly to him.

Shownu nodded as tears escaped his eyes. “I don't wanna lose you.”

“I'm always going to be here for you. You're not losing me but I need you to feel better about yourself so that you can love me the right way.”

“I can understand that. Can I ask you an honest question?” He asked as he continued to hold her hands.

“Do you have feelings for Minhyuk?”

Misun took a deep breath. “I do but not how you think. I think he's one of the greatest people that this world has been blessed with and maybe if I hadn't have fell for you then he'd be someone that I could see getting to know better but no one compares to you, even when you're at your worst.”

Shownu chuckled. “I love you, and I'm going to be better.”

“You better hurry, I'll be waiting with open arms.” She leaned over to him and kissed his cheeks letting her lips linger longer than necessary.

He turned his face so that their lips would connect. “Sorry, I missed that.”

“Better get it together cause that's the last one you're getting until then.” She smiled and walked to her vehicle.

#Monsta X #shownu #jooheon #Minhyuk #hyungwon #wonho #kihyun #changkyun #IM #monbebe #soft hours #fanfic #kpop #kpop idols #seoul #stories

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bechobbi · 5 years

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Rooftop (Sam Drake x @aliceriddel-aka-zephyr) Oneshot

There it is my friend! Sorry if took so long!

TAGS: @aliceriddell-aka-zephyr

Sam got your phone number few months ago when you two met by coincidence at a museum. He noticed you in the crowded hall of the building where there was the exhibition. That day he did everything he could to follow your figure across the rooms waiting for the best moment to approach you. He had seen your shy silhouette wandering around the art works. Then, at the right moment, he had pretended to bump into you. "Oops sorry madame, everything ok?" He asked struggling to act normal, but in his mind he was chuckling. "It's ok, no problem" you replied softly. "I was totally captured by these wonderful pieces of arts that I didn't pay attention on where I was walking. Sorry again." You smiled tenderly "Don't worry. Yeah, you can say it. I love this artist too." "You know him very well, don't you?" Sam kept talking as he reached your side. His gaze towards the painting just in front of you both. "Just the most relevant things. You do?" you were starting to enjoy that polite chit-chat. "Well, you know, just the relevant things" he chuckled and winked at you. You felt your cheek blushed and let out a small laugh sensing his interest for you. You two kept talking for a while and eventually he asked you your phone number with the excuse to go on other exhibits maybe together. You accepted.

The two of you had gone out together very often and you had started to develop a big crush on him, though the age difference between you two made you always stop yourself before saying inappropriate things. He was smart, humorous, charming, caring and so damn attractive. You were aware that people looked bad at him when you two were out together and did not want that others could think he was THAT type of men who go after little girls. It was hard to fight against those feelings, and it was even harder when Sam gave you some looks of his which made you twitch inside. It was like he wanted to tease you as much as he could to test your reactions.

One day you had gone to the city centre to buy some books for your studies. Once inside the shop your phone rang. The display was showing the name <<Sam>>. "Hello?" "Hi pretty, got plans for tonight?" You gulped at the way he called you "Ah..ehm..N-no, I am free" He laughed detecting your embarrassment, but it was a clear sign for him. A sign he could never not notice. "Sooo, preettyy I'm gonna take you out and show you something." Your legs shook a little and thought "FUCK STOP TEASING ME!". Instead of those words you replied with a curt "Fine, when and where?" "9pm. I'll come to your place. Dress nice. See you later babygirl." then he hung up. "FUCKFUCKFUCK!" you hissed inside the shop and when the cashier scowled at you with a frown you stormed out of the shop ashamed. It was 7.30pm already and you panicked at the idea of Sam calling you pretty and babygirl. You were sure he could smell estrogen in the distance and this savage image of him made your walls tremble. He told you to dress nice, what about that? What was the exact meaning of "nice" for Samuel Drake? Maybe an evening dress? Something sexy? Something elegant? Something... "Something WHAT?" you mumbled staring at your wardrobe. Considering the confusion in your head you decided to text him to ask. His answer came quick: <<Pretty, just dress what you feel like :P>> "Why you always so cryptic, Sam??" you frowned.

It was 8:30pm and in thirty minutes Sam would have been there to take you out. "TAKE YOU OUT", "TAKE. YOU. OUT." His words echoed in your head and suddenly your eyes widened discovering a whole new meaning behind them. He had never told you that, indeed he had always used more general terms. You mascara fell on the floor. Your hands started to shake and you found yourself still not ready! "SHIIIIIIT" you rushed back to the wardrobe throwing the clothes around the room. By taking a quick glance at the clock (it was obviously going faster because it knew you had an important night waiting for you!) you saw that for heaven's sake it was... DING-DONG.

Your doorbell. "SHIT!"

DING-DONG. "FUCK!"

DING-DONG. "Goddamn me! I'M COMING!" you yelled in complete frenzy and run toward the door.

DING-DONG. DING-DONG. DING-DONG. DING-DONG. DING-DONG. DING-DONG. DING-DONG. DING-DONG.

The doorbell kept ringing till you wrenched the door open panting heavily. "Looooove the way it sounds" Sam chuckled with a big smile on the face and his forefinger still on the doorbell. "I GUESS SO" you roared. Then puffed and recovered your normal cute attitude.

Sam lifted his eyebrows and whistled at you. This made you remember you had just shorts and t-shirt on. He couldn't pass up this opportunity, so he stepped inside while closing the door behind him then leaned against you. "All for me... pretty girl?" You bit your inside cheek and stood there paralyzed. You were watching him in slow motion: his hand reached your chin while he looked in your eyes intensely. He eventually pinched gently your nose and winked pushing away from you. Your head felt dizzy cause you thought he was about to kiss you. He chuckled and reproached you: "C'mon! Go get ready!" You jumped and stammered out "I don't know what to wear". You were fidgeting with your fingers. He smirked, then crouched down gazing at you from below and grabbing your hands: "Show me what you have, pretty girl. I'll help." You blushed and snatched his shirt to guide him through the apartment. Once in your room he burst out laughing at the sight of the mess inside there.

"A bomb exploded here?" You smiled at him and gestured the wardrobe: "YOU dropped it by saying to <<dress nice>> as I have no idea of what <<nice>> means to you." Sam sat on the bed picking up random clothes on it, he made a funny face when he found one of your bras. Then replied to your affirmation. "Worried about me? About what I think it's <<nice>>?" "Yeah! 'Cause for the first time you asked me out! And I wanted to be..." you stopped and bit your tongue when that sentence left your mouth. It was too late for retrieval. He patted on the bed next to him: "Wanna tell you something, come here". You slowly reached him and sat down. He was so near like never before and you didn't know how to behave in that new sistuation. Age difference came into your mind once more, you couldn't deny it was inconvenient for both of you. Though, Sam was the most careful man you ever met and you had just unloaded that fucking sentence. "Shit..." was the only word your brain was able to process in repetition. "Daria" he was staring at the floor "I've never asked you out before. Yes. You're right. And... you're so young... You know, I really struggled to see you just as a friend..." Sam was serious but his strange smile made you intercept some sort of embarrassment. "...Shit... I'm no good at these things..." You were gone. Totally left behind. Was he really saying what you heard? Impossible, how could that be? For all this time he... he tried hard to avoid to see you more than a friend? It felt so fine and wrong at the same time.

Silence between you two.

At some point, you found the courage to speak. "Sam..." "Yes?" "...would you still mind helping me with the clothes?" Sam scoffed and you relaxed a bit. He took your shoulder and rocked you genlty "I was serious, you know? You've ruined the moment!" then gave you a wink. You laughed "Sam, what you doin' with my bra?" He looked down at it studying the texture. "I was wondering how it'd fit you." "I could show you..." He choked and started coughing hard "Gotta quit smoking...", then when he recovered he glanced at you figure "Well, well, well... do I have to take it as a <<yes>>?" You bit your lower lip and nodded softly. So he held your shoulder tighter and a big smile appeared on his face. The man passed you the black lacy bra which had the peculiarity be a close front bra. "Alright then, now we will dress you up with something nice and go together to an exhibit. Just me and you. Sounds good?" "Pretty good. So, show me the meaning of <<nice>>" He smirked and stood up reaching the wardrobe. In less than 10 minutes he had chosen a dark green silky shirt with long sleeves, a black pleated mini skirt, a black racer leather jacket and a pair of dark green boots. The finishing touch was a black velvet lace tied into a bow around shirt's neck. He helped you with this last thing then took a step back to admire your figure. "There you are, take a look" he said proudly gesturing the mirror on the wall near the wardrobe. You did so and felt beautiful. You watched yourself in the mirror covering your mouth in disbelief. The one Samuel Drake really had an extraordinary idea of <<nice>>! And he was great with colors too! "So?" he asked "Wow! I like it!" you answered turning to him. "Glad to hear it, pretty girl" and said so he hugged you from behind placing his chin between your neck and shoulder "You're super cute with those puppy eyes of yours" A thrill went up your spine. He was so damn close! And wanna talk about what he just said to you?! "Me? Puppy eyes?" was the only thing you managed to say starting to feel the warmth coming from his body. He gave you a feathery kiss on the side of your neck and a soft moan escaped your mouth. He groaned too hearing that lovely sound, so he gently captured your lips with his. He kissed you. You two finally kissed after all this time!

After this first contact, the two of you headed to the exhibit Sam wanted to go with you. You enjoyed yourself a lot, flirting and playing around in the crowd, then at some point Sam grabbed your hand and started walking fast in the direction of an emergency exit. He opened it by stealth, went out and and pulled you in his arms closing the door with one foot. He kissed you again, and again, and again, and again... "Oh, how long I waited for this moment to come, Daria, you know that?" "Tell me about it, Sam" you giggled "And would you mind please tell me why the alarm of the emergency door didn't sound?" He showed one of his most cheerful smiles "A friend of mine owed me a favour" You smiled back "So what's next?" "Follow me and I'll show you, my little Daria" You did so as he went up the stairs. Once at top floor of the building he rummaged in his pocket to pull out a set of keys. He put the right key in the keyhole and led you on the rooftop. You took strong hold of one of his arms and whiper "Sam, I am terrified of heights" "Don't worry babygirl, stay near me ok?" He locked the door and wrapped your waist with his strong hands. "This is my surprise for you" he said pointing at the full moon in the sky. The astonishing view made you forget about your fears. "This night is ours, kitty" and the two of you started kissing eagerly.

