#rambling too much as it is so fucking over (past 11 pm)

[pikayay213]

bastardizing a softer world's format to suit my own ends day 1

#post by darubyprincx i think #trying desperately to have some kind of creative output to fix whatevers happening in my brain lately #anyways #my art #i guess #for reference purposes perhaps #im obsessed with the webcomic format of a softer world and am trying to figure out how to emulate it without being soulless and/or cringe #maybe messing around with panel size / text formatting / whatever #i also cant really write good poetry so . we shall see #rambling too much as it is so fucking over (past 11 pm)

[jaegersdevil]

a few people wanted the reason why they broke up in my previous fic, so here is the prologue to it's a bad idea, right? i will admit, this is v short, and it's a shit way to break up, but they got their happy ending, i guess.

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"We need to talk," Eren whispers, standing in your doorway. It was past 11 pm on a Monday, and the rest of the floor of your apartment complex had already turned in for the night.

You hadn't expected to see your boyfriend at your front door tonight, but you were more caught off guard by his words.

You tilt your head, your hand still on the door. "About what?"

He doesn't meet your eyes, choosing to look past you and into your apartment. He wonders if this is the last time he'd be welcome here.

"I think we should break up..." He says it so softly you almost don't hear it. His voice is solemn, with tears in his eyes, but he doesn't waver.

"Oh, okay," You furrow your eyebrows, noticing the way his eyes seemed more green than usual. Were his eyes always this bright? "Why?"

"I," He sighs, swallowing. "Well, I've been thinking about us and how we haven't been speaking, and-and I know it's neither of our faults. I just think we need some time apart so we can reconnect, you know? Get to know each other again, like we used to, so this doesn't burn out, and we never see each other again. I know it's a shit reason to break up, but I want you forever, and I'm rambling, shit."

Your hand slips off the door. And when you don't say anything, Eren tries to lean down to see your eyes.

Eren runs his hand over his face, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment from talking too much. "I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you."

"It's okay," You don't meet his eyes.

"That's it?" He freezes, looking directly at you. Eren tilts his head like a puppy, and you know he is waiting for you to fight. And maybe you should fight for your relationship, but you will if he does, and right now, he would rather have time away than work through it.

"What do you want me to say? What do you want me to do?" You look at him, throwing your hand up. Despite knowing exactly what he is talking about, you are annoyed he has dropped this on you without warning.

"I don't know! Scream at me, hit me, I don't care. I deserve that."

You shake your head, swaying on your feet. "No, you don't," you sigh. "It's not your fault. It's nobody's fault. I mean, it's not like you fucked my best friend or, or—."

"God, no. I would never do that," Eren looks at you like you slapped him. "I—I just think we should spend time apart before we both get hurt in a way we can't reverse."

"Then there's nothing for me to scream at you for," You speak quietly. A thousand thoughts are circling around your head.

"Y/n—"

"Do you love me, though? Or did?" Your voice breaks, but the tears haven't yet reached the surface. You don't think you'll cry.

Eren's eyes widen, and he steps forward, his hands outstretch. "I will always love you. I don't think I could ever stop. I will wait forever if it means you'll be mine again. We just need to get through this distance."

You nod and your eyes soften when you look at his face. "Another time, then? Friend?"

Eren's pained expression only cut deeper when you spat out the last word. But he nods anyway, accepting the olive branch. "Definitely, friend."

#rahahahahaha #eren jaeger #attack on titan x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren jeager imagines #eren jeager x reader #eren yaeger imagine #eren yaeger x reader #attack on titan imagine #eren jaeger imagine #eren yeager x reader #eren angst #— ann writes!

[oceanmusings]

♡ Shipuary 03 | Daisy & Robin ♡

Pairing | Daisy Hopper X Robin Buckley

Prompt | "Flowers and a candlelit dinner?! Have I swallowed a romance novel? Did you?

Content Warning | Fluffy, Indie writing past 11 PM

Robin had spent weeks planning this out and she was not going to let anything ruin this. She wanted to have a romantic dinner with her girlfriend and that was going to happen. Steve has tried to help her the best he can with preparing how to cook this dinner. The thing is, learning how to cook a meal for your girlfriend when cooking wasn’t your strong suit in the span of a week, wasn’t ideal.

“I’m hopeless.” Robin cries as she lets the sheet pan of  burnt chicken breast and vegetables on the stovetop.

“It’s not that hard! Don’t overthink it!” Steve tried to assure her. “You could always just get a pizza or something.”

“No! Daisy has done so much and she deserves a cooked dinner rather than some ordered pizza.” Robin took a breath. “I want to do this for her. And it needs to be perfect for tomorrow!”

“Okay, but if you're going to do this tomorrow you need to use the timer.” Steve picked up the timer Robin had forgotten to set once again. “And get out of your head.”

Like that was easy to do, Harrington. Because the day of Valentines Day and Daisy was going to be here any minute. But once again the dinner came out burnt. Robin was so busy making sure the table was perfect she completely missed the timer. She felt close to tears on this failed day, she just wanted to do one thing, but it seemed nothing was going to be in her favor. It didn’t help when she heard the knock on the door. Daisy. Fuck.

Robin opened the door to the most beautiful girl, Daisy’s hair done up and wearing the most adorable dress, the red kissing her skin perfectly. Daisy had a giant smile on her face but it soon fell as she registered Robin’s upset face.

“Oh my God! Baby, are you okay?” Daisy stepped inside and cupped her girlfriends cheeks, wiping away the tear Robin hadn’t realized slipped.

Instead of trying to tell her with blubbering words, Robin just lead her to the table, not able to look at her girlfriend or the terrible attempt at cooking dinner she did. Daisy gasped and Robin could imagine the horror on her face.

The table with candles all over, glasses with drinks in ice to keep them cool, Daisy’s favorite flowers (lavender) and roses in a vase Robin’s mother helped her pick out with petals thrown around the table. And then the burnt dinner in the center of it all just ruining the whole thing. “I’m so sorry, I wanted to do something special and romantic for you cause you deserve it, and I love you so much, and Steve was trying to teach me this whole week on how to roast this chicken but it was either coming out too dry or just burnt cause I kept forgetting the timer! I’m so sorry, you deserve so much better than this sad excuse-”

“Flowers and a candlelit dinner? Have I swallowed a romance novel? Did you?” Daisy's voice was so much lighter and filled with joy that it shocked Robin enough to stop her rambling and stare at her girlfriend with watery eyes. Instead of disappointment there was a giant grin on her lips.

Daisy turned her gaze to her girlfriend and raised to stand on her toes to reach her cheek and wrap her arms around Robin’s frame. “It’s okay, my love.” Daisy tells her softly. “The gesture means so much more to me compared to some perfect dinner, you should see the cooking skills of either of my parents, this is a big improvement! I love it so much, it’s okay.”

A giant weight Robin had placed on herself lifted and she leaned her whole weight onto Daisy who held her tight, rocking them ever so softly. “But let’s order some pizza and enjoy this beautiful scenery.”

“Okay.” Robin rasped into Daisy’s hair. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

#daisy hopper #daisy x robin #robin buckley #robin buckley one shot #stranger things #stranger things one-shot #maya hawke one-shot #robin buckley x oc #robin buckley x original female character #robin buckley x original character #original character #original female character #shipuary 2023 #shipuary

[cuddles-and-kisses]

So The Cat's Out Of The Bag,,,

Another fanfic for Agapito (an OC that belongs to @yandereaffections) The story starts under the cut. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1,908 Trigger Warnings: Subtle yandereness, I can't think of any others

It’s 11 pm. I’ve been avoiding schoolwork all day and I’m in no rush to fix it. I've been writing fanfiction, of sorts, for the past 3 hours. On the bright side, the first draft is done! My back hurts from sitting so long while my butt hurts because I’ve sat on a wooden stool this long. I need to take a break but what to do? Oh, what to do? My weekly planner is wide open on a bookstand to my right. I could be productive, or I could keep avoiding them... So the planner is closed now. I’ve reorganized pens in a pen cup for the seventh time. Is there a limit to how many times a person can adjust a desk lamp before going insane? There has to be something else to do but what? As if on cue, my phone lights up with a text from my Baby. We’ve been official for 6 months so our dates are a lot more casual nowadays.

“Angel, I want attention. Unlock the back door” I’m aware it doesn’t seem like it but this is how he asks to come over. He won’t come over until I respond giving the green light. “Bold of you to assume I’m home and not partying at a random frat house” We both know I’m not doing jack at 11 pm on a Friday. Nonetheless, it’s fun to pretend I have a flourishing social life. “That’s cute. Back door please” Alright, now to get up and- ow, fuck, ouchie, ok, hold on. *POP* There we go!

I should probably pick my room up real quick. I made my bed earlier today so that’s not a problem. The svallerup rug from Ikea collects dirt a lot faster than I expected. Although would he really notice? It’s not bright in here. My dresser by the door looks fine. The futon is in couch mode, so there’s not much left I don’t have to clean up for him. In reality, I’m not cleaning for him, I just like having a clean room. The last thing I do is turn on the fairy lights above my head then light a vanilla candle. I know he’s coming over to cuddle or really do anything involving him getting affection. I might as well make my bedroom reflect that, right?

I half-jog upstairs to unlock our back door. Why the back door? It’s not because I love Jesus. Let me explain. The living room floor creaks way too loud. Also, my parent’s bedroom is right next to that door. The side door alerts our dogs to start pitching a fit. How can they hear it from the opposite side of our house? I may never be able to understand. Moonlight drifts halfway across the backroom. Sparse nightlights cover the remaining needed light. I flick on the backdoor lights followed by opening a few blinds to let more light in. Their orange glow overpowers the moonlight near the backdoor.

For whatever reason, the moon is far brighter tonight. Or my pupils are hella dilated because I’m thinking about my Baby. Either way, moonlight dusts over parts of the backroom and kitchen ahead of me. One last light to turn on. An LED light above our kitchen sink smashes through most surrounding darkness, making it almost impossible to see into the living room. White cabinets outline our kitchen. None of the cabinets match each other in this house. It’s as if this house was built in parts instead of planned out from the start. The counter is occupied with things you’d expect; a bread box, knife set, fruit basket, coffee pot, and an air fryer. Yet, there's evidence real people live here. Crumbs from a snack, mail by the fruit basket, half-empty coffee pot, as well as children’s toys forgotten all about

Everyone else is snuggled up in warm beds, sleeping. I can pick out each person’s snoring pattern when they poke through tonight’s ambiance. There are moments where quiet feels like serenity, others where it feels like emptiness. I can’t decide which one I’m feeling because I realize I’m about to have a visitor. A cup of coffee sounds like the perfect way to waste a few minutes while waiting for my lover.

Coffee cup out of the overhead cabinet. A coffee spoon from beside the coffee pot. Fake sugar off the shelves. Room temperature coffee in the pot from this morning. French vanilla coffee creamer out of the fridge. And just like that, a proper cup of coffee is served. Light reflects off the glossy coating painted over our pale coffee cups. Mom considers it a priority to have everything match or look cohesive. Appearing put together is a source of pride for her. A cup is a cup however matching cups make her happy. My ears perk up at hearing his tires pulling into the driveway. My coffee creamer swirls in the cup as he walks up the driveway. The coffee spoon clings against the inside of my coffee cup simultaneously with the creak of our back gate. All that’s left is to wash off this week’s coffee spoon then put it back. I have only a few more seconds until my Love is with me again. I’m a sappy and hopeful romantic for him, get off my back. He’s learned how to silently open the back door and if I didn’t have good peripheral vision, I would’ve yelped.

Intimate hands snake around my hips as a tender kiss is pressed against my neck. I can feel the tender smile tugging at his lips after the kiss, he had a really good day? His body is pressed against mine as he murmurs “Honey, I’m home~” behind my ear; earning a soft chuckle from me. I turn to face him, wrap my arms around his neck, and greet him with a deep kiss. This time on the lips. “Welcome home, my Love.” He’s so close to me, I can smell the cigarette he had on his way over here. The absence of alcohol or weed stench affirms he didn’t have a bad day at work. I can’t wait until these interactions become a daily occurrence. This man is breathtaking under normal circumstances; but, under the glimmer of moonlight,,, I can’t form a single thought while looking at him. The raw admiration and love this man holds in his eyes? Who could stand a chance against him? Not me. Wrong choice.

His hands linger along the sides of my hips. I hold his arms in an attempt to keep him close to me, just a little longer. “I brought you a few things. I’ll go set them on your desk.” He knows gifts aren’t my thing in spite of that he claims I deserve the entire universe. I breathed out, “Ok, I’ll be down in a minute,” then started moving to get my coffee cup, as well as a few snacks to bring downstairs. He starts heading downstairs content with how flustered I am. WAIT A FLUFFING MINUTE THE FANFICTION IS ABOUT HIM!! I whisper yell ‘Baby’ until his head pops back around the corner. I threaten him to not touch or look at my laptop. It was a pathetic attempt considering what he does for a living. In my defense, I tried. I forgot he’s in essence an overgrown teenager who will do the exact opposite of what he’s told. Wanna know what he does? Grin. I’m so fucked.

Agapito dashes downstairs and leaves me in unadulterated fear. I’m frozen in place, trying to come to terms with my fate as his footsteps fade. It’s not smut or anything, just a simple night and morning routine imagining that we lived together. This is going to be so embarrassing. Please spare me this treacherous fate and undying embarrassment. Deep breaths, just take deep breaths. Get your coffee then snacks then, simply, accept what’s just happened.

With arms full of snacks, I shut my bedroom door as gingerly as I can. Setting the cup on the dresser right by the door to make this a little easier. He’s standing at my computer, reading through the last page. Oh hey, he brought me Rolo’s as well as 3 Musketeers. Nice! Oh wait, he’s done reading. His shoulders aren’t tense; his breathing hasn’t changed; all the same, he’s just standing there. “Why did you write this out instead of doing it?” That’s a good question tbh. My Baby’s voice sounds hurt, despite that, he’s trying to hide it. Ok, he needs a hug. Now to throw the snack on the bed. He needs a rib-crushing hug and you bet your butt I’ll be the one to deliver. I tug at his elbow so he’ll face me then pull him into me. His shoulders are right under my chin when we’re facing each other. I bury my face in his neck while my arms hug him as tight as I can. Except why is he upset about this?

His love for me is nothing to scoff at. He loves me the same way he wanted to be loved when he was younger. We’ve figured out he’s catching up from his pre-teen years and onward. So about 13 years without a stable romantic relationship. When he was trying to court me I had to call him out all the time for manipulation. I know he’s terrified I’ll think he’s not good enough. He has episodes of frantic attempts to meet all of my needs, even if it’s not asked for or needed. What is going through his head? Does he feel like he’s not good enough? That he’s not loving me enough so I have to turn to a fictional version of him? Does he think he’s not good enough for me to do this stuff with him? None of those are true, obviously. I explicitly stated that in the story he just read. It doesn’t mean he won’t get stuck inside his head. I need to tell him the truth. Even if I wanted to lie, I couldn’t, he’s a finely-tuned human lie detector. One more deep breath. Squeeze him a little tighter. Look him in his eyes and come clean.

“The reason I didn’t just act these out is because, I didn’t know how to ask for it.” His expression shifts from confused hurt to understanding. I start rambling, “I want to have these experiences with you. I’d give anything to have that life with you but we've only been dating for 6 months and I just, wasn’t sure, how to phrase it.” I’m choking on my own pulse from emotions. I realize I was shifting my weight left to right when he pulls me in for another hug and kisses my forehead. We stand there in each other’s embrace for a few moments before he suggests I come to his house tomorrow night. We both know what he’s suggesting. I can’t help but adamantly agree. Excitement zips through my body thinking about tomorrow night. A smile pulls at my lips as I ask, “Do you mind if I wear this shirt tomorrow night?”

Tonight is about Netflix, snacks, and rediscovering the curves and contours of each other’s bodies. Though, not before I mess up his hair while calling him a butthead. It’s evident his insecurities are still tugging at him. Funny enough, his insecurities forgot they’re fighting against me for his attention.

#agapito adolfo #agapito fluff #agapitos pet #tw: yandere #yandere #yande.re #soft yandere #yandere oc #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #oc fanfiction #yandere fanfiction #yandere imagines #fanfiction #kisses #bleh #my darling #darling blog #darlingcore #lovecore #yandere bait #yanderecore #crushcore #love sick #male yandere #yandere community

[americancowgirl19]

Leave a Message

Summary: No matter how many times they call, all they get is the answering machine.

Warnings: angst, cursing, fluff, dates might not be correct (deal with it)

Reader: Sister Winchester Reader

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sister!reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!reader, John Winchester x Daughter!reader, slight Bobby Singer x Daughter!reader

Word Count: 3,481

A/n: Y/n/n = Your nickname Y/d/n = Your daughters name

Masterlist

December 19th, 1996 - 9:17 am

“Hey, this is Y/n. Leave a message,”

“Hey, Y/n/n, it’s Dean. Where are you? Dad won’t tell Sammy and I anything. You’ve been gone for two days. Please, just tell me you’re safe. Call me back,”

March 5th, 1997 - 1:32 pm

“Hey, this is Y/n. Leave a message,”

“It’s Sam... You’ve been gone a long time... Dad won’t talk about you anymore, he gets mad when we bring you up. He won’t let us look for you but don’t worry, Dean still does and I help him where I can. I don’t know where you are but we’ll find you. We’ll bring you back. Love you,”

October 31st, 1997 - 8:49 pm

“Hey, this is Y/n. Leave a message,”

“...It’s Halloween... Remember when you would make Sammy dress up in some stupid costume and take him out trick or treating for a little bit? Dad would always get mad but you had this way of just lightening him up. I swear we would gain so much weight eating Sammy’s candy when he went to bed *small chuckle*… You’ve been gone for almost a year and I’m no closer to finding you than when I started... I’m not gonna give up though. I know you’re out there even if Dad won’t say anything. I just hope that wherever you are... you’re safe. Please, call back,”

December 25th, 1997 - 10:23 pm

“Hey, this is Y/n. Leave a message,”

“Merry Christmas, Y/n. I miss you... a lot. Dean says you’ll come back but I don’t know if I believe him anymore. We should have found you by now right? Dad should be helping us *aggravated sigh*… He’s been drinking a lot lately... I just want you to come back. Nothing’s been the same since you left. I don’t know where you are but I hope Dean finds you. We need you here. We Love you,”

“Hey, this is Y/n. Leave a message,”

“Merry Christmas, Y/n/n... Sammy demanded that I call you and tell you that... He thinks you’ll come back if we talk to you or something like that... I don’t know... I’m starting to think you’re not actually missing... I think you and dad fought and you left us. I don’t think you want to be found... *sigh*… I thought you were happy here, with us. I don’t know what dad said to make you leave but please just... come back... Sammy needs you. I... *heavy sigh*… Come back,”

February 10th, 1998 - 2:30 pm

“Hey, this is Y/n. Leave a message,”

“Hey, Y/n. Nothing has really changed in the last couple of months. Dad’s wanting to take me on more hunts but Dean’s holding him off. I know I’m ready to take on more of the big stuff. I just have to prove to Dean that I’m ready, that I can handle myself. You should come back and help me convince Dean I’m not a little kid anymore...You should come back... Love you”

June 1st, 1998 - 11:41 pm

“Hey, this is Y/n. Leave a message,”

“Sammy got hurt today... We were hunting and... I don’t even know what happened. One second he was behind me and then we were separated and then he was hurt. Dad got pissed. Dad told me Sammy wouldn’t have gotten hurt if you were looking after him... I know he’s right... You were always better at looking after him than I was... Hell, you’re better at looking after me than I am... I don’t know how much longer we can keep going on without you. We’re falling apart here. Dad’s either hunting or emptying a liquor store. I’m trying to look after him and Sammy but... I can’t do this alone. I don’t know why you left or if you’re even- fuck... if you’re even getting these messages...”

October 31st, 1998 - 9:02 pm

“Hey, this is Y/n. Leave a message,”

“Happy Halloween... Dean said I shouldn’t call... That you wouldn’t answer. That you’re probably not even listening to the messages... That might be true but still... You’re my sister and I miss you.”

December 25th, 1998 - 12:13 pm

“Hey, this is Y/n. Leave a message,”

“Merry Christmas from Dean and I...”

December 17th, 1999 - 4:55 am

“Hey, this is Y/n. Leave a message,”

“It’s been three years, Y/n... God, it’s been three years... I miss you like hell...Damn, I just... I just miss you”

December 17th, 2000 - 7:00 am

“Hey, this is Y/n. Leave a message,”

“Hey, it’s Dean. Just checking in... Everything’s fine on our end. Dad and Sammy are both doing good. It’s been four years and... I guess we’re just now figuring out how to work without you *small laugh, sniffle*… Sammy’s doing good in school. I can finally drink *laugh* legally that is. I know you’re getting these messages cause Sammy and I have left a shit ton and the box isn’t full yet. That means that you’re deleting them. I guess on the bright side that means you’re alive... I don’t know whether to be happy or pissed... I guess a little bit of both... I miss you. Sammy misses you. Hell, even dad misses you even if he doesn’t say anything. I hope you’re listening to these and not just deleting them... I guess it makes me feel better to think you actually listen... Guess it means a small part of you still cares enough to at least listen to me ramble on... *sigh*… I want you to know... You can come back. It doesn’t matter that you’ve been gone, you can still come back. I want you to come back. Hell, I’d be happy for a damn phone call or even a fucking text! Something!... Just give me something...”

December 17th, 2001 - 6:26 am

“Hey, this is Y/n. Leave a message,”

“Hey, it’s Dean. *Large sigh* I’m just... Just checking in... God, I wish you were here... More than anything... God, I need you. Text me where you are and I promise I will drop everything to come pick you up. Hell, I won’t even ask a damn question. Sammy and Dad have been going at it... It seems like it never ends. I can feel him pulling away. I know Sammy wants to leave and if Dad doesn’t lay off we’re gonna lose him just like... Just like we lost you... I can’t lose him.. I lost... I-I lost you an-and now *throat clearing*… If you come back then you can fix everything like you always could. You know, like, you could just... you can fix us... You can calm Sam down and make him stay... You can get dad to relax... I can’t keep this family together, they’re slipping through my fingers. Please, come back...”

July 8th, 2002 - 4:09 pm

“Hey, this is Y/n. Leave a message,”

“...Sammy’s gone... *slow sigh*… *sniffle*… I-... *quiet sob*…”

September 28th, 2006 - 6:37 pm

“Hey, this is Y/n. Leave a message,”

“Hello, this is Stacey with the - hospital. I’m calling for a Y/n Winchester. I have news about the passing of a John Winchester...”

May 1st, 2008 - 11:59 pm

“Hey, this is Y/n. Leave a message,”

“Uh... Hey, it’s uh... It’s Sammy - err - Sam. *Throat clearing* It’s been a long time since I called... Dean didn’t want me calling and I didn’t think I would have too but I can’t put this off anymore... Dean made a deal with a demon... His contract is up in a couple of weeks. I’m doing everything I can to get him out but... *shaky sigh*… I don’t know if... It would be nice if... If we could just see you. Leave the past behind us, ya know?... I doubt you’ll respond but I just... I had to let you know...”

Sam sigh’s hanging up the phone. It fidgets with the device in his hand, hunched over his knees. He could feel his heart dropping in disappointment. Even though he knew you wouldn’t answer there was still a small part that just... hoped.

He turns his head when he sees something moving in the corner of his eye. Dean leans against the doorway with his arms crossed. Sam looks into his eyes.

Neither of them have to say anything. They just understand.

It killed Dean that no matter what they said to you over the phone, you never called back. You never sent a text. You sure as hell never showed up. You simply dropped off the face of the Earth 10 years ago. No matter how hard they looked, they couldn’t find a trace of you.

