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alonfic · 3 years

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in conclusion (i love you)

pairing: tsukishima kei x reader genre: college + fwb to lovers au | fluff, suggestive wc: 3,742 description: In which Tsukishima discovers that love can bloom in inconspicuous ways, even when you and him are supposed to be conducting a (not so) simple experiment. author’s note: cross-posted onto my ao3. still not sure if i’ll be posting here frequently, but i thought i’d see how i like it first.

Tsukishima doesn’t understand romantic relationships.

He thinks they’re illogical, impossible, and most of all, irrelevant. They seem like too much hassle when it comes to the ordeal of courting. From the hours spent preparing complicated banners for asking significant others out to the extensive search for gifts that are supposed to appease pointless “monthiversaries,” Tsukishima finds it all to be a waste of time.

Just acts for appearances. Sure, they’re cute, heartwarming even, but what does all of that show for anyway? What happened to qualitative experiences?

He ascertains that he may never truly understand what it means to love another person by modern day standards; for those standards are all full of overhyped bullshit trying to make a trending post on Twitter and Instagram. If avoiding those things means saving himself from love, then so be it. (Irrationality and heartache be damned!)

Tsukishima decides in his first year of university that he won’t do any of those things.

How? His friends ask, guffaws in tow.

He simply tells them that he won’t fall in love.

Not many people share in this same ideal, Tsukishima finds.

He can’t say he’s very surprised or disappointed to have his philosophy rejected, especially by those same friends who have questioned his goal, Yamaguchi and Hinata. They’re fools who deem love as something akin to fate’s gift.

Love is a choice, Tsukishima tells them, and this is his decision.

They think he’s being a little silly for not wanting to fall in love. They say he’ll get bit in the ass when he least expects it and he’ll go back on his word, but he hardly thinks that’s true.

If he doesn’t want to fall in love, then he won’t, and that’s perfectly okay. At the very least, you agree with him.

You have always understood him on wavelengths that others simply could not. You have always stood by his side when it came to debates on this matter, and even more so when he really thinks about it.

Tsukishima has been able to lean on you even in high school. Him being so introverted has made things difficult, and what he needed then was patience, something many people lacked, but unlike those people, you took the time to understand him and his struggles.

It’s made him grateful to you. Even now. Scratch that, especially now.

These days he isn’t just shooting you texts about how he could’ve let someone down easier. Sometimes it’s checking out hot pot places at 8PM on a Tuesday; other times, it’s going to the library until 5 AM because statistics midterms suck at an unbearable level, but you take the 8AM class with him anyway, just because it’s him, and General Education requirements may suck but they’re mandatory.

It’s also sharing jokes that no one else gets, and teaming up against the rest of the group when they heckle you two about being the only ones who sees love as the bane of both your existences.

Tsukishima has heard plenty of love advice and received Cosmopolitan articles on how to woo a friend from those same punks who think that love is given by chance. He has seen the knowing stares exchanged at kickbacks. Hell, he’s heard all the whispers, too. But it means nothing.

This is friendship. No matter what anyone else tries to insinuate, you both know it means nothing for either of you.

What you are together is simply platonic.

Friends, that’s all.

Somewhere along the way benefits become a factor for you two.

These are the sort of benefits that forgo late night convenience store runs for ramen and other delicious, overly processed foods that Yamagchi and Sugawara blanch at the two of you over. Instead it’s the kind that means heated kisses in one another’s bedroom and wandering hands in places very few people have become privy to in both your two-decades long reign on this planet.

And, it all starts over a simple experiment.

At least that’s what you and Tsukishima like to call it.

“Isn’t it stupid that Ennoshita would say that?” Tsukishima asks, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “We can be friends. How can he say it’s impossible for us to be just friends? I mean there’s nothing wrong with being attracted to one another, right? You’re good looking. I’m good looking. We’re acknowledging each other’s attractiveness.”

He pats the open space beside him on his bed, feeling it dip a little soon afterwards. You’re visiting him after he blew off the post-kickback get together. He shouldn’t be surprised that you came by to check on him.

You smile at him as one of your fingers pokes his cheek. “You sound awfully bothered over something that shouldn’t matter.”

He frowns at your nonchalant tone, even if you are messing with him.

Tsukishima has never been that particularly fond of other people telling him that his friendship with you is only the stepping stone to something more, that it would only be a matter of time before you two were calling one another cutesy pet names and holding hands for other reasons than as a precaution from getting lost in crowds, and that if he didn’t step up to the plate now, then he would lose you to someone else.

But how could he? If anything, you’ve been more against love than him. Seeing you with someone else is as impossible as seeing Hinata at Aone’s height. Possibly with some help, but still highly unlikely.

“I mean, aren’t you? So what if we’re attracted to each other? That doesn’t mean we’re going to start dating because of that.”

You hum in affirmation.

You know he has a point. It’s silly to expect two friends to date when both your admissions came as a result from a simple game of “truth or dare.” While it comes from a place of truth, it isn’t like either of you admitted to harboring deep-seated feelings for one another or anything. It’s simply an admission of truth.

He thinks you’re attractive, beautiful even, and it helps that you share the same opinion as him when it comes to love. And, you think he’s attractive, handsome even, and it’s because you both share the same opinion on love that he doesn’t have to worry about frivolous things like falling in love with you. Or you with him. Your dynamics just work like that.

“You know, there are other alternatives to relationships anyway, right?” you ask him, watching as he turns to face you on the bed.

“Like what? Hooking up?” He feels a little dumbfounded. The idea of hooking up with you never really occurred to him. Clearly not because he wasn’t attracted to you, but didn’t those end up… badly?

You nod.

Seeing the instant confusion wash over his face, you explain, “Yeah, hook-ups aren’t so bad. It’s like a one and done. It doesn’t even have to lead to anything more. It’s like a preliminary thing. Trial or whatever. We give it a go and if it doesn’t work out, then we can just go back to being friends.”

“And if it does? Work out, I mean,” he gulps. He doesn’t want to think of an option that means losing you or this friendship. But he’s intrigued, he wouldn’t have asked if he wasn’t, and you know it.

“Then we have one of two options.”

He blinks. “Which are?”

“Well, if it does, then we can continue and enjoy the fun. Or, we really fuck ourselves over and do exactly what our friends have been betting on for years.” You lean in closer, eyes alight with mischief and interest.

He feels a tug within him to concede, as if his own body knows its answer, while his mind’s doubts seem to lower in volume the longer he’s under your gaze.

“What do you say? Up for an experiment?”

He still has to ask: “And, what if we can’t go back from this?”

“I don’t know,” you whisper, eyes softening as you note his hesitancy. “Even that’s something I can’t answer. This is just a risk we both have to be willing to take. Truthfully, I’m in. But, are you? I-it’s okay if you aren’t, though, Kei. This was just a suggestion, of course—”

He doesn’t take a second longer to tell you his decision.

“I’m in.”

After all, it couldn’t hurt… right?

Tsukishima discovers many things in this time.

Things that he never really gave a second thought on. Somewhere between how you look bathed in moonlight with the curtains half-open to the just-right way you feel beside him, he realizes how soft your skin is, how low and husky your voice can get when you’re feeling a particular way, and how powerful you are.

There’s something enticing about you. Not just in the way you look bare, but the way you can make him feel even without the lack of clothing. He realizes that he enjoys the lingering taste of your lips against his, the heat that your fingertips leave behind, and the small voice you use when you call his name.

It’s normal, he tries to convince himself. This is how it should be.

It would be ridiculous to hate the way you feel or sound when it comes to him. And while that is true, that becomes a whole different matter when it bleeds into everyday life outside of the bedroom.

He swears there are moments where he can hear you say his name and you aren’t even in the room. His eyes catch sight of something familiar, at least enough to remind him of you, and suddenly you’re popping up front and center in his mind. He can’t help but smile, of course.

Even just the taste of last night’s kiss rears its head when he’s doing homework, suddenly taking him right back to that night you two shared talking about the latest fantastical escapade in his reading arsenal.

He believes the simplicity of these exchanges is the best part of this entire experiment.

Being able to switch between friendship and, well, sex. And he isn’t sure if the consistent exposure to your presence has brought him to think of you constantly or if it’s some other seed blooming in the vestiges of his chest. He can’t say. Partially because he’s scared to. Because admitting to the second possibility means changing something good, something normal. And change, in this regard, often means a relationship. One that he isn’t sure if such feelings will truck through or crash and burn the moment he mentions it.

Instead when you call out his name, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows and a fingertip tapping his cheek, he flashes one of his heartwarming smiles your way and brushes aside the concern.

“It’s nothing,” he tells you. “I’m fine. Everything is perfect.”

And while you aren’t convinced, you simply nod and take note to ask another day.

The thing that bothers Tsukishima most is being fickle.

He doesn’t like being fickle. He knows it is transcribed in the stars that he is a fickle being. And it doesn’t help that everyone is constantly telling him that he is indecisive. He knows already. He knows it well. He hates it, but only when it comes to you.

He is never indecisive with you. Well, only because you’re the assurance he needs when it comes to decision-making. Maybe it’s your influence. You’re bullheaded and more self-assured than Patrick Verona from “Ten Things I Hate About You.” (Mind you, you’re the one who forced him to watch it. And, fortunately, he wound up loving it.)

He constantly thinks about how opposed those two main leads are about love, simply because it is exactly against what everyone else expects from high school teenagers. They don’t conform to the status quo. They make their own status quo. Perhaps that is where Tsukishima garnered such a strong stance against love from. Partially from the movie and mostly from you.

While everyone is banking on your relationship to become more than just friends, he truly can’t help but consider the possibility of a ‘more’ with you anymore. He realizes this when he sees you underneath the incandescent fairy lights hanging around your room.

Your tranquil visage, how effortless you look sporting one of his T-shirts with a giant crescent moon on the back, and the way your limbs so effortlessly remain entangled. This is comfortable. This is… right.

He doesn’t stop himself from brushing aside the stray locks covering your face. Normally, he might like to turn over and occupy another part of the bed, but he prefers to remain where he is with you in his arms, just so he can listen for your soft and steady breathing like his own personal lullaby. If he was brave enough, he probably would’ve kissed your cheek.

Truthfully, if he were in a relationship with you, he truly wouldn’t mind. Not even a little bit.

Realization strikes him then. A simple, yet vital question crosses his mind, one that he hadn’t thought needed to be asked before—could you feel the same way about him?

Tsukishima doesn’t have any other answer besides I don’t know.

When Tsukishima said he could never be as irrational as any other lovestruck fool, he never imagined what it would be like to see you in the arms of another man.

Given, this is a man he knows well. Trusts, even. He can’t help but feel a large pang in his chest when Kuroo spins you around on the dancefloor. It’s a drunken habit that everyone either loves or hates depending on their sobriety levels, but even while sober, you seem to bask in this treatment with glee.

It makes Tsukishima grumble under his breath, “What’s so good about him anyway?”

He doesn’t ask anyone in particular and expects no one to answer him back, but a nudge and a pointed look from Sugawara tells him that his ruminations have not gone unnoticed.

Sugawara nods his head in your direction. “You finally realize you’re in love with her?”

“W-what? I am not in love… with her,” he says. It’s all weak and unconvincing.

The smirk on the silver-haired man’s face says it all, much to Tsukishima’s annoyance.

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You’re thinking about it.” He doesn’t want to say it aloud. He hardly feels right feeling what he does when you probably don’t even feel the same way anyway.

“What am I thinking that has you so peeved, Tsukishima?” Sugawara raises his eyebrow. “The truth?”

The tone elicits a wince from Tsukishima, making him frown. Not that he’s unhappy, he’s just frustrated that the proverbial cat is now out of the bag.

Tsukishima simply shakes his head, wanting nothing more than to escape from the scene. Maybe go home and burrow away into his bed, away from all of this. Afterparty milk tea trip with the rest of the group be damned. Did he really have to go when he was this emotionally compromised? Stewing right here just spells trouble, and not just for him, but for your friendship with him as well.

“You should just be honest, dude. None of this ‘experiment’ bullshit. You both lost. Own up to the results.”

Tsukishima raises an eyebrow at Sugawara. The rest of the party seems to cease with more drinks getting passed around, which he receives one quite graciously. “What are you talking about ‘both?’ It’s just me. I fell first.”

Sugawara snorts.

Tsukishima shoots him an accusatory glare, but when he receives nothing in response, he chugs down the red Solo cup without thinking of what’s inside.

The mixture kind of tastes like shit, and it makes him feel even worse, because now his mind won’t stop fixating on you and Kuroo. A match that could be made in heaven.

The dark-haired man has always been handsome, adorable at times, funny without trying particularly hard, caring, and worst of all, certain. God, was Kuroo a certain bastard. He always seemed to know what he wanted. He did as he pleased and got whatever he set his heart on too.

It’s cruel, really. The way fate has metaphorically bit him in the ass like Yamaguchi and Hinata predicted.

Tsukishima can’t stand the thought that maybe you would choose Kuroo’s sauve side tonight. He particularly dislikes that he really did lose his chance thinking that this experiment would last forever. A few months should’ve sufficed. Should’ve. But only an idiot would let something as good as you be a temporary fling.

“Maybe I’m the idiot,” he mutters, shutting his eyes.

Sugawara doesn’t respond immediately, in fact, he doesn’t respond at all. Instead a voice he swears is yours does.

“Who’s an idiot?” Fingertips digging into his sides are unlike Yamaguchi or even Sugawara. In fact, these ones are all too familiar, even with two layers of clothing blocking access to his bare flesh. “Kei?”

When he looks at the perpetrator, he nearly tumbles over to see you in Sugawara’s place.

You immediately steady him by interlocking one of his arms with yours, and it’s only you. No Kuroo trailing behind you. No Sugawara in sight either. It’s just you and him walking toward an empty section of the house. Milk tea trip really be damned, you seemed to tell him.

“Are you alright?” He notices you make eye contact with Yamaguchi before you two round the corner into the surprisingly unoccupied hallway.

Tsukishima’s begrudgingly grateful that Kageyama’s place is a lot spacier than he remembers. It’s enough that he’s been granted some relief—no trip or an audience to bear witness to his major crash and burn.

He sighs. “N—yeah. Er, no.”

“Yes or no? Which it is.” You flash him a half-smile as he sways inside the empty guest bedroom.

He looks around after noting just how quiet it is without the thumping bass of music or the chatter of others drowning out just about everything else. It feels bare here somehow.

He shakes his head.

“Why?” Your eyebrows screw together. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“I fucked up,” he whispers. Looking from the beige walls covered bare of any sentiments, he meets your softened gaze. “I fucked up the experiment.”

“How did you do that?”

“T-the results are inconclusive. I can’t continue, because,” he rubs the back of his head, “well, I caught feelings.”

The surprise is evident on your visage, even from the weak lighting created by the moon and street lamp outside. But he can’t deny seeing the sight of a smile beginning to grace your features either. Amusement, he can discern with absolute certainty. Relief, dare he say? All of the things he never imagined in any of his scenarios about this moment.

“Leave it to you to be able to use big words when you’re buzzed.”

“It’s true. We can’t continue this. I mean I’d love to have something with you, but this isn’t a one and done for me. Not anymore. Maybe not ever.”

“Really? You mean that?” Even though you won’t say it directly, he knows there’s a huge burden of thoughts on your mind from the way your bottom lip gets captured by your teeth.

“Yeah, I mean it. I—I can’t pretend that I don’t love you anymore. I just can’t. I don’t think I ever expected to feel this way for anyone, but spending so much time with you in and out of bed has shown me that whatever shit I said before has gone completely out of the window. I mean I’m not asking you to be with me if that’s not what you want, but if at all, you feel something too, then…” He can’t help but fiddle with his fingers. Why is his heart beating so loudly? Can’t you hear it?

“You love me?”

He swears then that you probably can.

Slowly, he nods. “I don’t know how I came to love you exactly, but it just struck me when you were sleeping. It felt right that you were beside me. Easy and comfortable, even. I debated so hard about what these feelings were when it came to you. I didn’t think I could like someone this much. But I just do. I just love you for you, for being there... for existing.”

The last part has his cheeks burning, and Tsukishima can’t help but look away to save himself the humiliation of looking like a fresh tomato. You laugh when he does this, and he can’t even help himself from trying to catch a glimpse.

He loves your soft exhale, it’s one that he relishes in. Somehow you don’t look as perturbed or aghast as he expects. If anything, you look quite content. It makes him wonder if Sugawara was right, if everyone else was right all along.

He asks, “Well, what do you say?”

This time you laugh again. A much louder, but he can’t help but break out into a broad grin, because the atmosphere feels lighter than any tension breaking to grip the room. He knows without being told.

“Only you, Kei. Of course, I love you too.”

His heart swells, and a greedy part of him wants to hear you say it again. “Really?”

You nod and look at him as if there couldn’t possibly be any other answer out there. “There’s no one else in this world that could understand me the way you do. No one could touch me like you, make me laugh like you, and certainly not watch ‘Ten Things I Hate About You’ five million times with me like you.”

“Five million and one times,” he corrects.

His fingers shyly brush away the hair threatening to cover your face, and he refuses to be denied that luxury. Not when he can’t seem to get enough of you. He can’t even bear to move his hand away after he’s done it. “And I’d watch it over and over again with you, by the way.”

“Good.” You smile at him, cupping your hand over his. “I’m glad we finally came to a conclusion on this.”

“Even if it means getting ‘I-told-you-so’s’ and teased to all hell?” He smiles when you nod. “Good, ‘cuz I don’t think I’d have it any other way.”

“Yeah, me either,” you say, leaning in to peck his lips. Of course, he returns the gesture (and then some).

(The room is empty, after all.)

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cosmiclatte28 · 3 years

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Nightmare (Mark x reader)

Angst, major character is terminally ill (no need to proceed if you’re not comfortable with this, head to masterlist and see other works instead)

a/n : I swear this started as just a fluff or comfort for mark with a bad dream, but it took a toll and I ended up with an angst.. but ofc the end is not sad. I tortured you enough with the storyline.

warning : language and illness

Prepare to slap me with keyboard smash as I once again tried to make an angst but it’s not enough to make you cry...

tagging @neopalette

-- here we go --

“Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream,” you shush your first and last as he shakes under the moonlight clinging into your shirt for dear life. “None of it was real Mark.” You run a hand on his hair while the other rubs soothing circles on his back.

His shoulder stops shaking but he’s still sobbing and controlling his breath.

“Sorry, I am so sorry.” He buries his head into his palm and sobs louder. You feel your heart aches as you see your love just cries there because of another bad dream for the fourth time this week but you cannot help him other than calming him down.

You’ve known Mark for six years, lived with him for three years and this is something you’ve never seen before.

“Calm down, follow me breathe Mark,” you squeeze his hand to get his attention to start copying your breathing.

“There, there.” You pull him to your hug and he leans into your shoulder like he really is afraid something will just snatch him away from you.

“Drink first?” you bring him a glass of water you kept on your bedside and Mark slowly gulps the water down.

“Thank you-“ he whispers with his croaky voice hoarse from crying.

You want to ask him what is it about, four consecutive nights with Mark just waking up in the middle of the night crying because of his dream. You know better not to ask for he will answer you and that will make him harder to sleep.

