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carlosfruitsnacks · 2 years

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no but like— rockstar carlos with this song 🤭🤭

https://open.spotify.com/track/5uffB0o1ruF4O5o3KOelvu?si=THp_7wXMRLaWBxP5Lcqnrw&utm_source=copy-link

😍😍😍

"hopelessly devoted to you"

PART 2

summary:

— Friends, it's the only way Carlos knew you saw him as. He was so sick of being stuck in the friend zone so, with his last given chance, he decides to shoot his shot by dedicating a song to you at his gig.

genre:

— songfic & modern au

notes:

— gender-neutral reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me.

warning/s:

— mild cussing

a/n:

— omg as soon as i listened to the song, it's already giving me Carlos energy hehehe

Not a day passes without Carlos' eyes getting distracted by the mere sight of you. It has always remained that way, you being so close to him yet too far to reach. He's aware that he's been longing for his best friend. He was caught between being contented with the friendship and absolutely hating it. Carlos could never find the reason why he fell for you out of all the people in the world.

Countless nights did Carlos spent playing guitar up in his room, simply singing sad songs about you and his yearning to move past the friendship. He has written plenty enough songs to form an album but he'd always kept these songs hidden in a drawer. Carlos was brilliant in disguising his feelings for you but he's afraid that he can't keep the secret any longer. One day he'll accidentally puke all of his romantic emotions for you and he's terrified that it'll make you never want to talk to him again.

"Hey, Carlos? Dude, are you even listening?"

You snap a finger in front of his face. Carlos quickly collects himself and shoots you a scoff as he fixes his hair. His eyes began to linger again as he watched you blabber god knows what. He's besotted with the way you're simply you when together. You're so honest, open-minded, and patient with him that it's beginning to drive him insane. Carlos questioned if he deserved to be a part of your life.

"You doing okay, Carlos? You've been zoning out a lot"

"Estoy bien. Just a bit tired"

"Not getting any good sleep?"

"Yeah"

This is your fault because you're always in my mind that it's hard to fall asleep

Carlos frowned. He's so sick and tired of being stuck like this. Don't get him wrong, his friendship with you was insanely precious to him. But he wished for something more, something you'll possibly never give him. He sighed and walked you home for today. As you were about to shut the door, he stops you and it catches you off guard. You noticed the troubled expression on his face.

"[Name] I...I need to tell you something"

"Oh, sure! What is it?"

You see Carlos purse his lips, his eyes darted around avoiding yours. You can tell he had a lot in mind but you have no idea what he wanted to say.

"I...I think"

"You think, what?"

"[Name], I have..."

Oh for fuck's sake Carlos spit it out!

Carlos' brain screamed at him yet his mouth refused to say his feelings for you. It felt like an absolute disaster stuttering at your doorstep unable to profess his love for you. Carlos believed he was the most stupidest and cowardly person on earth right now. Just when he thinks there's nothing that can save him right now, his mind suddenly comes up of a quick idea.

"I think you should come to my gig this weekend"

"Oh! Okay! Why not? I'd love to see my best friend play with his band"

You agreed and Carlos forced a smile on, hiding the ache he got when you called him your best friend. The moment you softly shut the door, he went sprinting back home. He threw himself to his bed and grabbed the nearest pillow to scream against it. When he pulls away to breath, Carlos sees his brother giving him an odd look, he throws a pillow at him.

"Get the hell out, Camilo!"

"Bro we literally share rooms!"

"I don't care! Leave!"

Carlos stood up to push Camilo out the door but the latter resisted, further driving Carlos frustrated. Camilo leans against the doorframe and inspected his brother. Carlos' cheeks looked tinted than usual, he was sweating all over, and his lip was quivering. All of a sudden, he hears sniffing.

"Holy shit, are you...crying?"

"¡No! ¡Cállate!"

Carlos shouted as he faced away and wiped his eyes furiously. Camilo, deciding to be more empathetic than usual, comes closer to his brother and gave him a side-hug.

"Hey, what's wrong, hermano?"

"I fucking hate myself so much"

"What happened?"

"I...I wanted to confess to [Name] earlier but my stupid mouth couldn't say it. I felt like a fucking bafoon stumbling over my words in front of them"

Camilo lightly chuckled at him but Carlos hits him by the shoulder. Camilo yelped and sighed as he continued to comfort his brother.

"Look, there's plenty of people out there. I'm sure you'll move on from [Name]"

"Camilo I can't, I'm...I'm hopelessly devoted to them"

"Yikes, buddy"

Carlos felt embarrassed to say any of this to his brother, he's sure that Camilo is going to use it against him one day but he's too emotional at the moment to prevent it. Ubeknowst to him, his twin brother formed a plan in mind. Camilo shakes Carlos' shoulder.

"Hey, you have a gig this weekend right?"

"So? What about it?"

"I think I have a plan"

"Oh please, save it, I'm too busy wailing about my unrequited love"

"Ay, dios mio, ven aquí"

Camilo groaned as he dragged Carlos to him and elaborated his plan. For the first time, Carlos finds himself thankful for his twin brother.

Never did Carlos expected to get severely nervous before the start of his gig.He was currently preparing backstage with his bandmates as he tried to calm down. Carlos hoped to see your face in crowd. Later, when it was his cue to enter the stage, your face was the first he saw. There you were, smiling encouragingly at him on the front row, his heart swooned by it.

There was a mixture of nervousness and confidence within Carlos yet he urges to play his guitar and let his voice ring amongst the crowd. Meanwhile in the audience, you cheered for Carlos as he performs songs with his band. He was truly talented and you were genuinely having a great time. It was near he end of the gig when the music died down and he pressed his lips closer to the mic.

"I would like to dedicate a song for a special someone in the crowd right now"

The audience cheers and you clapped, wondering who this special someone was. You were not expecting Carlos to lock his eyes on you and smiled.

"Hey [Name], this is for you"

He says and it mometarily makes your heart stop beating. All of a sudden, an old tune was played by the band as you watched Carlos passionately strum his guitar.

"Guess mine is not the first heart broken"

"My eyes are not the first to cry"

"I'm not the first to know"

"There's just no getting over you"

Carlos sings and remained his gaze on you, stealing every breath in your lungs. You took note of the look of yearning in his eyes, it merely looks sad and it worries you.

"I know I'm just a fool who's willing"

"To sit around and wait for you"

"But baby, can't you see"

"There's nothing else for me to do"

"I'm hopelessly devoted to you"

Your staring made his eyes go wet but he blinks the tears away. Carlos can feel himself crumble slowly with every lyric he sings. The chorus kicks in.

"But now, there's nowhere to hide"

"Since you pushed my love aside"

"I'm out of my head, hopelessly devoted to you"

"Hopelessly devoted to you"

Even with the crowd singing along with him, you couldn't find yourself doing the same. You were too busy processing the song he dedicated to you. Various emotions surfaced and you don't know how to react. But you were awestruck by Carlos singing along with the wonderful music.

"My head is saying "Fool, forget them"

"My heart is saying, "Don't let go"

"Hold on to the end. That's what I intend to do"

"I'm hopelessly devoted to you"

Carlos continued. He desperately wanted to look away but your eyes were begging for him to glue his gaze on you. He couldn't tell what you were feeling by the look on your face. Carlos couldn't barely stand the thought you probably weren't enjoying what he was doing but he held on to what little hope that he has left that you were somehow hiding feelings from him too.

"But now, there's nowhere to hide"

"Since you pushed my love aside"

"I'm out of my head, hopelessly devoted to you"

"Hopelessly devoted to you"

You feel your skin tingle solely by Carlos' voice as the song comes to an end. When the crowd roared, it was safe to say they were impressed seeing the rockstar suddenly sing an old song at the gig. Even if it was unlikely of him, you liked it. So, as the gig ends. You come searching for him backstage. You search in the band's dressing room.

"Carlos?"

"Oh, you missed him, [Name]. The dude already left seconds ago, he looked like he was in a hurry"

One of his bandmates told you. Now, left with puzzlement, you stood there thinking what to do. Why did Carlos flee? You didn't understand. You were left to walk home alone and lie awake on your bed.

"Oh, Carlos, if only you knew..."

You muttered with a frown. Just when he sang that song for you, he left too early that he didn't get to hear you say you liked him too. Carlos never got to know that he's the one that you want.

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imaginativewriter23 · 2 years

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Secret Office Romance - Dokja x Reader Headcannons

Read "Slow burn office romance" here

Summary: Imagine you're in a relationship with Dokja but work policies don't allow romantic relationships between workers 😗

Warning(s): Rule breaking, malicious intentions, mentions of harassment, grammatical errors.

SO, Dokja finally came through with his 5 year plan of your slow burn relationship and confessed

Or you cut it down to 2 or 3 years and made the move which got him shook

Either way, you're both very happy in your romantic relationship together 🥰

BUT, unfortunately, the workplace rules say that there are no fraternizing between employees

And we all know Minosoft is corrupt cuz they let hoe Myeongoh Han run around and hit on girls (you and Sangah)

So when you both became official, you had a discussion about work

You both needed the job cuz life is expensive where's Daisuke Kambe when you need him?

And y'all weren't in that stage of a relationship to move in together and rely on another financially (bitch plz, we all know we'd move in with Dokja in a heartbeat)

It was mutual to keep the relationship a secret from work and be more lovey dovey in private

It wasn't difficult since Dokja isn't into PDA despite totally wanting to hug and kiss your cute face whenever he can

And even though all you wanna do is smother him in cuddles and kisses, you must resist 💩

It doesn't become much of an issue since you two just act the same as you were before becoming official

Most *cough* all of the office knew you two were close since boi never socialized with anyone until you walked in

You both totally send cute texts to each other like: "I wish I could hold you right now" or "Can't wait to kiss you on our date tonight"

SPEAKING OF DATES, your dates are literally the most chill

You literally go to each other's houses, you sit on his lap or he lays on your shoulder and you both read the latest chapter of TWSA 🥺

Best. Date. Ever.

When the two of you are alone in the coffee room, break room, or walking to the rooftop and no one is around; Dokja will slide his hand to your lower back since he's touched deprived 😩

I mean, HE BEEN TOUCH DEPRIVED FOR 28 YEARS. How does the company expect him to wait 9-5 for his kisses and cuddles 🤨

When the manager chews him out for the most stupidest thing but let's you off the hook, you give the most meanest glare ever

You even hug Dokja in front of the manager (since you're their favourite and they're just discriminating) because they won't do anything to you and you need to comfort your man

If Dokja has a bad day because of a coworker or higher up, you take him to the rooftop and discreetly hold his pinky

If there seems to be no one on the rooftop, you'll push his head into your shoulder and whisper thats it's okay

Suddenly he feels all better after that

Dokja isn't the type to flex but those are one of the times he wants to show you off

But he can't or else you'll both lose your jobs 😭

Now, some workers don't like how close you're getting to Dokja

Especially, Myeongoh Han. He switches in between flirting with you and Sangah bitch

When one of you turn his offers down, he runs to the other.

But now that he's been noticing Dokja's close relationship with you, he's been chasing after you now

He's probably one of those toxic types that go: "Oh you've said and shown you're not interested in me? WELP, now I'm gonna go after you even more"

Before this idiot never visited the QA team and suddenly he's here everyday 🤮

Best boi, Dokja, always texts you when he sees Myeongoh and he'll do his best to drive him away

You'll hide in the bathroom or something while Dokja chases Myeongoh away from your desk

He's not very confrontational, but he'll make an excuse like "Oh, she has a day off today" or he'll flex and say "no, she can't join you for dinner. We're going out for food after work."

If you can't avoid him, Dokja is always watching from afar and if he gets a text from you or you look uncomfortable, he is running to you 🏃‍♂️

When Myeongoh Han asks if you want to get lunch during your break, you tell him that you only have lunch with Dokja 😁

And he's pissed but Dokja is smiling proudly in the background

When Myeongoh bothers you all the time, it's another time where Dokja wishes he could show you off and kiss you in public

Tbh, Myeongoh doesn't really care for women, he just wants to tic off Dokja

And that tics you off so you make sure to turn down all his offers and tell him it's because you like hanging out with Dokja better 🤭

That's not a lie

ANYWAYS. You and Dokja commute home together! He purposely found a subway route home that also connects with your route

Though you still have to be cautious since some co-workers also commute home

BUT it's an easy excuse for physical affection!

You'll cling onto his shirt or arm because you're "afraid of falling"

And he'll wrap his arm around your waist because "he doesn't want you to get hurt or lost"

Both are true and valid but they make great excuses if you're ever caught by a coworker

Truth is, you still have to be cautious during outside dates like going to a cafe or mall

Obviously the company is surrounded with food, cafes, grocery stores, and malls for convenience

Although you can be less conservative in the area, it sucks to look around to see if you recognize anyone before going for a kiss

The only real time you get to be a couple is when you're at one of your apartments

Which is fine since that's what Dokja feels the most comfortable with! #introvertteam!

If he sleeps over at your house or vice versa, he'll leave earlier for work so it doesn't look sus

But guess what? Because he leaves earlier, you get to give him a kiss goodbye even tho you'll see him in like 30 min

It's the best because if you meet at work there are no good morning smooches

Probs gonna make a part 2 cuz this is already way too long

#omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #kim dokja #orv kim dokja #dokja kim x reader #dokja x reader #kim dokja x reader #dokja kim #omniscient reader x reader

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scxrlettwxtches · 3 years

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love me, love me not | bang chan

genre: angst, humor, fluff, college!au, female!reader

warnings: slight swearing, not edited ahhh

prompt: argument leading kissing

description: when chan rejected you, you never expected that it would become the catalyst for your love story, rather than the end of it. but, life and a few welcome matchmakers have a way of playing with fate.

word count: ~6.5k+

a/n: hi, anon! im so so sorry for the wait. i totally had a writer’s block while writing this, and im super sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted...i tweaked the prompt ever so slightly, but i hope you still like it! >.< it’s also wayyy longer than i’d predicted haha oops. as always, my ask box is open if anyone wants to be friends! love you all! <3

It took a total of three days and five hours for Chan to realize he might've fucked up.

When the thought first appeared in his head, he dismissed it out of indignation. How could it have been his fault?! He didn't know you were going to confess. He didn't know he was hurting you by jumping around from girl to girl.

"You... you're what?" Chan stuttered, his pace faltering to a stop as he tried to process your words.

"I'm in love with you," you repeated, stopping in your tracks as you turned to face him, your hands gripping the straps of your backpack tightly.

"I have been for years," you said plainly, looking into his eyes with a simple gaze.

Chan stammered, and for the first time, his mouth worked before his brain and he blurted out the stupidest response he could've conjured up, "I already have a date tonight."

You flinched as if he’d slapped you hard across the face, showing visible hurt at his careless words. You were always the collected one, always the person that could flash a smile even in the most uncomfortable circumstances. It felt weird, uncomfortable even to see you waver.

When you replied to him, you had already recovered, your face passive and your voice steady, "I know. I helped you set it up, dipshit," you said with a dry smile.

"Then, why would you say this now?" Chan felt churlishly ungrateful. How dare you tell him now? Right when he finally scored that girl he'd been secretly pining after for days. It had taken so much effort, and you'd know because it was only through your shared internship with her that this date even became possible.

Oh, he was being so callous, so insensitive. And yet, you showed nothing more than a flash of hurt in your eyes, a sign he had clearly missed while he was too busy worrying about himself.

“Because you asked me if I liked anyone, and I didn’t have any reason to lie to you,” you shrugged indifferently before checking your watch, “Oh, you’re going to be late. I’ll walk the rest of the way by myself.”

And without waiting for another response from him, you turned on your heels and walked down your street without the one companion you’ve had all your life. It was lonelier than you thought it would be.

Ever since that day, Chan’s relationship with you had irrevocably changed. He still saw you every day, still walked you to your classes and spent his lunch period with you at the nearby cafe, but a large chasm had opened in your relationship, a divide of unspeakable topics after you’d so bluntly confessed to him and unknowingly sent him into an existential crisis.

“How was the date?”

Speaking of the devil, Chan choked on his chocolate milkshake as you interrupted his thoughts, "I'm sorry, what did you say?" he wheezed, hitting his chest to catch his breath.

You gave him a strange look, clearly sensing his discomfort, but making no moves to resolve the situation as you looked back down at your notes.

“I asked how the date was,” you repeated, scribbling as you jotted down some of the main points from your textbook, “Didn’t you have one? Two days ago?”

“O-oh, right,” Chan nodded, clearing his throat deliberately, “Yeah, it was good, I guess.”

Truthfully, Chan did not remember the date very well. What was her name? Miyeon? Mina? Fuck, was he suffering from early memory loss already? She was quite pretty; he remembered how she looked very vaguely, dressed in a prim and proper manner and carrying herself with grace.

And yet, the one thing that Chan clearly did remember was that he felt nothing.

There was no spark. No instant realization that the girl before him was the one. No dramatic eye contact or k-drama OST to make up for awkward silences.

All in all, it seemed like it was another fail.

You sensed his dejected mood as always, and nudged his still hand on the table, “Hey, it’s alright. Not all dates are supposed to go well. You’re bound to have a few misses.”

“That’s the thing! It hasn’t been just a few misses! It’s been all misses!” Chan bemoaned as he let his head slump onto the table, and he couldn’t ignore the wry smile that crossed your face.

“You just haven’t found the right person yet, and that’s okay,” you chuckled, petting his soft hair. Chan let out an appreciative hum, his eyes automatically closing at the soothing sensation. Your hands felt nice, your pets were always comforting. It would be even better if you’d run your hands through his hair while he--

Wait, what?

Chan shook his head quickly, messing up his soft hair and causing you to pull away, much to his disappointment. What was that? His brain was traveling a mile a minute and the image that flashed in his head--his head on your lap, peaceful and domestic as you pressed kisses to his face while you carded your fingers through his hair--

“Oh, by the way. I’m going on a date tomorrow.”

It was like his dream shattered before his very eyes as you glanced at your nails, the scratching off another fleck of your black nail polish. Chan was genuinely caught off guard by the weird, sickly emotion in his gut as the words you uttered finally processed through his thick brain.

“W-what?” Chan failed to hide the surprise, but he somehow managed to hide the faint sense of disappointment. He shouldn't feel that, right? Friends should always support one another! Friends should always want them to be happy and find someone, right?

He didn't exactly feel those two things at the moment, and the guilt only added to the sickly feeling.

"Who?" Chan asked, trying not to sound bitter.

If you heard the unusual emotion in his voice--which you probably did--you didn't comment on it, "It's the school dance captain, Minho? He asked me out yesterday."

An image of the unfairly handsome, sharp-eyed, dashing dance captain, Lee Minho, appeared in Chan's head. He was the perfect man, of course. Literally Adonis of the modern age. Chan didn’t even know that you and him were friends, much less close enough to schedule dates.

“How do you know him? You’re not exactly the cream of the crop when it comes to dance, or anything physical for that matter--ow!”

You rolled your eyes as you pulled your hand back, watching as he rubbed his forehead dramatically, “We have computer science together, asshole. And he’s a good friend of Jisung.”

“Everyone’s a good friend of Jisung’s,” Chan muttered under his breath, still reeling from your harsh attack, “Why does it have to be Minho?”

He hadn’t planned on you catching his latter question, but seeing the raise of your eyebrow and the immediate change in expression to something slightly more guarded, you asked, “Oh? And what’s wrong with Minho?”

Chan stiffened at the defensive question, feeling his blood grow hot. Of course there wasn’t anything wrong with Minho. He was surprisingly warm-hearted, smart, funny, and a phenomenal dancer. There was nothing wrong with him, and yet, Chan felt a red hot jealousy and anger bubble out of his lips as he blurted out:

“I just don’t want you going with him.”

Oh, that came out wrong. That came out so very wrong.

“And who are you to tell me what to do, Christopher Bang?” your voice was cold and closed off, using his full name as you only did when you were furious.

Chan flinched at your tone, feeling more hurt than he thought he would. But, at the same time, he bristled in frustration. You didn’t understand what he was feeling. (He didn’t understand it either.)

“He’s not good for you, Y/N,” he lied, avoiding your piercing gaze as you scoffed.

“Oh?” you sounded rightfully furious, absolutely fed up with the constant back and forth and utter indecisiveness that was Bang Christopher Chan, “And who exactly do you think is good for me? You?”

It was scathing, meant to hurt, and hurt it did. Chan recoiled at your burning words, “That’s not what I meant!” He snapped defensively, his temper rising unusually as your argument began to draw the attention of other customers in the cafe.

Your hands shook as you clenched them into little fists, “Then what did you mean, huh?” You asked softly, eyes lowered to the table.

Chan opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out as he struggled to dictate exactly what he was feeling. What even was this? This burning pain in his heart at the thought of you with another, this fear in his mind that he will no longer be your first priority?

You took his silence as acceptance, and you scoffed, trying to ignore the prickly feeling behind your eyes, “I see,” you spoke with an air of finality, and before Chan could speak, you pushed out of your seat, beginning to walk away.

“W-wait!” Chan’s motion was frantic and unthought of as he grabbed the edge of your soft cardigan.

“Channie, it’s fine,” you said simply as you refused to face him, and he was unable to see your expression. Your voice gave nothing away, perfectly neutral and closed off.