You were always the best. You were the best hunter, being the eldest of the three. You were the best ‘parent’, being the unofficial mother figure. You somehow managed being both mother and sister. It’s what made your disappearance so hard. The boys weren’t just losing a sister.

Despite the fact that they couldn’t track you, you could track them. In fact, you had been doing your best to keep your eye on them. You’re father had demanded that you leave, never come back, and never contact them. You tried your best but you loved your brothers, you had to make sure they were ok.

However, they’re Winchesters. Keeping tabs on them wasn’t always easy. There would be months where they would be the ones that fell off the face of the Earth before suddenly reappearing somewhere. 

You listened to every single voice mail they left. You would cry your eyes out every time. You couldn’t put into words the pain you felt when you heard their voices begging you to come back. You always looked forward to their calls but it never failed to send you into an anxious depressive mess for weeks, sometimes longer, afterward.

It didn’t matter though, you had to keep moving. You had to keep living. It’s not just you who you have to worry about. 

In a couple of months your daughter would be turning 10. Y/d/n Winchester. The father disappeared a couple hours after conception. You had tried to track him down but it wasn’t your main priority. 

Telling your father was extremely hard but him forcing you to leave was the hardest. He wouldn’t let you say goodbye to your brothers. He just told you to pack your bag and get in the Impala while the boys were asleep. He bought you a bus ticket to the furthest place that the bus went too and told you to stay away from the life.

He knew if you talked to your brothers you would be pulled back in. If you were pulled back in, your daughter would be caught in the supernatural mess. John knew a war would be coming and a little baby shouldn’t be in the middle.

As much as you love your brothers, your priority is your daughter. You loved her from the moment you found out she was in your stomach. You had to protect her, no matter what. It didn’t matter what happened to you, your daughter was going to live a happy life.

You always dreamed of a day where you could introduce your daughter to her grandpa and uncles. You dreamed of different scenarios. You prayed they would come true.

When you learned of your father’s death you wanted to cave that instant. You wanted to pack your things, pick your daughter up from school, and go to Bobby’s. You knew the boys would be there. They could cover their tracks but sometimes they were just down right predictable. 

But then you remembered how he died. The nurses had explained the weird things going on and you got the security footage. You watched Dean teeter between the living and the dead before miraculously recovering. Not long later, your father dies. You were able to put two and two together.

Watching the footage would be the first time you saw Sam and Dean since you were a teenager. You didn’t think it would be possible for them to be so tall. The longing for your brothers amplified but they were in deep shit with demons. That isn’t the life you could bring to your doorstep. That isn’t the danger you could bring to your daughter.

However, when you got Sam’s call your world stopped. Hearing that Dean would be dead in a few weeks, dragged to hell by those damn hounds, made you fall to your knees. Hearing about your father’s death, hell seeing it on camera, was one thing. But to lose your brother is something you never wanted to go through.

Sure, you haven’t talked to him but you knew he was alive. You knew he was still kicking ass and taking names. But now you knew he was going to die and there wasn’t a damn thing you could to about it.

But you could do one thing.

“Where are we mom?” Your daughter asks in the back seat as you pull up to a motel. You don’t answer her. Your eyes are glued on the sleek, black Impala. Suddenly you’re 19 again being dropped off at the bus station by your dad who’s telling you to never come back again. “Mom?” You shake the thoughts out of your head. “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine,” You whisper.

You were not fine. Your anxiety is so high that someone would need an oxygen take to climb to the top. Your nerves are shaking your hands. You couldn’t sit still. You felt as if you were on the verge of a panic attack. You managed to keep yourself together not wanting to have such an attack in front of your daughter.

“Sam,” You whisper. You’re youngest brother walks to the Impala, not sparing your car a glance. You watch him open the truck and rummage through it.

“That’s Uncle Sam?” Your daughter asks. Your daughter knew almost everything about your family. She had an idea about the supernatural but not a lot.

“Yeah,” You whisper.

“When was the last time you talked to him?” 

“Too long,” You respond. Sam closes the trunk and begins to walk away. “Stay here,” You say sternly. “I’ll come back for you,”

“Ok,” Your daughter barely answers before you’re out the car following your brother. You were so nervous about the fact that you were about to approach your brother for the first time in a decade that you had forgot one thing. He’s a Winchester.

Sam rounded the corner and you quickly followed. What you weren’t expecting was for him to grab you and slam you against the wall with his forearm digging into your throat.

“Who are you?” He snapped.

“Damn, Sammy,” You choked. Sam frowns his eyebrows and you give him the best Winchester smirk you could muster. “What? Don’t recognize your own sister?” You joke nervously. Sam frowns his eyebrows even more as he takes in your features. “You were the one who called me...” Sam eases back a bit but isn’t completely sure if he trusts you. “Unless you plan on cutting me with some silver or splashing me with some holy water, mind stepping back?” You grab your brothers arm and pull it to the side allowing you to slip away from the wall.

“Y/n?” Sam whispers.

“The one and only,” You wink at him.

“You’re actually here?” Sam asks. You nod.

“I heard that Dean’s in a tough spot,” Sam ignores your comment. “Thought I’d come see you assholes,” The edge of Sam’s lip raises a bit.

“Mom?” Your head snaps to your daughter. Sam slowly follows your gaze.

“I told you to stay in the car,” You growled. 

“I wanted to meet Uncle Sam,” She says walking up cautiously. You sighed and motioned for her to come.

“Uncle Sam?” Sam whispers frowning his eyebrows.

“Sammy, this is Y/d/n,” You introduce glancing at your brother. “My ten year old daughter,” Sam meets your gaze and you can practically see the wheels turning in his head.

“Ten?” 

You slowly nod your head.

“Well, technically not yet but I will be,” She says running a hand through her hair. “It’s nice to meet you,” Y/d/n says holding out her hand. Sam looks down at her and instantly begins to notice the resemblance. He slowly begins to smile and shakes her hand.

“I’m going to assume Dean is with you,” Sam looks back to you.

“And Bobby,” You smile at the mention of his name. “Come on, they’d love to see you,” 

“I’m not sure if love is the right word but they sure as hell will be shocked,” You say following after him. Sam grins a bit but doesn’t comment. “Y/d/n, I want you to stay behind me or by Sam, alright? I don’t know how Uncle Dean and Grandpa Bobby are going to react but don’t be scared. If it gets too much, step outside, alright?”

“Ok,” Y/d/n nods. You smile kissing the top of her head. Sam glances back at you and his niece. A fond smile coming to his lips.

“We’re in here,” Sam mutters opening the door. Dean doesn’t even glance up but Bobby does. The instant Bobby sees you he drops the beer he was holding.

“What the hell, Bobby?” Dean snips when some of it splashes on him.

“Use your eyes and look, boy,” Bobby snapped back. Dean looks at Bobby and then to you. You notice Dean pale.

“Hi, boys,” You whisper.

“What’re you doing here?” Dean asks, after a long silence.

“I came to see you Dean,” You tell him. Dean scoffs.

“What do you want?” He rephrases his words.

“Nothing,” You shake your head. “Sam called-”

“We both called,” Dean snapped. “Hundred of times we called,” You press your lips together. “Did you even listen to them?” He asks standing up.

“Every one of them,” You whisper.

“And you never thought to call back?” He growls stepping closer to you. “What about the time Sammy begged you to come back? What about when I begged? When I told you we needed you? Where the hell have you been?”

“Taking care of me,” Y/d/n speaks up. Dean’s head snaps over to her. You look at her as well. She looks nervous but you smile proudly as she puts on a brave face and walks up to Dean. She looked scared but she didn’t waver as she stopped in front of your angry brother. “I’m Y/d/n... and I’m ten... almost,” 

Dean stares at her, his mind processing everything. He slowly looks from her, to you, back to her. She shifts a bit but continues to look strong.

“It’s my fault she had to leave,” She continues.

“Baby-” You try to interrupt but she wont let you.

“I don’t know the whole story but I know she misses you and Uncle Sammy and Grandpa John and Grandpa Bobby a lot,” You glance at Bobby. The old geezer has tears in his eyes as she says ‘Grandpa Bobby’. “She told me all about the pranks you would pull together and how you would all look after each other. She would tell me stories every night. She wanted to go back to you but she wouldn’t because of me...” She whispers.

“Y/d/n, we talked about this,” You say, slowly turning your daughter to face you. “None of this is your fault, ok? I love you and I don’t blame you a bit because it’s not your fault. Yes, I missed my brothers and your grandpas but I love you so much that I would stay away. There’s so much you don’t know still and I’ll tell you when you get a little older but-”

“It was safer for you two to stay away,” Dean whispers. You glance at your brother. He’s staring at you. “She just wanted to protect you, she did what she had to do. She was always good at doing the right thing,” You smile a bit.

“There’s a few things I could have done differently,” You shrugged.

“A text would have been nice,” Sam muttered and you smiles a bit.

“How about letters?” You ask. Y/d/n pulls a large stack of letters out of her bag. “They’re addressed to all of you,” You say tearing up. “There’s some for dad too but...” You sniffle a bit.

“You’re here,” Dean whispers, disbelief clouding his eyes. You glance at him. For a moment you’re looking at teenage Dean.

“And I’m safe,” You smile a bit. Dean’s smile widens just a bit. “I just have to figure out a way to keep you safe... Can’t leave you boys alone for a second,” You tease tearfully. Dean smiles and pulls you into a tight hug. Sam comes up to you as well and you wrap your arms around your little, yet taller, brothers. “I love you both so much,” You whisper.

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pairing || Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x Reader

summary ||  You step in when Frankie’s ex leaves him with their baby and in turn, find your own little family.

word count || 7,213 

warnings || angst, hurt/comfort, parental abandonment

a/n || Thank you so much! Somehow this started as something small and then exploded into my longest fic on this blog. Enjoy! (p.s this gif does things to me smh)

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The last thing you expected was a phone call at the crisp time of 11:43 pm. It had been a long day already with your job being a disaster and you were half tempted to just let it ring so you could stay in the warm, safe cocoon of your bed...but something in your gut nagged at you to pick up, told that it was important. The bleary sight of Frankie’s name on your phone screen had you sitting up and rushing to hit the green ‘accept call’ button - he would never call this late unless it was serious. 

He sounded wrecked, his voice panic-stricken and cracking over words too rushed for you to understand, and your heart began pounding. In all of your years of knowing Francisco Morales, you had never heard him like this. Not when he called you while he was out on deployment, not when he whispered to you about the horrors he had seen overseas, not when you comforted him after the shitshow that happened in South America. 

“Frankie, slow down. I can’t understand you,” You tried to make your voice calm and reassuring but your worry bubbled through anyway, and you threw back the warm comfort of your blankets to scramble for clothes. Whatever this was, you needed to be there. There was no way in hell you would just listen to your best friend go through it over the phone. “What’s going on?”

A deep, shuddering breath crackled through the receiver, then “Eliza left us. She just...she just fucking left.” 

Your breath caught in your throat and acidic anger ripped up through your chest, nearly suffocating you in it’s intensity. The mere idea of her walking out on Frankie and their new baby after all she had already put him through...god, you could just scream. It was forced down with a harsh swallow - it was not the time for your own anger. With your sweatpants and hoodie yanked on, you paused, struggling to find any words of comfort. “I’m on my way, okay? I’ll be there soon.” 

“Ok” Frankie whispered and that was how you knew just how bad it was - he didn’t try to convince you not to come out so late or that you could just come in the morning like he did any other time he was in crisis. “Please don’t hang up.” 

“Frankie…” You whispered. Your heart ached for him, wrestling with your anger. “I won’t. I’ll stay on the line, I promise.”

You rambled about any and everything as you drove. He needed to hear your voice, needed to be distracted, but you felt a bit ridiculous talking about the boring things you dealt with at work that day while he was in crisis. It helped, obvious by the way his breathing evened out as he listened and hummed in response.  

There was no telling just how many traffic laws you broke as you sped the few blocks between your home and his. All you could do was be glad you weren't pulled over and managed to throw your car in park and kill the engine in the gravel driveway within ten minutes of leaving your own house. The front door swung open before you even managed to get out of your car and you practically sprinted up the steps to wrap your best friend in your arms. 

Frankie stumbled back slightly as you collided with his chest but he curled his arms around your waist and buried his face in your neck nonetheless. No words passed through the nonexistent space between you. There wasn’t any need. You pushed the door closed behind you before you led him further into his living room and settled next to him on the couch. The sight of his bloodshot eyes and the exhausted slope to his shoulders had a wild mix of anger and sadness whirling through you. 

“Where’s Isabella?” You whispered.

“She’s asleep upstairs. Eliza dropped her off and she just...slept right through it all, the entire argument.” His voice was hoarse, a testament to his rough night. “I...I can’t do this on my own.” 

“Hey, you aren’t on your own.” You said, your tone soft but leaving no room for argument. “I’m not going to tell you it’s going to be easy, but you sure as hell aren’t alone. You have me and the boys. God knows Santi will be happy to flex his status as godfather even more.” 

That pulled a half-hearted smile from Frankie. It was fleeting, gone in less than a second, but you counted it as a win nonetheless. Watching that far away look return to his eyes made you chest ache and you were desperate to break the spell of worry and anger that hung over him. Somehow knowing that you couldn’t even if you tried brought you no closer to peace. 

“Have you eaten?” You asked as you carefully brushed a hand through his hair, appreciating the curls that were usually hidden under his hat. Frankie leaned into the touch and you smiled softly at his acceptance of the comfort you offered. 

“No, but I can’t eat right now.” Frankie grumbled. The intensity of the anger, the shock, the fear, it all gave way to a mind-numbing exhaustion and he just wanted to sleep. You sighed but didn’t push him. “M’tired.” 

“Alright, c’mon. Let’s get you to bed.” You heaved yourself from the couch and offered Frankie a hand to pull him along with you. He grumbled quietly to himself as you ushered him up the stairs, the both of you mindful of the sleeping baby. Frankie flipped the baby monitor on and took a moment to observe the grainy image of his little girl, fast asleep and entirely unaware that their lives had just changed drastically. 

“She deserves better than a broken family.” Frankie whispered, the image of defeat as he sat heavily on the edge of his bed. There was nothing for you to say in that moment, nothing that would ease his burden or change his mind. So instead of speaking, you just sat next to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulled him into your side and rubbed his back in slow strokes. Just when you thought he might be calm enough to lay down and get some sleep, Frankie went stiff against you and groaned. “Fuck, I have work tomorrow!” 

He was up and pacing a hole in the floor before you could even blink, grumbling out a quiet rant about the insanity of his situation. It seemed like he was a step away from spiraling out completely - and you knew just how to prevent that. Francisco Morales was a military man through and through; give him clear instructions and he’ll tackle a task with all he’s got. All he needed was for someone to help him see past the panic to the next step. 

“Frankie, stop.” You stepped in his way and put both of your hands on his shoulders firmly, only continuing when he finally looked you in your eyes. “Call the office now and leave a message for them to cancel your tours for the next couple of days so you can get your head on straight. It’s a family emergency. They’ll understand. And after you call them, you need to lay down and at least rest your body, because Isabella will need to be fed in a few hours and you need to get some sleep while you can. I’m staying the night -”

“Wait, what? No, you don’t have to -” Frankie interrupted but was met with your finger at his lips, almost cracking up when he pouted against it. 

“I don’t have to, you’re right. But my best friend needs my help and the little girl that I adore deserves to have a dad who isn’t ripping his hair out from stress. If the tables were turned and I was the one in this position, would you let me convince you to leave?” You took your hand away from his face when you shook his head ‘no’ and you gave him a small smile. “Exactly. So, I’m staying the night and I’ll be here to help wherever you need for as long as you need me. Okay?”

Frankie nodded. After that, it was easy to get him burrowed under his covers. His eyes drooped the second he was settled, and with a final brush of his hair off of his forehead, you turned to head back downstairs and set up a makeshift bed on the couch. A hand shot out from under the blankets to latch onto your wrist and Frankie sounded almost child-like when he whispered, “Please stay.” 

And who were you to deny such a sweet plea? You curled up on the opposite side of the bed, exhaustion finally dragging you under after the day’s insanity. Two hours later when a shrill cry had you both sitting bolt upright, you threw back the covers and slid out of the warmth of Frankie’s bed right along with him. 

“You go make her a bottle and I’ll check her diaper, alright? You asked around a yawn, already shuffling off to the nursery. Frankie made a tired noise of agreement and went downstairs, leaving you to scoop up his crying infant from her crib. “Hi, Bella. Let’s get you changed, yeah? Does that sound good?”

Once she had a clean diaper, you carefully carried her down the stairs and into the kitchen where her father was warming up a bottle. He smiled at the both of you as you approached and reached out to rub his daughter’s back where she lay against you, chest-to-chest. You could see the doubts worming their way back to the forefront of his mind by the way his smile faltered, and you put Isabella into his capable hands. 

“We’ve got this, Frankie. One day at a time.” You murmured to him before leaning down to coo at Isabella, grinning when she gave you a gummy smile. “Yeah, your daddy has you. Everything’s gonna be just fine.” 

And as you looked at the matching pairs of chocolate eyes sparkling at you in the low light of the kitchen, you could feel in your gut that you were right. 

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After three weeks of staying at Frankie’s house nearly every night, the two of you had a schedule down packed and after two entire months, Frankie realized you were right. It sure as hell wasn’t easy - far from it, in fact - but everyone had stepped up just like you said. You would care for Isabella when Frankie was at work more often than not with Will and Pope picking up responsibility here and there where they could. The true savior here was you. You woke with Frankie in the morning, held his daughter up so he could kiss her forehead before he left for work, cared for her until he came home, and still stuck around to help after. 

You were a fucking goddess, and Frankie knew he would be lost without you.

Each day that passed had Frankie’s anger dissipating just a bit more. With his focus solely on establishing a new normal for his daughter, there wasn’t really time for him to think about just how screwed over he got. He was fooling himself into thinking that the storm of emotions that thundered in his chest didn’t need to be handled. Logically, he knew that. The clouds would crack and it would all pour from him eventually, he just didn’t know when. 

The boiling point hit on a Saturday. A beautiful day by all other standards; the sun was bright in the cloudless sky, leaving the air shimmering with warmth. The plan was to take a walk to the park with Isabella before meeting the guys for lunch, even though she wasn’t really big enough to enjoy the jungle gyms. In reality, Frankie just wanted to spend some time with his two favorite girls out in the sun. You had Isabella on the couch, getting her dressed after changing her diaper and rambling at her all the while. 

Frankie loved the way you talked to his daughter, as if she was entirely invested in whatever mundane story from work you were recounting, taking her gurgles and the spit bubbles she blew as excited responses. The stack of mail in his hand momentarily forgotten, he leaned over the back of the couch with a small laugh.

“Ya know, I don’t think she understands the intricacies of office politics.” He teased, his grin growing when you tossed him a glare that had no heat behind it. 

“And I don’t think she understands the intricacies of piloting helicopters, but you don’t hear me making fun of you when you ramble on about rotors at three in the morning.” You grumbled. The smile on your face betrayed any attempt to sound annoyed. 

Frankie barked out a laugh. “Touche.” 

With Isabella dressed and ready to rumble, Frankie intended to give the mail in his hands a once-over before heading out the door - until a large, yellow envelope with the state’s stamp inked in the corner caught his eye. What the hell did he do to have the state government contacting him? He racked his mind as he tore the envelope open, trying to think of any recent wrongdoings that could’ve gotten him into some legal mess. Maybe that red light last month actually caught his license plate last month. God, this was the last thing he needed right now with everything else he had going on, and - 

The five words stamped across the top of the papers made his heart lurch in his chest. ‘Voluntary Relinquishment of Parental Rights’, right there in bold lettering. Eliza’s signature was scrawled at the bottom along with a notary’s. He expected sadness, even tears, but no. 

No, Frankie was fucking enraged. 

White hot anger surged, leaving his teeth gritted and the papers crumpled slightly in his clenched fist. It had been years since he felt that kind of rage, somehow even worse than the anger he felt during the absolute shitshow that was the mission in South America. A shuddered breath escaped from behind his teeth as he desperately tried to grasp the urge to throw the papers to the ground, along with anything else within his reach. 

“Frankie?” The sound of your voice calling out to him sweetly, laced with concern and confusion, somehow only made that rage spike. The fact that you had put your entire life on hold to help him care for his child, the child Eliza swore up and down that she wanted with him before disappearing on them both, had him infuriated on your behalf as well as his own. Just how many lives was Eliza going to change forever with no remorse? Frankie tossed the entire pile of mail on the couch and stormed off to the kitchen, not wanting you or Isabella to see him in such a state. 

He had no idea how long he stood braced against the kitchen counter with his eyes squeezed shut, desperately trying to find a way to tamp down on the intensity rolling  through him. There was a quiet conversation coming from the living room, two voices too low for him to make out, and there was suddenly a hand on his own. Frankie finally opened his eyes to see you standing next to him, giving him a soft look that disarmed him and made him feel guilty all at once. 

You shouldn’t have to be here. You shouldn’t have to deal with the bullshit that always seemed to follow Frankie around every fucking corner. You were too good for his troubles, you deserved better. Frankie hated that he had brought you down this hole with him. 

“Where’s Isabella?” Frankie croaked out. 

“I called Will, he’s got her in the living room.” You said, your voice just as soft as the expression on your face, and Frankie wanted nothing more than to bury his face in your neck and cry or smash something on the ground just for the satisfaction of seeing it break. The confliction of his wants only made him angrier. “I saw the papers. What do you need?”

“What do I need?” Frankie repeated with a humorless chuckle before hitting the countertop with a clenched fist, just hard enough to make pain shoot up his arm - and the dam broke. “Anything! Anything but a life where the mother of my child doesn’t abandon us at the drop of a fucking hat!” 

The coffee mug that sat next to the coffeemaker was the unfortunate victim his impulses chose to meet the sudden, desperate need to get this rage out of his body. His arm reared back, ready to smash the ceramic mug right onto the tile, but the firm grab of two hands kept the lucky cup in one piece. You grabbed his forearm with one hand and wrapped the other over his, securing the mug in his grip as you stepped into his space and settled him with a firm look. 

“No, not here. Not like this, not with Isabella so close by.” Shame lanced through Frankie viciously. You were right, as always. How fucking stupid was he to think - “Let’s go.” 

“What?” was all he could mutter as you set down the mug and began pulling him towards the front door. 

“You’ve got Isabella, right?” You asked Will when you paused to fish your keys from the table next to his door, only continuing in your march towards your car when Will confirmed. Frankie’s guilt-ridden confusion only grew as you pulled out of his driveway after ushering him into your passenger seat. “You need to deal with this in a healthy way. Because god knows you have every reason to be downright enraged. Hell, I even wanted to throw shit around for a while.” 

Frankie could only stare at you, his anger and frustration simmering lower the more you spoke. There was a light in your eyes that he recognized, the same one that you had last year when he had to comfort you through the downfall and heartache of your last relationship. It was anger and sadness all wrapped up into an intense shine he recognized all too well. 

“But we are going to do these the smart way.” You continued and met his eyes as you pulled up to idle at a red light. There was… something there beneath the empathy, something hovering at the edges of your expression that he just couldn’t place. “Because you are my best friend and I love you and your daughter way too much to let you destroy yourself.” 

Heat flushed up his neck at the candidness of your words. Oh, god, he could not let that tiny, hopeful part of his brain latch onto that at run with it. No, it would reignite too many old feelings and needs to let himself hope. Of course you loved him and his child - you were his best friend after all. There was no point in letting himself even consider it beyond that. Not when he could destroy everything good he had left in his life. 

