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adoringhaikyuu · 3 years

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you have a nightmare that they cheated on you

characters: akaashi + iwaizumi + oikawa + (gn!reader)

request: hi! can I request a headcanon where akaashi, iwaizumi, and oikawa wake up to you having a nightmare that they cheated on you? something fluffy please 🙏🏼🥺 • by @vitamingummies

warnings: mentions of cheating ig but it doesn’t actually happen obvi– + a lil bit of angst

notes: hope u enjoy <3 i tried to make them all a bit different! (i don’t think i’ll do anymore of these tho cause i feel like i’ve run out of possibilities for it to go)

akaashi:

akaashi stirred awake slightly when he felt you moving around on your side of the bed

he was half asleep, drifting in and out

and he felt the bed dip as you got up, which he assumed meant that you were going to the bathroom

but once he realized it’d been a while since you left, he checked the time, 3am

he got up to go look for you, wiping his eyes sleepily

he went to the bathroom and frowned when the lights were off and you were nowhere to be found

he slugged off to the kitchen, then the living room and was shocked to see you sitting there in the dark, wrapped up in a blanket

“baby?” his voice was deep and groggy as he padded over to you, yawning before continuing. “what are you doing out here?”

you noticed him, but didn’t look up, trying to hide your face from him, which, even in his drowsy state, he knew was a bad sign.

he bent down in front of you and felt the fatigue jump out of his body when he realized you had tears falling down your cheeks. “what’s wrong? what happened?” he brought his hands to your cheeks and tried to wipe the tears, but more kept falling seemingly at a faster rate once he touched you.

he tried to catch your eye, but you wouldn’t let him. “come on baby, please talk to me? i’m not going anywhere until i figure out what’s wrong.”

he sat down next to you and pulled you into his lap, making sure the blanket was secure before holding you tight and running his hand up and down your side soothingly.

when your cries had reduced to sniffles and you calmed down a bit, you spoke up, playing with the collar of akaashi’s shirt to distract yourself. “i just...it’s stupid––”

he interrupted immediately, “of course it’s not stupid, if it made you this upset then we should talk about it. i wanna make sure you’re alright, okay?”

you nodded and swallowed, psyching yourself up to reveal everything to him. “well i––i had a dream, no, a nightmare really,” you laughed humorlessly. “where you um...you left me? well that was after you cheated on me but...” you felt him take a deep breath, “it just felt so real, you know? it hurt like a lot and then i woke up because it was so painful and i guess...the emotions carried through even after i left the dream.” you sighed, “i’m sorry i didn’t mean to worry you, i just...i don’t know, i needed to clear my head, i guess.”

a few seconds passed before you felt a gentle hand under your chin, raising your head. you finally looked into akaashi’s eyes and he spoke up. “baby, i’m sorry that you experienced that, even if it was just a dream. just hearing about it hurts me too.” he swiped his thumb over your cheek and you nuzzled into his touch. “but know that i would never ever do that to you, i could never hurt you like that and i won’t, okay?” he waited for you to nod in agreement before nodding as well and pulling you into a hug. “i’m here to love and protect you, remember that.” he kissed your cheek but didn’t let you out of the hug.

“are you better now?” again, he waited for you to nod. “let’s go back to bed, yeah?” he hugged you tight. “i’m not letting you go tonight.”

iwaizumi:

iwaizumi grunted, confused when he felt you moving around more than usual behind him,

no longer wrapped around him with one leg over his waist like how you had fallen asleep

when he heard you mumble a few things under your breath, he thought maybe you were just dreaming

but when he heard a whimper of his name, followed by “please no––”

he turned around immediately, and turned on his bedside lamp, concerned and alert

he noticed that your face looked like it was in pain, like you were hurt

he put a hand on your cheek and stroked it gently with his thumb

“wake up sweetheart.”

you shook your head from side to side, seemingly wrestling with what you were seeing in your nightmare

he kissed your forehead, “come on, come back to me. open your eyes for me baby.”

he shook your side a few times and you finally opened your eyes, but he frowned when he noticed the pain still hadn’t left your face

his eyes widened when you suddenly threw yourself into his arms, burying your face in the crook of his neck, sniffling as you blinked the tears away. he wrapped his arms around you immediately, “hey it’s okay, i’m here. you’re safe.”

he rubbed his hands up and down your back soothingly and whispered reassuring things in your ear, kissing your temple every now and then.

after a few minutes of holding you, he spoke up. “do you wanna tell me what happened in your nightmare? i’m right here, nothing bad’s gonna happen i promise.”

your hand came up to hold the side of his jaw and neck and you sat up slightly, but he made sure to keep you secure and not let you run off, not that you were going to. “um...well i was coming over to your house cause we had a date night planned...” you trailed off slightly and felt his hand rub your thigh reassuringly. you sighed, “the door was unlocked so i came in, and i noticed another girl’s shoes in by the door?” you felt him stiffen under you but you went on. “so i went to find you, to ask you about it...but when i got to your room, you were...on top of her, and you can...fill in the blanks i’m guessing...”

he opened his mouth to say something but you spoke before he could. “and you don’t have to apologize or anything, i know it wasn’t you and you wouldn’t do that...it just felt real and that really hurt me. but i’m sure i’ll get over it soon.” you tried to smile but it felt like a grimace more than anything and iwaizumi sighed. you mistook it for annoyance and your eyes widen, “oh i’m sorry, you’re probably tired, i’ll just––”

you tried to get off his lap but he stopped you, confused. “no, darling i don’t care what time it is, this is important. i only sighed because i don’t like how you’re pretending to be okay when you’re not.” he put a hand under your chin, “it’s okay if you’re not okay. but i’m here for you, to help you feel better, yeah?” he kissed your nose lightly. “you have nothing to apologize for, and i know you said i don’t either, but i’m sorry that i hurt you, even if it was in a dream.”

you smiled for real this time and kissed his cheek, making him blush lightly. “you’re too sweet to me, you know that?”

his brows furrowed, “not possible.” he gave you a quick peck on the lips and lied you back down on the bed with a small smile before turning off the light. he slid back in with you and put his arm around your waist to pull you close. “you ready to sleep?”

you nodded, “do you mind cuddling me until i fall asleep?”

“of course not, but you’re funny if you think i’m letting you go at all, even in my sleep.”

oikawa:

oikawa was sleeping peacefully, rolling over to wrap his arm around you and pull you close and his brows furrowed when you swung his arm back to his side, but he stayed asleep

he kept sleeping even after you repeated this three more times

but when you did it one more time, this time with more force, he whined and blinked his eyes open slowly

“y/n-chaaan, let me hold you~”

you simply huffed and kept staring in front of you, into the darkness of your room, your arms and legs crossed as you sat up against the headboard

you don’t even know how long you’d been awake, it was 4am, but you couldn’t be bothered to care

as soon as you saw oikawa with his tongue down another girl’s throat, while she sat in his lap, you were so mad you couldn’t think

...this was in a dream of course, and you know that––

but it still pissed you off

“wha––” oikawa leaned up on one arm to get a better look at you and make sure he wasn’t imagining things. “what are you doing up?” he turned his head to look at the clock on the nightstand, “wh––four a.m??” he turned back to you dramatically, and while normally you would’ve found it amusing, today was a different day.

you felt oikawa drag himself to a sitting position as he stared at you frantically and utterly confused. “what is going on here??” when you didn’t respond, his shoulders drooped down and he placed a hand on your thigh which you quickly slapped off. he squawked, “baby??–”

“you don’t get to call me that.”

his head bobbed back, offended. “what do you mean?! what happened in the hours that i was asleep?”

again, you stayed silent and of course, he kept talking. “y/n-chan you can’t just not tell me what’s wrong, this is outrageous!”

you sat there, brewing in your annoyance for a few moments before cutting off his rant, voice completely monotone. “you cheated on me.”

there was a brief silence, a moment of processing before he exploded. “i’m sorry, what?! i most certainly did not! what are you talking about ?! i am loyal!”

you shrugged, only fueling the fire and his eyes widened. “what do you mean?” he imitated your shrug mockingly, “where did you get this insane theory from?!”

he was talking far too loud for 4am, and you did not want a visit from the neighbors. “tooru––”

“tooru?! who is that?! i’m baby! love! your loyal boyfriend! soon to be husband when we’re ready!––”

you finally turned to him, “you’re being too loud! it’s four am––”

he glared but lowered his voice, maybe a fraction. “y/n-chan you are not gliding over your preposterous accusation like this––why on earth do you think i cheated?!”

you blinked, unfazed. “i saw it.”

“that’s impossible because it never happened!”

“yes it did! i saw your tongue go down her fucking throat and your hands were all over her and she was in your lap, tooru. that’s why i woke up because i saw it and i got mad. how dare you do that––”

“i’m telling you that never happened! i don’t know who you saw but it wasn’t––wait.” he blinked a few times and you could practically see the gears turning in his head. his eyes narrowed and he tilted his head. “did you say you saw it and you woke up? are you talking about a dream??”

you clenched your jaw, “more like nightmare but that’s irrelevant, the point is you cheated–”

“y/n-chaaan––” he threw himself on you and wrapped his arms around you, ignoring your protests. he placed his head on your lap and looked up at you, with a pout. “you scared me! i thought you were really mad at––”

“i am mad at you.”

“what?! but it wasn’t even real!”

“dream tooru and real tooru are basically the same.”

“when are you going to stop calling me that?” he frowned, giving you puppy dog eyes and you groaned, slapping a hand over his face (gently), but he still yelped anyways.

“don’t look at me like that.”

he took your hand off and kissed your palm softly. “why, is it working?”

you sighed and looked away. “...i know it wasn’t real but it still hurt seeing you like that, you know? that’s why i was so annoyed––it wasn’t even real but it still affected me so much.”

he sat up against the headboard and pulled you into his lap, pleased to see you weren’t complaining. you placed your hands on his shoulders and kept your eyes down, focused on his chest. he squeezed your waist and ducked his head down to peck your lips, smiling victoriously when it made you smile.

“i would never be as dumb as dream me and throw our precious relationship away, i love you way too much and value having you in my life far too much to do something like that.” he kissed your cheek, “you’re it for me, got it?”

you nodded, looking up into his eyes to see how serious he was. you could see the love he had for you. “okay...i love you baby.”

he smiled, “i love you too. so much.” he kissed you on the lips gently. “now can we please cuddle? we both need our beauty sleep.”

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boognish-worshipper · 3 years

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Midnight City AU

this is an au where the main characters are all young adults!! (or millennials ig? they’re in their 20s basically) i gave a rundown of what’s what on a diff post,, i’m also splitting it up into diff chapters,, so this is gonna take a looooong time to finish. i’m posting this before i nitpick my writing to the max

it’s basically a lot of references to that point in time, artists, pop culture etc. all the chapters are named after songs from that era (including the name of this au bc i love midnight city and what better way to describe LS ‼️), and the lyrics r usually connected to what the chapter’s about, or about a character dynamic :D i hope this isn’t too cheesy, or sounds off ig. any typos in this were probably over looked bc i constantly reread my writing and rearrange stuff and make sure it sounds good 🥳 hope y’all enjoy !!! i’m also including a tag to find the chapters under :)

//Chapter 1: Crimewave

Trevor would never, ever admit it, but he had fallen into the category known as “post-hipster”. This was a strange era that began culminating, taking LS by storm. Whether he liked it or not, he could never avoid it. Even if he swore up and down he wasn’t like them, it was practically a paradox. Saying he wasn’t like them just made him a branched off version of the thing he denounced. Each aesthetic that was churned out as the 2010s rolled in were tied to a style, a sound, and Trevor couldn’t care less. It’s not like people liked what he liked. He didn’t belong to anything in particular, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t like them. If anything, he just became another obscure genre in the mix.

One of his favorite music groups was a Canadian duo called Crystal Castles. He enjoyed a good number of their songs, developing an interest for electropunk and pop punk. There was something unique about the sound, and it made Trevor feel special, like he discovered some sort of hidden treasure. He was into pop punk groups like Paramore too, but it was something about them that was just different. People knew Paramore. He often lingered around Sterling Lake, where other post-irony hipsters and classic hipsters resided, careful not to fully associate with them. After all, he apparently despised them, even though he participated in their strange… “culture”. If you could even call it that. From time to time he would find himself discussing his favorite artists with whatever semi-normal person was there, making a couple friends himself who weren’t the snooty kind he’d grown used to.

They all loved talking about how exceptional their taste in music was, a wide variety of people hanging around with their own cliques. Some liked Fall Out Boy, while others liked Blink-182, and then there were the weirdos who liked groups like Radiohead. Most of those guys were whiny, proclaiming how misunderstood they were. He knew maybe one Radiohead song at most (he definitely, definitely never cried to “Creep” and even if he did, so what) but never found himself willingly getting into their music. Then you had the nosedivr crowd, which consisted of mostly girls, and the occasional hipster guy that defected. Their taste was.. alright. Consisted of artists like Lana Del Ray and Marina and the Diamonds, who were their idols. He found almost everyone there besides the few friends he made kind of edgy, and not in the cool way. But he figured all hipsters and guys like them were kind of uncool. Don’t even get him started on those other indie rock types. God. He still came back as often as he could though, establishing some kind of routine. Most people there avoided him anyway, which he preferred. He had enough troubles with them in the past. There was one day he grew tired of the people gawking at him, and he launched a hipster right into the lake. So yeah, nobody within their right mind so much as looked in his direction. That was just how he rolled.

Today, he sat on a nearby bench in Sterling Lake’s park, watching some ducks float on water. His usual friends had been there too, seeing his clowncore buddy Wade with his cousin Floyd. Wade was extremely different than the pretentious fucks around them. He had a shit ton of piercings, and ICP was his favorite music group. Floyd on the other hand, fit right in. Almost too much, like it was something he was forced to do. But he did genuinely enjoy Weezer, of all things you could enjoy. Wade started waving at Trevor, while Floyd hid behind him. All he did was awkwardly wave back, turning his attention back to the lake. He liked Wade, but the clown stuff he wore sometimes spooked him. He didn’t pay much mind to his relative. Looking back across the water, he saw someone new, observing the area. Some dude a little above the average height, hands in his pockets walking around. He seemed a bit lost, and Trevor figured he should help if he was. After all, what was this guy doing here? New people didn’t show up often.

“Hey bud, you lost or something?”

“Oh uh, nah not really. I’m just looking for this girl I met a while ago, said she hangs out around here?”

“What she look like? I’m here pretty often.”

“Uhh kinda short, dark brownish hair? Wears fishnet stockings, high waisted shorts or whatever those grunge people are into.”

“Let me guess, she into the Neighborhood?”

“How’d you know?”

“Yeah, that’s Amanda, she’s a bit of a regular. Not too fond of me I must say.”

“How come?”

“She’s just petty towards me.” He said with a shrug. He didn’t feel like relaying his encounters with her if the guy was dating her or something.

“Oh… well d’ya think you could help me find her? I don’t really know anybody else here. I could actually use the help, since you know her.”

“Eh sure, why not.”

It’s not like he had anything better to do. The two began to walk around the park, gravel and dirt crunching beneath their feet.

“So.. what’s this place about?” The strange guy asked.

“Hm? Oh, it’s just one of those places the hipster folks meet up I guess. Don’t understand it much myself, nor do I really like them.”

“Then why do you come here?”

“Dunno. It’s relatively peaceful, those freaks keep to themselves.”

The man, who was only a smidge shorter than Trevor, glared up at him.

“Hey man, don’t call my girl a freak.”

“Ehh I don’t really count her in with the generic skinny jean wearing hipsters. More of a.. what is it called.. nosedivr type. Whatever that stupid website’s called. Why do you think she dresses like that?”

“Huh.. Never really thought to ask her.”

As he thought about the stuff Amanda wore, he took note of how the man next to him was dressed. He sported an olive jacket with a black turtle neck, and a plain pair of jeans. He wore beat up black converse to top it off, and a pair of Rimmers sunglasses sat upon his head. He looked simple, yet distinguished with the way he presented himself, hair neatly combed back. He figured the two would look nice standing next to one another. They would’ve made an attractive couple, if they weren’t dating already, the kind that turns heads. Trevor wasn’t like them. He wore a black beanie over his mullet, and his favorite pair of red Dix sunglasses rested on the bridge of his nose. The rest of his fit looked disheveled. He had thrown on a wrinkled top, solid black with little surf boards and cars along the bottom- he was a sucker for Hawaiian shirts. His pants were tan colored but had some bleach stains, with old combat boots on his feet.

“Yeah, we may not like each other but I don’t really consider her a freak like those guys.”

He jutted a thumb in the direction of a circle of guys huddled around a phone. The man holding the phone had strawberry blonde hair and a clean outfit on. An expensive looking outfit.

“Who are they?”

“The people here I absolutely cannot fucking stand. The genuine hipsters.”

“Oh.. and you’re..?”

“I’m my own kind. I’m not like these losers, all uppity and shit.”

“Right. Gotcha.”

They walked around a bit more before finding the group Amanda was with. She sat on a bench, chatting with a few girls who dressed similarly to her. All of them had black incorporated into their style. She herself had a black jumper on, tucked neatly into the front of her jean shorts. Just like the guy described, she had fishnets on under them, skater shoes to match. Loose braids fell on her shoulders, and a small black choker was wrapped around her neck.

“Oh, there he is now! Babe! Over here!”

She narrowed her eyes upon seeing Trevor standing next to him.

“Hello, Trevor.” She huffed.

“Relax, I was helping your boyfriend or whatever look for you.”

Her face softened slightly, but still kept a small glare in his direction. She pressed her lips together tight before replying.

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Yup.”

The man turned to face Trevor, sticking out a hand.

“Hey, thanks for showing me around. Trevor, is it?”

“Don’t wear it out.”

He shook his hand, noticing how soft it was. It was in stark contrast to his own, which was rough and calloused.

“Name’s Michael. I’ll see you around most likely? Thanks again.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

Amanda huffed again, nudging Michael’s shoulder.

“Let’s go hun, Bean Machine closes soon!”

“I’m comin’ I’m comin’!”

The two sauntered off, hand in hand. Trevor stood dumbly, watching them walk away. He was right. They did look good together. He wondered if he would actually see this Michael again, kicking a rock. He went back to the bench he originally sat at, putting his earbuds in, listening to some Crystal Castles again to pass the time. The beat thumped in his ears, and all he could think was how much better this shit was compared to that club music shit that played on every radio station in a 5 foot radius. He sat there, scrolling through his own secret nosedivr account, reblogging some photo of a lit cigarette. Right before a hand touched his shoulder causing him to jump.

“What the fuck- Oh. Ron.”

