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bestiesenpai · 2 years

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serial killer getou

Quick thanks to my friend that sent me this when I asked for inspo💖 also spoiler I changed it up…the call might be coming from inside the house if you catch my drift

My google search history is fucked too lol. Warning this contains a brief graphic description of murder. Quite a happy ending tho and gender neutral hehe :) happy halloween

It was like clockwork, every night. Coming into his shift at the 24-hour cafe, Getou scoped out the customers. When he arrived at his usual time, 8pm, there were few people right for the picking. Couples, groups of friends - never anyone alone, and if there was, they usually got to-go orders. But as the hours ticked by, his selection got better.

Lone, sleep deprived students were usually the first ones to come in at around 11pm for a quick fix as they poured over their studies. Next were the people going home from a night out, sometimes too drunk to make heads or tails of themselves or what they wanted to order. And at the crest of the lonely hours, when there was only one person in the shop, that’s when Getou would be able to make his move.

It was truly a shame the cafe didn’t have cameras, that the owners were two old grandparents who could barely work a register anymore. They should be more careful, Getou always thought as he dragged his unsuspecting victim into the backrooms. He always got them the same way, drugging their drink of choice and watching them become delusional and weak.

Sometimes, he’d have to wait and work up to taking someone, learn their patterns and see what they did. Others, he was able to move right in and take them without even a single thought. And as the heavy door would close behind him, Getou would get a rush of adrenaline unlike any other.

The knife he kept tucked in his waistband would itch him like crazy as he stood over his victims, watching as they always tried to fight through the haze in their mind to stop him from what he was about to do. Liking to switch it up, sometimes Getou would slash their clothes off before dismemberment - maybe he’d cut out their tongue and eyes before slashing their throats.

Whatever he chose to do, it was always washed away and cleaned up before morning. Taking the body with him when he left, he would deposit the pieces in different dumpsters. Never dumping at the same place twice, he would leave the police stumped as to who was actually doing these crimes.

The familiar ding of the door as someone walked in at 3:30am immediately caught Getous attention. It was a slow night tonight, not that he needed to kill someone every shift, but it was a bit unusual. Seeing you saunter in with a slightly intoxicated swing to your hips and a confident look on your face had a smirk going across Getou’s face.

“How can I help you?” He let out a smooth drawl when you got within earshot, ear twitching with excitement when you slapped your hand on the counter.

“O-one chai latte!” A little hiccup caught in your throat and you giggled at it, sliding your hand away to reveal a crisp twenty. Getou could smell a light scent of alcohol on you and grinned even more; this would be too easy.

“Isn’t this a little much for just a latte?” He teased, ringing you up. His brow quirked up when you didn’t take your change.

“Keep it! Got more where that came from!” Pulling away one side of your jacket, you revealed a band of rolled up bills bound by a few rubber bands.

“Impressive.” Getou actually was impressed. He’d only seen money held like that in TV shows. Muttering something unintelligible, you nodded and took a few steps back, checking your phone idly. Pocketing the rest of your change, Getou set to work on making your latte, putting his secret ingredient inside as well.

“Here you are.” Sliding it across the counter at you, Getou smiled with his teeth showing as you took a healthy swig.

“This is really good! Who knew it’d hit the spot so late at night?” Giving him a thumbs up, you tucked your phone away and took another sip. “Hey, is it always this dead in here?”

“At 3 in the morning? Yeah, I’d say so.”

“Right…” Nodding to yourself like you were deep in thought, you spun around in a slow circle and looked at all the decor. It was quite simple, very reminiscent of the people that owned the shop with muted colors and a lot of cushions everywhere. A few well taken care of plants dotted the space and some hand painted pictures in frames covered some empty spaces.

You and Getou made idle chit chat as you sipped your drink, talking about this and that and fluttering from topic to topic. Getou found it nice to talk to you; despite his sinister intentions, he thought you were pleasant, and maybe someone he could make it into a friend.

Oh well.

He watched you like a hawk for any subtle hints that the sedative was working. He knew the alcohol in your system would make it work much quicker and it was only a matter of time. The signs started to show before he knew it: slurred words, loosening grip on your cup and buckling knees. Walking around the counter, he put a delicate hand on your shoulder.

“Are you okay?” He asked, taking your cup and putting it down. Your eyelids fluttered as you looked up at him, and there was a no slurred into the sound you made. “Here, follow me.” Letting you lean against him, he guided you to the fated backroom. A sick smile washed over him as he opened the heavy door and let you in before he did. Flicking on the light, he stood before you with such glee his fingers shook.

“Where are we?” Leaning against a stack of sugar, you looked around, unable to focus on anything.

“Your final resting place.” Right as he untucked his knife, you completely snapped out of your stupor. Standing up straight and clearing your throat, there was an unnerving air of confidence around you that made Getou hesitate. “What’re you-”

“You’ve got no idea how long I’ve been trying to find you.” Giddily clapping your hands, you stuck one out for him to shake. “Name’s (Y/N), I’m a bit of a…” You giggled at what you were about to say. “A bit of a black widow.” The name the media gave you was so silly, you couldn’t help but find it funny.

“What the fuck.” Loosening his grip on the knife, Getou cautiously shook your hand, watching you bounce on your heels and laugh some more. “Who- what the-” This wasn’t how Getou imagined this to go at all. Looking you up and down, he wasn’t sure if this was real or he had somehow taken the drug as well.

“Don’t look so surprised! You’re not the only one that can kill people!” Playfully slapping his shoulder, you motioned to his knife. “Although, I prefer to do it a different way. Never was a fan of doing manual labor.” That made him snort and put the knife away; he never considered there’d be different classes of how to kill people.

“Yeah? How do you do it?”

“What’d you put in my drink? A few benzo’s, right?” Getou nodded, a little embarrassed he’d been found out so easily. Fishing something out of an inner pocket in your jacket, you produced a small bag of white powder. “Well this is what I use. Ketamine mostly, mixed with a few other things.”

“How do you even get that stuff?” He’d tried to get it, tried to make connections, but it proved too difficult for him. The bag you had was an impressive size, even though it was rather small. Getou’s mind raced with the possibilities of what he could do with it.

“I have my ways.” Winking at him, you tucked it back and flashed him your rolled up bills. “How d’ya think I got this?” Sharing a brief laugh, Getou opened up the backroom door, letting you out and going to sit down at a table. There wasn’t another soul in sight, the streets were starkly empty and there was a light fog in the air.

“So how many bodies do you have?” He asked as he took a seat.

“Take a look for yourself.” Pulling something up on your phone, you slid it over to him. There on the screen in big, bold letters, were the words ‘BLACK WIDOW CLAIMS 25TH VICTIM’. Seeing his brows raise made another laugh come from you, and you took your phone away briefly before showing him a set of photos.

“Woah.” Getou’s eyes were huge as he looked over them. They were all pictures of your victims, blue-gray tinge to the skin, no life in their eyes. Some were sitting naked in bathtubs, a few with half buttoned suit jackets face down on plush rugs - the amount of different scenarios was nearly overwhelming.

Sitting back in your seat, you had a smug look on your face. You showed him a few pictures of the things you’d taken as well: jewelry, clothes, designer goods and of course any cash they had. Resting his head in his palm, Getou was fascinated by you. It’s not every day you meet another killer, and one that was entertaining to boot.

“So where do I come into all of this?” Harkening back to your previous statement about trying to find him, Getou was interested in whatever plan you had up your sleeve. Instantly sitting upright in your chair, you fixed him with a deranged smile.

“Let’s partner up.” Your statement made him chuckle, but he didn’t immediately turn it down.

“How so?”

“Well, I’ve been looking to go a little further with my endeavors, if you catch my drift. A couple people have been hounding me about some silly organ trafficking business and I simply refuse to get my hands dirty.” Your face changed to one of disgust and a shiver went down your spine.

“What’s in it for me?” Leaning forward as well, the space between the two of you was dwindling.

“You get a generous cut of course! I’m nothing if not a good business partner!” You slapped a hand over your heart for emphasis. “They said if I can get them 5 bodies in a week they’ll give me 25,000 and split between the two of us…well, that’s just easy money if you ask me.”

“What if it’s not money I want?” Tilting his head, Getou watched your face change. It was true, he didn’t kill for any monetary gain; he killed because he loved it. It brought him an endorphin rush that had yet to be beat.

“If you think I’m going to sleep with you, you’ve got another thing coming.” Well, that’s not what he was expecting you to say. Getou’s hand slipped out from under him and his neck snapped up.

“What makes you think I want that!” He shouted in embarrassment, cheeks heating up a bit.

“Well what am I supposed to think?!” You cried back, laughing breathlessly. “With the face you were giving me, I didn’t know what was going on in that head!” Slapping his hands on his cheeks, Getous blush got worse at the prospect he might have been giving you sex eyes.

“I was just messing around!”

“Good! Cause as hot as you are, we just met! What if you’re some serial killer?” Laughing at your own joke, you laughed even more when Getou started to chuckle.

“That’s true, you’ve got to be careful of strangers.” Finally feeling his face cool down, Getou looked at you again. “Speaking of serial killers, how’d you find out about me?” He always worked alone and made sure to cover every square inch of his tracks. There wasn’t a single thing Getou left to chance.

“When body parts start to appear out of thin air, people get to talking. No one knew it was you, it’s all speculation out there, but if you know who to talk to you can find out anything. For instance, I was able to find out what the victims had in their stomachs before they died and went around a shit ton of coffee shops.”

“Is that how you knew I used benzo’s?”

“Mhmm! I was able to build up quite a tolerance too.” Having a police toxicologist wrapped around your finger certainly helped the matter. They were able to tell you a lot of other things, but you didn’t want to bore him with the details.

“So, when do we start?” Getou was eager to learn more, get more involved in this underground network.

“Enthusiastic, I like it.” Picking up your phone, you handed it to him. “Gimme your number and we’ll make something happen.” You didn’t have to tell him twice. Quickly punching in his number, Getou watched you take your phone back and put it into your pocket. Standing up slowly, you stretched and let out a soft groan.

“Leaving so soon?” Was it desperate to admit that he didn’t want you to leave?

“I’m tired!” Taking a quick glance at the clock, Getou saw it was pushing 4:15am. “I have to get home and take a shower, maybe stop by 7-11.” Following your lead, Getou stood up as well and walked you to the door.

“Get home safe, I hear there’s a serial killer running loose.” A proud smile spread across his face as Getou got you to laugh.

“Oh of course, thank you for the concern.” Stopping right before you stepped out, you turned over your shoulder to look at him. “I’ll give you a call later, probably around 2? And we can work out all the details then. Maybe grab lunch somewhere that won’t try to kill me.” Giving him a brief wave, you stepped out onto the street. “Have a good night, Suguru.”

“You too.” Waving you off, he walked back behind the counter, recounting the interactions you had. Riding on a high, something caught his attention that alarmed him greatly. He’d put his name in your phone as Getou, and that’s what it said on his nametag as well. “How’d they know my name is Suguru?”

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erodasfishtacos · 2 years

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Imagining grumpy harry carrying willow into the office and she’s saying hi to everyone she passed and waving at them meanwhile Harry’s giving them all death glares 😭

A Little Curious

Harry is nearly dead on his feet, Ivy and Noli both have stomach bugs that Willow was lucky enough not to get so he decided to take her to work to get her out of the house for a bit.

The other two had been up all night with YN and Harry getting no sleep as they ran warm baths and had long cuddles with the two sick ones.

Willow had been the only chipper and bubbly one on the house, with a full night sleep under her belt, and ready for the day.

As we know, Harry doesn’t expose much of his private life and does not bring his personal life to work as much as he can help it.

That means that the employees of the skyscraper don’t know pretty much anything, none even know Magnolia exists or even Willow for that matter.

Most of the times when the babies came in, it was with YN carrying them up to his private office and barely anyone knew who YN was so she slid under the radar for most of the lower level employees - only higher ups knowing her.

Harry forgot his coffee on the kitchen counter and so before they went up to his office, he queued in the long Starbucks line in the lobby of the building.

He ignored all his employees curious gazes as they walked past him, some never getting used to the fact that they’re looking at a billionaire.

Not to mention, the baby on his hip was wearing an outfit more expensive than what most people made in a paycheck.

A unzips navy blue puffer with the iconic GG **, a red and navy gucci dress**, with matching navy tights, and little loafers ***.

Willow had a binkie clips to her dress, which she had popped between her full lips, as she rested her head on her father’s shoulder as he carried her in from the chilly morning.

Wren was running a bit behind but she was craving a chai tea latte and decides it’s worth the long queue from the register to nearly the elevators.

She’s half distracted by her phone before she notices how tall, broad, slim but fit that man was in front of her - in a well tailored suit that hugged his muscular figure and he had a fiery red headed baby on his hip who was looking around with wide hazel eyes. **

When the man moves his head to the side to whisper something in the toddler’s ear, she gets a good glance at his profile and realizes it’s her boss of all people.

It was such an oxymoron, to see the harden, ruthless man who had no sympathy for others and seemingly enjoyed to watch people cry have the sweetness, prettiest little baby on his hip.

Her heart ached for a second, she couldn’t imagine how hard it must to be to have a father as awful as him as she knows him as a person.

Wren is just imaging how much he must yell at his little girl at home, make her redo something until it’s perfect, and never find her good enough.

“Daddy,” The red-head lisps, letting her pacifier fall from her mouth, her hand coming to pat his cheek and keeping her chubby hand there as he turns to look at her again.

“Yes?” He murmurs, his voice raspy and thick with seemingly tiredness as he gazes at his daughter.

“Cakepop,” She states with a questioning edge, pointing towards the display case that a little ways up in front of them.

“You want a cakepop? S’too early for sweets, lil’ red,” Harry replies, his tattooed hand with a flashy wedding band glinting from his ring finger coming up to sweep a stray curl off her forehead, “How about I get you an apple juice and bagel? We can come back down for one at lunch time.”

The girl considers it before giving her father a dazzling, baby toothed smile and agreeing easily with him, “Thanks, daddy.”

The manners she uses makes the CEO’s eyes visibly soften, melting into something sweeter, as he leans in and kisses her nose, “Always give you anything, my love.”

And….

What?

Willow runs her small hands through his curls, tugs a bit on his necklace, and let’s drool from her pacifier coat his shoulder as they wait - Harry doesn’t do anything besides whisper softly to her.

“Sucha good girl.”

“Gonna see Granny Dor?”

“Love you so much, my little heart.”

“So patient. Waiting so nicely with your daddy.”

It’s all…it’s not fake or acting, Wren can tell that because she knows the CEO is completely unaware that she’s spying on them.

And Willow, she’s learned is her name, is genuinely enthralled with her father - gifting him throaty baby laughs when he smacks a loud kiss on her chubby cheek.

They’re nearly to the front when Willow’s gaze falls on Wren over her father’s shoulder, Wren is startled when they make eye contact.

The toddler gives her a squinty smile, says with a bit of a lisp, “Hi!”

Wren doesn’t know whether or not she’s allowed to talk to the baby, Harry turns his head to watch the interaction.

She doesn’t realized she’s ignored the toddler until Willow’s smile fades with being disregarded, which Harry will not stand for.

Wren’s heart jumps in her chest when Harry speaks to her directly, tone sharp and unforgiving“Are you not going to say hi to her?”

“Hi-hi,” Wren stumbles out dumbly, “What’s your name?”

That seemed like a pretty normal, appropriate question.

“M’Willow,” The girl replies, smile returning and she then adds, “This is m’daddy.”

“Oh, well it’s nice to meet you. I like your dress,” Wren totally recognizes this toddler is already worth more than what she’ll ever make in her life.

“M’daddy picked it,” Willow responds, looking at her father for encouragement when Wren realizes he’s looking at her without an amusement or warmth, just a tight lips expression.

“Right, darling,” Harry agrees before turning back as they step up to the register, “Venti Mocha Latte, two shots of espresso please. An apple juicebox, plain bagel with cream cheese, and a cookies & creme cakepop.”

Willow squeaks with excitement, asking excitedly, “My cakepop?”

“Mhm,” Harry smiles softly at his daughter, “Don’t tell mumma you got a sweet this early or m’gonna get in trouble.”

Wren couldn’t imagine Harry having anyone willing to stand up to him.

As they wait for their orders, Willow goes on to greet nearly everyone who walks by her with a wave and a squeaky ‘hi!’.

Harry is just glaring at all of his employees who are too busy bullshitting and drinking coffees on his dime but whenever Willow looks back at him for approval - his face instantly becomes softer and disgustingly fond.

When they’re handed their bag, Willow instantly goes for the cakepop but Harry gently tucks the paper bag into the diaper bag swung over his other shoulder that Wren just notices. ***

“You have to have a few bites of bagel first and the apple slices mumma packed,” Harry informs her as he fits the cardboard protector over his cup.

“No no no,” Willow protests very seriously, trying to reach for her treat but Harry carefully catches her hand.

