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nightshade-minho · 4 years

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-Nightmare- (13)

Warnings: mentions of abuse and domestic violence. smut, again. emotional sex, outdoor sex, v. slight degradation, fingering, oral (m. receiving), possessiveness, unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie, light pregnancy kink.

Wc: 5.5k

As soon as you finished crying, you sat up, sniffing as you grabbed the bottle of water on your bedside table, chugging the liquid down. Wiping your lips, you slipped off the bed. Maybe you overreacted earlier...

You told yourself you had every right to be angry at him. He was playing with your feelings, driving you crazy.

Sometimes, he looked at you in ways that made the tiniest bit of hope bloom deep within you. But every time you let yourself hope, he let you down cruelly, unknowingly. Hope was a dangerous thing. You had to accept it would never happen.

Were you being selfish? You frowned as the thought settled itself in your head. He needed a best friend, but you had to ruin it by confessing...you knew things could never be the same now, even if the two of you somehow managed to make up for the 100th time. There were unspoken emotions crackling between you, the tension so tight and painful. It was tiring, frustrating.

When you lied to him, telling him that you didn’t love him after all...you’d noticed the disappointment in his eyes. It had made you curious. What if...what if he did like you? The way he seemed almost jealous during your short-lived relationship with Juyeon...

No. You shook your head. You wouldn’t allow yourself to hope again. Minho was a good best friend. And that’s all he’ll ever be. You knew you had to apologize for your outburst.

Standing, you wiped your eyes, making sure your face was dry before opening your bedroom door, only to be greeted with an empty living room. Frowning, you walked over to his door, knocking.

No response.

***

Minho sat in his car, drumming his fingers on the wheel. Everything had to be perfect. This was his last chance to tell you how he felt. He couldn’t afford to fuck this up...if he didn’t get to confess this time, he might as well give up.

He turned his head as his phone pinged, eyes scanning the text message he’d just been sent. Perfect.

***

Two days had passed, and Minho still hadn’t returned to the apartment. You felt empty. You couldn’t really blame him for leaving...but how long would he be gone? Was he out of your life forever? What if when the doorbell rings, it’d be him, coming to gather his things and move out?

The thought made you want to cry again. Your eyes were red, tired. Over the past few days, you’d thrown yourself into your work, finishing a lot of assignments in a very short time. All you wanted to do was apologize to him, have him back.

Your phone rang, and you sat up to take it, hoping it was him. Your heart dropped when you saw it wasn’t. Sighing and shaking your head, you lifted it to your ear.

“Hi, mom...”

“Hello, dear. I hope you’re doing well? How’s Minho?”

You swallowed, fiddling with the hem of your blanket, your mouth open and ready to lie.

But...you just couldn’t. It came out before you could even think about it.

“I’m in love with him, Mom.”

“And?”

You frowned, sitting up a little further. “What?”

“Honey, we know. We’ve known since you were 12.”

“B-but-”

“None of that matters. How are you guys?”

“Mom...”

You gulped, starting to spill. You told her everything that happened over the past few days, the heavy weight in your heart lifting slightly as she listened patiently.

Once you were done, you panted, rubbing your eyes. “Yeah...I don’t mind, Mom. I don’t care if he doesn’t like me back. I can’t lose him...but I think I just did. I haven’t seen him in two whole days.”

There was more silence, before your mom quietly spoke. “Darling...how about you come over this evening? You can have dinner here, maybe stay the night.”

“It’s an hour-long drive...and I don’t have a car. Minho’s gone, so I can’t make him drive me there either.”

“Take a bus. Surely you’re not that broke.” She chuckled. “Come on, I wanna see my baby girl...”

You sighed, smiling despite yourself. “Okay.”

You hung up after a few minutes of small talk, buzzing with excitement to go back to the place where you grew up. You realized belatedly that everywhere you looked, you’d be reminded of Minho.

You stood up to go change, digging through your wardrobe. There was still a slight ache in your heart, but you pushed it aside for now.

***

This was the longest the two of you had ever spent apart. Two days, and Minho was already feeling like he’d spent an eternity away from you. He sat on your bed, eyes scanning the walls of your childhood home.

The posters on the wall remained the same, the walls still painted a pale pink. His eyes drifted to the polaroid collage on the wall, some of the polaroids missing. He knew you’d taken your favorite ones when the two of you left for college...he liked seeing them whenever he was in your room. Each one brought back a different, wonderful memory from your childhood.

He stood up, walking over to the wall and scanning the pictures with a fond, sad smile on his face.

You hadn’t taken his favorite one, though. It was a selfie you’d taken under the willow tree years ago, one in which you were making a goofy face to the camera, the necklace snug around your neck. It was a day after your 13th birthday...and probably the day he realized you were the only girl for him. He was gazing down at you in the photo, the way he usually did when he thought you weren’t looking. He still remembered the way he’d felt that day...his dad had been particularly aggressive when he’d gone home. It had been so scary. He had had a restless sleep that night, his heart torn and his brain hazy even as he woke up the next day, walking to your house.

But seeing your face had gotten rid of all that.

***

You lifted up the wicker basket, waving as Minho walked over to you.

“Finally! You’re here!”

“Yeah...”

“What’s wrong? You look sad...” Your expression turned concerned, smile disappearing as you took in his dark features. He felt his heart quiver, cocking his head to the side. He didn’t want you to be sad...and you would be, if he told you what happened. Your happiness was more than enough to make him forget all his worries.

“Nothing. What’s that?” He pointed at the basket.

You frowned. “It’s a picnic baske- never mind that. You’re not fooling me, Minho. Tell me what’s wrong, or I won’t share this with you.” You warned, hiding the basket behind you. He chuckled, coming closer to ruffle your hair. “Yeah yeah, okay. I don’t want to do this in the middle of the street, though.”

You nodded, walking down to the tree, Minho following you silently. You sat down, pulling the plate of sandwiches you’d made out of the basket, and handing one to him.

He took it with a sad smile, sighing and looking down at his lap. “It’s just...the same old, you know? Last night, he was screaming. I heard glass breaking and things being thrown around. I checked on her before coming here, and she seemed fine, but...” He glanced at you, trailing off. Just as he’d expected, you looked like you were trying hard to not look as distressed as you were.

He sighed. “I don’t know.” He took a bite of the sandwich, closing his eyes and humming. “This tastes goo-”

He was interrupted by the feeling of your arms wrapping around him. He opened his eyes, looking down at you as you pressed your cheek to his chest, mumbling. Breathing in deeply, he used his free hand to pull you into him, leaning back onto the trunk and patting the small of your back.

A comfortable silence followed as Minho stretched his hand out to grab your sandwich from the plate on the grass, giving it to you. The two of you ate quietly, tangled up in each other, your touch conveying what your words couldn’t.

***

The photo was a reminder. You always knew just what to do, always made him feel at home in a world where he felt like he didn’t belong.

He belonged to you. You belonged with each other.

It might have taken years for him to realize, but now that he knew, he wasn’t going to give up.

***

You left the bus-stop, making your way to your childhood home. You pressed your lips together as you neared it, a heady mix of sentimentality and uneasiness fueling your exasperation with your decision.

It’ll be okay. Seeing your parents would make you feel better. Just...don’t think about him, for now at least.

You unwrapped your scarf from around your neck as you reached, tapping your foot as you rang the doorbell. You waited for your mom to open the door, exhausted, having spent the whole bus ride standing.

Your eyes widened as the door finally opened.

The last person you were expecting to see was standing right there, the familiarity of his face springing tears to your eyes.

“Minho?!”

“Y/n.” He smiled sadly. You frowned. Confusion, anger and relief filled you, as your brain fought between wanting to hug him, or kill him.

You chose the former.

Surging forward into his arms, you cried into his chest as you hugged him tightly. He stroked your hair, shushing you. “I’m sorry...” You apologized brokenly, sniffing.

“No.” He said firmly. ‘You’re not allowed to be sorry, because you had every right to be angry at me. I’m the one...I’m the one who should be sorry.”

“You’re my best friend, Minho. We’ve been through too much together to let things like this faze us.”

He bit his lip. “Things like...love?”

You paused, looking up at him and frowning. “W-well, yeah. Our friendship goes past silly things like love.” You laugh nervously, trying to hide the emotions bubbling up in you.

He blinked, swallowing. “Y-you think love is silly?” He asked, his tone as even as he could manage.

“W-well...I mean...” You trailed off, shrugging.

He sighed, shaking his head as he pulled you away from him.

“No more of this.”

“W-what?”

“No more dancing around the subject.”

“What subject?”

He remained silent. Grabbing your hand, he led you to the willow tree you knew the way to all too well. His grip around your wrist was too tight as he walked quickly.

Confused, you let him pull you along, squinting as you tried not to fall over from how fast he was pulling you.

He stopped suddenly as the two of you reached, slowly letting go of your wrist.

You panted. “What are you...” your voice grew faint, eyes still fixed on him. Your heart throbbed as he leaned in a little, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

He looked away from you, smiling slowly. You followed his line of sight.

A small gasp left your lips.

He’d strung fairy lights from the willow tree’s branches, the space below it bathed in soft gold. There was a checkered picnic blanket on the grass, a familiar wicker basket lying on top of it. It looked beautiful.

The tree looked different from the last time you saw it...but it was still somehow the same. A wave of nostalgia washed over you, making you even more emotional as you glanced up at him, then back in front of you.

“When did you...why-”

“Shh.”

He dragged you over, sitting down on the blanket and tapping the spot next to him. “Come on.”

You hesitated, your heart beating loudly as you sat down. “Minho, I...I don’t know what to say...”

“So don’t.” He sighed, blinking as he inhaled, psyching himself up. It was time. There was a potent mix of fear and trepidation in him as the weight of what he was about to do dawned on him.

“I can’t do this anymore, Y/n. I can’t stay friends.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, tilting your head. You felt a sharp pain in your heart as you nodded, discomfiture settling on your face as you tried to smile. So, this was it. You’d really fucked everything up. “T-that’s...okay. I can understand why-”

He groaned in frustration, his heart a mess of emotions as he watched you look at the grass, blabbering as you tried to hide your heartache. “That’s not what I meant.”

You looked back up at him. “Then what did-”

He scooted forward, grabbing your cheeks. “I...”

He sighed, tearing up at the sight of your face. Seeing you cry always made his heart weak.

He couldn’t hold it back anymore.

He brushed your hair out of the way, lip trembling as he felt the tears keep coming. He opened his mouth, heart pounding.

“I’m in love with you, Y/n.”

As soon as the words left his lips, your face turned blank, your brain unable to comprehend what he had just said.

It felt like fire had just been set to your heart. You’d just heard the words you’d been yearning to hear from him for years...and you were unsure how to react, your mind still trying to digest it.

He...he loved you? Was this another one of your dreams that ended with nightmarish twists?

Minho exhaled, smiling, his teary eyes sparkling. God. it felt good to finally tell you that.

He looked back down at you, smile slowly dropping as he saw your expression.

“Look...I’m okay if you don’t like me back.” He said, his heart slowly breaking as you stayed quiet, your expression still shell-shocked. “I’m fine with staying b-”

You interrupted him, pressing your lips to his.

Tears were still streaming down your face. You just couldn’t take it anymore. He emitted a soft sound of surprise before melting into the kiss, his tears mixing with yours as he fell back, pulling you on top of him. The very real feeling of his mouth against yours confirmed that you weren’t in a dream, after all. This was real.

He kissed you like his life depended on it, breathing heavily as you gently deepened the kiss. His lips were soft, nipping at yours as he pulled away just a little.

Minho held your cheeks, inhaling as his eyes searched yours, the raw emotion in them blowing you away. You wondered why you’d never seen it before. Stroking the side of your head with one hand, he pulled you into him once more, his lips finding yours again as he closed his wet eyes.

“I love you.” He whispered against your lips, nudging your nose with his. “I love you I love you I love you.” Breathless, he swallowed. “I love you...”

The dam had been broken, and now all he he wanted to do was say what he’d been holding back for so long.

Your chest rose and fell with rapid breaths as you stared at him, his grip on your waist growing tighter as you felt yourself shake.

“P-please, don’t play with my feelings. Minho- Please, I can’t take it. Do you...do you really mean it?” You choked out, still in disbelief, even as he cupped your cheek, eyes boring into yours.

“I wouldn’t lie to you about something like this.”

You shook your head, wiping your wet cheek as you sat up a little. Getting off him, your eyes drifted up to the river as you turned around. The water was still, the moonlight reflecting off of it.

He sat up as well, watching as the light breeze tousled your hair.

“I...Minho.”

“Mm?” He said, heart still pounding. He knew it was selfish of him...but he wanted to hear you say it, too. Yes, it was hypocritical, considering how long it had taken him to finally confess, but he couldn’t help it.

“I lied before. I mean...I lied about lying.” You groaned, struggling to formulate your words. “What I’m trying to say is...I’m in love with you too. And I have been for the better part of two years.”

A torrent of emotions rushed into him as he blinked rapidly, unable to comprehend it for a second. It should have been happiness, mainly, but there was also this heavy sense of hurt and guilt gripping him. So all the pain that had been caused over the past few weeks...it was all for nothing. The two of you had hurt each other over and over again, unaware of your true feelings. If only either of you had the courage to say something...all the heartache could have been avoided.

“Y-you are?”

“Yeah.” You sniffed, back still facing him. He watched as your body quivered, slowly realizing that you’d been through the same anguish as him...and for longer.

Shifting a little closer, he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry. For...for everything.”

“I am, too.”

You turned slightly, breathing in as you made eye contact with him. Staring at each other, you felt the weight on your heart disappear completely. Calmness filling the two of you as the once-unspoken truths lingered in the air around you, electricity sparking as you turned to face him completely.

You watched as his gaze drifted down from your eyes to your lips, his tongue darting out ever so subtly as his gaze turned heavier.

He leaned in, lips hovering over you.

“Tell me. Again.” He whispered, bottom lip brushing against yours as he surveyed your face, eyes turning darker.

“I l-love you.”

He growled in satisfaction, his lips claiming yours quickly. You whimpered as he pulled you onto his lap, his insistent lips parting your shaking ones as his tongue gently met yours.

Neither of you could help it. He was consumed with an ardent need to show you just how much he loved you. Minho had never been good with words...but there were other ways to prove one’s sincerity. Slowly making out, the two of you completely forgot how to breathe as the sweet fear from before melted away, surrendering completely to the passion. His hands were all over you, squeezing your skin, touching you as if you’d disintegrate at any moment.

“Minho...”

He gazed up at you, the ardor in his eyes catching you off guard as you opened your mouth to speak, hesitating.

“Promise to me...that we won’t ever hurt each other again. That we’ll...we’ll spend the rest of our life together, no matter what happens. Please.”

“Y/n...I don’t think I can let you go. You’re mine and I’m yours. We’re meant to be. I just wish it hadn’t taken me this long to realize. I wish I hadn’t turned into the one person I’m most afraid of. I’ve always feared history repeating itself...tried my best to avoid it. But here I am, hurting the girl I love.”

He sucked in air, eyes closing as he tried to drive away the bad memories.

“I won’t deny that you hurt me, but it’s not like I was much better. We both made mistakes, Minho. I’m prepared to make up for them, though. I’ll spend the rest of my life trying, if you’ll let me.”

You traced your finger over his cheek as he spoke. “I guess neither of us are perfect.”

You nodded. “I love you, Minho. All of you, including your flaws. I wanna take every part of you, and...I w-want you to do the same for me.”

He gave you a weak smile, kissing you yet again. He just couldn’t get enough of the feeling of your soft, wet mouth moving against his own...the feeling of being able to kiss you without any residual apprehension. It made him feel light-headed, your hot tongue sliding against his...the sensation causing him to groan against your lips as he adjusted you on his lap.

You pulled away to breathe. Minho’s eyes were already too far gone...and as you shifted slightly, you felt his thick bulge brush up against your core, softly gasping.

“N-need you, Y/n.” He breathed, resting his forehead against yours as his eyes welled up further. “If you’ll allow me...please, wanna claim you as mine...”

He really didn’t have to beg. Just the sight of him, breathless and wanting, sent sparks shooting through you. You needed him just as much as he needed you.

You let your lips trail down to his jawline, kissing along it. You hoped you could convey every inexplicable emotion you were feeling through each kiss you laid on his skin.

He caressed your back as you continued your ministrations, relaxing slightly. However, after a few minutes of you sucking tenderly down his neck, his impatience grew, and you could tell by the way he kept bucking his hips intermittently.

In a second, he rolled over so he was on top, admiring the way your face shone in the dim glow of the lights, hair splayed out on the grass. You looked so beautiful under him. He wanted to appreciate you even more, but the hardness between his thighs was making him increasingly aggravated.

Needing to be inside your warmth, his hand founds its way under your skirt, pressing the pad of his thumb to your clothed clit. He let out a moan as he felt how wet you were, delighting in the fact that it was all for him.

He stroked you through your underwear, eyes fixed on you. Your mouth was slightly open, eyes fluttering closed as you whimpered, needing more.

“Minho, please...” You spread your thighs apart a little more, hoping he would give you what you wanted. He leaned in, nibbling on your ear as he pushed your panties to the side. His fingers dragged through your slick folds, collecting as much wetness as he could before lifting his fingers to your mouth. You immediately parted your lips, sucking on his fingers as you squirmed, his tongue laving your earlobe.

“Kitten...” He whispered in your ear, the breathy neediness from before replaced with a cool confidence as he settled into his role. “So needy for me, even though we’re just a few minutes away from your childhood home...are you that desperate for my cock?”

You mewled, his words turning you on even more as he groaned, lifting off of you to scan your face. Your eyes drifted downwards, the sight of his concealed erection making you lick your lips.

“Wanna...wanna taste you...”

Minho’s eyes glinted, burning with fervor as he observed you, incandescent with desire. He’d never seen you like this before.

“Alright, kitten...”

He got off you, moving so that he was leaning against the tree’s trunk next to you. You turned slightly, fiddling with his zipper as you took his cock out, almost too eagerly. You got on all fours, pulling down his boxers to free his length.

Holding his girth in your hand, you admired it for a second before bending down and licking his slit tentatively, the taste of his pre-cum making you shudder. His hand smoothed down your back, lifting your dress and pulling down your panties just enough for him to access your core. You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, shivering as his middle finger circled your puckered rim a few times before drifting down to your pussy.

You sucked on his tip, loving the way he tasted. You were glad you were fully sober this time, and in the right head-space to truly see, feel and taste him. Swirling your tongue around him, you moaned as he slid two fingers into your heat.

Minho grunted, the feeling of your warm walls clenching around his fingers combined with your wet tongue running repeatedly over his slit making him snap. He shoved his cock into your mouth, catching you by surprise. Groans left him as the pleasure washed over him, the speed of his fingers driving into your pussy increasing in time with his thrusts into your mouth.

You whined as he took his fingers out of you, pulling you gently off his cock. His eyes darkened even more as he admired your fucked out features, strings of drool and pre-cum connecting his tip to your mouth.

“You’re so pretty. I’m so lucky to finally be able to call you mine.”

You blushed, heart palpitating as you got on his lap again, hand wrapping around his cock. Minho placed his hands on your hips, pulling you forward a little so that your clit was pressed right up against his shaft.

“Wanna fill you up.” He mumbled, mouthing at your neck. “Make you mine.”

He lifted you up slightly, aligning your entrance with his tip.

“He didn’t...didn’t fuck you, did he?”

You shook your head, watching as Minho’s eyes flashed, satisfied with the answer. He entered you steadily, his cock filling you up deliciously. You let out a soft moan, feeling him slide deeper as you lowered yourself completely.

His fingers came up to your waist, pulling you against him, your cheek on his shoulder as he muttered obscenities.

“Good. This pussy belongs to me, and only me. Along with the rest of you.”

You whined helplessly, inaudibly agreeing as Minho chose that very moment to thrust up into you.

“You’re so beautiful. So breathtaking. Nothing- fuck, nothing can compare to this...” He mumbled, hiking your skirt up and clutching at your ass as he started making love to you, his pace steady yet deep.

It was different from the first time.

For one, this time you were fully aware of each other, senses flooded with love and pain and relief. He took it slow, loving the way your pussy sucked in his cock, plunging his length into you powerfully, each thrust sending rumbles of pleasure through your body.

Minho took his hands off your ass, gripping at the hem of your sweater as he continued rolling his hips into yours. He slid it up your torso and over your boobs, making you blush as his eyes fixated on your chest.

“Gorgeous.” He whispered, eyes darting up to meet yours as he leaned in to suck on your nipple, tongue dragging over your bud. Pressing kisses all over your chest, he kept fucking up into you.

“M-Minho...you feel so- fuck,”

He let go of your nipple with a pop, making you shudder as the cold air hit your wet bud.

“Are you going to cum, baby?”

“Mm.”

“Cum for me.” He purred, suddenly standing up, still inside you. Turning around, he pressed your back to the tree trunk gently, driving his cock slightly faster and burying his head in the crook of your neck.

You could feel wetness against your neck, realizing belatedly that they were Minho’s tears. You couldn’t blame him...there were tears filling your eyes as well.

“I love you so much, Y/n.” He breathed, pulling away after a while to look at you. You nodded, hands drifting to tug at his hair. “I love you too Minho. In a way that words can’t express- ah~”

You whimpered, feeling the pleasure build in your lower half. Minho’s eyes instantly turned darker, any vulnerability in them lost as he focused on making you cum.

You felt the head of his cock rubbing against your sweet spot, each thrust drawing out long, breathless whines from you. You felt so full, his cock so thick inside you, filling you up the way it was meant to.

“Angel- I’m c-close...” He grunted, twitching inside you as he pressed his lips to yours once again, biting on your swollen bottom lip as he pinched your nipple gently. The sharp pleasure caused the final wave that pushed you over the edge- you hit your high with Minho’s name hot on your tongue.

He followed not long after, pounding into you now. You clenched around him, still in the throes of your orgasm as you incoherently repeated his name.

He slammed into you one last time before filling you up with his cum, throwing his head back as he came.

“You feel like...like heaven, Y/n...” He gasped out, supporting you with one hand as the other ran through his sweaty hair.

Eyes drifting down, he noticed the way his cum was leaking out from around his cock with a groan. Unable to control himself, he fucked his cum back into you, head dropping as you whimpered at the overstimulation.

Satisfied, he pulled out, tucking himself back in. He set you down, chuckling as your legs wobbled. He caught you before you could collapse, dragging you down to the grass with him.

“I take it you can’t walk back home right away.”

You laughed weakly, shaking your head. “No. Wanna stay here with you for a while.”

He hummed in content. “Okay.” He wrapped his arms around you. “Oh...I almost forgot about this.” He grinned, grabbing the basket from your side and pulling out two sandwiches.

Your eyes widened in recognition as you took one from him.

“These are the same ones I made that day...though I thought we agreed peanut butter and apricot jam just doesn’t cut it.”

“Shut up, it’s for nostalgic purposes.” He laughed, taking a bite and immediately screwing up his face in disgust. “Blegh. Okay, fuck nostalgia...I should just have made Nutella.”

You giggled, watching as he dropped the sandwich back into the basket. You put yours back in too, twisting to face him.

“So...when did you do all this? Was that why you were missing?”

“I’ve wanted to confess to you for a while...I just didn’t know how to. It was just so scary.”

“Yeah. Trust me, I know.”

He stroked your hair, sighing. “The day after your thirteenth birthday party, we came here like we usually do. I realized that day, my feelings for you went beyond what one should typically feel for a best friend. I just...chose to repress them, because I was scared you didn’t feel the same.” He cupped your cheek, exhaling.

“I thought if I recreated the scene from that day, I’d finally have the confidence to confess. The fairy lights were a last minute addition, though. I just thought it’d be more...romantic.” He smiled awkwardly.

“Well, it really is.” You returned his smile, tilting your head as you took him in. “I’m still sorry about the things I said to you.”

“I am, too. I hate myself for all the pain I’ve caused you...but I’m ready now. Ready to be someone who deserves your love.” He tucked your hair behind your ear again, smiling at you.

“Your mom helped a lot.” He laughed. You gritted your teeth, snorting. “Yeah, I could kinda tell. She doesn’t usually invite me over this spontaneously.”

You were interrupted by Minho’s stomach growling.