“I am messed up, sorry (y/n),” he looks up to you with his red eyes and you see fear in them.

“It’s just another nightmare Mark, don’t give it a damn.” You smile and half lay down your body on the pillow before pulling him to rest his head on your chest so he can listen to your steady heartbeat. His eyes are open, piercing to the ceiling. Your fingers still run over his hair as you calm him down.

“I am afraid,” he murmurs after some time of silence.

You hum, so he knows you’re still awake and attentive.

“Afraid of what? You prepared a lot for your comeback, you’ll do great.” You smile feeling proud whenever you remember how hard he works for the coming project.

Mark’s lips tremble, for the last four days he always sees the same scene playing in his head. Something that makes him cry and jumps up awake lately.

There in his dream he vividly remembers you being snatched by a white light while he is forced to leave with a black shadow dragging him away from you even when he tries to take himself off and hold on to you, he can’t. He feels himself dragged into a dark pit where he can’t see you and before he knows what happens next, he always wakes up crying and panting. Then you would wake up and do the same cycle, calm him down, give him water, and stay up with him until he sleeps.

“Let’s get married.” Mark impulsively says and you shoot your eyes open, before giggling “What kind of joke is this again? Is this April fools?” you stop playing with his hair and instead runs your hand slowly to hug his waist.

Mark shakes his head as he moves his body so he is facing you and your eyes. He scoots closer and you can see his eyes glassy “I said, let’s get married.”

You shake your head “We can’t,”

“Why?” he cuts you in before you can say anything.

“Because-“ you bite your lips. No, you cannot tell him why. He won’t like it. You look down to the sheets between you.

“Why? Why (y/n)? We’ve been wanting this since forever!” Mark frantically touches your face so you can keep your eyes on him.

“You just woke up from a bad dream Mark, we’re not talking about this now. Please go to bed. You’re not in your right mind. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You break your eye contact and turn your back on him

Mark freezes on his spot when he sees how your small shoulder looks weak and starts to shake slightly. Did he make you cry? His hand longs to touch your hair and rakes them like you did to him, but he remembers the day you told him you don’t feel comfortable with it. So he pulls his hand back.

He tries to reach for you but you pull the blanket to cover your body more before he had the chance.

Mark finally falls back to sleep after trying to figure out his dream which he gives up after ten minutes.

You cry in silence, afraid that Mark will see you sobbing alone. No, Mark should never know how much time you have left.

“Doctor, can I skip today’s session?” you quietly make a call to someone early in the morning on the kitchen before Mark wakes up.

“I have something more important to do.” You lied. Well you have no plan, you just don’t feel like taking in more chemicals into your body despite the experts saying it will saves you by some months.

“Please, I’ll be back for the next session. Promise.” You close your eyes as you feel your head spins again.

“Thank you-“ you say before quickly pushing the phone off and taking several pills into your mouth and pushing them with water.

“Honey? You okay?” Mark asks when he sees you gripping on the sink in the toilet with your phone on the floor.

You shake your head and fake a smile and look at Mark from your blurry vision full of tears “I am okay. Just washing my face.” You quickly pretend to splash water to your face.

“Oh, okay. Just let me know if you need anything.” He gives a small smile before leaving you alone.

Mark glances one more time to the pillow you slept on tonight, that’s an unusual amount of hair loss. Are you stressed? Why did he find a lot of hair falling on your side of the bed?

“I’ll be home for dinner.” Mark says before tucking on his shoes.

You nod “What do you want to eat? I don’t really want to cook maybe we can go out?” you ask, hoping he has the time.

Mark thinks for a while “Sure, I can do that. Where do you want to eat?”

You smile “Our first date place?”

Mark giggles “Sushi? You love that so much! Okay book a place for two for seven?” Mark asks and you nod. He presses a kiss on your lips before raising his hand to ruffle your hair only to pause mid-air when he remembers you also asking him to not play with your hair.

“See you, love you!” Mark kisses you one last time and then disappearing behind the door.

You finish your breakfast and gulp some more pills. “For Mark,” you whisper to yourself as you refill your medicine box with pills.

“It’s the same nightmare hyung-“ Mark shares his thought again to Taeyong today when the leader notices something off with their Mark.

“Have you tried asking her? Maybe she knows something about the dream?” Taeyong tries his best to help his brother. Seeing Mark sad and frustrated is hurting him.

“I can’t, she is also weird lately. Look, she doesn’t even want to answer my invitation to get married.” Mark suddenly changes topic and their leader is shocked about this.

“Woah that was fast. Maybe she wants a romantic one, not an impulsive one like what you did.” Taeyong shrugs his shoulder.

Mark nods “Maybe, you’re right. I’ll do it rightly. Thanks hyung.”

“Anytime Mark.” Taeyong forces a smile before burying his face to his palm after the guy is out. Did you really not tell him about your condition?

“(Y/n), as much as I love to cover up for you. You have to tell him. He’s your lover, he deserves to know it” Taeyong calls you the second he assures himself Mark is not around to eavesdrop.

“I will hyung, thank you just wait for some more time.” You bargain.

“Okay, just… I am sure he will be sad if you never tell him the truth.”

“Where is Mark?” Taeyong asks when he gathers the member to evaluate today’s practice.

“Gone to buy a ring.” Johnny shrugs his shoulder and Taeyong just lets him be.

Meanwhile Mark is rushing through the mall to get a diamond ring you’ve once mentioned to him. Taeyong’s right, he thought. You’re not answering him because he is not holding a ring. How silly of him.

You put on your first date dress, style your hair slowly and you put on your smile before finally taking a cab to the sushi place you first met Mark.

He was already seated in your reserved place. He looks stylish in his light blue shirt and his hair styled nicely.

“Hey, sorry for waiting.” You take your seat across him.

He doesn’t mind waiting for you. Both of you start talking about what happened today. Mark tells you about the practice and you just tell him you’re staying at home enjoying your day.

“I have something to say-“ both of you confess at the same time and stop at the same time “You first-“ both of you say that again and chuckle in embarrassment.

“You go first-“ Mark lets you have the chance and you contemplate. Should you tell him the truth? But if not now, when? What if time is cruel to you?

You take a deep breather and open your eyes “Mark, I am so sorry.” You start off.

He looks at you with a questioning face, “Sorry? What for?” he suddenly feels nervous, is this the part where you’ll confess you don’t love him anymore or maybe you cheated on him? Or he sees you walk with someone else and accuse him of cheating and then breaking up? Is this it? Mark has so many in his head but he’s nervous as he sees you also nervous to confess.

“What for sweetie, tell me..” Mark tries to reach for your hand but you hide them in your lap.

You close your eyes and spit the truth, (here goes nothing, you thought) “I am dying Mark.”

He opens his eyes wide, mouth shutting and opening like a fish, are you joking right now, is this a payback

“What? No- you’re-“ he stutters when you pull out your medicine box and show him your arm you’ve been hiding under long sleeves shirts.

Mark reaches out for your hand and examine the traces of needles on your skin. He shakes his head, is this what he is seeing in his dream? Is this the answer to the nightmares?

“I am so sorry-“ you weep, trying your best to not break down in front of him, but you can’t… not when you see how broken he looks like right now.

“Why? Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks softly, still remembering how you don’t like to get yelled at.

You feel tears falling, “I knew them too late Mark, stadium 4.” You try to smile from your pain but you can’t stop crying not when Mark starts to cry too.

“No baby, no no you-“ He squeezes your palm when he sees you cry louder

“You can get treated, come on we’ll find the best doctor.” Mark already stands to your side and sits on your empty spot and hugging you close and tight.

He feels how skinny you’ve changed and his hand brushes your hair before noticing them falling down. He curses at himself for not noticing this sooner. You suddenly avoiding foods, not wanting him to touch your hairs, the fallen hairs on your bed side, your morning routine in the toilet. Your constant disappearance when he has tight schedules or tours. You must’ve been on the hospital when he has tours. That’s how you are always homed when he is home.

Mark feels his world falls apart. How come he did not know this. How come he lets you walk through this alone.

“How long baby?” he asks and you whisper “Last year I was diagnosed.”

He curses in his heart “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? You were fighting alone? If I know, I’d fight with you honey.” He tries to stop his crying but his tears can’t stop falling down.

“Sorry. I am so sorry Mark. I love you, I don’t want you to worry.” You hug him tighter.

Mark pats your back “Hey, you not telling me just makes me worry more. I even got bad dreams about this.” He shakes his head “Honey, tell me you’re doing something to cure this?”

You nod “I did, but they can’t. I just have months Mark.” You cry louder and that hurts Mark’s heart more than getting scolded by his trainer.

“Hey, don’t say that. Miracles happen. We’ll get through this. You’ll have more than months. I am here for you always.” Mark squeezes your shoulder as he sucks his tears in. No come on mark you got to be strong.

“I am not going to lose you honey. Tell me what we can do, I’ll do it with you.” He pulls back to see your face.

“Stop crying, we’ll get through this okay?” he wipes a tear that falls from your eyes.

You nod, though you know there’s not much left and nothing else can be done… you nod so Mark lee can be happy again.

“Now, as a promise. I will give you this.” He pulls out the box of ring he bought earlier, and you gasp “No way,” you close your mouth.

Mark smiles “Come on, I got the ring.” He pulls out the perfect diamond ring and slip it into your finger “I promise to be by your side as we both fight together.” He kisses you knuckles, and you cry louder. He pulls you to another hug “I heard people survive this when they have hope, faith and supports from their loved ones. Let me be in your survival story, I want to cross out our bucket list we made together.” He squeezes your hand, and you force a smile to your face. Mark totally makes you feel better. You will be ready even if you have to die now.

“I don’t deserve you, Mark.” You murmur.

He shakes his head “You deserve me, I deserve you. We are made for each other. Now, we will promise each other to walk together through storms and rainbows side by side. Don’t leave me and I won’t ever leave you, my first and last.” Mark kisses your temple, and you melt into his touch.

He is indeed something you’d never trade for in this world. Even if someone offers you a longer life, you will not ever trade it if Mark is not there.

end.

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princess-of-riviaa · 4 years

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The Tonight Show

Request 1 by anonymous: Hi hi my darling! How are you? I hope you're ok and I hope you have a great weekend. So, I've never requested anything before, and it's ok if you don't appreciate what I'm about to ask, but I've never seen anyone writing about a hot night with Henry in Brazil. You know what I mean? Summer, samba, the sea, caipirinha, that mystic moonlight (he loves Brazil, and Brazil LOVES him). Thanks for reading 💙

Request 2 by @lunedelorient: Reader writes a fantasy book. Henry discovers the story and convince Charlie, they have to produce a movie. Both met Reader, and Henry falls madly in love for her, (because she is as awesome as her book). And filming just made them closer and closer. Charlie, who knows his bro likes her (but is too scared that this doesn’t work like his other relationships) starts to give her clues, and since she likes him back, decided to let him know he can ask her out. On a very sexy way. The movie is a hit, so they have a very busy promo tour. One of the stops is Lipsync Battle. Henry doesn’t know she is the queen of Lipsync, so she used it for her plan.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Melanie)

Author’s Note: i’m so sorry if I didn’t get your requests down just right. I allowed the story to flow how it wanted to and this was what happened! So I hope you both still enjoy!

Summary: Henry finds himself falling for the writer of the latest film he’s working on. One night in Brazil, those feelings are finally acted on.

Warning(s): mentions of alcohol, fluff (surprisingly)

Word Count: 1,568

HENRY

She circles her hips, and I swear I’m hypnotized. The way she moves… it’s like the music is a part of her, flowing from her swaying hips and shaking arms. She’s a fucking goddess.

I move in my seat, hoping my hard on isn’t obvious under these low streetlights. Brazil was a bad idea. This girl is full of bad ideas, yet for some reason I seem to go along with every single one.

It started with that stupid interview. I should have known she was up to no good when I first saw her in that tight cocktail dress that did nothing to hide the teasing shape of her ass and the luscious bounce of her tits. I’d ignored my feelings up until then; but on the night, she was irresistible.

I guess if I’m going to explain myself, I should start at the beginning. Ten months before the interview. The day the script for A Hunted Crown landed in front of me and my casting agent convinced me to go for the lead role. It was a brilliant script, full of twists and heart-wrenching scenes, as well as characters that jumped off the page and became real, fleshed-out people. According to my agent, the book this movie was based on was even better. So, obviously, I had to audition. There was no way I would give up a chance to be a part of something like this. Not only could it make my career, but as a fantasy lover I know that finding a genuine story these days is harder than finding a needle in a haystack.

The only problem: she was at the audition. Her pseudonym was Little Lady, but I learned that day that her real name was Melanie. I was a few years her senior, but damn if she didn’t make me feel like I knew nothing about the world. Not in a condescending way--she was so sweet and genuine, it was adorable--but in a way that she knew so much about everything and I knew so little compared to her. I spent most of our brief, five-minute conversation trying not to gape in awe at her brilliance. I was glad she wasn’t in the actual audition room, otherwise I would have been too distracted to do my audition any good.

But five days later I got the call; I’d been casted as the main character. Cue three months of training and six months of filming. Melanie was on set everyday. She became a familiar face I enjoyed seeing all the time. We bonded through our love of fantasy and other nerdy things. Though I quickly began to memorize trivial things like how she ate a green apple with her lunch everyday, or how she giggled uncontrollably when she was tired after a tedious day of reshoots, or how her clumsiness made me yearn to look out for and protect her, I forced myself to stay focused on the film. Just get through filming, then I can let my mind wander.

Filming ended too soon. I found myself grateful that she was going to Brazil with the main cast to promote the movie (we’d shot ninety percent of the film in the mountains of Serra do Mar, just outside Rio, and the director had roots there, so we were doing half our promoting there and the rest of it back in the states) and even happier when they paired me with her for almost every interview we did.

Until The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallen. He had us do a lip sync battle. On his show, it was a tradition that he battled against his guest for the night, but since he had both me and Melanie, we were put against each other. And of course she had to choose songs that weren’t even discreet about all their sexual innuendos, and of course it had to be right then and there that I learned she knew how to move her body. It took everything in me not to drag her backstage and take her right then. Somehow, though, I managed to contain myself. I lost the battle, but for once in my life I had been too preoccupied with other things to care about winning.

I won’t be able to contain myself tonight. Not with how she’s dancing. Not with the way she’s looking directly at me, like she’s doing all of this for me. Not with how hard I already am.

… MELANIE

My pulse races, though I know it’s not from all the dancing. It’s from Henry. It’s from the way he’s looking at me right now--like he wants to devour me. The look makes adrenaline pump through my veins, mixed with just the right amount of nerves, and I force all of that into the dance. One thing most people don’t know about me is I dance as well as I write. Henry is completely entranced by my movements and something in the air--maybe it’s the amount of beer we’ve already had, or all the couples grinding and making out around us, or just the romantic atmosphere of Brazil itself--tells me that tonight I’m finally going to get what I’ve been waiting for.

I reach out for his hand and drag him from his seat before he can protest or I can think logically about what I’m about to do. I lead him to the middle of the dancing crowd before starting to dance again. He hesitantly begins to dance along with me. Before my mind can halt me in my tracks, I turn my back to him and begin to dance in front of him, swaying my hips like I’m dangling a treat in front of his nose. I gasp when I feel his hands slide around my hips and pull me against him. We fall into a steady rhythm, swaying our hips together, and with every movement my heart beats harder in my chest.

Henry nudges my ear with his nose, sending a shiver down my spine as he tells me, “I never knew you could dance like this.”

I throw my head back until it rests on his shoulder, his thick muscles flexing and unflexing with each of his movements. “You never asked,” I reply. “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, Henry.”

His right hand lets go of my hip and moves to rest on my stomach. My back is now flush with his chest. It’s an intimate gesture, one that sends heat straight to my face and my core. Butterflies dance just under my skin where his hand rests. I want to know how it will feel when he moves his hand lower.

“I want to know those things. I want to know you inside and out, Melanie,” he whispers in my ear, and I become a puddle of desperate want.

I spin around to face him, my lips parting when I see how dark his gaze has become--and how he can’t look anywhere but at my lips. He closes the distance between us until we share one breath.

“Tell me to stop,” he breathes. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

“I can’t,” I reply, my voice shaking. “I’m not a liar.”

And then he closes that last half-inch of space between us and brushes his mouth against mine. It’s a hesitant kiss, a mere brush of two nervous mouths, but my heart is still in my throat and my hands are still shaking at my sides. Henry finally closes his mouth over mine and deepens the kiss, applying much needed pressure to my mouth. An embarrassing moan claws its way from the back of my throat. Henry can no doubt hear it. But instead of laughing or pulling away, he wraps an arm around my back and pulls me as tight against him as I can possibly be. My hands reach up to cling onto his dark curls. He whispers a soft fuck and I swallow the noise greedily. Our tongues collide and make a dance of their own--a dance of giving and taking, of claiming and exploring.

Henry pulls back, albeit reluctantly, and rests his forehead against mine. We both stand in silence for a minute, attempting to catch our breath. “We should go back to the hotel,” Henry sighs.

I nod. “Yeah, that’s a good idea.”

How the hell can one kiss be that mind-blowing? I can barely think, barely stand without my legs shaking, barely breathe. I never want him to stop kissing me.

He gives me a soft smile as his fingers loop through mine and he guides me out of the crowd and back onto emptier streets. The hotel is only two blocks away so we walk back in tense silence. Everyone--the director, the three main actors of the movie, and me--all have our own rooms, but tonight I stay in Henry’s. It’s the same as mine--single bed, bedside table, bathroom--but it’s so much more appealing than my room. Maybe it’s because, after a week of staying here, the smell of Henry is in the sheets.

“Do you want to stay?” he asks as we make our way inside.

I nod a simple yes at him. That’s all he needs before he kisses me again, slowly moving towards the bed.

Neither one of us get any sleep that night. I couldn’t be happier about it.

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catgirlnoire · 4 years

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In The Moonlight

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Trans girl Ladybug AU

Rating: General Audiences

Words: 1371

Summary: Ladybug, having trouble coping with a dysphoric night, calls Chat Noir and asks for his company. She needed to be Ladybug and she needed a friend. Not knowing what’s wrong, Chat Noir attempts to cheer up his partner with his charm.

Ladybug had called Chat Noir out on a late Thursday night and while the night itself was gorgeous, the atmosphere was stiff. Something was wrong and Chat could tell.

“You’re awfully quiet tonight, milady. Something on your mind?” Chat inquired, offering an ear to his partner.

“Just feeling lonely,” she lied, “Needed a friend. Thanks for coming out.”

Just needed a friend? No something’s up. She’s very clearly down but doesn’t want to talk about it. Purrhaps I can do something to cheer her up, nothing a little signature Chat Noir charm can’t fix, he thought, his face dawning a small smirk.

Chat waited a few minutes before turning on the charm. When she still hadn’t said anything after ten minutes, Chat decided it was time, “You know Bugaboo, moonlight really does your beauty justice. It makes your eyes shine like they belong in the sky,” there was no response from the young hero. No giggle followed by shutting him down or her rolling her eyes at his comments, either of which Chat was expecting, better step it up, he thought.