Frankie just nodded, trusting in whatever you had in mind. Less than five minutes later, you pulled into the town’s recreational fields and it clicked in his brain. The batting cages. He smiled slightly despite his inner turmoil. This was exactly where he had taken you when you finally got over the shock of your ex-boyfriend’s betrayal and stepped right into an unfathomable rage. 

He let you put the ridiculous helmet on his head and gratefully took the aluminum baseball bat from your hands once you got to the small fenced area where he could finally let out his anger. The quarters clinked as you slid them into the slot and you smiled at him from behind the fence. 

“You might feel stupid at first, but it helps.” You called out over the whirring of the pitching machine powering up and Frankie laughed. He had told you the exact same thing, verbatim when you had complained that the whole idea was ridiculous. 

The harsh crack of the bat meeting that first baseball was like taking a sledgehammer to the wall he had built around his anger. The next one had him grunting into the effort he put behind the swing of the bat, letting every bit of his rage and resentment sing in his veins and bleed into the impact against the ball. Each swing had him building up, had tension racking his back and shoulders only to be released with the ringing sound of aluminum and revived the moment his arms fell to his sides. 

“I just...I can’t fucking comprehend it! First, she was so excited. Went on and on about having the whole thing. ” He called out through each swing, knowing you were there behind him, hanging off of the fence to watch and listen. “The house and the kids and the - the fucking white picket fence life. All of it! And then she wanted all of that, but not with me. No, she’d co-parent and find some other man to shack up with because apparently I wasn’t enough for her. Yeah, it hurt and all but at least she was still around! And out of nowhere, she just fucking left! It’s bullshit!” 

The aluminum echoed harshly where Frankie threw it to the ground, his hands ripping his hat off to muse his hair roughly before settling back on his head. Every ball hit was like a point knocked off of his frustration. It wasn’t exactly fun, but it felt good. 

“Another round?” You asked and Frankie turned to see you with more quarters poised and ready to send more baseballs flying at his head. He nodded, more grateful for you than ever in that moment. 

“But at the same time, I am so glad she left when she did. It’s so conflicting because I’m pissed that she put us through that but at least it’s over!” Frankie continued, the pressure finally easing in his chest as he said the things that were building in his mind the last two months. “She jerked me around for so fucking long. At least I don’t have to worry that she’ll change her mind again. At least I can… move on, move forward in my life.” 

He didn’t even have to ask you for another round when the last ball had been pitched. This time, he said nothing. Neither did you. Frankie just needed to vent, to be heard. He didn’t need advice or pity or words of encouragement. Well, the encouragement he would need later. The rest would just make him even more angry. Every crack of the bat meeting a ball had the anger receding and exhaustion creeping up to take its place. There was a special kind of relief in the absence of anger - it didn’t exactly feel good, but it wasn’t bad either. Almost numbing. 

The bat clattered to the ground after the last ball was sent rocketing into the netting. Frankie was done, for now at least. It would come creeping back in, he knew, but he also knew he could handle it. He felt like he could handle anything with you by his side, with your support and… and your love. It was nice to be taken care of for once. You took the bat back to the office as he plopped himself down at a picnic table and a few moments later, a cool water bottle, dripping with condensation was pressed against the back of his neck. It was soothing against his skin, overheated by the harsh sun. 

The two of you sat together at that table for nearly an hour, not having to speak to convey how either of you felt in that moment. Frankie was beyond grateful, and he could tell you were happy he was feeling better just by the way you rubbed a hand between his shoulder blades. He almost lamented at the loss of your touch when you pulled that hand away, only to have you settle it on his just like you did back in the kitchen. 

You were always there, always managed to make him feel better. Even when his life was crumbling around him, there was solace to be found in you. In your words, your touch. You never made him feel ashamed when he exposed his sadness or his anger, never made him feel less than. It was impossible for that small flame not to flicker back to life deep in his heart. The spark of hope for the future, especially if you were in it. 

“Thank you.” Frankie choked out, unable to express himself any more than that. It didn’t matter, he knew that. You knew how much this little foray into stress relief helped him. 

“Always, Frankie.”

Later that night when all was quiet in his home, when the Miller brothers and Pope had left and Isabella was safely asleep in her crib, Frankie was still exhausted. The boys had come over instead of dragging him out to a restaurant and it was a blast, as always, but he couldn’t help the heavy way his shoulders were set for the rest of the day. He just wanted to sleep. 

The last thing he expected was the tears. An overwhelming feeling of being entirely unwanted washed over him and he was too damn tired to fight it off, so he sat himself on the edge of the bed and cried. No matter how logical he was with himself, no matter how much he reminded himself that he was well loved despite Eliza, the feeling just would not shake. 

Embarrassment layered on top of the sadness when you popped your head into his bedroom, hair still wet from the shower you just took. Frankie wiped the tears away with rough fingers as he turned away from you, giving an entirely fake laugh in a vain attempt to brush it off. He should’ve known better. You padded right up to him and gently cupped his cheek to guide him to look back up at you, and the understanding smile you gave him paired to the gentle brush of your thumb under his eye to wipe a stray tear away had his chin trembling against his will. 

“C’mon,” You whispered. Frankie watched you clamber onto his bed through tear-blurred eyes and settle against his pillows, your arms open in an invitation for comfort that he took without a second thought. Frankie laid his head on your chest, wrapped one arm around your waist, and closed his eyes before he could talk himself out of it. This was dangerous ground, letting himself take comfort in you this way. You brushed your hand through his hair, sighing softly as you relaxed. “We’ve got this. You know that, right?”

“Yeah.” Frankie’s voice was slurred slightly with his sleepiness, the craziness of the day finally pulling him under. “Yeah, we do.” 

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At eight months old, Isabella was growing into a vibrant, happy little girl and you couldn’t be more proud. You hadn’t expected to play such a large role in her life, but now you couldn’t imagine doing anything else. According to her pediatrician, little Bella was as healthy as a horse and blossoming. ‘A textbook case of healthy development’ was what she had said at the last checkup, leaving you and Frankie to grin at each other. The first appointment after Eliza left was nerve racking with Frankie bouncing anxiously the entire time until Dr.Weston gave them the exact same response - Frankie’s daughter was right on track. 

The relief on his face had broken your heart. How could that man ever think he wasn’t doing right by his little girl? You saw him with her every single day. You saw the way he babbled along with her while spooning baby food into her mouth. You watched him lie on his belly with her in the living room during tummy-time, trying to help her strengthen her neck. You woke up to him stripping the blankets off of the bed when she couldn’t fall asleep anywhere but his arms and wanted her in bed with you both. If there was anyone who could attest that Francisco Morales was an amazing father, it was you. 

And you made sure to tell him that, as often as you could. It made the most delicious flush creep up his neck and paired with that bashful smile he tried to hide by pulling the brim of his hat further down, you could barely keep yourself from kissing him. Guilt ate you alive every single time you had those urges. Frankie was thriving after such an awful ordeal, and there you were, lusting after him like some over-excitable teenager. 

It was impossible not to feel so... domestic in your current set up. You slept at Frankie’s so often that your own home felt almost foreign when you would show up for more clothes or to grab something for work. You worked from his kitchen table or couch, tapping away at your laptop as Isabella slept or played on her playmat in front of you. The instinct to refer to Frankie’s house as ‘home’ and the way you saw the three of you as a little family was new and something you had to nip in the bud right away. 

That type of thinking would inevitably end in heartbreak when Frankie sent you on your way once he didn’t need as much help with Isabella. At least you knew it wouldn’t be anytime soon and could enjoy it while it lasted, especially since the home was currently plagued with a two word nightmare neither of you expected. 

Sleep. Regression. 

You sat in the glider with Isabella slumped against your chest, her cute little face pressed against your sternum as you rocked sleepily. Her eyelids fluttered every now and then, but there was yet to be a moment you could settle her into her bed. Frankie had tried before you, but even daddy’s arms weren’t good enough for the fussy baby. He was rooting around downstairs, searching for a little stuffed hippo that sometimes helped her calm down, but at that point, you were willing to just sleep right there in her nursery. 

The door cracked open slowly and you peeked one eye open to see Frankie shake his head slightly as he walked in. You held back a sigh. That damned stuffed hippo was going to be the death of all three of you, apparently. Frankie made an urgent noise and your eyes flew open, your eyebrows pinching together in confusion. With a baby constantly on the verge of either falling asleep or waking up, the two of you learned to communicate without words, instead using pointed looks and hand gestures to get a point across. 

Frankie gave a pointed look Isabella and you tilted your head down to get a good look at her, and good god you could barely believe your luck. A very long, drawn out transfer from your chest to her crib later, and you and Frankie were creeping out of the nursery, careful to avoid the creaky sections of the hallway. The second the door was closed, you held up a hand for a quiet high five with the goofiest grin on your face, and Frankie obliged with a chuckle. 

You practically threw yourself onto the bed you were starting to consider your own, yet another dangerous road, you knew that much. The stubbornness both you and Frankie held strong to had neither of you willing to let the other take the couch, insisting that ‘no, you need good sleep.’ and ‘well, you do, too!’. Each night you spent curled up next to him and waking up a hairsbreadth from each other had you positively yearning. 

It was nearly three in the morning and both of you had work in a few hours. The idea filled you with dread, and that was how you found yourself whispering to Frankie that you were calling out because ‘exhaustion is the best reason to use a sick day’. He cracked up at your antics as he crawled in next to you, but the look he gave you once he was settled in… it made your heart flutter in your chest. It was an exhausted, relieved, and grateful expression all rolled into one and in that moment, you felt like you could look at him forever.

You didn’t get the chance to. Frankie slid his arm under your shoulders and pulled you against him. It was too familiar of an embrace for you to shy away, even though you knew you should. You should’ve stayed on your side of the bed with plenty of space between you if you wanted to avoid heartbreak, but instead, you snuggled close to him and set your head right on his chest. You could let yourself indulge in the fantasy that he was yours for just a bit longer, especially if it meant getting this unforgettable experience of curling up with the man you adored. 

The steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you closer to the abyss of sleep, until his chest rumbled as he spoke, making you blink up at him. 

“Thank you, cariño.” Frankie settled his hand against your head, playing gently with your hair. 

“Always, Frankie.” You whispered back, a smile on your face even as you slipped into the most peaceful rest you had in years. 

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The house was full of people. For the first time in months, Frankie threw a cookout. It was something you had missed dearly, inviting everyone over for food and beers and a bonfire if the mood was right. Isabella was beyond happy to see everyone she loved all at once, the nine month old squealing with delight at each person who scooped her up from her bouncer. You watched carefully, always ready to swoop in if needed while Frankie ran in and out of the house between the kitchen, grill, and living room. 

You had been worried it might be too much for him, the pressure of so much socializing after such a hard time, but he was all grins and twinkling eyes as he ran about. It warmed your heart to see that happiness radiating off of him. God, had you missed it. Things were finally looking up and it felt as if you had let go of a breath that was held in for far too long. 

Almost everyone was out in the backyard, soaking up the last of summer before fall got her chilly grip on the world, with you and a few others inside chatting. Isabella had just woken up and boy was she ready to go. Those chubby little legs flailed as you wrestled her into a clean diaper and back into her pretty pink dress. You leaned back with a small laugh once she was finally dressed, letting her have the free reign to roll over onto her belly. 

You glanced up at Will where he sat on the couch a few feet away taking a break from all the chitchat, and he grinned at you, muttering something about her being just like her father. You couldn’t agree more. You went to pick her up and carry her outside where she could get some sun and squeal at more guests, but your hand met the carpet instead. Isabella grinned at you less than a foot away, propped up on all fours as she scrambled away so quickly you worried she would get rug burn before you realized - holy shit, she’s crawling. 

“Go get Frankie!” You said to Will, who was staring at Isabella with a proud grin. He jumped to his feet, ever the good soldier taking commands, and you scooped the giggling little girl into your arms. “Look at you go! Oh, I’m so proud of you, sweet girl!”

A frazzled Frankie skidded around the corner out of nowhere, half of the crowd piling in behind him in worry, and internally you cursed Will for not informing him that nothing was wrong. Before Frankie could even ask, you motioned for him to sit down a few feet from you and he listened despite the deeply confused look he wore. 

“Are you gonna show daddy your new trick, Bella? Huh? Go on,” You cooed as you set her back down on her hands and knees, and she took off like a bat outta hell, scrambling for her father, who watched with wide eyes. Frankie broke off into a loud laugh and picked her up to cradle her against his chest, his eyes bright with unshed, happy tears as the crowd of friends and family let out whoops and claps. 

“Oh my god!” Frankie laughed wetly, shuffling forward on his knees to pull you in for a hug with his little girl in between you. Your cheeks hurt with the huge smile you wore as you wrapped your arms around him. The way he looked at you tore through your chest with the most pleasurable kind of pain and the urge to kiss him would have been undeniable if not for the friends that surrounded you. So you cleared your throat and leaned back, pushing his bicep gently.

“You better get back to that grill before everyone in here starves to death.” You tease and leave it at that, gathering Isabella in your arms to take her outside. What you didn’t see was Pope grabbing Frankie and dragging him up the stairs before he could make it outside along with you. You flounced about the backyard, the hem of your sundress fluttering at your knees as you let everyone get a chance to coo at the happy girl in your arms. 

Everyone was so happy, all smiles and laughs as they caught up with each other about the various going-ons of their lives, and you wanted to capture it so you could look back on the happy memories. 

“Hey, I left my phone upstairs. Do you mind if I leave her with you? I should be right back.” You asked Pope’s girlfriend, Jessa, who eagerly accepted the baby time. 

You climbed the stairs easily, humming some silly tune as you pushed open Frankie’s door. With your phone fully charged, you popped it off of the charger and sat on the edge of the bed to check your notifications. There were few messages here and there, mostly from people letting you know they were on their way a few hours ago, so you were content to make your way back outside with the sound of voices caught your attention. It was a low, metallic sounding conversation, but the TV was off, leaving only…

On the screen of the baby monitor were Frankie and Pope, both of them standing with their arms crossed tightly over their chests. If you didn’t know better you would have been worried they were about to fight with the way they glared at each other, but whatever it was wasn’t any of your business. You were going to leave but the sound of your name made you pause. Eavesdropping is wrong, you reminded yourself, even if you were painfully curious, and you made for the door once more until you heard Pope said, “You have to tell her, Fish!” and you froze entirely. 

“That woman loves you! She loves your little girl. You’re going to lose out on a good thing if you keep going like this, man!” Pope hissed and for a second, all you could hear was your own heartbeat. He couldn’t mean what you hoped he meant… right?

“I can’t! Isabella is already down one parent, and that… that amazing woman stepped in and saved us both. What kind of a father would I be if I risked my daughter losing a good woman? And for what? Because I'm in love? Absolutely not.” Frankie said in a tone you had never heard from him before. It was harsh, ringing with finality, and it absolutely tore your heart in two. 

But the halves of your heart were made whole by the single sentence, ‘Because I’m in love’. Frankie loved you. He said it. You heard it with your own two ears and suddenly those fears of yours felt absolutely ridiculous. That man and his daughter was your family, no two ways about it. And you couldn’t let him go on thinking that you didn’t love your little family more than anything in the world.

So you snuck back downstairs, your heart flying in your chest as you rejoined the little party and tried to act as normally as possible. In reality, you were paying more attention to the back door than anyone who tried to talk to you, giving little ‘mhmm’s instead of answering the questions anyone asked you. 

Yeah, you could be entirely oblivious sometimes. 

The second Pope and Frankie emerged from the back door you were on the move, excusing yourself from the conversation you hadn’t really been a part of anyway. The confused look Frankie gave you when you asked to talk to him inside was being adorable, his eyebrows scrunched together and head tilted to the side just slightly. He followed you in nonetheless, leaning against the kitchen counter as he popped open a sweating beer. Before he can even ask what’s going on, you step into his space and put your hands on his chest gently, watching as his confusion melts into surprise. 

“You are never going to lose me.” You whisper. “Neither of you.”

A blush bloomed up his neck and over his cheeks. “You...you heard that?”

“Didn’t mean to, scouts honor.” You smiled at him, trying to imbue him with the ease and absolute happiness you felt. “The baby monitor was on.” 

“Oh.” 

You can’t help but chuckle at the simple response and press up on your tiptoes, your hands sliding up to drape over his shoulders so you could play with the curls at the nape of his neck. The breathy sound that escaped Frankie’s chest had your need mounting, desperate to feel his lips on yours, and you lean forward to brush your nose along his. “Say it, Frankie.” 

“I love you.” He said it immediately, whispered it into you with a grin so bright it lit up the room with his happiness. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” You barely get it out before he leans forward to kiss you, soft and desperate and happy, all at once. Frankie’s hands fell to your hips and pulled your body flush against his, and it made you to grin against his lips. 

You were giddy. That was the only way to describe the excitement that left you almost vibrating with energy as you melted against Frankie’s chest. His lips were sweet, touched by the strawberries and grapes he snacked on as he grilled. 

“You love me, huh?” He muttered and pressed his forehead to yours, eyes closed with a goofy smile that made your heart lurch in your chest. 

“Always, Frankie.”

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Vegas lights

pairing: dan howell/phil lester

summary: 2012 is not going as planned, but Phil still takes Dan to Las Vegas for his 21st birthday, the city that is said to hold adventure, risk and fortune – and maybe a flimsy hope for conciliation?

genre/themes: angst, smut, fluff, making out and making up, 2012

content warnings: alcohol, sex

When Dan’s voicemail answers for the 17th time, Phil actually throws his phone across the room. It tumbles over his bed and drops to the floor behind it with a sickening thud.

Not remotely satisfying. Smashing the hotel suite would rather represent his feelings right now. And Phil’s not usually a violent person.

It’s Dan’s fault, he reminds himself. All of it.

Their plane has landed in Las Vegas six hours ago. Now it’s 11 pm, but according to Phil’s body clock that still goes by London time it’s seven in the morning, and he hasn’t slept. The jetlag is getting to him and he just wants to go to sleep, but Dan isn’t answering his phone.

After checking in to the hotel, they had gone to grab dinner and explore the city a little bit, just to get a first impression. Phil had found the bright lights to have a reviving effect on him, brilliant and dazzling. For a few hours, the city had managed to tear him out of the state of gloom that had become costum for him.

At about 9 pm, they had made their way back to the hotel and sat down in the lounge to have a goodnight drink. (Margarita for Phil, non-alcoholic Margarita for Dan, much to his dismay.)

When Phil had finished his drink, Dan had told him to go ahead.

“I’ll be right up”, he’d said. “Just wanna sit here for a moment and soak in the atmosphere.”

Phil had stopped at the reception desk to ask a question. The young blonde had stared at him for a moment before her look softened to one of pity. He must have really looked miserable. No, there are no more hotel rooms available. We’re all booked out. Sorry for any inconvenience, sir.

The downside of booking holidays early: You never know what can happen before you go.

Thank god there are at least two beds.

Phil flops down on his, but he can’t relax. He’s dead tired, and though Dan has a key card, he’d probably make so much noise entering the room he’d wake him up anyway. Of course, that’s not the main reason.

Phil doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s worried.

It’s been two hours since he left Dan at the lounge. He always worries about Dan. It makes him even angrier at the younger man, because he knows Phil would rather die than go downstairs in his pyjamas.

“Whatever, I’m just going to lie down anyway”, Phil mutters to himself.

Let Dan take care of himself. He’s almost twenty-one, after all.

He moves to the windows to pull the curtains closed. The city beneath him is vibrant and bright as ever, only really beginning to gain momentum an hour before midnight.

Phil’s got no eye for it at the moment. He collapses on the bed farthest from the window and pulls the covers up to his shoulders. The air conditioning has cooled their room down to freezing 18° C because Phil couldn’t be bothered to figure out how to change the setting.

It doesn’t matter, though. He’s wearing a hoodie and he’s so tired by now he feels like he’d fall asleep in the arctic.

It doesn’t take him long to doze off.

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Things, as Phil has had to learn, never really go to plan. Especially not when you really want them to. Considering their luck of the past couple of months, it’s almost a miracle they made their flight.

Phil has caught perhaps ten minutes of much desired sleep when he’s woken up again by a knock on the door.

It could be hotel staff telling him that the fire alarm has gone off, or that they’ve given them the wrong room, or to ask if he’s missing a piece of luggage. It could be anyone who doesn’t have a keycard to unlock the room with. But when he drowsily trudges to the door and rips it open, the person outside crashes straight into him.

It’s Dan, and he’s drunk.

Phil steps back into the room and Dan stumbles after him, his hands grasping Phil’s shoulders, trying to hold himself up.

In some mysterious way Dan must have managed to get shitfaced with an ID that clearly states he’s still underage. Maybe the barista has made an exception for him. Maybe he’s flirted his way to a drink. Phil wouldn’t put that past him.

Drunk Dan used to be one of Phil’s favourites because of how flirty and needy he gets.

Now drunk Dan is one that he dreads. Not purely because of how Dan gets when he’s had too much to drink, but rather because Phil caves in every time.

Maybe he doesn’t really dread it. Maybe what he really dreads are the mornings after, when Dan will be cold and relentless again, pretending that he can’t remember a thing.

The door shuts with a thud behind them and Phil turns around to go straight back to bed, because Dan deserves to deal with his own problems, and he’s tired as fuck, and he won’t give Dan the satisfaction of even asking why he didn’t answer his –

His thoughts break off mid-sentence because Dan pushes him back until he feels the rough wallpaper against his skin where his hoodie has ridden up, and then Dan’s rough lips against his own.

He wants to pull away but he can’t because Dan’s hands are holding his face firmly in place, palms cupping his jaw; and then he doesn’t want to pull away anymore because it’s been so fucking long, and even though Dan tastes like cheap alcohol that’s better than the stale taste of swallowed anger and suppressed yearning he’s grown used to.

Everything seems strangely more intense, the familiar and long awaited touch of Dan’s hands burning through the fabric of his hoodie, his mouth pressed against Phil’s, chapped and warm. Phil’s head is spinning because they’ve barely talked without it turning into a heated argument in months and now they’re kissing like letting go would kill them.

But just because Dan’s kissing him doesn’t mean he’s sorry. And just because Phil’s kissing back with equal fervour doesn’t mean he’s forgiven.

There’s a difference between making out and making up, and Phil knows it.

Still he finds it hard to resist when Dan’s tongue swipes across his bottom lip, seeking entrance.

You can’t just come in here after making me wait for two hours and kiss me like everything’s okay, Phil wants to protest, but then Dan whimpers into his mouth and grabs the front of Phil’s jumper, grinding down hard against his thigh.

Fuck.

He can’t think clearly when he’s trapped beneath Dan’s body. What he needs is some distance between them.

Phil turns his head to escape Dan’s lips and inhales shakily, then he takes Dan’s hands into his and pushes him gently away. Without the body contact it’s chilly in their suite, and the cool air helps him clear his mind.

Dan’s struggling against his grip, trying to get close enough for friction.

“Dan, stop”, Phil breathes. His heart is thumping in his chest.

“Okay, we need to get you to bed”, he continues in a soothing voice, meanwhile guiding Dan over to the unused bed. “It’s late. We’re both tired.”

Rambling has become his strategy to both keep his own sanity and distract Dan from attempting to seduce him.

The light seeping through the curtains illuminates Dan’s face as he lets himself be sat down on the edge of the mattress. He’s staring up at Phil with heavy-lidded eyes, his cheeks reddened and his fringe wet with sweat. If he goes to sleep like this he’ll catch a cold from the air conditioning.

Phil regards him for a moment. Then he sighs and holds out his hand. “Come on, let’s go take a shower first.”

He doesn’t mean for it to sound like that. But it seems to make Dan cooperate.

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The garish light in their bathroom is a rude awakening.

Dan stands in the middle of the room, his dark clothes a strong contrast to the white tiles, seeming lost and smaller than he is.