“I guess we have to go home...I think I feel a little better now, actually.” You sat up a little, getting to your feet shakily. He got up with you, hands steadying you.

“You sure?” He smirked, holding onto your wrist.

You nodded firmly. “Come on. I’m craving homemade food.”

***

You sat in your too-small childhood bed that night with Minho, who was flipping through one of the scrapbooks the two of you had made years ago.

He pointed to a picture of 8 year old you with a baby doll, chuckling lowly. “I bet your mother would love for you to recreate this one, but with an actual baby instead of a doll. I could make that happen.”

You glared at him, shoving his shoulder.

As soon as you’d walked through the door, holding hands with Minho, your mom had been all over the two of you, cooing and asking about grand-kids already. You knew she meant well, but it was still so fucking embarrassing.

You looked up at Minho, pausing as you saw his eyes turning darker.

“Why not, though? You’d be a great mother. I know I’d love to fill you up with my seed one day and get you pregnant...see your belly all swollen with my child...”

You meekly avoided eye contact, his words affecting you in a way you couldn’t quite place.

“M-maybe one day. I don’t know how I feel about having a mini-you running around, though. I already suffer with just one of you.”

He laughed, slowly trailing off as his face turned serious, a sadness settling itself in his eyes as he turned away.

“We’d take such good care of it...” He gulped. “I d-don’t know how good I’ll be at parenting...but I know I’d try my best to be a good father. The kind a child deserves.”

You looked at him, heart clenching as you took his hand.

“You’ll be an amazing father. I know it.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, placing the book on your bed side table, and getting under the covers with you. He turned off the table lamp.

Pulling you close, Minho kissed you for the last time that night. You felt the warmth in your body spread...your heart finally content, safe in his arms.

“It’ll be okay...” He mumbled, fingers gently running through your hair, watching as you drifted off to sleep due to the soothing action.

“As long as you’re by my side, everything will be okay.”

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( Note: Ah, finally. This series is over. :’( I’m so thankful to everyone who stuck with this till now, and enjoyed it. There were times when I wanted to scrap it, especially because I was getting hate for it at one point? Anyway, I hope those anons are happy now. And my lovely readers, I hope the ending was satisfying enough. Love you all. )

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#minho smut #lee know smut #minho angst #lee know angst #stray kids angst #minho fluff #lee know fluff #skz angst #skz fluff #skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids series #kpop smut #kpop imagines #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids fluff

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cheri-translates · 4 years

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[CN] Kiro’s Colourful Date (Eng Translation)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date which has not been released in English servers! 🍒

Disney Dates Collection: Gavin // Lucien // Victor

The date begins with MC on the beach in a foreign country for work purposes

It’s her third day here, while Kiro has been here for two weeks to produce his new album

As the sun sets on the beach, MC suddenly recalls what happened on this exact same beach and starts spluttering her soul out

(Note: She’s referring to the Prayer Date where it’s implied they did the deed)

Kiro suddenly appears:

Kiro: MC, are you okay?!

MC asks what Kiro is doing on the beach

Kiro: Because our hearts are linked as one!

Kiro blinks, turning to the side to block the view of curious onlookers.

Kiro: I’m just kidding. I already knew you’d be here. I also know that you really wanted to see me, but didn’t want to disturb me.

Kiro’s tender voice mixes along with the sea breeze, brushing across my ear gently. He takes a step forward, closing the distance between us even more.

Kiro: [sighs] I had no choice but to end my recording quickly to look for you. Since I’m so considerate, aren’t you going to give me a hug?

He opens his arms wide and hugs me even before I can lift my hands.

At this moment, the warmth I haven’t felt in a long time encases me tightly.

During the weekend, MC waits for Kiro at the amusement park

Kiro sends her a message: "Miss Chips, there’s a problem. Go to the small street at the right side of the entrance quickly!”

MC heads over

Kiro: Sorry I’m late. Huff... Miss Chips, you must have been waiting long.

Kiro leans against the railing. He pulls down his face mask and speaks a little breathlessly.

A bead of sweat rolls down his temple and onto his face. He looks as though he had just been running.

Even then, the smile he exhibits is even more dazzling than the summer sunlight.

He offers his hand to me, eyes filled with colours of anticipation.

Kiro: Miss Chips, hurry, it’s time to go in!

Kiro explains that a bunch of reporters have been following him ever since he left the hotel

MC suggests that they leave, but Kiro refuses. He’s determined to have an enjoyable day with MC, and at the same time not have any photographs taken of him

They can’t shake the reporters off, so Kiro suggests they find some place to hide. They head to a small corner behind a shop

He removes his Donald Duck backpack and retrieves headbands and pair of sunflower-shaped cartoon sunglasses...

He helps put the Minnie Mouse headband on MC’s head

Kiro: This suits you very well - even cuter than I imagined!

After saying this, he puts on a Mickey Mouse headband, then wears the sunglasses.

Kiro: This way, no one will be able to recognise us, right?

MC: Mm, I can barely recognise myself.

I look at my reflection in the glass - the exaggeratedly large sunglasses have covered half of my face, yet it comes across as normal in the amusement park.

Kiro: We’ll look like normal visitors!

Kiro leans over so our reflections are in the same window. He even does a V pose with his fingers, making me laugh involuntarily.

MC: Stop flaunting your good looks, let’s go out.

Kiro: Eh, we should take a selfie first!

The reporters suddenly appear, but they enter the shop without recognising Kiro

MC asks if they should return to the amusement park another day instead so they wouldn’t have to face the wrath of Savin if Kiro’s photos do get taken

Kiro reassures her that everything will be OK!

Kiro: Whatever I promise you, I’ll definitely do it. The only thing you have to do today is enjoy the amusement park vacation together with me!

Perhaps feeling that this isn’t enough, he walks to a staff member and purchases a double-layered heart-shaped balloon.

Kiro: I see many other girls having this too.

As he says this, he lowers his head to fasten the string of the balloon to my wrist.

Kiro: This is even more perfect!

Just as they decide to head to an attraction, the reporters spot Kiro from afar and shout his name. This attracts the attention of the visitors.

Tourist:

Kiro: Don’t panic.

I hear Kiro’s calm and steady voice in my ear, calming my frenzy.

Kiro: We’ll pretend not to hear it, and walk over there.

MC: W-we can do that?

Kiro: Trust me, they aren’t certain that it’s me.

They walk through the crowd... then break out into a RUN until they lose the reporters by entering an attraction

MC leaves her balloon with the staff, then realises they’re queuing for an intense roller-coaster. Her legs start wobbling :’D

MC: ...I didn’t expect it to be a roller-coaster.

After strapping on the safety belt, I swallow nervously and turn my head to look at Kiro, who is sitting next to me.

Kiro doesn’t seem to hear me. His gaze is fixed on the track in front of us, his smile frozen in place.

MC: Kiro?

Only when I tug at his sleeve in confusion does Kiro turn his head stiffly.

Kiro: What. Is. Wrong. Miss Chips?

His gaze is a little blank. When he talks, he sounds like a robot, saying one word at a time.

MC: Should we...

At this moment, the attraction’s countdown resounds. Both our faces twitch.

In the next second, the shrill screaming starts.

MC: Ahhh!

I drag my jelly-like legs and walk towards the exit. My desperate yelling from before makes my brain feel as though it lacks air.

MC: I can’t do it anymore...

Kiro: Miss Chips, the roller-coaster was really interesting!

In contrast to me, Kiro, despite his initial nervousness, looks radiant now.

MC remembers how they were chased by reporters earlier and voices her concerns

Kiro hints that he sought help from the a staff member i.e. disguising him as Kiro and leading the reporters away

They take a break and Kiro notices that MC doesn't look too well after the roller-coaster ride, so he buys ice-cream for the both of them

Kiro: Do you feel much better now?

Looking at Kiro’s sparkling eyes, as though waiting for a compliment, I smile and nod.

MC: As long as I have desserts and you, it feels like all my tiredness has been completely swept away.

Kiro: [laughs] I’m different! As long as you’re here, I’ll always be full of enthusiasm.

I see a tiny me reflected in his eyes. Under the sunlight, they look like gentle ripples on the surface of a lake.

A small squirrel suddenly appears from a tree and watches them curiously

Kiro: Hello there, little cutie.

Pleasantly surprised, Kiro bends down, greeting the squirrel with a wave.

The squirrel tilts its head, not running off. Kiro’s eyes sparkle and he takes slow steps towards it.

The squirrel hurriedly scampers away by several steps.

Kiro: Why does it ignore me?

As though feeling wronged, Kiro mutters to himself. He lowers his voice and mumbles something in the direction of the squirrel.

I can’t hear what he’s saying. The squirrel, which as been looking left and right so far, suddenly scampers back to where we are. It runs in circles around Kiro, looking very happy.

MC: How did you do that? It’s magical...

Surprised, I take a few steps towards Kiro. As though afraid Kiro would leave, the squirrel also scampers closer to him.

Once Kiro stops, the squirrel once again happily hops around in circles around him.

Kiro: It’s not over yet.

Looking at my wide eyes, Kiro smiles mysteriously.

At this moment, another two squirrels appear from the tree. One of them even climbs onto his arm, as though plotting to get the ice-cream.

Kiro: Ah, you can’t eat this!

Watching the squirrel’s movements, Kiro hurriedly finishes the ice-cream.

Seeing the delicacy disappear, the squirrel starts chirping and gesturing with its short paws. This adorable display makes Kiro surrender instantly.

Kiro: [laughs] There’s nothing left now, but I’ll bring all of you something delicious next time!

The squirrel nods, as though agreeing with his words.

At this moment, I feel as though I’ve fallen into a fairytale.

Noticing my exaggerated expression, Kiro looks at the small furry animals, then pinches his earlobe unconsciously.

Kiro: Hmm, I seem to have played too much...

Kiro holds the squirrel up, rubbing its head gently.

Kiro: Go back quickly.

As though they can really understand his words, the squirrels rub Kiro’s palm before disappearing in the direction they came from.

MC: So you’re not only popular among humans - even animals like you so much.

Kiro: After all, I’m Kiro!

A smirk suddenly appears on his lips. Seeing that I don’t have time to react, he leans over, lowers his head, and takes a bite of the ice-cream in my hand.

Kiro: The strawberry flavour is so sweet!

With the tip of his tongue, he licks his lips contentedly, but there are still traces left at the corner of his mouth.

MC: Didn’t you just have a chocolate ice-cream? Also...

I’ve eaten this one...

Thinking about this, my face starts flushing.

Kiro: Miss Chips, look up!

I subconsciously lift my head. With a tightening sensation on my shoulder, the distance between us is closed by Kiro.

The sunlight, surface of the water, the sky, the roller-coaster in the distance... and the both of us leaning against each other.

Two smiling faces look towards the camera, a similar happiness dancing in our eyes.

With a “kacha”, this moment is frozen forever.

Kiro: This photo is amazing!

Satisfied, Kiro sets the selfie as his wallpaper, then waves it in front of me.

I see two people in the photograph leaning against each other intimately underneath the sunlight. It makes my face flush red.

Kiro: But this isn’t enough. I also want freeze this moment in my memory forever!

I look towards his handsome side profile, and an insuppressible smile appears on my lips.

Right now, I suddenly feel like Kiro is really someone who knows magic. He has the magic to always make me happy.

Kiro looks towards the park exit, then offers his hand to me.

Kiro: Since we’ve had sufficient rest, shall we leave?

I place my palm in his hand. After a slight hesitation, I muster my courage and ask, slightly nervous.

MC: Shall we... take the roller-coaster one more time?

Kiro’s eyes widen in astonishment, then he laughs, revealing a smile that’s even more brilliant than sunlight.

Kiro: So that you wouldn’t feel afraid, I’ll keep holding onto your hand this time! Quick, let’s go!

#mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc kiro

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yoosungimagines · 4 years

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Aaaa hi!! Your blog is so cute omg... Can I request Yoosung going to the party and meeting the player, but the player is a boy??

This took a long time and I am so sorry for making you wait!! ;;

YOOSUNG DOES NOT LOSE HIS EYE IN THIS VERSION.

Hope you enjoy!

Rating: PG13

Warnings: Cursing

“We both know that you weren’t exactly supposed to find out about the RFA, right?” MC hummed his agreement. “Well, and I’m sure you already know this, but it’s kind of hard to trust a stranger who has the private app.”

“You were never supposed to have it. Everyone was already suspicious of you and I could tell Jaehee didn’t believe your story, so think of me telling everyone that you’re a girl as a means of protection.” Seven was nothing but cheery while all MC wanted to do was reach through his phone and beat his ass.

“What do you mean by protection? How is lying about my gender gonna protect me?!”

“To put it simply, they’d trust you more if you were a girl,” Seven said matter-of-factly. “You’ve seen how flirty Zen and Yoosung are, right? They’d trust you in a heartbeat if you were a girl. Jaehee’s the only woman in the RFA and I know she’d appreciate having another woman on the team. Jumin… I don’t think he’d care either way. But there you have it!”

“Having you pretend to be female would be more ideal than telling everyone the truth when the situation is already so dangerous.” He said it all so casually as if MC didn’t have a say in the matter. “You understand right?”

Did he even have a choice?

MC doesn’t understand how he’s gotten this far without getting caught. The phone calls, the slip-ups, hell, even his name wasn’t questioned. They were either extremely merciful or just plain�� Dense.

His voice isn’t that high, is it? He’s been in calls with each and every one of them so many times, how the fuck did they not notice?

Especially Yoosung.

Sweet, sweet Yoosung.

Who’s made MC question his sexuality the entire time they’ve known each other.

Who’s made MC wish so badly that he could be a girl so Yoosung wouldn’t feel heart-crushingly disappointed by the truth.

They’ve flirted the most in the chat, talked the most, became best friends even. Then Yoosung had to up and treat him like a damsel in distress when the whole cult shit happened.

MC fell hard.

Yoosung was amazing, despite how childish he seems. Intelligent, goofy, beautiful, a fucking smooth talker when he wanted to be. How could MC not like this boy?

But here’s the real fucking kicker.

Yoosung, poor innocent Yoosung, asked MC to be what?

His PRE-GIRLFRIEND.

GIRLFRIEND.

GIRL.

“L M F A O.” Seven’s words.

MC hates that guy.

MC didn’t agree to Yoosung’s proposal.

Didn’t even say anything.

He just left the chat and ignored all the member’s concerned texts/calls. Ignored Yoosung’s pleads to forget all about it, that he was sorry and should’ve never asked, that he was just joking so “please come back MC.”

Thinking about it makes him want to cry.

But he couldn’t ignore them forever even if he wanted to. The only way MC could truly be free of all this is to attend the stupid fucking party that he himself organized. He needs to tell them the truth. Needs to apologize and just- get over all of this.

Get over the RFA members, get over Yoosung. MC needs to leave and never come back.

They may never forgive him or even look at him after the truth. But MC has to do right by them, even if it’s far too late.

He feels suffocated in his suit.

He’s wearing all black to mourn his soon-to-be lost friendships and his lucky tie in hopes that it’ll do something. MC’s always felt pretty dapper in his suit but not tonight. Not when all he’s feeling is his closed up throat and churning stomach. All intensified the moment he stepped into the party hall.

He recognizes each and every guest he’s invited, the decorations he picked out with Jumin, the roses he and Zen chose. It does nothing to make him feel better, only intensifying the regret.

That’s when Jaehee steps up to him. Jaehee who’s his rock, someone he could lean on whenever MC felt like all the work was too much.

“Hello, could I have your name? I need to see if you’re on the guest list,” Jaehee says, in that smooth, respectable tone she’s always had. MC feels like crying.

He has to tell her. Tell her and apologize. He needs to.

“M-“, he nearly chokes, clearing his throat multiple times. “MC.”

He sees her eyebrows furrow, those golden eyes not registering what he’s said. “I-I’m sorry could you repeat that, sir?”

“MC. My name is MC.” He smiles, crooked and wavering. “Nice to see you, Jaehee.”

Her hand flies to her mouth and MC would’ve loved to be able to laugh at her expression, but it’s not the time. He sees Zen and Jumin hurry over to her, her expression not going unnoticed by them.

“Jaehee, is there a problem here?”, Zen asks, putting a protective hand on her shoulder as he looks at MC. MC feels his heart crack at the suspicious look he’s giving him.

“This,” she swallows. “This is MC.”

“Excuse me?” Jumin this time, giving MC an equally questioning look. “MC you say?”

“But,” Zen openly stares at him, a look of disbelief on his face. “MC’s a girl…”

“I’m not. Haven’t been one in my entire life.” Despite the way he shrugs his shoulders, MC feels like hyperventilating. This is harder than he expected. Seeing their shocked reactions only makes the pain in his chest worse.

“Seems like you guys found him first.” That chirpy voice. MC feels the headache forming. “Yo, MC!” Seven slides up next to him and slings an arm around his shoulders as if MC’s big reveal wasn’t happening. “Awesome party. You did a great job!”

“Seven, explain.” Zen is angry, MC could tell. “Why is MC… You said he was- was-“

“A she.” Seven nods. “Yeah well, surprise?”

“Luciel, this isn’t the time to be ‘funny’. You told us that he was a woman.” Jumin turns to look at MC. “You followed along.”

“I told him to. I felt it was the best option to secure your trust and in doing so, we found Mint Eye didn’t we? Everything was set into motion because of MC. We needed him.” Seven looks at all of them, daring them to speak against him.

“But, MC,” Jaehee pipes up, and he’s never heard her voice this hesitant. “Why didn’t you tell us anyway? Surely after finding Mint Eye, you could’ve said something. Anything.”

“I was afraid, Jaehee,” he nearly sobs. The tears he’s been holding flow freely down his face and they watch, stunned as MC wipes at them. “I didn’t want to mess things up between us. I didn’t want to lose you guys. I-I…” He feels like he’s drowning, scrambling to say the words he needs.

“I’m so sorry I deceived you. I know it can’t be forgiven, but please never forget that I am truly sorry.”

He bows his head, watching his tear splatter on the floor.

He can’t bear to see his reactions, not when he feels all torn up inside.

“I forgive you.”

His head shoots up.

Feels his breath stutter.

Yoosung’s there. Right in front of him.

Tears on his own cheeks and a warm smile on his pink lips.

Yoosung looks even prettier in real life. His hair like spun gold, silky and wavy, shimmering in the bright light. Blonde strands fall like a curtain in front of his eyes, a deep violet that shone with his reflection.

MC can barely breathe.

“It’s okay MC,” Yoosung’s saying. MC feels like he’s dreaming. “Thank you for telling the truth. I feel sad that you had to lie, but I forgive you.” His smile wavers and he chews at his lip, looking away. “Is that why… You didn’t respond that one time?”

MC walks forward, shaking legs and all. “Yeah.” He reaches out and grabs Yoosung’s shoulders; nearly sobs again at the warmth he feels. “But I wanted to say yes.”

Yoosung’s looking at him now, all sweet and hopeful. “You did?”

“Yeah, if you haven’t noticed already I’ve been flirting with you for days.” MC cracks a small smile as Yoosung snorts, his hands taken into Yoosung’s own.

“I’ve been flirting too,” Yoosung admits. “So I’m glad that you’ve been doing the same.” He squeezes his hands. MC feels his broken heart mending itself, feels it aching for this boy. This boy, who’s so fucking pretty and wonderful. He’s so lucky.

“Thank you,” MC sighs, relieved and tired. So, so tired. “Thank you for forgiving me. Thank you for still liking me.” He bumps Yoosung’s forehead gently with his own, smiling more when he hears his hitched breath.

“Yoosung, will you be my pre-boyfriend?”

Yoosung’s smiling too, maybe even harder than MC is. His hands let go of his and fall to hold MC’s waist. “If you get rid of the ‘pre’, and never lie to me again,” Yoosung smacks his waist gently, MC laughing at the fake strictness in his voice. “Then yes, I’ll be your boyfriend.”

“You have a deal.”

Seven whistles at the sight of his friends kissing, happy and proud. “Now that’s a happy ending if I do say so myself.”

Jaehee’s smiling. “We should tell him we’ve forgiven him too.”

“I agree. If Yoosung thinks it’s alright, then I trust his judgment,” Jumin says.

“Oh my fucking god, I’ve been sending all my selfies to MC and calling him ‘honey’. What the fuck.”

#yoosung #kim yoosung #yoosung kim #mystic messenger #mystic messenger imagines #707 #zen #jumin han #jaehee kang

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kennythecarrot12 · 5 years

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I’m Leaving

Taken from one of my stories in AO3, maybe someone on this site might enjoy this.

Ever since Jumin and I came back from our honeymoon, I thought everything would change.

I mean, those days left at the resort were heaven. I spent so much time with my husband, it felt like a dream.

….was it?

We got back, and he got triple the work he usually got. Many businesses, contracts, projects, and deadlines were coming up and it felt like I was being pushed aside.

“Jumin, dear, I thought we could go out and see-” I try to say. “Not tonight, MC, I've got to work until late today. The office has been chaotic as of late. I'll be back later.”

And with that, he was gone. It's been this way for months.

I don't think I can live like this.

Because you don't listen to what is so close to you,

Only the outside noise

And I that I'm by your side disappear from your eyes

But… I wasn't helping either.

During his day off, he asked me:

“MC,” I turn to him on the bed. He stared at my eyes. “I was thinking we could go out and look for a new dress for yourself. Seems that you're in need for one.” I narrowed my eyes.

“I already made plans.” He seemed confused. “Which I've already told you. Two days ago.” I turn back to my side of the bed. “I told you I was going out with Yoosung to the park with his cat. You even told me,” I clear my throat. “Alright. Have fun.” I try to imitate his voice.

He only stares at me. I feel his body leave the bed, and I sit up to see where he's going.

He goes to the bathroom and shuts the door. I jump at the sudden noise.

After getting up and dressing up, I see him with his suit on and suitcase in hand.

“I thought it was your day off?” I ask before he heads out the door.

“I have plans now too.” and with that, he leaves before I can answer.

I'm not going to cry and say I don't deserve this,

Because it's probably that I deserve this but-

That day, I decided to cancel my meeting with Yoosung.

“Are you feeling alright, MC? You've never canceled on me… or anyone actually.” he says over the phone.

I sigh. “yeah, sorry Yoosung. I'm just… not in the mood, ya know?” I say. I felt bad for canceling on him but… I couldn't bear myself faking a smile when i felt rotten inside.

“Alright, but call me if anything comes up! You know you can count on me for anything!” I smile and nod, as if he could see me. “you bet.” and with that I hung up.

Jumin has been even more distant from that day on. He left on more overnight trips than usual, almost like he was asking for it.

I usually called Yoosung or Seven when I was feeling down, as they knew how to cheer me up easily. But I stopped calling.

I wanted to leave.

Leave this worthless life, being a wife that is not even loved.

Being a member in the RFA that didn't deserve their friendship.

--But I don't want It,

And that's why I leave

I began thinking about this a lot.

It would be best to leave. Jumin would be better off.

Before I knew it, I was sending letters to each of the RFA members. I thought it would be better to also send little things that remind me of them.

I told Yoosung that I was sorry for this, that I never meant to say goodbye this way. I kept thinking of my last words to him… but I couldn't remember no matter how hard I tried. In his package, I gave him LOLOL plush toys, of his and my avatars.

To Seven… I now knew what it would be like to run away from family. And that I was sorry I was doing it to him again. I wished him happiness. I gave him a cat plush toy with the words “God Seven” sewn into it.

To Zen… I wished him success in his career and that I would be watching him succeed. I truly appreciate him. I gifted him multiple face masks of his favorite and a copy of our first selfie together.

I wrote to Jaehee how I regret not spending as much time with her, as she was always busy because of Jumin. ‘I always begged Jumin to give you days off.’ I gifted her a coffee machine with her favorite type of coffee in it. I also gave her a poster of Zen.

To V…. I actually recorded to him. I knew he was losing his eyesight and was refusing treatment. I gifted him a photograph I took of him with his camera when Jumin and I came over. It was a picture of him looking at the sky.