“This isn’t goodbye or anything, dipshit,” you continued, standing still as you spoke, “I just have something I have to do. Text me when you need me.”

With that, you yanked your arm away, and the fabric of your sweater slipped through his fingers. Chan was frozen in his position, half ready to stand up and half still sitting. It wasn’t a goodbye, he told himself. You said it yourself. It wasn’t a goodbye.

But why did it feel so much like one?

“You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?”

Chan looked away from the window, his eyes wide and startled as the woman in front of him gave him a merciful smile as she rested her head on her hand, watching him inquisitively.

“So you are,” she confirmed, absently twirling the pasta around her fork as she continued to study him.

Chan felt his face flush with shame and guilt. It had been almost a whole day since your fight with him, and--unable to study because of it--he decided to drown his sorrow the only way he knew how: by setting up another date. He called the girl he went out with two days ago, Mina, and to his utmost surprise, she agreed to a second date.

But now, Chan was sure that the chance of a third was completely out the window, especially since he was spending much of this date daydreaming.

“I-I’m so sorry,” he stuttered out an apology, and truthfully, he was ashamed that his mind wouldn’t stay in one place no matter how much he willed it to, “I’ve just been really busy with work, a-and it’s been weighing down on me.”

Mina smiled at that, a gentle, knowing smile that send to pierce through all of Chan’s clumsy excuses, “I see. So it wasn’t about anyone in particular?”

Chan felt his heart jump in panic. This was probably one of the most mortifying moments in his life, “I don’t believe so?” He said in a questioning tone as he stabbed at his ravioli, playing with it more than he was actually eating.

Even as he lied, his thoughts travelled to another date that was supposed to be happening right as this time. He’d heard through the grapevines that you were going to a cute dinner date with Minho on the other side of town. The two of you haven’t spoken at all since the fallout, which was very uncommon. Not a single text, call, or meeting was exchanged.

Chan wanted to tear his hair out from the frustration. How was it? Were you having fun on your date? Was Minho treating you well? Of course, he would; that was a stupid question. Minho was always known to treat his dates well, even if they didn’t turn into anything long term. He was just kind like that, and--at this moment--he was definitely doing a much better job making you happy than Chan was.

“Hm,” the girl mused carefully, twirling her fork a couple more times before asking innocently, “Are you sure you’re not thinking about your friend, Y/N?”

Jackpot. Chan’s eyes grew comically wide as he choked in his fancy ravioli dish, his face turning red as he quickly tried to drown his throat with water so he didn’t die from asphyxiation, “Y/N?” he stammered, and the image of you from the last time you spoke with him--your face of hurt and betrayal as he snapped at you for no reason at all--flashed in his brain, making him feel yet another coil of burning hot guilt.

Mina nodded serenely, eating as she watched you carefully, “So, I was right?” She asked knowingly, and Chan wondered how long it’s been she’d figured it out.

Nevertheless, he winced and dipped his head respectfully, “I am very sorry,” he said solemnly, and he truly was sorry, “I just...we had a falling out yesterday, and I’m just worried that I might’ve accidentally lost a friend.”

“Oh? Was it that bad of a falling out?” Mina asked, and Chan was almost dumbfounded by how casual his date was at the notion of him thinking about another person during their dinner.

But at the same time, he’d been aching for someone to confide in, aching to sort out the jumbled mess inside his heart, “It was bad,” he admitted, “She was trying to tell me that she got a date, and instead of being happy for her, I sort of blew up in her face.”

“Oh. So it’s bad.”

The blatant honesty was enough to make Chan put his head in his hands, “Yeah, it was bad. Looking back, I’m surprised she didn’t get even more angry at me.”

Mina let out a soft chuckle at his self deprecating words, which made Chan felt just slightly better, “Why did you get so angry?”

Chan blinked, looking up at the question, “H-huh?” If anything, he’d expected Mina to get angry, not for her to start questioning him like a lawyer.

“I mean,” Mina continued, shrugging as she sipped at her champagne, “is Minho a bad person?”

“Not at all. He’s a great guy,” Chan said, almost immediately getting defensive. Minho was a great guy, and he deserved someone wonderful by his side. Someone like you.

“Do you think he and Y/N won’t get along?”

“No!” Chan huffed, growing frustrated by the interrogation but also understanding that he was the one at fault here for ruining a perfectly nice date.

“Then why did you get angry?”

Chan opened his mouth to speak, but as obvious as the reason seemed to be just then, he couldn’t actually pinpoint a direct reason. Why was he so angry? Why was he angry at the prospect of you being happy? Was it because he was just a bad person?

Or, was it because you were going to be happy with someone other than him?

Mina smiled slyly as she watched the poor, unknowingly besotted boy come to one of the most important revelations of his college life, “Well?” She asked, tilting her head expectantly.

Chan swallowed, and his palms felt unnaturally sweaty, as if he were about to perform with his friends on stage. The very thought of it scared him a little, not because it was so undesirable of an outcome, but because of the growing guilt that he didn’t realize it before, and the prospect of fulling understanding how much pain his obliviousness might have caused you.

“I was angry because I wanted it to be me,” he whispered, softly enough that he hoped Mina wouldn’t hear it, but from her smile, she definitely did.

“You wanted to be Minho?” she clarified, almost relishing in the way she was forcing Chan to cough up the buried feelings hidden so deep inside his heart that even he himself wasn’t aware of them.

Chan nodded, feeling as if the ground had been pulled out from under him again, but this time, it was a light, airy feeling rather than a terrifying plummet.

There was a moment of silence before Mina suddenly began to giggle, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. Chan looked up, flustered by her actions as he felt his face burn. He was still a little nervous that he’d insulted her by basically confessing to be in love with another person on their date.

“Oh, you’re actually adorable,” Mina smiled, wiping at the corners of her eyes before she took a deep breath, “Do you know, the first time we went on a date, a couple days ago, I actually thought you were cheating on Y/N.”

“W-what?” Chan sputtered, his cheeks growing bright red at the very thought, “Why?”

“Well, I’ve seen the two of you around, and your relationship is almost a known secret around campus,” Mina explained, “Especially once when I saw the two of you at a cafe studying together, and the way you were looking at her...it made even my heart flutter just watching you stare at her. I doubt you were even listening to what she was saying.”

Chan thought back to your study sessions, thought back to every time he’d have you explain a difficult equation or problem. Bizarrely, he didn’t remember a single concept at all, but he did remember everything about you as you were speaking. The way a single strand of hair traced your face and you always had to brush it behind your ear. The way you’d pout if the question stumped you, too. The way you’d sometimes get lost in your own explanation and start talking about a topic so high level that Chan had been lost for minutes already, but he couldn’t bear to stop you because you looked so adorable.

Oh, shit.

“Then,” Chan swallowed nervously, “you agreed to go on that date with me because you thought I was cheating on her?”

“Well, first off, she helped put us together, which diminished the possibility of that being true,” Mina shrugged, continuing to eat, “Also, if it was true, then I’d be able to catch you right in the act and tell her directly.”

Chan felt a little ashamed and unfairly blamed. Of course he wouldn’t cheat on you! He’d never cheat on anyone, much less you of all people. The very notion of hurting you in such a way was practically unbearable.

“But, as we talked that night,” the girl continued nonchalantly, “it became clear to me that the two of you weren’t together, but you also were totally oblivious to how in love with her you are.”

The back of Chan’s throat was completely dry at this point, despite the copious amount of water he’d been chugging throughout this date, “I-I’m not in love with her,” he stammered defensively, “We’ve been best friends for years!”

Mina leveled him an unamused glare, “Oh? You’re not in love with her, but you feel pain at the notion of her being with someone else. You’re not in love with her, but you can only remember every good thing about her. You’re not in love with her, but you look at her as if she’s your whole sun, moon and earth combined.”

Chan felt cornered, his eyes wide at the revelation as he choked out, “B-but if I love her, t-then all this time--haven’t I been hurting her over and over?”

“How so?”

“S-she confessed earlier this week--b-but I didn’t know!” Chan said helplessly, beginning to panic. If this was all true--and slowly, his mind was beginning to process that it very well could be--then he’s caused you unimaginable pain for no good reason. Then he’d rejected you in the most brutal, uncaring way possible.

Mina sighed, rubbing her eyes, “Oh, dear god. You’re actually an idiot. What are you doing here? Go apologize! Don’t turn up empty handed. And don’t expect anything from her. Just ask her sincerely for her forgiveness.”

Chan nodded, already scrambling out of his seat and fumbling as he placed a few big bills on the table, “I’m so so sorry about this,” the apologies spilled out as he bowed respectfully towards Mina, “If there’s anything I can do to make it up to you…”

“Just don’t be an idiot and try to date the entire student population when the one for you is right beside you,” she retorted dryly, smiling at him, “And good luck.”

Chan ran faster than he ever had before. He ran faster than when his high school class had made him the final runner in the school relay. He ran faster than when he was late to his first job offer in his second year of college. None of those things felt nearly as important as this: the notion of losing you for good.

He rushed to the flower shop that you always spared forlorn glances at, but never spent money on. Apologizing profusely for barging in right before closing time, he bought a small bouquet of your favorite flowers, a collection of roses, lilies, and orchids.

Oh gosh, what if you weren’t home? What if you didn’t come home for the night, but rather stayed with Minho? The very thought caused his stomach to turn.

By the time he made it to your house, his lungs were burning and gasping for air as he rushed to your door. His heart plummeted as he glanced through the window and saw that none of the lights were on, but nevertheless, he pressed your doorbell urgently.

Of course, there was the possibility of saying sorry tomorrow, or saying sorry the day after, but for Chan, they didn't seem like options at all. He had to tell you now, beg for your forgiveness now. If not, he had a feeling that everything between the two of you would be unsalvageable.

No, no, no! You weren't home. Chan peeked into the window again, but the inside was pitch black. You should've been done with your date by now. You should be home, but you weren't. Chan’s heart was racing with fear as he fumbled for his phone. What if calling you made it worse? Oh god, what should he even do?

He just couldn't lose you. Not as a friend, not as a soulmate. He didn't care if he lost his chance with you, he needed you by his side. He needed to see you, he had to fix things—

“Channie?”

Whirling around, his heart seemed to falter as he saw you standing on the street, looking at him with a confused expression. With the dim street light behind you, Chan swore at that moment, you looked like an angel. You were so pretty, dressed up for your date with your hair half up. He swallowed his pride, his guilt, his fear, and he walked towards you clutching the bouquet in his hands.

“You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?”

Your eyes widened a fraction as you glanced to the side, where Minho was currently walking with you around the pier. His jacket was draped over your frame, even though the night was only slightly breezy, and you relished its weight on your shoulders.

Still, your expression dropped at his question, “I don’t want to talk about him today, Minho.”

“Why not?” He asked, looking around at the sun slowly setting behind the vast ocean as the sky was colored with vibrant reds, purples, and blues.

“Because we’re not exactly on good terms right now,” you muttered, looking down, “Also, isn’t this supposed to be our date? How are you so comfortable with the idea that I’m thinking about someone else?”

Minho laughed, turning to gaze at you fondly, “Well, I can’t exactly change the way you think, can I?” he smiled, ruffling your hair and making you complain with a loud whine, “So the best I can do is to help you get through it.”

You fought the smile tugging at the corner of your lips, and you gently squeezed Minho’s hand, feeling touched, “Thanks.”

“Whatever, dork,” Minho rolled his eyes, “So what happened? Did that idiot say something stupid again?”

“Sort of.”

“Y/N, you are being really unhelpful,” he frowned at your vague answers.

“It was just confusing,” you finally confessed. You’d barely gotten a wink of sleep that night, Chan’s words, his outburst of anger, replaying in your head like a broken record. Why was he so angry? Hadn’t he told you flat out that he had absolutely no feelings for you, crushing your dim light of hope so completely that you’d secretly sobbed your eyes out after walking home?

“Well, if it was confusing for you, I’m sure Chan was just as confused with himself,” Minho chuckled dryly, “What did he say?”

“He...was visibly upset. About this,” you gestured to you and Minho in a helpless manner, almost begging for some sort of clarification.

“Ah, this. You mean us two?” Minho asked, stopping at an empty bench along the pier and deciding to sit down. After all, the two of you had been walking for the latter half of the hour, trying to digest the delicious lunch he’d treated you to.

“Yeah, said something about not liking me being with you, or whatever bullshit he was spitting that day,” you muttered, feeling your blood grow hot just thinking about it.

“Wait, he said that? Chan?” Minho fought the urge to laugh as he tried to make sure he was picturing the scenario correctly. His plan was going better than he’d expected, and Chan had fallen into it without even being slightly aware of it.

You nodded, kicking your feet back and forth as you rolled your eyes, “It was ridiculously uncalled for. You didn’t do anything that warranted that sort of reaction.”

“I can be a bit of a sleeze when I try to be,” Minho pointed out, chuckling when you lightly punched his arm, “So, he said I wasn’t good for you. What’s the big deal? He’s probably just being protective, right?”

“He’s always protective, this was different,” you shook your head. Chan was always the self-sacrificing, putting other people before himself type. He was inherently protective of you just by the virtue of being your friend, whether that meant walking you home every night or trying to make sure that you didn’t forget to eat meals. But that, the anger and almost fear that you felt from him, it felt too raw to just be his protective instinct.

“How so?”

You hesitated before elaborating, “Well, it felt almost like...he was jealous, but that’s ridiculous.”

Minho had to contain the almost giddy laughter that threatened to bubble out from his chest. You two were so oblivious, he felt like a conniving witch trying to put the two of you together. And boy, was he enjoying it.

“Why would it be ridiculous?” he asked innocently.

You leveled a glance at him, immediately sensing something strange about his tone, but not quite being able to identify it, “Of course it’s ridiculous. He rejected me earlier this week.”

“Wait. What the fuck?” Minho snapped, sitting upright immediately, almost like a cat that heard something dangerous nearby, “He rejected you? Outright?”

“Is there something called a lowkey rejection?” You laughed bitterly, “Yes, he full on rejected me. I told him I loved him and he just said he had a date that night.”

Suddenly, this game was significantly less fun. Minho wanted to jab his own eyes out in frustration before going to jab Chan’s eyes out for being so fucking stupid. You confessed, you literally told him outright that you loved him, and he was still stupid enough not to realize his own feelings?! What was it going to take? A good ol’ bonk to the head?

“Okay, Y/N. I’m going to drive you home right now,” he said seriously, and you turned to him, almost alarmed by how urgent his tone sounded.

“Um, why? Did something happen?” You asked, glancing at him in concern.

Minho shook his head, “Nothing, it’s just Chan being a fucking idiot and screwing everything up again.”

Your eyes narrowed, “What are you talking about?”

“Chan loves you,” Minho said, plain and simple, sending your head spinning as you tried to process the three simple words.

In the end, all you could do was laugh, a harsh, bitter sound as you rolled your eyes, “Very funny, Minho. Unfortunately, it’s not a very well thought out prank. He already told me otherwise.”

“He doesn’t even know it, goddamnit!” Minho spit out and you jumped at his aggressiveness, “Look, Y/N. I know this sounds crazy, and I know why you’d probably think I’m just being mean. But it’s true. I know it is. Chan loves you.”

Feeling unfairly placed on the spot, you lashed out at him, a sneer across your face as you retorted, “Oh? How are you so sure, huh? If he loves me oh so much, why is he going on a date with another girl for the twentieth time?”

“Because he’s a fucking idiot, okay?!” Minho groaned, running a hand through his hair, “Y/N, he’s probably beside himself with guilt right now, and I bet you he’s finally come to the realization himself.”

You scoffed bitterly, “That’s a bit late, don’t you think?”

“It is,” Minho agreed, wanting nothing more than to smack Chan’s forehead for being such an idiot. He glanced at you, his expression growing softer as he asked, “But you still love him, don’t you?”

“I shouldn’t, right?” Your voice was shaky as you laughed, feeling the green monster of envy and jealousy coil in your gut as you thought about all the times Chan had unknowingly broken your heart, and all you could do was cheer him on.

“It’s stupid, idiotic, unreasonable,” you continued, kicking your heels against the pavement as you glared at the ground so hard that you were probably burning holes into the cement, “and a waste of my fucking time.”

“You can’t force yourself to feel differently,” Minho pointed out, lowering his temper along with you as he spoke softly, “None of us can. If we could, why would unrequited love or affairs happen?”

“When did you get so wise, Aristotle?” You scoffed, fighting a smile as you ruffled his hair.

Minho swatted away your hands, “I’m trying to be serious here. Look, I bet you Chan is at your front door right now with a bouquet of flowers, anxiously wanting to apologize to you. I would bet ten dollars on it.”

“Oh, yeah?” Your smile was almost predatorial, never shying away from a chance to make some fast cash, “Seriously?”

Minho’s smile faltered ever so slightly, and he hoped to whatever god who was listening that Chan was actually getting his fucking act together, “Hell yeah.”

You grinned, shaking his hand as you laughed, “You’re an idiot.”

“Whatever. Now let’s head back to the car so I can collect my ten dollars.”

Your dumb smile faded as you stepped out of the car in front of your driveway, eyes widening as you caught sight of a familiar figure standing on your porch. It couldn’t be. But yet, if your eyes weren’t playing yet another cruel joke on you, it was indeed your best friend, frantically knocking on the door with a bouquet of flowers in the other.

How could this be? How could he have done everything that Minho had predicted? Wasn’t he supposed to be on a date?

All the doubts, the questions, and the fears bubbled over as his name got caught in your throat, “Channie?”

For a moment, Chan genuinely thought that you were merely a figment of his imagination. Why would you be here? Especially with Minho standing beside his car a little ways away and with his jacket draped over your shoulders. Why had you returned?

His eyes widened as you walked closer, and the glow of the lamp light shifted in accordance to your movements. You were real. You were looking at him, albeit with a hint of caution laced with concern, but you were here.

“Channie, what are you doing out here?” You asked, and his heart began to pound with fear and guilt. You were worried about him. Even after everything he put you through, you still cared about his wellbeing.

Your eyebrows furrowed at his lack of response, and you walked cautiously closer, “Chan? Chris? Are you okay--eek!”

Chan’s feet grew a mind of their own, and he rushed towards you in a fit of desperation, crashing into you as he wrapped his arms tightly around your shoulders. It was a bit of an awkward position, since Chan was much bigger than you, but he managed to bury his face in the crook of your neck, hugging you as if it was his last chance.

If you weren’t concerned before, you certainly were now. Chan was never the clingy one. Yes, he liked cuddles and he never shied away from a good hug, but he was never like this, holding onto you for dear life.

“Chan, what’s happened? Gosh, you’re freezing. Why are you out here in the cold--” you froze as your ears perked up to what Chan was mumbling, repeating like a mantra.

He was apologizing.

“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry--” He whimpered, his fingers tightening around your coat as he hugged you tightly, “Please, forgive me. I was so stupid. I didn’t know.”

You sighed, and you felt the residual bitterness bleed out of your body. Of course you knew Chan wasn’t purposely being malicious, and if it ate him up with guilt so much that he waited by your door to apologize, then that was enough punishment for you to be more than satisfied.

“Channie, I need you to look at me, okay?” You instructed with a hint of sternness, trying to pull away in order to face him. Chan shook his head, but complied all the same, pulling away from the safety of your arms in order to look at you.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Minho rolling his eyes as he got back in his car, mouthing the words “don’t fuck it up again.” Chan grimaced in affirmation. He didn’t plan on it; not in a million years would he ever want to hurt you again.

You gave him a small smile as he finally met your gaze, “Good boy,” you praised, and Chan was unfamiliar with the tremor in his body that your words caused. When was the last time he’d gotten that from anyone? Oh right, it always came from you. Words of affirmation always came from you, and you always knew when he needed it.

The apologies clawed their way up his throat until he could no longer stay silent.

“I’m so sorry--a-about yesterday,” he sniffled, his shoulders trembling as he hiccuped, “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t mean to be overbearing. I-I just--I realized how stupidly jealous I was about the whole situation, a-and I didn’t want you to leave me…”

You sighed, reaching up to pet his hair gently, “It's okay, I forgive you,” you said simply, and you did forgive him. There wasn't any point in holding it over his head like you were better than him, “Everyone says stupid things they don't mean, and you had a bad date the night before.”

Chan stared at you, his eyes glossy with unshed tears as he unabashedly admired your beautiful face, your kind eyes, your perfectly kissable lips. He shouldn’t be thinking about this. You were clearly giving him a way out. “Stupid things they don’t mean,” was what you called it.

But he meant them. He was truly jealous. And it wasn’t the right emotion to feel, but they were real. He wanted you. He wanted you beside him.

He shouldn’t be greedy. He shouldn’t bite off more than he deserved to have. It was a miracle in itself that you were willing to forgive him. But at the same time, Chan knew you were as lonely as he was. He wanted to try and fill that hole for you, damned the consequences.

And just like that, Chan made up his mind.

“W-what if I meant it?” He blurted out, studying your face for any micro expression you could give off that indicated you were uncomfortable.

Instead, you looked only puzzled, “Meant what?”