“Hey, be kind please,” Harry reminds her, quite fucking ironically it Wren had a say because he is the furthest thing from it, “Need to listen to y’daddy, Low.”

Willow, in typical two year old behavior, begins to blubber noncommittally as Harry hikes her up a bit from where she was slipping down - a few eyes glance over at them.

Harry narrows his eyes at the onlookers, snapping out “Never heard a fuckin’ baby cry?” before he’s striding off towards the elevators and all the employees startled.

Wow, that was…interesting.

Later on, around three, Wren happens to be in the lobby once again to pick up a delivery of a computer part when she spots the CEO.

He’s done much earlier than his usual, stepping out of the elevators and his heeled boots clicking against the marbled floor.

The little red head is completely passed out, splayed against his chest with her nose tucked against his neck with that same paci inbetween her lips, her hand grasps onto the expensive fabric of his suit jacket.

Harry is holding her from under her bum with one arm while impressively carrying the diaper bag and his suitcase with the other.

Wren still thought, knew, he was an asshole but at least he seemed like a good dad.

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lebrookestore · 3 years

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four years, one night

Pairing: Ten Lee x female reader

Themes: SLOWBURN, best friends to lovers, player! ten, fuckboy! ten, fluff, humour, angst, sexual tension, college au, some talk about music

Warnings: angst, cursing, mentions of sex (?kinda), ten is kind of an asshole, reader calls herself a dumb bitch, bittersweet ending, three kisses, kissing, gets a little spicy in one scene but that’s about it, PG15

WC: 10.8k

Playlist: Dream Launch by Wayv, Never let you go by AleXa, Illicit Affairs by Taylor Swift, Young again by Morgan Evans, Without You by NCT U, The Tempest by Beethoven (this looks so out of place eye-)

Taglist: @danishmiilk @channoticedmeuwu @1-800-seo @sweetlyjaem @badwithten @blueprint-han @chicksung

Summary: Ten was a fickle person, he jumped from one person to another, breaking hearts, and getting his own heart broken. The one person who had to pick it up every time? You, of course, and it was exhausting, especially when you had to watch.

day break [ extra piece based in this universe ]

A/n: hello! this fic is very much self indulgent, but i love it so much. I spent most of the last week working on it and half of it is me simping, and I hope you enjoy it. Thank you to @chicksung for beta reading and helping me throughout writing this. As always, feedback would be very much appreciated!

‘I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong’- Lemony Snicket

A loud slam of the door made you flinch, shutting your eyes in exasperation as you knew what was to come. The same thing over and over again, you were used to it. Honestly, it was nothing new, but his stupidity, the obvious was in front of him, but did he listen? Of course, he didn’t.

A figure walked into the room, a mop of messy black hair with brown highlights adorning his head. It was pretty long at this point, his bangs reaching his eyes. Those damning eyes, melting pools of chocolate brown that seemed to bore into your soul. Those eyes looked remorsefully at you now, as he plopped down next to you, wrapping his arms around your midriff and burying his face in your back.

You sighed. “Again?”, you asked, running your fingers through his hair as he hummed a response. “Again”, he repeated, confirming your suspicions. He looked up, his eyes meeting yours.

You hated his eyes.

He managed to make you do anything for him with just a look. They were undoubtedly your weakness, when they looked sad, or when they upturned into a smile, that instantly brightened your day.

“I can’t seem to get it right can I?”, he asked, searching your eyes as if you had all the answers to his turbulent love life. You scoffed, “You couldn’t have been serious about that chick, Ten, you met her three weeks ago, and she was simply a rebound for you” “Thanks for the support”

“I’m being real, not supportive”

He rolled his eyes, pouting. “But I liked her”, he whined. You gave him a pointed look, “Please, You just wanted someone to be with, if not to fu-” “Oh my god, shut up”

You smirked, turning your attention back to your laptop, where the essay you had been trying to write glared back at you.

“I just want someone who understands me”, Ten continued, still looking at you. You looked at him.

I understand you, you thought, I’m here

Ten had always been like this, he jumped from girl to girl, getting his heart broken several times because he was too forgiving with it. He wanted to love, he had always romanticized the idea. Honestly, you thought he needed love too, but he was going down all the wrong paths.

And you had to be there every single time to pick up the pieces.

“I know”, you said half-heartedly, biting your lower lip. He propped his chin upon his fist, observing you and your concentrated look. You typed away, desperately wanting to be done with this paper, one you had been working on for about three days.

“Do you think I’ll ever do something right?”, he asked. You froze, pushing down what you wanted to say. It was hard, having to deal with Ten's endeavors of the heart’ as he called them. The right term would be- doing random shit and breaking girls' hearts', but of course, he refused that catchy title. Sighing, you shut your laptop, knowing you wouldn’t get anything done now that he was in a mood.

“You haven’t done anything wrong” “Haven’t done anything right either”

You took his face in your hands, “You haven’t done anything wrong, you’re amazing, now stop moping, I’m ordering pizza”

He pulled away from you, sitting up properly. “Can I stay over?”, he asked hopefully. You clicked your tongue, looking at him with an annoyed expression. “Don’t you have your dorm?” “My roommate said he has a girl over, and I kinda want to sleep, thanks” You rolled your eyes, but nodded, picking up your phone and walking into the other room to order.

You heard laughter and looked back to see the boy laughing at something on his phone. Probably a cat meme, or something of the sort. You admired his side profile for a minute, the slope of his nose, the way his eyes shone. He was okay, you supposed, annoying, but okay. No matter how much he tried to justify it, he didn’t care for the girl who broke up with him. He was just fine right now, and had moved on from the topic pretty quickly, and was already smiling.

You also hated his smile. Infuriatingly adorable, one smile would make you want to smile back. You hated it with every ounce of your being, the effect he had on you.

You hated Ten Lee.

Scratch that, you didn’t hate the poor boy, you just, despised him?

Nope, you were close friends.

Ironic isn’t it? You had met Ten at a party, where the Dance major was having a lot of fun. You hadn’t seen him before but had heard of him. The boy who jumped from girl to girl as easy as one, two, three. You had no intention of even talking to him, you were content in a dark corner, with a drink.

Nothing ever goes your way.

The meeting was by chance, he was dared to ask you to dance, you declined, he persisted giving you those puppy eyes. After glaring at him, he sighed, explaining it was a dare, and that he didn’t want to make a fool of himself, and before you knew what was happening, you were awkwardly swaying along to the music with him.

He, regrettably, stuck with you for the rest of the evening, and you ending up liking his company, to the extent where you invited him over the next day for pizza.

The pizza situation turned out to be a thing between the two of you, a tradition of sorts. He would come over with candy, in an oversized sweatshirt looking illegally adorable, you would supply the blankets, and movie nights would begin.

He had a sweet smile and sparkly eyes, which made you question if this was the guy who broke hearts, who was a player. He was like a puppy, it confused you to no end.

“Miss L/n?”, your professor asked, raising an eyebrow at your spaced out figure. Startling, you blinked rapidly, cringing at the situation you had put yourself in. “Sorry”, you apologized, focusing back on the textbook in front of you. You were majoring in Psychology, and while you love the subject, the teacher didn’t like you very much, probably because you had been so distracted the past few weeks, and you hadn’t done particularly well in the midterms.

Needless to say, you were stressed.

The class got over quickly, and you walked out of the lecture hall, deciding to get some coffee before your next class. The cafe was a well-loved one visited by almost every student, and was famous for its chai-lattes, so much so that others also visited it, and not just the students.

Turning towards the on-campus cafe, you spotted Ten already there. His glasses sat at the edge of his nose, giving him an oddly studious look, which was almost laughable. He stood there, holding two cups of coffee, eyes lighting up as he spotted you.

Ten Lee was going to be the death of you.

You walked up to him, taking the coffee which he handed to you, “What do you want?”, you asked suspiciously, taking a sip of the bittersweet drink. You noted the fact he had gotten your favorite, which only worsened the feeling of butterflies in the pit of your stomach. He looked mock offended, and grinned at you, “Nothing!”, he said, “Just wanted to see you”

You rolled your eyes in an attempt to thwart your initial reaction, beginning to walk back to the main campus, for your psych class. Ten walked beside you, holding his sketchbook in his right hand, and coffee in the left.

“Okay, um actually-”

“You want something don’t you?” “I need a reference model”, he said, “So, Y/n, could you please-”

“Oh my god no”, you said, without even letting the poor boy finish, “Last time this happened it ended up with a pain fight and my sweater destroyed.”

“I said I was sorry!”, he semi shrieked, “And this time I need it for a project worth half my grade.”

Sighing, you but your lower lip, nodded tentatively, to which he let out an almost inhuman sound of appreciation, “When are you free?”

“Tomorrow?”

“Nah, I have a date”

You blinked in surprise, and he smiled sheepishly. “Eun-hae asked me out and I said yes so”

“Of course you did”, you muttered bitterly, “You broke up with that other one yesterday”

He seemingly chose to ignore you, “Sunday?”

You nodded and took another sip of the drink you held. He smiled, his eyes forming those endearing crescents that you loved, or hated, depending on what you were going for.

“Thank you, Love you”, he called out, jogging away to his class. You watched him run-walk away, almost dropping his sketchbook. Shaking your head in amusement, you smiled somewhat sadly.

“No”, you whispered, “You don't”

You didn’t know exactly when you fell for Ten, only that it happened suddenly and you couldn’t deny it. He was idiotic, on many levels, but he was sweet and was there for you when you needed it.

He was a dance major, and an art minor, talented in both these aspects. You had seen him dance, it seemed like his body moved with the music, it told a story every time. He would illustrate emotion with his dancing. He did that with his art too, each stroke equivalent to a sentence from a story.

Anyone could tell he loved both of them.

You let out a frustrated sound, bending down to pick up the pen you had dropped. You were in your apartment, trying to finish an essay that was due the next day. You longingly glanced at your keyboard, the one instrument that you loved.

Well actually, you loved the piano, but you couldn’t haul your piano from back home to your apartment that you had rented out for your college years, and so you settled for a keyboard. You had loved music ever since you were little, instruments making its way in and out of your house. Your jazz phase consisted of saxophones, and you played the guitar for a bit too. You even picked up the drums for a while, insisting that it made you cooler (because every thirteen year old needed that validation), but you settled back to piano eventually.

You took part in competitions and such, sometimes singing along with your playing as well.

But you couldn’t afford to even think about playing, until you finished your assignments, which were all marked. They were extensive projects that made you want to scream at times. You didn’t care what Shakespeare meant, nor did you want to conduct a survey about emotions.

Turning the page of your textbook, you switched tabs to your next resource, ready to jot down more notes for the essay, when you saw a notification at the bottom right of your laptop, which was an email. You clicked on it and let it open.

Your eyes widened, gaping slightly at the screen as you read the email.

To: y/[email protected]

From: [email protected]

Good morning/evening,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into The Royal School Of Music on a scholarship. We have received your application and are impressed by your talent and dedication. Please send us a follow-up email within a month's time to confirm your attendance at our institution.

TRSOM

You grabbed your phone, texting your mother about the scholarship, shaking in happiness. It had been your dream to get into the Royal school, but you had initially applied to it on a whim, not really expecting to get in.

You swiped through your contacts, ready to call Ten, who was regrettably your best friend, to inform him of the good news, until you realized-

The school was in another country altogether.

While you knew Ten would be ecstatic about the fact you got it, you had known each other for four years, the entirety of your college career, and leaving for the school would be a bit of a shock. It was definitely not the fact that telling the boy you loved you were potentially never going to see him again that was deterring you from telling him.

You placed your phone back down, telling yourself you would deal with that later, reminding yourself you had an essay to finish.

Ten tapped his finger impatiently on the table, trying to figure out a way to get out of this date. Initially, the girl he was out with, Eun Hae by name, seemed nice, but as time went on, it was clear she had no personality.

Now, Ten wasn’t one to judge immediately. He tried to give her a chance, smiling and indulging in the bland conversation, he smiled and complimented her, and was sweet. It was going fine for a first date until of course, she suggested they share a fruit salad.

There were about fifteen other salads on the godforsaken menu, but no, she had to choose a fruit salad, above everything else.

Ten was not having it.

He excused himself, muttering something about an assignment, and went to the restroom of the restaurant, pulling out his phone and searching for your contact, clicking on it.

[8:39 pm] 10: y/n

[8:39 pm]10: my precious friend

[8:39 pm] n/n : what now

[8:40 pm]10: I need help

[8:40 pm] n/n: I refuse

[8:40 pm] 10: I am ofFENDED

[8:40 pm]10: please my date is making me eat fruit

[8:40 pm] n/n: sounds like a you problem

[8:40 pm] 10: I am quivering in fear and this is how you react

[8:40 pm] n/n: I have three assignments to finish

[8:41 pm] 10: I’ll take you for ice cream

[8:41 pm] n/n: deal

[8:41 pm] 10: why has our friendship been reduced to bribery

[8:41 pm] n/n stfu or I won't come and save you

[8:41 pm] 10: I LOVE YOU

He quickly sent you his location and put his phone back, getting back to the table and smiling as realistically as he could at the girl opposite him, who was still going on about one of her friends and their doings, while he tried to look as interested as possible.

“So, should we order-”

Right at that moment, you walked in, hair tousled because of the wind and a disgruntled expression on your face. He made an attempt not to smile at your appearance, ignoring the warm feeling he got on seeing you.

You looked around spotting him and storming over, “Ten Lee, what the fuck are you doing here”, you asked, ignoring the girl that sat right opposite him, mock angrily. He caught on, staring at you in bewilderment, noting the hint of amusement in your eyes, “How dare you to do this to me!”

“I-”

“Um, who are you?”, the girl asked, seemingly offended that you had interrupted their date.

You scoffed, displaying all your acting abilities in their full potential, “Who am I? Who are you?”

She blinked in confusion, and Ten used every bit of willpower he had to prevent him from bursting out into laughter. “I’m his date?”

“Un-fucking-believable”, you said, “Ten Lee how could you?”

At this point, Ten was invested in whatever lie you had somehow come up with to get him out of this date. It seemed like you had an entire explanation for it, either that or you were taking the opportunity to scream at him. Both seemed valid.

“How dare you lead this poor girl on!”, you continued, taking a turn, making the girl look scared, “You didn’t tell her did you?” “Tell me what?”, she asked anxiously, leaning forward. You fought to keep your straight face on seeing Ten lean forward too, apparently interested in whatever abomination he committed.

“He’s gay”, you said with as straight a face as possible, which was hard considering the girl looked so embarrassed, you could see her face go red. Your best friend looked at you incredulously, almost as embarrassed as his ‘date’ was, and mildly amused.

“Now, if you’ll excuse us, I’ll be taking him”, you stated, grabbing Ten’s hand and taking him along with you, out of the restaurant and onto the streets.

“You really-” “Ice cream”, you demanded, smirking at his obvious embarrassment. He gaped at your indignance, but nodded, “At least you got me out of there”

“I’m an actress”

“Fuck off”

“Finals are in two weeks, I still come help and this is how to repay me? Ungrateful”

The two of you took Ten’s car to the Ice cream shop, leaning on the hood as you ate your ice cream, with Ten occasionally stealing bites. You smacked his hand away, glaring at his as he tried to take another.

“I’m literally the one paying for it”, he argued.

“This is payment for saving your ass”, you retorted. He slung an arm around you, ignoring you and taking his phone out, scrolling through Instagram. You leaned into him, the scent of your shampoo making its way to him. There was that warm feeling again, and he didn’t like it one bit.

Deep down, he knew what it was, but he was too much of a coward to ever try, or even take a chance with it, because he wasn’t one for commitment, and even though he had thought about it, he was, as much as he hated to admit it, scared.

“So can I get another scoop?”

“You have assignments to finish”

THREE WEEKS TO GRADUATION

The lilting tune played through your apartment, your fingers running across the ivory keys in fervor. They clicked and clacked ever so often, which was the one thing you hated about keyboards. The keys weren’t as firm as an upright piano, giving the music an annoying clickity noise.

Most of the time, you could ignore it, but today you were tired, and this piece was particularly difficult. For some reason, you were having trouble playing the accessories, and keeping the piece in time. You played that part over and over again, but it wouldn’t work.

You switched off the metronome in annoyance, you stared at the music sheet in front of you, trying to figure out how the fuck you should play the piece. Your door clicked, and you did your best to curb your annoyance at the fact someone was interrupting your practise time, no matter how hard the piece was.

Like all keyboards, yours was smaller than an actual piano, and looked very out of place in your apartment, which was warmly decorated with all sorts of trinkets and such. One of Ten’s sweatshirts was thrown on the sofa, and for some unknown reason there were three candles sitting on your table.

It was confusion incarnate, to say the least.

You heard the door click, and a girl walked in, smiling at you. It was the only other person other than Ten who had the key to your apartment, Angie. She was shorter than you, but only by a little bit, had a fringe and brown eyes. She was pretty, and easy to talk to, which was probably what drew you to her in the first place.

“Hey”, she greeted, seeing you on your keyboard, “Whatcha playin?”