“And your hair’s like the sea, glimmering under said moonlight, rippling in the wind,” still no response, “And your dimples… I don’t actually have a simile for them I just they’re cute. And your lips, soft and warm like the colours of a sun-.”

“Chat, stop,” Ladybug half whispered attempting to hold back a sob, “Nothing you said about me is true.”

“I assure you, milady, everything I said is true.” Was it something I said, I don’t think I said anything too out of the ordinary.

“That’s not what I meant. I’m lying,” Ladybug gestured at her body, “All this is a lie, I look nothing like this outside of the suit. There’s no beauty for the moonlight to bring out. You wouldn’t like me if you saw me outside the suit. No one does.”

“Ladybug, that’s absurd. Sure our transformations change aspects of us, a feature here and there, but nothing that drastic. I’m sure plenty of people like you. You’re the prettiest-”

“I said stop, Chat!” Tears streamed down Ladybug’s face as she talked, “You don’t know me as a civilian. You don’t know what I’m like without the suit! Everything changes: my voice, my face, my hair, my body. Everything. Chat I'm…” Ladybug paused, looking down at the city below her.

“You don’t need to tell me anything, Bug. I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable,” Chat resigned, beginning to stand up when a hand caught his wrist.

“No, Chat, wait. I want to tell you so please sit back down let me explain this,” Ladybug wiped the tears from her eyes and took a deep breath as Chat retook his seat.

“I’m all ears, milady. Whenever you’re ready,” Chat waited patiently until she was ready to speak, she was taking deep breaths, clearly nervous but she looked determined.

“Chat, I’m trans. I haven’t started transitioning in any way so when I say my Miraculous changes everything I mean everything. I’m not this beautiful girl you think I am, I look nothing like this. It’s all the Miraculous’s magic and it’s honestly liberating. I love it, it’s the only time I feel like myself but when you compliment me on my appearance I’m reminded this is all an illusion, that you wouldn’t be saying that if you knew what I really looked like and it hurts.”

“I had no idea. I’m sorry I hurt you. I swear I will never make you feel like that again, milady.”

Ladybug let out a sigh of relief, “You’re the first person I’ve told. I didn’t think it would go this well. I thought there was a chance you might hate me for deceiving you or something.”

“I could never hate you, Bugaboo. In all honesty I don’t think this changes anything between us,” Chat said, while he stood up, offering a hand to help her up.

Ladybug took his hand and pulled herself up and looked up at him, “Really? Nothing at all?” She said in a skeptical voice.

“Ladybug, you are the bravest, most compassionate, smartest girl I have ever met. That’s why I like you, milady, none of that’s changed and what’s behind the mask doesn’t matter to me,” Chat paused briefly, “I know you still like someone else but I wanted you to know regardless.”

Ladybug blushed, his response and the sincerity behind it filled her, to her own surprise, with joy, “If I’m being honest, he’s more of a pipe dream at this point. He doesn’t know who I really am and I can barely form a sentence around him anyway.”

“So you’re saying purrhaps I have a chance?” His eyes were a jokingly puppy dog look but the excitement in his voice was hard to hide.

Ladybug giggled, “Maybe Chat, maybe. I’d have to get over the crush I currently have before I seriously consider that.”

“I understand, milady,” Chat lifted her hand and placed a small kiss on the back of it, “I’ll wait for as long as you need.”

Ladybug embraced Chat in a hug, overwhelmed by the amount of support and acceptance he had given her. Since I was able to come out to Chat perhaps I could come out to my family and my other friends and slowly everyone else, she thought, filled with a level of social confidence she had never had before.

“You give good hugs, milady,” They both dropped the hug and Chat let out a big yawn.

“Sleepy, kitty?”

“Nope, never better,” he said, rubbing his eye.

“Chat, you’re clearly tired and it’s getting late. We should both head home and get some sleep,” Ladybug leaned in and kissed his cheek, “Thanks for spending some time with me when I needed it.”

“Right! Of course! Pleasure’s all mine! No problem at all!” Chat rushed through his words, shocked from the kiss that was planted on his cheek.

“I was right about her lips,” he muttered to himself but a bit louder than expected.

“What’s that about my lips, Kitty?” Ladybug teased, still riding high on her increased confidence.

“It was before you cut me off the first time but it’s nothing. You said not to compliment you like that so it’s nothing,” Chat Noir backpedaled, trying to get out of saying the embarrassing line he had planned to say to get a rise out of her.

“Say it. I want to know,” she teased like she was trying to beat Chat at his own game.

“I… I was just going to say that… that your lips were like a sunrise, soft and warm like its colours and would be a pleasure to see first thing in the morning,” Chat blushed furiously, covering his face.

“O-oh o-okay,” Ladybug was stunned, she was expecting something cheesy but that cheesy? No way. What she couldn’t get over was that she liked it.

“I-is everything alright m-m-milady?”

“No. I mean yes! Perfect! Peachy! Wonderful!” Ladybug let out a nervous laugh, “Are you?”

“N-no. I don’t think I’ve ever been so embarrassed. That- That line was so bad and I’m so so sorry, Bug.”

“No! That’s true! Not true! That’s not true! It’s just the most thing anyone’s ever said, romantically, to me.” Stop tacking on words you’re making it worse. Deep breaths, you’re Ladybug, you got this, “It’s just… the most romantic thing… anyone’s ever said… to me.”

“Really? That line was so cheesy it could feed my kwami for a week and you liked it?”

The only answer Chat got was a small nod, Ladybug’s face as read as her suit. That newfound confidence of hers had its limits.

“Ladybug?”

“Mhmm,” she acknowledged, not answering with words for fear she would only mix them up again.

“Weren’t you heading home soon to get some sleep?” He didn’t want her to go but he could tell she was tired and in need of rest.

“Right. Thank me again, Chat for talking to you when I needed it. Wait no. Ugh! Good night, Kitty,” with a flick of her yo-yo, she jumped into the moonlight and was enveloped by the night sky while Chat just stared.

She really is incredible, he thought.

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queerebrum · 4 years

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Layers (A petition for partial custody)

Scott McCall/Void to Scott McCall/Stiles Stilinski | T | 1.8k words. Written for Nogitjune! - Check the reblogs for the AO3 link if you’d prefer to read it there!

Ogres are like onions.

Layers. Onions have layers.

Void wished, not for the first time, that they’d perhaps chosen a host with a brain full of interesting facts, rather than obscure movie references. This one, though, felt surprisingly accurate. It was, in fact, the one thing that made their host interesting at all: layers.

Stiles hid his body behind layers of clothing. He hid his real feelings behind layers of comedic relief and self-deprecation. He hid his romantic inclinations (one, in particular) behind layers of friendship and the word “brothers” as if adding wrongness would make him want it less.

Normally, Void would have gone for the obvious target: the once-alpha Derek Hale, who was hidden behind far fewer layers in Stiles’ mind. The teen’s attraction for the twenty-something werewolf was undeniable, and if Void was reading interactions right (which they were, they always did) it was reciprocated to a degree.

But if Void wanted to stay, they needed to have someone more powerful on their side. Derek didn’t have enough power to make the kind of decisions that needed to be made.

Scott, on the other hand, did.

And, if Void had read those memories right, Stiles’ years-repressed feelings about his best friend were also reciprocated. The feelings seemed to be reciprocated through their freshman year, when, given the life-story Void had access to, Scott had given up on getting Stiles to notice, and Stiles had accepted that it would never be.

Next time, Void aspired to attain a host that wasn’t simultaneously so fucking observant and so fucking oblivious .

Cracking the body’s neck and wiggling its fingers a bit, Void attempted to interject some of the perpetual motion they sometimes forgot about when trying to impersonate Stiles: rubbed at the eyes to redden them, and chewed on the body’s bottom lip to make it a bit poutier, redder, more enticing.

Slipping into the McCall’s house in the dead of night was a joke of a task for a thousand-year-old trickster. Void made sure when he swung the alpha’s bedroom door open that it moved silently, and was glad to see that -- for once -- Scott was alone. Void could feel the lingering presence of others: Stiles, Isaac, Allison.

Void let the door click as he closed it and Scott leapt to awareness, eyes red as he glared. Slowly, as he took in the (masterfully crafted, thanks very much) act Void was playing, the red faded from his eyes. “Stiles? Is it really you? How did you get out?”

Void nodded, pressing Stiles’ lips together and resting the body’s head back against the door. “I don’t remember.” They swallowed, bringing the body’s hands up to scrub at Stiles’ face. “I just...woke up outside, and I didn’t know where to go. I can’t go home; it’s the first place they’ll look.” Void caught Scott’s eyes and let Stiles’ redden further. “I’m afraid, Scott.”

Scott nodded, his face sad. “We’re working on a solution. We’re trying to get rid of it. It’s just… taking a little longer than we expected.”

“Can I stay with you tonight?” Void asked, biting Stiles’ bottom lip gently. “In case I wake up not...myself.”

Scott smiled, but his eyes were sad, concerned, anxious and Void lapped it up. He patted the bed next to him. “Sure.”

Void kicked off the body’s shoes and slipped out of the Eichen sweats, leaving Stiles in just a T-shirt and underwear. Scott was shirtless, but Void caught a glimpse of sweats under the covers. They settled into the bed, leaving a reasonable distance they had no intention of maintaining between the body and Scott.

“Is everyone else okay?” Void asked, rolling over to face Scott, who had curled up on his side. They weren’t kids anymore so, unlike in the memories Void had access to, their knees clacked. Void laughed quietly at it, but didn’t pull Stiles’ legs away from Scott’s. The alpha made no effort to move away either.

“As okay as they can be,” Scott answered. “We’re scared for you.”

“Are you and Kira…y’know.” Void raised their eyebrows expectantly. “Together, yet?”

Scott blushed and turned his head into the pillow. “No.” He said, but his voice was muffled.

Slowly, Void brought Stiles’ hand up to rest against Scott’s shoulder, brushing his thumb gently against the skin there. Scott turned his head abruptly, eyes flicking from the hand on his shoulder to Stiles’ face.

“I’ve had a lot of time to think lately,” Void murmured, sliding Stiles’ hand from Scott’s shoulder, up his neck to cup his jaw. “About the past. About...us.”

“Us?” Scott asked, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

Void stared into the alpha’s deep brown eyes for a long moment before, impossibly slowly, they leaned forward to press Stiles’ lips against Scott’s.

The alpha was shocked, but returned the kiss after only a moment’s hesitation. Scott’s hands, broad and warm, came up to slide into Stiles’ hair. Void couldn’t help but want more if it; it had been a long time since they’d been intimate with anyone. The near-purr escaped before they could stop it once Scott slid a leg in between theirs, rolling Stiles’ body so they were on their back, facing up at him.

As soon as the sound escaped them, Scott froze, and the red bled back into his eyes. With a disappointed huff, Void dropped the act and rolled his eyes. “You were into that.” Void nudged at Scott’s half-hard cock with Stiles’ thigh. “Why’d you stop?”

“You know why,” Scott said, nearly a growl.

“What are you gonna do now, Scotty ?” Void taunted. “Tear my throat out? No, you’d never do that to your precious little Stiles. Or anyone, ever, it would seem.”

“You’re using a body that isn’t yours.” There was a real growl and fangs now. Void smirked, drinking in the conflict and anger in Scott. “You’re sick.”

Shrugging one shoulder, Void winked. “I’m not entirely sure what you expected from a trickster, Scott. Sunshine and daisies? A pure moral compass?” Void leaned up, causing Scott to jerk back away from him. “But, in terms of using a body that isn’t mine -- One: I’m in the body, so it’s mine. Two: do you think I’m here because you’re something I wanted? Please.”

“Stiles and I have been friends forever. If he was…” Scott swallowed hard and looked away. “If he wanted this, I’d have known.”

“Would you? Or had you just given up on him and hoped he’d given up on you. This is your chance, Scott. I can give him to you, the way you really wanted him.”

“I’m not going to rape Stiles, you sick fuck.”

“Suit yourself.” Void smirked. “See you when he falls asleep, Alpha . You’re welcome.”

Stiles slammed back into consciousness, jerking suddenly, forcing Scott to grip down harder on his shoulders. “Ow,” he said, staring up at the alpha above him. Void conveniently shared the memories of the last few moments with him. His eyes fell closed, and his cheeks burned as he realized Scott was still hovering over him, and that both of them were still hard. “Oh fuck. Scott, seriously, I’m gonna have bruises. Let me up.”

“I’m not hurting you,” Scott snapped. “Shut up.”

“Scott.” Stiles relaxed back, sighing. “Scott, it’s me .”

“Sure it is,” Scott huffed. “This is just a trick. This is just the Nogitsune trying to get me to hurt Stiles.” Stiles licked his lips. “It started as that, yeah.” He blinked a few times, “Scott, I swear on my mother’s grave it’s really me.” He waited for the alpha to look back down at him, Scott’s eyebrows drawn together. “They let me surface.”

“They?” Scott asked, warily relaxing his grip on Stiles’ shoulders.

“Void. The Nogitsune. They’ve got, like, a million names and not the slightest fucking clue what a gender is.”

Scott huffed out a hesitant laugh. “How do I know it’s you?”

Stiles shrugged as much as he could. “They’re in my head. You have to trust me. They can’t come back unless I fall asleep.” Stiles shifted slightly, still uncomfortably hard, his erection pressed against Scott’s hip.

“Oh, sorry,” Scott said, sitting back on his knees between Stiles’ legs, hands floundering for a minute before landing on his own thighs. In the moonlight, Stiles could still make out the hard line of Scott’s dick in his sweatpants. “I’m so sorry, Stiles. Void...they? kissed me.” He looked away, cheeks aflame, eyes red.

Stiles nodded. “I know.” He pursed his lips. “They were kind enough to show me the last few minutes. It’s okay.” Stiles raised his hand towards Scott for a second, and then dropped it back against the bed. “You didn’t do anything I didn’t want.”

It took a few seconds for the realization to dawn on Scott, and he turned back to Stiles. “You...and me?” he asked, tracing his bottom lip with his tongue.

Stiles gave a nod and looked to the side. “Basically our entire lives.”

“Same,” Scott said, his smile growing. “I just… You were in love with Lydia.”

Stiles looked back at Scott. “I was infatuated with Lydia. I was in love with you.” Stiles finally let himself touch Scott, one hand falling against the alpha’s thigh. “Y’know, I can think of a really great way to keep me awake.” Stiles smirked.

Scott leaned back down and dropped his elbows onto either side of Stiles’ head. “Yeah?”

This time, when Stiles surged up to bring their lips together, Scott didn’t hesitate.

Two days later, when Stiles finally lost the battle against sleep and Void was finally able to wrestle control back, they popped up on an elbow to look at Scott with a wide, absurd grin. “So.” Void waggled Stiles’ eyebrows. “I think partial custody of this body seems like payment enough for me wrapping the love of your life up for you like a gift, don’t you think?”

Scott, sitting next to the bed on a chair, smirked. “Not a chance.” He leaned forward. “You’re going to give me Stiles back. Permanently.”

Void raised an eyebrow, “And why would I do that?”

“Who said anything about you having a choice?” Scott asked, smiling at Void. They felt a prick at the back of their neck and their lip curled up at Scott for just a moment before looking over their shoulder at Dr. Deaton, who smiled and held up a now empty syringe. “What was that?”

“Kanima venom,” the druid vet answered. He turned to open the door to the bedroom, and Lydia entered. “You sure you want to do this?” Scott asked Lydia. “Do what?” Void asked, annoyed. “I’m sure,” Lydia said, dropping onto the bed and, with Scott’s help, tugging Stiles’ body up to a seated position. Lydia turned to Scott once they had done it. “Let’s get your boy back,” she said, and Scott blushed adorably.

Void was half-way through rolling their eyes when they felt the prick of the alpha’s claws at the back of the body’s neck.

Shit.

#stiles stilinski #Scott mccall #Teen wolf #nogitsune #nogitjune #void month #my fic #sciles #Scott x Stiles #Stiles x Scott #ss #sm #nogi ss

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Quotes/Dialogue Options

If you can’t think of anything to write, here’s some dialogue potential

Raw/Powerful Quotes

- Pick a god and pray to it

- Kill me and live with the memory. Then tell the stars that you won.

- There are no gods here.

- Impudent of you to assume I will meet a mortal end.

- This is Hell’s territory and I am beholden to no gods.

- One day, you will be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in the universe, and you will have to justify the space you’ve filled.

- Violence for violence is the rule of beasts

- An eye for an eye makes the world go blind

- This is the hill I die on. I will face God and walk backward into hell.

- You are alone, child. There is only darkness for you and only death for your people. These ancients are just the beginning. I will command a great and powerful army, and we will sail to a billion worlds. We will sail until every light has been extinguished. You are strong, child, but I am beyond strength. I am the end, and I have come for you.

- Please, save me! I’ll do whatever you want. Then perish.

- To become a god is the loneliest achievement of them all.

- There are places we’ve never been to. Some of us have never been to the Alps, some of us have never been to Marrakesh. The next life is simply another place we’ve never been before, and we’re all going to explore it together.

- Regardless of what we taste, if we eat together, we are happy.

- Can you feel your heart burning? Can you feel the struggle within? The fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. You cannot kill me in a way that matters.

- I survived because I burned my ancestors. Can you say the same?

- Nothing in life is promised except death.

- I don’t see any god up here.

- Time flows ever onward.

- Even we who ride the currents of Time cannot see past Time’s end.

- Power is inert without action and choice.

- I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.

- If the world chooses to become my enemy, I will fight like I always have.

- Do you think God stays in heaven because he too lives in fear of what he’s created?

- God may judge you, but his sins outnumber your own.

- I am a monument to all your sins

- You kneel before my throne, unaware that it was born of lies.

- You could sooner divert a river from its course than deny my nature.

- All knowledge is based on that which we cannot prove. Will you fight? Or will you perish like a dog?

- When the weight of the world is on your shoulders, you learn.

- Too many people have opinions on things they know nothing about. And the more ignorant they are, the more opinions they have.

- When a bird is alive. It eats ants. When the bird is dead. Ants eat the bird. Time and circumstances can change at any time. Don’t devalue or hurt anyone in life. You may be powerful today, but remember Time is more powerful than you. One tree makes over a million matchsticks, but only one matchstick is needed to burn a million trees.

- I pity the fool that lives like you.

- Why do you fear the stars?

- If you could even begin to comprehend where I came from, you’d be terrified of me.

- Don’t pray! Whatever the fuck you do, don’t pray. Because the ones that are listening, you do not want them to answer.

- In the end, we’re all the same, all we take to the grave is our name.

- If God had wanted you to live, he would not have created me.

- Give me one good reason I shouldn’t kill you where you stand.

Funny Quotes

- Some people just need a high five… In the face… With a chair.

- Did you just trip? Yeah. I’m still getting used to possessing a vessel.

- We should do something romantic together. Like, plan a murder.

- Is that blood? No? That is not a question you should answer with another question.

Cute/Fluffy Quotes

- You made me feel beautiful when I thought I was nothing.

- I like it when you smile, but I love it when I’m the reason.

- I choose you and I’ll keep choosing you over and over. Without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. I’ll keep choosing you.

- They told me that to make her fall in love I had to make her laugh, but every time she laughs I’m the one who falls in love.

