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TBOSAS on Crack short take (36)
Lucky: Welcome back to the Lucky Flickerman show, everyone! I hope you all had a good weekend because I didn’t!😀
Mentors: You don’t say.😒
Lucky: And as you can see, we are joined once again by our beloved Mentors and their illustrious Dean, Mr. Casca Highbottom!
Casca: Where’s the dive bar, Lucky?
Lucky: Ask Jubilee-
Clemensia: Can we skip to the questions already? I need to find food for my Tribute- I mean, cat.
Coryo: Yeah. Same. It’s almost lunch time, and I too need to feed my singing rainbow cat.
Lucky: You have a singing rainbow colored cat?!
Coryo: Yup! My cat is very talented. However, she’s always hungry.
Sejanus: Mine too! But sadly, my cat ignores me.😢
Coryo: I think your cat just hates you, Babe.
Festus: Mine just wants to eat premium tuna. She didn’t even used my cheesecake coupons.☹️
Persephone: At least your cat is normal. Mine is busy being an annoying little gremlin.
Felix: True. But my cat-
Casca: When did all of you get a cat?! And how the f*ck can you afford a cat, Crassus Snow?! You’re broke and poor!
Coryo: Sir, to be fair, you’re the one who assigned us these cats.
Casca: Then why don’t I have one?!
Coryo: Becuase you can’t even take care of yourself-
Casca: How dare you mock me on LIVE TV, Crassus!
Coryo: It’s Coriolanus!
Casca: My Crassus, my love, how dare you!😭
Sejanus: Excuse me?! Coryo is mine! Not yours!
Casca: He was mine first, you boyfriend stealing rebel!
Clemensia: Sir, you can’t say that word-
Casca: Rebel!
Vipsania: *gasps* He said it again!
Lucky: Please settle down.😞
Casca: Never-
Felix: Sir, I’ll call the President on you if you don’t sit down right now.
Casca: Ughhh! Fine! You win today, Plinth!
Sejanus: I always win.
Coryo: Thanks, Babe.
Sejanus: Anything for you, my love, my Snow Angel, my-
Lucky: Felix! Our dearest Felix, I have an important question just for you.
Felix: Ask away?
Lucky: How did your granduncle react when your class performed a banned song in front of your Tributes, and on LIVE TV?
Felix: Not gonna lie, he was pretty impressed.
Androcles: Pretty impressed?! He freaking doubled your allowance, Class Pres!
Dennis: See! I wasn’t wrong. I knew singing a Cascada song would someday make us famous!
Androcles: True. I don’t even need to steal the President’s wallet again-
Coryo: Next question please.
Lucky: Ok. Sejanus! Sejanus Plinth, are you selling your pie recipes by any chance?
Sejanus: Sadly, I can’t. My Ma would cry me a river if I did.
Lucky: That’s too bad.☹️
Sejanus: But if you really want something worthwhile to share, I have these cute exclusive photos of my boyfriend sleeping!
Coryo: What?! Where did you even get those?!
Hilarius: I sold them to Plinth for a very good price. Besides, isn’t it better for Sejanus to have them?
Coryo: Why?!
Hilarius: Well, it’s either your boyfriend or my very creepy father drooling all over them-
Coryo: What the heck, Heavensbee!
Casca: Can I have one?
Lysistrata: Next question please!
Lucky: Fine. This next question is for all of you-
Livia: Just spit it out, Weather Boy!🙄💅
Lucky: Oh, here’s a good one! What are your biggest fears?😀
Livia: That’s so easy. Banning the color pink forever will give me an instant heart attack.
Lucky: That’s it?
Livia: And also becoming poor and broke as Snow.
Coryo: I heard that!
Felix: To be honest, I would rather be poor than attend another ✨Ravinstill Family Reunion✨.
Lucky: Really?! But your family reunions are always the talk of the city-
Felix: No offense to my family, but every time we meet, somebody always ends up dead for no reason at all.
Lucky: Dead?!
Felix: Yup. Last year, I even attended four separate funerals as a stand in for my crazy granduncle.
Sejanus: Wow. That’s kinda harsh, Class Pres. Mine’s just having to breakup with my gorgeous boyfriend because of Dean Highbottom.
Coryo: Yeah. And mine’s just dying from starvation.
Felix: And don’t forget the fear of being surrounded by weird annoying birds.
Coryo: That too.
Androcles: Right. Well, my biggest fear is just having to give up everything I stole from the authorities. Like this expensive wristwatch I stole from the President last week.
Festus: Not gonna lie, becoming an Avox is my biggest fear. How can I live without tasting anything ever again?!
Dennis: Closing the Capitol Black Market is my only fear, but don’t ask why.
Lysistrata: Getting myself banned from my own family’s pharmacy gives me chills.
Florus: Outdoor camping alone will give me irreversible trauma.
Palmyra: Forever banning me from cooking and baking will give me severe aneurysm.
Persephone: Being forced to eat another human- Nevermind. You don’t really want to know.
Vipsania: Banning me from the gym.
Urban: Failing my calculus class.
Io: Accidentally creating a nuclear bomb in my bathroom.
Juno: Being disowned by my esteemed family for spilling tea.
Gaius: Losing a limb, I guess?
Iphigenia: Getting arrested by my own father for illegally giving away food for the needy.
Domitia: Selling my favorite cow to save my family’s baby duck farm.
Arachne: Seeing Festus Creed getting crowned as the official ✨Sandwich Queen of Panem✨.
Apollo: Having to face and fight my paralysis demon every night.
Diana: Accidentally burning my expensive Care Bear collection.
Pup: Working in the military, without sleep, and under my father’s command.
Clemensia: Losing my special title as the only “normal” student of this class.
Hilarius: Ending up like my creepy father and receiving countless restraining orders from Coryo, Felix, and the government until my last breath.
Lucky:. . .
Audience:. . .
Felix: What the heck, Hilari!
Casca: We don’t really need to hear that again, Mr. Heavensbee. And as for the rest of you, you’ll be receiving one demerit from me.☺️
Festus: Why?! We didn’t even-
Casca: Because I can and I will!😠
#tbosas#crack post#coriolanus snow#president snow#bosas#hunger games#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#ballad of songbirds and snakes#lucy gray baird#sejanus plinth#the hunger games#suzanne collins#thg#thg fic#thg fandom#snowplinth#dean highbottom#casca highbottom#lucky flickerman#festus creed#hilarius heavensbee#felix ravinstill#lysistrata vickers#crassus snow#coriolanus x sejanus#thg incorrect quotes#tbosas incorrect quotes#snowjanus#crack
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@ no one else can make my heart swoon like you do ! — random relationship headcanons
chars. xiao, hu tao x gn! reader (separated)
warnings. no beta we die like my old classroom’s air conditioner when it’s in the middle of fucking summer, lowercase intended, kinda angsty in xiao’s part if you squint hard enough
a/n: the title is a lyric from every time around by vansire. also new format yaya
#! xiao
now, how did you even managed to date him in the first place, i do not know. no one knows. not even him.
if i’m being honest it’s near impossible for him to ever date anyone.
due to him being afraid that his karmic debt will transfer to other people, so he stays away from them as much as possible.
so unless you’re someone who’s associated with the adepti or work at wangshu inn, you’re quite unlikely to ever meet him.
in the start of the relationship, he will be quite distant, he acts like nothing more than a friend to you, if you know what i mean. (i mean this is expected coming from a xiao)
others around you probably wouldn’t ever know that you both were dating especially if you’re not the touchy type. unless you tell them yourself about it, that is.
if you were to initiate any type of affection with him, especially by surprise, he will jump. like a cat.
he won’t reciprocate the affection, but he won’t let go or try to stop you either. he’ll just be.. very tense.
he appreciates and enjoys them. he simply isn’t used to getting and giving affections.
further into the relationship, he will be the one to initiate affections first more.
well, i mean, not really. but he will be the one (shyly) asking you for a kiss/hug etc.
he’ll still be relying on you to be the one who will initiate a kiss or hug him first.
the moments where he is the one to actually initiate them first are very very rare.
and that rare moments are always when you’re asleep (booooo)
due to xiao having a touch-starved nature, you would often find him seeking for your affections and comfort. or at least, presence.
he won’t be able to be your side much, thanks to his yaksha duties. so when he is by your side, he would bask in your presence as much as he can, even though he won’t be direct about it.
xiao is clingy, much more than what he allows others (including you) to see.
#! hu tao
would probably give you the “buy one coffin get one coffin free” coupon for your first date anniversary.
since there are no people who has taken up on that offer hu tao probably still has a lot of the coupons stored so she decided to just give one to you.
well at least you got a gift, right?
naturally, as her s/o, you would often get dragged onto.. her business.
no you’re not gonna get asked to talk with the death or something.
it’s mostly just people begging you to stop hu tao on keeping on bothering others with her coffins sale offers.
not like you’re gonna be able to anyway.
during her free time, hu tao likes to make poetries about you.
they somehow always end up with stuffs related to death, coffins, ghosts, and funerals.
not in a bad way, no. it’s like, she, for some reason, somehow, compared and related sweet and adorable things you both did with coffins and ghosts.
i can’t give you an example i’m bad at poetry.
if you’re scared of ghosts, hu tao will definitely pull pranks on you like how she likes to prank xiangling. especially if you’re easy to scare off.
this often results to you and xiangling planning revenge pranks on her together.
hu tao’s favorite pick-up lines are, as you guessed, the ones related to.. well, her job.
disagree with me if you want, but i can definitely see her doing excessive poses when saying pick-up lines.
you know the “konnichiwa beauty-chan, kimi and watashi. tonight. *wink*” meme? yeah. yeah that’s her, but make her say a death and coffins related pick-up line
the way hu tao expresses things may be a little odd, but she’s a sweet and caring girlfriend.
*all the arts used here are official arts from hoyoverse, unless stated otherwise.
#🪁.archives#genshin x reader#xiao x reader#hu tao x reader#genshin#genshin impact#i’m gonna sleep now
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Domestic fluff - Ruhn and Lidia with literally anything (but potentially a spa day in which he spoils her rotten because she deserves it)
I love you so much. Enjoy!
Warning: nsfw
"Don't look."
"How can I look when your hands are covering my eyes?"
"Don't be a smartass."
"Are you smoking right now? What, do you just have a cigarette hanging out of your mouth while your hands are blinding me?"
"You're talking a lot for someone who is about to be pleasantly surprised."
"Just...!"
Lidia took Ruhn's wrists in her hands and yanked them down, only to come face to face with a sign that read, Crescent City Day Spa.
She blinked a few times before turning to meet Ruhn's grin. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and blew a puff of smoke into the cool, spring air.
"Surprise," he said, simply.
"A spa?"
"A spa," he confirmed. "You've been so uptight lately that I figured you could use a day to unwind."
Lidia crossed her arms and shifted her weight on her heels. "Uptight?"
Ruhn groaned. "Don't take something nice and turn it into a fight. I'm going, too. It's a couple's thing. Bryce had a coupon."
"Bryce had a coupon?" Lidia said, throwing her hands in the air. "Well, fuck, Ruhn, let's just-.'
Before she could say anything else, Ruhn pulled her towards him by her waist and kissed her, slowly. He kissed her until the hateful words faded from her mouth, and when he backed away, he said, "We are going to have a good day. You are going to relax, and by the time we leave here, we're going to be in fucking nirvana. You hear me?"
Lidia laughed quietly as she slowly shook her head. "Yeah. Yes. Alright."
"Alright," he said, and took one last draw of his cigarette before putting it out, taking her hand, and walking inside with her.
The spa was ethereal. Ruhn had never seen anything like it, although the closest he had come to meditating was the backroom of a bar, when he was so drunk that he couldn't see straight as a loose woman straddled him without any expectations.
This was something else entirely. Quiet music played in the background while a waterfall fell into a pool in the far corner. The entire building was painted in whites and light grays, and not a soul was speaking.
The woman behind the desk smiled. In nothing more than a whisper, she asked, "Name?"
"Ruhn," Ruhn said, quietly, then added, "Danaan."
The receptionist looked down at her list for a moment before smiling. "Ah, Mr. Danaan. Very well. If your guest would come with me, I will be right back to help you find your room."
Lidia gave him a suggestive look before following the receptionist into a far room and disappearing from his sight.
Ruhn felt even more awkward in the building once he was left alone. He was afraid to touch anything, worried that if he did he would either leave a smudge on it or break it entirely.
He was only left alone for a moment before the secretary returned and gestured for Ruhn to follow her. He did as he was told, cringing by the volume of his boots against the tile.
He was led into a room with a table covered with a white sheet and a robe sprawled out across it.
"You can set your clothes on the counter and lay on the table, sheet up to your waist. You and your partner will have your separate massages then you'll meet in the pool for a soak, alone."
Ruhn thanked her before she left. Once he was naked, he laid on the table on his stomach and covered himself with the sheet, just as a knock came to his door.
An elderly woman came in, but she ended up having the most majestic hands Ruhn had ever had laid on him. She worked the knots out of his body and nearly put him to sleep. At one point, he swore he moaned, but she didn't seem to mind.
An hour later, the woman was handing him a robe and said goodbye in a language that Ruhn didn't understand, although he nodded along like he knew perfectly well.
After tossing on his robe, he popped his head out of his door, feeling fully renewed. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so relaxed. He hoped Lidia's massage had been just as effective.
Before the nice elderly woman departed, she said something about pool and door on left. Not wanting to ask anyone for clarification, Ruhn made his way down the hall until he found a door with a board that had his name written on it. Danaan, 2.
He pushed it open and walked inside.
He was greeted with a little hot tub, jets on full blast, the doors on the opposite end of the room open and letting in the cool afternoon breeze. Lidia was already there, lying with her head back, only sitting up straight when Ruhn entered the room and shut the door behind him.
She smiled, eyes glazed and looking perfectly relaxed. "Took you long enough."
"I think a goddess massaged me," Ruhn muttered, walking towards the edge of the tub. "A beautiful, ancient goddess."
Lidia laughed, the sound sweet in the quiet room. "Mine was pretty good, too. I was a little weary at first, but this has been nice."
Ruhn smiled and began untying his robe. It wasn't until he had it removed and was turning to hang it on the hook that Lidia's soft laughter bubbled out behind him.
When he turned, she was sitting up tall and he could see the straps of her swimsuit. "Didn't feel like getting dressed?"
Ruhn glanced down at his naked body before looking back up at his girlfriend. "Was I supposed to?"
Lidia nodded, eyes grazing down his body. "They were in our rooms. At least mine was."
Ruhn huffed, stepping into the tub, anyway. "I could hardly understand the lady that massaged me. The suit was probably in her instructions somewhere."
Lidia hummed as he disappeared beneath the water, up to his waist. "Don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining."
"No?" Ruhn crooned, sitting beside her and pulling her onto his lap. Lidia shook her head, nose grazing his as she did so.
"Absolutely not," she muttered, kissing him softly, slowly. "Any chance I get to see your beautiful dick is a gift in itself."
"Beautiful and dick aren't usually two words that go together," Ruhn mumbled against her mouth.
Lidia laughed and kissed him again. "Thank you for doing this for me. I...needed it."
Ruhn knew how hard it was for her to say those words. She didn't often admit what she needed, or that she needed anything at all. With anyone else, Lidia had a hard, rough exterior that others found off-putting, but not Ruhn. Ruhn admired it, admired her demeanor, and loved the fact that she melted around him.
"You're welcome," he said, quietly, and ran his hands up her sides. "You know, I feel like it's not fair, me being nude and you being clothed."
Lidia lifted a brow. "Have you seen this thing? I'm not sure it qualifies as being clothed."
Ruhn chuckled, untying the back of her swimsuit top. "I beg to differ."
"And if somebody walks in?" Lidia asked, running her arms up his inked chest and around his neck.
"Then they'll get a hell of a show," Ruhn said, throwing the scrap of wet fabric aside and palming her breasts.
Lidia laughed as she slid her tongue between his lips. his hands slid from her breasts and around to her back, where he cupped her ass and thrust his hips up into her, teasingly.
Lidia pulled back. "How many babies do you think were made in this hot tub?"
Ruhn's hands froze as his head fell back. "Well, that ruined it."
"Oh, please," Lidia said, laughing quietly. "You know it's true. This is the couple's room. I'm sure it's seen plenty of action."
"That's nasty," Ruhn said. "And unsanitary."
Lidia rolled her eyes. "You act like you've never fucked in a public place. How many places have you fucked where someone has already fucked? Every hotel room, for starters. You-."
"Okay, alright," Ruhn said, unable to stop himself from smiling as he shook his head. "I'm a whore, I get it."
"You're my whore," she said, reaching between them to move aside her bottoms. With her other hand, she adjusted him until they were perfectly aligned. With a gasp, she slid onto his hardened length.
"How romantic," he muttered, watching her face as it twisted with pleasure and ecstasy.
"We are romantic," she breathed, rocking her hips, just slightly. "Filthy, and utterly romantic."
Ruhn chuckled as she kissed him, and he pulled her body as close to him as she could possibly get, which still wasn't close enough. It would never be close enough.
Filthy and romantic.
It was just the way he liked it.
#ruhn#lidia#ruhnlidia#lidia x ruhn#ruhn x lidia#crescent city#cc#hoeab#cc hoeab#fanfic#fanfiction#oneshot#tara answers promps
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This is a coupon to ramble about your favorite character or oc as much as you want use it whenever
-gasp- The first ask and best ask I've gotten!
Okay, buckle up, because Hunter <333
(Open at your own risk-- I'm serious, it's LONG)
From a meta perspective, I just so appreciate the way his trauma has been handled thus far. I think there's so much to delve into and it's so relatable to different kinds of traumatic experiences and it's just... really accurate, and handled well, and I appreciate that so, so much. There's religious trauma aspects, power abuse, and familial trauma. You can definitely interpret him as experiencing other forms of neglect/abuse as well. And the main focus in-story is the psychological abuse he experiences, mental and emotional, and how messed up that is and how much it affects him. And that's something that's overlooked a lot, I think- how non-physical forms of abuse can be so, so damaging and harmful. (And DO NOT get me started on the fact that he's the YOUNGEST GUARD EVER because ig employee abuse wasn't working, so Belos was like what about CHILD ABUSE. What about taking advantage of the basic instinct of people to TRUST AND OBEY PARENTAL FIGURES?? And then he isolated Hunter so he couldn't go through the developmental phase of having a peer group and discovering his own identity?? I HATE HIM)
Speaking of trauma, his panic attacks? The way they were both handled, both in how they were shown on-screen and the way other characters handled them (Eda making sure not to crowd Luz and Hunter & Gus teaching Hunter deep breathing my beloveds <33) is just. really good?? Zeno Robinson's voice acting in both scenes (and in general) is literally so incredible, I hope one day to have but a portion of the skill he's cultivated.
Anyways, apart from the trauma part, he's just such a sweet and fun character. He's sassy and sarcastic and his Golden Guard vibe is just, perfection, and whenever he's on-screen as GG I know I'm gonna laugh and have a good time even when I'm rooting against him. He seriously has some of the best, most quotable lines in the show, and I quote several of them daily.
He's such a lil nerd, too. We know he likes reading, and he can ramble off relevant information on just about anything he runs into. I can't help but wonder if his part of his ease at talking to Flapjack in Hunting Palismen is because he's used to talking out loud to himself when no one's interested/he needs to think something through.
Similarly, he's really intelligent. Not just book-smart, but he's incredibly observant (notices when Eda & Luz were standing in a dangerous plant, picks up on the fact Luz won't shoot him, etc.) He's clever and resourceful, too, as well as physically capable. Honestly, he's just good at his job, and you gotta admire the hard work and dedication that took. Even if his job is, you know, helping Belos.
He obviously deeply cares about his uncle (and "the greater good," as he puts it), but Belos uses that to manipulate him. He definitely hurts people as the Golden Guard, and he says in Labyrinth Runners that it's because he thought he was doing good things for a good person, but it turns out neither of those was true. So to an extent, he thought he was doing good even when doing things he was uncomfortable with (read: giving Belos Palismen). He also threatens Luz and Eda in Separate Tides, but honestly I think he was bluffing? That doesn't make it a good thing, obviously, but I really do not think he would've killed them in cold blood like that, he was being The Golden Guard(TM).