“An andante”, you groaned, “Why are you here?”

“I have nowhere else to be”, he said bluntly, “Renjun’s at Doyoung’s place or something”, she pulled out her phone, “I’m just here to chill dude, continue playing, I finished two projects and my brain in dead”

Renjun was her boyfriend, who was on the Dance Team with Ten. The two were ridiculously cute, but due to the fact she now had a boyfriend, the two of you spent less time together. You were okay with it though, you understood.

“Isn’t Doyoung with his girlfriend?”, you asked, and she shook her head, “No, she’s at her Chinese class”

You nodded, going back to your piece, placing your fingers on the correct notes when-

SLAM

Your door opened and closed again, and you closed your eyes, praying to whatever God existed that one day, you would get to practise without interruptions. Ten trudged through throwing himself on the couch, next to Angie, who paid him no attention. “Hi”, he greeted you, and you glared, causing him to give you a look of confusion.

“What did I do now?”

“Not your fault, sorry, I’m not getting this piece”

He perked up, walking over to where you were, “Can I help?”, he asked, gesturing for you to move to the side of the piano stool so he could sit next to you. He studied the notes, as you looked at him, admiring his side profile, wondering how someone could be so pretty. He placed his hand on the keys, playing it. He made a mistake but in the place you had gotten. He got the part you were struggling right.

“Here, do this”, he explained, “The notes are after the third but before the fourth count, so you have to play it quickly”

You nodded, trying to play it, not quite getting it but it was getting there. He smiled, his eyes turning into crescents as he grinned at you.

You hated his smile.

It was infuriating, the fact that he always helped you, he was always there. You kept finding yourself falling for him more and more, and you didn’t want to, because you knew how Ten was, and it was making the whole ‘telling him about the acceptance into the music school’ a lot harder.

You thanked him, pushing him off the stool playfully so you could finish your practice session before going back to studying. He made a mock offended look, retreating to the couch next to Angie, who was engrossed in texting someone, presumably her boyfriend.

His hair was messed up, sticking up in different directions making him look ridiculously adorable. You shut down the keyboard, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to practice anymore with the both of them around. You went to sit next to Angie, but Ten’s entire presence seemed to be in your way.

“Move”

“No, I’m comfortable” “Chittaphon Leechaiya-”

“Yeah I’d like some chai”, Angie said mindlessly, causing the two of you to look at her in mild astonishment. She seemingly didn’t notice your gaping looks, still scrolling through whatever she was looking at.

“Did you just reduce me to tea?”, Ten asked.

Angie looked at him, mystified. “It seems so”, you mused. A slow smirk stretched across his lips. He propped himself up on his elbows, his too-long hair falling over his eyes

“I’m flattered”

“What?”

“Tea is hot. I’m hot”, he drawled, waiting for the two of your reactions to his statement.

You smacked him.

It was your designated pizza day, which meant Ten was at your place. He was currently in the kitchen getting something to drink and ordering the pizza while you sat alone in your living room.

You looked up at your laptop screen, going over the draft of the email you were to send back the The Royal School of Music. Your parents had been extremely proud of you for getting in, and had called you the other night to congratulate you. You heard footsteps, quickly shutting your laptop down, looking up at Ten who walked into your living room from the kitchen.

“Pizza will arrive in a bit”, he said, handing you your drink and plopping down next to you, “Movie?”

“Uh Bridge to Terabithia”, you spouted, taking a sip. You were supposed to be looking for a movie while he was gone, but instead had begun writing the email, so you spouted the name of one of your childhood favorites, that never failed to make you cry. He nodded and you opened Netflix, quickly searching the movie and pressing play.

Ten wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder as the two of you sat in silence. The movie played, and even though you had already watched it before, you still found yourself invested in it. Except you weren’t completely focusing. Ten was so close, his fingers brushing against your hips, his breath near your neck. It felt right, like you were supposed to be like this.

That was the thing, it never felt wrong when you were with Ten, it was like you were exactly where you were supposed to be. Except of course for the fact he wasn’t yours. You knew how Ten was, he was the heartbreaker, and you were the one who was always there to pick up the pieces. Still it was nice to pretend that he was yours, because that was all you could do.

Pretend.

He kept talking about how he wanted someone who understood him, who he could be with, not just some stupid fling. He kept repeating the same thing again and again, and it frustrated you to no end, because you understood him and you were right there, but he never saw you. He would flirt with you, he would do everything and yet, he would never even think of you.

You leaned into him subconsciously, biting your lower lip as you stared at the screen in anticipation. He started playing with your hair, twirling it around his fingers, his hot breath on your neck making hard for you to fully concentrate on the movie.

You hated the effect he had on you, he had barely even done anything, but had still managed to make you nervous. He pulled you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Are you even watching?”, you asked, semi breathlessly, “Yes”, he responded, “But I want to cuddle.” You couldn’t argue with that logic, so you relaxed into his embrace, as much as you could. “You’re warm”, he murmured against your skin, looking back up at the screen and humming a random tune. “I’m hungry”

“I think I have some M&M’s on the counter”, you mused, “I’ll go get them”, you jumped at the chance to get up and get away from Ten, who was positively driving you crazy at this point. However, your grand plan was cut short when he refused, “I can go get it”, he made a move to get up.

“Sit down idiot-”, you said, pushing him off you, but accidentally tripped over yourself, falling back into his embrace. He laughed, hands falling to your waist to make sure you didn’t fall. “Graceful”, he snickered, and you glared at him. “I hate you”, you grumbled, “You love me”, he teased, making you almost fall again.

Except this time, his face was dangerously close to yours, and you just stared at him, your mind going blank. His arms were still around you, preventing you from falling. His eyes fluttered down to your lips for a second before he looked back up. He opened his mouth to say something but-

RING

The doorbell rang, startling the two of you out of your trance. You pulled away from Ten, shakily walking over to the door and opening it.

“Pizza?”, the guys asked, handing you the pizza box, “Yeah thanks”, you paid him and walked straight into your kitchen, not giving Ten another look, because you knew that you wouldn’t be able to.

You sighed, shutting your eyes, and trying to collect yourself, before grabbing the M&M’s and walking back into the living room, where Ten was sitting, eyes trained on the screen.

“You missed an entire scene”

“YOU DIDN’T PAUSE IT FOR ME-?”

The music echoed through the studio, its melody harsh and striking. It was dark, no lights were on, but the mirrors reflected the only person in the room-Ten.

His figure moved with the music, choosing to do whatever it pleased, trying to portray the beautiful piece to its fullest. The higher notes gave it a sort of hopeful effect, a guide. It lead you to believe that it was alright, it was fine.

The lower notes added depth to the melody, giving it a richer feel. The two played together made it a beautiful piece, with a sort of melancholic feel. He danced to it, telling a story with his body. Ten would do this sometimes, instead of choosing an upbeat song to dance to, he’d take a classical piece, something that he could feel.

There was something in this piece, the Tempest, that resounded within him. It reminded him of you, specifically your friendship with him if you could even call it that. He got that warm feeling again that day when you had almost fallen. He would’ve kissed you if not for the doorbell.

Ten wasn’t one for commitment, he wasn’t one for standing up first and telling people about his feelings. He played people, he played them like he painted a picture, or danced.

Speaking of which, the piece had suddenly taken a turn for the turbulent, faster-paced, anxious even. It resembled his feelings perfectly, the random urges to tell you, the anxiety for the outcome. He somehow managed to gracefully enact these feelings, making it look like art instead of the confusion he felt.

Maybe he chose this piece not only for himself but for you too.

It was one of your favorite ones to play, you could and would talk about it for days, especially when you had just mastered playing it. It wasn’t an easy piece, with all the nuances and timing changes, but you pulled it off. He could almost pretend it was you playing.

And then suddenly it mellowed down, the piece sounding hopeful as if there was a light at the end of the tunnel, and you could finally see it. A solution, a happy ending to the harsh waves of the storm, a merry end. His moves became lighter and almost joyful, as he twirled and jumped.

It was all an illusion.

A lie to make you believe the storm was over, there was no hope for this story. The harsh melody returned with vengeance, striking down the sliver of longing, any dream of making it out. Ten did his best to keep up with it, but the sudden change of emotions was startling even to him. It had changed so quickly, he didn’t even have time to comprehend it.

It ended on a triumphant note, like a proud win over an enemy, a victory that shone above everything. Ten ended the dance with a pirouette, panting as he tried calming himself down from the intense session. He couldn’t help feeling triumphant as well, the adrenaline of the piece getting to him, yet, he was skeptical.

Because he had a feeling it was the Tempest that had triumphed, and not him.

You’ll admit: you were not having fun with Psych. You had been studying all day, trying to absorb some of the stuff you had been taught throughout the year. Even though studying human behaviour had always intrigued and interested you, the reason you chose Psych, you couldn’t care less about oxytocin and how attraction worked, nor did you care about how human behaviour was affected by it.

But you had been at it for the past 6 hours, and was tired, so when Angie came along and expressed her disgust and sympathy about your studying endeavors, she hauled you up from the place you had been sitting at for most of the day and instructed you to change and get ready to go or a party.

So you found yourself at a frat party, Angie's arm hooked in yours and music blaring all around you. It was hot and dark, and you could barely see anything with the terrible lighting. You couldn’t tell what song was being played at such high volume, but awkwardly swayed to it anyways, wondering if staying at home at falling down the hole of ice cream and Netflix would have been a better alternative to this.

There were couples making out, and random beer cans everywhere. Everyone was half drunk, and you took this as an excuse to go get a drink. You turned to Angie who was looking the other way.

“Angie”, you whisper-screamed her name into her ear, causing her to jump, “I’m going to get a drink okay?”, you explained, to which she nodded. “I’m going to Renjun”, she said, walking away and leaving you alone.

Friendship.

You pushed through the crowd of sweaty adults, to get to the makeshift bar that was at the other end of the frat. You stopped occasionally to greet friends, or smile at a random cute boy, but finally made it to the kitchen. Johnny, one of your other friends stood there, inclining his head in a greeting. “Hey, what do you want?” “Are you in charge of the drinks or something?”, you asked, leaning on the island of the kitchen. He grinned at you, shaking his head, “No, but I’m so much I might as well be!”

You laughed, requesting for your drink of choice, which he went to fix for you. You licked your lips, scanning the area to find another friend to latch onto, since Angie had so kindly abandoned you.

“Didn’t think I’d see you here”, a very familiar voice said form behind you, and you turned to see none other than your best friend.

But he looked nothing like what you were used to.

Ten’s hair was slicked back instead of splayed out on his forehead like usual, his eyes seemed darker, probably due to the alcohol. He was wearing skinny jeans, and a blazer with most of the buttons undone, his chest in full view.

Ten looked hot.

“Uh-”, you started like the well read person you were, “Angie dragged me”

He smirked, “Of course she did”, he took a seat on one of the stools, legs spreading as he leaned back. You looked away, trying your hardest not to stare at the boy in front of you, who was making that mission increasingly harder with every little thing he did.

Johnny came back out, offering you a smile and your drink, which you took from him, returning his smile. He handed a glass of something you couldn’t make out to Ten, who took a sip, keeping it on the island. “You don’t seem to be having fun”, he observed, hands finding your waist and pulling you closer to him.

This was a normal thing, but this time it felt different. It wasn’t the same innocent gesture. “I just arrived idiot”, you scoffed. He smirked, “You can look at me you know”, he teased, and you could feel the heat rush to your face. You turned your gaze to him. Currently you were in between his legs, and your mind was a mess.

The first thing you noticed was his tattoo on his right arm which you had seen before. The next was one you hadn't seen before, and rightly so, since it was on his chest.

“Done staring at me?”, he said with a smirk, and your eyes snapped up to his, holding his gaze. If you hated the effect his eyes had on you before, you positively despised them now. He was staring at you through a half lidded gaze, licking his lips. Even without any alcohol in your system you felt dizzy, but not a sick way. Ten was driving you crazy, with his hands on your waist, eyes on you and just everything about him in the moment.

“You’re pretty”, he murmured, looking up at you, eyes falling to your lips, “Did you know that?”, his voice was deeper than usual, sending shivers down your spine. “I-”

“Hmm?”, he sounded absent minded, like he wasn’t even listening to you, which was great considering you didn’t even know what to say. He pushed you a little, standing up himself, now looking down.

“If you didn’t know, I think you are”, he said, face closer than any friend’s face should have been. You breath hitched in anticipation. “Ten?”, your voice was small, quivering almost under his gaze.

He was so close, painfully close. If anyone asked you how you got into this position in the first place, you wouldn’t be able to explain, not quite knowing yourself.

“Y/n, I need you for a second”, Angie appeared from nowhere, freezing when she saw the two of you in that position, “Um- I can leave-”

“Hey Ang”, Ten greeted, moving away from you. You missed the proximity, as much as you hated to admit it. You blinked hazily at your friend who had so conveniently interrupted whatever you had going on with Ten. You silently cursed yourself for getting so out of it. “Here, I think Arya is calling me anyways so”, he pushed his hands in his jeans pockets. He glanced at you, before walking away and out of the kitchen.

Would he have kissed you?

You looked over at your friend, who was still staring at you like she had seen a ghost. “Did I interrupt something?”, she asked, eyes wide. You felt embarrassed, taking a step back as if you were trying to walk out of the whole situation. “I’m not sure”, you said, “What do you need me for?”

“I need you to hold my drink, I need to go to the bathroom, Renjun is drunk as fuck and I trust you”, she explained, handing you her glass. You nodded, “And maybe can you watch my dumbass of a boyfriend please?”

You snorted, agreeing and walking to the main area of the party that was unfortunately the most crowded. You spotted Renjun on top of Donghyuck, practically choking the latter boy who was laughing for some reason. You could see why Angie went to you for her drink. Walking over, you tried to help Mark, another one of your friends, in separating Renjun and Donghyuck from initiating the 77th hunger games on a friday night.

After somewhat succeeding in pulling the two away from each other, Angie had arrived, choosing to ignore her wasted boyfriends antics and taking her glass back from you.

You remembered you had left your own drink back in the kitchen, and so you backtracked your steps to said place, when you saw it.

Ten was standing with a girl, her hands around his neck. He was saying something that made her giggle, throwing her head back in laughter as he grinned happily. You froze watching the scene unbeknownst to Ten. You didn’t know what you were feeling for an entire minute until it hit you.

You were hurt.

It was a pricking sort of feeling, like a rod prodding at your heart. It was like a warning, telling you to look away before it pierced your heart, but you couldn’t look away for some reason. It was like your mind was mocking you, telling you keep watching, to realize you never had the slightest chance with Ten.

You weren’t special, whatever flirting he did with you he did to everyone, anything that had remotely happened wasn’t even mentionable, because you were like every other girl in the crowd, and it fucking hurt. It hurt to see the boy you loved not give you a moment's thought, not even give you a chance.

That night you went back to your apartment alone, leaving Angie to deal with her boyfriend. You had never felt this horrible before, it had never escalated to this level of hurt. This type of hurt was different, a dull ache reminding you of what an idiot you were to have ever hoped for more.

You hated Ten for several things, his eyes, his smile, the way he could make you giddy by doing the simplest things. But in the moment, you hated yourself more.

You hated yourself for loving Ten Lee.

‘Don’t call me kid, Don’t call me baby, look at this godforsaken mess that you’ve made me. You showed me colours you know i can’t see with anyone else’

You sat on a colourful rug, holding a book up, and surrounded by several other books. You were in a sort of greenhouse, the walls and roof were made completely off glass, and the light streamed through, giving the scene a sort of whimsical aura.

This was the place ten has chosen to paint you, standing behind his easel and and focusing on the canvas, occasionally looking up at you. There were flecks of white and pale blue paint on his face, and he looked whimsical in a way as well.

You sat there, ignoring the warnings in your mind that told you to stay away from Ten for yourself, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. You showed up to the venue right on time, and did your best to not seem any different. You spaced out, eyes focusing on a random word on a page. Ten had promised he was almost done with it, since the two of you had been at it for quite a while now.

His lower lip was caught between his teeth in concentration, hair messed up from the amount of times he had run his hand through it. He stepped back for a second, inspecting his work, a dorky smile stretching out on his lips.

“It’s done!”, he said, “Some fixing, but I can do that later, get your ass here!”

You get to your feet, placing the book on one of the piles of them around you and walking towards him, biting down your own smile at this enthusiasm. You walked behind the easel, your eyes falling on the painting.

It was gorgeous, the colours complimenting each other. The depiction of the light rays was so soft, yet it was there shining down on the main part of the picture- you. He had painted you so prettily, almost fairy like in the midst of the scene. You stared at the painting in awe, unable to think of words to describe it.

“So?”, he asked hopefully, his eyes searching yours for some sort of reaction. You looked at him, then at the painting, then back at him, wondering how he could’ve made it look so fanciful, something out of a disney movie.