- I can’t promise to fix all your problems, but I can promise you won’t have to face them alone.

- Your hair is really soft

- You look… You look very nice. Beautiful, I mean. Damn, why can’t I speak?

- You’re very warm.

- You missed. Your lips are supposed to touch mine, you dingbat.

- Shh, stop fussing. I’m just trying to braid your hair.

- Would you mind if I borrowed your jacket? It smells like you.

- Stargazing was a good idea.

- You look beautiful in the moonlight.

- I’ll always be here for you.

- I’ll protect you no matter what.

- I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’ll always have me.

- No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.

- It’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.

- It’s storming and I may or may not be really scared of storms so… could we cuddle?

- Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.

- You're so cute when you're half asleep like this.

- I've had a rough day and honestly, all I want is a drink and someone to cuddle with.

- No, you can't get up! You're my prisoner for today!

Steamy/leading into something Quotes

- Shut up! Make me.

- The problem is if I kissed you I don’t think I’d be able to stop.

- Wait a minute. Are you jealous?

- Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?

- Wanna bet?

- I see the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.

- I want to know. And I want to learn from you. With you.

- I think your dress should come off.

- I have wanted you since the first time I saw you.

- No, I'm supposed to be making you feel good.

- Stop teasing.

- Take off your clothes.

- Tell me what you want.

- Bite me. If you insist.

Angsty Quotes

- For once in my life, I don’t have to pretend to be happy! When I’m with you it just happens.

- This is all your fault!

- Please don’t leave.

- Please just talk to me.

- Let me help you!

- Stop pushing everyone away!

- I can’t do this anymore.

- Some people don’t want to be saved.

- I don’t want your apology.

- I wasn’t ready to say goodbye

- You keep saying love isn’t real, but how would you know when you never gave it a chance.

- I can’t believe I ever fell in love with you.

- Just once (can lead to something steamy, but the meaning behind it is still kind of sad)

- I trusted you!

- Does it ever stop hurting? No, you just make room for it.

- I'm trying, all the time, but it's too hard.

- It's just you. You're all alone.

- They can't take anything from me. I have nothing left.

- How could you do this to me?! After everything, we've been through!

- Don't promise me you won't leave. I don't think I can handle another promise right now.

- You actually thought I loved you?

- What does love feel like?

Nightmare Quotes

- Wake up! Wake up! It's just a dream!

- What was your dream about? You're crying.

- Shh, no, no! Don't panic. You're safe now.

- Do you want to go back to sleep or do you want me to make you some tea?

- Shh, it was just a dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was real.

Possessive Quotes

- You belong to me

- You’re mine to own, understand?

- No, you’re not going out without me.

- Where do you think you’re going dressed like that? Your body is for my eyes only.

- Did you think I wouldn’t notice you sneaking out?

- You’re not allowed to see them anymore.

- You’re being too friendly with them.

- I don’t like it when they touch you.

- I can’t stand how they’re looking at you.

- You can’t leave me. You couldn’t live without me.

- I’m locking you in your room until you learn.

- You’re mine. I watch everything you do.

- Give me your phone. I’m going to read your messages.

- Who were you talking to?

- Don’t cover my bite marks. If you do, I might have to add something more obvious.

- You’re calling that jealousy? Believe me, if you’re still using your legs, I’m not jealous.

- I’m overreacting? Sweetheart, if anything I’m going easy on you.

- Maybe if I branded you, other people wouldn’t be such a nuisance.

- I swear, if anyone lays a hand on you, I’ll cut their arm off.

- Your life is completely in my hands, so don’t try to test my boundaries.

- I know everything about you, which means I know how to get under your skin. Literally and figuratively.

- If I can’t have you, then no one can.

- I love you means you’re never ever ever getting rid of me.

Whump Quotes

- I’m starting to think you want to get yourself killed.

- Just hold on, okay? I’ll help you.

- Keep your eyes open.

- Don’t worry, love, we’ll meet again. Don’t know where, don’t know when, but we’ll meet again some sunny day.

- You can’t leave me now!

- Please, open your eyes. Stay with me!

- Don’t argue with me! You’re going to be fine.

- A muttered ‘help me’ before collapsing

Misc

- What is better? To be born good, or to overcome one’s evil nature with great effort?

- The curse of knowledge is often indecision.

- You must push the world harder than it pushes back.

- Burning a bridge takes too long. I prefer explosives.

#reference sheet #quote sheets #dialogue #dialogue potential

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Coffee and A Wedding (Chapter 9)

It’s Tuesday! That means, Coffee! So, loves, pour yourself a cup of coffee and take a seat. Enjoy the steamy mug because we’re getting a bit steamy this morning. I’m seeing Betrayal on my birthday, Dec. 4th and any Ko-fi’s purchased will go toward the Birthday trip. Or, check out my crafting blog @redfoxcrafts for handcrafted Jewelry for sale.

The rest of the chapters are on the Masterlist

Clint x ofc

Rating: M for future smut and current steamy exchange.

Chapter 9-

We walked through the sand, making our way slowly toward the hotel. Clint laced his fingers loosely with mine and if I'm honest, it felt good. It felt like something I wanted to get used to. It felt right.

But it was all pretend.

“Your stepdad is a pretty smart guy.” Clint broke the silence.

“Yeah. Started off in an average family, worked his way through law school and made his life what it is now.”

“So, did he raise you and Sarah?” Clint asked. It was odd, though we had talked about family before, it was more to make sure he could pass as a boyfriend. This felt somehow... different.

“Not really.” I shrug. “Mom met him when we were older. It was hard, going from being the three of us on our own and fighting to survive to having him around.”

“Fighting to survive?”

“When dad died, there wasn’t any life insurance or anything. No savings and mom was a stay at home wife. We were bad off, sharing a one bedroom apartment and shit. Before Kurt it was always a struggle.” I could feel the weight of Clint’s eyes on me as I chewed my lip. I’d never told him about what it was like growing up. It wasn’t something I liked to talk about but it felt safe with him.

“I see.”

“I know mom comes off materialistic and in a lot of ways she is. But don’t lump her in with Matt’s family.”

“Mary came from a place where there wasn’t enough money.” Clint squeezed my hand, not finishing his thoughts until I looked at him. The moonlight danced on the water behind him. “I can’t fault her for wanting to always be sure her girls won’t go back to that place. Matt’s family however- they reek of old money.”

“How can you tell?”

“Spend enough time at Stark’s parties and you get a sense for it. Also, the strippers were high class and high dollar- you don’t spend that kind of money unless you don’t know money’s worth.”

“What?” I laughed, pretending like talking about Clint watching strippers didn’t twist the knife that had no business being in my chest. “You don’t think they were worth the money? Did they trip or something? Couldn’t dance?”

He laughed, “No, no tripping. They danced amazingly but honestly, the thing is though- there’s no reason to pay that much. When a bunch of drunk young men get together for a party like that... their blood flows from their brain and the expensive dancers may as well be low cost dancers from a local joint.”

“Oh.” He looked at me but didn’t say anything. We were close to the hotel now. I could see Sarah and Matt standing on the porch off their rental cabin not too far ahead. They were talking and well, it didn’t look like it was the world’s most pleasant conversation. It also didn’t look like it was bad enough that the wedding was off, much to my dismay.

“What’s rattling in there?”

“Just something Sarah said.”

“Did you tell her about the party? I mean- he had glitter still on him for fucks sake.”

“I tried but she turned it back on me.”

“Even though I’ve got pictures?”

“I didn’t get that far before she started jumping down my throat.”

“Over what?” Clint brought my knuckles to his lips as we walked. Sarah and Matt weren’t paying us much mind but he was thorough in his acting.

“Saying… things.” I sighed and rolled my eyes when he looked at me expectantly. “Ugh, fine. She accused me of saying things about Matt because of my own insecurity.”

“Over what?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“She said… She said I wouldn’t be projecting things onto her and Matt if I was more affectionate… with you.” I chewed my lip, not wanting to look up at him.

“I guess I can see her point. I tend to be the one more touchy with you than you are with me. I assumed that’s how you normally would be, in a relationship- I mean.”

“I guess… I guess I am holding back a bit.” I didn’t want to admit she was right but how could I not hold back?

“You don’t have to, you know? I’m a big boy, I can take some attention.” He stopped for a moment, smile falling from his face. “Unless you’re worried about work- I promise, I can keep this separate from the cafe.”

“I know. I believe you.” And I did. That was half the problem. I totally believed that he could and would keep it separate from the cafe and I would be dying inside all alone. “It’s not you, I just- I guess I’m just shy.”

“They’re watching us.” Clint tilted his head a bit toward where Sarah and Matt stood, still talking. Mom had joined them out on the deck at some point

“And?”

“And let’s dance.” Clint pulled me in front of him and captured me in a slight embrace. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“There’s no music.” I wondered if they could hear us on the deck.

“Doesn’t matter. Just let me lead.” And so, I did.

It was beyond romantic as we danced slowly to the sound of the waves. The sand worked its way into my shoes but I found it hard to care though I would later, when it was time to try and clean them out. After a bit, the moon and stars were the only audience I was aware of. And before long, those too fell away.

All that remained was Clint’s crystal blue eyes and warm smile, lit only by the soft light of the moon reflecting off the sand and water. There was almost a chill in the air, carried in by the ocean breeze. All it did was make me more aware of the warmth of Clint’s hands and the way as he pulled me closer, I could feel the warmth of his body.

Real or not, pretend or not didn’t matter in that moment. Those thoughts too fell away as we danced. He smiled at me, though I couldn’t begin to say why. It was too dark and they were too far away for them to see us.

He spun me around with all the confidence of a man on a shinny dance floor. As we moved through the sand, I worked hard to remind myself that this was reality. I wasn’t living some romantic comedy. I was living my life and when this stupid trip was over, we would go back to life as it was. Or he would and I would try to.

The thought alone was enough to pull me the rest of the way back to reality. It took only glance over his shoulder as we spun in the sand to see the deck door close behind those who had been watching us. Another spin and I watched as the light flicked off.

“They’re not watching anymore.” I whispered the words, though I’m not sure exactly why.

“So?” He pulled me closer somehow. Our footsteps left trails in the sand and while I could only sneak glances at them, they were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

“We don’t have to keep dancing.”

He spun me out before pulling me back to him. I went willingly. The touch of his hands, the way he guided me to the music of the ocean was addicting. Stopping was the last thing I wanted. The moon reflected off his eyes and I shouldn’t have been able to tell how blue they were in the dark but somehow, I swear I could.

“But we can, can’t we?” He whispered as he drew closer.

Fuck it. Fuck sanity. He’s my boss but right now, he’s my boyfriend. Pretend or not, he’s mine. This was as close to real as it was going to be so what’s so wrong with indulging?

I don’t know what I was thinking. Or maybe I wasn’t thinking at all. It doesn’t matter anyway, what’s done is done. And the moment I pressed my lips to his, it was done.

There were no witnesses but he responded just the same. As his hand found itself tangled in my hair, I melted into him. Even as our lips were locked together, Clint guided us through the sand.

Turns out, I’m not so good at following his lead while trying to somehow pull myself closer to him. His arms were wrapped around me and god, everything about him was solid and firm. Fingers tangled in my hair, pulling lightly. A strong palm ran down my back, pushing me against him even harder. Fingers dug into the flesh of my ass and in the process pushed my pelvis firmly against his.

A groan slipped out of his lips as he pulled back. Opening his eyes, he looked down at me and it looked like his life flashed before his eyes. I wasn’t ready to face reality yet. I wasn’t ready to give up and go back to pretending. I wanted more. I needed more.

“I am so-” Clint said but I wrapped my arm around his neck and pulled him into another heated kiss.

What Clint Barton was, I didn’t give him a chance to tell me. He groaned when his lips crashed into mine again. Hands roamed my back and sides, leaving an intoxicating trail of fire in their wake. Somehow still he had us swaying, turning to the music of the ocean but I wasn’t paying any attention to that.

My foot caught on his and that was all it took to topple us. He fell back but over corrected, sending me down backward. For what it’s worth, Clint did try to catch me. I reached out for him too but it only pulled him down with me.

I landed in a heap. He was able to catch himself on his hands so at least I wasn’t completely crushed. He looked down at me, moon shining bright over his shoulder while I looked up at him. The sand made for a soft landing at least.

“Are you okay?” He made no move to get up, to put any distance between us though I wondered if the spell had broken.

“Yeah.” I whispered.

My hands went to his chest. I don’t know what I was thinking, planning. Maybe to push him back? His heart was pounding under my fingertips. I didn’t push hard enough to even make solid contact with him. Instead, my palm grazed up his chest and over his shoulders. Before I knew it, my arms were once again wrapped around him, pulling him to me.

He closed the last inch between us. The sand was cool under me, a perfect balance to the heat that radiated down from him. Hands were everywhere. Lips nipped, kissed and sucked at tender flesh.

My hand ended up slipped under his shirt and finally I got to take in the feeling of his hot skin under my fingers. Everything was hard and soft at the same time. I couldn’t help but moan as his hand settled on my knee only to dance his fingertips up my leg, slipping under the hem of my dress.

I tired to feel everything I could. Without giving myself a chance to think twice, I yanked at his shirt. I rushed buttons through holes, wanting nothing more than to feel more of him. I wanted his skin under my fingertips. I needed it.

As my fingers explored the smooth skin of his chest, abdomen and back, Clint’s lips never left me. He rocked his hips into mine and I could feel just how much he was enjoying this moment.

At the rate we were going, it was a matter of time before we found ourselves naked and rolling in the sand. Mother Nature had another idea. I’m not sure where the wave had came from, it was the largest we’d seen all night but it came crashing ashore. I mean, I know where it came from but I didn't see it coming. I was a bit distracted with other things, after all.

As the water pulled back from us, whatever spell we had been under was finally broken. It was like we were pushed apart, gasping and sputtering salty water. It was cold and there was sand everywhere, clinging to clothes and hair.

“We should get back to the hotel.” Clint sat, shirt soaked and gaping open. It was a beautiful sight.

“Yeah.” I said. What I wanted to say was that I never wanted to go back to that hotel. I wanted to say that I didn’t want to leave this beach until he was mine and I was his, that I didn’t want to pretend anymore.

While I was thinking of everything I would rather say, Clint stood up and patted the wet sand from his pants before offering me a hand. I couldn’t begin to explain what had come over him to make him respond to a kiss like that, to make him touch me like that.

But it didn’t matter right now. Or at least that’s what I told myself. I didn’t take his offered hand as I found my feet again. I offered him a smile as we started walking. It took everything I had to resist the urge to take his hand in mine. Instead I busied my fingers picking at the skin around my nails. The hotel quickly came into sight.

“I’m sorry.” Clint finally said as we crossed the threshold into the too bright lobby. “I overstepped. Maybe I misread.” He hesitated. “I should have stopped to check in with you. I-”

“It’s fine.” I lied. It wasn’t fine. It was everything but fine because he was saying everything I feared he would say. Silence stretched on. My heart felt like it was shattering as we quickly slipped into the room. “I’m going to take a quick shower, wash the sand out of my hair.”

“Okay.” Clint sounded as defeated as I felt. I couldn’t begin to make sense of why.

As I washed, I let the water rinse away the dirt and sand. It gathered on the floor of the shower and flowed down the drain. I wish it would take my feelings for him with it. When that didn’t work, I settled for letting tears slip down my face and down the drain.

Tomorrow was the wedding. Just a little bit longer.

~~~~~<3

There was a heavy something between us all morning. Neither of us spoke about the kiss that was almost so much more than just a kiss. There was a point, the night before when I was leaving the bathroom and Clint was going in for a shower where I was pinned between the wall and him. His breath was warm on me and his eyes threatened to pull me in.

But I had stood rooted in place, holding my breath. I wanted to lean forward and kiss him again. I wanted him to lean down and kiss me again. Instead, we stood frozen in time for a few heartbeats before that moment passed and he slipped into the bathroom. The door shut behind him and that was the end of that.

I spent most of the morning getting ready for the wedding. We had to be there at two for photos and Sarah wouldn’t be happy if I was even a second late or had a hair out of place.

After a silent breakfast I rushed out the door with a squeaked ‘bye’ to Clint. Was I a coward? Yeah, yeah I was. But what could I do? All morning, Clint would reach out for me and come so damn close to doing those little touches that he always seemed to do. Only now, he pulled back before his fingers made contact.

It was maddening. So often, I had wished he would stop with those little touches. I wished he would stop flirting so much. I wished he would stop pretending when we were alone. And now that he did it felt like he twisted a knife in my heart.

By noon I was on the way back to the hotel. I was dragging my feet for every step I took. Once I crossed that door, I didn’t know what I would face. Would Clint be back to normal? Would he still be cold? Would it stop hurting?

I should have never kissed him.

I should have kissed him again.

With a deep breath I slipped the key in the door and turned the handle. For better or worse it was time to put on a dress and watch Sarah say her vows.

~~~~~<3

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significant-what · 5 years

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pjo holiday gift exchange 2018

i am so very incredibly late with this and i apologize from the bottom of my heart. i don’t want to sound like i’m making excuses, but my 12 days of christmas -story took a lot on me, and after that i was in a kind of vegetative state when it comes to writing and couldn’t do anything.

still! hello, @rosyredlipstick i am your secret santa from @percyjackson-secretsanta! i am not dead!

my gift to you is a short but sweet solangelo fic, sempiternal. i hope you enjoy it, even though it is so late. and hey, i personally think that getting christmas gifts late is super nice because they’re usually unexpected, don’t you?

you can find the fic from ao3 (link above) or under this cut.

”Nico? Are you asleep?”

Nico isn’t. He doubts he will be able to sleep at all. He’s cold, the sky is open above them, and the ground he’s lying on is hard and uneven. It’s hard to think that this is a problem now, when three years ago he could fall asleep anywhere and still keep one eye open for danger. Nico is used to luxury now, a warm bed and a roof above his head, the knowledge that the magical barriers of Camp Half-Blood will keep him safe even if he falls asleep.

”No.” Nico turns on his side inside his worn out sleeping bag and blinks his eyes open. The sky is clear and the moon full and bright, but it’s still dark enough that he can’t see Will’s face clearly, even from mere inches away. ”What is it?”

Nico sees movement and hears the rustle of fabric. Will’s hand finds Nico’s in the dark, their cold fingers lacing together even though Nico knows it’s be more practical to keep his hand inside the sleeping bag where it’s warm. His other hand is curled around the handle of his sword, just in case, but Will swears that they will be okay here. Nico wants to believe him.

”I just”, Will starts, then quiets down. He sounds different from how he sounds in daylight. Nico wonders if that’s because he can’t see Will, of of Will feels more vulnerable like this. ”I guess it’s a good thing it’s so dark ad you can’t see. I just want to say something, and I’m not sure I would be able to say it if I knew for sure you could see my face.”

Last week Will told Nico that apparently children of Hades can see better than average in the dark. Nico doesn’t know how Will knows this, but as Nico’s eyes adjust to the dark he can now see Will’s face, how his eyes are closed and there’s a wrinkle on the bridge of his nose, like there always is when Will thinks about something important. Nico doesn’t say anything, just twitches his hand in Will’s to let him know he’s listening, which results in a quick tug on Will’s lips.