Ron was another friend of Trevor’s, a guy he had met outside one of the iFruit stores talking about how “they’re tapping the phones they sell in there!” and all that conspiracy nonsense. He was a paranoid guy, but Trevor kind of liked that about him. Those were the kind of freaks he liked. He was shorter than Trevor, sort of frail in stature. He wore a bright red windbreaker over a faded tourist tee that read “I went to Liberty City and all I got was this lousy t-shirt!”, along with khaki colored cargo shorts. It didn’t help that he wore some goofy looking bucket hat, and socks with sandals. He dressed like someone’s middle aged father.

“Trevor! Have you seen Wade around anywhere?”

“Last I checked, he was with Floyd.”

“Did he say where he was going?”

“Uh no, but my best bet is they went to that vinyl shop Floyd’s girlfriend works at.”

“Will ya come with me to find him?”

“Now why the fuck would I do that? What do you need him for?”

“Well I- I uh- um..”

“I uh! I uh! Spit it out Ron!”

“It’s about the Merryweather Night Club.”

Merryweather was a big organization that had a wide range of private clubs all over the country, and complimentary body guards to suit. They were all expensive as fuck, and anywhere they settled jacked up the prices of everything else. A lot of neighborhoods became gentrified as a result, and people actually considered it a good thing. What a fucking joke. Trevor of course couldn’t stand it. He hated bullies, and Merryweather was no exception. He’d been wanting to dismantle the club since they settled in LS, seeing as they only amplified the fake feel of the city. Let’s just say he’s gotten into more than a few scuffles with the club. And let’s just say it ended with someone getting stabbed as a result. The guy had it coming to him anyway. Between bouncers and the clubbers, they didn’t like Trevor or his kind loitering around the joint. It didn’t stop him from plotting some sort of revenge though. Ron per usual was on board, his reason being Merryweather’s violent history that had been swept under the rug. They were rather forceful relocating people who had lived in certain neighborhoods for years, Ron being one of their victims. Wade only decided to tag along because he wanted to be included.

“Ah fuck, what’d those bastards do now?”

“They’re throwing some big party!”

“…What fucking for?”

“All I know some guy’s coming to visit, somebody they labeled important and he’s-“

“Woah woah woah wait, Ron. Who?”

“Steve Haines.” He breathed out, careful not to be overheard.

Trevor’s eyes widened, his gaze shooting over to the posse he had poked fun of before. Steve was talking to the group, all of them doing that fake laugh they always did. God, even their humor was pretentious.

“Those fucking hipsters!” He hissed.

“I abhor them, you know that-“

“I know. I know. But, that Weston guy’s gonna be there with him-“

“Weston? Devin Weston?”

If Trevor hated hipsters, then he utterly loathed rich daddy’s money boys like Devin Weston. He had only gotten that stupid fucking night club because his father paid Don Percival enough money to let Devin do whatever he pleased with the Merryweather body guards. It was an elitist club, and they only allowed the best of the best in there.

“What the fuck’s going on there?”

“Something to do with those guys he hangs out with. I think they’re doing something major, expansion maybe-”

“And him and Devin are working together or..?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t hear much after that, that’s why I wanted to grab you and Wade and-”

“Then let’s fucking go get him, Ron!”

The two rushed out of there, heading for the vinyl store to look for Wade. Trevor knew a shit storm was coming, and he absolutely couldn’t wait.

//the next chapter’s gonna be longer i promise lolz

#gta v #grand theft auto v #michael de santa #trevor philips #young trikey #franklin clinton #lamar davis #lester crest #amanda de santa #steve haines #midnight city au

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jackest-jack · 3 years

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I would very much like to hear about your spooky scary Sirens, pretty please 🥺

AJKSJAKISJAJAJF Ok so I almost had a heart attack when I saw you were following me because YOU’RE SO COOL so thank you

I already wrote about my spooky scary sirens over here, and they have pictures and I would be willing to write a short thing with them later but for right now I’m gonna pick a different thing and blab about it.

The most fleshed out and cohesive thing I have is the vampire band nerd slasheresque story with a police chase followup as well as a separate zombie apocalypse thing, so ig I’ll go with that. More under cut and warning for like a lot of gore and death and angst. I’m also only doing the first part of that because this is taking a long ass time

I came up with this in junior high, and I was in band, and I noticed that each instrument section had different personalities sort of, so I made characters around that and put them in a horror plot where they all die horribly, because what else are you gonna do? This is gonna be a plot rundown and it might get real long. (It is no longer a rundown. Its just unedited word vomit.)

anyways a bunch of friends, who I’m just gonna call by their instrument names, go camping in the woods for a couple weeks. They all take one car and set up in the middle of fuckin nowhere.

Clarinets a vampire pretending to be a high schooler for kicks, because she was 15 when she turned 5 years ago and got dragged away to the magic underworld (basically a series of safehouses and towns for the supernatural) and she wants a letterman goddamnit.

She gets adopted into a friendgroup despite her best efforts, and gets dragged along on the camping trip in the small car and close quarters with a buddy system and she hasn’t eaten anything substantial in like two months and its proving to be a problem when she starts thinking of her friends as snacks instead of people.

one night, percussionist gets up to go on a 3 am lake walk. But, the buddy system. So he takes Clarinet, who never seems to sleep anyways, with him.

They’re on the edge of a lake littered with huge old chunks of driftwood, looking out over the water, when Percussionist steps on something sharp. It went straight through his sandal and he pulls it out without much trouble, but “that nail looks kind of rusty and I’m Pretty Sure I’m bleeding a little bit, oh I hope I don’t need a shot-“

she falls on him like a cat on a wounded songbird. She has enough of her mind left to cover his mouth and stop the screams as he slowly loses blood.

He tries to fight back. He does. he jams the nail deep into her throat and twists away, but she catches his wrist and slams him backward, a sharp stick going through his stomach, sticking him bloody at the base of an old driftwood branch still attached to its old tree.

She stops draining just before he dies. And she waits, and waits, and waits. Finally, hours later, the corpse takes a deep gasp and its eyes fly open. It begins the excruciating process of pulling itself off the tree.

his wound is closed less than a minute later.

he comes to and sees her sobbing on the ground, bloody streaks under her eyes from where she tried to wipe away her tears with hands soaked from putting pressure on his stomach in a feeble attempt to save him.

“Vampires, huh?” He says, half joking, half looking for an explanation.

—-—

they’re sitting around a small campfire, and Clarinet tells him that he’s a vampire, he needs blood, he cant go back to camp or he will eat his friends. She leaves to find him something substantial before he loses it.

back at the original camp, its around sunrise. Flute notices a small trail of smoke not far off, realizes that Percussionist is missing, and gets French Horn to help him look for their idiot friend (and maybe put out a small fire.)

They make it about 3/4th of the way to the smoke when flute trips on a tree root and scrapes his knee. About a mile away, Percussionists head perks up.

He distantly realizes that he just left the campfire that he’s supposed to stay at, but he can‘t seem to care. The hunger doesn’t gnaw at him or hollow him out. Its not like looking for a fix either. Its an itch in his whole body, a near unavoidable function of his being. The hunt is as natural as a cough, a spasm of muscles to take away the awful itch.

He moves faster than he ever could before, and just to see if he can, he jumps up and begins running across the branches of trees. Its slower, but sneakier; his prey won’t see him coming.

Finally, he reaches them. He jumps on the smaller one, sending it crashing to the ground. It’s blood is what brought him here. He sinks his hollow teeth into its neck and begins feeding.

There is a scream and a crash as the taller one runs away. Thats ok. He only needs one.

———

French horn, for her part, is freaking the fuck out. The sun had just peaked over the horizon and orange light was streaming through the trees when everything went to shit.

The pale thing had fallen on Flute, and the noise he made… she was almost certain he was dead now.

She kept running. If she could make it back to camp, then maybe she could get help, or maybe leave before the rest of them died too.

She charges through a thicket, sharp thorns scraping and tearing every inch of her as she shoves her way through. She shuts her eyes as she goes, to avoid the thorns poking them out.

When she comes out the other side, she feels her gut sink.

She doesn’t recognize the trees or bushes around her. She doesn’t see a path.

She’s lost.

She wants to break down, to scream and cry the injustice to the heavens, to kick and punch and fight the thing that killed her friend, to sit down and rest and have a moment to breathe, to be home-

She picks a direction and runs.

———

Percussionist stops draining Flute just before he‘s dead, following the instinct that drove him to where he is.

He wants to be horrified. He does, really. But he was so hungry, and the itch is still there, waiting beneath his skin to pounce on him again. But for now, its gone, and he can think clearly. He can move without the instinct tainting his every twitch.

He turns to look at the person he drained and sees-

He sees his friend. And it hits him all at once.

He killed a person, a person he knew, a person he cared for, and he had been powerless to stop it. He didn’t even know- he didn’t realize- he would never have done it if he-

but he knew he would have. Even if he knew. He would’ve killed Flute, and he hates himself for that.

So he sits by the body of his dead friend, maybe in solace, maybe because some instinctive tick tells him to. He doesn’t want to know. He refuses to.

When Flute sat up and gasped, Percussionist could‘ve sworn he had a heart attack (even without a functioning heart.)

To Flutes credit, he made it through Percussionists halting and confused explanation before letting himself ask about the smell.

”what smell?” Percussionist asked, and lifted his nose to the air.

He got his answer. The smell of blood, salty and sweet and with a coppery tinge to it drifted through the air, leaving a hunger and odd comfort sitting in his gut. It reminded him of smelling baking cookies from the kitchen as a kid.

A leaf crunched, and he snapped out of his trance. Flute had stood up and broken into a run, faster than any human could’ve gone. After the person that had been with him.

After his friend.

Percussionist sprinted after him.

——

He had the chance to notice how fast he was really going, now that he could think through the hunger. He practically flew through the forest, leaping over a fallen log half his size that blocked his way. He ducked and dodged branches that threatened to slash his face, and if he were running for something else he may have threw his head back and laughed.

As it was, he was following the occasional red flash of a windbreaker that he could barely keep up with without being hit by a tree.

He could heal now right? Did he really even need to be worried about being hit by trees?

He let one slap his face just to test, and he felt the stinging pain all across his face as a deep cut opened across his nose and eyes. He faltered as his vision went red with blood. A second later, it was gone, and he could see again. ….And he‘d lost flute. Great.

He sniffed the air, remembering how he’d been able to smell the blood, and tried to look for his friend.

He could smell the whole forest. Sap and pine and rotting leaves, rotten flesh and mushrooms and a skunk miles and miles off, the sweet sting of honey and dew and campfire smoke, and over it all, the most lovely smell-

Well, looks like he couldn’t find him that way. He thought for a moment, and groaned. He could just follow French Horn and get to her first!

He began running again.

———

Clarinet had just made it back to the campsite, a live deer kicking around over her shoulder. She would’ve killed it, but she couldn’t quite figure out how without losing any of its blood, and since she drained and seriously injured Percussionist he would need a lot of blood-

and the campfire had a suspicious lack of vampires around it. Great. She could only hope that no one had cut themselves-

She stopped as the scent of blood hit her nose. She cursed and took off running, dropping the deer as she did.

——

French Horn thought she was going to die when she heard a bush rustle and snap behind her. She had stopped for a rest, thinking she was safe (if very lost). She was braced for her death when Percussionist crashed through the bushes.

”Oh, good, you’re still alive. We need to go like right now.”

Before she could protest, he grabbed her wrist and began pulling her away. With his very cold, very pale hand.

”Wait. Was it you?” She said, planting her feet.

”Yes.” his voice was solemn, and his eyes downcast. “But unless you want Flute to get you, we need to go”

She tore her wrist out of his grasp.

“Flutes dead. Flute’s dead and you killed him!”

And Flute hit her from the side. He sank his teeth deep into her neck, but only for a moment. Then he pulled back, looking horrified and ran away.

French Horn stands up dazedly. “That was…”

”Yeah.”

she lifts a hand to her bleeding neck where the bite is still gushing blood.

A rustle of trees comes from the side, and Clarinet skids to a stop in front of them. She takes in the situation and drops to her knees, tearing loose a piece of her shirt and holding it to the holes in French Horn’s neck.

”Wheres the third?”

French horn points to the copse of trees he disappeared into.

”I think we might actually be jinxed.” A pause, then “That was supposed to be a joke. Go after him. He’s heading towards the camp, and chances are he won’t be able to stop himself a second time.”

Percussionist nods, and then stops. “How do I get there?”

”just run straight! GO!”

and he does.

———

Clarinet gently explains to French Horn that vampires are real, and that she is one. When asked why she isn’t bloodthirsty, Clarinet answers that she has a lot of blood left in her still, and that she’s not all the way changed, and that the change will, in her words, “Stink. Its kind of the worst thing you’ll have to go through, and it’ll take way longer since you have blood, and you may not notice at first.“

French Horn pursed her lips. “Theres no way to stop it?”

Clarinet shook her head.

”Okay. Okay, shouln’t we help Percussionist?”

Clarinet swore. “You won’t be much help in the state you’re in, but I can drop you off by the camp. Pack our things and be ready to go.”

Clarinet scooped French Horn up and took off into the woods.

———

Percussionist got there just as Tuba was ripping Flute off of his neck.

Despite Flute being the smallest out of all of them, and Tuba being the strongest, he was struggling to keep the scrabbling, biting Flute away.

So, Percussionist did the only logical thing and full body tackled Flute, trying to hold him down. It worked, sort of. Long enough for Tuba to start running. Long enough for Sax and Trombone to see what the ruckus was.

Flute burst out of Percussionists grip, grabbed Trombone and ran.

Sax sprinted after them, and percussionist was left in the dust, standing dumbstruck as they all dashed off. He snapped out of it when Trumpet pressed an axe to his shoulder and told him to not move.

———

Flute knows this: he is very hungry. He also knows that blood tastes very good.

His last two meals escaped. He thinks he let the first go, but he can’t seem to remember why. The second was ripped away from him by someone like him, which was rather rude.

But this one won’t get away. He is far to hungry to let that happen.

He feeds as he runs, draining the squirming thing dry, pinning its flailing limbs against his chest. It stops wailing eventually.

He slows as he becomes able to think clearly again. He holds the body in his arms and revels in the fact he is no longer hungry. Then, he looks at the thing he drained.

And it’s his friend. He feels his stomach drop, and a hollow pit grow in his chest. His friend is dead, and it’s his fault. He tells himself there’s nothing to do but run, so he does.

Really, though, he just doesn’t want to see what she’ll become.

———

“What did you do to them.” Said Trumpet, each word slow and dangerous. She lifted the axe off his shoulder, and he felt relief before he realized she was lining up to take off his head.

He may be able to heal, but he did not want to see how far that ability stretched. Not like this, at least.

He swallowed his fear and asked, ”What makes you think I did something?“

She barked out a harsh laugh. “You go missing in the middle of the night with Clarinet, who still isn’t back. Flute and French Horn go to look for you and have mysteriously disappeared. Tuba came running from this direction, bleeding like a stuck pig. And here I find you, in the center of it all.”

Ah. He was fucked. Time to implement the worst plan ever, considering how fast Trumpet was.

”that’s- that sure is some pretty overwhelming evidence that I did something. I swear I didn’t, though but I know you won’t believe me so I’m just gonna RUN!”

He ducked under the axe she swung at his head, and took off running into the trees. He glanced behind him to see her struggling to keep up, and grinned. He was actually getting away with his head, and beating Trumpet in a footrace for once-

He turned back around just in time to see the tree that crumpled his skull.

———

He wished he could say he didn’t feel every excruciating twitch of his skull righting itself as he laid there. As it was, it was painful enough he was functionally passed out.

Which is why he was surprised to see trumpet dragging him by his feet deep into the woods.

Not half as surprised as trumpet, who dropped his feet and swore when he sat up and gasped.

”What the hell? You were dead! that killed you!” She yelled.

Percussionist was still reeling from how much growing his skull back sucked, and latched on to the first thing he noticed.

”Did you steal my shoes?”

”what are you?” She asked in a tone that was decidedly horrified.

He fiddled with a piece of grass somewhere to his left. “A vampire, as of yesterday. Really though, why do you have my shoes?”

“Not important. What do you mean as of yesterday?”

”Last night, really. Me and Clarinet-“

”Clarinet and I.” She said.

”Whatever. We went on a walk and turns out she’s always been a vampire, and then she did the vampire thing, and now I’m a vampire, and things have just been spiraling from there-”

”That explains a lot, actually. Who else is a vampire?”

Percussionist, feeling slightly more alive, realized they weren’t by the camp anymore.

”Where are we? Why do you have my shoes, and why are you so calm about this?”

”oh.” She said. “I may have made an action plan for something like this. You know, in case of murderers, or if supernatural stuff was real.”

”thats cool. Why steal my shoes?“

”I was framing you for murder.”

an awkward silence settled over them.

”We should get back to camp. Stop more people from getting vampired and all.”

”Yeah. Lets do that.“

———

Sax skidded to a stop in front of Trombones body. She was limp, and pale, and by all accounts dead. He whipped out his phone to call anyone, anyone at all, and pitched it into a tree when it read no service.

He sat, and he cried by his best friend, who always made the shittiest puns, who was the worst at sports, who thought anything with soulmates was stupid but still read all the stuff he suggested her. Who was dead.

He was still crying when she sat up and latched onto his neck, draining him dry.

———

French Horn and Clarinet ran across Tuba, who was holding gauze to his neck where he had been bit. French Horn was starting to feel slightly feverish, but otherwise okay.

”Guys! Are you okay? The weirdest thing just happened.” He said.

”We need to leave.” Said Clarinet. “Now.”

”No argument here. Have you guys seen Flute? He was with you last time I saw him.“

French Horn and Clarinet shared a look.

“I’ll go find him. You two pack. we leave before dusk.”

They watched as she disappeared into the leaves.

”Whats going on?” Asked tuba, a hint of worry in his voice.

French Horn took a deep breath in before saying “Vampires are real.”

Tuba burst out laughing.

“Oh. You’re serious.” He said as he hefted a tent into the back of the van.

”you don’t believe me.”

“How could I? I haven’t seen any proof that they exist.”

She threw a bag of trash in the van with more force than nessecary.

“What attacked you then?”

At this he paused. “I don’t know. But I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a vampire.”

———

Percussionist and Trumpet made it to where Trombone was crying over Sax, the late afternoon sun reflecting off of their now pale skin.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. He’ll be alright.”

Trombone looked up at him and snarled, all teeth and rage, and Percussionist jumped back.

”He’ll end up like me, won’t he.”

Percussionist nodded.

”I don’t know what world you’re living in, but this isn’t fucking alright!”

Trumpet walked over and knelt in front of Trombone. She held out her hand, and Trombone scrambled away.