“It’s beautiful”, you whispered, your voice not daring to go any louder. He smiled placing his palette down and standing next to you. “It’s not hard when the subject is beautiful”, he said nonchalantly. You froze, silently telling yourself to calm down, to not react to it, that it wasn’t anything to be noted. Yet something in you clicked, shifted into place.

You were angry.

You were furious at Ten, with his pretty smiles and wishful eyes. You hated it when he flirted with you, because he kept leading you on, you hated it when he looked at you like you were the world, because it was a lie, it was all a fucking lie.

“Don’t”, you said, voice shaky. He stared at you in confusion, which only irked you more.

“Don’t”, your voice betrayed you, breaking. He looked alarmed, reaching his hand out, “Hey, Are you okay-”

“No, I’m not okay”, you hissed, slapping his hand away, stepping back. Your mind was clouded with a feeling of helplessness, helplessness at not being able to tell him how you felt, how you hated what he did, how all you wanted was something you definitely couldn’t have. He looked bewildered at your seemingly sudden outburst.

“Stop fucking playing with me”, you said, “I’m not this”, you searched for the words, coming back with nothing, “Stop complimenting me, calling me sweet nothings, making me believe-”, you sucked in a breath, feeling the tears build up in your eyes, years of pent up frustration finally making their way out of you.

You looked up at him, he still seemed to not be following, “Y/n, I don’t-”

“I’m in love with you”, you choked out finally, the words seeming to tie you down, rather than set you free like you had once hoped. “I’m in love with you”, you repeated, Ten could hear the rage in your voice, washing down on him like the waves of the Tempest, harsh and real. “And I hate myself for it”

Your voice was softer, much more mellow now, like it was tired. A single tear trickled down your face, and you looked up to see a stunned Ten, eyes wide at your state. He said nothing, instead just looked at you, as if you were a different person all of a sudden. It wasn’t a pretty sight, you crying and him standing there like a statue, not a word escaping his lips.

The air seemed to be colder all of a sudden, biting into the exposed areas of your skin. There was that aching feeling again, that pricking of your heart, the silent ‘i told you so’, that your mind seemed to be playing on repeat. You brushed the tears away from your face furiously, feeling stupid all of a sudden.

“I’m going to go”, you muttered, grabbing your things and walking out, not caring if you looked idiotic, and not staying to listen to any pathetic response he gave you.

Ten watched you leave, cursing himself for being such an idiot to you. He didn’t mean to hurt you, he was in love with you himself, but he would never admit it. He hated himself for it, because he knew what he had done. He had flirted with you, had played you, but it was only because he thought the two of you never had a chance.

He hated himself because it was him, after all this time, who had destroyed that chance.

You sat in front of your computer, back at your apartment, trying not to cry again as you stared at the screen, fingers hovering over the send button. It hurt much worse than you expected it to, his silence had made everything all the worse. But you were tired of him going back and forth. You were tired of having to pick up the pieces every time when he broke another girls heart, or someone else broke his.

You had nothing to lose this time. So alone, in your room you pressed send, signing of your future, sending the email to The Royal School of Music.

Alone.

Finals week passed in a blur of stress crying, all nighters and excessive reading of things that you had read a million times before, and if they hadn’t already gotten into your head, they would never. Which prompted the stress crying.

It was a vicious cycle.

You barely stepped out of your apartment, other than to actually take the exam. All your time was taken up in studying, occasionally eating, and studying again. You also didn’t see Ten that much, other than a glimpse, but immediately swerved away, not in any mood to deal with that confrontation as of yet.

Somehow, you managed to make it to the end of the week, without completely going mad. You made it out of finals, and was technically done with your college career altogether, which was crazy to even think of. You had spent the last four years of your life in this hellhole to get to where you were, and you had made it.

So seeing yourself in front of the mirror a week later, donning your cape and cap over your clothes, you smiled for the first time in two weeks. It was the day you finally graduated and went out into the world as a person with a degree.

Granted, you were slightly pissed at the fact you had spent four years, and paid an enormous amount of money for a sheet of paper, but at the moment, you couldn’t get the fact that you were finally done with it out of your head. You were happy.

The ceremony started off slowly, the principal calling the names of the students in alphabetical order. You saw Ten walk up and take his degree, a broad smile on his lips. You saw Angie take hers, almost tripping over her cape, earning a laugh from the principal, and fond looks all about. You saw Renjun and Donghyuck hugging instead of at each other's throats for once, and Mark randomly beat boxing for no reason.

You went up on the stage, taking the degree and smiling, realizing that your vision was hazy. Tears of happiness had made their way to your eyes, and you blinked them back, thanking the principal and smiling at the crowd. You walked off, going to stand with your little group of friends.

Later on, Angie went off with her boyfriend for a celebratory date, Renjun and Donghyuck decided to crash at Marks place, and you? You decided to walk through the campus one last time, before you never returned. You were done with college and this place wasn’t yours anymore. It held a sort of nostalgic feel all of a sudden, walking under the arches and admiring the architecture one last time.

You were holding your cap in your hand, after finding it on the ground somewhere after the throwing of them. Your cape was folded and hung from your arm as you walked through, deciding to go get some coffee after you were done.

Lost in your own thoughts, you bumped into someone, dropping the cap., “Sorry-”, you begun you apologize for your absent mindedness, crouching to pick up your cap when you saw the person you had run into.

Ten.

You silently scowled, cursing whatever above that had thrown the two of you together at the very moment, and cleared your throat uncomfortably, looking away. “Hey”, he said breathlessly, looking you up and down. He looked great, he always did, you couldn’t deny the fact no matter how much you were trying to hate him.

“Hi”, you said curtly, “I have to go”

“Wait”, he reached out, grabbing your hand, “Can we talk?”, his voice was tilting towards the hopeful side. It reminded you of your own foolish hope, and you didn’t like it one bit. “No”, you said, “I have to go”, you repeated for words, crushing any hope.

“No- Wait, please, Y/n let me explain”, he pleaded his case, his eyes striking through yours, stirring up some sort of sympathy. Your mind was telling you to go, to get out as fast as possible, but your heart softened, as it always did with him.

“Explain what?”, you chuckled bitterly, “You’ve made it pretty clear how you feel Ten. I was stupid”, your words were hurting yourself, but hurting him too, because he knew it wasn’t your fault.

“No Y/n, you-”

“I what?”, you hissed in question. He spluttered, discouraged by your disinterest in whatever he was trying to tell you. You wanted nothing more to get away from him in that moment, but he seemed to want to stretch out your time together as much as possible. It annoyed you, and made you sad at the same time.

The more time you were with him, the more you could feel your heart break.

“I love you”, he said quietly, “I know I’m a terrible person for leading you on and not realizing earlier, but I love you.” You froze, standing there and staring at him. He looked back, not daring to break your gaze. Instead of joy, which was what you had expected to feel if he ever uttered those words, you felt angrier.

“Please Y/n”, he said, “Just give me a chance?”

You stayed silent, contemplating your choices. “How long have we been friends?”

“What-”

“How long have we known each other Ten?”

“Four years, but I don’t see-”

“We have been friends for four fucking years. I was there for every heartbreak, every date, every girl. I stood on the sidelines, I listened to you, I have you advice when you needed it, I comforted you when you cried. But you? You never gave me a chance!”, you exclaimed, “Not a second glance, not a single chance.”

He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, taking in your words and trying to think of something to justify them, but he couldn’t, he knew you were right.

“So yes”, you voice quivered, “You are an idiot. You’re an idiot for never realizing my feelings when i made it PAINFULLY obvious”, you took steps back, trying to calm yourself.

“I can't believe I”, you scoffed at yourself, your own idiocy, “I can’t believe that three out of four years I was in love with you, but I guess that’s what makes me the dumb bitch.” You looked away, the words you had wanted to say since forever finally out of your system. He stood there, just a few steps away from you. But then, why did it seem like he was miles away?

“I’m sorry”, he said weakly, “I hate myself for what I did, but Y/n I”, he paused, shutting his eyes in frustration, “I’m in love with you dammit, and I don’t expect you to forgive me for what I’ve put you through but, can we-”

“No”, you said, “We can’t”

“Y/n give us a chance, please”

“You don’t understand!”, you said almost feverishly, blinking back tears, “I can’t Ten”

“Why not?”, he asked, walking closer to you. You took a step back from him, looking at the boy you loved with remorseful eyes. “I’m leaving Ten. I’m leaving for a music school in another country.”

He blanched, any hope withering away, like a dead flower, dried with the summer heat, like a lone boat in the midst of a storm. You let out a pathetic sob, realizing that you couldn’t ever have Ten, no matter what.

“I’ll be gone before we could ever be”

The world was never fair. It came at you with things you wished never happened, you wished you could change, or would have handled better. Like a storm on an unsuspecting sailor, it’s waves crashed down on you, and you were unable to breathe.

Life was the tempest, with it’s harsh tremors, it’s sudden soft waves that lead you to believe things were going to be okay. It’s highs and it’s lows, the good times and the bad. You found it ironic, the fact you were playing your favorite piece of all time, and it reminded you of reality.

You had always viewed music as an escape from reality, but now you were starting to connect the two, using music to let both the worlds connect. Your fingers flew across the keys, the climactic melody thundering through your apartment.

Finishing the piece, you let out a sigh, taking the music sheets and placing them back in your folder. Shutting the keyboard down, you cleared up a bit, settling down on your couch. Cracking your knuckles, you pulled out your phone to mindlessly scroll through Instagram as one did to pass time.

You seemed to do that often, now that you were officially done with college and had a bit of time before you left for The Royal School of Music, approximately three weeks, you honestly had nothing else to do with your time.

And so, you indulged in the world of reels and other videos that didn’t necessarily add anything of worth to your being. Time seemed to trickle by slowly, much slower than you would have liked.

Your flight to the country in which the school was in had already been booked, your registration had been completed, and you had even found an apartment to rent over there. Some of your belongings had already been sent for shipping, leaving you with the bare minimum. You had even sold some stuff, because cross country shipping was expensive, and you had gathered quite a few things over your four years staying in your college area that you definitely didn’t need.

It seemed as if everything was set, you were ready to leave everything behind.

Your doorbell rang, it's obnoxious ringing sound making you wince out of annoyance. You got up from your spot on the couch reluctantly, and walked over to the door to open it.

You were met with a slightly disheveled looking Ten on the other side, hair slightly messy. It had been yet another week since you had seen him, not have been in contact since graduation day, and suddenly here he was at your doorstep. Before you could even say anything, he pushed his hand out, thrusting a pizza box in your face.

“I know you don’t want to see me, and I don’t blame you but”, he took a deep breath, “You’re going, and it sucks, but I’m happy for you, so i brought pizza, for old times sake?”

You blinked in surprise, your hands on their own accord and taking the box. As if he could sense you were skeptical, he rambled on, “Just a movie and pizza, then I’ll leave I promise.” Everything inside you screamed at you to say no, but the words left you before you could even comprehend your mind's thoughts.

“Okay”

You opened the door more, walking back into your apartment, opening the box and taking your laptop to search for a movie. He closed the door after himself, taking a seat beside you on the couch, but not touching you. It was like there was a wall in between the two of you, and you couldn’t break it down.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to.

“There’s a new season of His Dark Materials”, you thought aloud, “We could binge that.”

It was so easy, being with Ten. Like falling back into a routine you had missed, a habit that had been cultivated. It was natural, him by your side, eating pizza and searching for a movie or series to binge. It was a tradition for the two of you after all, and even though you had stayed away from Ten for your own heart, it felt so good to do this again. You had missed it.

“Sure”, he agreed, taking a slice of the pizza, the stringy cheese not breaking, “We may need plates.”

You shook your head at his comical state, placing your laptop down and walking into your kitchen, opening the topmost cupboard to get the plates down, when you realized you couldn’t reach it. Now usually, you would just get a stool or something to climb on top off, but that would mean going back out there and admitting to Ten that you were short.

That was not acceptable.

Of course any grand plans of somehow getting the plates down without Ten knowing had been thrown out the window when he himself walked into the kitchen, “Are you making the plates or something? What’s taking so long?”

He spotted you, hands stretching up, leaning over the counter. Ten smirked, walking over and taking the plates down himself, “Someone’s short”, he snickered, to which you glared, “You’re short too dumbass.”

“You’re shorter”, he teased, taking the second plate down. He was standing in front of you, directly facing you as he placed the second plate of the counter top. You stared indignantly at him, and he caught your gaze, holding it. It was the same Ten you had known since you entered your campus, the same Ten you met at that party.

The same Ten you were in love with.

His eyes shifted from yours to your lips, realizing how close the two of you were. His hand raised up to your face cupping it. You subconsciously leaned into his touch, eyes wide, waiting for him to do something, anything.

His eyes searched yours for an answer, some sort of indication that he could go ahead. You knew that nothing good would come from this, but you couldn't help but nod your head a little too fast, and fisting the end of his shirt in anticipation.

He kissed you.

His lips moved against yours softly, hesitantly, like they were scared you would disappear if he went any faster. It was nothing like you had ever imagined (believe me, you had imagined), but it was better. It was like a culmination of wanting had been poured into the kiss, and you didn’t want it to stop.

You could’ve sworn time had stopped when he kissed you, the world around you seeming to fade away. You could feel your knees going weak with the overwhelming feeling, the flutter in your stomach growing. If you hadn’t been holding onto the end of his shirt so hard, you would have collapsed into him.

“I’m sorry”, he whispered against your lips, pulling away, cupping your face, “I know I’m an idiot”, he confessed, and you resist the urge to agree, “I know I’m an idiot but,”, he stopped again, resting his forehead against yours. “One night”, he whispered, voice shaky now, “Will you be mine for just one night?”

There was something fragile in his voice, like he was afraid of your answer. You looked up, looking at those eyes you hated, but loved at the same time. You silently agreed, pressing your lips to his again, kissing him once more. His hands dropped down to your waist, your hands wrapped around his neck as you stole another long awaited kiss from him.

The plates were long forgotten about, instead the two of you stumbled back into the living room, hands not leaving each other. The back of his knees hit the couch, and he sat down, taking you with him. You sat on top of him, breathing heavily.

He pressed his lips to your forehead affectionately as you leaned into Ten, not ever wanting the moment to end. “I’m tired”, you whispered, all the years of pining and wishing he was yours suddenly weighing you down.

“I know”

“This isn’t going to end well is it?”

“I don’t know”, he mused, rubbing your back comfortingly. You looked at him once again, like you had done many times before, except this time he was yours, for how long? You didn’t know. You didn’t want the night to end, the prospect of losing him again already making your stomach pit.

“I love you”, he said, and you didn’t say it back. You didn’t have too, you had said it many times already, you had told him. Instead you kissed him again, getting drunk on him.

The rest of the night was spent this way,lazily kissing, cuddling, and eating pizza straight out of the box since neither of you wanted to get up again. Ten held you like you were the world, and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face into the crook of his neck. The two of you forgot about the serial you were supposed to binge as well, too caught up with each other to even care.

He told you about how he got scouted for dancing by an entertainment company, you filled him in about The Royal School of Music, about how you were so glad College was over even though you would miss it. He made you laugh with his stupid jokes, and it felt like it had always been. Somewhere along the line, the two of you fell asleep in the dead of the night, or almost morning, tangled up in each others arms, happy.

You woke up on your couch alone, your apartment lonely and silent. You looked around sleepily, your eyes catching a glimpse of the clock on your wall, which told you it was already noon. You pulled your knees to your chest, feeling out of place. Something was missing.

Ten.

Ten was gone, nowhere to be seen. You tried thinking back, wondering why he was gone, until you realized - one night was over. Like he had promised, he was gone, not yours anymore, and you weren’t his. You shivered, realizing that there wasn’t any blankets or anything on the couch, yet you couldn't seem to get up.

It hurt. You wanted to cry and scream, the realization that he was gone, before you could even fully have him sinking it. It felt so unfair, the fact that you could never really ever have Ten, someone you had loved for four fucking years, for more than a night.

You took in a shaky breath, looking to the end of the sofa, which is when you saw it. It was Ten’s painting, the one of you in the greenhouse, supposedly reading the books. On the top a sticky note read ‘The Tempest’. You brushed your finger over the painting, taking it in. He had left it here for you, and it was the one thing you had of him. At the bottom, it was signed in his handwriting.

‘10’.

“널 다시 만나면 네 손을 잡고 말해줄 텐데 I will never let you go”

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faes-land · 3 years

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Oops, Baby, I Love You

So, as of recently I’ve been super into Taeil lol I had this little thing for a while, but I thought it would be a perfect fit for Taeil. Plus, he needs some love and I will gladly give it to him~

Pairings: Taeil X Female reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,656

Warnings: It’s really sweet lol

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When you had woken up, you smiled to yourself. You turned to your side and saw your ex-boyfriend Taeil sleeping next to you. The two of you had broken up a little over a year ago, and even though you hadn't spoken to each other, you still loved one another.

You looked at the sleeping boy next to you, and you realized how much you missed him. Just when you thought you were over him, he walks back into your life. You weren't sure how to feel, were you happy? Will this last? You were afraid of getting hurt again, but you loved him deeply.