“Hey, V. I um… I decided to leave. Leave RFA and… to leave Jumin. It's just… not been okay for me. I felt unloved. Lonely. I even…” I chuckled. “I even wanted to escape forever without telling anyone… the only difference here is that I'm saying goodbye.” I inhaled. “You will all hate me for leaving so suddenly, but… I hope you understand, V. You know… knew… Jumin the best. You know how he is,” I smiled. “He is perfect in my eyes…” a tear escaped my eye but I quickly wiped it off my face.

“But even perfection has flaws. I wasn't happy by his side. Don't get me wrong, we were okay for a while but… I was too lonely and too neglected. I just hope you can forgive me.” I give a sad smile and turn off the camera.

I send the tape to V’s home to arrive the day the letters will arrive to the other members.

The last one is Jumin.

Because I know that something better waits for me,

That which sweetens salt, and makes the sun come out

Me, that thought I would never leave you,

that this love was good and for life,

but today I understood that there isn't enough for both of us.

I went to a lawyer and got the divorce papers. It was easy to move around since Jumin was never around.

The bad thing was paying people off to be quiet about my whereabouts.

Except to Driver Kim. He asked where I would like to go, no questions asked. I trusted him.

Eventually, I got home with the papers ready and signed from my part.

I wrote to him now.

“Dear Jumin,

It's been a hard year. You've been away so long, and I couldn't take it anymore. I'm sorry that I couldn't tell you this in your face, but I knew that once I told you this, you would convince me to stay. I can't do that anymore. On the bed, I left the divorce papers. They're all signed from my side. When you sign them, call my mother and she will pick them up. Please don't try to contact me or tell Seven to locate me… it won't be possible. I'm sorry I couldn't be stronger for you. I'm sorry I didn't have what it takes to be with you. I'm sorry I never gave you a family like you always wanted. I'm sure someone better awaits for you.

Someone that isn't me.

Please take good care of yourself.

P.S. Please take good care of Elizabeth the 3rd, she seems to miss you a lot.

Signed,

I'm not going to cry and say I don't deserve this,

Because it's probably that I deserve this

but I don't want it

so that's why I leave

What a shame but goodbye

I say goodbye to you and I leave

What a shame but goodbye

I say goodbye to you

I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest as I leave the note next to the divorce papers. This wasn't going to be easy. But I need to leave.

To get away.

I pick up my luggage. I leave almost all my clothing, the one Jumin had bought me. I take the one I came into this home with. Mostly consisting of sweaters, leggings, t-shirts, underwear and such.

I inhale deeply as I pet Elizabeth the 3rd. A couple of tears escape.

“I'm sorry… that I'm leaving. If there was a way I could keep you, I would. I know how lonely you'll be here. Same as me… but even worse. You won't have me as company anymore.” Elizabeth purrs and rubs her head on my leg. I exhale.

I leave food and water for her.

A temptation comes from going in my phone. I sigh and log in the RFA chat.

Yoosung, Seven and Zen were in.

MC has entered the chat room.

Yoosung☆: MC! Hi hi hi!

707: MC!!!

707 : SO GLAD YOU'RE HERE!! ☆☆

707 : TELL ZEN HERE THAT CATS ARE THE BEST PLZ

ZEN: *annoyed emoji*

ZEN: There's no point in trying to convince me, I'm allergic lol

MC: hey guys

MC: leave Zen alone lmao he's allergic

ZEN: Finally someone with common sense!!

Yoosung☆: Hey MC you ok?? You haven't been missing your meals have you??

ZEN: Yeah, you have barely logged in this week

707: do u want me to come over?!?!?

707: Jumin is working late today right??? I can keep you company AND see Elly!!!

707: B☆O☆N☆U☆S☆!!

MC: lol I'm ok just tired

MC: and yeah he is working late as usual

MC: but don't worry I'm ok lol

Jumin Han has entered the chat room.

Jumin Han: Hello, MC. Are you and Elizabeth the 3rd doing alright?

MC : yeah.

Jumin Han: I'm glad.

707: ooooooooohhhh!!! Is our heir busy tonight?!?!?!

ZEN: *yet another annoyed emoji*

ZEN: That dude is always busy, I have a feeling MC is always alone;;

Yoosung☆: Yeah… me too.

Jumin Han: Nonsense. She understands I'm busy.

MC: …..

MC: I got to go. It was nice talking to you guys

MC : I love you all

707: awww!!

707 : *hearts emoji*

707: We love you back!!!!

Yoosung☆: have a good day MC! Don't skip meals!

ZEN: call if you need a friend, MC;;

Jumin Han: She has other people she can call other than you, Zen.

MC has left the chatroom.

You didn't realize you had been crying. That was your last chat with them.

You wipe the tears away and leave the phone beside the letter and divorce papers before leaving the penthouse.

You get some looks from people inside the building, as you were carrying luggage.

Once inside Driver Kim’s car, you told him to drive you to the airport. He seemed worried for you.

You smiled at him. “I'm… okay.” He nods and continues driving. Once there, there was no going back.

“Next flight to… New York… leaving in 10 minutes.” that was your call to your new life.

That Night.

Jumin opened the door to his penthouse, noticing how quiet it was.

A sudden ‘meow’ startled him. It was only Elizabeth the 3rd rubbing against his leg.

By now, he would be hearing MC giggling at the TV show she usually watched. But… the house seemed quiet. Too quiet.

“MC?” He asked out loud. “I'm home.” he was met with more silence.

He checked every room until he got in the bedroom.

He saw a couple of papers on the bed and MC’s phone. He looked confused.

Once picking up the papers, his face went white.

“W...What…?” He said to himself.

‘Divorce Documentation’ read at the top.

This wasn't possible. It couldn't be.

He saw how every page was signed by MC.

He then noticed the paper next to those.

It was a letter from MC. He read it, and hasn't realized he was crying. It was not often he cried, but…

He physically felt his heart shatter.

He had driven his wife away from him.

Jumin then grabbed the phone she left behind, to tell him any clue as to where she had gone off to.

Jumin signed on her RFA account.

MC has joined the chat room.

Jaehee Kang: Hello, MC. How are you?

MC: ljkip

Jaehee Kang: MC?

MC has left the chat room.

Jumin couldn't believe this.

He called his chief of security, telling everyone to see or find out where she went.

He spent all night and all day the next day looking for her.

Jumin received a call from Driver Kim.

Jumin answered immediately. “Yes?? Do you know?” there was a pause. “airport?”

He hung up.

He went to his bed, no, -their- bed and cried. She was gone.

What a shame but goodbye

I say goodbye to you and I leave

What a shame but goodbye

I say goodbye….

And I leave.

☆☆☆EXTRA☆☆☆

His phone suddenly started ringing. It was V.

“Jumin… please go to the RFA chat room. Something has happened.” Jumin immediately logs in from his account.

Jumin Han has entered the chat room.

Yoosung☆: Did anyone get a weird package from MC??? I haven't opened it yet

707: …….

ZEN: yeah… I did too. Open it, Yoosung.

Jaehee Kang: So did I…

Jaehee Kang: Mr. Han…..

V: I don't know what to say. She sent me a tape.

Yoosung☆: a tape?? Why you?? I only got a letter T_T

Yoosung☆: oh nvm there's stuff here!!!

V: She was worried I wouldn't be able to read because of my eyesight.

Jumin Han: She gave me divorce papers.

ZEN: ?????!???????

ZEN: what???

Yoosung☆: omg …

707: she's leaving?????

Jumin Han: She already left… she hasn't been in the penthouse since yesterday, around the time she came in last time.

Jaehee Kang: Wait, Mr. Han. Are you sure? She came in last night and wrote random letters and left.

Jumin Han: That was me. I wanted to see with my own eyes that this was her phone and her app.

ZEN: Wait so she's gone?

ZEN: what the HELL did you do Jumin!!?

Jumin Han: …..

Jaehee Kang: Zen… please. Mr. Han must be having a hard time right now. He hasn't come into work all day today.

Yoosung☆: ….. We were supposed to go roller skating next week. How could she leave us like that?

V: She was having a hard time, Yoosung…

Jumin Han: it's all my fault. If I had been home more often to be there for her… I shouldn't have been mean to her.

ZEN: mean??? So you admit to treating her badly????

V: Not in the way you think, Hyun.

ZEN: Then?? What the hell is going on?;;

707: Jumin

Jumin Han: ?

707: I know where she went, but I'm gonna need time to locate her exact spot as she has no cellphone

Jumin Han: Where is she????

Jumin Han: TELL ME!

707: New York, USA

Yoosung☆: …..

ZEN: How did you find out so quickly??

707: She used Jumin’s account to pay for the ticket with card, but it shows she deposited the same amount of money later on on his account in cash

Jaehee Kang: I can only assume that she didn't want to owe Mr. Han any money…

V: Are you going after her, Jumin?

Yoosung☆: Obviously he is!!!!

ZEN: Yeah… He can't just leave her;;

707: idk

Jumin Han: No.

Yoosung☆: ???????

Jumin Han: She left for a reason. I can't change that. She's as stubborn as…

Jumin Han: point is… she doesn't want to be found.

Jumin Han: I'm signing the papers.

Jumin Han has left the chat room.

#mystic messenger #jumin han #jumin x mc #angst

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sammyspreadyourwings · 5 years

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A weirdly out of season prompt (I don’t think it was prompted in February either), but hey. There aren’t any rules here! It’s a little less wacky than the prompt suggests, but I like it!

Circa Modern Era

Roger loves Brian with his entire being, but he’s not exactly thrilled that they started dating March. It means they’ve been together near a year, and haven’t had a single Valentine’s Day yet. The expectations are incredibly high for something Roger doesn’t exactly care about. He isn’t heartless the think-pieces about love and romantic movies do strike a chord with him, Roger just doesn’t get the point of having to buy his significant other a chocolate diamond every year.

“Deaks?”

“Yeah?”

Roger wipes the grease from his palms, “where’d you take Ronnie for your first Valentine’s?”

“Taking Bri out?”

“Something like that, it wasn’t too decked out with the hearts, right? Just a special on wine?”

John stands up and tosses a dirty rag at him, “romance is alive and well with you Rog.”

“Oh, come on, Bri doesn’t care to be romanced. He’d be just as happy freezing his ass off staring at stars.”

“With you,” John replies.

“What?”

The bassist looks guilty but sighs, “Bri’s never had a proper Valentine’s.”

“So?”

“Right, of course he wouldn’t say anything to you. It’s not like you two have been insufferably in love this entire year.”

Roger frowns, curiosity and nerves pricking at the back of his neck, “what’s wrong with Bri?”

“You haven’t noticed? How upset he gets around this time? Come on Roger, he never has a partner for holiday season.”

He doesn’t want to admit he’s noticed the partner thing. Mostly because that’s how they got together in the first place, a spike of jealousy and too much wine. Roger knows Brian has never said anything to him about it.

“Listen, I know you hate it and the tacky hearts, but try to make this one special for Bri? He’s special to you, right?”

Roger nods mostly distracted because checked his watch and noticed Brian is going to be home in five minutes. John looks at the clock and rolls his eyes.

“Be the Casanova you claim to be for one day,” John sets the tool kit aside, “if nothing else, the sex should be fun.”

He sticks his tongue out and closes the hood of the van. The leak can’t be fixed until they get proper sealant but everything is cleaned now.

“Roger? John?”

Roger grins and pushes past John to the back yard. Brian is leaning against the door frame to their flat. He’s bundled up still, and Roger sighs happily when he sees Brian has taken his scarf again today. John gags behind him.

“Hello, Bri.”

Brian kisses him on the cheek in greeting, “hello.” “How was your day?”

“Good. Fix the van?”

“Not yet.”

John moves through him and he shoots Roger a glance in reminder.

“Uh, Bri?”

“Hm?”

Roger inhales, John said to be a Casanova, he can suck it up for a night. Especially if it makes Brian happy. God, he’s whipped and thrilled to be so.

“Did you want to make Valentine’s Day a Thing? I know it’s a full two weeks away, and a Wednesday.”

Brian lights up. He’s going to have to buy John coffee for the next month.

“You want to?”

“I want to spend it with you.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“It’s a surprise.”

It isn’t a lie, because it’ll surprise him too what he comes up with. Brian gives him an excited peck on the cheek.

“You know, I’ve never had a proper Valentine’s Day.”

Roger smiles and hopes it doesn’t show his worry, “low standards then. Excellent.”

Brian raises an eyebrow.

“Which means I get to wow you so hard that you’ll never want to have a Valentine’s date with anyone else.”

Nice save, Roger!

Brian has class until eleven on Valentine’s Day. Roger glances at the clock and sees that it’s a quarter past. He’s already dressed, and his hair styled. His present is hidden in the bag he’ll be talking with them. Everything is planned. John double-checked his reservations.

Roger’s hands won’t stop sweating and he debates yanking down the taking heart decorations Freddie helped him hang up. It’s too late to salvage the goo-stickers on the window. The door opens and Roger inhales sharply. He had told Brian to be ready to go when he got back.

“Roger?”

“In here!”

Brian turns the corner and his face softens at the pink and red mess Roger made of their living room. Freddie had claimed that their streamer fight had made things feel organic. Roger smiles as Brian approaches, then blushes when the guitarist pulls off a strand of confetti.

“There is nothing more romantic than you doing chores.”

“Oh, the day is still young! You’ll be in love with me forever after today.”

“Bold words.”

“Good planning.”

Brian laughs and kisses him on the lips.

“Ready?”

“Am I dressed okay?”

Roger looks Brian up and down. He’s wearing a short-sleeve button-up, dark blue with dots all over it and a pair of dark pants. The clogs aren’t exactly sexy, but Roger finds that he can let them go this one time. Besides, he’ll get to test the claim that clogs are the best walking shoe.

“Yeah.”

With that he leads Brian out of the house onto his Valentine Day extraordinaire. Roger hadn’t been able to pick out one thing, wanting Brian to experience everything, so they start with a picnic at their favorite spot at the park. As predicted, Brian stares at the ducks longingly.

“I’ve got actual birdseed,” Roger digs in the basket, “y’know to feed them because of your whole bread rant.”

Roger smiles at the kiss he earns in reward. Even if he regrets giving Brian the seed because now they’re going to be surrounded by ducks, geese, swans, and other nasty birds. Brian is happy and that’s the goal for today.

Once the seed bag is half empty and the rest of his badly made lunch (okay some of the sandwiches got soggy because he didn’t think about how long they’d have the condiments on them and the tea thermos spilled out) eaten, Roger takes Brian on a long romantic walk through a nearby flower garden. Brian takes several pictures, regular and with that stereo 3-D app thingy, Roger indulges him with smiles. Then Brian demands that they get a selfie in front of the rose bridge.

He’s pretty sure the smile hasn’t left Bri’s lips.

By the time the garden walk has ended, they exit perfectly in front of one of Brian’s favorite pastry shops. It’s packed with last-minute gift-buyers, but their table is in the back thanks to Freddie reminding him that this was going to happen. The clerk waves them in, and minutes later the pastries at tea are set in front of them.

The icing is ungodly bright red, and there are too many hearts. Brian doesn’t seem to mind, taking photos of them and then sneaking pictures when he thinks Roger doesn’t notice.

“Not done yet?”

“Are you irreversibly in love with me yet?”

Brian hums and bites down on a biscuit, “not quite.”

“Then there’s more to do.”

Another walk, this time along the river. Plotted so that Roger walks by the flower vendor he ordered from earlier. The true bouquet is on their nightstand at the flat, but it’s Brian’s final surprise of the night, but for now he hands Brian the solitary rose.

Someone in the distance mutters about him being cheap, but Brian holds it like he would a star.

Their river walk takes them by the shore, where Brian once more gets to feed the various urban birds. He gives the seeds to two little girls who have taken to Brian’s animal factoids as though he’s telling them he’s one of those cartoon princesses. Roger blinks.

Loves animals? Check. Pretty? Check. Amazing singing voice? Check. In love with a handsome prince? Check.

“Oh my god, you’re a Disney princess.”

Brian gives him a bemused smile, “uh, thanks?”

Roger smiles and grabs his hand, “more to do!”

They finish the walk by Roger’s restaurant of choice. Lowkey and not very “love” themed but they have a decent salad and couples eat half off today. Besides the folksy feeling of the building is far removed from London’s usual bustle. He knows he made the right choice when Brian reaches over and laces their hands together.

“Three more things.”

Brian laughs, “Rog, you didn’t need to do all of this. I’d been happy with anyone thing from your list.”

“You’re my songbird,” Roger looks down at their entwined hands, “I wanted to do all of this.”

He’s having fun, but it’s more because Brian looks so incredibly happy. His face must hurt from smiling so much.

Dinner is a quiet affair, both chatting aimlessly about everything. Every couple here seems to be wanting to wax poetic about their partner, and Roger doesn’t know what it says about him that when Brian tangles their legs together, he nearly melts. They leave the restaurant hand in hand, it’s cooled significantly now that the sun is fully away. Brian’s eyes are predictably drawn to the heavens.

Roger wonders what it’d be like to love something you can never touch. Brian flicks his eyes down and softens, and Roger decides he doesn’t want to love something he can’t hold. He swings their hands as they take a short walk to the spot.

It’s absolutely ridiculous what Roger is doing.

“Roger?”

The building is the studio Tim and Brian had rented out for Smile auditions all those years ago. Where this truly started. Roger tilts his head towards the door.

“It’s closed.”

“I made a call. Tim still knows the guy who owns it.”

“Wow, you broke your vow of silence to Tim for me?”

“Impressed?”

“Getting there.”

Roger tugs him and they enter the building. The owner, an older gentleman who was part of the Free Love movement in America, nods at them. Brian follows him up the steps to the room. It’s set up like it was that day. Drums in the corner and the Red Special opposite. Brian tenses when he sees her.

“I know. Freddie stayed with her until just a few minutes ago,” Roger says, “see?”

Brian reads the texts and relaxes. As if Roger would willingly risk that guitar. He likes having his balls, thank you, and more importantly he likes having Brian.

Like a well-rehearsed dance Brian picks up the Old Lady and Roger sits behind the drums. They tune their instruments in silence, the old kit can’t hold the sound he wants, but it’s close enough. Brian nods at him and Roger counts in before starting a rolling rhythm. They play with each other, urging the other to compensate for a change in the music. It’s a constant give and take.

Playing with Freddie and John makes their music better, but Roger can’t deny that thrill that runs through him when it’s just him and Brian. The Start.

Eventually they have to take a break, Roger sweaty and Brian getting that familiar tick that means his hand is about to cramp. Roger bends down to slip the box into his pocket before wandering over to his love. Brian offers his hand and Roger automatically begins to massage out the strain.

He takes a deep breath. The mood is right. Brian’s got that smile on him that means he’s completely content. Roger has done everything perfectly.

“This is when you propose, right?”

Roger wishes the noise he made was a little suaver. He’d done everything perfectly, until now.

“I swear to God if you say you were going to as well.”

“No.”

“Good.”

“Are you going to ask?”

“I have a speech dammit.”

“Are you sure drumming is for you? I think you have a career as a poet or maybe a marriage counselor.”

“Brian,” Roger whines, “let me propose!”

“Sheesh, all you had to do was ask.”

“Brian!”

The guitarist smiles indulgently, but the little exchange has eased out any tension he has in his body.

“If I had known walking in here that day would lead me on the most fantastic adventure, I don’t think I would have bitched once about the auditions being so far our and at such an inconvenient time.”

Roger inhales, “because I walked in here and was greeted by a musical poodle with a complex.”

Brian snorts.

“And somehow, I fell in love with you, Brian May. The way you love your stars, with all that endless passion and curiosity and simple want? That’s how I love you.”

“So, considering I know this is it for me,” Roger slides down onto his knee, cheering when he doesn’t drop the box, “I was wondering if I was it for you? Brian May, will you marry me?”

“Do I need to give you a speech?”

“My ego could use it.”

“If I had known that the first person we auditioned that day would be the only, I can’t say as though I would’ve come. But had I known it would be you, the man I am irrevocably in love with? I’d come at 4 in the morning.”

“A steep sacrifice.”

“I let you finish!”

Roger smiles.

“There aren’t enough words to describe how I feel for you. It’s like we’re in a binary star system, tangled permanently together by forces we can’t explain and frankly I’m okay with this mystery. So yes, I will marry you.”

He pulls off the lid of the box. A ring had been far too traditional for him, not to mention the fear of it getting lost while they’re on tour. Instead he holds out a singular silver chain. Blue and white crystals are spread sporadically all leading down into a quarter note with a diamond as the note head.

“It’s beautiful.”

“It’s yours.”

Roger stands and Brian turns so that Roger can clasp the necklace. It disappears under Brian’s shirt, the barest glimmer peeking out. They kiss. Slow and methodical (not at all what Roger used to crave in kissing). When the break apart Brian keeps their foreheads pressed together.

“What’s the third surprise?”

“Ah, yeah,” Roger laughs, “either a very long and overdue session of lovemaking or you can stare at the bouquet I bought you all night.”

#maylor #Writing Prompt Fill #drabble #listen #I don't even know okay #but this is a nice freshening up of the angst train #enjoy!!

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tarotdeckshuffle · 5 years

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Hi! I was wondering if I could request something with the chocobros? What if the bros are out with their s/o and run into said bro's ex gf (who's low key nasty) and maybe she's like all sweet to bro and everything but when he leaves she's super rude to new s/o? Like maybe saying stuff like how they won't last long and trying to get in their head and stuff?

WOO! I’m so glad you requested something, Anon! Thank you! I’ll even throw in a bonus for everyone! Really, it’s just for me. I hope you enjoy!

Noctis

The two of you would be having a date night: getting street food then heading to the arcade.

You’d be at the arcade, playing a shooting game when you’d hear a high pitched, “Oh! Hey there, Noggy!”

What the hell is a “Noggy?”

Noctis would spin around so fast that the arcade game gun couldn’t keep up. The character would glitch.

A stereotypically pretty girl would come up to Noctis, hugging him and touching cheeks with him.

Noct looks flustered and annoyed.

“Oh! It’s been just forever! Should I be addressing you as, ‘Your Highness?’” She’d be making over Noct.

Sheepishly, he’d rub the back of his head and say, “No, you’re fine.”

“Oh, good! I didn’t think that much had changed between us!” Wow, she even has an annoying forced giggle. She’s the whole package.

“We HAVE to catch up, Noggy! It’s been so long! Oh, tell me all the royal gossip!” She’s taking his hand now.

Your wide eyes turn to Noctis and he snaps back to reality. “Oh! Sorry, [Ex], that’ll have to wait, I’m sort of on a date right now.” He’d take your hand and pull you forward. “[Ex] meet my [S/O], [Y/N]. [Y/N], this is…”

“[Ex], first daughter of the Regent Captain. Noct and I go way back.” She interrupts. She moves her gaze to you, as though you just came into existence (and one that’s not convenient to her).

You hold out your hand to shake and plaster a fake smile across your lips. There’s no reason to be enemies, right?

She sizes you up before taking your hand in a limp gesture. “Pleasure.”

She snaps back to Noctis, “Well, how about we all play a game together then? It looks like there’s one more gun to use!”

“Sure! Um, I just need to go get someone to reset it…it’s glitching.” Noct abandons you with…her.

“So, you’re the new [S/O], hmm?” She asks with an equally icy tone and stare.

“The new one? The only one.” You reply. Yes! Awesome comeback!

“For now.” She replies. “With as much weight as he has on his shoulders, will you always be enough?”

“Excuse me?!”

“He has a destiny, a kingdom, and talents. What do you have?”

As your emotions start to boil, Noct returns with an arcade employee.

You snap up his hand.

“Hey, babe, I think I’ve had my fill of this game. We can shoot real guns whenever.”

“Oh, ok…Well do you want to play another game?” How can the Chosen King be such a dunce, sometimes?

“You know, I thought we could just go explore the city’s edge or something? Maybe you could take me back to the castle’s roof? Let’s just go!” You’re practically dragging him out of the arcade now.

You’re not even going to look back at that woman because she wants to be under your skin.

Admittedly, she is under your skin, at least for now.

But for this moment, you and Noct are enough for each other. That’s more than she has.

If you decided to talk to Noct about it, he’d be stunned and mad.

“Ugh. She always thinks she’s better than everyone because her family is minor nobility.” The Prince would lament.

“I noticed…” You’d remind him.

“We dated because my dad thought it’d be good for me to get out more and her family is always clinging to the palace. She’s so…draining to be around.”