”I don’t believe you would hurt me. Not right now. I know you didn’t do it on purpose.”

”so what?” She scoffed. “I still did it. Should I just go on existing as whatever I am now? Just kill people so I can live?”

”Actually,“ Percussionist said, “we can live off of different types of blood.”

Trumpet looked back and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Shut up you twatwaffle, can’t you see this is a delicate moment?”

”just figured it would be some good information to have.“ he said.

“Are you seriously telling me my angst fest was for nothing?” She asked.

Percussionist leaned against a tree. “Oh, don‘t worry.” He said. “Theres still plenty of angst about the immortality.”

“Sax did always say he wanted to be sixteen forever.”

Trumpet rolled her eyes. “Lets go home.”

Trombone reached out to take Trumpets hand, and Sax shot up and clamped his jaws around her throat. Trombone grabbed Trumpets wrist and pulled her away as Percussionist peeled Sax away.

”Let him.“ choked out Trumpet. “I‘ll be one of you either way.”

”Absolutely not!” Said Percussionist. “Trombone, go find literally anything else with blood.” Sax kicked and snarled in his grip. “Hurry! I’m not sure how much longer I can hold him.”

———

“Flute!” Yelled Clarinet. She had been looking for him for an hour now, and still couldn’t find him.

She was walking along an old trail that went out of use years ago when she almost tripped over him. He was curled up in the shade of a tree, hiding away in a hollow.

“What do you want.”

”I want to take you home.” She said.

he laughed. “Something like me doesn’t deserve a home. I killed people, and I knew there was another way, but I did it anyway. Just leave me here to rot.”

She remembered when she’d been like this. She had forgotten to eat, had slipped up. Its not a hard thing to do. When you’re a vampire, you brain tricks you into feeling fine by your old standards until you‘re so hungry you can’t stop it.

She believed it was all her fault, though. The only way someone had gotten through to her was something they had called twisting the knife. She had always called it shitty.

She sighed. “I wanted to say sorry.”

He poked his head out a little, peering up at her. “You didn’t do anything.”

”But I did.” She said. “I drained percussionist dry last night, and then I left him to find you. I watched while you attacked your friends, and now, I’m giving you a chance to fix the harm we caused. What will you do with it?”

”You made me like this?” He asked.

”Yes.”

he lunged at her face, fingers clawing for her eyes. She turned around and ran for the campsite, making sure he was behind her, and praying that he would forgive her for the stunt she just pulled.

———

The campsite was packed, and Percussionist and Trombone had made a game of who could catch the best songbird for Sax. Sax was less murderously inclined, though it was hard to tell if it was because the blood he had consumed or trumpets growing nonhumanness.

After the third or fourth time of watching Sax suck down a bird or squirrel like a juice box, Tuba was forced to admit that maybe vampires were a little real.

(He noticed his neck wound had already scabbed over and was halfway gone. He was afraid to ask if he was becoming one.)

The sun was slipping behind the tops of the trees when Clarinet charged out of the forest, leapt over the van, And yelled “Flutes trying to kill me!”

Flute burst into the clearing and lunged at Clarinet. Percussionist stepped in the way.

”What happened?“

”She did this in purpose! She said she dropped you in the woods to kill us!”

Percussionists blinked. “No she didn’t. She told me to stay where I was while she got something for me to eat.”

he stopped yelling. Now, he just looked confused. “But she turned you.”

”Yeah? It was an accident. She obviously regretted it.”

Percussionist backed off, and Flute looked at clarinet.

”why did you say all that then?”

“You were’t gonna come with me if I didn’t. Besides, you were spiraling and this was the easiest way to stop that.”

”Sounds like the shittiest way to stop it, too.” Scoffed Tuba.

She sighed. “Yeah. It was.”

”Hey,” asked sax. “Are any of us still human? I know me, Percussionist, and Trombone aren’t-“

”Percussionist, Trombone, and I.” Said Trumpet.

”-And I saw you two jump over my van, but whats up with the rest of you?”

”Basically,” said Clarinet, “anyone who was bit is or will become a vampire, depending on how much blood they had left in them after the bite. Was there anyone who wasn’t bit?”

everyone was silent as they all glanced at each other, looking for anyone who could say yes. It quickly became awkward, and was broken by Clarinet muttering “Fuck.” quietly under her breath.

”Who all, um, died today?”

Flute, Sax, and Trombone slowly raised their hands. Clarinet squinted at Percussionist, which prompted him to say “What? I died last night.”

French Horn yelled “past twenty four hours, dingus.”

He rolled his eyes and raised his hand.

”Alright. You three,” -she made a sweeping gesture towards the three with their hands down- “Are going to have the worst couple weeks of your life. Take a few days off of everything. Don’t go to the hospital. Stay isolated. Call me when the pain’s mostly over.”

Tuba’s lips pursed. “What, exactly, is going to happen to us?”

”The way it was explained to me was that your body slowly cannibalizes itself. It sucks.”

”hm.” He said. He looked very troubled.

They got in the van and drove through the night.

For now, they rest. A short break, before they have to figure out the rest of their lives.

#Not a super satisfying ending I know #Not the best writing I could’ve done either #I’m already planning out a sequel for how things go that will get into the nitty gritty of their character #And hopefully give them real names #THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A PLOT SUMMARY WHAT WHENT WRONG #(It started out as a kiss how did it end up like this)#Its still basically the bulletpoints version of this story with some banter mixed in #I did actually have a concrete well thought out(ish) plan #Then the characters (mostly trumpet and tuba) said “no thanks we’re too cool for your shit/to much of a himbo” respectively #And honestly? They’re right #Please keep in mind I made this when I was like 12-13 and havent developed it much since then but I love em all the same #I could be persuaded to attempt to draw them #Or at least picrew them #Anyways that took way too long thank you for sitting through this with me #Writing #my writing #oc #ocs #my ocs #writeblr #Bandpires

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helliontherapscallion · 3 years

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omg pls share the story abt the lecture from that girl’s dad (only if u feel like it) but seriously ppl it’s not that hard to put a mask on to help the spread of a virus. just wear it, it keeps u safe. and for the ppl who don’t care then just wait til it affects u, bcs covid isn’t a game. I just wish ppl were more serious abt it

Ok so sit down and buckle up kiddos and grab some snacks bc this is a helluva ride

Little background info: I have been a section leader for both my junior and senior years now. When the new freshmen came in my first year of being section leader I was hyped as hell. And then this new freshman whips out a lighter and lights it WHILE WE’RE INSIDE THE SCHOOL MIGHT I ADD with a straight face looking off into the distance before we ask her to put it away. She also always has a pocket knife on her that we found on the ground during band camp. I’ll call her POS.

I tried to like POS I really did, but then she turned out to be a bigoted racist asshole (she also drinks deer blood straight from the corpse and simps over jeffery dahmer so even more red flags). It was extremely hard for me to treat her like I did with the other people in my section, but I managed to treat her the same as the other people and avoided her for the most part (thank god she wasn’t in my subsection I would’ve actually gone insane)

Flash forward to this year. Covid was hitting full force and we had to quarantine for the first two months of our season setting us back by a lot. She was wishywashy about rejoining but as the most senior leader of my section my band director was on my ass about getting a straight answer from her and fast. So I kinda had to force her to give me an answer (which she told me she was doing it quickly which leads me to think she already knew she was doing it) so she already was going into the season hating my guts

When we finally had an in person rehearsal for the first time, she wasn’t wearing a mask so when I asked her where it was she looked at me like I was the dumbass and said in a matter-of-fact tone “it’s in my pocket” and pointed to the confederate flag bandana hanging out of her pocket. Those four words told me that this season was going to be a fuckin long one with her. I just deadpanned (she couldn’t see it tho bc mask, sunglasses, and floppy hat blocking my entire face) and said “I’d rather it be on your face. (band director and marching instructor’s names) will have my ass if they see you not wearing one.” She rolls her eyes and puts it on (at least it was over her nose)

A few months go by with me telling her constantly to put on a mask bc I am responsible for my section and I’d be damned if one of them got sick bc of one idiot being stupid that I could prevent. She is getting madder and madder with each passing rehearsal.

Band camp rolls around and it changed from 5 13 hour days to 15 3 hour ones and I am already done with her bs. We get our dots and I mentally groan bc she’s next to me for the vast majority of the show. She is between me (an asthmatic) and my close friend (vvv immunocompromised and also hates her, I’ll call her S) so now I’m more worried about covid going around the section. It was in this time that I find out that at least 5 other people out of 20 also have pre existing conditions that make them susceptible. So now I make it even more my mission to make her wear a mask.

It was in the middle of band camp when she is yet again not wearing a mask (we were just marching without instruments) and I turn to her and as kindly as possible (it was the second time that day) asked her to put on her mask. She once again rolls her eyes and says “ya know, (band director) walked past me 3 times and hasn’t said shit, so I think I’m gonna listen to him and not you.” S and another friend of mine looks over in shock cuz she just talked back to me. They were about to say something but I wove them off. POS wants to fuck with me? Fine. I’ll just go full force with this. She wants petty?? I’ll give her petty, I’ve been holding off all season.

So I’m marching there for the next twenty minutes quietly seething and counting more aggressively. She’s getting annoyed, but I pull the section leader card and tell her that she needs to be counting as loud as I am bc her feet was lowkey off time. After we break off for a gush and go (very short water break), I go straight to my band director and use my limited water break to tell him what she told me. He apologizes and says that he thought she was just taking a breather. He tells her to put on a mask and she does so and glares at me the rest of the rehearsal.

She blocks me on all social media and I obviously clown on her in private with the other section leader (he’s more of a pacifist and never really told her to wear a mask which kinda pissed me off but I understood) until she makes a passing comment to my other friend about using the knife she kept in her boot. Now he tells me cuz he’s a good friend and I’m shitting myself at that point bc holy shit I might get shanked.

I think about telling the band director but I realize that there’s no proof of her saying this and she could easily get out of this so it’s kinda pointless to tell anyone. Plus if she did shank me, she’d get into so much trouble and I’d be laughing at her from my grave/hospital bed.

Many rehearsals go by and she still refuses to wear a mask so after one rehearsal S and I went to the band director and reminded him about our conditions and told him about how we were worried for our safety (I also told him abotu the other vulunerable ppl in the section) and he says he’s gonna do something. Next rehearsal he gives POS a warning and she begrudgingly wears a mask for the rest of the rehearsal. The next rehearsal rolls by and she isn’t wearing a mask (again) and he sends her home. Major victory for S and I.

The next sectional tho was something I wasn’t expecting. I get there like 10 minutes before it starts like I usually do in a good mood. I get out of my car and go to grab my stuff when a massive white truck with a busted muffler pulls up into the parking space next to me with a cloud of black smoke. The window rolls down and reveals POS’s dad and POS herself in the passanger seat.

Of course I’m thinking that this is the day I die and start mentally preparing to yell for help to my other section members 100 feet away on the field already.

Mans starts to lecture me saying things like “it’s unhealthy to wear a mask outside bc it’s like a pitri dish under there. 6th grade science!” (I am not joking or overexaggerating with this, he actually said that). I really wanted to say “well, 7th grade science says otherwise, but you wouldn’t know that bc I’m sure you didn’t pass 6th grade, but go off ig” but I didn’t bc I didn’t want to get shanked or disappear randomly. I just tell him that I am only doing what my band director told me to do and that there are tons of people (myself included) that can really get hurt from just being in contact with covid. He says that’s bullshit and tries to tell me that I’m an idiot before I cut him off by telling him once again that I am just trying to protect my section and that the sectional was going to start soon so I didn’t have the time for this. I walk away leaving him trying to keep talking to me and soon enough POS gets out of the car and follows me to the field giving me a smug smile on her unmasked face before she puts it on when she sees the other section leader stroll up.

Lemme paint the picture for you: this guy (a 6′something burly guy in his 50′s that I know has like two felonies under his belt) pulls up next to me (a 5′2 17 year old ball of anxiety that drives a small yellow car) and starts to borderline yell at me. Traumatizing. I was shaking for the rest of the sectional and I spent the rest of the season looking over my shoulder looking for the glint of a knife swingin at me

Now I’m pretty sure she’s suspended bc she was caught with a knife on school property and she wore a confederate t-shirt to school, but I would be lying if I said I don’t still look over my shoulder or speed up when I drive past her house lmao

#hellion responds #i have so many other stories from marching band that i think yall would like #just ask and i'll supply : )

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gogyforgays · 3 years

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Meet Up

Little explanation before we jump in:

This is a mortal AU. No demigods. No gods. None of that stuff. Will and Nico are just normal teenage boys in a normal world.

Cw// confession and teeny tiny very t i n y bit of angst that last for like a couple of seconds

I tried but ig im not rlly good with happy shit, enjoy :,)

Nico entered the mall that he and Will were supposed to meet up at. He was finally going to meet his online best friend of 3 years in real life. They had met online when Nico was about fourteen and Will was fifteen. Ever since they would always talk twenty-four-seven and try to be there for the other the best they could through a screen. Will lived in Austin, Texas and Nico lived in Manhattan, New York. Will was originally going to visit some relatives, but since they lived in the same city as Nico, they decided to meet up. Both boys have been excited about the meet up for days prior. They would stay up late at night on facetime talking about it. But what Nico was scared about is what he was going to do when he sees Will face to face in person. He had liked him for months now and didn’t know how Will would react if he found out, which made him even more scared to confess. He was honest with Will about everything but he kept his feelings for his best friend a secret, in fear that it would ruin the bond they had.

Nico was snapped out of his thoughts when his phone rang. He fished it out of his pocket and checked the caller’s ID, who was Will, and picked up. “Will, where are you?” Nico said into the phone, “I just came through gate one, where are you?” Nico checked the mall gate he walked through, “I’m at gate two, that shouldn’t be too far.” “Lemme just ask for direc-“ “No need. It’s near the café.” Will chuckled, “What?” Nico asked, smiling, Nico felt a hand on his shoulder and jumped, spinning around to find Will and the only Will standing behind him, phone pressed to his ear and a grin on his face. “Hello Nico.” Will said, Nico hearing it from the phone too, Nico’s heart started pounding against his ribs. He hadn’t realized how nervous he was to meet Will until now. “Will.” Nico managed to choke out, “Oh my god.” Will laughed and wrapped his arms around the younger boy, engulfing him in a hug. Will was so much taller than Nico so he had to bend down, but Nico nonetheless hugged him back. He buried his face in Will’s chest and inhaled the smell of cinnamon and something else he couldn’t make out filling his nose. “You smell nice.” Nico impulsively said once they broke apart, face burning in embarrassment when he realized he said that out loud. Will blushed, “Thanks.” The silence was awkward and Will was the first to break it “You’re shorter than I expected though.” Will smirked, Nico swatted Will’s arm, “I’m not short, you’re just too tall.” Will patted Nico’s head, “Whatever child.” “Don’t.” Nico warned, “What’re you gonna do? Break my kneecaps?” Nico looked him dead in the eyes with the most serious expression he could muster and said, “Yes.” Will burst into laughter and Nico couldn’t help but smile himself. After the laughter died Will sighed and said, “Where do you wanna go now?” Nico thought about it for a bit, “How about we go watch a movie then look around the shops?” “Sounds like a plan to me.” Will replied with a smile, “Lead the way.” Nico turned away before Will could see the blush creeping on his face. He didn’t know how we was going to survive this day but he had to try while trying not to expose himself.

“The movie was terrifying!” Will said after they left the theatre room, “I’m never going to be able to sleep again.” Nico rolled his eyes, “C’mon don’t be such a baby, it wasn’t that scary.” “It was.” “Baby.” Will stuck out his tongue at Nico, “Point proven.” Nico said as he playfully pushed Will’s arm, “I hate you.” Will replied with a pout, Nico felt his face burn. Will was absolutely adorable when he pouted. He looked away from Will’s face before he could notice his red cheeks “Uh-uh, we both know that’s not true.” Will shrugged, “I guess you’re right on this one.” They were silent for a bit as they walked when Nico felt Will’s hand slide into his. His eyes snapped to Will and he felt his heart’s rate increasing. “Wh- What-“Nico stuttered, Will’s cheeks were pink and his eyes were on the floor, “If you’re not comfortable with it you don’t have to-“ “No! It’s fine.” Nico answered too quickly, Will dragged his gaze back to Nico’s face and smiled, giving Nico’s hand a small squeeze. Nico felt lightheaded. Will was holding his hand. Will freaking Solace was holding his hand. Nico’s heart was beating in his ears and he was sure Will could hear it. His hand started sweating as they walked around the mall for a bit, and if Will noticed, he didn’t say anything.

They went around the shops, Will and Nico trying on random clothes and laughing their heads off at each other. Nico snapped pictures with his phone of him and Will posing in front of the mirror with their mismatched clothes, dorky expressions painted on their faces.

Nico had to use the restroom so he made Will wait for him. After washing and drying his hands on his jeans, he walked out of the restrooms to find a girl talking with Will. They seemed to be engrossed in whatever they were talking about. Before Nico could interrupt them, the girl pecked Will on his cheek and gave him a small paper. Nico’s heart clenched. He hesitated before walking up to them and tugging on Will’s shirt. “C’mon,” Nico said when Will turned to face him, “Let’s go.” Will nodded, saying goodbye to the girl and putting the paper in his pocket before leaving with Nico. Will tried slipping his hand back into Nico’s but Nico pulled his hand away this time. Will looked hurt, but didn’t say anything. Nico walked faster, to nowhere in particular. He knew he was being dramatic. Will was a free guy and he had no right to act this way. But it still hurt. Nico was lost in thought, blindly walking into a shop that was empty of costumers. He turned to face Will, “Who was that?” “What do you mean?” Will asked, startled, “I asked you a question William, who was that girl you were talking to.” “Why’re you asking?” “Just answer my damn question!” “What the hell does that have to do with you?” Nico rubbed his hand on his face, “Is it really that hard to answer?” “Why do you even care!?” Before Nico could stop himself he yelled, “BECAUSE I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!” Will took a step back, shocked. “Because I’ve loved you for months!” Nico continued, tears threatening to spill from his eyes, “Because I can’t stop thinking about you! I- I can’t stop thinking about how beautiful and handsome you are. I can’t stop thinking about your gentle voice and how you’re always so kind to me. I can’t stop thinking about-“Nico’s voice cracked, “I can’t stop thinking about your damn lips and how much I want to fucking kiss them!” Nico forced himself to meet Will’s eyes, feeling exposed and raw, “Because you stole my heart William, that’s why I care.” Nico screwed his eyes shut, tears rolling off his face, preparing himself for rejection. But what came next completely threw him off. He felt soft lips press onto his. His eyes shot open in shock, feeling Will’s hand on the back of his neck and the other one on his hips. Nico slowly closed his eyes shut again and kissed Will back, wrapping his hands around the older boy’s torso. The world and time seemed to stop around them.