Speaking of, his personality seems to shift quite a bit from The Golden Guard(TM) to Hunter, which makes me think that a lot of that confidence he exudes is a mindset that comes along with being the GG. Like, he puts on the mask and gets the staff and is like "Yeah, I can do this, I'm the Golden Guard. I'm the emperor's right hand man, I've got power and recognition, I'm freaking AWESOME" and that's how he carries himself. But I don't think that's always how he feels, especially when we see that any real confidence in himself comes directly from Belos' validation, such as in Eclipse Lake when he has a complete breakdown at the thought of failing and losing his Golden Guard title and Belos' approval. (Belos definitely made him think like that on purpose and takes advantage of it and I hate him for it so much.) Also, I think Hollow Mind showed pretty clearly that the only thing Hunter has full confidence in is Belos, which is why the reveal that he's actually just a little bitch was so world shattering to him, because that is literally the foundation of his worldview and what he'd lived his whole life on. (-cough-religious trauma-cough-)
It's also interesting (and sad) to note that even though when he's The Golden Guard(TM) he's all confident and snarky, outside of that persona he's not even confident in being the Golden Guard. I mean, Darius, who Hunter does not seem close to at all, makes one snide comment about how he doesn't deserve to be the GG and his entire attitude crumbles and he asks how he can prove himself. From this random coven head who's being a jerk and isn't even Belos! He immediately transforms into a kid who needs to justify his existence! Darius didn't even sound serious, he was just making something up, but Hunter clings to the mission like a lifeline! He just wants to feel like he deserves to exist, dammit!!
Honestly, throughout all of Any Sport in a Storm there are a lot of things about how he thinks you can pick up about him from implications, too! While it's played for comedy, his complete and total confidence in his approaches absolutely reeks of someone who has literally never been exposed to the outside world. Which makes Darius' line about making connections outside the castle hit even harder, because not only has he not interacted with people his age before, but he hasn't interacted with anyone not under Belos' thumb without being, you know, The Golden Guard(TM) and trying to defeat them. (Except Luz in Hunting Palismen, which just makes that episode so much more interesting.) Anyways, he very confidently and casually talks about the Emperor's Coven, and how it's obviously the Best, and how 6AM is a very late hour to wake up, etc. (-cough-abused kid who doesn't realize it vibes-cough-). But when presented with one (1) person who thinks the coven system is stupid, actually, he literally freaks out. I mean, he KNOWS wild witches are a thing, but those are evil and dangerous and of course they'd say insane things like that (i.e. he demonizes them and thus wouldn't listen to anything they said). But this kid, this is a normal person, who just. DISAGREES with Belos? WHAT? He doesn't even know where to start processing that, because he has never been exposed to it. And the way he so casually brings up the training and literally has NO idea that people would consider that cruel or harsh says something about his cluelessness about the world, but ALSO how he doesn't consider that anything he's gone through could be bad. He doesn't even go after the other Emerald Entrails until remembering their Palismen will be killed, because that IS something he considers bad (because Flapjack, and I LOVE his relationship with Flapjack-). And that's probably a mindset that applies to a lot more than just coven training.
He also has his whole powerless-witch insecurity, which is why I think being The Golden Guard(TM) and having people obey/respect him is probably great for his self-esteem. Kind of like it lets him set aside that insecurity and feel important/worth something. That could also explains his attachment to Belos' staff in Hunting Palismen; I think it's a bit more than the basic utility of it and the fact it's from Belos, I think it's also because when he has it he feels like he's basically a "full witch" since he can use magic. (And like, I know he probably doesn't think of it this way because magic is just a Necessity, but he did JUST fine without it the whole episode. He's resourceful and skilled as hell, he literally does not need magic to do things.) The whole Golden-Guard-means-power may be part of his fear in Eclipse Lake, too, that not only will he lose the approval of Belos (and therefore his self-worth) but he'll also lose the only thing that makes him more than "half a witch."
Speaking of which, I am in LOVE with the moment in Hollow Mind where once he's alone with Luz he whips out Flapjack. Because he's not as attached to the Emperor's staff- it's not his go-to anymore. Flapjack has come to mean so much to him and so as soon as he can use him he does. Flapjack is such a huge figure in his life, too. Their whole strangers to friends arc is simply to DIE for, it is literally so sweet and shows so many great aspects of Hunter's character. He believes Belos, that Palismen are made from wild magic and dangerous. More than that, Belos needs them to help with his "curse," and Hunter will do anything for Belos. He seems pretty uncomfortable with killing Palisman, but -Gothel voice- Belos knows best, so he probably just pushes that feeling aside. They're dangerous anyway, right? They're not sentient or anything, and Belos needs them...
Then enters Flapjack, who by the way was introduced as wanting to escape/be free, and then proceeded to follow Hunter around after he expressed his own wish for freedom from expectations and to choose his own path in life. Hunter is immediately like "NO. Wild magic BAD" but with Luz's help he seems to calm down a little. He still thinks Flapjack is dangerous, but at least not going to attack him. Then, after being shown genuine kindness/unconditional trust by Luz for possibly the first time in his life, he turns around and fights Kikimora, NOT knowing at first that she didn't know who he was, and then watches Luz fly away with the Palismen he was sent to collect. The FIRST thing he did in this episode was use his staff to teleport back onto the ship from super far waway, but he can't even try to follow her now? With the staff in hand?? No, he abandoned the mission on purpose, probably out of appreciation for Luz and his own doubts about how moral the mission really was. Need I remind you how much he cares about Belos?? He researches wild magic while thinking it could curse/kill him because he wants to cure his uncle. He isn't just going to abandon a mission and risk not only Belos' disapproval but also his wellbeing for NO REASON. (This makes Eclipse Lake sadder btw, if you think about how he intentionally failed his last mission and now he's ended up so desperate.)
Anyways, Flapjack goes back and is immediately like "I'm gonna go find that kid again, he seemed pretty cool." So he finds the castle (which couldn't have been easy; he's so dedicated <3), and Hunter (who was probably just chewed out for failing) grabs him because Palisman! That's what I'm supposed to get! But he squeezes him too hard, and Flapjack squeaks in pain. Hunter immediately loosens his grip and apologizes, then remembers why Belos wants the Palismen. His eagerness disappears and he warns Flapjack that it's dangerous to stay. And then Flapjack turns into a staff for him. It seems like Flapjack was sure that Hunter was a good person, and that last bit of kindness he revealed his staff form. Hunter is shown to be pretty selfless here, and really uncomfortable with the whole Palismen consuming thing.
In Palismen Observations, it's implied that Hunter had been feeding/watching Flapjack since the beginning. He's such a nerd, I love him ;-; He probably isn't sure how Palismen work (I sincerely doubt that Belos is upfront with that information) so he starts studying one on his own. Hunter is a curious lil NERD and he deserves all the happiness.
Anyways, in Eclipse Lake he's not super attached to Flapjack, but he doesn't seem too minded by his presence either. He even hits him with the "Go find a better witch to be with :(" after his breakdown, so if Flapjack didn't know he was Not Okay before he does now. And through the whole thing, Flapjack sticks with him and even jumps in the way to protect him from King and helps him get the key. It's only after that, when Hunter's a bit calmer, that he seems to really appreciate how much Flapjack's done for him. He finally accepts the Palisman bond, and Achievement Unlocked: Communication!
But that's not the end of it! In Palismen Observations you can see that Hunter's still holding onto that belief that Flapjack is dangerous. Yes, he's done nothing but be nice so far, BUT he's OBVIOUSLY finding something. After all, Palismen are made of wild magic and wild magic is dangerous. He know he asks around to find out what a flapjack is, so he was obviously actively looking for information. He asks Flapjack about his previous owner/life (and doesn't get much, but y'know). And he watches Flapjack and keeps track of all the things he likes doing (for research obviously!! I'm sure he doesn't actually care about him or anything).
But he must find out how to reconcile Evil Palisman with Best Birb, so he devises an experiment >:3 (because he's an adorable lil NERD). Instead of feeding Flapjack his usual food (still not over the fact he'd been feeding him this whole time T-T) he'll give him BAD food, and then Flapjack will TOTALLY show his dark side. (Which can be seen as him failing to give Flapjack what he wants and therefore incurring a rage-induced punishment, which kindaaa sounds like Belos's relationship to Hunter idk- I might be reading too much into that but yeah...) So he conducts his experience and finds... that Flapjack is just a lil sweetheard who shares his food anyway T-T And you can HEAR the guilt in Hunter's voice as he realizes that of course Flapjack wouldn't freak out at him, he's Flapjack. So he stops his research, because he has his answer. (Heehee, nerd <33)
From then on he's shown to be super close with Flapjack. Like, they're never seen apart. And in Hollow Mind and Any Sport in a Storm, he uses Flapjack when possible instead of Belos' staff. And, in Any Sport in a Storm, we see him with Flapjack the entire time, doing his usual planning-out-loud-to-the-bird thing (which I love. baby.) Flapjack is even in the picture of the Emerald Entrails where Hunter's smiling! And again, Hunter didn't go after his teammates because he was worried about the harsh training they'd go through, he goes after them after Steve points out that their Palismen will be taken from them. Because Flapjack is someone he cares deeply about, and it's only when Hunter can relate their situation to Flapjack being in danger that he realizes that it's messed up.
Speaking of, this is where Darius really enters the picture! And I really like how he pushed Hunter's arc, even if it may not have been entirely intentional (and he definitely didn't have a good attitude about it). I particularly like when Hunter takes the cape and asks if he deserves it now, if he's worthy enough, and Darius just asks if he thinks he is. It may have been just a snide remark meant to make him feel insecure, but it still pushes Hunter to think, and in a really good way. Because his whole life, all of his opinions and feelings and even thoughts have been dictated by an adult above him. He asks Darius if he's worthy now because he needs someone to tell him he is, because that's what decides if he is. And Darius basically says "what do you think?" And he does think, and he realizes that he, Hunter, doesn't actually want to take people against their will (and definitely not Palismen-).
Not only does he realize that, and come to his own conclusions without being told what to do, but not only he puts himself in danger (going against a coven head who's probably going to tell Belos) but he goes against everything that Belos had ever drilled into his head. He also doesn't even try to hide Flapjack in that scene, which is probably just him not thinking about it in his panic to stop Darius, but I think it also demonstrates how much he needs Flapjack there. Because he feels guilty, and he's upset, so of course Flapjack would be there because Flapjack is his comfort and support. (The fear on his face when Darius mentions Belos finding out hurts me deep within my soul ;-;)
Then the other Emerald Entrails get away, and Darius gets mad. And Hunter tenses up, fully expecting to get hit (T-T), not even trying to defend himself or justify it, but instead of a punishment, he gets affirmation. A bit of positive physical touch, which he might've been too in shock to process, and Darius telling him that he was wrong and Hunter is actually good. Not good because he succeeded, or useful, or obedient, but because he made the right decision by himself. And Darius gives him a scroll and gets him to make an account so he can interact with other kids his age, and then promises to keep both the incident and Flapjack a secret. Which is a positive response to him making his own moral decision (definitely NOT what he got last time he tried that, in Hunting Palismen) and like. YESSSSSS <33 Encourage that, Darius <3
And at the end of Hollow Mind and throughout Labyrinth Runners we can see how close they've become <3 (Hunter absolutely processed the events of Hollow Mind & his subsequent Grimwalker research by talking it through with Flapjack and Flapjack was his only source of comfort and it's only thing that got Hunter through all of that and you CANNOT and WILL NOT be changing my mind-)
Then there's Hollow Mind and Labyrinth Runners, which are whole OTHER things that are SO GOOD AND INTERESTING and I love SO MUCH but that's just... wayyy too much for this post haha (Just know I would die for his & Luz's sibling energy and his & Gus's friendship)
Anyways, I'll stop now, TL;DR: Hunter <;33
#anon i'm in love with you /platonic#i meant to answer this like two days ago and i literally just Forgot#I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT HIM I LOVE HIM#i have sm more to say but i have to stop somewhere#he parallels like every other character there is SO MUCH#and i didn't even delve into headcanons much#i also probably forgot a bunch of moments/implications too#or misremembered them. hopefully not that one D:#this is over 3k words T-T#someone talk to me about hunter challenge#the owl house#toh spoilers#the owl house spoilers#hunter the golden guard#long post#VERY long post#i'm so sorry. (but no i'm not)#kay's asks#anon asks
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Welcome to ravens borough episode 13
Somewhere in the unheard of town of Raven's Borough…
The contents of this story are nsfw therefore not for children
The rain fell over the road as sparks shot out from under the barreling el camino, the echoes of it scraping against the road as its infante roll came to a stop.
Three weeks earlier April first 2016
Rob awoke to the smell of bacon.
"Well then. The birth month's off to a good start." Rob said getting out of bed and looking towards the kitchen to see Eva wearing red thigh highs with black stripes around the top and black heels and toes, short shorts, a red t-shirt and an apron that said 'here's the deal buddy as long as it's not a monday or there's a blue moon in the sky I cook about as good as I look but pancakes are my specialty'. As he could see the faint outline of a newspaper being read
"That's new." Rob said.
"Well unfortunately we have a visitor so I can't get rid of half of what I'm wearing." Eva said putting a few pancakes with bacon inside the. onto a plate next to two identical stacks of bacon pancakes.
"I've seen worse" Ameila said turning the page on the newspaper
"Yes but as much as I like showing off my moves, a few things are for his eyes only." Eva said, placing a plate in front of Ameila.
"Well at least your better than katie" Ameila said turning the newspaper again
"Fair, whatcha doing here anyway?" Rob asked, sitting at the table as Eva placed a plate of bacon pancakes in front of him.
"Happy early birthday dick head" Ameila said
"You're a whole month early but I appreciate it." Rob said as Eva sat in front of him with the last plate of pancakes already digging in.
"Eh you know i always bail on important days" Ameila said
"Alright why are you paying ten bucks a month for this boring ass paper… don't even have fuckin coupons in em" Ameila said tossing the paper. Revealing her new hairstyle which was tied up in a ponytail.
"We don't have a newspaper subscription, we have Netflix. I actually forgot why they keep getting delivered." Rob said putting syrup on his pancakes before cutting down the entire stack and eating a bite of each pancake.
"I see you stuck with the ponytail." Eva said.
"Ava said it made me look more mature" Ameila said taking her finger through her hair
"It does. Though you can achieve the same effect with a few other hair styles." Rob said.
"My hair is fine as is." Eva said with her signature short bob.
"Change is good every now and then.. " Ameila said
"True, that's why my usual outfit is not exactly the same anymore." Rob said.
"Wouldn't hurt to grow out your hair like Ava's is.. sure we won't be able to tell you apart from a distance but that's just us being bad pa" Ameila said
"And that's precisely why I'm keeping it as is." Eva said.
"Good idea wouldn't want us dipshits getting confused over who's who" Ameila said
"Exactly." Eva said as Rob was halfway done with his pancakes while Eva had eaten two whole pancakes
"Starting to think you two are either lying about being related or were separated at birth because you look almost identical" Ameila said comparing Eva to a photo of ava she carried with her
"It's possible, I never really knew my father so." Eva said.
"I mean i tried to abandon my family Sooo.. I can't exactly talk" Ameila said
"He died when I was young, mom remarried when I was like, seven." Eva said.
"I don't think you two are related. Because Ava looks like her mother who is also a white haired demon" Ameila
"Exactly, my white hair is definitely from my father, my moms a red head." Eva said.
"Yeah, we just have a weird resemblance and similar names." Eva said.
"Yeah it's almost like some outer force was inspired by Ava's design" Ameila said
"Oi, quit trying to break walls." Eva said.
"I ain't breaking no walls see" Ameila said gesturing to the perfectly intact walls
"But my parents have always been together I was conceived at an age younger than you'd expect.. and since then they've always been married actually I think me and lizzy's conception was the reason they got married so young" Ameila said
"Yeah that makes sense." Rob said.
"Married at seventeen imagine that" Ameila said
"Oh wow, that is young goddamn." Eva said, having emptied her plate.
"Yeah those where different times so it probably wasn't as weird back then as our pussy generation makes it today" Ameila said looking down from the window to make sure her chevelle was still there
"Ah.. i should probably go to the car wash after this" Ameila said looking at the car which appeared to have been driven down a dirt road a few times
"Probably." Rob said.
"Alright you too I'ma head off.. you two have fun now" Ameila said, grabbing the pancakes and heading out.
"Alright, see you later!" Rob and Eva said.
The tvs channel switched to black. As a cartoon version of Ameila popped up In Front of it waving to Rob as the words help wanted appeared under her. 'lucy's outlaw steakhouse needs a night time maintenance worker to work the nightshift twelve to seven. To apply call the number below'
"I don't even remember turning that in." Eva said.
"That place needs to burn at this point, hella creepy." Rob said.
"Well, I certainly can think of a way to move past the creepy." Eva said standing up and stretching before removing her apron.
"Oh do tell." Rob said as Eva dropped her shorts and took off her shirt revealing her body, with a medium amount of pubic hair.
"Oh I see. Well then, let's go put the new mattress to use." Rob said walking over to Eva, gripping her hips and lifting her as she wrapped her arms and legs around him.
"Mmm, it was soft to sleep on… let's see how good it feels to be pinned against." Eva said kissing Rob all the way to the bedroom and to the bed kissing him until he falls back onto the bed.
"You're mine now. I am gonna make sure whoever we meet knows it." Eva said quickly kissing Rob's neck, biting it hard enough to leave a mark causing the man to moan.
"As long as I can return the favor later." Rob said as Eva shifted her spot to remove Rob's boxers revealing his hard cock which Eva quickly pressed her wet pussy against, grinding along all six inches until precum came out of his cock then taking it deep.
"Fuck… you're so tight… so soft…" Rob moaned as he squeezed Eva's thighs as she started riding him at a slow pace but almost taking his cock out of her.
"I know… mmm hearing you moan… mmmf." Eva moaned as she slammed her hips down at the highest point of her riding, causing Rob to moan loudly as Eva picked up speed each time she slams down, kissing Rob as she did, moaning into Rob's mouth.
Rob squeezed Eva's hips as he soon climaxed as she took him all the way inside her pussy, filling her womb.
"Fuck… you came hard huh?" Eva asked as Rob moved them into a doggy style position as Eva was on her knees up straight as Rob kissed her neck and bit her hard enough to leave a visible mark while Rob was thrusting into her pussy harder and harder each thrust, Rob started rubbing Eva's clit with his right ring and middle fingers, using his left hand to massage her small chest, pinching her erect nipples.
"Fuck… so close… fuuuck." Eva moaned as she was nearing her climax, her pussy tightened around Rob's cock causing him to slow down a bit until he came a second time filling her womb even more as she reached climax with her true love.
"Fuck… so good…" Rob said in between breaths as he laid down with Eva who was now facing him again with his cock still deep inside her.
"I know… cuddle time…" Eva said as she kissed Rob and wrapped her arms around him lovingly.
"Yeah, mmm I could stay like this forever." Rob said, putting his arms around Eva.
"Yeah but then we couldn't bicker over breakfast foods." Eva said with a giggle as Rob put the blanket over the couple.
******** Some time later **********
The bell jingled as the pink haired girl from before walked in.
"Hello again." Eva said.
"You never gave us names so we really didn't have any progress with your friend." Rob said.
"That's alright I found her" the girl said fixing her hat
"Whatcha need then?" Eva asked.
"No idea I kinda just wondered in" the girl said as her eyes physically glitched
"Fair enough." Rob said.
"katsumi liked the shanty worn down falling apart appearance so we came to check it out"
"I beg your pardon?" Rob asked.
"Hmmm?" She asked her eyes glitching like a computer again
"This office is well maintained." Eva said.
"Yeah.. it's about as maintained as my mom. she's dead by the way" the girl said
"Okay now that's insulting, we're doing the best we can with what we have." Rob said.
"Someone changes sides quickly ain't that right katsumi" she said staring off into space
"You alright? There's nothing there." Eva said. As the girl continued staring off into space
"Yeah what she said" the girl said coming out of it as her eyes glitched
"Uhhh alright." Eva said.
"My name's Veronica.. I think.. and this is my wife katsumi" Veronica said gesturing to thin air
"We're looking for my friend" Veronica added contradicting what she said previously
"Didn't you already find them or?* Rob asked.
"No that's why I am here" Veronica said
"Uhhh alright. What's their name?" Eva asked.
"Ummmhhhhhhmmm… Ameila Madison I think" Veronica said
"It ends with Madison. I know this much.." Veronica added very clearly on drugs of some kind
"Alright then. We can take you to her if you wish." Rob said.
"Take me where?" Veronica asked
"To Ameila." Rob said.
"Whos that?" Veronica asked
"Is there someone we can call to come get you or?" Eva asked.
"Who's you?" Veronica asked
"Do I know this person?" She added
"Alright, come with us, you're not under arrest but we are taking you to the police so they can handle you." Rob said.
