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softlunars · 5 years

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unholy.

60 things ; things you said that i wish you hadn’t & things you said with clenched fists. — bang chan ; stray kids

demon au! —fallen angel!chan x demon!reader

requested: [yes!]

(a/n): “nunc ostende te” is latin for “now show yourself.” i didnt,,, wanna look up an actual demon summon cause i’m a whole ass scaredy cat so that’s the most i did sjzknaksmz

technically, chan shouldn’t be doing this. he shouldn’t be drawing a pentagram on his apartment floor. he shouldn’t be opening a summoning book. and he definitely shouldn’t be flipping to the demons section of said book.

this would’ve all applied to him if he still had wings on his back. but he didn’t — they were clipped off months ago, and chan was sent to tumble down to the earth, forced to make his own path from then on. did it bother him? well, maybe if he thought about it enough, it would. he doesn’t allow himself to drift off to the past, though; things are left in the past for a reason, and sometimes, they’re better off there — to be forgotten.

chan thumbed through the demons section, his eyes flitting across the hundreds of pages until he found what he was looking for.

how to summon a demon.

he scanned the page, looking for the ceremony that had to take place. he skipped over the descriptions of demons — different types, kinds of powers, different demon specialities. chan wasn’t interested in all that; he just wanted to summon a demon. did he have any reason? no, not really. maybe he wanted to spite God further or something, he didn’t know.

the book, which was filled with descriptions of supernatural beings and different summons, materialized in front of him in the early dawn. the ancient literature acted as if it were a magnet, reeling in chan’s interest until he finally picked it up. which is how he found himself in the middle of a pentagram.

he set the book down, outside of the pentagram’s reach. a nervous huff of air left him. why the hell was he doing this? he didn’t want to come face to face with a soul-eating creature from the depths of hell, and he certainly didn’t want to be ripped to shreds before his soul followed suit.

chan continued anyways. he’s already finished the preliminary setup — there was no legitimate reason to stop now.

he took a deep breath in a futile effort to relieve his nerves. was chan stupid? going through with this, yes, he most likely was. did he lose his mind? most definitely.

chan took a quick glance at the sentences he needed to utter. he had to get them right; if he didn’t, he might as well sell his soul to the actual devil.

he began the chant, albeit very shakily. chan was certain he was going to die tonight. his few months spent on earth were going to abruptly end as soon as he finished.

“nunc ostende te.” as he uttered the final sentence, chan snapped his eyes open. if he were going to die right now, he might as well look his killer in the eyes.

the dim flicker of the candles’ flames were the only things he could see. nothing moved, nothing changed, not even the air felt different — something chan thought to be the first aspect to dramatically shift after chanting a summon this dark.

he breathed a sigh of relief. thank the heavens that didn’t work.

the candles were extinguished. the air became bitingly cold. and suddenly, chan feared for his life.

“i don’t know who’s coming out but you don’t have to show yourself — i’d be more than happy to just go to sleep.” he spoke into the still air, trying to convince whatever spirit entered his apartment to leave him the hell alone.

“you summoned me, man. it’s your fault you asked for a demon.” a dark voice bounced off his living room walls. as it stopped speaking, a body materialized at the edge of the pentagram. well, chan thought, it was a nice couple months.

the gaze that met his eyes was apathetic, empty and almost… entertainingly bored. there were no visible horns, no bats’ wings or pointy tail chan could make out. if he didn’t know any better, he’d assume the person in front of him was just a mortal.

you spoke again, this time with an amused edge decorating your speech. “i don’t take fallen angels’ souls, if that’s why your mind’s traveling twenty trillion miles an hour. i don’t even collect souls in general, dude. i just fuck with people.”

“how did you know i’m a fallen angel?” chan’s eyes glinted with a curious apprehension; he knew demons could read minds — angels were granted that ability, as well — but he didn’t know they could differentiate immortal beings from mortal ones. this was something angels weren’t granted the gift to do. unless they made themselves known to each other, angels weren’t able to tell supernatural from human.

“you got a funny aura ‘round you. i usually only see that with fallen angels or whatever. but what’s a former God’s kiss-ass doing in the middle of a pentagram?” you raised an eyebrow conspicuously. the few times you were summoned before, you’d only been greeted by a handful of fallen angels. their reasoning for summoning such a dark creature was simple — they were bored and wanted to tell their former ruler to “fuck off.”

chan shrugged his shoulders at your question. he didn’t have a response; he didn’t even know why he did it himself. your head rolled back on your shoulders as a sharp laugh echoed throughout the room.

“your thoughts are fucking hilarious, just thought i should tell ya.” your comment made a blush furiously form on chan’s face. maybe this was a really shitty idea.

“listen, fallen angel, i gotta make other rounds, so i’m gonna strike a deal with ya.” you watched as your summoner’s eyebrows rose, prompting you to continue.

“i ain’t gonna do some typical demon shit, alright? but i wanna mark ya — it isn’t a bad thing, man, calm down!” you really were entertained by this. what a hell of a fun time this was making itself out to be!

chan’s eyes squinted as he stared you down. he had his apprehensions, of course — he didn’t know what the hell a mark was; he was never taught that! what if this was a way for you to siphon his soul from him, bit by bit, until you drained it from his body entirely?

“it’s just so i’m the only demon that’s allowed near ya. no one else can come anywhere close to you with this. so, while you’re protected from other nasty lil’ shits, you got your own lil’ shit that can annoy you until the end of the universe.” you observed the former angel’s face, gauging his reaction to your offer. you were pleasantly surprised when he nodded his head.

“fine. mark me.”

after you marked the fallen angel, you found yourself constantly appearing at his side. he would almost jump out of his skin every time, which always provided you with an intense laughing session.

you learned quite a bit about chan. you were informed about the difficult schooling he was put through as a child; he’d reveal small bits and pieces about his life in the clouds, like how one time he almost made a fellow angel kick his ass past recognition.

“i was a really shitty angel, now that i think about it.” chan laughed out once, on one of the times you accompanied him at nightfall. “maybe you shoulda been born a demon.” you had joked that night, but chan took it harsher than you intended. the shift in his emotions was evident, as he turned colder toward you until you left him alone for the following week.

you chose your words more carefully after that night. sure, you were a demon — a supernatural entity born for the sole purpose of evil. but being a creature formed from pure hatred didn’t hinder the conscience you owned, regardless of how small it was.

your efforts weren’t always fruitful. tonight was one of those times.

chan had turned colder than ice just moments before, a comment you made angering him once more. the fallen angel became mute, barely even acknowledging you were still in his apartment. it hurt your feelings — pissed you off more than anything. you never intended to attack him with your choice of words. but, regardless of how cautious you were, so many things seemed to set chan off.

“chan, i dunno what your whole… issue or whatever is, but you ain’t gotta be a dick to me ‘cause of it.” you felt the boiling pit in your stomach grow as chan turned to face you. if looks could kill, both of you would have been reduced to dust.

“my problem, (y/n), is your heartless comments about how i ‘should’ve been born in hell.’ i was born an angel for a reason, just like you were born a demon for a reason.” his voice sliced through the air, making the fire in your stomach pour out. if chan wanted to see why you were a demon, oh, was he going to see why.

“okay, kid. your wings were torn off your back for a reason, and you wanna know why? ‘cause you fucking failed at being an angel! you couldn’t appease God, you couldn’t reach the standards he set. you. fucked. up.” your aura darkened as you continued spitting words at chan. flames seemed to form around your body as your fury fueled you.

“which means, angel boy, that you weren’t cut out to stay behind those damn pearly gates! you weren’t a good fit. you weren’t meant to stay at God’s ‘holy fucking side.’”

chan’s gaze filled with hatred and indignation as your jabs reached his ears. how dare you say that to him? how dare you act as if you know anything about heaven, about God?

his fists clenched and unclenched by his side as he listened to your tyraid. finally, chan snapped after your last insult hung in the air.

“you might as well have been banished to hell, ‘cause at least you woulda been surrounded by people who fucked up just as bad as you did, and people who were just as shitty as you.”

“stop acting as if you know anything about heaven. you’re a lowlife demon, for fucks sake!” his words felt hotter than the flames that licked at your skin down in hell.

“you’re the scum of the supernatural world. you hold no good in your heart, no light in your soul — nothing!” you watched as the glint in his eye grew into a ball of fire, aimed to hit you and reduce you to nothing.

“God wanted me at one point, which is the difference between you and i. someone wanted me, no one ever wanted you.”

chan’s words slammed into your brain. these thoughts — they weren’t new to you. you were well aware that no one wants a demon around. no one would ever want a demon around.

you could easily push those facts to the side if you or a fellow demon voiced them. but hearing them from chan, a former angel, someone God handpicked to serve him, lit you up.

“you’re just as terrible as us demons. you have no fucking soul, bang chan.”

“you deserve to rot in hell, just like the rest of us.”

with that, you disappeared from chan’s apartment. the fallen angel never saw you again.

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writingthegoodwrite · 5 years

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Before the Honeymoon

Jaebum x Reader

Wordcount: 1,421

I hope you enjoy it. Turned out longer than I intended. ♡

It’s the morning after your wedding night and Jaebum is trying to convince you to get out of bed before you’re late for your flight. ♡

You woke when you felt the bed dip as Jaebum sat in front of you snapping a picture. You had given him the camera so he could take better shots of his travels while he is on tour. You missed him terribly while he was away, but you both had your careers. So far, rather than taking pictures while on tour, his favorite use of it was to capture pictures of you.

When you were anything but photo ready.

You couldn't say you minded though. He made you feel beautiful. Made you stop hating being photographed. He brushed some hair from your face and asked, “Hey, you awake?”

You were determined to sleep for another hour and your alarm hadn’t even gone off yet. So you stretched and snuggled back down into your pillow, feigning sleep. You were doing a great job of keeping a straight face until he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your neck before whispering, “Jagiya~” directly into your ear. He drew out the ending, and started peppering the shell of your ear with kisses and whispering unintelligible words into your ear.

Then you couldn’t pretend anymore. You felt the corners of your mouth draw up as you felt a shiver work it’s way down your spine. You never could resist his voice whispering in your ear, and he knew it. You could feel his smile against your skin. “What time is it? Is the sun even awake yet?” You reached for his wrist to check his watch.