The night was illuminated by the moon, the streets below were full of nightlife. You were lost in Sam's arms. He was teasing you by gently licking and biting your lips. Thrills covered your whole body and you noticed how wet your panties already were. You couldn't help but moan in low voice as he pushed you to the edge. "Daria, puppy eyes, you know you make me think of such dirty things" Your knees trembled and your heart skipped a beat. "Do you want me? 'Cause I really wanna have you..." He was asking your permission. Your gaze roamed his lustful expression and gave him a wet kiss. "Sam...I do, of course I do want you..."

Next to the door there was a travel bag, Sam hurried to it. Inside, there were a pair of blankets and two pillows. He made sure he locked the door then came back to you. He intertwined his fingers in yours and pulled you toward the place he had in his mind. Just around the corner of the wall where the door was positioned, there was enough space for both to lay down. So he prepared everything and captured you again in his embrace. "Where were we, my sweet Dasha?" A lascivious smile covered your face and crawled down on the blankets with him. Sam wanted you to feel his hardness so he grabbed your hips and put you on his lap. You felt it and heard him groaning. As you saw his increasing pleasure you pushed your hips little harder and he threw his head back cursing. "Dasha, you're gorgeous...". By saying so his hands clutched your breasts then he started to unbotton your shirt. You were panting hard and getting even wetter. Sam found his way to your close front bra and in a second he was admiring for the first time your naked chest. The velvet lace was still tied in a bow around your neck. "So hot..." he murmured as yor nipples hardened. He dribbled his thumbs and forefingers and caressed your nipples. High pitched moans escpaed your mouth and he made you feel his bulge more and more. At some point, you begged him to take you while you were already unzipping his pants. Sam moved your panties on one side of your wet pussy, lifted you up by grasping your ass and place his tip at your small entrance. Gradually, Sam moved you down while with his hips were pushing to enter you. It hurted like the first time as he really was well-endowed. You were clutched to his body, your breasts against in face, your hands in his hair. Lost and horny as hell. God only knew how many times you dreamt all this. He began murmuring your name and groaning louder at each thrust goig deeper and deeper. Finally, Sam was showing you how much he loved you and for how long he had to hold back. He bit and sucked your breasts finding his way to your spot. The both of you eventually reached your climax. He was panting heavily and you were almost unconscious. You hugged him tight "I love you, Sam. Don't leave me." He hugged you back "Daria, I won't, believe me. I love you so much". In a moment of full lust, you decided it was time to make him cum, so you started riding him harder as you forced him to suck your fingers. Sam smiled smugly and played your game by sucking, licking and biting your fingers as his cock was taking you more and faster. He couldn't help but moan together with you when he noticed you were about to cum. "C'mon little kitty, c'mon, let me feel you, make my cock wet with your sweet juices..." he ordered you at each thrust. "Ah- Saaaam..." your walls clutched around his hardness, as he kept pushing you cummed whimpering loud. By hearing those lovely sounds of yours he felt his climax near, then he filled you up.

You stood there on him smiling like a stupid as he did the same. He tucked your hair away and gently made you lay down in his arms. "You're so small...you should have told me, sweet Dasha" he chuckled. You scoffed "I used to be" He kissed you "Yeah, you can say that. You'll never be again with me around".

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sae-you-sae-me · 6 years

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Yay, you're open again! Can i request RFA boys, maybe saeran too, wanting some alone time with MC but everytime there's just something or someone that comes up. Finally at the end of the day, they get that moment and ya know, spicy/fluffy things happen:) Hope this makes sense!

Awww, so cute! Hope you like it!

Zen:

He had a new show

The rehearsals had been gruesome and long, and you two barely saw each other except for a “Good morning” and “good night”

Finally, he finished the last show and was looking forward to seeing you

Unfortunately, he had to stay behind a bit so he sent you home while he finished business

Once that was done, his co-stars invited him out for some drinks and food

He declined, saying that he had someone waiting at home

Anway, he finally gets home and as soon as you open door, he picks you up and spins you around in a hug

When he sets you down, he leans forwards for a long-awaited kiss and just as your lips brush together…

DING DONG

You two weren’t sure who would be visiting that time of night, so you open hoping its not an emergency

It wasn’t

Apparently, his co-stars felt bad and decided to “bring the party to him”

Zen was disgruntled but had no choice as his co-stars really brought the party inside

He tried to have fun anyway

But it was hard when the most he could do was hold your hand or stare longingly across the room when you talked to someone else

As the hours ticked on, he was getting more and more antsy for a few precious moments with you

Finally, he managed to scurry the remaining drunk co-stars out

And when he shut the door and turned around…you were asleep on the couch

His heart sunk, but he supposed there was nothing he could do

Gently, he lifts you from the couch and carries you to bed

He hovers over you, just smiling at how lucky he is

He doesn’t expect you to grab his shirt and yank him down for a kiss

At first, he wants to scold you for fake sleeping

But he finally got his kiss…and he wants another few;)

Yoosung:

He’s been working overtime

Late nights and early mornings

And he missed you so, so much–it was an understatement really

Finally, the last day of his late night shifts ends

He wants to be really smooth and romantic that evening

When he walks in the house, he sees you in the kitchen

He still has his doctor coat and stethoscope on

He comes behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and getting close to your ear

“I think it’s for the doctor to check your…”

His words trail off as from the corner of his eye, he sees…his mother?

“YOUR BLOOD PRESSURE!”

You jump since he was still by your ear “WHY ARE YOU YELLING.”

His innocent mother just smiles at you, “Oh, is your health okay?”

You kind of laugh nervously and give a vague answer while glaring at Yoosung

Yoosung is beet red even though he didn’t say anything or do anything

Why did his mother have to do an impromptu visit tonight of all nights?

After an hour of his mother talking over dinner, he’s getting really impatient to see you

He tries to be smooth about it

“Uhh, MC, can you help me fill up the water pitcher in the kitchen?”

He winks hoping you’ll get the hint

You do…and you’re about to get up

But then his mother interrupts, “Why can’t you get the pitcher yourself? Let her rest!”

The night goes on

The poutier Yoosung gets

Eventually, his mother does get tired and decides to go home

Not even a second after the door closes, Yoosung grabs you by the waist and yanks you into him for a deep kiss

All those lonely nights are forgotten now

Jumin:

He was on a business trip

But he ended up getting off two whole days early

He didn’t tell you, hoping to surprise you

On the elevator up to the penthouse, he couldn’t stop thinking about you and he just couldn’t wait to have you to himself all alone

You open the door, and you’re certainly surprised

You almost tackle him in a hug, and he’s half lifting you off the ground

He’s just about to give you a kiss when you gently push him away and glance sideways

He follows your gaze and sees the room full of your coworkers

Staring with weird grins

He clears his throat and lets you go, forcing a smile even though he’s screaming inside

Apparently, because you thought Jumin was still going to be away, you had scheduled a get-together for your work at the penthouse

Of course, Jumin didn’t mind, but you didn’t know that

You knew the difference between his professional smile and his real smile

He seemed really stiff and his smile seemed so forced

You thought you made things uncomfortable for him

Meanwhile, Jumin is trying not to professionally kick everybody out

It makes it worse when one lady comments,

“Oh you just got back from a business trip? You must have really missed MC all this time! I bet you just want to kick us all out!”

“Ahahaha….” *casually sips wine*

He never denied it

Finally, the guests started shuffling out and you see the last of the guests out

You’re just about to apologize when he grabs you and throws you on the couch

He gives you one of his cute Jumin smirks

He starts crawling on top of you, and you think you know where this is going

But he just collapses and snuggles into the crook of your neck

He places light kisses on your cheek and jawline

“I’ve missed you,” he says quietly before finally leaning down to give that anticipated kiss on the lips

Seven:

Between work and Saeran, you two hadn’t seen each other in weeks

But finally things were settling down and he wanted to surprise

Luckily, he had the key to your apartment to do that

So he sneaks in and finds you sitting alone the couch reading

He basically tackles you and starts smothering you with tiny kisses

At least for a second before something grabs his ear and drags him to the ground

A child stares at down at him before yelling, “MC’S BEING ASSAULTED.”

It takes a moment to calm him down before your neighbors actually got involved

Apparently, you were babysitting that day…which meant no alone time until the kid was picked up by his mom

Still, Seven was determined

He tries the nice approach first, and gets the kid set up with some video games

While the kid is distracted, he drags you into the kitchen and pulls you close

Just as he’s about to get that kiss, the kid pops in, “Do you have some juice?”

He doesn’t think much of it except for the fact that it happens every single time he gets you alone

“Don’t you need to take a nap or something?” he snaps

“I’m like…ten.”

It gets worse as the day goes on

The kid basically clings to you

He hugs you, and snuggles against you, and even sneaks some kisses on your cheek

All while sending a cheeky glance towards Seven

Mr. Steal Yo Girl

After hours of this, the mother comes to pick up the kid

Seven is so excited…he finally has you alone and to himself

He turns around…and you are wiped out and asleep on the couch

He deflates a little but he slides himself next to you and wraps his arms around you

As long as he can hold you, right?

He actually ends up falling asleep too

That kid was tiring

Saeran:

You were the one away on the trip

He was alone in the house for days

So he called Yoosung over to keep him company

They were supposed to play some games, eat some junk food, have a bro night

Half way through,he hears the doorbell ring

He leaves Yoosung for a moment to go answer it

He gets quite the shock to see you home a whole day early

He doesn’t think it’s real until you wrap your arms around his neck and give him a quick kiss

He’s speechless, but he’s so happy

He pulls you in for another longer kiss

Yoosung unwittingly walks in, “Hey Saeran–AHHH I’M SORRY.”

Saeran’s girl is home

But….his homeboi is also home

He awkwardly pulls away from you and explains the situation

You wave him off and tell him it’s fine and just spend the night with Yoosung

Poor guy tries

But he keeps blanking out and looking towards you everytime you passed

Yoosung isn’t stupid…he notices

Being super nice, he makes up some assignment that he has to do and hurries out

The door shuts, and Saeran comes looking for you like a lost puppy

He finds you laying down on the couch

He immediately becomes soft™

Crawls next to you and gives you gently kisses all over your face

You smile up at him, “Did you miss me?”

“What do you think?” he replies, though you swear he turned a little red and held you just a little tighter

Also, he waits until you fall asleep to text Yoosung, “Reschedule?”

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aurianneor · 5 years

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"And there's goat cheese..."