"Oh alright sounds lovely" Veronica said
—At the Ravens Borough police department—-
"Nope she's definitely not on drugs" a pink haired cat lady said turning off her d upflashlight as
"Of course not she is definitely not all there though and we brought her to you because you're more equipped to actually find out who she is." Rob said. As she pulled out a paper
"Veronica Lee Madison. age twenty one. Sex female daughter of Chris James Madison and Amy Lee Madison she is an only child who suffers from charles bonnet syndrome and schizophrenia. Her mind is stuck iin something doctors call.. the vancanny files" the cat lady said
"Ah I see. Well then. Not sure what to do with her now." Rob said.
"Doctors say that she can be cured of her vancanny files but the means to do so are.. unknown" she said
"Fair enough. We'll have to look into that, thanks for your help Misuki, think you can take care of her from here?" Eva said.
"You're asking for a lot but I suppose I can put her somewhere" Misuki said
"Thanks I was more asking if you could get her home but fair enough." Eva and.
"Are all of Ameila's relatives mentally fucked up?" Rob asked.
"Don't be an dick valentine not everyone can be perfect like you" Misuki said
"Oh I am far from perfect. I'm just more concerned about the entire family being of unsound mind." Rob said.
"It's a reasonable concern, and yeah he's definitely not perfect. He begs me to cuddle." Eva said.
"Who" Miuski said
"What?" Eva asked.
"Asked" Miuski said cutting her off
"Sure it's reasonable to worry about someone but do you really think it's reasonable to ask if an entire family is fucked up in the head. It's like asking a Cancer patient if all his family members have cancer" Miuski said
"Fair point. Though it was mostly a joke because they all seem to be troubled one way or another." Rob said.
"Do you think mental illness is a joke valentine?" Misuki asked
"Nope. Neither is Autism. Or my ADHD." Rob said.
"Then I think we have an understanding" Miuski said.
"We do." Rob said.
"You constantly joke about the A standing for arson though." Eva said.
"And now you know why I always have a lighter on me even though I have night vision and don't smoke " Rob said as Veronica's eyes glitched.
"Anyway, we gotta go check some stuff." Eva said.
"And I have to make a phone call to the hospital," Miuski said.
"Alright then. We'll see you later." Rob said as he and Eva left.
Her eyes glitched as she looked at Miuski the pink haired cat girl in a police uniform she turned to the tabaxi with dark skin and ginger hair standing next to herself as it waved to her
"Hi honey.." Veronica said waving to katsumi
"How are you today" she asked as the tabaxi glitched sitting next to her
"Oh I'm doing fine" kat said taking her hand over veronicas chin
To be continued…
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A Different Kind Of Joy (SKZ Female Member) Chapter 19
Credits: @via_hhong
Chan's POV
The guys and I decide to enter in and have a look in what’s in the bag. “Salad again? Didn’t she just had this recently after the survival show? The XL one.” Han softly points out.
“Please do something about this” They all looked at me. “Let me think about how to talk about this to her.” I respond before walking to my room to continue my work and thinking about how to talk this little ninja.
I decide to talk to her like she is human. 'I guess that's what she will hope most here?' I think to myself before focusing on my work
-The Next Day-
I didn't get much sleep but I had to be awake for dance practice so I go help myself with an energy drink while seeing Joy eating the food from the bag and drinking her coffee
"How was sleep?" I ask her. "Good" She stretches her arms before eating her food.
"Good." I say. "Want some ham slices?" I took the chance asking her. She shook her head eating.
"Okay." I say. I soon got out my breakfast and sat opposite her. "I was wondering" I spoke up after a while cause this silence is weird for me.
"Yeah?" She looks at me asking. "Tell me more about yourself." I say. "How do I begin...after coming here...I was rejected from SM cause of my age and trained at Pledis for 3 years." She scratches her head saying
I just sit there and listen. "I didn't expect to finally debut which is all I'm proud of." She says. “Good.” I say with a smile.
"People don't know much that I'm actually born in Taiwan but I grew up in the States." She whispers with a soft giggle. I giggle as well. "I will be too" I said. "But how did you get scouted here?" I then asked her.
"6 months after leaving Pledis, funny CEO took Twice to my brother's place, I was working there and he scouted me right away for auditions." She chuckles explaining.
“That’s cool.” I say. 'The CEO must have like her skills much.' I think to myself amazed.
Everybody is soon up and settled, we headed for dance practice. "Woooooo! I'm psyched!" I cheered while watching what Lee Know had choreographed.
Felix just chuckles at me. "This will portray us as a group in the best way possible." Woojin cheers.
We agree and after a while, we get to it. "Jeongin. Too slow." Hyunjin points out again Jeongin's dance
“Sorry.” Jeongin apologies. We did the formation again. We each of course made our respective mistakes.
"How about we try practicing in our units? Or maybe we can separate in mixed units with one DanceRacha taking charge?" Joy suddenly suggests
We all nod. I arranged in a way I, Woojin can learn from Minho. Jeongin and Changbin can learn from Hyunjin while the rest can learn from Felix so we can prevent another conflict.
To my shock, the suggestion from Joy did work and we have our formation perfect after 2 hours
“That was easy.” I say in a huge relief. We soon got about the first half of the song, taking a short break. "Who wants some food?" I asked.
"How about we head to the cafe and grab the food?" Changbin suggests
“Sure.” We all agree. "One, two, three, four...forty five?!" I gasped in shock counting how many cafe coupons I have gotten from the female trainees
Joy walks over and gives me another 5. “Wow.” I say. “I have been saving the tickets because I’ve been eating from my brother’s place.” She explains softly.
“Ah Okay.” I say understanding. "Just save some for yourself as well okay?" I tell her as I picked her up while we're leaving for the company cafe
She nods and we are all soon at the cafe. "Organic Carbonara is on the menu today" The staff tells us
“I want that.” Han says. We all decided to have the carbonara. "This is yummy lovely" I cheered having a bite of the noodles
Felix nods, agreeing. We soon have everything finished and went back to practicing till the evening sun sets.
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Chapter 3 Event || The Gamers Have Unionized
10 AM, the intercom crackles to life only 2 hours after the first instance of the motive. Monoka had said it wouldn’t happen again until 8PM, so what had happened? Had someone already done the deed?
“Hello everyone! Please don’t worry, this doesn’t have anything to do with the motive. Some of your fellow players are running a super fun event in the arcade! There will be prizes, including one provided by me! Please be sure to pay them a visit! Thank you!”
When you turn up to the arcade, you discover it has been… slightly redecorated. A large wrapped box sits on a table near the wall. Behind that, the words “OPERATION P.T.O.” have been painted directly on the wall in distinctive and colorful lettering. It doesn’t take much thought to figure out who’s responsible for that. Especially cause she’s standing right next to the table, wearing a tank top that says “Whole day I’m fucking busy, only get few money” in English.
Kei waves as you enter, beckoning you closer. If she’s shaken by her earlier brush with terror she isn’t showing it. “Thanks for coming. Ayumi-san is putting up with all kinds of bullshit here, so we thought it was about time we did something for her.” She claps her fist into her open palm. “Here’s the plan. Let’s all play games for votes and gather up a ton of tickets. Then, at the end, we’ll pool them, count them up, and buy as many of those 15-minute break coupons as possible. If it’s all of us doing it, it won’t put anyone at a vote disadvantage, plus we’ll be able to rake in a lot more tickets that way. And it’ll all support Monoka-san, too, since we’re spending votes on her chapter! Two birds with one stone.”
Surprisingly, Jun is there, too. Did the resident edgelord have a part in this plot? He stands beside Kei, hands casually tucked in his pockets. “Right. And don’t think that there isn’t anything in it for all of you as well.” He gestures to the elephant in the room: the wrapped box lying mysteriously on the table. “We have a few prizes set up for the people that donate the most tickets to this cause. First of all, the mystery prize…” He gently pats the box in question. “This box is the thing of miracles. Got me pregnant. Good shit. The next prize, set up by our based furry master, is immunity from this current motive.” He pulls his hand away from the box to gesture to Monoka. “After seeing what’s in store for the rest of us as part of this motive, I’m sure the majority of us want some way out besides committing the unspeakable, so… Yeah.”
Jun coughs into his shoulder before returning his hand to his pocket. “Finally, we’ll ask for prizes from everyone else here that wants to help us out. Speak to us, and if we come to an agreement, we’ll make an announcement to further entice everyone to spend their votes... The mystery box and the immunity will go to first place. Second place will get first pick from the pool of prizes offered up by everyone else here, then third, then fourth, and so on.” The masked man looks towards Kei, and nods, indicating that he’s finished speaking.
Kei nods. “Yeah. And if anyone’s feeling a little hesitant to spend too many of their own votes on this… first of all, c’mon, it’s for two separate good causes. But second, me and Akechi-kun will kick in some of our votes so you can play more if you want.” She makes a sweeping gesture with her hand. “That’s all from me. Let’s get to it!”
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Simple Syrup
You asked for Daveed smut and I tried to deliver. At least this one time. Enjoy!
Warning: Sexual Content. 18+.
Daveed Diggs x Black!OC (Olivia Jenkins)(Yes, the MC/ OC is black. Representation is important.)
"Yo, open up!" Heavy fists beat against the door of Olivia's downtown apartment, making her roll her eyes. "I know you can hear me, girl! It's your favorite pop-up roommate!"
"You've been evicted, Diggs!"
"I paid you rent, though!"
Turning the stove on low, Olivia shook her head as she wiped her hands on a dishtowel. Daveed always found a way to surprise her with his presence. He never texted before showing up at her door but frequently sported a backpack or suitcase full of clothes or Rafael for an extended stay. He and all his baggage were welcome anytime, with or without notice.
Stepping to the door, Olivia bit back a smile before responding. "I didn't receive any payments this month."
"I got it in my bag."
"Bag or bags?"
"Open the door to find out."
Daveed took a step back as the locks began to turn, waiting for Olivia's face to greet him with faux anger the way she did the last time he showed up out of nowhere and stayed for three weeks. Despite stopping by six months ago, it felt like a lifetime since he'd been in her company. Bi-weekly phone conversations weren't enough. He needed to be near Olivia while she watched whatever Housewives franchise had her attention for the month.
When the door opened to reveal the long hallway leading to her living area, Olivia stood with a hand on her hips and a grin on her face.
"Where is my money," she asked, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Just as she expected, he stood in the hallway with a suitcase that she knew cost a fortune to check at the airport and his worn Jansport full of junk and work.
Daveed laughed and bent to rifle through his backpack for a crumpled white envelope that he handed over with exaggerated purpose. "Here you go, Miss Jenkins. Sorry to be late on rent for, what, 8 months? I hope this is enough."
"Boy, you didn't really need to pay me. You're not on the lease."
"Good," he answered as he pretended to wipe sweat from his brow. "Because those are just Chick Fil A coupons."
Olivia stood with her mouth open as Daveed brushed her to roll his luggage to the first bedroom on the right.
He listened to her insult his "stupid face" and instruct him to hurry up while he scanned the room he had called home more times than he could count. All of Daveed's belongings were in the same place, with almost unnoticeable shifts to show that Olivia had cleaned once or twice. His favorite throw blanket was folded at the edge of the bed with his initials elegantly embroidered in the corner. The air smelled of the vanilla candle she kept on the nightstand next to a framed photo of the crew enjoying a roller coaster at Six Flags. His favorite trinket, Olivia's homecoming crown from undergrad, sat next to a single gold medal from Daveed's days competing in track and field. To him, it symbolized their bond from the beginning. To her, it was probably just a space to hide old items.
"Daveed, get in here! I need you to cut!"
All at once, Daveed's sense of self returned to center him in reality. He quickly kicked off his shoes once he remembered Olivia's rules and started off toward the kitchen to answer the call for his help.
Even with the windows open, he could smell savory and sweet aromas combining for a smell that reminded him of the holidays. However, the calendar placed them square in the middle of an excruciatingly hot summer. He could see the open bottle of BBQ sauce on the center island next to a mixing bowl full of things he couldn't recognize but knew they would taste great. Bushels of greens sat in a pot on the stove, boiling amid smoked meat and seasonings to complement the food cooking in the oven. Daveed felt excitement take hold of his face and forced the apples of his cheeks up toward his eyes. Olivia looked up from her task at the cutting board and smirked.
"I thought you were vegan now."
"My business is my business, Liv. We talked about this last week."
"We also talked about you heading directly to Toronto after your job in Atlanta and, yet, here you are." She studied Daveed's face for answers but found nothing but a growing smile. "Come over here and cut up these strawberries while I sauce the ribs."
Daveed followed directions without complaint, lazily strolling to the island and nudging Olivia away. He'd been her help in the kitchen before to open pesky jars or stir while she tended to the more time-intensive parts of the meal. On more than one occasion, he had fucked up, and each time she invited him back into her safe space with open arms.
"How's Rafa and the family," Olivia asked with her back turned while she bent to take a peek into the oven.
Daveed kept his eyes on her backside for a moment too long before answering. "Rafa's good. Amy sends her love and says that you are more than welcome for Friendsgiving this year. She volunteered you for pies."
"You volunteered me for pies, Daveed," Olivia corrected, knowing how much her friend loved her desserts. "What about my babies? Is Santiago the best big brother to Emelia?"
"He's...trying. But he did send a gift for the lady with the bald head. His words, not mine."
Olivia ran a hand across her tapered fade and chuckled. "I feel like he heard Rafael say that."
"No, Rafa calls you Thick Mr. Clean."
"Yeah, because that's what you said when you were drunk on New Years," Olivia accused as she gestured toward the cabinet housing her wine glasses. Daveed nodded before answering.
"I said it with love!"
"Mhmm, I'm sure."
Together they watched half a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc be transferred into the separate glasses, waiting for the moment they could take a sip. The last time they shared a drink, they ran through two 12- packs of beer with Rafael and ended up dancing with street performers in Times Square. She hadn't been able to stomach the smell of a Budweiser since then and fully transitioned to fruity notes and sparkling Rosé with Daveed occasionally coming along for the ride.
Taking another long sip from his glass, Daveed leaned against the island counter to watch Olivia stir a mixture for skillet cornbread.
"What's got you so stressed?"
Olivia shrugged but didn't look away from the bowl. "Nothing. I'm fine."
"The last time you cooked like this, you were writing your dissertation. And the time before that, it was your mom."
The room fell quiet outside of the spoon, ricocheting off the sides of the mixing bowl. After several seconds, Olivia took a deep breath and looked up at Daveed.
"Daddy's getting remarried. Omari and I are his best-kids," she laughed. "I'm not stressed. Just a bit...sad, I guess?"
Daveed understood the issue without needing more context. Five years ago, he was the one sitting beside Olivia on the floor of her brother's home office after the news came that their mother had in the hospital. He was there for the saddest funeral he'd ever experienced and the months of reconciliation that the family struggled through on the way to some sense of normalcy. The idea that her father had found love again was heartwarming, but Daveed knew the occasion was bringing up old feelings.
"Wanna talk about it?"
She shrugged again and moved the skillet to the oven. "There's nothing to talk about. I said I'm fine. I wish she was here, ya know, but I know she isn't upset. She always told us to move on once she's gone. She sure as hell would."
Daveed chuckled at the idea of Mrs. Jenkin's moving on in the afterlife. "She was funny like that. I remember when she met me for the first time and kept calling me Devante."
"Yes," Olvia exclaimed, a spark of joy returning to her eyes. "She'd call me and be like, that boy Devante is smart! Ask him if he can put me in a movie one day!"
Olivia's voice warped to imitate her mother as best as possible before she burst into laughter with Daveed.
"One of the last things she said to me was that I need to make sure you keep having fun. She didn't want you to stop enjoying life on account of her."
"Yeah…" Daveed watched Olivia down the wine in her glass with her eyes closed, waiting for her to continue her thought. "Well, you're doing a good job. We could work on your definition of fun, but solid effort so far."
"How can I do better? I'm open to criticism."
Daveed kept his eyes on Olivia while he reached across her body to grab the wine bottle for the final drink. Her breath hitched while alcohol buzzed through her system, creating the perfect storm for sudden arousal. She fought her thoughts by shaking her head to recover.
"You can start by grabbing those strawberries and bringing them over to the stove."
"Don't skip the question." Daveed's smirk as he followed her to the other side of the counter made Oliva hot with embarrassment, but she kept a calm exterior. "Are you still having fun with me?"
"I always have fun with you, D, you know that. Who else is gonna play Bop It with me at 2 AM on a Wednesday? The question is, are you still having fun with me, superstar?"
"Don't start that. I come and stay at your house because I miss you, not because I can't find somewhere else to sleep. You're my person."
"For now," Olivia added as a rebuttal, ignoring the way her stomach flipped at hearing the way Daveed felt. "What happens when you get married? You're gonna have to go be a family man like Rafa. Then we'll only see each other on Friendsgiving and Christmas."
"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."
"Hm." Olivia's short but skeptical laugh effectively ended the conversation. Still, Daveed had already made up his mind to return to the discussion later in the week. "So, how long are you here this time?"
Daveed used one of his large palms to push a few curls off his forehead in search of relief from the heat in the kitchen. "I was thinking a couple weeks. Three or four."
"That's longer than normal! I get to have my favorite guy here long enough to help me put wallpaper up in the guest bathroom?"
"Am I only muscle to you?"
"Of course, not," she answered with a sweet smile, making Daveed mirror her expression. "You're also a taste tester. Open up."
Before Daveed could object, Olivia swiped barbecue sauce across his bottom lip for his opinion. The tip of his tongue appeared to taste the tangy brown sauce, finding an explosion of flavor that reminded him how much he missed Olivia's cooking.
"What's the verdict," Olivia asked over her shoulder as she turned off the eye under her simple syrup mixture.
"Tangy and sweet. I'm not sure why you don't bottle this up for sale. My dad would love some."
"Meh, I like having it as a treat for the people I love. All my hobbies aren't for profit, my friend."
Daveed dramatically threw a hand across his chest and gasped. "Did Mean Ole Liv just imply that she loves me? I-I'm gobsmacked. Utterly shocked and eternally grateful."
"Diggs, you're pushing it," she laughed. "Come taste this syrup before I start on the lemonade."
From experience, Daveed knew what to expect. But he humored Olivia anyway if only to see pride light up her face when he told her how amazing the sweet mixture tasted. After washing his hands in the sink, he skimmed his middle and pointer fingers across the top of the syrup to pick up enough to coat his fingertips.
He eyed the liquid for a moment, watching it slowly trickle down the side of his long fingers while he thought of his next move. Olivia stood at the refrigerator with her back turned, humming a song from The Wiz. At the same time, she gathered ingredients for the beverage.
"Hey...hey, Liv." Daveed had already started to close the short gap between them and stood waiting for Olivia to respond to his call.
"Wha -" A sudden swipe of syrup across her bottom lip confused Olivia. "D, what is your problem?"
Stepping forward, Daveed took her chin in his to bring their lips inches apart. "Is it still cool if I taste?"
Olivia stared at Daveed without blinking, fighting her brain for a competent answer to his question. Instead, she nodded in a daze with her jaw slack. His fingers took gentle meandering paths across the peaks and valleys of her face before using his thumb to part her lips.
Daveed's first kiss was a tentative peck to test the waters. When he received no resistance, he pulled Olivia closer for full access to her mouth.
Neither of them expected to fall into the kiss so easily. Olivia didn't expect to melt into Daveed's body while he dictated the pace and intensity. Daveed didn't expect to feel an overwhelming desire to consume the one person that always felt so close but far away. He wanted to feel and taste every part of Olivia while he had the green light. She reveled in Daveed's attention, even if it was only for a moment.
Taking a step backward, Daveed used his knowledge of the kitchen to guide them back toward the stove. Their lips remained connected to taste the last bits of each other. Olivia was the first to break the lip lock and move her head upward, directing Daveed to choose a spot on her neck to explore.
The cold, sticky simple syrup came next, the thick glob landing on the center of her chest and sliding to her cleavage.
"I've thought about this a lot," Daveed spoke barely above a whisper as he used a finger to spread simple syrup across Olivia's chest. "Kinda wild to say, but I have."
"How long?"
"A year. Maybe two."
Olivia released a shaky gasp once Daveed's tongue began licking from the space between her breast to the base of her neck to catch the simple syrup. As quickly as it disappeared, he replaced the sugar mixture with another round at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. He groaned as the tart strawberry flavor mixed with the sweetness of the sugar and Olivia's skin. She grasped the back of his head for stability, allowing her eyes to flutter closed for a few seconds.
"How does it turn out? In your thoughts, I mean?"
Daveed paused to kiss Olivia's lips again and run his hands down her back. "Doesn't matter. We're here now, and I can't think of anything outside of how good you taste drenched in strawberry sauce."