"Uh uh." He shook his head and smiled big as he held his wrist out of your reach. “Time to get up. You’ve got to shower so we can go for breakfast.”

You looked at his outstretched arm with suspicion. “It’s before 5am, isn’t it?”

He said nothing, but maintained the same goofy grin and snapped another picture.

His silence confirmed your suspicions. You shoved him and turned over with a groan, covering your face with the sheet. “We don’t have to be to the airport until after 1:30. Why do you hate me?”

He sat the camera on the nightstand and settled himself behind you. You could feel the laughter shaking his chest. “Hate, huh? Is that the feeling I gave off last night?” He wrapped an arm around you and held you against him.

You sighed contentedly, enjoying his warmth. “Hmmm,” you pulled the sheet from your face and turned your head to lean your forehead against his. You drew in a deep breath and realized he already smelled like hotel soap. “Dude, how long have you been up??”

He offered a guilty smile, “A while, I thought you might like some real coffee, so I went out to the market. I’ll put a pot on while you shower.”

You turned around in his embrace ready to let him hear it for not getting enough sleep but ended up lost in his gaze instead. “Jae, are you gonna be alright with no sleep?”

“How could I be anything but perfect?” He traced lazy circles on your back. It felt wonderful. “Can you believe we’re finally married?”

“I know, it feels like a dream, honestly.” You played with a button on the front of his shirt. “We waited for so long for this. Can it really be our time now?” You almost felt guilty taking a week off.

Jaebum reached back for his camera then when you held your hand out to block him he captured your lips with his. It wasn't long before your hand fell to his chest, camera forgotten. When he deepened the kiss, brushing his tongue lightly against yours, you barely registered the sound of the camera as he captured the moment.

You reluctantly pulled back and pinched him, “That’s supposed to be for your adventures, so you can share your memories on the road with the guys with me when you come home.”

His face grew serious as he considered my words. “You are my greatest adventure, and anyway now you can come with me on my travels so they really will be our memories. Not just pictures of places I wish we were together in.”

You saw his watch out of the corner of your eye and nearly spit when you it was after 9. “I thought it was early! Why did you let me sleep so long?” You shot up in bed and glared down at him.

He sat up with a grin. “I said it was time to get up.” He took his time taking in the view of you with the sheet fallen at your waist. He ran a hand leisurely up and down your bare back. “You slept through your alarm. I thought maybe you needed a rest after last night.” He leaned forward, brushed his lips against your back, then leaned his chin on your shoulder. "We didnt exactly go easy on each other," he said, looking thoroughly pleased and content.

Your body hummed just thinking about it, but you had to focus. “We can’t miss our flight,” you said, throwing yourself out of bed and ran to the bathroom. You smiled, hearing the camera snaps behind you. You leaned back out of the bathroom long enough to shout “Coffee!”

You brushed your teeth and took a quick shower in record time, then threw your wet hair up into a claw. The heat of the shower made you even more tired. You exited the bathroom and put on your best zombie face and groaned, “Coffeeeee.”

Your annoyingly awake and bright-eyed husband filled your travel mug and passed it into your waiting hands. You took a drink, barely noticing the heat. “Mmmm, much better.” You pecked a quick kiss to his cheek. “Life is good. Let’s go!” You spun around to head to the door but only made it a step before you were stopped.

You felt his warm hand on your shoulder. “Baby, you can’t go out with a wet head. You don’t want to be sick on our honeymoon.”

You laughed, “Thanks for the concern, but that’s not how it works, hun.”

He went and grabbed a towel from the bathroom, then gestured at the seat in front of the vanity. “Humor me. Let me dry your hair a bit just until you finish your coffee then you can refill before we leave.”

You sat down, amused. You wouldn’t turn down a head rub and an extra coffee. “Alright, but if we’re late, it’s on you. Remember, I can survive on coffee alone, you can't.”

He took the claw out and handed it to you before wrapping the towel around your hair and wringing your hair out. Your coffee was nearly forgotten as he rubbed your scalp briskly with the towel. He ran a brush through your hair and got out any knots he made. You could feel yourself drifting off when he stopped and took the claw from your hand.

You let out a soft sigh, and he chuckled. “That should be good enough.” He kissed the top of your head and went to grab his jacket, putting on his sunglasses and hanging the camera from a cord around his neck.

You looked around the nearly empty room. He must have taken everything out to the car during your shower.

He tossed one of his hoodies at you as you walked up to him. “We’ll come back for the rest after breakfast.” He reached forward to zip you into his hoodie then pull you forward for another kiss. You could really get used to this.

Placing a hand on either side of your neck he said, “Ready for our first breakfast as a married couple?” His eyes were so bright, and he looked as though he could take on the world.

You nodded and took his camera from around his neck and snapped a shot of him, wanting to always remember the look of happiness on your husband’s face at this very moment.

He turned you around and held you against his chest, giving you a sloppy kiss on the cheek and taking a shot of the two of you. You made him turn the camera around so you could both look at the picture.

You almost didn’t recognize yourself. Never having enjoyed taking pictures or selfies, you usually look annoyed or upset, but not here. No, here you looked happy, relaxed, and comfortable in your own skin. Something you hadn’t felt for as long as you could remember.

“I’m ready.”

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luboytn · 5 years

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rami’s thoughts about you

a/n: wow. hi there, yall! if you have any ideas of story that I should write about-jus tell me bout it! I’m writing about rami n all characters he played. hope u will like my work! thx tysm

pairing: Rami Malek x reader

summary: you work at the café. rami is having crush on u and after a long time he finally decided to ask u about your number.

warnings: -

word count: 1500+

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I watch her long, tanned legs as she heads towards me. Y/N is wearing a white dress today with various colorful flowers; it reaches almost to her knees. She has ordinary white converss on his feet, which are already slightly damaged and dirty. Her hair is once again associated in a ponytail, which is decorated with a sweet, small bow. At the waist, a black apron with a logo of the apartment is tied.

I'm asking myself; How does this girl withstand this weather in this outfit? How aren’t her legs freezing when the north wind blows outside the window, which is like a breath of arctic cold, and every other day it is raining?

I look out the window for a moment. I see many people outside, half of whom are already wearing large, down jackets, prepared for the winter and frosts. What's wrong with this girl?

I bite my lip and tap my fingers on the table top. It's so annoying to have someone absorbing your thoughts. It distracts you from everything, because it is so unattainable, and at the same time literally, at your fingertips.

- Good morning. - I hear her velvety, sweet like candy, voice, so I look at her. In addition to small freckles, today her face is also decorated with a wide, snow-white smile, which sends in my direction when our eyes meet. My gaze goes down to the notebook, which she holds in her hands; I stop my eyes for a moment, focusing it on her long nails. Each of them is painted in a different color, which seems to me quite an interesting solution.

I do not know how long I watch them, but when I hear the girl grunt, I go back to the living and raise my head, looking her in the eye now.

- Welcome to "Lucky Strike" - she says again - Can I accept your order now? - she asks, and I am correcting myself in my chair.

I grab a card of dishes in my hands, although I know well that I am going to order what is usual. I am reading letters on paper again, and then I say:

- Classic Italian espresso. - I smile at her, what she reciprocates, and then sketch something on the notebook sheet.

- Anything else? - she asks without looking up, and I shake my head denying. - I'll give it in a second. - she says.

Y/N turns around, hiding a small notebook into the only pocket of her uniform, and then goes away. I suspend my eyes on her perfect hips, but it only lasts a moment.

I watch her enter the counter. She pushes under the cup shelf one of the crates that lie on the floor and then climbs onto it. She is too small to even now calmly reach for the desired dish. A pretty, charming sight, standing on tiptoe like a ballerina and trying to take off one of the cups. When she succeeds in a moment, involuntarily a creepy smile sneaks into my face, because I can see that it is the one with blue flowers.

I wonder why she is still giving me coffee in it. I mean, in this specific cup. Literally all the other espresso cups are completely white, and the one that stands out is the one that goes to me every next time.

Did she bring her it here? It is quite distinct, because it is the only one that is different. Maybe it's a kind of message? Is Y/N trying to tell me something? Oh, what am I saying. What would she want to show through a stupid vessel? That she likes blue flowers? Absurd.

I shake my head, fleeing my thoughts back to the brunette. I watch her turning on the coffee machine, doing two neat turns. It looks like she really loved this job because you can always see a smile on her face. She comes here every day joyful. She does pirouettes from time to time, for no reason, and laughs at herself, like a small child. It is such a delightful sight that you would like to come here just to see it. It is the best attraction that I have seen in my life.

I do not even know when, and I start to grin with myself and I have to look a bit strange, but I'm not really caring about it at the moment. I have such a sweet view in front of my eyes, I cant help how my body reacts.

I feel my heart beat faster when the brunette finishes making coffee and walks with the t towards me. She looks like a kind who intends to show off her drawings.

She leans over the table at which I sit. She puts a cup in front of me, saying kindly to "enjoy your coffee”. Then I pay attention again to her hands, and more precisely to the fingers that run gracefully through pure porcelain, when, after a really short moment, they disappear from my vision, I raise my head.

Unchecked, I get up on my feet, almost pouring freshly ordered coffee. I make a bit of noise, so the couple from the neighboring table looks at me, but after a few second they return around.

- Can I still order something else? - I ask, one hand raising slightly upwards, as if I was a student in a school bench. Penny turns to me, then with a smile, returns to me and stands at the table, leaning on it.

- Of course. How can I help you? - after asking questions, she reaches for a notebook and a pen, waiting for my next order. I begin to feel a slight anxiety and stress and suddenly, immensely strong, I am tempted to drink.

- Could I get your number? - I say before I even manage to mentally prepare for possible rejection. My eyes widen because I'm shocked that I've gotten the courage to ask her about it.

There is a somewhat awkward silence between us that echoes in my ears. Believe me, even when you hear no sound, this kind of silence can be deadly loud.

- My number? - Asks brunette, frowning, and I feel my face paler. I want to break the window next to us and run outside; run and run ahead, so no one would know where I am.

I'm starting to rebuke myself for my stupidity. Why did not I think she could have a boyfriend? She is so beautiful, kind and young, who would not like it for their self? Who would not want it to be their property? She may even be engaged or, worse, she has already got married; she has a child or even a bunch of them.

