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farfromsugafanfic · 3 years

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Heartbreak Weather

Genre: Weatherman!Jin, Metropolis/loosely based off comic books, Rivalry, soft Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Jin/Male Reader

Warnings: all the sexual tension lol, hurricanes

Synopsis: The rival weatherman at Channel 5 just so happens to be Kim Seokjin who you just so happened to have had a thing with in college. Sort of. When a hurricane brings the two of you back together again, the forecast calls for love and dredged up feelings.

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"Will you please turn that off?" you asked, taking a sip of your coffee. Normally, you took it with a little vanilla-flavored creamer, but much like that morning's coffee, you were bitter.

"Aw, why? Seokjin looks so cute in his turtleneck this morning," one of the writers said, fawning over the Channel 5 weatherman. "Maybe you should start wearing turtlenecks. It might boost our ratings."

You rolled your eyes as the red light came on indicating that you would soon be on camera. You set your coffee to the side and stepped in front of the green screen.

"Good morning, Metropolis," you said. "You can expect some light rain on your commute today. It should clear up by lunchtime though and it will be partly cloudy for the rest of the day. You watched as the map viewers saw at home shifted as you shifted the topic. "As you know, a hurricane is forming a few hundred miles off the coast. We are currently predicting landfall early next week. I will be traveling to Diamond Beach as the storm approaches to give you the most recent updates. Thanks for watching Channel 4 News, now here's Andrea with traffic."

The red light switched from you and onto Andrea's camera on the other side of the studio. You let out a sigh and walked back to your desk away from the main set.

"You went to school with him, right?" the same writer asked, still watching Seokjin on the screen. His station gave him more screentime because he was so well loved in the city, often they pan to him coming back from commercial breaks and whenever there was a view question or poll.

"Yeah," you said. There was only one university near Metropolis that offered a robust meteorology program and most of the city's weather people came from it. You and Seokjin had gone through together, even graduating at the same ceremony.

"Wow, was he still so stunning in college? Like, I don't think I could've focused if he was in my classes."

"Depends on who you ask."

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5 Years Earlier

"Having trouble focusing?" you asked Seokjin as you noticed his dark eyes were no longer looking down at the computer screen.

"Hmm, it's a bit hard when you look at the screen like that," he said, smirking and turning around to lean against the desk. "Tell me, what's a guy gotta do to get you to look at him like that?"

"Be a warm front." You watched as a warm front moved towards the city while a cold one moved simultaneously from the other direction.

"What if I'm a hot front?" He turned to face you, his hip still leaning against the desk, but his body was close enough that it brushed yours as he moved.

"Seokjin, stop." You clicked a few more times and turned to flip through your textbook. "It's a storm for sure. A thunderstorm or tornado. Shit, it could be anything, how are we supposed to figure this out."

"Its the weather, not heart surgery. We can be wrong fifty percent of the time and still good at our job."

"But, if we're wrong fifty percent of the time, we'll fail this class."

Jin sighed and crossed his arms as his eyes lingered down your body. "Listen, Y/N. We both know that you're going to stress about this for twenty minutes and then figure it out like you always do. Now, come on, let's take a break."

"And do what?" you asked, letting out a breath between your teeth, not tearing your eyes away from the screen.

"I don't know. I have a few ideas though" His breath was against your ear and his body heat radiated against your own.

"Seokjin, this can't happen."

"Why not?"

"Cause I need to focus on school. I'm here on a scholarship. I can't risk distractions."

Jin sighed and looked down at the weather map on the screen. "It's a thunderstorm," he said. "The currents aren't strong enough for a tornado and based on the patterns, its the most logical."

You quickly wrote down the answer and his reasoning, realizing that he was right. How he surmised the answer so quickly, especially when he was barely paying attention baffled you.

"All right, now, come on," he said. "I'm taking you out for lunch and you can't deny me that. I know you're hungry."

"Fine," you said, shutting your textbooks and allowing the computer's screensaver to come on.

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Just hours later that same night, you found yourself looking up at the ceiling of Jin's bedroom. Soft cotton sheets wrapped around your torso and they felt softer than even the best sheets you'd ever owned. His shirtless form was turned away from you and you resisted the urge to reach up and run a hand through his dark hair. He'd let it grow long recently, the ends of his hair beginning to grow onto his neck.

"Stop staring at me," Seokjin said, you could hear the smirk in his voice. He turned around to face you. His eyes were calm and soft like the sheets, but you couldn't help but feel the sadness. The knowing.

"How'd you know?" Your voice was small.

"I could feel it. Your eyes hurt, you know?"

You did know. You knew how much it hurt Jin to see your eyes wander down the shape of his torso. That the way you always reached to push his ill-fitting glasses up the bridge of his nose hurt. That knowing he couldn't reach out and sneak his fingertips underneath the hem of your sweater.

"I'm sorry."

"I know, it's okay."

"It's not, Seokjin. We need to move on. Forget about each other. It's best for our futures."

"You know that's not true."

"Seokjin, we both want the same things in life. We'd be competing with each other for every job. We'd rush to get the story before the other. It wouldn't last."

"We don't know that unless we try."

"Seokjin, I don't want to give myself the chance to hate you."

You got up from the bed and buttoned your shirt, pulled on your trousers, and tied your shoes. Seokjin watched you, didn't try to stop you as you headed towards the door. Gripping the doorknob, you walked out and back down to the sidewalk below.

Following that day, you didn't see Seokjin again. Sure, he still sat a few rows in front of you, he still presented in class, you glanced over his name in the paper when it was announced he was taking over the weather position for Channel 5. You saw him on billboards and on Reddit posts. Yet, you never met allowed your eyes to meet his again. Unless it was through the warm, freshly printed Metropolis Daily.

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Nearly no one was heading east towards Diamond Beach. Westbound traffic was full of cars heading into the city to weather the storm, while eastbound only consisted of a few cars. Mostly media and others who couldn't drop everything and run from the hurricane.

You could just make out the Channel 5 van ahead of you. Focusing down on your laptop which was tracking the conditions minute by minute, you tried not to focus on the fact you would likely run into Seokjin.

This certainly wasn't the first time a hurricane or tropical storm caused you and Seokjin to collide like convergent fronts. Every year you found yourself at Diamond Beach trying not to watch his broadcast from a few meters down the beach.

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Two Hours Later

"Hello, this Y/N Y/L/N reporting for Channel 4 news. Hurricane Roke is expected to make landfall later tonight. Most of Diamond Beach and the surrounding areas have been evacuated as Roke is currently a category four storm. I will be monitoring the storm and providing updates through Twitter throughout the night and I'll be back on the beach at 5am. This has been Y/N Y/L/N covering Hurricane Roke. Now, back to the studio."

You felt Jin's eyes on you as you gave your report. He was about two hundred feet down the beach. He wore a similar coat to your own and even with his hood pulled up you could feel the way his eyes cut through you.

Once the red light on your camera went off, the one on Seokjin's came on and he began his report. It was nearly identical to yours, Seokjin adding his own flair and charm. Like you wished you could.

Seokjin finished his broadcast and your filmographer began to pack up. "I'll see you bright and early in the morning?" she asked, her hair catching in the wind and obscuring her face.

You nodded and helped her pack up the camera and other supplies, working quickly to prevent it from getting damaged from the wind or rain. Walking up the beach and back to the hotel felt like it took forever, especially with the heavy filming equipment.

Your filmographer had already checked in earlier and headed to her room, carrying the camera and filming equipment. You kept the portable meteorological tools, already anxious to set it up in your room. Jin and his filmographer came in just as you got to the front desk.

Giving them your name, you handed them your ID and the company credit card. The receptionist furrowed her brow and glanced up at you.

"It looks like your room was accidentally double booked," she said. "I apologize, but due to the current situation, would you mind sharing?"

"Uh, sure, that's no problem. Who am I sharing with?"

The woman squinted at her computer. "Kim Seokjin."

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"You're not even going to look at me?" Seokjin asked as the two of you set up your computers. He'd let you have the desk while he took the counter of the kitchenette.

"Not until I get this setup."

Seokjin sighed and pulled out his phone. Service was already finicky, but he managed to pull up Spotify and got music to play. It was soft, as not to disturb your neighbors in the packed hotel.

You smiled as you heard the familiar tune "Dancing Queen". Jin was a fan of older music and the two of you used to listen to ABBA's Greatest Hits when studying together.

"You still listen to this?"

"Of course," he said. "It makes me happy."

It made you happy too and when you finished setting up your computer you peaked out the window. The storm was still a couple of hours from landfall, but the trees were already swaying wildly.

"It's going to be a big one," Jin said, glancing at you and catching your eye. It was the first time you'd truly looked at each other since the day you'd left him on his own. It felt like a lightning bolt skewered you in half.

"Yeah," you said, sitting down on the bed. "It is."

You traced the seams of the comforter with your index finger. The song switched and this time it was "Can't Help Falling In Love With You".

Jin finished setting up his computer. Your screen and his looked nearly identical showing a map of the coastline and the storm approaching. He sat down beside you, closer than you would've thought an acquaintance would sit.

"We should go to bed. Early start tomorrow." His voice commanded you to look at him. "Let's not fight over the bed." Placing down the two extra pillows down the center of the bed, he went to the bathroom to change.

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The storm was in full force when you made your way outside. The four of you: you, Jin, and your two filmographers tried to get onto the beach, but the sand cut your skin. Various debris already littered the beach. Mostly seaweed and tree branches, although you noticed a few shoes and patio furniture from the nearby condos.

"The hotel said we could report from outside," you said. "It'd be safer."

Jin chewed on his cheek and glanced out at the beach. The two filmographers began to set up their cameras and you did you best to ensure your hair didn't fall into your face. You stood away from the wind, finding it hard to breath with it blowing onto your face.

"Seokjin! Stop!" His filmographer yelled, abandoning his equipment, he rushed towards the other man. You turned to see that Seokjin had taken off towards the beach, seemingly want to report from there no matter the circumstances.

You looked over at your coworker and she gave you a curt nod, ensuring that she would watch over the equipment. She dragged both cameras inside the lobby one at a time. Giving her an empathetic look, you took off running towards the beach, hoping to catch up with Seokjin before he got entirely soaked.

When you came to the edge of the beach, you saw that Seokjin was already halfway out, his filmographer not far behind. You sighed and continued out, knowing he was determined to give the report from as close to the middle of the storm as he could.

The filmographer neared the middle of the beach, fearing going any further. When you caught up to him, you stopped to catch your breath, even though it was nearly impossible with the wind. Your breath was swept away as soon as you drew it in.

"He's crazy," the other man said. "I have no idea why he's doing this."

"He always has to go the extra mile," you said, rolling your eyes. "Even if it's stupid and dangerous."

Seokjin turned back to look for his camera operator, only to see him halted halfway up the beach. Seokjin was three-quarters of the way up the beach now, reaching dangerously close to the rough tide. He noticed you still running towards him and smiled before a gust of wind knocked him off his feet.

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Your chest constricted when you saw Jin get thrown off his feet. He landed a few feet away in the sand. You ran as quickly as you could, falling to your knees beside him.

"Are you okay?" you asked, looking him over.

His eyes looked up at you, obviously taking in your features. Yet, his lips said nothing.

"You crazy bastard! What the hell were you thinking? Rushing out here like that? You of all people should know how dangerous that is." You could barely catch your breath between words as you placed your hands on his arms to help him sit up. He didn't budge, however, his eyes just locked on your face.

"What are you doing?" you asked, sighing and dropping your hands from his hands, looking down to meet his eyes for the first time.

He smiled when you finally met his eyes and leaned up to connect his lips to yours. It was brief due to the circumstances, but it felt like lightning coursing through your veins.

"I ran cause I knew you would chase me."

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anistarrose · 4 years

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Counting the Days (Gravity Falls)

AO3: archiveofourown.org/works/24739027

Summary: Ford stops acknowledging his birthday during his time in the portal.

Characters: Ford Pines, Stan Pines, Mabel Pines, Dipper Pines

Relationships: Ford Pines & Stan Pines, Dipper Pines & Ford Pines & Mabel Pines & Stan Pines

Warnings: some morbid thoughts about aging and death, general angst but there’s a happy ending

Been a while since I returned to my “angsty GF one-shot with a happy ending” roots, huh? And there’s no better day than June 15th to change that :)

@thestanbros, I guess this counts for Week 2: Birthday!

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Ford carefully counts the years he spends traveling between dimensions — he has to, he’s decided, in order to stay sane. He can’t lose sight of what he’s fighting for, or how long he’s been fighting for it. It’s his anchor to reality in an infinite, incomprehensible multiverse — he could be (and has been) lost in space, but he will never be lost in time. He could be marooned in the abyss at the bottom of an alien sea, but he’d still never lose sight of his goal or of everything he’s accomplished so far.

It’s been five, ten, fifteen years since the betrayal, since the postcard, since falling — and each year further reinforces his resolve. He’s survived this long, he has to make it worth something.

But somewhere along the line, Ford stops acknowledging his birthday.

It’s not because of a grudge against Stan. He’s angry, he thinks he’ll always be angry, but he was angry with Stan throughout his early adulthood on Earth, and he still celebrated his birthday back then. He tried to separate the date of June 15th from his thoughts of Stan, failed more often than not, and blamed the sickening lonely feeling in his gut on eating too much cake, but he acknowledged it nonetheless — until now.

“Now” is somewhere around the time his hair stops being brown with a few streaks of gray, and starts looking more gray with a faint hint of brown, when he stops celebrating the passage of the years. It’s somewhere in his late forties when he looks in the mirror on the morning of his birthday, and a thought hits him like a neutrino blast to the chest — his age and his experience are working for him right now, but they’ll be working against him soon.

His mission to defeat Bill is running against an invisible countdown timer, manifesting not in numbers, but in the aching of his joints and the slowing of his reflexes. At best, he figures, he has about twenty-five years before the last few silent ticks of that timer close in on him — and that’s only the most generous of estimates.

He thinks of the people he’s met across the multiverse, the people he’s promised to save by assassinating their triangular, demonic dictator. He wonders what they’ll think if unbeknownst to them, he dies of old age (or reflexes that fail him, or a wit that’s not quite as sharp as it used to be, or an infection he would’ve easily fought off as a younger man — it’s all the same, in the end). He wonders what they’ll think after putting their faith in him for years, only for freedom to never come. If they’ll think he’s just given up. If they’ll feel betrayed. If they even realized the implications of Ford being a human, short-lived among the smartest species of the multiverse, or if they even knew how short human lifespans were in the first place.

He stops acknowledging his birthday, once he starts wondering those things.

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Worlds away, but on the very same June 15th, a man weathers out a thunderstorm in the basement of his house, navigating the laboratory by candlelight and praying the power surge and subsequent blackout haven’t damaged the portal.

He thinks (hopes) that he’s in the clear, because he thankfully doesn’t see any blown circuits, but he can’t be sure. He’s never been sure how the workings of the portal are supposed to look when operational — that’s what all his biggest problems boil down to, in the end.

Stan rests the candle on his desk — in the blackout, he hadn’t been able to find his usually-reliable gas lantern — and pulls out the journal. He winces as he sees his reflection in the golden hand — more shadow than face, thanks to the flickering candlelight, but Stan has spent enough time looking in mirrors to fill in the gaps.

He hopes Ford is aging better than he is, wherever Ford is. At this rate, they’ll both be decrepit by the time they see each other again…

If we ever do.

Stan’s spent enough nights alone in the basement with his fears to know that this train of thoughts isn’t going anywhere good, but it’s already accelerated past his ability to halt.

Stan hasn’t seen a doctor in decades. There is a realistic chance that Ford, despite facing unimaginable peril in an alien dimension, will still outlive him. And if Stan can’t reactivate the portal before his health fails him… then what will Ford think?

Will he assume Stan had tried his best and failed, even the most basic principles of the portal’s operation flying completely over his head? Or will he just figure Stan had abandoned him, giving up at the first sign of difficulty, and in the process betraying his brother once again?

Stan looks at his watch, barely readable in the dim light, and realizes not just that it’s past midnight, but that it’s already been the 15th for several hours.

He trudges into the portal room, holding the candle at arms length and the journal close to his chest, then sits down on the cold earth floor, the muffled roar of thunder sounding off overhead.

“Happy birthday, Sixer,” he whispers, and blows out the candle. “I’m trying my best, I promise.”

He sits there in the darkness for a long time, until the storm outside calms and the lights finally flicker back on.

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Stan and Ford are heading into the living room, carrying reels of film and other family memorabilia, when Mabel ambushes them with a confetti cannon in one hand and a can of silly string in the other.

“Happy birthday, you two!”

“Whoa, what?” Stan brushes silly string off the photo album he’s holding. “Our birthday’s in June. Who told you it was today?”

“If anything, you should be saving this confetti for your own birthday festivities,” Ford adds.

“We know it was in June,” Dipper speaks up from the other side of the room, from which he’s carrying in a precariously balanced tray of cupcakes, “but Mabel and I were talking yesterday, and we realized you guys missed out on spending a whole bunch of birthdays together.”

“So we’re fixing that!” Mabel explains. “Today is the first of your many Bonus Birthdays, which you get to share because you’re actually in the same house and the same dimension and everything!”

“Any day from now on could turn out to be a Bonus Birthday,” Dipper adds with a grave nod. “Bonus Birthdays have a way of sneaking up on you when you least expect them.”

Ford slowly shakes his head, but he’s smiling. “And who gets to declare whether a given day is a Bonus Birthday or not?”

“That’s our job, of course!” Mabel answers. “We might not be able to bake you cupcakes once we’re back in California, but I’m sure we’ll still be chatting online, so we’ll keep you updated on when you need to drop everything and celebrate together!”

“Kids, I —” Stan’s voice fails him. “I can’t believe — you didn’t have to —”

Ford wipes his eyes. “It’s okay, Stan. They already know you’re a sentimental old man.”

“You’re one to talk, Sixer.” Stan sets down his photo album to hug Mabel, and Ford does the same to hug Dipper.

“This means… this means so much more than I even think I could explain,” Ford murmurs. “Thank you for doing this, kids.”

#gravity falls #stanford pines #stanley pines #dipper pines #mabel pines #stan twins birthday #rosalia writes fic

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oyesmendes · 4 years

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not your typical thunderstorm

a/n: ashton. fucking. irwin. and the rain. these things do things to me and i do things to my writing. sorry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The typical human would describe this kind of weather as wet, dark, dreary and sad. This wasn’t the case for Maya though, anyone who knew her knew she loved the rain more than she loved sunshine. She found safety and peace in the falling droplets, the pitter patter sound against the window was pleasing to her ears and the water somehow always had a way of drowning her emotions out. Except this time instead of enlightening her, it seemed like the rain was amplifying her pain, further darkening the clouds looming over her head. No matter how much rain was falling down, it felt like a weight on her shoulders, a painful squeeze to her chest. She had her head resting on Luke's shoulders, feet draped across Michael's lap while Family Guy played in the background. Her focus was more on the rain hitting the window pane, mocking the tears rolling down her cheeks. It felt like they were in a game of who could cry harder - the sky or Maya? And obviously the sky would be the clear winner. Maya recalled the situation that had happened a mere hour ago, playing it back in her mind frame-by-frame.

She was pacing the small home studio in the basement, hands crossed in front of her chest, mind a solid lump of mess. Ashton was stood at the side of the drum kit, leaving a gap between them. But to Maya, this gap was about to feel larger than it looked. She had been so excited for Ashton to come home from the studio today so they could pack for their two week trip to her home town. They had been planning to visit her family for months and they finally found a date where both of them didn't have work. What she didn’t expect when the front door opened was three other boys spilling into the house, staying for dinner and then have Ashton tell her that he couldn’t make the trip because they had to work on the album. She didn’t expect to be whisper shouting in their basement, with Ashton and her relationship hanging on to a thread. They were brewing their own storm, and it wasn't the kind anyone would enjoy.

“We’re supposed to finally see my family, Ashton.”

“I know, but the album still isn’t complete and we need to finish-“

“We’ve been planning this for months! My family is so excited to finally see you in person, and now you say you can’t come. What am I supposed to tell them?” Her voice was still soft but the anger was still bubbling in her chest.

“Baby, just tell them that I need to finish things up at work. Why is that so difficult?”

“It wouldn’t be difficult if I hadn’t already used that excuse twice this year, Ashton!” Maya flailed her arms, pacing along the borders of the studio.

“Does it matter? This is important”

“Are you saying that my family isn’t important?” She stopped in her tracks and turned to face him but all she could see was his back. Ashton’s shoulders were tense, his body wanting nothing more than to curl into itself. He didn’t mean to say those words, but annoyance took over his body and he whispered out, “Maybe they aren’t.”

She drew in a sharp breath, rubbing her temples. It wasn't worth it to get angry, but who listens to their mind nowadays?

“You did not just say that.”

"Maybe I did.” False confidence was growing in his chest. He didn’t want to be angry but he wanted to dominate the argument. Men are stupid.

"Ashton Fletcher Irwin, are you really being serious right now?"

"Yes Maya! Maybe I am being serious! Maybe my career is more important than a stupid trip to see your family! I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of this!" A soft gasp escaped her lips when the words flew out of Ashton's mouth. She didn't think he would ever feel that way, let alone say it out loud. The room stayed silent for a few moments, Maya racking her brain for the right words.

"I don't know if you've noticed, but this is a big deal for me. I've hardly brought a guy home in the past twenty two years of my life. So when I said I would like you to meet my family - it is a huge fucking deal. So yeah, big deal to me, Ashton.“ She sighed softly, her eyes focused on her manicured toes. After her words, realisation suddenly hit Ashton. He reached out for Maya, only for her to flinch and move away.

"Don't-not right now, I’m still talking.” Ashton nodded, moving back into the corner he was standing in. He let her speak, “You're it for me, Ash. I don't know if I am for you, but you're my forever. Ever since I laid my eyes on you at that stupid art exhibition, I was all in. So if you don't want to do this - this relationship, meeting my family and being a part of my life, then tell me. Don't let me stick around like an idiot to give you my everything." Maya finally looked up, eyes meeting Ashton's glassy ones. He didn't speak, just watched her walk out of the room with her head hanging low.

The boys were still sprawled on the couch, a movie playing on the TV while they waited for the couple. They knew the pair were in an argument the moment Maya dragged Ashton down to the basement after dinner. Their eyes followed Maya when she emerged from the basement sniffling softly. She entered their shared bed room, closing the door gently to shut out the noise.

Ashton still stood in the studio, feet planted to the ground. He knew he should run after her, apologise, but he couldn’t bring himself to move even an inch. He thought over her words again and again.

You're my forever. Don't let me stick around like an idiot to give you my everything.

He bent over, palms resting firmly on his thighs as he took a sharp breath in.

“Ash… you okay?” Calum padded down the stairs softly. Ashton shook his head, lips trembling softly and tears threatening to fall.

“I-I fucked it up, Cal”

“What did you do?” He put his hand on Ashton’s back, bending down to meet his eyes.