"Simple syrup," Olivia answered, smiling as she sneakily dipped her finger into the pot behind Daveed. "It's simple syrup, and I haven't gotten a taste yet. Open your mouth."
They kept their eyes on each other while Daveed opened his mouth, waiting for whatever came next. Olivia took her time to coat his tongue in syrup, imagining how it would feel to experience the concoction from his mouth.
There started the mad scramble to get closer, taste more and touch longer. Separate but equal desires to completely consume the other person had the pair maneuvering around the kitchen. They remained attached at the lips until they reached the solid wood breakfast table near the large casement window. Daveed was the first to remove clothing, pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere behind him. A split-second decision had him rushing back to the stove to retrieve the syrup pot. He carefully placed it on the table while Olivia slid the straps of her summer dress down her arms to let the fabric pool at her waist. Daveed watched with a flirtatious smile, marveling at the expanse of her warm brown skin. Olivia returned the sentiment, letting her eyes rake over his broad chest and toned midsection.
One after the other, Daveed and Olivia added bits of syrup to different body parts to lick and suck the skin clean. A handful mistakenly dripped onto Olivia's thigh, and they watched the sticky liquid carry small chunks of strawberries to the inner portion of her leg.
Daveed regarded the sight with wonder before carefully dropping to one knee for a better look. He maintained eye contact with Olivia as he kissed his way to the sweetest spot, lingering in places that earned the most desirable response. The scratch of facial hair combined with his lips and tongue's soft, silkiness made Olivia keen for more. She could feel the blood rushing to pool at her inner thigh for a bruise that would leave evidence of a dream achieved. She smiled at the thought of seeing it when she was getting dressed and how her stomach might feel with butterflies from the memories.
Daveed mumbled praise after praise into the supple skin of Olivia's thigh before starting a journey back to her lips. When he returned, he slowly pushed the waistband of his sweats down his hips and legs.
"Oh," Olivia spoke, eyes wide while she fought the natural desire to let her gaze travel. "I...wow, okay. I feel like I'm violating you."
"I'm kind of asking you to," Daveed laughed as he stepped closer.
"This is so fucking weird. Are we really about to do this?"
"Only if you want. I mean, I want to, but we can stop whenever you say the word."
He was closer now, dropping kisses on her shoulders while he pressed their chests together to reduce the space between him.
Olivia's legs naturally hooked themselves around his waist at the same time that her arms circled his neck.
She leaned forward to speak against Daveed's lips with her eyes hooded in lust, "I want this."
Passion and the hint of strawberry coating their lips intensified the moment between Olivia and Daveed. He held her writhing hips steady while he stood on his toes to push forward. Simultaneous moans of pleasure rang out in the kitchen, surely gaining the attention of nearby neighbors.
Their hips bucked an even pace, repeatedly meeting to build tension in their bellies. Daveed felt the strain of each stroke in his thighs and calves but found the desire to fuck his friend on her kitchen table to override any other immediate discomfort.
"Are you a talker," Daveed asked randomly, making Olivia's eyes snap up from the action below her waist to focus her attention on him.
"What?"
"A talker. Do you like to talk during sex?" His question came between labored breaths and grunts holding a mixture of exertion and indescribable pleasure.
"Daveed, are you trying to have a conversation with me right now?"
"I mean, I like to - fuck - I...I like to talk sometimes. Is that cool?"
A high-pitched moan ripped through Olivia's throat before she could gather her senses to respond. "It's your c-call, Diggs. Just don't stop."
He followed directions without skipping a beat, digging into his strength to pick up speed when he sensed they could move to the next level. He peppered in filthy statements that stimulate Olivia's mind while driving into her with expert precision.
They held on to each other as they reached separate peaks with no regard for the climbing noise level.
"I wanna do this forever," Daveed whispered into Olivia's ear before nipping at the lobe.
"Not look into my eyes lovingly and write songs about me?"
Daveed chuckled and snapped his hips forward, earning a near-silent moan. "Can I use you calling me daddy on the hook?"
"You got a lot of work to do before that happens."
"I'll put in overtime."
Splaying his hand across Olivia's torso, Daveed pushed her to lay flat on the table before leaning to hover over her body. He used his waning energy to give her all the power in his hips, searching for a climax. When she thought she couldn't come anymore, Olivia felt her body jolt off the table once the pad of Daveed's thumb began rubbing tight circles on her clit. Daveed smiled at the reaction but felt it disappear as soon as his hips falter mid-stroke. He rushed to pull out of Olivia, fearing that if he stayed inside for a moment longer, he would expedite his journey to fatherhood.
Olivia helped his cause by curling her fingers around his length and joining his pumping effort while she propped her body up on her elbow. He came with a choppy moan and heavy breathing on her belly, his chest rising and falling rapidly in time with the stove's timer beeping for attention.
Both Olivia and Daveed dissolved into laughter.
"Please, don't let this dry on me. It's sexy now but a pain to get off later."
Daveed's laughter climbed to hysterics at Olivia's mention of the mess on her stomach before reaching across the table to grab napkins out of the centerpiece component.
"Sorry," he apologized sheepishly as he helped wipe her clean. "Condoms next time?"
"Or my mouth."
Daveed stood shocked for a split second while Olivia worked to readjust her clothing and hurry to the stove. He followed her lead and pulled up his sweats before clearing the syrup pot and grabbing wipes to disinfect the surface.
The room was silent while they arranged hot dishes on the counter and privately grappled with having sex for the first time. A sense of "now what" hung in the air, which made Daveed more and more uncomfortable.
After plates were fixed, they chose opposite ends of the table to enjoy the meal.
"You know," Olivia started, laughing as she swallowed the last piece of cornbread on her plate. "That simple syrup recipe is my mom's. This whole meal was her favorite thing to cook, and I made it because I was really fuckin' sad and needed her nearby. Then you showed up."
Daveed's eyes snapped up from his plate. He wasn't sure what to say and remained silent in hopes that Olivia would elaborate.
"A couple weeks before she died, she told me that she would still be directing my love life from Heaven. She grabbed my hand and said, 'Dammit, Bean, I'm gone get you a man even if I gotta do it during bingo with the good Lord.'"
"You think she's up there winning the grand prize?"
Olivia shook her head. "I think she forfeited it to send you to me."
Her answer made Daveed still to watch Olivia's eyes meet his set from across the table. She reached a hand across the table with her palms facing upward, beckoning Daveed to place his palm in the center of hers.
"We have three weeks to figure this shit out," Daveed said, smiling before bringing Olivia's palm to rest on his cheek.
She looked at him for a minute to take in the way his eyes reflected the sun before using her head to gesture toward the pot still resting on the counter.
"And all night to finish off mama's recipe."
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| stay the night | Matsukawa Issei
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song | Toothbrush - DNCE
pairing | Matsukawa Issei x Reader
warning(s) | Implied sexual intercourse
words | 1.6k
author’s note | Hello its late but ayeeee also not beta/proof-read so it probably sucks but umm yes I’ll come back to edit this later its late and I’m tired
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You were like quicksand.
The more he struggled, the faster he sunk. But who said he didn’t want to succumb to you?
“Going somewhere?” His drowsy drawl filled the air between the two of you, your movements freezing as if someone had pressed the pause button on you. You were in the middle of collecting your discarded clothes, tugging on your crumpled T-shirt that had seen better days.
Your words caught in your throat, like water in a river when it crashed face-into-face with a concrete dam. “I...”
The night was dark outside, which wasn’t a surprise seeing as it read 2am on his bedside clock. Even in the darkness, you could make out the sharp lines of his toned body, a result of his years of volleyball and continuos exercise. And even in the darkness, you could see the adorable sleepy smile he was wearing. (God, why did he have to be so good-looking???)
“You know, baby you don’t have to rush.” He said smoothly, as if he didn’t just catch you hurrying away from a one-night stand. Well, it wasn’t exactly a one-night stand, the two of you had gotten... Intimate before. “You could leave a toothbrush at my place.”
How could he resist from admiring you? The full moon outside highlighted the etherealness of your skin, painting you as a goddess whose beauty was unrivalled in all four corners of the world. The white sheet you clung around yourself only accented his image of you as a divine being, one that he had been blessed to meet.
“I... Don’t think that’d be a good idea.” Your nervous laugh made him frown. Why were you so nervous anyway? Weren’t you so pliant and submissive to his touch only a couple hours ago?
“There’s someone else, isn’t there?” He interrupted, his sharp eyes catching on your numerous giveaways. Your hands were shaking, you avoided eye contact, and you stuttered. Yes, maybe he hadn’t really gotten to know you outside his bedroom, but he knew how to recognise the signs of someone concealing the whole truth from him.
A sigh slid out from your lips. “Okay, look. My parents... Engaged me to someone, alright?” A breath of air escaped your mouth in a huff. “I don’t want to get married to him, but... My parents don’t want to die without seeing me in a wedding dress. Which is stupid, but they’re not getting any younger.”
“What, are you sharing a bed with him, too?” He snorted, trying his best to hold back the splash of jealousy that sparked across his tone.
You surveyed him carefully, your eyes trailing over his toned muscles. “... No, but it just... Feels wrong if I spend the night with someone else.” Reluctantly, you admitted why you’d never stay, confessing the guilt that plunged into your stomach like a heavy rock.
“Hold on, let’s rewind this a little...” Shaking his head, he held his hand up to stop you from talking. “This... Guy that you’re marrying... Do you like him at all?”
The lip bite was enough of an answer for him.
“You don’t.” He concluded simply, watching you struggle for a response.
“Well-! He’s... Nice, but a little of a pushover, and... Very reliant on his mother...” You noted with a wince. “Actually, screw that, I don’t see how its’ going to work out. His mom literally treats him like a five-year-old and he acts like he’s five-years-old.”
A scoff rang in Issei’s bedroom, rumbling from the depths of his throat to the vibrations in your ear drum. “You deserve someone better than that.”
“Are you volunteering?”
“If I am, will you stay the night?”
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Issei had never understood when Hanamaki explained that waking up next to someone you loved was the best feeling in the world. At least, he never understood until the morning sun trickled in through the slits of the curtains and he got a glimpse of your (hair colour) hair, swung over the pearl-coloured pillows.
Oh, and you were a blanket hogger.
Not that he minded. The nights were always too hot for him and he normally ended up kicking them off anyway. You, on the other hand, were wrapped up like a dumpling.
He froze when you stirred, moving in your sleep until you cuddled up next to him, tucking your chin into his chest with a satisfied hum. He didn’t dare move. Everything in him stopped momentarily. What if his heart beat too loud and he woke you up? (If he could’ve stopped his heartbeat he would).
It was in this way he gradually fell back asleep, your head tucked in his chest and his breathing eventually lining up with your steady ones. His phone rang once when his coworker texted to ask if he was okay, he responded with a quick ‘I’m sick’ and typed the shortest leave-requesting-email he had ever written in his entire life, trying to get the letters right without waking you up.
By the time he woke up, it was past 9am, and the sun was mercilessly beating down on him at that point. A yawn coursed through his body before he realised something wrong.
You were missing.
To your credit, you had stayed the night. Surely he couldn’t have expected you to stay in the morning, too?
“You’re awake.”
If he got a heart attack at that moment, Issei could die a happy man. As far as he could tell, you were dressed in only one of his t-shirts, the garment overflowing from your smaller shoulder width to your mid-thighs. He was also pretty sure his jaw dropped and he gaped at you for a decent amount of time, which would be embarrassing but really, could you blame him?
“I could get used to seeing you like this every morning.” He commented once he had recovered from his state of partial shock.
Your hair cascaded over your neck, and it was in that moment that Issei found out you were one of those people that could roll out of bed with your hair looking messy but in a perfect way. He would never change the position of a single strand, even if he was held at gunpoint. Why would anyone change perfection, anyway?
“I took the liberty of using your kitchen.” You replied with a smile. “Wash up and come out to eat. I took the day off.”
When Issei said he had never washed up that quickly in his entire life before, he truly meant it. He didn’t even run that fast when he missed his alarm and remembered there was a practice match that morning.
“About what I said last night.” He begin speaking while washing up the dishes, the soap bubbles eavesdropping on your conversation rather blatantly. You were leaning against the wall, your eyes judgemental as you eyed the (lack of) content in his fridge. “About volunteering.”
“Oh, it’s fine. I’ll probably just divorce him after a year or something.”
“No, it’s not fine. If you marry him I swear I will attend the wedding and I will raise my hand when the priest says ‘Speak now or forever hold your peace’.” He threatened, waving around the plate you put the fried eggs on. “I’ll marry you.”
“I’m sorry?”
Issei shot you a weird look. “Why are you sorry?”
“I’m sor- Did you say you’ll marry me?” Bewilderment painted your tone and your flummoxed expression, eyes as wide as the saucers Issei just finished washing.
“Uh... Yeah? You don’t want to marry him, I don’t want you to marry him, so you can marry me instead.” He explained, as if it was as simple as 1 + 1. “Your parents get to see you in a wedding dress.”
You blinked a couple times just to make sure you weren’t delusional. “How on Earth did you manage to come to that conclusion?”
“I don’t want you to marry anyone but me!” He defended, putting down the plate before he broke something and got the two of you injured by the sharp edges that would no doubt result from a broken plate. “Consider this with me for a moment. I would never pressure you into doing anything, you’re free to go anywhere you want as long as you’re safe and I know where you are, and uh...” He fumbled around for the last reason. “And you can use the coupons for free massages that I get from my volleyball magazine subscription.”
“Is that how you try and convince someone to marry you?”
“Wait, I have more reasons!”
“Such as?”
“I... Can make really nice coffee?” He suggested hopefully. “Oh, uh, I like kids. And... I’ll definitely put a lot of effort into planning dates. Plus I’m not a pushover, and I’m not mama’s boy.” He paused for a moment before adding: “That’s not to say I’m not nice to my mom. I transfer checks to her every month, I call her every Monday night, and I visit her on every second week of the month.”
You stared at him quietly. “... Then what do you suggest we do? I can’t just call my parents and go: ‘Hey, I was sleeping with this guy while you engaged me with this boy I didn’t even want to marry, can I marry the person I was sleeping with instead?’”
“Or, I could call your parents.”
“That sounds like a terrible idea.”
“Do you have any better ideas?”
“Seeing as I just agreed to marry you, I don’t think any ideas I have at the moment would be rational.”
“I’m the one who just asked you to marry me, aren’t my ideas even more irrational?”
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Pairing: Reader x Seungmin
Word count: 1.1k
Genre: Angst-ish | Fluff towards the end
Summary: You call up your ex because your local boba shop’s having a Valentine’s Day promotion.
Warnings: -
A/n: Henlo I edited this at almost 2 a.m. so pls excuse if there’s mistakes oki thanks <3
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[12:59]
Now that you’re waiting outside the mall, you’re thinking that this is a terrible idea. The boba shop in your area was doing a promotion for Valentine’s Day; bring your ex and get free drinks. Your boba addiction acted before your brain could and you only had time to realise what you had done after he had read the message. You groaned that day, smacking yourself on the forehead for not thinking about it before sending the message.
To be fair, Seungmin was among your nicer exes, so you honestly wouldn’t mind it that much to be friendly with him. The breakup was… mostly civil. Well, if you excuse the glasses that you had thrown out of anger and the dent in your wall when he was so angry he picked up one of the Christmas decorations and threw it against the wall behind him.
But Seungmin was not an asshole.
You’d actually admit that he’s the only ex that you’d consider trying again with. Your relationship had started well and you had fallen in love way faster than you would have liked at the time, but you never regretted a single second spent with him. You loved Seungmin—wait, rephrase—you love him. A whole year later and you still love him. Maybe that’s why your mind immediately wanted to see him before you could even register it.
“One year later, no calls, no text, and the first thing you ask from me is to get you free boba.” You whip around at the voice and can’t help but smile when you see Seungmin.
“I wasn’t the one who made 'Boba Weekends’ a thing,” you quip, making him chuckle. ‘Boba Weekends’ was one of your regular things where you would get boba together on either a Saturday or Sunday when you and Seungmin were still together.
“I only suggested ‘Boba Weekends’ because I know you’re addicted to them.” Seungmin pauses for a moment as if he’s contemplating actually saying what he has on mind and he decides that it’s better than losing the opportunity. “And I came because of that too, (Y/n).” Your smile disappears at his words and your lips part, Seungmin’s tone insinuating something more than just doing something out of friendliness.
“Seungmin—”
“Let’s get you boba first,” he cuts you off while shaking his head, “then we can continue talking.” Seungmin flashes you one of his puppy smiles as he gestures towards the mall entrance. You decide against wanting to continue talking about the two of you and head in. Honestly, you could’ve easily forgotten about the conversation because when you saw the boba, your mind just went ‘BOBA TIME’.
“We have to prove we’re exes?” Seungmin’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“How are we supposed to prove that…” you trail off as you try and think of ways to do it.
“How did you guys break up?” the cashier asks. You’re pretty sure he’s just doing it out of fun because his lips are stretched into a very amused smile.
“Well, it was over a year ago, and we just kept fighting until we couldn’t take it anymore,” you answer simply.
“If you want more proof that we fought, I’m pretty sure their apartment still has the dent in the wall from when I threw something at it,” Seungmin snorts.
“Yeah, we were a huge mess.”
“I didn’t think we were a mess,” he frowns as he turns to you. You turn to Seungmin in shock, not really expecting him to counter that.
“Then why did we keep fighting?” you ask.
“I...” he trails off as he tries to find the reason. Why did you guys keep fighting? It was a hellish cycle of fighting, sleeping on separate ends of the beds, waking up to sweet kisses, leaving for work and coming back to fight, but there never seemed to be an actual reason for the fights. “I-I don’t know.” Seungmin actually struggles with trying to remember the reason for your constant fights. “It was like... every time I came home and asked you a question, we would start fighting.” Honestly, he thought you had just stopped loving him towards the end of your relationship, but Seungmin never had the courage to exactly ask why.
“That’s not true,” you frown. “You were always so upset whenever you came home from practice. You once called me mum for asking you to clean up.” That night you were really upset with him. “You kept getting angry over the smallest things to the point where it just seemed like you were living with me for the shared rent.”
“Of course not, I lived with you because I love you,” he scoffs. Seungmin’s face quickly contorts in horror when he realises that he’s used the wrong tense for ‘love’. You, however, stare at him with your lips parted. He still loves you.
“I always thought that you stopped loving me,” you confess softly. His features immediately soften and his own lips part. Was he really that bad? Seungmin always thought that you were the one who kept getting upset. He barely even remembers the night when you fought over the dishes. He only remembers coming home, eating dinner and suddenly getting into a huge fight.
Seungmin looks down to the ground before thinking screw it and turns back up. “I never stopped loving you, (Y/n). I don’t think I ever really got over... us,” his hand gestures between the two of you.
“I don’t think I did either,” you chuckle. “The ring that you left on my counter the night we broke up is still in my bedroom. I don’t think I could ever bring myself to throw you away like that, Min.”
“You kept that?” That ring that he had on was a gift that you had given to Seungmin on your second anniversary. The fact that you still have it gives him more hope. Maybe—just maybe—he should’ve actually wondered what things were like on your end. It could’ve been easier for the two of you to settle your fights instead of just yelling at each other for hours before deciding you’ve had enough. “I’m sorry, (Y/n). I think now I missed a few things when I was your boyfriend. C-Could we maybe try again? We can take this as a boba date.” He bites his lip as he waits for your answer.
You feel a smile making its way onto your face as you nod, “I would love that.” Seungmin can feel a huge weight lifting off of his weight and his lips curling into a smile.
“I’m giving you guys a free drink coupon because I have a feeling you guys might be coming back for more dates,” the cashier smiles as he reaches under the counter to hand you the small coupon.
“Thanks,” you laugh.
“Now, what can I get for you two?”
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patient
requested: yes
group: mamamoo
pairing: hwasa x fem!reader
genre: fluff
contents: tattoo artist!hwasa, flustered!reader [15/33]
warnings: none
synopsis: It’s hard for you to be patient about your next tattoo session when your artist is so damn gorgeous.
a/n: um??? I love tattoo aus???? also don’t come at me for the name, I’m not creative
word count: 1.9k
“Elegant Chaos.”
You test the name out on your tongue, staring up at the slightly grimy neon sign of the shop. The entire front is one-way glass, so all you can see is your own reflection and the ones of the people bustling around you.
Before you can make up a decision to open the door to the store or not, someone else does; a pretty brunette woman steps out and smiles at you, crazy beautiful with full lips and crescent-eyes. “Hi. Can I help you?”
“Uh, yeah.” You show her the printed-out address your friend sent you and step a bit closer. “Is this a tattoo shop? I searched the address up but nothing resulted, I was referred by a friend.”