My hands are prone to itch because I really want to smash something. I'm mad at myself. Why didnt I thought about that I may be not her type? She probably already noticed that I come here five times a week, at the same time, and order the same coffee; and when I do, I start to observe her. I don’t exclude the possibility that at this stage she considers me a murderer or a pervert. If I was her - would have thought about myself that way. What normal guy, approaching up to fourty, looks at the same woman, in addition younger, for a year, grinning like an idiot, while drinking coffee?

- I think it would be better if you were to give me yours. - I hear Y/N’s voice, which pulls me out of the momentary state of reflection. I am slightly confused and try to understand her way of thinking. I raise one eyebrow, remaining quiet.

Does she not want to hurt me by giving me the wrong number, but she still has no heart to reject me?

- I do not have a phone, I'll call you from the booth. - she explains, probably seeing my embarrassment.

- Oh - I say - Yes, sure. Give me a piece of paper, I'll write it down for you - Im trying to sound natural, although I have a panic attack inside.

The girl pulls a piece of paper from her notebook and hands it to me with the pen. I enter my phone number on the card, trying to preserve the cute character of the letter. When I finish, i give it to the brunette, she puts it in her pocket, after folding it in half.

- What happened to your cell phone? - I ask, hoping that I do not violate her privacy or I do not enter delicate topics. Who knows if her phone has not been stolen recently, along with other valuable things? Or maybe she has no money to buy it?

- I just dont have it. - she answers briefly, seems slightly embarrassed. She has her head down and the pen in her fingers. Oh, if you could see her now; how sweet she is. I bet I assigned her this epithet at least fifty times today. However, it fits perfectly with her, she could be a definition of this word.

At this point, it does not even seem strange to me that she does not have a cell phone. Well, I admit that in the twenty-first century, it's harder to find someone without a phone than with it. Especially when it's a person, more or less, my age, and Y/N seems even younger.

Then I start to wonder how old she actually is? She looks like she is twenty-one, plus I've seen her drinking alcohol more than once, so she can’t be younger, right? I would not call her older than me, I'm sure. Therefore, I estimate that she may be about twenty-two years old. However, her low height and the clothes she used to wear make me puzzled, because if I look only at it, I would call her a teenager, maybe even a preschooler.

- I'll call you before I start work. I hope you are not asleep before eight. - she says with a smile that I reciprocate.

- No, I'm not sleeping. Relax, you have nothing to worry about. - I'm lying, because I usually get up at ten o'clock, but I would pick up my phone even if she was going to call in the middle of the night.

- That's good. - she smiles, hiding the card with my number in the pocket of her uniform. - I need to get back to work - she says, in a sweet voice, then moves away from the coffers in a lively step.

- I’m Rami, by the way - I'm screaming after her before she can get far away from where she would not hear me anymore. She only turns her head, and from her mouth movement I can read - "I know."

It does not take much to wonder how she knows my name. In fact, I immediately reject the idea of divorcing myself.

I sit back in my seat and let it out of my lungs. I'm still watching Y/N, until she finally disappears from the field of my vision as she enters through the dark door to the back.

I want to jump around the whole café; just shout and run around the tables, ignoring the others. I cover my mouth with a hand when a stupid, pride smile sneaks into it. With the fingers of the other hand I hit the table top, because my body is not able to behave calmly now.

Joy, excitement permeate all of me and I have the impression that any moment i will explode from the excess of intensity of these emotions.

I punish myself in my thoughts for procrastination with Y/N’s approach. She is so nice. Who knows, maybe if I started talking to her faster, we would be in a relationship that would bring us closer till we’d become a boyfriend and girlfriend; or at least friends with benefits.

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merrilldidnothingwrong · 5 years

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Chapter 1

(herah is my current adaar inky, they use they pronouns. sorry if its confusing. writing is not my talent lol. And this is just fillers in game. ill probably go off canon at some point bc it sucks so bad. idk if there will be smut later, probably)

https://fuckbioware.tumblr.com/post/183430818477/3-things-oc-meme

Herah stood on the stairs overlooking Skyholds courtyard, it was night time. It felt like it was always nighttime. They liked it here, they did feel safer but they still had memories of Haven flashing in their mind. The inquisition soldiers dead bodies scattered all throughout the grounds.

Fires, the screaming of people searching for help. They couldn't save them all, though they tried. Every time they closed their eyes, they could see and hear it all over again.

They had taken a dark turn ever since arriving at Skyhold.

They thought back to a few months ago when they woken up to be chained and questioned by who they learned later to be Cassandra and Leliana.

They always had a way of finding the light side of everything but knew in that moment not to. Cassandra wanted to rip them to shreds, and Leliana was the only one preventing that from happening.

They didnt see a large quanri, someone to be feared. They saw someone as the reason their Divine was dead. They wanted answers. Herah didn't have any.

Herah was freed and forced to fight until they woke up what they found out later to be 3 days later. They missed the mercenary life, it was rarely this brutal. They missed their companions.

After meeting the leaders of the inquisition, they talked to Varric. Herah immediately liked him, he didn't hold back letting his feelings known. They liked how he got under Cassandras skin. Herah thought Cassandra was a strong woman, gorgeous, and scary. Traits they admired. But their meeting was less than ideal.

They didnt yet to what make of Solas, theyd never met another elf like him. No markings, always talking about the fade. They didn't know how he could be so calm in this moment, but they appreciated it. Everyone else was scrambling, stressed to get to the breach.

"inquisitor" a soldier passing by said to Herah, snapping them back into the present.

Cassandra, Solas and Cole had just returned from Crestwood and Herah was making plans to head to the Western Approach to meet Hawke and Alistair.

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Herah sat in the sun, hoping they'd finally get warm. They were surprised how cold it was, given how it was a desert and there was very little shade.

"Too bad Dorian isn't here", Sera giggled, "hed complain about being cold. Swearing in vint about southerners."

"I'm surprised you didn't bring your boyfriend, Blackwall boss. He would have loved it. All the darkspawn, he'd be putty in your hands. Well, MORE than you already are" he chuckled.

Herah smiled, they enjoyed being poked fun at. Reminded them theyre just another flawed person. Not some high and mighty inquisitor to be bowed down to. "Are you guys saying you're not having a good time? After all i've given to you"? They pointed to all the desert. "So ungrateful!"

Everyone laughed at that, well except Chuckles as Varric accurately nicknamed him. He was walking around, seemingly deep in thought.

Herah was surprised at his reaction to talking to Erimond, he hadn't been angry until that very moment when he heard the Grey Wardens were going after the Old Gods. Herah filed it in their mind to talk to him about it later. For right now he was enjoying Sera and Bull's company.

Sera found a stick somewhere and was drawing in the sand, random scribles until she had a brilliant idea. "its a butt!!" she pointed and laughed. Herah got up and put two dots in the butt. "now its boobs!" Sera laughed harder, and further drawing a figured body.

Bull looked over at the drawing "hey i know her, she works at the tavern". Herah rolled their eyes "a red head. Mmm, red heads", he said glaring at their red hair. He winked, or maybe not? it was hard to tell with the eye patch. It took them a moment to realize they had red hair, were they blushing? They ran their hands through their red hair, feeling a bit awkward.

Sera saw the moment between them and couldn't resist interrupting. "you know, I'm surprised you're talking to us, Lady Herald" in her best taunting voice.

Herah was more confused about Bull's intended, flirting? than interested. He was the only other quanri and saw him more as a protector, since they are a mage and he is a warrior. They hadn't considered him romance material.

Sera words pierced them in the gut. "What?"

"Oh you know, you're avoiding us. Well, not Vivienne or that...... thing, cole"

"Oh..." Herah felt bad. They hadn't thought of it that way but yeah, they were distracted. Had been since arriving in Skyhold.

They looked down at the ground, kicking the sand. "I.. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... I've just been.."

"Busy getting your ass kicked by a giant red darkspawn...... thing" Bull interrupted.

Herah looked at him, grateful, smiling with their lips as well as their eyes.

"Yeah". They sighed, and looking at Sera who was squirming seeing another moment between them. "But still, I'm sorry Sera. I don't mean to hurt you. It's why I brought you. This whole.." they looked at their glowing left hand "..thing, has been one disaster after another." They looked at both Bull and Sera. "but you.. both of you, keep me sane. it's why I brought you".

Herah hadn't talked to them much one on one before, just a couple times at Haven and they were both surprised to hear the fondness of their voice.

"But why the egg?" Sera asked half heartidly.

They looked over at pacing Solas. "I, I don't know really. I just had a feeling i would learn something about him."

"Did you?" Bull asked.

"Yeah, I think so" they smiled, though he's still a mystery.

****

The next morning, all of them gathered and took Griffin Wing Keep for the Inquisition. Bull loved killing those venatori bastards. They all did, but Bull got the most pleasure out of it. Herah was glad they brought him.

"Shall we knock?" Herah asked after finishing off the guards outside the Keep.

"Ohh yeah" Bull replied with such joy in his tone.

They marked tasks to unlock at the war table, headed to Exiled Plains and back to Skyhold.

#im not clever enough for a title #this is probably bad sorry #if anyone has constructive criticsm pls lm #lmk*#it sucks doesnt help lol #herah adaar #herah adaar chapter 1 #ok to rb #if not terrible lol

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film watch day 31: Every Halloween Film

happy Halloween today i watched every Halloween film currently available to me. i couldnt get to rewatch Halloween 2018 but i already wrote about it a couple of weeks back so feel free to revisit that post. anyway, i watched ten Halloween movies today. It took around 17 hours. i started at 11:15am and im writing this now at 6 am.

so lets get to the post. for the most part i went in chronological order, except i chose to start with Rob Zombie’s remakes because i knew if i didnt id be finishing the day by watching them at the break of dawn and the idea of doing that was so fucking putrid to me that i decided to get them out of the way first.

Halloween (2007)

i hate this fucking movie. i mentioned in an ask the other day but im happy to repeat here, i dont hate the idea of expanding on Michael’s backstory. like the fact is we largely know his backstory, the issue is how this film chose to portray it. the original Halloween is frightening because its based around the idea that the seemingly safe, quiet suburbs are not as safe as they seem; you can be on a street youve known your entire life, only a few metres from your own home, and still at risk. the whole idea of showing Michael as a murderer when he was six is to tell us that anyone could be a threat, that our conventions that all killers are a particular kind of person is false.