“I was jealous,” he confessed plainly, stepping just a hair closer, and to his astonishment, you didn’t back away. You allowed him into your personal space, slowly and cautiously.

“Why in the world would you be jealous?” You asked softly, ever so perceptive, “It’s not like you love me or anything.”

Chan winced at the reminder of his hurtful words, but he couldn’t avoid them. He could only make up for them by proving that he was an idiot, that he actually loves you so, so much, “I spent all my time trying to find my perfect other half,” he whispered, his words only meant for your ears.

“I was always looking, always feeling incomplete. But, maybe I was looking in the wrong place,” he said, slowly reaching his hand up to cup your cheek. He could practically count your eyelashes he was so close.

“Maybe, the reason I could never find them was because they were beside me the entire time,” he finished cautiously, his thumb brushing against your soft cheek. You let out a soft, shaky breath, and for a moment, Chan feared that he’d ruined everything all over again.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” You said finally, but Chan felt like almost sobbing with relief as you leaned into his touch. Acceptance. Tentative, but true.

Chan smiled, “That’s because you have all the braincells in this relationship, my dear,” he said solemnly, and his heart fluttered as you giggled. Ah fuck, he really was in love with you.

“I’m sorry for all the pain I’ve caused you,” he said again, holding you close as his forehead rested against yours, “I’m not at all experienced with this...dating thing, but I’ll make it up to you. I’ll make everything up to you. I’ll make you happy. I promise.”

You chuckled softly, and let your eyes flutter shut, “We can both learn along the way,” you said before your lips were pressed gently against his, and Chan’s brain quite literally short circuited. the kiss was chaste, innocent, gentle, and it swept him away like the warmest ocean breeze. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you ever closer.

That’s right, both of you had all the time in the world to learn. And everything would be alright, as long as you did it together.

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Lanterns and Lies

surprise!! here we go, the sequel to Glamours and Gauze!

Word Count: 7k

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Macaque had lied, when he said the shadow lantern was gone.

When the Lady Bone Demon had caught him, she had made a specific note of needing the lantern.

And, well, Macaque wouldn't let that happen.

So he'd shattered it, again, and during the Lady Bone Demon's momentary shock, he'd taken the opportunity to gather the broken pieces and run.

One of her minions had cut him with the cursed knife while he was running away.

That didn't matter now though, his injuries had been healed, and the Lady Bone Demon had yet to make another move. For now, sitting on the roof of the noodle shop, he was safe.

He starred down at the shattered pieces of the lantern in his hands.

With a sigh, he carefully extended his magic, putting the pieces back together again, reforming the lantern. He held it gently in his hands as he looked around the roof.

Now where was he gonna hide this-

"Macaque, I brought plums!"

Macaque startled upon hearing MK's voice, he'd been so distracted focusing on putting the lantern back together, he hadn't even heard the other climb up the ladder to the roof.

The.....lantern....

Which he told MK was gone....

In a rush to avoid MK seeing the lantern, Macaque did the first thing he thought of.

He shoved the lantern into himself, letting it mix into his own magic. Not the smartest way of storing it, it was a highly magical item, who knows how it would act while in direct contact with his magic, but it was the first thing he could think of, and this was only a temporary measure, so it should be fine.

....Probably.

"Hey bud, what's up?" Macaque asked, turning around to face MK, who was setting a small bowl of plums on the ground. "...What are the plums for?"

"You said that if I brought you some plums, you'd tell me about the time Monkey King walked into a tree." MK said, "And I fully expect you to keep your end of the bargain."

"Yeah, yeah, okay." Macaque said, grabbing the bowl of plums. "Well you see, what happened was-"

"That had to be the stupidest shit you've ever pulled, Wukong." Macaque said, breathing heavily as he leaned against a tree. Wukong for his part, just smirked.

"I didn't see you try to stop me." He said, laughing as Macaque glared at him.

"I did try to stop you. Multiple times. But you didn't listen." He said, "You really need to stop picking a fight with every random person you meet."

"You're no fun at all." Wukong said, yawning as he stretched. Macaque rolled his eyes.

"Whatever." He said, "Anyways, we should probably head back to the cave, get some rest-"

"I'm not tired." Wukong said.

"You literally yawned a few seconds ago."

"Doesn't mean I'm tired. Besides, there's still more stuff to do." Wukong said, turning and walking off further into the mountain's forest, Macaque trailing behind him. As they walked, Macaque noticed Wukong start slouching, little by little. He didn't say anything though, knowing that Wukong would only deny it if asked.

It would be better just to watch and deal with the consequences when they came.

And oh boy, did the consequences come: in the form of Wukong turning a corner and immediately walking directly into a tree. The tree snapped in half, falling to the ground, with Wukong tumbling down after it. There was a loud thump, as dust and leaves were sent flying into the air. A few nearby birds called out in concern.

"Timber." Macaque said, a smirk on his face, walking over and crouching down beside where Wukong now lay on his back with a dazed expression on his face. "So. Not tired, huh?"

"Shut up." Wukong hissed, sitting up, pulling dirt and leaves out of his fur as he did so. "The tree just. Got in my way, that's all-"

"You're expecting me to believe that a tree got up and put itself in your path?" Macaque asked, "Wukong. I'm not stupid. Let's just hurry up and go back to the cave to rest already."

"I'm fine." Wukong said, moving to stand up, but wobbling a little, tipping backwards again-

Macaque caught him, keeping him from having another close encounter with the ground.

"I ended up having to carry him all the way back up the mountain." Macaque said, making little images with his shadows in order to give MK a better visual of what happened. "He ended up sleeping for like, 3 days. Took him still being tired when he woke up again for me to realize he'd gotten cursed. Wasn't hard to break it afterwards, but boy did Wukong protest the whole time. Practically had to tie him to his bed."

MK scribbled in his sketch book, and Macaque, out of curiosity, moved closer, looking over MK's shoulder to see a sketch of what Macaque had just described.

"....You're drawing this?" He asked. MK nodded.

"Yeah! I've got a lifetime goal of illustrating all of Monkey King's adventures!" MK said, pausing his sketching to show Macaque a quick flip through of the rest of the book. "...You got any other stories?"

"Lots." Macaque said, leaning back. "But you're gonna have to bring more plums if you want more stories. I'm not just gonna hand this info out for free."

"Of course, of course." MK said, standing up and walking back over to the ladder, mumbling to himself as he climbed back down. "I'm going to have to permanently add plums to my shopping list...."

Macaque stayed where he was, waiting patiently until he couldn't hear MK anymore, before letting out a relieved sigh.

That had been close.... No matter what, he couldn't let the others know that he still had the lantern. Revealing that would probably cause the others to push him away, they wouldn't trust him anymore, and he really couldn't have that. Hanging around them was the most advantageous position for him to be in right now, and he wasn't about to give it up any time soon.

...He still needed a place to hide it permanently, keeping it inside of himself probably wouldn't be a good idea in the long term. With that thought in mind, he mentally reached inwards with his magic, shadows starting to surround him as he prepared to take the lantern out-

"Hey, Macaque!"

Macaque startled again, the shadows that had condensed around him vanishing as though they'd been popped like party balloons as he whirled around to see-

Mei, who giggled at his shocked expression, holding up her phone and taking a quick picture of him before pocketing it.

"Would you two stop doing that?" Macaque asked, sighing as Mei circled around him.

"Hey, it's not my fault you didn't hear me coming." Mei said, giggling at the expression on Macaque's face. "Seriously, with all those ears you have it's a wonder you didn't-"

"What do you want." Macaque growled, "You wouldn't be here if you didn't want something."

"Wouldn't I?"

That. Wasn't a question Macaque felt that he could answer. He honestly couldn't think of a reason why any of MK's friends would want to be around him, but they hadn't really been pushing him away either....

Mei seemed a little concerned with how he'd suddenly gone silent though, so it was probably best to quickly change the subject.

"Ah, anyways, I have some stuff to do, so I don't really have time for you." Macaque said, walking past Mei and over to the edge of the rooftop. Distantly, he noted a weird tingling sensation come over him, but he ignored it, figuring it wasn't important.

"Oh, now that's a lie." Mei said, a smirk on her face. "You never do anything other than lounge around up here."

"Do not." Macaque said, crossing his arms. "I do plenty, you just haven't noticed."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

Macaque pondered for a moment on how best to answer-

And that was when his foot started sinking into the shadow underneath of him.

Outwardly, Macaque remained perfectly calm, not letting Mei in on the fact that anything was amiss.

Inwardly, he panicked.

That was definitely not supposed to be happening, why was it happening it shouldn't be happening why was he l o s i n g c o n t r o l-

He was snapped out of his panic when he heard the sound of an engine starting up behind him. Subtly looking over his shoulder, he could see MK, ready to drive off, probably to deliver some noodles.

Macaque made his decision in a split second.

Turning and pulling his foot out of the shadow it'd been sinking into, Macaque jumped off the roof. Ignoring Mei's shout of "Hey, wait!", he slipped into the shadow of the tuk tuk, just before MK started to drive away.

Macaque hung out in the shadow of the tuk tuk for about 15 minutes before he actually bothered to wonder where exactly MK was going.

MK slowed down a bit as he turned a corner, and Macaque figured it was as good a time as any to ask.

Carefully, he materialized on the back of the tuk tuk, then, after making sure there wasn't anything around for MK to accidentally hit should he swerve, asked;

"Where are you going?"

MK's foot slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching and Macaque almost falling off from the sudden inertia. As soon as they were still, MK whirled around, staring at Macaque, shocked.

"How long have you been there?" He asked, and the expression on his face genuinely made Macaque laugh.

"Oh, not very long." Macaque said, "I was riding along in the shadow for the most part."

"...You can do that?" MK asked, "You probably save like, so much money when traveling then-"

"Bold of you to assume that I have any money at all." Macaque said, "Anyways, you didn't answer the question. Where are you going?"

"Why do you want to know?" MK asked, crossing his arms. "And why are you here anyways? Usually you just stay on the roof, what changed?"

"Nothing! What, can't I just want to go for a ride once in a while?" Macaque said-

And his hand started sinking into the shadow beside him. Swiftly, he pulled it out, rubbing it to get rid of the remaining tingles. MK watched this happen with a look of suspicion.

"...Uh-huh, sure, like I believe that." He said, tone as dry as the desert. "And anyways, I don't think you'd want to-"

And then he paused, looking as though he'd just been hit with some kind of realization.

"Actually-" MK started, "I think it would be good if you came with me."

He turned back around, taking his foot off the break and turning back onto the road, speeding up a little.

"You still haven't told me where we're going." Macaque said.

"Oh, you'll soon find out."

Macaque had a feeling he wasn't going to like this.

He was right. He hated this.

Staring up at a temple that quite obviously belonged to Sun Wukong, Macaque regretted every decision he had made in his life that had led up to this moment.

He regretted it even more when the monkey himself opened the front gate.

"Ah, there you are kid!" Wukong said, "I was beginning to think you'd never show up!"

"I'm only 2 minutes late..." MK muttered, and Macaque couldn't help but laugh a bit at that.

Sun Wukong was not, exactly, known for being very patient after all.

"Oh, I see you brought... an audience." Wukong said, finally noticing that Macaque was, in fact, also there.

"Audience? Please, if anything I'm the lead actor." Macaque said.

"Yeah, sure, keep telling yourself that." MK said, and Macaque would've hit him where it not for the warning glance Wukong gave him.

Macaque ended up being dragged to MK's training sessions with Wukong, again and again. Some days it was because MK himself forcibly brought him along, and on other days it was because Macaque was simply avoiding Mei. (He denied the accusation that he was avoiding her when asked...and then almost tripped as his foot sank deeper into the shadows. Luckily he'd managed to blame it on a stray tree root, but he wasn't sure how long he could keep it up...)

Over the course of said days, Macaque had tried multiple times to find a better place to hide the lantern than within his own magic. (He'd long since figured out that the lantern was reacting whenever he lied, thus messing with his own magic. He had no idea why it was doing this, but the why didn't really matter so long as he could find a way to stop it.) But of course, since karma was apparently out to get him, he was interrupted by someone every single time, forcing him to keep the lantern within himself, lest the others find out about it.

Honestly though, he was shocked that Wukong hadn't noticed, considering his golden vision and all, he should've been able to see the fact that the lantern's magic was contained within Macaque.

(Macaque had nearly panicked when, on day 2 of him following MK to his training, Wukong had leaned close to him with a contemplative look on his face.

"...Why are you so close to me?" Macaque had asked, and huh, how long had that slit been in Wukong's eyebrow? Had it been there for a while and Macaque had just never noticed or-

"I'm checking to see how much of the glamor you're wearing." Was Wukong's response, as he studied him. "You're still recovering, you probably shouldn't be using magic to cover all of it."

So....Wukong was concerned about him. Macaque couldn't really imagine why, but still-

"You didn't need to get so close to me- can't you obviously see I'm wearing it?" Macaque had asked, gesturing at his own face. Wukong, surprisingly, winced at that, finally backing up a bit.

"Well, I guess you seem fine." He'd muttered, turning away, "Don't know why I was even worried."

And Macaque should've been relieved, but for some reason-

For some reason he felt like something was wrong.)

Macaque relaxed in the shade of a tree, watching Wukong train MK. It was almost soothing to watch the mentor and student trade hits as they sparred.

But of course, being relaxed didn't mean that Macaque didn't notice things.

Like how Wukong was a full 2 seconds slower in blocking MK's attacks than he'd been when Macaque had stolen MK's powers. Which wasn't really something that would normally raise concern- he probably just wasn't being as serious as he would be when encountering an actual threat, but.

Something about it was making the alarm bells that had been constantly ringing in Macaque's head louder. (Something he, obviously, didn't appreciate. Loud sounds, even mental ones, weren't very pleasant for him).

Macaque, of course, was never one to miss an opportunity to call Wukong out.

Which was why it was so surprising when MK beat him to the punch.

"Monkey King, are you okay?" MK asked, and Macaque sat up straighter, paying more attention, because oh, he wanted to hear this.

"Of course bud! Why do you ask?" Wukong said, and despite the fact that his back was to Macaque, the shadow monkey just knew that the other was lying.

"Well I don't know, you've just- seemed off, is all." MK said, shifting back and forth as he seemed to contemplate what to say. "Like, a little slower maybe? And I haven't seen you use your cloud in days, which is kinda weird, since you normally seem to use it-"

Wukong stiffened, and it was at this point that Macaque got genuinely curious, deciding that he had to see what kind of expression the other monkey was making right now. So, he slipped down into the shadows of the tree, and reappeared out of MK's shadow, startling the both of them as he slung an arm around MK's shoulder.

"Kid's right y'know." Macaque said, putting on a smirk as he looked at the other. "Even I've noticed, and I've barely even been paying attention."

That was a lie, and he barely kept himself from wincing as he felt the tingle of magic flow through his body.

Only for nothing to seemingly happen. That was...mildly concerning, he'd felt the flow of magic, so something had definitely occurred, he just couldn't tell what.

...Well, whatever. If he couldn't notice it then it probably wasn't important.

Macaque refocused back in on the subject at hand, studying Wukong's expression. Nothing he hadn't expected, the usual nervous smile and look in his eyes that indicated he was lying where all there.

Or, well, most of it was expected.

The slight twinge of fear was new.

"I'm telling you, there's nothing wrong!" Wukong said, taking a slight step back. "I'm fine, really!"

Both MK and Macaque rolled their eyes in sync.

"If you're so fine, then explain to me why you keep waiting until MK is almost right in front of you before blocking him?" Macaque asked, MK nodding along as he spoke. "Seriously, it's like you can't see it unless it's close-"

Both Macaque and MK froze, coming to the same conclusion at the same time. Wukong, seeing the expressions on their faces, scratched his cheek nervously, avoiding their gaze.

"Oh my heavens." MK said, "You need glasses."

"I do not-"

Tang had been having a peaceful day at the noodle shop.

Having, being the key word.

Because suddenly, said peaceful day was interrupted as Macaque appeared out of nowhere beside him. Tang barely kept himself from startling out of his stool. (He'd started to grow used to the shadow monkey's sudden appearances, but that didn't really make them any less startling).

Macaque, for a moment, looked confused as to where he was, looking around in surprise, before taking notice of Tang and schooling his features into something unreadable.

"Oh." He said, "Uh. Hello?"

"Hello to you too, Macaque?" Tang said, a little confused, before finally taking notes of one important fact.

Macaque's eyes were fully purple.

"...Ah." Tang said, "Not Macaque."

"Hm, smart man." 'Macaque' said, leaning back, "Nope, I'm not the original. Just a shadow clone, that's all I am."

"Why are you here? Is there trouble?" Tang asked, worry seeping into his voice. The clone just shrugged.

"Dunno." 'Macaque' said, "One minute, I didn't exist, the next, I'm here."

"How can you just not know?" Tang asked, blinking in disbelief.

"He probably created me on accident." 'Macaque' said, almost as casually as though he was reading out a morning newspaper.

"That can happen??"

"Well, not normally, but in certain cases-" The clone started, then paused, eyes narrowing. "Well, actually, if that's the case, he probably doesn't know I exist right now..."

"Shouldn't you... tell him?" Tang asked, and watched as the clone contemplated it.

"Well I mean, not telling him would be kind of funny." He said, before shaking himself out of it. "No- no, you're right, I should probably tell him."

The clone proceeded to go completely silent, and Tang watched him with thinly veiled concern. After about 2 minutes of silence, with the clone making increasingly dramatic facial expressions, Tang decided to comment again.

"...Are you actually contacting him right now?" He asked, and the clone broke out of whatever state he was in to glance at him.

"Hm? Oh- yeah." He said, "Mental connection, y'know?"

"Then how come MK doesn't ever-"

"Cause he doesn't know it exists."

Of course. Of course the lantern had made a clone.

That certainly explained why there hadn't been any obvious reaction after the magic tingle.

Although, it was weird that the clone had ended up in the noodle shop. Why on Earth would it have formed there?

(In all honesty, it was probably because, once again, Macaque felt safe there. But he never planned to admit that fact, not even to himself, so he slid that thought back into the deepest part of his mind.)

As it was now though, Macaque sat back under the tree, head in hands, mentally communicating with the clone as MK and Wukong continued to argue about whether or not the Monkey King needed glasses.

"C'mon!" MK said, stomping his foot on the ground, "Just admit that you're nearsighted already! It's obvious!"

"I don't need glasses!" Wukong said, hopping backwards as MK tried to tackle him. "I can see just fine!"

This statement was contradicted, as MK suddenly moved backwards, distancing himself from his mentor. Macaque could see Wukong squint, something he wouldn't normally do-

And then MK moved forwards, with a speed Macaque honestly hadn't seen him use before (and wasn't that funny, that somehow this argument was actually causing MK's speed to improve) and managed to tackle Wukong to the ground.

A roll of parchment fell out of one of Wukong's pockets.

"Oh?" Macaque said, standing up, temporarily blocking his shadow clone's messages out of his mind (it was fine anyways, it seemed to have gotten distracted), he walked over, picking up the roll of parchment. "What's this?"

"Wh-Hey!" Wukong said, looking up from his position of being pinned to the ground by MK, squinting his eyes as he focused on Macaque. "Don't- give that back!"

"Well now, if you're so pressed over it then I kinda have to look, right?" Macaque said, slowly unrolling the scroll despite Wukong's protests. MK, surprisingly, kept Wukong pinned, watching with curiosity as Macaque looked over the parchment's contents. "....Huh."

"What is it?" MK asked, and Macaque turned, holding out the unrolled parchment so that MK could see it. Wukong, at this point, stopped struggling, simply laying on the ground face down.

"Tell me, Wukong, why exactly do you need a map?" Macaque asked, crouching down in front of the other. "You planning on going on vacation again or something?"

"You're going to leave me again?" MK asked, and maybe Macaque was just hearing things (rather unlikely....) but there was almost a note of panic in MK's voice.

Wukong must've picked up on the panic too, as he quickly jumped into reassurance.

"Woah, hey, I'm not- I'm not vacationing any time soon." He said, attempting to shift around a little, before sighing. "...Could you get off me now, please?"

MK scrambled to get off his mentor, Wukong slowly sitting up and stretching a little. Macaque rolled his eyes at the display, shaking the map a little to draw their attention back to it.

"Hey, I'm not letting you off that easily." He said, "Explain the map. Now."

Wukong sighed again, avoiding both Macaque and MK's eyes.

"...Fine, so maybe I.....wasn't exactly on vacation...." Wukong muttered, "I was...searching for something. A weapon."

"...To fight the Lady Bone Demon, right?" MK asked, and Wukong looked at him in shock.

"How'd you-"

"Maybe leaving your successor alone when there's a powerful demon on the loose isn't the best decision, Wukong." Macaque said, rolling up the map and putting into his own pocket, before lightly rubbing his arm, a few specific... memories running through his mind. "Seriously, be glad she still hasn't gotten everything she needs."

"What do you know about what she-" MK started, then cut himself off, looking at Macaque as though he'd been given the answer to everything. "She's the one who hurt you."

Macaque didn't respond, turning around and walking away.

"Hey wait- where are you-" Wukong started-

"I'm going back to my spot under the tree." Macaque said, "You two can sort through whatever your 'vacation' was about on your own."