He’d sigh, then look to you, gazing lovingly into your eyes.

“She’s dumb, you know. This relationship isn’t just about me. It’s about us. And how we chose each other.”

Noct holds you in his arms. His words comfort you.

Regardless of what happens next, you and Noctis have chosen each other and continue to make that simple choice every day.

Prompto

You two are out on a date, taking a selfie in front of a fountain, when someone jumps in the middle of the two of you when the camera clicks.

“CHEEEEEESE!!!” The intruder would squeal.

Prompto would be so surprised he’d fall to the ground. You’d be pushed out of the way.

From where you had just been standing, a beautiful vision of a manic pixie dream girl would be beaming down at your S/O.

“Awww, sorry, Prom!” She’d give him a hand up while giggling.

Who the hell is this? Only Prompto’s friends get to call him that!

Prompto would “accidently” be pulled super close to her.

“Ahh, hey, [EX]. Nice to…see you, again,” your blushing sunshine would stammer.

Prompto would retreat to your side. “Welp, [Y/N] and I were just leaving so nice to run into you!” Wow, that was a quick getaway.

“Rude! Prom, you’re not even going to introduce me to this masterpiece beside you?” Nevermind…but maybe she won’t be terrible.

“Oh, yeah, well, [Ex] this is [Y/N], my [S/O]. “Y/N], this is my…ex, [Ex].” Prompto would be looking at you like he’s expecting punishment.

“Oh, quit it, Prom! We’re still friends! It’s so great to meet you!” She’d steal a hug as a greeting.

“Oh, we just have to catch up! I want to hear all about you!” She’s holding you at arm’s length now. Her grip on your shoulders is strangely tight.

“Let’s go get ice cream! There’s this amazing little vendor over there!” She’d hold your hand hostage and be leading you towards an outdoor table.

You look back to Prompto who seems to just shrug and follow you.

You get seated and Prompto leaves to get your order.

“So, how’s Prom?” She rests her head on her hands and looks to you like a too cunning fox.

Why does she keep calling Prompto that?

What is up with her? Everything feels so…fake.

“Oh, he’s…good.” You’d reply. You just have to make it till Prompto gets back. This shouldn’t take long.

“Oh, that’s good! He’s suuuch a great guy. Anyone would be lucky to be with him.”

“Um, yeah. I guess.” What is this woman’s problem?

“I just hope he doesn’t…you, know…” She waives one hand in circles before resting those sly eyes on you, “settle.”

Your eyebrows shoot up so fast they could have flown from your face.

“It’s nothing personal. It just doesn’t feel like you two really…fit. Ya’know? I’m saying this to help both of you!” She wraps your hand in an her ice cold grip.

“I really don’t think our…’fit’ is your problem.” You steal back your hand.

“Oh well… we must all make mistakes to learn from them.” She leans back in her chair, shaking her head.

That’s it.

“That explains you.” You reply.

Her chair almost falls over backwards.

Prompto returns with the ice cream.

“Prom! [Y/N] just called me a bitch!” She stands from her chair to face him.

Oh no, here we go. You should have seen that she was going to do something like this. What a piece of work.

Prompto sighs. A look of exhaustion spreads over his face as he looks her in the eyes and says, “You probably deserved it. C’mon, [Y/N]”

He takes your hand and the two of you walk away.

You look back to see a look of shock and anger across her face.

You explain everything that happened to Prompto as you walk.

He sighs. “Yeah, sounds like her. I thought she was so great! She had just been dealt a bad hand, ya’know? And I didn’t understand why everyone was so mean to her. Ugh, she cost me a lot of friends.”

You squeeze his hand and smile softly at him. “But you learned from it.”

“You’re right! And now I get to be a better man for you!”

Ignis

You and Ignis are out on a long awaited date night at a new restaurant.

You’re discussing the food when a shadow falls across the table.

A woman with a cold beauty and a calculating gaze looks down at you.

She smiles, “Hello, Ignis. It’s good to see you.”

Ignis stands, “Ah, hello, [ex]. It’s good to see you.”

The two of them cordially hug.

She doesn’t turn her head to glance at you.

“[Ex], this is [Y/N], my [S/O]. [Y/N], this is [Ex].”

She extends a hand to you. You stand to shake it.

“I’m his ex.” She states matter of factly to you.

“I see…” is all you reply, slightly taken aback.

Ignis looks at her slightly disapprovingly.

“What? There’s no reason to hide it. It was quite some time ago. Besides, it’s not like I’m ashamed of having dated you.” She looks over to Ignis, the barest spark of warmth evident in her eyes.

Ignis clears his throat.

He pulls out a chair, “Please, join us.” You’re not sure how much of his tone is formality and how much is kindness.

“Thank you!” She exclaims as she takes the chair.

Ignis seems slightly put off.

She orders food and settles in. There goes your date night.

“Oh, your drink is empty! Please, let me get us some more! It’s the least I can do.” She stands to leave. You’re hoping to make a quick escape when she turns her back.

“Oh, [Y/N], would you come with me to pick out everyone’s drinks?” She asks, turning to you. She mimics all of the actions of a warm smile, but her every word is cold.

Ignis is bristling, so you decide to do this to give him a break.

“Of course!”

You two make your way to the bar. She sits down at a stool and beckons for you to take the seat next to her. You do to be polite, although you shouldn’t be here long.

Suddenly, she stands at her seat and looks down at you.

She looks fully like a villain, now.

“I will make this as simple for you to understand as I can, but Ignis does not see an equal in you.” Her gaze is almost glass like.

“And you know this, how?” You retort, tilting your head.

“Because your intelligence is evidently lacking.” She retorts, attempting to hail the bartender.

“Ah, yes. And you’re an expert on the matter, I assume.” You haven’t known this woman for more than a few minutes! Why would she make such a statement?

She looks down the tip of her nose at you, “You really think you’re going to stay together? That his plans involve you? If I know Ignis, he’s already bored of you and merely keeping you around for your…other services.”

There are so many things you want to say to this woman. You stand to match her stature.

Her eyes get a wicked gleam to them.

This is what she wants. She wants an argument.

You take a deep breath before picking up your drinks from the counter and turning away.

“What, that’s it? You can’t think of anything? Pathetic.” She spits at your back.

You don’t even turn to look at her as you say, “I have no need to join in on a jealous girl’s immature games.”

You return to your table to find that Ignis has ordered boxes for your and his food.

“Where is she? Everything is taken care of, let’s go.” He rushes you out of the restaurant as though he is escorting you from a war zone.

The two of you take a winding path back to your apartment, making sure no one is following you. He makes you backtrack a few times and go through buildings at other times.

Eventually you do make it back.

Ignis collapses onto your couch, letting out a breath of relief.

You sit next to him, but do not touch. You need answers.

“She was a wicked, wicked woman. We were together when I was much younger.” He looks over to you.

You raise an eyebrow, beckoning him on.

“She knows how to mimic kindness…but she isn’t at heart. But she was brilliant.” Ignis moves to rest his elbows on his knees.

“Everything had to be a competition with her. She always had to prove she was the smartest. And if she lost, she wouldn’t forget it. Many times, she’d get back at you.”

“You don’t sound like you have many fond memories together.”

Ignis stares off pensively. “I thought I did, but I started to wonder how many of them were genuine. In retrospect, I don’t believe anything she did was.”

“At least she kept you on your toes.” You reply. You can still feel her cold gaze on you.

“Only in the ways that one dodges attacks.” Ignis smiles and stands. He extends a hand and pulls you from the couch, catching you in a warm embrace.

“You keep me on my toes in the fashion of a dance.” He states as he spins you around.

Gladio

Gladio will have taken you out to the opera. It may seem odd, but this man has a little bit of knowledge about everything!

You’d be socializing at intermission, standing beside your handsome man, when one of the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen would approach him.

Seriously, she’s been crafted by the gods to Carmen’s specifications: perfect dark skin, black hair that spills in waves over her shoulders, breasts that look like they could be weaponized.

“Oh! Gladdy! It’s so good to see you again!” She rushes to him, flinging her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek.

The whole embrace borders on a greeting hug and throwing yourself into your lover’s arms.

“It’s good to see you, Carmen.” (Really, THAT’S her name?!)

Gladio’s voice is deeper and quieter than usual for him, so he’s either turned on or he’s not happy. Perhaps both; just look at who ran to him!

Gladio steps back and places a hand on the small of your back.

“Carmen, this is [Y/N]. [Y/N] this is Carmen.”

You’d bow your head slightly in greeting.

“It is a pleasure to meet you! This must be a business event, Gladdy?” Carmen barely glances at you.

“No, Carmen. This is my [S/O].” Gladio states through gritted teeth.

“Oh!” Carmen looks genuinely surprised.

“And how do you two know each other?” You inquire. You’re fairly certain of the answer, but you have to have confirmation.

Before Gladio can reply Carmen interjects, “Oh! You haven’t heard of me? Well, Gladdy and I were together for quite a long time!”

Gladio sighs looking at his feet. “Yep,” is all he manages through the fog of shame.

“Oh! Gladiolus! It is so good to see you!” You recognize the approaching man as a high ranking Crownsguard.

Thank the six, you’re saved.

“Ah, Carmen! It is good to see you, again!” He takes her hand and kisses it. She feigns flattery.

“And [Y/N], it is always a pleasure!” he wraps one arm around your back in an (almost) hug.

“Come, Gladio! Let’s get this group drinks! Gorgeous people only grow more beautiful with wine!” Your S/O is swept away from you before you can comprehend the action.

You’re left alone with Carmen…who is now scanning every inch of you.

She has a look of a mix of apprehension and true confusion.

“You?” Is all she asks.

You furrow your brows and look at her. Who would say such a thing?

“You’re who he chose?”

“It appears so.” You reply, turning away from her.

“I find it hard to believe that you are enough for a man like that.”

You turn back to her, shocked. “In what way?”

She sizes you up, again.

“The most important way.” She brushes her hair back from her low cut dress.

Your mouth is agape when you hear Gladio returning.

He passes you a glass of wine.

The intermission bell tolls, it is time to return.

It gives you an excuse to douse your frustration with the full glass and to escape this horrible situation.

“Oh, we simply must catch up, Gladdy!” Carmen coos at Gladio as patrons shuffle past you.

“Let’s not.” Is all that Gladio retorts as he takes your hand and heads towards the opposite door as Carmen.

When you return to your seats, you notice that Carmen sits a few rows directly behind you. She stares down at you with scheming eyes.

“What’s up, babe?” Gladio whispers in your ear.

“It’s nothing.”

“Babe…” and that’s all he has to say.

You whisper the whole conversation to him as the theater fills.

Gladio shakes his head. “Don’t let her get to you. She’s got nothing on you.”

You side eye him.

“Seriously! I’m not sure she’s ever read a book in her life and she doesn’t care to. She’s afraid of the smallest shadow. And she doesn’t care about anyone but herself.”

You sigh. His words make you feel better, but she did criticize one more thing that you shouldn’t bring up here.

Gladio seems to sense it.

“Besides, we’re way better together…” He teases as he slides a hand onto your thigh.

“We are pretty amazing together,” you whisper as you embrace his game, sliding over to place a feather light kiss on his neck.

You see Carmen’s nostrils flare from the corner of your vision.

“I hope she enjoys the play,” you whisper to Gladio as the lights dim.

“I know I will,” Gladio replies as his hand slides up your thigh.

Bonus:

Ravus

In his youth, Ravus dated many young women. Most of them children of nobles.

You’re attending a ball with this beautiful man by your side.

A pale woman in a yellow dress sweeps across the floor towards you.

“Oh, Your Highness, it is a pleasure to see you, again!” She exclaims as she bows.

She stands closer to Ravus than most would dare.

“I do not answer to that title, anymore.” Ravus exclaims coldly.

Great. Someone has ruined the little good mood your S/O had before you could even get him to dance with you.

“My apologies, that was the last title I knew for you, dear Ravus.” She stands, straightening to her full height.

A look of recognition dawns on Ravus’s face.

“[Ex]! It is good to see you again.” He makes a small bow to her.

She was not expecting such formality, evident by the strained smile on her face.

She gestures to you. “And you are?”

Before you can respond, Ravus pounces.

This man may have left the arena of social games and gossiping due to a sheer hatred for it, but he is still keen to the rules.

“This is the exquisite [Y/N]. My [S/O], and, if you’ll excuse me, my dance partner for the night.” He takes your hand and sweeps you onto the dance floor.

In the steps of a waltz, you find room to converse.

“Are these socialites too dangerous to leave me to?” You jokingly ask.

“Alone they are no threat, but together they will drown you in a whirlpool of insults and mind games.” There must be a story behind such accusations.

“Especially [Ex]. Her family gossips enough to be bred from mosquitoes.”

You laugh at his cynicism.

“I see, so you are protecting us both from the evils of gossip and jealousy.”

“Perhaps…Perhaps I’m just more direct.” He pulls you close and kisses you passionately.

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Special Pt 5 - Tyson Jost

A/N: Y/ALL! IT’S FINALLY HERE! IT TOOK FOREVER BUT IT’S HERE!

W/C: 2006

Warnings: N/A

It's been 2 days since you've last seen Tyson in person and 3 days until he is supposedly going to surprise you. The snow outside was already melting since Colorado weather is what you like to call, bipolar weather. It can be a blizzard one day and 90 degrees the next. That didn't stop you and your Colorado friends from going sledding though. You met up at the mall sometime before 8. All you can remember about getting there is chugging coffee to avoid falling asleep at the wheel and blasting your favorite playlist til your ears were ringing. It takes about 2 to 3 hours to get to the hill in the mountains that everybody likes and those hours were not very pleasant. Not for you at least.

"You gotta dish the details sis," your best friend, Alyssa, says after you're all situated in the car. There's 5 of you total: You, Alyssa, Sadie, Emma, and Payton. Four of you met in freshman year of highschool but Emma was a year behind in 8th grade. Ever since then, you've never kept any secrets from them and told them absolutely everything no matter how personal or tragic. They were always there, and they always would be.

"Oh my gosh yes you have to tell us," Payton chimes in, nudging you in the stomach. You shake your head with a slight smile on your face, trying to hide the red that's spreading everywhere.

"Guys she's blushing! Aww," Emma says on the other side you. Why did you have to be stuck in the middle?

"C'mon (Y/N)," Sadie, who is driving, encourages, "We know who he is. How did you meet him?"

You sigh, desperately wanting to avoid this conversation because it makes you all bubbly inside and that scares you.

"Well," you start, "We were on the same flight to DIA and by the power of whoever controls this stuff, he sat down next to me." The girls giggle and shift in their seats with excitement. You continue the story, "And I, um, bitched to him about my English assignment which he ended up helping me with," they give you a look, "willingly," you add.

"Okay," Emma says.

"Ok?" You ask.

"What else! There has got to be more than a stupid English assignment and flight delay," Alyssa says eagerly.

You sigh and end up telling them everything. Not just how you met, what you said, did...felt, but also what happened after. Running into JT and Kerf, getting Chloe hockey equipment, meeting up with Tyson. The not-so-nice DMs and comments you got on some Instagram pictures. They all listen intently, nodding and making some noises here and there. When you finish your story, you sit back and close your eyes releasing a stressful breath.

"Hun, you got a husband right there," says Sadie, who has been quiet the whole time focusing on the roads. You don't quite process what she says until everyone is agreeing with her.

"Wait, what. Sadie no. I just met him," you sputter out quickly. She just- she didn't mean- do I- what?

"So? He's totally into you, and you're totally into him. You gotta take him off the market before someone else snatches him up." You roll your eyes at her comment.

"He's just a friend and a great guy. He doesn't like me that way." All four of them scoff.

"Dude you are so stupid. You really think a guy you just met, who's 'just a friend' would want to hang out with you twice in one day, promise to make your birthday special, and every other damn adorable thing you told us? Nah. He likes you. Admit it. We're right, you're wrong," Payton says, grabbing your phone from your lap.

"Woah woah woah what are you doing!" You grab for your phone but Payton blocks you with her back, shoving your arms away with hers. You're still processing what she said when she puts the phone up to her ear.

"Dude! What the hell are you doing!" Payton shushes you, and everyone quiets down. You can hear Tyson say hello in a sweet voice. Payton turns her head, eyes wide and doesn't say anything. Tyson says hello again, this time adding your name. Payton shoves the phone into your open hand and you put it against your ear without a second thought.

"Hey!" You greet, everyone except Sadie watching your every move.

"Hey (Y/N)," he speaks softly with a hint of raspiness in his voice, "What's up?" You glance at your friends and bite your lip. What is up? You just gushed about him to your friends so one of them called him because she knew you wouldn't?

"I'm just heading up to a sledding hill in the mountains with some friends. Sorry, did I wake you?" You glare at Payton. No, you didn't wake him. Payton woke him.

"Yeah but it's fine. It's nice hearing your voice early in the morning," he says and you can hear the little smile he has on his face as he does. You start smilingly uncontrollably and melt into your seat. Your friends smile with excitement and Alyssa wiggles her eyebrows at you. You slap her elbow which results in a quiet screech.

"Aw I'm sorry. I uh," you aren't quite sure what to say, "I was wondering if you maybe wanted to do something tomorrow?" You hear shuffling on the other end and your voice echoing. He must've put you on speaker.

"Well," his voice sounds far away, "I've got practice tomorrow morning but you can come and we can get lunch after? How does that sound?" You smile at your friends, now thankful that Payton called him.

"That sounds great, I'll be there," You're about to hang up when he starts saying something.

"You know actually, I could pick you up before practice and drive you there if you want?" He's taken you off speaker, and also off-guard.

"Oh! Um, yeah! Sure!" You stumble over your words and feel the heat rising in your cheeks. They're grinning at you now all proud like they've won the 'Getting Your Lonely Friend A Boyfriend' award.

There's silence for a moment, just breathing. Alyssa opens her mouth to say something and you clamp a hand over her mouth so she doesn't ruin whatever is happening.

"You know (Y/N)," Tyson breaks the silence, "I'm glad you called. I know we haven't known each other for a long time but you're a good friend." Your heart can't help but sink a little at his words.

"Thanks Tyson. You are too." You respond before putting your thumbnail to your teeth. You say your goodbyes and hang up. Your friends can sense the drastic change in your mood and turn on the radio so you don't have to talk. The remainder of the drive is filled with music, and eventually more talking, just not about Tyson.

When you get to the sledding hill, you're all excited to see that it isn't crowded and that there are no little kids. There's only a couple small groups of people that at the moment are drinking hot chocolate at some of the picnic tables. As you're all unpacking the sleds and snow clothes, Payton elbows you in the stomach.

"Ow! Jesus Payton can you not?" You exclaim, massaging where her elbow hit. She ignores you and instead nods at a group of boys at the top of the hill and one of them watching your group. You eye him cautiously, almost like a threat. A 'hurt my girls and you will pay' kind of threat. He shines a bright smile in return and you turn away from him.

"Okay he is so into you Payton," you whisper to her while grabbing your snow coat and boots. "You should go say hi." You see her smiling and shaking her head out of the corner of your eye.

"Dude you are so stupid. He isn't looking at me, he was looking at you," she glances over your head, "and he still is." You look at her with your eyebrows furrowed, before turning to look back at the mystery guy. Payton was right. His eyes are trained on you. Well shit.

"Nope. No. No way. This is not happening." You say much louder than necessary.

Payton rolls her eyes, "Don't tell me you're loyal to someone you're not even dating yet."

"Ah you said yet. Meaning Tyson is someone worth waiting for," You reply, walking around the vehicle to grab your phone.

"Well why not make him move a little faster then? Make him, ya know, jealous," she replies with a wink or two.

"Nope. Nope nope nope. That isn't happening," you open up Snapchat and take what you deem as a cute selfie.

'Can't wait for tomorrow!' you click on Tyson's name and then shove your phone in your pocket after it sends.

"Fine. Be lonely forever, I don't care," Payton exclaims, throwing her hands up in surrender. If you only heard her voice you'd think she was mad, but she has a cheeky smile on her face.

"Are we ready to go ladies?" Sadie asks, holding her sled.

"Yeah," you say, grabbing your sled, "we're ready."

She locks the car and you all make the trek up the hill.

"We are so racing," Alyssa says to you, a challenging glare accompanying it.

"Okay Hot Shot, let's go," you laugh.

You set your sled down and get in position. Emma stands in between the two of you and counts down.

"3...2...1," she pauses, "GO!"

You both take off down the hill but you move your weight too forward on accident and flip. You feel the snow slip under your sweatshirt and soak your undershirt. Letting go of the sled, you drag yourself on the snow to slow down. When you stop moving you hear all your friends laughing and Alyssa walking over to check on you.

"You good?" She asks, sticking a hand out. You take it and haul yourself off the snow.

"Yeah I'm good. I totally get style points for that right?" you say with a laugh.

Alyssa laughs and nods, "Sure." She turns to walk back up the hill.

"Hey," you call out to her, "I'm gonna chill down here for a bit."

She sends a nod your way, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, but my clothes are soaked now so I'm gonna change."

She nods again, and you disappear to the car, taking your sled with you. It takes you a few minutes to find your extra shirt and college sweatshirt and this time around you decide to grab your actual winter jacket. You walk back to the hill but decide to sit down at one of the picnic tables. After a few minutes of sitting, you hear footsteps behind you and turn your head.

"Hi," says the guy from earlier. The sun reflects off of his blonde hair, making it look almost like gold.

"Hi," you reply, turning your head back to the hill.

"Okay. Never had a girl reject me that quickly," he says passive-aggressively. You roll your eyes.

"Well when you're staring at a girl from a distance, you shouldn't expect them to treat you like you're not a creep." You grab your sled and stand up to start sledding again.

"Hey, maybe I'll see you around?"

"Where would you see me around?" you ask, turning around.

"Your sweatshirt. I go to the same college. Have you never seen me before?"

You shake your head at him, "Oh. And yeah, I've never seen you before."

"We hang out at the on-campus park if you ever want to come say hi."

"Okay. Thanks for the info," you say dismissively before walking back up the hill to your friends. You didn't want to be rude but the guy was staring at you and your friends like a creep. It's not attractive.

"Hey (Y/N)," Alyssa says, "ready to go again?"

You send a cocky smirk her way, "Oh yeah."

#Tyson jost #Colorado avalanche #special #special part 5 #nhl #hockey #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #imagine #sledding

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jackalopingintothevoid · 6 years

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Camera Shy

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 TBA

The vidstream was starting, but not in the usual way. The New Start Crew, or whoever would be on stream this time, weren’t all on the couch ready with the opening greeting. Instead, it was just a pale heart-shaped face and brown hair in a stylish undercut, hazel eyes darting back and forth as they double checked everything was set up. The outgoing Riley with the camera on follow mode, much closer than if there were a group.

“Hello Crewsters! Now, you might be thinking ‘ay up, something’s not quite right here’. You’re not wrong friends, and it’s not ‘cause I’ve picked up the wrong thing to take a selfie with; we’ve had an incident. Early this morning-- before I had even returned from last night’s passionate tryst-- somebody broke into the garage!”

A dramatic gasp sounded as they reeled back from the camera in faux shock.

“Oh my goodness! What could they possibly want from our garage? Tools, spare parts? Access to our top-secret stash of pilfered alien tech!? All good questions, all wrong answers.” They dropped the theatrics, but remained energetic. “Turns out some poor bloke had been homeless out in the snow, and in desperation had wrenched the door open to get out of the cold.”

They grinned, turning slightly to start leading the free-floating camera across the room.

“So, have we had the guy arrested for breaking and entering? Dropped him off at a hospital to be treated for hypothermia?”

With a chuckle, Riley waved their hand dismissively. “‘Course not! Sampo’s gone and adopted him, bless her heart. Vera says he’s twice her size and frankly that’s bloody terrifying ‘cause she’s ripped as all get-out, but if Sampo says,” here came the bad impression, “‘We must wrap him up warm and feed him soup and love him forever’ then God knows Ali-oop’s gonna do it. She’s arse over tits for that woman.”

Riley cheerfully bounced through a door, not bothering to close it as the camera tracked them across the hallway.

“Now, I haven’t seen this bloke. Something about not overwhelming him. I think anyone who can force open a garage door with his bare hands and hypothermia is a big boy and can handle it, but it’s not my call.”