Halloween 2007 says fuck that, we know what serial killers are, and theyre those poor kids who come from shitty neighbourhoods and have abusive parents and mothers who are sex workers. everything that Halloween brings to the table is fucking tedious, played out, and massively uninspired. it wants to bring us the truth about why Michael is like he is, but Rob Zombie’s only understanding of serial killers is in the cliche and exploitative. he has nothing honest about human nature to show us, only the exact same stories that have been fed to us by crime and horror movies past.

this film is incredibly loud and in fucking constant motion. even on steady shots of still scenes the camera constantly shakes, and in every other scene its always whirling around from tracking shot to panning over the scene to just idly zooming in and out of nothing. Zombie’s favourite shot is to have something large and out of focus in the foreground -- like some plants -- and to shoot the characters standing about six feet away muttering to themselves. every single fucking shot in this movie lingers too long, every scene drags a little longer than it needs to. this film moves with the pace that i would describe as “family guy gag”.

and this film is so loud. people are always talking or screaming, largely about nothing important or interesting. theres always music, but it never particularly adds anything; for reasons i fail to fucking understand the entirety of the original theme plays over mostly uninteresting tracking shots of a minor character walking around yelling filler lines about nothing.

the writing is horseshit. everyone in this film is vile, no one talks or behaves like real human beings. almost every exchange in this movie is the characters saying the exact same thing back and forth inanely, frequently punctuated by screaming FUCK as loudly as possible and talking about sex in a way that 40 year old men really really wished teenage girls talk about sex. Halloween (2007) is thoughtlessly gross and mean and nasty, disconnected from any kind of human sensitivity and empathy. it wants to be complicated and to be deep but its crushingly simplistic and stupid. the only thing that redeems it is that its not Halloween II (2009). speaking of which...

Halloween II (2009)

jesus christ this movie is so fucking boring. Halloween II is two hours long but feels like its about twenty hours long. i felt like i was watching this film for twenty days and twenty nights. i was trapped in an eternal purgatory with this movie.

i really cant fucking emphasise how boring this film is. endless scene after scene of nothing of consequence happening, uninteresting death scenes that add nothing, and Michael wandering around doing jack shit. Halloween II fucking made Michael Myers boring, and im saying this as someone who (as i repeat once every 8 seconds) has a tattoo of him. this film couldnt hold MY interest in two of my favourite characters of all time.

the big fun new addition from the first movie is the presence of Michael and Laurie’s mother as a kind of weird goth ghost guiding Michael to kill. i dont know why Michael had to be Jason Voorhees and be a mommy’s boy all of a sudden, but this addition brings absolutely nothing of interest to the film or to his character. its meant to be symbolic of fucking... something im sure, but it feels meaningless. somehow Michael and Laurie are both able to see and interact with this ghost and the ghost has an agenda to do... something? it feels about as intelligent and coherent as the bullshit cult of thorne shit from 6, but a lot less fun. at some point Michael Myers apparently has mind control powers?

not to repeat myself a hundred fucking times but this film is insanely unpleasant to watch. every scene someone is screaming, generally wailing “fuck you bitch” at anyone in their vicinity. this is two hours of people howling swear words at each other and not infrequently making rape jokes. Rob Zombie loves rape jokes! almost as much as he loves putting sexual assault in his movies over and over again for no reason.

there is nothing to enjoy in this film. theres nothing to gain. there is too much slow-mo and far too many strobe lights and absolutely nothing of any intelligence or grace. Halloween II is a thirteen year old boy in a korn T-shirt calling his mom a bitch while he draws zombies on the back of his homework, which he will get an F for because the only thing he wrote was “reading is for faggots”.

Halloween (1978)

what the fuck can i say. this is one of the greatest horror movies ever made, if not the greatest. its one of my favourite movies. its forty years old and still just as chilling and frightening as it ever was. it has some shot composition and cinematography thats up with the best ive ever seen, all while being shot on a budget of $300,000. it does more with less than just about any film, launched the slasher genre, shot Jamie Lee Curtis to stardom and created a pop culture icon that stayed strong for decades. its a masterclass in tension and suspense, a lean-cut perfectly paced film with heaps of atmosphere and character.

i love this film with a frantic passion that makes me unable to talk about it in a particularly helpful way. i cant “review” Halloween. I love this film beyond reason and sense and you either get it or you dont.

Halloween II (1981)

Halloween II is largely one of the less remembered entries in the franchise; its a decent enough movie, neither matching up to the highs of the original or the lows of the later films. its a pretty enjoyable little film, created under the logic of ‘well the first one did well, lets do the same thing again’. Carpenter wrote the script but didn’t direct, and while the film has a solid story, the directing lacks his signature flair. its hard to pinpoint, because the film is generally fairly well-shot, but lacks a kind of eye for shot composition that Carpenter made look easy, doesnt have as much patience for suspense.

on its own merits, theres still some great shots and great scenes in the movie. and a lot of really cool kills; II got a lot more creative with what Michael was capable of, and i think the boiling water drowning kill is rightfully pretty infamous.

this was the last Halloween movie Carpenter wrote, and it was the film where the idea of Laurie and Michael being siblings was introduced. and believe me ill defend this fucking decision to the grave. adding the human connection between Michael and Laurie gives a whole other layer to their relationship thats so fascinating to me, and i love that other films try to expand on the themes of family. in general, deciding that this film would continue to focus on Laurie and not do what later slashers did with bouncing around between different casts was a great fucking move, ironically for a franchise that was intended to be an anthology.

quietly exploring the aftermath of the first film was a good idea for a follow-up, and i especially really enjoy Loomis’ role in this movie, and his discussion about who Myers is. the biggest disappointment for me personally is that Laurie lacks a lot of presence in this film. Curtis is great, as always, but the movie dawdles on some side characters who are too disconnected from her to get a sense of what shes going through.

all that being said, Halloween II is decent. the ending is really great, with some really powerful shots. Michael bleeding from the eyes of his mask after Laurie shoots him is one of the best fucking images in horror and him swinging blindly as Laurie and Loomis slowly orchestrate his death is a fucking amazing scene. i have an immense fondness for this movie, with all its flaws. it brings a lot of really cool concepts to the table, and i think it deserves some appreciation.

heres a question tho; where the fuck were Laurie’s parents. theres a suggestion theyre missing, but theres no explanation why and we never hear from them. did michael kill them too? hello? mr and mrs strode? your daughter just fucking killed a guy and all her friends are dead. where the fuck are you.

Halloween III: Season of the Witch

Halloween III is infamous as being the Halloween movie that isn’t about Michael Myers at all. when it first released it was wildly unpopular and remained so for quite a while, but has had a surge in popularity over the last few years. i think just about every horror critic i know now considers Halloween III one of the best in the franchise. and to be fair to it, its a great little movie. not a slasher at all but rather a conspiracy thriller, Halloween III is all about the mystery of what the Silver Shamrock mask-making company are really up to, and why people are disappearing. its a weird and creative little movie, with some really fucking great practical effects that turn it from just being a thriller to being an all-out horror film. it has a few too many ineffective jumpscares and some of the plot twists are kind of disappointing and feel a little too much like the easy option -- and then others are so wildly bizarre no one would see them coming because theyre fucking completely out there. but i kind of love that sort of nonsense in a horror movie. like lets just have a fucking good time in here for once in our fucking lives.

Halloween III is not a perfect or even a really great movie, but yknow, fuck it. the idea that only perfect films are worth watching is dumb. i appreciate the weird shit this film tried and i think it deserves a lot more respect than what it got; if it had been released under another title it probably would have gone down as a classic instead of being derided for years, you ask me.

now things start going rapidly downhill

Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Myers

Halloween 4 is when Jamie is introduced as the new final girl; Laurie’s seven year old daughter, after Laurie herself died off-screen in a fucking car crash. the decision to kill off Laurie came from Jamie Lee Curtis decided not to return to the character and instead of recasting her, they went with just having her… die. off-screen. in the franchise where the previous two movies were about her triumph and determination to stay alive. like its the casual thoughtlessness of this that, the idea no one would give a shit a character returned, that in my eyes epitomises how fucking little anyone cared about this franchise going forward.

man the idea of Laurie dying completely irrelevant to Michael… thats a lot. anyway continuing on his quest to erase anyone related to him, Michael starts targeting his niece Jamie for the three movies in the franchise. this is where the series started rapidly losing any grip on reality. while Michael always had some kind of superhuman elements to him (he took six bullets to the chest and survived in the first movie) these became increasingly wildly exaggerated. now hes crushing peoples skulls with his bare hands shit like what the fuck. first of all do that to me and secondly, it was this kind of slide into unreality that let the supernatural elements of the series creep in further until you end up with the shitshow that is Halloween 6. like it was the decrease in the impact of violence and human life that really fucked this franchise over.

this film is not great. its a definite decline in quality after 2 and was on the slippery slope downwards. it has some high points, primarily in Dr Loomis. Donald Pleasance is a better actor than most movies deserve and brings gravitas to a role that in the hands of a less capable actor would be laughable. his sincere plea to Michael at one point to just kill him instead of going after Jamie is honestly fucking tragic.

outside of that, the film isnt massively interesting. Michael himself isnt particularly threatening or engaging, and his mask looks like shit in this film. the characters in this film are largely very stupid, also, which doesnt help anything much.

Halloween 5: The Revenge of Michael Myers

if theres a Halloween movie people talk about the least, its this one. II has the sibling twist, III is the black sheep, 4 is the return, even 6 gets talked about for its troubled production history. no one has anything to say about Halloween 5. and thats mostly because there is fucking nothing to say about Halloween 5. it is a relentlessly fucking dull movie that pads out its 100 minute run time with endless unnecessary scenes of shit that does… nothing. this film is dull in a way that i find incredibly detestable. i cant even watch it through a haze of impassioned anger like i can with the also incredible dull Halloween II (2009). its just fucking boring. every single scene drags like its trying to walk on two broken legs. the plot is so bare bones its nonsensical. it constantly adds new characters and new elements but all that does is makes it more incoherent and confusing. watching this movie i literally found my fucking eyes glazing over in my skull. if this film was edited correctly it would be twenty minutes long. i cannot fucking emphasise enough how much of relentless slog it is. Halloween 4 was dull but even that had the lifeline of ‘some cool ideas’. Halloween 5 is nothing. Halloween 5 is puddle dirt water.