"...Huh." The shadow clone muttered, eyes closed as he seemingly listened in on whatever was happening to the real Macaque. "That's.....interesting."

"What is?" Tang asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Nothing really important." The clone said- and started melting slightly. Tang looked on in confusion as the clone suddenly panicked, stumbling over his words. "Wait- no I mean- it, it is important, but not really something I should be the one to tell you about?"

The melting stopped, the shadow clone returning to normal as he let out a sigh of relief.

"Does that....usually happen?" Tang asked.

"No." The clone answered, but didn't elaborate. Tang figured he'd just have to ask the real Macaque about it later. "...Anyways, do you think you could help the real me out with something?"

"Depends on what said something is." Tang said, crossing his arms.

"It's nothing bad, I promise." The shadow clone said, chuckling. "But, would you happen to know where I could buy a pair of glasses?"

"This is dumb. I look stupid."

"Aw come on Monkey King, I think you look cool!" Mei said, MK nodding along with her. "The glasses suit you just fine!"

Wukong sighed, sitting in the noodle shop with his arms crossed, leaning on the counter.

"What's with the sudden need for glasses anyways?" Pigsy asked, sliding a bowl of peach slices over to the monkey. Subtly, he also handed a bowl of plums over to Macaque, who was sitting slightly off to the side in the shadows.

Wukong stiffened, pausing for a moment before opening his mouth to answer-

"And don't lie to me." Pigsy added, and Wukong slouched a little.

(Macaque had to admit, it was kinda fun to watch the Monkey King basically get reprimanded like a child.

The only reason he didn't comment on it was that he was sure that if he did, he'd get the exact same treatment.)

There was a moment of silence, before Wukong groaned, laying his head down on the table, and muttering something that was too quiet for the others to hear, but nearly made Macaque choke on the plum he'd been chewing on.

"What?!" He said, in pure shock, "You- you're losing your powers?!"

Almost instantly, there was pandemonium.

"What do you mean you're losing your powers!" MK practically screeched, "That can happen?!"

"I don't know, but it's the only explanation I've got!" Wukong said, throwing his hands up into the air. "I can't use my golden vision or my cloud anymore- and I don't know why!"

"How, exactly, does this relate back to you suddenly needing glasses?" Pigsy asked, completely ignoring how the others where in varying states of a mental breakdown.

"I- I usually just use my golden vision to make up for it." Wukong said, "Like, magic contacts, you know?"

"...And now you can't do that anymore." Tang said, "Because you can't use your golden vision."

"......Yeah." Wukong sighed.

"Is there...anything we can do to help?" Sandy tentatively asked.

"Well, I was planning on going out and finding.... something." Wukong said, turning to look at Macaque. "Speaking of which, you promised you'd give me the map back once I got glasses, and I'm wearing them now so-"

Macaque tsk'd, pulling the map out of his pocket and tossing it over to the other monkey, who caught it and placed it upon the counter.

"It's not like I can go and get it now though." Wukong said, the others staring over him to look down at the map. "Since I can't use my cloud anymore..."

"I have an airship." Sandy said, and Wukong turned to look at him in confusion. "We could use that, to travel there."

"What- no. No. Absolutely not." Wukong said, jumping up onto the counter (ignoring Pigsy disapproving glare), and staring down at the others. "In case you don't remember, you guys have something called mortality. I'm not going to just bring you guys with me-"

"Like you have much of a choice." A new voice said, and Macaque barely kept himself from startling as he suddenly noticed Red Son beside him.

"How long have you been there-" Macaque hissed, but was ultimately ignored.

"You coming too, Red Boy?" Mei asked, despite Wukong's faint protests that nobody was coming with him, thank you very much-

"I have nothing better to do." Red Son said, shrugging. "My parents went on vacation a little while ago, I've just been hanging around since then."

"So, we're all going?" MK asked, glancing over at Macaque, who, realizing he was being stared at, sighed, standing up and stepping closer to them, in the light.

"Fine, whatever." He said, "If you guys want me to go, I'll come, but I'm not happy about it."

The others stared at him, with a mixture of confusion and shock.

"....What?" Macaque asked, already dreading the answer. MK slowly pointed behind him.

"Has your shadow always moved like that?" He asked, and Macaque didn't even bother to look, instead immediately slamming his back against the wall to cover it as he threw a glamor over his own shadow. He wasn't sure what it had been doing that the others saw, but he absolutely refused to let it be seen any longer.

"...Whatever it was you saw, forget about it." He said, and while most of the others simply shrugged, accepting it as just him being weird, looking away-

The look in Mei and Wukong's eyes did not promise good things.

The first day on the ship, everyone was mainly focused on settling in, making sure all their stuff was where it needed to be, choosing rooms, so on and so forth.

And so, for the most part, Macaque was free from whatever Wukong and Mei were planning.

The second day on the ship, however.

The second day on the ship made Macaque wish the airship had a plank so he could jump off of it.

It had started small.

"Hey, Macaque?" Mei asked, grabbing his attention before practically shoving her phone into his face. "What do you think about this?"

Macaque could barely register the image in front of his face, but eventually parsed it out to be a picture of- a kitten??

"I hate it." He said, instinctively, and almost immediately started sinking into the shadow beneath him. Mei, being so close to him, immediately noticed, confusion flashing on her face for a brief second, before a smirk took over.

"If you say so." She said, and backed off, turning away as Macaque hurriedly pulled his feet out of the shadows before he could sink any further.

Some part of him hoped that would be the end of it.

As soon as he ran into Wukong though, he instantly knew that this wasn't over by a long shot.

"Macaque." Wukong said, leaning against the wall, and Macaque instantly noticed that his glasses were missing.

"You owe Tang 5 cents." Macaque hissed, it was well known that Tang had made the Monkey King promise to pay him whenever the monkey was caught not wearing his glasses. Macaque, of course, didn't really care, but he was looking for some way to distract Wukong from whatever he was planning to do to him.

"I'll pay him later." Wukong shrugged, and Macaque mentally cursed. "So. How'd you sleep last night?"

Macaque wasn't going to be led into the trap this obviously was.

"How did you sleep last night?" He shot back.

"I didn't." Wukong said, perfectly honest. "I did see you walking around for a bit though, so I'm curious as to whether or not you slept. You need it more than I do, remember?"

That.... was true. Macaque did need to sleep more than Wukong did, but-

"I slept just fine." Macaque lied, sighing as he felt the glamor over his ears fade away. Wukong crossed his arms, a concerned look on his face, but Macaque ignored it, choosing instead to walk into a nearby shadow to teleport to another location on the ship, throwing his glamor back on as he did so.

(He, in truth, was in the same boat as Wukong, both literally and figuratively. He hadn't slept at all, instead laying awake all night, worrying.

Wukong was losing his powers. MK was not nearly close enough to being ready. The others, outside of Red Son, might have some powers or abilities, but they are no where near close enough to being capable of beating the Lady Bone Demon.

He'd have to rely on the unknowns of this weapon Wukong was seeking out.

Macaque didn't like relying on unknowns.)

He emerged in the ships engine room-

And very nearly fell right on top of Red Son.

"Watch where you're going!" Red Son huffed, dodging out of the way and angrily brushing non existent dirt off of his jacket. "Seriously, what is with you guys and trying to knock me to the ground?"

"Maybe you just look very squishable." Macaque muttered, not really intending on giving Red Son a proper response. He actually didn't want to interact with anyone right now, especially not Red Son, so he turned, moving to leave the engine room-

"Not so fast." Red Son said, stopping Macaque in his tracks by grabbing hold of the back of his scarf. "I've got some questions for you."

Hm. That didn't bode well.

"What makes you think that I have any answers?" Macaque asked, only to be met by a deadpan look that promised-

That promised fire if he didn't co-operate.

If there was a list of things Macaque strictly didn't want, fire would be number one, at the top of the list.

"...What do you want to know?" He asked, slumping a little in defeat.

"Why you stayed." Red Son said, elaborating when Macaque only looked at him in confusion. "Your wound healed. You were perfectly free to go. And yet.... you stayed. Like you were....trying to protect something."

"Uh, yeah, myself, obviously." Macaque said, shrugging. "Hanging out around the Monkey King and his successor is the safest place to be after-"

"That's not it." Red Son said, and Macaque froze. "Sure, staying around them while you're weak makes sense, you'd need someone to protect you. But after you've recovered? Once you're strong again? Sure, I can understand you getting attached, but always staying around them is a little strange."

There was a glint, in Red Son's eye, and Macaque suddenly remembered a moment, yesterday, where Mei had dragged the fire demon off to the side to have a little conversation. He'd thought nothing about it at the time, but now-

"You say that you're protecting yourself....But at this point, somehow, you're mostly protecting them, aren't you?" Red Son asked, "Whatever it is you're hiding, you're hiding it to protect both yourself and them."

Macaque didn't answer, instead staring at the floor.

Whatever Mei and Wukong had been planning, Red Son was in on it.

And he was very clearly not as interested in taking a subtle approach.

"Your powers have been on the fritz lately." Red Son said, almost like it was an afterthought to his whole theory. "Don't think that we haven't noticed. It's different from Wukong though, in that you're not losing your powers, if anything, it's like they're getting stronger, almost as though they're being drawn from a different source-"

Macaque didn't want to stay here any longer.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He lied, and didn't resist as his powers fluctuated in response, letting himself completely fall into the shadow behind him.

He ended up falling out of a shadow on the ceiling.

Luckily, it was in his own room, so no-one else was there to witness it.

Didn't mean it didn't hurt though.

"...That's gonna bruise later...." He muttered to himself as he slowly pushed himself off the floor and stood up.

For a moment, he just stood there, slightly dazed.

And then he started pacing.

This was not good, the others were onto him, he wouldn't be able to keep this up for much longer.

Not to mention the lantern, it's influence on his abilities was getting stronger the longer he left it inside himself. There was literally no telling how far it's influence would go.

(He'd already started noticing some strands of his fur turning purple. It wasn't anything that couldn't easily be covered up by a glamor, but the fact it was happening at all was incredibly concerning.)

He had to find another place to hide it. But where-

And suddenly, Macaque was struck by an idea. A rather bad idea, honestly, there was sure to be consequences from this, but it was the only idea he had right now.

The ship's clock struck 4 am.

Macaque slipped into MK's room, holding the faintly glowing lantern.

For a moment, he stood there, beside MK's bed, letting the lantern hover over top of him, thinking.

Maybe......maybe he shouldn't do this. He could probably find another way, something more reasonable than a hastily made, sleep deprived, decision. After all, the lantern had proven that it came with side effects, who knows how it'd affect MK?

Well. If he's actually being honest, he was hoping that the Monkey King Magic MK had would effectively cancel out the lanterns effects.

...He had no way of proving that it could do that though.

After a few more minutes of standing there, mentally debating, Macaque finally came to the decision that, yeah, this wasn't a good idea, he should just go back to his room and try to sleep for the few remaining hours of the night, come up with a better plan tomorrow-

A loud sound clanged from the engine room, and Macaque startled, barely keeping himself from squeaking as the sudden noise surprised him, squeezing his hands on instinct-

And snapping the lantern in half, the bottom piece falling and merging into MK's magic.

For a moment, Macaque just stood there in shock.

Then MK curled up, letting out a small noise of pain as little golden and purple sparks started shooting across his body, and Macaque panicked, reaching into MK's magic and hurriedly pulling out the other half of the lantern, shoving both pieces back into himself as MK started to stir.

By the time MK was sitting up, blinking his eyes open, rubbing his arms and looking around the room in confusion, Macaque was gone.

The next day, Wukong practically broke down Macaque's door, MK in tow.

"Mine explaining to me why there are traces of shadow magic all over MK?" He asked, before pausing as he registered the scene in front of him.

Macaque was curled up under his blankets, a pillow over his head effectively hiding him from view. The only part of the other monkey that Wukong could actually see was his tail, which was dangling over the side.

This wasn't really that weird, Wukong fully remembered that the other monkey was in no way a morning person.

...It was slightly more weird due to the fact that it was lunchtime.

"Is he...okay?" MK asked, leaning over his mentor's shoulder.

"You tell me." Wukong said, "You're the one with the golden vision right now."

Macaque's tail, which had been swinging idly, froze, and suddenly there was a mad scramble as he tried to pull all the blankets off of himself and sit up at the same time. Essentially, he ended up rather tangled, and was far too late to stop MK from using his golden vision.

At first there was nothing MK hadn't already expected. The bags under the eyes, the mussed up fur, the six ears and the scar. These were all things he knew that he'd find.

The purple streaks in Macaque's fur was surprising.

But not nearly as surprising as the lantern that lay intermingled with Macaque's own magic.

"What do you see, kid?" Wukong asked, and MK watched as Macaque sat up straighter, finally managing to pull the blankets off of himself.

"Nothing! He sees nothing! Right, bud?" Macaque asked, a panicked twinge in his voice, and-

MK could see the lantern flare, the magic traversing Macaque's entire body, before condensing around his arm.

Which proceeded to sink into the shadow on the bed.

"...Well." MK started, staring as Macaque pulled his hand out of the shadow and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "That's not something you see every day."

"So I was right then?" Red Son asked, "He's been storing the lantern within himself?"

"How'd you even know about the lantern..." Macaque muttered, from where he sat at the kitchen table, leaning back with his arms crossed. His glamor had been taken down, allowing everyone to see the purple streaks in his fur.

The lantern sat on the table in front of him.

"I have my sources." Red Son said, looking overly proud of himself. Macaque huffed, looking away.

"I thought you said the lantern was destroyed?" Mei said, using a spoon to lightly poke the lantern, almost as though it would grow legs and run away.

"Yeah, like, I saw you break it-" MK started, and then was stopped mid sentence as Macaque raised his fist, before harshly crushing the lantern, breaking it into pieces. A few of the others jumped. "What did you do that for-"

Macaque simply raised his hand, letting his magic call out, and letting the pieces slide back into their proper place. By the end of it, the lantern looked as good as new, as though it'd never been broken. MK watched the display with wide eyes.

"I did break the lantern." Macaque said, "It's just not that hard to fix."

"Regardless-" Wukong started, grabbing the lantern out of Macaque's hand, the lantern switching from it's usual purple to a soft golden glow as he did so. "You seriously should've told us that you have this. It would've saved you so much trouble."

"Would you have trusted me, if you knew I still had it?" Macaque asked, only to be met with silence. "...Yeah. Thought so."

There was a moment of silence as Macaque sat there, looking down, not meeting anyone's eyes. Then Sandy softly placed his hand on Macaque's shoulder.

"It's not that we wouldn't have trusted you." He said, gently. "We would've just taken a bit longer to come around, is all."

"Uh-huh, sure, keep telling yourself that." Macaque said, still looking at the floor, and thus missing the entirely silent conversation everyone else shared.

They all agreed they probably weren't going to get very far with this issue any time soon, by the look of things. (That didn't mean they wouldn't bring it up later, though.)

"If you thought we wouldn't trust you if we knew you had the lantern, then why didn't you just, I don't know, throw it away?" MK asked, and Macaque sighed, slouching down in his chair.

"...Lady Bone Demon wanted it." He muttered, and everyone immediately stood up ramrod straight.

"What?" Wukong hissed, staring down at the lantern in his hands as though he was seeing it in a new light. "Why- what could she possibly want with-"

"Don't know, didn't stick around long enough to find out." Macaque said, shrugging. MK and Red Son both looked horrified.

"That's how you got injured." MK muttered, "She must've captured you because she wanted the lantern...."

"The Lady Bone Demon has a cursed blade..." Red Son said, under his breath, only Macaque hearing him.

"Yeah yeah, I got captured, I got injured, whatever, it's all over with now." Macaque said, waving a hand around as though he wasn't making light of something horrifying. "Anyways, anyone else got any bright ideas on where to hide the lantern?"

"....Was that a pun." Wukong asked, "Seriously. You reveal that the Lady Bone Demon is after both you and the lantern and then you swap topics with a pun?"

"You got a problem with that?" Macaque asked, a smirk on his face. There was a moment of tense silence as the two of them stared at each other.

Wukong set the lantern back down on the table.

And then tackled Macaque out of his chair and onto the floor. Macaque let out a startled yelp as they went down, before quickly switching to clawing at the other as Wukong easily pinned him to the ground-

And then suddenly Wukong's grip weakened, and Macaque easily reversed their positions, pinning Wukong to the floor. For a moment the Monkey King looked confused, before a look of nervous realization appeared on his face.

"Uh- guys?" He said, nervously giggling as Macaque and the others stared at him in confusion. "Um. I think I just lost my super strength?"

#Monkie Kid #fanfic #my writing #Glamors and Gauze-verse

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sakuatsutingz · 3 years

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hello babes!! may i request kita, osamu and suna w a super puppy like crush? as in gets excited super easily, wants to get praised, is super affectionate, a puppy pretty much!! (lol i just noticed that this description also fits hinata) thank u babes and have a lovely day ^_^

WAIT I LOVE THIS brianna thinks im like hinata so im taking this req HAHHBSHA also i didnt know what to title this so i hope hyper crush would do BYENFUHNJDFHG

but enjoy and tysm luv <3 - jamie !!

she's not like hinata, she is hinata

- brianna <3

kita, osamu & suna with a hyper crush

masterlist here request or talk to us here

kita

boy doesnt mind !! <3

he honestly loves it and wants to make you happy forever

the only thing standing in between him and dating u is the fact both of u are both too anxious to even ask each other oUT BYEHSAHBFHGB

HOW IS HE SO PERFECT IM GONNA CRY

hand in marriage pls kita <3

he gives you these little gifts and trinkets like a teddy bear he saw at the store !! <3

would definitely smile if he sees you opening the gift with such joy in your eyes

im literally crying at how soft he is while writing this WHY IS THERE NO KITA SHINSUKE IN THIS WORLD I HATE IT HERE

he would praise and compliment you in the most random times but ure not complaining like i mean he loves u and u love him

wouldnt honestly hide his crush on u !!

that doesnt mean he would flirt with u or anything, maybe like he would just say more compliments than usual

when he finally asks u out you !! were !! ECSTATIC !!

u love it when he says smth good about u !!

its not the ego per say ,, more like you appreciate him appreciating u

if that even makes sense ..

“you have the most beautiful eyes.” “you should smile more, y/n.”

kita doesnt cook but he would obv try for you so u can smile !!

he loves how youre the one to shower him with affections constantly

he also loves how you give him those puppy dog eyes when you ask him for something !!

thinks of getting you a dog someday to match your cuteness level !!

but we all know, no cute animal will ever match your level, and he knows that damn well <3

osamu

if you got the guts to tell me samu wouldnt tease you if youre hyper you gmfu

would act like he doesnt know you were that affectionate in the stupidest times and ways as a way to tease the hell outta you

“oh- y/n i didn’t know you were possessed by a puppy ,,” “stfu samu i am a human” “sounds like bs to me”

the banter might sound platonic to others

and so his crush on u is just that well hidden

but when the both of u are alone

you would bury your head in the crook of his neck

and his mind would just go ?@#$:#4′%:#?%@^%?Y$%^?

basically he short circuits every time

but he isnt surprised because since the two of you are friends he would know you would be very affectionate

but does he know you mean it in a non platonic way ?

the answer is both yes and no HAHHSGHSGHJAH

but at the same time his heart is just bursting sm bc the two of you are close together all the time <33

okay so confession time

you were both binge watching harry potter movies on his couch half cuddling lol

he would say random facts throughout the movies

like did yk abt the set of the first movie or wtvr

like stfu mister handsome

until

UNTIL he accidentally blurts out his crush on u and you were like

insert surprised pikachu face

“did you know that i love you?”

god damn you mister SMOOTH

you squeal and you suddenly shower him w kisses like omg

now u guys r full on cuddling urselves to sleep <3

gg for the hp movies

suna

ya'll like sun and moon

he's more quiet and reserved

and your very loud and outgoing

but it kinda works ya know ??

he could listen to you talk for hours

and sometimes will fall asleep while your going on rants about your day or random facts you know

you guys can always be seen together

and your a very touchy kinda friend

lots of hugs and affection !!

its one of the many things which got suna to fall for you

he started to notice the smaller habits you have

like how when your tired you mumble your words

or when you get happy you start to get rlly bouncy

most people assume ya'll are dating lol

and suna lowkey thinks it as well

that's why when he kisses you out of the blue you're like ??!

and you question him like why tf

which leads to the confession

more like him just being

"well, i assumed we were together? i guess i never asked, but you can't tell me you don't feel the same."

so after that day ya'll were together ✨

not much changed about your relationship tho lmFSOJFJDJFJ

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crhinge · 3 years

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Breaking Down The Classic Rom-Com

I feel like I haven’t written a fun post in a hot sec so lets talk about one of my favorite subjects: Rom Coms

According to wikipedia, a Rom Com, also known as Romantic Comedy, is “a subgenre of comedy and slice-of-life fiction, focusing on lighthearted, humorous plot lines centered on romantic ideas, such as how true love is able to surmount most obstacles.” In the past, Romantic Comedies have also been called “Chick Flicks” but I think this is devaluing of both women and the romantic comedy genre.