“What kind?” “Pélardon... Yes, please. Two thanks.”

They weren't pélardons, They didn't even look like them, The crust cracked too much, The color was cream Instead of the brightful white of milk And it was melting too much And besides, the taste was bland. Or maybe it was just a poorly prepared pélardon?

This cheese dates from Antiquity Its crafting has been preserved from generation to generation, In the Cevennes with chestnut trees It survives those who make it through human’s oral culture Farmers pass by, cheeses stay It is very specific The copies are bad.

She didn't have the chance Like Proust To be able to remember A childhood memory From a taste Preciously kept by a family member.

“Oh, lucky me, I didn't know it was your favourite cheese! » What a liar, according to her memories, she had already told him on at least three occasions. Her host was only asking again for this magnificent story where her neighbour in the Cevennes made the best pélardons she had ever tasted. “I was a child, sometimes I drew milk from goats, I went with her to keep the herd. We ate dandelions and picked chestnuts. » Her host didn't even listen to the end of the story. Discussions had resumed. And she concluded, speaking to herself, "she had a rustic cellar; with pélardons of different refinement; from soft to hard, from white to spotted blue. »

He had asked her again this story as if he didn't know it, Just to make her swallow a cheese with no taste and no character.

“It’s very good,” she concluded, quite forced because everyone had watched her eat it. She felt like Howard Hughes, played by Leonardo Di Caprio in the film The Aviator, who was served an animal with his head in a plate that inspired disgust.

Moreover, earlier, her host had insisted on cutting off the capon's head in front of her. All she could say was that it was obvious he had intentions. What did he want when he expressed himself through food?

Her host was none other than Gérard, her mother's new companion. And yes! At Christmas, we meet people... There are also cousins who appear and disappear forever, disputes that make it necessary to reserve a year for one and a year for the other, divorces, people who can no longer even find words to designate their family ties (for example, I am the son of his mother's companion, no blood ties) ... That we may or may not see the other years again. This is what family reunions are like, it's like being in a pub.

Speaking of the pub, Gérard had an open kitchen with bar stools. He was perched on one of them. He explained the menu very nicely to her. There were supposed to be 25 dishes. “Are you sure we need all this? I'd prefer: starter, main course, dessert.” “Come on! It's Christmas!” “Yes, well, I'm celebrating it like this.” “Come and have a glass of punch.”

“Thank you. See, I think we should make either smoked salmon or foie gras, it's too much if not...” She was trying to avoid wasting money. “You know, I went to the market to find the best products. I fought to book the capon. Christmas shopping is not easy.” “Did you take salad to digest all this?” “No, why?” “Two days ago, you asked me to write the menu with you and I suggested just a starter, main course and dessert and a salad to go with it?” “Oh, I'm confused, I forgot the salad.” “Basically, you're asking me for my opinion just so you can say I agree with what you're doing when you haven't even listened to me... good initial impression,” Joëlle thought.

Joëlle's mother broke into the room: “I heard "salad” and look what happens!” She was turning a salad over her head. She had thought about it. Well, that's not all, but there's work to be done....

Gérard took the capon and cut off his head. Victorious, he parried with the beheaded head of the animal. He then took the chestnut stuffing and introduced it into the animal. They peeled the potatoes together. Once this work done, which he considered delicate, required someone who knew how to do it, he went to join the drunks on the terrace after shouting instructions about the rest of the cooking operations and then writing them down because he thought his mother and Joëlle would not remember everything.

It was then Uncle Robert's turn, who decided on his own that he was the most qualified to open the oysters. He was quite jovial and told a succession of jokes, thinking that it was the only means of communication at hand to address them. He ended up talking about his son. “You know, he lives in New ahha ahha ahha hhahhahaha!!” “Ahhahahhh! Bloody Mary! He cut himself when opening the oysters! Quick, I'm calling an ambulance!”“No, no, I'll drive him,” objected Cousin Vladimir.

After they left, her mother went out on the terrace to bring clean glasses.

A supersonic “What” boomed. “He drank the whole bottle of vodka”?? Her mother was much more worried about the potential car accident than the blood-soaked cut. When they returned three hours later, she was surprised to find them alive.

Jöelle's mother was happy to be with her daughter and to be able to be “girls only” in the kitchen. Fortunately she liked it, because they stayed there all evening. Barely enough time to kiss the children to bed.

As she was about to eat, Joëlle began to sit down as usual, but Gérard ordered, “No, no, no, no, women, near the kitchen. It'll be more convenient!” Auntie Odile was 86 years old but she still had to comply with the rule; just like the children... At least this year, she wouldn't spend Christmas alone. Who had been all alone at Christmas this year? Uncle John had not come because it was too expensive for him to come. Granny at the retirement home was no longer able to get out. Of course, the drug addict had no interest in showing up; Joëlle thought he was probably going to get one more dose and stay on his mattress... no way he was missing a dose. She was thinking of her neighbour who was celebrating Christmas alone but whom the rest of the family had refused to invite. This year, the homosexual family was accepted for the first time, the two babies and the two mothers.

They had eluded talking politics to avoid the fist fights that usually followed. Fortunately, they had shared on WhatsApp the latest Christmas Survival Guide. It is just that the family pub, had a permit to deliver alcohol only to men (including minors) and that the other side of the table gave on the terrace where all the bottles were stored. The children had a buffet in the next room. A debate on compost had begun among her cousins and she took the opportunity to gather some tips on how to better use her own. Gérard spoke above her. According to his own judgment, there was obviously only him who had interesting things to say. In any case, he was the only one who was rude enough to share with the whole table the stupid jokes that only Joëlle's husband was laughing at. The rest of the table was starting to use their arms to support themselves and were looking forward to the end. At least the kids next door were having fun.

Very quickly, Joëlle did not recognize her husband anymore. Drunk, he went much further than Gérard in misogyny and racism. He had even made a "joke" about her, the meat, was supposedly overcooked, because his wife was still not able to use an oven that had been there for three years. It really didn't look like him. Joëlle was sweet and calm as usual. A little summary of what she had been doing all evening and a little pat on the head came out in defensive reflex. It had calmed her husband down a little bit, who continued his jokes but not on her. On the other hand, Gérard looked at her with shiny eyes. Whatever his intentions, he considered he had won the first set. Joelle didn't let him win the second one. Having already lost for the kitchen, she decided it was as if she was working for the “restos du cœur” one evening. Except that she would have preferred to do this for the poor rather than for Gérard and her mother who spent "such a good time with her in the kitchen". Cooking for drunks... you only see them every other year. At least the gargantuan remains, her husband would take them to the food bank the next day.

The next day, Christmas, presents! Joëlle and her husband watched the children open the presents. What a great idea to just be in a nuclear family for once. We could read them books, start playing some games.

“Ding Dong” “Your dream was too big; your mother wants to see her daughter and grandchildren. Maybe she'll learn my name one day. She'll need it to write it on my grave after she murdered me...” “Kids, come on, Mami Ceselha is coming!” Joëlle was still in her pjs. “Hello, darling, I'm not disturbing...” “Not at all Mom,” Joëlle lied, “Oh! Hello Gérard” “Hello.” “You don't know, darling, about the young Kevin… After you left, we were all in bed, he made a bet with Jean-Pierre. They made a contest for the one who would climb the tree the highest. Kevin's father helped him, so they went too high and they ended up in the emergency room too and it was full, they waited until late in the morning.” “They have a cast up to above the knee. One on the right, and the other on the left... Completely broken, Kevin...” “Also, it was silly giving alcohol to minors,” concluded Joëlle.

A few noisy and joyful gift openings and after some explanations about Santa Claus so agile that he could do a contortionist tour at the Cirque du Soleil, Joëlle found her husband in the room and let the older generation sympathize with the younger ones. “They're going to invite themselves to lunch...” “I think we should go to the restaurant. I promise you, I don't drink alcohol anymore in my life. And then I think Gérard will want to pay the bill. We'll at least see you...... Eventually, he'll give you a small salary for yesterday.” “And the other times...” “The other times, we'll see if he's there. Anyway, thank you, you're the only one who kept track. Your mother is blinded with love, I had drunk too much and I got carried away by this guy; the others crashed, they were almost all flattened on the table. You're the only one kept track.” “And Gérard, who derailed and brought some wagons with him. How are we gonna see Mommy alone? You remember, before he was in a relationship with Mom, he almost convinced us to buy a house on credit. He kept rushing us to make a hasty decision... on a house purchase, it's a big deal there! You are the one who introduced him to Mom; but imagine if at work, if he leads you into the kind of behaviour you had yesterday. You can lose it... We won't be able to make ends meet on my salary alone!” “Yes, it's enough to resell all the toys the children had for Christmas, I mean the 90% they're not interested in, and sell them on the Internet. The princess kit will go first. It will be a pleasure...” “So, that, you see, I don't understand. They know you can't get away with it, even if you work together. Zero help. They don't even look after them, they don't take them on vacation. Same thing from the four grandparents. And I'm not asking them anything, that's not the point. And then they offer expensive presents to kids who won't even play them.”

Joëlle was working internationally, and she had noticed that regardless of nationality, people were going to the end of the year holidays in small steps and returning at a brisk pace. When she asked afterwards, “how was the holidays” the grimace was much worse than the one that replied to “Are you going to spend the holidays with your family?”

It's really time for each family to take back the Christmas and New Year celebrations; Otherwise, we're all going to become chess nuts...