“I told her she wasn’t important, and that I couldn’t go back to meet her family because we had to work on the album.”

“Is it true?”

“Is what true?” Ashton was now standing upright, head still down as he leaned against the padded walls.

“Do you think she’s important?”

“Of course I do! She means the whole world to me. When she told me I was her everything, I didn't say anything back. I was too in shock to do anything and now I fucked it all up. I love her, Cal. Maya's it for me, I want to marry her and have kids and buy a house and grow old with her.” His head was rolled back, a defeated sigh escaping his lips.

“Then I think you should tell her”

Maya was throwing clothes into her suitcase when Luke and Michael peeked their heads into the room. She gave them a tight lipped smile as they came in, opening their arms wide so she could fall into their embrace. She sobbed into Luke’s shirt, Michael rubbing her back as she cried, the tears rolling down faster than the rain.

“He-He said I wasn’t important. He didn't say he loved me back.” she stuttered. Luke pulled her away, cupping her face in his hands.

“That is not true. Sure he might have said it in the heat of the moment, but we all know he’s so madly in love with you, M”

“What Luke said is right, Ashton loves you so much. He didn’t mean it, you guys just need to work it out slowly” Michael pulled her into his arms, swaying from side to side. They laid on the bed, Family Guy running in the background on the TV. Her world felt like it was crashing down, piece by piece, caving into her chest. It felt like an eternity before the room door opened slightly, Calum's head peeking through the gap. Michael gestured for him to come in, with Ashton following closely behind Calum.

Maya sat up from her position, Luke and Michael getting up from the bed and leaving to join Calum. Ashton climbed onto the bed, sitting in front of her. He reached cautiously for her hands, gripping them tightly when she didn’t resist his touch. Their eyes met and the sadness was mirrored between them. It’s true - they loved each other so much, no one could ever explain it. They would go to the ends of the earth for the other if it means they could be happy together.

He leaned towards her with their foreheads pressing against each other, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that you weren't important, that meeting your family wasn't important.”

“And I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have overreacted like that" She rested her hand on his chest.

“You had every right to react in that way.” He stroked her cheek, “I was being stupid, and after what you said, I was so afraid to lose you..”

“You would never lose me, gorgeous. I told you, you're it for me." Maya’s hand now grazed his jaw.

“Even after I hurt you?”

“You can hurt me a million times and I'd still love you.” This sort of love was fatal at their lows but the best at their highs. Nothing could bring them down even if all the forces of the world tried.

At her words, he pressed his lips to hers. A weight was lifted off her shoulders as the feelings coursed through their veins. The rain was now replaced by sunshine and a soft chorus of cheers filled the deathly silence. Everything was going to be alright.

#ashton irwin #ashton irwin fic #ashton irwin imagine #ashton 5sos #5sos #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer fic #5 second of summer imagines #michael clifford #michael clifford fic #calum hood #luke hemmings

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misssunflowersandsangria · 4 years

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Roses

Chapter 5: Orange Roses

Welcome back, my beautiful readers! We're sprinting towards the finish line. There's a scene that gets a little spicy in the middle but nothing explicit...yet! Hope you enjoy it!

Summary: He would always have her first kiss.

Orange Roses: Orange roses evoke energy, and can indicate enthusiasm, desire and excitement. Giving orange roses can symbolize your passionate romance and share your excitement of the relationship with your loved one.

Flashback

“Stupid Forehead!” Sai looked up from his painting watching as Ino paced back and forth in his room. Danzo had been working him like a dog for some art gallery. He missed his girl and was thankful that he wouldn’t be home till tomorrow.

“Sakura?”

“No, she’s Forehead right now.”

He didn’t quite get their relationship. He knew that at the core they were friends but times like this made it seem like they were enemies more than anything else.

“Okay, what did Forehead do?” He asked after she placed her head in his lap.

“She kept going on about her first kiss with Sasuke. Blech. Then she started saying that no one will ever want to kiss me.” He nodded sympathetically his fingers threading through her hair. They were way too competitive.

Surprising him she sat up on her knees sending him a look he knew all too well. She wanted something and damn if he didn’t already know that he’d do whatever she wanted.

“I’m going to ask you something and I want you to keep an open mind.”

“What?”

“Kiss me.”

“What? If this is just to compete with Sakura that’s a pretty stupid reason.” Did she realize what she was asking him to do?

She looked away shaking her shoulders. “No, I just, well I want to know what it’s like ya know. You’re my best friend and I trust you. Who else could I ask? It’s just a kiss.”

He had to. He knew it wasn’t the best idea but he hated the idea that someone else would have her first kiss. “Fine.” Her eyes fell closed and he took a deep breath before softly placing his lips on hers. It was far too sweet and innocent, a product of youth and lack of experience. Yet Sai didn’t know if he’d ever been happier. He was kissing Ino. It was a dream of his that he always kept closely guarded.

They separated and her cheeks were flushed a beautiful pink while they smiled at one another.

“Sai...I’ve been wanting to tell you something.”

He was surprised, she usually told him everything. “What is it?”

“I uhm well I’ve felt this for a while. I-“ A piercing ring shattered the moment bringing them back to Earth.

“Damn it, it’s my dad. I was supposed to go straight home.”

Sai nodded in understanding but disappointed that she didn’t finish what she was going to tell him.

“Thanks, Sai, you’re the best. I love you.” She grinned at his blush waiting for his response. Ever since they were little she’d taken it upon herself to remind him that he was loved and never let him get away with not saying it in return.

“Love you too Ino.”

Ino walked out of there with a smile still on her face. Take that Sakura! Her kiss with Sai was more than she could have hoped for and gave her the push she needed. She was ready to tell him how she felt. Tomorrow would be the day.

Little did they both know that she’d have to wait years to get that chance.

End Flashback

Sai rushed to class annoyed and upset. He had meetings all morning regarding the last minute details for the gallery opening. This was his first show not under the watchful eye of Danzo and it was more work than he anticipated. He hated the business side of the art world. All he wanted to do was create but this was a necessary evil to keep his name relevant.

Thankfully he made it with just enough minutes to load his presentation. He looked over towards his class. Ino was in her usual spot towards the back of the room but this time her space was being invaded by one of her male classmates. Sai felt himself digging his fingernails into his palm especially as he heard her laugh. He knew that it was wrong to be annoyed. It was good that she was getting to know her classmates and yet the irrational side of him was winning. While they continued to talk after dinner at the Yamanaka home neither was ready to discuss what their kiss at the doorway meant.

“Let’s begin please.” Fortunately, it worked well enough that he cut their conversation short.

“Please look at the painting projected on the board. It was discussed in last week’s readings. Respond to the question below and turn it in. You have 20 minutes.” He knew that he was taking his poor attitude out on his class but he was far too annoyed by a million different things to care. Perhaps if he knew where they stood, that she wanted to be with him just as much, maybe then he wouldn’t be so prone to jealousy.

Once everyone turned in their quick write he launched into the content. It was more dry and boring but right now he needed that kind of material. For today he just needed to get through the class.

“Why were you being such a jerk during class?” Sai looked up seeing Ino storm into his office.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” He replied returning his eyes to the form he was reading over. He wished that she had skipped office hours today. He wasn’t quite ready to stop being upset.

She moved so that she was directly in front of him. “Stop pretending like I don’t know you. What’s wrong?” It felt like they had taken such a huge leap forward and now he was pulling away from her again.

His mix of emotions came roaring back. “Can you really not see how this is your fault?

“How is this my fault?”

“Why would you wait so long to take a freshman art class?” Jealousy and uncertainty was fueling him. Even as he was saying it he knew how ridiculous it sounded. If she had taken the class sooner they wouldn’t be in this situation. At least that’s what he’d been trying to convince himself of.

She stood there stunned by the accusation. Fine, if this is how he wanted it to go down. “Because art took you away from me! I did everything I could to avoid it as ridiculous as that might sound!” Sai stood there shell shocked as she broke into tears.

“Do you know how hard that was? Everyone was so proud of you and impressed by your accomplishments but I had to stand there and pretend that I wasn’t devastated. Chouji and Shikamaru had to stop me from burning all your drawings. I know that you had to go and you didn’t have a choice. You had to follow your dreams but why couldn’t I have been a part of it?” She sobbed each teardrop creating cracks in his heart. He placed her face between his hands capturing her tears as they fell.

“No Ino, you’re my dream. You always have been. If I knew then what I know now, how much it hurt you I would have never left. I would have stayed here with you and we could have been so happy. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He whispered regrets into her hair.

“No, I don’t want an apology. You didn’t do anything wrong. I just...Fuck. I just want my Sai back, I want my best friend, not the famous artist or my professor. I want the person that held me during a thunderstorm, hid drawings in my notebooks and gave me my first kiss. It’s you, it always has been.” With no more of an invitation, he had her pinned against the wall his lips hot and heavy against hers as she pushed his blazer from his shoulders.

“Do you know how many times I wanted to fucking pin you against this wall?” He breathed as she continued to run her hands under his shirt.

She grinned her blue eyes beaming. “I’m here now. What are you going to do about it?”

His lips devoured hers hungrily using the weight of his body to keep her up while his hands explored, touched and caressed her skin. Ino arched into him wanting to feel him against her. Her legs tightened around him trying to bring him closer.

His lips shifted to her neck kissing patterns all over her. The possessive side of him not caring if he left a mark. The smell of roses radiated from her skin.

“Sai…” He shuddered hearing his name on her petal-soft lips.

“You’re so beautiful.” He breathed his lips tracing the crown of her head. She drew his mouth back to hers wanting to cement this moment into her memory. Her fingers tried to make quick work of his shirt before he stopped them.

He took a deep breath before placing her down safely “We can’t do this here.”

She pouted looking up at him her arms wrapped around his waist. “Sai...don’t you want me?”

She used that look on him a million times but this time he kissed it away. “Fuck, of course, I do beautiful girl.” His hands went to tangle themselves in her hair bringing her forehead against his. “I’ve dreamt about this a million times, but you deserve better. This weekend let’s go away together.”

She nodded in understanding. Despite her disappointment, she was happy to know that he’d been dreaming about this moment just as much as she had been. She also wanted to take her time to absorb the moment without fear of someone walking in.

“Okay. Did you get through my journal?”

“Most of it.”

“Before Saturday can you read my last entry. It’s what I wrote before this semester started.”

“I will.”

She kissed him softly her lips wanting to imprint themselves against his “Sai if I haven’t made this clear I want this. I have for a long time. I just want to finally be with you.” He pulled her into his arms holding her tightly against his chest.

“Me too Ino. Your heart is all I’ve ever wanted.”

She clutched to him and it was finally starting to settle in that this was real. They had both been pining after the other for years and now they finally had a chance to make it work.

Roses:

Chapter 1: Roses

Chapter 2: Yellow Roses

Chapter 3: Purple Roses

Chapter 4: Pink Roses

Chapter 5: Orange Roses

Thank you again for sticking with me! The next chapter will get smutty. I won’t be able to post the entire chapter here because I don’t want to get flagged so I will just post a link for it. Thank you all for being so wonderful and supportive. I truly love and appreciate you all!

#InoSai #saiino #sai x ino #ino x sai #modernAU #collegeau #fanfic

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theycallmemoosey · 5 years

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Thunder and Lightning

Davey x Kelly!Reader

A/N: The newsies fics are making their comeback ladies and gentlemen! This pairing was requested by @imboredandneedwritingprompts and the ‘plot’ was inspired by a massive storm we had recently where I live and I realised just how much I love thunderstorms. It’s fluffy, it’s long and I live to forever serve my readers. Just to let you know that the fic continues after the keep reading sign. Just wanted to make that clear cos I managed to cut it right where a decent ending would be and it might be misleading and the best part is after the cut and I need to stop rambling on to let you read the fic. Ok. Oh, and thank you to my little reader for reading yet another one of my fics. You have no idea how much I appreciate you. Enjoy reading. Moose :)

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“What you doing up here, squirt?”

You jumped, not expecting to hear a voice from behind you, “W-what?”

“You know this is MY penthouse, right?” Jack laughed, climbing over the last ladder rung onto the roof, placing himself down next to you, your feet dangling over the edge of the building. He threw the blanket he had brought up with him over your legs, shuffling up next to you so he could share the blanket with you.

“You’ve shared everything with me since I was born…since when did that stop?” You teased, wrapping your arms around yourself as the bitter wind made you shiver.

“Apparently, never” he laughed, copying you in staring at the sky, watching as the streaks of light flashed through the sky, shortly followed by a loud crash of thunder. He looked down at you, noticing you stare at the sky in awe, “I don’t get it”

“What?”

“When you were a baby, you used to be afraid of storms…when did you grow up?”

“When I had to,” you said plainly, “When they took Dad”

Jack looked at you shocked, almost offended, “Huh?”

“I mean, don’t get me wrong. You’ve done great raising me and all, but…you’re just as much a child as I am, Jack” you breathed deeply when another crash of thunder rang through the air, “We both had to grow up…too quickly”

“Well, you and me, kid…we’re going to get out of here”

“Yeah” you laughed, “Course we are”

“No, no I mean it, Y/N. We’re going to escape far away from here, to this place called Santa Fe”

“Santa Fe” you repeated, watching as the lightning flew across the dark sky, the stars faintly appearing.

“As soon as I get enough money, we’re going home” he smiled, wrapping his arms around you as the thunder approved.

Jack kept his promise. Well, to an extent. The thunder crashed, just as it had 5 years previously. You sat and waited for Jack and return to collect you, but as he explained in his letters, you knew he couldn’t get the money to do so. He had left, not long after the strike had settled and the newsies had won their battle, to go and live his dream in Santa Fe. He said he would stay until there was enough for the two of you to go, but you begged him to go, saying that you would only be happy if he was, so he kissed you goodbye and climbed on that train to Santa Fe. That wasn’t to say you weren’t happy - you lived with your family in New York, making your keep by selling papers to the upper glass gentlemen that looked down upon you daily. You also spent all your spare time with your boyfriend, Davey, who landed a job at the local council after his time with the newsies. Nothing too big yet, but he made the money to not only support his family weekly but also to rent his own apartment, where you spent most of your time. You promised the newsies you would stay until your 18th birthday in the lodging house, when you would then move in with Davey, supposing you two were still together. You hoped so, because-

“Y/N!”

The loud shout from the top of the ladder made you scream. It was no louder than the thunder that echoed through the night, but the sudden cry from Davey’s lips made you shake in fear.

“Davey?”

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?”

You stuttered, not sure what to think fo the soaked boy storming towards you angrily, “I-I-I just-“

“Y/N, you're soaking! What are you doing outside in the middle of the rain?!” He shrugged off his coat, wrapping it around your shoulders as his hair dripped on your forehead.

“I-er…thunderstorm” you pointed up towards the sky, unable to form a sentence from the combination of shock and pre-hyperthermia, only just realising how cold it was outside when the warmth had finally wrapped around your shoulders.

“Yes!” He laughed, still somewhat mad at you, “You’re out in the middle of a thunderstorm with not nearly enough clothes on…I mean…what exactly are you wearing? Pants and a…a linen shirt? No vest? No coat? No hat or gloves? Have you gone mad?”

“Probably” you scoffed, looking back over the city as the lightning flashed across the sky repeatedly.

“Please, come back inside…to the warmth” he begged, pointing back towards the ladder.

“No…no I’m not moving” you stated firmly.

“Y/N, please. Don’t make me drag you” he joked, although you could feel a sense of seriousness in his voice.

“Davey, you can argue with me all you want, but I am not moving” you glared, the thunder backing you in perfect timing as you finished your sentence. You saw Davey flinch at the sound before he looked back down at you with pity in his eyes. His clothes were soaked through and his shirt had become see-through with the pouring rain.

“Y/N, I’m not going to ask you again”

“And I’m not going to tell you again!” You reinforced.

Davey opened his mouth to speak back, the rain becoming a singular noise to fill the silence between the two of you, but he decided against his better judgment to argue with you. Huffing, he turned back on you and made his way back to the ladder, stopping briefly before descending back down into the warmth of the dorms.

“What is with her?!” Davey huffed, shaking his hair like a wet dog all across the wooden floor.

“She up on the roof again?” Race asked, toying with his cigar between his teeth.

“Sorry, a-again?” Davey asked, grabbing a towel from the heater by the bathroom, wrapping it around his shoulders to find some warmth in his damp clothes.

“She does it a lot. Always when there’s a storm out” Crutchie added, leaning against the bed where Race was sat.

“Not always” Davey laughed, realising that neither Crutchie or Race were joking, “Surely? I mean…she’s not up there a lot”

“Well thunderstorms aren’t exactly common in New York now, are they?” Race laughed, nudging Crutchie who also giggled along with him.

“She always sits up there? In the middle of a storm?” He asked, still confused as to what he was not understanding.

“It’s something the Kelly’s always used to do together. Jack and Y/N would sit up there and watch the storm until it passed over. It’s just something they both really liked. When Y/N was a baby, thunderstorms calmed her down somehow and she’s loved it ever since. Well…that’s what Jack used to tell me” Crutchie shrugged, “I guess she’s missing Jack a lot today”

“She always misses Jack” Davey sighed, “I just wish she would come back in and not freeze to death out there”

“You’re not getting her back in” Race laughed, “No way. We’ve all tried to every storm there’s been since Jack left”

“Jack only left a couple years ago” Elmer butted in.

“Yes, thank you for that, Elmer. Don’t butt into conversations you ain’t a part of!” Race shoved him away, throwing a pillow towards him for good measure.

“I know you don’t like the fact that she’s sat there in the rain…but I don’t think you want her sat up there alone either, do you, Dave?” Crutchie raised his eyebrow.

Davey sighed, nodding his head, “Does anyone have an umbrella?”

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The rain continued to fall, and you stuck your tongue out and felt the drops of water fall gently onto the tip, making you smile. The chill of the bitter wind had started to bite you once again, as Davey’s coat had now become just as wet as the rest of you. The lightning surged across the air once again, making your eyes open wide and your smile grew wider. Suddenly, you felt the rain stopped falling upon your head, the light from the moon got dimmer right above you. Looking up, you saw an umbrella placed above you, and soon after a blanket was draped over your shoulders.

“If I can’t convince you, I’ll join you” Davey smiled, taking a seat next to you and draping another blanket over both of your legs.

“I thought you didn’t want to be up here”

“I don’t” he laughed, “I brought supplies to make it survivable though”

“Such as?” You smiled with him, looking towards the bag that Davey was shuffling through.

“Take my coat off”

“What? Why? It’s warm” you argued.

“Because this will be warmer” Davey held up an old flannel shirt of his, “For a start, it’s dry. And Romeo said you could wear his jacket. And I brought a couple pillows up because let’s be honest, this roof isn’t exactly comfortable”

“Jack and I used to sleep up here in the summer,” you said simply, sliding the warm flannel on your own soggy shirt.

“Yeah, but you Kelly’s are superhuman”

“No, it’s just the roof is more comfortable than the streets” you glanced at Davey, noticing him swallow thickly from the awkwardness, “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to-“

“Well, it’s true” Davey cleared his throat, pulling a towel out of the bag to dry his hair with, “I just hope that I can offer you more comfort than you currently have. Comfort that you deserve”

“You know you already do more than enough for me, Dave” you smiled, taking his hand and squeezing it tightly.

“You will move in with me next year, won’t you, Y/N?” He asked, a sort of worry on his face, “When you leave this place, you’ll come and live with me?”

“Of course” you smiled, “That’s all I’ve ever wanted since we became, ya know…official”

You raised your eyebrows at him suggestively, making him giggle, “Four years next week”

“You’re a saint” you leaned into him, feeling his arms wrap around your shoulders as the thunder continued to crash across the sky, the lightning dancing as an accompaniment to its song.

“I am?”

“Yeah, for putting up with me for four years”

“I am” he laughed, jumping slightly when the next thunder rang in his ears.

“You aren’t scared of thunderstorms are you?” You teased Davey, seeing the worry on his face.

“No, I just don’t like being outside in the middle of them” he sighed.

“You don’t have to be out here, you know”

“No, I do” he smiled down at you, “Can’t have you dying of pneumonia. Or hyperthermia. Or the plague”

“The plague?” You asked, confused.

“I had to say a third sickness. Rule of three. It was the first one that came to my mind”

“Not Influenza? Common cold?”

“Those would have been more viable options” he laughed, realising his mistake.

There was a comfortable silence as the thunder continued to crash through the sky, the two of you watching in awe as the lightning bolts flew across the sky. It was honestly the most beautiful thing you had seen in a while. You felt contempt with Davey, his thumb absentmindedly stroking your knuckles as the two of you stared into the sky. You looked at him momentarily, watching as his eyes shone when the lightning came, the way his breath hitched when the thunder followed. The way he was thinking about something so intensely. It felt like you were the only two people on earth.

“You heard from Jack recently?” Davey asked quietly, breaking the silence.

“Not recently. Last I heard from him was about 4 months ago. It takes time for letters to be delivered back and forth from different states”

“So, he’s out living the dream then, huh?”

“Yeah” you laughed, almost coming out as a jealous scoff, “He got a job working at the largest ranch in the state, apparently. He’s taken to looking after the animals. The guy who owns the land, Mr Samson, has given Jack so much. And he pays well. Jack says once he has enough, he’s going to send me the money for me to go to Santa Fe and be with him. Apparently, they have a job for me when I go”

“And are you going to?”

You looked up to Davey, “No”

“What?”

“I promised you I’d move in with you. Home is where you are, Davey”

“Really?” His smile was childish but full of love, his arms tightening around you, pulling you closer towards his lap.

“Yes,” you laughed, feeling his hands warm on your waist, “Don’t get me wrong, I love Jack…but he’s my brother. I’m not exactly willing to live with him forever. Like you. You moved away from Les, didn’t you?”

“Well, yes but-“

“But nothing!” You interrupted Davey, “I love Jack, but I love you more. I want to be with you for as long as you’ll let me”

Davey smiled, smiling contently, “I’ll always let you, Y/N”

“When I move in, can we get a dog?”

Davey laughed loudly, “My landlord wouldn’t let me”

“Cat?”

“It would get lost”

“Fish?”

“From where?!” He kept laughing, “I doubt we’ll be able to get anything!”

“A fly?” You asked after a small moment of silence.

“I might just be able to do that” he nudged you with his shoulder, placing a kiss on your temple, “Although, we will have to look at buying a bigger bed”

“We both fit perfectly fine in the one you currently have”

“Yes, it’s fine for now,” he said, nuzzling his chin on your shoulder, watching the sky calm down from the earlier storm, “But for every night? We’re going to need a much bigger bed. You’re not going to want to sleep right on top of me every night”

“I never said that” you argued back, kissing his hand that was wrapped around your chest.

“Alright then, I don’t want you sleeping on top of me every night”

“You don’t mean that”

“No, you’re right I don’t” he smiled, kissing the very top of your ear, “Although I have no doubt that our kids will want to sleep in the same bed as us too…so we will need a bigger bed at some time”

“Sorry…kids?” you asked, almost stuttering.