The other day, I woke up to find that the most wholesome rom-com couple of all time reunited: Matty & Jenna (Aka Mark Ruffalo & Jennifer Garner). This got me thinking about the beauty of the Rom-Com and how unappreciated they can be. It has been years since we have seen a rom-com with the cultural impact of 13 Going on 30, and I would like to petition for more of them after a sad and painful year.

I can already hear the millions (in my head this blog is extremely popular) of comments “What about To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before?!?” “What about The Kissing Booth?!?” And too that I say, "Good Riddance!” If you’re rating your rom coms on a TATBILB scale, or even WORSE The Kissing booth, I feel sorry for you. Truly I do. So let's dive into the best Rom Coms of all time, but first...

What makes a Rom-Com good? Well let's start with a relatable as hell main character. I am talking a girl (sometimes guy), who has many flaws, but the audience can see themselves within her/him. Let's use Jenna Rink from 13 Going On 30 as an example. Well, she's literally a 13 year old in a 30 year olds body, but don’t we all still have a preteen hiding inside of all of us? She is 100% willing to be herself at every step, even if that means dancing thriller all alone. She touches on all of our insecurities, while teaching us how to break down our walls.

Rom-Coms also need characters to make realistic choices. This does not mean that the movie itself is realistic, but rather than you can understand the choices the characters make. Again, 13 going on 30 does a fabulous job of this. Obviously, Jenna traveling in time because of wishing powder is not realistic, but the choices that her and her past self make are. Due to the insecurities of her childhood and a need to feel included, relevant, and powerful Jenna pushes important people out of her life, which happens to so many people in the real world. These decisions force her to miss out on the love of her life, and ultimately, the story ends sadly: the love of her life marries someone else and she is left with tears, wishing powder, and an old doll house. That is until she is able to travel back in time and change the course of her life.

Lastly, Every classic Rom-Com couple needs to have chemistry. There. I said it. Hollywood loves just casting random famous actors without giving them a proper chemistry read. One great example of this is Julianne Hough and Josh Duhamel in Safe Haven. Both fun, famous, Hollywood actors who have zero chemistry. Mark Ruffalo and Jennifer Garner had more chemistry throwing back Razzles than those two did during an intimate sex scene.

Alright, now that we have broken down the requirements of a Romantic Comedy, let's jump into the best and worst of all time.

Best: When Harry Met Sally. 9/10. A classic. A tale as old as time. Both Sally & Harry are very flawed, yet relatable characters. Sally is too picky and particular, while Harry is a player. They both suck at relationships, but make rational decisions based on their motivations. We all have friends like these two and their chemistry is on point, both on a friendship and romantic level. They bounce off of one another splendidly.

Worst: Sleepless in Seattle. 1/10 I know, this is a strong take, but this is a terrible movie about a stalker. Meg Ryan (I don’t even remember her character's name) is the stupidest most unrelatable character I have seen in a long time. She is extremely unlovable, cheats on her SO emotionally, and flies across the country to stalk a man that she has never met before. And then you’re telling me that Tom hanks FALLS FOR HER? Nope. No. I refuse to except this. Plus, their chemistry in this is pretty mediocre (You’ve Got Mail is Way Better) and we only get to see them together once.

Best: 10 Things I Hate About You. 8/10. I was tempted to leave all high School Rom-Coms off this list, but Heath Ledger is my exception. Talk about likability. Kat is a strong, powerful, independent woman who learns how to be more vulnerable while still being a feminist badass. We all wanted to be Kat growing up. Meanwhile Heath Ledger is the classic bad boy with a soft side, and who wasn’’t into that? Both characters grow into new people throughout the movie making them relatable, complex, and realistic. Not to mention the angel that is Joseph Gordon Levitt, who keeps the audience up beat and smiling throughout the course of this Shakespeare tale

Best: My Big fat Greek Wedding. 10/10. Have you seen this film recently? Because it is an absolute DELIGHT and so relatable. It dives into the difficulty of family expectation and cultures merging. It also has the cutest proposal of all time with a realistic couple that fights for one another on a daily basis. You laugh. You cry. You get a dynamic cast with wonderful chemistry. You feel invested in the family and the relationship. Just a joyful wonderful film.

Worst: Something Borrowed. 0/10. If you’ve never seen this movie, don’t. Ginnifer Goodwin sleeps with her best friends fiancé and we’re supposed to be okay with it because she liked him first. Hard pass. And she ignores John Krazinski who is right in front of her. She is unlikable, unreliable, and makes dumb decisions that no one else would.

Best: He’s just not that into you. 9/10 I will go to bat for this movie. It follows several realistic storylines in a Love Actually manor, except they actual seem legit. A woman realizing her boyfriend is never going to marry her. A girl facing the fact that maybe some guys just aren’t that into her, and she isn’t an exception to the rule. A man slowly making the decision to cheat on his wife as they are growing apart. A woman realizing that she is worth way more than her bastard husband. A woman realizing that the person she’s sleeping with will never leave his wife for her. It's compelling, has realistic characters that we can relate to, and still warms your heart in the end.

Best: The Big Sick. 8/10. Okay to be fair, this is based on a true story so it automatically has realistic characters and decisions. Maybe I should leave this off of the list, but I wish this film got the recognition it deserves. Two lovable main characters who make mistakes that are understandable. Wonderful chemistry between Kumail and his girlfriend as well as her family.

Best: About Time. 11/10 This is hands down the best Rom-Com of all time and Potentially the best film of all time as well. If you don’t cry in this movie you do not have a heart or soul. The characters are SO insanely likable and adorable.It touches on the importance of family and valuing time and how little of it we have. The chemistry within the whole cast is palpable, and we can all relate to at least one character, whether it is the protagonist Tim, his wife Mary, his sister Kit-Kat, or his father.

Well it is important to point out the obvious here: this list is lacking diversity in a huge way. All but one of these movies follow a cis, straight, white couple, and that is extremely concerning. People have attempted to make more diverse rom-coms over the past few years, but they all seem to be lacking one of the three core components of what makes a rom-com great: Relatable, realistic, and great chemistry. For example. Crazy Rich Asians was a fantastic film, but the high level of wealth that Nick Young comes from, made his character difficult to relate to, and I’m sorry but the chemistry just wasn’t there for me. Always Be My Maybe’s characters fell flat and it’s not a film I would want to watch more than once. Love Simon made some huge waves for LGBTQ representation in the media, but that ending kiss was unrealistic along with his friends reaction to fining out he was lying, which left the movie anti-climactic by the end.

Now, the most recent film on this list was made in 2017. And before that 2013. So where have all the Rom Coms gone? Why don’t we see more of them. There are a few Rom Coms that could be contenders on the “Best” list from the last couple of years that include a small amount of diversity:

Yesterday 7/10. The big question here is does this count as a romantic comedy? The love story isn’t the main plot, but is definitely a large sub-plot. This movie features an interracial couple and is highly re-watchable. The main characters are entertaining, relatable, and have pretty good chemistry. We will see if it stands the test of time.

The Broken Hearts Gallery 7/10. This movie has gotten NO recognition. The main character, Lucy, is an extremely likable 20 something, not unlike our Ginnifer Goodwin in He’s Just not that Into You. The plot is fun and predictable but keeps you watching. I don’t know if this one will stay on my list long, but it’s definitely up there.

But here is my challenge to Hollywood: create some new, beautiful Rom Coms that celebrate diversity but that don’t throw away the relatable, realistic, and high chemistry characters that we are just waiting to fall in love with. It’s got like 16 ideas up my sleeve, so just give me a call Hollywood.

#rom com #romantic comedy #13 going on 30 #when harry met sally #sleepless in seattle #my big fat greek wedding #10 things i hate about you #something borrowed #he's just not that into you #the big sick #about time #yesterday #The broken hearts gallery

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lavenderjacobs · 3 years

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true feelings #1 ~ quackity au

hey! so this is gonna be a bit of a different post i’ve been wanting to write a multi-part series for a while now, but i was never sure what to write it about. then i figured that the highschool quackity au could have a lot of potential, so i’m just gonna try it out!

anyways, hope u enjoy! im really proud of how this turned out, and if it’s received well i’m defenitly gonna write more parts to it! <3

(this whole post is gonna make a lot more sense if u read this post first :D)

also thank u sm for 300+ followers u are all very epic

➳ wc; 0,7K ➳ tw; swearing ➳ summary; the aftermath of kissing the stupidest boy in class. a boy that you always thought you hated. ➳ pronouns; she/her ➳ song reccomendation; 505 - arctic monkeys

the last two days have been hell. absolute hell. you didn’t realize how much you enjoyed being around Alex or talking to him until you forced yourself to ignore him.

after what happened at the party friday, you’ve just completely forgotten how to act. everything in your life has lost structure. you had gone years, thinking you hated him. but no one, not even you, knew that that all turned out to be a facade to hide how you truly felt about Alex.

he had kissed you. Alex had kissed you. and you crumbled completely under his touch. it’s like something shattered in your brain. this wasn’t supposed to happen. you were supposed to hate him. he’s such an idiot, he’s everything you despise, how could you ever love him?

so, after it happened, you left the party immediately. after coming home, you checked your phone, and were greeted with countless missed calls and texts from Alex.

‘where are you’

‘we really need to talk’

‘im sorry if i was out of line’

‘i didnt mean to freak you out’

‘answer my calls’

‘c’mon dont be like this’

and after about an hour of you ignoring his texts and calls, just a simple

‘fuck you then’

you completely broke down angry-crying after that. he was so- just so-.

that was the worst part. you didn’t hate him anymore. well, you hated him in a different way than you used to. you used to hate him for being his ignorant self. saying stupid shit in class, always seeking for attention, never keeping his mouth shut. but now you just hated him for being him. Alex with that stupid fucking beanie that he wore all the time. Alex and his adorable laugh. Alex who always smelled like pine and fresh rain. Alex with his goddamn dreamy eyes. Alex with lips, so fucking soft. you hated him.

and now, after a weekend of ignoring your friends, your family, and most importantly, Alex, you had to go back to school.

you sit on the edge of your bed, ready to leave. but the thought of running into Alex has you frozen. what the hell would you even say to him? “Hi Alex! sorry for completely ignoring you after you kissed me, i was just a bit busy crying over how much i hated you.” ..stupid.

when you arrive at school, your friends bombard you with questions about where you’ve been this weekend. “oh, just...you know...busy with homework, nothing special.” you say to avoid any questions. if they found out you had spent all weekend crying over a boy your whole friend group despised, you’d be an absolute laughing stock for the rest of the year. your friends just keep chatting about some upcoming test, and head off to class, as you stay behind, getting your stuff from your locker. as you close it, an all to familiar face pops up behind you.

“you thought you got rid of me huh?”

while internally screaming, you try your absolute hardest to seem unbothered. you roll your eyes at Alex as you put your books in your backpack and try to walk away from him.

“seriously? you’re just not gonna talk to me?” he says while following you.

“why would I?” you answer him with raised eyebrows and a playfull expression.

“you’re literally so annoying.” this time he’s the one rolling his eyes.

“oh yeah? then why did you kiss me?”

your eyes immediately widen, as you realize what you just said. you can feel your face becoming a bright shade of red. Alex looks down on you with a stone-cold look on his face. you try your hardest to read the expression on his face, and to your surprise, for a split-second, he looks a bit hurt.

he nods. “okay then. just forget it even happened.”

as he walks away, you’re just left confused.

how where you ever supposed to forget it happened?

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bxngchxn · 3 years

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mutual || h. hyunjin

this is a fic that I have re-uploaded from my old blog, @ethereal-bang . I’ll be reuploading all of my old works here and deleting my old blog soon. hope you enjoy!

request: “maybe some hyunjin + mutual masturbation? bonus points if they’re ‘just friends’”

characters: hyunjin x female reader

wc: 2.4k

genre: smut

warnings: mutual masturbation, dirty talk, slight dom themes

This is intended for mature audiences. Do not read if you are under the age of 18

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Okay, this was probably the stupidest decision you had made in awhile. Or rather, the stupidest decision Hyunjin had made that you agreed to. You knew the moment your best friend invited himself over to your apartment for a “movie night”, that there was something going on.

Hyunjin: hey are u busy

You: I mean, not really ? It’s 9pm jinnie

Hyunjin: right ok cool I’m coming over

You: Wait, what? Why?

Hyunjin: you’ll see, be there in five

Your eyes bulge out of your head at his boldness. Regardless, you made sure your apartment was visitor friendly, even though you knew he wouldn’t care. Hyunjin has been your best friend since junior year of high school. Now into your second year of college, the two of you have been through pretty much everything.

True to his word, five minutes later Hyunjin walked into your apartment and dramatically flopped onto your couch. You watched him while you walked into the living room, the blonde haired boy making himself comfortable before turning to you.

“Okay, so why do I have the pleasure of being graced with your presence at this time of night?” You asked, taking a seat next to him. He looked at you weirdly, he was hiding something.

“Look. Just hear me out,” he starts, and alarms immediately go off in your head. “Hwang Hyunjin what did you do?” You ask him, eyes narrowing. Sticking his hands out defensively, he sits up right on the couch. “I didn’t do anything !! I just… so the boys and I were talking about movies today, yeah?” He started. Unsure of where this was going, and why you were involved, you nod your head slowly.

“And there’s this movie, called 365 Days? Have you heard of it?” He asks cautiously.

Yeah, you had heard of it. It was the biggest trend going around right now. Some movie about a guy that meets a woman, kidnaps her and wants her to fall in love with him within a year, and if not she gets to leave. Everything you’ve heard about it has been a mix of cringe and intrigue. The movie is extremely dirty, you’ve heard.

“Yeah, I’ve heard of it.” You say nonchalantly, waiting to see where the conversation takes you. “Ah, well, uh.. Ha-have you seen it?” He looks too embarrassed to look you in the eye. “No, I haven’t, Hyunjin. What does any of this have to do with me?” You question. Hyunjin shifts around in his spot on the couch. “Well, the boys..the b-boys dared me to watch it and I don’t want to watch it alone! Will you please watch it with me? Please?” He says quickly. Your eyes widen, not able to believe that this was the reason he was in your living room.

“Wouldn’t it be weird?!”

“No! Y/N we’ve been friends for so long and it’s not like we’re not comfortable with each other!!” He reasons. “Hyunjin, it’s basically porn!” You laugh, unsure how to correctly convey your emotions. “Look, let’s watch like half of it. You know I can’t back down on a dare, Y/N please,” he begs. You weighed the options. Would it be weird? Maybe a little, but he’s right. You’re comfortable with him. What could go wrong, right? It’s just a movie.

Sighing, you see his face light up in victory. “Fine,” you say and grab the remote, searching for the movie.

Oh boy, were you wrong.

This movie was way more sexual than you had originally thought. Yeah, you had heard the rumors about the infamous Boat Scene, where the main character finally gives in to her male kidnapper and they spend what seems like the entire day absolutely railing each other, but you didn’t think it would be this…graphic.

You were basically sitting on your couch watching softcore porn with your best friend. If someone had told you that this was how you would be spending your night, you’d laugh in their face. But here you are, sitting five feet apart from Hyunjin on the couch, both of you too afraid to make eye contact with each other as the two main characters have yet another round, this time on the front deck of the boat.

You were definitely hot and bothered at this point, how could you not be? You tried to be subtle, shifting back and forth on the couch to try and relieve some of the pressure you were feeling between your thighs. You couldn’t wait for Hyunjin to get out of here so you could take care of it yourself, his presence not helping you in the slightest.

Hyunjin is hot, everyone knows it. His long hair dyed a platinum blonde and always kept in a ponytail, except for tonight he decided to let it hang down around him. You tried taking a glance at him, afraid he’d catch you staring and make the atmosphere even more awkward than it already was.

Hyunjin was having a hard time. Figuratively and literally. He had no clue this movie would be like this!! He heard the rumors just like you had, but he figured that everyone was over exaggerating, wanting to seem cool for watching a “raunchy movie”, but no, they were all spot on. And to make matters worse, he was watching it with you. He had no idea why he decided this would be a good idea. Maybe get some laughs at how terrible the movie is, and then turn it off and order takeout or something? He’s really not sure. But now all he’s thinking about is the fact that there is porn playing on your tv, and your shifting back and forth has not gone unnoticed by him.

Would it really be bad if he…initiated something? It was getting hard to control himself, he could feel his resolve slipping. He knows the movie is doing something to you too, it’s too obvious. Maybe acknowledging it will make the situation less awkward.

Well, you never know till you find out.

Hyunjin can feel his heart beating fast in his chest as he takes a side glance at you. Your eyes are still glued to the screen, most likely due to embarrassment, but partially out of lust. He can see your pupils get larger slightly as you watch the scenes unfolding on tv. You shift your weight once more, and Hyunjin takes a deep breath as he turns to actually face you.

You feel Hyunjin look at you, and you immediately feel embarrassed when you meet his eyes.

Hyunjin almost backs out, but opts to look back at the tv because he cannot make eye contact with you right now. “Well, this movie is…something..” he says quietly, and your face heats up. “Yeah…sure is,” you trail off quietly, unsure what to say. How could he be having a conversation with you right now?

“Look…now just hear me out,” He starts. Those words got you into this predicament, you can only imagine where they’ll take you now. You can still hear the characters moaning on the screen, and you try to block them out and pay attention to Hyunjin.

“We’re both sitting here incredibly turned on, am I wrong?” He starts. You go wide eyed, and the blush already on your cheeks darkens as you realize you weren’t being as discreet as you thought you were. “All I’m saying is, why don’t we…help each other out? I guess?” He says quickly, trying to make it sound like a stupid suggestion. You could clearly see his hard on through his sweat pants, and you thought about it.

“Have you heard of mutual masturbation?” you ask him. Hyunjin almost chokes at hearing those words even leave your mouth. He thought you were going to yell at him, push him out of your apartment and never want to speak to him again. You surprised yourself by being so forward, but it’s Hyunjin. It wouldn’t hurt.

“I..yeah, I have. Do..do you want to?” He asks, finally looking you in the eyes. Your gaze meets his, and the lust is evident in his eyes as he tries to discreetly check you out. This would change your friendship in a way that you would’ve never expected it to, but you don’t feel worried at all.

“You’re not gonna be weird about it afterwards, right? I mean, it’s not a big deal right?” You ask, and he shakes his head. “No! Not a big deal at all, as long as you’re not going to be w- oh, okay” he says, cutting himself off because you’ve now angled yourself in the corner of the couch to face him, your hands already ghosting the edge of your sleep shorts. You giggle as Hyunjin moves to do the same, and the sound is music to his ears.

Hyunjin sweeps his eyes over your form, and feels something spark in him. You look so small all the way over there, the giant tshirt you had on was not doing anything to help the sight. Hyunjin was starting to have ideas, and he decides that he wants to test the waters.

Before he can even get to it though, you let out a little sigh as your fingers tease yourself over your underwear. “H-hyunjin.. Can you like, say something? Maybe?” You ask timidly. You can see the mood shift in his eyes as he smirks.

“Oh, you want me to talk dirty to you, huh?” He chuckles, and with the way your chest hitches, he knows he’s headed in the right direction. You blush and nod your head, embarrassed to say anything else.

Hyunjin is palming himself over his sweatpants, trying to keep pace with you. He watches as you relax into your own touch, and decides that he doesn’t want to hold back anymore.

Sliding his hands into his boxers, he sighs in relief at finally feeling something. “Do you feel good baby? Talk to me,” he tells you, and for some reason the new pet name sets you on fire. Following his lead you finally move your fingers past your panties, dragging circles along your clit and letting a soft moan slip past your lips. “Yes, God, so good” you moan. You look up at him and the feeling is magnified.

His sweatpants have fallen a little low on his hips, and the sight of his hips and the muscles under his tshirt has you wanting to see more. Hyunjin notices you eyeing him, and decides to take his shirt off, throwing it on the floor next to the couch. He’s absolutely gorgeous, muscles flexing as he works himself up.

“Now don’t let me be the only one getting naked baby, let me really see you,” he says, and the tone is just between demanding and almost condescending. This new side to Hyunjin instantly makes you want to give in, and you’d do whatever he asked you to as long as you got to look at him like this.

You watch his eyes go wide when you take your shirt off, and you had almost forgotten that you weren’t even in your bra. Chest completely bare in front of him, he doesn’t take his eyes off you for a second as he slides his sweatpants down farther. You now have a perfect view of his cock, long and hard in his hand. This was one of the most beautiful sights you had ever seen.

“Jesus fuck-” Hyunjin groans, his hand moving faster on his cock. You match his movements, getting yourself worked up. At this point you take your shorts off as well, the two of you completely naked, on opposite sides of the couch.

“You can take a few fingers for me, right doll? Show me what you do when no one’s around,” He says, fucking up into his hand. You bring your hand up to your mouth and slide your fingers in, putting on a show for him. His eyes never leave your face, and you’re glad he’s as affected by this as you are.

You insert one finger into your core and your back arches, finally getting a taste of what you’ve been wanting so badly. Its nowhere near enough, you decide, and insert another finger. Hyunjin thinks that you look so, so pretty like this. He could sit for hours and just watch you, wouldn’t even need to touch you and he would be okay.