She barely takes a glance at the address before flashing another bright grin. “Oh, yep! This is our tattoo shop, we opened a couple months ago. It’s weird that we’re still not showing up, but oh, well. Want to come in?”
You barely register her quick words but step into the shop after her, the smell of rubbing alcohol, paper, and perfume vaguely stinging your nose. “I’m Solar, the receptionist,” she introduces, walking behind what you presume to be her desk. Out front, some teenagers talk quietly, a tall, dark-haired boy with a sleeve sipping at a banana milk.
“Cool. Uh, I’m Y/N. I don’t have an appointment, is that okay?”
Solar nods, tapping at her phone. “Sure. Jungkook over there is just waiting for Byul to finish her other client, and Wheein is prepping to pierce the kids. Hwasa’s our best artist, anyway, does that sound good?”
Her question startles you from staring at the intricate sketches taped all over the walls, the same 3 signatures stamped everywhere. “What?”
She laughs, though it’s not rude. “We have one artist left, Hwasa, but since you’re referred, you probably don’t have someone in mind, right? You can go to see her now, she’s free.”
“Great. Do I just...?” At Solar’s nod, you walk past her and into the back. The studio’s quite small, to be honest; there are 4 stations, two of them occupied. One of them, who you guess is Byul, is tattooing an elderly man, her sleeves rolled up to reveal the art on her bicep.
The second, probably Wheein, is wiping down her tools, and she’s the first to notice you. “Hi!” she grins, turning the music blasting from the radio down with her ungloved hand. “Can I help you?”
“Yeah. Solar mentioned that I should come find Hwasa,” you explain, eyes widening at the complicated art being tattooed on the elderly man. “Are you...?”
“No, I’m Wheein.” Ah, so you were right. “This is Byul, she’s a bit preoccupied,” Wheein smiles, dimples poking into her cheeks. “I’ll get Hye- sorry, Hwasa for you.”
She hurries out to the back, and you can hear talking through the open door, before she comes back, the woman you presume to be Hwasa behind her.
Instantly, you’re starstruck; she’s stunning in a way that’s completely unique, long dark hair and tanned skin contrasting beautifully. The only makeup she wears is a bold red lipstick, her tank top showing the delicate tattoos she has. “Hey, I’m Hwasa,” she greets, sticking her hand out. Her nails are long, too.
“Y/N.” You accept the handshake, trying not to stare. “Uh, Solar said you were free for a consultation?”
“Yeah.” She sits at one of the free stations, clearing the things scattered on the table. “So, what’re you looking for? Do you already have a design chosen or am I freehanding?”
You fumble in your bag for a piece of paper, sliding it over to Hwasa. “Um, this is just something my friend drew up for me. I want it pretty small, on my forearm.”
The dark-haired woman shrugs, unfolding the paper. “I could do that. Is this your first tattoo?”
Nodding, you watch as Hwasa taps her long, red-painted nails on the desk. “Okay. Is this part of a sleeve or by itself?”
“Uh, how long would each one take?” To be honest, you have no idea why you said that; you didn’t consider a sleeve at all, though you considered multiple tattoos or a large one. There’s just something about the other woman that makes it impossible for you to think.
She considers the question before answering, “Depends on the size and how many small ones you want to work in for the sleeve, but I’d recommend a separate session for each small square, so maybe 8 or 10. I’ll be done with this in less than 30 minutes, though, if it’s just the one.”
To be honest, the only thing causing you to consider a sleeve is getting to see Hwasa again, and you curse your own attraction to her when you blurt, “Maybe a sleeve? I have to think about the other ones I want to work in, though.”
“Okay. I can just do the one today, and we can schedule another day for you to come in and design the whole thing,” she offers, picking the sketch up. “I’ll go make this into a stencil, then.”
“Sure.”
When she takes the sketch and walks to the back room, you slump down in the chair and pivot to look at the others. You quickly realize how long you were talking with Hwasa; Byul is already working on the coconut-haired boy, and Wheein is already done with the teenagers.
She seems to be the outgoing type, and waves at you while sanitizing her needles and packing her kit up again. “So, how did it go? Are you going to start today?”
“I am, yep. You’re already done with the kids?”
Wheein nods, placing the studs back into their cases. “Yep. They just wanted more lobe piercings, it’s really easy. I’m a tattoo artist, too, but I think the kids like me more. Except for Jungkook over here, they think Byul’s intimidating.”
“I’m not!” the other woman protests, hands still steady as she works on the boy. Her voice is deeper than you’d expect. “You literally call me a hamster.”
Flapping a hand, Wheein flashes you her dimples again. “So, what do you think of Hwasa?”
“Huh?” you blink, brain basically short-circuiting. “Uh, she’s a good artist? I saw some of her sketches, yours too; you’re all really talented.”
“No, no, that’s not what I mean. Wait, you’re not straight, are you?” she narrows her eyes at you, scanning you from head to toe. “Maybe my sense is broken, I didn’t peg you for a...”
“I’m not. Straight. I’m a lesbian.” Your cheeks burn to say it aloud, though nobody really reacts, not even Jungkook. “Are you?”
Wheein shrugs, “I mean, I’m attracted to women. All 4 of us are- Hyejin, Byul, Yongsun. Solar, to you. And we make sure everyone who comes in is accepting, we won’t serve bigots.”
For whatever reason, you’re almost relieved to hear that Hwasa’s also attracted to women in some sense, even though it doesn’t necessarily mean that she’s attracted to you. “Oh. That’s cool.”
“Yeah. So, is it just one tattoo or a sleeve?” Her knowing smile puts you off a bit; how did she figure it out? “A lot of girls who come in here change their original idea because of Hyejin-ah. You’re obviously attracted to her, to, so it’s no surprise.”
“Is it really that obvious?” you groan, surprising yourself with how open you’re being about it. “Do you think she knows?”
“Probably,” Wheein giggles, nodding when Solar pokes her head in the studio to tell her something. “Anyway. I’ve got to go, good luck!”
She waves as she leaves, the only noise left in the studio being the quiet music and Jungkook’s quiet talking. He seems just as awkward as you are, lifting his free hand in a half wave.
You’re saved by Hwasa returning with a stencil. “Here. Does that look good?”
She’s modified the original design just the tiniest bit, making the lines a little bit darker and the shading simpler, and it looks... “Perfect.” You grin, a weight on your chest lifted by your conversation with Wheein. “Should we start?”
“Sure.” She brings you over to one of the actual tattoo stations, the seat already smelling sanitized. You can barely listen as she explains what the process will be like- cleaning, the actual tattooing, pain; you finally come to when she asks, “Are you ready?”
“I... yeah. I am.”
It’s quiet until the buzzing of the tattoo gun brings you to life, the tiniest bit of fear sour on your tongue. Hwasa looks concentrated as she peels the stencil off, not exactly reassuring, either. “So. Is there a meaning behind this?”
“Uh, not really. Are there meanings behind yours?” You gasp when the needle first touches your skin, the cold wipe taking off excess ink.
“I have some matching tattoos with Wheein,” Hwasa explains, smiling at the mention of the other girl. “Uh, one is Maria, my Christian name. Wheein has more, but all of us have some kind of meaning behind ours. It’s not bad to have no meaning, though.”
You wince as she continues with the linework, slowly getting used to the pain. “Are you and Wheein...”
She looks up, raising an eyebrow. “Together? No, we’re best friends. I haven’t been with someone in a few years.”
“What’s stopping you?”
Hwasa laughs, wiping your arm once again. “Nothing, I guess. I’m just patient enough to wait for the right person.”
“Patient. Right.”
Conversation flows smoothly, mostly light topics. You learn each other’s ages, and you’re told to call Hwasa ‘Hyejin’ instead. You learn when she got her first tattoo, and when she learned to tattoo others. The more you talk, the more drawn in you are, fascinated by her every word.
The half an hour is over far too fast. “Done,” she announces, smiling as she turns off her gun. “Take a look.”
It looks gorgeous, as expected, though Hwasa plays off your barrage of compliments. “Uh, should I pay now?”
She shrugs, placing saran wrap over your arm. “We’ll go talk with Solar about that, she’s better with pricing than I am. But it probably won’t be much.”
“What? Why?” you frown, examining the tattoo. Usually, discounts only happen when something goes wrong, or you have a coupon. You’re pretty sure neither of those things apply.
Hwasa pauses, turning to send you a small smirk. “Well, the cute ones usually pay less.”
Your heart practically stops, though you force yourself to walk to the front with her. “Besides, you’re probably coming back again soon, right?”
“Oh! Uh, yeah. I think so. When will that be? The next session, I mean.”
She frowns, tapping at the tablet Solar hands her. “You can come in as soon as you’re free to design it, if you want, but you have to wait a bit for the next session, especially if you’re doing the things close together. If you want, I can give you my number.”
At your stricken expression, Hwasa’s lips curve into a knowing smile. “So you can send me ideas, for the sleeve.”
“Ah, of course.” Your cheeks burn as you take out your cash, counting out a surprisingly small amount. “That sounds good. I guess I’ll just have to be patient, then.”
“I guess so. Call me, Y/N,” she smiles, handing your phone back with a new contact in.
Being patient is going to be so damn hard.
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𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 | 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧
𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 & 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝐨𝐛.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟒.𝟐𝐤+
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 : 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐧 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲? 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐉𝐉 𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞?
𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲
𝐚/𝐧 : 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐞.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬...
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Let's go back to the summer night
When we met eyes, it's like a movie line
Kissin' underneath the city lights
The Outer Banks movie night was and still is one of the oldest tradition of your town. It's one of the few occasions where kooks and pogues are peacefully reunited. Just like last year, when your family had moved in the neighborhood between Figure Eight and the Cut, you are joyfully attending the movie night presentation which has the 60's for theme. It’s a decade that has always fascinated you, whether it is for the colourful fashion, the music of the King or the golden years of your idol and role model Audrey Hepburn.
“The first movie is Grease!” Your best friend Tara joyfully says as she sits next to you on the blanket with the presentation leaflet in her hand.
“It doesn't even take place in the '60s!” You exclaim, a little bit offended.
"Doesn't matter, it's a good movie."
"Plus, John Travolta is hot as hell." Adds Ashley, wiggling her eyebrows.
"Who's hot as hell? Me?"
Kelce, as usual, makes you and the two girls burst out laughing with his casual comments. You met him a few weeks ago after Ashley finally decided to introduce you to her boyfriend. They had been seeing each other for a few months already, but she was afraid you wouldn't like her boyfriend, knowing your mistrust of the people of Figure Eight. At first, you had found him pretentious and boastful, like most kooks, but after a few hours of talking and getting to know him, your first impression was all gone.
"Are the boys coming?" Ashley asks in the ear of Kelce to keep you and Tara from hearing, but it's a total loss; the girl is the worst whisperer ever.
"What boys?" You ask, curious.
"Oh, um, I asked Kelce to invite Rafe and Topper so you wouldn't be the third wheel, you know.
"Ashley!" You and Tara both scream at the same time. "You need to stop this!"
“Stop what?”
"Stop pretending to be Cupid!" You shoutback, rolling your eyes.
"I promise you, girls, they're super nice and perfect for both of you!"
"Yeah, right. I'll believe it when I see it." You answer, still sceptical, before getting up. “I'm gonna go get some popcorn.”
The waiting line is not very long, it is mainly children in need of sugar who are impatient to buy their cotton candy with their little coupons given by a bored woman at the entrance. You giggle at the sight of a young boy whose face is covered by the pink sticky candy. It goes all the way up to his hair and you can't help but think of his poor parents who will have to clean everything up before putting him to bed tonight.
"What are you laughing at?"
The voice belongs to a boy on your right who looks a few years older than you. He's got light brown hair that are mostly covered by a backward cap. His bluish gaze details your face, causing you to blush a little. You cannot deny that he is good looking.
“I was laughing at the little boy right there." You answer him by discreetly pointing the boy.
A smile that would make any girl fall slips into the corners of his lips.
"He looks funny."
You smile in response and walk up to the order booth, purchasing three bags of popcorn for you and your friends.
"I guess I'll see you around." You say to the blue eyed guy when you turn back around.
“I hope so." He winks.
You go back to where your friends are sitting on the grass, unable to repress the stupid smile on your lips. You soon realize your place is taken by a young man with brown hair, obviously one of Kelce's friends.
“Y/n, that’s Topper.” Tara introduces you and you can see the stars shining in her eyes when she looks at the boy.
Looks like someone's already found their prey, you think without saying a word to avoid ruining your friend's chances with him.
“Nice to meet you, Ashley's told us a lot about you.” He says with a nice smile.
"Oh, I have no doubt, she can't keep her mouth shut, can she?"
Ashley tries to hit you, but you duck and laugh at her until you bump into something hard. You look up to meet two familiar blue eyes.
“We're already bumping into each other. Took less time than I thought.” He says before you take a step back, feeling his arm sliding on your hip.
You didn't even realize he had wrapped his arm around your waist to keep you from losing your balance.
“Rafe, you know Y/n?" Kelce asks the boy.
“I met her in the waiting line.” He responds before bringing his gaze back to you. "I didn't know you were a friend of Ashley's."
“And I didn’t know you were a friend of Kelce.”
"Well, don't just stand there, the movie's about to start! Ashley exclaims. "Here, there's two more places on this blanket."
“What a coincidence.” He whispers to your ear with a smile as you sit cross-legged next to him.
You laugh, subtlety has never been your friend's strength. Rafe lies down on his back, standing on his elbows to see the giant screen. The familiar music from the beginning of Grease echoes through the loudspeakers, silencing the spectators. You can't help but observe the boy on your right. The sleeves of his sweater that fit his biceps perfectly, the little strand of rebellious hair that keeps falling out in front of his eyes even though he puts it back in place every time, the cheeky smile at the corner of his lips as he thinks he's stealing a popcorn from you without you realizing it.
As Dany and Sandy are rocking on the dance floor, you feel a hand on your thigh. With his eyes still fixed on the screen, Rafe pretends not to pay attention to you even though he knows very well that your eyes are on him.
You take a sight at your two friends who are in an intense make-out session with their boys.
"Looks like we're the only decent ones." Rafe whispers to you, making you giggle.
"Or the only stuck-up ones." You add with a mocking smile.
"Did you really just call me uptight?" He asks pretending to be offended by your comment.
“Maybe.”
"Well, I'm gonna prove you wrong."
His hand slips into the back of your neck and he gently makes your head lean down towards him. Your lips press down on his; they are soft and taste like salted butter. His fingertips gently brushes your skin at the back of your neck as you rest on of your hand on his arm, sending shiver through your spine. He amplifies the kiss by sliding his tongue against yours, tasting every part of your mouth as if it was an exquisite desert. Your lips move at the same rhythm, attacking the other in order to taste them more and more. You separate, lips swelled and glossy.
“Still uptight in your opinion?"
“Hmm, I'm still not completely convinced. I think I need another demonstration." You tease Rafe and he pulls you back to him with a mocking smile on his lips.
But now you're laying in another guy's arms
'Cause I'm all gone
But when you look in his eyes
Do you think of mine?
And when you look at that smile
Do I cross your mind?
I know in your head
You see me instead
It would have made a year today. A year that you would have been happy together if he hadn't chosen to spend the night in your bed with another girl five months ago. A tear slides down your cheek as you look back on all your beautiful moments. The first time he told you he loved you, the time you took a road trip on a whim, the first time you went further than a kiss; it all went up in smoke when you opened the door to his room and saw him over a woman's body that wasn't yours. You remember very well how you felt your heart being ripped out when you saw his shocked face when he heard your angry screams mixed with the moaning of the blonde girl he was fucking in your bed.
"Babe, are you ready to go?" Will asks you from your room.
"Yeah yeah, just give me a sec." You wipe the tears off your cheeks and sigh at the reflection of yourself in the bathroom mirror before instinctively grabbing your coconut lip balm; Rafe's favorite one.
Electronic-style music can be heard all the way to the end of the boneyard, the place of choice for kegger parties. Like all parties organized by John B and his crew, this one is a complete success. You're sitting on a log, your head resting on Will's shoulder as he gently runs his hand over your back. He's literally an angel fallen from heaven. You met two weeks after your catastrophic breakup with Rafe. You were a mess, dressed in your oldest clothes. Your parents had forced you to go out, as they couldn't bear to see you moping in bed listening to Grease over and over again. You were a few blocks away from your house when you saw him kneeling on the sidewalk next to a little girl who had most likely just fallen off her pink bicycle. Your heart had melted when you saw him holding the little girl in his arms to comfort her, rubbing his hand on her back. Your gazes had crossed and he had smiled at you, making you blush up to your ears. Three months later, here you are together and happier than ever, at least, in his mind.
"Babe, I'm gonna go get another drink." You kiss him on the cheek before you get up.
You sneak among the bodies that sway on the sand to the rhythm of the music. As you are about to reach the keg where JJ is, a hand closes on your wrist and pulls you towards the wood without you having time to react. Your heart skips a beat when your eyes meet his, filled with rage.
"What the fuck Rafe?!" You shout to the boy who just let you go of his grip.
"I see you found a good rebound." He tells you, completely ignoring your question.
"He's not a rebound; he's my boyfriend."
Rafe lets out a fake laugh as you cross your arms and defy his gaze.
"Yeah, sure. I bet you still think about me when he fucks you."
You sigh heavily, not even surprised by his comment. Rafe was always straightforward and harsh during your arguments and that doesn't seem to have changed.
"Just to remind you, you're the one who cheated on me!” You snap back to him.
He says nothing, furiously running his hand through his tousled hair despite the gel. He had stopped wearing gel when you were together after you told him you loved his messy hair. His nostrils swell under his heavy breathing.
"We don't know what to say, do we, Mr. Cameron?" You toss to him before you start to walk away, but you are stopped by his hands grasping your hips. He quickly turns you over, colliding your bodies together while his lips crash hard against yours. You try to step back, to be reasonable, but the alcohol in your blood and the familiar smell of his cologne keep you from doing so. Your thoughts are clouded by his soft lips brushing against yours, you missed it, you missed him. His hands pulls you closer to him, you could feel the air being knocked from your lungs. The feeling of his tongue tugging on your lips make you moan and you can feel the cocky smirk on his lips. He doesn’t even wait for you to grant him access and slides his tongue in your mouth to meet yours. Realizing what you're doing, you push him away. The guilt overwhelms you as you think about Will who’s inevitably wondering where you've been all this time.
"It-it was a mistake." You breath out before walking away from him.
"We both know it wasn't, Y/n. Stop lying to yourself!" You hear him shouting at you, but you do not turn around, not wanting him to see the tears streaming down your cheeks.
And I'll admit that I sometimes, maybe, might
Think about you at night, well, almost every night
No matter how I try to hide
And erase you from my mind
I'm dying
To find a lookalike
The thin black fabric of your dress adjusts to your every curve up to your mid-thighs. The long sleeves are made of a partially transparent and you are wearing a pair of high heels in the same color as your dress.
"It looks like you're on your way to a funeral." Your mother notices when she sees you walking down the stairs.
"Well, it kind of is a funeral; you know I hate formal thing." You sigh on your way to your dad's car.
"I know, sweetie, but it's an important moment for you father."
"Don't worry, I'll be a good girl." You smile to her as she close the car door.
When you arrive at the house, you’re not surprised to see an array of cars, each one more expensive than the next; the people in Figure Eight have no notion of excess spending, especially when it comes to the price of a car. Your heart beats at full speed when you set foot in the garden of the Johnsons, one of the most influential families on the island and whose father is Ward Cameron's good friend. It's been a year and a half since you and Rafe broke up and four months since you left Will. You couldn't keep lying to him about your feelings, he was the sweetest guy you'd ever been with, but you didn't love him. The breakup was handled in a mature way and you're still on good terms.
"Y/n! You're so pretty my girl!" Ashley's voice takes you out of your thoughts as she hugs you.
"Look at you! You're stunning! I bet Kelce will be speechless when he sees you.”
"This is the goal I'm aiming for." She winks at you and grabs your hand, a more serious look on her face." You feel okay seeing Rafe again? If not, Tara and I can sit at a different table with you, Kelce and Topper will understand."
"No no, I'm not going to ruin your Midsummers because of my love stories. I'm a big girl and I can tolerate Rafe for one night." You assure her with a smile.
"Great! Come on, let's go find Tara."
You missed Topper and Kelce, they've been making you laugh ever since you sat with them at the table. There's no sign of Rafe yet, and that's perfect. You still get a twinge in your heart when you see the way Topper looks at Tara with stars in his eyes or when Ashley tenderly kisses Kelce. You miss it. As you take a sip of water, you spit it out almost instantly when you see him on the porch; not alone.