Will doesn’t speak up right away. Nico listens to the silence, to the sound of Will’s breathing and the wind that swishes up in the trees, the insects crawling up the tree trunk not three feet away. This is something Nico has missed in the comfort of his cabin, the way silence isn’t quiet but alive with sounds of its own. Sometimes he feels so small and alone in the absolute silence of the empty Hades cabin. While Nico prefers the safety of Camp Half-Blood, the sounds of the real world provide their own security that Nico finds comfort in.

”This is something I’ve been thinking about a lot”, Will says. Nico is positive now that the difference in his voice is about vulnerability, because even though Nico can’t see anything past Will’s shoulder, he can see Will’s face clear as day. ”I didn’t – I don’t know if this is something that needs to be said but… I just want us to be on the same page, and I can’t be one hundred per cent sure unless I say this.” Nico watches as Will takes a deep breath and counts to five before releasing it. It’s a technique Will taught Nico what feels like eons ago but in truth is barely even three years. ”I want to make you happy, Nico.”

Nico swallows the gasp that wants to be let out and unconsciously tightens his hold on Will’s fingers. ”Will –”

”Please.” Will sounds like this is a difficult topic to talk about, which strikes Nico as odd because Will is talkative one, the one who talks about doubts and plans and feelings while Nico listens and barely manages to contribute. ”Let me talk, otherwise I might… not.”

Nico nods slightly, then realizes that Will can’t see with his eyes closed – wouldn’t probably see with them open, either. ”Okay.”

Will is the kind of person that says a lot without uttering a single word. He doesn’t say is, but as Nico watches he can see gratitude and fondness in every single one of Will’s features, from the tips of his fingers up to his hairline, hidden under a light grey beanie. There’s a curling lock of hair that moves against the bridge of Will’s nose with every breath he takes and that must be ticklish. Nico wants to tuck it away, but that would mean letting go of either Will’s hand or his sword, and neither is an option.

”I want to make you happy”, Will says again, ”because – because you make me happy, and making each other happy is something people do when they’re in love, right?” It’s astonishing how Will can find saying anything difficult when he can say that so easily. It takes Nico’s breath away. ”And we’ve been told our whole lives that demigod lives are often short and – and unhappy. But the world is changing and people like us can reach adulthood more often than not. We can make long term plans and know that reaching them is actually possible.”

Will opens his eyes, but Nico can tell that he still can’t see. A lone cloud moves, letting the moon cast a beautiful stripe of light across Will’s cheeks. For a son of the sun, he looks very good in the moonlight.

”I’ll be going to college in a few years.” Will has been talking about that a long time, almost as long as Nico has known him, so it’s not a surprise. Will wants to be a doctor. Nico thinks he’ll be an excellent one. ”And whatever it is you will want to do in your life, I’m sure it will take you outside of camp at some point. I just – I want us to – ” Words fail Will, it seems, and he closes his eyes again, shuts them tight like a little kid wishing on a shooting star. ”Even if life takes us to different places at a point, I want us to find a way back. I want to find us in a time and place where I can fall asleep like this every night and wake up to you every morning.”

Nico sometimes thinks he’s gotten used to Will’s romantic nature. Will is like that, he likes to make sure Nico and everyone around them knows exactly what’s up, does little everyday things he doesn’t have to, goes out of his way to make Nico feel loved, respected and taken care of. It’s a constant thing, and Nico thinks that at some point he will have immunity and won’t be as affected every time.

This is not that point yet. Nico can feel his heart hammering against his rib cage in a way that is almost painful, and the palms of his hands feel cold and clammy. The tip of his nose is still chilly in the night air, but the rest of his face feels burning hot, and he’s really glad that Will can’t see his blush even though Will has seen it a thousand times before.

”I want to be with you every day”, Will continues, seemingly perfectly unaware of how flustered he’s making Nico, and his voice is getting a little stronger now that he’s getting to the point. ”And I want to make you happy every day. I want you to be happy, and I want to be the thing that makes you happy, and – and that doesn’t have to make sense. I just. I guess I just wanted to make sure you know that.”

And Nico does know. On some level he thinks he has always known. Like Will said, it’s not something that necessarily needs saying, not with them. Will knows Nico better than anyone else, and Nico likes to think that he knows Will better than anyone, too.

For Will to voice these things like this, getting them out and leaving them floating in the air around them – for Nico, that’s a show of trust like nothing he’s experienced. As demigods, they’ve been taught since they were kids to trust each other with their lives, but this is something much bigger. This is Will trusting Nico with his heart and soul, and Nico feels overwhelmed with it, with how much it makes him feel. He isn’t sure how he’s ever going to be able to tell Will exactly what it means, what it does to Nico on so many levels.

Nico shuffles closer until their hands are pressed tight between their chests and their cold noses touch in the dark. He can see Will’s eyelids flutter and closes his own eyes. He thinks he gets it now, why Will wanted to say these things in the dark.

”I want to make you happy, too”, Nico whispers, wishing they were somewhere where he wouldn’t feel the need to sleep with one hand on a sword so that he would put his arms around Will instead. But for now, this will have to do.

(Five years later Nico will think back to this night when he stares at a blank paper in front of him on the table, cursing Will for wanting a traditional wedding ceremony with written vows as a personal touch. he will think about the way it felt like to promise to make another person happy, and he will smile before starting to write, because the promises he makes to Will in marriage are not new ones. They’re something sempiternal.)

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youngjaelook · 6 years

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Yes — Jackson Wang

author’s note — so i’m planning to make this a little drabble series lmao. also a huge shout-out to @fentitrbl she’s such a sweet person fr. thank you so much for being so nice and encouraging towards me! i hope u like it <33 #UNEDITED!

“Come Spring Day” found here! & “Starless Sky” drabble found here!

summary — You’re not sure if you’re ready to say yes after everything that’s happened between you and Jackson.

warnings — slight angst, slight fluff, & implied smut

word count — 1.5K

The moment Jackson's finger twitched to open the blue, velvet box, you almost ran, purely out of fear. Yet somehow, your legs stood still and your eyes couldn't tear themselves away from the crystalline ring that stood under the soft glare of the pale moonlight.

You gulped.

Jackson was always shit at timing; there was this one time, in the middle of drilling himself inside of you, he gazed deeply into your eyes, and you braced yourself for whatever, sinful or perhaps romantic words that would roll off his tongue any moment now. But all you got was a "shit — I think I forgot to buy tissue paper this morning."

And moments like this definitely proved your earlier statement — Jackson Wang is shit at timing.

You couldn't manage to utter a single word rather than a shaky, incoherent "what?"

Jackson was oblivious to it all — the rapid pounding of your heart, your wide-eyed gaze and the trembling to your fingers. He had mistaken it all for happiness, relief probably? Though, it was none of those things. In fact, it was the opposite.

Had things been different these past months, you would have said yes in a heart beat. Now, though, you don't even know how to respond, while he's peering up at you with so much hope, so much love. You couldn't dare break his heart like this, yet you did so anyways.

Jackson beamed at you. "I said, will you marry me —"

"No,"

You didn't know what was more intimidating, Jackson's silence, or the look of disappointment behind those hazel eyes of his.

You reached out to explain, to justify yourself, but he had pulled away so quickly, you feared he might've gotten whiplash. "Don't be like this, Jackson. Let me explain —"

Jackson rarely ever glared at you, and so when his eyes turned to slights and his gaze burned holes into your face, you recoiled.

"Forget it," he snaps the box shut, and the pretty, dazzling ring is hidden underneath smooth, rich velvet. "Fuck! Do you know how embarrassing this is?" He rises from his kneeling position, and looms over you.

Jackson doesn't notice, but you do, you see the tears welling in his eyes and the sight nips at your heart strings. You felt like the villain.

"I just thought," he allows his tears to stream freely down his face. "I thought you loved me. And I thought that after everything that's happened before would only make us stronger. Guess I'm wrong, then." It doesn't take a lot to see that Jackson was beating himself up for your rejection.

He always did this; blaming himself for everything that didn't go his way.

You thought differently, though.

Taking matters into your own hands, quite literally, you stand up to grasp either side of his jaw in either of your hands. "This isn't your fault, I swear to you. Jackson, it's not that I don't love you, because I do — God, I fucking love you. I," you inhale sharply, pressing your forehead against his cheek, your rubicund lips so close to the skin of his jaw. "We just need to take things slow, alright? Please understand that, understand me."

Jackson's stubborn tendency shows, when he looks at you with defiance in his eyes, but then as his gaze finds your own, the look dims and then flickers away all at once.

His hand reaches up to caress the side of your face, despite the bitterness that lingers in his chest, and smiles softly at you. "You're not going to leave me again?" Sometimes you wonder if Jackson Wang is just playing dumb, or if he's actually oblivious to your constant heart eyes, lingering touches and soft pecks.

Either that, or you're just not very good at expressing your feelings for him.

You smile against the corner of his lips. "No, I won't."

Jackson doesn't need to lean forward to have his lips on yours, because you take initiative and kiss him first. His lips feels soft and velvety on your own, and it takes almost everything in you not to give in to your urge to push Jackson against the wet sand.

The waves roll against the shore and it only gets stronger as the moon inches up higher in the sky. You wonder why he had decided to propose here, why now?

You're pulling away from him, but not far enough for him not to feel your long, thick lashes brushing against the tops of his cheeks, you smile softly. "How long have you been meaning to propose?"

Pulling you flushed against his chest, his hands resting on the small of your back as he sways with you in the breeze. "I had the ring even before we uh, broke up." You're stunned, and it's so painfully obvious in your face, and body language, prompting Jackson to dust soft pecks against the bottom of your jaw.

You suck in a deep breath. "Jackson, I —"

He shushes you instantly.

"Don't say anything else, please. Let's just head back to our hotel room." Jackson was still hurting from your rejection, and would much rather make love to you as a form of apology for rushing you. You can't seem to construct any words of your own, while Jackson's arms pull away from your torso, leaving you feeling exposed to the blowing wind.

You think he's going to desert you there, on the beach, with your maxi dress flailing in the breeze. But he takes you by the hand, leads you back to the room without uttering a single word.

The walk, or perhaps the march, back to your hotel room is full of tense silence, and it's gnawing at your heart. The guilt starts to settle in, when Jackson squeezes your hand gently and brings them up to his lips.

Once he has you in the safe haven of your hotel room, he's kissing down the exposed skin of your shoulders, up the junction between your collarbone and throat. His lips move in such a sensual, and slow manner, and it has you shuddering underneath his touch, getting you blitzed on his scent like he's your own brand of personal heroine.

He nips at a particular spot just below your jaw and it prompts you to groan his name in response. "I'm sorry, baby," he murmurs softly against your skin. "sorry for pressuring you, for hurting you before. I promise I'll do better, promise to be better."

Jackson renders you silent for a moment.

There is a silent battle you're fighting within you, and your heart, your poor heart, is caught in the crossfire. It screams in the midst of all the chaos, and confusion, screams for you to say yes! And you wonder if you should, though Jackson doesn't give you time to think, when he lays you on top of soft, cotton sheets.

He tugs at the flimsy material of your dress until he manages to lift it off of you. You're nearly bare underneath him and it makes you feel vulnerable, especially when his eyes are raking up and down your body as if he could see through you.

You assist him in prying off his pants, and shirt, so desperate for him to make love to you already.

And when he finally has you pinned down beneath him, his lips latching on to any skin he can find, he's pushing into you.

While you drown in euphoria, your mind goes back to thinking. You watch through heavy eyes as Jackson takes care of you, shows his love for you through such sinful actions.

Why wait, when you know this is who you want to be with for the rest of your life? You can't picture anyone else waiting for you at the end of a white aisle, or kissing you goodnight before you sleep. You can't picture anyone else growing old with you, or loving you the way you deserved to be love — you can see Jackson, and only him.

You see white flash before your eyes, and your chanting Jackson's name, telling him how much you love him, while he finishes himself off.

You slump against the, now disheveled, sheets and gasp for air.

Jackson, despite his aching muscles, walks to the bathroom to fetch a warm rag for you because he's made a mess of himself on you, and would rather not have you sleeping with the essence of his arousal dripping down your legs and stomach.

You shudder when Jackson runs the damp rag along the skin of your thighs, and tummy. And when all is done, he lays beside you, basking in the sweet scent of your skin. He holds you and whispers sweet nothings into your ear as the heaviness of your eyes start to grow. But before either of you can fall asleep, you lean in closer to him. “Yes,” is all you can say.

If Jackson hears you, he doesn’t stir nor does he make a noise.

But when you peer up at him through your lashes, you can make out his smile despite the dim lighting and you know, you just know that he’s heard you.

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brutality-legacy · 6 years

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100+ Lyric Prompts

Here’s a list of lyrics that can be used as prompts or inspiration for stories.

Feel free to add on to this list, send some of these in if you want to see them written or reblog it for yourself. Whatever inspires you!

I will be updating this periodically and will reblog the updated version!

Dark

Caught up in this madness too blind to see / woke animal feelings in me / took over my sense and I lost control / I'll taste your blood tonight

A murderer walks your street tonight

And now when I speak, I speak to kill

Stalked in the forest too close to hide / I'll be upon you by the moonlight side

If you want survival kneel on my arrival

I am a scavenger / a vulture if you will / and if the price is right / I’m not averse to kill

Wish that you could but you ain't gonna own me / Do anything you can to control me

I'm the queen of pain / I can make it thunder and rain / I can turn the clouds black in the sky / I can put all those tears in your eyes

So death is coming to purge this town / I know your name / And I'm gonna hunt you down

I don't bring forgiveness / I don't bring peace / I've come to slay you / Come to kill the beast

So gather ye demons / It seems it's your day / I’ve sinned but I’ve paid more than 10,000 graves

The devil's gonna come when the sun go down.

Till my final breath / There'll be dust and death

Before I die / I'll take every soul I can into the night

Angst

He who makes a beast out of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man

Step by step, heart to heart, left right left / We all fall down like toy soldiers / Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win / But the battle wages on for toy soldiers

Victims, aren’t we all?

This night will hurt you like never before

Awake at night you focus on everyone who’s hurt you / Then write a list of targets / Your violent lack of virtue

I admit I was wrong to let you in

When I wake up to the sound of demons / they're always telling me that I'm no good

What have I got to lose / when I’ve already lost it all?

Have you ever been abused by someone so brutal that it chills your soul / have you ever been afraid of your own ghost?

I'm just a creature of a broken past

I'm doing what I can to fight this anger / I'm just a product of a living hell

To save your life I would race to my grave

There’s no pain I wouldn’t go through / Even if I have to die for you

Oh, dear mother, I love you / I'm sorry, I wasn't good enough / Dear father, forgive me / 'Cause in your eyes, I just never added up

Oh, dear brother, just don't hate me / for never standing by you or being by your side / Dear sister, please don't blame me / I only did what I thought was truly right

In my heart I know I failed you

It's a long and lonely road / When you know you walk alone

If I could hold back the rain / Would you numb the pain / Cause I remember everything

We build cathedrals to our pain / Monuments to attain / Freedom from all of the scars and the sin / lest we drown in the darkness within

You don't have the guts to love me like you wish you could

I must leave you cause I know your kind / You'd wake me up just to say goodbye

And I know that's not a tear in your eye / Cause boys don't cry and neither do I

At least I gave it a try but you had bourbon in your eyes

I've betrayed you and it should be a sin

One day you will understand / Why I pushed you away as I ran

I ain’t never been a keeper / Despicable / Love her then I leave her / And if I were you I wouldn’t love me neither

Take my life / Just not today

Will you swear on your life / That no one will cry / At my funeral

I'm a dead man walking / Hell's at my door / I'm a shadow of the man I was before

And I admit I am emotionally scared to let anyone inside

Happy/Comfort

We are not alone / It's darkest before the hope / You and I, we're not alone

Hope is a fire to keep us warm

I smile up to the sky / I know I'll be all right

There is no storm we can not weather

When you’re lost and need to be found / I will look forever

Never knew a time / When you weren't by my side / The one thing I could always count on

Just open your eyes / and see that life is beautiful

Just keep me close / There is no storm we can not weather

While my roots hid deeper inside / And my leaves stay bundled up tight / I felt my faith get bigger than life / Not only did I survive / I learned to blossom

Romantic

When it all comes down / when it starts to fall like an avalanche / I will be your wall / I will hold you up / Go against them all

I'll set you free when you're locked in a cell / I’ll find you heaven when you're lost in hell

I had a dream the other night / about how we only get one life / woke me up right after two / I stayed away and stared at you so I wouldn’t lose my mind

And if we only live once I wanna live with you

With broken words I tried to say / ‘Honey don’t you be afraid, if we’ve got nothing we’ve got us.’

I’m so into you / I can barely breath

Let’s get inside your car / just you, me, and the stars

I tried to be chill but you're so hot I melted

Our time is short / This is our fate / I'm yours

You asked me how long I'd stay by your side / So I answered with only just one reply / Till the casket drops

And it turns out s/he's got everything I want / but all rolled into one

You make me smile / please, stay for a while now

Gaze into my eyes, when the fire starts / And fan the flame so hot, it melt our hearts

Once I'm in I own your heart

Welcome to my cage, little lover / Attempt to rearrange with you, baby / Still don’t know your name, Miss Honey / Let’s go up in flames, pretty lady

You’re rich and I'm wishin', um / You could be my mister, yum

You taste like the fourth of July / Malt liquor on your breath, my, my / I love you but I don’t know why

He had a cigarette with his number on it / He gave it over to me, “Do you want it?” / I knew it was wrong but I palmed it / I saved it, I waited, I called it

I can't believe it / When did I start to fall for you?

I think... oh, well, what am I to do? / I didn't know that I would fall in love with you

I just bite my tongue / And when I want to say I love you I'll say ‘Boop’

She got blood cold as ice / And a heart made of stone / But she keeps me alive / She's the beast in my bones / She gets everything she wants / When she gets me alone

I don't judge you love / I never have before / We make mistakes / We leave them by the door

I found love / Where it wasn’t supposed to be

Sexual

Hold my arms above my head and push my face into the bed / Cause I'm a screamer baby / Make me a mute

Wanna wrestle with me baby? / Here's a sneak little peak / You can dominate the game cause I'm tough

Every caress is a medicine / Bringing me to my knees

The more we drank the less that we had on

Take the pain / Take the pleasure / I’m the master of both

Imma hold ya down until you're amazed / Give it to ya 'til you're screaming my name

I wanna fuck you like an animal / I wanna feel you from the inside

I ache for the touch of your lips, dear / But much more for the touch of your whips, dear / You can raise welts like nobody else / As we dance to the masochism tango

I'ma give it to you stronger / Hands up / We can go a little longer

I'm dominant by definition / I'm turned on by your submission

Latex, chains and whips make me hard and excite me / Come on, throw your hands up and pretend you wanna fight me

Fight

Take a last look around while you're alive / I'm an Indestructible Master of War

I know that blood will be spilled / and if you won’t then I will / My grave will never be filled / it’s either kill or be killed

Sleep for today, but tomorrow we fight

I am one man but I'll stand like an army of soldiers

To bring you peace I'll go into war / Ain't afraid of the rain I trained in a storm

The war was on its way / And we were waiting

We'll crush our enemies / Bring them to their knees

Wake the white wolf at the dawn of war / the end of the age is coming now

Hate

My heart it glows as you decompose

And I wonder can you hear me laughing / Cause I'm dancing on your grave

But I want you to know / I always hated you / Hated you from hello

Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do? / I don't give a damn if you say you disapprove

Misc

I straddle the line in discord and rhyme

Sitting here at my grave side I've never been so alive

I'm your Guardian angel and a part of you's tangled

When everyone wears a mask who's the real villain?

Nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention

It’s like a dead masquerade / so come and dance with me

I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet / You thought an angel swept you off your feet

I wait on you inside the bottom of the deep blue sea

I'm neon phosphorescent / Open like a Christmas present

And then you say I'm as cold as November

Every chatelaine / Wants to share her reign / So come and join me in my castle

Your blood’s gone bad / I knew it would

I was born under a bad sign / With a blue moon in my eyes

The boy who fell into the sky / Had no one there to watch him cry / He looked at you with his empty eyes / And said, “I’m doing you a favor”

Let me know / Where I can go to save my soul

Don’t threaten me with a good time

Don't you ever tame your demons / But always keep 'em on a leash

But my peace has always depended / On all the ashes in my wake

Days of rust / Nights of rain / Kingdom comes with a ball and chain

It's strange what desire makes foolish people do

I could be the hero / I could be the villain / It doesn’t really matter / I have the power

I was sent to warn you / The devil's in the next room

Keen to the scent / The hunt is my muse

You’ll fall like a guillotine / And kneel before the queen

Am I the only one I know / Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat

'Cause sometimes to stay alive you gotta kill your mind

Nothing ever comes without a consequence or cost

Took an oath by the blood of my hand / Won't break it

Do you feel the hunger / Does it howl inside / Does it terrify you / Or do you feel alive

To capture a predator / You can’t remain the prey / You have to become an equal in every way

#Prompts #Lyric Prompts #writing prompt #writing games #inbox prompts #long post

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reifromrfa · 7 years

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I really love your writings !! Keep up the good work!!, if you have time can you write about a scenario where jumin thought he had protect or shield mc from getting shot or an accident , but at the last minute mc turn the table around and protect him instead. Whether she survives or not you choose. I really want to know how our jumin will respond during and after the incident if it's convenient for you.

OH MY GOD SO MUCH ANGST FOR THIS THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS

For real though, I had so much fun writing this angst is life. It was supposed to be an hc but I felt like it would be better if everything was fleshed out; I hope you don’t mind :) Sorry it took so long too! ;A;

I hope you like it! \ (•◡•) /————————

Jumin’s eyes widen as she pushes him back and he loses his footing, falling against the table. He watches as the bullet pierces through her body and she stumbles back, her mouth open in a slient scream.

Everything is silent for a while. A million thoughts are running through his mind and he’s desperately pushing down the panic rising in his chest. But he can never control his emotions whenever MC is involved.

And then he hears her soft cry as her shaking hands reach up and touches the bullet wound on her chest. Jumin rushes to her and takes her in his arms just as MC’s knees buckle and he sinks to his knees on the ground, cradling her in his arms.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Jumin cursed himself over and over for making decisions too rashly, for being selfish and reckless.

Of course Sarah Choi would be angry at him. It’s been less than a year since he last saw her, and that was during MC’s first RFA party. But Assistant Kang always checked on her status and she reported to him that Sugar Round was no more, Glam Choi and Sarah Choi were in hiding because of all the bad publicity they received.

Still, Jumin had always prepared for the worst, keeping his wife safe and secure from possible threats from the two women.

Except tonight.

He had wanted a private evening with his wife at one of his hotels. Jumin sent away the bodyguards as he took MC to the garden, where a romantic dinner under the moonlight greeted them.

Everything should have been perfect.

Until Sarah Choi appeared and pointed her gun at MC.

She completely bypassed security because she had cut her hair and dyed it black, blue contact lenses over her eyes and an entirely different nose sticking out of her face. He could only surmise that she killed the ones guarding the entrance to the garden. Jumin loathed that face with every fiber of his being.

“Sarah, put the gun down and walk away.”

“Walk away? Do you know how long it took to get to you two?! You’re so high and mighty that I couldn’t get past your bodyguards! But not tonight! Tonight, my vengeance will finally be complete!”

“Ms. Choi, please—”

“Shut up, you fucking gold digger!”

Jumin tried to move closer to MC, to block Sarah’s line of sight, but Sarah pulled back the safety.

“One wrong move, Jumin, and she dies.”

Then she turned her attention back to MC.

“I actually admire you very much, MC. You’re such a conniving bitch! How did you ever make C&R’s CEO propose to you? Hmm? What do you have that I don’t?!”

“Sarah, please, let’s discuss this calmly—”

“No! I’m done playing nice. This pathetic whore deserves to die after what she did to me!”

And then Jumin was running in front of MC. Everything around him moved in slow motion. He could see Sarah pulling the trigger, could see MC’s eyes widening. As he neared her, relief flooded his body, knowing he would be able to shield her with his own body. But suddenly, MC was pushing him away, pushing him back.

“MC, please, hold on.” Jumin tells her, holding onto her hand.

He suddenly feels the cold barrel of the gun pressing against the side of his head and he freezes.

“I’d like you to watch as your wife dies in your arms. And then when the light leaves her eyes, I’ll let you join her.” Sarah tells him, a mad edge in her voice.

“You can do whatever you wish with me. You can have all my money. Please, just let me save her.” Jumin replies. MC’s eyes flutter as they turn to him, her breathing getting shallower by the minute. Blood seeped out onto her white dress, the dress he gave her for this special evening. She looks so beautiful in it. But now it’s stained with blood, just like his hands.

Sarah let out a hysterical-sounding laugh. “Wow! Jumin, do you honestly think I’d let that woman survive? After what she took from me?!”

She raises her arms in frustration, pulling the gun away from Jumin’s head momentarily.

In that split second, a bullet flies across the air and hits her right between her eyes.

Sarah’s body crumples to the ground behind Jumin as his bodyguards rush to the garden.

“Call an ambulance!” Jumin screams, turning his attention back to MC.

“MC, my love, please bear with it a little longer, help is on the way,” he tries to reassure her, holding her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. A tear slips down MC’s cheek and she gives him a small smile before her face twists in pain.

“J-jumin—”

“MC, don’t speak. Conserve your strength. Stay strong for me, my love.” Jumin says, the fear evident in his eyes. He can’t stand to hear her say those words to him. Those three words that could very well be a farewell.

No.

MC won’t leave him.

She can’t. Not like this.

Finally, the paramedics arrived and lifted her onto the stretcher, MC closing her eyes and biting her lip against the burning pain spreading across her body. Jumin stays beside her the entire time, refusing to ride in his car and forcing himself into the ambulance, not letting go of her hand.

Jaehee, having been informed of the incident, makes calls and has the streets cleared so the ambulance would be able to pass through quickly without having to worry about other cars or pedestrians crossing.

As the paramedics wheel MC into the emergency room, they push Jumin back, forcing him to let go of her hand.

Her cold hand.

MC’s eyes are closed but before their hands could be separated, he tells her one thing, “MC, please don’t leave me.”

And then the wait.

The RFA members rush to the hospital as soon as they can but it’s the handsome actor who spots Jumin first.

And the jerk looks worse than he imagined during the motorcycle ride to the hospital.

Jumin’s arms are crossed, his eyes closed, blood all over his hands, his outfit, his face. Worry is practically etched onto his face and Zen could see the businessman’s shoulders slightly shaking.

“Jumin.”

He doesn’t even open his eyes. Doesn’t respond. Zen stands in front of him and calls out his name again.

“Jumin. It’s me, Zen. Talk to me.”

At that, Jumin leans his head back against the wall and opens his eyes slowly.

Zen’s eyes widen as tears flow down the man’s cheeks. Jumin meets his gaze and Zen could see the sorrow, the worry, the fear —and the guilt.

“Jumin, it’s not your fault.” Zen immediately tells him. Jumin clenches his jaw, digging his nails into his arms. Zen leans down close to him and grasps his shoulders, giving him a reassuring squeeze. “It’s not your fault. She’ll make it through this. I know she will. That lady loves you more than anything else in the world. She can fight this. I know she can.”

Jumin closes his eyes again, not wanting to say anything because he knows he would never be able to stop crying once he allows his emotions to take over.

“You may see her now.”

Jumin opens the door to her room and he could swear that MC could hear his heart banging against his ribcage. In fear? Anxiety? Happiness?

He couldn’t say. All Jumin can think of is seeing his beloved open her eyes once more and have her smile for him, hear her laughter and feel her warmth.

As he steps into the room, he sees MC lying on the bed with tubes attached to her. Guilt pools in the pit of his stomach. Despite Zen’s words, he knows it’s his fault that his wife got shot. He should never have been foolish enough to believe they could spend time together without any bodyguards.

Jumin makes his way to her side and gently holds her hand, his eyes taking in her pale face.

“MC, I’m so sorry. I should have never let this happen to you.”

MC stirs and Jumin leans forward, eyes wide. She opens her eyes and her hazel eyes settle on him —and she smiles.

“You’re alright. Thank God.” MC says, tears in her eyes.

Jumin falls to his knees beside her bed, holding her hand close and kissing the back of her hand. “MC, my love, I don’t deserve you.”

MC looks at him in confusion but her husband merely places her hand on his cheek as he looks at her through sad eyes.

“I couldn’t protect you. But please, put your trust in me. I promise to do everything I can to make sure you’re never hurt again.”

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Perfect - Scott McCall

warnings: swearing word count: 4138

“No Stiles, it’s not happening” Scott muttered into the phone pressed between his ear and shoulder.

“Oh come on!” Stiles groaned. “You just gotta let her know somehow, just tell her, just say it”

“Yeah? Says the guy who had a ten year plan to make Lydia fall in love with him!” Scott retorted, opening the fridge in search of something to eat.

“Nice try. But don’t take the focus off of you” Stiles said. “You’ve had this crush on y/n since we met her in sophomore year” Scott sighed, settling on a can of soda before closing the fridge and leaning against the counter. “You gotta do something about it” Stiles finished.

“And ruin her relationship with Theo?” Scott asked, taking a long drink.

“You’re not ruining anything!” Stiles exclaimed. “He’s a jackass anyways, I’m still convinced that he’s the spawn of satan-”

“No- no Stiles we can’t say that she… she loves him” Scott sighed, slumping against the counter.

“Yeah. Okay. Because I care” Stiles scoffed. Scott rolled his eyes.

“Seriously, I can’t ruin that for her. She’s totally head over heels for him” He said.

“And you’re head over heels for her. Your point is?” Stiles asked sarcastically.

“My point is, I’m not going to take that happiness away from her I… I care about her too much for that”

“She’s known him six months! She’s known you for three years!” Stiles argued. Scott shrugged a shoulder, though Stiles couldn’t see.

“I can’t do that to her” He said blatantly. “That’s all it comes down to, I’m not ruining our friendship like that”

“Fine. Be a loser. Be a single loser” Stiles said and Scott chuckled.

“I can handle it” He said, lying through his teeth. Before he could tell Stiles again how you were too important to him to ruin everything, there was quick knocks on the door. “Someone’s here, I gotta go” Scott said.

“Okay then, I’ll talk to you later Scotty” Stiles said.

“Bye” Scott hung up and slipped his phone into his pocket before heading to the door just as there was more knocking. “Coming!” He called. He opened the door, and almost gasped aloud out of surprise.

You were standing there, looking exceptionally gorgeous, an elegant short black dress with stockings that had white bows at the top of them with your short heeled boots underneath your long coat. Your hair was down and curled softly at the ends and you-

You were crying. Full on shaking as you sobbed.

“y/n!” Scott reached to pull you in and you reached for him too, but took his can out of his hand before he could hug you. You took it and swallowed down multiple gulps before handing the can back to him. Scott’s hands wrapped around your arms as he pulled you inside. “What’re you doing here, what happened to your date with Theo?” He asked worriedly. You sniffled.

“H-he-he couldn’t make it” You stuttered, and Scott could hear the extra beat of your heart. You were lying.

“What’s wrong?” He asked softly, rubbing his palms over your arms.

“H-he can-canceled last minute I ha-had reservations and p-plans and so m-many things planned for the n-night it was g-gonna be perfect” Scott frowned, and pulled you closer to hug you tightly.

“I’m sorry y/n” He said, rubbing his hands over your back. “Say, you said you made reservations?” You nodded into his shoulder. “Where to?”

“That new Italian place” You sniffled, and Scott pulled away from you.

“Well then I’m going to go put on something nice, and then you and I are going to out to dinner and whatever else it was you had planned for the evening okay?” You smiled big at him, your round doe eyes gleaming.

“Really?” You asked quietly, and Scott grinned his crooked grin.

“Of course. I’ll be right back” He said, before heading upstairs.

“O-okay” You said, but you were already standing alone in his living room.

Scott scrambled around his closet, throwing out everything he had, but nothing seemed to be good enough. You were dressed so beautifully, and he didn’t have anything that looked nice enough to go out with you.

Not that he was going out with you, or that this was a date, he wasn’t suddenly your boyfriend or anything-

“Scott?” You called, catching him off guard. “You okay up there?”

“Y-yeah! Be down in a sec!” He said, and frantically ran his hands through his hair before finally picking something to wear.

You were standing by the door, unbuttoning your coat and hanging it up in the hall closet when Scott came back downstairs. You smiled at his hid long sleeved shirt with a few buttons open at the top, under his brown denim jacket at dark jeans.

“Is- is this okay? Is it not dressy enough?” You grinned and shook your head, your eyes watering at the sentiment.

“No, you look great” You told him sincerely, to which Scott flustered under the compliment.

“Well alright miss l/n, are you ready for an evening of romance and perfection/” Scott asked in a fake posh accent as e held out his arm to her. You giggled, and hooked your arm through his.

“I very much am” You told him, and he opened the door for you both to head out.

You walked to the restaurant, and he made sure to keep conversation light and you laughing. Trying to get your mind off whatever happened earlier with Theo. And every time you laughed, or smiled over at him, or squeezed onto his arm, a warm feeling would fill up his chest and he’d be a stuttering mess.

When you arrived at the restaurant, the waiter led you both to your table and gave you your menus. You and Scott spent some time laughing at how fancy it was, seeing that you usually just ordered a pizza or chinese takeout when you ate together.

“Alright, had the lovely pair of you decided in what you’d like to order?” The man asked, pulling out his pad of paper and pen as he came over to your table.

“Yes” You smiled, and proceeded to tell him what sounded the best to you. He took Scott’s order next then tucked the paper and pen back into his apron. He took Your menu, then moved to take Scott’s and gave him a knowing smile.

“You seem like a lucky man” He said, standing up as he held the menus in his arms. You blushed and looked down at your lap to hide your smile, but Scott just went with it.

“I sure am” The werewolf said before their waiter left. You giggled quietly and gave him a shy glance before taking a drink of your glass of water.

The dinner went perfectly, the food was perfect, you and Scott had a great time, and he even paid for the meals, much to your protest. When you left, walking outside in the night and just walking together, your realized how great of a night it really turned out to be.

“You know, I think I enjoyed myself more tonight than I would’ve with Theo” You said, wrapping your arm around Scott’s again because you liked the feeling it gave you when you did.

“Really?” Scott asked, a grin growing on his face. You nodded, looking up at him, and wrapping your other arm around his one as well, both clinging onto his bicep as you leaned your head on his shoulder.

“You wanna see what I had in store for the rest of the evening?” You asked him, and Scott grinned.

“I would love to see what you had in store for the rest of the evening” He replied happily, and you skipped slightly before pulling him down a different sidewalk, heading towards the park.

You told him excitedly how much thought you’d put into the night. That when dinner ended, you had so much more arranged afterwards.

“We’d walk to the park, under the stars, and I’d hold onto him like this” You slid one of your hands that was on Scott’s arm down to link your fingers together, which made Scott’s face heat up. “And I’d tell him how handsome he’d look, and he’d tell me how beautiful I looked, and I’d say ‘oh this? It’s nothing’ even though I spent an hour piecing everything together” You sighed dreamily at the idea in your head.

“You look beautiful tonight y/n” Scott told you, taking you by surprise. You looked up at him, a small smile tugging on your lips.

“Oh this? It’s nothing” You replied, earning a light chuckle out of him. “And you look so handsome” You added.

“Why thank you, I’d try my hardest for you my dear” He said, which made you laugh, but it softened as a thought dawned on you. Scott tried very hard for you tonight, and Theo… “Now, where in the park did you plan on taking him to?” Scott asked as you entered the large empty place.

It was a nice park in town, during the day it was sunny and the fields of grass always looked fresh and green. A few trees, benches, but your favorite part was the path. A cobblestone path that wove all through the area, there was even an extravagant but small bridge which was built over a creek that flowed through an expanse of the park.

“I figured we’d walk along here” You said, looking down to where you were guiding him on the path. Scott nodded, and continued along with you.

“You’re quite the romantic you know” He told you, and you chuckled bitterly. “What else had you thought out for the night?” You hummed.

“We’d… walk around here a bit, talk about where we’re going with life and past stuff and… probably about how Stiles wants to kill him but it’d all be light hearted and sweet” You told him. Scott hummed in amusement of your words.

“You come up with visions like Stiles does” He said, making you laugh.

“Well I hope I don’t sound as crazy”

“Nah, you only sound crazy when you talk about whatever new band you’re into” Scott said.

“Hey! (favorite band) is amazing do not discredit them!” You yelled, jabbing an accusatory finger towards him. Scott gave you a look.

“Uh huh” Was all he said on the subject.

“Alright well, we’ve got the light hearted banter for the night out of the way” You said with a playful eye roll. Scott smiled crookedly at you.

“And what’s next?” He asked.

“The best part” You grinned, and pulled away from him, before running up the path. Scott laughed to himself, hanging his head down slightly before jogging after you.

You’d made it onto the bridge, and was able to admire the moonlight shining down on the water and darkened park. After a little bit you turned and squinted to see Scott.

“Hey what’s taking you so long?” You called, and could faintly see him run up to you.

“I got you a flower” He said, grinning widely and holding out a daisy he’d picked. You smiled and giggled like you were a six year old that just heard she was pretty from a cute boy.

“Aww, thank you” You said, reaching out and taking the flower from him gently. Your fingers brushed together momentarily, making you fluster and stare down at the daisy as you twirled it between your fingertips. “I love it” You said, smiling bashfully back at him before turning around to lean over the edge of the bridge, looking down at the water.

“You picked a beautiful spot” Scott told you, walking over to stand next to you, his arms sitting on the railing as he leaned over to watch the water with you. “You’ve been here before, haven’t you?” He pondered aloud.

“Yeah… a lot actually” You said with a nervous laugh. “During the day sometimes I… I come here to read, or sit and people watch, walk with music in and just enjoy the scenery” You told him. “But I used to come here a lot at night, when I couldn’t sleep we had all these crazy problems. Doctors turning teenagers into weapons, assassins, alphas- and before you tell me how dangerous it is, I already know” Scott chuckled.