“Now, three people have met him themselves, and both Sampo and Mousy are still in the bedroom with him, so it’s our favourite hunk who’ll be providing today’s news bulletin!”

With that, they pushed through into the living room area, where Alouette sat on the usual vid couch with a cup of coffee and her COM pad, probably browsing the net. She glanced up in mixed annoyance and confusion.

“Ali, darling, give us the deets! What went down with the mysterious man in the garage?”

Raising her eyes to the heavens, Alouette put down her COM. “Not much. Mo heard a noise, called me to say someone had broken in, I went in with my gun and found a very large man. He didn’t attack us so Mo tried to talk to him and he passed out.”

The camera pulled back a little way so Riley could turn to it and adequately express how unimpressed they were by expression alone. “No sense of intrigue whatsoever. Two out of ten, lacklustre at best.”

Huffing in frustration, Alouette snapped, “I am not the noir lead! I am an ODST! We get shit done, not write sagas about it!”

They didn’t even wait for her to finish. “Come on Aloe Vera--”

“Do not call me--!”

“-- what does he look like? What does he sound like?”

“No sound.” Alouette folded her arms, frowning. “He did not speak. Perhaps he’s spoken to Sampoorna or Mo, but not to me.”

After a moment of expectant silence, she rolled her eyes and continued, pensive. “He is very big. Very very big, taller than Sampo and more muscles than me. Skin white like chalk, white like there is something wrong with him. Very big eyes.”

“... I’m getting the feeling this bloke might be a bit on the larger side?”

The camera listed violently to the side as a cushion collided with it, narrowly missing Riley’s head.

A dark and skinny form, under 6′, came into focus. Riley was nowhere to be seen. All was quiet save for the soft sound of boiling water and a spoon ringing lightly against a mug. Only the back of this person was visible, even the head obscured by the pulled-back hair, thick natural curls giving it incredible volume.

“Ring-a-ding, it’s Changming!”

With a cry of shock, Changming whipped round before immediately laughing, releasing his nervous tension as he realised they’d gotten him again.

“Riley! Why d’you do this to me? Every time!” A slightly-less-thick accent otherwise matching Mochou’s and more than familiar to regulars of the channel. “I’m making tea here!”

“Changming here is the next-closest individual to the incident by association.” They’d adopted a news reporter voice for this part, still out of view of the camera. “Changming, what can you tell us about the stranger your sister accosted this morning?” A rolling pin appeared, thrust into the younger man’s face like a microphone.

“Ahaha, well, not much really! He’s super huge though, like all over, and so scarred up! He looks like a Brute used him as a chew toy!”

“All over?” The suggestive eyebrow-waggle was audible.

“Yeah!” He was glossing over that. “We had to strip him off see, ‘cause of the-- shut up, don’t look at me like that-- ‘cause of the hypothermia. He was in this tight bl-- stop it!-- a black bodysuit. And you have to-- you have to take off-- if you don’t stop laughing I’ll stop talking.”

“Okay, okay I’m sorry! I’ll stop.”

“Wet or tight clothing has to come off. Hold it together Rile! But he was so pale I could map out his whole cardiovascular system by eye, like that guy needs a specialist probably.”

“Maybe he’s a new form of human that evolved underground in the dark?”

“Please do not make me worried about mutant mole people right now.”

“We all know what your dear sister’s like, has she taken any samples?”

“Please do not make me think about my sister taking human samples.”

“Just--”

“No, okay? She... she kinda seemed really worried about him. She just told me he was sick and really cold though. Oh, and he liked my tea a lot!”

“A ringing endorsement. Thank you, Changming, for your insight on this matter.”

“En, that’s okay, I guess--”

“Now, to gather some speculation from local experts.”

Rapid movement, and a distant “Bye, then?” from the Guan brother.

Shoulder-length black hair and a mix of African and Arab features were the focus of the next scene, a stern and no-nonsense approach evident on the woman’s countenance.

“Fiona Kuhne, what sort of things should we be--”

“I think this is a mistake.”

“... Elaborate, if you would.”

“This is a complete stranger, guilty of breaking and entering, for whom we have no idea of motive or intent. No concrete motive, anyway. Answer me this, Riley-- what sort of person can tear open an automated alloy door by hand?”

A pensive silence followed the loaded question. Fiona answered it herself.

“No one I’m happy keeping around my family without vetting, that’s who.”

The camera rounded a corner--

“I’m working, Riley. You bug me right now I won’t have time to edit it for you.”

“Mr. Adebayo, you wound me! I would never interrupt your work without good reason--”

“I don’t know anything ‘bout this guy, okay? Just wait until he’s halfway recovered, geez.”

“But Davis, what are we gonna give people for the vid today if everyone’s busy with this mystery man? We have a fan base, we have expectations, we have potential loss of income!”

“Look, you’ve probably already got some stuff right? Even if it ain’t much it’ll explain to folks what’s happening. Better to get your news from the source right?”

The camera stopped it’s movement, then turned a full 180 back to Riley’s face. A face with a wide grin slowly spreading across it.

“You know, Davis, you are absolutely right.”

#halo #anyone know this john doe?#john 117 #master chief

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meditatemoremedicateless · 6 years

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Maxine Caulfield: Old Friends (1/2)

Fandom: Life is Strange Ship: Max Caulfield / Max Caulfield Tags: selfcest, involuntary drug use, inspired by Undertale, post-Life in Snippets Words: 5,464

Summary: In a new timeline without Sean Prescott, Max Caulfield remains in Seattle, doing her best to become acquainted with friends she's never met and handling Victoria's insufferable family. On the night following an art show at the Chase Space, Mark Jefferson takes two bullets to the chest in his hotel room. On the elevator ride down from his room, Max meets the girl from the mirror, another Max from an abandoned timeline. They chat like old friends and share a smoke.

Unfortunately, the Other Max isn't here for a friendly chat.

Dedicated to the “Super Maxine” fan art by @zai-fanart

Playlist: Transistor Original Soundtrack, “Vanishing Point” Transistor Original Soundtrack, “We All Become” Transistor Original Soundtrack, “Old Friends” Transistor Original Soundtrack, “Paper Boats”

Jefferson was still unconscious and Max was getting impatient. She'd never tried speeding time up before, but she was seriously starting to consider it. Whatever Jefferson had tried to dose her with took forever to wear off - which was probably the point, she supposed. Still, she'd spent the better part of the night sitting on his hotel bed watching cartoons and anime, wishing she'd brought snacks. It was only her third murder and she still hadn't quite gotten used to the prep work.

Once he started to make small movements, trying to open his eyes or shifting in his restraints, Max gagged him with his tie.

Eventually, he was conscious enough to struggle and groan, making it hard to concentrate on the TV. Once he managed to maintain this for a few minutes, Max figured it was time they had a talk. She retrieved her gun from the night stand, cocked it, and leveled it at Jefferson's face.

His eyes focused as well as they could on the barrel so close, a little cross-eyed. He stopped his groaning, instead just breathing heavily into his gag, small amounts of drool accumulating on his chin. There was something about this image that left him so distant from the monster Max remembered that, for a few seconds, she convinced herself this wasn't even the same man.

Then again, he had dosed her drink. Maybe it didn't matter. The world could use one less rapist.

"If you try to scream, call for help - anything - you'll choke on your own blood. Do you understand?"

For a second there was only the sound of his breathing, but then the message made it through, and he nodded vigorously.

"Good."

Max pulled the tie from around his face and tossed it on the bed. She'd expected him to try something stupid - it's not like the chair was a perfect place to tape him up, after all - but he remained as cool as could be expected, only working his jaw up and down a little to adjust.

Max pulled out the desk chair and sat it across from him, sitting down and relaxing, the gun never deviating from his torso. She hated sitting with her ankles neatly crossed, but she wasn't left with a lot of options thanks to the black cocktail dress Victoria had picked out for her last night.

When she said nothing, he figured it was his turn. "Max," he said after a moment of struggling to remember, "what - are you doing? What did-"

"You dosed my scotch and I returned the favor. The duct tape was in your bag," Max said, contempt written all over her face. "You don't really change, do you?"

Jefferson blinked a few times, slowly, concentration clearly a struggle. "How did you-? Why do you have a gun?"

She tilted her head, as if the question were curious to her. "Because I want to talk to you, Mr. Jefferson. Or should I call you Mark?"

"I-"

"But I don't actually want you to talk back." She liked the way he shut up when she tilted the gun up towards his face, even if it wasn't any more dangerous than what she was already doing. Self preservation was so predictable when you were just a person. "Sorry, should have clarified that."

Jefferson wet his lips and took a deep breath, but said nothing.

"Perfect," Max smiled in response. "You're learning."

She said, "I just thought, before things go any further, you should know why this is happening to you."

After a pause, he replied, "Okay," just above a whisper.

Max nodded, taking a moment to collect her thoughts. "Where to begin . . . where to begin."

"Hm. Okay, I know. I'll tell you a story. Once there was a famous fashion photographer named Mark Jefferson who liked taking pictures in black and white. His style was known all over the art world for capturing the dynamics of power - between state and citizen, between military and civilian, between men and women, between light and dark. But there was another element to his style that, for some reason, nobody talked about. Mark Jefferson loved to make himself a part of his photos. Not including himself in the frame, no, no," Max laughed, bitterness creeping into her voice. She shook her head. "No, of course not, then he'd be just like some millenial tween taking a selfie, and he'd despise that."

"Mark Jefferson liked to watch innocence die. And there was nothing he found so innocent or so beautiful as young girls at the edge of adulthood, blossoming despite the cynicism of the world. He was so proud of that, too, of his eye to find these girls, these special girls . . ." Max sighed, a far-off look in her eye.

Mark took the break in the monologue to start, "Now, Max, I don't know where you're getting any of this absurd fantasy, but I can promise you I'm no . . . pedophile," he grimaced with genuine disgust at the word, "if that's what you think I am. I'm just a photographer. And you're eighteen and-"

Max held a finger up to her lips and gave a 'Shh.' He quickly trailed off, and Max laughed in delight.

"You're right! I forgot that that was so important to you. 'I'm not a pedophile . I'm not a rapist. I'm an artist.'" This was clearly hilarious to her, but his face only grew more anxious.

When she recovered, Max continued, "You're right, I'm so sorry. You like to drug them, watch them wake up slowly so you can see the light, that beautiful innocence, die in their eyes, suck it away like some sort of vampire and then spit them back out. You'd destroy a girl, but you wouldn't like, fuck them." Max pondered that for a second. "Well, except when you do. You're kind of all-around nasty."

There was a long break while Mark looked her over carefully, as if he couldn't believe this was the same giggling, moronic girl he'd brought back to his room the night before. The stuttering admiration and heavy makeup had all been washed away and he couldn't seem to believe his eyes. Was it because she knew? Or was it because he'd never thought her, in particular, capable of this?

His voice lost its gentleness, becoming flat and rough. "You know the website, I take it?"

Max had never had the edge to actually take a look at it until last night, when she was trying to fill the hours until he woke up. It was horrifying, somehow worse than the morning she'd found the bunker underneath the Prescott barn despite the fact that she didn't recognize any of the girls from the photographs. There were just so many. So many beautiful, innocent young girls who'd probably had careers, bright futures, trusting relationships snatched away in the blink of a camera. It's not that she knew the psychological weight of it, really - she hadn't stuck around long enough to ask Kate what it had been like - but she still remembered the poison that filled her body and her heart when she was dosed the first time, and she couldn't imagine the hours underneath his lens that these girls had had to endure.

Max pushed out a small smile to keep her confidence. "I've taken a look, yeah."

His eyes narrowed, then relaxed - his whole face relaxed and his tone softened again. "Then what do you want? Is this all some game for millions in blackmail that I don't have?"

Max's smile was real this time. "Oh, nah." She stood up from the chair, just so she could look down at him. "I just wanted to watch the light die from your eyes."

He registered her meaning as she raised the gun at his chest. "Now, Max-"

He was never able to finish his sentence thanks to two bullets embedding themselves somewhere inside his rib cage. Blood welled up in his mouth as his lungs filled, drowning the already-dead man.

"Hold the elevator, please."

A hand shot out of the elevator to keep it open, and Max slipped inside quickly, hitting Lobby and then darting to the opposite corner. She pulled herself up on the hand railing, doing her best not to look at the other passenger in the elevator.

"It wouldn't kill you to say 'hello.'"

A shiver ran up Max's spine as she heard the voice, and she looked up. At first, the face she saw looked just like any other stranger - a medium-height brunette with shoulder-length hair, a plaid shirt that immediately pinged Max's gaydar tied around their waist. But she had an eye for images, and it only took her a second to recognize them as familiar, if flipped from how she normally saw them.

It was her. Herself. Max. Except not behind the mirror anymore .

"Max?" The word had no volume behind it, but they seemed to get it anyway, and their face split into a grin.

"Surprised to see me?" the other Max asked, but Max had already flung herself across the elevator, and they pulled her into a tight hug. The other Max was taller, and, she realized, older than she remembered. Time had not passed for them equally. Apparently, Max still had some growing to do.

"God, Max. I haven't seen you since the Lighthouse." Max held on a bit longer, then took a step back, looking them over again. Now that she had a chance to look, everything about this Max seemed a little aged up, clearly on the other side of twenty. "That was . . . months ago. But it looks like it's been longer for you."

"Hah, yeah," they said, lifting their hand up and rotating it slowly, as if they could see the age on it. "A little bit. Plus, I go by Maxine now."

Max swiped her eyebrow to show her relief. "Whew. I go exclusively by 'Max' now so that works out. You would not believe how confusing it is trying to explain running into you."

Maxine quirked their eyebrows. "No kidding, sheesh."

The elevator reached the lobby and the doors slid open. Max hadn't realized that Maxine hadn't chosen a floor, they'd just arrived on the floor Max was on. Which was . . . pretty weird.

As they left the elevator, Max asked, "So what are you doing here?"

They both seemed to be making their way towards the lobby doors, which further confused Max, even if it was convenient.

Maxine shrugged, gesturing at the revolving door. "Why don't we take a walk and we can catch up some? Do you smoke?"

Max sighed in relief. "Oh thank god. This dress didn't have anywhere to put them and I've been in it all night. Please tell me you have-"

Maxine held up a white lighter before Max could even finish the question, and smirked. Then they fished in their jeans pockets until they found their cigarettes, offering one to Max first before sticking one in their mouth as they left the hotel.

"Good choice on the dress, by the way," Maxine said as they gave Max a once-over. "You look hot."

Max gave them a playful shove, but it only made them laugh. They paused just outside the hotel to light their cigarettes, then turned left and just started walking.

Max was a little pink and didn't want to think about how weird that was. "Thanks," she finally replied. "Victoria picked it out for me."

Maxine quirked their eyebrows in surprise again, but said nothing for the time.

After the awkwardness was given a little time to fade, Maxine suddenly said, "So, you got Mark. Nice."

Max found a way to choke on her smoke despite the fact that this body had apparently been smoking for years. Maxine shot her a look of amusement but didn't add anything more until she was done.

Then Max half-yelled, "What the fuck?!"

Maxine laughed, then replied, "What? I was on my way to do it myself - I didn't expect to find you needing an escape elevator."

Max considered shock or confusion. But, honestly, somewhere amidst the whole ascending to godhood or whatever she had kind of gotten over the peculiarities of time travel and interdimensional overlap. This stuff happens. You just kind of have to roll with it.

So she just rolled her eyes and groaned. "God. You should have shown up hours ago so I'd have something to do."

"Wow, in front of Mark?" Maxine took a drag from her cigarette, exhaling into the air above them. "That's a bold move."

Now Max was just flustered. Why in the world were they hitting on themself? Why was she into it? And on a scale of one to ten how badly did she need to kink shame her alter ego?

"So," Max said, "What brings you here?"

"Oh, you know. I had some time to kill."

They both snickered.

A little further down the sidewalk, Maxine spotted a Starbucks. "Come on," they said, tapping Max on the small of her back and nodding towards it. "I'll buy you a coffee and we can catch up."

They both had similar taste in coffee, except somehow Maxine had an even greater love of sugar and Max was left in awe of their power. Max had been anticipating creeping into her room in these early hours, unable to sleep from the images of Mark's body. But she wasn't slinking about, and even the thought of Mark's death didn't induce any guilt. Killing Sean had been so much harder, and she wasn't even the person who pulled the trigger that time.

"I like your necklace," Max said, tilting her coffee at Maxine. "Three bullets? What's up with that?"

"Oh, this?" Maxine lifted it up between them. The bullet casings were smooth and bright, pretty even - but the style just seemed so not her .

Maxine laughed and said, "Yeah, Chloe gave this to me after I saved her ass a few times. She thought it was three and it was all symbolic and shit, but it was more like . . ." they paused, looking up at the ceiling to count.

They mouthed the numbers as they counted, which Max had never realized was so adorable until just now. She had always been afraid that mean kids from middle school were right and all her little quirks were just spazzy. But, no, Victoria was right. Max(ine) was cute as a button.

Just as Max was beginning to lose herself to focusing on Maxine's tiniest movements, Maxine finished and said, "Nine, I guess. I mean she only actually died four times, but after a while I found it best to stop telling her. I think it made her a little depressed."

That sobered up the mood real quick. Max's coffee was still a little bit bitter, and she wondered if she should have added more sugar.

Something finally clicked. "So," Max said as she put her coffee back down on the table, "you're not the Max I met before. She gave up her powers - and Chloe. You didn't." The realization that Max had encountered the third duplicate of herself left her uneasy. Every time she met another one, she became increasingly nervous that the scene Sean had shown her was true - that hopping across timelines left a Max behind to clean up her mess. She had turned time back as little as she possibly could just in case, but she still wanted to believe that she had nothing to do with the fact that there were so many other Maxes running around.

Maxine shrugged and gave a sad smile. "Yeah, sorry. You just seemed excited and I wasn't sure how to . . . tell you."

"It's okay."

It didn't really feel okay, to be honest, but that wasn't Maxine's fault. The Max behind the mirror was gone for good. It was just depressing to hold onto hope that they'd see each other again.

Maxine cleared their throat. "So, tell me about your world! How'd you end up knowing Jefferson and staying in Seattle?"

"Hmm." How to tell the story?

Occasionally people would glance over at them, as suspicious as the barista who had taken their order had been. The two of them were clearly identical except for the age gap, even if their clothes and hair were completely different. Maybe if Max was still wearing her makeup they would just pass as strangely similar sisters, but without it they even had the same freckles, and people noticed. Still, no one comes to the conclusion hat time travel is involved. How could they?

"So. Short version? I transfered to Blackwell, joined the Vortex Club, dated Victoria, met Chloe again, Victoria got super powers, Frank got super powers, we found a secret bunker underneath the Prescott's barn, Victoria figured out it was Jefferson's, Kate took a call from Sean, Rachel possessed me for a bit, then Nathan killed his dad."

Maxine was having a total face journey as Max rattled off the year's past events - but that was just September and October, after all.

"Then I realized I could control time, re-did the week, learned everything I could about Sean and Jefferson, sent Frank way back in time, ended up in this timeline. Victoria and I are still dating, but we're here. Nathan isn't kidnapping or murdering everyone and is like, a prodigy I guess. Plus Rachel visits us sometimes and I think she has a thing for Nathan. Or me. Or both. I can't really tell - she's got powers and it makes everything complicated." Max sipped her coffee again, trying to remember any other good details. "Oh, and Kate and Chloe have like, a thing. Like they fight crime or something. I don't really get it but apparently Arcadia Bay really sucks now."

"Hm." Maxine drummed their fingers on the table for a second as they mulled that all over. Finally, they said, "So, Victoria's your girlfriend? And she picks out your clothes?"

Max stuck out her tongue at Maxine's mocking tone. "Only the nice ones," she replied.

Maxine's face told her that didn't make things better. Max huffed. They both took sips of their coffee.

"But, yeah. Victoria's my girlfriend. But things are kind of . . . weird now."

Maxine was leaning against their hand lazily now. "How so?"

Max shrugged. "I dunno," she lied. Then, realizing there was basically nothing to lose in explaining, she said, "Well, okay, so. There was an intermediate timeline between this one and when Victoria and I started dating. And in that timeline, I was a really bad partner, basically, and she kind of fell for somebody else. It kind of . . . well, it sucked. She should have just broken up with me. I still don't get why she didn't."

God. Now it was all just rushing out. It was nice to be honest with someone, but it just felt like garbage. "I'm . . . still not a very good partner. I miss the old her too much, I think."

Taking a breath and swallowing after saying that felt like taking a golf ball-sized pill. It had been her choice to let the old Victoria go for Chloe's sake. And she'd been only too eager to erase the Victoria who fell out of love with her. Max had chosen Victoria's interests second to her own in the most total way there was. And, given the choice, she would do it all again.

She wanted to love Victoria, but it was going to take time. And maybe she wasn't owed that.

Maxine nodded somberly. "Yeah I . . . get that, dude. I'm sorry."

There was a brief pause, and then Maxine asked, "Out of curiosity, who did Vic fall for? I wouldn't have expected that."

"Kate Marsh."

Maxine just blinked, dumbfounded. Their lips curled down in disgust. "Well that's . . . repulsive. Yikes."

Max frowned. "Your Victoria was just a bitch, I take it?"

"You could say that," Maxine sneered. Once Max gave them an expectant glance, then continued, "In my first timeline, Vic and her friends basically baited Kate into suicide. And then she died, and Victoria . . ." Maxine's eyes started to stare past her, somewhere in the past. "Well, she told me to get over it. And I broke my hand on her face." Maxine shrugged, then added casually, "I mean, I would have undid it, except it was my rewind hand so . . . she got stuck with a bruise and I got stuck with two broken fingers."

Max nodded slowly once the story was concluded. "Yeah I . . . I heard about that. Kate's suicide, I mean. I'm sorry." Beat. "Were the two of you friends?"

The way Maxine chuckled only left Max feeling more ill at ease. "Yeah," they said, "we were close."

Max could sense there was more to the story, but though it must have been years ago for them, it didn't seem right to press Maxine for details. And, honestly, Max could do without further confirmation that Victoria might, at heart, just be a horrible person - or so literally everyone from different timelines told her.

Max reached over the table and placed her hand over Maxine's. "I'm sorry," she said. "It seems like you've been through a lot."

Maxine only nodded, the same distant look in their eye.

Max said, "My Kate was invulnerable, actually. That was her power. She took down Jefferson and saved me and Victoria all by herself."

That actually brought shock, then a smile to Maxine's face. "No shit?" The smile turned into a grin. "She's a tough fucking kid. I've seen plenty of timelines where things are better, but my first . . . well, it sticks with me." Maxine turned their hand around slowly, taking Max's hand and stroking the back side of it with her thumb. It was extremely affectionate - but, for some reason, that didn't bother Max much. She found herself easy to trust.

Maxine added, "It seems like it's the same for you, too, huh? The first is always more . . ." they pinched their face as they thought.

"Real?" Max offered.

Maxine nodded. "Yeah."

They were both about done with their coffee and the hand-holding was going on long enough that it was getting a little weird, especially over the table, but Max didn't feel much like pulling away. It wasn't exactly often that she got to experience intimacy with someone who could understand her. Maybe it was better to just wait in the moment, pretend that time was standing still (even if she wasn't making it right now).

And then the moment was over, Max's fingers dragging along the table after slipping from Maxine's touch.

Maxine brushed some of their hair behind her ear before folding their hands in their lap. Their expression was bashful, not making eye contact - much more like the Max behind the mirror had been.

"I'm going to the bathroom real quick," they said, and got up.

Max had finished her coffee by the time Maxine got back out, and the two of them decided it was best to get far away from Jefferson’s body. Fortunately, buses are frequent in Seattle, and there was a bus stop next to the hotel they’d come from. They’d prefer not to go back there at all, but sometimes you have to go back to get where you want to go.

At the bus stop, Max had an idea. “Oh hey,” she said, “do you have your phone on you? I could show you what Kate and Chloe are up to.”

Maxine tilted their head curiously, but reached into their pocket without further questions. Once they handed Max their phone, she made her way to Youtube and tried to recall what the video had been called.

After a minute, she found it, and tilted the screen so they could both take a look. Maxine leaned over, using their body to shade the screen.