You felt your heart flutter as you were reminded of how soft his features were when he was asleep. He was beautiful. Laying next to him again after all this time was just what you needed. Having him next to you again like this was more than you could ask for.

***FLASHBACK TO THE DAY BEFORE****

You found herself at a cute little coffee shop in a part of town you were unfamiliar with. You had just finished a business meeting with the marketing team you worked for, so you decided to explore your surroundings. You had lived in the city for many years, but you rarely left the area where you lived. You enjoyed seeing different parts of your hometown.

The coffee shop was small, but enough to fill a couple of groups of people. The decorations on the wall weren't much; just a few different art pieces here and there. When it came to be your turn to order, you got yourself a chai latte then sat down by the window. You slowly sipped your tea and watched the many people walk outside the little shop as you thought about your life.

You were finally happy again. Your work was going great, your friends were supportive of you and you had finally come to terms with your breakup with Taeil. You loved Taeil and you knew he loved you just as much, but both of your jobs took up too much time. Your breakup was mutual, but that didn't make it hurt any less.

It had been about a year since your breakup, but there wasn't a day that went by that you hadn't thought about Taeil. You loved him with all your heart; letting go of him wasn't easy. You knew that it hurt him too, but he wasn't one to express his feelings in that sense. It took him months before he finally opened up to you.

Every once in a while, you would think about reaching out to him to see how he was doing, but you never did. You would see him on social media and change your mind; he was doing just fine. You were content knowing that he was happy. Or at least he looked like he was, you couldn’t know for sure.

You sipped your tea and thought of the good times you shared with him. How you would lay together in bed and just talk for hours, or when you would drag him to go shopping with you. He would complain, but he always secretly enjoyed it. He used to pick you up from work and take you to your favorite place to eat, then you would go back to his apartment and watch a movie or two before falling asleep in each other's arms.

You sighed in content thinking about him. This was the first time you could remember those times without feeling like you were going to break down in tears. Of course, it still stung that you were not with him anymore, but you were happy that you even had the chance to be with someone like him.

As you finished your tea, your phone went off. You looked to check and see that your best friend was calling you. "Hey girl, what's up?" You answered.

"You're never going to believe who I ran into today!" Your best friend's voice made you laugh. Her excitement was amusing.

You rolled your eyes, expecting some random person that only your best friend would know. "Who?"

"Taeil! Don't be mad at me, but I kinda sorta told him that your number is the same and that you never moved." You felt your heart drop down to your stomach. Taeil? How did she see him? Where was he?

"W-what? Where did you see him? How is he doing? W-Why did you tell him all of that?!" You stumbled over your words.

"Yeah....he might call you soon. He told me he really misses you and that he wants to try again. Oh, I saw him because Taeyong was hanging out with him before our date." How could you forget that your best friend was dating Taeil's best friend? This was bound to happen eventually.

"What do you mean he's going to call me soon?! I can't talk to him, it's been so long...what would I even say?" It was true, the last time you had spoken to him was when you broke up. You didn't know what you would say to him.

You were leaving the coffee shop and heading to your car as your best friend said, "Look, it'll be okay. He just wants you to know how he still feels about you. I know it seems like a lot at once, but he does still care about you."

"Y/F/N...I don't know about this. You know I just got over him, and then he shows up? Like, BOOM! There he is!" You heard your best friend laugh on the other end. "This isn't funny!"

"You're right, it's not funny; I'm sorry." She began to calm down, "Why don't you just hear him out? I know you still love him, Y/N."

You sighed as you got in your car. "I do. I'll probably always love him too. I...I'll talk to him."

"Good! You know you guys are perfect for each other." She laughed. "Anyway, I'll let you go so you can be there when Taeil calls you. I also have to get back to Taeyong, he's...complaining." You chuckled as you and your best friend said your goodbyes.

You began to drive home and put your music on full blast. You shuffled your playlist of all your favorite love songs. A few of the songs were ones that you and Taeil shared, and for once, you were happy while listening to them. You found yourself getting lost in the music and you jumped when your phone rang. You pulled over and looked to see a number you weren't familiar with. Was it Taeil?

Your heart pounded in her chest as you answered. "Hello?"

"YN?" A familiar voice responded. "How are you doing?"

"Jungwoo? What do you want?" You sighed and felt your body relax when it was just you other best friend. "Who's phone are you calling from? It didn't say that it was you, otherwise I wouldn't have answered."

"That doesn't matter. I know what's going on today. Y/F/N told me everything." You rolled your eyes. That girl can not keep a secret, can she? "Good luck! Here he is."

"Jungwoo, what are you-" You were cut short when you heard another voice on the phone.

"Y/N?" Your heart swelled hearing his voice.

"Hi,Taeil. H-how have you been?" You didn't want to be nervous, but talking to him felt like the first time.

"I've been good. I miss you; it's nice to hear your voice again." Taeil was just as, if not more, nervous than you were. Was he really talking to you again? As much as he wanted to be with you again, he never wanted to bother you. He knew you were doing fine without him, but he never stopped loving you.

You felt yourself at a loss for words. "I miss you too,Taeil...." You wanted to say so many things to him, but you couldn't speak. All you could do was feel happy that you were talking to him again.

"Can we try again?"

****END OF FLASHBACK

You watched as Taeil began to wake up slowly. His sweet eyes fluttered open, and he smiled when he saw who was laying next to him. "Hi, baby." He said in his sleepy voice that you loved so much.

"Hi, Taeil. Did you sleep well?"

He mumbled a 'yes' in response before kissing your cheek. "I miss this. You know I still love you, right? I'm not saying that because of what we did last night; I mean it. I love you. I regret ever ending things with you. It was stupid of me to hurt you like that. If it was up to me, I'd take a time machine and take everything back. I'd never say goodbye, and I'd never let you agree to ending things with me."

You looked in his eyes and saw the sincerity in them. You knew he meant every word he said and how could you deny him? You knew you still loved him as much as he loved you. "Taeil, all I wanted was to hear you say that to me. I love you so much, I'm so happy to have you next to me again. Honestly, I don't know what to say right now."

He smiled at you and his eyes crinkled. "Then don't say anything, my love. We can learn from our mistakes and start over. Does that sound good?"

You smiled back at him before planting a kiss on his soft lips. "That sounds amazing, Taeil" He kissed you back and then he rolled back on top of you.

"I'll never leave you again, Y/N." He kissed all over your face and you started to giggle.

"I know, baby," You caught his lips and, as a newly reunited couple, you picked up where you left off the night before.

#Taeil x reader #Moon Taeil #NCT #NCT 127 #Taeil fanfic #Moon Taeil Fanfic #NCT Fanfic #NCT 127 fanfic #i always thought Taeil was cute #but then one day i was punched in the face #like omg #Taeil #Taeil fluff

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remmyswritings · 4 years

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my masterlist

HI I MADE A THING! Just wanted all of you to know that my fics are all female reader unless I leave a note next to the fic name about it.

REQUEST RULES

BURNING MEMORIES MASTERLIST

500 celebration masterlist

THEODORE NOTT X READER

ONE-SHOTS:

taking care of him (fluff)

teddy’s midnight snack (fluff; request)

wearing his sweater (fluff; request)

hello love (angst)

hello love, pt. 2 (fluff)

no hugs please (pure angst; request)

ma belle fleur (fluff)

to hold or not to hold (fluff)

‘til the end (a ton of angst with fluff at the end)

flower talk (fluff; modern au/flower shop au)

green and yellow (fluff)

you be you (fluff; asexual! reader)

dragon rider (fluff)

snake’s green thumb (fluff)

snake’s green thumb part 2 (fluff)

knots for nott (fluff)

caffeinated confessions (fluff)

knight in a flower crown (fluff)

dancing queen (fluff)

funny faces (fluff; 50 wordless ways to say i love you prompts)

sweater snuggles (fluff; request)

my teacher (fluff; request)

a broken promise (heartbreaking angst; requested)

a broken promise pt. 2 (fluff with a teeny tiny dash of angst; requested)

sleeping with friends (fluff; writing challenge)

the last page (fluff; bookstore au; writing challenge)

you and i (fluff; secret relationship au; writing challenge)

wherever the road takes me (a bit of angst with fluff; writing challenge)

you and me (fluff; romance dialogue prompts 17 & 20; request)

honey, honey (fluff; animagus reader; request)

take a chance (fluff; romance dialogue prompts 1 & 18; request)

mirror, mirror (fluff; nonverbal “i love you’s”; request)

love’s betrayal (ANGST ANGST ANGST; sorry for breaking your hearts)

love’s betrayal part 2 (fluff with a tiny bit of angst; request)

hold me in your arms (FLUFF; angst/fluff prompts 17 and 46; birthday fic; request)

a love most ardent (fluff)

within the stacks (fluff; librarian!Theo; possible mini series)

love on your lips (fluff; kissing prompt 10; request)

rainbow in my eye (fluff; request; colorblind!reader)

SERIES:

coffee or tea? (modern/coffee house au) COMPLETED

part 1: chai tea latte

part 2: lavender matcha tea

part 3: pumpkin spice latte

part 4: early grey

part 5: hot chocolate

part 6: affogato

part 7: caramel macchiato

part 8: white mocha caramel latte

part 9: flat white

CHARLIE WEASLEY X READER

hello professor (fluff)

locked room (angst with fluff at the end)

our future (fluffity fluff fluff)

bad days (fluff; 50 wordless ways to say i love you prompts; request)

colors of the rainbow (fluff; soulmate au; request)

partner in crime (fluff)

lovesickness (fluff; romance dialogue prompt 13; request)

mother tongue (fluff; nonverbal “i love you’s”; request)

another one for the collection (fluff; nonverbal “i love you’s”; request)

loving arms (FLUFF; birthday fic)

here with you (angsty with fluff; kissing prompt 9; request)

i’ll hold you forever (FLUFF; short reader; kissing prompt 44; request)

tender kisses (fluff; male reader; kissing prompt 50; request)

SERIES: ON HIATUS

not a cliche (modern/waiter au)

part 1: the waiter in shining armor

part 2: damsel in distress

part 3: the day that started it all

part 4: here we go again

BLAISE ZABINI X READER

over the years (angst with fluff; request)

over the years part 2 (fluffity fluff fluff)

family traditions (fluff; 50 wordless ways to say i love you prompts)

saying i love you (fluff; 50 wordless ways to say i love you prompts)

blanket forts and piles of work (fluff; request)

the last four years (fluff; writing challenge)

suave and speechless (fluffffff; request)

how much i love you (fluff)

it’s the truth (fluff; romance dialogue prompts 4 & 9; request)

love doesn’t lie (fluff w/ a teeny tiny bit of angst; romance dialogue prompts 9 & 16; requested)

every day (fluffffff)

not everything has a happy ending (ANGST; trigger warning; sorry for breaking your hearts)

not everything has a happy ending part 2 (angst with fluff)

cut with a kiss (fluff, with some angst mixed in; request)

all of you (fluff; asexual!reader; request)

hidden in the shadows (fluff; secret relationship au)

what have you done with my puff (fluff; romance dialogue prompt 6; request)

mother’s approval (fluff; requesest)

SERIES: ON HIATUS

across the alley (modern college au)

chapter 1: the transfer

chapter 2: meeting once again

REGULUS BLACK X READER

our secret (angsty, altho there is fluff at the beginning)

our secret part 2 (there is so much more fluff in this one)

our secret part 3 (fluff)

our secret part 4 (fluff)

our story (x lupin! reader; soulmate au)

star signs and tarot cards (fluffffff)

our meaning of family (fluff with a touch of angst; asexual!reader; request)

healing hearts (tw: mention of physical abuse; flangst; request)

-- SIRIUS BLACK X READER (REQUESTS ONLY)

in your arms (fluff; romance dialogue prompt 6 & 15)

HEADCANNONS:

8th year headcannon (THEODORE ‘TEDDY’ NOTT fluff)

honeymoon headcannon (THEODORE ‘TEDDY’ NOTT fluffity fluff fluff)

autumn walk headcannon (CHARLIE WEASLEY fluff)

pet store headcannon (THEODORE ‘TEDDY’ NOTT fluff)

meeting blaise zabini headcannon//w/ asexual! reader (fluffity fluff fluff)

meeting blaise zabini pt. 2 headcannon (fluff fluff)

adored by regulus head cannon// x potter cousin! reader (fluff; request)

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miastideclock · 3 years

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Kim Namjoon Drabble, "Chai Lattes."

anon asked:

hi!! whenever you have a second, cold you do a fall-themed drabble with Namjoon? All your rm drabbles have gotten me hooked! And could you include Chai-lattes? And make it super short please!

strangely specific? just how i like it!!

Word count: 577

Sounds and a familiar voice, but no distinct words. The voice soon became clearer and clearer to the point where you could make out the words.

"Get up, I brought breakfast." The voice was soon identified as Namjoon, your boyfriend.

Any other day, you would open your eyes and jump up to greet him, but not today. You groaned and rolled over, hiding your face in the pillow as you pulled your duvet over your head.

"C'mon!" Namjoon chuckled at your actions as he came closer to you. The rustle of a paper bag was put to the floor, and he went over to the window. His original plan had been to pull apart the drapes to let in the autumn-sun - but they were already open as you had forgotten to shut them the night prior. Opting for his plan b, he opened the windows, letting in the crisp air instead. "Your breakfast will get cold."

The sole fact that the food he had brought was warm, was enough to get you out of your hiding place in the duvet. You just barely peaked your nose over the edge of the warm, comfortable - but it was enough for the cold to nip at it, especially now since Namjoon had opened the window wide open.

Once your face got used to the cold, it wasn't so bad. It made it much easier to sit up in bed and let the duvet fall down, to reveal your wrinkled t-shirt.

"You up?" Namjoon asked as he looked at you. He could see that you had sat up, and your eyes were open - but the look you had was so spaced out he had to ask. You replied with a groan, making him laugh.

You soon shifted your gaze from thin air, to the man sat on the two reading chairs by the window. He had placed the paper bag on the small coffee-table, and was pulling out a few items.

"A blueberry muffin and chai-latte! That's your autumn order, right?" Namjoon questioned and looked at you as you got out of bed and made your way over to him, grabbing a pair of knitted-socks on your way over, placing them on your feet once you had sat down, tucking your sweatpants into them in the process.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" You asked, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, and brushing your hair out of your face.

"You mentioned it on that themepark-date we went on." He smiled and handed you the warm muffin. You couldn't really focus on it, though, your eyes glued to your boyfriend.

You had gone on that date almost four months ago, and it boggled your mind that he still remembered.

"Yeah, I said the taste of Chai-" you started, but Namjoon soon chimed in, and you finished the sentence in unison.

"Tastes like a bonfire."

You struggled to rip your eyes off him, almost as if you were falling in love with him all over again.

"You amaze me, Kim Namjoon." You spoke softly, finally taking a bite of the baked goods you had in your hand, as well as taking a sip of the aforementioned latte.

"I love you too, you dork." Namjoon chuckled as he too took a sip of his coffee, sitting back in his reading chair, looking at you.

It wasn't uncommon this- to just sit and look at each other, realizing you had found your soulmate.

hope you liked it!!! feel free to request again!

-bentley

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sunnyenhypen8 · 2 years

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leader card

sunny pushes herself to hard in practice and jungwon has to pull the leader card.

genre-fluff with some angst

WARNING-MENTIONS OF FAINTING,SELF DOUBT AND ABSENT FATHER PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION

Bold is in English

Sunny woke up already dreading the day.the night before she was arguing with her Dad because she told him to just stay out of her life. The members obviously were aware of her father and his demeanor. The members felt pitty for sunny considering every time they called there parents on video both parents were present,however it was only ever sunnys mom or brother never ever her dad. She checked her phone when it started buzzing and saw *oppa ji-young* pop up a.k.a her older brother who cared deeply for her she sighed and clicked accept and brought the phone to her ear " good morning ji-young oppa " she smiled, sunny missed her brother "morning hunny,are you alright? mom told me how you told dad to leave your life" she sighed again "yeah about that... I did infact tell him that and I don't regret it. he has been nothing but ignorant to me and I give up trying to find good in him. I'm sorry oppa,are you disappointed?" she sat up worriedly " no of course not hunny. I did the same thing,why do you think I never talk to him. I despise him for treating you exactly how he treated me. you deserve a loving fatherly figure mi-young,and I'm sorry you don't have that" sunny could tell he was upset, she hummed "someday oppa.someday somebody will care enough about me and take care of me like how a father should. I have to go get ready for practice now but I'll text you later. love you oppa" she smiled "alright hunny be safe I love you" with that she hung up and finnaly got out of bed and started to get ready. Ni-ki was in the bathroom doing his hair when she walked in he smiled and wrapped his arms around her waste and kissed her cheek like he does every morning "goodmorning noona did you sleep good" she smiled, she absolutely adores niki" ahh yes I did ni-ki, did you?" he smiled at her and hummed "good" She went to the closet and picked out her clothes for practice. In which consisted of: heeseungs hoodie, Jake's sweatpants and her black Nike shoes. She threw her hair up in a high pony-tail and put some mascara on and put on her favorite perfume on which is; Vera Wang princess flower addition which was a gift from sunoo. She walked out to the kitchen and grabbed a yogurt,some cereal and made an ice Chai latte and sat on the couch next to heeseung and laid her head down. " you alright princess? you seem very tired" he said laying his head ontop of hers " I guess so, I told my dad stay out of my life because I'm sick of him only wanting something to do with me when I have an achievement or can benefit him in someway. I kept thinking about it last night so I barley slept" she said taking a bite of her cereal "you did the right thing miyoung, I know I'm not much older than you but I promise to try my best to be the best fatherly figure for you after your older brother of course" he smiled " I would love that" she smiled and the two sat comfortable eating breakfast and talking until it was time to go to practice.