“Yeah well I’d prefer it when their aren’t crazy people running around trying to kill us” He said. “But why didn’t you just call one of us and ask us to come? You know I would’ve in a heartbeat” You smiled over at him at the kind thought.

“I know but… It was always like, three in the morning-”

“Waking me up is worth you not dying” Scott chuckled, and you did too.

“I know I just… I’m out of excuses” You decided.

“Yeah well, next time, call me” He said, and you nodded, biting at your lip as your eyes flickered from the creek to your flower.

“I will” You said softly, twirling it around in your gers again, watching it spin. “Thanks for spending the night with me Scott, it really means a lot” You said, and he looked over at you, even though you wouldn’t look away from the flower.

“Yeah I… I just wanted you to have your perfect night” He told you honestly. You smiled down at your flower again.

“Well, I did” You said. “We would’ve been standing right here too, still talking of course and I’d…” You moved over slightly, leaning against Scott, and taking his arm, wrapping it around yourself. Your hand stayed clasped around his wrist as you kept your body tucked against his. You relished for a moment in the feeling his being in Scott’s arms, feeling his heart beating just slightly against your back. “I’d stand like this” You finally finished quietly. “And we’d watch the moon”

Scott set his chin on the top of your head, holding you in both of his arms now, wrapped around your front.

“It’s just be quiet… like this” You murmured, and closed your eyes.

He wasn’t sure how long the two of you stood there silently, but he wasn’t about to move or speak to ruin it now. Scott was sure that this was the only time he’d ever be able to hold onto you like this, to be close to you like this. And as much as he didn’t want it to end, he knew it would at some point.

“She took my kiss” You whispered, and if he wasn’t a werewolf, he was sure he wouldn’t have heard it. “I walked over to his place… ready to go” You continued in a small voice. “And he was there, and so was Tracy” You didn’t need to say anything else for him to understand what had happened.

“You want me to kill him?” Scott asked, and you chuckled, shaking your head, then leaning more against him.

“No” You said. “I just wish she didn’t ruin the night, take what I had perfectly planned” You sighed, and closed your eyes again as you held back the tears again that night. “It’d be the perfect kiss in the moonlight” You breathed out. “But all he wanted was a tongue shoved down his throat” Scott turned you around and held you tightly in his arms, cradling the back of your head in his hand.

“I want you to know that he’s an asshole who didn’t deserve your time, or the time that we spent tonight. And that he doesn’t deserve an ounce of the happiness that you bring people naturally, okay?” You were staring down at the flower in your hand, your other hand still holding onto his wrist.

“Thank you, Scott” You said.

“Alright, now come on!” He said excitedly, and before you could question, he let go of you and ran away. You laughed softly, wiping away the tears from under your eyes before following after him. You watched as he awkwardly skidded down the hill to the creek, pulling off his shoes and then peeling off his socks. Your interest peaked, you kept watching as he rolled up his jeans and turned to look at you. “Well come on!” He called, holding his hand out to you as you made your way down towards him.

“What are… what are you doing?” You asked as you went down the hill towards him.

“Adding something fun to your night” Scott said with a boyish smile. “Take off your shoes” You gave him a strange look, but slipped off your boots anyways, then rolled down your stockings before pulling them off your feet as well. You carefully set your daisy down in the grass by your shoes, to keep it safe.

“Alright now wh-”

“Now we go in!” Scott said, before jumping into the shallow water. You shrieked just slightly out of reaction to some of it splashing on you. But then you instantly followed after him, wading around in the cool water of the creek. You giggled and pranced a little bit, enjoying the feeling it gave you. Something like freedom, carefree freedom. SKipping through the water and kicking it slightly at Scott.

“Sorry!” You laughed, covering your mouth with your hand.

“Oh so that’s what we’re playing?” Scott asked mischievously. Your jaw dropped open, realizing what he meant by that. Before you could move, he kicked water at you, splashing over your legs.

“Scott!” You squealed, jumping back while splashing him at the same time. He just ran after you as you went towards the bridge again. You kept turning around to splash him, only to be splashed back and you’d run awkwardly away from him. You stopped when you were under the bridge, the water sloshing around your ankles as you stood there. You were looking up at the cement arc of the underside of the bridge. The moonlit water reflected against it, casting light all over it. You grinned, then looked at Scott.

He wanted to walk over to you, swing you off of your feet, give you some big romantic gesture to end the night. But he let you have your moment.

Besides, you looked beautiful in this light.

When you were both finished playing in the water you got out and stood in the grass for a bit to dry off, that way you didn’t have to put shoes and socks on wet feet. You brushed your hands over the skirt of your dress, flattening out the nonexistent wrinkles.

“Thank you again, Scott” You told him, smiling nervously up at him. He could instantly smell the anxiety coming off of you, and hear the rapid beating of your heart.

“Yeah no problem” He replied as he began to pull on his socks and shoes. You did the same, picking up your daisy and skittishly began to twirl it around in your fingertips again. “y/n you reek of anxiety what’s going on? What’re you thinking about?” He asked you, and you bit the inside of your cheek for a moment.

“Do-do me a favor?” You asked. Scott’s brows furrowed momentarily, but he nodded anyways. “Will you close your eyes for me, for a sec?” He chuckled slightly but nodded again, letting his eyes slip shut. You hesitantly stepped forward, closer to you.

“Is this the part where you murder me?” You laughed at the question, your tension easing up.

“No, no” You murmured, and rose your hands up, watching them tremble as you placed them against his jaw. Though your fingers merely brushed up against his skin. It took everything in his power not to open his eyes as he felt you coming closer.

He could tell from the way the toes of your shoes bumped into his, and your cool breath ghosted over his lips. He could hear you taking in small shaky breaths as your hands slid up further to frame around his face.

Your eyes scanned all over his face, trying to read his expression but he was surprisingly calm looking. (You didn’t know that he was freaking out on the inside).

“Okay” You whispered aloud, mostly to reassure yourself. “Just… just keep them closed” You told him, and he nodded, his face still held in your hands.

“Alright” He responded in a murmur.

You took in a small breath, before leaning forward more, the tip of your nose pressed against his. He pushed forward slightly, and when the top of your lip brushed against his, he froze, and you shrunk back just enough so the contact was no longer there. Before he could mentally curse himself and apologize to you, you leaned up all the way onto the tips of your toes, and pressed your lips against his completely.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you breathed in through your nose sharply, inhaling his scent of coffee and aftershave. His hands laid themselves on your waist, tugging you just slightly towards him. When you both pulled away to take in a short breath of air, you didn’t even open your eyes before kissing again, a soft, and sweet kiss.

Scott’s eyes opened before yours when you parted , and he studied you carefully, your own eyes still squeezed shut. Your hands were still laying on his jaw, and you had barely moved an inch away from him. When you did open your eyes, you looked straight up to his eyes.

“I…” Your voice almost instantly failed you. “I needed to kiss… to end the night” You said softly, voice cracking a little. Scott nodded, looking down for a second before reaching up to take your hand in his, the one practically holding the stem of your flower against his face. He kept his gaze on your hands, both of his wrapped around your one, the daisy being held onto carefully. You were staring at him while he was staring at the flower, and all you could think about was how warm he was.

“Well, Theo really missed out on something special tonight” He said, and your heart dropped to your stomach.

“Yeah” Was all you could manage to say. You couldn’t even look away from your flower.

Stupid stupid flower.

You pulled your hands out of his, took one last look at the flower before throwing it on the ground.

“y/n are you-”

“I like you Scott” You seriously, and he looked at you in pure shock.

“You- you what?” He stuttered.

“I..” You paused trying to think of what to say next that didn’t sound totally bat shit crazy. I’ve been in love with you since I first saw you when I moved here, you thought to yourself. You looked down at the discarded flower. “Ilikeyou” You muttered so low and so fast Scott blinked trying to catch exactly just what you had told him.

“What was that?” Scott asked with a growing smile.

“Don’t make me say it again” You groaned, closing your eyes and rubbing them with your hands out of embarrassment.

“Come on I didn’t quite catch it-”

“Scott!” You whined, shoving on his chest with a laugh because of course he heard it. “You have the ears of a werewolf I’m sure you heard it” You said, staring at him with worry in your eyes. Fear of rejection.

“Yeah, I did” He said, and before you could blink, his hand cupped around your cheek, and pulled his lips down to yours. A small sound died in the back of your throat in surprise by his action, but you sank into the kiss with ease. Your hands slid up his chest, gripping his shoulders slightly before tangling up in his hair. You pulled him impossibly closer to you. The kisses were long, and hard, and passionate. It made your heart beat faster and swoon for the boy that had held you in his arms. Even when you broke the kiss, you stayed close to him, your noses and foreheads staying pressed together, lips brushing over each other just barely.

“I love you” You whispered out after a few silent moments. Your eyes still shut again. Scott smiled, and hooked his finger under your chin for a moment before sliding his hand up to lay against your cheek. You leaned into the touch of his palm.

“You know I love you too” Scott replied, kissing the dip of your nose between your eyes. “I’ve always loved you y/n, since we met in freshman year” He let out a small airy laugh of relief, your eyes fluttering open to see him smiling down at you. “And it’s never gonna change, it’s never gonna go away”

With that you pressed a quick kiss to his lips before wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him close.

You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to bask in the moment as long as possible.

i feel like i haven’t posted in a while so i’m sorry, i was up all night and morning writing this heheh...

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andrea-writes · 7 years

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Pairing: You x Yohane Series: Love Live! Sunshine!! Words: 1873 words Rating: T Summary: You spends the night with Yohane after an unfortunate realization, leading to the two of them sharing more than just their worries... Notes: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaangst. I had this story idea stuck in my head for days so I just had to write it out. I have no idea where it’d fit into the timeline of the series. It’s just You x Yohane in the saddest context I could think of.

I could hear the wind playing with the tree branches outside the window. It was past midnight, yet I hadn’t been able to fall asleep. Perhaps it was the temperature of the room, it was fairly hot even at night, or perhaps it’s that I couldn’t stop thinking about these past few months.

When we decided to have a training camp I had no qualms about coming along, after all, it’s thanks to everyone in Aqours that I’m able to be myself. Still, lying alone in this dark room couldn’t help but bring back painful memories.

I’ve got no one to blame but myself. Everyone suggested we’d sleep three in each room, split up by our years. It was I who decided to leave Zuramaru and Ruby on their own and take up the empty fourth room for myself.

A fallen angel shouldn’t dwell on the past... Not that it matters now. Perhaps coming here and becoming a school idol was just another misfortunate case of me screwing up again. It’d be just my luck after all.

“Yoshi-- Ehm, Yohane-chan?”

The door had slid open while I was caught in my thoughts. The moonlight lit up enough of the room for me to recognize the girl standing with her futon rolled up in her arms.

“You ...san?” I was somewhat startled, “What’s the matter?”

“Is it okay if I sleep in here?”

“Huh?”

“If you don’t want me to I’ll go, I just figured I’d ask.”

There was something off about her voice. Almost like she had strained it. I sat up and waved her inside. She rolled out the futon next to me and sat down on top of it.

“I didn’t wake you up, did I?”

“Uhm... No, I was awake.”

“Good.”

The moonlight lit her up once more and I realized why her voice didn’t sound the way it used to. Her cheeks were stained and her eyes glossy. She wouldn’t look at me directly when speaking, clearly wanting to hide it.

“Have you been crying, You-san?”

“What? No... I...” She went quiet for a second, “Yes.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond to her honesty. You wasn’t someone I thought I’d see crying, she always seemed like one of the stone pillars of the group.

“Is it that obvious?”

“Huh?” I put my hand up to my chin, “Well, you can’t hide anything from my mind-reading powers.”

“...”

“Sorry, I heard it in your voice.”

“I see.”

Seeing her like this was frustrating. I wasn’t sure what to say or do, let alone if I even could help her feel any better. Before I had been able to form my thoughts You had already crawled into her sheets and faced away from me.

“You-san...”

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll feel better in the morning.”

“If...” I suddenly found myself talking without knowing the words coming out of my mouth, “If you want someone to talk to, I’m here for you.”

“Huh?”

“I know what it’s like to not have anyone to cry to. I know what it’s like to not have anyone to confide in.”

“But you barely know me...”

“I don’t care, you’re still my friend, aren’t you? If you want me to, I’ll hear you out, no matter what you need to say. I don’t want you to suffer alone.”

“...”

“And if you don’t want to say a thing to me, then fine, but I want you to know that I’m here for you, even if we don’t know each other that well.”

I took a deep breath and looked down at the older girl in front of me, she was silent. Maybe I overstepped my boundaries. Just as I was about to apologize I heard her sniffling.

Then the sniffling turned into a muffled cry as her body curled up in front of my eyes. She was crying again, not just shedding a few tears but completely tearing herself up.

“I’m sorry!” I panicked, unsure what to say or do, “I didn’t mean to put any pressure on you, I’m so sorry, I-”

“No, don’t... Don’t apologize.”

“But...”

I felt her hand reach for mine, shaking, as she turned back around with her face drenched in tears. I put my palm on top of her hand as she recovered her breath.

“Can I ...tell you something?”

“Of course.”

“Something you can’t tell anybody else.”

“I’ll swear an unholy vow, so that should I break it I’d fall deeper into the depths of hell than ever before.”

She laughed, not loud or enough to break her crying, but enough for her to crack a smile.

“Okay, then I’ll tell you...”

She told me that she had feelings for her childhood friend that went beyond that of friendship. She’d known it for a long time but was afraid of admitting it to her, simply hoping she’d have her friend discover it on her own.

She didn’t tell me the name of the friend, but she didn’t need to. The more she spoke the more clear her story came together. The friend had met someone else, someone she seemed to care for even more than You.

“It’s my own fault, I waited too long. By the time I realized it I had sprinted past my chance to tell her.” she continued, “I had cemented myself as a reliable friend who could never be more than that to her.”

“I can understand why that would upset you.”

“It’s not just that though, but on top of it all I get angry. I see her happy with someone else and despite loving her so much, her happiness makes me furious.” she hid her face in her pillow, “I’m a terrible friend...”

“No, you’re not.”

“I am.” she shot up from the pillow, looking me right in the eyes, “Could you imagine being upset that the person you care the most for in the world has found happiness?”

“Well...” I took a deep breath before facing her gaze, “Yes, I can.”

“What?”

“I suppose it’s only fair I share my own secret with you, since you trusted me with yours.”

“Yoshiko...?”

“Yohane.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s not exactly the same story as yours, but it’s very similar.” I let out a sigh, was I really about to tell her this? Too late to stop now... “It started in kindergarten, a friend I made there became very special to me.”

“Was it...”

“Let’s keep names out of this.”

“Okay.”

“I didn’t know it at the time, but I had fallen for her, deeply. It was something I could never admit to her face, it’d be out of character. Not that it mattered, as we were separated later in life.”

I looked down at You’s hand, it was no longer shaking, but had instead firmly gripped on to mine. I decided to not say anything about it and continue my story.

“Eventually, we saw each other again. She was happy to see me and we’re still friends, but it was clear that someone had taken the position I so desperately had wanted to fill.”

“How did it make you feel?”

“Angry. Disappointed. Sad. I blamed myself for letting it happen, for letting her get away from me. I wanted to put a curse on them both to make them fall apart but ...I couldn’t. I loved her too much and her partner was nothing but kind and sweet to her and me.”

“I guess we’re the same.”

“Sort of, yeah.”

“Yohane? Thank you for telling me about this, it made me feel a little better, a little less alone.”

“You’re welcome, I suppose.”

You moved a little closer to me, still gripping onto my hand. I wish i could have read her thoughts for real, not that it took her long to spell them out for me.

“Can i hug you?”

“What?”

“I feel like we could both use a hug right now, is it not okay?”

“I’m not really good why physical contact.”

“Oh, I see.”

“But...” I looked at the girl in front of me, meant to be my older upperclassman and the stoic stone pillar who keep our group together, now looking so frail and weak. Before I knew it I answered her request, “Okay, we can hug.”

Her arms folded onto my back as she reached across from her futon to mine. Her head placed on my shoulder as we sunk down together. I wasn’t sure how to hold her and it felt a little awkward.

“This is nice.” the girl in my arms softly admitted.

She looked up at me, right in the eyes. I could feel the heat get worse than before. Not just from the room temperature, but from You’s arms and gaze. Her bottom lip was shaking, just slightly, as she spoke again.

“Yohane... I think I’m about to do something foolish.”

Her face was so close I could almost feel our skin touching. I knew what she was about to do. I thought to stop her but instead found myself telling her the exact opposite.

“Do it.”

Our lips met, first softly and then rougher. I responded to You’s kiss without a thought as to where our actions might lead. Consequences weren’t important, not even our feelings were important right now, all that mattered was the way we touched and felt each other.

I didn’t have romantic feelings for the girl in my arms, nor did she have any for me. Yet we couldn’t stop kissing, hugging and moaning as one in this moment. It felt good and it felt right. If the two of us were doomed to be lonely then how could it be wrong for us to find solace in each other?

After our lips finally separated I felt You’s head weight down on my shoulder once again. She looked so pretty in the moonlight. It made me wish we had met under different circumstances. But maybe if we had, I wouldn’t ever had seen her like this.

“Is it okay if I fall asleep like this?”

“What if someone walks in?”

“We’ll tell them you had a nightmare.”

“Why me?”

“Because nothing scares Watanabe You.”

“Well nothing can scare a fallen angel either.”

There was no further response from the girl. She was already sound asleep on top of me. I let out a sigh and pulled my sheet over the both of us. I was ready to go to sleep when I heard her say something in her sleep.

“Chika...”

I wasn’t surprised. I had figured out who she was talking about from the very start after all. The sadness in her voice stung however.

“Chika... Don’t leave me...”

Her arms tightened around me. I put my hand on the back of her head and whispered into her ear.

“I’m not going anywhere, You-chan.”

The tension in her body slowly went away as she went back to sleeping soundly. I smiled at the girl as I felt myself falling asleep as well. I didn’t mind that she was thinking about someone else while holding me. In a way, it made me happy that someone wanted me, even in the place of someone else.

“I love you, Chika,,,”

“I love you, You-chan.”

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mer-birdman · 7 years

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@quilleth asked: For the ways to say I love you prompts, for your 7kpp angst child ;) 22 (I'm evil, I know). or 29. For the signs of affection prompts: 1, 15 or 23

This is part 2, with the OCs! :) I know they may not have been what you intended, but don’t worry. There’s still plenty of angst to go around ^^ just OC angst instead of 7K angst, lol.

1 - A Touch (Filled with Kiki & Leo — QP? — from Natural 20)

He's hearing them again.

The voices.

I can tell better and better now, even though we're back in our world and he's staying on a spare futon in mine and Terra's room. We went to bed early tonight, because everything's been a mess since we found him and school just isn't helping. Neither Leo nor I have gone to class, but Indu's been sending all of our coursework home with Alice and Terra, so I've been trying to help him keep up. Even so, it's— it's not been easy.

I'm in my bed, trying to order a proper binder from one of the companies Arden's oldest brother suggested, and I know Leo's hearing the voices again because he's got his hands clasped over his ears and there's a sort of whimpering coming from his general location. Of course, there's also the part about things in his vicinity starting to shake and float.