Aurianne Or

Pour lire cette histoire en français: https://aurianneor.tumblr.com/post/181424135970/et-là-il-y-a-du-chèvre

Would it really be Christmas without a family meltdown? I hope to find out - The Guardian: https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2015/dec/23/christmas-family-argument-row

Pélardon: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pélardon

The Aviator - Lunch scene: https://youtu.be/FRM0G1wfXoM

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The B In Baejin Is For Boyfriend Material

• who?: Wanna One's Bae Jinyoung • genre: 🌸 • type: bullet point blog navigator. • pure fluff of what Jinyoung would be like as a boyfriend on campus kdlsjskdjsj I'm honestly really terrible at the boyfriend type of content because I'm not good at speculating or assuming how people actually are in real life. But this was fun to do and I hope it isn't a total flop. Thank you for requesting this anon!! - Admin L

• first of all, regardless of what college you apply to or enrol in, Jinyoung would be super supportive • even if your dream college and his dream college were 200 miles away • luckily, you guys somehow got into the same college • hell yeah • you wouldn't see your boyfriend for awhile because you're too busy packing and getting ready for college • but this is Bae Jinyoung we're talking about • *ring ding dong* • you peel open the door to reveal a smiling Baejin, hands filled with packing materials such as masking tape • "yah ~ aren't you supposed to be getting ready as well? Why are you here?" • "i'm here to help!" • you sigh and raise your eyebrows at him • then again, you aren't actually complaining about it • who wouldn't want to have your boyfriend around • and helping you • Jinyoung's house is closer than yours to the institute so he doesn't have much to bring to his dorm • he can travel that half an hour every weekend • your situation is different • much different • a dozen of your things are packed and ready to be shipped to college with you • which is practical because you can't be travelling 5 hours up and down every day • you need everything in your dorm • literally • including that cute plushie Jinyoung gifted you on your birthday to sleep with • otherwise, you know you won't be able to fall asleep • your roommate is cool with you pretty much occupying the entire dorm since they too live extremely close to the college • you love your roommate already • let's not lie Jinyoung is probably decent at packing and being neat • sure, he's no Minhyin but he makes an effort to try and help • folds your clothing • realises it's his sweater he thought he lost last Winter • Baejin sighs but smiles and tucks it in your luggage anyway • his baby WILL wear his clothes • stops to observe the things you packed and realises you have like 500 boxes of household equipment • "....love, how much stuff do you actually need?" • "LovE hOW muCH STufF dO YOu acTUALLy NeED" you reply • *insert Spongebob meme* • "you will help me carry it to my room, won't you?" • your voice drips with honey, sickeningly sweet and begging • Jinyoung pinches your cheek gently, "ahh, I can't. I'm moving in two days after you, remember?" • "yah! is that your reason for moving in after?" • a cheeky smile spreads on his face but before you can retort something snarky, he presses his soft lips to yours • packing is forgotten • you are sad you're moving in before your boyfriend does • he doesn't forget your move in date • at first, your parents were going to drive you and your things over • surprise • on that day, it was Bae Jinyoung and your parents who showed up in the car to pick you • you nearly melted into tears • he lives far away from you so any unscheduled meet up is rare and always makes you cry • bc he doesn't have to make that 5?? 6?? hour journey to and fro • but he chose to • well duh, it's for you • he's that type of person let him live • your parents were in on it too • the car ride to college is one of the more enjoyable ones you have had in your life • Jinyoung is so charming your parents fell for him immediately • he's talking about baking, politics and gardening all at once to both your parents • it's amusing • and you really wouldn't have it any other way • look at your boyfriend and family getting along so well • he bouta be part of the family soon • wink wonk • your parents love him as much as you do • maybe even more • as soon as the car is parked, your parents venture out to sip tea in one of the on-campus cafes, promising to see you before they leave for the long drive back • your legs are so wobbly you can't even stand up straight anymore • pins and needles are a PAIN • thankfully, you have an amazing boyfriend by the name of Bae Jinyoung to assist you in balancing • both of you make multiple trips back and forth, each time the load of boxes seemingly heavier • djosapdkdl you realise it's going to take the entire day even if you started at 7am • Baejin pulls out his phone. "Hi Jay, clear my schedule for today. I'm really busy right now" • eventually, you do finish up unloading and unpacking every box and bid your family goodbye • you let your lips linger on Jinyoung's for a few more seconds than usual • "it's never a goodbye kiss, Y/N." • of course, you are reunited on his move in day • the favour is returned by you helping to carry like two boxes of things • he only needed three boxes and one bag • wow • don't you love staying nearby • college starts and your life is flung into a flurry • you barely catch a glimpse of Jinyoung throughout the first couple of weeks but you two decide on a schedule • he walks you to your first lecture every odd week • and you buy him coffee after his classes every even week • sometimes, he just calls you out of your dorm to grab a pizza at the restaurant on campus • college isn't like this irl but • picnic dates at the picnic tables outside the cafeteria • cloud watching, enjoying the sun, just conversing and finally! relaxing after all the stress from your studies • Jinyoung takes a ton of pictures to save as his wallpaper • you talk about your troubles and spill everything during those sessions • it becomes somewhat therapeutic • when either of you has a bad day, you call each other as soon as classes end • "babe..." • "hang on babe. grab your coat, we're headed out" • it happens all the time • you grab dinner together and then go for a nice night stroll • such romantic • 110% mood improved • study dates in the library when it's finals season • it's meant to be a date but you guys concentrate so much on your studies and nearly forget each other's presence • the library closes late for night study etc • you're wrapped up in his sweater and poring over your notes, frantically trying to memorise information • whenever you look like you want to tear your hair out, Jinyoung takes your pen from you and scribbles on a post-it before stamping it in your notes • "take care of yourself! i love you. :)" • your binder is covered in those neon stickers and they make your heart melt every time you see them • always reminds you to eat and stay hydrated • buys you 'cheer up!' stationery such as ramen shaped erasers or a pen with a cute design • you never actually use them and you keep them in a special pen holder on your desk • your roommate teases you about it, especially when more stationery is added • when Jin gets frustrated, you always remind him that he is worth it and that he isn't going to screw up • hyping him so his confidence doesn't fall to where it used to be • to Baejin, your smile itself is enough to make his day • it only gets better when you leave handwritten notes and sometimes a small snack in his bag while he wasn't looking • walks in and out of the exam hall exuding confidence • one night, you fell asleep at the library, surrounded by all your books • Baejin can't exactly leave you there yet he doesn't want to wake you up • so he took over the graveyard shift from the student librarian just to keep the library open and operating • so that you could have a good sleep • and so that half the cohort could cram a night before finals • in the morning, you are forced to literally drag him out lest he miss his final • you blush when your friends tell you about his gesture • how extra™ • you shake your head out of embarrassment but your friends find his care adorable • he gets really shy when you confront him about it • "really? was there no better way to solve it? you could have woken me up you know?" • "ahh but if I did, you wouldn't have gotten an A* on your paper? would you?" he teases • hahaahahaha true • since it's after finals, Jinyoung decides to take you off campus on a date • he goes out of his way to obtain a special parking pass for campus parking • idk we have that here so ^ • "jin, wasn't that cafe over there? why are we headed to the carpark?" • you feel a bit overdressed for your usual spot but he told you to dress your best • Jinyoung tightens his grip around your hand and beams with a wink • "we're going off campus tonight, sweetheart" • S W E E T H E A R T • by the way, I should mention that he looks absolutely dashing in his suit and maroon tie • you're practically drooling and thanking God for your amazing boyfriend • he's glad he heeded Guanlin's fashion advice • anyway • you can hardly contain your excitement as it's been awhile since you got a break from the college scenery • when he sees your mouth stretching into a giant smile, Jinyoung can't help but grin too. • he's happy you're elated to the point that it can't be hidden • since he lives in the nearest city which is 30 minutes away, you take time to admire the foreign scenery • wow....I can't believe Jinyoung lives here.... it's so pretty • ....maybe one day that will be your hometown too • MOVING ON • Jinyoung takes you to the finest restaurant he knows • his mum ONLY brought her clients there to eat so he knows it's serious • parks his fancy car right next to the entrance • you're wondering how he can afford it • he's still in college • maybe he's in the mafia? or a stripper? • okay i'm sidetracking again I'm sorry • with your arms linked, Jinyoung walks up to the host and confidently says, "I have a reservation under Mr. Bae Jinyoung, table for two" • A S D F G H J K L • dinner isn't as tense as you figured it would be • there's still laughter, jokes, and small talk about your school life • it feels the same - if you minus the fanciness of the place - as one of your regular dates on campus • no matter what, Bae Jinyoung is your boyfriend. the type of date doesn't change who he is • the walks to class • the on-campus dates • staying up late to cram for finals • helping him with his presentation slides • going to watch a movie at the media centre • visiting his dorms with food in the middle of the day when you found out he had been cooped up in there and refused to eat lunch • thank you Daehwi • you propped your head in your hands, sighing but beaming • one hand reached out to grab Jinyoung's, he didn't complain • your hands intertwined lovingly • "my college days are so much better with you"

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topfics · 7 years

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Fall Dates with Tyjo and Jishwa

TYLER

Tyler and you would go immediately go get all the blankets you could scrounge up and make a fort.

But this fort wouldnt’ be just a normal fort, no… it would be a fort that included the TV so you could binge watch Netflix or watch movies together. And because Tyler is such a loving person, he would include all of your favorite snacks like: popcorn, skittles, pretzel bites, nachos, a giant soda, crunch bars, and so much more.

The two of you would then watch all the scary movies you could find, and you, being the smart person you are, held the popcorn and spilled everywhere when something jumped out at you. That would lead to Tyler laughing his ass off beCAUSE HE WOULD DO THE FUCKING SAME THING!!!!

After the movie marathon, you guys decided to make fall inspired cookies late at night. You got on Pinterest and found some really cute Halloween shaped sugar cookies. You loved to bake so you thought this would be easy.

WRONG

Baking with Tyler was fun, but it was MESSY AS HELL.

Tyler would turn on the KitchenAid too fast. That made the flour go everywhere. It was almost like it was glitter getting everywhere. But WORSE. He would start laughing even more while you tried to clean it up, then grabbing the frosting you prepared and wiped it on your face.

DID HE REALLY START A FUCKING FOOD FIGHT??? Yes. Yes he did.

So, being the cute and cheesy thing it was, you started fighting back, You threw flour at him and put frosting all over his face. He begins to chase you around the kitchen, trying to give you a hug. Unfortunately, he slips on some flour and falls, causing you to laugh. You try to help him up but he ultimately drags you on the ground with him, wiping his messy face, then placing the flour and frosting combo on your face.

You glare at him and give him a kiss, transferring some of it back onto him.

OKAYYYY SO THAT WAS A DISASTER! Moving on!

Soon after, you wanted to make a fresh apple pie for his family. So he decides to take you to pick your own apples! You both had baskets, and you went through the apple trees and picked out the best ones. Tyler purposely tried to go for the tall ones to see how high he could jump. You took videos of him trying to reach one that you saw and wanted, but he ultimately failed.

Luckily for you, a nice, tall family came to your rescue and grabbed that beautiful red apple for you. Tyler was a bit embarrassed, but you thought it was cute that he wanted to impress not only himself, but you as well.

“I wanted to get you that apple…” Tyler sighed.