Getting lost in your own pleasure, you let your thoughts travel to the boy on the couch across from you. You still couldn’t believe this was happening. All of the times you’ve ever gotten off to the thought of your best friend flash behind your eyelids, and it only brings you closer to the edge.

Hyunjin is almost there, too, and wants to make sure you cum before him, or at least at the same time as him. “F-fuck Y/N I’m so close. You can go a little faster for me, right baby? Make yourself feel good for me,” he says, and the request has you keening. “H-Hyunjin,” you moan out, letting the feeling completely take over as your reach down to rub circles on your clit, your orgasm approaching quickly.

“Just like that baby, maybe next time I’ll let you cum on my fingers instead,” he says, voice getting breathy as he approaches his high. “Oh God, Hyunjin please,” you beg, even though you’re not sure what you’re begging for at this point.

It doesn’t take too much longer until the coil that was wound suddenly bursts, your orgasm taking over your senses. You lift your back off of the couch, whimpers coming from your mouth as you ride out your own orgasm. Watching you cum sets Hyunjin off, and he quickens his pace. Ribbons of white paint his stomach and his hands, and the sounds that leave his lips, deep and gravely are almost enough to set you off again.

The two of you sit there, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms, the movie completely forgotten. The credits were rolling in the background now, and Hyunjin has completely forgotten about the dare he was supposed to be doing right now. You look over at Hyunjin, his skin glowing and just looking absolutely ethereal. Hyunjin is thinking the same, taking in the way your hair has gotten messed up from running your hands through it, and the slight sheen of sweat on your forehead.

It’s quiet for a moment, and you make your way closer to Hyunjin. His eyes widen as you get closer. Opting to lean in close to him, you whisper in his ear.

“So.. are you gonna let me cum on your fingers now?” you tease.

And he does. And on his tongue, too. Y’know, for good measure.

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#stray kids scenarios #stray kids smut #hyunjin smut #bxngchxn fics #hyunjin

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 3 years

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Sweet Pea//nothing i wouldn’t do for you

Request: Can I request a SP/Reader where reader gets hurt (twists her ankle or something minor) and everyone is like “we gotta hide it from SP” readers confused until he finds out and he like way overreacts and like carries her everywhere, aka too much overprotective-ness/caring

hey! how is everyone! i hope you’re all amazinggggg (you already are because you’re reading this) anyway, i hope you like this!! this is another one i wrote ages ago so it might have a little bit of a different tone than my recent things, but i think you’ll still like it! also, it was this blogs 5th birthday yesterday! so happy birthday!! and if you’ve been here from the beginning...why? (kidding, i love you!)

“This is bad. This is really really bad.” Fangs and Toni are stood at the foot of the hospital bed you’re sat on.

“Yep.” Toni agrees. “What are we gonna do?”

“Guys. I twisted my ankle. Why are you freaking out?” You ask confused and they both shush you.

“This is bad because if your boyfriend finds out he will go into overprotective mode, and overprotective Sweet Pea, is the worst Sweet Pea.”

“I’m sure he isn’t that bad.”

“Believe us. He’s bad. Fangs once broke his finger and Sweet Pea did literally everything for him.” Toni explains.

“And I mean everything.” Fangs adds, shivering slightly.

“Do I want to know?”

“No.” They both shake their heads.

“That was ages ago though, I can’t imagine he’s going to be that bad now.”

“Last year me and Jughead were fighting and Jughead grazed my arm with his knife. Sweet Pea chased him around the Southside with a knife for a full day.”

“He’d do that anyway.” You try to defend him your boyfriend.

“He also refused to let me walk anyway, and he also sat outside my bedroom at night just in case Jughead came back to ‘finish the job.’” She adds.

“Okay? So he’s over protective? Thats a good thing, it means he loves you. He probably won’t be that bothered by this.” You shrugs and they raise their eyebrows.

“We’re just Sweet Pea’s friends. You’re his girlfriend, the woman who loves him unconditionally and who lets him have sex with her. We thought he was bad with us, it’s gonna be a million times worse with you.”

“So what do you suggest we do? Because I don’t want to lie to him.”

“Its fine. We’ll lie to him. Its for the greater good.” Fangs nods. “We can figure this out.”

“Yeah. He doesn’t know you’re here.”

“You didn’t tell him!”

“Of course not. Have you been listening to what we’ve been telling you?” Toni rolls her eyes.

“So, we’ll drop you off at home and then we’ll figure it out.” Fangs says. “Now, do you really need that bandage?”

“Yes!” You say annoyed.

For two days you’d managed to avoid Sweet Pea. That was only because you’d been kept off school for a few days and when Sweet Pea asked Toni and Fangs if they’d seen you, they told him you were sick.

However now it was your first day back at school and there was nowhere to hide. You, Toni and Fangs were talking in the corridor when Sweet Pea approached the three of you. His gaze immediately went to the crutches you were leaning on and the bandage around your ankle.

“Baby, what happened to your ankle?” He asks, his voice full of concern and eyebrows furrowed. You look at Toni and Fangs who are sending you frantic looks, however you just roll your eyes. This was the stupidest thing they’d ever tried to do and you weren’t going to help them with it. Sweet Pea was your boyfriend, you weren’t going to lie to him.

“I twist-” You start.

“She’s getting ready for the new musical Kevin’s doing.” Fangs interrupts. Apparently you were lying to your boyfriend. Thanks a lot Fogarty.

“Huh?” You and Sweet Pea asks. Sweet Pea looks at you confused before Toni starts talking quickly.

“Its er a one woman show of a girl that wears a bandage around her ankle. Its the whole theme of the musical...”

“Ya know. If it looks broken, it er, probably isn’t?” Fangs says, the sentence coming out more than a question that a proper answer. Idiots.

“Oh, what’s it called?” Sweet Pea asks. Maybe they weren’t the only idiots you knew.

“Me and My Broken Leg.” Fangs replies and you have to stifle a laugh.

“It’s very unheard of.” Toni backs him up. “But it’s Kevin’s favourite.”

“She’s gonna do the whole musical on crutches.” Fangs smiles at you.

“Its proven very difficult during the dancing parts.” Toni adds. They’re definitely running out of ideas.

“But she’s pushed through it!” Fangs pats your back.

“Thats great babe!” Sweet Pea hugs you and you glare at your friends. “I can’t wait to see you.” He smiles.

“Yeah. Its gonna be...” You trail off.

“Great!!” Toni and Fangs say simultaneously making you sigh.

“The costume’s so real too.” Sweet Pea says in awe as he looks at you. You’ve had enough. You about to tell him, however the bell rings for your first class and Toni and Fangs spring into action.

“Well, see you later Sweet Pea. We have to get to class.” Fangs excuses the three of you.

“Yeah, come on Y/n. You need to practice walking on those crutches if you want to be ready for opening night.” Toni says loudly enough for Sweet Pea to hear as you walk away.

“Bye!” Sweet Pea calls. “I love you babe.”

“I love you too.” You call back, despite being practically dragged away.

“Me and My Broken Leg...I’ll have to google it.”

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“I can’t believe you actually got away with that.” You scoff. Fangs and Toni had helped you to your next class, before sitting on either side of you. “Me and My Broken Leg? Seriously? What kind of name for a musical is that?”

“I had to think of something!” Fangs defends.

“Or we could have just told him I twisted my ankle, you know, because its the truth.”

“Absolutely not. We are not dealing with overprotective Sweet Pea, and you won’t want to either. You’re looking at him with rose-tinted glasses on right now, but when he rears his massive, overprotective head, you’ll be wishing you’d gone along with this.” Toni replies making you roll your eyes.

“I feel bad though. He’s still my boyfriend. I don’t want to lie to him.”

“Its for the greater good.” They say together and you shake your head.

“The greater good?” You repeat and they both nod. “Sure it is. Will it still be for the greater good when he’s broken up with me?”

“He’s not gonna break up with you. You’re way out of his league, you could murder us brutally and he’d ask you to marry him.”

“So it’d be a win win for everyone.” You mumble under your breath.

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“Kevin!” Sweet Pea shouts down the corridor.

“Yeah?” Kevin asks once the tall Serpent has caught up with him.

“Do you need any help with the musical, like extra’s or behind the scenes stuff.”

“Errrr.” Kevin stares at him confused. “Yeah? But is it really your thing?”

“Why wouldn’t it be? I did the musical last year.”

“True, but I just thought you wouldn’t want to do it again.”

“I want to support my girl.” He smiles at the thought of you.

“Your girl is...” He trails off.

“Y/n.”

“Yes. I knew that. Y/n isn’t in th-”

“Oh, you might have to tell me what its about though. I googled Me and My Broken Leg and nothing came up. Toni told me that its really unheard of but apparently its your favourite.”

“I’m happy that you want to support your girlfriend and I’m honored that you came to me for musical help, but there’s no such this as Me and My Broken Leg. And Y/n isn’t in the musical this year, she was going to help out but when she twisted her ankle she had to drop o-”

“She twisted her ankle?”

“Yeah.” Kevin nods.

“When?”

“At the weekend. Toni and Fangs went to the hospital with her.” He explains. An angry expression settles over Sweet Pea’s face and he listen to Kevin talk. “I feel like I’ve just told you something I wasn’t supposed to. Bye?” Kevin quickly excuses himself, leaving Sweet Pea standing in the corridor.

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“You lied to me?” Sweet Pea’s voice booms through the quiet library.

“Here we go.” You mumble and turn around to face him. Toni and Fangs look at each other wide-eyed before starting to gather their stuff.

“Sit down.” He tells them angrily. “You twisted your ankle and didn’t tell me?”

“Believe me I tried, it was these two idiots who wanted to keep it from you.”

“Why!” He shouts.

“Because you’re a nightmare to be around when someone you love gets hurt.” Fangs sighs.

“And we didn’t want the only girl that seems to want to be with you, to run away...well limp. It was for you’re own good.” Toni backs her friend up and Sweet Pea crosses his arms, his jaw clenched as he glares at the two of them.

“I’m not a nightmare!” He argues.

“Oh really?” They both ask, raising their eyebrows.

“I really didn’t want to lie to you baby.” You try to defuse the situation. Sweet Pea looks at you, hurt swirling in his eyes. This definitely hurt more than twisting your ankle. “I felt awful, and I was gonna tell you when I was alone with you. But please don’t be mad at Toni and Fangs, they were doing what they thought was best. And I really am fine.”

“I’m not upset about that.” He mumbles and the three of you look at him confused. “Well, I am. But I’m more upset at something else.”

“What baby?” You asked softly and he sits beside you.

“I asked Kevin if he needed any help with the musical.” He grumbles and the three of you share a look before bursting into laughter. “Guys, it’s not funny.”

“We’re sorry.” Fangs says through laughter. “For everything.” He adds and Toni nods.

“But you do get a little over protective.” She snickers.

“Come on Y/n, lets go to class.” He says angrily.

“Did you really ask Kevin about Me and My Broken Leg?” You ask.

“Yes.” He mutters. “I wanted to support you.”

“Awwww, baby.” You tease and pinch his cheek.

“Shut up. I’m still mad.”

“Put me down then.” You retort and motion to the fact that he’s carrying you bridal style down the corridor.

“No way. How are you gonna get to your next class?”

“Maybe Toni and Fangs were right.” You mutter.

“This is just the beginning.”

“Great.”

“How exactly did you twist your ankle?” He asks.

“I just tripped over a curb on the way home.” You shrug.

“So I don’t need to threaten anyone with a knife?”

“No.” You shake your head. “Unless you want to look insane.”

“Right.” He nods. “This has no correlation to anything that has happened to you but, how do you baby-proof a house?” He looks at you and you narrow your eyes. “Just asking for a friend.”

“Maybe I should have gone along with Toni and Fangs musical idea.”

#sweet pea #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea x you #riverdale #riverdale imagine #jordan connor #jordan connor imagine

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tinyboxxtink · 3 years

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"...So I Married A Monster" *Part 5*

When it says he has "a manic smile and crazy eyes" this is what I picture. lulz.

Chapter 4

Chapter 6

Gotta say got mixed reviews on who people are mad at, and honestly I'm shocked.

Y'all really just toss Y/N to the wolves like that? OLIVIA'S ALWAYS THE BAD GUY

Hahaha. I'm just kidding. Not really.

Anyway she's punished, so I hope you're happy.

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It was a long train ride and a drive home to your house in Jersey, you cried the whole way. You had to get all your tears out before you got home, you knew you couldn’t cry over Rafael in front of your family. But why were you crying over him? He just betrayed the shit out of you. He just sat there and defended that psychopath Olivia to you; After she physically assaulted you. And then he had the audacity to tell you he loved you? What a fucking dickbag.

You pulled makeup out of your bag and began to hide the mascara and eyeliner mess your current face was covered in. When you were sure it was decent enough to walk into your house with, you grabbed your bag and briefcase and headed inside.

When you opened your front door you saw Billy on the couch, one of the girls on either side of him. They were watching Frozen, and eating popcorn. Both Maggie and Kylie jumped up to greet you when you walked in the door. You dropped your bags and barely caught Kylie before she knocked you over.

“Mommy!” She cried happily.

“Hey baby girl,”

“Mom, is it true? Dad’s moving home?” Maggie asked, causing you to shoot Billy a shocked and stern look.

“We haven’t discussed it yet,” You said it smiling, but through gritted teeth.

“Why don’t we do that now then, sweetheart?” He smiled warmly at you while you cautiously approached him, putting Kylie down.

“Sounds good,” You didn’t respond with a pet name, meaning business. You let the girls get back on the couch and watch the movie while Billy followed you into the dining room to talk, just as you and Rafael did before.

“I straight up told you Billy, you can’t just start telling them things!”

“Well it’s the truth isn’t it?” He kept calm.

“I told you I’d think about it--”

“And I told you to go talk to Barba, so you could get your head cleared,” He gave you a look. “And you did, so--”

“So what, you think Rafael is the only thing standing between us?”

“Well, obviously babe,” He put a hand over yours. “I mean, let’s be real. I left you,”

“Wow…” You snapped your hand away from his. “You really know how to woo a girl, don’t you?”

“Oh come on babe you know I was just--” He teased, trying to take your hand.

“Oh I know what you were just,” You huffed.

“...Look I don’t know why you’re mad at me, Barba’s the one who chose that bitch over you,” Billy scoffed.

“....What did you just say?” Your mouth fell open.

“What? I mean--”

“Were you--” Your eyes darted back and forth on the table as you tried to process what this meant. “Were you spying on me?”

“No,” He shook his head. “No, I just wanted to make sure you made the right decision,”

“What does that mean?” You narrowed your eyes.

“Oh I think you know what it means, Y/N,”

“You?” You raised an eyebrow. “You had to make sure? You couldn’t have just trusted me to make the ‘right’ decision?”

“Oh come babe don’t be like that, you know I love you--”

“Do you?” You narrowed your eyes. “Love is trust,”

“This is about what Barba said, isn’t it?” Billy's tone turned dark.

“Wha-- No!” You looked at him like he was delusional. “This is about what I’m saying!”

“Well what are you saying, Y/N?” His eyebrows arched.

“I’m saying, you can’t move in,” You said seriously.

“Yeah, that’s not what I’m hearing,” Billy laughed.

“Excuse me?” You barely exhaled, starting to see the beast behind the mask.

“Did I not speak clear enough, honey?” Billy’s voice suddenly turned very sinister. “If I say I wanna come home, I’m coming home,”

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Meanwhile at Barba’s Office

Rafael paced back and forth, trying to figure out his next move. He knew Olivia would already be on her game trying to link you and Lewis together, at least she didn’t know where you lived. She’d send squad cars out there before he could even issue a warrant. But he wasn’t giving up on you that easily. He dialed your number, praying you would answer.

“Hello?”

“....Lewis,”

“Well obviously, who did you think it was gonna be, Barba?”

“Where is she?”

“What do you mean ‘where is she’?” He asked him like it was the stupidest question in the world. “Obviously she’s right here with me and our children, y’know where she’s SUPPOSED to be,”

“I want to talk to her,”

“Well you know Barba I really don’t think she wants to talk to you, y’know since you chose Olivia over her and all,”

“I didn’t--”

“Go on babe, tell him.”

“...He’s right, Rafael,” He heard your voice come through the phone. But it didn’t sound like you, not your normal self.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

“...No, I’m not,” You sniffled. “You broke my heart, Rafael,”

“See? Such a bad man, Barba,” Lewis chastised him.

“Shut up,” Rafael growled.

“Hey now man, no need to get testy with me,” Lewis said innocently. “I’m not the one who screwed up royally with my wife,”

“She is NOT your wife!” Rafael barked.

“Oh, I think she will be officially once again, soon enough,”

“Not if I lock your ass up first,” Barba threatened.

“Is that a threat, Barba?” Lewis’s voice grew softer and grittier. “Are you threatening to send cops here? Because I really, really don’t think you wanna do that,”

“And why wouldn’t I want to do that?”

“...Give me one sec,” Lewis pulled the phone away from his ear. Rafael heard a camera sound and some buttons mash, and then a text notification.

He opened it to see a picture of your daughters sitting on a couch across from you, totally engrossed in the move. They were in the background of the main focus of the photo, you and Billy. Billy had his classic smile in full effect, you had the most uncomfortable smile on your face.

And then, he saw it. He pinched and zoomed, but he could see Lewis had a gun pressed against your back. He knew it. He knew you were in trouble. He knew you needed him.

“Lewis I swear to God if you hurt her--”

“What? No, never Barba,” Billy shook his head while he pushed the gun up against your back with a creepy smile as he lowered his voice so the girl’s couldn’t hear.

“But, y’know if you start sending cops here, you know wires get crossed. Maybe your cop friends shoot the wrong person, then I try and defend my family, it turns into a shoot out, I mean-- people could die,” He warned.

“Alright, look Lewis don’t do anything stupid,” Rafael backed off. “I know you want your daughters safe, that’s your main priority right?”

“Oh you bet it is, counselor,” He beamed at his two precious princesses, completely oblivious to the horrors going on across the couch from them.

“So then just-- just take them, leave Y/N alone,”

“Oh I’m sorry, are you offering up our children to negotiate for my wife? Because I’m pretty sure she’d have a problem with never seeing our girls again, wouldn’t you babe?”

“Rafael I’m not leaving my kids, just-- just leave us alone, okay? Forget about me,”

“He has a GUN on you, Y/N!” Rafael cried erratically. “How am I supposed to just hang up and pretend everything’s okay if he has a gun on you?”

“It’s just…” You looked at Billy who had crazy eyes and a now manic smile on his face. “It’s just...protection,”

“Protection?” Rafael scoffed. “Protection from you?”

“FOR me,” You lied. You were scared out of your mind right now, but you couldn’t show Billy that. Why didn’t you listen to Rafael? Why didn’t you at least hear him out?

“This is your fault anyway Rafael, so just-- live with it,”

“My fault?” Rafael asked in disbelief. “How is this MY--”

“When you chose Olivia over me!” You hissed, trying not to alert the girls.

Billy was just grinning at the conversation, reveling in you having it out with his nemesis. He couldn’t help himself, he grabbed you and kissed you. You pulled back in surprise, yelping a bit. But as soon as Billy gave you a warning look, you gave him a nervous smile and a peck back.

“Baby…” You tried to sound giggly embarrassed. “Not in front of the kids,”

“I can’t help it babe, you’re just so sexy when you’re berating that fu--” He glanced at the girls. “Fugly ADA,”

“Did he kiss you? Did he forcibly kiss you Y/N?!" Rafael was ready to crawl through the phone.

“Baby,” You put a hand over the receiver. “Maybe I should take this in there, so I can really yell at him without upsetting the girls,”

“Oh, I think I’ll come with, dear,” He stood up and took your hand while holding the gun behind his back. “Hey babies me and mommy will be right back, gotta refill the snacks!”

The girls barely acknowledged him, too engrossed in the move as you and him walked into the kitchen away from their eyes and ears.

“Now where were we?” Billy gestured to the phone, encouraging you to continue.

“Rafael, if you hadn’t sided with Olivia after she literally attacked me, I would have--” You looked at Billy. What were you gonna say you never would have gone back to him? That would surely result in a bullet in your head.

“You wouldn’t have left and walked straight into that monster’s arms, I know amor--”

“Hey, no no-- no amor, amigo,” Billy warned. “She ain’t yours anymore, comprende?”

“.....Look, Billy and I are-- starting over. He apologized for leaving me and we’re gonna make our family work. So just--” You had to hurt him to save him; if he tried coming after you Billy would surely kill him.

“....Just go be with your fucking detective and leave us the fuck alone!” You started to cry, unable to help it. You really were overcome with anger and sadness, though you really sure which was more apparent right now.

“Awww, see Barba?” Billy wiped your tears with his thumb. “You went and made my baby cry,”

“She is NOT your--”

“Oh I think we all established who belongs to who now, Barba, don’t you think?” He mocked him, referring to Oliva's little crush on him.

“Now, listen to my wife and leave us the fuck alone. Or pay the price,” He warned one last time before hanging up.

“Can you believe the nerve of that guy?” Billy gave you a smile and a half laugh.

“Yeah, totally…” You nervously laughed. “Billy, now that that’s-- done, can we just--” You glanced at the gun. “Can we just be us, now? No...protection, needed?”