After seconds which felt like hours, maybe even days they pulled away, heavily breathing. They stared at each other, studying the other’s face. Nico suddenly broke into a giggling fit, burying his face in Will’s chest as he laughed. Will shortly joined and both of them were a laughing mess. After they calmed down a bit Will spoke up, “That girl was my older cousin,” he explained to Nico, “We haven’t seen each other in years and she gave me her new phone number.” Nico stared up at Will, “Oh.” He felt completely dumb and childish. “Hey it’s okay don’t feel bad. I would’ve acted the same way if I was you. Besides,” Will put his hand on Nico’s cheek, “I love you and only you. It’ll always be you, until the end.” Nico literally melted into Will’s arms, exhaling, “I love you too sunshine.” They heard someone clear their throat behind them and they jumped apart, startled. An old woman who seemed to be working in the shop was standing there, eyeing them. “This was beautiful and all, but are you going to buy anything gents? If not I’ll nicely have to ask you to leave.” Both boys blushed from embarrassment, “Sorry ma’am.” Will muttered, and they hurriedly left. Once they were out Nico looked at Will. “So... What does that make us?” Nico asked, Will smiled, pulling Nico closer, “Whatever you want.” Nico leaned into the embrace, “Boyfriends?” he whispered, Will kissed the top of Nico’s head, “If that’s what you want, then so be it.” Nico smiled, and pulled away, slipping his hand into Will’s, “I love you.” Said Nico, “I love you too.” Will replied,

They looked around a few more shops, hands tangled together all the time. Will wouldn’t be going back to Texas until next month, and they still had a lot of time to spend together. The thought of going back to talking to Will from behind a screen made Nico’s heart ache, but he couldn’t afford to be sad right now with Will by his side. He put these thoughts aside and focused on the present. He was the luckiest guy on earth, and for once, he let himself be happy.

#nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #online friends #meet up #gay #confession #pjo #mortal au #one shot #writing

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taetaesbaebaepsae · 5 years

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BTS When Another Idol Flirts With You Backstage (Maknae Line)

Summary: you know the drill

Warnings: insecure bbys, massive amounts of salt, angst and fluff (flangst), alcohol tw ig but not really

Word Count: 2884

Taehyung (V)

Kim Taehyung doesn't have a jealous bone in his body, so when you got mildly tipsy at an award show and begged him to get you backstage so that you could meet you EXO bias, Park Chanyeol, he didn't think twice.

At least, he didn't think he had a jealous bone in his body. He found himself frowning while he watched you blushing as you talked to the tall man, frown deepening when you held your small hand up to his to compare and he closed his hand around yours.

Jin is eating an apple very loudly as he walks up being Taehyung.

"Isn't that the girl you're seeing being seduced by Park Chanyeol?"

Taehyung winces at how loud his voice is. "He's not seducing her. She's a fan."

"I bet she is," Jin drawled. "If I were you, I'd go over there before she climbs him like a tree."

Taehyung frowns at him as he walks away.

When he looks back to you, you're looking up at Chanyeol like he hung the moon while he's leaning down to speak to you.

Taehyung feels a knot in his stomach when you blush and turn away at something he says. He wishes he could hear the conversation but it's loud backstage and he's at the far corner.

It isn't as if Taehyung is a total stranger to feeling jealous, but it's been quite a while since he's felt it for a woman, and he hates how his stomach feels tense and his chest feels tight.

He'd only been dating you for a few weeks, after all, and you're absolutely perfect. He's been in love with you since the third date but he's afraid to say anything so soon. He's always been the type to fall hard and fast, and he doesn't want to chase you away.

That is, if you don't run away with someone else, first. He huffs an exhale through his nose when he sees you take Chanyeol's hand to lead over to sit down near the catering table.

He desperately wants to walk over there, but what would he even say that didn't make him look like an idiot? It wasn't that he didn't trust you but he felt uncertain and nervous.

He didn't know if you cared about him the same way he cared for you, it had been too early to have that conversation. He hadn't doubted that you were interested in making this a serious thing until just this moment.

He tried to avoid looking over at you and your EXO bias but kept sneaking glances, and every time you seemed to sitting closer together and it made his heart seize up.

When the night was finally over and he went to his dressing room, you met him in the hall, cheeks flushed, smiling brightly.

He smiled back at you and you threw your arms around him. You smelled vaguely like cologne and he couldn't help his frown as you pulled away.

"Tae, thank you so much for this, I had the best night, I can't believe-"

You stop talking, seeing the frown on his handsome face.

"What's wrong?"

Taehyung shook his head, giving you a weak smile, and went into his dressing room.

You followed, shutting the door behind you.

"I'm really glad you had fun," he says, but he loosens his tie almost aggressively and plops down in a chair, sighing.

You're quiet for a moment, knowing he has more to say and just waiting.

He isn't looking at you. He pulls at his collar again, as if he was feeling suffocated, leaning forward and resting his forearms on his thighs.

"He sure seemed to like you a lot," he says finally, voice low and soft.

You frown. "I mean, I guess. I'm sure he's used to humoring his fans. He's just friendly."

"Very friendly," Taehyung mumbles, pulling at his collar again and sitting upright.

He sees your frown and tries to give you a reassuring smile. "Don't let me ruin your night, Jagi. I'm just feeling a little...jealous, I guess."

Your eyes widen. "You're feeling what? Kim Taehyung why on Earth would you be jealous?"

He huffs a little. "Oh, I don't know, you're all flushed and happy and smelling like his cologne..." He hates how bitter his voice sounds. "I'm sorry. I know I'm being difficult."

You place your hands on his shoulders and he looks up at you.

"Don't apologize. Everyone feels that way sometimes but it's ridiculous because I just...I'm crazy about you, Tae."

His eyes light up. "You are?"

"Very much so. Chanyeol is nice but I'm just a fan. You're the one I love."

You don't realize you've said it until it's already out of your mouth and you flush.

Taehyung's smile is a mile wide and he stands up and pulls you into his arms. He just holds you for a moment before you pull away.

"I didn't mean to tell you like that," you mumble, embarrassed.

"I'm so glad you did," he says, voice low, stroking your cheek. "I was scared you'd run off with Park Chanyeol because I didn't tell you how much I love you yet."

You laugh at him and he gives you a mock frown but his eyes are bright.

"Guess you better tell me every day so I don't, huh?"

"Just try and stop me," he murmurs, and then he leans down to kiss you.

(From then on, whenever you watched the "Monster" MV and squealed over Chanyeol's deep voice, Taehyung would give you a very serious look and almost growl, "I love you," in your ear over and over until it gave you goosebumps)

Jimin

Park Jimin is not angry when you beg for backstage passes at an award show. In fact, he's kind of flattered that you're interested in what goes on behind the scenes.

Then when you squeal when he gives you the passes and exclaim that you can't believe you'll be backstage with Got7, he frowns and crosses his arms.

You roll your eyes at him. "C'mon, Jimin, I just wanna meet Jackson he's so..."

Jimin narrows his eyes at you and you demur.

"He's...fun. He's my bias and I just think it'll be exciting! There will be plenty of time to hang out with you too, Jiminie..."

He lets you croon over him and finally smiles at you because he knows he's being a little dramatic.

He didn't think much of it at the award show because they were performing and he was all energy and focus, but when he went looking for you and found you sitting thigh to thigh with your bias, he felt his face heat up.

A large part of him wanted to go over and introduce himself but he found himself almost hiding, watching you talk and laugh as if you didn't have a boyfriend waiting on you.

Jackson is flirty with all his fans, Jimin had seen you watching compilations if fan interactions, but he was going overboard with you, brushing your hair back from your face as you talked and once, putting his hand on your thigh to get your attention.

Jimin felt like his skin was on fire when you didn't slap his hand away, just blushed and smiled.

It was Namjoon who finally saw him standing in the shadows and watching you, and Jimin jumped when the leader clapped him on the shoulder.

"You wanna go to the dressing room and talk, Jiminie?" Namjoon said softly, and Jimin nodded, hating the frustrated tears that burned at the backs of his eyes.

As you make your way to the dressing rooms to find Jimin, you hear banging coming from Namjoon's room and Namjoon's low voice.

"Jimin you can't overreact, it'll only push her away."

"Well maybe that's what she wants! She doesn't seem to care one way or the other-"

You knock on the door, not liking the strain you hear in Jimin's voice.

Namjoon opens it and when he sees you, sighs deeply. "Thank God. You two kids work it out. I'll go to Hope's room."

He gives you a look as if he feels sorry for you and touches your shoulder. "He's been through half a bottle of my red wine already so be gentle with him, huh?"

He leaves without further explanation and you stand there a moment, confused.

You and Jimin had been dating for almost six months and you knew he could be moody and dramatic, had seen it firsthand, but you really didn't know what you'd done to set him off this time.

You opened the door slowly and closed it behind you, finding Jimin slumped on the couch, collar stretched, head down.

"Hey, Jiminie, what's going on?" You say gently, approaching him carefully.

"Did you get lost on your way to Jackson's dressing room? It's in the other hall, you know."

He takes a big gulp out of the half empty wine glass on the table and when he lifts his head you see his eye makeup is smudged, hair disheveled from running his hands through it.

"Oh...kay..." You say, taking a deep breath and trying not to get angry.

You knew Jimin's jealous streak intimately, but up until now you'd been able to compliment him until he forgot why he was mad. This seemed more... serious.

You sat down on the couch, close to him but not touching.

"Did you have a good night?" He asks, tone bitter, and he still won't look at you.

"Up until now, I did," you say honestly. "I'm grateful you got me these passes."

"I'll bet you are," he grumbles, running his hand through his hair again.

"But," you continue, "I thought you'd come find me so we could spend some time together after the performance. I wanted to tell you how great you looked."

"I did come find you!" He's not shouting but it's a near thing. "You were busy blushing with Jackson Wang's hands all over you."

You take another deep breath because he's being salty and irrational but you can tell he's genuinely upset.

"That is not what happened, but I can tell you're upset, so why don't we just talk about it?"

He twists toward you, knees up, dark eyes flashing.

"Who's upset? I had a great time watching you fawn all over him. I thought you were gonna faint when he put his hand on your thigh." He's looking at you defiantly but you can see his eyes are wet and shining.

You remembered that but only because you knew he didn't mean anything by it but you'd looked around for Jimin at that very moment, knowing he'd flip out over it.

"Jimin, I swear to you that he didn't mean anything by it. He's just like that, he-"

"Did you want him to mean something by it?"

"No! No, of course not! I mean, six months ago I would've loved it, but-"

Jimin hides his face from you, wiping angrily at his eyes.

"But now I only want you, Park Jimin. You know that, right?"

"I thought I did," he mumbles quietly, and you take the opportunity to stand up and take his face in your hands.

"I like Jackson," you say, and he tries to twist his face away but you won't let him, looking into his eyes. "But I love you."

His eyes light up but he twists around to face you and takes your hands to move them from his face.

"I love you too, but I'm still mad at you."

You can't help but laugh as he pulls you down into his lap, huffing an exasperated breath against your neck.

"You're so mean when you're jealous," you chastise, running your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

"I'm sorry," he says miserably, kissing your bare shoulder. "I can't stand seeing anyone else touch you. I'm selfish that way."

"You know I don't want anyone else, dummy," you say fondly, loving the skinship as he slides his hand under your shirt and rubs your lower back.

"You might someday. I'm nothing special. I'm a mess, really."

You pull back and look at him with a soft smile. "You're my favorite mess in all the world and I won't let you forget it."

You kiss his cheekbone, his jawline, his eyelids, all over his face until he breaks a smile that's like sunshine through a raincloud.

(The next time you interact with Jackson Wang, he and Jimin get along great, as long as Jimin is touching you at all times, but when he gets you home that night Jimin pays special attention to your thighs and you wake up the next morning with marks all over them)

Jungkook

Jeon Jungkook has planned the night out to a T when he surprises you with backstage passes to an award show he’ll be performing at.

You’d been friends for a few weeks, and although you’d been surprised when he kissed you unexpectedly after walking you home from having coffee, you had also been delighted.

Since then, though, there had been no forward motion, and you were beginning to think that maybe he wasn’t interested in that way, that the kiss had just been a fluke.

Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook was crazy about you. He’d been talking to his hyungs about surprising you with backstage passes ever since he kissed you, wanting to confess to you somewhere special.

Jungkook barely talked to you on the ride to the show, his hands in his lap, just smiling at you and nodding in the right places when you mentioned you were excited to see him and the other bands perform up close.

So when you got sidetracked during BTS’s performance by Lim Changkyun from Monsta X, you didn’t think anything of it.

The maknae rapper they called I.M had long been your bias, and so his friendly conversation was appreciated, especially since you didn’t know anyone other than the boys backstage.

When he asked how you came across backstage passes just as the boys came off the stage, he raised a pierced eyebrow when you mentioned Jungkook’s name, you blushed.

“It’s not like that. We’re just friends,” you said, not knowing any different.

When Changkyun winked at you and said “Good for me, then,” you went an alarming shade of red.

You caught Jungkook’s eye just then as he was standing awkwardly near the corner of the stage, fidgeting anxiously, and you smiled and waved to him.

He threw up a hand shortly and then booked it, heading toward the dressing room, and you frowned but didn’t follow, thinking maybe he wanted to change.

An hour later, you’re talking with Changkyun at the catering table when Jungkook appears out of nowhere and doesn’t say a word until you look over at him.

He’s working his tongue against his inner cheek, looking mildly annoyed.

“Hey, Kook! The performance was amazing, I-”

“Can I borrow you for a second?”

Changkyun raised his eyebrow again and winked at you, shrugging.

You heard Jungkook huff out a breath and then he took your arm, tugging you toward the dressing rooms.

He doesn’t speak until you’re standing outside the door and then he lets go of your arm and takes a deep breath, shaking his hair out of his face.

“Y/n, do you like me?” He asks bluntly, looking into your eyes, and you feel your face flush.

“Of course I like you, Kook,” you say hesitantly, not knowing what he expects from you and not wanting to get your hopes up.

He huffs out another impatient breath. “No, I mean...just...come here.”

He opens the dressing room door and pulls you inside and you stand in shock while he closes the door.

There’s rose petals strewn around the room and candles lit, a bottle of champagne and two glasses on the table.

“Wh-what is this?” You ask, mouth open.

Jungkook is wringing his hands, all nervous energy. “This is dumb, I know. planned on waiting until the award show was over, Namjoon helped me with the flowers and stuff, but I got worried you’d run off with that guy before I got a chance to tell you-”

He’s babbling but he cuts off when you don’t speak, looking down at you intently.

“So do you like that guy? Because I can back off, I don’t know what I am to you, I just-”

You cut him off by throwing your arms around him and kissing him, hard.

He makes a surprised sound in his throat and then kisses you back.

When he pulls away, he groans a little. “Thank GOD. I saw him flirting with you and I thought I was going to explode before I could get everything set up.”

You laugh at him a little. “What if I had said no?”

He gives you a slow smirk. “I guess I would’ve just had to convince you,” he murmurs, and kisses you again and again until you need to catch your breath.

(It’s almost unbearably cute how huffy and pouty he gets when he catches you jamming out to the Alligator MV and when you tease him about it he throws you on the couch and kisses you all over until you’re giggling)

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btskz-19 · 5 years

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Silently Loving You Pt. 1 Han Jisung x Reader

hey guys!! ahh this is my first time posting a fic haha but i hope it’s somewhat enjoyable !!! im a new blog so pls give me support <3 thank u!

genre: fluff/angst ig ??? warnings: strong language/alcohol pairing: jisung x reader word count: 1.7k summary: you have a massive crush on your best friend han jisung. too bad he has a girlfriend.

When I met Han Jisung for the very first time, the first thing I noticed was his smile. That beautiful, gummy smile of his that exudes warm energy made me feel safe. I had barely knew the guy and he had me wrapped around his finger in seconds. But he has a girlfriend and I can’t do anything about it. I can’t do anything about the way he gazes at her like she’s the only woman in the room or when he wraps his arms around her in the cutest, most loveable way. To him, I was just his close friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

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I nervously walked into the restaurant that my best friend, Yeji, sent me the address to. We were having a meal with our new classmates from university, but the only person I really spoke to was her. She was more of the social butterfly kind as opposed to me and begged me to go with her to this meal because I “need to make more friends.” Well, she wasn’t wrong. Besides, it’s not that I don’t want to, I just never got the chance. As I walked in I scanned the restaurant for the table to find her waving my way, smiling and motioning for me to come over. I scurried across to the table and she began to introduce me to everyone. That’s when I saw him. He looked over my way with eyes that held the universe inside them and the most bewitching smile I’d ever encountered. I felt my heart skip a beat before I realised I was staring and he laughed to himself.

“And finally, ____, this is Jisung! And next to him is Sohee, his girlfriend.” She waved at me as I smiled at her, slightly sad that this incredibly handsome man was taken. But of course he would be, I would’ve been surprised if he wasn’t. I decided not to dwell on it too much, after all I had just met the guy, he may be an asshole for all I knew. Albeit a cute, sexy asshole. But that’s besides the point. I decided it was time for a drink. I ordered my favourite cocktail off the menu and started heavily gulping it down through the straw. Throughout the dinner I kept taking quick glances at Jisung resulting in awkward eye contact. He had his arm draped over his girlfriend’s shoulder and occasionally gave her soft kisses on her head.

“Oh, how I wish that was me.” I said under my breath.

“What?” Yeji turned around, clearly hearing what I said, giving me a knowing look.

“I’ll tell you later.”

About half an hour later after finishing my food I wasn’t quite drunk, but I was tipsy. After laughing and joking with Yeji, I used my liquid courage to finally start a conversation with him. I walked over to Jisung and Sohee, who had also had a couple of drinks, and beamed.

“So I’ve never seen you guys around before. Are you sure we’re in the same class?” I asked, words prolonged and loud. They both started laughing at my sudden burst of confidence.

“Haha of course! I’ve seen you. You and Yeji sit further in front of us.” he replied. “But you are right. We’ve never actually spoken before today.” He laughed and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. How did that just sound so beautiful? Just at that moment Sohee’s phone started to ring, so she excused herself to go answer. I wanted to further break the ice with Jisung, and I thought, what better way than to make a bad joke and hope he laughs?

“So, you wanna hear a joke?” I asked.

“Hit me.” He giggled.

“I should warn you, I’m quite the comedian.”

“Oh I’ll be the judge of that.” He beamed his bright gummy smile again and I couldn’t help but smile back.