He is wearing a grey suit matching with a white shirt of which he has unbuttoned the first two buttons. His hair is straightened backwards, it's grown a little longer since the last time you saw him. It's not so much his presence that makes you freeze, but rather the girl who’s standing beside him, her arm hooked to his; she looks exactly like you. You don't seem to be the only one who's noticed it by the questioning looks on Tara and Ashley's faces. Hand in hand, they make their way to your table and you don't deign to look up when they sit at the other end of the table near Kelce. You can't help but feel your chest tightening when he introduces Megan, the girl, as his girlfriend. Ashley clearly saw the change of expression on your face since she stands up and pats you on the shoulder.
"I have to go to the toilet, will you come with me?"
You nod and get up, thanking her with a glance as you walk away from the table where the so-called girlfriend of Rafe literally devours his face.
"I'm sorry, Y/n, if I'd known he was bringing a girl, I wouldn't have told you to sit with us." Ashley apologizes while you sit on the bed in the guest room with your face in your hands.
"You couldn't have known he was going to bring my long-lost twin." You sarcastically say.
"She's literally your lookalike."
"I don't know whether to take it right or wrong."
"I don't know either." She exhales and hugs you tightly. "I'm gonna go back to the table, but stay here and take your time and join us after."
You let yourself fall on your back on the cozy bed when Ashley close the door behind her and you let out a long sigh. You never thought that seeing Rafe with another girl would upset you so much, considering you've been broken up for over a year. With your eyes still closed, you don't react when you hear the door open again, being certain that it's Tara who comes to see if you're alright.
"I'm fine Tara, don't worry about me." You whisper as you feel the mattress collapses to your left.
She doesn't say anything, which surprises you a little, but you still don't open your eyes, being sure that tears will flow if you do. You then feel a hand resting on your belly and a face close to your ear where a deep voice sends shiver through your body.
"I'm not Tara."
"What the-." You start, but you're quickly cut off by his lips crashing down on yours to shut you up.
These lips, you could recognize them out of a thousand. Pulpy, a bit harsh and so skillful. His hands are grabbing your hips, almost too firmly.
"Did you really think you could wear that dress in front of me and I wouldn't do anything about it?" Rafe groans, pulling slightly away from you.
"I'm not wearing this dress for you." You manage to say, out of breath.
"You're lying, baby girl." He looks deep into your eyes in a way that keeps you from staying sane. “I can't control myself when I see you in such a tight piece of clothes.”
He moves his hand up to your thigh, stopping when his fingers reach the hem of your dress. Goosebumps are covering your skin. You're paralyzed; you want to feel him touch you like he used to do. A smirk makes his way to the corner of his lips when he feels you squirm as his hand slowly lift up your dress. He lays his fingers over your core still covered by the thin fabric, applying a little pressure on your clit.
"I bet you've never been this wet for Will." He whisper to your ear with his deep voice.
His wet lips drop into the hollow of your neck, sucking and biting your burning skin. You can't contain your moans when he blows on a sensitive spot that he previously licked.
"I'm gonna drive you wild, baby girl." He rubs his palm over your covered core, focusing particularly and painfully on your ball of nerves. As you squirm under him, the bottom of your dress comes up, revealing your wet womanhood to him.
"You're not wearing panties? Naughty girl."
His fingers slip easily between your dripping velvet slits as he bite your lower lip, making you whine. He adds pressure to your clit and you close your eyes, enjoying the waves of pleasure running through your body. He lifts up your dress until it covers only your chest, your naked belly now at the mercy of his lips. His tongue sensually draws a line from the top of your belly to the upper part of your core, tickling you a little. You try to buck your hips up but he pins them firmly on the bed.
“I’m the one in control, baby girl.” He says and you nod.
“Please, Rafe.” You breath out.
“Please what, princess?”
“Make me feel good.”
The color of his eyes changes, becoming a darker blue. He pushes your legs wide open, dipping his head between them. The feeling of his tongue between your folds makes you see stars; he was the best at this and he was proudly aware of it.
“Fuck Rafe.” You moan as his lips start to suck your bundle of nerves. You can feel him smirk while he slams his index and middle fingers into you without losing focus on your clit. The familiar knot in your lower stomach grows as he pumps faster and replace his mouth with his thumb and start to making eight figure shape on your swollen bundle of nerves.
“R-Rafe, I’m cumming!” You cry and he moves his lips back onto your core as your ride your orgasm.
“Mmm, you taste like heaven.” Rafe hums on your sensible folds while your legs are still shaking from how hard he just made you cum. He licks his fingers without breaking your gaze.
Kneeling on the bed between your legs as you sit yourself, he let his eager eyes running through your half-naked body. He grabs the hem of your dress, mumbling a ‘we gotta take this off’ as he pass it over your head. Before he has time to do so, you unbutton his shirt and put your lips on his chest to mark it with a hickey like you used to do all the time. You unbuckle his black pants, pulling them down with his boxers. His hard cock springs out, pre-cum dripping from it and you grab his shaft with your hand, jerking it a couple times. He looks down at you, his lips partly open as you pump him.
“You have angelic hands, baby.” He groans, letting his head fall backwards. You smile, loving to see how well you still pleasure him.
"I wanna cum in you." He exhales, stopping your movement. He pushes you down back on the mattress, spreading your legs again. The tip of his cock rubs on your wet lips still sensitive from your last orgasm. Without warning, he push himself into you, wrenching a loud moan out of your mouth.
“You’re taking it so good.”He grunts, gripping your hips to slam deeper into your core. His hair, previously styled perfectly with gel, are now going over his eye as he looks down tp watch himself fuck you.
“You missed that huh,” he mutters. “Will never fucked you like that, didn’t he?.”
You don't say anything, moaning with pleasure as he hit your g-spot.
“Answer me!" He orders you, his hand grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. You try to keep your eyes open in spite of the electric jolts that run through your body when he slams and the sound of your skin colliding with his reaches your ear.
“Y-yes, fuck, fuck, you fulfill me better than he ever did!” You manage to scream out.
“That’s what I thought.” He grunts and you clench around him, rubbing your fingers over your clit as he pounds faster into you.
“Fuck baby girl, do it again.” You clench harder around him, making him drop his head in the crook of your neck as he moans your name. He digs his fingers into your hips, surely creating bruises on your skin. You rock your hips at the same pace as his, feeling his cock hit spots that makes your legs shake in pleasure.
“Fuck Rafe, your cock feels so good.” You moan. He lifts his thumb, brushing past your lower lip and you suck it, making him quicken his pace.
“Cum for me baby girl.” He tells you as he thrusts into you, replacing your hand by his on your clit. You cry out his name, releasing yourself on him.
“Fuck baby, I’m cumming!” He grunts and you tightly clench your walls around him, helping him release his cum inside of you. Rafe drops down next to your shaking body on the bed, his chest moving rapidly to the rhythm of his breathing.
"What about Megan?" You mumble, biting your lower lip.
"She’s just your lookalike.”
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a drink from hell
okay so i haven’t written fanfic in literal years (and even then, it was only one, unpublished) and my writing in general is rusty, but i saw this answer by @hurricanezukka and i just. i had to write something. so here it is! it doesn’t follow the prompt exactly, the plot got a little away from me, and if i didn’t just write something i was going to take a billion years on it/not finish it at all so! anyway! the Work!
~5k words
“Your change is three dollars.” Zuko hands over the bills, trying not to wrinkle his nose as yet another person purchases his Uncle’s…concoction. The customer smiles and walks down to the end of the counter, awaiting what Zuko believes can only loosely be considered a drink. He sighs through his nose, turns, and begins crafting. A Thai tea with…boba. He tries not to gag as he finishes it and hands it over with its obnoxiously large straw. The customer’s eyes light up when she sees it, her “thank you!” almost lost in the loud popping of the drink’s seal. Zuko does not say you’re welcome. Instead, he tries to keep his eyes from rolling and goes back to the register. Another day, another delusional person. When Uncle Iroh had said he wanted to try something new in his tea shop, Zuko hadn’t questioned it. It was his shop, after all, and Zuko was only there because of his Uncle’s love. Uncle obviously knew how to run a business without outside influence. But when Uncle had shown him the little…black…balls he intended to put into the most finely brewed tea in the city, Zuko had nearly put his foot down.
“Uncle. What…what are those.”
“They are tapioca balls, nephew! Don’t they look delicious? It will add a bit of fun to drinking tea, if I say so myself!”
Right. Fun. As if drinking hot (or, in this case, cold) leaf juice needed to be a diverting activity. Zuko had said nothing and had dutifully tried one. And then he had just as dutifully spit it out when Uncle wasn’t looking. Honestly, what the fuck was he thinking?
So now Zuko stands behind the counter of the Jasmine Dragon and waits for people to come in and order the monstrosity, forcing him to relive his waking nightmare. Cold tea. And tapioca balls. It isn’t enough to make him rethink working here, but it’s damn close.
“Gooooood afternoon! I hear you guys have something called boba tea?”
Zuko’s eyes clench close reflexively before he remembers the customer service etiquette Iroh tried to drill in him. He opens his eyes and says, through clenched teeth, “Yes. We do. Only place in the city.”
“Wooooow.” The customer is flashing him a bright smile, one that takes Zuko off-guard for a moment. Sure, sometimes customer’s smile at him. It’s usually because they want something. A bit knocked off the price of their drink; to be able to use an expired coupon. But this customer doesn’t seem to want anything. Just the boba. “Is it good?”
Zuko raises his eyes from the smile to the man’s eyes, intending on telling him the honest truth, but he’s arrested by how bright blue they are. Zuko forgets how to form sentences. The customer’s tanned skin makes his eyes look even bluer, the little blue beads in the single braid that comes down into his face tying the whole package together. He has laugh lines.
“Uh—what?”
The customer’s smile falters, just a bit. “The boba? Is it good? I mean, my sister says it’s great, but who can trust a little sister’s taste?” He winks, bringing Zuko into the joke. Zuko thinks about Azula’s taste in, well, anything, and finds himself nodding along.
“Yeah. Yeah, I understand. Uh, a lot of people say it’s good. Like, uh, it’s ordered a lot? Instead of regular tea?” Zuko does not know why he’s asking his customer these statements, but Zuko also doesn’t know why he isn’t just telling him that the boba fucking sucks and to try something else. Maybe it’s because the customer is still smiling, even though by now he’s sure to have gotten a proper look at Zuko’s marred face. Maybe it’s because his hair, the rest of it that’s not in the little braid but is instead in a wolftail, looks so soft…
Maybe Zuko is a bit preoccupied.
“Well, that’s good enough for me! How about I get a small black milk boba tea and let you know what I think?”
Zuko nods numbly, tells him how much it is, and exchanges currency. He’s fairly certain he doesn’t look at the till to do it, but the customer doesn’t say anything about incorrect change so maybe he’s done it right. Zuko makes the tea with shaking fingers. When he finishes, he turns and sees the customer leaning against the counter, looking down at his phone. He looks up, as if he knew Zuko was looking at him, and flashes that smile again. Zuko passes over the tea and their fingers brush.
“Thanks!”
“You’re welcome.”
Zuko watches as the customer walks to a table near the windows, pulls out a laptop (how long had he been wearing a messenger bag?) and gets to work. Zuko, unfortunately, finds it hard to get back to work for the rest of his shift.
***
Zuko’s off the next few days and he spends his free time reading. Mostly Wikipedia articles, but if pressed Zuko would defend his habits as educational to the last breath. Besides, it isn’t as if he is just reading them for fun, not that anyone asked. He’s editing. The nature of Wikipedia is such that anyone, even idiots, can create a page. It is a beautiful idea in theory, but in practice it gives Zuko a headache. He doesn’t edit every inaccurate page that he comes across (he’d get nothing else done) but he does look through pages he considers himself an expert on. Species of turtle, types of candle wax, the furnace manufacturing industry—well. There are plenty of things to keep him occupied until his next shift. He very pointedly does not think about the blue-eyed bombshell from the other day who stayed in the shop for several hours, long after he had finished his tea. He also doesn’t think about how, after finishing the tea, the blue-eyed customer had looked up and unerringly found Zuko’s eyes to give him a big, hammy thumbs up with another grin. He doesn’t think about how he’d fumbled the teacup that had been in his hand and blushed furiously, thanking the gods the cup had been empty. He doesn’t think about how, though he didn’t look back at the customer’s table ever again, he could feel the man’s eyes on him. He really doesn’t think about that.
Instead, he thinks about how someone has changed all the mentions of “tortoises” to “turtles” as he viciously changes them back. Honestly, if there weren’t a difference why would there be two separate words?
His next shift is an early one. 7am. Zuko doesn’t mind; he tends to rise early anyway. He comes in a few minutes before his shift starts, unlocking the door and bringing down chairs from their upside-down position on tables. He can hear Uncle in the back, counting change.
“Zuko, is that you?”
Zuko sighs. “Yes Uncle. Were you expecting someone else?”
Uncle Iroh’s chuckle can be heard clearly in the front room. “No, no, just glad you are here. Today is going to be a great day!” Uncle comes through the door to the back, tying his apron around his generous belly. Zuko still doesn’t understand why Uncle, the owner of this shop, insists on working when he could easily just hire someone to take his place. He’s asked a few times, wondering why his uncle doesn’t take an early (or, honestly, past due) retirement, but Uncle always gives him the same answer. He grins, slaps Zuko on the back, and says, “Can’t leave all the fun to the young!” before busying himself with some part of the tea process. Zuko doesn’t understand it, but he’s long learned not to question it. He grabs his own apron and gets behind the counter, taking the glass jars of tea out from the cabinets to display them next to the till. Uncle is insistent that people see the tea before it’s brewed, so they know exactly what they are getting. Zuko doesn’t get it. He looks in the jars and sees different shades of dried leaf, which doesn’t help him choose which one he’ll hate least. But Uncle is the boss, so.
The morning goes quickly, a rush hitting a half hour after they open and holding steady until around nine. Perks of being located near the college campus, the best of which being that students in the early morning are dead-eyed and silent. They take their caffeine and go, without much small talk. Zuko decides to take his break after the rush, knowing another one will start up again in an hour or so. Uncle had decided pretty early on that tea was much better with a snack, and so had added café food to the menu. Oatmeal, avocado toast, and smoothie bowls are part of the Jasmine Dragon’s repertoire, among other tasty things, which brings more people in for lunch than they’d get just serving tea. A blessing and a curse, Zuko thinks. A blessing, because more customers mean more tips. A curse because…well, customers. Zuko throws together a sandwich and starts to head to the back. Uncle always says he’s welcome to eat in the dining room, where the seats are more comfortable, but Zuko prefers not to be seen while he eats. Usually, Uncle leaves it just at that. Today, however, he pushes Zuko a little more.
“Are you sure, nephew? I chose these couches myself for their comfort! I think you will enjoy your lunch a bit better if you sit out here today.” Uncle has an odd twinkle in his eye as he says this, one Zuko doesn’t have the energy to parse through. He looks at the clock, then back at Uncle, and realizes if he wants to have any food at all it’s better to just give in now. Zuko shrugs and heads to the dining room instead, taking an armchair close to the back. The room is, thankfully, empty for now. Not knowing how long that will last, Zuko starts to take a bite of his sandwich when the bell over the door rings. He sighs, moving to get up, but Uncle waves him off and heads towards the till to take care of the customer. Grateful, Zuko sinks back into the armchair, eyes drifting to the newcomer in case they try to give Uncle any trouble. As his eyes find him, Zuko freezes. It’s. The blue-eyed man.
Zuko does not drop his sandwich.
The man walks to the counter, familiar grin on his face, and greets Uncle like they’re old friends. Zuko watches, confused, as they immediately launch into a hushed conversation too quiet for him to make out. He does catch Uncle attempting to subtly point in his direction, though, and feels his ears go red. Better not to worry about it, Zuko thinks, and hunches deeper into his armchair to nibble on his sandwich. Not worrying about it, he keeps his eye on the customer.
Eventually, after it seems the man has finally ordered, the customer moves down the counter away from Uncle, and Iroh starts his tea. Instead of looking at his phone like he did last time, the man looks directly at Zuko and makes a beeline for his corner. Zuko eats a bit faster.
“Hey! You on break?”
Zuko wishes he hadn’t eaten so fast. “Mmph? Uhk, er—”
The other man’s eyes fill with concern and he puts his hands up, palms out. “Whoa, whoa sorry! I should’ve waited, take your time!” He watches Zuko swallow with a soft smile, getting comfortable in a nearby armchair. Zuko tries to tone down his impression of a human tomato.
“I—fuck—hi. Hello. Again.”
The customer’s smile stays soft, but a light comes into his eyes. “Hello. Again. Name’s Sokka,” and he reaches a hand out to shake, “what’s yours?”
Zuko definitely drops his sandwich now (onto the table, thank fuck) and quickly meets the man’s—Sokka’s—hand with his own. Sokka’s hand is pleasantly cool. “Uh, I’m Zuko.”
“Zuko. Cool.” Sokka keeps looking at him, and smiling at him, and should Zuko let go now? Or is it okay, since Sokka hasn’t let go either? Zuko wracks his brain for the last time he shook anyone’s hand and how long the shake lasted and comes up maddeningly blank. Has Zuko shaken anyone else’s hand before?
Sokka’s smile grows. He slowly removes his hand from Zuko’s grip, fingers lingering. Zuko has just enough presence of mind to bring his hand back to his lap, and not leave it dangling in midair like an idiot. It’s a near thing, though.
“Uh, so. What were you and Uncle talking about?” Zuko asks, the first thing that comes to mind.
“Oh! That’s your uncle?” Sokka looks over his shoulder for a second, then looks back. “Oh, uh, nothing? Would you believe nothing? We were just shooting the breeze, you know, real casual small talk.” Sokka does not sound very convincing, but he also doesn’t sound like he’s going to change his story so Zuko doesn’t push it.
“Oh, okay. Yeah, he’s, uh, he’s good at that. Small talk.” Unlike me oh gods strike me down now.
“He seems like a good guy!” The nervous look leaves Sokka’s eyes, which is just as well because that means they’re not shifting all over the place and are firmly planted on Zuko’s face. “Must be nice to have such a nice uncle to work for. All the free boba you want! What a dream.”
Zuko’s eyes widen and he coughs. “Uh yeah. All the…the free b-boba…I’d want. Because it’s so good. Who doesn’t like boba? You like it, right?”
Before Sokka can answer, Uncle comes to their little corner with Sokka’s order: same as the other day, black milk tea with boba. This time, though, it’s a much bigger serving. Sokka’s eyes light up when he sees it, and he thanks Uncle profusely as he stabs into the drink’s seal. Zuko tries to hide his grimace, his question thoroughly answered. He looks at Uncle, intending on asking if he should get back to work, but Uncle just gives him a wink and walks off without saying anything. Flustered, Zuko stays put. Between slurps of tea, Sokka begins to ask him about himself and, helpless, Zuko answers. He makes sure to keep his eyes on Sokka’s face, rather than the abomination he’s inhaling, but really that’s not much better. Looking at Sokka makes Zuko feel like he’s on fire. Every time Sokka asks him something his tongue trips over itself trying to provide the best, most accurate answer. He’s sure he looks like a buffoon but Sokka never comments, just keeps smiling at him and encouraging him to answer. He just wants to know and Zuko doesn’t get it.
“Uh, so. What about you? You were working on something the other day…what was it?” Immediately Zuko wants to take it back, sure he’s asked something too personal, maybe the guy doesn’t want to talk about his work, honestly Zuko just think sometimes—
“Oh! I’m glad you asked, I’ve been meaning to bounce some ideas off someone!” Sokka’s eyes light up like he’s been given another boba as he launches into an explanation of his work. He’s a PhD student apparently, trying to hammer out a decent thesis proposal for his dissertation on medieval war tactics. War isn’t really Zuko’s interest, but he does know a bit about medieval history so he offers advice when he can. He’s sure it’s not very helpful, but Sokka seems to take it all very seriously, even pausing for a moment to bring his laptop out and take some notes. Zuko doesn’t have the heart to tell him most of his information was collected from his Wikipedia hunts. Before Zuko knows it, the lunch rush has come and gone and evening is swiftly approaching. When he finally notices a clock he swears, standing up quickly.
“Oh shit, I should go back to work! Oh man, I left Uncle all alone, I—” He looks around frantically hoping to catch his uncle’s eye.
Sokka stands too, seemingly also unconscious of the time. “Oh wow, yeah it’s later than I thought. I’ve got to go, Katara’s gonna kill me…” He quickly packs up his things, having over time brought out papers and folders along with his laptop, haphazardly shoving things back into his messenger bag. “This was good, though! I really liked talking to you. Until next time?” Sokka shoots Zuko a hopeful look as he puts his items away. Zuko blinks a few times, still in Red Alert mode, but takes a second to look back at Sokka. And nods.