“Y’know what babe, I think that’s a great idea,” He nodded, pulling out one of your drawers and placing the gun inside it. Then he took a lock from the drawer and put it in the drawer, locking it tight and putting the key in his pocket.

“Can’t be too careful with kiddos around the house,” He gave you a sly grin before pulling you into a deep, sloppy kiss. This time you didn’t dare back away or resist, you just kissed him back.

You hated yourself for thinking it, but for a second it felt nice, memories of when you’d have secret make out sessions in the kitchen like this while the girls watched a movie all the time came flooding back to you. But this wasn’t that, this wasn’t the same at all.

“Y’know…” Billy looked in on the girls. “They’re pretty into that movie, and the sequel is next in the queue,”

“So…?” You didn’t like where this was headed.

“Sooooooo,” He replied in a singsong tone, his eyebrows wiggling. “I say we get….reacquainted , while we can,”

Oh god. He meant sex. He wanted to have sex with you right now.

“Oh um--Billy,” You blushed. “I haven’t...I don’t...have any protection,”

“So what?” He waved his hands. “So we’ll have another baby, we can handle it! Come on babe, just like the old days. I’ll even do that thing you like…”

You tried not to physically vomit at the thought of carrying any more of this man's children. God, there was no way of getting out of this was there?

“....Okay, sounds...awesome,” You did your best to get an arousal smile going.

“Good,” He picked you up bridal style. “Girls, mommy and daddy are gonna have some alone time, be good!”

“Ew, gross dad,” You could hear Maggie fake gagging. “TMI!”

“She has gotten so sassy, that one,” He laughed as he groped your mouth with his lips and tongue, hauling you off the to bedroom.

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Olivia’s Office

Rafael stormed into the bullpen, where Olivia was already briefing the team on the new developments.

“Barba,” She smiled nervously. “Just the man I wanted to see,”

“...Why?” Rafael looked around at all of them with curious eyes.

“Why don’t we talk in my office?” She led Rafael into her office and closed the door.

“Liv look--”

“Now Rafa I know you don’t want to, but you’re going to need to give up Y/N’s address,”

“What? No! Why?” Rafael shut that down real quick.

“Because we know that’s where they are,” Olivia stated like it was totally obvious.

“You mean where he has her,” Rafael clarified.

“He has her?” She laughed. “She went willingly--”

“Because I betrayed her!” Rafael cried angrily.

“Excuse me?”

“Look, Liv--” He sighed and took her hands. “You are my best friend, and I’ll-- I’ll go down swinging for you, you know that,”

“But--??”

“But--” He sighed harder. “Y-You have to think about what it looks like to outsiders, what you did to Lewis--”

“What I did to him?” Her eyes went wide with shock. “What about what he--”

“I know,” He stopped her by gripping her hands tighter. “And--And I’m sure it was hell, whatever he put you through. But--”

“Well, go on,” Olivia scoffed, tears coming to her eyes as her best friend turned on her.

“....It is all just hearsay,” He gave her a sympathetic shrug.

“Are you serious?” Olivia did her best not to flat out scream in rage. “You don’t believe that I had--”

“I believe that you did what you thought you had to do,” Rafael assured her. Olivia scoffed and moved away from him, not believing this was happening.

“And- And I know Lewis is a monster, but I should have handled it better with Y/N. Especially because I know how charming and silver tongued he is. And she was--- is, in love with him,” Rafael looked down at the floor as he remembered your words.

Could you have just been saying that to hurt him? Because he was choosing Olivia? You didn’t look like you loved Lewis in that photo he sent him. For fuck’s sake he had a gun on you to keep you sitting there. And you didn’t sound fine on the phone. He knew you. Even if Lewis knew you longer, Rafael was sure he knew you better. He knew you were in trouble.

“But he has her there against her will,” He finished firmly.

“Oh please--” She laughed cruelly.

“Does this look like compliance to you?!” Rafael shoved the photo Lewis had sent him in Olivia’s face. She blinked at it, trying not to have a PTSD freak out just seeing Lewis’s grinning ghoul face.

“And he said if I send cops there, he will kill her,” Rafael's voice shook as he thought of what could happen to you.

“So you just wanna let him walk?” Olivia asked accusingly.

“NO,” Rafael said very adamantly. “But I’m saying we need to do this smartly, not just go in there guns blazing. Besides Y/N, she’s got two little girls in there. We can’t get them in the crossfire,”

“No, of course not,” Olivia nodded in agreement for the first time. If there was one thing she was on the same page with Rafael, it was protecting the kids.

“Thank you,” Rafael gave her a small smile and a hug. “...Are you going to be able to handle this?”

“What, because it involves the woman you love, or the psychopath that I hate?”

“Both,”

“I think I can cope,” Olivia gave him a look as she opened the door to her office back into the bullpen.

“Alright troops,” She announced to the squad.

“Time to get to work,”

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leejungchans · 3 years

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— wifey.

word count: 1.7k

warning(s): none!!

genre: fluff, humour

notes: obviously i don’t know what went on backstage at the sma/award shows in general, especially with the special arrangements of award shows in the past two years due to you-know-what, so this is mainly based on my own interpretation/imagination!!

set during january 31, 2021

summary: juliet tells one of her closest friends her secret backstage at the seoul music awards.

juliet’s masterlist | ask game

ryujinnie 🙄💖 [19:16] do you wanna stop by and chat? 🥺

juliet 🤍 [19:17] didn’t we just talk on the phone yesterday? i didn’t know you wanted to see me this much 😼

ryujinnie 🙄💖 [19:17] ...never mind 🚪🚶🏻‍♀️

juliet 🤍 [19:17] no wait i’m joking come back wifey 🥺🥺🥺🥺 what number is your dressing room?

“Unnie,” Juliet calls out to her manager, “can I go see Ryujin at ITZY’s dressing room? I won’t be long.”

Despite wearing a mask, Juliet can tell that the older woman is smiling from the way her eyes curve up into crescents. “Sure, I don’t think you guys have to be on stage for a while. I’ll text you if something comes up and you need to be back here.”

“Okay! Thanks, unnie!” Juliet says before grabbing her phone and putting on her mask. She passes by San on her way to the door and takes the opportunity to pat him on the head.

He looks up from his phone to find the maknae grinning down at him. “Who are you off to bother now?” he jokes.

She gasps, feigning offence as she places a hand over her heart. “Excuse you! It’s not my fault people want to see me!”

San rolls his eyes. “Okay, Miss Popular, I’m not going to hold you back any longer then. Be careful!”

“Careful is my middle name.”

“Says the person who almost tripped on the red carpet earlier.”

“...Definitely Wooyoungie-oppa’s fault.”

An indignant squawk comes from somewhere else in the room. “No, it wasn’t and you know it!”

San groans playfully. “I hate our family.”

“No, you don’t.”

“No, I don’t.”

Giggling at their banter, Juliet heads out into the hallway of the venue, bowing to the various passing staff members as she looks for ITZY’s dressing room.

She doesn’t miss the screens located on the walls showing SEVENTEEN receiving their bonsang, and she stops momentarily to watch their speech while smiling to herself, heart swelling at how happy she is for them (and specifically, her boyfriend).

When Juliet finally finds her friend in an empty hallway, leaning against the wall next to a door which she assumes leads to ITZY’s room, she immediately runs to tackle the rapper in a back hug.

“Guess who?”

“My worst nightmare.”

Juliet pouts even though Ryujin isn’t able to see it. “You’re no fun, Jinnie.”

“And you’re very cute.”

“Damn, and I’m going to forgive you just like that,” Juliet laughs. “Nice outfit, by the way.” She takes Ryujin’s hand to spin her around as she admires the ITZY member’s all-white suit. “Very fitting for the boss that you are.”

“I knew you were in love with me!” Ryujin teases, which immediately earns her a light smack on the arm. “So, how’ve you been?”

Juliet gives her a flat stare. “We literally talked yesterday.”

“Something could’ve happened since then!” Ryujin defends. “Plus, I just like hearing from you.”

Despite feeling warm and fuzzy from her friend’s sweet words, Juliet plays along by faking a cough. “Whipped. But to answer your question, not much has happened, unless you count almost falling asleep when getting my makeup done at the shop something exciting.”

That was partly a lie. Admittedly, she had been texting Chan nonstop during the day knowing they’d be seeing each other here, but she doesn’t know how to approach the topic with Ryujin. They’re as close as can be, but how do you break the news?

“‘Hey, I’m dating someone. I don’t know if you’ve heard of his group though, it’s not like his group is a million-seller or anything!’ Like this?” she wonders aloud that morning in the dorm.

“Uh, yeah, that’s exactly how you tell someone,” Jongho deadpans from where he’s making coffee in the kitchen. “Well, maybe except the last part. Just say, ‘Hi, insert friend’s name, just wanted to share with you that I’m dating Dino from SEVENTEEN.’ Why are you being weird about this?”

“Did you seriously say ‘insert friend’s name’?”

“Yes, now answer my question.”

Juliet sluggishly rolls off the sofa to lie on the floor in a starfish position. “I don’t know...do people in our industry even tell their friends that they’re dating someone? Or do they, like, let their friends find out along with the rest of the world? Is it pretentious to tell someone just like that? Am I not being careful enough if I do that?”

Jongho frowns, sliding a mug of coffee across the counter for her to drink later before padding over to her. “I think mornings make you overthink more,” he says softly as he crouches next to the starfi—the maknae.

“Of course it wouldn’t be wise to grab a megaphone and run down the street broadcasting it, even though that wouldn’t be the stupidest thing you’ve done.” Juliet raises a leg to kick him lightly as he cackles. “But if you know that person can be trusted—wait, who exactly are you planning to tell?”

“Ryujinnie if I see her later at the award show,” Juliet replies, flailing her limbs around. “Maybe Felix? If I happen to also run into him.”

Jongho moves to sit on the floor. “Why didn’t you tell Ryujin-ssi yesterday over the phone then?”

“I don’t know...” she admits, “the topic never came up, and this doesn’t feel like news to tell over the phone.”

He flicks her head playfully. “You’re acting like you’re getting married or something.”

“Shut up, Jongho,” Juliet mutters, a faint tinge of pink forming on her cheeks.

“Anyways, both of them are people you trust, so I think it’s okay to tell them. They probably saw it coming like us and will likely be just as supportive, you don’t have to be weird about it, though that can be hard for someone like you,” he jokes.

“I will strangle you.” There’s no way he’s taking her seriously, not with one of her cheeks squished adorably against the floor.

“You can’t even crush an apple with your hands, but sure.”

At that moment, Seonghwa walks into the living room to find the two youngest members sprawled on the cold tiles. “What are you two doing down there?” he scolds, “you’re going to catch a cold!”

“Earth to Juliet!”

Juliet snaps out of her daze quick enough to register Ryujin waving a hand in front of her face. “Oh, sorry, I spaced out,” she says sheepishly.

Ryujin giggles. “I figured that, is everything okay?”

Juliet is about to respond when there is a commotion at the end of the hallway. Then she hears a familiar voice, more specifically, one belonging to a certain Boo Seungkwan.

Both girls turn their necks to find the members of SEVENTEEN walking in their direction, likely returning to their own dressing room. Before Juliet can think of a way to dig a hole to hide in, the members recognise her instantly, promptly exchanging knowing glances and letting out aye’s.

Ryujin blinks confusedly. Why are her seniors chuckling amongst themselves at the sight of the two girls chatting in the hallway? And why is her friend suddenly acting so strangely and avoiding eye contact with everyone and everything but the ground?

Her bewilderment increases tenfold as SEVENTEEN draws closer, with Juliet still looking down even when they bow to their seniors and murmur quiet greetings.

What is going on?

The answer to her question comes when the group quickens their pace and walks past the girls, laughing and sneaking glances over their shoulders as they disappear around the corner. All of them, but one.

Ryujin shuffles, awkwardly bowing to the youngest SEVENTEEN member which he returns along with a quiet “hello”. She watches in part shock and part amusement as Chan turns to her friend.

“Hi.”

Despite their masks, anyone could tell they were both smiling widely, and judging from her friend’s sparkly eyes and pink ears, Ryujin had no doubt that their relationship goes beyond a simple friendship.

“Congratulations,” Juliet tells him shyly, “I’ll be looking out for your performance later.”

The corners of Chan’s eyes crinkle even more. “Thanks, I’ll be cheering ATEEZ on too, of course. Stop by later if you have time? Seungkwannie-hyung said he misses you and Wooyoung,” he says the last part with a playful roll of his eyes.

Juliet laughs. “Okay, I’ll bring him with me later,” she promises.

Ryujin and Juliet watch Chan jog down the hallway, presumably to catch up with his members, before the former turns to her friend and clears her throat dramatically.

“Miss Juliet, is there something you want to tell me?” Ryujin asks with a wriggle of her eyebrows. “I’ve heard you mention that you’re friends with Dino-sunbaenim, but I didn’t know you two were this close?”

Juliet bites the inside of her cheek. “Promise you won’t tell?”

Sensing the serious tone in her voice, Ryujin nods solemnly. “Promise.”

Juliet leans down to whisper in the shorter girl’s ear. “We’re dating,” she says quickly before pulling away.

“Oh my God, really?”

“Shh! Not that loud! But yeah... we are.”

“I mean, that kinda crossed my mind when I witnessed your exchange just now,” Ryujin says upon looking down both ends of the hallway to ensure no one else is there. “But I thought maybe you just had a crush on him. Since when?”

“The beginning of this month.”

Ryujin nods again. “Did you tell your company?”

“Yeah. So far, only our families, members and companies know, you’re the first person I’ve told.”

The rapper’s eyes soften as she pulls Juliet into a hug. “Thank you trusting me. You two are really cute together, but I will only support this relationship on one condition.”

Juliet giggles, knowing her friend is simply joking. “Shoot.”

“Please don’t make me third-wheel you guys ever again,” Ryujin pleads. “I felt so awkward standing there while you two flirted with each other.”

“Okay, okay, I promise!”

“Now, I’d tell you to tell me everything, but it seems like there’s somewhere else you need to be,” Ryujin hints cheekily. “So you will call me tonight instead.”

Juliet beams, feeling very lucky to have such an incredible friend. “You know I will.”

“One more question—are you still my wifey, or did Dino-sunbaenim already steal you away from me?”

Juliet can’t help but laugh at how wronged Ryujin sounded before taking her friend’s hand in hers. “Don’t worry, Jinnie, you’ll always be my wifey.”

“Good to know. Now, give me your phone. There’s something I need to do.”

— bonus!!

Chan reaches the door to SEVENTEEN’s dressing room, already bracing himself for his members’ teasing that will no doubt ensue the moment he steps foot into the room.

As he reaches for the door handle, his phone lights up with a notification.

minnie 🐭❤️ [19:43] hello sunbaenim, i just wanted to let you know that she’s still my wifey 😺 please take good care of her! she can be a huge mess sometimes but you probably already knew that 😔 congratulations on the bonsang! - shin ryujin

minnie 🐭❤️ [19:43] aHa anyways 🤡 see you later!! i may be a mess but i’m your mess right 🥺🥺 also please tell seungkwannie-oppa i miss him too!!

a/n: we stan two besties 🥺🥺 please consider leaving feedback whether it’s a reblog, a reply or an ask, it would mean the absolute world to me as feedback really motivates and supports creators 🥺 and feel free to chat with me about juliet or anything else through my asks!! thank you for reading, remember i’m here for you and have a good day 💕

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ethereal-bang · 3 years

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mutual

Request: “maybe some hyunjin + mutual masturbation? bonus points if they’re ‘just friends’”

Characters: Hyunjin x female reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Type: Smut

Warnings: Mutual masturbation, dirty talk, slight dom themes

This is intended for mature audiences. Do not read if you are under the age of 18.

Hyunjin: hey are u busy

You: I mean, not really ? It’s 9pm jinnie

Hyunjin: right ok cool I’m coming over

You: Wait, what? Why?

Hyunjin: you’ll see, be there in five

“Okay, so why do I have the pleasure of being graced with your presence at this time of night?” You asked, taking a seat next to him. He looked at you weirdly, he was hiding something.

“And there’s this movie, called 365 Days? Have you heard of it?” He asks cautiously.

“Wouldn’t it be weird?!”

Sighing, you see his face light up in victory. “Fine,” you say and grab the remote, searching for the movie.

Oh boy, were you wrong.

Would it really be bad if he...initiated something? It was getting hard to control himself, he could feel his resolve slipping. He knows the movie is doing something to you too, it’s too obvious. Maybe acknowledging it will make the situation less awkward.

Well, you never know till you find out.

You feel Hyunjin look at you, and you immediately feel embarrassed when you meet his eyes.

Hyunjin almost backs out, but opts to look back at the tv because he cannot make eye contact with you right now. “Well, this movie is...something..” he says quietly, and your face heats up. “Yeah...sure is,” you trail off quietly, unsure what to say. How could he be having a conversation with you right now?

“Look...now just hear me out,” He starts. Those words got you into this predicament, you can only imagine where they’ll take you now. You can still hear the characters moaning on the screen, and you try to block them out and pay attention to Hyunjin.

“We’re both sitting here incredibly turned on, am I wrong?” He starts. You go wide eyed, and the blush already on your cheeks darkens as you realize you weren’t being as discreet as you thought you were. “All I’m saying is, why don’t we...help each other out? I guess?” He says quickly, trying to make it sound like a stupid suggestion. You could clearly see his hard on through his sweat pants, and you thought about it.

Hyunjin is palming himself over his sweatpants, trying to keep pace with you. He watches as you relax into your own touch, and decides that he doesn’t want to hold back anymore.

It’s quiet for a moment, and you make your way closer to Hyunjin. His eyes widen as you get closer. Opting to lean in close to him, you whisper in his ear.

“So.. are you gonna let me cum on your fingers now?” you tease.

And he does. And on his tongue, too. Y’know, for good measure.

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the-second-tonks · 3 years

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Hey heres my info! Sorry if its super long...

Zodiac sign: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising

Personality Type: ENTP

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Straight

I'm 5'4 and I have a very tiny body frame so i'm extremely petite and pretty small. I'm not very curvy and I literally have the body of a cereal box...lol but its fine because I have nice hips and thighs. I have thick brown hair that goes down to my back and it gets tangled pretty easily but its kinda fluffy. I have brown eyes and tiny freckles all over my face and body. I also have a very strong grunge style, like Flannels, band t-shirts, combat boots, leather jackets etc. But i'd also always enjoy a nice oversized sweatshirt or hoodie with a pair of skinny, ripped jeans and some converses or something along those lines.

For my personality.....this is where things get interesting. At first people find me very intimidating due to my resting bitch face and cold exterior but I promise i'm not like that ALL the time. When you get to know me, i'm goofy and about everything that comes out of my mouth is sarcasm or some dry humored joke. I'm also that one friend in a group where they literally will do the stupidest shit ever like for an example one time it was super dark outside and my other friend was there, while I was trying to climb a tree and I failed and fell out of the tree, and landed on my back. I got straight up after that somehow it didn't hurt.....like at all? But yeah i'm super reckless and sometimes people have to save me from myself if you get what I mean. I also have a very strong "I don't give a fuck" attitude and I will not hesitate to stick up for myself or my friends....like i'm the type of person where if someone glares at me, i'll glare right back.

I have bad anxiety and I can be very self destructive. This is where my feisty, stubborn, hardheaded side comes in. If I want something then i'll fight for it even if it hurts me and i'll get into a bad cycle of putting myself down and trying to do better even if I did great the first time but I always push myself too far and other people have to stop me because I usually can't see it when its happening. I also cover my emotions up and I have a lot of trouble talking about whats bothering me or what problems i'm having emotionally so I put up a wall and I act tough, or happy and sometimes i'll be the exact opposite but I try to hide it.

Weird things about me: I've grown up in the south all my life so sometimes when I talk a few words they'll come out sounding WAYYY more country and southern then I wanted, I don't have an accent but sometimes my words just come out that way. I also love the smell of cigarette smoke....let me explain. When I was a kid my parents smoked a lot and I was used to smelling it and now it reminds me of home and is sort of comforting.

Things I like: I love swimming (I was on a swim team for about 9 years), I love horror movies, I like rain and the sounds of thunderstorms because its calming to me, I also love the smell of rain, I like cloudy days, cooking, listening to 80's and 90's rock but mainly 90's because 90's is the best, My favorite bands are Bush, Audioslave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Linkoln Park, Pearl jam but i'm pretty open to anything. I also love tyring new things like skate boarding, playing guitar, learning how to cook things and bake.

Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider

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@insane-horror-movie-addict thank you for doing the ship exchange thingy with me !

My requests are closed , this is just an exchange ship that I requested

So the fandom we chose was The Maze Runner .