“What does a vegetarian zombie eat?” I paused for a second. “GRAAAAINS!” I drunkenly imitated a zombie as he stared at me, amused and stifling a laugh, before breaking loose. “Did you like it?”

“No!” He continued. “I’m not laughing at the joke, I’m laughing at how terrible it was.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know that’s a Grade A pun okay.” I turned my head, pretending to be hurt before turning back around and laughing with him. Just at that moment, Sohee came back saying she had to go.

“Ugh babe, my roommate got back to the apartment and she’s forgotten her keys.” She pouted.

“Aww, don’t worry. Do you want me to come with you?” He offered, kissing her on the nose. I suddenly felt awkward and didn’t know what to do with myself, so I turned away, not really wanting to pay attention to their conversation. Sohee said bye to everyone and I smiled at her in acknowledgement before quickly turning around and downing the rest of my fifth cocktail. The booze at the bottom of the drink hit the back of my throat as I winced and started to stare into space. I was kind of sad that they were leaving. I wanted a chance to become at least friends with Jisung, even if it meant admiring him secretly. But oh well, I guess I’ll see him around seeing as we’re in the same class. A moment later I heard my name being called, interrupting my haze. I turned to the direction of the voice as Jisung’s eyes met mine.

“Wait what? I thought you left with Sohee?” I asked, trying to hide my shock.

“No, I didn’t haha. She told me to stay here and have a good time with everyone.”

I smiled. “She seems really nice.” He nodded and chuckled before looking up at me with a smirk plastered on his face.

“So, you wanna hear a joke?”

For most of the night we were talking as if we had known each other forever. He’d told me about himself, his family and his big group of friends who weren’t at the meal and said I just had to meet. The more I got to know him, the more I started to fall for him. I knew I had to stop myself, but I just couldn’t. Everything about this guy is so inexplicably enchanting. But I can’t be thinking like this about someone who has a girlfriend. I’ll have to find a way to be content with just friends. Pushing these thoughts to the back of my mind I continued to enjoy the night with everyone. We had all started to play drinking games and gotten drunk very quickly. By the time we all left it was nearing 3am. It was safe to say I woke up the next day with a hangover.

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It had now been three months since that night, and my feelings towards him only grew. Ever since we met we have become best friends and we see each other pretty much everyday. I also met his friends and became close with them too. Lying in bed, I stared at the ceiling, hoping that a blanket of drowsiness would wash over me. But, alas, I can’t sleep. My phone chimed with a text and I turned over to see who it was from.

“Felix: Let’s play 8 Ball!”

I chuckled as I made the first move before sending him a text.

“You: Why are you still awake you dork lmao” 2:01 A.M”

“OPPONENT’S MOVE” 2:02 A.M”

“Felix: Haha I could ask you the same thing” 2:02 A.M.

“Felix: But also I had coffee and I can’t sleep” 2:02 A.M.

“Felix: And also 8 ball” 2:02 A.M.

“YOUR MOVE” 2:03 A.M.

“You: Wowww why would you have coffee before bed” 2:04 A.M.

“You: Tbh that sounds like the kinda dumb shit I’d do” 2:04 A.M.

“You: We out here being dumb and dumber” 2:04 A.M.

“You: You’re dumber ofc :)” 2:04 A.M.

“OPPONENT’S MOVE” 2:05 A.M.

“Felix: Heyyy T_T” 2:07 A.M.

“Felix: Okay fine I’m dumber :(“ 2:07 A.M.

“YOU WON” 2:09 A.M.

“Felix: WAIT WHAT” 2:09 A.M.

“Felix: HOW DID I LOSE” 2:10 A.M.

“Felix: I hate this game I’m going to sleep” 2:10 A.M.

“You: LMAOOOOO YOU IDIOT” 2:11 A.M.

“You: Goodnight dork <3” 2:11 A.M.

“Felix: Goodnight ___ <3” 2:11 A.M.

I put my phone back on the bedside table, suddenly feeling sleepy and eventually I fell asleep.

I woke up to Jisung yelling in my ear and smacking my arm. As much as I love this boy, I hate being woken up.

“____! WAKE UPPP!”

“Leave me alone! Let me sleep in peace.” I grumbled as I turned over and buried my head under the blanket. He peeled the blanket off me and I sat up giving him the most evil death stare I could muster. “You know, no matter how hard you try not to, you’re still gonna look hilarious first thing in the morning.”

“HEY you little shit!” I grabbed my pillow and started hitting him with no mercy.

“Ahh! Yeji help she’s attacking me!” He shouted, barely able to get his words out without being interrupted with laughter.

“Ugh I hate you.” I said once I had stopped hitting him. He put up two v signs to his face and flashed his gorgeous smile very close to my face.

“No you don’t hehe.” Rolling my eyes, I pushed him off the bed, chuckling as I left to go to wash up. Why does he have to be so cute when I can’t have him? Although they’ve been spending less time together, he’s still with Sohee. And for that, I can’t risk him being so close to me when all I want to do is crash my lips onto his. Yeji is the only one who knows about my crush. Sometimes going as far as to tease me when we’re altogether. As I walked out of the bathroom and back into my bedroom I saw both Yeji and Jisung chilling on my bed and talking.

“Why is it that you guys always seem to flock to my room?”

“There! Now you look better.” He cheekily smiled. Yeji laughed with him and I rolled my eyes.

“Han Jisung you are going to be the death of me.”

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beehindthesceens · 3 years

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Thing I wrote

This is just concept stuff for a series I'm working on. I quite like it so why no share it? If you have any constructive criticism please do tell. and uhh yeah enjoy ig.

(btw this was originally something for school so if it feels rushed... it was. Another thing is that I'm planning on re-writing the last bits and probably expanding on everything else later.)

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*this is not based on real witchcraft, it’s just a made-up system of magic

Ida was a witch, the last of her kind. Not saying witchcraft was dead, it was just dead where she was. The only other person in her life that openly did magic was her mother, but she was gone. Not dead just somewhere else. At least she hoped she was just somewhere else. But Ida didn't let these thoughts bother her too much anymore. She had grown to like it when it was quiet. The silence helped her listen and learn about herself and the things around her.

The rather petite girl looked out the window of her little forest cottage she used to share with others. The morning sun just barely shone through the crosses that sat in front of the glass panes. Vines and flowers covered and flowed throughout the kitchen. Mushrooms and herbs growing in between the cracks of the stone wall. Ida eyes continued thoughtlessly looking at the same scenery she’s seen for years now. Beyond the window was a large field with a dry dirt path. Surrounding it was grass greener than emerald and flowers of all sorts spread across the ups and downs of the hills forward. On the side was a green house where Ida got most of her food, if not from the walls of the kitchen. But in the middle of it all, was a big weeping willow tree. She used to think that it looked to be taller than the gods sometimes. Its slumped branches simply danced with the wind.

Swaying with the leaves was an old wooden swing Ida would use so often in her youth. She would sometimes think of fixing it but always talked herself out of it. She constantly told herself that there would be no use for it. As nowadays she simply wanders around looking for anything new. For she was now too big to fit the swing. But that didn’t matter much anymore.

Ida didn’t like to linger on the past. She thought it was a waste of time. It wasn’t like Ida had anything else to do though. She told herself it was all the king’s fault. It was his fault that she’s miserable. It’s his fault her mother was gone. It was his fault she lived this boring life that only kept on looping over and over.

Though deep down inside, she knew that to be false. Accepting that was hard. One of the hardest pills to swallow. But Ida wasn’t ready to take her medicine yet. What she was ready for though, was another day full of dull adventures and almost tripping on wet leaves. Well, I suppose that the adventures weren’t that dull. When you can see spirits and creatures of the unknown, it spices things up a bit. However the interactions with said creatures were give or take, the same. They would say hello, have some small talk, then leave. On Tuesdays she would have tea with some of the mushroom people. And on Thursdays, read to the baby JHj'Hanfog. She had a set schedule that she didn’t mind, she quite enjoyed the mushroom people gossip, but it wasn’t fulfilling enough for her.

Her mother always said she was one for adventure and danger. Always out and about breaking bones and messing with the wrong group of knights. She basically craved the adrenaline of danger and high tension. Time obviously gave her more self-control and calmed her down but even so, parts of someone never die that easily. Which leads us to our current situation.

After saying goodbye to the emptiness inside, she left the house with pep in her step and a blank stare. Walking down the same dirt path she looked down, then at the sky. The early morning gold slowly transforms into the blinding light of day. She took her usual route, down the river, find the bridge and cross, forward until you pass the mushroom peoples village. It wasn’t Tuesday so she waved and left. ‘Today is looking like a good day for me’ she told herself before completely spacing out.

Continuing on she realized that she was lost. Confusion filled her brain as she frantically looked around. She said, “HOW AM I LOST I BASICALLY GREW UP HERE??????” None of the trees look familiar and she had no recollection of her previous turns. ‘I take back my thoughts...’ she thought, annoyance quickly rising to her face. She had no way of getting back. No magic tools, no signs from the forest, and no random creature to help. Ida sighed; her mind still boggled on how she got lost. She obviously didn’t know every nook and cranny of the forest but still. Getting this utterly lost? ‘Must’ve been the work of Sir Thomas’ ghost I say!’ she dramatically thought, a small giggle coming out.

Without anything else to do, she continued to wander. Seeing the trees around her pass by. Small rays of sunlight peeked through the trees as she walked. The deeper in she got the darker it became. At first, she didn’t notice it, but sooner or later it seemed like it was evening. Becoming kinda spooked, she tried to search for a speck of light. Any would do. For what seemed like hours Ida ran around lost. Every direction turning into one. No matter where she looked, she only found the darkness growing.

‘I just had to not learn fire magic...’ She thought, rolling her eyes. Ida was about to give up, and just try again later. “Sleeping in a tree doesn’t seem too bad.” She said, too quiet for anyone to hear aside from her. Then from the corner of her eye, “LIGHT!” She excitedly jumped up and down and immediately dashed towards the source. Twisting and turning throughout the trees, the wind making her eyes tear up. A small sliver of hope gleaming in her mind. Footprints running deep in the mud as a smile formed. The blue gleam became closer and closer and then, falling.

Ida was falling. A pretty deep distance might I add. Ida didn’t even realize she was falling until she was halfway between the air and the floor. She was too scared to even scream, her face frozen in fear. She quickly accepted the fact that she was probably going to die, as sad as it is. Her face trying their best to close her eyes shut as her body awaited the incoming crunch of her spine. But... it never came.

The radish haired girl was super confused, opening her eyes again to the sight of the pitch black in the forest; except this time she was surrounded by the lush blue light she was chasing. “Oh god am I dead? Is this how I die? Curse you Sir Thomas!” She remarked, putting a weak fist in the air at the end. Kinda like an old man saying, ‘dagnabbit you little scoundrels!’ to the youngin’s passing by. Ida decided to close her eyes as a final act of closure to her supposed death. Her head moved with her eyes, her hood falling off in the act. Her hair falling out with it having one of her side braids fall on her nose.

“Umm, miss? Are you gonna thank me for saving your life or what?” A masculine voice appearing out of seemingly nowhere. The girl’s eyes shot open as she frantically looked around, pulling her hood up with it. “Right here ma’am.” The same voice spoke.

Her vision finally clearing she was met face to face with a transparent boy holding her in his arms. They stared at each other for a good 5 seconds before Ida screamed and fell out of said arms. The pain she awaited from the top of the cliff finally came but not as spine crunching as expected. A stifled laugh soon erupted from the boy, wheezing and coughing filling the dead empty silence of the cliff- ravine thing they were in. Sitting up she frowned at him, obviously not liking the fact he laughed at her pain. While starring, she noticed 3 major things about him.

One was that he was very much see through, him and his entire body was see through. His clothes, his face, his everything! Then, the uniform he wore was one a top general would wear, at least that’s what Ida thinks it is. She’s a country bumpkin so she doesn’t know much about the city. The jacket was black with gold and red accents. He rocked lots of leather straps and a cape around his body. Honestly, some of the straps just seemed to be there to look cool. He had many pins and ribbons of honor on the left of his chest, despite the dark atmosphere they seemed to shine very bright. Along the side of his sleeve were 5 embroidered gold stars, therefore proving he was someone super duper important.

And lastly, his eyes... or at least what was supposed to be his eyes. All that was there were hollow sockets. But they weren’t as bad or scary as one might think. Despite the lack of emotion in his eye holes they seemed friendly enough. If it weren’t for their current situation Ida would’ve thought that he was pretty handsome... for a ghost of course. The more she starred, the more her frown turned into fascination. The ghost noticed this and smirked.

“Awe, you think I’m pretty right?” he said with the same teasing tone, floating towards her in one swift motion. Ida simply rolled her eyes and said, “First off no, and secondly, where am I?” The ghost boy faked his shock and slowly floated down as if he was falling, hand on his heart like he was having heart burn. “Oh random girl I just met! How dare you break-eth my heart with such cruelty?” He shouted in an overly dramatic fashion, maybe even more dramatic than Ida…

“Oh my god you’re worse than me- Is this how my mom feels? I kinda feel bad now.” Ida remarked, only half joking. The ghost boy quickly floated back up and chuckled, holding a hand out to Ida as she was still on the floor. She reluctantly took his gloved hand and patted the dirt off her. In the silence Ida came to a realization. If he’s a ghost, how in god's name did he catch her, hold her, and help her back up? He’s a ghost you shouldn’t be able to do that! Suspicion rose, Ida’s eyes narrowed at his nonexistent ones.

“...what?” he sighed. “Oh gosh, look I know I’m like the most gorgeous person you’ve ever met but you don’t have stare~” he fake whined. Ida shook her head, clearly annoyed by this man’s actions.

“Correct me if I’m wrong but you’re a ghost, right?

“Hmmm, let’s see, transparency, floating and weird hollowed eyes... no I don’t think I am.”

She groaned at his sarcasm, only earning a smirk on his end. Hand on her eyes, Ida continued saying, “Look, if you’re well... a ghost, then how can you touch me?”

“That’s a secret toots.” He winked at her.

“Why?”

“Because I’m cool now, you want to know where you are right?”

Ida remembered her initial question and nodded. Now that she thought about it, she was in this weird reveen thing with glowing blue things around her. They looked like flowers, but she’s never seen them before. ‘A new species maybe?’. The sky was still a void and the floor was rocky. Not like sharp rocky but the smooth stones you can step on. The ghost then started walking- er- floating? It was really confusing; the bottom of his legs would sometimes blend with the light of the flowers so you couldn’t really tell. Ida followed behind as if it were a house tour. Then it turned into a house tour.

“Welcome to my humble abode! Where the weird glowing flowers are plenty and rocks are, uh, also plenty!” He said in his best salesman voice he could muster. Putting his arms out to present the beauty of this dark dark rocky hole. “IF you take a look to your left, you’ll see a big rock! If this were in the city, I would be super rich cause I can make profit off of people taking pictures with a rock!”

“Wait, people pay to take pictures with rocks!?” Shock filled Ida’s voice.

“Only if they’re super big!”

“That’s stupid...”

“I know!” He said in an overly jolly voice.

Continuing on, he explained that they were in a deeper section of the forest. One that she’s never ventured in, or well many have. And when they did, they usually never came back the same. Ida would be lying if she said she wasn’t at least a tad spooked but she put on a brave face as to not fuel this guys need to tease her. She could already tell this guy’s personality. He was a cocky bastard that she hoped was lovable because who knows how long they’ll have to be together.

He also told her about a way out, a staircase to go up back to the surface. Which was awfully convenient but who cares? Curiosity struck Ida, just who exactly was this guy? And why was he helping? She went to tap his shoulder but tripped in attempting to do so. “Pfffffft, are you okay?” turning around to check on her. “I- I’m fine, I forgot you were a ghost for a second.”

The sentence made him smile a bit before, turning back around. Leading her to the supposed stairs. They walked together in surprisingly comfortable silence. Ida was scared that it would be too awkward for her to handle so she was glad about this. The tall ghost then put his hands on the back of his head and turned a bit to look at Ida.

“Oh, by the way, what’s your name?” He asked in a very nonchalant tone. Ida’s eyes widen a bit at the realization of the fact they haven’t properly introduced themselves yet. “Oh right, my name’s Ida...yours?” putting her hand out.

“My names Kia...”

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Ever since that day in the reveen Ida regularly went out to see her new and, I guess, first friend. She would venture out into the dark parts of the forest she used to be scared to even go near to meet up with him. Together they would wander with each other and just chill. Every new day, a new adventure. Ida would actually leave earlier to see him. She would even take him to her weekly mushroom kingdom gossip.

“Can you BELIEVE that Mushy actually said that to her husband!?” Ida yelled to Kia as she hopped on rocks; trying her best not to get water on her socks. Kia, simply floating ahead yelled back “I KNOW RIGHT? You’d think after 10 years they’d be past this...” he sighed. Ida shook her head “Gosh I hope she wasn’t being serious about that... we might have to get interrogated by the MPD!” she giggled.

“OH GOD I HOPE NOT- I will not be able to take it seriously. Imagine the officer is like “DID YOU KILL HIM!?” then you look up, it’s a mushroom.” He laughed

“KIA STOP- I- *wheeze* I’M TRYING NOT TO FALL YOU DUMBASS!” She basically screeched. The laughter that erupted from them was probably enough to fill the entire forest. This continued for some time. Their cheeks and jaws hurt from smiling, continuously adding to each other’s jokes. Once Ida finally made it to the other side, she sat down on rock to catch her breath. Kia started ranting about the MPD and Ida simply listened. Finally calming down she stood up.

“I was actually almost arrested by the MPD... Not that I did anything I was just framed is all. Yeah, the officer would not let me go even though I was completely innocent!” He whined. Ida simply hummed a response and started following him again.

“He started to threaten me too! He said he was gonna ‘make sure I got the punishment I deserve’ or, something along those lines. Then I told him I could cook his entire family and he let me go.” Kia said as if it was nothing. Ida only looked at him with a shocked smile, stopping right in her tracks. He looked back confused, his face only saying ‘what?’ as if he didn’t just admit he threatened the life of an MPD officer. I mean like sure they are just mushrooms but still.

A blanket of silence fell on them again. It was the same comforting silence from the first time they met. It was all familiar. Ida walked behind Kia in silence in a dark area with only small specks of light to guide them. The only difference now is that they both know they have problems and have to take their medicine sooner or later.

Ida never noticed this, but Kia had a soft glow around him. It was almost majestic with all the sparkling particles as well. Finally deciding to break the silence, Ida spoke in a quieter voice.

“So Kia, mind telling me where we’re going?”

“Hm? Oh, we’re just going to a spot I like to hang out in. Also what’s in your basket? You’ve been making me hold the entire time.”