Halloween 6: The Curse of Michael Myers

if Halloween 5 is puddle dirt water Halloween 6 is just a fresh hot glass of piss. there are two versions of Halloween 6, the director’s cut and the theatrical release, and both are wretched. this film went full ham with introducing the supernatural elements, telling us that Michael was his whole life psychically controlled by a pagan cult called the Cult of Thorne in order to make Halloween scary again or summon the devil or who fucking cares. this movie is fucking insufferably dull, totally absurd, and wildly unsympathetic. i loathe Halloween 6 and every terrible, stupid plot decision it makes. Paul Rudd defeats Michael Myers by drawing druid symbols on the ground and Michael just gives up and lies down. theres a baby that does nothing and serves no purpose. Halloween is apparently banned in Haddonfield, which makes this more closely related to Footloose than Halloween i think. this film takes itself incredibly seriously while spouting nothing but total fucking bullshit drivel and i dont believe that anyone involved in this movie, from the cast to the cameraman to the guy who served the lunch had any faith in this movie outside of the vague hope it might make money and i wish this movie had been burned at the stake. also i hate Paul Rudd.

Halloween H20: 20 Years Later

oh thank fucking god finally some good fucking food. Halloween H20 took the decision to retcon all the sequels (except II) twenty years before Halloween 2018, proving that everyone knew 5 and 6 were fucking mistakes.

this film loses a lot of the Halloween feeling in favour of making a more generic late 1990s/early 2000s style horror. theres nothing particularly interesting about the way this movie is directed or shot, the music is largely very generic, it has a generally uninteresting glossy quality to it that studio movies always do. its very obvious this movie was inspired by Scream and it looks a lot more like Scream than it does Halloween. all of this makes me kind of sad, but other films in the franchise have proved that other directors generally are not capable of imitating Carpenter’s style so maybe its better they dont really try.

what H20 does so well, and the reason i love it so much, is that it explores the relationship between Michael and Laurie, which is something im endlessly fascinated with. this was the first movie to have Laurie shake off her fear and rise up against Michael, and while it doesnt do it with quite as much depth and intelligence as Halloween 2018, it still has a fucking good crack at Laurie’s character, and its still powerful watching her turn on the man who terrorised her for years. Michael is great in this movie too; while he has a terrible mask, watching him back on his shit as a furious force of nature who wants nothing more than to destroy anyone who gets in his way.

honestly i kind of enjoy having a Halloween in a different style; theres something fun about seeing characters recontextualised and done with justice and empathy. most of the Halloween sequels before this one (and after, looking at Resurrection) are shallow, unconcerned with any kind of emotional depth or personality. and while a lot of the stock filler characters in H20 who are lined up for the chopping block arent that interesting and dont particularly standout, watching Jamie Lee Curtis’ performance and seeing her interplay with Michael is enough. and most of the side characters arent particularly annoying, which is more than i can say for half this franchise.

this film also has what is one of my absolute favourite endings in a movie ever; the final confrontation between Michael and Laurie has a particular interaction between them that i absolutely adore and that alone is enough to make this movie one of my favourites.

H20 isnt perfect; it weirdly feels like a blueprint that Halloween 2018 would later refine into a better movie, but the idea its going to be completely disregarded for Halloween 2018 in the future makes me a little sad. in the face of so many fucking mediocre and awful Halloween sequels it did the right thing in trying to focus on what actually mattered; the connection between Michael and Laurie, although i dont feel like it succeeded in making Michael as scary as 2018 would much later. that said, the shot where Michael and Laurie just stare at each other through the glass of a window? that gives me chills every time. and hearing the Halloween theme kick in as Laurie marches off into the school with an axe looking for Michael is so fucking triumphant.

i love H20 even if Michael’s mask looks like his hair was dunked in a bucket of water and then gently blow-dried. i have no idea why it looks so fucking stupid in this movie. why is it so hard to get Michael’s mask right. you wouldnt think it was that fucking hard. anyway, i really fucking love Laurie Strode a lot, which didnt help to make Resurrection any easier to swallow.

Halloween: Resurrection

so whats the obvious thing to do after you have a movie where the power and emotion all comes from the emotional catharsis of seeing a woman get her vengeance on her tormentor? you, uh, make a sequel in which she is immediately defeated and pointlessly killed after its revealed her victory at the end of the previous film was entirely false, and then you never return to focus on her and instead introduce a horde of entirely uninteresting stock characters. yeah, makes sense.

Resurrection is fucking incredibly stupid, in the kind of fucking hysterical way only really bad horror movies can capture. theres absolutely nothing of Halloween in this other than the presence of Michael, who just as easily could have been replaced with anyone or anything. the story has a group of people on a reality show staying in the Myers house to… stay there? its not entirely clear what the challenge is meant to be, other than to just be inside the house, which i imagine gets to be pretty dull viewing pretty quickly. theres no suggestion theyre like, hunting for ghosts or something along those lines, theyre just… looking at stuff.

Michael slopes around this movie like he doesnt fucking understand where he is or whats going on, an entirely out of place relic of better times past while the cast cavorts around him doing nothing of interest and having no plots or characterisation to speak of. the film has exactly two or three funny moments, including the legendary ‘Michael Myers getting electrocuted in the dick by Busta Rhymes’, but youre way, way better off just looking that up on youtube instead of watching this movie. there is an hour of pointless plot development about characters no one cares about until Michael starts fucking killing people. this movie shouldnt exist and we should all go back to pretending it doesnt.

and thats it. thats all the halloween films. i can die now.

#rantsfilmwatch #this is around 4000 words long so yknow consider yourself warned

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Sleepovers with NCT Dream

anon asked: Am I allowed to request sleepover/slumber parties with NCT Dream? Just somethin cute n fluffy

okay so i’m not sure if this is like each individual member or with the group as a whole so i did...both?

uh for each of them the other members aren’t present because just...assume that the specific member kicked them out for the night or they dont wanna bother member/reader haha

under the cut

mark

“fight me mark lee”

you regret the words like...as soon as they leave you because the moment you finish your sentence you get a face full of pillow

youd forgotten your clothes in the excitement of being able to sleepover at your boyfriend’s so long story short you’re decked out in one of his thinner t-shirts and a pair of his sweatpants

moments before disaster (aka The Pillow) struck you’d been chilling out on the couch and you both were pigging out just watching tv or something

then mark decided to s t e a l a c h i p f r o m y o u r b o w l

you couldn’t just TAKE THAT

so yeah you mouth off and then get pillowed in the face and after the initial shock wears off you kinda just calmly get up and walk slowly towards the kitchen counter to put your food away so it doesnt spill

all the while mark is shaking in his boots the fear is BUILDING

because hes going over the scenarios of what you might do next in his head he doesnt notice you discretely picking up a pillow

he does feel it tho when you hit him upside the head with it

W A R ensues its like... Armageddon

until you pin mark down because hes laughing way too hard to fight back

“cry uncle” “NEVER” tickles him once “uNCLE”

he calls for a truce and you give him one with a warning about stealing food and hes like ok fine ill get my own chips next time and you guys resume watching the movie

his arms around you and youre just using him as a headrest/backrest and its overall a really soft time tbh

mark is really comfortable tbh

and you guys have been dating for a while (dream’s parents) so it’s just like a normal date, practically

its just really chill like you guys dont do much other than marathon movies and pillow fight and pig out

and make small talk

and steal kisses

playing random games like ispy or something just seems like a mark thing

planning future hang outs and dates lol

“hey on our next date im taking you out to dinner” “and a movie” “you bet” “mark i was kiddi-” “its my treat”

it gets late fast though (time flies when you’re having fun) and you notice this and look over to say that maybe you guys should sleep only to find your bf knocked out on the other side of the couch

again

you cant help but smile at the sight

he’s so overworked, you don’t have the heart to wake him up

instead you turn off the tv, put up all the foodstuffs and clean the area quickly, put the pillows up and lay a pillow out on the ground by the couch and find a blanket and then turn off the lights before lying down

when mark wakes up the next morning he wakes up before you and sighs before stepping over you lightly to brush and stuff and to pour cereal for the two of you (hes not even going to TRY to cook)

once you wake up hes like “why didnt you wake me i wouldve taken the floor” and youre just like “yeah thats why i didnt wake you” and he just shakes his head because he cant argue with you and honestly hes

kinda touched, just a little

you have to leave all too soon but you dont go before getting a goodbye kiss and a promise to have another sleepover very soon

just....soft..soft times

renjun

board game central

hes just

head in the game lolol (dont kill me for that joke)

monopoly? clue? sorry? you name it he’s got it like...this boy doesn’t play when it comes to board games

no pun intended

the first half of the night is just you guys playing random board games as best you can with just two people

and then he brings out the chess board

that’s when it gets bumpin tbh

by bumpin i mean you and your boyfriend nearly wring each others throats during the match...but with your minds...because neither of you are speaking you’re THAT concentrated

it’s.....2 hours long

and in the end you guys have to call a draw and like you sit back and just stare at each other blinking and eventually renjun speaks

and his voice is hoarse because neither of you have spoken in a while and the first thing he says (very matter-of-factly, too) is “i’m going to flip the board now”

and you just go “go ahead” hoarsely as well because you’re just in mild shock that nobody won that intense ass match

he flips the board and looks up and stares at you and you stare back and suddenly the two of you are crying of laughter like

majorly uncontrollable you’re just rolling on the floor wheezing

after you both calm down renjun goes to the kitchen to find something to eat and he’s like “it’s 1 in the morning oh my god we haven’t even eaten dinner what the heck” and that sends you into another fit of laughter

“wait but we still have to have like a pillow fight and watch dumb romcoms and horrors and stuff we have so much to do and so little time” “renjun we don’t have to do all the cliche sleepover stuff” “ok but consider this: itll be fun” “its like ass thirty in the morning though/??” “are you saying we cant do it because if so now we HAVE to do it” “...you get the pillows i’ll get the popcorn put the worst movie you can find into the dvd player”

after a few movies its like 5: 30 am and the two of you are still awake

“are you still up” “no are you” “no”

neither of you wants to be the first to fall asleep

competitive couple af

you guys start a two person game of truth or dare and it ends up getting mushy because for a truth renjun asks you like how you knew you wanted to date him

and you get serious and stuff (which he didn’t foresee he expected an answer like “well you look like moomin and like....i love moomin”) and you come at him with like “when i started noticing that your eyes sparkle when you sing and just how happy you make other people and how you love what you do and how-”

he attacks you with a massive hug because oh my god you’re so sweet he’s getting a cavity