The video was very dark and low-quality, and at first it was difficult to make anything out, but once the picture sharpened, they could see a park at night, two girls in the distance, and a large silhouette only visible because of how it disrupted the trees in the background.

“I don’t know what the fuck is going on,” the person holding the camera said. “There’s these girls, and this big . . . I don’t know what the - OH SHIT.” The narrator cried out as the monstrous silhouette swiped. It didn’t look like it had a body that could possibly make contact with flesh, but one of the girls was lifted from her feet and landed much closer to the camera. She did not move as the narrator said, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” over and over.

“KATE!” the other girl yelled.

Unfortunately, the camera suddenly fell back as the narrator retreated and tripped, the ‘oh fuck’s continuing all the while.

“Is that . . . Chloe?” Maxine asked, turning towards Max.

Max just held a finger to her mouth to ‘sh’, and indicated back at the video.

The video just shook as the narrator tried to get back to their feet, but suddenly froze as a horrible shrieking overwhelmed the audio. After a second, they gave up and sat still on the grass, holding the shaky phone camera up to catch what was happening.

A circle of flame had emerged around the shadow, and now its form was much clearer. It looked like the upper body of a wolf-like creature, with long hands and a muzzle. Its mouth was open as screamed, and inside its mouth was a bright fire. It was wrong, unnatural, impossible, belonging to the world of bad Hollywood films and an increasing number of derivative HBO shows. And it was sinking into the Earth like cartoon quicksand, the flames revealing the tall girl standing just out of reach of the monster’s flailing claws.

“Does Chloe have a sword?” Maxine asked.

Max grinned but said nothing. The best part was coming up.

The narrator was sputtering nonsense mostly in the form of ‘fuck’ attached to a few other choice phrases, but was staying still enough to get both girls in the frame. Just as the monster’s hands were disappearing inside the ring of fire, the girl on the ground shuttered, prompting another startled yelp from behind the camera. A second later, the girl slowly picked herself up and dusted herself off, just in time to watch the creature disappear entirely from view, and the ring of fire to vanish after it.

Once the girl was on her feet, she turned, looking back at the camera, and then the person behind it.

“Justin?” she asked, then groaned. It was definitely Kate Marsh - most other people wouldn’t wear clean-pressed clothes to a fight in the park, after all - and there were spots in her clothes that made it look like she was bleeding. She didn’t seem to notice, or at the very least, care.

“Justin, get out of here.”

There was a second of scrambling, and then the video cut.

“Kate is so good,” Max said, a hand covering her mouth to hide her continuing smile. She looked up at Maxine, who was just smirking at her. “And maybe immortal, I guess?”

Maxine laughed but was also clearly uncomfortable. “I guess. And there are, like . . . demons in this timeline?”

“Ha. Yeah.” Max handed Maxine their phone back, as proud as they were disturbed. “I’ve actually kind of been trying not to think about that part. But Kate looks like she’s doing okay.”

Maxine’s expression softened. “You’re right. Even if she won’t stop getting herself into trouble.”

Maxine paused for a second, glancing around on the sidewalk. Then she started, “Max, I-”

“Oh, our bus is here.”

Max pointed behind Maxine, but Maxine didn’t bother to look. They only sighed, and then tried again; “Max, it’s actually just your bus. I’ve got to go.”

“What?” Max surprised herself with how crestfallen she sounded, and did her best to edit her voice calmer in follow-up. “Why is that?”

Maxine talked quickly as the bus rapidly approached. “Well, I mean, I’ve got something I’ve got to do, and Jefferson was really just kind of a point on the to-do list, and - and, shit.”

Maxine suddenly held her hands up in a way that made Max flinch. It took her a second to realize that the world had fallen quiet, and the bus had stopped moving towards them.

“Whoah,” Max whispered. The longer she looked, the more the world looked wrong, with unmoving birds in the sky and flags still in the process of flapping in the breeze. She had never tried to freeze time in such a public place, and even the sound of her breath now was audible on some busy street in Seattle. It was beautiful and terrifying, a world gone dead but perfectly preserved. It was a painting of the present that should have been her past.

Maxine was not so caught up in it, though. “Max?” they asked, pulling her into the present that really was her present.

“Hm?”

Maxine reached out and took Max’s hand, and Max finally stopped looking at the world around her.

“Look, Max. I’ve got to go. But I wanted to say thank you first. It’s been . . . it’s been hard, being alone for so long. It was nice to meet someone who could understand what it’s like being me. And I don’t want to say ‘bye’ just yet.”

“I don’t really see why you have to,” Max replied in frustration. She didn’t feel like losing another person so quickly. “But . . . yeah. I feel the same way.” Max squeezed Maxine’s hand, looking up into their eyes as if there she would find the reason they had to leave. “It was nice.”

Maxine clearly hesitated on something for a moment, but Max waited for them to figure it out. When they finally got the words out, though - “Can I kiss you?” it took Max a few seconds to process their meaning.

“Oh-oh. Um.” She hadn’t really thought of their flirting as having any underlying possibility to it. The connection she felt to her other selves was just natural, automatic. But this didn’t really feel like either.

Still, here they were out of time, and Maxine was beautiful, and whatever this connection was, it was transient. Soon, Maxine wouldn’t even exist - not here, at least.

Max nodded. “Mhm.”

Maxine continued to hesitate for a moment, but then took a step forward. They placed their hand tentatively on Max’s cheek, and Max reached out to grab their hips and pull them closer, to let them know it was okay.

And then they kissed. When it continued past the first kiss, Max ran her fingers up Maxine’s side, tracing lines over their shoulder blade, holding them close. When the kiss finally broke, her fingers trailed down Maxine’s arm, briefly catching their wrist, then their fingers. When her fingers caught on some metal on Maxine’s wrist, it brought her attention from their face down to their hand.

It took her a second to recognize it, but she did. “Hey, isn’t that Victoria’s bracelet?” she asked.

When she saw Maxine’s hand reaching up for her neck, she thought they were bringing her in for another kiss. At least, until the metal sting appeared in her neck, and she realized too late what had happened.

Max flinched back and held a hand up to her neck, but she knew it didn’t take long to push the plunger in a syringe like that. The syringe caught her eye quickly now that she knew what she was looking for, and it was familiar down to the size and brand, just sitting in Maxine’s other hand. When had it gotten there?

Max reached up to rewind, but it was like she was hit by a wave - reality flashed for a second and pain split her forehead, but time did not move.

“You can’t be . . . serious.” GHB worked so quickly in its injected form . She was already having trouble talking.

“I’m sorry Max. I really am.” Maxine took a step forward, offering out her hand in a way Max simply could not understand.

“Get - get away from me.”

“I just don’t want you to hit your head.”

Max was stumbling, and her vision was useless even if it was working. She reached out to pull time back again, but again the same blinding flash erupted in her eyes. When it faded, she found herself on her knees, breathing heavily but not enough.

Maxine dropped down into a crouch in front of Max, not trying to touch her, knowing they had to do nothing at this point.

“I really was nice to meet you, Max. I’m sorry about this.”

Max tried to work up the coherence to say ‘fuck you’ or something with the same level of venom, but before she could form the words, she lost consciousness.

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Before the World Stops Turning: Pt.3

Hello again! I’ve spent the last week doing A LOT of writing because for whatever reason my Uni classes haven’t been as time consuming, so I decided to make the most of my lack of social life and just write the next 5 or so chapters of this fic so they’ll be ready to edit and post even once I begin to get busy again…Anyways, this chapter is a little boring, but it explains a couple things and acts as a short transition chapter to get to some more fun stuff in the next chapters.

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Rae and Izzie had spent a few hours at the café the previous night eating, recapping the highlights of the concert, and posting some of the better pictures that had been taken using both of their phones to Izzie’s social media accounts.

By the time Rae made it back to her apartment in the taxi that Izzie and her had split, it was already in the early hours of the morning and Rae’s exhaustion had caught up to her so much so that she fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow when she got in bed.

It could not have been more than a few hours later when Rae was awoken by the bright morning sun streaming in through her partially open curtains and the sound of her phone buzzing violently on her bedside table.

Who the fuck would be trying to video call me right now?!?

“Uh, yes, hello?” Rae replied when she answered the video call without checking to see who it was that was calling her at such an early time.

“Rae-Rae! I’m so glad you’re awake! I didn’t wake you, did I?” Izzie replied with a cheerful smile.

“Uh, ‘course not, Izz…” Rae replied, her voice still thick with sleep, as she rubbed her eyes slightly to finish waking up.

“Wonderful! So you’ll never guess how many social media notifications I woke up to when I checked my phone a little while before I called you…”

“Oh really? I bet your friends that bailed on going to the concert with you are ruing the day, huh?” Rae replied as she sat up in her bed with a pillow propped up behind her back to get into a more comfortable position.

“Probably, yeah, but even better than that…So you know how I posted all the concert photos online last night, yeah? And you know how I tagged the bands and band members that were in the pictures? Well…” Izzie smirked and paused for dramatic effect, causing Rae to chuckle.

“C’mon Izz! You can’t keep me in suspense like this…you simply must tell me everything,” Rae replied with a teasing edge to her voice.

“Hey now! The sass is unnecessary, but I’m a good friend, so I will tell you the rest of the story…so this morning I woke up to see notifications on my phone saying that a couple members of Kings and Queens liked and shared the group photo I posted of all of us!”

“Oh, that’s wonderful, Izzie! I’m so happy for you!” Rae replied in complete sincerity because she could tell how excited her mate truly was

“Oh that’s not all…I also saw that I was followed by the Kings and Queens Band account as well as one of the band members! Isn’t that so exciting, Rae? I simply had to call you and I felt this warranted a video call instead of a boring old phone call…I also had a question to ask you…”

“Yeah, that’s so great, Izz! They were all really nice guys, so it’s no surprise that they like to interact with fans like this…What did you want to ask me?”

“Do you remember how many band members were in Kings and Queens, Rae?”

“Uhm, maybe five? Lead singer, drummer, bassist, and two guitar players I think…so yeah, five! Why do you ask?”

“Huh, that’s what I thought…it’s not a big deal, but I was looking at the group photo that we took that I posted online and only see four band members and I wasn’t sure who could be missing. I’m pretty sure everyone was there when we posed for the picture…” Izzie replied, her eyebrows knitting together slightly in confusion.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure everyone made it in…wait a second! Maybe not…There was one guy that was busy and rushed in at the last second, but I’m not sure if he made it into the picture.”

Rae powered up her laptop and brought up Izzie’s account where that picture—along with about a dozen others—was posted and zoomed into the photo to get a closer look.

Izzie sat waiting patiently for Rae to speak after taking another look at the photo, but she was soon caught off-guard when Rae laughed aloud suddenly.

“Holy shit, Izz! Take a look at this! You’re right—well sort of…the photo we took has all band members, but it technically only has three fingers from the fifth band member on the far side of the frame.”

Rae turned the camera of her phone to show the group photo that she been looking at on her laptop and began to show Izzie what she meant.

“As you can see, there’s the two of us and Chop next to me…there’s two guys back behind the three of us…and on Chop’s other side is one of the other band members, but if you look very closely at this fourth guy’s shoulder, you can see three fingers and someone’s hand resting on his shoulder!”

“Okay, I think I see that…but are you sure it’s not someone else’s hand though?”

“That’s what I thought at first too, but the angle that the hand is resting on his shoulder makes it seem like there had to be another person standing just outside the frame of the photo!”

“That’s so funny, Rae! I wonder which of them got left out…”

“Huh, yeah…do you remember who was who? Or what was the name of the band member that followed you after you posted the pictures online, Izz? Maybe we can figure it out like that.”

“Uh, okay…well I know that the one with the glasses next to Chop is named Archie. I’ve been following him on social media since I first found out about the band a while back. I think the taller guy in the back is named Alex…and I’m pretty sure the guy with the drumsticks next to Alex is the drummer, Danny…I don’t remember who else could have been left out…”

“Okay, well that’s four of five band members. Did any of them follow you on social media?” Rae asked as she tried to recall the names of the different band members that Chop had told them when he introduced her and Izzie to everyone in the band mere hours ago.

“Uh, no, actually! The guy who followed me is someone called ‘Finn Nelson’…huh, I guess that settles it! Finn is our three-fingered mystery boy!”

“Mystery solved! I knew we’d be able to figure this out!” Rae called triumphantly before shifting her attention to her mat that seemed to be engrossed in whatever she was currently doing on her phone.

“Dear lord, Rae…I’m looking through our mystery boy’s profile and he’s great…there’s a lot of cool sunset and photography-type posts, but the few selfies and band promos where you can see him…wow,” Izzie replied looking away from her phone only for a brief moment to make sure that Rae was still paying attention before continuing, “it’s a shame all you can see of him in our group photo are his fingers because he is proper fit!”

“Oh is he, now? I thought you had a thing for a certain lead singer of Kings and Queens, Izz…”

“I do still like Chop…he’s quirky…but this lad? Holy shit, Rae, he’s perfect for you!” Izzie replied giving Rae a suggestive smirk and eyebrow raise.

“Uh huh…well, I guess I’m just going to have to take your word for it, Izzie!”

***

It had been nearly a month since Rae had first agreed to accompany Izzie to a concert in the city in which four bands she had never heard of were performing at a local bar, but in that time, Rae’s interest in the bands that they had seen had only continued to grow.

Upon Izzie’s insistence, Rae had even borrowed the Kings and Queens CD Izzie had purchased after the show and Rae spent a week listening to the album end-to-end. By the time she returned the CD to her mate, she had familiarized herself with most of the songs and had chosen her favorites.

“So Izzie, how have you been as of late? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!” Rae playfully whined during one of her weekly Thursday lunch dates with Izzie when they both happened to have a break in their schedules to hang out for a few hours.

“It’s only been about a week and a half since I last saw you, Rae! Remember when we had the movie night at your apartment and you returned my Kings and Queens CD to me that you had borrowed?” Izzie replied as she lifted the sandwich she had ordered from her plate and took a large bite.

“Has it really been that long?” Rae replied with a chuckle as she used her fork to stab a cherry tomato from her salad and brought it to her mouth.

“Oh, that reminds me! Did you see that Kings and Queens announced that they’re playing a show at the same bar we saw them last time in a couple weeks?”

“No, I didn’t see that! Where did you find that out? I’m pretty sure I’d remember if they had posted something on the band page…”

“Do you not follow all the individual band members as well as the main band account?”

“No, I just follow the band’s page, I think…”

“Ah, well that explains it then! I think Archie might have posted it? I’m pretty sure he mentioned that they have discounted tickets for sale too if we don’t want to pay the fees for buying the tickets online or wait to get them on the day of the show. I think we just have to let them know how many tickets we want and they’ll deliver the tickets directly to us!”

“Oh wow, that’s perfect! Do you know what day the show is? If we’re both free we should definitely go see them play again!”

“I don’t know the exact date, but I can check…So you don’t even follow Finn’s account, Rae? Why the hell not, babe?”

“Because, Izzie! I’m not going to be one of those girls that thirst follow band members and try to be a groupie at every single show! He’s just a normal person, even if he is as perfect looking as you seem to think he is!”

“Well, I suppose…wait a second…have you still not seen what he looks like yet?”

“Erm…no, I guess I haven’t…well not specifically, at least. Every time you tell me that I should check out his profile, I forget or get distracted and I’ve never gotten around to it, I guess…”

“Well then, love…prepare to be blessed by the beautiful specimen of a man that is Finn Nelson, lead guitarist of the band Kings and Queens…” Izzie said without removing her eyes from her phone as she typed and clicked rapidly before passing Rae her cellphone as if it was a sacred object that must be handled with extreme care.

“Holy fuck…”

“I know, right?”

He looks so familiar…wait a second, is that—no, it couldn’t possibly be the guy that I stumbled into before the show…could it?

“So Rae…was I right or was I right? Finn is basically a god, don’t you think?”

“Yeah…he’s definitely, uh, well…I think I know him…”

“Holy shit, really? How?”

“Well, I don’t know-know him…do you remember how when we were standing outside the bar before the concert I told you that I ran into a guy and I dropped my phone…well this is the guy I bumped into…I just don’t know how I never made that connection!”

“That’s so crazy! What a weird coincidence though…”

“No kidding! Well, I have an Abnormal Psychology class to get to right now, but it was really nice meeting you for lunch today! I’ll check when Kings and Queens are performing and maybe we can reach out to them for a pair of discounted tickets?”

“Yeah, for sure! Just let me know if you think you’ll be free and we can work out all the details.”

***

By the time Rae walked into her apartment after a busy day of classes and studying for the finals she had coming up in all her Uni courses, the sun was already mostly set and the sky was streaked with the final remnants of pinks and oranges in a mostly blue and purple backdrop.

She immediately changed into an oversized t-shirt and a pair of patterned lounge pants before sitting down at the desk in the far corner of her bedroom and powering on her laptop.

Okay, let’s take a look to see when this upcoming Kings and Queens concert is gonna be…

Rae pulled up the band’s social media profile and saw a post that was only a few hours old with a picture of the promotional poster for this particular show.

Rae: Hiya Izz! I just checked the date for the K&Q show and I’m free if you still wanna go! It’s two Fridays from now…the Friday of exam week, I think?

Izzie: YES I STILL WANT TO GO! I have a final exam that morning, but I’ll definitely be free that evening.

Rae: Great! I’ll go ahead and let them know that we want tickets so we can get the discounted price for the tickets, yeah?

Izzie: Perfect! That sounds good to me, just let me know how much I owe you for my ticket, yeah?

Rae: Will do!

Rae set her phone back down on her desk beside her laptop and went back to reading the post in which the Kings and Queens band page had announced that they were playing the show and were selling a limited number of tickets at the lowest possible prices.

Rae was debating between commenting on the post about needing tickets or sending them a private message before ultimately deciding to ask them about the tickets privately.

Hello there! I saw your post about the show you are playing at the end of the month and I saw that you have a limited number of tickets available for purchase at reduced prices. I’m interested in purchasing a pair, please…

@eveerez @tinakegg @hey1tskat1e @lurkernolonger @milllott @nutinanutshell @i-dream-of-emus @milymargot @vivammfd @bitchesbecrazy89 @arathewallflower @mallyallyandra @kneekeyta

A/N: Poor Finn :( First Rae brushes him off when he’s trying to be friendly and now we find out that he was “accidentally” cut out of the frame for the photo that they took after the first show. All I can say is you really have to be careful who you ask to take pictures for you using your phone at concerts because you never know what you’re gonna get…

So I don’t know about you guys, but I’m really enjoying what I’m dong with switching POV between what’s going on with Rae and what’s happening with Finn. I’m also making a point to have the timelines match us as much as possible from one POV to another with no overlap, so fingers crossed that I don’t end up fucking this up or making the story too hard to follow lol…

Also, how cool is it that their band is willing to sell discounted tickets to fans and deliver them to the people wanting the tickets. I know a number of people that are in local and mid-level bands where I live and this is something that they commonly do when the bands playing are lesser known or when there hasn’t been enough time for the concert to really be promoted in order to have a full crowd, so a lot of local bands will try to entice friends/family/previous fans that have seen them by offering to give them discounted tickets. I’m not sure if this is a common practice in other places too, but I think it’s pretty cool.

Writing this story is making me really miss all the concerts in sketchy bars and small venues I went to with my best friend at the time when I was 15/16/17 years old…ah, the memories *looks wistfully into the distance*

This entire thing has been super scatter-brained and confusing, but this is me we’re talking about, so what did you all really expect? Hahaha…I hope you enjoyed this chapter and the next one should be coming very soon as well…I’m still trying to decide exactly when, but I can assure you that it will be relatively soon. Stay awesome, my friends!

#Finn-Nelson-for-the-win #Before the World Stops Turning #Part 3 #mmfd #my mad fat diary #mmfd fanfic #my mad fat diary fanfiction #My writing #the concert series