Ida forgot about this basket. She scrambled to take it back from him, but he floated higher. It didn't help that he was tall as well, I mean yeah was on the shorter end of the stick, but she can at least reach the tops of cabinets. Quickly admitting her defeat, she said, "Fine, there's cake it there... I just didn't want it going stale okay??"

From the time they spent together she had learnt 2 things. One, Kia has no memory of his past life. And 2, the only thing he remembers is liking cake. Not being sure if he can even eat it as he was a ghost made him sad. He hasn’t had ever since he died, but the few precious memories of it made him wonder why it brought him such joy. Ida felt guilty for bringing it, but she didn’t want it to get stale and dry as she stated earlier.

Kia’s form floated down like a feather and slumped on a rock. Ida decided to sit next and try to comfort him. Ida’s knees went past his own legs as if he weren’t even there. She told him a quiet sorry and went to hold his shoulder. Her hand stayed there.

“Hey if I stab the cake do you think you can eat it…?”

“....Fuck you Ida.” Kia said with a small smile.

“I mean can you even f u c k things? Like a ghost ween or whatever?”

“Would you like to find out?” He said, obviously as a joke. He wore that same fuckboy smirk that he always did.

“Shut up you have no eyes fucking loser.”

A fake gasp escaped his lips. He put his gloved hand to his mouth. He tried his best to look like he was about to cry but motherfucker couldn’t stop smiling.

“Ida! You whore! I’m gonna fuck your mom.”

“BRUH MY MOM IS PROBABLY DEAD- WAIT AREN’T YOU DEAD? YOU GONNA FUCK MY MOM AS A GHOST??? HOW DOES THIS WORK? UGHHHH”

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#my writing #writers on tumblr #writing #concept stuff #fantasy #this was super rushed #I dislike a lot of stuff about this but it's fine #ghost stuff #romance!? maybe...#new writter #project make brain go brrrr

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imagineteamfreewill · 7 years

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Exposed

Title: Exposed

Pairing: Reader x Model!Sam

Word Count: 3,763

Warnings: Fluff, public apologies, fist-fight

Beta: @jpadjackles

Summary: You’re an art student who accidentally meets the world-renowned model, Sam Winchester. When he wants to meet up with you, you accept, not knowing that your decision would throw you into the spotlight. And fame can be a cruel thing, especially when it comes to love.

A/N: This is part seven of the Fame series! Please, please, please know what you think! It’ll make my day, I promise.

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It was only a day before the news of Sam leaving Harvelle Agency was everywhere. Because of that, however, he was no longer working the same shoots that Becky was. It clearly threw a wrench in her plans to get with him, and you had no doubt that the model would be pissed.

Since he’d left the agency, Sam had taken up the habit of picking you up after your classes and bringing you back to his apartment to work on your plan to expose Becky’s nefarious actions. Most of the time Steph came to monitor the work since you and Sam got distracted easily—especially since he tended to go shirtless in his home. More than once she'd walked in on the two of you doing more kissing than working.

“So you think she'll take the bait? She's really going to go to this event just because I'm there?” Sam asked. His thumb was rubbing circles on your hip bone, his arm wrapped around your waist as the two of you stood looking over the papers scattered on his dining room table. You nodded, glancing up at him.

“She will. If I know anything about her—which I had better, considering I did all that research on her—she'll be there. She would do anything to get with you again, Sam,” you replied. You wrinkled your nose in distaste, just the thought of your boyfriend spending time with that dirty rat again making your stomach flip. Sam leaned down and pecked your lips once, then nodded.

“Okay. I trust you. And you’re sure this will work? She won’t be able to cover it up with another lie?” Sam questioned, doubt filling his eyes.

“I’m positive. She won’t be able to get out of this one. Now come on, Mister Supermodel. Time to go make yourself look pretty,” you teased. Sam grinned wide.

“You mean you don’t think I’m pretty already?” He pouted, pink lips pursed in mock sadness. You laughed and smacked his shoulder, pulling out of his grasp.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Of course I think you’re pretty!” you laughed. Sam kissed your cheek, the scruff from his still-forming beard scratching the delicate skin on your face before you could push him away. “Go shave!” you shouted after him as he walked to his room. Sam only laughed, leaving you to go over the details of your plan one last time before going to put on your dress.

Becky’s face stared up at you from the picture on the table and you flipped it over with a scowl. You’d see enough of her tonight. After another moment to calm yourself, you left the kitchen to get ready for the awards show, a small smile tugging up the corner of your lips when you thought of the look on her face after Sam’s speech.

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“It’s nice to see you again, Y/N! You look amazing!” Garth cried, pulling you into a tight hug. You smiled wide and hugged the driver back just as tightly. Sam cleared his throat and his chauffeur immediately stepped away from you. “Of course, tonight I’m the driver. Not a friend,” he added with a wink. You suppressed a giggle and slid into the backseat of the black SUV, Sam following your lead. Garth shut the door and for a brief moment, you sat in the silence with Sam. Reaching over the seat, he took your hand in his and squeezed gently. You glanced over to see him looking at you, pure adoration on his face.

“What?” you asked, blushing.

“Nothing, I… I’m just so glad you forgave me, even if it was a setup,” he replied. You brought Sam’s hand up to your lips, kissing it gently so you wouldn’t smear your lipstick.

“I’m glad I forgave you too, Sam. I’d have to be pretty dumb not to.”

Garth got into the driver’s seat just as Sam leaned over to kiss you, causing him to pull away clumsily before his lips had even brushed against yours. Garth had set a rule after only a few drives with the two of you, and now no kissing was allowed in the backseat. You’d complied with his wishes… for the most part.

“Everyone ready?” he asked from the front. Both you and Sam nodded, Sam adding another small squeezed to your hand. The car lurched into action and Garth pulled out of Sam’s apartment driveway onto the street.

The awards show wasn’t very far away, and it only took a half hour to get there. In that time you and Sam reviewed the plan. He was scheduled to announce an award winner during the ceremony, which had been publicized ahead of time. There was no doubt Becky hadn’t heard about it, and Sam had told you that getting a ticket was well within the reach of his former agency. It would be a piece of cake for her to attend.

Sam had gotten permission ahead of time to make a small, apologetic speech regarding the recent news about him, you, and Becky. The two of you had drafted the speech together, carefully crafting it along with a handy photo presentation that you’d managed to get to the people in charge of the screens at the ceremony. One of your friends from high school was the new director of technology at the theatre. It had only taken you a small bribe and a few nostalgia-filled dinners to get him to agree to show the photos. He didn’t know the full extent of the damage they would cause, but you knew that after Sam’s speech nobody would be focused on the supposed slip up the director had made. They’d all be enraptured on the tangled mess that Becky had gotten herself into because of her lies.

Garth parked alongside the carpet, and even from inside the car you could hear the reporters clamoring for the many stars to answer their questions or smile for a photo. Sam kept your hand gripped tightly in his.

“Ready?” he asked. You nodded and flashed him a confident smile. It had been awhile since your first carpet walk with Sam, but you told yourself that this time you were going in prepared, and you had something to focus on during the long walk. Nevertheless, the moment Garth opened the door you felt nervousness clench in your stomach and you froze. Sam was holding out his hand to help you down and you looked at him, terrified.

“You’re okay, Y/N. I got you. We’re okay,” Sam said, his voice somehow reaching you over the commotion of the press. Slowly, you slipped your hand into his once again and let him help you out onto the ground.

He kept your hand in his, fingers laced together, as the various press agents scattered along the carpet led you from position to position. At each spot, you smiled shakily for the cameras. Their flashes blinded you, but you focused on the feel of Sam’s hand on the small of your back, guiding you when your senses dimmed from the noise and the lights. You could feel his fingers brush the skin revealed by the cutouts on your dress, and you looked up at him. Your smile turned genuine when you caught him looking at you as well.

“You okay?” Sam asked. You nodded and giggled a little.

“I think this would be more fun if I could see your face better. Right now you’ve got white flashes all over your face,” you laughed. Sam shook his head, lips pulled wide in an amused smile. He leaned down so he was closer; the tip of his nose touched yours, his breath brushing over your tinted lips.

“Can you see me now?” he asked. You shook your head coyly.

“Not yet. You’ll have to get a bit closer, Winchester. Those flashes are bright,” you replied. Sam grinned wider and finally pressed his lips to yours, his smile only diminishing so he could give you a proper kiss. If you hadn’t been holding onto him you would’ve fallen down when your knees buckled. Your legs felt like jelly and you weren’t sure if was from the kiss itself, or if you’d lost feeling because of the heels you’d been forced to wear. You hadn’t known that awards ceremonies could have a dress code, but apparently, they did. Either way, your stability was shot.

The two of you were pulled from the bubble of your moment together by the appreciative cheering and hollering of the press, and you blushed. You held onto Sam, hiding shyly in his embrace. He laughed softly and kissed the top of your head.

“You gonna be alright for a few more pictures? Don’t your feet hurt?” he asked, his voice low in your ear.

“My feet hurt like hell, Sam, but I’d walk in these things for hours for you,” you replied. Sam’s face broke wide with another grin and you smiled back, pleased with his reaction. A moment later he let you go, turning his back on you. Confused, you watched as he bent slightly, then looked over his shoulder.

“Come on. I’ll give you a piggyback ride,” he grinned. You laughed and shook your head.

“No way! There’s no way that’s allowed!” You glanced over at the photographers, who were eating this up, and then at the press agents. The agents weren’t paying you any attention as you looked back at Sam, who smiled and nodded in encouragement. After a second you gave up and climbed onto Sam’s back. He held onto you tightly and straightened, then smiled wide at the photographers. You grinned and kissed his cheek.

“They’re gonna think you’re crazy, Sam Winchester!”

“I am crazy, crazy about you!” he crooned. You laughed and smacked one of his shoulders, rolling your eyes.

“You’re ridiculous.”

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All around you were celebrities, and you were struggling to restrain yourself from asking each and every one of them to take a picture with you. They all chatted with each other during the ceremony breaks like old friends. Every once and awhile one would catch your eye and smile politely, but for the most part, they left you alone.

Sighing, you sat back in your seat. When the awards were televised, you didn’t realize that commercial breaks were only a thing so that the celebrities at the ceremony could get up and stretch their legs. If the breaks had seemed long at home, they were even longer now. You glanced at your phone to see if Sam had texted you from backstage. There was no service in the auditorium, however, and you groaned quietly.

You almost cheered when the lights dimmed for the next award, and you watched as the cameras got into position. The announcer’s booming voice came once again over the elaborate sound system in the theatre, causing you to jump.

“And now, announcing the winner of Photographer of the Year, Samuel Winchester!” Applause came from all around the auditorium and you couldn’t help but smile wide when Sam stepped out onto the stage. He looked absolutely stunning in his gray jacket and navy shirt—you’d practically swooned when he stepped out of the bedroom earlier that evening.

You knew that Sam wasn’t the best in front of crowds, considering he did most of his work posing in photo shoots and not making speeches, so you hoped that despite the bright lights and cameras shining in his face he would still be able to see you. You’d made sure to point out where you were sitting in relation to the stage before Sam had gone backstage to prepare, and you noticed that his eyes kept flicking over to your section as he made his way to the microphone. There was a smile pasted on his face the whole walk to the microphone, but he soon grew serious.

“Before I announce the winner of this fantastic award, I’d like to publicly apologize for the inappropriate things that have been circling in the media both about myself and my girlfriend Y/N lately,” Sam began. “Those things are trivial compared to what a lot of people around the world face on a daily basis and our relationship disputes should be kept to ourselves. However, I would like to point out that there was another party involved with this.” The first picture of you and Sam making out flashed up on the large display screens behind him, and you immediately flushed, sinking down in your seat. Murmurs and whispers erupted throughout the auditorium, and suddenly thousands of eyes were watching you. A few of the cameras focused on you as well and you silently willed Sam to continue.

“Y/N and I had no knowledge of this photograph being taken of us, and I can promise you that the effect it had both on my career and my girlfriend’s life was intentional. The person who took this picture knew exactly what they were doing. But they did a lot more than just publish this photo. They also stepped into my personal life,” Sam said. The next picture showed up on the screens and you heard several gasps from the road behind you. Becky’s face was clear in the photo. The model-slash-paparazzi was hiding behind a car, her camera angled at you and Sam as you jogged down the opposite side of the street as her. Anyone who knew anything about modeling could tell that this wasn’t just a model doing a shoot with her friends; it was clear that you and Sam didn’t know Becky was there.

The image changed again and this time it was a picture of Becky at a coffee shop, sitting across from a man whose distinguishable face would not go unnoticed. The curly haired man was well-known for his incredible influence via his magazines and tabloids. He was reaching across the table for Becky’s camera, and in the next picture he was looking through it with a smile. Becky wore a smug smile of her own.

“Becky Rosen has been a model at Harvelle Agencies for a little less than two months, and in that time she’s not only managed to temporarily ruin my relationship, but my career as well. As you can see by these pictures, she has been showing and selling her photographs of myself and most definitely of others to Metatron Enterprises.

“It’s easy to see that Miss Rosen isn’t looking out for the other people in the modeling industry. As a whole, we should be working together. There will always be competition among us, but purposeful attempts to hurt someone’s career and personal life shouldn’t happen. I never intended to become involved with her. This entire scandal is due to Miss Rosen’s involvement with Metatron Enterprises, not because I’m willing to give up the person I love so easily,” he finished. The theatre was silent, the entire audience held enraptured my Sam’s words. In that brief moment, you sat up taller, a small smile curling up the corners of your lips. Sam’s years in law school had come in handy, that’s for sure. After a second Sam shrugged his shoulders, shifting from his more serious side to his goofier one. With a single smile from him, the whole atmosphere changed. People began to smile and relax all around you, and you could tell that Sam was more at ease as well.

“Now that all that’s been cleared up, I’d like to read off the nominees for Photographer of the Year,” Sam laughed. He read from the prompter in front of him now, and the image of Becky with Metatron faded from the screens to proudly display the nominees.

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“That was quite an impressive… speech your boyfriend made today.” You looked up from your drink to find a pair of captivating eyes focused on you. You blinked, surprised.

“Excuse me?” you asked. The woman laughed, her flaming red curls bouncing as she tossed her head back.

“I said that Samuel’s speech was impressive,” she repeated. “I’m Rowena, you must be Y/N.” You nodded dumbly, shaking the woman’s lithe hand.

“It’s nice to meet you. Are you a friend of Sam’s?” you questioned, setting your drink down and gesturing for her to sit in the seat beside you at the bar. She accepted, sitting and gesturing for the shirtless bartender to bring her a drink. Whoever had planned the ceremony’s after party was certainly fond of shirtless men, as all the waiters and bartenders seemed to be lacking that particular item of clothing. All of them paled in comparison to Sam, however, and the thought made you smile to yourself.

“Not exactly. We haven’t spoken much, but I avidly follow his work. He’s quite an attractive lad,” Rowena smiled. You blushed and nodded in agreement. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Y/N. I was surprised to hear Sam’s account of what happened between the two of you and that awful woman! She seemed so nice when I met her.”

“There’s more than meets the eye when it comes to a lot of people,” you replied, taking a sip of your drink.

“So it seems,” she crooned, a mischievous sparkle in her eye. You shifted in your seat, somewhat unnerved by the woman’s mysterious attitude, but you soon pushed it aside when she began to talk about how her expectations for the award winners had panned out.

Rowena’s accent was pronounced, and the whole time she talked you tried to place it. Having no luck, you finally came right out and asked her, hoping you wouldn’t be considered impolite for having done so. Fortunately, the woman laughed it off and smiled warmly.

“I’m from Scotland, dear. I never quite lost the accent, but I like to think it’s come in handy. Most of my work has been television commercials, and that’s all because of it,” she told you.

“You do commercials?”

“Right now they have me promoting a new perfume,” Rowena said. “You might have heard the slogan before, it’s very popular. ‘I put a spell on you.’” Almost immediately you recognized the saying and you nodded eagerly. You were just about to relay as much when you felt a hand on your shoulder. The person pulled you off the stool you were seated on, using your lack of stability in your shoes to knock you to the ground. You looked up to see a furious Becky standing above you. One of her eyes twitched in anger and her fists were balled up at her sides.

“How dare you?” she shouted. The shock from your fall still rolled over you in waves and you blinked dumbly up at her. Becky’s shouting was beginning to draw attention, and celebrities watched avidly in a circle around the two of you.

“I—” you began to stammer.

“Don’t you dare say anything to me! Sam was mine and then you had to interfere! I worked too hard to have you ruin this for me! I’ve loved him since I was a kid!” she spat. “Stay out of my way, he’s mine! I loved him first!” Becky dropped to her knees, straddling your thighs. You squirmed to get away from her, terrified of the prospect of what she could do to you in her position. Fury burned in her eyes and her lips pressed together tightly as her jaw clenched in anger.

“Now, dearie, that isn’t any way to act,” Rowena interjected before you could say another word. Becky ignored her entirely and focused on you. Just as you opened your mouth to say something to the model who was practically in your lap, she was pulled off of you by two burly security guards in black shirts. They held her by the straps of her dress, easily keeping her away from you even though she thrashed wildly. Rowena helped you to your feet, then kindly brushed off the back of your dress for you while you watched the two men drag Becky away. She hurled insults at you the whole way out the door.

Taking a shaky breath, you downed the rest of your drink and gestured for the bartender to bring you another one. He nodded, giving you a sympathetic smile.

“Y/N! Y/N, are you alright?” Sam pushed through the crowd that was just beginning to disperse. He pulled you into his arms, crushing you against him. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here to keep her away from you,” he apologized. You coughed and Sam let you go, his hazel eyes searching yours for any sign of distress.

“I’m fine, Sam, I’m okay,” you told him.

“She’s just a bit shaken up, Samuel. Come sit with us,” Rowena said, smiling. Sam exhaled in relief and nodded, taking the seat on the other side of yours. He glanced curiously at Rowena but didn’t say anything. You took your seat again, taking his hand under the bar and squeezing it reassuringly. The bartender brought your drink and you thanked him. The three of you drank in silence, listening to the dance music play over the speakers.

Rowena eventually left after a few more brief conversations about the awards, leaving you with her number and a promise of getting together within the week. Soon after, people began to filter out of the club to head off towards their next party. You and Sam opted to skip the rest of the parties and head home, telling yourselves that you’d deserved a long night of rest.

Garth dropped the two of you off at Sam’s apartment just after midnight and you dragged yourself up the stairs to his bedroom. You flopped down on the bed with a long groan.

“You alright, sweetheart?” Sam’s voice had an edge of panic to it and you reached an arm out towards him, your face still pressed against his pillow.

“M’tired,” your mumbled. Chuckling, Sam climbed into the bed beside you.