It makes it easier for Phil to take on the responsible role. He’s the older one and he’s going to take care of Dan like he always has.

“Undress”, he orders, turning his back on Dan to switch on the water. He turns the tap until he feels it’s warm enough.

Dan hasn’t made another attempt to touch him. There’s something authorative in Phil’s voice that makes him comply to his commands just once.

He doesn’t look at Phil as he slips past him into the shower cabin. His eyes close as he stands beneath the stream of water, but his hands are balled to fists at his sides.

Phil knows he should leave so Dan can take care of himself. But Dan doesn’t make a move, he just leans back against the wall, his feet slipping dangerously on the wet tiles.

Before he can think better of it, Phil has pulled the hoodie over his head and tugged off his pyjama pants, stepping in next to Dan. The cabin is barely large enough for the two of them.

Dan’s eyes flicker open and he stares at Phil, seemingly unbothered by the drops of water running down his face. He glances down at Phil’s lips, but this isn’t supposed to be romantic. All he’s planning to do is give him a hand.

Or a mouth, for that matter.

The tiles are hard and cold against his knees.

He’s unprepared for the noises because he’s almost forgotten about them by now. But the moment his lips close around Dan’s shaft, a deep guttural moan elicits Dan’s throat and his knees buckle, forcing Phil to press his hands against his thighs and hold him up.

He tries to focus on his task, moving up and down steadily. When he pulls off briefly to lap at Dan’s slit, Dan’s fingernails dig into his shoulders and he hisses.

Everything goes smooth until Phil makes the mistake to glance up and finds Dan staring back at him, pupils blown wide and lips pink and bitten. Their gazes lock and Phil feels his heart take a leap.

No feelings, just business, he reminds himself, but then Dan whimpers and his nails scratch Phil’s skin as he tries to get a grip, and Phil’s hands move to his hips, thumbs rubbing gentle circles into the dip above his hipbones. He scoots closer until he’s almost kneeling on Dan’s feet to prevent him from slipping, feeling Dan’s fingers tangle in his hair.

Everything is so familiar and so strange at the same time because it’s been weeks since they’ve done this and it feels way too good for Phil to keep a level head.

He sinks down on him once more before Dan gasps and starts to thrust into his mouth without warning, and Phil pulls away, using one of his hands to work Dan through his orgasm while still holding him up with the other. The running water washes everything down the drain.

Dan’s hands uncramp in his hair and slide to his shoulders as he comes down from his high while Phil stands up carefully. Wordlessly, he reaches for the tab and turns it off.

Dan begins to shiver immediately and Phil steps out of the shower before he can cling to him again, only offering a hand to help Dan get out.

There are towels on the rack next to the door and Phil grabs two, throws one at Dan and wraps the other one around himself, suddenly very aware of his nudity.

Their shower episode has built up an intimacy that tears at the seams of Phil’s heart and he wants to destroy it, but there’s still that other part of him, dominant in moments like these, that makes him turn back to look at Dan.

The younger is shuddering and dripping water onto the floor. He looks even more defenseless now, like an abandoned seal pup with his dark eyes and the white towel around his shoulders.

That soft, hidden part of Phil wants to engulf him in a hug to protect him from the cold, but instead he says harshly, “What are you waiting for? Dry off and go to bed. It must be past twelve already.”

-

Only after he’s slipped into bed Phil realizes he hasn’t gotten dressed again. The thin sheets do a poor job in shielding him from the cold, especially now that his skin is heated up by the shower, but he’s left his pj’s on the bathroom floor and like hell is he going to go back in there.

Just then a ray of light falls in, revealing Dan still wrapped in a towel. He switches off the bathroom light and Phil can hear his feet shuffling closer until he’s towering above him.

There’s a moment of silence in which they regard each other. Phil tries to remember the last time they slept in the same bed. It must have been months ago. He really shouldn’t allow this to happen, not when he knows how much it will hurt to sleep alone again afterwards, but he rolls over to face the wall anyway.

The mattress sinks behind him and a gust of air rustles the covers, but then it’s warm, deliciously warm, and it feels so nice and cozy that Phil can’t help but lean back.

Dan’s chest is pressed against his back, breath grazing his neck, and everything is hot and bold and careful as Phil swallows his doubts and turns around, wrapping his arms around Dan’s shoulders and letting Dan hug him back.

His head is swimming with luck and fatigue, but the latter fades when he feels Dan’s hand graze his tummy and slip beneath the towel. He holds his breath as Dan begins to stroke him, mouth falling open and eye lids drooping because it’s the first time in months that it’s not his own hand.

Dan’s tongue slips into his open mouth, licking the inside of his lip, and Phil moans against him as Dan flicks his thumb over his slit. Heat sprouts in the pit of his stomach.

When Dan slows his movements, Phil lets out an embarrassing whine and curls his hands around Dan’s waist, silently begging him to go on. Dan breaks their kiss, pecking Phil’s lips once more before he ducks under the sheets.

Phil feels his heart pound against his chest, hears the panting of his breath mix with the rustling of the sheets as Dan kisses his way down his stomach, wet touch of swollen lips. He bites softly into the skin on the inside of Phil’s thigh and Phil’s breath hitches, his hands searching for Dan’s head to guide him to where he needs him.

“Please”, he mutters, twining the wet strands of Dan’s hair around his fingers.

Finally, Dan’s lips close around his tip, but only briefly before he kisses the side of Phil’s cock, licks a stripe all the way down to the base. His right hand strokes up Phil’s thigh and curls around his balls.

Phil’s struggling to breathe, his heart beating a mile a minute.

And then Dan takes him in all at once, wet heat engulfing him, that wondrous tongue of his never ceasing to swirl and lick and tease.

It’s so good Phil never wants it to end, but he can feel himself getting closer, so he tugs on Dan’s hair in warning.

But Dan doesn’t pull off, fondling Phil’s balls with one hand and holding his hips down with the other to keep him from bucking up into his mouth as he starts to come. Dan swallows around him, continuing to bob up and down until Phil sinks back, spent and exhausted.

Dan emerges from under the sheets with red swollen lips that he wipes on the back of his hand before he settles in next to Phil, facing him.

Phil’s still working on catching his breath. Dan’s face is close to his, eyes dark and glowing, and Phil just can’t bring himself to care about right and wrong anymore.

He reaches out to stroke Dan’s fringe back and pulls his head against his chest. Dan nuzzles his face into Phil’s neck as their legs entangle sleepily.

Outside their window, people are getting married by accident and losing bets, but inside Dan and Phil are drifting off to sleep, blissful and careless for the moment.

-

The first thing Phil registers upon waking up is warmth.

The sheets have slipped down past his waist, sunlight filters in through the curtains, and someone is pressed up against his front, head on his chest and one arm slung around his torso.

He looks down on Dan who’s sleeping peacefully yet, and wills the precious moment to linger, because as soon as Dan wakes up he’ll shake off Phil’s arms and jump away, and Phil doesn’t think his heart could take that right now.

He can’t resist the opportunity of gently running his hands through Dan’s hair while he lies there holding him close and ponders.

It’s almost like a dream or like a leap back in time a year or two, back to when Dan’s hair was longer and his dimple was deeper, almost permanently carved into his cheek, and he didn’t flinch or look away every time Phil’s hand brushed against his own. Back when Dan would sleep in his bed every night, curled up against him, and when he’d wake up to a warm embrace and a warm smile instead of a cold bed and a cold cup of coffee left lonely on the kitchen table.

The knowledge that this flashback won’t last is ever present in the back of his mind, painfully poking at his heart.

Las Vegas is the city of deceit and defiency, not of content and conciliation.

As if Phil’s thoughts had woken him, Dan stirs in his arms and Phil grows stiff, his breath faltering as he prepares himself.

But Dan doesn’t flinch or even attempt to back off. Instead, miraculously, he inches closer and nestles up to Phil with a languorous sigh.

Then his lips press a “Good morning” into the hollow underneath Phil’s throat, where is pulse is throbbing too quick.

“Good morning," Phil replies, voice coarse from sleep and stuttering in surprise.

Then he remembers something with a jolt and adds, “Happy Birthday.”

He can feel Dan smile against his shoulder.

“Thank you," he whispers.

Their voices remain low and gentle, as if they’re being extra careful, tiptoeing around their newfound truce. It’s flimsy and unexpected, but Phil knows he at least wants to protect it. Who cares that Dan was drunk last night. If he needed alcohol to work up the courage to approach Phil, then so be it.

Phil’s glad he did it. It’s exhausting to always hold a grudge, anyway.

“You still haven’t told me what you wanted," Phil says low.

“I knew you wouldn’t give it to me if I asked for it," Dan mutters, “so I went and got it for myself, last night.”

Phil frowns. “You did?”

Maybe Dan didn’t spend all evening in the hotel lounge like Phil thought he had, but went back into the city on his own. The thought makes Phil uneasy. Las Vegas is not exactly a safe place to walk around alone at night.

But he doesn’t want to risk a fight, so he just asks, “What was it?”

Instead of replying, Dan shimmies up in Phil’s arms until they’re face to face and kisses him sweetly. When he pulls back, Phil stares at him in confusion.

“Thank you, but what was that for?”

A chary smile takes over Dan’s face inch by inch. “That was my answer, you dork.”

Phil’s eyes widen, then he smiles, too.

“That was what you wanted?" he murmurs. “To kiss me?”

Dan laughs shakily and presses his mouth against Phil’s again, just for a second.

“To kiss you and to mean it and to have you kiss me back”, he elaborates.

Phil watches the rash on his jawbone flare up as he speaks, like it does every time he gets worked up.

“I wasn’t as drunk as I led you to believe. I guess that’s cheating, but I want you to know that I have no regrets about last night.”

“I don’t, either," Phil whispers. “It was the best night I’ve had in months.”

Dan’s eyes are wet and he licks his lips before he continues, staring at Phil’s chin as he speaks.

“I know I need to change, and I promise you I will try. I still don’t know really how, though. I just… I’m sorry for how I’ve been towards you. I’d like to say I just needed my own space to think, but that’s crap. I needed you by my side all the time, and yet all I’ve done is pushed you away as if you were part of the problem.”

“It’s okay," Phil says, although they both know it isn’t, but he feels like it needs to be said.

“I haven’t exactly been the perfect example either. I guess we were both just really overchallenged.”

They stay silent for a moment, holding each other close, listening to the city sounds outside.

“Maybe this holiday wasn’t such a bad idea after all," Phil muses. “It might turn out just what we needed. An escape from the cage we’ve built for ourselves.”

Dan nods, leaning his forehead against Phil’s. “It might even offer a solution.”

Phil perks his eyebrows up. “I’m all ears.”

“We could get married and vlog it.”

A barking laugh tumbles off Phil’s lips and he rolls over, extending an arm to punch Dan’s shoulder, who’s curled up on his side, giggling madly. “What? I think it’s a good idea! Spares us the explanations!”

“No, you know what’s a good idea?”

Phil cups Dan’s face in his hands and kisses his smile.

“You and me. Out there in Las Vegas, celebrating the best birthday you’ve ever had, and will ever have.”

Dan raises an eyebrow at him. “Big words, Mr Lester. I’ll expect you to keep that promise.”

“I will. As long as you keep yours.”

“Deal”, Dan mutters after a moment of contemplation, and leans in to seal it with a kiss.

*** this used to be on my ao3 page (softiejace). i’m taking my phan content down from there for personal reasons but reposting it here so people can still enjoy it :) ***

#phanfic #my fic #softiejace #phan fic #phan

[pizzaspirits]

Stalker pt.1 - Joel Pimentel

Warnings : Some bad words, fluff, and kidnapping

words count : 1.5k

A/N : This is my first imagine and English isn't my first language lol

part 2

It's not everyday that I wake up and get to be adoring my boyfriend’s features while he’s laying in front of me. It's not everyday either that I have strange dreams that also make me satisfied.

"You staring at me." Joel rubbed his eyes.

"Oh well, i can't help but gazing at my oh-so-beautiful-boyfriend." I answered with a wide smile. Joel rolled his eyes and began laughing. "Okay...tell me, what is it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Y/n, I’ve known you for such a long time, we’ve been dating for almost a year now, so I know very well that you have something on your mind right now. So, what is it?" Joel acknowledged. Yeah Joel and I had been dating for almost a year now. Of course we barely meet due his busy schedules, and he’s always surrounded by hot girls, plus Richard said something about how hard is it to have a love life, but we made it anyway.

"Nothing." I burst, setting my blanket over my side.

"y/n..." Joel looking up with his sleepy eyes.

"Okay okay, but promise me you wont laughing, deal?" He chuckled and nodded his head. I take a deep breath.

"So last night i dreamt we were on some vacation. We were laughing, you seemed very happy. Our hands intertwined, walking on the side of the ocean. And then, there's a little boy running up come to us, your smile grew bigger than before. The little boy looked so much like you. You’re looking at me, and out of nowhere, you said He's our son." Looking down, I'm expect him to laughing, but when I look up at him, Joel just staring at me, there's nothing word come up from his mouth. Oh no...did I just fuck up things again? "It's a stupid dream, I know, let's grab some breakfast shall we?" I burst. Just when I want to get up from the bed, he took my hand.

"Soon, we'll live that dream, I promise y/n." Joel stated, It really shocked me hearing that come from him. He's kidding! Right? I never thought Joel, THE Joel Pimentel, would indirectly propose and imply a future together.

"You know...you’re really cute when you’re asleep." I changed the topic because I know we were rambling about something crazy, or maybe I’m just nervous.

"And you're gorgeous, nothing is going to change my opinion of you." He kissed the top of my head, my cheeks, my nose, and finally my lips then walked out of the bedroom leaving me alone. I can't help but crack a smile.

-

"Do you have to go now? Can you stay a little longer, please?" I hugged him so tight, it feels like if I let him go, I'll lose him forever.

"Amor, you know I want to do that, you know very well I really do, but the boys-"

"Yeah, sorry, I understand that." I smile and looking down. Joel take my chin up and his eyes fell on my lips then he put his lips on mine. I pulled him close to me, draping my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. He pulled back and when I open my eyes, I see Joel smiling down at me, making me blushing.

"I love you amor, more than anything." Joel said still smiling.

"I love you too." I watch my boyfriend walked out of my house. There is something I haven't told Joel yet. For the past few days, I’ve seen a man across my house a couple times. Maybe just a coincidence, but after a while, I saw him again when I went to my friends house, or when I went shopping. It’s really creeping me out. I’ve told my friends about this, maybe it's a stalker...they said I should be careful and should've told Joel about this. I choose not to, maybe I'll tell him later.

-

"Y/N!" yelled my friend Kira from my room. "We have to leave in like five minutes!"

I sighed and pulled my hair away from my face, getting up from where I had been sitting on the floor. Kira is my best friend. She is annoying, silly, and absolutely awesome in her own way.

"I'm coming!" I yelled back. I was taking so long because I was looking for my necklace, the one with music note that Joel had given to me. I put on the final coat of nude lipgloss and came out of my bathroom.

Tonight one of my friends was throwing a party since his parents weren’t going to be home for a while.

"So," I asked, turning in a circle, "what do you think?"

She squealed and clapped her hands, "You look totes amaze! Joel missing something gorgeous tonight." I rolled my eyes and laughed, we both began walking downstairs.

I wore a simple black dress that showed the curves of my body. I grabbed my purse from the kitchen table and go out to follow Kira to the car.

I opened the car door, and just before I get in the car, I see someone behind the bushes, or maybe that's what I thought I saw. I chose to ignore it and get in the car.

-

The party was really great and I really had a lot of fun. Me and Kira decided to go home after 11 pm. After 30 minutes of driving and listening to Kira about the boy she just hooked up with, we finally arrived at my house.

"You sure you don't want to sleepover and sober up here to get home later?" I ask

"Yup, I promised my mom I’d come home before 11, it’s kinda late now but I still gotta go home so..."

"Mkay, bye" I answered as I walk out from the car, Kira just honking the car and then drive away.

I look in my bag trying to find the key then unlocked the door. I throw my purse to the nearest couch then closed the door with my foot.

I walked to the kitchen while texting Joel. He said he's in London now and is going to Mexico in few hours after doing an interview. I then grabbed a glass full of water and drank it, Joel always reminds me to drink more water to keep hydrated.

As I walked to my room, I hear a man's voice say "You look prettier when we’re closer together." I jump and turn around giving him a surprised and terrified look.

A man, around 30 years old is there. He's tall, wearing black hoodie, just like the man who I thought was stalking me. He's smirking at me and I'm panicking. How did he get into my house?

"Cat got your tongue, babe?" the man wondered.

"W-who are you? How the fuck did you get into my house?!"

"Shh, you really should watch your words. It doesn't matter anyway." He said while walking towards me. I keep backing until my back hit the wall.

"What do you want?" I questioned, still shaking. Now he's laughing, and it’s terrifying me more.

"You're so beautiful, apparently I'm not the only one who thinks that." I gulped. "Ever since you started dating that boy from the TV, you seem a lot happier than before, and I hate that. Are you happy with him? DOES HE MAKES YOU HAPPY?!" He growled. I flinch in fear. I tried to take my phone out of my pocket but he sees that. He grabs my hand then throws my phone against the wall. I'm screaming but he quickly covers my mouth with his hand.

"You really are bad girl tonight, aren’t you? Let's get you someplace else, not here." I felt tears sting my eyes and blurring my vision. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. "No!" I cried and banged on his back. I saw that he was leading me towards a car, his car I assume. "No! Don't! Please!" I keep screaming, hoping someone will hear me.

He opened the back doors where the windows are tinted, easily throwing me in. I landed on my back. I turned to look at the door in front of me and moved up, trying to open it. I heard him chuckle, "Child safety locks are really help me out a lot now." Tears run down my cheeks even more.

"Don't cry babygirl, your lovely boyfriend won't come quickly considering he's far away from us now. Tell me, is he even going to know that you're missing?" With that, he closed the door and started laughing. He began to drive away, taking me to God knows where.

A/N : THANK YOU FOR THESE BABIES @joelitoavocado @zabdisamor @aaanaiddd @smoljoelito FOR HELPING ME, YOU'RE ALL THE BEST ❤️❤️😭

#joel pimentel #cnco #cncowners #cnco imagine #imagine #zabdiel de jesus #erick brian colon #christopher velez #richard camacho #que quienes somos #fluff #joel #joel pimentel dé leon

[kentuckywrites]

Meeting Arkus

After stopping in a tavern during their travels, Nym and Mira encounter Arkus, a human wizard who's in need of a good conversation. oops it’s more OC stuff, sorry about that :’D

The tavern was busy, filled to the brim with travelers and residents alike who shared the same goal of getting wasted and having fun. Nym and Mira were lucky to snag an empty table to themselves just before the party hit its peak, and even luckier to wave down a barmaid to take their orders for dinner. They had to repeat their orders a few times so she could hear; poor thing was deafened by the noise, which gave Nym the impression that the chaos was normal. Once the barmaid walked back into the crowd, Mira propped his feet up on the table, leaning back in his chair. This was a dangerous position, especially when they were both surrounded by drunkards with no sense of personal space.

“You starting to regret this decision?” Mira said, a knowing smirk on his face.

Nym rolled her eyes, perching her elbows on the table and leaning her head into her hands. Her finger messed with a loose strand of hair that had made its way in front of her ear. “Better than dead silence. Besides, this party won’t last long.”

“How do you know?”

“Town curfew posted outside. Don’t tell me you missed it.”

“Shit, I must’ve. What time?”

“11 PM.”

Mira’s left ear twitched as someone walked past, their mug of ale coming dangerously close to spilling all over him. “Just over an hour left for these fuckers to get sober and walk home then.”

“Will you be okay?” Nym asked, “I know this isn’t really your scene -”

“I can take it,” Mira responded quickly, “I’m not happy about it, but it’s a nice fucking tavern, and I’d rather stay here and wait this out than go to some slum down the street. Plus, not everyone here looks to be drunk off their asses, so maybe we’ll get some good conversations going.”

“Maybe!” She said, starting to look around for those alleged sober townsfolk. Some of them were elves, some were halflings, some dwarves. The latter two races of people were likely causing the majority of the chaos in the tavern, but that didn’t mean the elves weren’t just as drunk. They had their own ways of drinking too much, it just involved old fancy wine and a couple of good conversations, maybe an elven greeting or two. She knew Mira hated it all, but Nym was more than willing to party with the dwarves and halflings, who were always much better company than elves in a party.

In her field of view was the bar counter, where a few people sat at the stools hunched over the counter, most with drinks in their hands and a few begging for more. One of the figures caught her eye, a man hiding underneath a wide brimmed and pointy hat, cradling a mug in his hands, either sober or depressed or both. That on its own wasn’t enough to draw her gaze, but the fact that there were several books strapped to his belts did. He was a magic user, and a studious one at that. What would someone like him be doing at a bar like this?

“Might’ve found one of your good conversations,” Nym pointed to the man, unafraid of being watched or called out considering no one was paying attention to them, and even if they were, they’d forget by the next morning. 

Mira put his feet back on the ground so he could twist around and see who Nym was pointing to. “The wizard?”

“That’s the one.”

Mira paused, taking in the man’s appearance. “Eh, could be better, could be worse. He looks like he’ll ramble your ear off about books.”

“And that’s a problem for you, Mr. Fantasy Book Collector?”

“Being a fan of fantasy books isn’t the same as being a fan of encyclopedias and dictionaries.”

Nym shrugged. “Fair enough. I take dibs, then, and I’ll let you know how interesting he makes those encyclopedias and dictionaries sound.”

Mira mumbled something about a death sentence as Nym got up, pushing her chair in and staying ahead of a small group making their way to the bar with her. The seats next to the wizard were taken, but there was enough space in between them that Nym was able to stand, folding her arms on the table as she peered over his shoulder. Surprisingly, the wizard didn’t take note of her, not at first. Up close, Nym saw that his hat was hiding normal rounded ears and a face covered in dark ginger stubble. A human, and a rugged one by the looks of things. A human, carrying books and wearing a wizard hat. The conclusions wrote themselves.

“You look bored out of your mind,” Nym said, prompting him to look her way. 

He adjusted his hat so it wasn’t covering his entire face, but kept one arm propped up on the counter next to his drink. She’d been right about him being sober, though she hadn’t expected him to look as depressed either. He had eyebags under his eyes like Mira, though they weren’t nearly as dark. His eyes told the story of someone who hadn’t ended up in this tavern by choice, but who was grateful for some company. 

“Drunkards can make for amusing company, but their antics quickly become boring,” The wizard said.

“Amen to that. I hope you don’t judge me too harshly for ordering a mug of whatever you’re having.”

“It’s cinnamon whiskey. And I couldn’t judge a stranger for wanting a mug or two, just not to the point of getting shitfaced.”

“Yeah, getting constantly shitfaced wasn’t fun while it lasted, but at least now I’ve got a reason to stay out of that.”

“Like what?”

“My friend over there hates alcohol. I couldn’t drink near him even if I wanted to, otherwise he’d hang me by my belts.”

The wizard’s interest piqued at the mention of a friend. “And yet you came over here for a drink? What would he think?”

“He won’t see it, so it doesn’t matter,” Nym waved down the bartender, an elven woman of an elegant air who was cleaning a glass in her hands as she approached. She’d lied through her teeth about Mira not seeing her with a drink, but she knew that he’d be too tired tonight to chew her out for it. “I’ll have a shot of cinnamon whiskey.”

“Coming right up. That’ll be two sentrens.”

Nym dug around in her bag for a second before placing a gilleon on the table, which the bartender took with a thankful smile. Turning her attention back to the wizard, she held out her hand to shake. “The name’s Nymphadere, but you can call me Nym.”