“i like you a lot, you know” “i’d hope so i just ate like 90% of your snack stash renjun” “i take that back”

you guys are still awake when mark comes back to the dorm

when he gets out of the shower, however, is a different story - you and renjun are dead asleep while sitting on the couch, awkwardly wrapped around each other

a photoshoot courtesy of mark’s phone camera ensues

(mark goes to sleep to ice cubes in his pillow that night, courtesy of you and renjun)

jeno

king of planning

like he mentally knows everything that can and will go wrong and stuff and knows where the extra pillows and blankets are and is aware of what you’re gonna wanna do and just...he Knows

the first thing you guys do when you get to the dorm is bake brownies

he makes sure to take videos of the whole process and send them to the other members

jeno: guess what yall are missing out on ;) jisung: i hate this family

the kind of bf to try to feed you the brownies and get the food literally everywhere but your mouth

for as put together as he is you guys end up having brownies and ice cream for dinner lol neither of you can be bothered to cook dinner

“babe should we order out” “i mean you can if you want to” “...but jenoooo that means getting up and getting to my phone” “that’s what i thought”

has a cache of games and movies and shows

“take your pick”

you guys end up playing random card games like ERS or blackjack for a while

it honestly is never boring tho because you and jeno are just so comfortable with each other every moment is great no matter what you’re doing

i feel like jeno’s the kind of guy to call his SO a bunch of cute nicknames like he just wants you to know how cute he thinks you are and he does that thru nicknames

“love...” “babe...” “sweetheart...”

after a while though you run out of card games to play and jeno’s about to suggest watching something on tv when he sees your expression

“...what’s on your mind” “...we could mess with your members a little...” “prank calls?” “you know me so well”

within an hour the two of you have convinced yuta that aliens are real and can use cellphones and gotten taeyong to believe that “swag” is a polish swear word and that donghyuck needs to be punished whenever he says it

and jaemin thinks he’s being relentlessly contacted by clowns from a circus in the next town over who think that he’s stolen their tiny car

you guys pass more time just talking and stuff

and putting on songs and dancing to them it’s Good Fun

he makes you take his bed and sleeps on the floor in a sleeping bag

you feel awful about it though so when you’re sure he asleep you go find the other sleeping bag and take your pillow and sleep beside him on the floor

he’s super shook when he wakes up but when he realizes that you didn’t want him to be lonely on the floor his smile is as bright as the sun

texts his friends for help on how to cook a nice breakfast

jeno: yo does anyone know how to make breakfast haechan: yeah jeno: cool what are the directions haechan: i didn’t say i’d give them to you

by this time you’re awake and just like “ok let me handle breakfast”

the two of you just end up eating plain rice and eggs (because you aren’t confident in your kitchen skills) and giggling over the crappy pictures you’re taking of each other eating

all in all the perfect date/sleepover

haechan

the moment you walk in the first thing that happens is that haechan pulls you into a hug

the second thing that happens is he holds you at an arm’s length, looks you straight in the eyes, and goes “we have to make a pillow fort”

you 100% agree it’s a necessity

after putting your bag down on the kitchen he basically drags you to the living room

the couch gets pushed back against the wall, the coffee table is moved to the side and chairs are moved back so there’s just a big floorspace directly in front of the tv

“let’s use four chairs as like pillars to hold up the blankets and bring all our food, phones, everything in so we don’t have to leave the fort the whole night” “i like the way you think.. we should go out some time, get to know each other better” “hyuck we’re dating”

i feel like haechan’s the type to be reserved with pda and stick to handholding (only sometimes, even then) because he’s embarrassed around the other members because they like teasing y’all

BUT when you guys are alone he’s totally different

like after the fort is finished and there are blankets above your heads and you’re both changed into makeshift pjs (just shorts and shirts tbh) and theres pillows around the fort’s perimeter and the tv is on he’ll like

grab whatever you’re currently eating and hold it up and whenever you lean over to reach it he’ll just lean back or move it just out of your reach again

“give it backkkk” “only if you kiss me” “...honestly i was going to do that anyways but now that you’re asking i don’t want to”

leaning into him and him closing his eyes because he expects a kiss and his arm naturally lowering lolol you grab the food and move back without even a peck on the cheek

a pouty haechan emerges

he wont talk to you again unless you kiss him and youre like ugh this big baby

but you dont wanna spend the whole night conversationless so you comply and he pulls you in

suddenly yall are rolling around in the fort laughing and having a play fight just cute af tbh

“hey hyuck we have approximately 9 hours before the other guys come back and i have to go and we have to sleep sometime so we basically have 3 hours to pull some amazing prank” “not to worry, sweetheart - i already have an idea”

and thats when you two set about to turn literally everything upside down in everyone’s rooms

it takes forever because he puts music on while you guys are working and you both end up ballroom dancing to michael jackson

once its done neither of you can breathe from laughing so hard

he makes a really quick dinner and the two of you eat it in the fort

while trading stories from the past couple weeks

“so you’re telling me she just...drank the entire cup of coffee after pouring two monster energies into it” “yeah she straight up chugged it i was in AWE”

all of this is done facing each other while holding hands on one side and eating with the other

“hey is that my shirt” “might be? i just found it in my drawers” “it’s definitely mine” “no wonder it’s so soft”

you guys fall asleep really late (or early, depending on how you look at it) because you spend so much time just TALKING

there’s 80s movies playing on the tv in the background

you fall asleep on your pillow but wake up like sideways using haechan’s chest as a footrest or something just...weird sleep position couple

the two of you wake up to confused exclamations from the other members

“hey maybe we should eat breakfast somewhere else so they don’t kill us for the upside downness” “get your keys i’ll grab money”

jaemin

buys a telescope just for your sleepover

“what’s the point of having a roof if you can’t climb on top of it and stargaze”

has you go up the stairs to the roof first so he can keep a steady hand on your back since the stairs are narrow

you guys have to make like three trips up and down from the roof before settling down

the first trip you guys set the telescope and blankets up and you go down because you need to go back and bring the food up

the second time is because you have to bring pillows up

the third time is because jaemin forgets his phone oops

its still kind of light out when you guys get up on the roof so you pass time by taking selfies and talking and stuff

its cold af outside and youre freezing despite your jacket so jaemin bundles the both of you up in a blanket (or 4)

“so the best time to watch the meteor shower is between midnight and dawn but we can just look at other cool spacey stuff before then” “why would i look at other stars when the brightest star is right in front of me” “that’s the cheesiest thing i’ve ever heard i’m breaking up with you” “aw jaemin you know you love me”

you have to stop him from trying to eat what is essentially just a whole bunch of tomatoes in rice paper in one bite

jaemin forgets to bring games up to the roof and hes too lazy to go downstairs and get anything

youre not bored anyways tho

once it gets darker you guys start pointing out some cool stars and constellations

“babe it’s orion’s belt” “nana look at that star, it looks so bright!” “almost as bright as you” “i already said that about you earlier, try again”

play fighting over the telescope

he lets you look first though

when the meteor shower starts you’re both in serious awe

“can you believe that we’re so small and just..tiny and pliable and insignificant in this universe and there are huge things like meteors just streaking through this vast space of nothingness and just wow” “i’m just glad i exist at the same time as you” “jaemin that’s...that’s not even corny or anything that’s just super cute i can’t even make fun of you for it” “it’s true, though”

both of you forget to take videos of the shower

because you’re just enthralled with the fact that the literal sky is like...on fire and shit

jaemin the type to press chaste kisses to your cheek and pull you ever closer to him at random intervals

Soft BF Alert

eating dinner while watching

he points at like every meteor and is like “look at it goooo”

“gotta go fast” “jae if it was possible to literally delete somebody i’d do that right now...blocked” “you love me”

sings under his breath and you record a vid of him doing it without him knowing because its so cute and just...hes so good at singing youre shook

once it starts getting really late and youre yawning and stuff hes like ok maybe we should go downstairs and sleep

it takes two trips to get everything back down to the dorm rip

at least jaemin doesnt forget his phone this time

once you guys get back neither of you can decide who gets the bed

“you can have it babe i sleep here everyday” “no way i cant do that to you, ill take the floor i practically live here its like home”

its wayyy too late to argue tho you both end up sharing the bed

overall an amazing date like???? meteor shower AND a sleepover with your bf in one night?

thats one successful night

chenle

theres an unspoken meme war between the two of you

like nobody really mentions it its there...looming...constantly...

meme war as in you guys constantly taken ABSOLUTELY HORRENDOUS pictures of each other and use them as reaction images

throughout the night each of you take/send pics of each other to the other dream members

“we should cuddle” “ok how do i know youre not gonna like...lick me or something for a picture of my expression” “you...well you dont but-”

you convince him to watch the ouija movies that are out

he makes it through them but like...

chenle’s either screaming throughout the whole movie or totally shell shocked and you’re just lol @ him

“this isn’t even that scary” “speak for yourself” “i am - come out from under the blanket babe i swear it’s not that scary”

after the movies he’s like “im never letting you choose what to do ever again ever” and you get him saying it on video for the Jokes

its his turn to choose

his immediate response is karaoke

chenle sets everything up for it while you order in dinner because lbr neither of you are looking up the directions to anything with cooking

he screams directly into the mic while youre on the phone to test it

(and takes a pic of your eyes going wide and you jumping a little bit)

“is everything alright on your side” “yeah just ...make that three orders of chicken im gonna be eating my woes away tonight”

chenle gets out the hoverboard and tries to teach you the dance moves to chewing gum

that quickly stops because you fall onto him

twice

within a span of four and a half minutes

nobodys there to roast though so you guys laugh as hard as you want

a lot of screaming

you love his laugh its so bright and happy just!!! wow

ngl since you started dating him his laugh kind of influenced yours so you laugh a lot louder than you did before chenle

when your food comes in youre too busy screaming lyrics to a song to get the door so chenle grabs the food

and tips the deliveryboy even more than he usually would

“you’re going to scare away the neighbors with that singing” “i’m surprised people still live here after you moved in chenle, dolphin sounding little-”

eating on the floor while facing each other

“close your mouth while chewing” “ok hon but to tell me that you spoke while eating” “listen, zhong chenle-”

having a staring contest

loser has to wash dishes

spoiler alert: you lose because he starts smiling and you cant stare straight at him when he smiles without smiling back and blinking really hard its like looking straight at the actual sun

hes super loving and cuddly so while youre washing dishes chenle backhugs you instead of cleaning up the karaoke equipment