“Well, eventually we’ll have children, won’t we?”

“Jesus, Dave, I’m only 17!”

“Well…I don’t mean right now!” He laughed, stroking your arms gently as the stars started to peek out from behind the clouds, the thunder rumbling quietly, “I mean in the future. When we’re married”

“Who says we’ll even get married”

“I do” he whispered, “I’d ask you right now if I had the ring”

“Again, Dave…you may well be an adult, but I’m not”

“Does that matter? My mother married my father when she was 16. A-and there’s this girl at work who got engaged just last month, and she’s only just turned-“

“Dave, I get it, I get it” you laughed, trying to shuffle out of his grip, “But I’m not taking that as a proposal”

“I’m not expecting you to” he kissed you once again, “I’m going to propose to you properly one day. And that’s a promise”

“I’ll hold you to that…and what’s with all the affection?! I’ve never been showered in so many kisses before”

“What? I can’t show my love for you now?”

“No” you giggled, “You can’t”

“I just love this” he smiled, the rain coming to and turning into a very light mist, “You and me, sat here high above the rest of the world. Just the two of us. I can see why you like it up here so much”

“You’ve come to your senses” you yawned, shuffling further down into a more comfortable position, still wrapped up in Davey’s arms.

“You’ve made it so” he smiled, kissing the top of your head gently as he also made himself comfortable underneath all the blankets and in amongst the number of pillows he had brought up with him.

“What else do you see in the future for us, Davey?”

“Loads of things” he sighed, starting to stroke your hair as your eyes fluttered shut, “I think about waking up with you every morning. Waking up with you in my arms as the sun comes in through the windows. You’ll want five more minutes in bed each day so I’ll get up and make you some eggs or porridge or whatever we have in our little apartment for breakfast. You’ll wake up with your beautifully messy hair and we’ll have breakfast at the table overlooking the square outside the circulation gate. I’ll go to work in the morning and you’ll go to yours, at the theatre where you can put your talent and passion to work. We’ll meet at Jacobi’s for lunch, which will be more than just a glass of water each. We’ll arrive home at the same time and we’ll both collapse on our bed, taking a short nap before you make us the most amazing dinner each night and I’ll run you a hot bath that we’ll end up sharing because God knows we’re not that wealthy, and I don’t think we ever will be. We’ll end up going to bed every night at around 10 or 11, both exhausted, and we’ll fall asleep in each other's arms…like you already have”

Davey looked down and saw you breathing deeply in sleep, your eyes softly shut and your snores barely audible. He smiled softly, kissing your cheek as he laid down on the pillows, carefully lying you down with him. He looked up into the night sky, the thunder had left, taking the lightning with him. The sky, instead, was littered with stars, and the moon shone brightly, illuminating your face perfectly to show everything he loved about you, which happened to be everything.

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ej121 · 5 years

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Candle

Words: 2,225

Description: The hero has another confrontation with his villain, it doesn’t go how either of them expect it to. (Inspired by this prompt)

Trigger warning: Attempted Suicide

The day began cold and dark, waking him up with a thunderclap, a flash of lightning and a heavy feeling in the air that almost clung to him as he began his usual morning routine.

Maybe that should have been the warning the hero noticed – the first sign that today was definitely going to hurt. If he was superstitious, he might have given the storm a second thought, but even if he was, he probably would have gone out anyway.

It was his job, as the hero, to help people. Rain or shine, it was up to him to save lives and bring out the best in the people of this city, and that wasn’t something he’d give up over a thunderstorm.

Hero costumes weren’t waterproof.

Maybe some others were, but his? His definitely wasn’t. He didn’t have some giant corporation secretly backing him or supplying him with fancy technology to help him do his job. He didn’t have special abilities that allowed him to be unaffected by the cold or keep him from getting soaked to the bone, but he would always do his job, it didn’t matter to him how wet he got in the process.

If he caught a cold, so be it, if he was able to help someone, it was worth it – more than worth it.

He hadn’t counted on the villain choosing to make a move today.

Usually, it was almost as if he knew – knew that the hero wouldn’t be on his A-game in the rain and chose to let the hero get off easy on days when he would be tired or weak.

The villain had never – not even once in the two years that they’d been fighting – attacked more than once a fortnight and he always kept their battles solely focused on the hero, nobody else was ever put in the line of fire.

But today, something must have changed. Maybe the villain was having a bad day, maybe someone had hurt him, maybe it was just the day that the hero’s luck was destined to run out.

It started with the villain yelling his name. It wasn’t his usual arrogant, chipper tone, this one was broken, a yell with no levity, no energy, no soul, just agony and anger and hatred.

Their fight began with falling rain; bullets spattering into the puddled streets, the hero was weaker than usual; barely able to stay ahead, struggling to trade blow for blow as the villain cycled through his arsenal.

That was another thing that was different today. Usually the villain would unveil each weapon one at a time, catching himself up in the theatrics of it all, giving the hero more than enough time to figure out an attack strategy to avoid it.

But today the villain quickly shifted between weapons, no announcement, no evil laugh, it was like the passion had been stripped from his actions, almost as though he’d lost all will to fight fair. He yelled, swinging his sword to leave angry marks on the hero, tearing his outfit, rain cleaning the wounds before they could turn red.

Normally the villain would play around. Normally he’d let the hero miss, let the hero slip. The hero got the sense the villain liked the attention, enjoyed the game – the dance of the fight – more than he wanted to win it. But today, something was different. The villain’s attacks weren’t intended to wound, like they normally were.

These were intended to kill.

The hero must have spent too long on that thought – too long looking into his villain’s eyes, searching for what had hurt his usually energetic foe.

(The villain had introduced the new weapon to him last week with a smug grin on his face, he’d gleefully cackled about how exciting it would be, to see the hero impaled by his newly-crafted boomerang knives.

Of course, what the villain really meant was he knew the hero could, and would, be able to dodge them. The hero knew that as well as he did. The introduction was so they didn’t catch the hero off-guard, because his villain always, always, played by the rules.)

He felt warm blood running down his back, moments before the burning agony caught up to him and he fell, barely able to hold himself above the ground as the villain sneered, holding a gun.

It looked wrong.

His villain would never sneer.

His villain would never use a regular gun – he thought “such straightforward weapons” were below him.

And yet, there he was, holding what was unmistakably a boring, black gun. Nothing special about it, no special designs, no introduction, nothing, just metal.

Then he turned it on the crowd of spectators who had gathered in anticipation of the villain’s defeat, ready to watch the battle come to its usual conclusion. They were too far away to hear. They were too far away for the hero to save them.

“Well, what’s it going to be?” The villain chuckled, ready to fire the gun. “You didn’t really think I’d be stupid enough to rely on my powers alone, did you? Well, I suppose you heroes really do tend to believe everyone follows your adorable notions of fairness and justice.”

What was the villain talking about? He didn’t have powers – neither of them did! And every time they fought, the villain played by the rules even more than he did! He, not the hero, was the one who had gotten angry when they first fought and the hero saw him as enough of a threat to feel the need to fight dirty!

“You, you monster!” The hero spoke through grit teeth.

What are you doing? It went unsaid, but hung in the silence between them as the hero let out a despairing laugh. It was so broken, so pained – it was almost as if he had been told his life’s work was for nothing.

“I’ve heard that one before, yes. Now make your choice, little hero. Your life, or the lives of the innocent?”

He sounded... desperate.

The hero gritted his teeth, getting up to his feet. “I won’t let you hurt them!” He managed, before falling into a cough.

The villain laughed dryly, mocking the hero’s tone, “’I won’t let you hurt them!’ Hah! You can’t even keep yourself from getting hurt! You can’t save anyone! You will die tonight, hero, and your pointless legacy of lies and deceit will die with you!”

The villain wore a snarl on his face, it wasn’t like his normal smirk or grin, it was something truly evil, and the hero found himself wishing he could have the villain would normally meet for their regular battles back again.

“What happened to you?” He pleaded.

The villain laughed, but the hero wasn’t fooled. He saw the tears that were threatening to fall from the corners of his villain’s eyes. He vowed that when... no, if he got out of this, he would teach whoever hurt his villain a lesson.

“I learned something today, Hero!” The villain admitted. “I learned that they all think I’m a monster, they all think I’m a despicable, evil being! And I learned that they know who I am, or... they will, anyway.”

The villain held his head in his hands, “A reporter figured out my identity. There’s no going back for me now, Hero!” He let out a defeated chuckle as the last of the fight visibly left him.

“They’ll publish it on the eleven ‘o clock bulletin in a few minutes, and then I’ll be locked up for my crimes against this great city.” His voice was dry, a little hoarse, and biting with sarcasm. The villain hated their city – he’d told the hero many times of how the buildings were dull, of how he felt like their society was a pointless farce.

He sighed, “I thought I wanted to kill you. That’s what this was supposed to be. Our Final Battle, where I would win... or die trying, anyway.” The villain admitted.

“But... winning doesn’t feel satisfying, Hero, breaking you like this... it just hurts... I guess I never wanted to win, not really, I just wanted to spend time with you, and to make everyone else see you how I do – an amazing person, best hero this dumb city ever had!... But I always knew you’d never let me do it as me.”

The villain frowned, taking a seat, gun now resting between his hands, “I tried to keep my identity secret, I should have tried harder, but I guess it’s too late for that now.”

The hero shuddered, trying to make his way over to his villain’s side. “No, I... I can help you! I’ll find a way to help you! There is always a way!”

The villain let out a weak laugh, “Of course you want to help me. Even after I hurt you like this, you’re still trying to lighten up my life like a god damn candle.”

He sighed, “You make this city a brighter place, Hero. Your attitude, the way you work to make everyone happy... you glow and I love watching it – it’s... just about the only thing that’s kept me here.”

The villain gave the gun in his hands a contemplative look. “I was going to die, you know? That was what I was going to do the day we first met. You were a hero, I was a monster... at least, everyone I knew called me that. You stopped me, and I was furious.” He laughed, “I was furious that you interrupted me – of all the days and all the people you could have saved, why did it have to be me, you know?”

The hero didn’t miss the tears that fell from his villain’s face, lost in the rain on the ground. He was too weak to make his way over quickly enough to take the villain off-guard, the only thing he could do was plead.

“Villain, please listen to me! I know things seem bad, but they will get better... I promise you things will get better.” He tried, the repetition, reassurance for him as much as it was for his villain.

The villain frowned, meeting the hero’s eyes. His eyes were empty and his voice weak, trembling. “No, they won’t, Hero. That’s why we’re here, in a cold city that only cares about you and nothing about me, not arm in arm riding off into the sunset or whatever lame fantasy it is you’re thinking of us doing together.” He sighed sadly, hearing the sound of police sirens in the distance.

The billboards on the other end of the square flashed, 11:00am news. They both knew what that meant. It was too late.

The hero pleaded with the villain to stay, reaching for him, the villain didn’t run, or bat his hand away. Instead, he took it with a gentle smile, a strange kind of adoration on his features.

The villain sighed, “It’s time for me to go, hero... it’s been fun, though.” He gave the hero a lopsided grin that was completely detached from what he was about to do. “I’m glad I met you, you’ve made my life so, so much better over these last few months.”

A weak laugh rumbled from his throat, “I always told you I’d go out with a bang, didn’t I?”

There was a long pause.

“I don’t want to let go, hero...”

The hero wasn’t completely sure where from, but he found the strength to rise to his feet, pulling his villain into a gentle hug. “You don’t have to, Villain. I know the consequences will be bad, but... you’ve said why, and if you’re willing to face a jury, I think the sentencing might be more lenient.”

The hero smiled softly as he held his villain’s tearful gaze, “I don’t think you’re a monster, Villain, you’re just another man who got hurt.” He laughed a little, “I’ve wanted to save you for a while, actually... really save you, not just defeat you in battle or stop you. But to give you something to wake up for, something to enjoy.”

There wasn’t much after that, the rain still falling around them on all sides, as the hero held the sobbing villain in his arms, his villain tearfully thanking him, the gun having long-since clattered to the floor.

The police cars arrived a few minutes later, and once the villain was in-cuffs, arrested, most of the city was prepared for things to finally go back to normal.

For two of its inhabitants, however, their lives were changed forever.

It had been a few days since that day, and the villain, having followed his wonderful hero’s advice and confessed promptly, had been given a reduced sentence. The sentence was still thirty years... which had hurt... but this villain was nothing if not patient!

...Yeah, I know, he thought, I’m lying. I’m the opposite of patient.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his cell door. “Villain, you got mail!” The prison guard called, “Nothin’ much, just candles, by the looks of things.”

As they were placed in his cell, despite himself, the villain felt a smile crossing his features and a warm, fuzzy feeling in the bottom of his heart.

This was a dark, cold cell, but even in here, his hero’s light still shined bright.

#writing prompt #superhero #villain x hero #hero x villain #candle #light #rain #different #angst with a happy ending #saved #tw: attempted suicide #enemies to lovers #this is gay #sfw

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lenaisanerd · 6 years

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It's really hot. The gang goes to the park. It rains. (Alternatively: Izzy stares at Clary for 3400 words.)

This was supposed to be shorter, but it turned into something that is not that short while I wrote it. This is my first published fanfic on Tumblr (exciting). Please reblog or like if you enjoy it!

A huge thank you to my friends and editors @disaster-lesbiab , @raisehades , and @beesarekind , who made this fic possible (and who have been very patiently listening to me ramble on about Shadowhunters for months. Thanks.).

One week since the Institute’s AC system had given out. Turns out not even angelic power can withstand a New York heatwave, and with temperatures outside steadily climbing over 30 degrees, the heat had started seeping through every crack and crevice into the normally cool building. The humidity exacerbated the effects of the hot weather, and in Isabelle’s opinion it was a miracle no one had collapsed from a heat stroke yet.

According to the weather report a massive thunderstorm was due any day now, but what did mundanes know. It certainly hadn’t rained any of the previous four days when they had promised the exact same thing. Izzy’s hope and patience were wearing thin.

There were precisely three things that gave her the strength to drag herself out of bed every morning: One, by now being in her room with its huge portion of stained glass window was even more unbearable than hiding from the sun in the armory. Izzy had even tried sitting in the dungeons to do her paperwork, because being underground should be at least marginally cooler. But apparently sitting on the floor leaning against a wall while looking at a tablet in your lap for 10 hours at a time can really fuck up your back.

Two, the Institute was caught up in approximately one fuckton of work. NYC had picked the worst three weeks of the past year for a demon infestation in the Hudson. Getting rid of the little bastards, clean-up of the river, and convincing mundane victims and the police it was just a really violent species of manatee had kept every available Shadowhunter (and quite a few warlocks) busy. And when your brother is Head of the Institute, and also not afraid to barge into your room to kick you out of bed, sleeping late is not an option, even if Izzy was tempted a few times to quit sentient existence and melt into her mattress.

Three, even though the heatwave left everyone sweaty, tired, and often sunburnt, Clary was a literal angel all the same. Isabelle had started mentally drawing constellations between the hundreds of freckles that had popped up on Clary’s face and shoulders because of her time spent in the sun on missions.

She had given up on all black clothing about two days into the heatwave and was now wearing a different, slightly ratty and paint-splattered t-shirt every day, which, Izzy had to admit, suited Clary even better than black leather or skin-tight party dresses. And although a sunburn was starting to colour her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose, Izzy could still see Clary’s adorable blush whenever she complimented Isabelle. Seeing the redhead’s brilliant smile every morning as soon as she spotted Izzy in the op center or training room was truly the only thing that made the heat bearable.

“...and Luke said he’s going to take care of the press stuff, he knows a guy at the Times. We’re still going with the murderous manatee story, right? Izzy? Did you hear me?”

Clary’s question ripped Izzy out of her dazed daydream, where she had been busy appreciating a single frizzy strand of hair that had found its way out of the ponytail Clary had pulled her red curls into.

Izzy quickly took a sip of her water bottle on the table in front of her to stall while searching for an answer in the depths of her mind. She should really pick better moments to drool over Clary than in the middle of being briefed by Clary. Then again, she was. really. tired. 10 hours of work, fixing weapons, debriefing teams back from missions, chasing after reports from junior Hunters. It was high time for a break.

“Yes, of course, the manatee thing. Let’s do that.”

Clary shook her head. “I still can’t believe the shit Shadowhunters get Mundanes to believe. You would think after a while someone would pick up on the weirdness.”

“You didn’t.”

“Touché, Lightwood.”

Isabelle grinned, Clary smiled back. Maybe a little longer than was justified, given Izzy’s weak attempt at banter. Not that Izzy minded.

A distant, sustained honk cut through the silence between them. At the same moment both their phones buzzed. Clary was the first to get hers out. She checked the message and frowned.

“A text from Simon: ‘Come outside’?”

Izzy raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“Hey Iz. You get a text too?”

Alec was coming down the stairs and striding quickly towards her on long legs. He looked worn out, dark circles under his hazel eyes. Izzy was fairly certain that he had not left the Institute in at least two days.

She nodded and held up her phone.

“Any idea what it means?” she asked.

“Nope. Better go obey his command though, or someone else will go and strangle him to get him to stop honking.”

Now the connection between the sound and the message clicked into place in Izzy’s mind. The honking had started up again, a long honk followed by several short, irregular bursts. It must have been coming from just outside the doors of the Institute. Walking towards the exit it grew louder. Clary pushed open the door.

Across the way from the steps a painted van was parked under a tall plane tree, its owner stood in the open driver side door to play out a rhythm on the horn. Simon waved when he saw them.

Maia was sitting on the roof, leaning back while her legs dangled over the side. Leaning against the hood of the car, Magnus had taken off his vest to sling it over his shoulder, looking for all the world like a supermodel with his sunglasses, rolled up trouser cuffs and a shirt that was unbuttoned almost down to his bellybutton.

Izzy heard her brother draw in a sharp breath, before he rushed down the steps to greet his boyfriend with a kiss. Clary and Izzy followed more slowly.

“What are you guys doing here?” Clary said as she hugged Simon in greeting. “I thought you wanted to get out of the city, go to the beach?”

Izzy tugged playfully at Maia’s ankle and squinted up at her. The sunlight streaming through the foliage made her coiled hair shine like a ring of gold.

Maia grinned and sighed. “We had planned that, yes. But Thor over here is convinced he can predict the weather--”

“Hey, all I’m saying is that my hair is standing on end today, which normally happens when a storm is incoming, and a thunderstorm is not the ideal condition for swimming--”

“The weather report has been talking about rain for like a week now, it still hasn’t happened. You’re just afraid of the ocean!”

Simon gasped in outrage, though Izzy could see his eyes twinkle slightly.

“I am not! And how dare you suggest I cannot predict the weather. I’ll have you know that my predictions saved Clary and me from getting drenched during the Great Sports Day Downpour of 2014.”

“Simon, I’m pretty sure you just didn’t want to do the three-legged race with me.” Clary was chuckling. “And I remember that we got wet anyways when you tripped and we fell into that huge puddle.”

“No, I remember that you tripped and I only fell in because our legs were still tied together!”

They all burst into a fit of giggles at the mental image. Even Magnus and Alec looked over grinning from where they were still leaning against the hood of the van, a casual embrace tangling their arms and legs with as much body contact as the heat would allow.

Izzy tried to remember the last time the two of them had seen each other. Had it been a week? Two? Magnus must have been kept busy as well. Now it seemed like they had been standing like this for hours, their bodies slotting together with comfortable familiarity. Isabelle let her eyes wander over to Clary next to her. Was it stupid to hope their limbs would fit together in the same way?

“But even if we could go to the beach, which we absolutely can’t, because of the storm, what would we do without our favourite demon-hunting buddies?” Simon added, and then, stage whispering while leaning close to Izzy, “we were starting to think you guys had fused with your desks, or that you had moved to Canada without telling us.”

“Seriously, you had us worried. When did you last have a day off, or at least take a break?” Maia asked.

Izzy’s shoulders slumped. “Don’t ask, I don’t think I could tell you.”

“Well then, it’s good that we’re here to enforce some mandatory downtime,” Simon said while rummaging around in the back of the van. He finally emerged holding two plastic bags and a canvas tote.

“Maia and I picked up the essentials of relaxation on the drive here. Books,” he turned the canvas bag around so they could see the New York Public Library logo on the front ,“and candy. It’s all Fourth of July themed though. There was a sale,” he added apologetically, as if he wasn’t holding the most beautiful things Izzy had seen in days.

“We appreciate the gesture, but there’s still so much to do, all the paperwork for the cleanup,” Alec chimed in, but Izzy knew him well enough to recognize his opposition as rather half-hearted.

She met Clary’s eyes and they both put on their best pleading face. Simon and Maia had witnessed these battles of will a few times before, so they reserved themselves to keeping quiet and glancing between Alec and his opponents.

Alec tried to seek support with Magnus and looked at him instead. Like Magnus was gonna tell his overworked boyfriend to go back inside for second helpings, Izzy thought, especially when he was right here ready to distract Alec. Her brother must have been kidding himself.

After about five seconds, she could see his resolve crumble like a dry sand wall.

“Okay, you know what, you’re right. Fuck this, let’s get out of here. Hey Underhill,” he called to the Shadowhunter standing just inside the entryway of the Institute, who made his way slightly reluctantly out of the shade and over to the van, “you’re in charge until I get back. Tell everyone to finish what absolutely needs doing today, and then to take the rest of the day off.”

Underhill gave a short nod and smiled. His eyes lingered on Magnus and Alec for a split second, still standing with their arms around each other, before he turned to leave.

They left the van parked in front of the Institute and set off on foot. After a half hour of strolling at a leisurely pace they reached Rockefeller Park and settled under a tree in view of the river. The afternoon sun shone brightly and with an intense glare, and only a few people were sitting on the grass, some under umbrellas to provide shade.

Most inhabitants of the city seemed to have traded the sultry climate outside for air-conditioned offices, apartments, or movie theaters. Even in the middle of Manhattan the world moved slowly and quietly. The traffic and buzz of downtown were miles away, a vague hum in the distance. Time was sticky and thick like honey.

Izzy looked up from her copy of Lavinia. She was feeling sleepy and content, her stomach full of sweets, her sneakers lying next to her with her feet naked on the grass. She took in the scene in front of her:

Magnus was sitting against the tree trunk to her left, her brother’s head in his lap. The warlock had one hand in Alec’s hair, the other held Eros the Bittersweet from which he was reading in a soft voice. Occasionally Alec would open his mouth to make an observation or a joke, and Magnus would look down at him and laugh.

A few meters away Maia had abandoned her reading to try and catch the Skittles Clary was throwing into Maia’s mouth. Simon had also put his copy of Kavalier and Clay aside to watch and to distract both of them by plucking out single blades of grass and pitching them at them with pinpoint accuracy like tiny spears.