“C’mere, come lay with me,” he murmured. Wearily, you pushed yourself up on the mattress so you could rest your head on Sam’s chest. He began to run his fingers through your hair, humming soothingly. His chest rumbled as he did and soon you were fast asleep. Sam watched as your chest rose and fell evenly, your face innocent and smooth as you slept soundly in his arms. He smiled slightly and closed his eyes. Both of you were still dressed to the nines when he fell asleep, and both of your heads were filled with dreams of a quiet life together—without Becky.

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Title: Secrets Relationships: Rowena/reader Genres: Drama, Hurt/Comfort Warnings: Fluff Rating: T

I don't know what made me think this would be a good idea. Crowley, while somewhat softened by that whole human blood fiasco (turns out, demons tend to be pretty chatty when you toss them the right hex bag. Who would've thought?) , was still the King of Hell, one who could hold a centuries-old grudge. There was no way he was going to release Rowena to my custody; not if I asked nicely, and definitely not if I tried to threaten or blackmail him into it. He could kill both me and her with a snap of his fingers without giving it much thought.

I had to tread lightly.

I told Rowena to be wary of her son and the Winchesters, yet somehow she always ended up being roped into doing their bidding. It was always the same thing. She'd say no, they'd capture her, she'd go free, and then I would be forced to listen to hours–long tirades about how awful they all are and how she was going to kill them the next time she saw them.

She never acted on her threats, and each and every time it was me who had to reassure her that yes, she was perfectly capable of killing them, and no, being captured didn't make her weak.

Even if it did, I wouldn't mind.

Since the moment I asked her to mentor me, I thought of her as more than just a teacher. She was my best friend, an ally a rookie witch could only dream of. And, if I had any say in the matter, a lover.

I chuckled at the thought. As if someone as powerful as Rowena would ever lower their standards to settle for me. She was honest with me from the very beginning. She couldn't love, she couldn't care, and she certainly had no intention of learning how to anytime soon. Love is a weakness, she claimed, and she much preferred power and control over weakness that came with emotions.

There weren't many things we disagreed on, and this was one of them. I believed in love. I believed in happiness and redemption and a better future. Rowena always found it funny, calling me naïve and saying I would change my mind when I grew older.

Perhaps I would. That didn't change the fact that I loved her and wanted her in ways I knew I could never have her.

And honestly, who could blame me? She was a lot older than me, yes, yet somehow that rich life experience of hers made her all the more appealing. She was one of the most powerful witches alive, and I couldn't help finding it adorable how such a tiny person could possess such devastating power.

Her hair was the most beautiful shade of red I have ever seen, and there was no greater joy than when she let me play with her bouncy curls in times when I needed comfort. Running my fingers through those soft, silky locks calmed me down, and Rowena, enjoying my compliments, was more than eager to sit beside me and allow me to caress her hair as I told her of all my woes.

For someone who couldn't love, she was a surprisingly good listener, and an even better comforter. Her sweet tone of voice, alongside a casual "dear" and "darlin'" calmed me down like nothing else.

Voices echoed in the dark, gloomy corridors I was walking through; Crowley's was soft, completely uncharacteristic for him, while Rowena's had that usual sternness, hissing out words and breaking at certain points.

Was she crying? She couldn't be. Rowena never cried, not unless she needed tears for manipulation.

I thought I'd heard it wrong, but when she continued, my suspicions were confirmed. I couldn't make out what she was saying, but there indeed was a tinge of weakness in her tone.

A pang of pain shot through my heart, instantly replaced by anger. What did he do to her? Did he hurt her? I knew the possibilities to inflict pain on her were endless, what with that witch catcher he'd snapped around her neck, but a part of me still hoped he'd show her at least a tad bit of mercy. She was his mother, after all. A terrible, neglectful one, but his mother nonetheless.

I told her not to do this. Told her to stay out of it, to let them deal with Lucifer on their own. But, being the power–hungry bitch she was, she couldn't miss a chance to meet the dark prince himself, in his own flesh and blood. I told her that he was dangerous, warned her to stay away, but she wouldn't listen. She never listened.

It was hard, watching her swoon all over him like a teenage groupie at her favorite boy band's concert, but I didn't dare protest much. My feelings for her had to be kept secret. If I kept pestering her, suspicion would arise, and I couldn't have that.

If she was to find out what I truly felt for her… I couldn't even imagine what her reaction would be. Rejection, for certain. She'd probably laugh in my face and call me stupid for allowing myself to fall for the likes of her. And maybe she'd even tell me to leave.

I couldn't have that, not now when I was doing so well with my magic. Not now that I had her trust, her friendship. I could live with being just her friend. As long as she was with me, teaching me, encouraging me, romance didn't matter. What did matter, however, was her having my back and me having hers.

Which was why I was here in the first place. Out of all places I've been to, Hell ranked amongst the top ten worst ones. I usually preferred the dark, but there was something about these grim, torch–lit halls that made me feel uneasy. Perhaps it was all the sulfur smell left behind by its demonic inhabitants. Or the fact that this is exactly where I would end up once I'm dead.

"Castiel?" I heard Crowley ask just as I was about take a turn for the room they were in, and frowned, confusion spreading across my face. What was the Winchesters' lapdog still doing here? He usually never left their side and, being an angel, wasn't exactly fond of Hell.

The angel let out something akin to a snort and, in a maniacal voice completely different from his usual gruff one, said: "Guess again."

"No," Crowley said, his voice strangely frightened.

It was only when Rowena spoke that the reality of the situation dawned on me, and I clasped a hand over my mouth to suppress a scream that threatened to tear from my throat.

"Lucifer," she purred, not even attempting to hide her admiration.

I pushed myself up behind the nearest wall, one hand covering my mouth, and the other pressed against my chest, feeling my heartbeat whose pace was rapidly increasing, thudding against my chest loudly enough to echo. My body shook like crazy, all control lost in an instant as fear overcame me, rushing through my veins like a highly addictive drug.

She couldn't have done that. She couldn't have. Not after everything I told her, after I made her promise she wouldn't do anything stupid.

Why? I thought. Why would she do this? Why would she break the promise?

Because she doesn't love you, the sane part of my mind said.

Because she loved him.

That thought alone was enough for my eyes to well up with tears.

"I'm back, baby!" Lucifer beamed, prompting Rowena to let out a joyous gasp.

"It can't be," Crowley said. "You finished the spell."

"But if he was already in another vessel…"

"Loophole!" Lucifer said cheerfully.

"Bloody hell," Crowley swore.

I didn't think there would ever come a time when I would agree with Crowley, yet here I was, doing just that.

A sound of steps echoed, then something, presumably a body, connected with a wall, falling to the ground with a loud, painful thud.

"Ooh, Rowena," Lucifer said in a flirty manner that made me both sad and angry.

I took a cautious peek inside, tears falling freely at the sight of her walking over to him. No, my mind begged. Don't do this. Don't trust him.

"My liege."

No. I swallowed back a painful squeal, pressing my hand over my tightly shut lips with all the strength I could muster.

"You know," Lucifer said, cautiously approaching her, "what you've done for me, I'll never forget it."

"It was my honour."

She looked at him with utmost devotion, the way she looked at me in all my wildest daydreams. It broke my heart to see her so flustered over a man who would never love her, a man who didn't give a damn about her. The look on his face was surprisingly easy to read. He was using her, and he didn't bother to hide it. Her devotion had blinded her to the obvious, and I could tell he was enjoying getting her hopes up.

He was going to hurt her. I knew he was. He was going to do something to her, and the worst thing was, I couldn't move a muscle. My entire body froze in its place, still like the statues adorning the halls.

"Yes," Lucifer said, removing the witch catcher and tossing it onto the nearby table. "It was. You deserve a reward."

He gently tapped her nose before lowering his finger to her lips.

"Or some little token of my affection."

Rowena whimpered, letting out a breathless: "I… Thank ye."

A tinge of jealousy squeezed at my heart, followed by a fresh stream of tears sliding down my swollen cheeks. He didn't deserve to touch her like that. He didn't deserve to be near her.

It should have been me. I should have been the one to caress her, to tell her sweet lies. I should have been the one she looked at like that.

Not him.

Me.

I gulped as he leaned in to kiss her, and let out a sigh of relief when he backed away.

"Oh, just one teensy, tiny little question. Can anyone else open the cage?"

Say yes! Please, say yes!

"Just me."

Damn it!

I took in a deep, steady breath, in a futile attempt to calm my trembling body. This wasn't going to end well. I knew it wasn't. He was going to hurt her.

With dread written all over my face I watched as Lucifer's lips twisted into a crooked smile.

"Good," he said

Rowena shot him a smile of her own, relaxing under the tender caress of his hand on her neck.

He leaned closer, resting his cheek against hers.

No, I thought. Please, no. Don't do this.

Throughout the barely lit hall, Rowena's eyes found mine and her smile widened. She gently nodded at me, ignoring the wild shakes of my head, ignoring the tears that stained my face.

It's okay, she mouthed.

It wasn't. Nothing was okay. I gave my head a few more shakes, making it perfectly clear that I disapproved. She was foolish for trusting him. I loved her with all my heart, cared about her in ways I've never cared about anyone in my life, but I couldn't forgive her for this. She'd done a bad thing, and she was going to pay.

If being a witch has taught me anything, it's that karma is a cold-hearted bitch.

Rowena knew she could count on me, just like I knew I could count on her. I've always been on her side, stuck by her at her worst, gotten her out of trouble more times than I could count. Not once have I complained. Not once have I found it hard or wanted to back out.

Now a part of me wished I've never allowed myself to fall for her.

If I didn't love her, watching her be used by the man she worshipped, the man I envied more than anything in the world, wouldn't have hurt as much.

If I didn't love her, letting her go wouldn't be as hard.

Just as the thought passed, a spine–chilling cracking sounded and my eyes widened at the sight before me. Rowena's head flew sideways, Lucifer's hands tightly gripping her neck. In a swift move he released her, letting her limp, lifeless body collapse to the ground.

Both my hands covered my mouth as I swiftly backed away, huddling against the wall. Careful not to make a sound, I slid to the ground, choking back the sobs that arouse from within me.

She wasn't gone. She couldn't be. Not after everything we went through, after all the promises we made. She was supposed to teach me magic, make me into a witch as strong and powerful as herself.

Squeezing my eyes shut for a short moment, I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat. Who was going to tease me now? Who was going to greet me after nights of heavy drinking and, in a heavy, incredibly charming Scottish accent, wish me a good morning and bring me tea and healing potions?

Who was I going to love from afar, growing silent hopes of my feelings being returned?

There was no one left for me anymore. I had no family and no friends. The only other people I knew were the Winchesters and Crowley, and they weren't the kinds I wished the associate with.

Rowena was all I had. Ever since I met her, my life had a purpose, a meaning, something I've been lacking all throughout my childhood. There was always someone better than me, someone stronger, more talented. To hear her say I was better than them, that I had something they didn't…

It was wondrous!

And now she was gone like dust blown away by a gust of wind, along with all my hopes and dreams of a better future.

Maybe she was right. Maybe I really was naïve to think I could ever have a bright future. People like me – loners, outcasts – rarely had one.

Was there even any point to being a witch anymore? I had no one to teach me, no one to show me how to improve my natural talents.

I was a beginner, a mere nothing.

With her I had hopes.

Now I was back to square one.

I heard Lucifer mutter something to Crowley, and then the two of them exited the room, leaving the gate agape. I pressed my knees to my chest, curling into a fetal position, praying to all deities I could think of that my presence goes unnoticed.

My prayers were answered.

I waited until the sounds of footsteps faded before cautiously tiptoeing into the fire–lit room. I froze at the sight of Rowena lying motionless, her skin paler than usual, with her head facing the wall in an unnatural position the mere glance at which sent shivers down the back of my neck.

"Rowena?" I whispered through shivering lips, taking a slow, careful step forward.

I knew she couldn't answer, but I needed to try. I owed her that much for letting her die.

I knelt down next to her, taking her outstretched hand into mine. I flinched at the coldness of her skin, used to its usual soft warmth. The gold nail-polish still adorned her perfectly manicured fingernails. It was me who got her to try something different, picking out a random nail–polish color off the shelf of one of the stores we visited and daring her to pull it off, teasing her that she couldn't.

She more than just pulled it off. She rocked it!

"I'm sorry," I said, my thumb caressing her soft skin. What I wouldn't give for her fingers to squeeze mine just one more time, for her eyes to flutter open and lock with my own, so I could say the proper goodbye. "I love you."

Letting out a pained whimper, I brought her hand to my lips and pressed a light kiss atop it.

"I'll never forget you. You will always be my girl that wasn't really mine. I love you so much, Rowena. Always will."

All of a sudden her body stirred and I let out a shocked gasp, releasing her hand. My eyes widened at the sight of a purple light that trailed up from her leg before finally settling on her chest.

Taking a deep, sounding breath, she shot up into a sitting position, snapping her neck back into place with a crack that sent cool chills down my spine.

This can't be real, I told myself, trying my hardest to maintain my calm demeanor while my insides raged like a thousand storms. This can't be happening! Still, I kept my eyes on her, not daring to blink, not daring to make a simple move for the fear of her disappearing if I was to do so kept me frozen in place.

"Rowena?" I said softly, the word barely leaving my shock–constricted throat.

She frantically looked around before her eyes finally settled on me, allowing relief to replace the panic on her face.

She softly whispered my name, and then her eyes narrowed in fury as she hissed: "Where is he?"

"He's gone."

Without thinking of the consequences, I threw my arms around her, wrapping her in a bone-crushing hug. I didn't care how it was possible for her to be here again. I didn't care that my secret was in danger of being revealed. The only thing that mattered was Rowena; her safety, her life.

"He's gone," I whispered, over and over again, tears falling freely down my reddened face. "He's gone…"

It took a moment for Rowena to recover from the shock of my sudden actions. Her arms soon found themselves around me, rubbing gentle, soothing circles on my back.

"I'm sorry," I wept. "I'm so, so sorry."

"What're ye apologizin' for?" she asked, genuinely confused.

"I should've tried to save you," I squeaked.

"My sweet girl," she cooed, her voice sweet, nurturing, like that of a mother soothing her frightened child. "There's nothin' you could've done."

"I just stood there and watched."

The guilt will follow me to the grave.

"Ye kept yerself safe." She took a breath before continuing. "Ye were right about him. I should've listened."

"It doesn't matter. None of it does. What's important is that you're here, you're alive, and I love you so much. I thought I'd lost you and now you're here, and I don't ever want to be away from you again!"

The confession slipped from my lips before I could process what exactly I was saying. I didn't care if she rejected me, not anymore. She could send me away all she wanted; she could curse me out and laugh in my face, but she would still be here, among the living, and that was what mattered the most. Even if I didn't have her, even if I had to leave, I would know that she was safe from any harm.

I could live without her as long as she lived.

She withdrew from the hug, looking me in the eye. "What did ye say?"

"I love you, okay?"

There was no going back now. The least I could do was stand strong, show her that I meant every single word. If one thing was for certain, it was that she mentored no coward.

"I love you. I know you can't love me back, but I needed you to know that. You mean so much to me. When he… when he killed you, it was like my entire world fell apart. I've never felt more alone than when I thought I'd never see you again. You're all that I have left and the thought of living without you drives me crazy. You can laugh and say I'm naïve, but I don't care. I don't care about anything anymore. You're here and I love you. That's all that matters to me, the rest of the world be damned."

For a while she said nothing, just stared at me while I wiped the incoming tears with the back of my trembling hand, futilely, for more would come rushing after every batch I'd wipe.

Then, her hand reached for my face, the softness of her palm caressing my tear-swollen cheek. "Don't cry, darlin'."

That only made me cry more.

"Shh," she cooed, her finger tracing one of the tears that glistened on my cheek. "How long have ye felt like this?"

"Since we met," I admitted.

Rowena's face softened, taking on a guilty look. "Ye kept it a secret all this time?"

I discerned a hint of pride in her voice. She was impressed, I realized, and my heart jumped with joy. She wasn't laughing. She wasn't calling me names.

She was, I noticed happily, genuinely proud of me for managing to keep such a huge secret to myself for so long.

"You always said I was naïve for being so optimistic all the time," I explained. "I thought, if I told you how I really felt, you wouldn't want anything to do with me anymore. I thought you'd tall me to leave, so I decided to keep quiet. I didn't want to lose you. But now… I couldn't keep it in anymore. Almost losing you made me realize that I could live without you as long as you're alive."

"Nobody's leavin' anybody," she assured me.

"Aren't you freaked?" I said, trying to hide my surprise. Out of all scenarios I've thought of, this was one that I couldn't have conjured in my wildest, craziest dreams. To think she would be so calm, so damn understanding…

I never pegged her for such a gentle soul.

"Now, why would ye ask that?"

"Well, y'know… you're my mentor. My friend. I mean, if my friend", if I had one, save you, I thought bitterly, "told me she's in love with me, I'd probably be a little freaked."

"I'm not," she chuckled, waving off my concern. "I'm flattered."

I frowned. "You are?"

"Aye. No one has said they loved me in a long time. I almost forgot what it's like to hear those words."

"Is it good?"

She nodded. "I have to tell ye, I–"

"I know you can't love me back," I cut her off, pulling on a small smile. "It's okay. I understand."

"It's not that. I'm very fond of ye, Y/N."

My heart swelled with joy. "What about Lucifer?"

A look of pure anger flashed over her face at the mention of his name. "Lucifer," she spat his name, "was a mistake. An infatuation."

"I saw the way you looked at him." A tinge of jealousy crept onto my tear-stained face. "You never looked at me like that."

"Aye," she said, "I haven't. I allowed myself to fall for his lies."

She gave my cheek a tender tap.

"Ye're the only one who's never deceived me. I don't say this much, but I'm sorry."

"It's okay," I whispered softly. "Everything's okay now."

"I can't promise ye I'll be able to return yer feelings, but know that out of everyone, ye're the only one I'd trust with my life."

"That's enough for me," I told her. It was, in all honesty, more than enough. I shot her a grateful smile. "Thank you."

"It's nothin', dear."

I pulled her into another tight hug, burying my head in the crook of her neck. "Don't you dare leave me again."

"I don't plan on it."

"How did you even come back?

She rose up her dress, revealing a long, crooked scar along the upper side of her thigh. "It's a Resurrection Seal," she explained. "When you've lived through what I have, you learn to be prepared."

I reached to touch it, running my finger over the protruding bit of skin. "Does it hurt?"

"Not anymore."

I nodded in understanding. "Why didn't you tell me about it?"

"It was a secret," she said guiltily. "I suppose I should have told ye."

"Yes, you should have."