Sunny was sat between jay and sunoo in the car and out of habit she rested her head on jay and grabbed ahold of sunoos hand making both of them smile. She didn't even realize she fell asleep until she was being shaken awake by jay "baby wake up were here" he placed a kiss on her forhead and un buckled her seat belt "let's go sleepyhead" he said,sunny groaned and stepped out of the van. "I'm gonna get drinks for us, sunny you want your normal ice Chai?" sunghoon asked "yes please" they both smiled. The group eventually made it to the practice room and started stretching, for some reason she felt extremely drained that day and lightheaded,shaking it off she got into position for drunk;dazed. The music started and her body started moving, about half way through she started seeing black and couldn't help but fall to the floor holding her head in pain "SUNNY" Jake yelled as he noticed the girl fall making them all run to her side, jay and heeseung placing the hand on her back helping her stand "stop the music" heeseung said "guys im fine just got lightheaded" she said trying to mask the dizziness but failed miserably "noona sit down" jungwon said "jungwon stop I'm fine really,just a bit dizzy let's start the dance again" she said and went to position still with the two members at her side "yeah absolutely not sunny noona you just practically fainted you're sitting out today" jungwon said "what! no jungwon" he sighed "miyoung noona sit. down. now. I am your leader and if I say you're sitting out than you're sitting out. got it?" she sighed "fine whatever " and she sat on the couch that was in the practice room. She wasn't mad at jungwon at all he was right, he was in fact the leader and what the leader tells you to do you do it,no questions asked especially when it comes to your heath, even if she was older than jungwon she still respected him and respected him as the leader and recognized he was simply taking care of her. "mi-young noona do you need some water?" jungwon asked when he saw her through the mirror looking very distraught "no. What I need is a dad who loves me and wants me and doesn't make me feel unworthy. I need a father who is active in my life and takes care of me and doesn't make me feel like it's my fault he's not here" sunny said breaking down, she felt like if she was a better dancer or singer than maybe,just maybe he would be proud of her "mi-young stop that right now" heeseung said making sunny stand up "why should I? it's true. I'm worthless my father doesn't want me because I'm a worthless piece of crap who apparently is a shit daughter" she said " hey! stop that right this second mi-young. you are an Incredible person who is an amazing dancer and singer and person,you deserve the whole fucking world and if anything your father is the useless piece of shit and certainly not you" sunghoon said stepping up "we absolutely love you and cherish you please, do not think you are anything less than Incredible" she smiled whipping the tears "thank you. I'm so sorry for having all these breakdowns and you guys having to deal with this" jay walked up to her "mi-young you don't need to apologize. you're human and deserve to let your problems out were your brothers and we love you. you will never ever be alone I promise" he pressed a kiss on her cheek

They all had a group hug and one by one the members embraced her in a giant comforting hug filled with nothing short of love and support "so jungwonnie does that mean I'm good to practice again?" she laughed "nice try noona but no, but if it makes you feel better you can stand at the back and dance in tiny but that's it okay? don't exhert yourself" jungwon said "okay deal" she hugged him "I love you so much Wonnie thank you for being an amazing leader" he smiled "I love you too noona always"

#enhypen 8th member #enhypen female member #enhyphen

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chimtaera · 4 years

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imagine barista taehyung.

ok first things first.

taehyung runs the most aesthetic, atmospheric, coffee shop of all time.

doesn’t matter if he doesn’t own the place, he’s gonna decorate.

paintings of the walls by local artist and van gogh alike.

boardgames and puzzles on the shelves for rainy days.

will play uno with you on slow days.

and you know the playlist is gonna be on point.

also the most experimental with his drinks.

like he’s gotten in trouble for experimenting with people’s orders, so now he gives away his frankendrinks for free.

and outgoing as he is he’s on first name basis with everyone who’s visited more than twice.

he won’t remember your order, but he’ll remember your name, and/or give you a nickname, and/or draw you a correlating doodle on your to-go cup.

you’re probably a tired student in need of a quiet place to read and/or write your assignments.

you’re gonna need caffeine too, so you might as well camp out in a coffee shop.

taehyung is chatty and wants to know what you’re studying for, what assignment you’re working on, and will you try his iced pumpkin-spice dirty chai latte with cinnamon?

and this being a perfect opportunity to procrastinate, so you strike up a friendship with the barista.

thus you end up being designated test-subject for his new and exciting concoctions.

dw they’re only undrinkable 2% of the time. you’ll be fine.

taehyung thinks ur cute, but u r kinda clueless.

cue montage of taehyung trying to hint that he’s into you and you completely missing out because you’re either buried in your work or just think he’s being nice:

hearts in all your drinks, in the foam, in the sprinkles, in the whipped cream, even in the chocolate sauce. but that doesn’t have to mean anything right?? that’s just what baristas do, he’s just practicing his craft, right??

brings you pastries and cookies for free, making excuses that there’s something wrong with it so he was gonna throw it out anyway.

“this cookie has too many chocolate chips, you can have it”

“is this pastry too sweet? you decide.”

“we can’t sell this, it’s on fire. here you go.”

“a time traveller licked this one.”

but he’s just trying to cheer you up because he sees how hard you’re studying, right???

dedicates chat baker songs to you, but he’s just being silly haha right ???

gazes longingly at you while he’s steaming the milk until it’s ruined, lmao he’s so easily distracted. totally not in love with you hahaha ha ha h a right???

except he totally is.

and you totally are in love with him too, but you don’t wanna seem like you’re assuming things or make him uncomfortable at his place of work because he’s a service worker yanno, he’s paid to be nice.

but one evening you’ve got an assignment due that night, and you were up all of last night writing, and you’re so exhausted no amount of coffee can keep awake and oopsy daisy you’ve fallen asleep at your table in the coffee shop.

and you won’t know this, but taehyung switches playlists to something quieter and tries to steam milk as quietly as possible which isn’t very that shit is noisy, but it’s the thought that counts yanno.

anyway it’s late, and eventually he has to close the shop and so he wakes you, with coffee of course.

and you panic because you only have an hour until you have to turn in your paper and it’ll take you half that time to get home.

taehyung is quick to comfort you though, it takes him about an hour to close up shop, and you’re more than welcome to stay until then.

this is lowkey a lie, it takes taehyung only half an hour to close up, but he wants to help you out and also just wants to be around you.

and you’re still sleepy and so grateful you blurt some nonsense along the lines of “omg thank you let me buy you coffee some time!!”

and he laughs and you blush because obviously he has more than enough coffee.

but, to your surprise he accepts. “as long as it’s not here”, he says. and he may be blushing a little too.

so he takes his time, cleans extra thoroughly, goes through some of the routines that are only necessary once a week, humming along to some soft jazz.

and the sleep has done you good, so you manage to tie up all your loose ends and complete your paper, with enough time spare to read through it once and correct some spelling. truly a miracle.

and imagine, as you leave together and he locks up your jacket gets caught in the door and he has to help you get it loose and oops he’s really close now

so close you can count his eyelashes and you can’t breathe he’s so pretty!!?!?!? and he smells like freshly ground coffee beans and cookies still warm from the oven, honestly he’s mouthwatering.

and he’s like “hey, actually, neither of us has eaten, you wanna get dinner right now instead of coffee later?” and hells yes you do, suddenly reminded that you are absolutely starving.

so you agree but he’s still so close, like all up in your personal space and you don’t mind exactly, but it makes your heart beat out of control and you’re pretty sure you’re blushing so hard you’re radiating heat.

and then he asks “so, do i have to wait until after the date to kiss you or..?”

and you choke on nothing because, “wait, we’re going on a date?”

“yes, i just decided.” and he steps impossibly closer. “i wanna date you, do you wanna date me?”

“i mean, yes, yeah, of course, i-”

“okay, then i’m just gonna kiss you now.”

and he does, and it’s just a sweet and gentle press of lips against yours, but he’s so close and warm and smells so nice it’s pretty much heavenly.

and after dinner he walk you home and kisses you some more before ushering you inside to get some much needed rest.

needless to say, studying at the coffee shop is a little more distracting after that.

taehyung will straight up push your books out of your lap and sit on you to pepper you with kisses, at least once a day.

and you finally notice the hearts in all your drinks, that are meant especially for you.

but also a lot more enjoyable!!

anyway, nsfw under the cut.

taehyung more like tae-HUNG (sorry.)

i feel like taehyung would be a lot of fun in bed.

he’s confident, he’s fun, he’s adventurous, inventive, and a little weird, and i think those things all play out pretty well in the bedroom.

or, yanno, shower, bathroom floor, hallway mirror, storage closet, in a boat, with a goat, etc.

best of all he’s very attentive, he’ll pay so close attention to you, very intense at times.

every time you have a reaction he likes he will grin and chuckle to himself and do whatever he did again and again and again until you’re begging him to cum.

also gets really horny at like the weirdest and most inconvenient times and will get really whiny and clingy and subtly rub up against you until you can sneak away somewhere and get each other off.

imagine his as soon as he has a break from work giving you a look like “now.” and ur like “now??” and he’s like “nOW.”

don’t tell his boss but he will go down on you in the storage closet if you let him.

relieve some stress, you know, you’re studying so hard you deserve it!!

he’s very convincing.

like i said, pretty adventurous. so he’ll want to try out new positions and stuff all the time.

not because regular sex is boring, but because it’s fun to explore!

he’s more than happy to just sit back and let you ride him on the sofa.

he’s pretty verbal too, and you can expect a lot of praise.

bottom line taehyung is hot as hell, and sex with him would be too.

lucky you!

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yunhowhoitiss · 4 years

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𝐜𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐮𝐦

𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨 𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐟𝐞𝐦)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.5k+

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, fantasy au (?), slow burn, angst if you squint, ft co-worker jongho :)

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: You’re finally starting to make ends meet when you start working at your school’s local café, but the world is so full of surprises.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: reader panics a bit(?)

𝐚/𝐧: I came up with this at 4am a couple days ago so it’s not my proudest, but I felt bad just letting it sit in my drafts so here you go :) enjoy!

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The gentle smell of freshly baked pastries, accompanied by the stronger aroma of ground coffee beans, wafted through the comfy café. There was a constant chatter as customers scattered around the joint whilst waiting, disguising the soft hum coming from behind the coffee machine. Your face was out of sight, except your hair peeked out above the espresso machine where you were pouring a latté, entertaining yourself by decorating a small heart in the foam. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as your eyes turned to soft crescents when soft wisps of your hair had fallen out of your bun and across the sides of your forehead. The steam floating from the cup caressed your hands as you picked up the mug along with an assortment of macaroons.

“Order for Julie: four macaroons, a chai latté, and an espresso affogato, extra dry!” You announced through the coffee shop, turning a few heads.

You made your way back to the station to continue other orders but stopped as you noticed something missing; you had run out of cinnamon to top off drinks. Your coworker ought to know where another carton would be, so you turned towards the kitchen to find him wrist-deep in bread dough.

“Jongho, where are the extra containers of cinnamon again?”

“Oh, those are in the grey cabinet below the pastry display,” he smiled back, all the while kneading the dough.

Flashing him an ‘ok’ sign, you headed back to the front of the shop. You hadn’t been working at the Crescent Café very long, but you happened to be a pretty fast learner, according to Jongho; you could make latte art before other trainees could even make a latte. Quickly getting back to work, you served a customer until something caught you eye whilst jotting down an order on your notepad; had the writing been on your wrist all day? It must just be something I wrote down earlier, you thought.

As the sun made its way towards the horizon, you returned to the comfort of your small apartment to freshen up, eat dinner, and momentarily forget your academic responsibilities— homework, ugh-- before heading to school again the next day. You entered you apartment with a relived sigh and threw your keys onto a nearby dresser, mumbling "I'm home" to nobody in particular. Too lazy to go to your room, you simply undressed as you walked towards the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothing behind you. Note to self: clean that up later.

The moment you stepped into the shower, your shoulders loosened as the hot water washed away your tension. The writing on your wrist caught your eye again. Scrutinizing the messy handwriting, you saw what seemed to be a shopping list.

“Eggs, lucky charms, and aftershave,” you read aloud.

Aftershave? I don’t use that. Could it be… you were lost thought, not noticing the warm steam filling the bathroom. You rubbed at your soapy skin frantically in an attempt to wash off the pen, to no avail. Lately, although rarely, you’d started to notice small bruises or random marks on your skin; you’d never seen writing, though. You briefly wondered if there was possibly another person causing this, but you only saw such things in movies or books... right?

Your heart rate started to pick up, and a heavy sensation built up in your chest. It isn’t possible, it can’t be. The cramped space of your shower started to feel suffocating. Nearly slipping, you jumped out of the shower and dried yourself off. You got dressed in whatever shirt and sweats you found hanging around your bedroom. Was something wrong with you? Am I imagining things? I’m not going crazy, right? Worrisome thoughts flooded your mind as you spiralled deeper into a panic. Calm down. Don’t skip to conclusions. You threw yourself onto the bed. In and out. It’s that simple, you consoled yourself. Slowly but surely, you felt your heart come to a rest.

When you lifted your hand up above your head the writing was still there, unchanged. So you weren’t losing your mind. Could somebody else be the cause of this? Was someone else somehow writing on your skin? No, you felt stupid for even considering the thought; otherworldly things like that only happened in comics or movies. Nevertheless, it was the only possibility that made sense to you in the moment. You let your curiosity get the best of you, and paced towards the living room to grab a pen off the coffee table. On your right hand, you simply wrote "Hi," in hopes of eliciting some sort of response.

The following day proved to be a rather sunny, warm Monday, but you had to spend your time in a closed lecture hall. The cold-toned ceiling lights were much too bright for your liking, and the monotonous professor spouted information maybe only a handful of people were genuinely listening to. That morning, you had woken up to find the list on your wrist gone, leaving only your own message from the night before. You started to think you'd really had a hallucination of some sort.

Half an hour into the lecture, you were already bored out of your mind and absentmindedly sketching intricate doodles on your notebook. I should just give up on biochemistry and become an artist, you mused to yourself. You remained focused on your art, while marks started to take shape on the back of your hand. Your soft eyes widened almost comically at the sight, and you shot a brief look to the people around you to make sure they hadn’t seen anything. Whipping your head back to your hand, you saw that the words stopped writing themselves, leaving a short message saying “Am I going nuts?”

Wondering the same thing yourself, you jotted down a response below it: “I dunno, you tell me,” followed by a cheeky smiley face. If this really was real, you might as well make a good first impression.

Weeks trickled into months as you made short exchanges with your newly discovered friend. Some nights you would write “good night” followed by a drawn heart, earning a sweet “sleep well” in return. You would frequently wake up to thoughtful words written on the palm of your hand, or you'd kindly ask your companion how they were doing when you had a quiet day at work. Even so, all you had learned about this person was their name, age, and that they were a student as well. Yunho was a twenty-one-year-old elementary education major with a minor in physiology-- he also worked as a dance teacher on weekends. You still didn’t know much about each other, so the messages never went further than greetings and simple conversations.

Be that as it may, you liked it like that. Your relationship wasn’t complex; it felt comfortable and pure, and you didn’t want to change it.

Mellow spring afternoons at the café had always been your favourite. The wispy clouds in the sky were painted a buttery yellow by the slowly setting sun, and a steady stream of nearby students stopped by for coffee. Your new friend had sweetly noted "It's golden hour. Made me think of you," on your palm, leaving you in a bubbly mood. You had started your shift by drawing a heart on your wrist, hoping your secret companion would see it.

You worked by the espresso machine as usual, humming to yourself as always. The bell rang, indicating that customers had arrived; it was a group of what seemed to be three guys and a girl.

“We’ll be right with you!” you called. You turned towards the kitchen. “Jongho, can you take their orders?” Silence. “Pretty please? I need to clean up my station.” you persisted.

“Fine, yeah,” you heard your colleague grumble.

As you tidied up behind the machine, you felt as though someone was watching you from the counter. You lifted your head curiously, meeting a pair of inquisitive doe eyes coloured a soft hazelnut brown. The warm eyes instantly turned into friendly half-moons as the boy smiled shyly upon being caught staring. You hurried back to cleaning up your station, hoping to hide the pink tint of your cheeks, but the red shade consuming your ears gave you away.