Finally Maia had enough and sprang like a fox on the hunt to tackle her boyfriend. After rolling over on the ground once or twice, Maia ended up on top, straddling Simon’s chest and pinning him down. She proceeded to rip out a handful of grass and sprinkle it on Simon, while he laughed and sputtered, trying to blow the grass away from his face.

Clary watched from her Skittle throwing spot, The Wicked + The Divine open on one of her crossed legs. Leaf-filtered sunlight dappled her skin, a smile crinkled the corners of her eyes.

Izzy took a deep breath and exhaled slowly through her nose. The air carried the smells of sunscreen, dry grass, and the river. She had the sudden thought how strange and lucky it was that she was here, lying under a tree with her favourite people in the whole world, how somehow they had all made here. Sometimes it seemed like the world was about to end every other week, and they couldn’t go two months without at least one of them almost dying. But it wasn’t, and they hadn’t.

“Izzy, everything okay?” Clary had sat down next to her. There were faint grass-stains on her grey jeans.

“You know, before I met you, Alec, Jace and I didn’t do this sort of thing.”

Izzy gestured to their surroundings.

“Sitting in some park, during the day, just doing nothing. Sure, we had free time sometimes. Mostly after missions, late at night, when we were so keyed up we just couldn’t go home to bed. We’d get some food, or go to a party, or walk through the city for hours just exploring until the sun went up.“

“And we had fun. But it was always just a distraction, something to kill time, until the next mission or training session, until we had to go back to the Institute or our parents would get mad. The stuff we do with you or Simon or Maia is…” she smiled, “nice. Different. But nice. Is this what being mundane is like? Nothing to do, nowhere to be but here?”

Clary had been watching Izzy’s face attentively, but now she was looking out at the park, the people walking by or lying on the grass.

“Simon and I used to do this stuff all the time. Sometimes I used to think we were just wasting time, but we really had some of our best weekends when we were just off doing nothing. I just didn’t know it at the time.”

“Do you miss, you know. Your old life? Being mundane?”

Clary was quiet for a moment.

“I do, yeah. Even now. I’ll be walking down some street in my old neighbourhood, and it just hits me, the memories. I miss it so much sometimes it physically hurts. And I think about the girl I was a year ago, and she seems like a stranger. A totally different person.”

“But,” she said and her eyes met Izzy’s, “I also think about all the things I’ve seen, everything I’ve learnt. The people I’ve met.” She smiled. “If I was still living my old life, I never would have met you.”

“That, Clary Fairchild, would have been a tragedy.” Izzy grinned.

“Exactly.”

A loud rumbling sounded in the mid-distance. Izzy just managed to tear herself away from Clary’s gaze to look at the horizon. Dark clouds were gathering and moving quickly towards the city, blown by high-altitude winds, although the air on the ground remained hot and still. The air was heavy with static and the humidity clung to her skin. The surface of the Hudson rippled with a few tiny raindrops.

“Ha! What did I tell you?” Simon’s grin was triumphant and infectious. He turned to Maia. “And you doubted me.”

Maia obviously wasn’t ready to give in. “This is nothing. I’m sure it’ll pass and we’ll be fine under the tr--”

The rain came down hard. They had just enough time to pack up their things and put on their shoes before the leafy canopy above them gave in to unload large drops on their heads. It became clear in minutes that staying under the tree wasn’t going to provide much cover.

Simon was the first to dash out into the pouring rain, speeding faster than Izzy’s eyes could follow. When he stopped to wait for the others however the rain caught up with him. He yelped and tried to use his jacket as a makeshift umbrella, which was pointless as any and all clothing was soaked through in seconds.

Maia followed, and immediately after her Magnus and Alec, who were jogging leisurely across the lawn under a small shield Magnus maintained with one hand held over their heads. The faint blue glow was almost invisible, but the rivers of rainwater running off it were not, and Izzy hoped quietly that the few mundanes who remained in the park were too busy getting drenched to notice.

“Our turn.”

Izzy’s attention snapped back to Clary. She had stepped out from under the meager protection of the tree canopy into the rain and was tilting her head back to let the raindrops hit her face. Then she turned back to look at Izzy, smiling, red hair darkened by the rain, a few wet strands clinging to her face.

Clary reached out and took Izzy’s hand. There was a sensation, like a spark of static, but somehow more than physical. Izzy was almost ready to chalk it up to the thunderstorm, all the electricity in the air, or her imagination, when she looked up at Clary.

Her green eyes were wide and tiny rain droplets caught on her lashes. She had felt it too. For a moment they both stood motionless, breaths held, hands clasped.

Then the moment passed, and Clary whipped around to drag Izzy into the rain and towards their friends. Hand in hand they ran across the flooded lawn, water splashing up around their ankles with every step. A flash of lightning followed closely by booming thunder accompanied them.

The others stood under Magnus’ shield, which was now several meters in diameter. Alec was grinning at Izzy when she skidded to a stop next to him. His eyes wandered down to her hand in Clary’s.

“Took you two slowpokes long enough to get here.”

Izzy raised one perfect eyebrow and smiled mockingly.

“Sounds like a challenge. Race you to the Institute?”

Alec’s eyes narrowed, obviously incentivized. He shot Magnus a quick glance. The warlock smiled.

“Oh, go on Alexander, I couldn’t deprive you. Besides,” his eyes flashed golden for a split second, “I’m sure I can keep up.”

In the blink of an eye, Alec had given Magnus a kiss on the cheek and had dashed off. Izzy rolled her eyes and followed. As if he could shake her with tricks like that.

Among shrieks, shouts and laughter the group ran through the pouring rain. By the time they reached the Institute they were all out of breath and soaked to the bone.

By some sort of miracle (and through the magic of plastic bags) the books had managed to stay dry, and Simon stashed them safely in the van before he and Maia made their goodbyes and disappeared in the vehicle as well in search of towels.

Magnus, having had quite enough of being wet, opened a portal to his apartment. He practically had to drag Alec, who was still arguing with his little sister about who had really won the race, through. Izzy and Clary were left alone on the steps of the Institute.

The storm had cooled off the air noticeably, and the weird pressure had lifted. Everything felt suddenly lighter, the constant noise of the rain and the thunder drowning out the hum of the city until Izzy barely noticed it.

Standing in the warm rain, drops hitting her shoulders and face until rivulets formed on her skin, the world faded out until only Clary remained, her eyes, her laughter, her hand holding tight. Izzy tilted her head back and looked up at the sky. She smiled.

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thedefinitionofbts · 7 years

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The Truth About Forever

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader ft. Kim Seokjin

Genre: Romance, Implied Smut?, Angst, Slice of Life

Words: 6.3K

Description: There are a lot of things you know. You knew the water in the lake was the clearest, most fresh tasting in the world and that lavender hyacinth graced every hillside, peeking through patches of wild grass and forest green shrubbery. You knew the weather was pleasant enough and the air clean enough even for someone with a body as weak as yours to sleep peacefully under clear moonlit nights. You know a lot of things, but there was one thing you didn't know…

“Jungkook and Y/N forever…” Seokjin reads the little inscription on the corner. “Hey, this person even has the same name as you, how weird.”

...

Reverof is a quaint little town located on the shores of a large freshwater lake, one of the largest in the world. Settled back in a bygone era, known as the early stages of the industrial revolution, it has long past its steel producing, machine manufacturing days and has now become a top vacation destination due to its invitingly mild weather and stunning natural scenery. People from all over the country flock to Reverof annually, spending their holiday weekends camping by the mountainside, hiking through its charming forest trails, gazing at its magnificent waterfalls, and sailing on the surface of the lake’s ocean-like vastness.

The lake was so big; the other side of the shore was not visible to the naked eye. Anybody visiting would think Reverof was just like a city by the ocean, and being a lakeside town, it did have most of the attractions a seaside port city would offer, but of course there were a couple of differences here and there. Reverof didn’t have rocky cliff shores that jut out to be met with aquamarine waves, but instead pine tree covered slopes that gradually reached out into the clear water. It didn’t provide the signature salty breeze and blushing beaches at sunset, but it did have the gentle musky scent of a forest after the rain and colorful pebble covered shorelines.

Reverof was a place you knew, the home in which you were born and raised in, and mysteriously also a place that possessed a type of mystical strength that shielded you from harm. When you were born, prematurely at only 34 weeks gestation, the doctors didn’t think you would survive. You had breathing problems, anemia, and a hoard of other medical complications that were deemed chronic and virtually untreatable. Your mother would always tell you the story of how she brought your stillborn body down to the lake and soaked you in the crystal pure water, and by some miracle, you woke up and began to cry.

Growing up, you still had to deal with being physically weak, but something about Reverof kept you safe and protected from everything that tried to hurt you. Like the time you were lost in the woods and miraculously found a lavender hyacinth lined path that led you back home, or the time you fell from a tree and the overgrown shrubbery below prevented you from breaking your leg.

And, most memorably, the time you were almost washed downstream by the roaring intensity of the waterfall, but some invisible force carried you tenderly to the shore.

Your best friend and neighbor, Kim Seokjin, never believed you, claiming that you were just making all these coincidences up. He was never a believer in supernatural powers or any kind of phenomenon beyond what modern science could explain. Though it could all just be for show because you could’ve sworn you saw him wishing on a star once.

“Why don’t we go up to Waterfall Mountain now? I’ll jump into the stream and you can watch the water save me with your own eyes.” You retort.

“Alright, let’s” Seokjin fires back.

He follows closely behind as you head toward the trail leading into the forest, stopping intermittently to sigh and remind you to be careful, because he, being your friend since you were in elementary school, knew you had a weak body and would rather not have to deal will carrying you back home in the case you faint due to exhaustion.

You navigate your way through the overgrown vegetation, and up the rocky hillside, ignoring the strong winds rushing towards your face and the tiny pellets of water that were starting to drop from the sky.

“Y/N, I think it’s going to rain” You hear Seokjin shout from behind. “Maybe we should head back, you can show me the magical powers of the waterfall some other day.”

“But we’re almost there” You shout back. “I didn’t come all this way just to turn back.”

Seokjin sighs, loud enough for you, who was standing five feet away, to hear him. Knowing how stubborn you can get, he realizes he has no other choice but to continue following you even as the skies proceed to darken with the wind kicking up speed and occasional lighting bolts flashing off in the distance.

The air was humid, causing beads of sweat to form on your forehead and your shirt to stick to your perspiring body. You knew it was going to start raining any second now, but you were determined to prove something to Seokjin. He was always playing the role of Mr. Know-it-all. Being two years older than you, it was rare you ever got a chance to prove him wrong or show him something he didn’t know, but today was going to be the day. Or at least you thought…

“Y/N! We need to find shelter.” Seokjin shouts as the torrential water begins pouring from the shadowy sky. The onset was sudden, characteristic of severe thunderstorms, and the rainwater came down in sheets, so dense that it blurred everything around you.

“Where?!?” You shout as you try to locate Seokjin. Seconds later, he expertly makes his way to your side and uses his leather jacket to cover both of your heads.

“I think I saw a cave not too far from here” He replies.

Seokjin was right of course. There was a cave on the side of the mountain, one that was not too far from the waterfall you were trying to make it to before the storm had arrived. It was damp and dark, but luckily both of your phones were fully charged and you could trade-off using the built-in flashlight. Initially, walking into the hallow concavity felt like the perfect set-up for a horror movie, but you soon come to realize that it’s not scary at all and actually feels kind of cozy. The walls were made of smooth stone and looked really sturdy from what you could tell, and the space was equivalent to that of a small classroom.

“Looks like this will have to do” Seokjin comments as he huffs and dries out his soaked jacket on one of the large rocks.

You sigh and begin looking around to see if there was anything interesting, but it was just empty other than the couple of giant rocks that could act as makeshift chairs. The thick cave walls muffled much of the noise of rustling trees, due to the wind and pounding water drops, so the area was relatively serene. You turn your attention to the cave opening where you could stare out at the raging storm outside.

“Hey, Y/N, come over here” You hear Seokjin call from the side. He was staring at the back of the cave and shinning his phone on the cave wall.

“What is it?” You question as you approach him. You notice that there were a series of intricate carvings, covering the entire back wall. They were light, obscure, and convoluted, easy to miss entirely if you weren’t paying attention.

“I’ve done my share of research on this town,” Seokjin says while staring at the carvings. “Haven’t you heard of the legend?” He asks.

You shake your head.

“Well, I guess it’s not really a legend” Seokjin chuckles. “It’s a love story set during the industrial revolution. You know, back when this town used to be a polluted mess and fish in the lake weren’t even edible because of the water contamination from the steel factories.”

“How do you even know about this story?” You question, wondering how a young man like Seokjin would acquire knowledge of such obscure things.

“It’s written on the walls,” He laughs and points at the faint carvings on the cave wall that the two of you were currently staring at.

“This?” You ask, still staring at the little symbols and indecipherable words.

“Jungkook and Y/N forever…” Seokjin reads the little inscription on the corner. “Hey, this person even has the same name as you, how weird.”

You jump a little at the sound of Seokjin’s voice echoing against the smooth stonewalls. “Y-yeah, but I don’t think that’s me.” You murmur as you walk closer to look at the age-old story written on the walls.

…

It was hot. The summer wind was dry and dusty, rubbing against the walls of your throat and down your airway. The sun was glaring through the polluted skies once again, and the dark gray smog was blocking anything more than 10 steps in front of you. Although you had walked down the same dirt road every day, you felt strangely exhausted today.

I’m almost home. I can make it. You keep repeating the words in your mind, hoping that it’ll give you the strength to keep moving forward. At 12 years old, you were still a feeble child, not lively and energetic like others your age. Gathering water from the well down the hill was not supposed to be an arduous task, and normally it wasn’t, but ever since the new steel factory went into business last month the air has become especially hard to breathe in.

You’re walking along the path, eyes droopy, vision blurry, and head dizzy. You can’t remember what happens thereafter, but the next thing you know, a young boy is shaking you. He is seemingly your age, if not slightly younger.

“Are you ok?” He asks. His innocent doe eyes are filled with concern and his voice is verging on panic.

The next thing you know, or you think you know, is that the little boy’s back is extra soft and he is extra kind because he carries you all the way to a little house on top of the hill, and he doesn’t even know who you are. The last thing you remember before passing out again is that he smells really nice, like the warmth of creamy vanilla and a cozy home by the woods.

When you wake up, you find yourself laying on what you assume to be his bed and there is a damp folded cloth placed over your forehead. You’re eyes flutter open only to be met with a pair of dark chocolate orbs filled with curiosity and excitement.

“You’re awake!” He chirps, while quickly reaching over and checking to see if your fever had gone down.

“W-where am I?” You ask, looking around the room. It was a simple bedroom, small and square shaped. The walls were decorated with a couple of framed pictures of nature, and there was a small window to the side, revealing a view of the lake peeking through the trees.

“This is my house,” He answers proudly. “I carried you alllll the way up here.” He grins, placing an emphasis on the “alllll” to express how far he had hauled you on his back.

“T-thanks…I-I guess” You voice, finally gathering the energy to sit up. You grimace a little, noticing that your body was feeling a tab bit sore.

“No problem, I’ll be there whenever you need me,” He says with another proud smile, and simultaneously pats his chest.

“Thanks, but you don’t have to. I can take care of myself.” You laugh a little at his bluntly optimistic attitude.

His face falls a slightly, but immediately perks up when he sees his mom walk back into the bedroom with a tray of cookies and two glasses of milk.

“So how come you passed out in the middle of the road?” He asks, curiously peering at you with those wide doe eyes of his.

You look at him and notice the cookie crumb that has made its way to the side of his cheek and giggle. “I fainted from exhaustion” You reply. “My mother told me I should be more careful because my body isn’t strong like most people.”

“Oh” He nods and continues to eat, munching on the cookie like a little bunny eating a lettuce leaf.

…

“She was weak like me,” You whisper.

“I think she really is you” Seokjin says. He turns to look at you with wide eyes. “Like you in a past life or something.”

“Past life? You’ve got to be kidding.”

…

His name was Jeon Jungkook, the little boy who found you lying on the side of a dusty dirt road on a hot summer afternoon in the middle of July.

He had a smile brighter than the sun, and his laugh was the embodiment of blissful freedom. Even at the tender age of 9, he was healthy and strong, the exact opposite of what you were, and the reason why he was able to carry your limp body for two miles uphill.

He was the type of child who would easily have a lot of friends and be well liked by adults and children alike, but there aren’t many kids in your town. Most people come to work in the factories and opt to send money home rather move their whole family to a place that was considered environmentally unfit for living. Jungkook was a sweet kid, friendly and enthusiastic, which was why you decided to approach him the next time you saw him sitting on a tree branch alone and twirling a piece of grass in his hands.

“Kookie!” You shout from below. “Whatcha doing up there?”

“Wha-whoaa” You’re voice startles him and he momentarily loses his balance on the tree branch and falls. Thump.

“Oww” He mutters while rubbing his bottom, the part of his body that made contact with the hard ground.

“Oh my god, are you ok?” You ask, rushing over to examine his injuries. He looks up and sees your concerned face.

“Oh, hi Y/N!” He squeaks, completely forgetting the pain he was in mere seconds ago.

You giggle at his puppy-like attention span.

“You looked bored, so I thought I’d come over and say hi” You smile at him, unable to resist his cute little cheeks that were slightly flushed due to the summer heat.

“Yeah, you wanna play?” His eyes light up.

“Well…” You ponder over the suggestion, pretending like it was a hard decision to make. After all, Jungkook was 3 years younger than you, and you’d like to keep it perfectly clear that you were the older, more mature one between the two of you. So you didn’t want to be too quick to jump on his, presumably childish offer, but his adorable personality made him hard to turn down. “I guess I don’t have anything better to do for now.” You finally answer.

“Yay!” He immediately grabs your hand by surprise and begins running. You jolt in surprise and almost fall over, but regain balance just in time.

You have no idea where he’s taking you, but at that moment you really didn’t have a choice but to follow. You eventually realize he’s taking you to the lakeside. When the two of you reach the pebbly shores, Jungkook turns and points to a tire swing hanging from a tree.

“My dad put that up there” He says. “Swinging on it feels like flying”

“I-I don’t know” You reply, looking at the swing hanging on a branch that jutted out into the water. You had been told to stay away from anything that looked even remotely dangerous, and you knew your parents would not agree to you getting up on that swing, but with Jungkook’s eagerly wholehearted smile and his encouraging words, you find yourself swinging with him sitting next to you, warm bodies touching as the swing oscillated back and forth.

“Y/N” Jungkook says as the swing slows down to calm to an almost undetectable sway.

“Hmm?” You turn to look at him. His sun-kissed skin was glowing with the reflection of the sunset on the water, and the skies were painted in faint warm hues.

“Will you be my friend forever?” He asks. For the first time, you notice a hint of shyness in his voice, and this time you don’t think the flush of his cheeks is from the hot weather or the bright red sunset.

You laugh. “We can be friends, but I can’t promise you forever. Forever doesn’t exist, silly.” You think he’s probably too young to be told these things, like young kids who still believe in Santa Claus, so you attempt to let him down gently.

There’s a moment of silence, and you’re thinking you might have hurt his feelings, but before you can voice an apology, he says something that even the you, who is 3 years older, finds touching and heart tingling.

“I’ll make a forever, just for us.”

That promise led to endless summer days roaming the empty countryside, skipping rocks in the lake, and climbing every tree that was fit for climbing. You soon learned that Jungkook was born and raised in this lake town, just like you were, and he loves lavender hyacinth, just like you do. It was a rare flower, the kind that you would have to hike to the top of Waterfall Mountain to find, but just like the rare friendship that blossomed between two unlikely people, it somehow found a way to grow in even the harshest conditions.

The summer nights were long and conversation filled, it felt like an eternity, an enchanting eternity, that is, until the leaves changed as autumn gradually approached and school began.

Because Jungkook was younger, the two of you were not in the same grade. The school you attended at the base of the mountain was small and lacked a comprehensive set of educational resources, but it was still the best facility within a hundred mile radius. There were only a couple of teachers and most students didn’t even show up every day because the hour-long commute by bus was too time consuming and most teens began working hourly jobs at the factory once they turned 16.

There were a lot of kids Jungkook’s age, and all of them flocked to him. Jungkook was popular, whether it was due to his adorable looks or outgoing personality you didn’t know, but he made a lot of friends in school, just like you had predicted. He was a star student, excelling in sports and academics alike.

“Aren’t you going to play with Jimin today?” You ask Jungkook as he hops over to you during recess, the only time where kids in all grades were gathered in the same area.

“Nah, I wanted to hang out with you,” He says with a mischievous smile.

“You’re going to get bored of me real quick at this rate” You sigh, knowing that you’re weak body would not be able to keep up with Jungkook for long.

“We spent every day in the summer together, and I’m still not bored of you.” He voices as the two of you begin climbing the tree next to the playground. “And I don’t think I ever will.”

True to his word, Jungkook stuck with you every day in school, or at least any time he could. He spent recess playing with you, and even introduced you to the new friends he made in his grade. Although they didn’t seem to like you, they would pretend to be nice to you for the sake of Jungkook. When he realized that, he started to just play with you alone, despite making his friends angry with him for ditching them for the “loner girl”. He would walk over to you with his packed lunch in hand whenever he saw you eating alone at the table in the corner, and he would tell you funny incidents that happened in class to make you laugh and forget about the jealous stares of other girls who called him over to eat lunch with them.

The years went by like the blink of an eye, platonic friendships blooming into the early stages of love. But as he got older, you were less willing to let him protect you. Worried that you were a burden to him, and the last thing you wanted was to hold him back from making more friends and perhaps even dating a healthy girl who’s able to keep up with his inexhaustive thirst for adventure.

Because to no surprise, as Jungkook grew older, he became what most people would label good-looking, attractive, and handsome. He was physically fit and sturdily built; yet he still retained much of his soft baby-like facial features. He may have grown a good 12 inches in height after his growth spurt, but his round and twinkling doe eyes remained unchanged. It wasn’t surprising as he entered his teens that he became a female magnet, taking his rightful place as the elven heartthrob of the town. The boys wanted to be him, and the girls wanted to be with him.

And even though, you never thought someone like Jungkook would ever see you as more than just a friend, he manages to surprise you once again.

“But I don’t see Jennie in that way” He desperately shouts as he runs after you. You had just seen him talking to Jennie when she reached over and grabbed on to his arm. Jennie was actually known as the female Jungkook throughout the school because of her pretty face and excellent grades, and everyone, even the teachers, made it quite obvious that they would make a golden couple. You ran off when Jungkook saw you spying on them, but he chased you down before you could get away.

“She’s perfect for you, Jungkook” You say, trying to prevent the hurt jealously from seeping into your voice but evidently failing.

“That’s only your opinion,” He says with a minor frown.

“It’s what everyone thinks” You look away before the tears could well up in your eyes.

“It’s not what I think” He reaches over to hold your hand, but you pull away.

You scoff. “And you expect me to believe that?”

“Y/N” Jungkook says as he steps over and places both of his hands around your face, cupping your cheeks in his palms. “Forever doesn’t mean 8 years.” He says, referring to the 8 years the two of you have been friends since he made that promise on the tire swing by the lake.