From what we can tell, some things... carried over, from the other world. For all of us, not just Leo — sometimes, I feel energy pulsing at my fingertips, as though it wants me to use it but I don't know how. Sophie's noticed that she never gets bruises and scratches and headaches anymore, and the other day Terra picked up the couch Alice and I were sitting on while cleaning. With one hand, while vacuuming, and didn't even break a sweat. Xander doesn't make any noise when he walks, and whenever Arden sings any light source glows brighter. Indu and Alice haven't said anything, but I bet they're feeling something too — I just hope Alice doesn't start literally breathing fire at us. Or whatever her dragon heritage was in the game — I still don't know.

The glass of water on my desk starts to shake, and I close my laptop with a sigh. This is starting to become a new tradition, it seems, or at least until he recovers from— from whatever in the world this is. Because we don't know much about the voices, and Leo can't stand talking about them when he's coherent (and that itself has been pretty rare since we got back), but we do know how to fight them off.

Touch.

"Shh." I climb off of my bed and onto his futon, pushing my feet under his crumpled blanket and pulling it up over us both. The first time I did this, it was awkward, but since it helped him fall asleep for the first time since our return... well, I've gotten used to the proximity that comes when I wrap my arms around him and tuck his head against the side of my neck. He's crying, I can tell from the dampness on my skin, but that's okay. "It's okay, Leo. They can't get to you." His hands grab onto fistfuls of my shirt, legs that are longer than mine again (it's so strange, being back in this differently-shaped body after the time spent as Orpheus) knocking against my ankles and linking with my knees.

He's skinnier than he was before, and even though it's partially from his time spent there, I know he also hasn't been eating since we got back. He usually just isn't coherent enough to get much down, and sometimes on the worst days he can't even keep it there. I can feel his ribs against my arm, and while usually it would just remind me of my own dysphoria and body image issues (and oh, they're just worse now that I know what it's like to feel like my skin fits), now just isn't the time.

Leo sobs, quiet and barely more than a shaky breath, and I run one hand through his hair. The fuchsia dye is long gone, leaving just light brown the color of dust. I want nothing more than to destroy the person who did this to him, nothing more than to punish the one who hurt my best friend like this.

"They can't hurt you here."

15 - A Goodnight Kiss (Filled with Alexa & Corellon — Familial — from CotW)

"Cor?"

The form of her brother, curled on the bed with the blanket pulled up to cover everything but his empty eyes, hadn't changed since she last visited that morning, and Alexa repressed the urge to cry in anger. She knew, knew that his recovery would take time, that he had been trapped with that woman — with her mother, and she was definitely not going to think about that now — for almost nine years. She'd only been there for a couple months, and she still couldn't set foot above ground without freezing in fear.

But her brother had been trapped in this catatonic state since they rescued him, and that had been two weeks ago.

Alexa would never admit it, but she was disappointed. Scared, too, but more disappointed than anything. After so many years, she'd finally found her brother again — the boy who'd found her, raised her, taught her that no matter what the others in her village said, she was still precious and valuable — and he couldn't even hear her voice when she spoke to him. Didn't react when she held his hand and told him about what he'd missed in the years he was gone, didn't focus on her face when she knelt down to meet his eyes. Alexa knew she could more than take care of herself, but every time she came to this room, it felt like she was once again the little girl who'd lost the last part of her family, the little girl who didn't belong anymore.

The chair by his bedside was empty, and she settled herself into it again, reaching out to clasp his hand in hers like she did every night. "Dinner's over. Miri and Bal cooked tonight — they used Hallea's sauce recipe, and I swear Taliesin was salivating before it even hit the table." She laughed, scars tugging and eyebrows quirking up at the memory. "Zan almost smacked him, I think, and Cyriss couldn't stop laughing."

Silence filled the room.

"Tomorrow, we're going back to hand-to-hand training. The rest of the initiates and I are working with Savella on endurance and accuracy, and Cyriss is going to work with Taliesin on fighting with one hand. He's, um..." Pausing to clear her throat, she sighed and made a face. "His arm is healing well — Miss Lilia and Danaë are doing a fantastic job. But just... he hasn't smiled, even once, since we brought you back. I think he feels guilty, since you were his partner. He's been really upset about it."

Corellon didn't respond, blank gaze slowly closing as he slipped into sleep. Letting herself exhale softly, Alexa stood and released his hand, bending over to press a gentle kiss to his forehead the way he would to her when she was very little and still had nightmares about lightning and large birds. The stones laid in the ceiling dimmed as she crossed the room to the door, casting only the barest sort of moonlight glow when she paused and turned to look back at the still figure under the covers.

"Goodnight, Cor. Sleep well."

23 — Any of the Above (aka Author’s Choice) — 22. A Promise (Filled with Raven & Asia & Revel — Romantic — from Wild World)

She couldn't keep promises.

Violet — no, Raven, her name was Raven, she knew that — couldn't keep promises. Promises were dangerous, they were connections that would just tie her down. They would lock her in and take away her freedom, create risks and liabilities she couldn't afford to take with what was left of her life. She knew this, and yet— and yet—

"Don't worry, Asia." He was feverish, head pillowed on her thigh (he shouldn't have felt that safe with her, she was nothing but a weapon) and shivering even though it was warm in Nowex. The spider infestation was getting worse and worse, and he was starting to become incoherent with pain on the worst days. One eye was already lost, and one lung was almost gone — she knew that, she could see the signs. There was no reason to believe he would survive. "Don't worry, I promise we'll fix you."

Next to her, Revel was mixing up more medicine while everyone else slept (they shouldn't have felt that safe around her, to sleep while she was awake), and he paused to drape a damp cloth across Asia's too-warm brow. "Listen to her, Asia. You're going to be fine."

"Y-you sure about that?"

Thick, blood-tinted tears rolled down their friend's cheeks, and Violet— Raven, Raven, she knew this— wiped them away with one thumb (a thumb that could have killed a hundred men without a care, how was she able to use it for such a small kindness, it seemed impossible). They trusted her, but she's never been anything but a killer and a liar.

"Yeah. I promise."

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A Bachelorette Bio Breakdown: They Would Do Anything for Love (And They Will Do THAT)

There comes a time in every 20-something's life…when they must take a season off from The Bachelor franchise. For me, that season was Nick. Not because I don't like Nick—I find him no better or worse than any Bachelor(ette) who has come before him. (Actually I find him better because, uh, I'm pretty sure Prince Farming recently killed a guy).

I just needed a break. Yes I know about Corrinne. Yes, I stand in awe and fear of her. Yes, she has a perfectly round head-shape like a peanut M&M when they forget to put the peanut in that I don't trust, but do tend to admire, a la Stassi from Vanderpump Rules. Though it left a gaping hole in my heart—as if I was forgetting to eat breakfast every single day, and that missing breakfast was made of thigh gaps and man-tears—it was good for me. I return refreshed, and more importantly, completely clueless about what to expect from Rachel, or as I have taken to calling her: the Rachelorette (pronounced R8chelorette).

The only thing I can remember about Rachel from the brief glimpses I caught of Nick's season is that she got the First Impression Rose of Doom and I once saw her in a full-out sprint and not a single part of her body jiggled. From what I understand, she remained charming throughout and some issues of race were (not awfully) addressed in her hometown visit. I have to imagine that conversation went something like this:

Rachel's parents, in unison: Nick, we can't help but notice that you're white. And also, that our daughter is way out of your league.

Nick: But—

Rachel's parents, alternating back and forth every other word: Yes, even now that you're two percent body fat and there's something different about your face that we can't quite put our finger on.

Rachel: Ha, you right, fam. See ya, Nick, I'm about to be the first black Bachelorette!

Nick: And I…I will take my last titular stand in Dancing With the Stars where I will wear more sequins and bronzer than any Bachelorette could ever dream of.

Since I clearly know very little about Rachel, I also expect very little out of her, which is kind of nice. Rachel can be a robot and it won't really matter—in fact, since she's from Dallas, a place solely populated by gallerias that smell like fancy fountains and hot young women that also smell like fancy fountains (lookin’ at you, JoJo), it will make perfect sense if she's just an average, smart, attractive woman. But she's also the first black lead in the Bachelor franchise, so y’know, the producers will probably run this entire freight train into the ground trying to be cool about that.

Unfortunately, unlike the contestant bios which are full of enlightening questions like "What fruit would you be if you could be any fruit?" and "What brand of high-end blender would you be I you could be any brand of high-end blender?" the Bachelorette's bio is just four paragraphs of excruciating prose. And since Rachel is an attorney, hers is 80 percent lawyer puns, 15 percent conjunctions, 5 percent her own name, and exactly 0 percent concentrated power of will. What I learned is that. 1.) Rachel went to the University of Texas, which checks out because it's almost easier to imagine her with a tiny temporary tattoo of a burnt orange longhorn on her cheek than without, and 2.) "Winning in court has never been a problem, but finding love is a case that unfortunately remains open." Yeesh.

So, let's, uh, call this court to order by meeting all 31 of the, uh, romantic prosecutors who have been, uh, subpoenaed in this case of, uh, LOVE IN THE FIRST DEGREE. Nailed it.

This isn’t necessarily the all-around hottest group of suitors we've ever had. But it is the most diverse. And that's because Rachel is a minority, so ABC will let her date another minority: a black guy, an Asian guy, a Latino guy…hell, she could even choose a white guy if she wants (but they will withhold her daily allotment of Snackwells if she tries to pull any of that shit). They're so open-minded this season, you guys. Honestly! They're very cool with what Caitlyn Jenner is up to; they retweet DeRay sometimes; some of their best friends went to the Women's March.

And while they may have curiously kept Rachel a blank slate in the marketing leading up to her season, all the jacked dudes trying to woo her come pre-packaged with a whole slew of questions by which to judge them. Pretty much every single one of them says they're 6'2 or taller, they're all obsessed with the Rock, Denzel Washington and Matthew McConaughey, like, six of them have inner-lip tattoos, and I don't know if Rachel requested that they all be sexual deviants, or if this is just the Freak House that Kaitlyn Bristowe Built, but everyone has gotten up to some real weird shit in the bedroom. So without further ado…

Rachel's Top 12 Most Interesting Men (according to a questionnaire completed under a distorting blanket of warm Jägermeister served in a plastic cup by producers who lured you out of a food court Sbarro with promises of love and more deli meat than one could ever imagine, plus, if you mention Elon Musk in your questionnaire, everyone will think you're smart, and also, if you say no to doing this, you're probably at least a little subconsciously racist, just something to think about—alright, see ya in Calabasas, buddy!) in no particular order:

Adam—Real Estate Agent, 27

When asked what his typical Saturday night looks like, Adam responded, "Well if it's not with my couch, then I would go out with some friends for dinner and go out to a bar or club for drinks, maybe late night tacos." Dude…you know that sounds like you're fucking your couch. You know that. Adam also said the most romantic gift he's ever received is a threesome for his birthday. Just him, his little lady, and that sweet, sweet couch.

DeMario—Executive Recruiter, 30

Excuse me as I half claim DeMario as my 2017 boyfriend, and half assess him as my 2017 nemesis because he might be the person I wish I was. DeMario's description of himself during social outings is like if a Kanye tweet (RIP) had an exclamation point baby with a Cher tweet: "100% the party starter… always blowing my whistle and making NOISE!!! Let's fire it up, put on some Prince and party like it's 1999!!!!" It could only be better if he threw a little Jaden-existentialism in the mix. And if those are all references you understand, you will also appreciate DeMario's thoughts on being the center of attention: "I won't lie, I love attention… not like '07 B. Spears attention or 2011 Sheen. Natural attention like when Justin and Brit wore those incredible denim outfits." Oh, you mean MY PERMANENT TWITTER THEME?

DeMario has a real Michael B. Jordan thing going for him, he chose a crew neck t-shirt instead of a v-neck, and he seems to choose to capitalize words or abbreviate them completely at random. I love him and I will make him mine. And who does DeMario hope to make his? His ideal mate is, "Outgoing, people person, funny, crazy, calm, cool, loud, funny, geeky but cool like The Fonz." Who has two thumbs, is standing near a jukebox, and is exactly like that? (Hint: It me.)

Anthony—Education Software Manager, 26

Anthony is too young for Rachel, but he also seems like the smartest one in the bunch. He got a Fulbright Scholarship to teach on the Ivory Coast, he name checks that weird carnivorous island in Life of Pi, his favorite movies are the very well-rounded trio of The Iron Giant, Moonlight and The Matrix, and his ideal mate is intellectual. Also he says he has "virtually no limits" in the bedroom"…so he will let you do butt stuff.

Diggy—Senior Inventory Analyst, 31

Homboy wore Warby Parkers to the beach. And they look good! Homeboy also took us on a wild ride via his questionnaire answers—and that makes sense. I don't think you come by the name Diggy because of your mild demeanor. (However, that this is not a grown-up Diggy Simmons is a disappointment that cannot be overcome.) Diggy begins a lot of his sentences with "Now," and it's hard to tell if he's marking the time or speaking like an elderly southern woman: "Now [chile], I'm trying to recover from the day drinking!" But once you get past that, I find his most embarrassing moment hilarious: "When I was stranded on a toilet for hours in 5th grade." Tell me everything, I'm dying for more Dig-Diggy-deets!

Now, where I could have used less information is in his "fun story about a one night stand" answer. Diggy explains that he spent all day with a young lady, then she came home with him and they had sex. Then she got a text that her brother was missing, "so I played asleep so I didn't have to help!" Hey Digs, wtf? That girl just gave you her special wonder gift and waited for you during your hours of patented Diggy Toilet Time—help her find her damn brother! [Ed. Note: They better fucking put that one-night-stand question in the next women's questionnaire or I swear…I have no threat. I will watch this show until the day it kills me. But I WILL make a note of it!]

Bryan—Chiropractor, 37

Thirty-seven?! Get it, Bryan! Bryan is cute and a little shifty, and not just because he's a chiropractor (ed. note: sick chiropractor burn from someone who has never, not once, been to a chiropractor). For example, when asked to list his three best attributes, Bryan replies, "Affectionate/passionate, personable/charming/funny, kind/good heart." Bryan. You can't just use slashes and act like that isn't seven attributes! Affectionate and passionate are not even remotely synonyms, and if they were, you could just say one. But Bry-Guy fits in all those great attributes, and then one more: Bryan's favorite flower…is an orchid. Haaaaave ya met Bryan? He loves vaginas!

Bryce—Firefighter, 30

We're all on the same page that Bryce is an animated character of some kind, right? Like…he's that thing where a cartoon Easter Bunny turns into a human man and is debatably hot, right? Also, "a fresh drink of water with a jolt of lightening" is an incredible way to describe yourself as a lover, right? In return, Bryce only asks that his mate have "eyes you could drown in and a smile that insults the sun." I'm gonna be so mad when Bryce is totally boring and gets eliminated the first night, because describing handwritten letters as "one of the purest forms of materialized emotion" is just really not a diction rollercoaster I expected to take in the Bachelorette Bio Breakdown.

Fred—Executive Assistant, 27

"My greatest achievement is attending two graduate school program from two different universities simultaneously and graduating from both in the same weekend." Fred says he wants to be Ellen for a day, but he is, in fact, living the life of Hermoine with a Time-Turner. Fred also has the single most question-inducing answer of all the 31 men. When asked if he's ever been turned on at the wrong time, he responds, "Yes, there are times that I get aroused at work and I have to go back to my desk to avoid being noticed." Fred, "times?" How frequently this happening? And why is it always happening away from your desk? Where are you going in your office as an executive assistant that's constantly giving you boners? Are you the executive assistant at PornHub? Is everyone at PornHub constantly having to watch you erection-dash back to your desk: "Uh oh, looks like Fred angled his dangle by the fish tank again." I got my eye on your, Fred.

Kenny—Professional Wrestler, 35

I have it on good authority that Kenny is actually a fairly well-known wrestler, and it is my own personal opinion that Kenny contains multitudes. He has a daughter who he speaks of very sweetly, his favorite book is The New Jim Crow, and he once sent a woman a different edible arrangement for a week. Please don't be a dick, Kenny.

He also thinks he and The Rock are "very much alike," which, I get it—I want to think I'm the most charming, beloved man in the world too. But I'm not the Rock, and neither is Kenny. If he's anywhere close though, I demand he be the next Bachelor. And if not, I propose Kenny be cross-network drafted into The Challenge in what I am calling a "reverse-Miz."

Lucas—Whaboom, 30

Hey Lucas, real quick, what the hell. I don't know if you noticed, but everybody this season has 1950s jobs: doctor, lawyer…professional wrestler. You can't just make a made-up word your profession. You also can't say that your ideal mate would be four different animated characters—Belle, Cinderella, Little Mermaid, and Jessica Rabbit—three of whom I'm pretty sure are teenagers. In the very weird Facebook Live Chris Harrison did, he described Whaboom for the confused listener: "It's a lifestyle. It's an essence. It's who he is. It's a noun, it's a verb, it's an adverb. You can be Whaboom, you can be Whaboomed, and you can Whaboom." Hey Chris Harrison, you know what else is a lifestyle? Zippin' it.

Jonathan—Tickle Monster, 31

Which brings us to Jonathan and his stab at being the person with a weird job—sorry bro, who could have known Lucas was going to swoop in with Whaboom, spawning, like, 100 Bustle posts. Like "Twins" and "Dog Lover" before him, Jonathan has given himself an occupation that is not a thing, but my assumption is he's a pediatrician or something. Either that, or he, a.) plays the Cookie Monster on Sesame Street and auto correct really did a number on him, b.) is a real creep. Jonathan does go on to specify that he usually lasts a long time in the bedroom…"in a good way." But when your profession is Tickle Monster, "a good way" really starts to feel relative.

I truly could not have made this joke better myself than this person on The Bachelorette Facebook page:

Blake K—U.S. Marine Veteran, 29

Blake K is very cute and very basic, and Rachel should marry him and have very beautiful children together. The man would want Chipotle on the desert island that exists only in these questionnaires; he loves The Rock and Shark Week; he admires his mom more than anyone else in the world, and his ideal mate has a great smile. Blake K will get voted off the first night or he will win, there is no in between.

Jack Stone—Attorney, 32

Finally, Jack Stone. Jack Stone gives exactly no explanation for why he is going by Jack Stone, and his job is listed as "attorney," not "super-secret antihero agent played by Matt Damon and/or Liam Neeson," so I'm at a loss. There are no other Jacks. No one else lists a last name. Is it a double name? If he gets eliminated before we find out, I will never forgive Rachel…and neither will Jack Stone. Jack Stone has a very particular set of skills, Rachel. Skills he's acquired over a long career. Skills that make him a nightmare for people like the Rachelorette. If you let him stay until the second cocktail party, that'll be the end of it. He will not look for you, he will not pursue you, but if you don't, he will look for you…he will find you and he will kill you.

Best of luck to you, Rachel. I hope none of these weirdos try to wear you like a coat or have a threesome with a couch or make you bounce with them in a moonwalk castle, or whatever. See you back here, friends, for intermittent recaps that will absolutely never be posted in a timely manner. Because I would do anything for you, dear reader—but I won't do that.

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