Here you go ! I was confused between Minho and newt , but

I ship you with

Newt

Okay so this is basically the strong one x cute one . But but but , in this you both take turns in being strong . We all know Newt's been through a lot and still , he keeps going which is enough to tell how much inner strength he has . While you're strong on the outside , you have trouble with emotions , which makes you a wee bit delicate on the inside . While you handle the outside world , Newt maintains the harmony in your relationship . He makes it easy for you to communicate your emotions and trust me , with him asking you if you're alright , you won't be able to keep up with the happy face , he'll have so much love and comfort in his eyes that I'm sure you'll give in . He'll definitely find you intimidating , but he won't back off . Definitely won't hahaha . He's handled Minho's sarcasm super well, you can expect him to handle yours too hahah . While you're goofy and give me kinda rule breaker vibes , Newt is the one who follows and maintains rules , so you both might clash there . You both also have a lot to learn from each other . Newt is always patient and thoughtful , whereas you're impulsive and head on . You'll teach him how to be confident enough to be impulsive and he'll teach you why being thoughtful is important . While you're reckless , Newt is the best person to have your back . He'll always make sure to save you when you become reckless (and trust me he does) . Newt definitely needs someone who'll understand why it is difficult to communicate emotions and how he always keeps up his face even while living in hell . This guy will see right through your happy facade let me warn you . You both are gonna bond super well and over time , I'm sure he's the only one to whom you won't glare right back when he glares at you(if he ever does which I don't think he will) . I see , you believe in fighting for what you want even if it hurts you, but Newt's gonna introduce you to the slow , but safe way . He'll also stop you from pushing yourself too much . No one can understand your self destructive mode better than newt , he'll help you through it . Newt might not even let you put yourself down . Your pair is super strong and powerful , and I'm sure that if you cooperate with newt while he tries to maintain the relationship you both have , this is going to last long. Imagine him letting you wear his hoodie hahaha . So cute ! Newt's gonna love your hair !

Your bestfriend

Jorge

Just as badass as you are , you and Jorge are gonna click immediately . I know he's too older than you (maybe he's in 30s) , but he's your bestfriend really . You both are super powerful (and reckless if I may add) together . Jorge never fails to have your back still . You both actually are a great duo together and you both are the biggest threat to WCKD after Thomas ! He's just like you , he'll not warm up quickly , but later on it's tough to keep up with his sarcasm hahha . He cares a lot about you though , so I'm sure he'll risk himself first and will have a lot of escape plans already set in his mind before jumping into trouble . He's gonna like your dressing sense a lot !!

Your secret admirer

Minho

Well well , you've got him under your wraps hahah. He finds you super hot and sassy and he'll love to have you as his girlfriend . Okay his thoughts aren't that innocent about you and he might even underestimate you , but you'll prove him wrong which will just attract him more towards you . He's gonna be super loyal to you , best at hiding his feelings about you . He's very similar to you which might cause chaos sometimes , but you can work on this one if you want to !

Your crushes

Thomas

At some point , yeah . I feel like you'll like him , but he wont so that's sad .

Newt

I don't think you'd be able to resist this cinnamon roll

That's it ! I hope you liked it !

Thank you for the ask .

#insane horror movie addict #annie🐼#fireball🚒#exchange #ship request #newt maze runner #maze runner series #the scorch trials #the death cure

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turning-dreams-into-chaos · 3 years

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Kiss the Girl (Part 5)

~Series Master~

Word Count: 1.5K

~Master~

A/N: I’m not gonna hide it, I’m so glad this series is over 😂 As it progressed I kept feeling stressed and like it will flop, so please let me know what you think and leave feedback!

Previously...

“I’m really sorry for everything, Y/N.” George said as you pulled away, wiping the tears off your face and taking a deep breath.

“Me too, George.” You breathed out, letting yourself calm down. “Wow, I can’t believe-“

“-that we’re both stupid?” George finished for you, wiping some tears from his own eyes.

“The stupidest.” You laughed, looking at him with a smile.

“So, what now?” To answer George’s question, you didn’t know. What was next?

You stayed quiet, looking at George before letting your eyes glance down to your hands and the memory of that feeling from earlier resurfaced. “I don’t know.”

After you and George worked things out yesterday, you never felt better. It was a relief knowing that you had a grasp on your feelings, even if you still trying to figure them out. It did make you nervous however, knowing that before George and you had spoken, you felt something a certain feeling, only you felt it with Fred. Fred who you went to whenever you needed advice, help, a distraction. Fred who had seen every good thing and every bad thing about you and still chooses to stay by your side. You felt dumb, all these years Fred had been right there and you were so focused on his brother that you didn’t pay him any mind.

How oblivious could you be?

“Y/N!” you were walking aimlessly through the halls, your books tucked against your chest as you lost yourself in your thoughts. “Y/N?” An arm fell around your shoulder as you jumped and looked up to see the man in question right next to you, brows furrowed as he looked confused. “You didn’t hear me?”

You swallow and shook your head. “Must have been thinking to hard.” You smiled at him, seeing his face relax as he realized you weren’t ignoring him.

He walked by your side, glancing around before taking your hand and leading you to an empty classroom. Taking your books out your hands, he put both of yours on the table before focused on you. “So, how’d it go?” He asked as you quirked a brow. “Yesterday? With George?” You made an ‘o’ with your mouth as you glanced down, breaking eye contact briefly to realize he was still holding your hand, fingers wrapped around yours gently.

You cleared your throat. “It was good.” You told him as a small smile crossed your lips, pulling the corners up as Fred and you looked at each other.

He waited, assuming you were going to say more but you stayed silent. “That’s it?” He asked. “Just good?”

You put your free hand on his shoulder, raising your brows at his reaction. “Yes, Freddie. Just good.” Taking a deep breath, you let your hand fall off his shoulder, brushing his arm on the way down as he looked at it quickly before looking away to you again. “He told me he loved me.”

Fred’s heart plummeted, but he smiled through it. “Finally, I was wondering when that bloke would do it.” He laughed but you didn’t join him, instead looking at him. Fred’s laughs died out, leaving you both in silence as you squeezed his hand. He cleared his hand, waiting for the release of your hand, the moment he knows you’re George’s, the moment he knows he no longer had a chance. Not that he had much of one to begin with.

“I’m not going to date George.” You whispered, scared of breaking the small silence you’ve built. Fred didn’t know what to say. Could this of been his chance? His mouth opened and closed, words forming on the brink of his tongue but breaking before he could say them. “George and I don’t love each other.” You went on.

“I thought-“ Fred cut himself off, blinking and shaking his head to think.

“We did too. We thought we did too, but we were wrong.” You licked your lips. Fred was beginning to understand. Slowly, but he was understanding. “Do you know how strong crushes are, Freddie?” Fred hesitated, but shook his head. To be honest, he’s never really had a crush, only been utterly and completely in love with someone who wouldn’t love him back. “I had a crush on George for years. I thought he was the one that I wanted to spend my life with.” Again, Fred hid his frown with a smile, one that made his eyes droop and you noticed, rubbing your thumb against the back of his hand, sending goosebumps through both of you. “It hurt me seeing George with Angelina, I’m not going to pretend, but it made me realize something.”

“What’s that?” Fred’s voice was rather quiet, internally trying to figure out why you were telling him this.

“I had someone else who managed to make me feel special and worth being happy with. I already had someone I was spending my life with.” You shrugged. You shrugged as if it was the simplest thing ever. Fred just stood there, his frown etched on his face and he didn’t bother to hide it. “I spend it with you.” Your voice cracked as Fred’s eyes met yours, his body stilling and you doubted yourself. You shouldn’t have been saying anything, Fred might not have felt what you had when you were talking, he might not have felt anything-

Your thoughts were caught off as Fred’s arms went around your waist, pulling you against his body faster than any spell could’ve. You gasped, melting into his embrace quickly as your arms fell around his neck, pulling his head closer to yours. Your noses bumped gently together and when your foreheads touched you closed your eyes. “What are you saying, love?” Fred mumbled and you sighed, pulling away just far enough to see into his eyes and cup his cheek.

“I think…” You trailed off, too afraid of saying those words again. Fred’s heart ached, he wanted you to say it. He needed you to say it.

But he wasn’t going to push you. “It’s okay, Y/N. I think I know what you were going to say.” In truth, he had no clue. You could’ve said anything. You think you needed new friends. You think you needed space. You think you actually were in love with George.

Yet, you didn’t say any of that. Instead, you said, “I think I’m in love with you.” The air between you was tense and you weren’t even sure you said it loud enough for Fred to hear. It wasn’t until Fred smiled, wide enough you to watch his eyes crinkle as he leant in, resuming the close position you were in earlier.

“If it helps Y/N,” He spoke softly and you gasped, feeling his arms hug you closer, “I know I’m in love with you. I have been for years.” And with those words, your lips met.

There was a feeling you had as you and Fred kissed, you both were in sync, the only way you could’ve described it was that it was meant to happen. The two of you were meant to happen.

When your lips separated, your bodies hadn’t and instead of pushing away, you wrapped your arms around his neck again, burying your head between the crook of his neck and shoulder as his hands moved to hug you tightly, his own head dipping to rest in the crook of your own neck and the two of you stay there in each other’s embraces for so long.

“Y/N! There you are! We’re going to be late and I’ve been looking for you- oh.” Your head snapped to the door, seeing Angelina walk in and freeze as she looks at you and Fred. “Am I interrupting something?” She asked, taking a step back towards the door.

You laughed at her, slowly feeling Fred’s hands fall off your back as he chuckled as well. “It’s okay, Angie.” You looked between her and Fred. “Um, I’ll be there in a minute.” She nodded, waving to Fred before sending you a look of excitement and rushing out of the room. You shook your head at your best friend’s actions before looking back at Fred. “I have class.” You said, sticking out your lip to pout.

Fred mocked you, letting his head fall onto your shoulder dramatically before he picked it up and kissed your cheek. “Meet in the common room after?” He asked and you nodded, both of you letting go of each other rather slowly.

“It’s a date.” You agreed and started walking backwards out of the room and looking at Fred.

“Uh, Y/N?” Fred asked as you stopped. “Your books?” He pointed to the table where your stack of books still sat. You rolled your eyes and grabbed them, hugging them tight and you pecked Fred’s lips when he didn’t expect it. Rushing faster out of the door, you heard Fred call out to you. “Excuse you! I need a longer one!” He chuckled, throwing his arms out and wanting you to run back into them.

You paused, throwing him a smile and a wink. “Common Room, after class. Then we’ll see what happens.” He watched you disappear, standing still with a smirk on his face as he gathered his own books and started walking the school with no destination in mind, just wanting to live in bliss for a little while more. He ended outside, feeling the sun hit his skin as he sighed.

Fred smiled to himself momentarily, breathing in the crisp air as he leaned against the wall beside him. After years of pining watching your love towards his twin brother go unrequited, Fred Weasley did it. Fred Weasley was finally able to kiss the girl of his dreams.

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Finally got another one shot done! This is based very heavily off of a Doctor Who scene which I absolutely adore <3 Hope you enjoy!. Read on Ao3 or under the line!

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Virgil paced around the small room with anger racing through his veins. The next time he eventually sees his ‘husband’, he is going to have some extremely angry words to say to him. Over the last ten years, he has been kidnapped by Logan’s enemies seven times. Which is fine, it comes with the paperwork when you marry an international and notorious thief with an incredible track record. He just wished that he wasn’t used as leverage by so many people. He could never be sure that Logan would save him, and this time it was certainly not a guarantee because he hadn’t seen Logan for over three years. Virgil received the occasional letter but could never respond to them as he wouldn’t put a returning address. He understands that it’s just to keep him safe, that didn’t stop him from feeling angry at Logan.

Hello, Darling.

Logan/Virgil

Word Count: 2308

Warnings: Very mild cursing and threat.

He couldn’t help but jump slightly when he heard a firm knock on the door and a timid face peered around the opening gap.

“Urm… Hi. I’m Roman. I have to take you down to the office; he wants to talk.” Virgil sighed and reluctantly walked behind Roman as they took a scenic route through the building. He had to admit, this was the most comfortable kidnapping he’s ever been involved in, and when he saw the piping hot tea sitting on an elegant coffee table, it almost felt like it was going to be a polite conversation. There were no weapons this time, which was reassuring, but the several figures lurking in the shadows reduced his confidence significantly.

All of the men stepped forward at once, Virgil gulped before he was encouraged to sit down by the man in the middle. The man smiled and Virgil felt even more concerned now, it was never good when a kidnapper smiled… he knew that from experience.

“Let’s get the embarrassing details out of the way, my name in Janus. This is Patton, Roman you’ve already met and Remus. He’s a pussy cat really, don’t let the menacing face fool you. Virgil looked at each of them in turn and curled into himself a little. He genuinely didn’t know what was happening here. He looked around him for the main exits in case he needed to run away, and he saw another person who wasn’t introduced. A butler, dressed in all black was busy polishing some silverware. This made everything even more confusing for Virgil, but if they were letting the butler stick around, at least hurting or killing him wasn’t top of their agenda.

“Come now, Virgil. I’m not going to harm you, I’m just a friend of Logan’s.” Janus smiled once again, but with a sinister undertone this time and Virgil’s brow furrowed in confusion. He gulped softly before mustering the courage to talk.

“A friend?!” His voice was full of mock surprise and Janus raised an eyebrow in return, almost as if he wasn’t expecting Virgil to engage in any kind of conversation. Remus turned his head towards Virgil growled deeply, so Janus waved a hand nonchalantly and chuckled.

“Alright, alright. An enemy then.” His eyes glimmered with malicious intent and Virgil’s eyes widened at how things had taken a turn so quickly. He put on a pretense of relief and hoped Janus would buy the bravado.

“Oh… which one?” Janus’ smile dropped and his eyes began to cloud over, apparently it was clear that the time for games was over, and Virgil was silently regretting his choices in his mind. Janus slowly spun the chair around and fell into it gracefully. The room began to darken, and Virgil knew that this was where things might get messy.

“Okay, enough games. I grow weary of this. Where is Logan?” Janus slammed his hand down on the table and Virgil realised that he could gain the upper hand in this scenario. He shrugged and darted his eyes around the room.

“Haven’t the faintest idea.” All four men looked at Virgil with an incredulous look in the eye. It’s no surprise that they don’t believe him, but for once in this scenario, he was actually telling the truth. Logan could literally be anywhere. He heard a clatter and remembered the butler who had just dropped a piece of silverware, he frantically picked it up and turned his back to the group.

Janus continued to look at Virgil directly in the eyes, as if he was waiting patiently for Virgil to crumble and break down in front of him and slyly remarks “Come on Virgil, is that credible?”

“It’s truth. Go ahead. Check whatever records you may have about his last whereabouts. You’ll probably find out more than me.” He spoke with a spiteful tone and another man stepped forward with an extremely worried expression.

"B- but you're the man that he loves!" Virgil couldn’t help but laugh at the sincerity of his statement, almost as if he was talking about them like they were some kind of fairytale. He continued to laugh in their faces. The men all looked at each other, and Remus banged in fist against the table, and it brought Virgil back to the task at hand. The longer he was involved in this conversation, the more his insecurities took over and he couldn’t stop his raised voice. "No I'm not! Logan does not and has never loved me." He covered in mouth in shock at the fact that he just shouted a very false statement. Unbeknownst to Virgil, the butler flinched in the background as well.

Patton interrupts again while Janus looks on in confusion. "So my information was correct then. You are the man who loves Logan!" There was an odd mix of confusion and triumph on Patton’s face, there was nothing wrong with what he just said, but the doubt still consumed his mind.

Virgil agrees with a new-found confidence in his voice. "I never denied it. But he's Logan after all. A notorious thief. The most meticulous criminal and the cleverest soul I've ever met. If you think that someone like him is that ordinary, to be staying in love with someone like me... then you have no idea who you're dealing with." Virgil continued to adamantly make his case, yet he still remained oblivious to the butler who had gradually put down his polishing cloth and had slowly made his way closer to the centre of the room.

Janus stands in front of Virgil completely dumbfounded at this point. This clearly wasn’t the way this was supposed to go. Virgil had to admit that he didn’t think he would stay this strong for so long, but it was working. If he bought enough time, maybe… just maybe… Logan might somehow come and save him. "I was assured that you would be the perfect bait! If you were in danger. Logan would come running!"

Despite the small slither of hope Virgil felt, he knew he needed to keep it buried deep down, or he would lose this battle. He needed to keep going, they were starting to crack, he knew it. "Oh, you are a moron then!"

Janus bowed his head and took a deep breath. He regained his composure and looked at Virgil smirking with malicious intent once again before pressing a button underneath the desk. "We both know he's probably already here, he's the master of disguises and this isn't exactly the first time he's had to save you.” He chuckled smugly as a barrage of clicks echoed around the room. Virgil tried to hide the panic in his eyes, he didn’t know what was going to happen now, but the total lockdown of the room was enough to induce all of emotions to come to the foreground and he couldn’t stop what he said next. The butler was now standing directly behind Virgil, and if he had noticed, he would have realised that Janus wasn’t looking at Virgil at all. He was looking behind him that entire time.

"No he isn't. Of course, he isn't! Go on! Look around this place, send your cronies on a wild goose chase. He won't be here! I mean, you can't miss him. Stupid polo shirt, stupid tie and the stupidest pair of glasses you’ve seen. That should be a big enough clue!" He huffed as his chest rose and fell angrily, all the rage he felt when he was first brought to this place bubble to the surface. The butler coughed lightly before calling out timidly, "Virgil..."

"God knows where he is right now, but I promise you, he's doing whatever the HELL he wants because he doesn't give a damn about me!" Virgil shouted out at the ceiling; his arms raised above his head in an aggressive stance. He silently cursed the heavens themselves as the butler tried once again to get Virgil’s attention. He stood right behind Virgil’s ear and called his name once again.

“Virgil!”

He didn’t even realise that his name was being called, he was so consumed by his emotions that he let them flow like an uncontrollable stream of consciousness. "And I'm just fine with that! When you love someone like Logan, it's like loving the stars themselves. You don't expect a sunset to admire you back. And if I find myself in danger, let me tell you... Logan is not stupid enough, or sentimental enough and he is certainly not in love enough to find himself standing in it with me!!"

The room fell silent, the butler had been waiting with bated breath for Virgil to realise that he was standing next to him, but he still hadn’t noticed. So eventually, he took hold of Virgil’s wrist lightly. Virgil took a few breaths before looking once, looking twice, then looking a final time before holding his focus on the butler’s face. Virgil stared into his eyes, and they glimmer with recognition. As he gasps, the butler smiles back softly before finally whispering "Hello, Darling."

“Oh I hate you.” Virgil smirks as he realised that Logan had been in the room the whole time.

“No, you don’t. I have to admit, that was a spectacular performance you did just now.”

“Shut up!”

“I mean, I never knew you cared that much.” Their bickering was interrupted by a timid cough coming from in front of them. Logan and Virgil looked at Janus in irritation. How dare he interrupt mummy and daddy talking?! At least it confirmed one thing in Virgil’s mind, they definitely acted like an old married couple.

“Urm, I hate to break up this touching reunion, but I believe we have business to attend to.” Janus held a hand out sarcastically, motioning for Logan to give him something and he just raised an eyebrow in response.

“Oh, where are my manners? First, get rid of your boys.” Janus raised an eyebrow with a tone that screamed why should he follow his orders. Logan looked around the room, eyeing the exits and planning in his mind. Virgil stepped back and let him work, it was the best thing to do… because they are going to regret messing with Logan.

“I don’t like being outnumbered. It makes for too much stupid in the room.” Janus frowned then nodded at Roman, Patton and Remus to leave. They reluctantly make their way to the only unlocked room in the building which was located behind Janus. Remus refused to move initially until Janus snapped his fingers and Remus growled one final time before going through the door and slamming it shut.

“Well. You’re trapped now, Logan. I have the high ground here. Give me, what I want… and I won’t harm Virgil.” Janus held his hand out once again and motioned for something from Logan. It caused Logan to laugh wildly and wipe a tear from his eye. Janus stepped forward, ready to grab Virgil in order to get what he wants.

“Oh Janus, Janus, Janus. You’ve made a big mistake my friend. There is one thing you don’t put in a trap, if you’re smart. If you value your continued existence. If you have any plans of continuing your sordid little business for many years to come, there is one thing you should never ever put in a trap.” He wrapped an arm around Virgil and began to move him away from Janus, towards the now unguarded door. Janus chuckled while being oblivious to what was going on, he was adamant that he still had the high ground after all.

“And what would that be?” Virgil glanced up at Logan with adoration, Logan smirked before pulling a small device out of his pocket and raising it in front of Janus’ eyes. When Janus noticed what he was holding, he shrunk away and pinned himself against the wall.

“… Me.” Logan pressed the switch, and a thick smoke began to fill the room. Virgil heard Janus coughing as the two of them ran through the unlocked door. The coast was clear, and they kept running through the house until they were hit by bright sunlight. On the main road, Virgil stopped them and wrapped his arms around Logan, and he felt a tight grip around his waist in response. It was almost too good to be true but, deep down, he knew that Logan would have saved him. He kissed his cheek gently before staring into Logan’s ocean eyes.

“Well, after everything I’ve put you through. I definitely owe you a date. Dinner? My treat?” Virgil smiled and nodded. They took each other’s hands and headed to a car that was parked nearby. As Logan drove, Virgil stared out of the window smiling softly.

Despite it all. He wouldn’t change anything for the world. He was the husband of a thief, a thief who stole his heart many years ago… and he always would be.

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