You look into his endearing eyes, unmistakably more sincere than any you’ve ever seen, and no matter how much your heart wants to, your rational mind is still wary of trusting him. After 8 years of staying true to his word, never leaving your side, and always being there when you needed him, you still can’t manage to let go of your doubt because he was just too perfect. Jeon Jungkook was too good for you, and you knew that. He was the impossible scenario that only existed in your hopeful daydreams, that dream college you know you can never get into with your test scores, a miracle that doesn’t just happen because you wish hard enough. In your mind, he could never be your forever, because his forever laid beyond the horizon, whereas yours would always stay rooted in the same spot.

…

“If this girl is me, past life or whatever, that means the boy must be reincarnated too, right?” You say out loud. “What if you’re the boy in the story?”

“Hell no, I’m not even from this place! I moved here a few years ago.” Seokjin exclaims, taken aback by your comment. “Besides, we don't even have the same name or share any similarities whatsoever.”

“Well, you can’t prove that the girl is me” You cross your arms stubbornly.

…

Jungkook was 18 when he got a job at the local steel factory.

His family was in a financial rut, and being the only son in the family, it was the only way he could help. It wasn’t something he was happy about doing. He knew the steel factory was the very cause of the pollution in the town, the pollution that was causing most of your physical ailments, but he really had no other choice.

“Jungkook, it’s ok. Just because you work there, it doesn’t mean you’re part of the cause.” You gently pat him on the back. “It’s not your fault.”

He turns and looks at you, eyes gleaming under the pale moonlight. “I’m sorry,” He whispers.

You lean over and kiss him on the cheek, not knowing how else to comfort him. He looks at you, and you stare back waiting for a response. At first you don’t think he’s going to take it any further than the two of you have ever gone, but you were proven wrong once again when he shifts his whole body and crashes his lips against yours.

Sitting on the porch steps of your house, he kisses you deeply and passionately, pausing only to take in air.

“My parents are home,” You whisper in between the kissing and the quick gasps for oxygen.

“Let’s go somewhere else then” He says. Then he picks you up princess style and carries you down a small trail that leads into the woods. With only the faded luminosity of the moonlight, you feel a mix of fear and excitement tingling in your gut, but Jungkook’s sturdy arms and consistent pecks on your neck radiate a sensation of safety and security.

He sets you down under a weeping willow tree by the stream that connects the liquid from the raging waterfall to the lake.

“This is…ummm” Jungkook looks around at the empty forest. “It seemed a lot more fairytale-like in my head.” He bites his lip and scratches the back of his neck.

You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him towards you with an urgent force. He takes that as a sign that you don’t care how good it looked in his head, you were about to show him how good it is in real life.

The ground was damp and hard, but Jungkook’s body was warm, soft, and full of life. He was extremely gentle and cautious as he held you by your hips, and placed soothing kisses on your tender lips. And it was there under the hidden drooping branches of a century old willow tree, concealed by the silent moonlit night, at the hour near your curfew that the two of you made love for the first time.

“I love you,” He had whispered to your ear, finally voicing what he had held in for so many years. At the time, you didn’t think he, at the young age of 18, fully understood the weight of his words.

But he did, as he would go on to prove later in his life.

In an era where few people were lucky enough to be given the opportunity to seek higher education, it was a real miracle when you were accepted into a female university on the East coast.

You grip the acceptance letter with both of your hands, trying to calm the feeling of excitement mixed with apprehension. It was overwhelming. You didn’t think you’d get in, heck, your parents didn’t even have high hopes. But it was Jungkook who convinced you to apply, saying a small chance is still a chance and nothing’s for certain until you try, and it was also Jungkook who convinced you to go despite you not wanting to leave him behind.

“You’ve worked so hard for this. You have to go.” Jungkook says, as you grip the letter in your shaking hands. You had sprinted over to his house upon opening the letter, he was the only person you wanted to share the news with at that precise moment, and he is the only person who could calm your intense anxiety at a time like this.

“But, b-but what about you” You breathe, still trying to catch your breath from the frantic running.

“I’ll be fine.” He says optimistically. “I’ve got my buddies at the factory, and my parents at home. I’m thinking about adopting a dog too!”

You look at him, unconvinced. He was trying too hard to prove that he could live happily without you, trying too hard to make you feel better about abandoning him.

“Y/N, look. I’ve told you many times, and you’ve never believed me. You were meant to do bigger and better things. There’s a reason why the air here is always making you sick. You were meant to live somewhere clean.” Jungkook says, trying to muster a lighthearted laugh.

“But, but…”

“No more buts, you’re going and that’s that,” He says.

The next week he helps you pack your bags. Everyone in town had heard about the news because your mother had been the loud mouth and had bragged to all of her friends, which in turn led the news to spread like wildfire. Even Jungkook’s friends at the factory heard about his girlfriend getting into college, praising him for getting a girl who was smart enough to pursue the coveted higher education that was a rare feat for a woman at the time, and for the first time, you felt like you finally deserved to be known as his girlfriend.

And so there you were, standing in front of the train station with a suitcase by your side and duffle bag on hand. The East coast was over a thousand miles away, a distance that would take days to cover by train and even longer by boat across the large lakes and the rivers that connected them. You hear the steam engine in the distance, knowing that it’s about time to say your final farewell. Turning to look at Jungkook, you run into his arms one last time, and he embraces you as if it’s your last.

“Jungkook, I’ll comeback. I promise.” You give him a weak, but reassuring smile.

He nods. “I’ll be waiting. I promise.”

…

“Seems like the story ends here,” Seokjin says.

“What?” You exclaim. “That can’t be. Maybe they carved the rest of it in another cave or something. This is like the worst cliffhanger in the history of cave paintings.”

“No, it’s says here that this is the end” Seokjin points to an ending marker.

“But what happened to the girl in the story?” You ask. “And the boy? Did she go back for him?”

Seokjin turns his head slowly to look at you, and you feel an unnatural chill run down your spine.

…

As the years go by, the fervor of the industrial revolution began to die down. The coal burning power plants were eventually replaced by new sources of cleaner energy like electricity and natural gas. The steel factories were eventually moved to more remote regions across the globe, because of this, the lake town saw an unprecedented improvement in the environment and eventually became a prime example of green modernization.

And it was all thanks to Jeon Jungkook, who was the founder of an organization with the mission of cleaning up the lake town, making the water drinkable again and filtering the air to rid it of pollution and smog. Whenever the National press interviewed him, he would always say he had a passion for nature ever since he was young, but only his best friends knew the real reason.

“It’s been twenty years, I don’t think she’s coming back” Taehyung had said to him one day.

“A promise is a promise” Jungkook sighs as he gazes out at the lake and tosses a pebble into its shimmering surface, causing the clear, smooth surface to form rings of rippling waves.

“What will you do if she doesn’t come back?” Taehyung asks out of pure curiosity and not in any way trying to discourage the aged man sitting next to him.

“I’ll become Reverof” Jungkook replies casually.

“Reverof?” Taehyung repeats, confused.

Jungkook chuckles. “It’s what I’ve tentatively named this town.” He tosses another pebble into the water; this time the water splashes up and makes a gulping sound at the stone sinks into the depths of the pool. “A place where she’ll always be protected if she happens to come back, whether it’s in this life or the next.”

“You’ll give up being a human in your next life and instead become a place?” Taehyung raises his eyebrows.

“I want my tears to become the clear water of the lake, my hair to become the wild grasses filled with lavender hyacinth. The blood that runs through my veins will become mysterious hiking trails and smooth roads that provide energy so she’ll never pass out until she makes it home. My flesh will become the crops that are planted in fields, and my love for her will course with the strength of beautifully relentless waterfalls.” Jungkook closes his eyes and breaths in the fresh forest clean breeze. “And my breath will carry my spirit in the wind.”

“Dude, that sounds so cheesy.” Taehyung comments after Jungkook finishes his monologue.

“Yeah, it does, doesn’t it?” Jungkook laughs, revealing his bunny-like teeth and the crinkle of his eyes.

A moment passes, and the two of them wait for a fish to bite the fishing line. “I’m still impressed by your dedication though,” Taehyung says.

“I promised to create a forever.” Jungkook replies.

Jeon Jungkook doesn’t know it, and he never finds out, but you had died not long after you had graduated from that college on the East coast. It wasn’t anyone’s fault; it was just what fate had in stored for you and your disease ridden body. You didn’t die a slow and painful death, but rather a peaceful one, on a hospital bed in the middle of winter. The last thought you have is of the doe eyed boy who kept every single promise he made to you and realizing you would never be able to keep your own. Breaking your promise to the boy you loved was your biggest regret, but you’ve always known that forever didn’t exist, so the last tear that falls from your closing eyelids somehow felt less pitiful.

But Jeon Jungkook waits for you, living the rest of his days believing in your promise and never letting go of his.

…

“He became the heart and soul of Reverof.” Seokjin says in realization. “You said the lake water saved your life and that you’ve miraculously come out of any dangerous situation basically unscratched.”

“Yeah, and?” You begin to think, wondering if Seokjin may actually be onto something.

“I think my dad told me about this town being the incarnation of a boy who lived in this area half a century ago.” Seokjin explains. “You see, Reverof used to be a horribly polluted town, and back then, it wasn’t even called Reverof. They named it that because it’s the word ‘forever’ spelled backwards.”

You look at Seokjin confused, but slowly started to catch on.

“Apparently, it was a word that held a very special meaning for the boy.” Seokjin continues. He pauses and begins to think again, crossing his arms as a knowing smile forms across his face. “And now we know the truth from the story.”

You feel numb and the tears that are trickling from your eyes is something you seem to have no control over. You weren’t confused anymore, you knew what happened to the girl, the gut feeling from your past life finally clear as day.

Seokjin notices you crying and immediately rushes over to ask if you’re ok, and all you can do is nod dumbly.

“Looks like the rain has stopped.” He says, the two of you turn to look out the cave entrance. The sunlight was seeping through the clouds that have scattered into thin sheets of cotton. A transparent rainbow was even faintly visible in the distance.

“Let’s go” You say, running out of the cave.

“Hey, where are you going?” Seokjin shouts from behind. He’s desperately trying to catch up, but you’re sprinting faster than you ever thought you could.

“Up” You shout.

You jog up the trail into the dense forest. The muddy ground made it hard to tread through, but nevertheless you continued on, determination concealing the fatigue threatening to force you to stop and take a break. The water was splattering on the back of your calves with each step you took, but the water droplets falling from the leaves of the mosaic canopy above gave you burst of cool energy as you made your way up the mountain with Seokjin trailing not far behind.

You didn’t think air could smell fresher than it did on the daily in Reverof, but nothing could compare to the scent after the rain.

“Y/N, why are you doing this?” You hear Seokjin question when he finally catches up to you at the peak.

“I’m fulfilling a promise” You reply, eyes glossing over every last inch of Reverof from the top of Waterfall Peak. The old buildings of the town below, the little houses on top of rolling hills, the fields of wheat and sunflowers, the roads that weaved across the valley, and of course the lavender hyacinth lining every patch of wild grass.

The sunlight pouring from the sky was changing the color of the lake. It’s surface reflecting rainbows and white marshmallow-like clouds, sparkling with sincere promises of forever, stunningly similar to a particular person’s eyes that you vaguely recall.

A light breeze blows by, tenderly caressing your cheek and whispering your name into the crevice of your ear.

You close your eyes and take a deep breathe.

“I’m finally back,” You whisper to the wind.

The truth about forever is that there are somethings in life you don't know, the people who silently take care of you without the guarantee of receiving anything in return, the stories that took place on the land you walk on and the presence of someone who loved you dearly and still loves you to this day.

Forever is an unbroken promise.

It's the gift of everything you have to give.

And something that continues to exist even when you don't know it's there.

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Aftermath 2

Twinned Book 1: Commit to the Kick

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Alaric hears the front door of OPT open and close in the distance, then light steps on the stairs coming up. He expects them to pass by, heading down to someone else’s room, but they stop outside of Chris’s room, and there’s a tap against the slightly open door. Alaric tilts his head, inhales and listens for the heartbeat, before he nudges Chris.

“Nikita’s here.”

Chris pulls his headphones off, sets them on the bed, and blinks at Alaric. “Why?”

“I don’t know. She’s still in the hall,” Alaric says, as Nikita raps against the door again.

She nudges it open, peeks in. “Hey.” Her voice is small, her arms wrapped around her center as she leans against the doorjamb. A scarf that seems like overkill for the current fall weather is looped around her throat, and she’s buttoned up in a heavy jacket. “I’m the only one on our floor right now, and I was kind of getting freaked out. Then I remembered that Drea said you were crashing here for the weekend, and I couldn’t think of anyone else I know on campus right now, so I figured I’d come over.”

“What are you doing here for the holiday?” Chris stands up, pulls the door open the rest of the way and motions for her to come in. When he holds out a hand, Nikita shrugs out of the jacket, but keeps the scarf, wrapping it around herself like a shawl.

“My sister Tammy moved to California and she’s having a baby next week—C section—so my mom’s gone out to stay with her.” Nikita shrugs one shoulder. “On the one hand, it means I went home and Dad and I went out to this awesome dinner for Thanksgiving. But on the other hand, Dad figured he’d get some work done on the house while Mom’s gone, and I’m not in the mood for dust and noise, so I took the train back here. And well. It’s just not going so great over there alone.”

There’s a crisp scent in the air, and a chill that wasn’t there before Nikita walked in. Alaric frowns, nostrils flaring. Anxiety. A jittery skip to her heart, as her fingers tap against her thigh. She sinks to sit on Dax’s bed, pushes off her boots and draws up her feet to sit cross-legged.

“What’s going on?” Alaric asks, trying to keep his voice low and calm. He’s not sure exactly why she’s here, but she smells upset, and that’s bothering the beast under his skin.

Chris sits back on his own bed, shoulder and thigh tight against Alaric’s side.

Nikita fidgets, twisting her fingers together. “I keep having nightmares. The kind of nightmares that are making me get fined for using my Talent indoors. It’s been snowing in my room the last two times I woke up. Which is why—” She cuts off, indicates the jacket and scarf. “I had mittens and a hat. I was hoping that maybe if I crashed here, the nightmares would stop.”

“Or we could at least wake you up,” Alaric says. “You fell asleep and made a storm in the middle of Teas Please, when there was a crowd of us. I don’t think having people around helps.”

“Thanks for the comfort,” Nikita mutters dryly. She pulls her knees up, wraps her arms around them. “Look, even if you wake me up, that’s better than waking up under a pile of snow, going into hypothermia, right? It’s not like I want to make storms indoors. I’m supposed to be sleeping. It’s that thing you do when your brain turns off, and I’m not sure when the last time I did it normally was.”

“How’d you sleep while you were at home?” Chris reaches for his phone, comes up with Alaric’s instead and hands it to him. “And if this is something going wrong with your Talent,” he holds up his hands in a clear indication of don’t yell at me, “maybe you should talk to the one expert on campus to see if he has any ideas. Unless you’ve already done that.”

“I actually hadn’t even thought of it,” Nikita admits. “I’ve just been….” She presses the heels of her hands against her eyes. “I’m so tired. I kind of slept at home. I mean. It didn’t rain inside or anything, but I just figured it was because Jennifer wasn’t there, but then I got back here and boom, there we go with the snow. So. Yeah. That’s not a bad idea. I mean. Okay. Go ahead. If you’ve got Professor Szczek in your contacts, do it.”

My floormate is a Weather Witch and she’s having nightmares and making it snow in her sleep. It’s been bad for a while and it’s getting worse now.

Alaric presses send, doesn’t figure that they’ll hear back from Pawel any time soon. He has no idea what Pawel would be doing, but he assumes he has family other than Conor. When his phone pings, he blinks down at the quick response.

She’s not in control of her Talent?

Alaric looks over at Nikita. “You’re fine when you’re awake, right?”

Nikita nods slowly. “Yeah. I just can’t sleep. Pretty much at all.”

It’s only when she sleeps. So she’s not sleeping. Or when she does, she has nightmares and it rains or snows. She did it when she fell asleep in Teas Please once.

Chris sets his hand on Alaric’s thigh, squeezes lightly. “I’m going to go see who else is in the house right now.”

“Lewis let me in,” Nikita offers. She lowers her chin to her knees, stays huddled and watching Alaric while he waits for Pawel to respond.

Where are you? I can come over, see if there’s anything I can see.

Alaric licks his lips, glances at Nikita briefly before typing, We’re at OPT. I’m staying here over the holiday. Nikita came back early and didn’t want to be in the dorm alone because it kept snowing.

I’ll be there shortly. Conor’s at a friend’s house tonight and overnight, so I have time.

Alaric sends back an okay, then sets the phone aside. “Pawel’s coming over,” he says. “He should be here soon, and maybe he can see if something’s wrong.”

“Besides me behaving like I’m eight years old and startled into spewing a thunderstorm,” Nikita mumbles, her head bowed. “I used to be pretty bad about it when I was little. Not when I was really little—I didn’t have that much power. I’d make little clouds when I was upset sometimes, or if it was going to rain anyway, it’d start if I got upset. But it got pretty bad when I was in grade school. My sister still talks about how when I saw the Emergence on TV, I called down a massive thunderstorm. After that I may have had a kind of crappy tweenhood, but it got better when I got older. I got control. This is just… it’s really fucked up, Alaric. This isn’t me. I swear.”

“You’re someplace new,” Alaric points out. “This is all different, and you’re living with people. It isn’t easy on me, and I know, I’m Clan, none of this was ever going to be easy. But maybe it’s just not easy for you, either. Something here might be setting you off.”

“Something other than Jennifer?” Nikita smiles wryly.

Alaric snorts softly. “Yeah. I’m thinking something other than Jennifer, since she’s not here right now.”

Nikita unwinds herself slowly, crosses the space to Chris’s bed and settles herself down next to Alaric. She pulls her feet up, tilts into him as he puts an arm around her shoulders. She buries her face against his chest, breathes in slowly. “I heard somewhere that Clan gives good hugs,” she says softly.

“Yeah. Been told that. We’re kind of touchy.” Alaric gets both arms around her, pulls her onto his lap and holds on tight. She exhales in a rush, and the room gets a shade warmer as they’re quiet for a long moment.

“Maybe it’s just being away from home,” she eventually says. “I mean. At home, everyone’s a Weather Witch, right? It’s comfortable and familiar. And I know other kinds of Mages, but honestly, you’re the first Clan I’ve met face to face. And I still don’t know what Pels is. And it just feels like being here everything is so much more. Do you feel it?”

Alaric rubs her back, glances up at the sound of the front door. “Rory’d probably say it’s all the energy,” he says. “To me, it’s just strangers, but yeah, sometimes I smell the magic. Pawel smells like a lightning storm about to strike.”

“What about me?”

Alaric inhales again, shakes his head. “You taste like ice right now,” he says. “Not like magic, not to me. But you’re not a typical Mage, either. Not every Mage smells the same.”

The door pushes open, and Nikita unwinds herself from Alaric’s grasp, slides her feet down so she can spill from his lap. She stands there, arms crossed, and tilts her head as she looks at Pawel. “So. Hi.”

Pawel looks like they woke him up, his hair mussed in several directions at once. He pushes a hand through it as he looks at Nikita, stalks around her. “There are rituals I can try,” he says without preamble. “Which I’m pretty sure Ric isn’t going to enjoy, since he doesn’t seem to like magic as a rule.”

Alaric grunts. “Look, I don’t fucking care right now. I’ll leave the room.”

Pawel stops, hands on his hips. “Actually, we will. It’s going to probably stink afterwards, at least for a while, and you need to sleep here. Can we use the living room?”

“There are only three people other than us here for the holiday weekend, and two of them are out today,” Chris tells him. “Lewis promises to stay in his room because he wants nothing to do with any of this. But he also made us promise to order pizza.”

“Fine,” Alaric agrees.

“Good.” Pawel motions at the door. “Frat house isn’t exactly where I usually think about diagnosis and cleansing rituals, but I’ll take what we can get,” he mutters under his breath. There’s something about the slump of his shoulders that makes Alaric think of him as younger than usual.

“If you can’t figure it out, I’ll go home for break in a month,” Nikita says, one hand light on the railing as she goes down the stairs ahead of Pawel. “It’s better there. It’s better not here.”

Pawel scrubs a hand through his hair, drags his hand across his face. There’s an underlying rancid exhaustion in his scent, low but rank to Alaric’s nose. “I’ll figure it out,” Pawel says. “There are rituals we can do to take a look at your Talent—at your inherent power levels. See if anything’s not what I’d expect for a Weather Witch.” He glances back at where Alaric stands at the top of the stairs, Chris behind him. “You aren’t going to like this, I’m figuring, but I’m also not going to tell you not to watch.”

Alaric lowers himself to sit on the top stair, where he can look through the railing and into the living room, like a child watching his parents’ party. “I’ll stay here.”

Chris nudges Alaric to move down one step, then sits behind him, knees pressing in where they bracket Alaric. The position lets Alaric drop his hand to circle Chris’s ankle, and the point of contact is comforting. Good.

Chris’s fingers brush against the back of Alaric’s neck, and he shivers.

“What do you want me to do?” Nikita asks.

“Just… sit on the floor,” Pawel says, his voice coming from a distance. The sound of the window sliding open, then Pawel comes back into view. “I honestly don’t know if Magic smells in a way that can be helped by an open window, Ric, but I figured I’d try. It’s the best I can do.”

Alaric grunts his thanks, and leans back against Chris’s touch.

Alaric starts out watching as Pawel circles Nikita, the scent of ozone rising rapidly, but he finds it uncomfortable. It’s a little like staring into the sun. So he closes his eyes, turns his face to press his cheek against Chris’s palm, and tries to breathe through his mouth. Instead of watching, he catalogs the small sounds of Pawel’s breath, and the uptick of his heart rate. The little hmms and ahhs that punctuate other murmurings, and Nikita’s strained breath. There’s a brief moment of silence, then Nikita’s heart slows abruptly, her breath going soft and even.

Alaric’s eyes flicker open, and Nikita is lying sprawled on the floor, Pawel kneeling next to her, one hand hovering in the air over her heart.

Alaric growls softly, and Pawel glances up. “She’s fine,” Pawel says. “Sleeping. Temporarily. I’ll wake her up in a moment.” His tongue flicks out, jaw sets. “Just give me a few more minutes here.”

Pawel leans in closer to Nikita, whispers something, and light flares. Alaric sneezes in the sudden brightness of the air, three times before he has control of himself. By the time he’s able to breathe again, blinking in the brightness, Nikita’s sitting up with her hand out to hold Pawel further away from her.

“I’m okay,” Nikita says, but it’s freezing, and Alaric’s not sure whether that’s a lie or not.