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hailey-halstead · 7 years

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Clown Apocalypse

hi guys!!! i finally finished this fic! i haven't updated it in about a week and a half but today i did the finishing touches so here you go! i don't own anything 😊 ——————— The caramel apples in the display case of a local bakery caught her attention as she was walking to Antonio's apartment. Since she was staying the night, she decided to be environmentally friendly and walk a few blocks from her place. He, of course, complained about her walking alone, but knew he wasn't going to have her budge. After all, it was the middle of the afternoon. Sylvie was pretty confident that she was going to be fine. Back to the apples. There was an impressive assortment of the delicious treats, ranging from simple sprinkles to birthday cake, s'mores, and ew, Sylvie wrinkled her nose in disgust, was that cheese?! It seemed like it was destiny that she came across these sticky delights, as today was the day Diego was getting his braces off. Actually, he had gotten them off a few hours ago. Antonio had sent her a beaming toothy smile selfie of his teenage son. 'I think he's pretty excited' the caption read. "This would be perfect," Sylvie said to herself, stepping inside the cute bakery. To her surprise, besides a few people who were already sitting down, there was no line. A bakery like this seemed to be the type with endless costumers. At least this fact made her feel better about buying from here. A teenage girl stood behind the counter, typing away on her cell phone. The bedazzled device was quickly shoved away though when she noticed Sylvie approaching. She was pretty flustered by the time Sylvie got to the counter. Personally she found nothing wrong with checking your phone when you had days like these. But other people didn't think this way, so this girl probably felt relieved when Sylvie gave her a smile instead of a look of disapproval. "Slow day?" She asked, putting her purse up on the counter, shuffling through to find her credit card. Her apartment organization was immaculate. The same couldn't be said about her purse. "Yeah." The girl nodded, the tension in her shoulders completely gone from just a few seconds ago. "It isn't usually like this, so I'm trying to enjoy it." "Me too. I don't have to wait in a line and get to have a friendly conversation to boot." Sylvie quipped, getting a bashful smile from the teen. Customer service can be a bitch with ungrateful, rude people, so she tried specifically to be as nice as possible to those who worked in the field. "Aha!" She declared triumphantly as she finally found her credit card and yanked it out of her bag. "Would have been trouble if I didn't find this." "What can I get for you?" The girl asked. Sylvie looked down. Penelope was the girl's name. The lamented rectangle had a sharpie drawn smiley face right after the last 'e'. With both Diego getting his braces off today and interacting with Penelope, Sylvie was being brought back to her adolescent years in her small town back in Indiana. It both felt like just yesterday and forever ago. She was pretty much a whole different person then. Pre-Chicago Sylvie. "What can I get you?" She repeated. It was actually the hand on Sylvie's wrist that brought her back to reality, which went away when her eyes met Penelope's again. "Sorry, I got a little distracted." She apologized, but immediately began to order once she heard the ding of the bell that signaled when a person departed or entered the bakery. In this case, someone had came in. Dilly dallying wasn't an option anymore. Feeling pressure from making others wait, she decided to pick a peanut butter chocolate, s'mores, sprinkles, and one covered with nuts. If worse came to worse, they could cut the apples up and share instead of everyone having an individual apple. Sylvie handed over her credit card after Penelope rang up each dessert. The bag filled with the apples was placed next to her, since she was busy signing the receipt. "Thanks, Penelope," Sylvie grinned at her cashier, who blinked dumbly in surprise at being referred to by her actual name. Before Sylvie was out the door, she heard a 'have a nice day!' called out from behind her. Ignoring how long it had taken her to find her credit card, just a few minutes ago, she threw it in her bag. Well, she put it in her wallet, but with no regard of any order. Next time she opened it, she would probably have an outrageously outdated gift card in the front and have no clue where her license or credit card would be. But that was a worry for another day. With her bag of caramel apples in one hand and her purse in the other, Sylvie continued on her walk to Antonio's apartment. She increased her walking pace, the Chicago heat was not being kind today. She didn't want to show up with melted desserts. They would still taste delicious, she bet, but everyone knows caramel apples are better when slightly cold. She arrived at Antonio's apartment slightly out of breath. This was more due to the fact of the heat than her amount of exercise. Either way she still feels gross she thought as she wiped the back of her hand over her sweaty forehead. At least blaming the weather didn't make her feel guilty like not exercising would. After pulling her hair up into a ponytail, she dug the house key Antonio had given her weeks prior out of her back pocket. She still felt slightly weird about it, for a second she was about to knock instead, but she couldn't deny that it didn't give her butterfly feelings every time she used it. Once unlocked, she pushed herself through, letting out a sigh of relief at the immediate presence of air conditioning. Neither Antonio or the kids were in direct sight, so Sylvie made her way through the apartment. Sounds were coming from the kitchen. Knowing these three, they were probably all gorging themselves with food. She decided to follow, her suspicions proving to be correct when she walked in and saw the three Dawsons at the table eating BLT sandwiches. "Starting without me?" She joked, placing the bag of apples, she had already put down her purse in the living room, on the kitchen counter. Mumbled hellos and hand waves were given from Eva and Diego, who had food in their mouths, while Antonio actually got out of his chair to greet Sylvie. "We just started," He leaned down to kiss her cheek. This specific display of affection was common between them, but Sylvie still couldn't help close her eyes and smile. "Everything's all out, dig in." He gestured to the display of lettuce, tomatoes, and bacon on the island. By the time she put the bread in the toaster, Diego and Eva were free to talk. Sylvie rested her elbows on the counter while Diego eagerly showed off his straight teeth. "You look so much older, Diego." She complimented him. He beamed back at her, always a fan of any mention of being older than his actual 14 years. "I think he still looks like a dweeb." Eva said with a smirk, leaning over to condescendingly rub her hand on Diego's hair. She wasn't being mean exactly, just being a typical older sister. He stuck his tongue out at her in response. The toast popped up. Sylvie quickly grabbed both pieces out of the toaster, flinging them onto her plate. She grabbed the jar of mayonnaise and the knife next to it, listening to Antonio join in the conversation as she spread the mayo over her toast. "What, are you two 4 and 9?" He said, deaging them both by a decade. "I'm pretty sure you two just mirrored an exact conversation you had back then. Thought you would learn more material by now." "You want me to use new material?" Eva challenged her father, with a raised eyebrow. She had a good point. Who knows what she had learned from high school, and now college. Sylvie was sure Antonio wouldn't want to hear certain words out of his daughter's mouth. "No." He conceded, taking a bite of his BLT. "Please continue calling your brother a dweeb." Now layering the bacon, lettuce, and tomato, Sylvie couldn't hold back a snicker. Antonio, Eva, and Diego had an hilarious dynamic. At first, she was apprehensive about entering a relationship with someone who had kids (even though she was the one who pursued him first, a fact that Antonio would never let her forget) but imagining her relationship without the addition of Eva and Diego seemed so boring. If someone asked past Sylvie if she would ever get in a relationship with a man who was divorced, had kids, and a crazy ex to top it all off, she wouldn't have believed them for a second. Look at her now, though. She's living it and loving every second. "What are you laughing at?" Diego asked, his face scrunched up with confusion. She sat across from him and Eva, right next to Antonio, who curled his left hand over her thigh. A welcomed, yet unsurprising gesture. Whenever they were near each other, her boyfriend was always instigating some kind of physical contact. "You." Sylvie said to the boy, then turning towards Eva. "And you," Finally, she turned to Antonio. With him, she couldn't resist tapping his nose in an attempt to increase her teasing. As she did this, she couldn't ignore the brief thought passing through her brain, pointing out how she couldn't keep her hands off of him just as much. "Are very amusing." She doesn't go into an explanation, opting to take a bite out of her sandwich instead. Her tastebuds sang with joy, she didn't realize how hungry she was until then. She was only going in for a second taste when Eva decided to bring up a memory that, at least to them, was a fond one. "As amusing as when you hid in a fair porter potty for 20 minutes, refusing to get out because of a clown?" While Eva wasn't bothering to hide her smile, next to her Diego bit on his lip, clearly holding back his emotions. And of course Antonio had the same expression on his face as his daughter. The dreaded Chicago fair last summer. When Antonio brought the event up, she had been excited, remembering the fun trips she had to the fair as a child in Indiana. But to her horror, when she arrived, there were millions of clowns. (Antonio and the kids argue that at most there were eight clowns, but to Sylvie, it felt like they were in the middle of a clown apocalypse.) "I thought we agreed to never talk about that!" Sylvie couldn't wait until she was done chewing, only holding her hand over her mouth to show some manners. She couldn't handle painful long seconds doing nothing while three pairs of eyes stared at her. "Also, it wasn't just a clown. He was on stilts! Stilts!" She repeated more forcefully when her mouth was completely empty. "The one after that wasn't on stilts though." Diego apparently wasn't keeping himself subtle anymore, going for a cheeky reply. Before she could attempt to defend herself further, the plastic bag containing the goodies she just bought caught her eye. Bingo. A perfect distraction to take the attention off of her (valid and common) fear of clowns. "I guess I'll take my caramel apples and leave then...." She couldn't resist letting out a long, dramatic sigh, beginning to get up out of the chair. Though her butt hadn't left the chair before Diego demanded more of an explanation. Also, Antonio's casual hand over her thigh tightened its grip, which would had stopped her if she had really wanted to leave. "What are you talking about?" Sylvie's embarrassing story was forgotten as he leaned forward with badly disguised anticipation. Anyone could clearly see the excitement in his eyes. Loving chess was the first thing she learned about the boy, but his love for sweets was definitely second. So much that when Diego was with Antonio, his sweet intake was minimal and strict. But when Sylvie sneaked a peek at the man next to her, he didn't seemed bothered at all by her purchase. Which was a relief, as she rarely did anything for Eva and Diego without asking his permission first. He had recently told her that she didn't need to do this anymore, he trusts her, but she still felt cautious. "You got caramel apples?" "I got caramel apples for people who don't make fun of my fear of clowns." She corrected, but couldn't hold up the annoyed persona for long. Seconds later, she was pointing out the bag right behind him. Eagerness must had gotten to him, because he reached out and pulled on the bag a little too hard, resulting in one of the apples tumbling out onto the floor. It was the s'mores one. Despite the fall, the small marshmallows, chocolate, and graham cracker pieces didn't budge off of the fruit. A groan came from Antonio. "That's why you don't rush." He said. Instead of immediately jumping down to grab the s'mores apple off of the floor, Diego took his time. Sylvie kept her curiosity to herself, but Eva had no problem expressing her thoughts. "Don't you know the three second rule?" She said with disgust, as they watched him finally lift the caramel apple off of the kitchen floor. To Sylvie's astonishment, he put the food right up to his mouth and took a big bite. With his mouth filled with food, he replies. "The three seconds rule doesn’t apply to sticky foods." Food particles can clearly be seen coming out of his mouth. The teenager didn't seem fazed at all by his lack of manners, going in for another bite. Eva shuddered, his explanation not changing her repulsive view. Unlike her brother, she stood up and calmly brought the bag over, setting it down at the middle of the table. Rather than take an immediate bite out of the apple she had chosen, the peanut one, she got up to go to one of the kitchen drawers. It didn't take long for her to find what she was looking for. She came back with an apple cutter, slicing her apples into perfect equal shapes. "I think I'll need to do that." Sylvie commented, reaching for both the device and the bag. Before grabbing for the one she preferred, peanut butter chocolate, she glanced over at Antonio, wanting to give him the first choice. He wasn't paying her any attention, watching his kids devour their food instead. If a delicious apple wasn't in front of her begging to be eaten, she would have let him be. This wasn't the case, however. She gave him a few more seconds of peace, dividing both of the remaining apples with the cutter Eva had gotten out. Actually, she realized, they could equally share the different types of apples. Antonio must have been thinking the same thing, because he reached out to grab a random apple piece, taking no mind about the flavor. Before she could pop a slice into her mouth, a set of lips press against the side of her forehead. The stickiness of the apple was on them, which easily transferred onto her skin. Plus the smell was distinct. Really the only thing missing of experiencing the apple her boyfriend ate was actually tasting it. "Thanks, babe." He said as he retreated his head back. "Perfect end to this celebration." Sylvie nodded in agreement. She had shoved one of the slices in her mouth after the surprise of Antonio's affection faded away. The chocolate, peanut butter, caramel, and apple went perfectly together. Her mouth was currently in heaven. She was chewing nice and slow to enjoy and savor the flavors. "Never can go wrong with dessert." She quipped after she finally swallowed. "But technically," Diego butted in, eyes glittering with mischief. "Everyday with me is a celebration. Sooo.....what are we getting tomorrow?" Eva threw a nut at her brother in response, which made Sylvie snicker and Antonio give a half-hearted scolding to his daughter. But Sylvie knew he was just as amused as she was.

#clown apocalypse #brettonio #brettonio fic #brettonio fanfic #my post #sylvie #antonio #diego #eva

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spideywars · 7 years

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prompt- where harry is a famous singer & niall is a famous actor, so one day when they are both on a vacation & walking around (niall is with his cousin) she stops him to take a pic with harry, then harry takes a look at niall (niall is his male crush and he talked about it on an interview and they're both openly gay OK) (niall just waits for his cousin to finish) & gasp & asks him for a selfie and then they compliment each other on their songs and movies, and you can complete it. thank you x

I was worried how this would turn out but I liked it in the end! Thank you!

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Deo, one of his closest friends and cousins had been begging for a family trip for a while, but with Niall’s constant busy schedule and everyone else having their jobs to go to day in and day out, they didn’t really have time to get to it as quickly as they wanted to.

But they’ve finally made it, everyone in the same place in Jamaica right smack in the middle of the beach with a little cottage by the water. It’s paradise, and Niall never felt the stress leave him fast enough as he laid out on his beach towel, listening to the waves touch the shore and suck itself back into the never-ending ocean.

He let out a long deep sign, eyes shutting and mind turning off to let it run loose and get lost in the sounds of heaven and the echoes of his family playing and conversing around him. But it didn’t last long, because he felt a small kick beside him, sending some sand to fly onto his body and towel. He blinked his eyes opened again, wincing at the unforgiving sun beaming down onto his body and making him move his hand up to block it. He could see whoever it was now, and noticed it was Anna, his cousin from Australia.

She had come down with her family as well, everyone deciding if this was going to be a big trip, everyone needed to show up. They did, a long, long plane ride, but they showed up with the biggest smiles on their faces, giving tight and lingering hugs as greetings.

Niall hasn’t really talked to her, throughout the years of his life he has maybe met her twice. Even when he pops in Australia for his promo and premieres for his movies, his schedules are so hectic he can barely get to a cafe for a relaxing cup of coffee.

But here they are now, together and staring each other right in the face. So he smiled and sat himself up, welcoming her.

“Anna! Holy shit haven’t seen you in forever, how’s it been?” He asked, watching as she chuckled and shrugged her shoulders.

“A lot has happened, and you’ve been getting all famous and such…wanna go for a walk a little ways down the beach? Catch up?” That sounded like a perfect thing to do, and Niall didn’t hesitate to hoist himself onto his feet, grabbing at his white t-shirt beside him to shrug it on. She had on a white frilly dress that hugged her curves perfectly, and it looks like she’s lost weight since the last time he saw her.

They walked silently for a little bit, letting the hot sand sooth the bottoms of their feet. Anna had decided to move down the beach to splash in the water, letting her feet get soaked as she kept a steady pace with him. He asked about her life, how it was going, and by the time they were ten minutes into their walk he had found out she was engaged and was planning a wedding for next summer, making him congratulate her till she was blushing red.

“So, tell me a bit about your life…I’m sure it’s a lot more interesting than mine!” She had gushed when the conversation died down, and he almost wanted to sigh at her comment, because of course she was thinking her life was irrelevant, now that he was a big superstar in the movie business.

“You getting engaged is amazing Anna, I definitely don’t have stuff like that happening right now!” He encouraged her, eyes moving down to stare at his toes that dug into the sand at every step he took. “It’s just busy days and nights, I’ve had fun though, love traveling and meeting new people.”

Niall didn’t really like talking about himself, because he hated the way the light in peoples eyes grew dull and lifeless, like they were realizing how shit their lives were compared to his. It was something they couldn’t control, and Niall saw it too much and he was done putting people down.

He gets enough praise in his life anyways.

“Oh my god.” That was Anna’s answer, and he kind of just shrugged, not really understanding what she meant but still agreeing half-heartedly. Maybe she was wanting him to go on with his stories, or was mad that he was acting as if his life wasn’t that important.

“I mean, I’d rather hear about what date you were planning for your wedding. I’d love to come, definitely.” His mind whispered for him to change the subject, moving his head up to give her a smile but getting even more confused at her shocked expression and how she was slowing down beside him.

“What?” He asked, looking around him but not seeing anyone or anything that would be shocking to see. He frowned towards her, trying to step in her view to see if she’d look at him.

“Oh my god, that’s Harry Styles.” Her voice grew louder, and at the same time that Niall turned his head to where her eyes were landed on, the man that was a few meters away with a woman looked right at them.

Now Niall knew, staring at that face was almost an immediate connection of the Harry Styles who created the award winning self-titled album, looking gorgeous in his Hawaiian shirt and yellow swim shorts. It was definitely different compared to his custom made Gucci suits.

“Hello?” Harry spoke, turning away from the woman who didn’t look bothered at all. She must be a relative of his by the way she smiled warmly at him walking away, almost a motherly look to the way proudness blossomed in her eyes.

“U-uhm hi, sorry to bother you, god I didn’t realize I was that loud.” As Harry came closer, he was smiling wider, saying she didn’t need to worry and immediately nodding when she stuttered out if she could take a photo with him.

“Niall can you take our photo? Please?” She stared at him with big eyes, looking like she didn’t know what do with her herself as she handed her phone to him shakily and moved to wrap her arm around Harry’s waist, blushing when Harry wrapped his arm around hers.

It was as Niall moved her phone up to take the photo that him and Harry locked eyes, and it looked like Harry was thinking hard about something, realization dawning across his expression as soon as Niall finished taking a couple photos.

“You’re Niall Horan, right?” Harry was the one sounding breathless now, and Niall didn’t really know what to say, a weird feeling coming across his body like a heatwave as he stared at Harry blindly fishing out his phone from the back pocket of his shorts.

“Do you mind if I get a photo with you? Would love one mate.” Harry was smiling so big, moving closer until Niall could count the prickles of beard coming in along his jawline. He was so much more beautiful just a few feet away from him, Niall was stuck in a trance.

“Uh, ye-yeah of course.” He answered, shaking all his jumbled thoughts out of his head and watching as Harry gave Anna his phone.

Harry moved to stand beside him, his arm wrapping around Niall’s waist similarly to what he did with Anna. Niall followed right after, doing the same thing until they were doing a loose side-hug, smiling into the camera as she took a couple photos.

Niall didn’t really know what to say after Harry had gotten his phone back, because Harry Styles, the biggest singer in the world right now, had just asked to take a photo with him. It was the strangest thing.

“Before you go,” Harry spoke up just as Anna and him were saying their goodbyes, Harry being silent for a few seconds after they had taken the picture, staring at his phone screen with a fond look across his face. “Can I have your number?”

Now Niall had thought the photo was weird, but now Harry Styles is asking him for his number, looking all hot with the sun beaming across his face, making it shine and show the sweat along his skin. His hair was in perfect ringlets even at the short length that it was in, and he was so perfect Niall could only stare in awe.

“I mean…it’s cause I want you in one of my music videos that I am planning on shooting next month. If you aren’t busy.” Harry was quick to say that, almost looking panicked with the way his hands came out in surrender. It was cute though, and it made Niall laugh.

“Of course, would love to. I’ll have to check if I have anything planned but definitely call or text me.” He was grabbing for his phone now, letting them exchange numbers and barely meeting each other in the eyes. Maybe it was because they were both blushing and making their whole faces flushed a soft pink.

But they made sure to part wonderfully, Harry giving a small wave and Niall returning it along with Anna. As they turned to leave, he was surprised when Anna had grabbed for his arm in a tight grip, making him yelp.

“I think you just got asked out by Harry Styles.” She was squealing, moving her hand off his arm to start jumping off the ground.

“No I did not, it’s just business…he wants me to act for his music video.” He chuckled at the way she looked a little disappointed, but playfully bumped her shoulder with his to lighten the mood.

But the biggest surprise of the night was when he saw a text from Harry already, it saying ‘would love to go out with you some time, it doesn’t have to be for the music video :) x’

#narry #narry fluff #narry fanfiction #niall horan #harry styles #narry storan #fics

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textswithmonstax · 7 years

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MONSTA X in San Francisco!!

Hello my lovelies!! I know I haven't updated in forever, but I did want to share my experience of MX in SF on 7/21/2017 with all of you! Warning: This is very long but it’s pretty detailed. Props to you if you manage to read all of it!!

OKAY LETS START WITH THE FACT I WASNT EVEN GOING TO GO TO THIS CONCERT. When tickets had originally gone on sale in May, I was like on a kpop hiatus bc of school and I was also super broke so I decided not to go and didnt buy tickets. Im not sure why I went about this because as soon as the first show happened in Chicago and I saw fan accounts about it on twitter and everything i had immediately regretted it and went to find tickets as soon as possible. i managed to get my hands on a p1 ticket and found out that some of my mutuals were going as well so i had talked to them about meeting up etc etc. I aM SOSOSOSOSOSSO THANKFUL FOR THEM bc they let me join them in line after I got off of work which was late and required so much effort including wristbands and SO MUCH STRESS.

SO IN THE END AFTER THE MESS i was lucky enough to the front row on the very left side, and there were no speakers blocking or a barricade in front of me WHICJ WAS NICE. i ended up getting separated from my friends who were in the middle second row but i had preferred the side bc i thought i could get better fan service especially since i was in the front row. the show finally started and even though it was sometimes difficult to see what was in the middle due to the speakers, during dances their formations had them pretty spaced out on the stage so there was a lot of dancing close by. they were so close and gorgeous and it was so breathtaking bc they’re real and just right there. For example during wonho's solo performance when he was shirtless I was so in awe of him bc you could see how defined and sculpted his torso is, and all the little details. i especially appreciated when he danced and poured his heart out right in front of me.

FANSERVICE MOMENTS:

AS KIHYUN TRASH I WENT ALL OUT AND MADE A LIGHT UP SIGN AND FAN WITH DERP PICS TO GET HIM TO NOTICE ME AND IT HAPPENED ONLY ONCE IN THE BEGINNING MENT. ALL IS WELL BC RAP LINE CURED MY SOUL.

A lot of the time jooheon and changkyun were on my side and close by, and i would always just give a little wave and smile ans EVERY TIME THEY WOULD WAVE OR SMILE BACK I WAS SO TAKEN ABACK BC IT HAPPENED ABOUT 10 TIMES. During I'll Be There, they all have different places where they are the entire song and Changkyun was on the stairwell right in front of me. he would be a little spacey at times, but if he was looking in the direction where I was standing I would wave and he noticed and waved/smiled back which happened twice during the song. White Sugar is the next song and when they handed out chocolates and I got 4 total from Changkyun, Minhyuk, Jooheon and then the security guard gave me the one Wonho gave him lol. But basically as soon as Changkyun got his basket, i had immediately searched him out and we made eye contact and he tossed it to me first akdiqjsiwoqlsbdja. I had it on video but i was so set on making sure i got it the filming was terrible.

There was a large distance between the barricade and edge of the stage, so a lot of the chocolate was thrown out. Because there were no speakers where I was; the members all came over to throw out candy, which got me one that i caught from minhyuk. Wonho came over, made eye contact with me then gave it to the security guard and laughed........ that tease. By the last chorus, the members had all emptied their baskets but there were a few pieces of candy left on stage. JOOHEON STARTED WALKING TO WHERE I WAS AND THERE WAS A SNICKERS RIGHT IN THE WIRES IN FRONT OF ME. I SMILED AT HIM AND WAVED AND HE WALKED OVER WITH A SMILE LOOKING AND ME, BENT DOWN AND GOT THE SNICKERS AND HANDED IT TO ME!!! HOMIE WAS DEAD SET ON GIVING IT TO ME TOO I GOT THEM RECEIPTS IN THE SLOW MO VIDEOS AND SCREENSHOTS.

ANYWAYS AFTER THIS; I STILL THRIVED IN INTERACTIONS WITH RAP LINE. There was a particular moment I remember later in the choreography when Jooheon was on my side of the stage and he was kneeling, looked over, I waved and he like laughed and had the cutest eyesmiles. Later on during 5:14, Changkyun was right in front of me and (I had my video on selfie video mode to see if he would take it but they didnt take phones from fans) but he pointed to it and then waved later hes :') so :') cute :')

Something else that had happened to me was Minhyuk would tend to look at me when he was in front of me and i would politely wave and smile to him! I know that they meet thousands and thousands of fans, but according to the group he and KH have the best memory of faces. My friend had also sent the video of me from the airport last uear to his mom who sent it to him, so i doubt he remembered and was just giving fan service but a girl can dream.

HiTouch/Photo-Op Experience!!

Okay so after the show I finally found my friends again and we were all waiting for hi-touch and photo op. When we lined up, and started actually going, i had no idea they were going to be in the venue lobby as all of the other kpop concerts I had gone to had benefits on the stage. But as soon and I turned the corner they were right there! The order was Kihyun -> Wonho -> Changkyun -> Shownu -> Jooheon -> Minhyuk. It was really fast if I'm being honest and I couldn't really drag it out, but I did as much as I could. I simply said thank you to all of them except for when I got to Minhyuk, in which i said "Thank you! You're my friend _____'s cousin!" And he smiled at me at first, then did a complete double take and looked at me as I walked away in complete shock.

For photo-op, we were in groups of 20, and my friends were numbers 4-7, so we were in the group right in front of the members. One of my friends and another girl had already said they wanted to be in front of Kihyun, so I decided to go between Changkyun and Wonho. That friend had ended up in front of Shownu, and then ran over to Kihyun to be next to him. When this happened, the spacing was off AND CHANGKYUN GRABBED MY SHOULDERS AND DRAGGED ME TO BE RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM!! His touch is honestly so gentle and he didn't even really say anything and just moved me to him where I ended up getting blocked by someone taller in front of me. I whined a little bit if I'm being honest, and was like "Oh I'm so short though" and he was just like "It's okay just stand here" then took his hands off of me. I'm still swooning over it and when I think about it, I get the chills because of it and I must be crazy but I still feel like his hands are there. I was so shaken up I forgot to ask to do anything like a heart and just smiled lol but I'm perfectly okay with it because of what happened. After 2 or 3 photos, we all left and I definitely milked saying bye and Changkyun and I smiled at eachother again and wow I'm suddenly a Changkyun stan.

This was very very long and I didn't intend for it to be like this, but that was my fan account for MX in San Francisco!! If you have any questions hit up my inbox or follow my twitter @aachiyuto! :)

#personal #fan account #monsta x #mxinsf

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bevioletskies · 7 years

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20 questions [11/20]

characters: peter/gamora, guardians-centric

fandom: avengers academy/marvel cinematic universe

summary: wasp has a new competition in store for the students of avengers academy, and there’s money involved. so obviously, peter and gamora have to pretend to be a couple in order to win. wait, what?

chapter preview: peter and gamora arrive at the wrong conclusion, nebula offers some surprising perspective, and new plans are made.

word count: 5338 | total word count: 118k

a/n: just a little reminder that while these guys are heavily based on the mcu guardians, they're still a lot younger (think like 20 - 24?) and therefore are a little more insecure than their movie counterparts, if that makes sense. That's my justification for why peter and gamora are so bad at this sometimes, oh god

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Gamora wished she could say she had done more after that moment. She wished that she could have told Peter about her confusing feelings about him lately, about the things Mantis had said about them being together for real, or at the very least, say that she had missed him (because she did, god, did she miss him).

But that would’ve required confidence, and for some reason, for maybe the first time in her life, confidence had left her hanging.

She wasn’t even sure what it was that left her so weirdly, emotionally numb, the second she was back in his arms. Maybe it was the exhaustion of the mission, the whirlwind of emotions that swirled about in her brain from having to rescue Nebula from the brink of no turning back. Or maybe it was just the warmth of Peter’s smile, perhaps too calming for once, washing away every conflicting thought she had been having.

Peter, despite being an open book of emotions himself, seemed unaware of Gamora’s internal plight, bending to kiss her forehead and hold her for a while longer. The moment was ruined when Rocket hollered for them to get a room (“or just go back to the ship already, don’t make out in front of everyone like a buncha losers!”). Groot also insisted on squeezing himself between their heads so he could snuggle Gamora’s face and chatter to her nonsensically, his mouth running a mile a minute.