“Arkus,” The wizard shook her hand with a firm grasp, “What would happen if I called you by your full name instead?”

“You’ll get tired of it eventually,” She told him, “All elven names are too long and fancy for their own good.”

“What about your friend? What’s his name?” Arkus asked, turning his body fully towards her.

Nym looked over her shoulder towards Mira, who was watching the two of them behind half closed eyelids. She gave a quick wink his way before turning back to Arkus. “His name’s Miranorin, but he goes by Mira for short. Same deal with the long and fancy names.”

“Something tells me that you’re not a fan of anything fancy,” Arkus commented with a half grin, “I’ll admit, I’ve never met an elf like you before.”

“You’d be hard pressed to find any elves like us out there,” She said, “Sometimes it feels like we’re the only two elves in the world who curse on a regular basis and prank people just for shits and giggles.”

“And sometimes it feels like I’m the only human in the world who has a decent grasp and understanding of the arcane. Guess we have that in common.”

“You know magic?”

“That’s an understatement. I’ve been studying it since I was little, and I can proudly say I know it better than most.”

“Well shit, you’re a living miracle then,” Nym joked, trying to ease over how dark Arkus’s eyes became at that comment, “Must be nice. Mira and I might be elves, but neither of us are too keen on the magic scene.”

“Really?” Arkus said, “I thought magic came more naturally to elves.”

“I bet it could if either of us decided to use it,” She replied, “But in my opinion, there’s nothing magic can do better than having a good dagger and some street skills.”

The bartender came over with the mug of cinnamon whiskey for Nym, setting it down on the bar in front of her. Nym gave her a nod and a wink before she walked off to tend to other drunkards. 

“So then, Arkus, what brings you to a place like this?” She dared to ask as she took a swig of the drink, flinching slightly as the alcohol burned down her throat. It was a sensation she’d been used to before, but after so long, the taste felt foreign. 

Arkus leaned forward, adjusting his hat. “I’m passing through. There’s a college of magic a few cities over that I’ve been hoping to reach in the next week.”

“Ilimaris?” Nym asked, “That’s one of the most prestigious colleges on the eastern coast.”

“You said it yourself, I’m a living miracle. They asked me whether or not I’d like to take up an assistant teaching position there. How could I decline?”

“I’d decline if the pay was shit.”

“Luckily it isn’t, and even if it was, I’d still wish to take the job.” He took a sip from his mug, and when he set it down, he gave Nym a grin. “So what about yourself? Do you live here with your friend, Miranorin?”

“Gods above, no,” Nym chuckled, “We’re just passing through. We’re going up north towards Waveheist.”

“Waveheist, hm?” He hummed to himself, “I hear there are a great many clerics and priests there.”

“Yeah, but there’s more up there than that.”

“Like what?”

“Waveheist has the prettiest festivals. Those clerics and priests go apeshit for a good holiday.”

Arkus laughed at that. “Right, the Day of Red Stings is coming up at the end of the month, isn’t it? I imagine there will be a bigger celebration than normal.”

“Why’s that?” Nym knew the answer, and her heart beat harder under her armor just thinking about it.

“Fate’s Chosen, of course,” He said, “I’ve read all about it. There’s a great deal of talk about how the Fate’s Chosen now walks amongst us. I can only dream of how wonderful it is to be handpicked by a god to deliver their message to the mortal plane.”

Nym raised an eyebrow. “You’d actually like to have a god take away all control of your life just so they can use you as a vessel? That sounds awful to me.”

“The gods wouldn’t be so cruel as to erase you from your own body,” Arkus said with a firm knowledge, “It’s always sounded like becoming a cleric, simply with extra benefits. It’s no wonder that the clerics and priests are enamored with the tale, especially those associated with the Fates.”

“Agree to disagree, then,” Nym shrugged, “Either way, sounds like you know your stuff.”

“The gods have always fascinated me, especially their decisions to lend mortals their power,” He said, “The Fate’s Chosen is unlike any blessing I’ve researched. If I wasn’t so bent on my arcane studies, I’d likely ask to join you in your journey to Waveheist so I could learn more about the Fates.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“How so?”

“You wouldn’t want to travel with a complete asshole, would you? The sentiment means I’ve been good company in this short time.” Nym finished her drink off, wiping her mouth with her wrist. She noticed that some of her lipstick smeared off onto her hand and was promptly surprised that she was still wearing any at all. Pushing the mug to the side, she leaned in, a spark of an idea igniting inside. “You know, we’d hit Ilimaris if we continued on our path up north. You wanna travel with us for a bit? Travelling in groups is always more fun.”

“I’d say it’s more safe than fun, but as long as you and Miranorin don’t mind terribly, I’d love to continue our conversations on the road,” Arkus grinned, finishing his own drink. His hat almost tipped over and fell off, but he caught it quickly, keeping it on his own head. “Of course, I’d only be ready to travel in the morning. I’m afraid I’m quite exhausted and would like to rest up a bit tonight.”

“Why would we mind that?” Nym said, “We elves need sleep too, and after the shit we went through today, I need it more than ever. If you’re planning on retiring for the night though, maybe I could introduce you to Mira first? Just so we don’t give him a shock in the morning.”

“I thought you liked to prank people for shits and giggles?”

“I’m in a good mood, and he’s been through enough today as it is. C’mon, he’s over here.”

Nym got up, taking Arkus’s hand and dragging him along. The crowd had thinned out considerably, which she’d noticed during their conversation. Likely a good few of the people who left were intent on getting inside before the curfew. Mira wasn’t exactly hard to spot, being an elf with unusually long ears and a short purple cape. He spotted them approaching out of the corner of his eye, but pretended he didn’t. She sighed to herself. The idiot was probably trying to act cooler than he actually was.

“Right, so Arkus, this is Mira.” Nym introduced the two to each other, prompting Mira to wave one of his ears with a loose smirk. Arkus blinked once before offering his hand to shake.

“It’s a pleasure to meet a friend of Nymphadere,” Arkus said.

“It’s a pleasure to be a friend of Nymphadere,” Mira put a strange emphasis on saying Nym’s full name, a mockery of how Arkus said it that immediately made him uncomfortable. “The name’s Mira.”

“Would you mind terribly if I called you by your full name?”

“Awful polite of you to ask, but if you do that means I’m gonna call you by your full name too.”

“My name is short and sweet. Arkus.”

Mira scoffed, standing up. Nym noticed that, if Arkus hadn’t been wearing the hat, they would’ve been nearly equal in height. “You’ve got a last name, don’t you?”

“Oh. Well, yes, my last name is Payne.”

“Wasn’t that hard, was it, Arkus Payne?” Mira said, “Anyways, thanks for keeping Nym company, I guess.”

“Actually, do you mind if he travels with us tomorrow?” Nym put in, “He’s heading for Ilimaris, and that’s on the way to Waveheist.”

Mira looked between Arkus and Nym once, twice, three times before sighing. “Yeah, sure, why not. Could be useful, having a magic-user on the road with us for a bit.”

“How did you know I was a magic-user?” Arkus asked.

“You’re wearing the derpiest wizard hat I’ve ever seen and have books attached to your belts. Forgive me for making assumptions, but if you weren’t a wizard, I’d be surprised.”

Arkus chuckled, amused at Mira’s response. “I can tell I’ll enjoy your company as much as I’ve enjoyed Nym’s. You’re clearly cut from the same cloth.”

“You’ll have all the time in the world to get to know us better once we’re on the road tomorrow,” Nym said, “For now, let’s get our rooms, Mira, and we’ll see you in the morning.”

“Of course. I assume we’ll meet in here for some breakfast before we depart?”

“Hell yeah,” Mira grinned widely, “See you tomorrow, Arkus Payne.”

Arkus turned to leave and bid them goodbye. Nym caught him winking at them both before he headed up the stairs to the tavern’s rooms. Nym sat down with Mira, the chair making more noise than she anticipated. The noise from her first time sitting down was probably drowned out by the partygoers, she realized.

“For the record, he didn’t talk about dictionaries and encyclopedias,” Nym smirked, leaning her cheek into the palm of her hand. “He said you were cute at one point, though.”

Even though she had lied about Arkus’s comment, and even though she told Arkus that she wasn’t going to prank Mira tonight, it was still too much fun seeing his reaction to what she’d said. His ears twitched upwards in a moment of temporary surprise. He grumbled something to himself as he slid further down his chair, his face turning light pink. Nym giggled at the sight.

“You’ll have time to flirt with him tomorrow, Miranorin, now let’s go get our rooms.”

#Meeting Arkus: Short Story #original writing #ocs #I just wanted to get a handle on nym and arkus #they're both new ocs so ah #sorry if this is choppy at all #but i had fun and that's what matters right? :'D

[artificialqueens]

living ultralife (Branjie) - Holzmanns

A/N: This fic uses male pronouns for Brooke and female pronouns for Vanessa for ease of reading more than anything else, though it is still a M/M fic. Thank you all so, so much for feedback on my last fic, I appreciate it more than you know.

6:03 pm | Jose: Get your ass over here!!

6:04 pm | Brock: Miss me already? It’s only been two weeks.

6:05 pm | Jose: Shut up, you miss me too. And it’s two weeks too long lol

6:05 pm | Brock: You’re not wrong about that.

6:06 pm | Jose: Which one??

6:07 pm | Brock: Both. Wednesday can’t come fast enough.

Brooke smiles at his phone, before placing it down gently on the table. He grabs his lash glue to put the final touches on his makeup. He’s ready almost an hour before his call time for the Saturday night gig, discipline from years of ballet touring rendering him unable to leave preparations to the last minute.

The local queens bustle around him in the communal dressing room in various states of undress, tugging on pairs upon pairs of tights and bantering over his head with one another. They’re all friendly enough to him - they are in every bar - but he knows that most of them are regarding him with a wary eye. He can’t blame them; he used to be one of them too – watching the RuGirls swoop in for gigs and electrify the crowd while wondering how on earth they made the cut for the show, what they had that he hadn’t.

He’s reached the goal that he’s been striving for for the past four years after auditioning over and over again, finally hearing “Congratulations, you’re on season 11” over a crackly phone call from a producer who probably knew exactly how much he just changed his life. Brooke is now one of the so-called lucky ones who fly around the country for gigs in every city and town, living out of a suitcase and catching up on sleep in airport departure lounges. Brooke’s grateful: aware of his luck and the novelty of people knowing his name before he even has to introduce himself. How his career opportunities have skyrocketed.

The nomadic lifestyle, however, leaves things to be desired. He misses his cats. They’re safe; he’s lucky to have friends in Nashville with no hesitation about taking them in while he’s away, but he misses their purring when he’d wake up in the mornings and the way they’d always try to grab a bite of his food.

Brooke also misses Vanessa.

It had been nice, after filming was over. They had felt like they had all the time in the world, with no cameras being shoved in their faces and no wayward producers dragging them over to film confessionals about the other. The months had been filled with visits upon visits to LA, Vanessa coming to Nashville (he showed her all of his favourite things in the city and introduced her to all of his favourite people and she truly, truly became a part of him), and a trip to Toronto where he showed her a past that not many others had been privy to.

The cast announcement had changed things. His Instagram followers shot up at the speed of light, his manager suddenly juggling requests for interviews and bookings across the country. It’s why they decided to take a break, knowing that they wouldn’t be able to keep their relationship the way it had been over the past, blissful six months after filming.

Vanessa is used to the grind from the previous season, after all, but it’s new for Brooke. It would only be wise to focus on their careers when the window of opportunity was the biggest as their season aired. Or at least, that’s what they had told themselves a few months prior. It didn’t last.

They had both pined for longer than either of them wanted to admit, avoiding talking about their feelings and how much they missed each other. And then he had gotten a drunken FaceTime call from Vanessa, punctuated with I’m sorry and can we please try again p l e a s e (the only parts he still remembers from the conversation, his heart had been beating too loud to hear the rest) and everything had changed.

It has been okay so far, pretty much how Brooke had expected it to be. He misses her just the same as he did when they took a break, still feels her absence and a tug in his chest every time he thinks about her, but now he can talk to her again. They’re not absurdly avoiding each other in the way that they had started to when neither of them wanted to say how they felt about the situation.

His phone dings with another message from Vanessa, a mirror selfie before she begins to paint for her own gig later in the evening. Brooke can’t help the smile on his face as he sends her a string of emojis in reply (something he never used to use in his texts before her).

Vanessa is one time zone and two flights away from Brooke, in LA for a week while he’s in Edmonton. Or is it Calgary? The cities are already beginning to blend together for him, despite touring only for a few months.                                           

He hosted the viewing party at Roscoe’s stone cold sober a few days prior so that he could hold things back and be intentionally vague – unlike drunk him, who spilled too much information at all the wrong times. He told the crowd that he wasn’t going to see her for a few weeks, which isn’t quite a lie. He really is going to see her in three weeks – except, he’s also going to see her way before that, too.

Brooke has a flight booked for Nashville the next day, to decompress for a few days at home and to switch out both boy and drag outfits before travelling again. His plan after that is to fly to LA on Wednesday for a gig, and more importantly to see her. He’s been counting down the days (now four to go) until LA for the last week and wonders why on earth he’s planned on stopping in Nashville in the first place.

The idea comes to him as he’s gluing down his lace. Why does he have to stop in Nashville?

He texts Courtney, his part-time assistant and full-time friend, to ask if there was maybe, possibly, some way he could switch his flight. He braces for her reply.

She calls him back in a matter of seconds. “You want to what?!”

“I know, I know! It’s last minute-“

“Yeah, no shit-“

“I just have some things to do in LA, that’s all.”

Brooke can hear Courtney’s snort on the other end of the line. “Oh, I know exactly what you want to do. Or who.”

“Shut up.” He hangs up the phone grinning, knowing that despite her teasing she’ll try to work something out.

The rational part of his brain is wondering about flight ticket cancellation fees, ungodly layovers, and being stuck with his current clothes for another few weeks, but the rambling thoughts are being overshadowed by the idea of seeing Vanessa earlier than planned. Should he surprise her? Should he call her now? God, he’s tempted, he wants to hear her reaction to the idea right this second.

He decides against it. He’d rather see that reaction in person.

Courtney pulls through as she always does, cancelling his Nashville ticket and instead managing to book him on a flight to LA for early Sunday morning by the time his gig is over for the night.

“You have to head to the airport in three hours,” she says. “You won’t get any sleep but it was the only one with seats still available. You’re welcome.”

Brooke is practically giddy when going through the security lines, despite the early hour and disgruntled travellers around him. He sends Vanessa a good morning text as he boards, knowing she won’t read it until she wakes up in another few hours, but wanting to message her before he’s in the air nonetheless.

Brooke is used to plane rides. He takes Xanax for the long ones, and sleeps or watches Netflix for the rest. His current three and a half hour journey to LA, while shorter and spread over two flights, feels endless in comparison. His leg bounces up and down and he’s drawn a glare from his seatmate once already.

The Uber from the airport to Vanessa’s place feels just as long. The LA traffic makes him feel as if he could walk through the gridlock and still get there faster. The lack of sleep is catching up to him and his head falls slack against the car window more than once.

His exhaustion fades when he finally, finally reaches her apartment. The Uber driver is nice, taking pity on Brooke and helping him bring his suitcases to the building’s elevator. He lugs his bags to Vanessa’s front door on his own, and has to catch his breath ever so slightly before knocking.

“Coming, coming!”

Brooke can hear her gravelly voice on the other side getting closer, and he is unable to suppress his grin when it is followed by the sound of tripping and a slight oof.   

“Damn I need to clean, now who the fuck is knocking so early on a Sunday-“

The door swings open and he’s face to face with Vanessa, whose bleary eyes size him up and take a second to register-

“What are you doing here!” Her hug is crushing his ribs and he doesn’t care, he’s here and she’s here and in his arms and all the travelling was worth it. “I’m so happy, what the hell Brock, come here.“

She pulls him down for a kiss, one that doesn’t last long because their grins get in the way. When they pull back Vanessa’s eyes are sparkling and she runs her hands over his arms, his chest, his cheek, his hair, like she can’t believe that he’s standing in front of her. In all honesty, neither can he.

“Surprise?” Brooke offers, and Vanessa cracks up, pulling him in for another hug. He swears that he hears a contented sigh when he kisses the top of her head.

“What happened to stopping in Nashville for a few days?”

The hug and his jacket muffle her voice. He shrugs, as much as he can in their current position.

“I couldn’t wait until Wednesday.”

It’s the truth. How could he when they both have days off? All time that he can spend with her. He feels like he’d be able to be in her company forever and not tire of it, never wanting to stop hearing her laugh and ramblings and everything else that comes out of her mouth. He doesn’t ever want to stop being able to pull her close and hug her and kiss her, being able to relish in the feeling of how perfectly they fit together.

After all, he’s tried once. They’ve tried once. It didn’t work. He never wants to try it again.

“You look beat,” she says when she looks up at him, her own sleepy eyes roaming over his face.

Brooke can feel the exhaustion of the journey starting to hit his system now that he’s made it, now that he’s with her.

“My flight was at five.”

She shakes her head incredulously. “When did you plan this?”

“…Last night.”

“You’re absolutely batshit, you know that? I love it.” Vanessa reaches on her tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek when he protests that statement, then tugs on his hand. “C’mon.”

She helps him bring his suitcases inside. Brooke closes the door, then tilts her face up with two fingers under her chin. His lips are on hers and his heart is going to burst. He feels like he’s home and it’s like he never left, like he has forever to go with her.

Vanessa tugs the jacket off of Brooke’s shoulders, leaving it on top of the pile of suitcases. She grabs his hand and pulls him to her room, which is now becoming as familiar to him as his own. He has a nook for his clothes in her closet, a toothbrush by the sink and he never thought that he’d have this, that he’d want this but it feels so right and perfect. She’s right and perfect.

She goes to her dresser and tosses him a pair of shorts that he gratefully changes into (why did he wear jeans for his flight this morning?), and he tugs off his shirt for good measure. It’s still early in the morning, and by her stifled yawn he can tell that she’s on the same wavelength as he is. Everything else can wait.

Vanessa pulls him to the bed, and he climbs under the covers on his side (he has a side, he’s never had a side in someone’s bed before her) like it’s second nature. She curls into him as easy as breathing, her warm body pressing into his and making him feel like he’s defrosting on the inside. Her head rests against his chest and his arms wrap around her, as if letting go of her means that he won’t be here anymore.

Her fingers tracing up his sides and the lingering smell of her cologne help to ground him, to remind him that he is really here.

“I missed you.” It’s a whisper. She’s quiet when she’s feeling soft and sentimental, something he’s grown to understand.

He holds her impossibly tighter. “I missed you, too.”

Brooke doesn’t know if Vanessa has heard him. Her breathing is already beginning to slow down and her fingers are stilling as she drifts off. He doesn’t mind. They have days in front of them, and he can tell it to her as many times as she wants to hear it. And that she’s truly a part of him now, in his veins and his mind all the time and there’s no way that he can get her out. Not that he ever wants to.

He’s criss-crossed the continent over the last few months, travelled from city to city. As he lies in bed with Vanessa and feels the rise and fall of her chest as his own body succumbs to sleep, he discovers that he’s already found his favourite place in the world – and it’s with her.

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #fluff #canon compliant #submission #holtzmanns

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a new year’s resolution | qian kun

summary: where you go out with friends to welcome in the new year, but you never expected to welcome something - or rather, someone - else.

pairing: qian kun x reader

word count: 3.3k/3365 words

genre: fluff. just fluff. pure fluff

format: dot points (still not experienced enough yet :|)

warnings: none unless mild to moderate swearing and total drunks aren’t your thing (also not edited oh dear) (and ooc kun cuz i suck at this ok)

author’s note: tHIS WAS MEANT TO BE FINISHED LAST WEEK BUT STUFF CAME UP SO IT’S HELLA LATE AAA but anyway at first i wasn’t entirely sure what member to write about, but then i remembered how sm didn’t even release a happy birthday post to kun (jan 1). so i thought that i can dedicate this to kun. happy (extremely belated) birthday to the butter-for-our-ears vocalist, angel and mum, kun! (also y/f/n means your friend’s name)

EDIT: just realised there was a whole section missing (i realised after a month because i didn’t want to read back on this - thing - until now) and without it the oneshot didn’t flow, so i added it in. hope it all clears things up!

11:19 pm

before this story starts imma explain sum stuff

first of all: bless kun

second of all: appreciate kun

third of all: say happy birthday to kun

oh and this is an au where the nct members aren’t idols so don’t expect to see saesangs or fans with their cameras out taking a photo of every move they make being mentioned in here

aaand i’m rambling so with that out of the way lez go

laughing at a friend’s joke, you lifted your right hand which held your phone, causing the screen to turn on

“gEEz okay then”

the bright, white light emitted from it shocked your eyes, making you blink furiously

when you could finally see without being partially blinded, you quickly checked the time and placed your phone face-down next to you

“what’s the time?” y/f/n asked, chin on your shoulder

not bothered to check again, you just say “11:19” and then leaned your head on theirs

“can you believe that 2018 is ending?”

“yep. this year sucked for me so i’m down for it to end”

“always looking forward, huh?”

you shifted your gaze from the city skyline to your friend. “have to. can’t afford to stick to the past”

pouting, y/f/n was about to respond when you lifted your head and stopped leaning back on your arms to sit upright

“besides, we gotta enjoy tonight, instead of moping around.” here, you noticed your friend eyeing the beers nearby you and sighed heavily. guess i need to be chaperone for the night

well considering that the rest of your friends and their friends were wasted might as well make sure they don’t mess the docks up

as you handed the bottle to your friend, their expression brightened as they snatched it from you

well damn aren’t they excited to get drunk

wait it’s not even 11:30 yet and we’re still going to a bar nearby after the fireworks wat

“er, shouldn’t you wait till after midnight to drink?”

“nah m8 tis the best time to have some”

(i have just realised that the vibe of this went from serious storytelling to a memey laidback sorta thing damn it)

(oh well i’ll roll with it)

not knowing what to do now that there wasn’t much to talk about, you brought out your earphones and decided to listen to some music to pass the time

calming music, such as a song with nine glorious men singing and some bed squeaking in the background

(i’ll let you guess what song i’m talking about)

you let your head bop to the song as you looked out to the sea port twenty metres in front of you, watching the dark waters ripple

11:48 pm

the next time you turned on your phone to see how many minutes left you had become a third wheeler

quite the strong third wheeler might i add

a few moments after the first song you were listening to finished, your good friend yuta had joined you and y/f/n because his other friends were “too rowdy”

but as soon as he saw the bottles he said “gimme”

so you were sitting there (barbecue sauce on my-) with two just barely sober adults acting like complete children

you had to wrestle out of y/f/n’s koala hug around your waist and escape yuta’s chin noogie to grab your phone

“oh for fuck’s sake” father why have you foresaken me

when you finished preparing yourself for another possible 27 minutes of torture, you turned around to see yuta and y/f/n throwing themselves at each other, singing like magpies

“wE wIsh yOU A mErrY chrIstmAsssss aNd a hAppY nEw yeeeEeAArr!!1!” they then took the opportunity to laugh, squeal and kiss the hecc out of each other’s cheeks

you knew that your friend was absolute shit at singing, but yuta was a whole different story good lord

you thought he was good???

maybe just when he hasn’t had a few drinks

you stared at the two dolphins then promptly stood up and sat down behind them because you had to make sure they didn’t do anything more than whatever the hell this was

not like it could get any worse

you could feel the gazes of pity the others were sending you, but frankly you didn’t care

before, you couldn’t wait for the new year to come, but now you were more eager than ever

someone please save my poor soul

11:59 pm

“yEEEE BOI a minute left!”

eleven minutes have passed and the final 60 seconds of the year were being counted down

you were less excited for the new year and more excited for the end of your chaperoning being closer

all you had to do was get through the firework display, watch the adorable couple in front of you until the bar and let them do what they want (there were sure to be other friends who were willing to let them join in)

it seemed like a simple, solid plan! :D

before you knew it, yuta and y/f/n had already started counting down from 15, so might as well start now

“13, 12, 11, 10...”

you took a glance at y/f/n, who grinned back at you and threw their arm around your shoulder

“7, 6, 5, 4, 3...” here we go

“1 - happy new year!!”

it was at this moment you realised that your eardrums were incapable of tolerating the two dolphins beside you

sINCE WHEN WAS YUTA ABLE TO SCREAM THAT LOUD AND HIGH THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE

yay to starting the new year with loud friends screaming like there’s no tomorrow amiright

you had trouble focusing on the fireworks to the point you could only hear most of the big ones

that’s how hard it was to be next to them but oh well

marvelling at the city skyline, the fireworks seeming like entirely new stars, you began having very deep thoughts

the typical ones, such as “ what will 2019 bring?”, “what will i be like by the end of the year?” and “will i be happy with someone?”

you had asked the exact same things when 2017 shifted to 2018 and found that you actually had an answer for all of them

2018 brought some crappy stuff but also some good stuff to balance that out

you were still sort of the same, because every time something major came up you only changed a bit then went back to normal

and you weren’t with anyone yet, which you had expected

but a little birdy on your shoulder said, “then get with someone in 2019! make it a new year’s resolution!”

your eyebrows furrowed at the thought, but you decided to focus on the sky for now

because since when did you ever make or follow new year’s resolutions?