“Yeah. Next time.”
***
Next time is apparently the very next day. Zuko isn’t scheduled but Uncle calls him in last minute, as Jin, one of the other employees of the Jasmine Dragon, apparently called in sick. Zuko isn’t planning on doing anything but sweep through Wikipedia so he agrees, taking a quick shower before heading over and arriving with his hair still a bit damp. Uncle gives him a wide smile when he sees him arrive, which Zuko returns, albeit in a more subdued manner, before he spots Jin behind him. His eyes narrow.
“Uncle. I thought you said Jin called in sick.”
“Ah, nephew, you see….” His uncle has the good grace to blush. “She had called in sick, but it seems she felt a bit better and decided to come in anyway!”
“Uncle, you called me twenty minutes ago. Did she get sick and better within the span of half an hour?”
Uncle shrugs, unperturbed by being called out in an obvious lie. “Who is to say, nephew? Illnesses come and go, sometimes. Since you are here already, why don’t I make it up to you? You go sit in your corner and I’ll bring you some tea!” Uncle has that look in his eye, the one Zuko knows means he’s been caught in something he can’t see yet, which doesn’t make any sense….
It’s then that Zuko looks to “his” corner. And sees Sokka sitting in the same chair as yesterday, tapping away on his laptop.
“Uncle! Did you--?” Zuko doesn’t even know how to finish the sentence, but one look at the conniving old man tells him all he needs to know. Zuko groans. “I’m going home, Uncle.”
“No, no! Why go home if you are already here? You may as well relax your poor feet and have some good conversation while you are at it. Go, go sit and I will bring you and your…companion some tea and pastries.” Uncle makes a shooing motion and Zuko finds his feet have decided to make their own decisions, choosing to carry him over to Sokka. Sokka seems to know he’s there because when he gets close, Sokka turns to greet him.
“Zuko! I didn’t know you were working today! Good to see you.” He indicates the chair opposite him, snug in the corner. “Join me?”
Zuko nods numbly and goes to sit. “I wasn’t working today. Uncle called me in, said Jin called out sick…but she’s not sick. She’s right over there.” He points to where Jin is laughing with Uncle about something. He hopes to the gods it’s not him.
“Hmm. Sick but not sick huh? Well, I guess it’s my lucky day then,” Sokka says, beaming a smile at Zuko. Zuko feels warm down to his toes and musters a small smile back.
“Yeah, I guess.” Zuko scratches the back of his neck, feeling the weight of conversation-making drop onto his shoulders. How do people do this?
Thankfully, Sokka seems to feel no such weight and launches right into a story about his sister and their roommate, a blind girl named Toph who sounds like a handful. Sokka doesn’t look like Zuko’s one-word answers bother him, seemingly content to talk about whatever, switching topics on a whim. It’s…comforting. When Sokka wants something from Zuko, he asks. He doesn’t push and doesn’t stray into awkward territory. He doesn’t’ ask about the scar. At one point, Zuko looks down and sees there’s tea in front of both of them, the usual for Sokka and a smaller version of the same for him along with two croissants. He didn’t even notice Uncle coming by. He doesn’t say anything about the cup of boba in front of him, choosing to pretend he doesn’t see it.
“Oh! Can I get your opinion on something?” Sokka asks, his laptop now out. He looks a little nervous, typing at some keys.
“Yeah, sure, I guess. What is it?” Zuko doesn’t know what Sokka could possibly want his opinion on, but he can’t possibly say no.
“Well, it’s this paragraph. I think I’m describing the reign of this king right, but the way you said it yesterday made so much more sense…” Sokka lifts his laptop to hand it over to Zuko, and Zuko doesn’t understand because he could just slide it over and—oh. Sokka’s fingers brush against Zuko’s in the handoff, and Zuko has no more complaints. He takes the laptop, feeling his face heat up, and tries not to fumble it as he turns it around.
“Oh, uh. Yeah, let me read it.” He does, half his mind on the highlighted paragraph and the other half on how nice Sokka’s fingers had felt on his. “This seems right. If anything I’d just, well…” He turns on track changes and does a few minor edits, hands it back. Hopes Sokka’s fingers will touch his again and is not disappointed. Sokka’s ears seem a bit red but otherwise he doesn’t seem to notice.
“Oh, great! Yeah, see that’s what I meant, you just are so good at that. The words, I mean.”
Zuko looks at him like there’s worms coming out of his eyes. Him? Good with words? What planet is Sokka from? He doesn’t say anything though, just shrugging.
The day passes the same as the one before, Sokka alternating between asking Zuko questions and working on his thesis proposal. Zuko tells him about his love of turtles, and his Wikipedia obsession, though he refrains from calling it an “obsession” and refers to it as “an academic obligation.” Sokka nods as if this makes sense. Zuko finds the courage to ask Sokka a bit too, about his sister (Katara, a bit of a pain but the way Sokka talks about her Zuko knows he loves her), his roommate Toph (exactly as much of a handful as that story made her sound like), his parents (dead mom, Zuko regrets asking, and great dad, Zuko really regrets asking) and his school program. Occasionally Zuko will catch Sokka looking at him in a way he can’t read, like Sokka is puzzling something out. When Zuko catches him, he raises his one eyebrow in question but Sokka shakes his head and goes back to his laptop. Zuko leaves it at that.
When it’s time for the Jasmine Dragon to close, neither are ready for it.
“Time sure flies, huh?” Sokka asks, looking genuinely bewildered at the position of the sun. “I should be getting back.”
“Yeah, me too.” Zuko stands, instinctively clearing the table. “This was. Nice. I’m…glad I came in today.”
Sokka gives him a soft smile, pausing in putting his laptop and papers away. “I’m glad too.”
***
For the next week, Zuko is working every day. When asked why he signed up for seven days in a row, Zuko shrugs.
“Rent is coming up.”
His Uncle, who is very familiar with his nephew’s finances, smiles and says nothing.
And if Zuko’s breaks are spent in the corner of the dining room with a certain blue-eyed regular, well. It’s nobody’s business but his.
He makes sure he doesn’t go over time, feeling guilty about the work he skipped last time, but when he goes back behind the till Sokka doesn’t leave. In fact, he just moves tables, sitting in a chair closer to the counter, angled towards Zuko. Zuko doesn’t know why, but he isn’t complaining. It’s much easier to watch Sokka this way.
The man really was beautiful. Zuko’s never been very good at describing people, wrinkling his nose at the labels people use for body parts. All he knew was that something about Sokka called to him, somewhere deep down, and he didn’t know what to do about it. Or if there was anything to do. Sokka was a customer, after all! He came for his (disgusting) tea and a quiet place to work. And, apparently, to talk to Zuko, sometimes. But that didn’t mean anything. Still. For seven days, Sokka came in and ordered his boba, they chatted during Zuko’s breaks, and Zuko watched him work when he had to go back behind the till. He might have dropped a mug or two. But who was counting? Apparently not Uncle, who only gives him mysterious looks whenever it happens and sweeps up the glass without comment. He also seems to be oddly occupied in the back of the shop, leaving Zuko at the front. Alone. On days when Uncle is not in the shop, but Jin or Piandao are working instead, they also seem to make themselves…scarce, unless there’s a rush. Zuko doesn’t question it, as it leaves him more chances to watch Sokka unobserved.
Somewhere in the middle of the week, Sokka starts coming up to the counter after the lunch rush to ask Zuko some more questions. Mostly about his proposal, but sometimes not. He always goes back to his chair when a customer comes in, ever courteous of Zuko’s job, but Zuko kind of wishes he wouldn’t. Zuko would much rather explain to Sokka his disinterest in organized sports than watch a customer stare at the menu above Zuko’s head for five minutes, just to give a fake laugh and ask what Zuko thinks they should get. Zuko really wishes they would stop asking his opinion on tea.
By the end of the week, Zuko desperately needs a break. All his clothes, even his non-work ones, reek of tea. He doesn’t know how, but they do, and he’s tired. His feet hurt. He thinks he’ll do something violent if he has to make small talk with another customer. But he looks over at Sokka and thinking about the prospect of not seeing him for a few days fills him with panic. Maybe he could come in anyway? But, surely that’d be obvious, right? Maybe he can ask Uncle to loudly call him on the phone…
It’s nearing closing time and Zuko is still thinking about what to do. Sokka’s still there, which isn’t unusual. He hasn’t left before closing time all week. He gets up, stretches, and starts packing his things away. Also not unusual. What is unusual is that, instead of giving Zuko a wave and heading out, he walks up to the counter.
“Hey.”
“…hey?” Zuko’s mind switches from thinking about how to see Sokka in the next few days to how to deal with the Sokka in front of him. “Want a tea for the road?”
“Well, actually…” Sokka brings a hand up to tug at his braid, biting his bottom lip. Zuko tries not to track this motion and utterly fails. “I was wondering. You, uh. You’ve been working a lot this week, haven’t you?”
Zuko blinks. Sokka had noticed? “Uh, yeah. I’m supposed to be off a couple days soon.”
“Okay. Okay, yeah, that makes sense, cool. Would…would tomorrow be one of those days?”
“Maybe? It, uh, could be? Why?”
Sokka tugs a final time at his braid before planting both hands on the counter. “Wellyousaidyoulikedturtlesright?”
Zuko frowns. “What?”
Sokka takes a deep breath. “Well. You said you liked. Turtles, right?”
Zuko nods slowly. “Yeah…?”
“Okay. Okay, so, I’m planning on going to the aquarium tomorrow. I have a free day from—” he gestures to the messenger bag on his shoulder, as if that explains anything at all, “—and was wondering if you wanted to join me?”
Zuko’s eyes widen. “Oh, like. You and me? At the aquarium?”
Sokka seems to gain his equilibrium in the face of Zuko’s awkwardness and grins. “Yeah, you and me. Like a date?” As confident as Sokka suddenly looks, Zuko can tell he’s a little nervous. Zuko rushes to reassure him.
“Yes! Yes. I would. I would like that. A date.”
“Great! Meet here at 2?”
“Yeah. See you then.”
Sokka leaves and Zuko allows himself a solitary fist pump.
***
The next day, Zuko comes in to find Sokka already out front, holding two cups.
“I thought I’d get us some boba for the trip over! Here,” and he hands one to Zuko. Zuko looks at it like it’s going to bite him. Sokka doesn’t notice, having already popped the seal on his and taking a big slurp. Zuko watches the boba balls go up the straw with dread.
“Come on, man, no need to be shy. Don’t even think you have to pay me back, just go ahead and enjoy!”
Zuko’s eye twitches but, as if on autopilot, he stabs into his drink. Takes a few sips. He tries his best, but a ball of boba gets stuck in his straw and he has no choice but to bring it all the way up. The moment it touches his tongue he makes the loudest retching sound, dropping his drink onto the pavement and launching the ball from his mouth to land on Sokka’s shirt.
Sokka, for his part, is in hysterics.
He laughs at him the whole way to the aquarium, and a bit more while they’re there for good measure. In fact, he doesn’t stop laughing until Zuko kisses him, right next to the turtle tank.
fin
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Joyce is being hit on by a guy at a bar, and it gets really uncomfortable with him pestering her, not leaving her alone, maybe even touching her and she, power woman as she is, helps herself, but hop is also there and takes her home, being there for her afterwards.
Angst? Comfort? Fluff?
Maybe Hop steps in and at first she's like I don't need no help 😜
Trigger warning for sexual harassment.
Joyce doesn’t know what she’s doing here.
She swipes her fingertip down the side of her glass, clearing the condensation and watching her skin glisten with the cool moisture beneath the bar’s yellow lighting. It’s too damn hot in here, for one thing. Her blue Melvald’s shirt sits bunched up in her lap and she’s rolled her sleeves up past her elbows. A fan of expired coupons she’d dug out of her purse is clutched in her other hand, gently flapping towards the face she’s trying to duck out of view from the others sitting at the bar. The stools on either side of her are empty, but Joyce still feels trapped. It sounds like a million conversations are buzzing around her, and if Joyce came here to clear her head, then it isn’t working. Her mind drones with the voices of strangers and the constant clinks of glass. And bad music.
Really, she must not have been thinking at all. Work was unbearably slow that day, and she’d had nothing to distract her from herself. Somehow, caught within the vortex of anxiety, she’d thought it would be a good idea to walk across the street to the bar when Donald decided to let her go early, figuring, hey, the boys wouldn’t expect her home till after nine, so why not give herself a break from it all? Only now she was a few drinks deep, the burn of alcohol lining her throat and the realization hitting her all too late that she probably wasn’t right enough in the head to drive home. The money wasted was already weighing on her too. She should have told Donald she’d rather stay. She wasn’t in the place to be missing an hour.
Joyce is about to toss back what’s left in her fourth glass when somebody appears to her left. A hand slides over the bar to bear the weight of the man already leaning all too close to her. Joyce shrinks back, taken off guard, the coupons crumpling in her grasp.
“Good evening, Miss,” the man greets. His skin is overly-tanned and he gives her a yellow smile. He seems about ten years her senior, but she figures he’s probably younger than he looks.
“Hey,” she says hollowly, pulling her purse closer.
“Name’s Dan, how’re you doin’?” he asks as he holds his hand out for a shake.
Joyce doesn’t touch him. She looks away. “Fine.”
“I saw you from across the room, couldn’t help but wonder what a pretty lady like yourself was doing all alone in this place.” His breath smells of beer and some kind of garlicky bar food.
“I was just leaving,” Joyce tells him, gathering her Melvald’s shirt and backing off the stool.
“Ah, come on. Before I have the chance to get to know you a little?” Joyce freezes as he takes her by the forearm. She realizes now that she’s standing that he’s gotta be a foot taller than her at least. He corners her between two stools, eyes exploring her up and down.
Joyce glares at him. “Yes. Move out of the way.”
“Ohh, I like you,” Dan snickers. “You’re fiery. I can see it in your eyes.”
“Really? Cause you haven’t looked me in my eyes since you came over here.” Joyce jerks her arm out of his grasp. “Move. I’m going home.”
Dan licks his lips and glances to the side. “Y’know, buddy I’m with says you look familiar.”
“Oh, do I?” Joyce replies, tasting her scorn as strongly as she tastes the booze lingering on her tongue.
His eyes flick back to her. “Yeah. Any chance you’re Lonnie Byers’ wife?”
Joyce’s breath catches.
Dan reaches for her Melvald’s shirt, plucking the name tag from a fold in the fabric to read it clearly. “Joyce. I’ll be damned, he was right.”
Hardly audible above the noise and the blood rushing in her ears, she mutters, “I gotta go.”
“I heard you two are recently separated.”
“Please move.”
“Must be hard. Got kids, right?”
Joyce tries to fit between the bar and stool to her right, but their isn’t enough space. Dan’s hand is on her waist, and she looks up at him venomously.
“What’s the rush, darlin’? You’ve gotta find yourself lonely by now. I can fix that.”
“Don’t fucking touch me,” she snaps.
“Lonnie says you’re a spitfire.” Dan’s touch moves to her hip. “He uses other words to, but we can save those for when we’re alone.”
A shock ripples through Joyce and she lunges forward, shoving her way past Dan with a disgusted cry. Unprepared for her surge of rage, he stumbles back, and Joyce doesn’t look back at him as she rushes for the exit.
When the fresh air hits her face, she gasps, realizing just how tight her breathing has become. Joyce’s pulse races out of her chest. Hiking her purse up her shoulder, she sets a hand to her heart and tries to reorient herself. For a moment she forgets which way she’s facing, how far away her car is parked, what time it is and if she’s already late coming home. It’s not unusual for her to work late; the boys won’t be concerned, but at the moment she wants nothing more to be at home.
She hears the door open and shut behind her, and terrified that Dan has followed her out, Joyce flinches, whipping her head around her shoulder. “Leave me -“
The rest of her shout dies in her throat. It isn’t Dan.
It’s Hopper. Hopper, of all people.
“Joyce, are you okay?” he asks, holding out a hand to her. A wary, non-threatening hand.
She blinks at him. Her body slowly relaxes. Weakly, she says, “What - what are you doing here?”
“Just…came to grab a beer,” he replies. Again he wonders, “Everything alright?”
“I’m fine,” she lies. She’s not very convincing. Her voice shakes. “I don’t know why…”
“I’m sorry. I probably should have interfered.”
“No, I was - did you see that?” Joyce’s cheeks flush.
“The end of it. I got distracted by the game. Didn’t see him walk up to you.”
Joyce stares at him. “Were you watching me?”
“No,” he answers. Then, “Not exclusively. I wasn’t going to bother you. I figured you came here to be alone. I’m just not used to seeing you out and about - ‘specially not in some shitty bar.”
“Yeah, well,” Joyce folds her arms and looks down at the sidewalk. “Here I am.”
There’s a long silence. Joyce realizes this is the first time she’s speaking to Hopper since she and Lonnie decided to separate, and she has a feeling this dawns on him at the same time. Since he returned to Hawkins, they haven’t talked much. Lonnie sure as hell wasn’t the only reason, but he was one of the many dark clouds hanging around them. Which meant right now, things are just a little bit lighter than they’ve been in a long time.
Hopper is the first to speak again. “Are you going to drive yourself?”
“I don’t know how else to get home.”
“I can take you, if you’re okay with that,” he offers.
“You’ve been drinking too.”
“I haven’t been here as long. Only had one beer,” he reasons. He’s got a smile on his face, a smile she hasn’t seen in a long time.
Joyce chews on her lip a moment, then softly nods her head. “Yeah, okay. Thanks, Hop.”
The drive is quiet, with neither of them saying more than a few words. Joyce is grateful he doesn’t ask any questions about Dan. That’s an experience she wants to put out of her mind as quickly as possible. Instead, Joyce stares out the window at the jagged shapes of trees lining the road, and Hopper quietly hums some tune to himself, tapping the steering wheel. If she closes her eyes, she can almost picture herself back on his passenger side of his dad’s Oldsmobile back in in the sixties, sticking her hand out the window to ride the air, kicking her feet up on the dash, listening to Hop sing whatever song he had fixed in his head that week. Joyce smiles for the first time all night. She hasn’t indulged in those memories in a while.
When he pulls up in front of her house, Joyce turns to him as she gathers her things. “You know, I’ve got some beers in the fridge,” she says, “You can stay a little.”
His eyebrows fly up in surprise. “Oh -“
“If you want to.”
“No, that’s fine, I’ll…” he pauses, thinking for a moment. “You know, what? Sure. I’ll take you up on that one, Byers.” He sucks in his breath. “Is it still Byers, or are you back to -“
“It’s Byers,” she murmurs. “I want to have the same name as my boys.”
He shrugs and pulls the keys out of the ignition. “Alright, then, Byers. I’ll stay a while. Why not?”
Joyce isn’t ready for the delighted flutter in her chest. She hides her grin as she gets out of the car, unexpectedly glad to spend time with her old friend again. Even if it’s just for one beer.
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Mistletoe - David Dobrik
Today is the last day that whole group is going to be in Los Angeles. It’s always hard because we want to go home to our families, but we all have to go our separate ways.
“Y/n!” voices cheer as I walk in David’s front door.
“Merry Christmas!” I cheer right back as I walk in. I set down an armful of presents off under the tree. We’ve carried on this tradition every since David got this house, we all show up. Even if we don’t all celebrate, there’s something about being together to celebrate a holiday and pick things out for each other.
“We’re having dinner, then presents after.” Natalie explains.
“Y/n!” David grins, “Merry Christmas.” He walks out of his room and pulls me in for a hug.
“Merry Christmas, Dave.” I hug back.
“Wow, when I tried to get a hug earlier, you literally pushed me away.” Zane yells from the living room.
“That’s because you’re Zane.” David teases.
“How can I help?” I got there a little early so I can help set things up. Carly, Scott, Kristen, Erin, TJ, Heath, and Mariah are all here too. They’re all just sitting on the couch enjoying themselves. Jason, Natalie, and David are all in the kitchen.
“Could you set the table?” Natalie asks as she moves food into other dishes.
“Absolutely!” I grin. I take the tablecloth off of the island and lay it out over the tables for us to all sit at. I decorate the table and move some things around so everything is perfect. One by one, more people show up until now everyone is here and all of the food is almost ready. David is running around filming a montage and asking people questions.
“Y/n, could you grab the plates?” Jason asks, he carries the large roasting pan which either contains turkey or ham over to the center of the table.
“Yeah, where are they?” I get up from my spot on the couch.
“They’re in the spare bedroom closet with all the other storage.” Natalie explains, my eyes go wide for a second, “No, I can just do it-”
She starts to set down what she had been previously been doing.