“It’s okay, Ty. You tried.” you slightly laugh. “That’s all that matters.”

After the apple picking, the two of you run to the store to get some caramel to make caramel apples. You wanted to “boo” the neighbors with them.

“Boo”ing the neighbors was a tradition in your neighborhood. Someone would start it off by making a flyer that says something like, “You’ve been booed!” and the gist of it was to give that ghost to another neighbor with another treat. It was a fun way to get the Halloween spirit going. Plus, you get free food??? What was wrong with that???

So Tyler helps you melt the caramel and puts the sticks in the apples. You start on the decorations. You decided you wanted to make some Jack Skellington themed ones, as well as the apple from Snow White. Then you made some regular old caramel apples, and placed them on a cookie sheet to dry and harden more. Afterwards, you put them all in a cute little baggie, and printed out the flyer.

You decided to let Tyler ding-dong ditch the neighbor, because you believed him to be a better and faster runner.

But… you were abso-fucking-lutely wrong.

You watched through the window as he placed the apples on the doorstep, ringing the bell and running. But as he was running to hide, he tripped. He was army crawling to get behind the bushes.

You shook your head and chuckled as he got to the bushes unnoticed. He gives you a thumbs up and you shake your head.

After the neighbors grab the apples and head back in, Tyler comes back home. The first thing he says to you is:

“Nailed it.”

“No, Ty. You didn’t. What did you even trip on?”

He begins to blush and looks away.

“I would say I tripped on a rock…. But…”

“But what…?”

“That’s a lie. I tripped on my own foot.”

Okay so after that disaster, you and Tyler would go to a Halloween party.

He didn’t really want to dress up, so you came up with the brilliant idea of him dressing as Josh, and you would dress as him.

So, you grabbed his signature black paint and put it all over your neck and hands, borrowing his red beanie and outfit from the stressed out video. Tyler called Josh and borrowed his red eye makeup and got a spraycan to “dye” his hair. You took pictures together and posted on social media.

THE CLIQUE FUCKING LOVED IT LEMME TELL YA.

Comments were flooding in, and you couldn’t be more proud of this idea. You even sent a video to Josh of Tyler saying, “Hi, my name is Josh dun and… I love Tyler.”

Josh responded with, “This is accurate.”

You got to the party with Tyler, and everyone commented on how genius it was. You simply told them that Tyler was too lazy to dress up as anything else so this was the best thing you could come up with. And it worked.

Whilst there, they had pumpkins you could carve and decorate. So, Tyler decides to go a non-traditional route, and made the “|-/” symbol for the fans. You decided to carve Oogie Boogie from The Nightmare Before Christmas seeing as it was your favorite movie.

You took them home and placed them in front of your door.

After the party, you made hot apple cider and cozied up to Tyler, deciding to finally watch The Nightmare Before Christmas. The night ended with the two of you cuddled on the couch, entangled with blankets.

JOSH

As soon as the leaves started changing color and falling, you know this fucker is going to want to play in the leaves.

You would help him rake the leaves and pile them up, putting them in garbage bags. Josh dumped the bags of leaves on the trampoline, moving it over to where he could jump off the balcony.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” you ask.

“Of course babe! It’ll be so fun! Just you wait and see.”

He flashes you that damn smile of his and you succumb to his dangerous ways.

He gets onto the balcony and looks to you, giving you a big thumbs up.

“Are you snapping this?” he asks.

“Just tell me when, Josh.”

“NOW!”

You start recording, and he does a backflip into the pile of leaves on the trampoline.

“WOOHOO!”

He begins to jump around and roll in the leaves, then sprawls out.

“Come on! You need to get down here!”

You smile and nod, getting on the balcony. You look down and instantly regret it.

He holds his arms out to you and nods, encouraging you to jump.

You jump and scream, and land into a familiar pair of arms. You look up and smile, your heart beating a million miles a minute. He grins, knowing you are just as much of an adrenaline junkie as he is.

“THAT WAS SO FUN!” you yell.

The two of you begin bouncing around the trampoline, having butt wars to just cuddling in the pile of leaves. Josh eventually makes the decision that he wants to sleep out here. He goes into the house and grabs plenty of blankets, and a small tent that he sets up later.

He grabs some flashlights and some snacks, putting them in after the tent is on the trampoline. He swaddles the two of you in blankets, holding you close to his larger and more muscular frame. You take in his scent and kiss him, the two of you falling asleep afterwards.

Alright motherfuckers time for some pumpkin carving.

Josh takes you to a pumpkin patch, wanting to pick out his own pumpkin to carve.

“I’m going to choose the biggest one here.” he states happily.

You chuckle and nod, deciding to choose a smaller pumpkin yourself. After Josh finds one that he is content with on size, you bring it home and wait until evening to carve it.

In the meantime, you two go on a scenic hike, the nice, cool breeze making it the perfect weather to go hiking. You sit at the top of the hike on a bench overlooking the city. The sun is setting and the two of you sit in silence, not needing words to enjoy each other’s companies.

After it begins to get darker and cooler, you head back home and begin carving your pumpkins. You decide to take it a more traditional route and make a simple jak-o-lantern, while Josh makes a pumpkin dedicated to some of his favorite bands and artists.

You set it outside on the porch and decide to go to a haunted house with some friends.

You immediately get scared as you’re walking to the entrance, Josh laughing hysterically in front of you.

“Babe it isn’t that scary!”

You glare and hit his arm, then held onto it for dear life.

“Maybe not to you!” you whine.

“I promise I will protect you. I will lead you through this rough time.”

You glare once more and reluctantly nod, clinging onto him for dear life.

As the two of you enter, you instantly close your eyes.You may have blocked one sense out, but you couldn’t block out the noise. That’s what got you the most. Even with Josh, you screamed until your throat hurt from screaming too much. Josh tried to cover you as best he could, but the workers knew that you were afraid. They used it to their advantage to get some good scares out of you.

Eventually, you made your way out of the haunted house, kneeling over, trying to catch your breath.

“I hate you for making me go through that.”

“(Y/N), I told you, the more you scream the more they’re going to go after you.”

“I can’t help it! You know I scare easily.” you take in a deep breath and grab his hand, leading him to the car.

As soon as you got home, you changed into pajamas and Josh made you your favorite hot cocoa. He adds whipped cream on top with a wafer cookie stick, and puts caramel and chocolate syrup. He hands you the warm mug as he turns Netflix on, putting Stranger Things on screen.

He rubs your arm to comfort you as you drink the warm liquid. It fills your stomach and you instantly feel relieved.

“Are you okay?” he asks quietly.

You simply nod your head and put the mug down, placing your head on his shoulder. You eventually fall asleep. He turns the TV off and carries you to your shared room, placing you under the covers and cuddling up to you.

The next day you head to your favorite amusement park. It was in the spooky season so you expected that there would be people trying to scare you, but at least there were more people so it was less likely that they would come to you.

You took Josh’s hand and dragged him to all of your favorite rides first, the both of you laughing and screaming as the rides twisted and turned, looped and looped.

Josh goes to a concession stand and buys a funnel cake, topped with strawberries and whipped cream, with a chocolate sauce drizzle. You lick your lips and dig in, sighing happily as you taste all the different flavors of the funnel cake.

Josh takes a picture of you and posts it on his snap story, captioning it: “My person.”

You look at him suspiciously, grabbing his phone to make sure it was a good photo.

He smiles and takes it back before you can see.

“It looks good, I promise.” he takes your hand and takes one more photo, posting it to his Instagram.

“I love them more than I love my drums. And that says a lot.”

You check your phone when it lights up with a notification saying that you were tagged in a photo.

You look and smile, swallowing your bite of funnel cake.

“I love you too, Josh Dun. Now help me finish this funnel cake!”

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thegloriousbluerose · 6 years

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I was thinking to share this at my instagram… But I think this place is more suitable to say everything… ✴️✴️✴️✴️✴️✴️✴️