Jongho handed you the cups for their orders and walked over to the pastry display. You got started on a hot chocolate and three iced americanos, getting back into your “barista brain,” as you liked to call it. After finishing the drinks, you called out "Three iced americanos, a hot chocolate, and two blueberry muffins!”

You turned around to grab straws, and you overheard one of the guys say “I’ll grab ‘em, you guys can stay here.” You made your way back to the counter, looking up only to be met with the boy from earlier. Butterflies littered your stomach, fluttering up into your chest. “Oh, um, here are some straws,” you smiled gingerly.

“Thanks. Could I please get a sleeve as well?” he asked, “For my hot chocolate.”

“Of course!”

As you handed him the cardboard sleeve, his hands caught your eye. Not only were they the most beautiful hands you'd ever laid eyes on, but the boy had a heart drawn on the valley of skin between his left thumb and wrist, exactly where you had drawn one on your own hand just a while earlier. He seemed to recognize the message on your palm as well; a confused expression ghosted over his face. Gathering all your courage, you nodded towards his hand and did your best to form a coherent sentence. “That’s—”

“Your heart,” he interrupted, “Right?”

You giggled softly in response, barely containing your excitement.

“Right,” you smiled down at your feet in an attempt to hide the bashful grin that pulled at your lips. A hand popped up in front of you.

“Nice to meet you, y/n. My name’s Yunho-- Oh, but you know that already, don’t you?” Yunho chuckled sheepishly. You looked up and slipped your hand into his, shaking it gently. His hands were warm, fingertips ever so soft.

“Nice to meet you too.”

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sneezefiction · 4 years

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Kenma’s “Rant”

Kenma x reader - scenario

a/n: been wondering what Kenma would be like angry... and i legitimately don’t think he knows how to be?? i assume his fury resembles that of someone else’s reaction to a minor inconvenience. ok def joking, but anyway, here’s some short fluff <3

warnings: none!

wc: 660

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It’s always around 10 pm that your energy depletes for the day.

Kenma knows this because you tend to join him on the couch around then, settled in and ready for bed.

He loves that you always come to him first before going to sleep. It’s your way of reminding him that he’s not a bother to you and that you want to spend time with him, as reclusive and quiet as he is.

The fact that you’re even with him is something Kenma has never fully understood.

But some things must remain a mystery.

He’s also usually really chilly and your touch tends to warm him up a bit, which is a huge bonus. So he would never turn down a sleepy cuddle.

You’ll make your rounds, cleaning up the kitchen counters, boiling water for some hot tea.

He hears the clink of the mugs. You’re trying to find the cup and tea flavor that best matches your current mood. This time it’s a caffeine-free, cinnamon chai latte in a mug shaped like a cat.

The cat mug you chose means you’re down to snuggle, so Kenma removes his headphones and decides to play a more low-key game.

Once your routine is complete, you curl up with a blanket, making sure to place part of it on Kenma, and lay your sleepy head on his lap.

This is your happy place. Minimal effort, just cozy and sweet touches.

Your puddinghead of a boyfriend, above you.

Looking upward, you see mysterious, cat-like eyes gazing down at you. It’s as though they’re trying to unravel your mind, the golden glow practically hypnotizing you.

He smiles slightly. You poke his cheek.

Then he wordlessly gets back to playing his switch on the TV.

As you drift off to sleep, the soft light of the screen lulling you into a dream state, you realize Kenma is mumbling something to himself.

He sounds… frustrated?

But not in his usual, “I’m playing a game and can’t pass this level,” manner of frustration.

No, the boy is full-on monologuing about something that’s bothering him.

So you wake yourself back up, without letting him know you’re listening in on his little conversation with himself.

“...stupid download. I wanted to play it right now, but noooo, it just had to go and take 3 hours. What happened to the old gaming systems? Who the hell decided to get rid of disks and normally functioning controllers??” He’s whisper-yelling now.

A smile is forcing it’s way onto your face, growing as he continues.

“...these stupid developers with their dumb technology and year-long downloads. I swear, I’m going to buy the original Wii...” He sighs, finally finished with his peculiar rant.

It’s the first time you’ve ever seen him worked up over anything. You doubt even Kuroo has seen him at this level of anger.

But can it even be called anger? Is Kozume even human? If anything, it’s flat out adorable. You muse to yourself.

“Hey babe, we can get you that Wii tomorrow.” You murmur humorously, finally allowing yourself to interrupt his thoughts.

This startles him, his eyes going wide, wondering just how much you heard.

“Sorry about that... I’m just so mad. I just can’t stand how long these things take to finish downloading.” He admits.

He actually looks ashamed of himself, which completely cracks you up. Never have you seen a more mellow outburst in your life.

“You’re really something else, Kenma. If that’s what ‘Mad’ looks like on you, then I’ve got nothing to be worried about.” You giggle, placing your hands on the sweet face above you, squishing his cheeks.

He turns his head away, blushing, but your hands stay in place.

“And babe? When we get that Wii, can we please get Wii sports?”

You’re sitting up now, “Oh, oh, and let’s buy Mario Kart too, maybe?” You suggest, getting a bit too excited.

It’s the best thing he’s heard all month long.

So, congratulations, you’ve just reminded Kenma why you’re his favorite person, Kuroo taking a very close second. A place coveted by many and given near to none.

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geralt-jaskier · 4 years

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I See You

Art model!Geralt geraskier ficlet for the lovely @livewire28 <3, rated M for a dash of sexiness and dirty thoughts.

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“I know I’m supposed to be professional about this,” Jaskier said, twirling up a forkful of spaghetti, “but God damn. You saw how fit he was, right?”

Across from him, Yennefer picked at her chicken salad and made a vague sound of affirmation. The cafeteria was nearly empty around them, most of the other students finished up an hour ago.

“No. No.” Jaskier pointed at her with his fork. “You don’t get to pretend to be all cool and sophisticated and professional about this. You were practically drooling over him too. Thought I was going to have to mop up after you.”

“Don’t make me stab your eye out with my butter knife.”

“No one would make you do that, but point taken.”

She said something under her breath, and it took Jaskier a moment for the words to sink in. “You’ve already slept with him?” He dropped his fork, letting it clatter dramatically onto his tray, and he pointed an accusing finger at Yennefer. “You waited until this point in the conversation to reveal that very important, very interesting fact?”

Of bloody course Yennefer used to sleep with the handsome art model. Jaskier wasn’t even the slightest bit surprised. Yen had slept with most of the good ones — could get practically anyone she wanted with a snap of her fingers (and Jaskier would know because she’d snapped her fingers a few times at him over the past few years and he'd not been disappointed).

“Don’t worry,” she said. “He likes men too. We had a bit of fun with that. Oh, stop gaping at me. You look like an ugly fish.”

Jaskier was so jealous he could die. His jaw snapped open and shut, and he probably really did look like an ugly fish. Yennefer was usually right about these things. “I should have been one of those men you two had a bit of fun with,” he said through gritted teeth.

She considered this. “It was during the period of time when I still couldn’t stand you.”

“Damn it! Wait. You can stand me now?”

“Don’t push your luck. I'm still on the fence.”

Jaskier had taken his first art class as a lark. His true callings were music and poetry, but he’d thought perhaps having another creative pursuit in his repertoire would help unblock his core creative talents during a year full of slumps and blocks.

To his delight, it had worked. Words and tunes would work themselves out in the back of his mind while his hands and brush moved across the canvas. That had always been his main focus with each art class he took.

Until Geralt had come into the picture both literally and figuratively.

Geralt managed to make taking off a robe look incredibly manly and deeply sexy, and Jaskier had to fight to hold in a dreamy sigh as he took in all those delicious muscles. All week he’d been having pervy fantasies about touching Geralt’s body, stroking him to hardness while the rest of the class watched — all in the name of art and understanding the human form, of course. Or Geralt and Yennefer modeling erotic poses for the class, oh that was a good fantasy too, though the knowledge that Yennefer would strangle him if he ever was dumb enough to tell her about it (which frankly he was) did put a damper on that one.

But Jaskier took his studies and respect for Geralt’s (very very attractive) body seriously and kept his sighs to himself and his expression schooled into completely appropriate blankness.

That is until Geralt locked eyes with him and fucking winked. Jaskier dropped his paintbrush and his jaw.

“I may have told him you were interested, and he may have told me to give him your number,” Yennefer said, inspecting her nails. The late afternoon sun glittered off the polish. He leaned in closer from his place next to Yennefer on the bench to get a better look.

“Those look amazing by the way,” he said, referring to her bright purple polish. “But wait you did what now?”

She looked at him and said with exaggerated slowness, “Geralt. Last week, I told him you were interested, and he asked me for your number. Thinks you’re cute even though I tried to tell him it’s only skin-deep.”

“I’m oddly flattered,” Jaskier said, holding his hand over his heart.

The bar was crowded and Jaskier had to lean in close to hear Geralt, not that he was complaining. Oh woe was him to have such a beautiful creature so close. Please. He knew how to appreciate when a gift as sweet as fine wine or jewels was placed in his hands.

Geralt had his long, white-blonde hair pulled back and Jaskier fought the urge to reach over and untie it, to have Geralt’s hair free, a wild mane that fell just past his shoulders. The way he had it when he modeled in class.

“This must happen to you a lot,” Jaskier said. His third cocktail was definitely going to his head.

Geralt arched an eyebrow. “What?”

Jaskier gestured between them, raising his voice over the loud din around them. “Art students falling over themselves for you, chasing you for dates after class.”

“It’s an easy way to get first dates,” Geralt allowed.

“What about second ones?”

“Doesn’t help so much with that.”

“Lucky for me then, I guess.” Jaskier grinned and a smile broke out on Geralt’s face too.

Geralt was quiet and when he did speak he was often blunt, sometimes tactless. If he didn’t like a poem Jaskier was writing, if he thought the anatomy in his painting was wrong, he never held back. Jaskier took it in stride.

“That’s not how arms bend,” Geralt pointed out.

Jaskier turned to him with a mock expression of outrage. “I’ll make your arm bend that way if you’re not careful.”

Geralt looked between himself and Jaskier, and they burst out laughing.

The thing that could be easy to miss was that Geralt would look at Jaskier’s work time and time again, and when he did love something Jaskier was working on, well, it was the best feeling of all when Geralt looked up at him with a smile and a firm nod.

Sometimes dating an art model could make a man feel inadequate.

Normally Jaskier was a confident man, proud of his own appearance, but Geralt was something else entirely.

“You are too beautiful for this world, let alone me,” Jaskier said one night as he stared down at Geralt, spread out beneath Jaskier, his thick, meaty muscles and cock on full display. An all-you-can-eat buffet that Jaskier would never tire of dining at.

Geralt frowned and touched Jaskier’s cheek. “You’re the one beautiful one.”

Soon Jaskier wasn’t so caught up with all those lovely muscles and the strong jaw line and the glorious hair. It was Geralt he loved. Certainly, all of those things were delicious cherries on top of the love-sundae, but they were not the main draw. No, it was that Geralt would show up in the morning with a chai latte in hand, or that he’d always let Jaskier pick what movie they watched even after he made a big show of grumbling about his terrible taste, and when he saw how sweet Geralt was with his little sister Ciri, well, it did things to Jaskier’s heart.

“Your art’s changed as the semester’s gone on,” Geralt said to him one night as he looked through Jaskier’s work.

“Isn’t it a bit weird for you to be looking at art of yourself?”

Geralt shrugged. “Don’t mind.”

Jaskier looked from picture to picture in his sketchbook. Technically, he’d improved. He’d stopped drawing so many anatomical impossibilities. But it was more than that.

He closed the book and took Geralt's hand. “I think perhaps it’s because I really see you now,” he said finally.

Geralt looked at him for a long while and then said, “I see you too.”

#geraskier #geralt x jaskier #geraskier fanfic #geraskier fanfiction #my writing

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caitlesshea · 3 years

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you make a fool of death with your beauty

For @blood-suits-and-tears for the TOG HQ Secret Santa! I couldn’t resist immortal husbands + found family and I hope you like it!

“Nico? Nico!” Joe tries to move but everything feels stuck.

After a couple of minutes he’s finally able to turn over and through the wreckage he sees Nicolò laying underneath something heavy.

“Nicolò,” Joe wheezes just as Nicky stirs and moves his head to look at Joe.

“Yusuf.” Nicky reaches his hand out and Joe grasps it as he crawls closer to Nicky.

Joe’s able to move what looks like a seat off of Nicky and they both notice the open doorway as they get up slowly and stumble through it.

“Survivors! We have survivors! I need a medic!”

Joe and Nicky look at each other with wide eyes as they turn as one to see the mangled subway car behind them.

“What?” Joe’s about to ask when suddenly they’re surrounded by rescue workers and EMT’s.

The questions come in rapid fire as they’re taken to a triage situation and Joe feels like his head is going to explode.

Yes, they were on the subway together.

No, they don’t remember the crash.

Yes, they feel fine and would like to go home.

Joe leans his forehead against Nicky’s, thankful his husband is okay. He wipes some of the blood off of his forehead, a little concerned there’s not even a scrape on either of them, but thankful nonetheless.

“We’re okay,” Joe whispers in Italian. Nicky nods in return and grabs his hand, absently running his fingers over Joe’s simple wedding ring.

“I don’t remember the crash.” Nicky looks at him with wide eyes and Joe kisses him.

“Neither do I.”

“Just flashes, two women together at a shooting range, two men playing cards, and a man and another woman somewhere, Greece maybe?”

Joe’s breath catches and he looks at Nicky, confused.

“You saw all that, too?”

“Sì. Was it a dream?”

“I don’t know.” Joe runs a hand over his side, his tattered and blood covered shirt makes it looks like he was stabbed with something but like Nicky there’s not even a scratch.

“Okay gentlemen,” Officer Keane starts as he walks over to them. “Looks like the medics have checked you out, so you’re free to go. Here’s my card if you remember something and we’ll be in touch if we need your statements for anything.”

“Thank you, sir,” Joe jumps off the back of the ambulance and helps Nicky get down as well.

“We can have one of the officers drop you off somewhere so you’re not walking around the city like this.”

“Oh.” Joe looks down at both of their dusty and ruined clothes and nods. “Yes please, that would be nice.”

It’s not until they’re sitting in the car that Joe realizes how tired he is. Nicky’s head is lolling onto his shoulder and Joe brings his arm around Nicky to pull him closer.

When they finally pull up in front of their apartment building Joe grumbles at their five story walk up. Nicky makes a protesting noise as he wakes up and Joe shushes him as they make their way into the building.

He has half a mind to grab coffee and a pastry from the bakery at ground level that they work at but Joe would much rather lay down in their bed.

Their studio apartment has served them well over the years; artwork, rugs, and plants taking up a majority of the space, but it’s home.

Two broke college kids when they first moved in and now it’s over ten years later and they’re married and still sharing the same full sized bed. Joe smiles.

Not much has changed from when they met as young kids and decided to follow each other here for school.

“We should shower first, Joe.”

Joe slips out of his musings and looks down at himself and grimaces. “Yeah, we should.”

“I think the clothes are toast.”

Joe chuckles warmly. “Seems that way. C’mon, we can both fit.”

“Yusuf,” Nicky says exasperated. “You know we can’t.”

“Please, amore mio?”

Nicky must sense Joe’s desperation because he agrees quickly and they both jump into the tiny shower.

Joe relishes in the hot water as Nicky massages his scalp and winds his fingers through his curls.

“How are we not injured?” Joe asks as they step out of the shower and get into sweats so they can lay in bed together.

“I don’t know.” Nicky turns to face him and Joe pulls him closer.

“I was so scared, Nico. You were under all that rubble and - ”

“Shh, Yusuf, we’re okay.” Nicky brings Joe’s face towards his neck and Joe sinks into the familiar embrace.

We’re okay.

It’s Joe’s last conscious thought before he succumbs to sleep.

In the morning, Joe’s barely coherent enough to get out of bed, much less open the coffee shop they’ve been working at since college, that they now own.

“Yusuf, sit. I’ll open.”

“Are you sure?”

“Sì. It won’t take long. Here.” Nicky pushes Joe’s favorite chai tea latte into his hands and Joe sits down at a table to sketch while Nicky busies himself with opening the coffee shop.

Joe’s so lost in his sketching that he barely registers the front door opening until Nicky’s voice carries through the shop.

“We’re closed!”

Joe looks up and drops his charcoal as his mouth hangs open.

“Nicolò,” Joe whispers as Nicky comes from the back of the shop.

“Joe? What?” Joe watches Nicky freeze and drop the towel he’s holding.

They both turn almost comically to look at the strangers in their shop, almost like they’re seeing ghosts.

The familiarity is hard to swallow because standing in front of them are the people from their dreams during the crash.

“This is a nice place you have here. Espresso?” The tall woman with short black hair and piercing blue eyes asks and Nicky nods as he goes to grab her a drink.