“No no, I can do it.” I reassure.
I make my way to the extra bedroom and open the closet to be met with a stack of clear totes. They’re all filled with a mixture of things David can’t get rid off, stuff he actually needs, and PR packages.
“I was sent to help.” Jeff laughs announcing himself as he walks in.
“Yeah, I just might need it.”
He helps me take a few out before we find the right one. We put everything back the way it was, only Jeff is carrying a heavy stack of nicer plates now.
“Success?” Erin asks from the couch. Jeff and I stop to show off the plates with a grin.
“Yeah-”
“Oh my god!” Zane screams out interrupting me.
“What?” I ask, question is burst of excitement.
“Mistletoe!” He points to the spot above our heads. I look up to see that he’s right. I don’t remember that being there in the past, it must be a new decoration that was added today.
I turn to look at Jeff and he’s biting back a smile, his cheeks tinted in pink.
“What? Are you nervous or something?” I tease.
“I didn’t- I mean- I” He stutters while trying to come up with anything to say.
“Stop panicking. It’s only a mistletoe kiss.” I stand up on my toes and press my lips to his in a quick kiss. The group screams in shock that I actually did that. It’s not a big deal, it’s not like people in our group haven’t kissed for bits or other randomness.
He stands there for a few seconds, just a shy smile on his face. I take the plates out of his hands and walk back over to the table and start placing them around. I can feel David watching me as I do it.
“You okay, Dave?” I ask, looking up to finally meet his eyes.
“No, I’m good!” He smiles tight lipped.
“Alright, I think we’re ready!” Jason cheers.
The rest of the group scrambles over to take a seat and grab something to drink. I take a seat somewhat towards the end of the table near David. I sit on David’s right with Natalie to my right.
“I just want to thank all of you for being a part of my life. It’s cheesy, I know, but I really am glad to be hanging out with so many people who are half my age!” Jason holds up his glass, “But honestly, this holiday really is amazing to spend with you guys. I love wasting money on gifts you don’t care about.”
We all laugh throughout Jason’s toast. After he sits back down to David expecting him to say something too.
“Dig in!” He yells.
We all hesitate for a second, but dig in regardless. I guess David never really has been a sentimental guy anyway. We all dive into conversation, David being unusually quiet.
“Hey are you okay?” I ask, placing a gentle hand on his knee.
“Mhm.” He nods as he continues to shovel in more food.
“Dave.” I lean down to try and force eye contact again, “What’s going on?”
“Nothing.” he finally picks up his head and smiles at me. Maybe if we were still newly friends I would believe that it was a genuine smile. Instead of continuing to badger him for the rest of the meal, I focus on the group conversation again.
“Present time!” Erin cheers.
We all take our plates and clear them before sitting in the living room. We all pass our presents around to whoever they belong to.
“No cars this year, right?” I tease, taking a seat next to David.
“No cars this year.” David agrees, finally smiling. He throws an arm around the back of the couch around me. I don’t know what was wrong before, but he seems to be happy now.
One by one we all get to open our presents. Taylor gets to open the designer wallet I got her, which she completely flipped out over. Jason gets the massage gun I got him. Mariah for the mini filming get that she can use for youtube or to help record her dancing for Tik Tok. There were countless other presents too.
“Wait, what is this?” Jeff asks, digging to the bottom of the bag.
“It’s a toy for Nerf.” I explain with a laugh. I picked out other things for him, but that was a random add on that I thought was funny.
“Ahh, it’s perfect.”
He holds it up for everyone to see.
“Thank you.” He gets up from his spot on the other side of the room to give me a hug. I lean forward and mutter an ‘of course’.
I lean back and the attention moves onto Zane who was next for opening. David lets out a loud sigh and pulls back his arm. I try to ignore the mood swings he’s going through. Finally it’s made its way to me.
“My turn!” I sing with a laugh.
I receive cute clothes from Carly and Erin. Zane, Heath, and Matt all joined in to buy me a new lens for my camera. Jeff got me a pair of the shoes I had been complaining about wanting for a while and a coupon to visit Nerf anytime I want. Natalie and I unintentionally got each other the same exact bag from Gucci for each other because we loved it so much. We knew the other would too, since we have similar taste.
“Last one.” Carly hands me the last on from my stack on the floor.
“David?” I ask reading the tag on the top of the smaller box. I smile looking over at him. He has a red face and he’s chewing his bottom lip.
“Actually Y/n can I talk to you?” David interrupts, his hand suddenly stops me from tearing through the paper.
The room falls in to a dead silence.
“Yeah.” David stands up, “Sure, Dave.”
I follow where he leads into his room, he shuts the door behind him softly. My heart is racing over what this could be about.
“Hey Dave, what’s going on?” I ask as I take a seat on his bed.
He slowly walks over and stops in front of me. I look up and wait for an answer as he takes a deep breath before pacing again.
“I need to tell you something.”
“You can tell me anything, what’s going on? You’re making me nervous! Please sit.”
Finally he takes a seat on the bed, I turn to actually face him.
“I just wanted to do this in private because I had this whole plan with and I couldn’t go through with it with all of our friends out there. And Jeff.”
“What are you-”
David pulls out the gift from him that I had started to open from behind his back.
“Here, you can open it now.”
I hesitantly open it. It’s filled with random knickknacks from what I can best tell.
“What is all of this?” I smile looking back up at him.
“This,” He grabs the top item on the box, “is the wristband I was wearing the night we first met in that club. I took it off after dropping you off and filming with you, and I knew it was worth saving I knew you were going to be a big part of my life.”
I look up and his eyes are starting to water, I don’t dare say anything because I know that I’m not far behind him if he keeps this up.
“This is the receipt from the first time you made me run out and buy you chocolate from the gas station by my apartment. It was the first time we ever had a sleepover.”
He lets out a laugh, “That was in the shitty Dom apartment, I’m lucky you didn’t run then.” We both chuckle, I wipe away a stray tear drifting down my cheek.
“This is a piece of drywall from when you tried to convince me that you could in fact do a handstand and ended up putting a hole in my wall.”
We both laugh at the memory. He reaches in again to grab another object.
“This is the polaroid you gave me when you first got that camera. I barely opened my door and a flash went off. Now I can get you back though with my disposable cameras.”
“This is gross, but it’s a tissue that you gave me when Liza and I broke up. You stayed up with me for hours to listen to my cry basically and just make sure I wasn’t alone.”
He shakes his head looking down at it. I don’t know where exactly he’s going with this trip down memory lane, but it’s making my heart jerk.
“This is a movie ticket from the first time you stole my clothes. I couldn’t believe how good you looked wearing my sweatshirt. You claimed that movie theaters are always cold.”
“They are!” I interrupt.
“Whatever.” He rolls his eyes with a smile.
“This is the plane ticket from the first time I took you home to Chicago. You had no idea, but that whole trip was planned so you could meet my family.”
I nudge his shoulder lightly with mine, a steady stream of tears our drifting down both of our faces at this point.
He reaches in once again, there are few things left now.
“This is a dried up rose petal from when I tried to go over to your apartment to tell you that I loved you, but I chickened out.”
“This rose petal is almost two years old. I have been in love with you for two years, and I know that I always will. I just needed you to know. I couldn’t go another year without telling you. You’re my best friend, I want to tell you everything. I just love you so much, and I would love it if you’re comfortable staying in my life as a friend. I know you and Jeff are-”
“Jeff and I?” I interrupt.
“The kiss!” He says rolling his eyes.
“It was just mistletoe!” It’s my turn to roll my eyes now, “I would’ve kissed Natalie under it. It didn’t mean anything, it was only friendly.”
“Oh.” He bites his bottom lip.
“Wow, you were so jealous!” I grin.
“I wasn’t that jealous.” He shrugs, trying to act nonchalant.
“You totally were, and that’s okay.”
“It is?” He looks up, wiping his last trail of tears from a few minutes ago.
“It is, because I’m in love with you too, David.”
“You are?”
“Duh!” I tease.
“Oh thankgod, I don’t think I’ve ever been so nervous.” He pulls me in for a hug.
“You did a really good job, Dave. Very sweet. Very sentimental.” I grin.
“I knew it would pay off keeping all of this crap for so long!” He throws the stuff back on the bed.
“Hey! It’s not crap.” I pick it all back up and put it back in the box.
“No, I know.” He presses a kiss to edge of my jaw.
“You missed.” I look up, his face being closer to mine now than it’s maybe ever been.
“What?” His voice is barely a whisper, he gulps loudly.
I smirk and tilt my head forward to our lips can meet after years of waiting. It’s like all this time was building up because it feels like a release of endorphins and excitement. I can feel his lips smiling against mine.
“Worth the wait?” I ask, I stand up so we can head back out to our friends who I’m sure are wondering what’s going on.
“Definitely worth the wait.”
“What’s going on? Are you guys okay?” Jason asks, hearing the door open and noticing us walk out. Everyone turns to look at us. We’re just standing outside of David’s room, eyes red and puffy. We both have smiles on our faces, but I’m sure it’s a confusing look. I’m sure they’ve just spent the last ten minutes talking about us.
I take a look at David and smile, we both walk in a little closer to the living room to see everyone.
“We’re great actually.” I grin, taking David’s hand in mine.
“Really great.” David agrees with a squeeze of my hand.
“Hey look guys, Mistletoe!”
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Back to You
Summary: You and Mark are all each other have, he’s easily the most important person to you. But something happens and you both are slowly separated, so you work your hardest to be accepted into a college in Korea so you can find your way back to a home with him again.
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---Part 10
Three years ago
“Y/n!” Mark calls as he runs down the steps of the school to where you’re waiting.
You smile worriedly as you watch him, afraid he’d trip and break something. “Did something happen? You’re more excited than normal.”
He comes to a stop in front of you, smiling widely. “I got us tickets to see that movie you wanted to see!”
You feel a smile spread across your face. “Really?”
He nods his head excitedly. “And I already talked to Anne and Jack about it, so you don’t have to worry about them saying no.”
“And you have the tickets?”
“Yeah, let me show you.” He reached into his back pocket to grab his phone, quickly unlocking it, and turning the screen to show you the confirmation e-mail. “It was this movie, right? The one about the girlfriend and the kids?”
You snort at his description, leaning closer to look at the screen. “Nice description, but yeah. That’s the right movie.”
“I even made sure to get seats in the back, just like you like,” he grinned, slipping his phone back into his pocket.
In all your years of knowing Mark, he had never been this organized. The last time he tried to buy movie tickets, he had ended up only buying them in a theater an hour away. He wasn’t intentionally un-organized, rather, he was just in too much of a hurry to double-check his facts. So the fact he even remembered to talk to your foster parents is surprising, to say the least.
“What’s the occasion?”
He tilts his head to the side, laughing slightly, “Don’t be silly, it’s just for us. There isn’t any occasion.”
But when his eyes met yours, you could see something was wrong. When he was showing you the tickets, he had been genuinely excited. But now, there was something else, something sad.
“Okay,” you whisper, nodding your head. You don’t know what’s wrong, but he’ll tell you when he’s ready. There have never been secrets between you two and that won’t ever change.
He shakes his head, excitement taking over once again. He links his arm with yours to get you to start walking again. “Awesome! Then I say we also stop at the smoothie place and try the last flavor we haven’t had yet.”
---
“I don’t want school to start,” Jaemin whines, dropping his phone dramatically onto the picnic table.
Chuckling, you look up from the Korean practice book Jaemin bought you. He was now your self-proclaimed Korean teacher. “You’ve already said that five times, I think I got it.”
He pouts, making a point to slouch his shoulders. “But you don’t care.”
“You’re right, I don’t.”
He lets out a dejected humph, turning his body away from you.
You laugh, marking your place and setting the book on the table. “Aw, did I hurt your feelings?”
He jokingly glares at you, opening his mouth to respond.
“Y/n?” A voice cuts him off, and you and Jaemin look towards the speaker. Smiling, you wave Donghyuck over. “I was just about to text you.”
“Oh?” You watch as he makes his way over to the table you and Jaemin are sat at, scooting over slightly as he takes a seat next to you. “What for?”
“I was just going to ask you a question,” he says before abruptly turning his attention to Jaemin, eyes lit with recognition. “You’re Jeno’s roommate right?”
Jaemin smiles. “That’s me! You’re the boy who borrowed his English book right?”
Donghyuck chuckles. “That’s our child, we split the cost on one book and trade-off using it when we need it. Just so happens my class is first.”
You snort. “Won’t that be hard when it comes to studying?”
He shrugs his shoulders. “That’s a problem for another time.”
You and Jaemin chuckle at what is sure to turn into a disaster, and Donghyuck smiles softly at you.
“Anyway, what was the question you wanted to ask?”
“Oh right.” Donghyuck looks away from you, looking up and around at the trees before looking back at you. “You mentioned at dinner that you liked scary movies, and one of the Buddy coupons is for the movie theater. I checked, and the theater has a new American horror movie showing and I wanted to know if you wanted to go?”
“Sure!” you respond immediately, surprising Donghyuck with the fast answer. “When do you want to go?”
“Well, our first day is tomorrow, right? Let’s go out to celebrate?”
You nod your head, smiling brightly. “Sounds like a plan.”
To say you were surprised was an understatement. Not only did he remember the type of movie you like, but also made a point to find one in English.
“Awesome! Then I guess I’ll get going.” He stands up from the table, smiling slightly at Jaemin before turning his attention back to you. “Text me when your last class is and we’ll make a plan from there.”
“Okay, see you tomorrow.”
He waves to you both, continuing the way he was going before he saw you.
“You’re not even going to ask what the movie is about?” Jaemin asks as soon as Donghyuck had walked far enough away.
You shrug your shoulders, turning back to Jaemin. “I don’t care what we see. If he wants to go,
I’ll go. Plus, it’s a free movie. Who am I to complain?”
“Look at you, taking advantage of someone. I’m so proud.”
“Jokes on you, I don’t know what ‘taking advantage’ means.”
---
“How was your first day of classes?” Donghyuck asks as the bus starts moving, his cheeks slightly red from the running you two had just done.
You hadn’t had the time to talk before, seeing as Donghyuck had read the bus schedule wrong and you two had ten minutes to make it from your class to your dorm to drop off your bag and then to the bus stop. Overall, the most running you’ve done in a while.
“It was pretty okay, it isn’t too hard so that’s good. How did you like your classes?”
“It went pretty good, I’m excited for the year.” He pauses, a small smile spreading across his face. “I’m excited to be on my own these next few years.”
You turn your attention away from the city outside the window to look at him. The thing you remember most from your graduation was how sad everyone was to leave. The majority of your classmates didn’t want to leave the security of the known around them, even if that meant they were moving towards something better.
So to hear someone else who seems to have the same hopes- that is, excited to prove that we can survive and grow without the direction of adults in our life- is not something you expected to hear.
And maybe you’re reading too much into the situation, but you had begun to think there was something wrong with wanting to leave and never come back.
You smile, nodding your head slightly. “I get it, being on our own is exciting.” You bring your hands up to make air quotes for the “our own. ”
He looks away from whatever he was focusing on in front of him to direct his smile to you. “How are you liking Korea so far?”
“Oh, I love it. I love the-” you scrunch your face, drumming your fingers against each other as you try to think of the right phase. “I love how different the city is from Vancouver. Not only is the city nice, but I love the people here.”
He laughs, “You mean Minhyung-Hyung?”
“No not just him.” You raise your hand to playfully slap his shoulder as you would Mark or Jaemin, stopping before you can hit him as the thought that if you were to hit him, it might make him uncomfortable flashes through your mind. Instead, you bring your hand to rub the back of your neck. “Jaemin is a great friend. I also hope we can become close friends.”
His smile widens and he nods his head. “I also hope we become close, I need you to tell me all of Hyung’s secrets.”
---
You smile a thank you as Donghyuck holds the door open for you, stepping to the side awkwardly and looking at him to show you where to go.
“I already bought the tickets,” he says, leading you in the direction of the snack counter. “All that’s left is to buy the snacks.”
“Oh, is that also covered by the school? I don’t want to waste your money.”
“Yeah, it’s covered.”
“I haven’t been to the movies in a very long time,” you say as you come to a stop in the line. You smile at an excited boy in front of you whose hands are pressed against the glass display separating him and the candy.
“Really? Well, how about we go get something to eat after the movie?”
You open your mouth, ready to ask him about the money.
“And before you can ask,” he adds, turning to look at you knowingly. “I have a coupon for one of the restaurants around here. Like a package deal.”
You repeat the word ‘package’ in your head a few times hoping it isn’t an important word to understand the sentence. Ignoring the unfamiliar word, you turn to look up at him. “Sounds fun! It’s really cool that the school pays for these things.”
He smiles at you, eyes briefly flicking away from yours. “Yeah, from what I understand they’re proud of our foreign program.”
You nod your head, turning your attention back to the kid, who is happily bouncing with his candy. You smile, following him and his mom with your eyes as he excitedly drags her to a theater with a poster for an animated movie on the outside.
You and Donghyuck walk to the cashier, and it suddenly hits you how weird it is that only one cashier is working.
“Do you know what you want, y/n?”
“Oh I don’t know, I didn’t get anything last time I went.”
“What?” Donghyuck gasps. “No, we can’t be having that.”
You smile at his dramatic reaction, opening your mouth to defend yourself.
“Your friend is right Miss,” the cashier – a girl around your age – says, cutting you off with a warm smile. “I’ll give you one thing on the house.”
“Oh no, I couldn’t. Plus, we already have a-” you pause, trying to think of the word. You laugh quietly at yourself as nothing seems to come to mind. Note to self, English lessons are not good for Korean. “Thing. We have a thing.”
Donghyuck laughs with you, and you’re happy to see the cashier chuckling softly as well. But you’re pretty sure that’s because of Donghyuck’s contagious laugh.“And thank you for that, but we're getting you something.”
He turns his attention back to the cashier. “I don’t mind paying for it, thank you for the offer though.”
She smiles warmly at him, waving her hands in front of her. “No, we have to right this wrong. And if I have to personally pay for this one thing, so be it.”
Donghyuck nods his head dramatically, and without turning to look at you, says. “You heard the lady, pick your item or have it picked for you.”
You bring your attention to the cashier, still in disbelief at the sudden team-up. But when you meet her eyes, she simply nods her head at you, warm smile still spread across her face.
“I never said I wouldn’t get anything,” you mumble, looking down at the display case in defeat. After a quick scan of the contents in the case, you look back up at the cashier. “Can I have something with chocolate, please? I don’t know what most of these are.”
She nods her head, already moving to open the case. “One thing with chocolate coming right up.”
“Good job, y/n, I knew you could do it,” Donghyuck says, patting your back in mock congratulations.
“Let me tell you something Lee Donghyuck.” You whack his arm away from you, pointing at him for dramatic effect. “I don’t like losing, and you can ask Mark about this. I’ll get you back for this.”
He smirks, pushing your finger away from him. “If this is what you call losing, I’m excited to see how you ‘get me back.’”
---
Donghyuck hadn’t meant to lie, not at first. As dramatic as he was, he never lied; it was a personal pet peeve of his.
But after spending a lot of time with you touring the campus and sitting through boring introductions, he had learned that you were pretty self-sufficient.
And by that, he meant you never let him pay for things.
Whenever he tried to buy you a drink from the coffee shop by the auditorium, you always paid for yourself. And whenever he just surprised you with a treat of some kind, you’d either show up the next day with a surprise of your own.
He found it the strangest thing.
And so, he took it upon himself to get you to let him pay for something. At first, he just tried the simple “don’t worry about paying me back, I don’t mind” trick. But you always insisted that you would pay next time or just shove cash at him.
He was about to give up, he had been trying ever since he met you to buy you something and had yet to succeed.
It wasn’t until he was looking at the tickets to a nearby museum that it hit him. If he wasn’t actually paying for it, you couldn’t pay him back. He also realized that if he said everything was paid for by the school, it would be suspicious. It was now a game of picking and choosing.
When he got the advertisement for the movie, he knew it would be the perfect place to try out his new plan.
At first, he felt bad about lying, and when he thought of telling you he did it all for some stupid challenge he made up, he felt plain dumb.
Then he saw how excited you were when you agreed to go to the movies with him, and any thought of telling you disappeared.
He knows offering to pay for dinner might have been too much, especially if he told you he lied about the school paying for it. But when you said you hadn’t been to the movies in a long time, he wanted to make it special for you.
A lifetime of not lying can excuse this one time, especially if it’s for a good cause.
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Sorry that took so long! I had exams and writers block working against me. Anyways, thank you to @pastelsicheng for helping me edit this!
I would love to know what you thought about this and I hope you all have a great day/night!
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