12:16 am

“12:16 okay then”

turns out you didn’t consider the walk to the bar part of your chaperoning

by the time the display ended, yuta and y/f/n could walk, but not without wobbling and intense laughter

so guess who had to make sure they could at least make the trip to the bar?

“um, are you sure you don’t want to go home yet?” 

“nah, i caan’t, my sister was meaant to be at home-!”- y/f/n stumbled a bit but you caught them before they fell - “-but she’s not, and i can’t beeee home by myselfff”

no wonder

here, you were struggling to keep the both of them propped up as you walked along the road, so there was bound to be a slip up

“you should’ve seen their face! haHA-!” yuta laughed a little too hard and nearly fell over his own feet, prompting you to panic and scramble to keep him from falling to the ground

“oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit-!”

but you didn’t need to because someone else already beat you to it!

sighing in relief, you looked up to see none other than the great qian kun putting yuta’s arm around his shoulder

he looked over to you gaping at him and smiled that warm smile that looked like it was sculpted by the gods

wow he looks great in this lighting

you were always attracted to kun, ever since you two began talking after stopping a full blown war between doyoung and ten

he appeared so soft and kind to you and you two seemed to have a lot in common

so naturally you hit it off

because who doesn’t love kun? :D

“you’re welcome?” oh shit i didn’t just stare at him for that long did i

“oh - sorry - thanks for that” nice going there y/n you idiot

kun just chuckled and hefted his drunk friend as he started walking, you doing the same

it became comfortably silent as your group made their way down the street and turned left into a reasonably sized bar, which as surprisingly not that busy

you set y/f/n down on a chair that thankfully had a tall enough back to keep them up and sat down next to them, exhaling

kun patted yuta’s back and went to sit down next to you

laying your head on the counter, you thought of striking up a conversation with kun

so, instead of saying things like “happy new year”, “thanks for helping me” or even “they’re hard to deal with anyway”, you just said “woah.”

yEAH AGAIN NICE GOING THERE Y/N

“‘woah’? what’s ‘woah’?” he responded, taking on a teasing, motherly tone

you could hear the grin in his voice

you panicked and stammered some illegible words before you could actually speak

“i meant like, woah, that was exhausting, they made things real hard and all that…”

then you thought of something brilliant

you took out your phone and googled “woah”, only to find that it wasn’t spelled w-o-a-h but instead meant to be w-h-o-a

you frowned but typed “whoa meaning” instead and showed the definition to kun

all the while still laying on the mahogany-coloured counter

to your surprise, he rolled his eyes, laughed and ruffled your hair

“that was a really bad joke but you’re lucky i have the same sense of humor” his laugh was infectious so you had to smile

then he asked, “are you okay? not too tired?”

sitting up, you put your phone back in your pocket

“nah, my arms just ache, but it’s fine.” your polite smile suddenly grew into a wide smirk. “thanks for worrying, mum”

“i’m not a mum!” his expression made you have the sudden urge to burst into endless chuckles

in the corner of your eye, you could see ten, doyoung and johnny elbowing each other, pointing at you and kun and singing “kiss the girl”

you then had the sudden urge to throw some hands

kun (obviously) overheard them and sighed

“why are they like this”

“i wish i knew”

you and kun talked some more, random topics like how uni was going for you, how his singing was, how your book was going, all that jazz

with some playful banter and the occasional jokes that made you laugh so hard your back hurt

“kun loving puns and dad jokes? a coincidence?”

“i only laugh at them to make you feel better!”

“gasp! how dare you!”

“only joking, y/n!”

while you two giggled, y/f/n suddenly turned to you and said, “i think yuta and i will be fine here…”

you stopped and looked back at them, concerned

“you sure?”

“we’ll just go sit with the boys over there-!” a hiccup. “-it’ll be fine!” then, it hit you

is this bitch trying to play matchmaker 

you grumbled “i’m not sure…” but then kun spoke up

“yeah, sure, that’s fine,” when you gave him a quizzical look, he added on, “as much as i don’t trust johnny, doyoung and ten, at least it’s not just the two of them?”

he phrased it as a question instead of a statement, his voice getting higher by each word spoken

you pondered over this

well, he’s not wrong

you exhaled in defeat, saying “fine, go ahead”

y/f/n grinned at you and gave a knowing wink before dragging yuta over to the three boys

two of whom were busy flirting to each other and the other one third wheeling

you raised your eyebrows up and down at them before turning back to kun, who was looking outside

“so,” you started, causing him to look at you, “are you sure you want yuta and y/f/n wreaking havoc with those three?” you nodded in the group’s direction

kun stayed silent for a bit, then said “yeah, i’m sure. it kinda looked like you needed a break from them.”

“true. there’s only so much you can take.” kun chuckled at that and looked outside again

it went silent, but in stark contrast to the vibe of the walk leading to the bar, it was very awkward

too awkward to handle

so you took the opportunity to debate with yourself whether or not you should study kun

damn what if he looks at me though i’m not really risking that

but how can you not look at him? and what’s there to talk about?

it’s not worth the embarrassment

look-

no

at-

no

him 

you were about to take a quick glance, but then kun spoke

“besides, i want to show you something”

once again, another puzzled look

“if you don’t mind, of course”

without another thought, you said “sure.”

“really? you’re okay with it?” you smiled at kun’s eagerness

“yeah, might as well, now that we don’t have anyone to watch over.” kun grinned and stood up, making sure to push in his chair (we love a polite king)

you two were about to walk out the door when you looked at a certain group three tables away from you

johnny and ten were still flirting and yuta and y/f/n were still laughing

but this time, doyoung wasn’t a third wheeler anymore, because a man who looked younger than him was having a somewhat civilised conversation with doyoung

you elbowed kun and made him look at them and made sure doyoung, johnny and ten saw you before both mouthing, “sha la la la la la my, oh, my~”

you took a mental screenshot of their faces before you and kun cackled your way out of the bar

12:47 am

“what are you planning on showing me?”

the two of you had been walking and talking for a while now, but kun still didn’t say what he was going to show you

you were waiting patiently, expecting him to eventually tell you, but you gave in

“it’s a surprise~” he said in a sing-song voice, which slightly irritated you

“i know that it’s at the docks, because that’s where we’re heading,” you gave him a light nudge with your arm. “so might as well tell me now!”

he stubbornly shook his head. “i refuse to tell you until you see it.”

pouting, you crossed your arms and muttered under your breath, “you’re lucky you’re adorable.”

to your relief, he didn’t hear you, because he laughed at your pout and pressed on

you lightly scoffed and picked up your pace so that you could walk alongside him

“can i at least have one clue?” you begged

“uh uh.”

“pleeeaaassee?” he looked at your hopeful smile and rolled his eyes

“fine,” you yelled “yes!” a little too loud, making people stare at you. “your clue is…

“...it’s big and sparkly.” you gave him a look showing that you weren’t impressed

“wow, kun, what a descriptive and totally-not-vague clue! i am sure to get it now!”

kun grumbled, “you sound like doyoung,” before remembering something

“don’t tell me the answer until we get there!” he quickly said, receiving yet another puzzled look. “so that i can give you the benefit of the doubt to make it all the more exciting! it’ll be fun!”

you in turn muttered, “well, you sound like y/f/n, and fine. i don’t wanna ruin the surprise. you look real enthusiastic about it too” he smiled gratefully before leaving you to do your thinking

thinking about that smile :)))))

damn his smile always gets me grrrrr

you pulled your mind away from kun’s personality and tried to think of a place with the clue “big and sparkly”

two came to your mind, the big ferris wheel and the big floating silver christmas tree out on the water

they’re both big and sparkly, but you couldn’t predict which one he was going to take you to

you were hoping the ferris wheel, but you just had to wait and see

“think of any places yet?” you jolted so hard, you threw your phone up accidentally

don’t worry, you caught it

kun looked at you, his eyebrows showing worry but his eyes glinting. “you okay?”

very nice going there y/n, how many more times will you mess up??

and my face feels like it’s on fire oh good lord 

“i’m fine, just got scared,” you had to take a breather before you put your phone in your pocket - where it should’ve been in the first place, but your dumb ass decided to hold it - and gave kun a thumbs up

he gave a thumbs up back and said, “surprised you didn’t scream.”

biting back a retort, you replied. “rude.” you sunk your hands deeper into your pockets. “and as for your question, yes, i did think of a place or two”

“good, because we’re getting close now”

you turned a corner and saw both the floating tree and the ferris wheel come into view

the ferris wheel carriages were lighting up one after the other, making it look like a loading symbol (great comparison there) from afar

a pretty and romantic loading symbol

while the christmas tree was dazzling, the rainbow lights getting brighter and dimmer like a pulsing star

while you two waited for the pedestrian light to turn green, kun said to you, “when we make it to the other side, make sure to close your eyes and keep them closed until i say so”

“let me guess, to ‘make it all the more exciting’?” he grinned and nodded

“yup”

you did as what he had told, closing your eyes and relying on kun to guide you the right way

“i swear to god if you push me off the pier i will drag you down with me”

“now you sound like ten, but don’t worry, i won’t,” he gently pushed you away from an upcoming obstacle. “thanks for thinking so highly of me.”

“no problem, mum” you grinned victoriously when you heard a heavy sigh

you knew you were close to the water when you smelled less alcohol and more salty sea water

“are we there yet?” you asked impatiently. you couldn’t be bothered to be patient anymore

kun said, “waaait,” and guided you a bit to the left. “there! now you can open your eyes.”

“finally, i was wondering when- holy shit.”

it wasn’t the ferris wheel that you were hoping that he’d show you, but it was something you decided was way more worth it

the floating silver christmas tree towered over you both, and it looked like it was the brightest and most colourful thing for kilometres (or miles, you choose)

coloured lines streamed down from the top to the bottom, like a very pink, purple and blue waterfall, while stage lights at the bottom smoothly changed from red to orange to yellow and more

it also reminded you of the windows screen when you used it for the first time (if that even makes sense?)

white light shone from beneath the many large stars decorating the tree, making them pop, and the wind revealed that the tree wasn’t made of smooth silver metal, but silver sequins that showed the water ripples and waves from below

the star at the top was the most intensely bright of them all, with a rainbow outline and a gold center

needless to say, it was pretty darn beautiful for a sight that would otherwise hurt your eyes

you stood there with your mouth wide open, looking like a pathetic fish, and almost missed what kun was saying

“i wasn’t sure if you would like the ferris wheel or the tree, but then i found out that the ferris wheel would be closed today, so i just chose this,” you felt his gaze shift onto you, and you tried not to get flustered. “do you like it?”

you took a moment before you spoke. “yes, i really like it a lot,” the view was that breathtaking it took away your ability to talk like a proper adult. you turned to him and gave a smile, trying to make it look as genuine as you could. “thanks for bringing me here, kun.”

he gave you an equally big grin and said, “you’re welcome. glad you like it too.” he turned back to look at the tree, and you did the same

but not without sneaking a glance at him in all his ethereal beauty

kun never failed to surprise you, whether it be showing you a very rainbow tree, being so kind and trusting or just being himself

your mind floated back to the three questions you had asked yourself earlier, “what will 2019 bring?”, “what will i be like at the end of the year?” and “will i be happy with someone?” and the new year’s resolution you made

you took another look at kun then whispered under your breath, “huh.

“guess i am on the way to completing one.”

#nct #nct dream #nct u #nct 127 #wayv #nct kun #nct qian kun #nct 2018 #nct 2019 #nct ot21 #nct ot18 #nct au #nct scenarios #nct fluff #nct angst #nct smut #reader #kun x reader #non idol au #fanfic #kpop

[killmongerkink]

11:37 pm - Part 2.

Summary: You learn about your favorite customer a little more.

Pairing: Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens X Black!Reader

Warning: Just a lil fluff.

Length: 3k.

BTW: I wasn’t really planning on making this a series, but why not. I don't really like how I ended this, but it was getting pretty long and I didn't want to drag it out. The next part will feature you and Erik hanging out more and maybe a little smut .. depends on how I’m feeling lol. Let me know if you'd like to be on a tag list for my future stories. Enjoy!

MASTERLIST

"You're awfully excited today. Is there a reason you're in such a good mood darling?" Your co-worker, an older woman named Janette, asked you.

You feigned ignorance, shrugging your shoulders as you turned and set your book bag down on the chair. It was finally Friday, around 5:45 and your shift didn't officially start until 6. You were a little early today, which was a rare occurrence, but you just couldn't wait to clock in.  

You'd woke up on the right side of the bed this morning and spent the majority of your day catching up on some reading for your summer sociology class. After that, you decided to clean up your Uncle's apartment that you were staying at. Last semester when you were deciding how you were going to spend your summer, you had decided to leave your stomping grounds for something new. You loved Cali, but you found yourself quickly growing tired of the same routine with the same people. When your Uncle offered you to spend your break in one of his rentals, you jumped at the opportunity. It was New York for crying out loud, of course you'd be down. Although your days were spent doing schoolwork and ringing up customers instead of walking through Manhattan with your fancy Starbucks drink, you were still happy to be here. Sadly, there were only 3 weeks left until you had to go home and you were finding yourself getting more and more sad as the days rolled by. You were going to miss Janette, your uncle and him.

Since the first time you both had spoken, you and the handsome stranger had been talking more and more. You learned basic information like his name, that he'd recently graduated from MIT, that one of his favorite movies was Belly and a bit about his childhood. Nothing crazy, just that he played basketball 24/7 and had dreams of going pro. 

You paused and sighed. Why were you thinking about him so much? During the past few days, you found yourself wondering what he was doing and where he was randomly. When you were up, was he already up? When you were doing homework, was he working? Or was he hanging out with friends? When you blinked, was he blinking at the same time? You couldn't help but ask yourself these dumb questions. He was literally running through your mind non-stop. 

"Child, I've been on this earth for 53 years. I know a glow when I see one. Just make sure to enjoy whoever or whatever is making you happy while you can." A sad smile graced her face, causing you to grab her hand a give it a little squeeze. Janette confided in you a few weeks after you started working here about her husband’s passing. They had gotten into a fight, which led to her kicking him out for the night and little did she know that would be the last time she would see him. Apparently, some dope boys thought he had money and tried to rob him. When he wouldn't give them what they wanted, it led to a fight and one of the boys shooting him. It was honestly a tragedy and you'd catch Janette reading over the small clipping of the newspaper article every now and then that she kept hidden in her purse.

With a nod of her head, you watched her blink back her tears as she squeezed your hand back.

"Remember what I said, you hear?"

***

The night was going by pretty fast. You barely had time to get any studying done due to the influx of customers paying for gas or random snacks and goods. You were currently explaining the differences between two sets of condoms in depth to a man who looked way too old to be asking such a question, but you weren't one to judge. 

"So, this is the Trojan Sensitivity BareSkin Premium condoms and this is the Ultra-Thin for Ultra Sensitivity Premium condoms. They pretty much do the same thing, except as you see .. this one is extra sensitive."

"They're both sensitive?" The man mumbled, his eyes darting from you to the box quickly as his hand stayed clenched on the counter.

"Yes, but this one is ultra-sensitive and thinner. The other one isn't, see?" You gave him an awkward smile and pointed to the box.

The ringing signaling that someone had entered alerted you, but you didn't have the opportunity to welcome them as the man in front of you rambled on about how he didn't know which one to get. Honestly, you could care less and wished he would just hurry up and pick one. You had spent more enough time talking about condoms than you would've liked and the look he was giving you was starting to make you feel uncomfortable. 

"Which-" He cleared his throat, chuckling. "Which one would you would use? I mean, not like that. Like, if you had to pick which one you'd want your partner to use.. which one would you pick?" 

His question was of genuine interest and you were seriously debating on just telling him to get out and take his business elsewhere, but this was a potential sale and you didn't want to lose out on it.

"You could just get both. You know, that way you can .. try them out for yourself. Want me to ring them up for you?" Barely giving him enough time to answer, you scanned both boxes in lightning speed. "Your total is $33.48 sir, will you be using cash or credit?"

"Have you used these before? Did they feel good?"

The rough clearing of a throat caused the man and you to look up. Your mouth hung open slightly as you stared at Erik. Did he get finer since the last time you'd seen him? His dreads were out and all over the place, but in a cute messy way. The words 'Lost Tribe' joined with the map of Africa were showcased in white and popped against his black hoodie, while a pair of low sweat pants covered his lower half. Yeah .. you were going to need him to never wear those around you again, not unless you want to be distracted every five seconds. He was staring angrily at the man in front of you and you couldn't blame him, but did he have to look so fucking sexy all mad like that?

"Hurry up nigga, people got shit to do."

The flustered man shuffled closer to the counter and pulled out some crumpled bills, not even attempting to unfold them which made you even more annoyed. You grabbed them, counting them out quickly, before cashing them in and placing his change and bag on the counter, purposely avoiding any chances of touching him. He looked as if he wanted to say something, but the heavy sigh from the man behind him stopped him in his tracks.

"Have a good day, come again." The professional worker in you couldn't help but say.

"Or don't." 

You cut your eyes towards him, earning a shrug from his shoulders before the both of you watched as the man hastily grabbed his belongings and damn near rushed out of the store. Some change dropped out of his hand, but he didn't bother looking back to pick it up. Once he was gone you released a breath, suddenly yearning for a hot bath and your bed. Your day had started out good, great even and now you just really wanted it to end. It had been a while since you had to deal with a local creep. 

You straightened back up, adjusting your knock-off polo tee and stayed quiet as he placed his usual donuts and Gatorade down on the table. Everything was fine when started to scan his items, until he added another addition just as you were about to total his amount.

Two snickers bar.

You couldn't help but smile, not even attempting to hide your grin as you scanned and added them to the small plastic bag. Of course he didn't want his change, so you just closed the register back after receiving his money and scooted the bag over to him. You both still hadn't exchanged any words, but it was a comfortable silence. He didn't reach for his bag for a few seconds, instead just deciding to stand there with his hands in his pockets. A part of you wanted to question what was wrong, but you didn't bother and decided to just watch him. Seconds later, one of the snickers bar was sitting in front of you. 

"You trynna take a break?" He asked.

"I can't ... it's always-" The sound of two customers, a father and daughter from the looks of it, entered. The girl ran off towards the chips section while the older man who looked half past dead, sluggishly walked towards the energy drinks. Not even 30 seconds later, a group of teenagers entered loudly. ".. busy as you can see. I'm the only one here." 

He nodded his head, patting the counter a couple times as if to say a silent "okay" and you could've sworn you saw a look of disappointment on his face. Ha, you doubted it. Why would he be disappointed? Or ... maybe he was? Let's be real, who wouldn't want to hang out with you? Shit, you'd be disappointed if you couldn't hang out with someone like you. Too busy with your mental pep talk, you missed most of what he had said and caught him staring at you.

"Want me to get you off?"

"Huh?" You scrunched your eyebrows together, were you hearing him right? Were you losing your mind right now?

"I asked when do you get off."

"Oh .. like in an hour. If you want, we can hang out .. if you're not busy of course. I mean it's Friday night, you probably have things to do, but if you don't' ... we could do something. Or not! I mean, it's not really a big deal or anything."

God, you were so embarrassed. What were you doing? Why couldn't you have just kept your mouth shut. Asking him out on a Friday night? Bitch, who were you? You'd never been one to make the first move when it came to guys. Rejecting rather than getting rejected was more of your thing. You ignored the stares of the other patrons shuffling around the store and nervously watched as he looked at you with an amused expression. All that shit talking you were doing in your head earlier was out the door, you were so lame. He was probably laughing at you in his head right now.

With a lick of his lips, he nodded his head. "I'll see you in an hour then."

***

You nervously picked the small piece of sausage off your pizza, popping it into your mouth quickly. You hated eating in front of guys, especially guys you liked. Who wanted to look like a hungry slob in front of someone so fine? You had asked Erik what was the most interesting thing he'd done at MIT and while he was busy going on about that, you were struggling on how you wanted to eat your pizza. Should you fold it? Should you eat it flat? You didn't want grease all on your lips, so should you break it off in pieces instead? That was actually how you really liked to eat it, but who did that? Only weirdos. Only you. You couldn't believe you were really stressing out over something so insignificant, but your insecurities wouldn't let you live.

Erik pulled you out from another of your infamous self-talks and scooted the plastic plate closer to you. Looking up, you watched as he kept his gaze on you as he chewed his food, his tongue darting out slightly to lick at the few specs of crumbs that garnered on his lips. This man was going to be the death of you.

"You always this quiet?" He inquired.

"No, I was just listening to you talk."

"I stopped talking over three minutes ago." 

Caught red-handed, you finally began to eat and no longer cared how you looked. You needed to busy yourself by doing something. You picked up your slice, taking a good chunk out of it as you racked your brain for a response. A part of you was disappointed at how self-conscious you were around him. Why couldn't you just be chill and relaxed like your girls back home? Your girls that were always getting asked for their numbers. Your girls that had a new date every Friday, which usually led to you getting an earful about how good or bad the dick was Saturday night. It wasn't jealously per-say, you just wished you could be like that. Outgoing, blunt, confident with a hint of cocky. Maybe then would you actually have a life instead of staying in all the time. You sneaked a look at Erik and started to wonder why he was even hanging out with you. He looked like the type of guy that would go for one of your friends, not you. 

You shrugged. "What? I was just trying to process your words. I don't understand all that smart mumbo jumbo stuff you're talking about. I barely made it through physics and pre-Cal when I was a sophomore."

You figured you said something right when you heard him chuckle before mumbling something about your "slick ass mouth".

As the conversation finally started to flow, you felt yourself relax. Erik was witty and funny, in a smart ass kind of way. Knowing you weren't from Harlem, he made sure to let you know about all the hotspots when it came to clubs and food, even assisting you with folding your pizza since he couldn't sit back and watch you disrespect the pizza like that .. his words exactly. He even suggested a few good museums that you could visit. Now that made you laugh. He didn't look like the kind of guy to actually enjoy spending a day at the museum, but you were quickly learning not to judge a book by its cover.

"What's so funny?"

You were tempted to say nothing, but it was obvious he knew something was up so you decided to just be honest. 