“yah you’re sidetracking me” “we should dance instead of being boring and washing dishes like an old married couple” “you can dance while i’m being productive”

he does just that - tries to sidetrack you EVEN MORE by dancing ridiculously while you try to wash dishes

ends up in a soap and water fight

i feel like chenle would sleep a little earlier than the other guys so when youre done cleaning up your (late) dinner and hes done mopping the floor of the remnants of soap hes like maybe we should sleep

you agree because its almost like 1 am and youre tired too

pulling out a big family size sleeping bag in the middle of the living room floor and finding pillows

putting on light instrumental sleep music

waking up to chenle taking like a million pictures of your terrible bedhead and sending them to all of his friends

chenle’s just so fun to be around alfskjdk

jisung

ngl i feel like the night would start off just a little bit awk with jisung

like not awkward to where no conversation is being made awkward just more like small talk while sitting a good foot away from each other on the couch and friends is running on the tv in the background awkward

you get tired of that really fast tho

bc you and jisung have been best friends for a g e s it shouldnt be like this

so you bean him with a throw pillow

straight upside the head like hes an alarm clock that wont shut up

it takes him a second to react but once he does its chaos

he hits you back with like twice as much speed and power

suddenly both of you are on the floor fending for yourselves while trying to attack the other

you fight valiantly but hes just

so dang tall that eventually he grabs the weaponized pillow right out of your hand and holds it way high above your head

“checkmate” “...oh shut up :/”

after that though its a lot more comfortable like you settle into your usual pattern of relentlessly teasing each other

“lets put on mickey mouse cartoons jisung you’ll be able to relate” “are you even tall enough to see the tv” “not everyone can be a beansprout”

jisung pops popcorn for the movies and instead of eating it while watching the movie the two of you just throw kernels at each other and laugh at how dumb the other looks with popcorn in their hair

after a while jisung’s like “we should go out back there’s like... a singular tree and some grass and we can just chill” and you’re like well that’s new in the city so it’s a good opportunity so you agree

bringing a needle and thread outside so you can sew together flower crowns of leaves, grass, and dandelions

jisung leans against the tree while watching you make a mildly lopsided crown

he cant help but laugh when you put it on his head

“hold on im gonna take a picture” “do i look like a beautiful princess” “like a model, jisung, the prettiest princess ever” “will you be the frog to my princess?” “that’s the worst pick up line i’ve ever heard i’m considering taking back my flower crown”

you almost go inside after that but jisung’s like wait what about a flower crown for you

and you’re like oh i forgot i wasn’t really focusing on making one for myself haha

so jisung takes the needle and thread and makes you one

it’s not as pretty as the one that’s on his head but itll do

taking like 20 selfies together with the flower crowns before going back inside

after that he teaches you some of the nct dances

including stuff from the other subunits

“can you teach me taeil-ssi’s cheerleader dance from paju” “...this lesson is over”

jisung making rice and meat for dinner

you fry vegetables and try your hardest not to make anything explode

afterwards you’re lying down on the couch and he’s on the floor below you

the lights are out and its been a while since theyve been off

youre halfway asleep when

“i know youre my best friend but i think i want to date you”

aaaaand youre wide awake again

“wait, jisung, what?” “i thouGHT YOU WERE ASLEEP OH NO” “did i hear you correctly???” “im so sorry i’ll-” “i like you too you absolute idiot oh my god i cant believe neither of us said anything i-” “-move to cuba and change my name you’ll never have to hear from me again-” “-we are SO DUMB wow okay well we have to get together now its the next logical step-” “-and i’ll cut all connection off and. wait. wait, you like me back?” “-and. dude wait have you not been listening to me at all?? yes??”

and that kids is how you and jisung end up together

jisung texts all of his members before you both really do go to sleep (after an awkward hug and a massive bout of embarrassed laughter) that he finally confessed

you wake up to 89 texts and 2 missed calls

“taeyong says i have to keep you safe and make sure you eat three square meals a day” “is it disrespectful if i block my hyung and surrogate mother”

!! youre dating park jisung congr a t s

ALL OF NCT DREAM

you open the door immediately to hug bombardment by chenle and jaemin

mark closes it behind you (and shrugs apologetically) considering you cant because youre sandwiched in between the two other members

the first thing all of you do is eat because haechan’s made dinner (with, as jeno keeps reminding everyone, jeno’s help)

hc: all he did was heat the water jn: but it was necessary and helpful, wasn’t it

the second order of business is to push everything out of the way in the living room so the floorspace is entirely open

there are, after all, eight people there and its getting tight on the chairs

everyones just like eliminate the seating options and thats best - then everyone will just have to sit on the floor

you: so whats next rj: lets play monopoly everyone, collectively: NO mk: i still have nightmares from last time

jisung suggests twister and everyone (foolishly) agrees

jaemin calls out the colors and limbs and soon you find your left arm reaching over chenle’s right leg and your legs trapped under jisung’s torso

hc, monotonously but muffled as his face is somewhere under renjun’s right armpit: wow this is so wild

after that ends badly (mark nearly suffocates from jeno’s left foot being literally in his mouth) everyone agrees on never taking a suggestion from jisung again (including jisung)

you suggest a movie marathon and everyone throws pillows at you because that’s “basic”

jm: what about truth or dare jn: wow nana that’s actually a good idea jm: im going to ignore your tone and take it as a compliment anyways

truth or dare quickly causes everyone to become absolute messes because stuff like this happens -

you: renjun, truth or dare rj: truth you: so if you had to gently caress anyone here’s bellybutton, whose bellybutton would it be rj: i

mark and haechan and chenle can each barely breathe because theyre laughing too hard

meanwhile renjun’s mentally going through his brain files of everyone’s bellybuttons and ruing the day he was born, not necessarily in that order

jeno’s videotaping the entire game for future blackmail

hc: jisung if everyone here was a redwood tree who would you set on fire js: you hc: you..you couldnt have hesitated? for even just a secon d

jn: chenle go out in the street and yodel cl: you didnt even ask me truth or d- jn: do it

by the time truth or dare ends its pretty late but youre all way too hopped up on each others embarrassment and general having fun with friends to sleep

cl: karaoke? hc: karaoke. you: maybe karaoke will be our always

the noise level grows like exponentially once karaoke comes on

and it was already pretty freaking loud to start out with

mark’s halfway through a particularly soulful rendition of eminem’s lose yourself when you take a look at the clock

you: guys its almost 3 in the morning jm: sleep is for the WEAK js: chenle’s been knocked out for at least a half hour jm: exactly

mark and jeno move chenle onto the couch and put a blanket over him while you, haechan, and renjun set up sleeping bags and pillow and blankets on the living room floor

jaemin and jisung turn the music off and make sure the kitchen and everything is clean (and twister is put away)

you turn off the lights and lie down in the bag between mark and renjun

you: we should do this another time jm: minus the twister everyone: minus the twister

jeno wakes you up by stepping on your stomach the next morning while trying to escape renjun and his Pillow of Wrath

the pillow fight’s a little late but hey

8 am is better late than never

a quick breakfast is had while everyone takes turns brushing/showering/changing and it hits 10 am quicker than expected

everyones sad when you have to go back home but!! you all had fun and thats what counts

youre not surprised when mark texts the group chat later about hanging out again soon

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I really hope it wasn't (just an experiment)

Chapter 6:

"Do you want to get popcorn?", Clayx asked, arm wrapped around Alec.

" Sure, I'll pay.", he smiled up at the taller boy, as the couple made their way to the queue.

Alec and Calyx had been dating for a little over two weeks. They had been on numerous 'official dates' and a few lazy ones, spent indoors. Albeit, today they had decided on a traditional movie on the big screen.

As they stood in line, from his spot slightly behind Calyx, Alec looked over his boyfriend. The word was still foreign on Alec's tongue. Calyx was wearing a stormy grey jeans under a pale green t - shirt, which emphasised his pale eyes. It had been the feature that had first draw Alec to him. Even niw, Calyx was a great boyfriend, caring and fun to be with. They both had moved their lives to fit each other fairly easily. With them spending lunches in school library together, or with friends, alternating between Calyx's trio and Alec's group. Perhaps a bit awkward on Calyx's friend's part, but they could work around that. Everything was going smoothly, it was nothing like being with Magnus, where Alec was swept away from one emotion to the next. Alec's and Magnus's something had been like hurricane. Wild and thrilling, filled with equal amounts of pain and pleasure. The pair had also gained attention in school as the mirroring couple, not due to their personalities, which were thoughtful and sweet to each other, but because of their looks.

Alec's dark hair and hazel eyes were a direct contrast to Calyx's pale eyes and light hair. Being in a relationship with Calyx was calm, pleasant. Alec's relaxed tenor, had been obvious to Izzy and Jace too, the serenity was due to Calyx and Alec having had no petty squabbles. The relationship consisted of kissing and holding hands, even dry humping each other twice, but had always stopped there.

Alec wasn't going to succumb to wild passion again, is what he told himself, never truly asking himself if there was any indication of a wild passion towards Calyx. Magnus on the other hand, had coincidentally vanished the first three days of Alec's relationship, drivng Alec insane with worry, as no one seemed to know where he was. It was only when Magnus had texted the second day into said disappearance, that Alec had calmed down. It had been a simple sentence:

Broke my phone, am sick, will see you.

Alec had immediately responded, asking if he needed anything, only to be called by Ragnor, "It's my phone. Dont use it as a way station.", he growled, before clicking the phone off and blocking Alec's number.

Aggrieved, but helpless, Alec had left Magnus to his own devices. While, a day later, he had slid back into Alec's newly changed routine seamlessly, the whole endeavour forgotten shortly. -------------------------------+--

As Magnus sat in his arm chair, staring at the view, Ragnor stormed over, snatching the glass of whisky and something stronger from his hands.

" Magnus that's enough.", he snapped, "You can't keep destroying yourself over that boy.".

" I'm fine.", Magnus drawled, waving away his green obsessed friend's concern.