“Uh, anyone else?” Nicky asks as an afterthought and as everyone prattles off their order Joe stands to help, thankful for something to do.

“Why did we dream of them?” Joe whispers to Nicky as they start making drinks.

“I don’t know.”

“Do you think they caused the crash?”

Nicky looks at him sharply. “Do you?”

Joe looks over at the people scattered throughout their shop and feels something tug in his chest. “No.”

Nicky nods his agreement and leans in to kiss Joe and Joe smiles as they carry the various drinks to the six others.

Various thank you’s and a couple of happy moans later, Joe and Nicky sit down at the last empty table.

“I’m sure you have questions.” The same woman speaks again.

They nod.

“I’m Andromache the Scythian, but you can call me Andy. This is Quynh, James Copley, Sébastien le Livre, Nile Freeman, and Lykon.

“Joe al-Kaysani.” Joe points to himself.

“Nicky di Genova.” Nicky responds and grabs Joe’s hand.

Andy nods. “You own the shop?”

“Yes.”

“And you live upstairs?”

“How do you?”

“I just do.” Andy’s no nonsense voice is truly something to behold.

Joe doesn’t like it but he nods anyways.

“Why are you here? Why did we dream of you?” Nicky gets right to the point and Joe squeezes his hand.

“We dream each other,” James says slowly. “When we die.”

“When we?” Joe swallows roughly.

“You died on that train, but you came back to life.” Quynh chirps in a sing song voice.

“We what?”

“You can’t die,” Andy says as she drinks her espresso like it’s no big deal.

“We can’t die?”

“Not anymore,” Nile responds this time. “I know it’s confusing.”

“You think?” Joe snaps and Nicky rubs his thumb over Joe’s hand to calm him down.

“We’re immortal. All of us and now you two, as well. We each have our own story but mine started thousands of years ago, and we dream of each other when we first die, until we meet, so we can find each other,” Andy says in one long winded breath and Joe and Nicky stare at her with wide eyes.

“We can’t die?” Joe whispers.

“Not anymore,” Sébastien responds gruffly.

“And we don’t age?” Nicky, ever pragmatic, asks.

“You’ll forever be the ages you are now.” Lykon points to them.

“We, we can’t leave.” Joe thinks of their home, their shop, their friends.

“You have about ten years before people start to get suspicious, especially if you adjust your appearances, but we can deal with that when the time comes,” James responds and Sébastien snorts.

“We don’t have to go with you?”

“Not if you don’t want to.” James looks sharply at Andy and she nods.

“Eventually the people around you will age and die, but…”

“It’s just us,” Nicky’s outburst is met with confused stares. “It’s just us, our families are gone.”

“But, we have the shop and we don’t want to leave it.” Joe adds.

“Then you won’t.” Nile smiles at them. “Plus maybe you could use another barista?”

“Wait really?” Joe asks bewildered.

“It’s been a long time since we’ve spent any time in this city, I think we can stay,” Andy states and everyone releases a collective breath.

“Really, Boss?” Sébastien asks.

“Yeah, Book.”

“Book?” Joe and Nicky ask.

“Booker,” Sébastien responds. “It’s a nickname.”

“It’s very original, darling.” James leans across the table to kiss Sébastien, whose face has turned slightly pink.

Joe smiles at them and leans closer to Nicky.

They look at their new friends as they let their voices wash over them. The gentle teasing that only comes from knowing someone a long time.

Time that Joe and Nicky seem to have an abundance of, now.

“Forever, hayati,” Nicky whispers with a reverence that makes Joe’s heart sing.

“Forever.”

#joe x nicky #the old guard #tog hq secret santa #mentions of blood #canon temporary character death

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monstersandmaw · 4 years

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Male werewolf x female reader (nsfw)

Edit which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

This is a patreon tier reward, and I hope you enjoy my take on their big, dad-bodded werewolf OC, Lowe. It's been up on Patreon on early release and is now up on Tumblr for you to enjoy.

Content: playful banter, fluff, the briefest flicker of angst, some dominant tendencies in Lowe (it's not D/s though, for anyone who's not into that), and a reader who gives as good as she gets. Wordcount: 2792

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As you yanked the door to the campus cafe open with about twice as much force as it needed, you caught a glimpse of Lowe working behind the counter. Of course, there was a massive queue at this time of day; at the midpoint of the afternoon when people were thinking about either finishing up early or knuckling down for a caffeine-fuelled all-nighter.

Engrossed as he’d looked in his work before, he glanced up as if he’d sensed your presence, his warm eyes flicked briefly in your direction as the door opened, and he offered you a quick, fond, twitch of the lips before turning back to the masterpiece of latte art in his hands. Even at that distance, you felt your body relaxing a little more around him. In the time since he’d made some playfully snarky comment about your Pokémon shirt a few months ago - which had, in fact, led to a joint outing on campus playing Pokémon Go together - you and he had fallen into an easy friendship.

You tried not to snarl softly to yourself as the woman at the front of the queue, old enough to be a post-grad perhaps, leaned on the counter and flirted openly with him, but at the end of the day, what claim did you have to him anyway? Lowe was your friend, and as much as you’d like to think you might be the tall, long-haired guy’s type (he was certainly yours, with that ‘powerful-yet-soft-around-the-edges’ dad bod he had going on, and that self-assured confidence that tipped just pleasantly shy of being arrogance), you couldn’t really be sure. After all, you’d seen him getting pretty close with a guy friend of his, so for all you knew, he wasn’t even interested in women, but you’d never really discussed that. The most personal things had got so far was Bloodborne bosses and beloved DnD characters, which was also fine.

The queue slowly dwindled in front of you, and when you stepped up to the counter, Lowe turned from the machine on the far counter and plonked a large cup down before your lips had even opened to begin your order. His grin was positively wolfish, all teeth and glinting eyes.

You pouted and snapped, “And what if I wanted a chai latte with soy milk today?”

He raised one thick eyebrow as he popped the takeaway lid onto the cup with a distractingly big hand, and said flatly, “You hate soy milk. Drink up, grumpy-guts. You’ll feel better…”

You huffed, took the cup off the counter, slapped the cash down just hard enough to make him chuckle and twitch another smile - damn the bastard looked pleased with himself and double-damn, if he didn’t look extra-specially good wearing that expression - and he announced to his colleague that he was going on break.

He joined you outside, tugging out one of the heavy, metal chairs for you without a word before taking a seat on the other side of the table.

Lowe closed his eyes, tipping his head back a little to feel the chilly late-spring breeze on his face. He looked good as he relaxed like that, with his long, thick, nut-brown hair tied back off his face with a few fluffy bits escaping at the front, and his big arms folded across his chest and resting on the slight paunch he had at the waist. Something about the thick, almost russet-brown scruff on his jaw made you want to touch it. Instead, you sipped your drink and sighed.

“Good?” he asked without moving or opening his eyes.

“You know it is, you cocky little shit,” you laughed. Banter with him was always so easy, and you gave as good as you got. “Thanks, by the way. Wouldn’t want you to think I’m a complete brat…”

He snorted and cracked an eye to look at you. The sun caught in his golden-brown iris and glinted softly like polished amber, and it honestly stole your breath for a moment. “How’s the course going?” he asked instead of teasing you any more. “You were pretty stressed about that assignment last time we talked.”

You rolled your eyes and puffed the air out of your chest, swiftly following it with some inarticulate grunt of despair. “It would be going a lot better if my roommate wasn’t also being such an inconsiderate asshole,” you snarled. “Seriously, I don’t think I can take the smell of weed or the late nights any more.”

He frowned. “Can’t you talk to someone about it?”

“Have done. Not sure I’ll have a roommate for much longer though… Missing classes and being constantly stoned must equal tanking grades, right?”

Lowe nodded but didn’t say anything for a while, watching as a gnoll and her girlfriend strolled past, hand in hand. The gnoll nuzzled her nose against the human’s ear and elicited a squawk that made her giggle in return. Eventually he said, “You free this weekend?”

Cocking your head to one side, you shrugged. “Hand-in is on Friday afternoon, so… yeah? I mean, I had just planned to sleep all day… why?”

He looked uncharacteristically apprehensive and chewed on the inside of his cheek before answering. “I was going to head up into the woods for the weekend. Camping. Wondered if you wanted to come too?”

“Camping?”

“Yeah…” he said, looking like he was regretting mentioning it now. “But if you don’t want to, it’s fine. I mean… you’ve earned your rest, and camping under the stars isn’t for everyone. Don’t feel like you have -”

“Shut up for a second, will you?” you laughed, and he drew up short and blinked, staring at you before laughing fondly. “I’ve actually never been camping. I’d love to go, as long as you don’t make me go for a ten mile hike as well…”

“Would I treat you like that?” he crooned and you rolled your eyes again and muttered something which you didn’t think he’d catch. Somehow, however, he did, and he barked a loud laugh, startling a cervitaur walking past with his grocery shopping in each hand. As Lowe turned to look at the cervitaur he’d surprised, you watched his eyes flare gold, almost unnaturally so. Perhaps it was just a trick of the sunlight at this angle. When he looked back at you, you missed what he said, staring at his eyes, which were now back to their normal, warm brown.

He murmured your name, sounding a little concerned. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean it. You’re not a brat… not really…”

“Shut up,” you retorted, your tone carrying no venom. “And you know full well know I can be.”

That Thursday afternoon, your roommate moved out, finally expelled for drug use and selling to other students, and you fumigated the room as best you could, relieved at last. The second after you’d finished deep-cleaning everything, you texted Lowe and said, ‘So… I’m down a roommate now.’

‘You need me to help hide the body?’ he sent back immediately and you burst out laughing.

‘I love you, but no. It was expulsion rather than murder. I was kind of hoping you might want to move in instead?’ you sent, your heart in your mouth. He’d mentioned he was looking for a place closer to campus, and this could be perfect for him. If he was willing to have you as his roommate, of course.

‘Definitely interested. Can I think about it and let you know this weekend?’

That wasn’t a complete rebuttal, you figured. ‘Of course.’

‘Cheers. I’ll pick you up at ten on Saturday.’

True to his word, Lowe didn’t take you on a ten mile route march. He drove you up to the start of a wide, easy looking trail that was apparently only three miles up to the campsite, along a winding, inviting, grassy path. Despite looking maybe a little towards the less fit end of the scale, Lowe was four strides ahead of you in a matter of seconds. Realising this, he slowed, and you nudged him with your elbow.

“Thanks,” you said and he gave you one of his soft, secret smiles that you didn’t see very often.

He wasn’t particularly talkative as you made your way up the path, but the silence between you was easy, relaxing even.

“You’re such a cliche, you know that?” you laughed a little while later as you paused on a rock for a drink and to adjust the laces of your shoe.

Lowe scowled. “How?”

You stared pointedly at the penknife in his hand and the stick he’d picked up and had idly begun to whittle into a howling wolf in his big, strong hands, almost as if he’d not even realised he was doing it. Again, he surprised you by just shrugging a shoulder and turning back to it while you enjoyed the scene. He seemed a bit distracted somehow. When you moved on, he stashed it in his pocket.

Lowe carried literally everything, stowing your water bottle for the way up in the side pocket of his backpack, and even a two-person tent, food supplies for that evening and breakfast, and more water than you probably drank over the course of three days, and yet he still managed to arrive at the campsite as if he’d just strolled the length of one city block.

He impressed you again by lighting a fire and cooking a veritable feast for you both on a little makeshift grill, and he looked more than pleased with himself when you complimented him. “Don’t let it go to your big fat head,” you snickered and he growled playfully at you.

Quite literally growled.

The moment he’d done it, he went still, eyes wide, and even looked a little sick. “Shit,” he hissed.

“What?”

“I…” then his huge shoulders slumped despondently and he let out a long breath. “I guess now’s as good a time as any to tell you. I mean, I’ve been meaning to tell you for… well, since we kind of became friends, really. But it never seemed… convenient…”

“Convenient to tell me what?”

He shuffled a bit and poked at the embers of the fire. Your stomach felt uneasy, and it had nothing to do with the inordinate amount of amazing food you’d just finished. “I…” he began, and then whispered, “Fuck it.” He looked you in the eye and said, “I’m not human. I’m a werewolf.”

You blinked. It didn’t totally surprise you, if you were honest. “Well, that… certainly makes one or two things add up…”

“You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad?”

He turned his golden eyes away from you and poked a bit more at the smoldering, grey wood, making it crumble to fragile ashes. He did look a bit easier now though. “I figured… maybe you wouldn’t… that if you knew that I’m not human, you might not want me as your roommate anymore… It was stupid though, I know.”

“Lowe,” you said, more gently this time, reaching for his bare forearm where he’d cuffed his tartan sleeve up to his elbow. His skin was warm and his muscles tensed, hard as the earth beneath you as he waited for whatever you were going to say next. “You’ve become probably my best friend… There’s no one I’d rather be roommates with than you. Besides, who else is going to tolerate your Soulsborne marathons and hipster lumberjack wardrobe?”

A long, low growl emanated from him but it dissolved into laughter when he saw your expression and he shook his head. “I can’t believe I was so chicken about you knowing…”

“I can’t believe you looked like you pissed yourself a minute ago!”

His eyes flashed openly gold now and he huffed, “I did not…”

“You totally did. Anyway, I’m glad you told me. But you know that means I’m going to want to know all the details.”

“I think I’ll save that for another day,” he said as he reached for the s’mores beside him.

‘Another’ day turned out to be a week after you’d helped him move all his boxes into your room. He was lying on his back on his bed, his arms folded up behind his head, one knee bent, the other leg stretched out, foot dangling off the end of the mattress. You glanced across the room at him from where you had your laptop on your knees and your headphones on, working on the last tweaks of the next assignment due. He looked tense, even though he wasn’t really doing anything in particular.

Removing your headphones, you murmured, “Lowe? Everything alright?”

“Mmm,” he half growled. A moment later he heaved out a huge sigh and said, “No. Full moon’s tomorrow night. I always get kind of… cranky around now.”

“Anything I can do to help?”

Whatever you’d thought he’d say, you hadn’t expected the long, low moan that escaped him. It was not an innocent noise. Breathing through his mouth in soft, quiet pants, he didn’t look at you, but you sensed that his eyes were glowing.

“Lowe?”

“No,” he said. “Not unless you want to take whatever this is between us somewhere else…”

You bit your lip. “You mean…?”

“It would probably take the edge off if we slept together, yes,” he said bluntly. “But if you don’t want that, then I’m hardly going to push…”

“I like it when you’re pushy,” you countered, setting your laptop aside and staring him in the eye.

His pupils blew wide and he raised his nose. “Fuck,” he cursed. “Oh… fuck, you’re beautiful.”

With a smile, you crossed the room to him as he sat up, watching your every move with unwavering, lupine focus. “Let me help you out, big guy,” you crooned playfully and he twitched his lip in a possessive snarl, eyes golden and locked on the curve of your neck.

“Last chance,” he said. “I don’t want you regretting crossing this line with me.”

“You’ve got super-human senses, Lowe,” you said, playing with the hem of your shirt. His gaze darted instantly to the movement, transfixed by the glimpse of skin beneath your top. “You must know how I feel about you by now…”

“Yes, but lusting after someone and doing something about it is different when they’re your friend… I don’t want you to feel like I’m putting pressure on you…”

In answer, you reached out and trailed your fingertips up his neck, scratching him a little bit and making him growl again, and as you finished with a single finger drawing a line up his throat and under his chin, he shivered, as if barely holding himself back. “Why don’t you put just the right amount pressure on me… here?” you said, licking your lips as you climbed into his lap, straddling his thick thighs and running your palms over the softness of his stomach.

His jaw was soft, mouth open as he panted openly, and beneath you as you ground your hips to emphasise your question, you felt his hard cock.

A heartbeat later, he’d clamped his hands under your thighs and stood up. Lowe dropped you onto the bed with the perfect mix of recklessness and carefulness and lunged for you. He peppered and mouthed kisses down your neck, tugging at your skin with his canines, biting at your earlobe, his short beard burning and scratching your skin deliciously, and all the while he ground his cock against your thigh through his jeans.

It clearly wasn’t nearly enough, and it wasn’t long before you were both naked on his bed, and he had his mouth on you, his hands spreading your legs wide as he used the strength in his arms that his softer body belied. “Don’t come yet,” he rasped between strokes of his tongue. “Not til I say…”

“Oh,” you gasped, fighting the rising wave of heat that swept up your body, tingling under your skin, at that command. You tried, you really did, but in a mere few strokes of his tongue, you came with a cry against the heat of his mouth, bucking while he held you down and pulled you against his mouth to press his tongue tight against your throbbing clit.

When he pulled back, looking extremely smug about himself and his talents, you saw that his canines had lengthened and his features had become a little less… human.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said, clearly still enjoying the taste of you on his lips.

“Will you hurry up and fuck me?” you pouted, and he snarled.

“Such a brat,” he laughed, but he didn’t waste any time either.

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