"You're just different from what I expected you to be. On the outside, you look like the kind of guy that would fuck up a girl’s life and credit, yet every time you open your mouth ... I don't know. You just surprise me. I never suspected you to be the museum-going, woke engineer that you are. Your exterior doesn't match your interior.” 

"Your exterior doesn't match your interior." He repeated, almost like he was trying to digest your words. "I like that. Does yours match? I mean, you come off all shy and shit. You steady looking all innocent and sweet whenever I see you. You know what they say about those types."

"What? That we're all undercover freaks or something?"

"Something like that." 

The tone of his voice awoke the butterflies in your stomach and you kept your eyes averted from his. Somehow, he always seemed to make something sound so suggestive, not that you minded. It was a nice contrast to the way guys usually talked to you. Not that you were looking for every male in a 5-mile radius to run up to you and start talking provocatively, but it was nice to be flirted with. It made you feel sexy, it made you feel wanted. 

Thinking about it, the shy girl stereotype was true in all honesty and if he wanted to find out for himself, you were down to show him.

After your meal, he offered to walk you home and of course you denied. One, you were a big girl and knew the way. Two, you didn't want him going out of his way to walk you to your place. And three, what if he turned out to be some psycho series killer? Your parents always taught you never to let anyone know you address unless you trusted them, yet here you were two seconds away from letting some guy you just met take you home.

"It's late ma. I ain't letting you walk alone when it's this dark outside, especially not dressed like that."

"What's wrong with my outfit?" Slightly offended, you looked down at yourself. A dark blue collared shirt, khaki work pants and some vans. It wasn't cute by any means, but you did just come from work after all. Seeing your shape caused you to suddenly start to feel self-conscious. You had just eaten and now your food baby was making your shirt look even more unflattering than before, it also didn't help that you already had gut before the food. 'You should've said you weren't hungry!', you screamed in your head. The light color of your fitted pants also did nothing to hide the dips and dimples in your thighs, how embarrassing.

"Nothing, but niggas here ain't like the dudes you used to back home. They gonna try some shit if you alone, but if you roll with me then they'll know better."

"But they might think you're my boyfriend or something." And what if someone he knew ended up seeing you two? He wouldn't want that. How embarrassing would that be? You could hear the comments now - "Erik's with the fat girl from the gas station!".

"And what's wrong with that?" He tilted his head to the side and gave you a look, almost as if he was daring you to say something smart. 

"N-nothing."

"That's what I thought." Erik took your book bag off your shoulder in one smooth motion, putting it over his own as he wrapped his other arm around your shoulder, forcing you to walk next to him. A small gasp left your lips as he pulled you into him, his body heat spreading throughout your own and damn did he smell good. Now you knew why girls always talked about stealing their boyfriend’s hoodies. You wondered what you did in your past life to get a guy this good-looking to give you attention, or maybe you were giving him too much credit. So what he looked good? There were a million other guys who probably looked the same or better, but that did nothing to stop your heart from racing.

This man was trouble.

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[kpopsinsandwins]

Get to know me tag!!

Tagged by @k-n-e-o

1. Nickname: Cayenne Pepper and Sheen 

2. Gender: Female

3. Zodiac: Aquarius♒

4. Height: Around 5′3″ but I haven’t checked in four years so I could be wrong

5. Age: I’m 18🎉

6. Time: 8:59 PM

7. Favorite band/solo artist: NCT, BTS, Seventeen, Blackpink, Taemin, and a lot more but I don’t have all the time in the world😅

8. Song stuck in my head: I’ve had Dream’s Best Friend stuck in my head sine We Boom came out

9. Last movie I saw: I just watched Crazy Rich Asians for the first time today

10. Last thing I Googled: I always delete my recently searched things on Google and only keep the things I’m going to search again or need to remember so the things in my search bar at the moment are- Tom Hiddleston, Jaemin, Romance is a Bonus Book ep 15 end song, and BTS UNO😂

11. Other blog: That’s a secret for now😉

12. Do I get asks: Y’all see all the things I answer. I do have like 6 requests in my ask box and 2 asks I feel a little weird about but am too nice to get rid of them

13. Why I chose my user: So, I wanted something catchy and I wanted it to make sense to what I was going to be doing on here and I really liked kpopsins but I didn’t only want to write smut so I wanted to add something else to it. I added the andwins after thinking of nice things that rhymed with sins. I like my username a lot, like, I am so pleased with it and I don’t think I’ll ever change it cause it’s so unique and creative

14. Following: On my main it says I follow 1590 people but I have had this tumblr since 2014 so it’s not that much when you think about it. I do think it’s time for a clean up though😅

15. Average amount of sleep: Well, it’s summer right now so I haven’t been getting as much sleep as I did when I was in school. I would get anywhere from 9-10 hours when I was in school and now I get anywhere from 6-8. It’s still a lot of sleep but I feel so drained and crazy throughout the day like this morning I was in my kitchen and my mind was just rambling on nonsense and I was like, “Wow, I need more sleep cause I am not making any sense right now.”

16. Lucky number: 7

17. What am I wearing: Pajamas!! Shorts and a tank top cause it’s hot as fuck where I live. It’s 9 PM and it’s still over 80°F

18. Dream job: Author, editor, or publisher☺️

19. Dream trip: I’ve been wanting to go on a trip to places all around Asia since I was in middle school, way before I started listening to kpop. Now that I do listen to kpop I just want to go even more

20. Favorite food: I LOVE SEAFOOD!! Poke and sushi are my favorite, like, I could eat those two everyday for every meal for the rest of my life and I’d be so happy🤤

21. Play an instrument: I really laughed at this question. I have about 7 instruments in my room but I am not even past the basics on any of them. I am best at the guitar but that’s only cause I had two years of classes. I took cello classes in the fifth grade but I gave it up cause the teacher was a bitch and I regret it every day of my life. I have a cello but I don’t really know how to play it. In my room right now there are 2 guitars- one electric and one acoustic, 2 ukuleles, a keyboard, a cello, a tiny electric drum set, and some maracas. I wish I knew how to play them all

22. Favorite song: I can’t choose there are too many songs I like

23. Play any sport: No, I am so unathletic. I did play baseball when I was in the fifth grade though. After puberty I could not do anything cause you know, boobs. It was a nice exchange though, I’m not complaining😏

24. Hair color: Dark dark brown, basically black

25. Eye color: Not as dark as my hair but almost there. My eyes are a very dark brown but they look like warm honey in the sun☺️

26. Most iconic song: WITHOUT EVEN THINKING ABOUT IT I CHOOSE THE 7TH SENSE BY NCT U CAUSE THAT SONG IS FUCKING AMAZING. I STILL GET CHILLS WHEN I LISTEN TO IT

27. Language you speak: Wow, I was just reminded of what a disappointment I am. I was in Spanish for 3 years with some knowledge of the language prior to taking it. I am 50% Mexican and I can barely speak Spanish. I know I am a disgrace, please don’t talk about it. I also tried learning Korean but I am on a learning break so I haven’t learned anything for the past 6 months maybe. I can say a couple sentences so I’m not too bad but I am no where near fluent. I speak English lol and that’s about it cause I’m American trash🤪

28. Random fact: I’ve almost died from choking on food 3 times in my life and all those times I’ve had to have the Heimlich maneuver done on me. 11/10 do not recommended that experience so please chew your food slowly unlike 9 year old me 

29. Describe yourself as any aesthetic: Reading by a window while it rains, dark winter colors, bluish greens, lots of succulents (dying of course cause I can’t keep them alive for the life of me)

Tagging: Anyone who wants to do it😊💕

#tagged

[zpetra]

GP Helsinki Journal - Day 3

The things I do for figure-skating and one special Japanese boy... Wake up at 5am to get ready. Take a tram to the rink at 6am, than wait in a huge line to be let it for a 7am practice though he is in the second group but baby Jun was in the first one. So forget breakfast and coffee, or sleep. I had priorities.

Before we get to me cooing over Jun in practice again I met a Japanese lady at the tram station. Only us waiting at the stop and she was confused which side she needs to stand to get to the ice hall. Broken English vs broken Japanese but we made it work. Drunk Finnish guy trying to ruin the fun but we stuck together. In the tram she asked if I am going to the ice hall too and I said yes, followed up if I like Yuzu and I said yet again yes, showing her my group fan hoodie with chibi Seimei I wore both for SP and FS days. She instantly popped her bag open and handed me some 'not so hard to get clear files' and two 'difficult to get' ones and I stared at her at 6:10am to make sure she was real. She said yes. I died and couldn't thank her enough. Than she tops it off with asking if I was at the parade and said no. She was and showed me pictures. I was so jealous and told her so. To which she asked if I have Line and I do have, we exchanged contacts. She sent me like 40 pictures of hers from the parade and I kept dying, later in the queue more from Rostelecom 2017 - 70 pics in total. We walked together to the ice hall, chatting a little bit. Asking me if I learn Japanese and I confirmed I know a little and she just said 'oh that is more than a little'. So we stood in the crazy line together. Talking here and there but she spotted some people she knows before us so spoke to them too and I kept behind.

As the line started to advance somehow they turned to me as some topic about clear files came up, I gathered and they asked me if I have the newest ones. I shook my head (also confused of which new ones they meant) and to that her friend whipped out a pile of the new Xylitol ones and told me I could pick one. I died again, right before entering the venue. So I got a gorgeous green kimono Yuzu. We separated saying to meet again, me going into a bowing frenzy because wow. As I think back I am pretty sure she is the same lady who gave me the Ghana ones too the day before. 😍

The one lady sitting next to me arrived too and she handed me two candies with Yuzu (fruit) and Ginger. The inside joke was hilarious and we giggled together and I thanked her. Not too long after a girl sat down in front of me, taking her seat and suddenly turned around giving me two sample chocolates from Ghana (GUYS THAT CHOCOLATE MELTS ON YOUR TONGUE, IT’S SO GOOD). My eyes were probably as big as two plates.

I re-adjusted in my seat after he shocks, ready for practice and to be slayed by baby Jun. I wasn't all too disappointed even if the practice looked here and there wonky. His short costume makes him look amazing and my seat was at the skater entrance so they nearly sat up their corner right in my face. Queue me taking like 100 pictures of Jun even if half of them were his back or blurry because speed while skating haha.

Once I survived that one I looked to the side to spot Keiji and since Mr Attention took mine the day prior I jumped on the chance to take pictures of him rink-side. I am happily clicking away when suddenly after a few clicks a certain gorgeous boy walks into the frame and I get a heart-attack. - literally my camera roll as it happened...

Queue my attention being stolen again - I am sorry Keiji I tried and by the end of the practice I had no more pictures than 4 of you like the day before - and getting so much of Yuzus back (🍑). Yuzu is truly marvelous even in training and while yes he did make mistakes, fell and popped a few jumps, OVERROTATED A FEW AXELS. I was the happiest girl in the world. 

Also somehow I managed to give Keiji some attention at one point! So good job from my side. Kolyada I apologize I think I watched you for two seconds. Boyang apparently didn't show which I didn't realize until someone else pointed it out during the Pair practice two hours later. Oops? I am truly sorry.

Pairs practice I technically missed as by 10am I needed coffee and by 11 or something I managed to get breakfast too.

Ladies practice was good. Definitely liking Yuna and Kaori from Japan. Hanul from Korea is also pretty good (I walked past her the day before in the corridor and she is so tiny and cute I stared and hurried away because I feel awkward 😂) after the short the day before I was praying for Kaori because that girl deserves the world, her practice looked good so I kept hoping.

I missed Dance practice while sitting there because I spent it to transfer my pictures to my phone. Oops. Also eat and do the necessities before 12:45pm rolled around to slay me with the Men's short.

JUN-FUCKING-HWAN CHA SLAYED ME. He fought like a true champion and the amount of proud I have felt for him was a lot! BOY IS GOOD. And damn he can catch things like a pro, watched him do it with two presents thrown at him. I feel like he is one of the up and coming skaters now, he is slaying this season and I can’t wait to see more of him!

As the time was approaching for Group 2 I spotted Matsuoka-san below our Tribune and I was shocked. HE IS SO TALL AND HANDSOME. And him applying chap-stick is kind of mesmerizing too.

Obviously they were waiting for a certain Japanese boy showing up with his aggressive lip-syncing, murder gaze and ready to slay and OH BOY DID HE SLAY.

This was the moment where my heart-rate was so high my fitness tracked thought I was actually exercising??

Upgraded Otonal is GORGEOUS. I mean I was blown away just seeing it in person because pictures don’t do his costumes justice okay? Took me like a few minutes to see it is different from the ACI one and I love it, the darker tones are so good, the bling is blinding. I was shaking with excitement.

Watching skaters falling apart during their programs is the worst thing ever, and they had such bad ice conditions, everyone was having trouble. My heart ached for Keiji, he did so well in practice and the short was...*sighs* my section was trying to be loud for him.

AND IT WAS TIME FOR THE KING TO ARRIVE. Nothing can describe the kind of atmosphere in the arena, you have to be there to feel how it was electrified throughout his performance or how loud people truly were. During his spins right before the step sequence once he slayed with his jumps (That 4S was as gorgeous at it gets and deserved the +4.3 GOE, WOW) the screams were getting louder and by the start of the sequence IT WAS SO LOUD THE MUSIC COULDN’T BE HEARD. The standing ovation was incredible and the moment he stopped I was on my feet, fighting tears.

106.69 - NEW WORLD RECORD

My heart exploded, my cheeks hurt from smiling so hard, I was so damn happy and I didn’t mind clocking a photographer with my goat plush because LISTEN MR YUZURU-FUCKING-HANYU CAME AND SNATCHED ALL THE WIGS.

I have witnessed it, I have the privilege to watch him skate clean (yeah I know there were some mistakes but landed all the jumps and you know if he finally does it without any mistakes, it is going to be something nobody can touch, the scores will be higher than ever!) in Helsinki with his Hope & Legacy gloves and get a new WR. I was high on adrenaline for the rest of the day, which was good because I had to prepare for the ladies mentally. 

Somewhere in between I think one Japanese lady tried to pass by me to get to her seat and I stood up, greeted her and she stopped, looked at me and asked if I was a Yuzu fan, I confirmed and showed her my hoodie with chibi Seimei. She asked to take a picture and than dropped her bag and pulled out a clear file with the same Seimei pose and handed it to me. It was filled with commercial from Phiten with Yuzu and a Japanese newspaper. I stared like HUH, asked her in Japanese if I can truly keep it, she nodded all excited about it. Boy, these ladies are true heroes out here providing goodies for International fans like us!

After the Men’s short I was looking around and spotted NOBU, he was filming with Matsuoka-san and I died, he looked good! I ended up seeing more often later on but I leave these people be, let their do their thing. I do not stalk any of them.

As if Yuzu didn’t slay, KAORI CAME TROUGH. SHE IS THE NEW QUEEN AND NOBODY CAN CHANGE MY MIND. THAT FREE WAS EVERYTHING; SHE GAVE EVERYTHING AND GOD I AM SO PROUD OF HER. 

Coming back up to 3rd from 7th place shows the fighting spirit she has and the standing ovation for her that day was truly well deserved. I saw the crowd stand twice, for Yuzu and Kaori.

Saturday was an emotional roller-coaster but everything and much more I could hope for. Well exhausted and tired, I left before the Dance competition, which I felt truly sorry for but couldn’t stick around, nor the WC for them. It stopped around 11 PM I believe and gosh, I wasn’t able to do that. While I counted with lack of sleep, cold, emotional roller-coaster, tears and heart-break I was way too tired.

Part 3 with Day 4 coming separately because wow... I rambled here even more.

#gp helsinki 2018 #𝓅: your thoughts are your reality #yuzuru hanyu #junhwan cha #keiji tanaka #kaori sakamoto

[benigxtcr]

the nerves were practically written in bright neon colours into the lines and features of ben’s face, the attempt of a polite smile sitting crooked on his lips as if it was part of a faulty code. he hadn’t done anything. he knew he hadn’t done anything serious, least of all in a direct approach towards winnie. however, in the same nerve-wrecking horror which had him skip through the security gates of stores and airports ( which never went off, but he still expected it as if he himself was made of metal ), he rushed through the local police department, already ready to get this over with.

one. is this the first time you’ve been called to the precinct? do you have a criminal record?

a long pause of silence followed the first and presumably under any normal circumstances the easiest question, benjamin’s eyes staring blankly off into the distance as if his brain had frozen into place. “ i– i– i– “ he started, stuttering as his mind seemed to only slowly reboot again, “ i have never been here !! but i – and i promise. in fact, i will swear an oath if necessary !! that it was never malevolent, let alone with the criminal intent of harming anyone in any way, shape or form – will have an entry registered for ‘ trespassing ‘, recorded about eight months, two weeks and a few days ago. it was for a treasure hunt !! — well, not as much treasure as merely a hunt for what turned out to be a scrap piece of metal, but a scrap piece of metal hunt? doesn’t sound quite as alluring, does it? not that that matter’s right now... i guess... i guess, it doesn’t. “ because this was about winnie and not about him — not yet, anyway.

two. where were you during the evening of ms. winnipeg sanders’ disappearance? specifically between the hours of 8 and 11 pm?

a breathless huff which could almost resemble a self-ironic smile, because as obvious as the question had been, he’d hoped it would not come. “ when was it? “ the twenty-third of february, which by easy math was a saturday, and ( as odd as it may sounded, considering he was able to give the exact span of time for other events in the pasts ) that was about everything ben knew for sure. “ i was– “ he inhaled deeply, the breath shaking in his lungs, “ i was at the benbow inn !! all the way between eight and eleven. “ or at least he was about ninety percent sure he had been there. 

three. can you describe what you were doing immediately before that?

“ yes !! yes, of course. “ his head went into an immediate series of fast and frequent nods, showing the very willingness he did, matter of fact, have for answering any and all of their questions with the sincerity they wished for — unfortunately, he never remembered many details about specific dates and meetings, let alone when he had many memories with a certain person. they simply blended together; he knew everything about his best friend but it was a mere impossibility to remember a date. “ again, i was at the benbow inn, “ he muttered, hands lifting to rub his temples in an attempt to remember, his glasses pushing up in the process, “ jim and i –  that’s jim hawkins and i – were... “ a pause which was filled with the desperate exhaustion of a sigh. “ we were helping out. saturdays are, on average, the most visited days within a lot of restaurants and stores. “ which, by mere coincidence, was the complete base of his assertion: by simple probability, he had most likely been there.

four. can anyone confirm your whereabouts at this time?

his eyelids fluttered, head falling into another nod as he looked up again, hands sinking to wipe his sweating palms at his jeans. “ yeah, yeah... sure. “ and he knew he would be able to name jim once again — even if he hadn’t been in the benbow inn that night, ben was basically certain his friend would stand up for him and agree to whatever had to be agreed to ( in a way, they already had agreed on just that, hadn’t they? ), however that was the very problem ben had with it. he didn’t want to drag jim into his memory based problems. “ oh !! “ a jolt went through his shoulders, his back straightening from his slumped defensive position as he suddenly felt he’d kept silent for too long: “ everyone who was temporarily resident at the benbow inn for the time being. unfortunately, i would not know who exactly it was. “

five. how well did you know ms. winnipeg sanders?

ben paused, eyes narrowing and his knee jumping as he considered their words and whatever may be the most genuine answer to them. “ the description of ‘ well ‘ is indefinitely relative, isn’t it? “ he mused aloud, his shoulders lifting momentarily, “ i know her name is winnipeg sanders, and i know that winnipeg is the capital and largest city of the province of manitoba in canada, but i never asked whether that’s what her name is based on. furthermore, i of course have the knowledge that she owned a bakery and she had legendary self-made honey based baked goods !! i asked for the recipe for her honey muffins once, but she politely declined which i understand. it’s a family recipe. i don’t actually know whether she has a family though. i mean, she obviously would have to have parents of some sort but i do not recall ever meeting or hearing of a spouse or a relative — what was the question again? “ how ( well ) did he know her? right. “ i would consider her an acquaintance with a positive foundation, leading to friendly but mainly on the surface conversations. “

six. did you and ms. winnipeg sanders ever have beef, or a quarrel? have there been moments where you wished – even if it were just in the heat of the moment – to inflict harm on her?

“ oh god, no !! “ for once, there was no hesitation within his answer or the obvious struggle of remembering the truth. he didn’t need to think twice. “ i would never want to hurt anyone !! we are all merely carbon based life forms. i don’t believe in the existence of real reasons to harm anyone or anything, mentally or physically. “

seven. what was your reaction when you heard about the news?

“ i uhm... “ another sigh pushed past his lips, his thumb moving to scratch over a stain of oil on his jeans. the truth felt harsh to say, but it was the truth nonetheless and he knew only the truth would help the investigation. “ i don’t have any real emotional attachment to her..? i don’t want to say i felt indifferent – i don’t believe i did – but the interval of my sympathy was a little short. i have had the experience that people leave sometimes, some of them rather abruptly as well and without any prior warnings. i suppose, based on the experience alone, it was – to me, it still is, i guess – more likely that ms sanders decided to leave sunnyside. she would not be the first. i have my doubts that she’ll be the last. “

eight. when was the last time you saw ms. winnipeg sanders? did you notice anything different about her?

ben had never been one to curse in his life – consider him child friendly, if you will – and yet he could not quite help the quiet ‘ fuck ‘ from tumbling off his lips as his head fell into his hands. the exasperation was visible in his shoulders and the features on his face, the tension tugging at his muscles in his neck. “ i don’t know — i wish i knew !! i do !! i just– “ he shrugged. it had never seemed important to him to remember where winnie out of everyone was. by probability, she stood behind the counter of her bakery and truly, that was the only place where she genuinely mattered to him —  either she was there and he could have a coffee or she wasn’t and he had to get one somewhere else. it was a simple yes or no question and he had never wondered, let alone bothered using some of his brain’s capacity to memorise where she was if she wasn’t in the baker. “ i have a bit of a memory problem. “

nine. do you know anyone who may have had any problems with her ? do you know anyone who may have had it out for her?

his lips parted, taking a deep breath as if to start another one of his on going sentences and end in the ramblings he was so very well known for. however, instead of responding to the answer in an entire monologue, ben in a rather unusual fashion chose to answer with only a single word: “ no. “

ten. have you noticed anything peculiar since the disappearance? anything special you think is worth mentioning?

his head came to shake slowly, shoulders lifting once again into the suggestion of a shrug. “ nothing, “ he muttered under his breath, a long pause of silence following yet another single worded answer. “ i am sorry. i really am !! can i leave now? if we are done here, i would like to leave. “ 

#sunnyside:task01 #( LOOK AT ME BEING LATE #this is a fun game of ' can we see where nyx started to rush this? ' lmfao #[ 01110000; prompt ]

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Tempting || 8

Y/N is an angel and a good one at that. She steers clear of the seven deadly sins, especially lust. She is out performing her duties when she runs into a demon. Luckily for her, that demon, Taehyung, doesn’t seem to buy into that whole “Angels and Demons are sworn enemies” idea. But unluckily for her, Taehyung just so happens to be the very embodiment of sin. Especially lust.

Or, “For someone who is meant to be so pure, you sure are dirty, angel.”

pairing: demon!taehyung x angel!reader

genre: fantasy, smut, angst

warnings: alcohol use, mentions of suicide/death, lots of dirty talk and smut lol

A/N: this is less biblical and more supernatural?? Like less focus on religion itself and more focus on angels and demons as immortal creatures even though I might reference some “biblical” terms lol sorry this is too unholy anyways it’s fine. oh and this is a dream I had!

CHAPTERS: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 (final)

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CHAPTER EIGHT (**JUST REALLY FILTHY SMUT IM SORRY, also hasn’t been edited yet!!!)

"Y/N?" Jimin's voice spoke, causing my head to snap up.