"It's just liquid courage.", he said, picking his way over the apartment. Reaching the table scattered with alcoholic bottles, he picked up various ones and began mixing a cloudy concoction. " I'll just be sipping tonight, I promise.", he added, sipping the drink, then proceeding to wrinkle his nose and adding more whisky.

Magnus thought he had done pretty well, considering circumstances. After all, he had seen the man he loved in someone's else's arms. In someone else's mouth. That day, a few weeks ago, he had walked all the way home, opened his cabinet and swallowed his miseries. Ragnor had found him the next afternoon, leaning against the very same cabinet, legs outstretched, griping a bottle of expensive wine, as he sat with salty tracks mapping his face. Melancholy and extremely drunk, Magnus had spilled everything onto Ragnor in return for the silence his friend would give. Which he immediately got, because Ragnor didn't say a word, just gently hauled Magnus into bed, prying the bottle from his grip and clicking off the lights. "Sleep you drunken fool." Magnus had given himself two more days to wallow in self pity, during which he had hastily patched up his tattered heart,and henceforth gotten on with life. After all the result had been the obvious end to his own shortcomings. Magnus had pushed Alec away. It was only fair he let Alec move on.

The preceding events brought them here, some minutes prior to the journey they were to traverse in order to reach a newly opened club/ bar: The Institute. The reason for this colloquial affair was of course, the mutual get together of platonic friends. Platonic friends which included Alec and his boyfriend.

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Alec once again , stood under flashing lights and pounding music. Surveying the club, a species that Alec had successfully avoided for more, or less nineteen years. Yet here he was, in the span of a few months frequenting the haunt of a similar brand. This brand, however, was restrained in comparison to Pandemonium. It had none of the overzealous allure, or heady attraction.

Alec sat in a booth next to Calyx, eyes flicking over the entrance for the rest of his group. He had on a black t - shirt that clung to his skin, over artfully frayed blue jeans revealing slivers of toned lower thighs, while his hair was arranged in an out of the bottle, bed head look. He told himself he was searching for all the awaited members of his usual entourage.

As said entourage came into view, Alec's eyes automatically fell on Magnus. He had put in extra effort. Wearing a finely meshed, netted tank top, Magnus had left nothing to the imagination. His hands were adorned in wrist length leather gloves, while black leather pants clung to his skin outlining each curve and hollow. Alec clenched his hands, coolly reminding himself of his boyfriend. Magnus's arms supported the usual twine bracelets and his hair was streaked with glittery purple. Face done up in a peacock theme, designs arched around his eyes like a mask. It was a composition of varying hues of greens, blues and golds, placing Magnus's eyes at the center of attention. Trapping all who dared gaze directly into their depths. He was merely assessing, Alec reaasured himself as he bacame aware of his own lengthy stare. Proving a point to himself he glanced at the rest in order to asses them too. Try as he mighg hiis mind recorded nothing.

Guiltily, Alec looked back, as Calyx squeezed his thigh a little harder than necessary. "Want to dance?", he asked abruptly, already pulling Calyx into the crowd. He could not have Magnus in front of him, he did not know why and did not linger on the thought. Hence, that is how the night went for Alec, who flashed guarded smiles and the occasional surprised laughter, which Magnus had pried from him by recalling an amusing anecdote, or repeating an exaggerated joke. Alec found these bursts of laughter were always accompanied by a twinge of pain, which only deepened as the night wore on. -------------------------------+--

The night was even more torturous than Magnus had imagined, with Alec wearing that thin cloth. With his boyfriend looking straight at Magnus before leaning closer, touching his bicep, neck and thigh. Magnus ground his teeth, his control was undoubtedly unraveling. And it was all it took for Magnus to keep for smashing Calyx's teeth in. Picking up on Magnus's deteriorating mood, Ragnor soon excused them both, muttering about the need to finish a paper due in tomorrow for their joint class. Nevertheless, all Magnus saw was Alec's wide eyes and flushed face, as Calyx swept a tongue over his lip and licked the drop of wine. While. Looking. At. Magnus. Magnus began to tremble with rage. How dare he taunt him?

Covering up his jealousy, Magnus gave the group a dramatic wink, intending to rile Calyx, never once looking back he sauntered off, hips swaying more prominently than they usually did. -------------------------------+--

Hearing Calyx slam the glass on the table, Alec jerked his eyes back, blushing in humiliation. He had been staring at Magnus's retreating form. Alec was a asshole, he'd had his boyfriend next to him and had been staring at another guy - at Magnus.

"So you're obviously not over Magnus, are you?", Calyx demanded, voice hard. Alec opened his mouth to deny his statement, but stopped, unsure. The sudden pause and heavy silence was statement enough.

" I can't believe I let you string me along. I liked you Alec.", he said voice breaking slightly. The pain he saw reflected in Calyx's eyes shamed Alec, especially as all he felt was relief. Relief that someone had voiced the thought clanging in his brain for months. " I like you too, just not- I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you.", he said. Shame and disgust at his own cowardice roiled in Alec's stomach, threaghtening to rip him apart, or maybe it was the drinks - he couldnt tell. He didn't know what he was doing, why he was feeling this way.

Ignoring Alec's pleading, guilt ridden expression, Calyx slide out of the booth, disgusted. But, as Alec tried to stand, to folliw after him. To do what,he didnt know. Alec realised he was drunk, the drink he had been sipping all night had been stronger than it looked. He found the room swaying under his feet. -------------------------------+--

Magnus had just received an unusual call, from Calyx, of all people. Yelling about how Magnus could "choke on your happily ever after, you pompous bastard". Sighing bitterly, Magnus gave a self depreciating laugh, because of course, this is exactly how he had imagined his happily ever after. What was wrong with this man? What did Alec see in this self absorbed imbecile? Although, perhaps - .

It couldn't be. Had Alec ...

Striding through the park, Magnus walked towards the direction of the club. He had come to cool off here, because the memories of Alec in his apartment had threatened to overwhelm him, but this had been an interesting developement. He wasn't that naive to think it may be anything more than a lovers quarrell, but that asshole had possibly left Alec in the club alone, when he clearly had been drinking more than usual. A drunk Alec. Alone. Swearing Magnus picked up his pace. Rounding each corner and crossing each road recklessly, or maybe Calyx hadnt left Alec and Magnus was hurrying to meet an empty booth with yet more memories of Alec, but Magnus still went, because there was a chance he had. No matter how unlikely, or small, if Alec need help, Magnus would be there for him. He hadn't realised he had begun running, until he came to a stop at the entrance of the club. Breath heaving, eyes wild as he looked around. His panic retreated, as he spotted Alec leaning against the booth they had occupied. Though the man beside him was unrecognisable and as Magnus pushed through the crowd, his suspicion froze to a cold, brittle anger...

The man hadn't been speaking to Alec, but attempting to force a kiss on him.< -------------------------------+--

The assailant's hand was a brand around Alec's waist as he used the other to thrust up Alec's shirt. Grunting, Alec struggled, but the alcohol had a grip as firm as the man's. As he leaned ever closer musty, cigarette coated breath hitting Alec's face, Alec thrashed with all his might. Why had he drank so much? He didn't want this. He didn't want this. He didn't want this.

In the midst of panic, Alec tumbled backwards, as another man seemingly shrouded in shadows pulled his attacker off, before pushing the man to the ground. The newcomer punched his face with a violent ferocity. The man was possessed with rage, his fists a storm. At first Alec thought he had something to do with the bleeding man under him. A past grudge, a debt, or something. Although as Alec inched closer he saw: a flash if glittery hair, a wink of a sapphire stone, a gimpse of leather gloves. It was Magnus.

"Hey!", Alec shouted, " Magnus that's enough. Magnus!", as he somewhat woozily trying to pull Magnus off the bleeding sack of meat underneath him Not that Alec minded if he made it through tonight alive. But the man lay: face bruised and bloody, moaning in pain and Alec was pretty sure, Magnus would not be let off lightly, no matter what the incentive, if caught by authorities - which by the looks of hovering bar keep became a distinctive possibility. Granted Alec's "pulling off" was little more than a feeble, albeit consistent tug. Alec was extremely drunk, a little more than extremely - extremely, extremely drunk. Giving the man one last shove, Magnus pushed off him. Turning to cup the back of Alec's head in his leather clad hands, he crushed Alec against his chest. Alec was too stunned to do anything, this night had been a rush of emotion. His eyes burnt and throat clogged with bile, as he recalled the helplessness of the moments before. Winding his arms around Magnus, he twisted his hands in Magnus's shirt, breathing raggedly. As wretched as this night had been, Alec wanted to remember each second of it - for once he did care. A lot of a lot. Alec was not the only one surprised, Magnus had not known he was capable of such blinding rage, such violence. " You came back?", he whispered voice cracking, slurring. "You came back? I thought - , You came back?" Both knew Alec referred to more than just the club, but that was a conversation for a more sober participant. Cutting through Alec's repetitive ramblings, which had begun to sound more like statements than questions, Magnus held on tighter. "Always.", he whispered, pressing Alec closer . " Always, Alexander, always.". The words became a promise that hung like effervescent lanterns in the air. Enveloping them both in a golden glow.

To anyone passing by, it seemed as if a man stood supporting his drunk friend, surrounded by a crowd of curious on lookers, drunkards and an unconscious body, but really Magnus stood under a blanket of stars, entangled in the arms of someone he had come to love, someone who had, hopefully, come to love him back.

"Maaagnus, you're baack. I love you, you know. Isn't that funny?" Despite the offhand delivery, Magnus's heart tugged in happiness and fondness over Alec's whinny tone. It bordered on accusative, Alec had clearly drunk a lot and it seemed there was no more adrenaline to rebuff the effects. Much to his amusement, Alec seemed to be feeling the said increasing effects.

"I know, darling.", he murmured.

"Whatnoiloveyoutoo?", Alec mumbled, face morphing into an exaggerated frown, as he jerked his head from Magnus's shoulder to peer at the Magnus's face.

" I do, I just want to say it when you'll remember, that's all."

Reaching up, Alec patted Magnus's hair, "Glittery, I like glitter.", he nodded sagely. Magnus stifled a laugh. How he had gone from semi - decent talk to this in the span of a few minutes, Magnus had no idea, although one thing was sure. It seemed Alec was drunk.

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