Pawel sits back on his heels. “No, you’re not. But I’m not sure what you are, either,” he admits, pushing his hand through his hair. “Your power levels are off the charts. Speaking as an extremely powerful Emergent Mage, I’ve seen power. My son is ridiculous—he makes accidental sparks on a regular basis and he’s still in third grade. But you’re something else right now. And it’s not just weather.”

Nikita cocks her head, gaze narrowed. “Of course it’s just weather. I’m a Weather Witch. There isn’t anything else in my Lineage.”

“There’s something.” Pawel’s voice is flat, careful. “Nikita, I don’t know what it is, either because I’ve never seen anything like it, or because it’s merged with your Mage Talent. When Lineages combine, they can create wholly new—”

Alaric coughs, interrupting as Pawel’s tone slipped toward lecturing.

“I’ve heard,” Nikita says dryly, and Alaric wonders if she’s heard about Dax by now. “But Professor Szczek, there are only Weather Witches in my Lineage. If there’s anything else, it’s still a Mage. We can trace back a solid ten generations, into the old country. We kept records. My grandmother has the book that belonged to her grandmother. I’ve met cousins of cousins. We all know each other. There’s no room for something else to slip in.”

“Something did,” Pawel insists. “Nikita, you are not just a Mage. Not anymore, and maybe you never were.”

Chris presses his knee into Alaric’s back, and when Alaric glances up, Chris motions down the stairs. Alaric rises, reaches back to pull Chris to his feet; he still has Chris’s hand in his when they reach the bottom of the stairs.

As soon as Alaric settles on the couch, Nikita is sprawled across both him and Chris, curled into Alaric with her face pressed against his throat. He rubs her back, feels the shivers slow.

“I’m sorry,” Pawel says, sitting on the edge of another chair. He rubs at the back of his neck, body tense with frustration. “It seems like everything I do right now is coming up with more questions, not answers.”

“We’ll get there,” Chris says. “If we don’t have the questions, we won’t know what we’re answering.”

“That’s fucking philosophical,” Alaric mutters, but it sounds like Chris has a point. In his mind, they’ve found plenty of answers, that just don’t make sense yet. Maybe they haven’t matched up the questions.

“Dax found out where Noah is buried,” Pawel says quietly. He gestures at Alaric. “That’s the kid from VIT. The one who—”

“Like Orson,” Alaric says, and Pawel nods.

“Exactly. So Dax is going to visit him over break and try to talk to him, see if he has something more for us than your brother did.”

Nikita’s breath slows again, evens out. Alaric rubs circles on her back as he nods at Pawel’s words. There really isn’t much to say about that; they’ll find out what they find out. “Hey, Nik?” he murmurs.

“Mm. Sleepy now.”

Chris snorts.

“It’s actually later than you think,” Pawel says, tapping his watch. “Maybe not late by college kid standards, but Conor had me up at six this morning. So I’m going to head home, and just… let me know how it goes tonight, okay?” His hand hovers over Nikita’s shoulder once he stands up, expression concerned.

“Yeah.” Alaric rises carefully. He and Chris rearrange Nikita so Alaric can carry her upstairs while Chris lets Pawel out. It occurs to him that they never got the pizza, and Lewis never reminded them. And right now, Alaric really doesn’t give a shit.

Having that much magic around is exhausting. Once Alaric gets Nikita settled on Dax’s bed, he retreats to Chris’s bed and lies down. Chris comes in quietly, stands at the door for a long moment.

“I don’t think you’re going to wake her up,” Alaric rumbles. “She’s out. I’ll move to the floor if you want to sleep.”

“You’re fine in my bed. It’s not like we haven’t shared before,” Chris points out.

Yeah, but this time isn’t starting out with mind-blanking, relaxing sex. This is fully aware and watching while Chris strips off his jeans and t-shirt and pulls on sleep pants before he turns off the light, then crawls over Alaric. This is Alaric sliding out of his own jeans and tossing them on the floor, then stretching out again under the blankets that Chris has lifted.

It’s rolling over on his side while Chris spoons in behind him, an arm thrown casually across his middle to keep them close in a too-small bed. It’s Chris nuzzling his shoulder, pressing a kiss to his neck. “Stop thinking, Alaric,” Chris murmurs against his skin. “You like puppy piles. This is a small pile.”

“’S’not the problem,” Alaric mutters, because this is… it’s… it’s not appropriate, not with Nikita in the room. This should be easy. Chris is right, it’s just people sleeping, except Alaric can’t stop thinking about what else it’s been in this bed, and what else it could be.

Chris huffs a soft laugh, shakes his head. “Save that thought for another time,” he says. “It can be that, too. Just not right now.”

Alaric grumbles, tries not to think about it. It’s awkward, is what it is, and it’s probably going to be more awkward in the morning.

It doesn’t take long for Chris to fall asleep, arm tight around Alaric and holding him close. Something won’t let Alaric let go, not yet. He’s aware. Wary. Watchful. His eyes burn in the darkness, growing used to the low light, and he stares at Nikita as she sleeps.

It’s cold in the room, but not snowing. Still. He feels like there’s something off, and he stares at the shadows for a long, long time before he can finally decide that they aren’t moving. That they’re all safe, and he really needs to sleep.

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ask-informant-belarus · 7 years

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Announcement

Mun here, this time it’s not a quick thing.

So yesterday I asked if ya’ll would like to see me stream in Picarto, and some of you said yes! Don’t worry, I’ll still stream. I couldn’t do it yesterday ‘cause I collapsed (I’m fine now, it happens from time to time) and the day went by with no stream. I’m probably going to stream today tho.

But the main thing I wanted to talk about is way longer, so if you have a bit of time, then please keep reading. It’s an explanation as to why I might dissappear from the blog suddenly for some days, though it’s not certain and I hope it doesn’t happen.

Ok so first off, don’t worry. It doesn’t affect me personally (at least I hope it doesn’t) and by that I mean it has nothing to do with my personal life. That out of the way, let me tell you about the actual issue.

So some of you (if not all) may know I live in Perú. Y’know, that Latinamerican country with Machu Picchu in it, the llamas, the alpacas, the good food, where the Incas come from, etc.

I live in Lima, Perú’s capital and largest city. Lima is located in the central coastal part of the country with access to the Pacific Ocean. It’s also located in the valleys of three rivers: Chillón, Rímac, and Lurín. But Lima is a desert, meaning rain is not a thing here, and no one sells umbrellas and all that stuff. Almost no houses have gable roofs (and if they do, it’s only for decoration), so no one is prepared for heavy rains. Which are happening now.

You see, Perú used to have winds that moved along the coast and carried the storm clouds away, cooling down the ocean and all that stuff (I’m not an expert, so forgive me if this is wrong). But the winds have stopped, and now the ocean is warmer. The warm water evaporates and advances in-land to the mountain range (also where Machu Picchu is, for a better perspective) and then it falls down in rain. The problem is, that now it’s raining more than ever in areas where it wasn’t supposed to rain that much.

Let me give you an example: Perú is divided into regions. One of the north regions is called Lambayeque, and there’s a city in Lambayeque called Chiclayo. In Chiclayo, there’s 40 liters of rain per square meter yearly. No more than a week ago, that same amount of water rained in a single night.

This absurd amount of rain we’re having all across the country has made the goverment declare us in emergency state. Last night, the news lady didn’t welcome us with a “good night, everyone” because there was just no good news at all, and they even started earlier and ended later ‘cause there was too much to cover.

And because of the heavy rains, many places are flodding. Houses have water to the knees, roads are covered or partially destroyed. And also because of the rains, there’s an even bigger issue happening.

Huaycos. Huaycos are in Perú what in the snowy mountains are avalaches, it’s just that huaycos are avalanches of mud and dirt and threes and anything an overflowed river can drag along until it reaches the sea. Last night news had videos the local people sent in which they were trying to get pigs out of the brown river. There was also a lady trapped in there, along with three cows. The river even dragged a cargo container.

Tons of roads have been closed because the huaycos and rivers are coming down so strongly they can (and have already) drag busses and trucks along.

I’m really lucky and grateful I live in the middle of two really separated rivers, so none of this is happening to me. But due to all the caos, the goverment has even cancelled classes until monday. They’re also cutting the water distribuition to 27 districts (which thankfully doesn’t include mine). Thunderstorms are taking place in areas they aren’t supposed to affect. So it’s possible they might also cut us the light. To everyone in Lima.

And that can happen any moment now. I just wanted to warn about this. I might dissappear suddenly. I hope we don’t get to the point were they cut the light, but who knows. Watching news every night has become pretty much like watching an end of the world movie. I’m really worried.

Thanks for taking your time to read this whole thing. It turned out longer than what I expected. I could put photos and videos or gifs about the situation, but I just thought it’d make this even longer. But if any of you want me to keep you guys up with what’s going on in Perú, I’d be glad to.

#mun talks #long post #news #peru #emergency #ooc

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shooter-nobunagun · 4 years

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Quarantine UST 9

//We’re closing in on the end...! Jesus christ I can’t believe I wrote a new story start to finish in less than a year...wtf (and it wasn’t short, either).

Warnings: NSFW definitely; you didn’t think that UST in the title was just there for show, did you?

Just as her mood fluctuated on a day-to-day basis, so too did the weather. The grey, foggy skies from the date of their confession seemed weeks away, as the sun turned unseasonably hot. As temperatures soared, so did tempers; especially Adam’s as the attic was now closer to an oven than a bedroom.

“Blimey, think I might sleep in the den tonight... ‘s probably hot enough t’ fry an egg up there,” Adam groused as the sat in front of the (only) fan, the air offering only a mild relief from the heavy, sticky heat. “Another night, and I might actually perish...”

He glared at the Indian, who pretended not to notice. Then again, nobody could say that Mahesh hadn’t offered when they’d first arrived—but Adam had too much pride to ask for a room swap. Especially since there were only a few days left, anyway.

“Ano, Adam, if you want you could...share my room,” the sniper said quietly, not wanting the other two to hear. “I mean like the floor, or maybe we could drag in a couple of cushions—or I could take the floor and you can take my bed?”

Adam shook his head. “Don’t bother; I’ll just tough it out until the end of the week. ‘S not like there’s that much time left anyway.”

"Uh, okay...” Sio raised an eyebrow as Adam dismissed her with a gruff tone. She understood his irritation, but if he hadn’t been planning on switching, then why complain about it in the first place? ‘I guess this is what they call bitching...but still, why bring it up if you’re not actually going to do anything about it?’

Though it’d only been a few days, Sio was fast learning that not everything was rainbow sunshine and unicorns when it came to dating. Not that she was expecting Adam to do a complete 180, even with his gradual mellowing-out; but it still jarred her whenever he switched back to his sarcastic, tsundere attitude. It wasn’t often, and certainly wasn’t as bad as before, but still it made her unsure of how to react, given that they were a lot closer.

Such as now. Part of her felt sorry for Adam and wished to help him any way she could; but another part of her wanted to roll her eyes and comment how he was acting more like a petulant child than her boyfriend.

She chalked it up to the heat; even she, the usually sweet-tempered sniper of the group, was feeling a little on-edge since she woke up sweating and kicking her covers off. Her windows were open for air, but instead of a nice, cool sea breeze, the house felt smothered in a heavy, hot blanket. Despite iced tea and coffee, along with cheese and cold cuts for a non-heated breakfast, Sio didn’t feel any cooler. Now the group was starting to realize the downside of not having any type of air conditioning in the house; even the one fan they managed to dig up from the basement wasn’t very powerful, and there was only one.

“Ugh...Adam, can we skip training today? I think I might actually get heatstroke...” Sio groaned, fanning herself with a magazine as she sprawled over the couch.

“...Well, if you want t’ just bum around all day, it’s your choice.”

Again, Sio felt a bubble of anger well up. It was a perfectly reasonable request given the weather, and he’d already given her a free pass before on nothing more than being worried about her. But now he was just dismissing her; implying that she was a lazy newbie who didn’t take her role as an e-gene holder seriously. She debated about flinging back some snarky remark, but decided against it. They were both getting agitated from the heat and each other; another careless statement and they might actually get into an argument, a first in a long time.

“I’m just saying it’s super hot! Weren’t you the one who was all concerned about me accidentally hurting myself? And now you turn right around and act like my health isn’t important...”

“Then wait until it’s cooler, or find an alternative activity that isn’t as intense.”

Sio’s eyebrow twitched. “...Then why didn’t you just say that in the first place?”

Adam opened his mouth to reply, but shut it before anything came out. Instead, he shook his head, as if dismissing her concerns. “...Whatever.” His cheeks were flushed from the heat and his temper, his pale skin making it all the more obvious. Silver strands stuck to his neck, and he was wearing the crop top again—probably because there was no better choice. Despite her anger, Sio couldn’t help but notice the thin sheen of sweat glistening from his abs.

‘Damn, why does he have to be so hot...’ She grumbled as he left, trying to not think horny things because when one was mad it didn’t seem right to have such lustful thoughts. Her brain seemed to disagree though, much to her dismay.

“Here love, want a cooling pack? It’ll help,” Jess offered kindly, as if knowing exactly what the sniper was going through. “I know it won’t solve everything, but it’ll make you feel a mite better.”

“Thanks, Jess-san,” Sio grumbled, but gratefully accepted the ice pack. “I swear, men sometimes...”

The blonde raised an eyebrow, but wisely chose not to comment. “Just ignore him; he’s being a right berk he is, and a stubborn one, at that. Why don’t you join us the yard? There’s some shade, and at least the air won’t be so stuffy.”

“Hnn...maybe I will.” Casting her boyfriend one last glance, she joined the other two holders outside, where an extra cup of iced coffee awaited her. Though she still preferred tea to coffee, Sio had to admit that after nearly a month of it being offered, it was starting to grow on her. Slightly. The bitterness was actually refreshing, and a lot easier to stand when softened with plenty of milk and sugar. When she’d finally made her first cup of coffee, Adam teased she was adding so much extra sugar and milk she might as well exclude the coffee.

‘Who cares about him now; if he wants to be a giant grump, that’s not my problem...’ She drank her coffee in a sullen silence, barely even noticing the nice scenery and blue sky. At least the air was fresh, if still hot and somewhat muggy.

“I wonder if a storm is coming...I’ve heard it’s unusual for this part of the country to have thunderstorms, but this air...” Jess tugged at the collar of her shirt, which was damp with sweat already.

“Could be, but I don’t see any clouds,” the Indian commented, finishing off his own iced coffee. “You holding up okay, Sio-chan?”

“Ah—what? Oh, I’m fine,” she said sullenly, and the other two raised eyebrows. “Man, this heat is something else...I thought only Tokyo got hot like this...”

“For sure. Makes me wonder if we should go and get something to cool off...I’m thinking something icy, maybe a little creamy...”

“So, who wants...ice cream?” Sio nearly volunteered herself at Mahesh’s suggestion, but then remembered that if she did, she’d most likely be recruited as part of the shopping crew. And no matter how delicious and tempting a pint of chocolate ice cream sounded right now, the thought of slogging to the store, waiting in line, and then all the way back in this heat made her hesitate.

‘Damn I really want some...! But I’m also lazy...and this heat! What if all the ice cream melts before we even get back?’

“Ah, uh...I, I...”

“Don’t worry Sio-chan, I can already tell just by the look on your face that going out in this weather is probably the last thing on your mind. We can go pick some up for everybody...right, Mahesh?” Though she wore a smile, the blonde’s voice was surprisingly menacing, especially as she gripped his shoulder in a vice. “I said, isn’t that right?”

“O-Of course, Jess...” The Indian’s face was strained, even with that winsome smile. “A-Anyway, before we head off into this...lovely weather, we should get an idea of what everyone wants.”

Sio mulled over her choices as the other two steeled themselves. Adam had only texted back a rather curt ‘anything but coconut’, the man himself probably either holed up somewhere in the basement or else training. After agonizing over the seemingly-endless selection, she finally settled on rocky road; ever since she heard about it the name just stuck, and the sniper was quite curious as to how the combination of chocolate, marshmallows and nuts tasted. It certainly sounded good on paper—but what was up with that name?

Still, with four flavors in total, there was bound to be something for everyone. After grabbing a cooler and plenty of ice packs, Mahesh and Jess drove off, making a solemn promise to return with cooling relief. After Sio waved them off, she wandered aimlessly around the kitchen, the heat killing her appetite somewhat. ‘Maybe I’ll just play some games or something until they get back...’ As she was about to pick up the controller though, Adam’s snide remark came floating back and she groaned.

“God damn it...now I’ll feel like a slacker if I don’t at least do something...curse you, Adam.” Grumbling to herself, she was just about to strip off her shirt and into her sports bra when Adam reappeared, wiping his face with a clean towel and looking startled as the roles now reversed: the sniper staring wide-eyed and shirtless, Adam turning an interesting shade of pink before he quickly averted his eyes.

“Hiyaaa! Wh-when did you get here?!”

“Bloody hell, must you change in the open, too?! I thought you had more sense than that, squirt!”

“I-I—well nobody asked you to walk in all of a sudden—” The sniper hugged herself tightly, mortified that he’d possibly seen her tiny, non-existent boobs.

“—Oh I’m sorry, was I supposed to announce my presence or something?” Adam shot back sarcastically, cheeks still a faint red. “Why can’t you act normal for once and just change in your room? As if Mirza and Jess aren’t enough of a handful already...”

“I, I...” Cheeks puffed, the sniper ran out of patience, and forgot for a moment that she wasn’t wearing a top; instead she marched right up to Adam and planted her hands on her hips. “Excuse me? It just happened to be an accidental coincidence, and now you think I’m some, some sort of...shameless pervert?” Despite his fierce gaze, she did not back down; they were supposed to be past this already, these petty little squabbles and fights, and now he was dragging it back up all over again?

“For the love of—would you at least put something on, first?” His eyes briefly swept over her face before they turned away, and Sio finally noticed. She gave a squawk before hurriedly scrounging for her t-shirt, Adam burying his face and sighing.

“This is exactly what I’m talking about...”

“I-It’s not like I did it on purpose! I only started changing because you keep implying I’m some lazy brat!” The sniper retorted hotly, still mortified but also irritated. “Why do you have to be such an asshole about these things?!”

“About what? About asking you to maybe have some more practical decency? In case it wasn’t obvious, I do not fancy seeing others undressed.”

Sio stilled, not sure what to respond and not wanting to let on that his words hurt more than she anticipated. True, she probably shouldn’t have been so careless about changing in the open...but it was an accident, and in any case what good would complaining about it now do? She’d gambled and it didn’t pan out; that didn’t mean he could yell at her and accuse her of being a degenerate.

“...I know that. I, know you’re...not like that. And I’m sorry, but I didn’t mean to do that...so why can’t you be nicer about it?” Those tears fell before she knew it, Adam looking as startled as she felt. “You know, I really believed you when you said you’d change for me...but I guess the joke’s on me.” Without another word she turned and fled up the stairs, only the sound of a door firmly closing echoing down.

“...Fucking hell...!” A hole nearly appeared in the wall, but the Victorian was sturdy enough to withstand a punch from even a genetically enhanced human. Fist smarting, Adam growled as he pulled out a first-aid kit, winding the tape and gauze around his knuckles with a practiced hand. How long had it been since he’d lost his temper like this, resorting to juvenile outbursts and self-harm? But then again, there was never someone like her, before all this, either. Someone he truly cared about, beyond his mother.

You really fucked this one up, Adam. In hindsight, he’d been pretty beastly. Even if his reason was legitimate, the sniper was right; why did he always have to say things in the worst way possible? There were a number of different ways he could’ve worded it, hell even his tone of voice didn’t need to be so sharp, especially with someone as earnest as her. How was it that even after all that he’d said to her yesterday, he still couldn’t watch his mouth when his temper flared?

Adam glanced out the window, the sun bearing down with the full heat of midday. The heat. He didn’t want to blame external factors, but it certainly didn’t help matters. Come to think of it, throwing a wobbler about getting the attic room hadn’t been very mature of him, either. Groaning, he poured himself a glass of ice water before slowly trudging up to the sniper’s room, determined to make it right.

He’d been serious when he told Sio that he would change, for her. Now, it was time to show it. ------- “Seriously, he’s like a kid throwing a tantrum! I swear...so much for the ‘mature college student’ vibe,” Sio ranted into the phone while fanning herself. At first she only planned to send Asao-san a deluge of texts, but when her friend responded with an offer to talk (despite the late hour), Sio unabashedly accepted.

“There there Sio-chan. People don’t change overnight. I’m sure there’ll be slip-ups now and again,” her friend consoled. “At least it seems overall he’s a lot better now, right?”

“Yeah, he is, but I’m just like...must you be so...well, mean about things? Like okay I get it, I know I shouldn’t have been lazy and just went to my room, but come on!”

“So, have you two made up yet?” Sio mumbled some sort of incoherent ‘no’. “...Well, probably wouldn’t hurt to have a discussion with him about this. Especially if he’s serious about being your boyfriend and treating you right...”

“I know...but I don’t really wanna talk to him right now. Ugh, great, just what I need right before we’re all about to transition back to our ‘normal’ lives—another stupid fight—”

Knock knock. The sniper sat up with a start; no doubt the knock was from Adam, since there was no way Jess and Mahesh were back yet. “Crap, speak of the devil—sorry Asao-san—”

“—Ah, the man of the hour appears. Don’t worry Sio-chan, I have faith! Ganbatte!” With that Asao hung up, leaving Sio staring at the door with a leery glance. She gave it another couple of seconds, before shuffling over and finally opening the door, revealing a sullen-looking Adam.

“...Hey.”

“...Ogura.”

Oh, so we’re back to last names now, huh? She thought sarcastically, but let him in. “...So. What do you want.”

And here we go. The girl before him appeared sulky, but at least she was listening. Which was already better than what he imagined might happen, such as locking him out or beaming him with a pillow. “...To ask you, politely, to please be more aware of your surroundings and not just...strip randomly simply because no one else is around. It really makes me uncomfortable, just as you get uncomfortable whenever one of those two accost you randomly.”

Sio winced internally. Adam certainly remembered everything and forgot nothing, it seemed. “Yeah, I kinda figured that. Since you’re asking so nicely...I, I’ll try my best to remember that. And I’m...s, sorry I made you feel uncomfortable. I didn’t...that’s not what I want to do...”

“...I know. You’re not that kind of person...so I’m sorry I accused you of being one.”

“Yeah, about that.” Sio turned and sat on the window bench. “You know, I get that you’re not great at communicating your feelings and such, but...I really wish you’d be less harsh when you tell me these things. Like, I know, I probably shouldn’t have done that, but you don’t need to blow up at me to make a point,” she said, voice quivering slightly. “It’s...kinda scary when you get like that.”

Oh no. Though she wasn’t outright sobbing, Adam could tell instantly that the sniper was on the verge of tears. This wasn’t exactly going how he planned...even though she seemed to have accepted his apology, the last thing he wanted was to upset her. “I—Sio, I...yeh, you’re right. That wasn’t good of me to yell at you like that...it’s just, I’ll admit it’ll probably take me time t’ get used to it and catch myself. So, so...please don’t cry, alright? The last thing I want to do is to scare you or make you feel unsafe. When...when you told me that I made you feel safe by holding you...I want to be that for you.”