I was just a little girl then I find Japanese culture. It was an inspiration for me. Nobody knew about this except my family. After some time I was tired of my music playlist (there was basically only jrock music) and I wanted some new music. I searched on YouTube and I find BIGBANG - Haru Haru. It was the ending of 2009. At that time I recognised South Korea music and culture too. After a while I find BIGBANG forum.. I registered and at 20100213 I become an official fan of BIGBANG, VIP. I was happy. Really. Because of them I fell in love with music, I started writing… And Im still doing that. I was so happy.. Later on I find Shinee’s Ring Ding Dong MV. And I was impressed with Jonghyun’s voice… Lucifer MV’s I was impressed with Taemin… From YG ent I supported BIGBANG. They are really meaningful to me. They built my personality. I am thankfull to them. From SM ent I supported Shinee.. Everything were fine… Later on I find attractive other groups like Super Junior, FTISLAND, UKISS, GIRLS GENERATION, The Trax, 2ne1, 2PM and so on. I was kind of multifandom person. But everything changed… Actually nobody supported let’s say so my hobby… At school I was bullied because of this desicion. My family couldn’t transfer me to another school so easily because my mom was a teacher at that school and she would be scolded if the school would lost their student… (it was a small school so every person was needed if that school wanted to exist). So I decided to fight until 8th grade. Because after 8th grade I could leave that school and go to Gymnasium (9th - 12th grade). It was hard. I spent all breaks with earphones, listening to korean pop music and imagine things, how I gonna go to MAMA awards and to see them all… Or going to the concerts, even being on the same stage (I was studying at music school since 2nd grade until 12th grade). I waited till I can come back at home and write my fanficion or my diary. But I was just in a 6th grade. My mental health was never strong enough. Especially after my only friend/classmate decided to go to another school after 5th grade. She was my only friend who at least tried to support me. But desicion was made by her parents. I was shocked. I was thinking that if Im friends with someone it would last forever.. It was so childish of me. We stopped talk to eachother really soon. I tried to became friends with other girls in my class.. But for them I was always a weirdo. But one of them somehow started to see me as her friend. I was happy. I think now I could finally be happy.. But she do not support me, I had to be with them other person. I changed my personality so easily. I stopped listen to a music I really loved and I was still bullied by my boys in the class. They even punched me to my stomach, kicked my legs. My mom was shocked… She had a conversation with two of them. She told them: “What do you think if she couldn’t have a child in a future?”. I couldn’t understand what that means… I just wanted everything to be over… I wanted to be happy. I find rock music and emotional people like me also. At that moment I was thinking this is the great path to choose, finally I have someone I can talk with… But it was a big mistake of me… I started to see my demons… And started to think about life meaning… Why people are dying.. Why we have to.. At 7th grade I transformed to emo style… My mom was sad… I was sad and screaming all the time at home… My little sister came into this world.. And I was not the only one… In the family. That fact.. It was easy to understand. I was happy. Just for a some moments… But I was still lonely.. I tried to be back with Korean music.. But it was too hard for me… Later on, I finally made into Gymnasium. New people. Everything should be fine, right? It wasn’t. Because of some metalistic girl I break a law. I was drinking alcohol near the church then police came. I wasn’t drinking much. But still. It was bad. But because I wanted to be loved by others I made that stupid desicion… After that incident.. I started to think more about myself. I wanted to runaway from myself… I wanted to be happy, kind person I was… But I couldn’t comeback… When I tried, my new classmates started to bullying me. They taken my things and putting somewhere else. Not all classmates were like that. I started to friends with one classmate. But still she hated my taste in music. She laughed at me… Even though she supported that emo side… Why girl.. Why… She also lefted me like my first friend. I even didn’t knew anything about that… But I was happy because it was hard with that class too. I also started to date my classmate… It was such a big mistake… I did that because I guess I didn’t wanted to be alone… But I was alone… I had a band at that moment… And after one concert I felt embarrassed… Nobody loved music in my band like I did… I realised.. That for other members.. It was just a game… And actually all that rocknroll damn emo thing… It makes me so annoying… I was really tired of that… So.. I disbanded my band. I focused on education and I also breakup with my classmate after 2 months in relationship. I finally started to recover… 11th grade was finished. I started to listen to korean music, I was so happy. Finally I had a true friends and they supports me. I also was happy because my mom give a birth to my little brother.. I was soo happy… But at my 18 bday my other classmate… Who was friend with that classmate who I used to date decided that he also could get me and that would be easy… I was shocked.. Because I couldn’t see him more than just a friend… He kissed me… And I couldn’t stopped him. It was disgusting.. But I didn’t wanted to hurt him. (eventually I did…Because I hurted his feelings). So, after my bday at the next day June 23 we had a goodbye party at my friends house. Because she was leaving to Norway for a summer. She is from my first class.. That girl who I mention before. Who started to be friends with me at 6th grade. At that party was my childhood friend who decided to bring his friend. We didn’t knew him. And what is ironic? That friend he eventually became my boyfriend. My first and still the only one true relationship. We started dating at 20150711. He was amazing. I was happy.. Finally someone really likes me. And appreciate me. But at that same month 20150721 my friend from Turkey was murdered at the bomb attack. That was really hard to deal with it. It broke my soul. My boyfriend helped me… But sometimes I cried like crazy… And after his death I started to listen rock music once again. And this time it was like a trap. My boyfriend. I though he liked Asian culture like I did.. But it wasn’t a case. He just wanted impress me. So it became hard to believe him. We fought a lot. And I was at 12th grade.. I have my graduation exams.. I also had to decide what I want to study after finishing school.. It was a really stressful time. But I decided to stop. I decided to once again focus on a dream I had as a kid. So 20160901 I started my korean language studies at university. It was new place, new community, new city, different people. But we all love Asia… And it was a great desicion… For me at that moment. Eventually, my boyfriend decided to left me… And at that same damn day he almost did not raped me. It’s hard… We were together for 1 year and almost 3 months. He never pushed me. Idk what happened to him that day… And he lefted me. It was… For me… Such a big deal. Because I give him all me, my soul, my body, my heart.. We were talking about life together.. And he wanted that. Not me. He was who suggested that. But he decided to choose bar, beer, girls over us. I fell in a deep depression. I started to have trust issues. And I still have it. I lost my friends at university, they couldn’t deal with my negative minds… I was toxic for myself and others… I had just one friend… And she is still by my side. I love her… But she also didn’t knew how to help me. It was the first time I really wanted to end everything… I cut my wrist… (Im left handed), I drink two beers and one spiritual alcoholic drink.. I even filmed myself… I really couldn’t believe he lefted me… He throw me.. I was just a used b*tch like he told my friend… My life was broken. Because of him I didn’t want to go to Korea… I loved him.. And I wanted to be a great woman for him… I was blinded by feelings that he even disrespected. And after that incident… My ex’s sister tried to lock me at the hospital.. To take a treatment… But psychiatric told me that I could deal with everything by myself. I believed in that but at the same time I pushed that. After some time other boys wanted to be my friends from university… But they wanted to be more than my friend…. I couldn’t.. I was still his girl… And they lefted me… Two more people throw me like I was a trash… After 6 months after my break up I started to heal. I started to fight… I went to organisation.. I though I find new people.. But it was once again a failure. They never saw me as I am one of the organisation’s members… It was hard.. They started gossiping about me and lying things after I left… Also my physical health went worst… I couldn’t believe how people could do that to me… I want to be wanted but you just all are using me as you wanted and then you throw me like a trash… Also some other guy used me as a cure from his breakup… And he made up with her later… At that time.. I wanted to kill myself… To really kill myself… I was exhausted… About Everything… I didn’t see any light in my life once again… It was a second time then I…. I… Cut my right hand… And I still have those scars… But I managed to reach my 20th bday. It was at this summer… I decided to be myself… I started to go with my bestie and my childhood friend to hangout.. Everything was fine. Until I find one guy… I don’t know why… But I tough Im finally free so I could be trying to trust someone else… And it was a bad desicion. Because my childhood friend tried to touch me… Even he knew everything what I went through… He said it was a joke..but I was traumatised.. I tough that all men wants just that… I realised that I couldn’t trust the new guy, so I wanted to cut all the connections with him… Guess what… He already slept with another girl at the festival… Even though he knew my past and even though he told me he likes me and want to be with me… And he told me after that, that it was my fault that he had done that. Because he tough that I hated him… I was shocked… But I realised that he would never gonna push me over to the same damn thing that I already went. No. I cut all the connections with my childhood friend and him. Finally I was free. Second year of university started. I decided to focus on my education. I started to listen more kpop. And my puzzle were almost finished. However, that guy who used me as a cure.. He came back… And he wanted a help from me. To be just his friend… I couldn’t push him. Because of what I went through… Even I released that cut I made because of him was so stupid action… So I helped… I was a fool… He used me once again… Even though I believed in him… He also tried to impress me and that’s why he always listened to my darkest thoughts. I still couldn’t trust no one… My friend circle that I was building really hard… Just one friend was left.. Thank you God… She is still with me… Im still critique myself… Because of my choices… So… He decided to left me until he recovers from his breakup. When he texted me I decided to stop. I stopped. I studied hard, supported my family, I was smiling and happy, I decided to take an opportunity to have a second major at business administration… I was happy… I survived this winter exam session. My holidays started… I went to my parents house. I was listening kpop music BIGBANG, PENTAGON, WINNER and so on… Even Shinee old songs… And I remembered my old school days… When I found this KWORLD… And how it actually makes me happy… They built my personality… Even though I had these ups & downs… They always were my reason why Im still looking and believing into future. And I was pushing this pure world so many times because of others… Because I couldn’t stand loneliness… Because I was afraid to be an artistic mind person who I am since birth… I was so afraid that I wanted to die… But at every time I wanted I looked at BIGBANG and at SHINEE and others kpop groups… They helped me to reach my 20s… And finally I find peace… At December 18th morning I dreamed that Im with alot of people I don’t know… And I saw a boy with dark hair he told me that he is finally going to be free… I couldn’t see his face… I Even don’t know if his hair were really dark… After that I saw an animal dying in a river… And then I wake up. I saw all news about Taeyang weddings & I was so happy for him. At that time in Korea was around 15pm… And you know… He was still alive… He was still preparing.. While I was screaming from happiness… My friend from Korea told me if I knew what happened.. Of course I didn’t… And after I heard… I just couldn’t believed… I was waiting… And waiting… For the statement.. But I already knew… He was dead… I felt really bad… I though if I was more supportive… If I was more stronger to deal with myself… Maybe I could saw his signals… I was angry and Im still am. People commenting about depression how is hard and so on… It looks like it is easy to talk about it… But it’s not… I opened everything for the first time… Because I want to tell people what it is really means to suffer… How it is hard to find a light… I was thinking about my little siblings… What if something happens to my parents? Im an adult… I have to take my siblings… I have responsibilities… I just can’t left them alone… Even though it’s really hard to live…. And after I had reading his letter… I though that Im reading one of mines… I was telling so many same things… I was asking same damn things even before his death.. And Im still asking… I hate death… I do not want to put my parents in a box and hide it like some used trash…. I just can’t… And these kind of thoughts push me to go and do not try to kill me…. You know what people are saying that the third time…. I had my two… Im really afraid… Because his death… Made my childhood world shaking… I thought they would for me… But Because of my mental I couldn’t be for them… Even though Im tried… And then I finally really came back… Jonghyun 오빠… Decided to die at my mom’s birthday… Moms bday, Taeyang wedding… I was so happy… And then boom… Sadness made a comeback to my life… I just want to be happy… I just want to know why we are killing eachother… I just want to know what is the meaning… I just want to be happy… But life saw me as a trash… Since beginning… And Im fighting.. And I even do not know for what… I do not believe in love anymore. I do not trust people anymore. Mates at my uni don’t like me… They laugh at me then I though I was doing everything fine… I just though that KWORLD would be still the same… Im sorry… Im really sorry… For everything.. Those feelings you shared… I know it all. Im depressed since I was a kid… But Im telling to myself that everything is going to be alright… It have to … But you are not here… Im sorry… Im really sorry… Maybe if you had readed my stupid life story.. Maybe you knew that you are not alone… Im also not talented I can’t write anything… No one notice my makings… I don’t know how to deal with it but Im trying… Im afraid but Im trying… Im really thankful to you. And to you who readed this rock of my heart… I just wanted to help everyone who reached me in my life. I want all people to smile. So please SMILE.

Rest well, Kim Jong Hyun, the Angel of Shinee.

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smashbuddies · 7 years

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Part Nine: Side Quest

Ding-dong!

Daniel groaned, and buried his face into his pillow, just barely awake. Maybe that was just his imagination. So he could just peacefully drift back to sleep and...

Ding-dong! Ding-ding-ding-ding!

“Oh my fucking god!”

It took all his effort, but he dragged himself out of bed, eyelids still heavy. The one day he wanted to sleep in, and some goddamn, piss-brained, piece of shit fuckhead had to abuse his poor doorbell and his ears. Well, he was going to give the fucker a piece of his mind.