After coming to terms with the fact that the page on Vampires was gone, I had somehow gotten sucked into continuing to read about other kinds of demons. I didn't even hear Jimin arrive through the front door.

"Oh, hi." I breathed, slightly on edge, thinking that Jimin might have been Yoongi, coming back to threaten me once more.

Jimin stood just outside the study, a hand placed lightly against the door frame.

For a moment, neither of us said anything and I felt myself sink into shame as I remembered the last time Jimin and I had interacted.

"Um, about this morning..." I trailed off, unsure of how to begin. Jimin gave me a small smile.

"It’s alright, button. I know you’re just overwhelmed from all this studying you’re doing. Being a Power is a big responsibility, I’m sure I would’ve taken the suppressor to go out to Limbo, too."

If there was anyone I hated lying to, it was Jimin. Sure, I felt bad lying to the others; Namjoon was like an older brother to me, and Hobi was the person who made me laugh the hardest. But Namjoon often scolded me and Hobi liked to banter with me. Jimin, however, didn’t tease or lecture me. He was nothing but supportive and comforting and the thought of lying to him made me feel like absolute dirt.

“Thanks, Jimin.” I sighed, accepting his consolation despite how undeserving of it I was.

Jimin ran a hand through his silver hair, “Of course.”

“How are your flowers looking?” I brought up casually, in an attempt to dilute the still awkward atmosphere. Jimin broke out into a huge smile.

“Peachy keen!” He enthused cheerily. I raised an eyebrow and giggled at his words.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say ‘peachy keen’.” I mused. Jimin’s cheeks turned pink and he shook his head with a laugh.

“Sorry. The girl at the park says funny phrases like that all the time. I hear it so often that I’m starting to pick up her speaking habits, I guess.” He explained. I recalled the girl he was talking about briefly from this morning’s conversation, right before things had taken a turn.

“You're so cute, Jiminie.” I teased, enjoying the way he turned even redder and how he pouted at me. Hobi had once referred to Jimin and I as a pair of cherries, insisting that we were always bright red from blushing.

"Hey, look, I'm sure the others understand like I do but, uh, you might want to apologize to Hobi and Joonie when they get home in a little bit.”

Hobi and Namjoon we're going arrive soon? How long had I been reading for?

“What time is it?” I questioned. Jimin and I both looked over to view the clock that hung up on the wall.

Oh crap, it was past 8 PM. Taehyung always came over at 8.

"Are you done studying? Since you're out of your room, do you want to hang out with us? We haven't all had a night to hang out in a while–"

"Oh! Uh, no! Sorry! I, uh, am still studying. I was just... taking a break. I'm sorry." I quickly rambled, closing the book that lay in front of me and hastily shoving it back into its appropriate spot in the shelf.

I slipped past Jimin quickly, "Good night!"

I hurried up the stairs and ran towards the closed door of my room. Opening the door, I slipped in silently shutting the door behind me.

In my room stood Taehyung, who was rummaging through one of the drawers on my dresser.

"Jimin is the flower angel, right?" Taehyung hummed, clearly preoccupied by the contents of my dresser. I nodded, slightly surprised that he remembered the specifics of my roommates. I had told him once a while back, but I didn't think he actually cared much.

Staring at Taehyung's frame, I took in what he was doing. I frowned. Was that... my underwear drawer?

Taehyung pulling out my favorite pair of cotton panties and waving them at me with a smirk answered my suspicions.

I squealed in surprise and shoved him away from my dresser. I made several grabs for my underwear, all of which proved to be futile as Taehyung raised them up and out of my reach.

"Taehyung!" I exclaimed in utter horror, trying my best to keep my voice down in case Jimin decided to come upstairs. This was so humiliating.

"I remember these." He laughed, causing me to freeze in place.

Images of Taehyung peeling that exact pair of underwear he had peeled off of me before placing his tongue against me flashed through my mind, causing my face to heat up.

"You pervert! Why are you going through my underwear drawer?" I chided, trying to fight off my blush.

Taehyung looked at me as if the answer was obvious, "I wanted to see what kind of skimpy lingerie you owned."

I scoffed in disbelief, reaching once more to try and retrieve the stole garment.

"Yes, well," I huffed, "I don't own any of those kind of things so please just return that to me."

Taehyung let out a laugh at my attempts to reach the highly held underwear. He took a step towards my dresser before placing the underwear back into its designated drawer.

"Shame. I really love lace. Not that your cotton panties aren't nice. I especially like the little pink bow on the front."

I placed my face into my hands, in disbelief but also in ungodly embarrassment. I heard Taehyung chuckle before prying my hands away from my face.

I glared at him as he intertwined our fingers.

"You're so fucking cute." Taehyung said, placing a soft kiss against a pink cheek of mine.

"Shut up." I muttered, trying to sound annoyed despite how content I was from his soft display of affection.

"You were late and I got bored so I went through your drawers. What were you and Jimin talking about?" Taehyung muttered casually, his lips peppering kisses along my jaw.

God, I had missed Taehyung doing these kind of things. Taehyung and I spent most of our nights outside and in the city, small moments of intimacy like these didn't occur often.

"Nothing important." I assured him, too concerned with the fact that his mouth was now pressed against the exposed skin of my neck to go into the details of Jimin and I's conversation.

"Are you sure?" He breathed, licking a hot stripe against my neck. I whined at the gesture, closing my eyes. I gripped his hands firmly.

"Yes."

Suddenly, Taehyung pulled away from me, leaving me confused and frowning. Taehyung simply smiled at me.

"Okay, let's go, then."

"Go where?" I whined, wanting Taehyung to go back to what he was doing just moments ago.

"There's an amusement park in town! Today is the first day and it's a Wednesday so it shouldn't be too crowded." He explain excitedly.

I remembered that Jane had made plans in advanced with a friend to go to this fair, back when I was her guardian. It was hard to believe how much time had passed since that day.

It was hard to believe just how much my life had changed.

Taehyung made his way to my window, which was now usually left open, because of him. Slipping his legs through the opening, he sat on my window sill. He looked at me expectantly.

"Shall we go, angel?" He asked, flashing me a boyish smile.

My life had definitely changed, but with Taehyung around, I couldn't help but feel as if it had changed for the better.

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The walk to the amusement park was a pleasant one. Taehyung talked the entire way, clearly far more excited about our outing than I was. I was excited as well, I had never been to an amusement park, but my thoughts couldn't help but be preoccupied.

I wasn't sure whether or not to tell Taehyung about Yoongi's visit to my house. Taehyung had a right to know about what his friend was doing behind his back, but I couldn't help but feel as if telling him would be a mistake.

Yoongi was convinced I was bad for Taehyung, and ruining his friendship with Taehyung would only further his grudge against me. At the end of the day, Yoongi was just worried about Taehyung. Anyone who cared about Taehyung that much couldn't be completely evil, right?

"Look, we're here!" Taehyung announced excitedly. Even if he hadn't announced it, the amusement park was hard to miss.

It was set up on the city's fair grounds, land set aside for things like festivals or concerts. I could see quite a few of the taller rides from our location; the sounds of screams and laughters filling the air. I felt myself start to grow more and more excited, the amusement park's aura infectious.

"Let's go!" I yelled happily, grabbing Taehyung by the hand and running towards the entrance.

We arrived panting, but I couldn't help but jump in place with excitement. Fluorescent lights illuminated the entire park and I stared at amazement at the arrangement of colors.

I went to look over to Taehyung to point out a particular ride, only to find the spot next to me empty.

What? Where did he go?

I opened my mouth to call out to him before I spotted him standing in line for ticket purchase. I skipped over to him.

"You're getting a ticket?" I questioned in surprise. Taehyung glanced over me before muttering a 'yes' under his breath. I almost asked him why he was whispering before I remembered that if Taehyung was getting a ticket then he was probably visible to humans right now. They could see and hear anything that he did.

I let out a sigh. No one could see or hear me so if Taehyung were to speak to me like he normally did, people would look at him strange.

So instead of speaking, I stood beside Taehyung, my hands clasped together behind my back as I waited in line with him.

I was surprised he was buying a ticket. I had assumed that he was going to turn invisible, being that demons had the option to control their visibility, and that he would slip in wordlessly with me.

We reached the ticket booth in no time at all, and even though I didn't want to draw attention to Taehyung by getting him to speak to me, I couldn't help but share my excitement.

"Ah, I'm so excited!" I squealed, spinning in place dramatically. Taehyung glanced over at me with a smirk before directing his attention to the man in the ticket booth.

Suddenly, I grew curious as to what was inside of the booth. Was there a bathroom in there? Where did he keep all the tickets?

I leaned over Taehyung, in order to look into the booth and see. All of this was new to me.

Taehyung let out a noise of disapproval and extended his arm out and to the side; to the average human it looked as it if he was stretching, but really he was pushing me out of the away.

"I want to see." I groaned with a frown. I looked behind Taehyung to see that the woman in line behind him wore an expression similar to mine as her two screaming children tugged on her clothes, desperately trying to gain her attention.

"One one-day adult ticket please." Taehyung asked politely. I let out an excited noise and watched as the man stared at the Taehyung for a moment before nodding and handing him a ticket and a thin bright orange slip of paper. Taehyung grabbed it out of the man's hand with a smile before moving towards the entrance. I frowned as I analyzed the exchange.

"Taehyung?" I asked, trailing after the moving demon.

Taehyung said nothing, instead handing over his ticket to one of the staff members monitoring the park entrance. Taehyung and I walked into the noisy area.

Taehyung took a look around at the busy scene laid our before us as he wrapped the orange paper around his wrist; the paper had some sort of adhesive built into it, turning it into some sort of make shift bracelet.

He finally turned towards me, "Yes, angel?"

"Did you pay for that ticket?"

Taehyung stared at me, his eyes widening for a moment before returning to normal.

"No."

"But... he gave you a ticket, anyway?" I pressed, having a feeling that I already knew exactly what had just happened.

Taehyung looked uncomfortable; he reached a hand over to rub the back of his neck.

"I kind of... made him give me a ticket. Not like forced him, but yeah– It's kind of hard to explain."

I knew exactly what he had done. He had slipped into that man's mind and told him to hand over the ticket without asking to paying for it. This was exactly what the chapter on Scelus had described.

"If you weren't going to pay for the ticket then why did you bother getting one at all? Couldn't you just have become invisible like I am and walked right in?" I asked, trying to sound less bother than I was.

I don't know why, but I had assumed that Taehyung didn't used his powers often. But seeing as how casually he just entered that guy's mind, I was beginning to rethink that assumption.

Taehyung gestured towards the orange bracelet on his wrist, "This bracelet guarantees us a spot on each ride. There is a limited amount of people that can fit on each ride, so if I have this, I can save a place for both you and I. Beats being invisible and sat on by humans, huh?"

Despite how uneasy I felt about Taehyung using his warped mind control on an innocent man, I couldn't help but admire how smart the blond boy was.

"Nice thinking." I complimented with a small smile, wanting to push my thoughts aside and just enjoy the night with Taehyung.

Taehyung smirked at me, "Beauty and brains, I've got both. You sure lucked out with me."

I let out a laugh before intertwining his arm with mine.

"Come on, you handsome genius. Let's go try our luck on some of those balloon games."

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Two hours had gone by and it would appear that angels were prone to something Taehyung had referred to as motion sickness.

Two rollercoasters and one spinning ride in, and I was efficiently nauseated. Taehyung had suggested we sat down to let my stomach settle, so I took refuge on a nearby bench.

"Are you feeling any better?" Taehyung peered down at me nervously, biting down onto his bottom lip. The moment I told him I felt dizzy, he turned into a panicked wreck, forcing water down my throat in case I was dehydrated, and buying me a lemonade in case my blood sugar was low.

"Yes, I'm fine. I just needed to sit down." I assured him with a nod. I really was feeling better, I just didn't know how to tell him that if I so much as looked at a rollercoaster, I might be sick.

"Shit, I'm so sorry. I ruined your first amusement park experience. I wanted to do all the extreme rides first before the lines got longer as the night went on." Taehyung sighed, sitting down next to me. He threw an arm around the back of the bench behind me and tilted his head to rest against mine.

I couldn't help but admire how cute he looked doting over me.

"It's not ruined!" I assured him. "I love spending time with you. Besides, that first rollercoaster was loads of fun. You know, before the nausea set in."

Taehyung rolled his eyes before smiling fondly at me.

"I love you." He told me. I couldn't have bought the flush off my face even if I tried.

"I love you, too." I told him, my voice still shaky every time I said it. I don't think I'd ever be used to getting to say it so freely.

Taehyung's eyes flashed down to my lips, and for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me. Instead he gave me a smirk.

"You up for one last ride?"

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The Ferris Wheel, as Taehyung had told me it was called, was some sort of enormous rotating metal circle. I had initially shot it down the moment I found out that it moved, but Taehyung assured me that it wasn't a ride as so much as a way to look over the park.

For whatever reason, no one seemed to want to go on it as the line was near nonexistent and Taehyung and I got an entire passenger car to ourselves.

I took a step onto the circular cabin and wobbled a bit as it rocked slightly. Sitting down, I watched as Taehyung climbed in after me, thanking the man who closed the door after us.

"Are we sure this is stable?" I asked, already feeling myself begin to grow nervous.

"Would I endanger your life, angel?" Taehyung responded, feigning hurt with a hand over his chest.

The Ferris Wheel had already began to move, slowly, taking us higher.

"Even if you wanted to, you couldn't on this thing. This is the slowest ride ever." I noted. My stomach, for one, was grateful for that.

Taehyung only laughed in response, intertwining his hand with mine. I looked down at our hands and smiled. I had been wanting to hold his hand all night, but I didn't want to draw attention to Taehyung by having him look like he was holding onto nothing.

I let out a sigh.

"You're not having fun, are you?" Taehyung said, sounding sad.

"No, I am! I promise you I am." I said, dismissing him with a shake of my head.

"Then why do you look so sad?" Taehyung pressed. I met his eyes for a moment before looking out over the passenger car. We were decently high up now.

"I dunno. It's just... being an angel is kind of lonely."

"Lonely? What do you mean?" Taehyung said, sounding confused.

I sighed, "It doesn't bother me too much, usually, but it's kind of a very isolating thing to not be able to be seen or heard."

"I can see and hear you." He remind me.

"Yeah, but they can't." I said, looking down at the scrambling bodies of the park go-ers. Each of them here for the sole reason of enjoying themselves and the company of others.

"Other angels can see me, of course, so it's not like I'm entirely invisible, but even here with you, I can't hold your hand or have conversations with you whenever. Because even though you know I'm here, they don't."

I took a moment to gather my thoughts.

"I'm supposed to protect those people down there. But I think the main reason why I can't is because a small part of me resents humans. I'm envious of them. I can pretend to run around and go on rides like I'm one of them but I'm not. It's an awful thing to be standing in the middle of a crowd of people and still be on the outside, never really apart of it."

I could feel Taehyung staring at my profile. The view was incredible now, we weren't even at the top but I could still see almost over every ride. The colorful lights swallowed the pieces of metal and plastic, leaving instead an ocean of flashing fluorescent color.

"I think of Jane and I think of memories I have with her; I think of Jane as a friend. But to her, I'm nothing. She’ll never know who I am." I turned to face Taehyung, my eyes beginning to water. "That's why I wanted to meet your friends that night at Limbo. Back then, I knew it was a bad idea to get involved with demons but... I dunno... it's just nice to have people who can see me– who know I'm there."

Taehyung took me surprise by grabbing both sides of my face to kiss me.

I reveled in the kiss, missing the feeling of his mouth against mine, but before I could move to deepen it, Taehyung pulled away.

"I'm sorry, angel."

I blinked.

"Why are you apologizing?" I said, tilting my head in confusion. Taehyung ran a thumb against my cheek, using the hand that was still cupping my face.

"I didn't know you felt like this."

I shrugged, "I never told you, it's not your fault for not knowing."

Truth was, I hadn't told anyone this. I didn't allow myself to think too much on these thoughts, finding it better to suppress my feelings. My self loathing only grew the more I realized that I thought like this.

"I know. It's just that all this time I thought all my problems would've disappeared if I just became an angel. I didn't know that angels had these kinds of thoughts. Even when you tried to tell me, I didn't fully understand. But now I do. And I'm sorry."

The Ferris Wheel came to a sudden stop and Taehyung and I turned away from each other to look out at the view. We were at very top now. From here, all those people looked so small, like they were just little insignificant dots and not the reasons behind my self loathing and insecurities.

"We're a pretty fucked up pair, aren't we?" Taehyung breathed, not taking his eyes off the view.

"Mm, maybe." I said, causing Taehyung to look at me.

"Or maybe we're the normal ones, and everyone else is fucked up."

Taehyung stared at me, eyes wide and I frowned once I noticed.

"What?" I inquired, confused as to why he was looking at me like that.

"Angel, you just cursed." He laughed.

This time it was my turn for my eyes to widen, "I did?"

Taehyung laughed again and nodded. I couldn't help but laugh along with him.

"I guess when you love someone you end up picking their speaking habits." I mused, leaning into Taehyung's side to nudge him.

"I really am tainting you, huh? It's not too late, angel, you can still fall out of love with me and save the chastity of your vocabulary. Chastity is a virtue, after all." Taehyung suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.

I smirked.

"Chastity is overrated."

Grabbing Taehyung by the collar of his shirt, I pulled him into me, wasting no time in deepening the kiss.

Taehyung let out a moan at my words and the sound alone was enough to encourage me to swipe my tongue against his bottom lip. Taehyung ran his hand into my hair and tilted his head so that his tongue could better meet mine.

He tasted like the cotton candy he eaten 20 minutes ago and I greedily accepted the taste.

I clutched onto the fabric of his black t-shirt liked my sanity depended on it because it did. If Taehyung pulled away now I didn't know what I'd do. One of Taehyung’s hands snuck up my torso and placed a careful squeeze on my breast.

I gasped away from the kiss, not expecting him to be so bold.

Suddenly, Taehyung grabbed both of my hips; he lifted me up and spun me around, placing me on his lap, my back pressed against his chest. Taehyung's mouth found my neck instantly and he bit down on it eagerly.

"No marks, Taehy–"

My words were cut short by the feeling of Taehyung prying my thighs apart.

He ran his fingertips down my inner thighs gingerly, and I shut my legs the moment I realized his final destination.

"Taehyung, not here." I squeaked. Despite my words, I grinded against Taehyung's hardening bulge. Neither my body nor Taehyung chose to listen to me.

Taehyung grabbed one of my legs and forced it to bend, setting my foot down on the seat, exposing myself.

"Shut up." He said, placing a small slap against my newly exposed inner thigh.

I made a mental note to stop wearing skirts and dresses around Taehyung all together.

Taehyung's didn't hesitate for a moment. He ran his long fingers up and down my clothed core, causing me to wriggle on his lap. I latched my hand around his wrist to pull his hand away but a firm rub against my clit seized my movements.

I whined lowly, hating that Taehyung had me in this position. It was humiliating. 

"Look at you, angel. Legs spread, letting me play with your pussy while you face everyone. You're fucking filthy." Taehyung scolded into my ear before taking my earlobe in between his teeth.

"N-No, I'm not." I whimpered, my eyes closing and my hips starting to move to meet his fingers’ movements.

"I can feel how wet your panties are. You like this, huh?" Taehyung teased. I could only moan in reply when his fingers once again found my clit.

I opened my eyes to see that we had descended and were nearly at the bottom of the Ferris Wheel. There at the bottom stood the worker that had closed to the door for us.

Oh, God.

"Taehyung, mm, you have to stop. T-There's someone at the bottom." I pleaded. My body was past the point of listening to me, so I prayed that my words would be enough to get Taehyung to stop.

To my horror and absolutely delight, Taehyung merely pushed aside my panties and sunk two of his fingers inside me.

I let out a squeak and threw my head back, resting it in the crook of his neck. This was so wrong.

"He can't see you, baby." He reminded me quietly as we reached the bottom and the Ferris Wheel came to a stop.

I clasped a hand over my mouth.

"You enjoy the ride?" The worker asked politely stepping forward to speak to Taehyung.

"Quite the view." Taehyung smiled back, not letting up the motions of his hands for a moment. Moans were slipping through the cracks of my fingers and it was ridiculous how wet I was.

The worker must have notice Taehyung's odd hand motions because he glanced down at where Taehyung's hand entered me.

Let out an embarrassingly loud moan and bucked my hips forward. I knew the man couldn't see me, to him it just looked like Taehyung was moving his hand oddly, but I couldn't help but imagine that he could see the way Taehyung was wrecking and stirring up my insides.

"Mind if I go for another round?" Taehyung asked, sounding unbelievable innocent despite what he was doing to me.

The worker's eyes flicked back momentarily to Taehyung's hand, looking slightly confused, before snapping back up to meet Taehyung's eyes, clearly not wanting to seem rude and stare.

Taehyung removed all fingers to rub at my clit. I moaned loudly, and raised a hand to hide my face, my face had never been this hot before.

"Sure thing. It's kind of a slow night anyways." The man laughed, stepping away from the passenger car to let it continue to move.

"Being invisible has its perks after all, huh?" Taehyung chuckled.

"I hate you so much." I cried out as Taehyung entered me once more, sinking in knuckle deep.

We had begun our ascend already and the worker was far below us but I could still imagine the man's eyes on me.

"No you don't. You loved it. I could feel the way you clenched around my fingers when you thought he looked at you."

Taehyung's dirty words only coaxed more moans from my mouth. He was making me feel too good for me to quip back some sort of response.

"Who knew my filthy little angel liked being watched." Taehyung hummed to himself, only further riling me up. I knew I wasn't going to last for very much longer.

"Remember the way you danced against me and Jungkook at Limbo... I bet you'd love it if I fucked you in front of him, hm?"

I moaned out at his filthy words, feeling my high nearing itself by the second.

"I'd fuck you so hard, angel. Just to show Jungkook what he can't have. You're mine." He growled, running his nose along the length of my neck. His free hand reached over to rub against my clit, and I nearly started sobbing.

"Ah– Taehyung!"

My climax hit me harder than I was expecting it to, and I wasn't sure if it was because of how public all of this was or because of Taehyung's filthy words.

My back arched and my thighs quivered, having effectively been turned into gelatin.

Taehyung continue to finger me through my release, only stopping once I stopped shaking.

"I missed the sounds of your moans, angel." Taehyung told me sweetly, pressed a kiss onto my cheek. I could only hum in response.

"Are you going to yell at me for finger fucking you in public once you regain the ability to speak?"

I nodded my head in agreement before pausing, and then shaking my head side to side.

"Is that a yes or a no?" Taehyung chuckled.

Taehyung put my leg back down and helped me pull my skirt back down.

"Taehyung." I began finally, turn in his lap to look at him.

"Ah fuck, here it comes. Okay I'm ready. You can yell at me now." Taehyung said, frowning as if to brace himself.

"Spend the night with me." I told him softly, my face slightly pink.

Taehyung looked at me in awe, clearly not expecting what I said at all.

"Really? Wait, why?" Taehyung said, eyeing me suspiciously. Taehyung had tried to sleepover multiple times, and I had shut him down every time, on the account that it was too risky; the boys could accidentally find out about him.

I laughed at his accusatory tone.

"Because," I began, wrapping my arms around his neck, looking up at him through my lashes, a small smirk on my lips.

"You missed the sound of my moans."

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WELP I GUESS MY APRIL FOOLS JOKE WAS MAKING YALL THINKING THEY WERE GONNA FUCC IN THIS CHAPTER LOL no but actually I felt like it would be too rushed if I did it in this chapter so next chapter it is. PLUS LIKE I THOUGHT OF THIS SCENE AND IT JUST NEED TO HAPPEN OKAY?? ily

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