The sniper sniffled, trying to wipe her tears away. “I, I do...you do make me feel safe, like that. Just...if you want me to be more aware of my habits, th-then, you have to be too...especially when you get all, all...tsundere sometimes...I can’t tell which Adam you are...”

The silver-haired holder seemed to stiffen at her comment, but Sio didn’t think much on it. “...Apologies. I—I don’t want you to think of me like that. Don’t...be afraid of me because my e-gene. Please.”

Huh? His e-gene...? The sniper looked up in confusion. Adam seemed unusually distraught. ‘I guess his e-gene is a touchy subject for him...but thinking about it, it makes sense...’

“Ano, Adam...don’t take this the wrong way or anything, but...is, is that why you...you’re not comfortable with, um...those types of behaviors? You don’t want people thinking you’re...just like Jack the Ripper...?”

He didn’t say anything for a while, instead leaning against the wall deep in thought. For some reason Sio felt like that wasn’t the real answer, or at least not all of it...but she sensed enough to know that perhaps, she hadn’t quite earned that level of trust from him, yet.

“...Partly. I’m sorry, but it’s...rather complicated. I just don’t like that type of behaviour in general, e-gene notwithstanding. But it is true, that there were those who first judged me solely based on ‘Jack the Ripper’...and probably still do, now.”

“Adam...I’m sorry...” She felt sad all over again, even though she wasn’t mad anymore. Without another word she got up and gave him a hug, surprising the man but it was returned instantly, Sio relishing the embrace.

“...Can I safely assume I’ve been forgiven, now?”

“...Mn.” She nodded against his chest, nuzzling again despite the heat. “You’re not scary anymore...”

He patted her head and she purred, almost like a cat. Adam resisted the urge to laugh, but she was really adorable.

“...By the way, if you’re worried, don’t be. I didn’t see anything. Well, not really...”

“Eh? Sio looked up in confusion, curious as to why he was bringing this up all of a sudden and why he was blushing. “See what?”

“I uh, uhh...” Seriously, how could such a brilliant strategist be this dense when it came to daily life? “...Y’know, when I walked in on you...you, weren’t wearing a shirt...”

The sniper gasped at the realization, pulling away and babbling all sorts of nonsense as she turned bright red.

“Ah! Ohmygosh, I’m so sorry!” She hugged herself tightly, even though she was clothed now. “I-I, y-you...” The girl seemed to have melted into a puddle, whining and sinking to the floor as Adam looked on in bewilderment.

“Uh, Sio...it’s fine, really. Seriously, I’m not upset anymore. I mean, it’s not like there’s that much to see, anyway...”

At that comment the girl began to wail, and Adam slapped himself mentally. ‘Good going wanker, way to imply you think her tits are too small...’

“A-Ah, no, that’s not what I mean Sio! There’s nothing wrong with your...bust, I’m serious! I just meant that, I’m pretty sure I didn’t see anything private—”

“—N-No, I’m not blind; I know they’re super small...is it any wonder people have a hard time believing I’m about to graduate high school...” Sio looked absolutely downtrodden, even as Adam consoled her. “Be honest with me; do you think m, my...boobs are too small?”

“Uuhhh...what?” He almost couldn’t believe she was bringing this up, now. But then again, the sniper could be wildly unpredictable, even when he thought he knew her. “...I...wh, where is this, coming from?”

“Just answer the question!”

“Alright alright; blimey, you say the strangest things sometimes,” Adam muttered, not wanting to upset the girl anymore than she already was. “For the record—and I am being completely, 100% serious—no, they are not. Sure they’re small, but it suits you. Being small is not a bad thing at all.”

She peered up at him with teary eyes, cheeks faintly pink. “You...you’re serious? Y, You’re not just saying it to make me feel better, are you?”

“Oh come on, Sio. Why would I lie about something like that?” He gave her an exasperated look, which seemed to finally reassure her.

“Okay, I believe you...and, thanks for...being honest.” Now Sio was abashed, embarrassed she’d made such a fuss about all this in the first place. “It’s, it’s just...I always thought, guys liked large chests...at least, that’s what I’ve heard...”

“Well...I can see why you’d think that, but speaking as a guy, that’s definitely not the case. I find you cute, y’know?” He gently kissed the top of her hair, the sniper squeaking in surprise. “Quite so, in fact.”

“Ah...” Sio was rendered speechless, relishing in his warm affections while also being mortified that she’d even brought up the topic of her chest size in the first place. Breasts. Boobs. ‘What the hell was I thinking...!’ Still, she was relieved to hear that Adam didn’t mind their petite size; it seemed silly now in hindsight, but how was she supposed to know? It wasn’t as if any other guys had shown an interest in her before Adam came along.

As much as she liked cuddling though, soon enough even its comfort couldn’t override the hideous temperatures. “Urm, sorry Adam...d-don’t get me wrong, I really like being like this and all, but uh, just...it’s so hot and I’m getting all sticky...y-you probably don’t wanna be near me when I’m all sweaty and gross like this...”

The sniper really needed to learn to watch her words. As Adam relented, he couldn’t help but have a completely inappropriate vision as Sio complained of being sweaty, clothes and hair sticking every which way. Her shirt was riding up, revealing a smooth, taut stomach with peachy-soft skin and the tiniest dips of what must’ve been her bellybutton.

Adam felt his groin become desperately tight all of a sudden and gulped. Was it just him, or did it get even hotter than it already was? Why was it taking those two so long to get back, anyway—but a quick check on his phone, and he could see from their messages that they weren’t the only ones who had the idea to go get some cold treats. He groaned, torn between spending more time with Sio or else beating a hasty retreat to relieve himself with a long, cold, shower.

“Adam? Are you feeling okay? You’re not getting heatstroke, are you? You’re awfully red!” Those small hands brushed against his forehead, and it took every ounce of self control to not start making out with her. “You should sit down and get some rest!”

“Y-Yeh, I’m...I’m fine,” he choked out, not sure how much more he could handle. The sniper was so close he could smell her scent: clean sweat, mixing with a rather musky odor that Adam couldn’t identify, only knowing that it made his own arousal even stronger. “Listen Sio, I—”

“Hmm? What’s up?” Innocent maroons blinked up at him, and Adam felt even more guilty for what he was about to ask. Worst case, she’d probably yell at him for being a perv and maybe whack him with a pillow or something. In any case, whatever potential fallout might happen was a risk he was willing to take.

“I...d, don’t take this the wrong way or anything—ah fuck, I guess there’s no right way to say this, but...” He gulped nervously, Sio tilting her head as her brows furrowed slightly with confusion and amusement. “Can I...touch you?”

Sio blinked, trying to process those words. “Touch...me? But, we’re already touching...aren’t we?” She patted his cheek again.

“I-I mean, yes we are but—no, I mean, not...not like that.” Gods, he was more nervous than the time he’d somehow been swindled into performing a live concert in secondary—what happened to being the calm, collected leader of the Second Platoon? “...By touching you, I mean...feeling you.” The sniper raised an eyebrow and Adam felt his pulse lurch in his throat. “L, Like, I-I mean—”

He didn’t even finish his sentence before the sniper grasped his wrist and placed his palm against her exposed stomach, his fingers instantly curling against the smooth, heated skin. “S-Sio?” He choked out a whine as she slowly guided his palm up her torso.

“You mean, like this...right?” Her voice seemed to have dropped in tone to a husky murmur and when did her eyes look so dark?

Is this another one of those e-gene personality shifts? Adam didn’t have anymore time to think, only nodding dumbly as Sio moved his hand higher, underneath her shirt until he felt the smooth, curved swelling of the very same petite breast she’d just been fussing over minutes earlier. ‘Oh god...she’s not wearing a bra?!’

“I-I uh, S, Sio, I, you...”

“Heh, your hand is so warm...it feels nice...” To his immense surprise, the sniper was blushing, but a small smile was gracing her face, as well. “I-I...I’ve always imagined what it would feel like, i-if you...touched me...”

“Sio...” A million thoughts were running through Adam’s mind—the fact that he was actually touching her bare boob, how soft it was, and even Sio’s own admission of wanting him to do so—there really was a lot more to the girl than her schoolgirl image otherwise suggested. “I—are you alright with this?”

She looked at him with hazy eyes, cheeks stained a dark pink before nodding. “...Yes, I want this. So, please...don’t be afraid, Adam. I-I...I want you to touch me. To feel me...like this...”

He felt her pulse drumming underneath his fingertips, her own small hand guiding his until he cupped the breast in his palm entirely, Sio letting out some sort of sigh. Nodding, he let go of any last reservations and started to move in earnest. Squeezing slightly, but not too hard, he was delighted to find out they fit perfectly in his hands, and were far softer and more plush than anything his own imagination could have come up with. Sio seemed to be at least satisfied with his attempts, if not pleased, as her own eyes fluttered shut and she let out a pleasant hum.

“M-Mm...hang on, this is getting kind of awkward...” Adam withdrew his hands temporarily while Sio wrestled her shirt off, no longer caring in the slightest about exposing herself. “Ugh, I’m all sweaty...”

“That’s fine. I don’t mind that...” She stood before him, hands awkwardly to her side but she wasn’t hiding anymore. Two perfectly petite, yet perky breasts, each with a tiny rose bud surrounded by a small pink circle. In other words, she was adorable beyond words and Adam felt his cock starting to strain hard against his boxers.

“Th, They’re okay...?” He nodded, before starting to take off his own shirt, much to Sio’s surprise. “E-Eh? Wh, what are you doing?”

“Well, doesn’t seem quite fair, otherwise,” Adam retorted, as he also struggled to peel the tight-fitting shirt off. “Blimey, it is hot, isn’t it?”

“Ah...y, yeah...” Sio was temporarily rendered speechless as she finally saw Adam, completely shirtless with all his muscles bared for her pleasure. A faint pulse ached between her loins, her heart rate speeding up as all sorts of naughty thoughts immediately starting running through her head.

“Since you’ve been trying so hard to get a good look, I figured I might as well just give you the whole course,” Adam smirked, Sio blushing with shame as she realized he’d noticed her peeping attempts. “Gotta say, you need to work on your discretion, squirt.”

“I-I wasn’t, I-I’m not...” She tried to protest, but even her mind knew it wasn’t true. “I...”

“Wanna touch?”

Sio didn’t even say anything before her fingertips ran over his hard muscles. ‘Holy crap...they’re so, solid!’ Smooth and warm, she was amazed she hadn’t started salivating yet. The ache between her legs grew stronger, Sio rubbing her thighs together slightly to try and ease the tension.

“Eep!” Something warm cupped her chest, before the sniper realized Adam was massaging her breasts, again. “Ah...th, that feels nice...”

“Oh? Well well, what do you we have here?” Sio looked down in confusion as he pinched her left nipple, squeaking at the sensations. “I didn’t know you had a shy nipple...”

“A-Ah...I-I, it’s always been like that...ah! Th-that one, never sticks out as much as the other one... A-Adam...mmm, this feeling...”

“It’s cute. And it seems to feel good, no?” He rolled the pink bud between his fingers, Sio letting out a whine as sparks of pleasure started running through her. “Oh, I see...it’s coming out.” He did the same to her other breast, Sio panting as his ministrations were making her feel far more pleasurable than anything she’d tried herself. Maybe it was because his hands were a lot bigger, or maybe it was just the fact that Adam was doing this to her, rather than herself.

The throbbing between her legs was getting harder to ignore, especially as Adam teased her nipples until both of them were pointed and stiff. It was a surprise how sensitive her breasts turned out to be, especially since they never did much for her before; but now her whole body was tingling with pleasure, especially that juncture between her legs...

‘That’s going a bit too far...isn’t it?’ Eyes glazed, the sniper could barely think straight, but a part of her was still hesitant to go any further. A little touching and fondling, sure, but Sio wondered how Adam would react if she asked him to touch her down there...and all the potential paths that could lead them down... Before she could make up her mind however, Adam swept her up into another kiss, this time pulling her flush against his him and she felt his warm skin against hers. Whatever reservations she had slipped away, and as their tongues wrestled with each other, Sio subtly grasped his hand and gently guided it between her thighs.

“What th—” Adam broke the kiss as he felt his fingers reach somewhere incredibly soft and warm. “Um, Sio...” He looked down, as if to confirm just exactly where he was touching. “Are you...sure?” His own erection was obvious by now; there was no way even someone as inexperienced as her could be oblivious to it—and when her fingers gently brushed against the bulge and he groaned, he knew she was far from innocent. “S-Sio...!”

“You feel it too, don’t you? That ache, down there...” She took his digits and rubbed it against the dip in her underwear, legs almost buckling as she moaned. “Th-There...c, can you also...touch me...a-and in return, I can...do the same for you...”

Adam swallowed hard. What Sio suggested was basically mutual masturbation at this point, even if it was through their underwear. It was as if all his wildest fantasies were coming true all at once; though unlike his fantasies, real life was just a tad overwhelming.

“Yeh...sure...” The sniper gingerly touched the bump again, as if unsure what to do, before Adam realized she probably needed some guidance. “Here, let me borrow your hand.” Gently, he laid her palm against the head of his erection, using it to rub and caress against the stiffness, until she got the hang of it. “Y-Yeh, that’s it...oh god...” As Sio started fondling him, he rubbed that hot slit between her legs; when he brushed against a particular bump however, the sniper let out a cry and pushed herself against his chest.

“Y-Yes! Right there...ah! That’s where it feels the best...” Chest heaving, Sio pushed against him, trying to use her hands to please him as well but as Adam’s movements became more confident, she found it difficult to concentrate. “O-Oh...uh, A-Adam...!” That warm twitching feeling, building up in her belly that was far more potent than the rising temperatures outside...before she knew it her hips were bucking, mind basically going blank and her hands stopped moving; the only thing that mattered was the pure, scintillating pleasure coursing through her body.

“Nnng...! A-Adam!”

The petite girl stiffened suddenly and gripped his shoulders, a moan tearing from her throat as she collapsed against Adam, the man catching her just before her body slumped to the ground. Apparently Sio had reached her limit first, the sniper panting hard as something hot seeped through her underwear, Adam feeling the slippery liquid coating his fingers. ‘Did she just...come?’

“A, Adam...sorry, I wasn’t able to, to...help you...” Slowly, Sio propped herself up, still catching her breath as the remnants of her orgasm slowly dissipated. ‘Amazing...he wasn’t even touching me directly, and I still came before him...’ Just having him do it, instead of herself, made a huge difference. Her underwear was now uncomfortably wet, soaked with both her sweat and cum, and vaguely she wondered how he’d react if she shed her clothes completely.

“Oy, take it easy; don’t worry about me, I mean it’s not like you can help it...” Ignoring his own throbbing erection, Adam helped her to the edge of her bed, Sio’s legs still wobbly as she recovered. “So, I take it I did pretty good?” He offered her a roguish grin, causing the sniper to blush.

“Unn...y, yeah...it felt, so good...” Normally she would be super self-conscious about being so exposed, yet as they both sat on her bed, topless and panting slightly, there was something cozy about the intimate situation they were in. To share such a precious experience with someone she really trusted and cared about...though Sio had enjoyed the physical pleasures of climaxing, knowing that Adam felt the same made her heart feel full.

“Glad to hear; I, uh, haven’t ever done that before so...I’d hoped it would feel good for you,” Adam rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, a faint blush on his face. “Wha—S-Sio—ugh!” Soft hands dipped inside the waistband of his boxers, Adam letting out a moan as her fingers gripped the head of his shaft, rubbing the tip and spreading the precum around. “Oh god...fu...”

“Let me know if I’m doing this right,” the sniper purred in a low voice. Adam could barely think straight as his head swam, hips moving slightly with each stroke. Since when did the shy, naïve Sio Ogura know how to give a handjob so well? ‘Don’t tell me she had a boyfriend before this...? No, somehow I don’t think so...’ A quick learner then, or maybe it was due to something innate with her e-gene?

“It seems like you’re enjoying it, in any case...”

“Uhn...y-yeh, your hands feel...amazing,” Adam was panting now, the pulsing in his core increasing as he felt himself get closer to the edge. “Nng...fuck...I’m gonna—hnng—soon...” His boxers were already stained with precum, but it was too late to stop and strip—not that he wanted to stop any time soon.

‘Whoa, his face...I’ve never seen that expression before...’ Sio felt like she was in a trance of sorts; just earlier she’d been super embarrassed about forgetting a shirt, and now not only was she sitting half-naked, but earnestly stroking her boyfriend’s erect penis to get him off. His length was incredibly hot; an interesting combination of being velvety soft to the touch, yet (as everybody said) stiff when she gripped it. She felt her own loins pulsing to life again, as Adam’s cock twitched more and more the faster she moved her hand. He was panting as if he was running a marathon, cheeks bright red as he grit his teeth, trying to keep his voice down. It was rather cute, seeing him earnestly trying to maintain some semblance of calm, yet every time she squeezed just a little tighter or rubbed a certain way, that mask would drop and she would see his true self--the one that completely gave into this pleasure she was giving him. It was also kind of erotic, actually. Before she knew it her free hand dipped into her own panties, stroking her clit as the heat simmered up in her belly.

“M-Mnn...oh god, ah—S, Sio—! I’m, it’s—!” The sniper watched wide-eyed as Adam started trembling all over, eyes squeezed shut as he let out a low moan. Something hot, almost burning started slipping through her fingers, Sio pulling back in shock as it oozed out; a thick, creamy liquid that stained through the fabric. She watched in awe as Adam took over, stroking himself through to completion while she rubbed his semen between her fingers. The whitish liquid spilled all over his hand as he stilled at last, gasping and heaving. “Oh god, fuck...holy shit that felt amazing...”

Sighing, Adam leaned back against the headboard, catching his breath as the high slowly settled. Every muscle in his body was completely limp, his mind still hazy so the realization that they’d basically just had their first sexual experiences together didn’t hit as hard as it probably would have. In any case, while it certainly wasn’t as romantic or passionate as his fantasies, it was still wonderful. To finally be able to touch her and do all the intimate things he’d wished for, together...

“Um, Adam? Here, do you want to...clean it up?” He opened one eye to Sio offering a tissue, before realizing the mess from his orgasm was still evident.

“Oh, sorry ‘bout that...shit, I’m sorry I made a mess on your sheets...I’ll help you get those changed out.” Guiltily he wiped up his spunk, though in the corner of his eye he swore he saw Sio lick some off her fingers. Jesus christ...this girl...

“It’s okay, I mean it’s not like this is our permanent residence anyway...but, thanks, Adam.” She blushed slightly as they finally wiped up everything, including her own mess. His cum had tasted interesting—salty, which she was not expecting, but it wasn’t disgusting, either. “Um, so...did I do that right? I-I mean, I was just...I, um, i-it’s not like I did any research or anything but sometimes you can’t help but hear things from other people or see it in magazines—”

Adam cut her off with a single finger. “Well, t’be honest you could’ve fooled me; it felt amazing, seriously...” Sio muttered an ‘oh,’ turning a bit pink. “You always continue to impress me, Sio...”

“Ah...A, Adam...” Her cheeks flushed with pleasure, glad that she could make him feel as good as he did for her. “Th, that makes me really happy to hear...b-but, you...your fingers felt so good, too. I mean, you were just rubbing the outside of my underwear and I...c, came from just that...”

Both of them blushed a bit from her words. If it had felt that good just from the outside, what if she convinced Adam to finger her directly... Before she could broach that suggestion though, the door clicked open downstairs, and Jess and Mahesh’s voice could be faintly heard echoing up.

“Oh bollocks, they’re back—I’ll go down first, you tidy up and come down when you’re ready, yeh?” Adam flung his shirt and pants back on before sprinting down the stairs, Sio frantically looking for a clean t-shirt and making sure to hide any last evidence of their time together before slowly descending the stairs.

“You two wouldn’t believe the lines! You’d the think the pandemic was over or something,” the blonde complained as they unloaded the cartons. “You’d better appreciate all this...”

“O-Of course, Jess. Seriously, you guys did great. Otsukaresama...” Sio made certain to sit next to her, instead of Adam. Better not to rouse any suspicions... Next to her, Mahesh was already opening his mango sorbet, his usually slicked-back hair falling in his face from the heat.

“Thank god we’ll be out of here soon...and hopefully away from this heat. Well, here’s your rocky road, Sio-chan—I’m curious what you’ll think of it. Oh, and since you didn’t really specify, Adam, we just got you French vanilla.”

The silver-haired man shrugged, before taking a bite. “Mn, vanilla’s fine with me. Sometimes, you just can’t go wrong with the classics...”

As the sun continued to shine outside, the four members of the Second Platoon sat in a comfortable silence, enjoying their cooling treats. It was too hot to cook, so they’d decided on indulge on fancy takeout from a local Thai place, to go along with their Netflix marathon tonight—the entire Back to the Future trilogy, as voted by group consensus. The rocky road was good; smooth, dark chocolate peppered with swirls of marshmallow and chunks of almonds... The ice cream did wonders to mitigate the heat, though her little ‘session’ with Adam also did a lot to finally quell that odd, restless tension that had been building up between them. And then tasty food for dinner along with a movie night... Sighing, Sio vowed to just enjoy things as they were, right now.

#documentation #quarantine ust #//uh whoops #//i guess i finally broke my update streak #//herp

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sodasyrup · 4 years

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DAILY ANON SPAM

i really let these build up

DAY 315: nah lol it okay. I was able to write, I was just staring at the screen. and I wrote more until I finished the second chapter today!!!!

congrats on writing!

DAY 316: THIS THUNDERSTORM IS A STRONG BOY TODAY OH FUCK!!! I actually heard the thunder even with my earbuds in max volume 😳

i fuckin love thunderstorms..........

DAY 317: I didn't get to write today 😔 honestly quite tired but I got to have hot chocolate so that's good

WHORE

DAY 318: I was able to write and we're supposed to have really bad storms today!!!!! also I almost fell asleep before doing this lmao

Whore redacted

DAY 320: in a gift event and got my giftee. I'm so excited to start writing for them!!!!!!

day missing?

DAY 321: I was so distracted today and I don't know why 😔 also I really want a switch so I can play animal crossing but I don't want to burden my parents

oh.... if u get a switch we can play naminal crosigns

DAY 322: OH MY GOSH, THAT'S AMAZING!!! GOOD JOB!!!! :D!!!!!!!!!!

COLLEGE TIME BABY!

DAY 323: this whole week, 0/10 for me. I've been so forgetful and keep procrastinating. the only reason I am able to finish what I have done so far is because of sprints 😓 oh well! but I'm tired so sleepy time night!!!

oh babe sorry. i hope u slept well

DAY 324: dunno if I already mentioned this, but I'm in two birthday events and I already reached the first minimum word count for one of them and am halfway to the other event's word count minimum!!! :D

time to pass the MAXIMUM WORD COUNT

DAY 325: I GOT MY UNDERCUT SHAVED AGAIN!!!! HOORAY!!!!!!!!!!