He stomped down to the door, fists clenched at his side, and swung it open, ready to yell. But he instantly deflated as soon as he saw who it was.

Snail.

They looked pretty miffed for a second, before staring at him like they didn’t even recognize who he was. After a short moment, they blinked, and intelligently said, “Uhhh, are you another weird clone?”

Daniel promptly slammed the door in their face.

He was such a fucking idiot. At the very least he should’ve gotten dressed, but no, he had to be a fucking hot-head and answer the door in his goddamn pajamas with his messed up hair. There was no way he could live this down. They’d seen him at something other than his best, and that was unacceptable.

Maybe he could pretend it never happened.

So he went back upstairs and made himself look half-presentable. At the very least, put on a nice suit and brushed out his hair. Then he made his way back to the door, and thankfully, Snail was still there.

Unfortunately, his rash decision to change just made the situation even worse.

“What the fuck was that?” they asked, glaring at him with their arms crossed. “I show up early for once and you slam the door on me?”

His face grew hot. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Uh-huh, so you’re trying to tell me that wasn’t you that answered the door looking like you just woke up?” Their outrage melted away into something much, much worse. They gave him that stupid Grin he hated and said, “You look pretty cute with bedhead.”

“That wasn’t me,” he immediately responded with, even though he knew it was a terrible lie. “It was Daniyal.”

“Really,” they said, as if asking if he was really going to stick with that. “Daniyal?”

Just then, Daniyal popped in from the kitchen. “Did someone say my name?”

Daniel turned and gave him a very pointed look. One that said you better say the right thing. “You answered the door a minute ago, didn’t you?”

Daniyal frowned. “No? Why?”

That son of a bitch.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Daniel suddenly asked, teeth clenched. God, he could throttle that bumfuck bastard. “Like with Andy?”

“Right, yes! I made some soup for them, I really hope they like it.” Daniyal ducked back into kitchen for a split-second before emerging with a sealed container. After squeezing his way out the door, he said, “I’ll be back later!”

As soon as he was gone, Snail gave Daniel a look. “So, you wanna go for a different lie, or do you wanna admit that you wear Mario pajamas to bed?”

“Alright, fine!” he snapped harshly, face as red as could be. “Look, I didn’t think you’d be coming over so early. Sue me.”

“Well, you always get pissed when I show up later than noon,” they said bluntly as they brushed past him. “I thought I’d be a good boyfriend for once and show up nice and early. Didn’t think you'd be taking a page from my book today.”

Daniel huffed and carelessly slammed the door shut. “I had a rough night.”

They gave him a cocky look from over their shoulder and teased, “Couldn’t stop thinking about me?”

“Uh-huh, sure,” he answered. Better to stroke their ego a bit than tell the truth. Then he noticed the backpack slung over their shoulder, and raised an eyebrow at them. “What’s that?”

They carefully set it on the couch and took a seat. “My laptop and tablet. I said I’d show you some of my art sometime, so…”

Right. He'd almost forgotten about that. Hell, that date happened, what? A couple weeks ago? Give or take a day or two? He remembered being excited about seeing their art. And that in turn kick-started the memory of him wanting to show them Sonic and Knuckles.

“Yeah, that sounds nice, actually,” he said with an earnest smile. “I have something to show you too, let me go get it real quick.”

He barely made it up three steps before he heard Snail call out, “You should change back into your pajamas while you’re up there.”

“What?” he bit out, backtracking just so he could glare at them. “Why the hell would I do that?”

They rolled their eyes. “Because you don’t need to be so formal inside your own damn house. Besides, I have to see you slip into something more comfortable eventually. So why not now?”

“You’re not wearing pajamas,” he pointed out, ignoring the ambiguously intentional innuendo. But really, if they had shown up in their sleepwear, he would’ve been pretty miffed, so his argument was weak.

“Well, that’s because I know how to dress like a normal person,” they readily countered, and oddly, their comment kind of hurt. “You don’t have to try and impress me. We’re dating, and we’ve already fucked a whole bunch. Just relax for once.”

Daniel stood there for a moment, on hand gripping the banister tightly. Normal, what would their punk ass know about normal? He’d show them.

A little while later, he came back down the stairs with his beloved Sega Genesis in hand. He heard Snail’s little hitch of breath, but pointedly ignored it in favor of getting everything set up. Plug in wires, make sure everything’s sitting steady and all. And maybe he bent over a bit, just to show off his ass a bit. It still looked nice, and he knew it

Dusting off his hands, he brought the controller with him as he plopped himself down on the couch and pretended like Snail’s bewildered stare didn't exist.

“Do you you wanna play first?”

“You actually own a t-shirt?” they asked, eyes not-so subtly raking him over. “And jeans?”

“Of course I do,” he muttered, playing up his bitterness just a bit with a side-glare. “I can dress normal.”

“You sure can,” they agreed. Then they leaned over and began to press quick, heated kisses to his neck. “You can also rile me up pretty good. Don't think I didn't notice what you were doing.”

A pleasant shiver ran through him, but he shoved the controller against them and said, “I was getting everything ready. So we can have a nice time playing a game together.”

They huffed and swiped the controller from him. “Not my fault you have a nice ass.”

After selecting Sonic, they stared at the TV for a solid few seconds, as if waiting for something to happen. Daniel huffed, and crossed his arms, already getting fed up with the wait.

“Well? Are you gonna play, or what?”

“Huh?” They blinked, and with a little testing, then realized that they sure as hell could move around. “Oh, I was kinda expecting a cutscene or something. You know, how games usually start so you don’t get lost.”

“It’s a Sonic game,” he argued, sitting back and watching them meander through the first zone. “Your only goal is to get rings, collect chaos emeralds, and go.”

“Well, I don't even know where I am!”

“Angel Island.”

“Okay, well, why am I collecting the fucking chaos emeralds again? You'd think Sonic would be able to hold onto the damn things.”

“Does it matter? Just shut up and play the damn game.”

Suddenly, the controller found itself in his hands as Snail huffed out, “You’re the video game expert here, you play it!”

“Fine!”

Not surprisingly, they spent more time griping than actually getting through the level. But that was fine. Daniel thankfully knew it like the back of his hand, and quickly found his way to the first bonus stage. Not his favorite, but he got through it just fine. Especially since the really important part was coming up soon.

Get the blue spheres!

From there, pure instinct took over. Right, right, right, right, get the rings, go straight, jump, left, left, left, left. For a moment he was taken back to when he was just fifteen years old, playing this game for the first time after school.

He just barely registered Snail speaking.

“Holy shit, you’re really in the zone right now, huh?”

“Hm?” Snapping out of his daze a bit, he managed to answer, “Oh, yeah. I’ve played this game a lot. Not usually on it’s own like this, but…”

Snail shifted. “On it’s own? The hell does that mean?”

“There’s a way to combine the cartridge with the one for Sonic 3.” Despite being engrossed in what he was doing, he liked answering their question and educating them. “Some sort of lock-on thing. I think it also works with Sonic 2.”

“What’s the point in doing that?”

Things followed a pattern from there. Snail would ask questions about some aspect of the game, and Daniel would answer while half-zoned out. He couldn’t see their face, obviously, but he could hear as each word from their mouth became more enthusiastic and interested than the last. Time seemed meaningless, and it just kinda slipped away. The only thing even showing its passage was each stage that Daniel cleared.

It was really nice to just relax with Snail like this for once.

Soon, he was at the last stage, flying through space as Super Sonic while Snail cheered him on. Their encouragements fueled him, and his heart stopped every time he crashed into something. C’mon, he was so close, he couldn’t fail now! Not in front of Snail!

Time stopped. He’d done it. The Master Emerald was saved, and he could relax. While the final cinematic played, he let out a deep sigh and set the controller down. The biggest grin slipped onto his face as a wave of joy washed over him. There was almost nothing more satisfying than beating a game.

“That was something,” Snail said, tone unreadable. But there was a smile on their face, so that had to be good, right? “I can’t believe how fast you went through all that.”

He shrugged in an attempt to play humble, but it didn’t work out so well. “I mean, that’s what Sonic’s about right?” After a second, his smile turned a bit more sheepish. “Sorry you didn’t get to play though.”

They waved him off. “I liked watching you, don’t worry about it. Besides, you’re really cute when you’re all into it.”

That certainly made him blush. To distract himself, he offered the controller to them, “There’s still Knuckles’ route if you wanna play.”

“As nice as that sounds, I think I’m kinda, uh, gamed out,” they said right before pulling their laptop from the backpack. “I wanna show you my art now, if you don’t mind.”

Honestly, he’d never thought about how digital artists did their thing. So when Snail showed him all the pieces they’ve done for different clients- or even just for fun- he was kind of blown away. There were all sorts of things, and they were all pleasing to the eye. Really, it was almost hard to believe that Snail could do all this.

“So people just pay you to draw for them?” he asked while they scrolled through their folder. “How does that work?”

“Well, they tell me what they want me to do and I give them a price. It’s not, like, and hourly wage kinda thing,” they answered, a small frown on their face. “It kinda sucks, but you know. Not nearly as much as it did when I first started off.”

He only nodded, not knowing what to say.

After a moment, they huffed. “Want me to draw you something real quick?”

It took him a second to register what they had asked. “Uh, are you sure? You usually get paid for that.”

They snorted and opened up some program on their laptop. “Well, you just spent two hours talking nerd at me, which you usually get paid for. Besides, I just need to warm up a bit. Won't be some big thing.”

His eyes glanced over to that TV, where the credits were just ending. “Alright, well, mind drawing Sonic?”

The look they gave him was almost taunting. “You really are a nerd.”

“Shut up.”

Seeing them draw was definitely a new experience. The tablet was certainly something strange to behold. His brain couldn't quite handle the disconnect between their swooping hand motions and the curves appearing on the screen. Almost as if it was some kind of black magic. Or maybe he was just old.

As if.

It surprised him when part of the way through, they pulled a picture of Sonic up. “What’s that for?”

“Reference,” they answered, eyebrows furrowed together with focus. “Can't pull him outta my ass. Besides, I need to get the right colors.”

“Right, right.”

Like he knew. Hell, the last time he seriously drew anything was when he was eight years old doing Inky for all of his school art projects. Since then it’d just been doodles in the margins of notes, tests, and then scripts.