It came out a tad harsher than it was supposed to and I instantly felt bad. As angry as I was, the sane part of me knew she had no ill intentions. It was, after all, supposed to be a secret. The less people that knew, the better.

Still, that didn't change the fact that, despite admitting to trusting me with her life, she never once thought it important to mention that she had a failsafe in case things went south.

"No more secrets, okay?" I asked, prompting her to give a decisive nod.

"I promise."

There wasn't a shred of doubt that her words were true. It was sudden, but she really had changed. She wasn't the same person she was a mere few hours ago. This was a new, better Rowena I was talking to, and I knew, I knew it with all my heart, that she wasn't lying to me.

"Can I have one of those seals?" I asked. I was in no hurry to die, especially now that I had a chance to win the girl of my dreams.

"Of course," she said.

"Will it hurt?"

"Not as much as death."

She had a point there.

I let out a small chuckle. "We should go before he comes back."

She instinctively looked around. "Where did he go?"

"I don't know, but he could be back anytime. We wasted enough time already."

Talking about our feelings. In the very heart of Hell, no less. At the very least we weren't cliché when it came to location. How many people can say they professed their love in Hell?

Rising to my feet, I helped Rowena get on hers, my hand tightly squeezing hers. Feeling brave, I leaned in and pressed a light kiss to her cheek, shooting her a bright smile.

She frowned, a small, playful smile creeping onto her lips. "What was that for?"

I smiled. "Everything."

#rowena #rowena x reader #rowena imagine #spn imagine #supernatural imagine #spn #supernatural

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i-hope-youre-hopeful · 4 years

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Just did a Bad Thing™

And I’m embarrassingly really jazzed about it lol. Okay let’s just start way back at the top. SO. I had no plans for New Year’s Eve and I tried to make plans but I just couldn’t. I finally resigned myself to the fact that I simply would do nothing until John said he and Hailey were going to hang out at Haileys if I wanted to come. I heavily debated and ultimately decided to go. It was a lot of fun! We had snacks and played tons of Cards Against Humanity and drank sparkling grape juice (among other things) and watched My Immortal and listened to dumb Tik Tok music and it was just a really good time. So basically Hailey invited her friend Elle and she was cool I liked her, and Elle invited her friend Chase. Hailey and Elle could NOT stop hyping chase up and talking about how cool he was and even John was like “he’s such a Chad, he’s like Adam burton but even more wholesome.” Which is a high compliment for John lol. Anyway he got there and I didn’t make a big deal out of it even though Elle and Hailey were like he’s here!!!!! When he came downstairs John was like “it’s Chase!” And I was like “oh wow is that THE Chase Lomont?” And anyway we all got introduced and settled in and started playing Cards Against Humanity. I sat next to Chase and literally within a minute of me being there he had let me try his drink and had me smell this sparkling water or whatever that smelled like PineSol so we were like already talking to one another. Anyway he accidentally brushed my knee with his knee while we were both sitting Indian style and was like “oh sorry” and I was like nah ur good but then I kind of just moved my knee closer and we just sat with our knees touching the whole game and after a while he would like tease me a little about cards and stuff and u know just some good #Bants. Later I handed him a card and he was like “omg your hands are so cold!!!” And grabbed my hands and was like “I feel like I need to warm them for you.” So he held my hands a minute and Elle was like “my hands are cold too!” And I grabbed her hand and was like omg our hands are the same temperature! But Hailey felt both our hands and said mine were definitely colder and Chase kept holding them for a minute. He held them again later and was like “seriously you need to stop these are so cold.” And I was like “I’m not doing it on purpose!” And he was like “yeah right, you’re probably doing it on purpose just so I’ll hold your hands.” And I was like “oh shoot what can I say...” and he was like “it’s okay I’m just using it as an excuse anyway.” And I was like UM OK.

I kept trying to make strong eye contact when I talked to him and he wouldn’t look away. He sang something and I did that little “oh yeah?” Thing to tease him like John always does to me. Eventually he lost the game and was like “it’s hard not being funny!” And I put my hand on his thigh and was like “it’s okay, I’m sure you have other qualities.” And he was like “no I don’t! It’s not okay!” And I was like “I’m sure you do. I don’t know what they would be but you must!” And anyway he got all dramatic and lay dead on the floor and I went upstairs to the bathroom and evidently while I was gone he asked the rest of the group if I was single and they were like “yup go for it.” And anyway I got back and I was like okay it’s OVER over now but I sat back in my original spot next to him and Elle put on a comedy thing on tv so I moved Chase’s backpack and sat next to him leaning against a big chair but it kept moving back. Oh also at some point he was lifting a weight and clearly trying to look like it was effortless and he was like telling me to do it which I obviously couldn’t bc I have no upper body strength and he was like “oh come on it’s easy!” And I could SO tell he was showing off and I was like sir.... you’re acting like we’re in third grade but this is still totally working on me. Anyway so when we were leaning against the chair that kept moving back he was like “we should probably just sit in it tbh.” And I was like haha yeah ok :) but I was nervous so instead of sitting down I started cleaning up everyone’s dishes and throwing trash away for Hailey lol. Then I sat back down and just almost got comfy and I really wanted to get comfy so bad bc I thought something could happen but I knew Hailey was exhausted so I told Elle and Chase that we needed to go home so Hailey and John could go to bed. Elle said she was spending the night so I was like “ok well Chase and I need to leave then.” So we left at the same time and John walked us out and closed the door and I told Chase not to slip and die on the driveway bc it was Icy but he said that’s why it’s fun!! So he raced me to the bottom of the driveway by sliding down on the ice and then we did it again and again. Eventually we just started sliding all the way down the road and talking while we were sliding. He said something about someone saying he was cute and I was like “it must be hard being so attractive.” And he was like “I’m not!” And I was like “yeah right.” He told me about his school and his work and his theatre stuff. John came out and told us to shut up and go home so I made for the car. We stopped outside my car and talked for a minute.

I was like “dude I’m getting so cold I’m gonna get in” and he was like oh man yeah sorry I’ll let you go and I was like ..I mean you can come in if you want... and he was like “yeah maybe for just a minute.” And I SO KNEW IT WAS ON. Anyway long story short he told me about all his trauma and I told him all about mine and we held hands the whole time to keep mine warm. I said something about glasses and he pulled out a pair and put them on and was like “see they help me see cute people. Thank you for giving me something to see.” Or something like that anyway we just sat in the dark and talked for a really really long time. Eventually i mentioned that I was left handed and he said “oh I have to show you this meme then!” And he just started showing me all the memes in his saved on IG. I got closer and closer to him to see them better and idk but I’d swear he was pulling the phone closer on purpose so I’d have to get closer to him. I just gently rested my hand on his leg and eventually we were so close our heads were resting on each other. He said something to me about one of the memes and turned to look at me and our faces were about an inch away from each other. Instinctively I wanted to move away to be within the friendly amount of personal space but I knew he was doing this to test and see if it was okay to be that close so I stayed that close and maintained eye contact. He looked back down at his phone until he saw something else to talk about and he turned and looked me in the eye again, our lips were literally within two inches of each other and we just joked about the meme. I looked into his eyes and they were so pretty and blue and framed so nicely by his glasses in the dark with just the dash lights and his phone lighting up his face. I made some comment related to the meme about liking to kill people and hide their bodies and he said “how do you do that?” And I said “you’ll see later.” At this point he laughed and looked back down at his phone until he saw something about the going back in time to kill Hitler moral predicament so he said “should they kill him?” And I said “yes” and we were trying to argue about it but I don’t think either of us could focus very well because we were so close our noses were literally touching while we argued. Eventually, still an inch apart while talking, he said “I guess there’s no good answer. What are we gonna do?” And I said “I don’t know, what *are* we gonna do?” And all at once he just turned his face and closed his eyes and I closed my eyes and our lips met.

It was a longish kiss, probably like 20-30 seconds tbh. I pulled back a little and he pulled away and said “I apologize.” And I was like “no oh gosh it’s okay don’t worry.” And he was like “I literally never do this” and I was like “yeah kind of a first for me too.” Which I knew in his case was a lie because Elle said he makes out with girls and fucks girls ALL the time bc like literally everyone just LOVES him and he can’t say no so like I knew going in what he was like and he told me all about his girl troubles beforehand but anyway. I was like “I should get going” and he opened the door and started to leave and was like “once again I’m so sorry I wasn’t going to do this you were just really pretty and nice and -“ and I was like “no no it’s okay it really doesn’t have to mean anything it was just a kiss” and he was like “are you sure?” And I was like “oh yeah definitely that’s like for the best honestly I mean maybe it was a mistake but I feel like it’s fine” and he got back in the car and looked at me and said “maybe we should try it again just to make sure” and we were already midway to kissing again and I was like “oh yeah probably couldn’t hurt.” So we kissed again and this time it was deeper and he slowly took off his glasses and he sucked on my lips and started using his tongue and even just barely nibbling and it was so good like he knew exactly what to do and I just followed and mimicked him and then he pulled away and was like “we should get going” and I was like “oh definitely yeah let’s go” and he leaned in to kiss my forehead but I thought he was going back in so I went for his lips and he was like “I was just going to kiss your foreheads but I -“ and then our lips were together again and in between kisses I was like “sorry - I guess - that -would’ve been sweeter -“ and he just hummed “mhmm” and we kept making out. I pulled away and he said “okay seriously were done I’m not doing that again I swear!” And he put his glasses back on and got up to leave. And then I told him to go and to drive safe and he said “sure, on one condition” and he leaned in and I said “I mean if you insist” and we made out for like, several straight minutes. I put my hand behind his head and he had one hand cupping my cheek and the other around my back.

Okay I’m almost done but I really have to finish later I’m exhausted :(

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withoutjoy · 5 years

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courage of stars,

yifan/oc canon compliant 765 w

a.n: yes, i wrote a kris/slight self-insert oc fic early in my descent to the chasm that is exo. do i regret it? a little. but it was written when i still have all of my braincells, so ig i should post this here as well. wrote this during the actual silent day three years ago? and was obsessed with sleeping at last.

"Come on, Fan! Wake up!"

Wu Yifan rolled to his stomach, stuffing his face back onto the pillows. His muffled voice was still thick with sleep as he whined "Baobei... You said we can't be seen out here."

"Doesn't mean we can't go outside." Kiran pulled one of his limbs to the floor. The female had a small grin upon her sharp features. "Now get your lazy butt up and follow me."

He let out a small grunt before pushing himself off the bed. "Fine… But don’t blame me if we get caught..."

“We won’t~! Don’t worry!” She smirked as she tugged on his pointer finger with her entire hand to follow her. Oddly, it’s still not enough to completely envelope the entire length.

A slight smile complimented Yifan’s expression, his eyes gazed adoringly into the back of his fiancee. Funny how this 5’3 ft female could pull a 6’0 ft male into following her when she could barely lift herself off the bed in the mornings.

Today was the 9th of March, the day where the people in the island of Bali celebrates what they call as 'Nyepi'. According to the locals, Nyepi is a day reserved for self-reflection, and as such, anything that might interfere with that purpose is restricted. The main restrictions are no lighting fires (and lights must be kept low); no working; no entertainment or pleasure; no traveling; and, for some, no talking or eating at all.

At first, Yifan was beyond confused when his Canadian-Indonesian blooded girlfriend suddenly pulled him to board a plane to Bali on March 7th--two days before the said celebration. He was still lying on his bare stomach on a bed in their shared condominium in Toronto, Canada when Kiran shook him awake, saying that they're going to miss their plane if he doesn't wake up right then. He was supposed to be filming for a scene for the action movie he's starring in at the 10th, but she retorted that she already spoke to his manager that they were going to attend her family's gathering on the 9th and will already board on the plane back by night time.

Of course, that was a huge, blatant lie.

To say that his manager was furious after discovering the truth behind the date would be an understatement. He demanded that Yifan take the earliest flight on March 9th morning, but the airport had already closed down from 6 am and there was no operating taxi or bus that could take them back to the city.

Yifan wasn't even mad--he only stared in disbelief with his drowsy eyes as Kiran took the courtesy to answer the call. It was 5 AM local time when the pair was awaken by the sound of Yifan's phone vibrating against the rattan nightstand. The sight of her naked figure holding onto the recliner to cover her bare chest on that exact morning was still fresh in the back of his mind, soft orange glow from the night lamp on her side accentuating the luscious curves of her body.

He wasn't surprised if Kiran knew exactly that the airport will be closed for the whole day at March 9th, and that tourists are not exempted from following through Nyepi's traditions. For the past few years of dating her, he wondered if she was born reckless or she spent too much time dealing with self-absorbed celebrities and senior designers that she lost all inhibition to think before she act. Nobody--even himself--fooled his manager and actually got away with it. Nobody.

And there was Sasikirana; his girlfriend who just 'abducted' him to the other side of the world just to have him for herself. What was that word she'd curse under her breaths after dealing with exhausting sponsors?

Ah, manusia sinting.

"I'm sorry, James. I really forgot," if he couldn't see the shit-eating grin that inhabited her usually stern features, he would've bought the regretful tone in her voice as a genuine apology. "Yeah--no, hey! Excuse you! I'm aware that we have Silent day this month! I just forgot today is the day." Kiran twirled her shoulder-length strands, eyes rolling at whatever crap his manager was sprouting to her. And from the sudden raise in her voice, he was probably saying something about her being ungrateful enough to forget her own roots.

Yifan watched with bleary eyes as the female continued to mock his manager with her worst impression of him, rolling her eyes upwards while making the shape of a bird's beak with her fingers. "Yeah, yeah. We'll catch the earliest flight to LA by the 10th. Don't worry. Bye."

Kiran swiftly pressed the red button on the monitor of Yifan's phone before setting it back to the nightstand by their bedside. Her grin was still plastered upon her face, even after realizing that her boyfriend has been staring at her with quirked eyebrows.

"What?"

Yifan suddenly let out an approving nod, slow-clapping in mock fascination. His voice was still thick with sleep. "Very impressive, Ms. LeBlanc."

Kiran let out a prideful snort as she leaned closer to place a kiss onto her boyfriend's lips, in which Yifan saw as an opportunity to snake his arms around the female's waist and pull her back inside the recliner with him. A melodious giggle coddled his ears as he placed another kiss on her forehead, fingers buried in her disheveled dark locks.

"I bet you'll be a better actor than I am if you actually auditioned for a movie." Yifan muttered sleepily against the female's forehead, his toned arms pulling her body tighter to his.

He could feel her lips stretch into a grin on his collarbones. "You're welcome, Fan." She gave the bone a soft peck, and Yifan felt a slight shiver shot through his spine.

"Are you joking me, baobei?" Despite his attempt to put on a serious expression, Yifan couldn't help but smirk. And he thought his stamina was high. "Again? We've only slept for like, an hour."

The female let out another chuckle before she pinched his lower abdomen as her answer, earning a low groan from him. "Lucky number seven, right fanfan?" She whispered as she nipped at his lower lips.

A predatory growl rumbled in his chest. "Oh, you're asking for it you little tease."

And they spent their whole day just like that; slow passionate sex, showering together (and another round, of course), cuddling on the messy bed while catching up with each other's stories, falling asleep in a mess of entangled limbs, watching TV with the lowest volume possible, falling asleep once more because the low TV volume were more of a lullaby than a distraction. It wasn't that romantic, but it's just what they needed.

With Yifan's recent breakthrough as one of Hollywood's most successful newcomers and Kiran's clothing line being featured in the annual London Fashion Week, they barely had time to spend with each other. Sure, they still get to Skype between their schedules, but that wasn't even close to enough.

Don't get it wrong; she has been the most supportive girlfriend he's had in years, and their relationship has gone to that stage where they both support each other's career so much that people wonder if their relationship was staged in order to gain more popularity for the both of them. But there was countless times when Yifan wanted to leave his job and fly to wherever Kiran was just to bury his nose into her strawberry-scented hair, or the latter greeting him on video chat with puffy eyes that are obviously not from designing too much dresses.

He made a mental note to lecture her about messing with his schedules later and cutting off several years of his manager's lifespan. Now? He gotta enjoy the moment while it lasts. Not often that he gets a break from his strenuous activities, especially now that his a not-so sane girlfriend is there within his arms, away from the buzz and noise of the city.

Then again, that was one of the many reasons why he chose her to be his future wife.

His bleary eyes were greeted by complete darkness as they reached the patio door of Kiran’s villa. After napping for what felt like 3 hours, Yifan’s eyes had to adjust to the darkness that engulf the usually lantern-lit pathway. The swimming pool bounced the reflection of the warm moonlight, providing a natural lighting that somehow sent Yifan a comforting vibe.

Kiran continued to tug at his finger until they reached the terrace swing located by the pool. "Okay, sit down." She instructed. Yifan lazily rested his posterior to the plush surface of the swing as told. The dark-haired female then rummaged the side pockets of her shorts, fishing out her IPhone and two sets of earphones with one of them being attached to a double jack.

The female continued to fumble with the device in her hand as she plugged the double jack in, then smoothed out a pair of earphones for her to use. Yifan’s gaze continued to rest upon her preoccupied figure before she finally sat down next to him, legs splayed on top of his lap after inserting the earphones inside her ears. "Put this on." She handed him the other pair of earphones.

“Why can’t we share?” Yifan asked, although he did as she said. Kiran took care to not let the light leak too much to divulge their presence to the security men by covering the side with her unoccupied palm, automatically covering it for him to peek through.

“It sounds better if you wear the two of them.” She replied, eyes never leaving the screen of her phone while her thumb scrolled on the glass surface. From the rapid scrolling of album artworks that reflected upon her clear brown eyes, Yifan guessed that she was looking for a particular song.

There’s a brief moment of silence before a violin starts playing from the earbuds, and realization immediately dawned upon him.

“Saturn?” he turned to face Kiran, whom just made herself comfortable by snuggling against him, head resting upon his broad shoulder. “You really love this song, huh?”

She merely let out a chuckle, arms snaking around the male this time. As if this position isn’t close enough for her, isn’t warm enough. Kiran had always been the clingiest one out of the two. “It helped me go through a lot of things, and I thought the song fits this.”

As if on cue, she tilted her head towards the sky with Yifan following suit.

What greets them is a sky glimmering with stars. There’s no clouds, no fog, nothing. Just a massive horizon of mountains stretching before them and starry skies above it.

“Since there’s no pollution or light, the air is clear and you can see the stars.” Her tone changes into something melancholic. Quiet. “This is my favorite part of Silent Day since I was just a kid.”

“And... I wanted to share this with you. Because in my entire life of listening this song while staring out to the sky from my window, I’ve always imagined I’m going to share this moment with the person that I love in the future.”

Then, turning to face Yifan, Kiran lets out a small smile. “I love you, Wu Yifan.”

#mine #fic #kris/oc

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