Eventually, Peter walked Gamora back to the Milano, mostly in silence, their hands tangled together. He insisted that she needed a nap, promising that they could catch up over dinner with the rest of the group. Part of her wanted to ask him to come to bed with her, maybe chat there, alone, but it strangely felt too forward. Instead, she could only smile and nod in agreement, having done enough fighting for the past month to leave her craving deep sleep, in a bed so uncomfortable that she knew it had to be home.

Once she’d buried herself in her sheets, the rustle of cheap cotton nearly as comforting as the smell of ship’s constant stench of machine oil, she decided she’d talk to Peter about her feelings after dinner. After all, she could play it off as part of their game, maybe find some indirect way of asking if he felt similarly, without saying anything herself. That could work, right?

Problem number one - she slept through dinner, though she could vaguely remember Peter kneeling near her head, pulling her duvet back over her after it’d slipped during her restless slumber, whispering softly that he could bring her a plate later.

Problem number two - she slept through the rest of the night.

Problem number three - she didn’t wake until she had five minutes to get ready before her first class started, and had to sprint across campus before the All-Father could get mad.

Classes didn’t end until 3 PM, and even then, Gamora had to go to the gym for sparring practice with Natasha. “We can cancel if you want to,” Natasha had said. “I mean, you’ve been gone for four weeks, we can miss one more session if it means you rest longer.” But strangely, Gamora had found herself insisting. Her plan seemed less and less of a good idea, the more she thought about it. If she put it off just a little bit longer, maybe it wouldn’t be a conversation she’d want to have after all.

“It feels weird being back,” she said the moment she had arrived, watching Natasha’s reflection as the other girl stretched in the mirror. “I must admit, I wasn’t sure I would make it out alive. Nebula was able to coerce an entire military unit into shooting us down.”

“I'm glad you were able to convince her otherwise,” Natasha said, turning to smile gently at her. “Would've been devastating if any of you had died.”

“You really think I'm that cared for,” Gamora said. It wasn't a question. “I imagine Quill, for example, would be much more of a loss.”

“You’re a valuable person to a lot of people here, including me, by the way, and not just because you’re an incredible fighter,” Natasha said, passing her a practice sword. “And speaking of Quill, imagine how he'd react if he lost you. He'd probably lose his mind.”

Gamora settled into her starting stance, though she hesitated to move. “We’ve become like family. I’d imagine any of us getting killed would hurt him,” she commented. “We haven't actually talked since I returned. But he seems to have made new friends in my absence.”

Natasha smirked, teasing. “Silk especially seems to have made a connection with him. You jealous?”

“I trust him. And from what I could tell, she seems to share a lot of similar personality...quirks...as well,” Gamora returned as diplomatically as possible. “Now, let us fight.”

She returned to the Milano mere minutes before dinner was ready, feeling rather desperate to see everyone’s faces again. Drax and Mantis were busying themselves in the kitchen as always, while Yondu and Nebula seemed to be having a competition on who could take up the most leg room on the coffee table, resulting in them kicking each other like bratty children. Groot was sleeping on Rocket’s head, who seemed unperturbed by this as he reloaded some of his BFGs with fuel.

“Hello, Gamora,” Mantis said happily, looking up from her chopping board. “You are just in time for dinner! Maybe you could go get Peter? He is in his room.”

Gamora narrowed her eyes in suspicion. Mantis’s pushiness, as unusually persistent as it was, was something to come back to another time, so she obliged and went to knock on Peter’s door. “Come in,” he called.

He was sprawled on his bed, surrounded by books and a mess of papers, his Walkman by his side. “Dinner’s almost ready,” she said. She felt weirdly uneasy, the corner of her mouth twitching as if to dare her to tell him what she’d been thinking about.

Peter rolled onto his side to look at her properly, smiling. “We got time to chat before then?” He patted the spot next to him, and Gamora settled in, realizing she could put this off no longer. To her surprise, the first thing Peter did was reach for her, cupping her jaw in his hands. His eyes roamed her face, searching for something. “Didn’t get a chance to ask you yesterday - are you doing okay?”

“Physically, I’m alright. All of my minor injuries have already healed,” she said carefully, wondering how long he was planning on holding her this way. “As for my mental state...I guess I’m just not used to subduing someone with words. How do you do it so easily?”

“Sheer dumb luck,” he said cheerfully. “Doesn’t always work, though. I mean, most of the weird scars on my body come from girls who weren’t so happy with me.”

“Well, I’m mildly irritated by you all the time, and I don’t think I’ve left any marks on your body yet,” Gamora teased. Peter released her very suddenly, an odd expression passing over him as he considered her words. “What happened on campus while we were away? Those new students, who were they?”

He shrugged, nonchalant, finally tearing his eyes away from her. “Other Peter’s got a rogues gallery that would make anyone’s head explode. More enemies, friends, sort-of girlfriends. Something about Symbiotes, I don’t know, Janet would know better than me. I was just a tour guide.”

“They enjoyed your company,” she said, twisting her rings slowly. “Especially that girl, Cindy.”

“Turns out we have a lot in common,” he replied.

Gamora hummed in response, turning onto her back to look at the ceiling. To her surprise, Peter appeared to have printed off polaroid versions of the selfies they had taken on their weekend trip and stuck them up there, including the kiss in Shakespeare Park. It felt so simple back then, Gamora thought. Now I’m acting like a jealous girlfriend to someone I’m not even dating. What is wrong with me?

“Maybe that’s worth exploring,” she suggested. She hoped her voice didn’t sound as tumultuous as she felt, her stomach threatening to turn as she spoke. She’d only briefly introduced herself to Cindy, spoke to her for all of thirty seconds, but it was clear that she had a sweet, energetic nature, upbeat to a fault. Seeing Peter talk to her only made it clearer that Gamora was right, as much as she didn’t want to be - he would be compatible with someone that wasn’t her.

So now, new plan. Instead of telling Peter how she felt, help him find someone else. Someone who didn’t have to babysit her homicidal sister, someone who didn’t have a kill count in the hundreds and nightmares about bloodied bodies in the thousands. Someone who would actually know how to be a good girlfriend, not whatever it was that Gamora was attempting right now. Someone who could make him happy.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, we’re going to ‘break up’ eventually,” Gamora said, her voice steady. “And knowing you, you’re not going to stay single forever, right? If you and Cindy share commonalities, maybe she could be your next girlfriend. Your real girlfriend.”

Peter stared at her quizzically, as if she had grown a second head. What? In the time that she’d been gone, he had come to realize that he liked her, more than he ever thought he would have (and no, he wasn’t going to break out the other “L” word yet, it made everything feel too real). He’d hoped that after Gamora had recovered from her grueling mission, had settled back into her life as it was, they would be able to talk things out. After all, they’d been sharing so many secrets now, conversations he would’ve never dreamed of having with someone as private as her, and maybe, one day, he would have the courage to tell her his biggest secret yet. After all, there was always the chance she felt the same, even if their near-kiss had been an impulsive accident. Now, she seemed almost too confident about him dating someone after they were “broken up”.

Finally, he said, “Cindy seems pretty cool, but I’m not interested in dating her or anything. Just a new friend.”

Despite Peter’s best efforts, Gamora seemed oddly evasive, refusing to meet his gaze. His fingers twitched, wanting to touch her face again, tip her chin upwards so he could read her expression, but he wasn’t about to risk it, not when she seemed so withdrawn. “Oh, well, I guess that makes sense. After all, having two ‘serious’ relationships in a row isn’t really in your purview, is it? I think people would be surprised to see you committing to another person so soon. It would be smart to wait.”

“You really think I care about that?” He shot straight up to a sitting position, eyes cold as they fixated on her face, now staring up at him tentatively. His voice was dangerously low, making Gamora shiver. It was unlike anything she’d ever heard. “You know me better than that, Gamora. Or at least I thought you did. But now I guess I know what you really think of me, hey?” He stood, moving towards the door as if to leave, before turning on his heel. “Could’ve sworn we had this conversation already. I care about being a good leader, a good brother, a good friend. Why would I give a shit about being seen as a guy who plays with other people’s feelings? Maybe that’s what I was like back then, but wow, really, good to know you still see me like that now.”

Sitting up slowly, Gamora finally lifted her chin to look at him, her eyes glassy. “I...apologize,” she mumbled, unusually timid. “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m just as bad as that man, aren’t I?”

He sighed, reaching over to put a hand on her shoulder. To his alarm, Gamora flinched away from his touch, scrambling to her feet and pushing past him towards the door. “Gamora, hey, I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that, you’re not like that guy, I just…” She ignored him in favour of practically running out of his room, a choked sound escaping her throat before she could stop herself. Shit, Peter thought. I really hurt her feelings.

In hindsight, it wasn’t as if her perspective on their increasingly messy fake relationship situation was that far off. Students had been more surprised about him being in a relationship than her being in a relationship, despite him having more experience with people. He did flirt, constantly and consistently, with many of the people he came into contact with. For the most part, it was just a personality quirk as with all of the oddities that others came to expect of him - the dancing, the impulsiveness, the odd solutions he’d come up with when he improvised. He didn’t expect much to evolve from the flirting, in all honesty. As a Ravager, he charmed people into giving information or goods. As a Conservatory student, he used it as a coping mechanism. Now, as an Academy student, he was surrounded by a lot of powerful, talented women who were much more Peter’s type than some of the girls from his old days. It was natural, wanting to impress them as much as they impressed him.

So yes, maybe Gamora was onto something. He shouldn’t have gotten so angry, but Peter didn’t like the implications of her words - like this relationship was just a checkpoint before leading to something else, a precursor to a “real” relationship. Because after all, this one was starting to feel too realistic. Holding her and kissing her, exchanging text messages late into the night, telling her things he’d never told anyone before. Laughing, dancing, singing words in her ear that he was too afraid to speak aloud...all for this long con, and for what? Ten thousand units. That was all this was about, wasn’t it?

Shaking himself, Peter walked out of his room slowly, head spinning. “Get a grip, dude,” he whispered to himself sternly. “It’s not real.”

Dinner was tense, unusually so. It was normal at first, with everyone fighting over the dishes, arguing over who was supposed to be in charge of cutting up Groot’s portion into smaller pieces, and disagreeing about whatever they’d learned in class that day, but with Peter and Gamora being so withdrawn, the others started to take notice.

“Who pissed in your stew, Quill?” Yondu said, slapping him heartily on the back. “Eat up or else - ”

“Yeah, I got it,” Peter said, shoveling his food hastily into his mouth and nearly choking in the process. As ridiculous as they were, he didn’t really want to hear another one of Yondu’s weird, albeit empty threats.

“You are stressed,” Mantis said sadly, setting her plate down. “What is wrong, Peter?”

He put down his food as well, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’m, uh, not really hungry right now. Think I’m coming down with something. I’m gonna go back to my room and sleep it off.”

He could feel everyone’s eyes following him in worry, but it didn’t matter. He knew Gamora hadn’t even looked up.

______

For the rest of the week, it was as if they had given up on the pretense of their relationship altogether. They sat together in classes but said almost nothing to each other, didn’t hold hands or kiss once, and their classmates were starting to wonder.

“If you’re having relationship problems, you can talk to me, Gamora,” Janet had said to her in the girls’ locker room before combat training. “I’d hate to see you and Peter fall apart.”

“We’re just having a bit of a rough time,” Gamora had told her, though she didn’t sound too convinced of her own words. She and Peter had fought plenty of times before, on a near daily basis, in fact, screamed until their throats were dry. But something about that one thing she said, something that she had thought to be so trivial, mere passing commentary, had tipped the scale for Peter, and in all honesty, it scared her. Not Peter himself, but the fact she had even said such a thing about him, had made him feel so low.

Outside of class, the two of them avoided each other like it was a sickness, their tension unlike anything the Guardians had seen before. Groot looked quite crestfallen when Peter didn’t show up to dinner three nights in a row, letting out a sad little “I am Groot” in an attempt not to cry at his missing “father”. Rocket had to hum him to sleep as a means of distracting him.

“Sister, I refuse to talk to you about Quill,” Nebula said loudly on Thursday night, as she plopped herself down, uninvited, on Gamora’s bed. “But your sad nature is even making me appear cheerful, so stop it.”

“Because that’s how it works. You ask me to stop being sad, and it just happens,” Gamora retorted dryly, setting her book aside. “I’m surprised to see you here.”

“I’m bored,” Nebula shrugged. “I’ve finished all the catch-up work that the Director insisted upon giving me in my absence.”

“And you think I need a distraction,” Gamora said, a smile beginning to grow on her face. “How kind.”

“Shut up,” Nebula shot back, although she was starting to smirk in return. “I have an idea. You are going to come with me.”

______

An hour later, the sisters were sitting on the roof of the Avengers Hall, observing the students that were still roaming around campus that had plunged into darkness, only letting the dim lights of the streetlamps guide their way. Nebula was holding what Gamora suspected were binoculars she’d stolen from Jessica Jones (the “JJ <3 LC” scratched into the side certainly confirmed it), searching for something.

“Look at them,” Nebula said, after a few minutes of silence. “I wonder what it’s like to be normal.”

“Our classmates aren’t exactly the best examples of ‘normal’,” Gamora pointed out. “When the most normal students are super spies, your threshold is notably higher.”

“Picky, picky,” Nebula sighed. “I only meant that many of them haven’t endured the things that we have. Tortured and torn apart - myself more than you, but I’ll admit that you were hurt as well.”

“Not everyone requires tragedy to spur them into being a hero,” Gamora said, leaning forward to rest her forearms against the railing, fingernails tapping idly on the metal. “People choose to be good because they are good. I wonder what that’s like.”

“Your moral compass is on the straight and narrow,” Nebula said, “so I don’t know why you’re acting like you’re fallen from grace.”

“We have both done things we aren’t proud of, as much as you hate to admit it,” Gamora replied. “We have killed far too many innocent beings to be truly absolved of our sins. But we’re here regardless, being forgiven by people we do not deserve. That has to count for something.”

“Which is why we should protect our ‘new friends’ by slaughtering our father.” Nebula put the binoculars down on her lap. Gamora squinted to see what Nebula had been observing - it was the Young Avengers, sprawled out on the lawn. Billy was casting some light spell in the air above them, making the light swirl into shapes, causing the others to laugh. Teddy was snuggled into his side, casually draping an arm across Billy’s stomach, and Cassie, Kate, and America were doubled over with giggles. “They do not deserve what we have suffered through. We can suffer a little bit longer if it means we can put an end to his terror.”

Gamora was, frankly, astonished by Nebula’s words. For so long, Nebula’s single-mindedness about killing Thanos seemed like a one-woman revenge story, fueled by the uncontrollable rage of one person against their abuser. To hear her speak fondly (for Nebula, that is) of people who never gave her a second glance, it was...incredible.

“We can’t start with Thanos, you know that,” Gamora said gently. “We have to work our way up his chain of command, strip him of his supporters until he has no one by his side anymore.”

“So, the Black Order,” Nebula nodded. “When do we start?”

“When we have an actual plan, Nebula,” Gamora said, chuckling despite herself. “But I’m glad you’re enthusiastic about something for once in your life.”

Nebula didn’t respond, though she inched marginally closer so their legs were pressed together. It might’ve been the first physical contact she’d ever initiated that didn’t result in grievous bodily harm. “Do you remember that night on Sanctuary when we played a trick on Korath?”

“Of course I do,” Gamora said, smiling wider now. “We were just little girls, and to us, he was a big, mean teenager. We fashioned small picks out of rock and put them in his implants while he slept.”

“I quite literally expected his head to explode,” Nebula admitted, and Gamora laughed, leaning forward to bury her face in her arms to hide her giggles. “He never did realize it was us.”

“He suspected it, though,” Gamora said, still chuckling. “We were the stealthiest of all of Thanos’s children.”

“We cannot be the only ones left,” Nebula said, suddenly clutching Gamora’s wrist. “There must be others who would also be willing to take him down.”

“They may not have gone through the same training as us. We cannot ask that of complete strangers,” Gamora said sadly. “Knowing Thanos, he could have hundreds of ‘children’ out there, abandoned because they were not strong enough. But we will be.”

“We have to be,” Nebula agreed, releasing Gamora’s hand. They glanced back over at the quad, where the Defenders were sneaking in, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. Clearly, a mission in Hell’s Kitchen had gone well - Elektra was practically skipping with glee, and Luke and Jessica were practically attached at the hip, Jessica grinning up at Luke with a rare softness in her eyes.

“For them,” Gamora said quietly, nodding.

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In a moment of weakness, Peter had made a list. Granted, it wasn’t the best use of his time, but when had he ever claimed to be the most productive of students? Besides, writing it all out might clear his head of the fog he’d been experiencing all week, or hell, the whole time Gamora had been gone.

Things I want in a girlfriend.

Peter supposed the title sounded somewhat misogynistic, like a laundry list of shallow characteristics that frat boys talked about when they were both drunk and sober. For all of Peter’s peacocking tendencies, he wasn’t that guy, never wanted to be that guy, and yet, he found himself questioning what he was looking for. After all, what with Gamora’s insistence on him pursuing a relationship after they were “broken up”, she had clearly removed herself as an option. As much as it hurt, maybe it was time to step back and think about how to move on. There were seven weeks remaining in this ruse of theirs, seven incredibly long weeks before the yearbooks were out, and only then, could he try to get over her.

Not that he wanted to. God, he did not want to. He could still feel her whispering in his ear, moving ever so slowly, her impossibly long eyelashes fluttering closed as they closed the gap. Almost closed the gap. What would’ve happened if they had?

Funny. Thinks I’m funny. Likes music and movies. Can quote movies. Dances. Strong. Powerful. Beautiful. Wields a giant sword. Gorgeous red hair. Scolds me for leaving dirty towels on the bathroom floor -

Alright, that was enough. He hastily scribbled out the last three and threw the list aside. Maybe this wasn’t going to help at all. If anything, it was making it worse, reminding himself of all the things he lo - liked - about her. Knock, knock. “Who is it?” he snapped, making no attempt to hide his frustration.

“It’s, uh, Peter. Parker. You knew that, you’re the other Peter - ”

“I’m not really in the mood to do you more favours, Parker,” Peter retorted. After all, the last one had landed him in more of a mess than he could have ever anticipated.

“It’s not that, it’s just, your girlfriend’s been standing here for like, twenty minutes, but she hasn’t knocked, and I thought if she’s not knocking, maybe I should knock for her, because you two are clearly having problems and I just wanna help, and I’m gonna go now because she looks like she wants to kill me, and she can, so, bye!” His voice faded very suddenly with his last few words. Peter suspected Parker had taken off in a sprint.

He opened the door to see Gamora standing there in her pajamas, her hair in a topknot, looking rather morose. “Quill,” she said softly. “I know it’s late, but can I come in?” He stepped aside and shut the door behind her. Gamora paused for a moment, considering where to sit, until she finally chose his desk chair, deciding it was a comfortable distance. “We really shouldn’t avoid each other like this,” she said. “It’s not good for the team, and it’s not good for our friendship, either. I…” She took a deep breath. “I miss you.”

Peter wasn’t sure what she was going to say, but he certainly hadn’t expected that. He moved to sit on his bed, wishing he had his Walkman on when she’d arrived. At least it would give him something to do with his hands. “I miss you, too. And I’m so incredibly sorry that I snapped at you like that. You didn’t deserve it.”

“But I shouldn’t have said it,” Gamora exclaimed, shuffling closer to grasp his hands in hers. “That might’ve been what I thought about you before, but I don’t think of you that way now. You are...not the frivolous playboy I thought you were when we first met. You’re a good leader, and a good friend. My best friend. And I don’t like this...this thing, where we stop talking to each other.”

“We’ve been pretty good about talking things out in the past,” Peter said, smiling weakly at her. “I don’t even know why what you said got to me so badly, I just know it did. So...let’s just call it water under the bridge?”

She stared at him. “Your Terran idioms confuse me. But if that means that we can move past this, the things we’ve said to each other that we both regret...I’d...really appreciate that.”

Feeling brave, he gently tugged on her hands, pulling her to her feet. She walked closer towards him until she was standing between his legs. Looking up at her, that signature spark in his eyes, he murmured, “Then let’s do that. And maybe we can start with another question? Haven’t done that in a while.”

Gamora couldn’t contain the grin spreading over her face, relieved. She bent to wrap her arms around him, burying her face in his neck. As his arms immediately moved to pull her in tight, his entire body warm, steady, strong beneath hers, she paused to let the exhilaration of feeling at home again settle into her bones. “I guess I can’t help but be curious...have you had any relationships other than Carol?”

He finally released her, settling her down next to him on the bed. His head was bowed slightly, but not out of fear, more out of unusual shyness. “No, I haven’t. I guess I shouldn't be surprised you thought otherwise, though. I do talk the big talk, don’t I?”

“Considering you've been able to charm people into or out of anything, I'm honestly curious about why you haven't.”

“I never had anyone I was that interested in,” he admitted. “People I found attractive, people I slept with. But I didn’t know what I was looking for in a relationship, so I never bothered looking.”

“But you know now,” she prompted, causing his heart to skip a beat. “You told me.”

“Made a list, too,” Peter said before he could stop himself. At her raised eyebrow, he grabbed the piece of paper from his desk and passed it to her, hoping she couldn't read through the scribbles. To his dismay, Gamora’s keen eye never failed her, as she pointed to them immediately.

“What happened here?”

“Changed my mind,” he said easily, taking it back. “Didn't think it through. So, while we're on the topic of relationships - do you feel like you're ready for a real one? Or is it something that's not on your mind right now?”

“A year ago, I would've said they were impossible, but I think now I’d be open to one.” Gamora’s eyes flickered around the room, taking it in. It was unfamiliar to her in comparison to his space on the Milano, but still sang of Peter’s personality in every decoration, every book on his desk and every bit of dirty laundry strewn across the floor. Typical Quill, she thought fondly. Never very neat. Always did leave towels all over the bathroom floor.

“What changed?” he said quietly. Peter was genuinely curious. He couldn’t imagine someone with her upbringing being comfortable with romantic relationships, but then again, he never would have imagined her being comfortable with anyone, considering how skittish and angry she’d been when they first talked.

“Me, I guess. Turns out letting people into my life wasn’t such a bad idea after all.” She smiled, shifting a little closer, causing the mattress to dip. She bounced a little, frowning as she glanced down as if it had offended her. “Quill, why is your bed so much nicer than mine?”

“Pepper set me up with a better mattress.” He watched as Gamora laid down on her side, pulling her hair out of her topknot and letting it fan out across the pillow. After looking around, considering, she pulled the sheets around her body, turning to hide her face underneath the silky duvet. He hoped she couldn't hear his breath hitch at the sight. “Sure are getting comfortable there.”

“It's been a long day,” she admitted. “Nebula and I had a really nice talk before I came here, and I’ve been thinking a lot about what you - you guys mean to me. And maybe I don’t want to spend the rest of my night alone with my thoughts. Is that silly?”

“Not at all. You're welcome to stay,” Peter said, his voice cracking slightly. “It's probably better, too. If you tried to sneak out of my room now, Hill would probably see and report you to Fury.” She hummed in response, her eyes already fluttering closed.

He turned off the light and got in next to her, realizing too late that a double bed meant they were basically pressed up against each other, much closer than they had been in the hotel room’s king-sized mattress. She was warm, her body temperature running a little hotter than a Terran’s, and she felt too familiar already - the sharpness of her elbows, the slope of her shoulders, the curve of her hips, neatly slotted against his torso. He could smell the toothpaste and chocolate (Mantis wasn't the only one with a sweet tooth) on her breath, see the silver markings on her face glinting from the moonlight that streamed in through the window. The rigid tension of the week had left her face, and Peter once again was overwhelmed by the desire to kiss her.

“Good night, Quill,” she said, her voice barely above a breath.

“Night,” he murmured.

a/n: well, i did say this was slow burn, didn't I? trust me, i'm bashing their heads together myself, and i'm the one writing this haha

i know this kind of seems like it's heading downhill from here, but they might surprise you from this point forward ;) next chapter is a fluff fest!

#starmora #peter quill #gamora #avengers academy #gotg #myfic #myfic: 20q #marvel #sorry for hogging the p/g tag today #but i did say i was gonna update #and i'm sick af so i've been making gifs nonstop

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