FUCK! YEA! GAY! RIGHTS!

DAY 326: my legs hurt from standing so much reorganizing my clothes 😪

id rather die than organize my clothes

DAY 327: I WENT OUTSIDE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A MONTH AND WATCHED TWO MOVIES I RENTED!!! Sonic was really good and Birds of Prey too!!!

outside......... *smacks u* dont get infected

DAY 328: my knee HURTS!!! also I really hope I can get a new laptop soon so I don't have to worry about it and can write freely

*rips out ur knee* you deserve so much

DAY 329: I have one day left of "school" and I doubt I even have much to do and I hate it :( but how have you been? are you doing good?

u did it..... today was my last day of work! twinsies....even tho im LATE

DAY 330: I'm gonna miss everyone but at least soon I will be able to sign up to finish my driving lessons and then focus on my writing completely :D

oh fuck epix! i cant drive im gay

DAY 331: my knee hurts but I finally figured out how I want my gift fic to keep going!!! also I hate america once again but I love the people who are rioting because honestly, I'm surprised we haven't lost our patience sooner

FIX UR FACKIN KNEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! also god america is awful but my heart goes out to the protesters

DAY 332: don't know if you've heard about pride///fall but be careful, okay? also I'm pretty sure there was a protest not too far where I live. however it ended, I'm just proud

ive heard of it but idc too much ive been around for awhile i know the internet well enough to just shrug it off. more concerned for others

DAY 333: dude it's okay. don't force yourself to answer them all at once. almost all of my daily anons have been written while I was half asleep in bed anyway, I vibe with that

owo........i answered them ALL

DAY 335: thanks dude. it's just painful to see innocent people be hurt or k*lled. nothing about this is right and I hate so much of this world right now. I can only hope things get better from here

MISSING A DAY

also yeah it sucks so much but we can work towards something better, together

DAY 336: I made ramen two hours ago and ate it. in the middle of the night. my stomach may not agree fully but I don't regret it. also I cannot type at all today

i think ramen just does that? makes u shit ur pants

DAY 337: currently crying because I just finished reading a fic and I'm just emotional. I knew what was gonna happen because of the major character death warning but jesus fuck, it hurt so much in the end. I loved it. 15/10

i cant read angst no comfort it makes me depressed

DAY 338: I've had a headache this whole day 😔 and I think I'm starting to feel bored and lonely. I might take a walk at some point or just sleep a lot

:^(

sorry man, NZ has been out of lockdown for awhile. hope you feel better soon

DAY 339: I said fuck it and had ramen again at like midnight, however much my stomach disagrees be damned. and now I am sated uwu

RAMEN MAKES U POOPY!

DAY 340: sleeby... but playin sims... and eating cheese... mmmmmmm 😋

sims......chehze....... mlemlemelme

DAY 341: leggy hurts but I have ice cream so I guess it balances out uwu

dude fix your leg serious go to a doctor or something

DAY 342: it was raining today!!!! and I loved it!!!! it was so windy!!!!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i love rain when im not in it

DAY 343: I finished drawing a second of and started my third! I love them all so far

ART! CONGRATS!

DAY 344: I was sad today but I had two cups of hot coco and did several sprints so I'm feeling better now :)

coco is very nice, you deserve it

DAY 345: it got cold all of a sudden??? excuse me, how rude. anyway, it's hot chocolate time!!!! imma add a little salt

the cold is me sucking away ur- wait wait wait salt in your fucking coco?

DAY 346: it was cold as a BITCH last night and it's cold again!!! 😭 at least I got blankets and hot chocolate 😋

SALTY HOT CHOCOLATES?

DAY 347: I might have allergies, idk. but I can finally finish up my driving lessons!! and I finished my required hours so woohoo!!!

i’ll sneeze in ur mouth to fix ur allergies

DAY 346: okay but real talk- I'll probably stop doing these after I do a whole year if that's okay. and I finishing up my driving lessons!

THATS FINE BABE one whole year like. fuckin dedicated!

DAY 349: I just realized I messed up the day number for the last one *dies* goddamnit. anyway, early sleepy time!!!!!! uwu

you’ve messed up a few but its ok bc youve done this for a fucking YEAR

DAY 350: MY BODY FUCKING HURTS????? rude. I don't even know why, it just did

im gonna remove ur bones

DAY 351: oof writing is hard and drawing is hard. goddamnit life is hard. BUT THAT WON'T STOP ME

i wish i had hands to draw and write

#sodask #daily anon

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bestfriendforhire · 5 years

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Entry 384

“James! Thank you for having us. This is quite a place you’ve got here. Sorry if we brought the storm.” stated Grayson as I descended the stairs. There was a thunderstorm in progress outside.

“There’s plenty to see. Thank you for accepting the invitation. I thought you might be interested in seeing a little more about my company than most, since you seemed curious during the game. Mick was supposed to stop by a while ago but apparently didn’t get the time.” I explained.

“This place is awesome!” exclaimed Matt.

“Sorry, James.” muttered Mick.

“No need to apologize. We’ll just review with your family today what I wanted to tell you before.” I told him, creating several spells as I spoke. The family, save for Iris, was lifted off the ground and gentle breeze blew against them. “Magic is real, and your family can use it.”

Grayson’s eyes were bulging, but Mirabella didn’t seem surprised. Three of the boys were grinning, but Mike seemed worried.

“Wh-What…” started Grayson.

My spell gently lowered them to the ground as he tried to decide what he was asking.

“You wanted to know what I was feeding my employees. I train them physically, mentally, and in magical arts. We didn’t use spells at the baseball game, but we have numerous advantages that are completely unfair.” I informed him. “For example, I can physically lift your family’s van, though using spells is easier to ensure I don’t compromise the frame.”

Grayson swore, looking at me in disbelief.

I smiled and said, “If you don’t mind coming out back, I’ll ask the wonderful gardener to demonstrate something people tend to grasp more easily.” No one argued, despite the storm, so I started leading the way. “Mirabella and Mike can’t create the electrical discharges like the rest of you. She has a different heritage, and Mike took after his mother.”

“How could you possibly know that?” asked Mike.

“My secretary ran a background check on Iris prior to her being hired, and she’s so thorough that I feel like she knows everything. You wouldn’t believe how long she takes to brief me on things.” I replied, glancing back and smiling. “My concern with Mick is that he and Iris tended to play games with their ability, which caught enough notice for my secretary to file it in the report. There are some out there who prey on those with abilities such as yours, so being a little more cautious tends to be wise.”

“You claim you can lift cars, and you can obviously lift us. What else can you do, James?” questioned Grayson.

“So many things, Dad. James is like a wizard combined with an overly strong fighter from some fantasy novel.” insisted Iris.

“I’ve also learned to make a great cup of tea. My wife can be picky.” I added.

“What’s that smell..?” questioned Mike longingly.

“We’re almost to the kitchen, and Marco’s making you quite the treat. I’m sure he won’t mind us passing through. Just be prepared for a few samples.” I warned.

Marco had more than a few things ready for sampling, which took several minutes before he was satisfied enough for me to lead the group onward. Instead of continuing on through the house, I used the kitchen exit to the garden there, creating a spell to form a protective spell from the wind and rain.

“I don’t suppose you worry about getting struck by lightning.” commented Grayson.

“Worried, no, but I didn’t find that to be pleasant either.”

He seemed shocked by the idea that I had actually been struck by lightning, as did a couple of his boys.

“If your magic were stronger, you’d actually be able to guide a lightning bolt around you. Iris has practiced enough that she could knock an assailant down with just the shock.”

“You can?” questioned Mick excitedly.

She nodded, grinned, and said, “Yep, though I could take you in a fight without one.”

“All trained up now, are you?” questioned Mark, the eldest sibling.

She laughed, shaking her head. “You wouldn’t believe the standards here.”

“I take it that James is the strongest, being the boss.” suggested Mike.

I shook my head and said, “Not even close.” Pointing ahead and asked “Do you see the keep over there?”

A couple of them nodded.

“The strongest best friend created that with a stray thought.”

“What!? No way!” exclaimed Mike.

Nodding, I said, “She showed up in my office to tell me that she ‘oopsed’ a second after. She’s been training recently to avoid that type of mistake. I imagine she’ll be capable of creating a large city in a day on a whim within a few years. I’d probably spend at least a week on a small town, and that’s if I collected the resources ahead of time.”

Catching the conversation as she jogged over to us, Emma argued “You’d take at least a month, man-sla-... er… boss? You get too distracted. I could handle a village in an hour!” She was soaked, but grinning.

I used a spell to dry her off. “Emma, I’m sure you remember Iris’ father, Grayson. This is her mother, Mirabella. From oldest to youngest, her brothers are Mark, Mick, Mike, and Matt. Everyone, this is my gardener, Emma.”

“Shouldn’t I be your favorite gardener?”

“Sure.”

“Hear that? I’m his favorite!”

“Do you create villages with a stray thought?” questioned Mike.

“Nah. I do this.” she replied, several seconds passed before wooden buildings shot up from the ground between the fort and the house.

I playfully told her “Mine would have functional electricity, plumbing, and the other luxuries people expect these days.”

She stuck her tongue at me before saying, “My plumbing would work if I created a water tower. Plants can be very good at guiding water. As for electricity, I’ve been talking with Jarod about ways to generate a current with plants. We have plans and stuff!”

“You mean he had a crazy idea and chatted your ear off.”

“I thought the idea was cool and agreed to try eventually!”

“The idea was actually Maxine’s. She has some experience with bioengineering from when she considered creating a cyborg army.” corrected Mila.

I was thankful that never came to fruition.

“You can create cyborgs!?’ questioned Matt.

I had encountered cyborgs off-world during my honeymoon, so I imagined Alma and I could help get the kinks out relatively quickly. Unwilling to admit that, I said, “There has been some tech created here which could be used toward that end, but we’re not experimenting on people.”

“I didn’t know you were in the tech industry.” commented Mirabella.

“My company dabbles in many things to help prepare our best friends for a very large variety of jobs.”

Grinning, Emma said, “He means to say ‘Yes. Yes, we are.’ Mua ha ha ha ha!” She attempted to look menacing while drumming her fingers against each other.

I sighed and said, “Emma, mind getting rid of your starter village and showing the Storms how you help the kitchen?”

“Fiiiine, but I might use some buildings to compliment the topiary when I change things up again.”

“Sounds fun.” I agreed.

Emma’s demonstration was relatively brief, for her, due to knowing that Marco was nearly done preparing our dinner. Nevertheless, the Storms seemed impressed. Over dinner, I told them a little more about my employees, since none of them had protested yesterday when I explained my plan to introduce the Storms to magic. The ones who were available for dinner helped demonstrate. Impressing the importance of being careful upon them would be a longer conversation. I knew I couldn’t prevent Mick from being attacked next week, but I also knew he’d survive due to this intervention, giving him a place to call for help.

#Best #Friend #For #Hire #Jovial #Times #Fantasy #Fiction #Story

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alb-ni-m-fia · 7 years

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Why am I so nice?

Growing up, you're told about how you should treat others the way you wanted to be treated. The golden rule. And you take it to heart because you certainly don't want to be treated bad. So you become the rainbow to other people's storms. You do the best you can to be the person that will show respect and kindness towards others and be the general "best friend".

That makes you easy to step on

A little background: all throughout middle school and high school, I’ve been in and out of relationships. Girlfriend would always break up with me. I would be down and in the dumps for abouuut a week (tops) and then I would be over it.

Senior year. Met a girl at a summer Christian camp that I worked at. We hit it off pretty well. Dated for at least a year and a half. It was a good relationship. We genuinely had fun together and I saw myself spending my life with this woman. Was I thinking about this at too young of an age? Was I being naive? Who can even tell? Everything was going well. At least I thought it was. And then college started.

We go to our own separate campuses and try to see each other when we can. Normal long-distance stuff. She begins to go to parties. I showcase my worry, but she tells me that she’s being careful. Ok. I trust her. Everything’s fine.

Everything was not fine.

Long story short, it started out small and got worse and worse until the point where she cheated on me by having sexual relations with another man.

Shot to the gut.

BUT I STAYED WITH HER

Here’s the thing. You teach yourself the “golden rule” and its ingrained in your head. Everything was laid out for me to leave. There was my opportunity. And I didn’t take it. Because I believed in US. Like “we can get through this.” kinda stuff. And we try. For a few weeks I tried to forgive her and move on from the fact that there was a moment where she wasn’t thinking about me while a man asked her if it was alright to insert himself into her.

I couldn’t do it. I ended our relationship. I just couldn’t handle it. It was like a burn on your forearm that just wouldn’t heal. It took me -years- to get over her. And to be completely honest, I don’t know if I’ve 100% forgiven her.

From that day on, I gave myself a zero tolerance for cheating. So much as kiss another person, you’re gone.

But that’s not the end of the story. That’s not why I’m writing this.

I’m about to go into grad school. I reconnect with a friend from back home and we hit off. Yada, yada. You know how it goes.

She is about to begin her undergrad. We do long-distance. She begins to go to parties.

Do you see the pattern?

I express my concern. I tell her about my previous relationship and how I am afraid for what may become of us if she were to continue going to parties. Here’s the problem: She’s part of a sorority. So she can’t just stop going to them. They’re an obligation. And she joined with the intention of looking for friends (genuine friends. It was that fear of going-to-college-and-not-having-any-friends kind of thing).

Fine. I can cope. Its just parties. She can be careful. I need to trust her. I do trust her. I can’t be mad at her for this. I need to support her. This is her decision. She is a rational adult. Its fine. Its fine. Its fine.

“I drank too much last night.”

Ok well that’s kind of scary. I mean something could of happened. You never know who can be at these parties and you don’t know what other people’s intentions are and...

PARANOIA

Every time I got a text at 2 or 3 in the morning, I prayed to God that she would be alright. I constantly anticipated the time where things went too far. But they didn’t come. She was always looked after by friends. She was safe. There were a few times where boys were being inexcusable bags of shits and tried to get with her. Herself, as well as her friends, would shrug them off, saying how she was already taken and all that jazz. It was...refreshing to see this. I din’t know if this happened with the previous relationship, so this reassurance was a sigh of relief.

Then things get rocky. Not because of the parties (it was always rocky for me on the inside when it came to parties), but because some differences between us were starting to become a glaring problem that they needed to be addressed. We didn’t really know how to resolve these issues, so our relationship kind of became a stranded boat in the middle of the ocean. During this rocky period, girlfriend is becoming unsure if our relationship will last. And yea I guess we have our differences...

BUT I STAY WITH HER

I want things to work out. At this point, I’m having thoughts of marriage. And when it comes to issues, we’ve talked our way through things and we made things work. I wanted to apply that logic to this. Just like I always have. Just talk. Don’t speak out of emotion. Think rationally. You can do this.

“A lot of guys flirt with me, and sometimes I flirt back.”

No. No no no no. Do not start with this.

I express immediate dislike. Stop this at once. You cannot be doing this to me. We are suppose to be a team here. I get it. You’re confused. You’re unsure of our future. I’ll give you that. That’s why we need to work together. We need to figure this out like we always have. Ok? You were at a party? Ok, so I’m assuming intoxication, correct? Ok. Thought so. So alcohol played a factor in this. Ok. Alcohol does some messed up things inside people, so its possible that your actions are just the alcohol talking. Ok. I’ll give you that.

“I kissed a girl.”

Alcohol...is bad. Please. I’m really worried about this. This is getting worse. Why are you continuing down this road. You call right before my class starts to tell me this?

This was the first time I ever became upset at my significant other. With any of my significant others.

She profusely apologizes. Promise that it won’t happen again. Hey, remember my new rule? About zero tolerance for cheating? In my book, I’m pretty sure this falls into that category. So congratulations. You’ve given me a reason to break up with you on a giant silver platter. Look at it. It would be so easy to just say it. Say it and it’ll be over.

BUT I STAY WITH HER

At this point, I’m questioning myself. I’ve set this new rule for me, and I broke it. I broke my own rule. WHY. WHYWHYWHYWHYWHY? WHY do I do this to myself. Why do I continuously try to hold on to a relationship that is falling apart at the seems? Why does this happen to the good guy? Oh look. Party. Again, huh? Its always the fucking parties. I hate them. So...you were drunk and kissed a girl. You know what? Alcohol caught you again and played you for a puppet and you weren’t really doing it because you wanted to so I can understand.

4 hours ago. Today. 5/12/17 Writing this part at aprox. 2 AM.

“I made out. With the same girl a few nights ago.”

“I was there and she was invited and it just kind of happened.”

“I am so sorry. I’m such a shitty person.”

“Please forgive me”

You ever get that feeling when someone you thought cared about you suddenly does a 180 degrees? But also in a way, they are beginning to burn the bridge that closes the gap between you? This is happening to me right now. My fears are coming true. It is getting worse. I feel like this is spiraling out of control. I have no way of stopping this. It has been a constant upward battle of keeping faith in us as a pair and in keeping trust in her from doing things she knows she isn’t suppose to do.

At this point. She has gone above and beyond to give me a reason to break up with her. And you know what? I contemplated just that. You’re right. You have been treating me as something on the back burner. I feel like while you are confused as to how our relationship stands, you go out and do what you set your mind to and live life the way you want to live it and really not consider me in the picture. Because why not? I might not be in the picture soon anyway! So who gives a flying fuck? You might as well consider us broken up!

And yet...Something in me stops me from saying those sharp 5 words. A reason. A reason to stay together. A light at the end of the tunnel. The sun after a thunderstorm.

And I don’t know what it is. The things that’s holding me back is the thing that isn’t making its identity known.

CONFLICT. TORN.

WHY DON’T WE JUST KILL THIS ALREADY. SHE’S BASICALLY ASKING FOR IT AT THIS POINT

She’s a broken person. She needs to be given a chance to redeem herself.

YOU GAVE HER TOO MANY OF THOSE ALREADY. THIS IS JUST GOING TO GET WORSE.

Yea I’m afraid of that, but do you hear her voice? She’s trembling. She’s genuinely sorry for what she’s done. She wants to be forgiven.

YOU’RE TOO SOFT.

But don’t you agree?

I’M TRYING TO PROTECT YOU. LOOK AT WHAT’S HAPPENED BEFORE. THIS EXACT SAME SHIT HAPPENED YEARS AGO AND YOU STILL AREN’T 100%.

I’m trying, Ok?

I’M SICK AND TIRED OF PEOPLE STEPPING ALL OVER US BECAUSE YOU GIVE THEM TOO MUCH RESPECT. TOO MUCH COMFORT. TOO MUCH LOVE. TOO. MANY. CHANCES.

If I behave like that then we won’t have anybody now will we?!?

I’M JUST SICK OF IT!

You know what? Maybe I can’t say it. Maybe I can’t tell myself to say something that will end a relationship with her. I love her.

WHY THE HELL NOT? ITS EASY.

You know damn well that it isn’t easy.

LOOK. YOU’VE BEEN STEPPED ON BY SO MANY WOMEN IN YOUR LIFE AND YOU JUST LET IT SLIDE. WHY?

I’m just nice to them. I do everything I think is right. We’re a decent guy! So I don’t know. I don’t know and I ask myself that every day.

CAUSE YOU’RE SO GODDAMN NICE.

People like that about me.

RIIIGHT. AND YOU ALWAYS GIVE THEM YOUR EAR OR A HELPING HAND. THAT’S GREAT AND ALL. REAL PROUD OF YOU. BUT LOOK WHERE THAT GOT YOU.

I need to make a decision. I need to determine whether I’m going to destroy this or try to salvage it.

OH FOR THE LOVE OF...ITS SIMPLE!

Its not.

JUST SAY IT!

No.

WHY NOT?

Because. We can still make this work. I know we can

BULLSHIT.

We’ve done it before. We can get through this.

DON’T GIVE ME THAT CLICHE BULLSHIT. YOU KNOW THIS IS JUST GOING TO GET WORSE.

No it won’t.

WATCH. YOU’RE GONNA CHOOSE TO STAY TOGETHER AND THEN YOU WILL GET SHIT ON. BECAUSE ITS HAPPENED BEFORE. AND IT WILL HAPPEN AGAIN.

Stop it.

DON’T BELIEVE ME? TRY ME.

I won’t let you win.

YOU CAN’T FORCE ME AWAY.

Go away. I hate you. I hate this side of us.

GIVE IN.

No.

GIVE IIIIIIN.

Mm,

GIVE. IN.

“I think we need to stop.”

I said it. Those words came out of my mouth. And in this FaceTime call, I saw her face. And the color began to flush from her face.

Its frozen now....reconnecting...

Call dropped.

Nothing but the black screen of my iPad and the reflection of my face. Did she hear me? What is thinking now?

DOESN’T IT FEEL GOOD?

I feel terrible. I feel like I’ve committed a crime.

ITS OVER NOW.

No. I don’t want it to be over

GET USE TO IT.

What if she calls back?

SHE WO-

*Incoming Facetime*

The moment I saw her face, I took it all back. I profusely stated that I didn’t want that to happen. I didn’t want us to break up. I wanted us to be a pair. I wanted us to be partners. I wanted us to work this out. I didn’t want to lose her. I can’t lose her. I just can’t. She’s wasn’t confident in us before but she is going to try to be now, despite our differences. And I will do so likewise. With all my might> I will do the best that I can to improve and I will do whatever it takes. I love her.

So yes. I stayed with her. We are still together. We will work things out.

I don’t know why I’m doing this.

YOU DISAPPOINT ME.

Things will change. Just watch. We can get through this.

WHAT’S THE REASON YOU’RE STILL WITH HER? IT CAN’T BE ANYTHING MATERIAL AT THIS POINT.

I love her.

RIGHT. YOU “LOVE” PORN TOO. WANNA MARRY THAT?

...

YOU HAVEN’T BEEN GETTING MUCH LOVE FROM HER NOW. YOU’VE RESORTED BACK TO YOUR GOOD OL’ HABITS. SUCKS DOESN’T IT? BUT JUST THINK OF THAT IMMEDIATE GRATIFICATION. HEY! THAT GIRL IN YOUR 8 AM LECTURE. THE ONE WHO SITS IN THE THIRD ROW. SHE’S PRETTY CUTE ISN’T SHE? SHE SEEMS TO BE INTO YOU.

...That’s you talking. Nothing will ever come from that. Because we are with her.

IS THERE SOMETHING ABOUT HER? WHY? WHY STAY WITH SOMEONE WHO HAS TRAMPLED YOU OVER AND OVER AGAIN?

I already told you

...

YOU KNOW I ALREADY KNOW THE REASON. I’M JUST TRYING TO GET YOU TO SAY IT.

...

...I don’t want to be alone.

THEEERE YOU GO.

#personal #me #long post #hey so this is going real deep into my personal business #I just need to get this off of my chest while its still fresh #it might be depressing to some of you so read at your own risk #also my inner writer came out halfway into this #i like writing #im not looking for critique #just #getting it out of the way

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