While they worked, he asked the occasional question. Why are they redrawing over their old lines? How do they get the right colors? Thankfully, they didn't find it annoying and readily answered him just as he did for them earlier.

Eventually, he found himself leaned against them, eyes half-drooped while they colored. For once, he didn't feel all that on edge. Like he could just breath and be without anything coming in and ruining that.

“And… Done!”

He blinked several times. Sure enough, there was a smirking Sonic giving him a thumbs up right before his eyes.

“Cute,” he mumbled, sitting up and stretching to wake himself a bit. “I like it.”

“Good, good,” they said as they set the laptop on the coffee table, their voice having a bit of a sly edge to it. Hooking their arm around his waist, they continued, “You know, I think I've changed my mind. I do need a little payment for that drawing.”

Since he wasn’t a dumbass, he quickly caught onto their little game. But he’d play coy anyway, just for the hell of it.

“Oh yeah?” he asked, glancing over at them with a neutral look. “Name your price.”

They leaned in close, cheeks just a tad pink, and said, “A kiss.”

Wow. To think, this was the same person that would easily pin him down and tell him how hard they were gonna fuck his brains out. Getting flustered over demanding a simple kiss. It was so contradictory, yet so them.

Letting out a deep sigh, as if this was the most demanding task they could ever ask of him, he said, “Well, I guess I could do that for you. Since you did a pretty okay job.”

For a second, they looked offended, but he shut them up before they could get a word out by planting a sweet kiss right on their lips. With a low hum they reciprocated it, pulling him close so the two of them were flush against each other. The warmth and closeness had him wishing that little moment could last forever. Sadly, like every other good thing, it had to come to an end.

“Guess that’ll cover it,” Snail teased, eyes alit with joy. “Next time, though, don’t be a dick before you pay me.”

“Duly noted.”

A long moment passed where they just sat there, almost entwined with each other. Daniel could feel the slow rhythm of their breathing. Despite the sun still being high in the sky, he felt cozy enough to fall asleep right then and there. But an urge to say something hit him. So he did.

“Thanks for coming over,” he half-whispered. His heart pounded the word vulnerable into his chest. And he sure as hell was. “I like just hanging out like this. It’s nice.”

“Please, I come over all the time, you don’t need to thank me,” they said, sounding half-asleep. “Just keep getting me snacks and it’s all good.”

Prick. Still, that wasn’t too big of a demand. If they could keep having moments like this, then he wouldn’t complain.

Three little words filled his mouth with sweetness. Instead of letting them fly free, he swallowed them down. Was it too soon? He didn’t know. But that wasn’t a risk he was willing to take.

#smash buddies #pt9 #snailbitch #fic

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imaginendrv3 · 7 years

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This is for the anon who asked for the NDRV3 boys helping their S/O get over the loss of their friends in the first chapter. Thank you very much for such a sweet request, anon! <3 This was fun to write!

~ Mod Korekiyo

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Ryoma: - Ryoma’s seen loss before. - It’s always awful - not just for the victim, but for the ones closest to them. - He’s seen the light die from the eyes of loved ones, seen them lose strength, and it scares him that he’s seeing that in you. - After the trial, you retreated to your room and hadn’t come out. - It had been days. - He had been bringing your food to you, pushing it silently onto the bed, but the two of you had hardly spoken. - You couldn’t talk; for hours on end, you stayed silent, as though in contemplation of what you had seen. As though constantly thinking about the situation all of you were suddenly in. - You had cried at the beginning, but as time passed even that stopped. In silent vigil, you stayed. - He couldn’t take it. He didn’t want you to be alone in your suffering, but he knew you couldn’t just “get over” seeing two of your best friends die. - Oftentimes, Ryoma would jump grimly onto your bed next to you. His small hand would intertwine with yours, and the two of you would sit in tacit acceptance. - He’d lean on your side, as though to tell you it was all going to be okay. You were going to be okay. - But God, why did it have to be you who was put into this killing game, instead of just him? Why did it have to be you, the one he loved most, who had to suffer this way?

Korekiyo: - It was the third cup of tea Korekiyo had brought you that day. - “...[S/O], do you want me to tell you a story?” - His choice of words were very intentional, you could see. He didn’t want to make you think about the trial again. Neither of you did. - Your hands felt ice cold around the cup he gave you. The tea’s floral aroma should’ve been calming, but it nauseated you instead. - The liquid in the cup shivered as you put it down, and you closed your eyes tightly. - You nodded - yes, you needed to be told a story. Something to take you far away from the killing game, something to take you far away from the blood of the victim and screams of the execution. - Korekiyo gave you something of a weak smile behind his mask, and you saw that he looked just as tired as you did. Was he really as composed about this whole thing as he tried to seem? - He pushed the tea aside, and held your hand in his own. If you concentrated hard enough, you could pretend the sensation of his bandaged hand was the only thing that mattered. - “Alright, let’s begin. In a faraway place, where the sun always shines….”

Kaito: - Kaito’s just as broken up about it as you are. What the hell happened to the way life used to be? - Still, he has to be strong. Both of you are in mourning, but he can’t let both of you feel lost for too long. He’s trying so hard to smile for your sake. - Between his anger at this twisted game, and the primal fear of death so close at hand, he has to keep you safe. - The astronaut tries to keep your mind off it. With every free time, you can be seen together. - When you think about the first trial, he holds your hands tightly. He looks you in the eyes, and promises you that it wasn’t all for nothing. There isn’t going to be another murder. Nobody else has to die. And someday, the two of you will be back home, cuddling on the couch and watching junky old sci-fi movies - just like the way things were. - [Ding, dong! A body has been discovered! Following a brief period of investigation, we will commence our school trial!] - No matter what he says, he can’t keep the feeling of doubt completely out of his heart.

Kiibo: - He may be a machine, but he feels just as strongly as anyone else. He knows he does, because of how much it hurts him when he sees you mourning. - Both of you spend your evenings together. Since the loss of two treasured friends, you had tried your best to keep it together. But sometimes, you just couldn’t. - Without your permission, your feelings would suddenly all come through at once. - Grasping tightly at his steely hand, you struggled to hold back tears. You knew you didn’t have time for this - no one did, in this situation. But how was it possible? How was it possible that the peaceful life you two had was so suddenly turned into a gaudy mockery? How was it possible that you had seen someone die right in front of you? - Kiibo looked shocked at first. He didn’t know you as someone who came apart easily, but he understood. - He knew enough about people, and about himself, to know he wanted to help in any way he could. - His hands were metallic and cold, but the feeling of him hugging you was the most calming thing in a long time. - You asked him to let you hear their voices, just one more time. To prove that they existed, that once their bodies were warm and their eyes shone bright. - Kiibo hesitated for a second. Still, he pressed a button on his arm, and a recording of them played. It was from before the murder. They sounded just like two normal kids, filled with hopes and dreams for the future. - At this, you could only cry harder - but you thanked Kiibo. He seemed confused, but knew that as much as it hurt, hearing them again gave you strength. Both of you had to escape. If not for yourselves, then for them.

Gonta: - Your heart ached for them. - Not just for the victim, but for the murderer, too. You knew they would’ve never killed anyone, under normal circumstances. And that broke you up most of all - none of this should’ve ever happened. - You had been very quiet since the trial. - Gonta was by your side afterwards, worried by how differently you were acting. - He held your hand carefully, as though afraid you’d break. Speaking more softly than usual, he tried to distract you from your thoughts. - “Gonta wants to introduce you to a friend.” - In his hand crawled a milky white ladybug. It adjusted its wings slowly, showing off glistening black spots. It almost looked like it was splattered with ink. - You asked if the bug had a name. - As it turned out, the ladybug was Milton, and Gonta said she loved you very much. - You smiled a little, seeing that your boyfriend was trying his best to cheer you up. - It would take a long time for the grief to go away. There was no doubt about that, but even so, having Gonta around made it hurt just a little bit less.

Ouma: - Truth be told, Ouma wasn’t bothered for too long over the trial. - He led thousands - crying over two people was as useful as building a bridge for a flock of birds. - The only reason he was still upset was because you were. - Maybe he didn’t show it too much, but he hated to see how sad you were. In response, he tried to be more affectionate than ever. - Teasing, joking, and pranking the others even more than usual, Ouma was looking for you to crack a smile. - You realized this after a while. To humor him, you tried to laugh at his antics. - Ouma caught on. He didn’t just want you to pretend at feeling better. - Eventually, he caught up to you when you were alone. - “[S/O], why do you still look so sad? Nothing I’ve been trying has been working at all! Nishishi, anyone would think you’re bored of me!” - You shook your head. Of course you weren’t bored - the simple fact was, two of your friends had died less than a week ago. - “Hmmmm~ I understand. But even though it’s hard, I want you to smile for real. You know, I’m happy when you’re happy. ” - He grinned at you, then kissed you on the cheek. - You expected something at the end: he’d play it off as a lie, then leave you more confused than ever. He’d set the stage for the joke, and was waiting to deliver the punchline. - But that didn’t happen. - Just like that, Ouma had left the room. He had said something genuinely sweet, and didn’t twist it on its head. - And in a way, that was even more surprising.

Amami: - Since the trial, Amami had told you so many times that he loved you. - You knew that, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. - Amami grasped your arm. - “[S/O], I understand how you feel. Can you look me in the eyes really quick?” - Your eyes met his own. - “What happened was terrible, but we have to keep living on. They wouldn’t want you to be sad forever.” He crossed his arms sadly, looking to the side. - “For their sake, we’re going to prevent any more murders. We have to.” - He was calm, but dead serious. - You nodded. - Now wasn’t the time to be weak. - Both of you explored your confinement again - there had to be a hint somewhere, and the two of you had to find it.

Saihara: - You and Saihara had worked on murder cases before, but it was never something someone could get used to. - On TV shows, people seemed to stop caring. It was just another body, another case to solve neatly within forty minutes. - Real life wasn’t like that. Every corpse was a person, who laughed and talked and had dreams of their own. - And seeing one of your own best friends be executed only made you realize that all over again. - “[S/O]? Do you… need a break?” Saihara had stopped walking. You had hardly been able to eat your breakfast after the trial, and he had walked you to your room. - You shook your head. - Saihara knew you didn’t mean that - you definitely needed a break, but he didn’t say anything. - Instead, he tightened his grip on your hand, and kissed you softly. - “I’ll stay with you here for as long as you need.” - And the two of you sat together in silence.

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